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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 2 months

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him.

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me?

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling.

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano.

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes.

“Now?”

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state.

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath.

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace.

Beep Beep

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either.

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear.

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car.

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again.

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity.

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars.

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face.

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there.

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine.

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…”

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms.

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies.

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events.

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.

“Hey, don’t laugh,”

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment.

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity.

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin.

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine.

“I used to,”

“Oh, yeah? What happened?

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears.

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated.

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all.

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?”

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again.

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze.

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates.

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his.

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath.

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car.

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze.

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm.

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance.

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes.

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form.

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine.

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side.

“May I know with what?”

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease.

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night.

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink.

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium.

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door.

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?”

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips.

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room.

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me.

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras?

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all.

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay.

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone.

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms.

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless.

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face.

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace.

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin.

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance.

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine.

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes.

“Your period?” he confirms.

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you entertain yourself with jungkook’s hair and make a dream come true.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.7k

> warnings: making out, he gets blue balls sorry jk, mention of blood

note: this is just short and self indulgent i am finally writing about my undying love for my triangle gimbap bv4 koo i am in the brink of tears as i am typing this bc i just love him very much OKAY . also you’re in the second day of your period here so you can read my previous drabble if you want to :]

+ one last drabble before comeback bc i will be too busy screaming and crying over festa + comeback content PEACE OUT ✌🏼

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today is jungkook’s day off, and as much as you would love to go out on a date with him outside where the sun is shining not too bright and the wind is whistling softly as it gracefully dances as if it could be seen by the naked eye, the weight of your headache has kept you hostage on your pillow.

you rub the sleep off your eyes, refocusing on the view outside the bedroom window. your nap took longer than you intended. it’s already the afternoon — the sky is splashed with light hues of orange and pink, and you grow sadder about not being able to spend the day with your boyfriend like you usually do when he gets some time away from work. your headache isn’t as bad as it was this morning (trust me, it was bad), but it’s still there.

you reach for your phone beside you, familiar fingers tapping at the screen to call him.

“hello, baby. how do you feel? do you need anything?” this isn’t the first time you’re hearing his voice today, but the sound still makes you feel gush.

“where are you?” yours comes out scratched with your throat being dry, so you sit up and hunch over the nightstand, opening your water bottle and taking the straw between your lips.

“in the living room.” he chuckles softly. “where else would i be?”

“i don’t know. i thought you went out with your friends or something. didn’t one of them opened up a new restaurant?” you mumble, feeling bad about keeping him inside the house. “i wouldn’t have gotten mad if that’s what you’re worried about. i just sleep when i’m on the second day of my period anyway.”

he scoffs. “i didn’t want to go out anyway. i’ve been working on a song since this morning. i made some good progress.” he planned to spend this day off working since he knows you wouldn’t feel up to going out on the second day of your period, and even if you do wanted to go out, he would’ve rather let you rest. however, instead of going to the company, he set up his equipment in the living room. this way, he wouldn’t bother your sleep and still be available incase you needed him.

you stay quiet for a few seconds, gathering all the energy in your body to force yourself to function. “may i hear?”

“when it’s finished, baby. i’m almost there.” he answers sweetly, heart softening at the sound of your tired and gentle voice from his phone’s tiny speaker.

“will you come in the room then, please?”

“why? do you miss me?” he teases.

you can hear him smile in his voice. you are longing to see it in person.

“just a little bit.” you reply jokingly.

you hear shuffling on the other end of the line. “that’s enough for me. on my way.”

and the door bursts open, your boyfriend entering the bedroom with his phone pressed against his ear. his doe eyes meet your drowsy ones, and he immediately ends the call to stride towards your figure he yearns to hold in his arms.

you make grabby hands, grasping at the waist of his shirt to pull his body as close as possible. he kisses the top of your head, lips making a smacking sound which makes you smile weakly against his chest.

he sits beside you, brushing away the hair blocking his vision and tucking them behind his ears. the small actions ignite the adoration in your heart, and suddenly, playing with your boyfriend’s hair sounds like the most appealing thing in the universe and you wouldn’t mind spending this lifetime and the next doing exactly that.

and so, you gaze at him with feigned innocence. “will you grab my box of hair ties for me?” referring to the transparent box sitting on top of the vanity.

jungkook is a simple man. you ask for something, and he gives it to you. “don’t tie your hair. doesn’t your head hurt still?” he scolds you while handing you the box, and your eyes close shut as giggles rack your body.

“then why give it to me?”

he crawls on his side of the bed, his head laying on the soft pillow. “hmm, i don’t know. thought maybe you wanted to admire your collection of hair ties.” he unlocks the box, pulling at the handle of the lid to reveal the collapsible levels forming a mini staircase. he makes a show out of it, gasping dramatically as he pulls a surprised face. his lips form an ‘O’ to perfectly match his wide doe eyes. you watch him in pure amusement, shaking your head with a chuckle.

inside are rubber hands and hair ties, organized by size and color. to be honest, you rarely even use them. you just think of them as essentials. you’ve always thought that there will come a day when you’d need them.

perhaps, today is the day.

you make space on the nightstand for the box, setting it aside temporarily. “so what are you gonna do?”

you ignore his question, tugging at his pillow as you speak. “lay between my legs.”

his mouth falls agape once again. sure, you’re pretty much straightforward most of the time but never like this. “babe, shouldn’t we wait for a few more days for th-”

your hand moves on its own, flicking his forehead to interrupt him from further speaking out his thoughts. “get your mind out of the gutter. i just wanted to do your hair!”

“oh.” he releases the air he didn’t realize he’s been holding in, eyes darting to the side as he assesses the awkward situation he just created for himself.

the man decides to pretend like the past thirty seconds did not happen. “they’re showing kimi no na wa on the cable channel. i should practice my japanese.”

you watch him put his pillow over your spread-out thighs before making himself comfortable between your legs, leaning back and sliding down just enough for his hair to be perfectly within your reach.

as he flips through the channels on the television, you press a kiss on his temple. he can feel your smile against his skin, and it makes his cheeks blush in sheepishness. “you are so funny without even trying sometimes.”

he shifts around a little, leaning his weight on you. “please make my hair look pretty.”

that isn’t exactly your intention and you just want to play around, but- “i’ll try my best, baby boy.”

one of his favorite films of all the time plays on the television. given that he has spent almost half of his life sitting on a chair for hours while being dolled up by stylists, he finds himself relaxed more than ever since it’s you touching his hair. he basks in your light and delicate touches, humming in appreciation. his tattooed hand finds a home on your knee, his thumb tracing shapes on your skin.

despite you being well-aware of his insane level of pain tolerance and muscle endurance, jungkook loves how you remain gentle with him. he knows it isn’t simply because you’re wary of hurting of him, but because your nurturing hands treasure him.

though, he admits he deserves the swat he gets on the arm when he starts swaying back and forth to the rhythm of a commercial song.

you gather a thick portion of his hair on the top of his head, sweeping up his long bangs to include them. you choose a black hair tie, because a rubber band would be too difficult to remove and it usually takes hair strands along with it. every piece of jungkook is precious to you.

“tada! the first look is done.” you announce enthusiastically, marvelling at your own work.

he opens the front camera of your phone to look at what you did to his hair, curling up into a fit of delighted laughter as if he is being tickled. you know what he looks like when he is laughing the hardest — eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he laughs so hard it feels like he can’t control his body anymore. he even kicks out his feet sometimes, or repeatedly slaps whatever’s near. usually, it’s the table or his thighs.

you find the hairdo more adorable than funny, but you’re glad that you made him happy over such a small and silly thing.

he coughs, choking on his spit from laughing too much. he slaps his chest in panic and you offer him your water bottle, which he accepts. with a grimace, you watch him sip until the bottle becomes half empty. once he calms down, he smiles at you and you start explaining your work.

“i know they usually call this apple hair, but here you can see that i took a thicker portion so it’s more of a ‘sprout’ look.” you stroke the hair forming the leaves to emphasize your point, and you realize that it also resembles the water bursting out of a whale. but the term sprout is more adorable and straightforward, so you choose not to mention it anymore.

he nods in understanding as you speak, turning his head to the left and to the right to check out how it looks from different angles. “ah, i can see how this also symbolizes my drive to achieve personal growth with everything that i do in life. there is so much more left for me to learn and experience, therefore, i am still a sprout.”

he probably wrote lyrics while reflecting on himself today, you think. not enough people realizes how much time jungkook spends thinking about himself and life in general because they usually only see him being physically active, and well, because he’s a generally shy person who keeps to himself. that’s why he writes them into songs. or he shares them with you on random occasions.

his words are intended for exaggerated humor, but a fond smile spreads on your lips as you listen to him speak such insightful words so casually. “hmm, exactly. exactly! that’s what i had in mind while i was doing your hair. i did a goob job in capturing your personality, yes?” you lean forward to insert yourself in the camera’s frame, resting your cheek against his.

“you look so cute, baby.” you admire him through your phone screen, eyes almost sparkling. he grins in response, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth before he captures the picture. you poke his other cheek with your index finger, and he smiles so that his dimples pop out as he clicks on the shutter again.

“i want to do pucca hairstyle next.” you tell him, sliding off the hair tie which makes his hair fall infront of his eyes. he blows a loud breath to remove them from his line of vision, which works for about two seconds until they flop down again.

with a giggle, you brush the hair back with your fingers. this time, you use a comb to perfectly part his hair in the middle.

while you’re trying to properly gather a portion from the upper right side of his head, he calls out your name out of the blue without looking away from the television screen. you hum in response. “what if i wake up alone in this bed tomorrow morning and realize that you were just a figment of my imagination?”

you pause for a second, heart aching inside your chest because of his question. “that won’t ever happen, silly. i am very much real. you just witnessed me bleeding yesterday. my blood was red and not purple or green.”

“babe, i said a figment of my imagination, not an alien!”

“well-” you stutter in embarrassment. “still!”

your hands slip away from his hair when he slides down, head resting on the pillow as he looks up at you with an amused smile. without thinking twice, you connect your lips with his. he holds your face in his hands to deepen the kiss, heart pumping so loud and fast he swears he can feel it in his ears.

you pull away with your chest heaving, a cheeky smile painted on your cherry swollen lips. “did that feel real enough?”

“holy shit. you just made one of my teenage dreams come true.” he curses, dazed eyes drinking you in as if you were a celestial being who came down on earth and found him.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise. “oh? your first spiderman kiss ever?” the new learned knowledge makes you want to bash your head against the wall for not doing this earlier into your relationship. how could you have been so clueless? how long has your boyfriend been waiting for this moment to come? you should’ve known.

“ever.” and then he grabs your face to kiss you again, this time with more fervor, tongue playful and sweet. you will never admit it, but you might be enjoying this more than he is. a quiet moan escapes you just before he pulls away (too sudden for your liking) with a sated smile, planting three more quick kisses on your lips. “got five spiderman kisses now.”

“you are insatiable.” you mumble against his lips, finally opening your eyes.

“you make me insatiable.” he remarks. and it takes everything in you not to indulge yourself and kiss him again until you run out of air.

you straighten back up, grasping at the shoulders of his shirt. “i’m not done with your hair yet. get up.” he groans in protest, mumbling about how much he loves you and how he lets you do everything you want as he goes back to his previous position. he ignores the uncomfortable pressure growing in his shorts and belly, reverting his attention back to the animated film.

you comb his hair again, untangling some knots that formed in the previous minutes you got preoccupied with . . . other things.

surprisingly, jungkook stays quiet and unmoving this time around as you fix up his hair with serious focus. you finish tying up his hair on the right side, and so you move on to the other, purposely leaving out his bangs and brushing them to the side for the pretty style he wanted. finally, you comb the hair at the back of his head and the front of his face to make it look neater.

“all done.” you inform him with a singsong voice, and he immediately opens up your front camera again.

“ooooh.” he sounds impressed, touching his own hair with interest. “you did make me look pretty, after all.”

“of course, i did!”

and then he does his signature pose. his lips form a pout so big his bunny teeth makes an appearance, and he throws up a peace sign beside his cheek. the tattoos on his forearm are in full display, and they completely contrast the endearing cuteness going on with his hair and his face. he takes multiple pictures, changing up the angle with each one.

you rest your chin on his shoulder as he goes through all the pictures he took this afternoon, either giggling at himself or at you in the background. you roll your eyes when he zooms at you watching him take selfies with a look on your face that evidently shows how in love you are with him, teasing you as if time went back two and a half years and you were still hiding your crush on him.

in the end, he forces you to take a selfie with him because apparently, the pucca one is his favorite hairdo and you’re his favorite person so he wants both to be his lockscreen. he sends the picture to himself eagerly.

“oh! i finally figured it out!” you exclaim excitedly, reaching over to swipe through the pictures. “you look like a maltese puppy! you know, when they get their hair tied up?”

he blinks in confusion, closing the gallery app to search up a picture of a maltese puppy with the same hairstyle. he finds one and saves it, swiping at your screen left and right as he compares himself.

“so am i a bunny or a maltese?”

you shrug. “both?”

he heaves out a dramatic sigh. “i don’t think that’s how it works though?”

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “As you wish”

A/N: Hello! Am I sick right now? Yes. Very. Is this a self indulgent fic where Eddie comes to take care of you while you’re sick? Also yes. I hope you enjoy :)

You groaned as you woke up groggily, dazed as you pulled yourself from the deep slumber you had been in. It took you a moment to figure out what roused you as you looked around the dark room and you glared once you found the offending item. The phone on your night stand was ringing loudly and caused the pounding in your head to get more painful than you thought possible. You picked it up quickly, just wanting the noise to stop.

“Hello?” You practically snapped into the phone, sniffling as you noticed how clogged your sinuses still were.

“Woah babe! Someone’s a little grumpy.” Your boyfriend, Eddie, laughed through the line.

“Sorry Eddie.” You sighed out, your anger at being woken melting out of you at the comforting sound of your favorite person’s voice. “I was sleeping and the phone woke me up.”

“Sleeping? It’s 6 pm, are you okay sweetheart?” He asked quickly, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m sick.” You whined pitifully, smiling to yourself as you heard the light chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Awww baby.” Eddie cooed, a bright smile evident in his voice. “Want me to come take care of you? Nurse you back to health?” He teased lightly, though he meant every word.

“You don’t have to Eds. I don’t want you to get sick too.” You said, sighing again. You didn’t want to be alone anymore and you wanted to see Eddie, even if you just saw him yesterday, but you really didn’t want to get him sick.

“It’s decided. I’m coming.” He said, you could hear his keys jingling in the background as he started to get ready to come to your apartment. “I’m gonna stop by the store and get you some medicine and soup and then I’ll be right there sweetheart!”

“Eddie your really don’t hav-” You started.

“I’m coming baby. I want to help you. I wont get sick, I promise.” He said with a laugh, “I’ll be there soon. I love you! Bye!” He finished quickly, not letting you get a word in before he hung up on you.

You laid back in your pillows, smiling as you shook your head at his antics. God you loved that dork so much. You had never been so in love with someone before getting together with Eddie. He was everything you had ever wanted and more and you had never felt so loved and cared for before meeting him. He made you feel special, like you were the most important person in his life. Little did you know, you were.

“Baby? Sweetheart? Little plague monster?” You heard as you woke up again, not realizing that you had fallen back to sleep. You felt light kisses on your cheek as you blinked open your eyes, a sleepy smile pulling at your lips as you gazed into Eddie’s warm chocolate colored eyes. “There you are, beautiful.” He smiled, his dimples on full display before he placed one final, very wet, kiss to your cheek.

“Eddie!” You giggled, pushing him away lightly, “You’re gonna get sick!” You exclaimed before you were sent into a coughing fit.

“Let it out baby.” He cooed as he sat on the bed next to you and rubbed your arms as your body shook. “I got you. I got you, sweet thing.”

You grinned up at him as you rested back into your pillows, “Hi, handsome.”

“Hi, gorgeous.” He beamed, “I brought you everything to beat this. Soup, medicine, and I got your favorite movie. Steve and Robin say hi by the way. They told me to make sure to get you all better.” He chuckled, pulling the items out of the little shopping bag he had.

“You got the Princess Bride?” You asked, moved that he would go out of his way to get you something so comforting.

“Yeah, of course. The kid in that movie is sick anyways, so it fits perfectly.” He said, “But I wont put it on until you take a dose of this medicine I got.” He grinned as you let out a groan.

“That stuff tastes gross!” You pouted, shooting Eddie your best puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t care.” He laughed, pouring some of the thick red liquid into the little cup it came with. “You take this and I’ll put on the movie.” He said with a stern little head nod towards the cup as he handed it to you.

“Will you quote the movie with me again?” You wagered as you gave the medicine a cautionary sniff, wincing as the artificial cherry scent hit you sharply.

“As you wish.” He said with a shit-eating grin, loving the way you giggled again. You shot back the drink quickly, grimacing as you looked for something to wash the taste out of your mouth. “Here, I thought you would hate that.” He chuckled as he handed you a glass of water from your side table.

“Thank you for coming to take care of me, Eds.” You said softly as you placed the water back on the table after you took your sip.

“Anything for you sweetheart.” Eddie said, his eyes full of utter adoration as he smiled softly at you. “Now let’s get the healing started!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the bed to set the movie up on your TV. He quickly pressed play before quite literally launching himself onto your bed next to you, sending you into any other fit of giggles that he basked in.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight to his body as he rubbed your back comfortingly. You almost missed the dreamy sigh that he let out as he melted into you and the pillows. Almost. “I love you Eddie Munson.” You cooed out.

“Oh I love you too, sweetness. So fucking much.” He said happily.

~ 4 days later ~

The little bell over the door rang out as you walked into the video store, waving happily at Steve and Robin as they greeted you.

“Feeling better?” Robin asked as you walked up to the counter that she and Steve were standing behind.

“So much better, thank you.” You smiled, placing the small grocery bag onto the counter.

“Good, Eddie told us you had the plague or something.” Steve smiled as he leaned on his elbows.

“Just a cold.” You laughed. “But now Eddie has it so I’m going over to nurse him back to health.” Your smile widening as they both rolled their eyes and shared a look between them. “Do you have the Empire Strikes Back? Eddie was asking for it.”

“Yeah, it was just returned.” Steve said, pulling the tape from a pile he hadn’t put back yet and handing it to you. “You know you’re just going to keep passing that plague shit back and forth between you two, right?”

“Yeah.” You beamed with a little shrug, “We don’t care.” You laughed as you handed Robin the money before walking out of the store with a little wave, ignoring the two as they scoffed and shook their heads.

“Five bucks says they’re both sick next time.” Steve said, causing Robin to laugh with a nod.

“Oh definitely.”

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thesimpsbasement · 2 years

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Hello! May I request Vil, Kalim, Malleus and Azul with a male! s/o who’s like Sherlock Holmes or William Moriarty? As in reader is very intelligent and stuff

Hello anon and sure! I sorta alternated between the 2 cuz didn't know how to incorporate both but I hope this is to your liking!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Kalim Al Asim,Malleus Draconia,Azul Ashengrotto

Author:Mod Betty

Warnings/tags: slight spoilers for book 3,5 ( mainly spoilers on book 5) ,not proofreaded yet

Reader is male

Word count:1,300 words

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-The first time he noticed your high intelligence was when you actually memorized every item for the skin routine he recommended you

-It took Epel forever to memorize them all and still forgets some

-During VDC he knew you'd be problem because he knew you'd probably see right through his plan and his concerns were correct as you were the one to inform Jamil way before he himself noticed Vil's odd behaviors

-Vil does care a lot about things being perfect, one minute mistake could end in a catastrophe

-You agree with Vil on that but sometimes you rather study than do a self care routine, maybe on your breaks you could add a couple products but not enough to meet Vil's standards

-Vil did admire your determined to adapt to this strange world by learning about it as much as possible, but what he doesn't admire is your lack of self care

-Sometimes he drags you out of your room to do a proper self care regiment

-Like the one you are currently doing

-" For someone who's such a genius you can be quite a forgetful potato" Vil says as he rubs some sort of cream on your face

"Apologies by I can't help but simply indulge of the common things in thought world taht would be deemed impossible in mine" you replied hoping to somewhat justifying your actions every though you knew it wouldn't

" I understand your excitement but you do need to take proper care of yourself,you may deem this unnecessary but I disagree completely and as your lover I'm even more complied to do this" he retorted continuing to apply product to your face

"Oh how lucky i am to have someone to spoil me like this, I'm moved" you tease,smile on your face

" The real lucky one is me to have a brilliant and sometimes forgetful boyfriend like yourself "

-When he found out about your intelligence he was in awe

-you were so cool and not mean like Riddle and you were easier to approach Unlike Malleus

-Jamil is wary of you for a good while knowing how easily Kalim is influenced but you weren't heartless to use someone's kindness

-Kalim is the type to brag about you like " Look how smart my boyfriend is so if you ever need help go ask him!"

-And he wasn't lying,ever since hanging out with(and dating) you he's been improving in his academics and would always would go to you if he needed assistance, saving Jamil from extra work( which he thanks you for)

-Being in a new world made everything surprise you but also defied the logic of your own world so when Kalim offered you a ride on a magic carpet you were skeptical

-I mean a carpet couldn't hold the weight of well anything so it being able to carry 2 people is already taboo and also how can you control it's direction and spee-

-Before you could finish your train of thoughts and how the pure concept contradicts basic physics Kalim pulled your arm and seated you on the carpet

-The first minute you were nervous as hell,who could blame you, you were literally flying on a carpet!

-After the initial shock the ride was actually relaxing and fun

-You never thought you'd ever find yourself flying around on a magic carpet flying around but you don't mind it

-Turning to Kalim who was looking at you the whole time to make sure you're enjoying yourself, you put a hand on his cheek before saying "thank you for showing me something I would never have thought of" and pulling him for a kiss

-Kalim was overjoyed knowing he actually managed to 1) surprised you and 2) make you feel happy

-Safe to say there's never a dull moment with Kalim

-He knew you were smart by simply observing how well you performed in class

-A magicless human from a completely different dimension did better than most of the NRC students

-What caught him by surprise was when you knew his true identity almost as soon as you saw him

-What confused him was that you were still referring to him as that silly nickname you came up with

-Even if you're smart and probably have some combat abilities you still couldn't stand a chance

-When confronting you about it all you did was smirk ad say " Don't worry I know a foe when I see one "

-Also good luck having to deal with Sebek since he's suspicious of you and your wits. Who knows maybe you were trying to fool the young master!!

-Would often come by Ramshackle and talk about each other's lives

-He was quite fascinated by your life back home,always solving mysteries and how capable you were in dire situations

-He doesn't necessarily need help in academics especially being the next heir of Briar Valley but would often ask you for help with other stuff ((*cough* technology ))

-For a mere child of man and from a foreign land you have a lot of knowledge to almost rival some fae

-Despite knowing you can handle yourself just fine you're still a fragile human with no magic so he will occasionally loom around the shadows,sometimes your sharp tongue could easily infuriate students from a certain dorm,After all Savanaclaw students don't settle arguments with words,but with their fists but when they pull their magic pens Malleus quickly steps in to stop the fight before you got hurt because of some buffoons

-After the students ran off, you turned to him a smile on your face " I could've handled them myself you know, even if they can use magic they're still brainless" Malleus chuckled " I suppose so however I don't think I'd forgive myself if you did end up hurt" he said sighing

-" How about we go to Ramshackle after class for a cup of tea? My treat" you suggested

-"Anything for you ,my brilliant child of man"

-The first thing he noticed about you was how calm you were when you signed that contract about bringing that painting from the museum, it was almost as if you had a plan already and were confident it'll succeed

-Seeing how brilliant you were and how you could easily make things go your way he actually suggested working in Mostro Lounge

-Would sometimes challenge you to see who's better,be it who'd give a better offer on contracts or who'd finish homework quicker

-During closing hours he'd offer you a cup of tea and discuss whatever topics you thought of

-When dating your counseling started coming into play

-After some time Azul started getting comfort with being vulnerable around you, often pouring his insecurities as he stared at his lap

-" Sometimes I feel like you deserve better" he muttered not making eye contact with you

"Why do you say that love?" You ask him ,serious look on your face

"I mean someone as brilliant as you shouldn't stick around a stupid,fat,clumsy octopus" he said slight irritation in his voice

You sighed as you placed your hands on his shoulders " Azul look at me" ,hesitantly he did as he was told,teary eyes looking right into your

"The fact I'm your boyfriend should be telling you enough that I'm not going anywhere, I don't stick with people that I don't want too, so if I didn't like you I wouldn't be sitting in this very room now would I?" You said trying to comfort your partner without any sort of sugared words but with pure logic

-"Yeah I guess you're right" Azul said wiping his tears

-Smiling you kiss his forehead has you bring him into a hug " so please cease these idiotic thoughts for both our sake ,you know it pains me to see you this upset"

#fanfiction #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader #malleus draconia x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #x male reader #moriarty the patriot

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Emetophobia. Steve Harrington x Reader

Emetophobia.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Emetophobia: “The extreme fear of vomiting”

summary: Your monthly movie night doesn’t go to plan when Robin ends up sick in the bathroom, leaving Steve to see how badly your phobia can cause you to panic.

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: fem! reader, talk of emetophobia, coping mechanisms for it, mentions of panic attack/anxiety attack, descriptions of said panic attack/ anxiety attack. Mentions of Robin throwing up, but no descriptive detail of the act itself.

word count: 2531

AN: HI HELLO. So this is a very self indulgent fic I've written, because I myself have emetophobia. It’s a very debilitating phobia, and it’s hard for people to understand it. I know the way I react to it, and certain situations pertaining it arent rational, and I know my thoughts about it aren’t rational, but it can’t control it. It’s truly the only time that germs will bother me. I go on full panicked cleaning sprees while sobbing and having a full meltdown. It’s not fun, so I thought I’d write something for me, and so that maybe some of you could learn, and hopefully understand it.

It's about eight thirty when the gang arrives at Steves for your monthly movie night. With everyone getting older, and relationships becoming more serious, your group of friends don't get the chance to all hang out together as often as you once did. So you all decided on a monthly movie night, usually held at Steves, but each person or couple picked a different batch of movies to watch each time.

The winter weather told you not everyone would make it today, cars a little too old, and noses a bit too runny, but it was the fact that all of you tried and most of the time managed to gather for these nights. Never disappointed when someone couldn't make it, or you had to postpone it to a different week.

Almost everyone made it, Robin and Eddie both sick with a cold so they decided to stay home which you were extra grateful for. Although it wasn't the flu, and the cold was a sickness you could rationalize and manage, it still didn't dissolve the deep rooted phobia you desperately tried to hide, chalking it off as just anxiety to your friends, giving you an easy excuse to avoid certain situations like parties or bars.

It made you feel so stupid for being terrified of something so normal, so natural even. It was your bodies way of trying to make you feel better, but even the thought of just feeling sick could send you into a spiral. If you were being completely honest, you would rather stab yourself in the thigh and bleed out then throw up, or be near someone who's thrown up.

You were able to keep it hidden from Steve for most of your relationship, until one night where you refused to get into the car when everyone was leaving a bar because you were too nervous one of your more than tipsy friends were going to be sick. To everyone else, you had a panic attack so you and Steve walked home together in the warmth of the summer night. Although it was technically true, you had to explain to Steve that it was something you've dealt with forever, something you try to avoid at all costs if possible. You didn't want Steve to see that part of you, but you knew it helped him understand you a bit more, why you did the things you did.

Your little quirks started to make sense to Steve after you told him, and he was able to start picking up on your nervous habits, giving him a chance to help you navigate situations where your phobia made you anxious. It also explained why it took you forever to sleep over at his house, or to even have him spend the night at yours with you able to stay in your bed the entire night. Most times Steve would have woken up to find you tucked up on the couch fast asleep instead of in the space next to him, and for the longest time he never knew why. Constantly feeling guilty, like he punched you in his sleep or something and you were too shy to tell him.

He let you do everything you needed to do to sleep, when you began sleeping over at his place. If you needed a light on, a fan for noise or if you got too hot at night, he would be more than accommodating. The tv on playing a movie which you'd get up and rewind and play again if you couldn't sleep? Steve would start waking up on instinct to rewind it for you, even if you had eventually fallen asleep. He would let you have a tape playing with the same song on a loop for twelve hours if that's what you needed.

Still, Steve hadn't seen it at its worst, until tonight.

You'd been keeping an eye on max all night the minute she said she felt shittier than usual considering she was 'just pmsing'. Your anxiety instantly heightened for the few hours your friends gathered in the living room. You watched what she ate, and how much of it, doing the same thing with whatever alcohol she decided to sip on. Only when you were about half way through the second movie, when you paused it for everyone to have a bathroom break, did you start to relax, when max excitedly bounced up to you. Sitting next to you with a giggle, wanting to fill you in on her college gossip before everyone was ready for the movie to continue.

You realized that just maybe your anxiety was lying to you, for real this time. So your anxieties faded and you were able to enjoy the rest of your night, falling asleep sometime before the second movie ended, Steves arm wrapped securely around your shoulders.

When you wake up, you're a little more slumped against Steve, still tucked up into his side and you can hear him talking quietly. You make a small groan of protest before lifting yourself from him, rubbing your eyes.

"Sorry babe, did I wake you?" Steve asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear when you look up at him. You realize everyone is gone except for Lucas who's standing on the other side of the living room, leaning against the wall.

"I don't think so" you said with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. "Did everyone go home?" you asked.

"Yeah, not too long ago, Lucas is just waiting for max to finish in the bathroom"

You nodded sleepily. Until you heard a cough come from the bathroom down the hall and your body immediately tensed. Steve felt your body stiffen against him and squeezed your shoulder. "S'okay babe"

You nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again. Maybe it was just a cough, that's possible, but when two more coughs came next with that unmistakeable sound you were quick up on your feet.

"Shit" Lucas muttered, racing towards the bathroom and knocking on the door before opening it, giving you a sliver of a second to catch Max on her knees in front of the toilet, confirming your anxieties, and sending you straight into panic mode. Staring back down at Steve like a deer in headlights, and he was quick to stand next to you, taking your shoulders in his hands and turning your whole body to face him.

"Go upstairs to my room yeah? I'll come get you when it's okay"

Your bottom lip wobbled as you ran up the stairs to Steves room, your feet thumping loudly against them and you didn't hesitate to slam the door behind you.

You start pacing and tried to control your breathing, counting how many steps it takes to cross each side of Steves room, until you don't even realize you're counting. You know you're being dramatic, and that what you feel is selfish, but it doesn't stop your body from going into fight or flight. Your skin feels wrong, and your clothes feel like they're covered in germs, and you strip yourself of them as quickly as you can, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

"Fuck, shit, shit, shit" You mumble. "Come on, get your shit together"

You don't want Steve to see you like this, it's embarrassing, and if you could keep it hidden from him forever you would.

If feels like every possible germ Max could have been carrying is on you, on your skin, in the air, on every surface of the house. Hugging your arms around yourself you slide your hands up your arms, letting the nails drag across them harshly before digging them into your shoulders, knowing you're leaving half moon dents in your skin, but it's the only thing grounding you while sobs wrack at your chest.

It's been what feels like forever when Steve finally comes up stairs, knocking on the door lightly before entering and closing the door behind him like you two weren't now the only ones in the house.

He's confused at first when he takes in your trembling frame, almost nude in front of him pacing back and forth, and when he sees your face his heart breaks. Your cheeks are wet and splotchy, and he can tell you've been crying the entire time he's left you, and he's a little unsure of what to do.

"They're gone, everything's all good now" he said as reassuring as he could muster his voice to sound.

You shook your head, continuing pacing, your hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. "N-No" you whimpered. "Max was leaning on me" you shake your hands out in frustration; as if everything you're feeling will leave through them if you shook them hard enough.

"I-I could get sick" you huffed. "God she touched so many things" when you stop pacing and cover your face with your hands, crying into them, Steve knows he can come over to comfort you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly, one hand holding onto the back of your head like a small child while you cried harder into his chest.

You lean back from him, but don't push yourself away. "I want to rip my skin off" you said with a sob. "I'm hot, and it feels like the germs are festering on me" You whine.

"Do you want to shower? I can clean up downstairs?" He asks.

"I wont know if you've cleaned it all properly, I-I need to do it" you say looking at your hands, palms red with how tightly you've had them.

"What if you shower, and you tell me everything I need to do, so I can clean everything the way it needs to be done?" He says softly, taking your face into his hands, his thumbs sliding just under your jaw to push your chin up so he can look at you. You can smell the peach scented soap from the kitchen on his hands and you almost lose it at Steves thoughtfulness. The fact that he had washed his hands before coming back up to see you, getting one step closer to calming your nerves.

"You can follow me around the whole time, you wont have to touch anything" His eyes are searching yours, for anything at this point. New territory being discovered in your relationship and Steve being Steve he wants to fix it.

A new wave of tears blur your eyes and you look down to avoid Steves while a sob escapes you. No one had ever taken the time to learn, to try to understand, to even help you when you got like this. For so long it was something you hid, even to yourself, and now you're standing in front of someone who loves you so endlessly, that he's willing to do whatever it is to make sure that you're okay.

He pulls you back into his chest and you wrap your arms around him tightly, holding his t-shirt in tight fists where they land on his back. "I love you" You mumbled into him.

"What was that?" he said tucking his chin to his chest to look at you.

You leaned back from him once more, a small smile on your lips when you look up at him. "I love you" you repeat.

"I love you too baby" he said with a relieved sigh, thankful for the smile on your face. "Can I do this for you?" he asked.

"Yes please" you said with a huff. "I think that would be very helpful"

"Thank you" he said holding your wet face in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You furrow your eyebrows "What are you thanking me for?"

"For trusting me enough to help you" he said with a shrug, intertwining his fingers with yours while he lead you to the bathroom, starting the shower and bringing fresh towels for when you got out.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling in the hair at its base.

He laughed, leaning forward and bringing his arms behind you to unclip your bra. "Can't say anyone has" He continues to undress you, no heat or tension with his movements, just love.

"Alright" he said kissing the top of your head. "You are now shower ready"

"Can you shower with me?" You ask sweetly.

"Of course" Steve says quickly, impossible to say no to you.

The two of you shower mostly in silence, but it's peaceful. The sound of the water and the way Steve massages the foamy shampoo into your hair has you on the brink of sleep. His hands soft between the wet tendrils on your head, his thumb smoothing down the back of your neck, pressing into the tired muscle gently. Sore from the stiff tension you held while panicking, and you groaned feeling your body finally start to relax. You felt like you were floating, barely hearing Steve when he asked you to turn around so you could rinse the shampoo out.

When your shower is finished, Steve makes sure to dress you in only his clothes, freshly folded in his laundry basket, still waiting to be put away from early in the day.

He sits down on his bed with a notepad in his lap, and a pen at the ready?

"What's that for?" you ask, scrunching as much water as you can out of your hair with one of the towels.

"Give me my list, what do I gotta do"

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed, but still you sit next to him with a sigh. "I'm going to sound crazy okay? And it's going to sound so stupid, because germs don't ever bother me, until it's this" you say waving your hand in the air around you.

"I like a little crazy" he said with a smirk and a shrug. "NUMBER ONE" he says loudly while numbering his paper.

You go on to tell him all the things you do when you do the cleaning yourself. You clean every surface you can think of that the person has touched, or potentially touched. Doorknobs, the doorframes, the faucets in the bathroom, and in the kitchen, any dish they've used. The toilet (obviously) the floor around it, the tank of the toilet, the handle. He writes it all down as quickly as you say it, words tumbling out of your mouth in fear that if you stop you'll overthink it too much and make yourself feel worse about your phobia.

And he does it all, he cleans everything, and maybe a little bit more diligently than you would and it makes your heart swell that he'd do this for you. A Saturday night where the two of you would have been tucked up in his bed, limbs tangled around each other, but instead he's scrubbing every inch of the island in his kitchen without a care in the world. He even goes as far as to disinfect the outside handle of the front door "just incase" All because he's hopelessly, and endlessly in love with you, and you couldn't be more head over heels in love with him.

#hellfiremunsonn #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington fic #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fic #Steve Harrington Stranger Things #Stranger Things Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x (y/n)#Steve Harrington fluff #Stranger Things fluff #tw emetophobia #emetophobia

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yanderes-galore · 8 days

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Hello! May I please request 9, 15, and 20 prompts by for an-ambivalent Aegon II Targaryen, thank you! :)

Omg, you're giving me an excuse to write pathetic Aegon II? Of course I will. For context, you two are both married. I'd break him. Let's be honest, this is more self-indulgent than yandere... and I am not guilty.

There's two ways I could've done this. This version... and Aegon having a mental breakdown the moment you try to leave him. So maybe, as I don't want to scrap this one, I'll make two versions in the future :) The second option is more yandere so I may write both sometime later. This is submissive Aegon, the other one would be more dominant Aegon.

Prompts Here

Version B

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Prompts 9, 15, 20 (Version A)

"I will never let you leave me."

"Submit yourself wholly and only to me."

"You are the reason I live."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Desperate/Pathetic Aegon, Mature themes, Mentioned intimacy, Kissing, Controlling behavior, Implied dominant darling, Soft yandere, Dubious relationship.

Aegon was not really known for being devoted to anyone. Many knew him as a hedonistic prince and king, plus if you asked The Blacks they'd say he was a usurper to the Iron Throne. Not many saw him as responsible or dedicated.

While Aegon did in fact sleep around due to his hedonistic desires, there was only one person who truly held his heart. Aegon may be able to pull whoever he wants when he wants... but there's only one he always returns to. It was as though they had him on a tight lead...

That person was you, his spouse, the one he truly loved most.

All it took was your sweet words and touch to send him to his knees. It was almost amusing. He's a king, one meant to rule all the realms, and yet you're capable of making him dependent on you. Everything from your smile to your taste was enough to drive the king into addiction.

Aegon couldn't bear the thought of living without you, his precious spouse. In private. he clings to you like some neglected child. Perhaps that is due to him actually being neglected in his childhood.

With you, Aegon felt genuine love... genuine connection... and he'd never share it with another soul. You two were bound by marriage. Even though he knew you could never leave him, that you wouldn't, he still feared the thought.

You could read him like a book, the man was a mess when it came to you in private. Like now, you sat with him in your shared bed. The king held you close like he'd lose you if he didn't... who knows what the public would think if they saw him now.

"I love you..." He whispers softly, leaning in as you cup his face with a smile. Even if he goes off on hedonistic trips... you're still the only one who can make him feel vulnerable. He used to hate such a feeling... but now it feels... comforting.

"You are the reason I live." Aegon whispers the words in a desperate tone, leaning close and kissing your lips. The king huffs in annoyance when you pull away, a grin on your face. In response he cups your cheeks to kiss you again.

For the most part, your relationship was mutual. You originally did not enjoy being married to the king. He was a hedonistic brat, one who felt entitled to anything he wishes.

However... with time... you adapted to such a role...

Allowing you to make him crave you... and give you the control you yearned for.

"Can you... promise me something...?" Aegon whispers once pulling away, eyes glimmering in desire when he looks at you. You look at him and hold his chin.

"Yes, my husband?" You whisper in his ear, seeing the king shudder at your breath.

"I want you to submit yourself wholly and only to me." Aegon whispers, pulling you closer. "I want you to promise you won't run, to promise you won't abandon your king."

You can see desperation glint in his eyes. His gaze is dark, pondering the idea of you indeed leaving him. Despite this... you manage to distract him once again with a kiss on the forehead.

"Then I promise." You whisper back. You knew the dark desires your husband had. You knew he would level villages if it meant keeping you beside him. You liked that power... so you'd use the king regardless of if you loved him or not.

"Really?" He asks you, appearing to wonder if you genuinely loved him.

"Of course, Aegon." You answer, nuzzling yourself into his chest.

Aegon goes quiet for a moment, looking at you before smiling softly. The dark glint is still in his eyes but you knew that was just how he was. Aegon was always possessive of what was his.

"Good..." The king hums, flipping you so you are under him. "Because I will never let you leave me."

You merely nod and hold the king close, allowing him to melt into your arms. The idea of bringing a king to his knees makes you... pleased.

You liked the feeling of control... you both even got what you wanted...

He wanted you... and you wanted power.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere asoiaf #yandere aegon ii targaryen

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teetle-time · 1 month

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AO3'S DOWN QUICK POST SELF-INDULGENT CROSSOVERS INTO TUMBLR TO FILL THE VOID

I'LL START

yeah looks like it went back up while i was formatting this lmao. however i am in too deep. kirby-teetle friendship be upon ye!

Donny frowned and tapped at his keyboard. "Well, that's a bit strange."

"Whatcha talking about, Don?" Raph looked up from where he was beating the training dummy within an inch of its nonexistent life.

"I'm getting an odd energy reading on my spatial-temporal sensors," Donny said. "I set them up after we met those Turtle Power guys: just to keep an eye on the multiverse, so to speak. Don't want any other Shredders coming out of the woodwork."

"You can say that again." Raph slid his sais into his belt and strode over, leaning on the back of Donny's chair. "What're they picking up on?"

"It's…not any of the dimensions we've been to before," Donny said at length, leaning closer to his monitors in concentration. "It doesn't even look like it's got much in common with any of our dimensions at all!"

"Y'think it's dangerous?" asked Raph lowly.

"I'm not sure…" Donny's frown deepened, and his fingers flew over the keys.

On-screen, a series of long, complicated numbers flashed by before being replaced by a low-resolution video feed of-

"Donny, I think we're gonna need more pixels on that thing," Raph remarked. "It just looks like a ball."

"A ball with feet?" Donny countered. "I think all the pixels in the world couldn't change that."

The ball seemed to be tumbling uncontrollably through some kind of space between spaces, along with several other creatures of roughly the same shape and size and even more bits of wreckage and debris.

Then some kind of portal- namely, an electricity-based portal that looked immediately familiar to Donny, rather than the star-shaped portals scattered throughout the in-between space on-screen- tore itself open next to the ball and one of the other creatures-

-and a matching portal opened up just a few yards away from Donny and Raph, spitting out a spear that embedded itself in the floor.

Donny squawked, and Raph shouted, but there was nothing either of them could do to stop the two creatures from falling through the portal and landing square in the middle of the lair, mere moments before the portal slammed shut again.

Donny quickly made sure his systems were recording every possible scrap of information, then got up and ran to the two creatures on the ground. "Are you two alright?!"

"Donny, be careful-!"

The two creatures were small, only coming up a few inches above Donny's waist, but what they lacked in height, they made up for in utter roundness. The pink one made a high-pitched, woozy noise and slowly pulled their face from the ground, while their companion in what looked like a blue bandana made a frustrated 'wahwahwah' into the floor.

Donny blinked.

The pink ball creature blinked back, eyes big, blue, and curious.

"Hello there," said Donny carefully. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The pink creature tilted their head. "Poy pyupyu payo pi?"

"I'm gonna take that as a 'no,'" Raph decided. Despite his words, Donny could see that Raph was visibly trying not to do anything that might set off the two strangers, and Donny sent off a silent 'thank you' in his direction.

The pink creature turned to look at Raph, only to jump at the sight of their companion on the ground. "Poy?! Bandi! Bandi, poyu!"

The orange creature- "Bandi"?- grumbled wordlessly before sitting upright, rubbing at their head with one nub-hand and tugging the spear free of the ground with the other. "Wada wah wah, kabi."

(How exactly was this one talking without a mouth…?)

Shoving his own curiosity aside for the time being, Donny worried at the edge of his beak, then leaned back into the pink creature's field of view. "You two came through a portal. Do you remember?"

"Popal…?" The pink one frowned thoughtfully.

"Yes, a portal. Hang on-" Donny walked back to his computer station and pulled up the recording he'd gotten of the past few minutes, setting it to play on one of his bigger screens for the strangers' benefit. "We don't really know how, but somehow, a portal opened up while you two were…wherever this is, and it sucked you through to our home."

The two creatures watched with wide eyes as the video played, then turned to each other for what seemed like a serious conversation.

Despite the fact that neither Donny nor Raph could figure out what they were saying.

"Uhhh, hey, Don…?" Raph said worriedly.

"Hm?"

Donny turned back to his live feed of wherever the two creatures had come from, only to gawk as his calculations glitched and switched to showing a new perspective.

Specifically, a perspective that showed countless more of whatever creature "Bandi" was crash-landing in some kind of abandoned suburb, completely overrun with plant life.

Donny winced in sympathy as one specific orange creature hit the ground hard enough to leave a small crater, then slowly sat up and rubbed at their head. "Ooh, that had to hurt."

"Wahwah wahwah?!" "Bandi" squawked, running up to the computer with as much of a horrified expression as they could manage without a mouth.

The pink one was quick to follow, two little nubs pressing together in front of their mouth like hands raised to stifle a gasp.

"I'm getting the feeling these two need to get back to whatever that is pronto." Raph scowled.

"I'm getting that same feeling," agreed Donny, dropping back in his chair and typing rapidly.

Mikey chose that exact moment to saunter in. "Hey, guys, me and Leo heard some funky noises from in- woah!"

The two creatures whirled around to look at him.

Mikey froze, then lit up in glee. "D'awww, these guys are adorable! Where'd you find 'em?"

"It's less that we 'found' them and more that they just sort of showed up," said Donny, still typing. "Through a dimensional portal, no less!"

"Popal!" agreed the pink creature with a serious nod.

"And it looks like they're having a bit of a bad time, too," added Raph, hooking a thumb back at Donny's display, where the crash-landing creatures had started pulling themselves together.

Donny hit the enter key with an air of finality, then stood up. "I'm getting the portal stick. These guys may be from a 'cuter' dimension than even the Turtle Power guys were, but clearly cuteness isn't everything."

"What makes you say that?" Mikey walked up to the rest of them and grinned, gesturing at "Bandi." "With a face like this, you could get away with murder!"

"Bandi" blinked up at him, seemingly unamused. "Wah."

"Well, their dimension has barely anything in common with ours," said Donny, jogging around the edge of the console. He started digging through one of its compartments before holding up the portal stick triumphantly. "Despite that fact, a portal spontaneously opened and dropped them virtually into our lap, and the few similarities my systems can find are…kind of worrying, honestly. They don't even come from any branch-offs of Turtle Prime, but the threat levels I'm getting for their dimension- they're off the charts!"

Mikey blinked, most of his levity fading. "These guys? From a scary universe? I'll believe it when I see it."

"Woah, woah, woah, back the truck up." Raph held up his hands to get Mikey to shut up, then turned to Donny. "I thought Turtle Prime was the universe everything else hinges on. That whole mess with Ch'Rell and the gritty guys kinda proved it."

"Everything else where there's ninja turtles, yes." Donny's voice was grim. "Not everything else outside the realm of ninja turtles. If Turtle Prime was the tree that all other universes like ours branch off of, then these pudgy creatures are from a completely different tree. A cute, adorable, potentially spontaneously-combusting tree that just so happened to nudge one of its branches into our own and might just do so again."

Raph swallowed, then, turning to leave the room, "…I'm getting Leo."

"Good thinking. I need time to calibrate this thing so we can make sure to jump between 'trees' with pinpoint accuracy, anyway." Donny brought the stick back to the main console and plugged a cord in the end.

"So we're going with them, then?" asked Mikey.

"Well, considering their universe might cause a dangerous reaction in ours, yes." Donny shrugged and nodded. "At least, so long as Leo agrees."

Mikey nodded, then plopped down right there on the ground and crossed his legs. "Welp, if we're gonna be hanging out for a while longer, we'll need to know each others' names! I'm Mikey! Yeah? Mi-key."

The pink creature tilted their head at Mikey, then repeated, "Mai-kee?"

"Yeah! You're getting it, little dude!" Mikey beamed. He pointed at Donny. "That's my bro, Donny!"

"Bandi" nodded thoughtfully. "Don-nee."

That got a chuckle from Donny. "Yep, that's me."

The pink one nodded energetically, then gave their chest a tap. "Payo pyu, Kaabii!"

"Kabi," said Mikey seriously.

They shook their head. "Po, Kaabii!"

"Cabby?"

"Pooo!"

Donny paused as the dimensional coordinates for each world solidified, displaying four letters and two numbers for each: TMNT-03, and KRBY-92.

He blinked, then turned to the others. "Kirby? Is that your name?"

The pink one- Kirby- immediately pointed at Donny and nodded. "Poya!"

"Huh," said Mikey.

Donny frowned thoughtfully. "What are the odds of that?"

"Bandi" giggled, then, "Bandana Dee. Wah 'Bandee.'"

Mikey snapped his fingers and pointed at them. "Bandana Dee, or 'Bandee' for short."

Bandee nodded. "Wanya!"

"My sons, what is this I hear about another incident across dimensions?"

Donny and Mikey lit up. "Master Splinter!"

Their father stepped into the main room, followed closely by Raph and Leo, though as Raph continued inside, Splinter and Leo both stopped short.

Leo blinked. "What the…?"

"Gentlemen, I would like to formally introduce our surprise visitors, Kirby and Bandana Dee." Donny stood up and gestured to each of them as he said their names. He unplugged the portal stick and stepped forward so the visitors looked his way, then gestured to the rest of his family. "Kirby, Bandee, these are my other brothers, Raph and Leo, and our father, Splinter."

Kirby watched them for a moment, then beamed and waved. "Hiii!"

Donny's eyes blew wide open, and he could see his brothers all mirror the expression, but Splinter just smiled. "Hello, little one. You are quite a ways from home, aren't you?"

"Poyu pyo paepoy," said Kirby solemnly, looking down at the ground.

"You do understand what we're saying!" Raph accused.

"Poya…?" said Kirby as if it was obvious, lifting a near-invisible eyebrow at him.

"That he does," said Splinter. "Listening through language barriers tends to be simpler than speaking through them, I've found. For example, though the details escape me, I can most certainly tell that our new friends here don't have any way of returning home on their own, which is a source of worry for both."

"Wanya…" Bandee admitted.

"Fear not, little ones," Splinter said, placing a reassuring hand on each of their heads. "My sons and I have dealt with matters of the multiverse before, and we do have a way of traversing that massive expanse. Right, Donatello?"

Donny nodded. "Right! I just finished calibrating the portal stick so we can hop between our dimensional branches, so all that's left to do now is make the jump! It won't even be a spontaneous flash, like it initially did!"

"You gonna come with us, Master Splinter?" asked Mikey, pushing himself back to his feet.

"I do not think I will come along quite yet." Splinter chuckled. "Someone must remain to let April and Casey know where you've gone and help them keep things under control here."

"Fair enough," said Donny. "Alright, everybody, let's get our first look at wherever these two were going before landing in the lair."

He, his brothers, Kirby, and Bandee all huddled up in the middle of the room, and with a deep breath, Donny lifted the portal stick and powered it on.

The light swirled and crackled from the end of what used to be the original flashlight, and after a few moments, it resolved into an image of a picturesque tropical beach.

"I've always wanted a beach vacation!" declared Mikey, immediately leaping through the portal.

"It's like he forgot about that whole 'spontaneous combustion' thing," Raph griped, following him through.

Kirby made a displeased noise, poking at Donny's side with one nubby hand and pointing at the monitor with the other, where the other creatures who'd avoided the portal to the lair were still picking themselves up- notably, not anywhere near a beach.

"This is the right dimension, I'm sure of it." Donny said firmly. "It just might be a bit of a walk to get to the others that fell through with you."

Kirby nodded, then hopped through with Bandee.

"Be careful, my sons," Splinter said. "We've let our guard down about the dangers of the multiverse before, knocked off-kilter by what we regarded to be 'silly' as we were, and it nearly cost us all dearly."

"We know, Sensei." Leo bowed, then unsheathed his swords and squared his shoulders. "Whatever's waiting on the other side, we'll be ready."

"We're the first ninja turtles this dimension collective is going to see," said Donny with a grin. "We'd better put our best foot forward."

Splinter smiled. "I know you will do excellently. Now go."

Donny met Leo's eyes, shared a nod-

-and the two of them jumped into the unknown.

#self fic #tmnt 2003 #2003 tmnt #kirby #kirby series #kirby and the forgotten land #03 #tmnt #ao3 #lmao i was looking into it the other day and despite the fact that there are like 6 massive multi-xovers feat. some form of turtles + kirby #there are NONE that are JUST turtles + kirby. at least none on pre-crash ao3. this is absolutely ridiculous and i'm having a BLAST

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Estera - Ch 9 - Coffee

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver)

(Recrudescence by @sofasurf)

This ended up being the longest chapter yet… but they had a lot of ground to cover. Also, I hope you will forgive the cheesy aroma of self-indulgence at the end but once the idea came I couldn’t quite let it go. And what’s the point of writing a story if you can’t do all of the ridiculous things you want to, right?

A Conversation…

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“Hello, Scott.”

“Hey, you came!”

She did a tiny jazz hands then folded herself into the seat opposite, unravelling an incredibly long blue scarf from around her neck and face.

“Well at least you dressed right for the weather. I’ll admit I was a little surprised by how cold it is… isn’t it meant to be Spring?”

“Ah, welcome to Sidmouth. The sea breeze adds a certain something.”

“It’s a beautiful spot.”

“Yes, I love it here.”

Scott caught the eye of the waiter. “What can I get you?”

“Triple shot cappuccino please.”

He ordered two.

“I wasn’t expecting you until after the school day? Well, if you came at all, I mean… uh, you didn’t have to of course.” His mouth went dry.

“Of course I came.” She wound the scarf slowly around her hand as she continued

“I was actually supposed to have the day off today but was hoping being at school would be a distraction from it all. It wasn’t really working. I was actually about to leave when you, err, were there, so…” she reached the end of the scarf, placed it on the table in a neat rectangle and rested her hands on top.

“Thank you for your letter, it was… sweet of you.”

“I really am so sorry about the way I…”

She held up a hand. “Don’t, you’ve already apologised beautifully and it’s perfectly understandable. If anything needs forgiving then consider it forgiven.”

The waiter bustled over with the coffees. She fell on hers with surprising enthusiasm. Scott twirled the teaspoon in his fingers, trying to recall the various conversation starters he’d rehearsed to himself over the last 24 hours but they’d all evaporated the moment she’d sat down and any minute the silence was going to get awkward.

She put her mug down and tilted her head to one side, as if sizing him up.

“Zacząć od nowa?” She put a hand to her her mouth and shook her head. “Sorry, it’s been a long day… I mean, what if we started over?”

She held out a hand and Scott lifted his to meet it but hesitated, overwhelmed by a strange sense that his hand might go straight through hers and prove this was all in his head.

“Hello, my name’s Estera Hermaszewska. I’m a primary teacher here in the UK but I grew up in… what used to be Poland. I enjoy martial arts and running, I play the cello rather badly. Oh, and my favourite food is chocolate cake.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Your turn.”

He took her hand and shook it tentatively.

“Scott Carpenter Tracy. First responder and pilot. Ugh, and I guess the business stuff takes up a lot of my time so there’s that. I’m from” he paused “well, Kansas originally. We had a ranch there. I like to run too. Oh, and apple pie.”

She smiled “that’s a good choice.”

Ok. Ok. He’d established she was really alive, she was living and she had a life. Now to find out how it was possible.

“How did you come to be here? In the UK?”

She sighed, the memory obviously a heavy one.

“Well, there was this war on where I lived. I don’t know if you heard about it but it was fairly inconvenient…” her mouth twisted into a wry grin and as she caught his eye he found himself smirking along too. With a jolt he realised the dark humour reminded him of his old air force buddies.

“And you didn’t fancy sticking around?” he asked lightly.

She looked down at her hands and ran her thumb along the edge of the scarf.

“On the day we… met… I realised I had to disappear so they didn’t target my parents too. I knew people were being smuggled out on small aircraft and luckily that night there was a plane leaving from the playing fields just behind our house.”

Scott went light headed as he realised he knew exactly the one she meant. The same one he’d intended to hijack to secure his own freedom.

“They just let you on board?”

She laughed bitterly and blinked rapidly.

“Uh, no. We had to be hidden. There were some wooden crates. I think they were supposed to look like coffins so nobody would check inside. It was…” she trailed off and he suddenly recalled her comment in the cave.

“Hence the claustrophobia?”

Her hands tightened around the scarf and she blushed a little.

“Hence the claustrophobia. I, err, don’t fly well either. At all, actually. Which is fine, I’ve never needed to since.”

“And your parents?”

He immediately wished he could claw the words back into his mouth. The flicker of agony on her features was brief but unmistakeable.

“The soldiers didn’t make the connection, they stayed safe. But…” she swallowed and clenched her jaw and when she continued there was a quiet fury in her words “just before everything ended they both got sick. One of the things the militia did when they arrived was blockade the supply of medical aid. Nobody got the vaccine boosters they should have had and…” she closed her eyes “the malaria was bad that year.”

As he watched her tangle her fingers through the scarf again, Scott felt almost overwhelmed by nausea. He swore to himself she could never know he had survived the monster that had taken her parents from her.

She hurried on “What about you though? I saw the guy with the knife… he looked… I thought he was going to… I thought he had. I was sure of it.”

She didn’t know?

“It was you. You saved me! Whatever you threw… he left me to the other two and chased you instead?”

“He chased me?” She turned her head and stared out to sea. Maybe he was telling her too much, he shouldn’t have said that, she didn’t need to know. Except now she did. He mentally kicked himself. She seemed to come to a decision to file the implications away for later and met his eye again.

“But you didn’t escape?”

Somehow he held her gaze and answered reasonably calmly.

“No. No, I didn’t escape.”

“I’m so sorry, Scott. We heard stories about the camps and… I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t great.”

She looked at him incredulously and he took a breath, feeling he owed it to her to be honest.

“It’s difficult to find words to describe how horrific it was. I’m not completely sure how long it was between my arrival and it being liberated but they told me at least a couple of months. I… I came out sick and pretty broken but…” here he added his own mini jazz hands and a tiny forced smile “I survived.”

She nodded. “And look at everything you’ve achieved since!”

He shrugged that off. He didn’t deserve compliments right now. Something still wasn’t sitting right, still didn’t make sense in all of this. It didn’t fit the facts he knew.

“Estera, I’m sorry to ask this and please don’t answer if you don’t want to. But I have to ask it anyway. After… we met… did they uh, was there…”

He gripped the edge of the table and looked down, trying to steady his breathing. She reached a hand across and leaned into his line of sight, looking up at him calmly.

“It’s ok. You can ask it.”

“Did they… hurt… you?” The words burned his throat on the way out.

“After I left you? No, I never saw them again. I used my keycard to take the side gate from the alley into the school grounds to pick up my handbag… It was a crazy detour in retrospect but I panicked that if they found it they could use my ID to trace my family. Then I left via the back door and thankfully there was no sign of anybody.”

“They… were lying.”

Scott pressed his shaking palms into his eye sockets and shuddered.

They’d taunted him with unbearable detail of the humiliation and violence she’d been subjected to, all because of his intervention. But for him, they’d have had some fun then let her go… but he’d made the boss angry. He’d made it worse for her. If he hadn’t tried to play the hero she’d probably have survived.

It was a lie.

She had! They hadn’t done any of it.

All this time…

He laughed, bitterly. Then tried to explain himself.

“I’m sorry, they uh… told me… you… they… uh sorry.” He leaned back and looked at the sky, blinking to clear his vision, before taking a deep breath and blowing it out vigorously. He got control of himself and looked back at her. She was waiting. Looking sympathetic but not… not shocked or scared of what he might say.

“They told me I made it worse. That you were… punished for what I did and…” his voice caught “that you didn’t survive.”

“You didn’t. And I’m still here.”

“You are.”

“And so are you.”

“Seems that way.” he whispered.

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Unprompted, the waiter materialised with fresh drinks and they both took the opportunity to pause and warm their cold fingers on the cups almost too hot to hold. She watched the steam, trying to collect her thoughts.

This conversation was never going to have been anything but difficult. But, it could have been worse. She hadn’t told him everything - he didn’t need to know everything - but what she had said… he’d seemed to understand? She’d not had that experience since the funding for the monthly therapy and support group for refugees was discontinued a year after the war ended. Since then, she’d been on her own. It didn’t seem fair to bring such things up with new friends. The fewer people who had to think about it the better. She raised the cup to her lips and blew away the steam.

Her hand trembled slightly and she slopped half the coffee over the table. Scott immediately contained it with napkins but there weren’t enough and she rooted in her coat pocket for the emergency packet of tissues she carried and produced them in a rush. Something else came out attached to the packet and fell to the table with a slight rattle.

Oh no. Oh no no no nooo.

He reached out and delicately picked it up between a thumb and forefinger.

“So… I can’t help but notice you have a tiny model of my leg in your pocket. Should I be concerned?”

Her face was burning.

“You… you know I work with kids, right? It’s um, not mine. I’m not a crazy stalker person or anything.” She glanced up and was relieved to see he was laughing. “In fact before today I didn’t know there were action figures, it’s usually the trading cards I have to confiscate. That’s quite some PR machine you’ve got there.”

Now it was his turn to look awkward.

“Ah, well… there were so many poor quality ones being sold and they were frankly an environmental disaster and the manufacturing conditions were awful and so TI made some official ones. Proper working conditions, closed loop. All the proceeds to charity so… uh, yeah. It still feels cringey but I think was the right thing to do.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck vigorously as if trying to warm it up. “The ones of me always lose legs. There have been an embarrassing number of design meetings on the point.”

She nearly choked on her coffee.

“I'm sorry but it's just so surreal that you not only have a toy figure made of you but you actually go to meetings where you discuss your leg strength!”

“My actual leg strength is just fine. I’ve barely ever lost one.”

“That’s good to know” she deadpanned and took a sip of coffee before smirking again

“So… do you have to model for these?”

“Thankfully, no… they do refresh them occasionally and we have to approve any new designs. I have an overarching veto since a novelty collection of them nearly got released for Valentines a few years back… Gordon was the creative menace behind it and cancelling the production run cost him a significant chunk of his trust fund. Although he would tell you it was worth it for the prototypes he got to keep.” He smirked, apparently remembering “Virgil’s was quite amusing in fairness…”

She quirked an eyebrow by way of encouragement to elaborate.

“1960’s artists overalls and palate, jaunty beret, red rose between his teeth. The overalls had an outrageously big floppy bow.”

She thought back to the serious but handsome young man who had gently explained everything to the parents at the rescue site and smiled

“I bet that would have been popular”.

“Probably. Gordon’s was meant to portray the aftermath of his Olympic Butterfly gold, but the proportions were way off and I can promise you nobody needs an action figure of him in Speedo’s.”

She could feel her eyes widen “Oh, well, yikes.”

Her attention was caught by a loud snarling as a dog belonging to one of the other customers faced off with that of a passer-by. She tried to ignore it.

“Dare I ask what was wrong with yours?”

A clatter of crockery and scrape of chairs on concrete as the angry dog slipped its leash and bounded after the other, barking aggressively. The owner gave chase, shouting apologies.

She rolled her eyes and looked back at Scott about to make some comment about puppy training classes but he wasn’t there.

He was sat in the same place but his eyes, wide but with deep lines of tension at the edges, looked straight through her, flitting from side to side as he tracked something she couldn’t see. His jaw moved in a way that suggested he was grinding his teeth and his hand resting on the table had formed a white knuckled ball. He was barely breathing.

She knew this.

Her heart ached for him that he knew it too.

Ever so gently she placed her own hand next to his and very slightly stroked the back of his wrist with the tip of a finger. Sometimes a subtle touch could be grounding, as long as it didn’t shock him.

She carried on talking softly, hoping the sound would help him find his way back but quickly began to run out of nonsense. Clutching at straws, she began to recite the poem she had read to the children during quiet time last Thursday.

“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;”

After a few moments his jaw relaxed slightly and his lips moved soundlessly. Encouraged, she ploughed on

“Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air…”

She paused, racking her brain for the next line. In the faintest whisper he finished it:

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

The gulls called to each other over the water, his eyes suddenly locked on to hers and he gasped.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #TB Estera #estera #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #Tw: ptsd

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eyelessfaces · 2 years

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headcanons for steven with a s/o who's fluent in french

hello babes here's my contribution to the steven grant fanclub because I recently realized I had never posted anything for him..... (I have written some things but I've never posted them. shame on me)

it's canon that steven loves french poetry so LETS GO

also hey surprise I'm french so this one is very self indulgent lol sorry. god why am I so nervous about telling you I'm french I feel like I'm coming out to my family what the hell.

anyways I hope you'll enjoy this <3

-okay so I think you would be pretty secret about it but not in a 'you'll never know that I speak french' way but more in a 'oh yeah I can speak french I forgot' kind of way

-so you and steven would have been dating for a few months already and he still wouldn't know you speak french

-I think he would discover it the most random way possible. like by hearing you speak on the phone in french

-and he would be like :O wHAT

-he'd be so shocked

-and maybE a little turned on. (yk..... that cliché about people that speak french being so sexy mh)

-but I still think he'd be a little offended that you never told him you could speak french like that.

-once your call is over he'd just come to you with a beaten expression and would just go 'why did you never tell me you could speak french?'

-and you would just go 'désolé(e). forgot to mention it'

-he would immediately forgive you because he's admirative

-'wow... you're even more amazing than I thought you already were'

-he wants to know everything about how you've learned french

-he'd tell you about his favorite french poets and he'd ask you for some translations of the words he didn't quite catch

-he would ask you to correct him on his accent even though you think it's really cute

-he'd try to have chats with you

-I said TRY.......

-he quickly realized he just prefered when you read to him in french

-or just told him about your day in french

-even if he can understand like half of what you're saying

-he would ask you to teach him french pet names and he'd use them on you ALL THE TIME because they make you blush SO HARD

-'ma chérie/mon chéri' 'mon amour'

-you'd just crumble everytime they come out of his mouth

-I wouldn't be surprised if he wrote his own poems.

-so he'd try to write some in french

-and they're ALL about you

-there are some mistakes here and there but you really don't mind because it's just adorable

-he'd stay awake late at night to perfect them but he would just fall asleep on his desk

-so marc takes control of the body to put it in bed but reads the poem and goes

-'wow buddy you're next level whipped'

-but he thinks that's cute

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désolé(e) = sorry;

ma chérie/mon chéri = darling;

mon amour = my love

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant headcanon #steven grant headcanons #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #moon knight headcanons #steven grant x gn!reader

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viviennelamb · 5 months

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Hi Vivienne, do you have any more thoughts on Autonomous living/self sufficient people? I was amazed that there are people out there that can sustain themselves on such little food and water, or even nothing at all. I am skeptical of some peoples claims but I do believe it is possible. Its very hard to find information on this subject and i remember you mentioning Anastaysiya Zilevich, I listened to what she was saying and it sounds very liberating. I totally agree that the reason we over indulge in food is because we are lacking genuine connection with each other. Though she does promote sexuality and romance as a means of gaining energy and im doubtful about that. She also advises to get away from cities and tech use which i wouldn't be willing to do. Does meditation and connecting with God result in you naturally consuming less or is it something you consciously work on? Thanks! - autonomousgirl

Hello,

Isn't it interesting? Although many people believe physical perfection adhering to ever-changing beauty standards, it is really Self-mastery. Most people would rather engage in mindless work that they hate to satisfy their senses (and then complain about it) rather than attempt to overcome them. I understand that most people genuinely believe we need to eat, but at one point I was around drug addicts and they ate a few times a week because their senses were being satisfied by drug abuse so they forgot about food.

If one can overcome their desire to satisfy their senses, they are truly liberated from having to make money, needing shelter because the body doesn't get cold in when it's not spending its resources to digest food therefore reaching immaculate equanimity. The state of mind of an individual who isn't subject to senses is an amazing one as one is in a constant state of knowing they are in God's Dream. Ego Consciousness is the belief that we are the body and that what we do to the body (eating, sleeping, s*x) sustains or is the point of life. How we came to this point was through lust, the original sin.

Most of my blog is about autonomy! The autonomous lifestyle is synonymous with Self-mastery which can only be obtained through God Consciousness. So autonomy falls under the umbrella of attaining God Consciousness though autonomous people are more focused on the food and sleep aspect. People who can stop eating in this lifetime were on a spiritual journey previously or food caused them so much suffering they decided to stop eating or they have purified their minds to detach from the limiting ideas imposed on them since birth.

Recognizing how the Ego places us in a state of total ignorance is an important part of the autonomous lifestyle because one has to remove the belief that we have to eat to live. I don't talk about food anymore because a lot of people are getting triggered, due to their past eating disorders and projecting that onto me, so this aspect of the journey is what I've decided to keep to myself. Even thinking about true non-consumption is too advanced for everybody. Starting at the 1st and 2nd chakra and then moving on to the 3rd would be the individual's natural progression to reaching perfection. Overcoming lust is more feasible even though that is also advanced.

Not eating food is possible, everything is possible within Infinite Consciousness, but the path of liberating the soul from the body requires discipline. People who enjoy eating, which is everybody, have no reason to stop if they are okay with the suffering food brings them in exchange for the temporary sense of gratification from taste. However, there are people who genuinely suffer from consuming food and do not find a single food item enjoyable to eat, including the "healthiest" food one can think of. They do not have eating disorders nor are they mentally ill, unrealistic or making things up. Yes, most people are within the bell curve of living relatively well on some type of diet, but there are people outside of that bell curve who can eat literal garbage and live well as well as people who eat nothing and live well. It all depends on the individual's consciousness and one should eat for their constitution. An individual who thinks about lust all day, does drugs, spends 15+ hours a day on the internet, lives in filth has no business eating fresh fruits and vegetables - that would kill them. They need to eat cheetos, cake and only drink red bull to keep their bodies alive because that is their vibration.

The more you fast, the more you get used to not eating for longer stretches of time, but if one genuinely no longer wishes to eat, there will be a point where she just stops and it won't be difficult - same with lust.

Anastasiya still eats about 1-3 times a week and said it was not due to hunger, but an insatiable desire to satisfy the body. She said that her desire to eat is because the planet's vibration is low, but it's not the planet, it's her. Since she's engaging in the lust act, her nature demanding food is likely her issue as lust weakens one’s will (she sounded like she engages in sex a lot) and she doesn’t like meditation so she's not working on her control. She's keeping her food, drink and sleep down to a minimum because it brings her health issues.

Those who engage in lust can appear to have deluded forms of autonomy (lust positivity, working from home, communism, walking in nature, equality) but will never attain true liberation.

There were videos where she was attempting to describe God Consciousness from a worldly scientific perspective because she is highly educated and used to work in the sciences if I'm not mistaken. Swami Sri Yuteskwar explained the Holy Science of Evolution (and devolution). Humanity is currently in a devolved state where both which they desire and avoid brings them suffering because they don't want to reach a state of equanimity of the senses yet. The world will get to a point where the gratification of the senses will be seen as primitive, but that's during the Golden Age. The thing is the Dark Age and Golden Age can be achieved on an individual level. Anybody who is trying to achieve it through activism on a mass scale during this point in time is completely delusional. Those who have no interest in controlling their bodies have no hope of ending their suffering and are born slaves.

You do have to be with other people but in the way of being of service because we get energy from that from assisting humanity's evolution towards the Golden Age. If you restore another person's hope in humanity, that person is more likely to become good and that butterfly effect ripples into every lifetime ahead. Being selfish holds back the evolution of humanity - small acts of kindness go a long way. I hear the phrase "genuine connections" a lot and I'm not sure what people mean when we're already in a state of oneness, but Egos cannot connect which is why there's a loneliness epidemic. We're also never alone, but the individual in the Dark Ages believes they are.

Autonomous people emphasize that helping others is a requirement and one will gravitate towards that anyways if they're not eating and sleeping which takes up 70% of their time. Every "day" becomes immortalized.

When one has s*x, their energy is taken away and their mind isn't aligned with God, but with the senses which brings the individual down to Body Consciousness. You don't have to move from the city, refrain from using technology or move around constantly. Anastasiya is unable to remain still and needs to move from country to country because when she stays in one area for too long it becomes "stagnant." Her actions are a reflection of her state of mind - somebody who is pure will purify the area around them. Life will never become stagnant and the pure individual will never get bored. Even though the control of her food intake is impressive, it's better to eat and become calm than foodless and restless. If somebody wants to be nomadic, that's fine, but it appeared that she was still being controlled by something not of her own will which is not autonomous. Being around people who are on the same journey as you and at the very least having a Guru obviously helps, but the point of being autonomous is that you can maintain the lifestyle on your own.

Personally, I’m at the point where I only believe the claims of people who are God-Realized or have reached Samadhi and, surprise, it's easy to know who that is if they only talk about God. When I speak to a worldly person, I know they’re lying about whatever they’re talking about.

Meditating on not eating and being conscious about it are both required for liberation. SRF lessons teach everything you need to know about autonomy and you can use it for anything else you want to obtain. Everything you want is about learning how to control your consciousness so that you can lead your life in a particular direction. In your situation, you want to learn how to energize the body naturally requiring you to eat less food.

I recommend reading The Yoga Sutras of Pantajali. Pantanjali explains that concentrating one's energy on the pit of the throat will keep one's hunger satisfied, but to maintain this state of satiety, you will have to meditate to raise your consciousness. Non-eating is such a small part of Cosmic Consciousness but the autonomous' focus on food is a good thing to let people know that this lifestyle is possible. And it's helpful to people who find food detrimental to their health. If you still wish to eat, a Sattvic diet is ideal which is mainly plain raw foods that don't excite one's senses and to not eat too much. Your body will slowly become neutral to foods in this way along with eating the right amount because the body begins to like how a stretched stomach feels which is what most people are addicted to (as well as highly palatable food).

In the Autobiography of a Yogi, Paramahansa Yogananda talks about the time he visited Therese Neumann and Giri Bala, two women who did not eat.

Those who work towards God Consciousness obtain Omniscience, Omnipresence and, Omnipotence, so they can do anything and create anything out of nothing and are actually living in non-duality. For an individual to become God-Realized, they must devote their lives to God. If they can’t do that, then they can’t reach the highest state of consciousness which means they’re still subject to duality and therefore suffering.

#ask #yoga #spirituality #meditation #god consciousness #cosmic consciousness #autonomy

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baroquebucky · 2 years

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soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

word count — 1,053

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a/n; hello hello ! just a quick self indulgent drabble as i am currently sick :P

Allergies were a bitch.

You’d been stuck in bed all day, under four blankets, shivering and sneezing. Your body ached, everything was cold and you had a pile of tissues next to your bed and two empty tissue boxes on the nightstand. Your hair was a mess and you looked deathly.

The worst part of it all?

Bucky wasn’t home. He was off on some mission since three days ago, possibly coming home today, possibly not.

Part of you hoped he didn’t come back today, you wanted him to come back in a couple more days when you were healthy again, not now where you know he’s scold you for being under four blankets despite having a fever. Another part was praying to every deity out there that he wakes in the front door any second now.

You’d been in and out of sleep all day, having only ate a granola bar, two Claritin’s and four bottles of water to top it all off.

Pausing the video you’d been watching, [half watching, you feel asleep four minutes in and woke up at the 30 minute mark only to pass out again later] you got up to use the restroom, dragging yourself and whining as you moved. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to just lay down. After brushing your teeth and grabbing another water bottle you curled back under your blankets, shivering and blowing your nose one more time before passing out again.

It was quite a sight to see when bucky walked into the apartment. It was late in the afternoon so he expected you to either be cooking something or watching stuff in the living room, but when he heard nothing but the faint sound of some true crime video from your bedroom he knew something was up.

He set his bad down and took his shoes off, walking quietly to your shared bedroom and peeking in, seeing the lump of blankets and tissues littering the room. Bucky frowned slightly when he saw the Claritin box on the nightstand alongside som Vicks and tissue boxes.

“oh doll” he whispered, looking at your sleeping form, he couldn’t see much though, considering you were completely engulfed by the blankets.

Bucky debated pulling the blankets off you and waking you up to take your temperature, but by the way he saw your body shaking slightly he knew you had a fever. He shook his head, recalling the various times he’s told you to not give into the chills because it’ll just make the fever last longer.

Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to shower and join you in bed. But he knew better.

Instead, he headed for the kitchen, grabbing some veggies and some noodles and getting to work. He grabbed your favorite mug and placed a tea bag in it, heating up some water before pouring it in and taking it to your shared bedroom, placing it on the nightstand before exiting.

You stirred awake at the sound of of footsteps outside. Your vision focused on the hot cup of tea, still steaming on your nightstand, you whined slightly as you sat up, taking the cup of tea in your hands and drinking it slowly. Bucky had added just enough honey in your tea, knowing that you liked for it to be sweet.

After you finished the tea, as if on cue bucky walked into the room, a soft smile on his face when he noted the empty mug.

“good morning doll” he spoke, a lopsided grin on his face as he took the mug from your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“morning” you spoke, your voice hoarse. You cringed at how sick you sounded, knowing you were in for it when bucky saw your pile of tissues. You turned to look down at the tissues only for it to be gone, along with the empty boxes and the Claritin packed away with the exception of two tablets.

“i cleaned up, figured you’d be too tired” bucky spoke up after you took in your surroundings, “now gimme these blankets and come eat, i know you haven’t ate anything for however long you’ve been sick.”

You moved slowly, your body sluggish and heavy. Finally you managed to pull yourself from the warmth of the blankets, your feet hitting the ground as you trailed behind bucky to the kitchen.

“made you some noodle soup, eat up while it’s still warm, im gonna go shower if you need anything tell me okay doll?” He spoke as he served you soup in a bowl, much more than you think you could fit in your stomach.

You nodded softly and bucky kissed your temple, mumbling a soft ‘love you’ before heading to the shower. Before you knew it you were almost done with the soup and two packets of crackers, not realizing just how hungry you were. The soup was amazing and made you feel warm, you were no longer shivering and you felt yourself getting better.

As you placed the bowl in the sink and sat on the couch, bucky walked out with of the restroom, hair still wet and a smile on his face.

“how my favorite girl feeling?” He asked, you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“better, just tired still” you replied, bucky handed you a couple more pills and a cup of water, you took them quickly and set the cup down on the table, cuddling up to your boyfriend as he flicked on the tv and scrolled through the channels.

After a couple minutes of silence you spoke up, “thank you for the soup it was so good whatd you put in it?” Bucky only gave you a cheesy grin before replying.

“Love.”

You couldn’t help the smile the made it’s way onto your face as you rolled your eyes at him, your head continuing to rest on his chest.

You felt warm inside, you felt comfortable and your body felt lighter than before. Your breathing evened out and before you knew it you slipped into a peaceful sleep. You felt loved, safe and secure. Even on your worst days, bucky was there to take care of you. You were happy bucky was home, at the end of the day, you always wanted bucky home.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes soft #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Hiiiie I am so in need of more Abe Sapien content bc he’s the cutest ever and I would love to know your take on Abe with a bat person !! 🖤 this is so self indulgent but something about the air and water opposites dynamic shjfhsjdbd they could literally always surprise him with little spiderman kisses 🫠 thank you sm for sharing your work with us !! all my warmest regards xoxo

I've been wanting to write this for ages and am going to use it for Flufftober!

Also the reader can transform into a bat, kinda like a vampire, and they can turn invisible.

Flufftober Day 10: Love Language

Abe Sapien x Gn!Bat!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: established relationship, flustered Abe (our favorite), spelling mistakes, Spiderman kiss,

Summary: Abe quickly finds out your love language is dropping by during his missions and demanding a kiss

Abe wasn't a fan of PDA.

He didn't mean to, but anytime you reached for his hand or arm whenever they were around other agents, he froze.

He'd either freeze or flinch away from you. It wasn't that he didn't like the touches, he liked them, but not when he was mid conversation with Hellboy and Liz.

About 4 months into your relationship, he finally said something, calmly sitting you down in the library and telling you.

"You don't like it when I hold you?" Your face fell, it broke his heart. He shook his head, moving closer to you on one of the sofas, taking your hand in his.

"I like it, I do, but I'm...I'm not comfortable doing it right in front of others, and if I'm being honest, this is my first serious relationship and I'm just not used to the attention,"

After that you agreed to tone down the touches until he felt comfortable, only doing it when you two were alone.

Now 8 months into the relationship, he was open to small cheek kisses and holding hands when walking in front of people.

Not that he should be thinking about that right now, he's in the middle of a mission.

Him, Johann and Red, are in lower Manhattan putting up cameras to catch a very annoying and cunning thief.

He's walking down an abandoned alleyway, it's narrow and cold, trash piled up on both sides and a fire escape to his left.

He needed to set up a camera in the very corner of this alley, making sure to catch any and all possible escape routes of the thief.

He hears you before he sees you. Feels your presence and aura in the air, glancing up he sees a small bat fluttering down and landing upside down on the fire escape.

"Hello, love," He mumbles, watching a cloud of smoke appear, blowing away in the autumn breeze, revealing you hanging upside down.

"Hi, Abe, what're you boys up to?" Your hair is hanging in front of your face, your cheeks flushing from the blood flow.

"Setting up cameras to catch a thief that keeps stealing famous artwork," He holds up and shakes the camera, looking it over in his gloved hands.

"Sounds fun," You muse, crossing your arms.

"It's a bit better now that you're here," He smiles at you. He feels your mood change, he doesn't need to read your thoughts to now you just had an idea. "What?"

"Come here,"

"What?" His back straightened, clutching the camera a little too tightly.

"Come here," Uncrossing your arms, you extend them toward him. Unable to resist you, he cautiously takes a few steps forward. "I have an idea,"

"That's what I'm worried about," He nervously glances around the alley. Looking back to where he first entered the alley, knowing the others are just around the corner.

Your hands cup the side of his face, your hands are cold, as they always are, and feather light, like a gently brush of wind.

Smiling you pull him closer to you, pursing your lips and closing your eyes.

He sighs, meeting your lips, they're soft, molding perfectly to his. His face and neck turn warm, a shock of excitement traveling up his spine.

It's a bit strange since you're still upside down, but he can't move away from you. He's obsessed with you, how you move and speak so fluidly and how soft you always are.

You truly are like a autumn breeze: soft, slightly chilling yet so comforting.

"Agent Sapien!" Johann yelled, peering into the alleyway.

Abe jumps out of his scales, thanking his makers that his blue scales don't show how flushed he feels.

"Y-yes, Dr. Krauss?" He stutters, clearing his throat.

He was in so much trouble, he knew it.

He'd be kicked off the mission, you'd get reprimanded for leaving the compound. There's no way you both could-

"The camera, Agent Sapien?" Johann raised an angry pointer finger. "Please set it up, we don't have time for dilly-dallying," He turned around, talking to other agents.

Abe looked to where you had been, the fire escape ladder suddenly empty. He sighed in relief, Johann hadn't seen you.

He hadn't seen you.

"That was close," You tease turning visible again, smiling widely.

"Too close," Abe grumbled, not actually mad. He walked to the end of the alley, setting up the camera.

Even though he almost got caught, there was still a shock in his spine, a tingling in his lips and the urge to keep kissing you.

It was exhilarating the thought of sneaking kisses from you without the others knowing.

This became a sort of ritual for you two. Meeting up in between buildings and alleyways and sneaking kisses whenever no one was looking.

Abe felt guilty because...he liked it.

Seeing your bat form fly above their crime scene, sneaking away and coming back like nothing happened.

It was a win-win for both of you, he didn't have the awkwardness of knowing people were watching and you got your fill of physical touch.

"You're in a good mood," Red teased, lighting a cigar, raising an eyebrow at Abe.

"Just glad the mission is going well," Abe nodded, seeing your bat form fly away in the corner of his eye.

He still felt the pressure from your lips and the softness of your hands on his face.

"Yeah," Hellboy looked him up and down. "I'm glad about it, Manning said he's giving us a week break after this,"

"Oh, that doesn't sound like him," Abe tried to hide his disappointment, fidgeting with a gadget on his arm.

"Yeah, he said we all needed a break, regroup and all that stuff," Red shrugged, Abe missed the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Makes sense,"

"Agent Hellboy!" Johann, from across the road shouted, waving his hand to him. "We need your help moving something!"

Red rolled his eyes, puffing out his cigar. He smiled, leaning in so only Abe could hear him.

"Tell Y/n I say 'hi' next time they come around," With that he sauntered across the street. Leaving Abe wide eyes and speechless on the sidewalk.

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sinisterexaggerator · 1 day

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Hello there!

I am here to ease ya'll into my favorite ship:

Banaka (Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka)

Best in the Bunch.

I have so much planned for these two in a fanfic I am only just beginning to write (that spans Cad Bane's entire life), but conversations with @allsystemsblue led me to write this fluff scenario and I could not stop myself.

Pretend that what you are reading is based on an already well-established relationship. Bane shows affection by acts of service and gift giving, as his feelings are something he has trouble with expressing. The rest is self-indulgent garbage.

I should mention this is not how the rest of said fic will go. This is a one-off just for fun. You can expect angst, drama, hurt, comfort, toxic relationships, violence and smut in the future.

Credit goes to Teeth for the idea that Hondo, while not believing in the God Quay, still finds comfort in performing magicks for his own peace of mind.

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: None. Fluff, a kiss, and a lot of negativity on Bane's part.

He didn’t know a thing about them, flowers, only that they might come in useful for a certain predicament he had found himself in, as it seemed most sentient beings thought the seed-bearing parts of plants—consisting of its reproductive organs, mind you—were somehow beautiful.

He supposed he could see it, what with their bright-colored corollas, petals coming in all shapes and sizes, typically paired with a calyx as green as his own blood. That was only on some planets. On others, they were red, or blue. Purple. Indigo.

On Florrum, they came in various shades of orange, or yellow, a rarity after an even rarer desert downpour.

Fragile is what they were, and a waste of money. The resources used to farm them could be utilized in more efficient ways. Perhaps he would like the wild ones better, though to pull weeds as a manner of apology didn’t seem good enough. Didn’t seem thoughtful enough. He was sure the Weequay would run him out.

Then again, apologizing wasn’t something he often did, as Bane rarely meant not to do something he had set his mind to. Only this time, he had hurt Ohnaka’s feelings.

Feelings. Hondo had too many, and maybe Bane had too few. Callous one might call him, insensitive another. Cynical was more like it; tired; disillusioned. Yet rare was the man who could crack him open to show him what lay beneath; like a geode, Ohnaka exposed his insides, revealing to Bane all the pretty bits he never would have known existed.

And Bane did care, if only when it suited him. If only on his terms. But this time, he cared because Hondo did. It was partially anathema, this caring, yet he did it anyway, unable to coax his mind to let their little squabble go.

To the pirate, it had been more than that, Bane insulting his very heritage. He didn’t understand the tiny dolls he kept, the archaic sources of illumination that were made of wax and smelled like things Bane could not identify, nor the bits and scraps of flimsi that had been burned to cinders.

These things decorated a small table, resting atop an ornate cloth; Bane had touched it much to the pirate’s chagrin, then disrespected his arcane practice, ridiculing his efforts to appease some nonexistent deity in order to bring about Bane’s good luck.

His job was dangerous, but the hunter was unaware he was being prayed for behind closed doors. Somehow, that had irritated him, more so as he didn’t understand it, thinking Hondo must be attempting to commit himself to witchcraft like those little ladies that lived on Dathomir.

“What’s with dhis nonsense. Ain’t no use in doin’ dhat,” he remembered saying; a poor choice of words to one who meant no ill will.

He understood that now, if nothing else. So what if Hondo lit a candle for him. Who was he to say he hadn’t lived to hunt another day because of it? It was possible the only thing keeping Bane alive besides his street smarts and good aim was the Weequay’s magicks; Bane shuddered to think that was the case.

Even so, here he was, holding a bouquet tightly in one hand and his hat’s brim in the other, deigning to do what he felt might be ignored. This was nothing more than a gesture to barter passage into the pirate king’s good graces—an act of service on his part, the buying of them—for in the here and now, there was nothing more he wished to accomplish in this life. Had you told him he would be doing this a year ago, he would have laughed himself hoarse, or worse yet, right into an early grave.

Yes, flowers. Expensive, frail, and pointless. He had chosen the prettiest of those assembled according to his tastes, selecting a color he assumed was the dummy’s favorite: red.

Ladalums were scarce and imported from Alderaan, a fact he’d learned upon their purchase. They would only bloom if pollinated on their homeworld; these were fresh off the cargo freight, able to last months if given the right treatment.

That was one good thing about them—once out of his hands, the rest was up to the pirate to take care of. He was good at that, Bane mused—caring for things.

Eyes and heads—not dissimilar from all the others that populated this chamber of sorts—turned to look at this bounty hunter who relunctantly proceeded with his walk of shame. Bane would bite back all his nasty words, even as members of Hondo's gang jeered and snickered at his expense.

What he wouldn’t give to kill them on the spot. Somehow, he imagined, that would not do him any favors.

Seated on a low dais, in a throne fit for a king no less, his disgruntled paramour still fumed, swoop-goggles purposefully removed to rest upon the front of his worn helmet. Those expressive gray eyes were the Duros’ weakness, finding that he could not meet his narrowed gaze. Already oblique, Hondo’s stormy depths had gathered further into slits, leaving Bane to swallow down his spit.

Still, he approached, feeling naked and vulnerable as he stood there like a scolded child without his hat to shield him. He did his best, fathomless red ellipses meeting Hondo’s glare head-on, Bane saying the only thing he could think to say.

“Brought some flowers.”

Nothin'. There was no reaction, not even a change in his demeanor or a brightening of mood. Bane overtly frowned, taking a step back for his boots to echo lightly against the duracrete floor of Hondo’s beloved fortress home.

Supposin’ this didn’t work, Bane planned for his retreat, hoping to retain some dignity among those present. He lowered his head, his hat rightfully returned to where it belonged by a flat palm, Bane ready to drop the bouquet like so much trash at his feet; it was difficult to care when you didn’t know how to fix the wrong you’d done. Trying wasn’t as good as doing. Doing was the hard part.

“Are dose for me?”

Four little words that set Bane’s heart to thumping, the hunter wisely keeping his eyes averted as he saw the pirate stand out of his periphery. He would only nod, an infinitesimal movement of his head, up and down, affirming what Hondo already knew—those flowers were for him.

His spark descended, that charming scoundrel who kept him going on a dark night of the soul; he strode down the short flight of stairs that would bring him nearly to his level, Bane taller than Ohnaka, though the man was bigger in some ways; his heart for one, Bane thought.

“Dey are beautiful, my Moon,” his bit of sunshine said, Bane’s sorrowful eyes rising out from the shade of his bolero.

“Picked de best in de bunch,” he humbly offered, words bordering a whisper, eerily heard as the hall was quiet, grim faces and furrowed brows sparing him none of his embarrassment. "Same could be said, fer ye,” he added.

It was then the Weequay smiled, a dazzling thing, brighter than dual suns. Bane relaxed openly as he expelled a breath from between his teeth; it was a slow, heavy sigh of relief.

“Flatterer,” Hondo teased, his smile spreading wider, gold amidst pearl and oh-so satisfying to witness should Bane be the sole cause of it. “Dey need water, hm?”

The shuffling of a crimson coat and an idle toss of a braid signaled to Bane that Hondo would exit, the hunter grateful his gift had been accepted. However, the Weequay would pause, turning about face, reflecting on the shrinking Duros as he had been tempted to follow in his footsteps.

“Just… one more ting,” he announced, his expression hardening back to a look previously sported as his voice lowered an octave, Bane’s heart sinking toward his belly as he did not wish to incur any more reprimands.

Hondo took him by his coat’s lapel, jerking him forward. Bane held onto his hat as dusky lips brushed across his, pinpricks of electricity teeming along his scales like minuscule lightning bolts. The Duros would slump his shoulders to sink to Ohnaka’s height, a warm, black tongue invading his mouth to skirt one that was cool and pink.

This must be what it felt like to be forgiven, he assumed, some invisible weight lifting from off his conscience.

“Take it ye like flowers,” Bane remarked once free of his kiss, wanting to fill the now awkward silence with something to lighten whatever tension might be left between them.

For Hondo, there was none. He could just as easily forget as he could forgive. A rough thumb smoothed down the bit of Bane’s flesh left assailable, brazenly descending to aid in the tweaking of one sharp fang.

“Yes,” Hondo harmoniously agreed, “you might say dat.”

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internalsealpanic · 2 years

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Contrition

summary: Dick tells Bruce he's a grandfather. It goes swell. a/n: This part (part 2 two Convalescence )was made primarily because I did not have the heart to throw away the conversation I wrote for Reader and Bruce in my original draft of the fic. Clark being in this fic is also just me wanting to write Clark warnings: Everyone is a little shit, emotional conversations, very self-indulgent on my part.

"Clark."

Clark rubs his face, groaning at himself for answering. "Bruce, it's—" he squints at the clock— "It's 2—" he checks again and regrets it immediately— "2:38. AM. Is it an emergency?"

Bruce goes quiet. The normally steady beat of Bruce's heart ratchet's up and so does Clark's. He's off the bed, floating and readying himself to zip to wherever the emergency is. Clark's nerves fray as Bruce struggles with his words. The worst possibilities flit through his mind.

"I'm—" Bruce's breath comes out harsh— "I have a grandchild."

Clark slowly lowers himself back onto the bed; he feels a little disoriented as the loud rush of blood in his ears dies down. "Congratulations," because that was the right thing to say but Bruce's pulse was still up to an 11.

"What do I do?"

Clark looks at the clock wearily, his few hours of sleep waning away with every syllable. This really is a conversation he's having at 2 in the morning. He can't exactly hang up on Bruce, not because the man owns the paper he works for but because Bruce is gonna keep calling people until he gets terrible advice. "Have you tried asking Alfred?"

"He laughed."

Clark pinches the bridge of his nose. "And you think I wouldn't do the same?"

"Why do you think I called you at 2 AM?" Bruce says, a grin creeping into his voice.

Clark suddenly remembers that no matter how old they get, Bruce Wayne is a little shit. There is a vein in Clark's forehead that is threatening to burst. Beside him, Lois stirs, rubbing the sleep out of her narrowed eyes. Clark kisses her forehead apologetically. She rolls her eyes and motions for him to put Bruce on speaker. Clark chuffs but does it anyway.

"It shouldn't be too different from having kids, right?" Clark says, wrapping an arm around Lois.

"How would I know?" Clark's forehead creases with the real irritation bleeding into Bruce's normally flat tone. "Clark, am I on speaker? I can hear Lois trying not to laugh."

Clark glances at Lois whose face is buried in his shoulder. "Sort of."

"Clark."

Lois grabs the phone. "Brucie, you forfeited your right to privacy the moment you decided to call at 2 AM."

Bruce replies to this by grunting.

"So off the record," Clark glances pointedly at Lois who holds her hands up innocently," who's the new parent?"

There's a long enough pause that Clark considers hanging up.

"Dick."

This time there's a long pause from Clark's end which is abruptly cut off by a string of not-curse-words from Clark and whispered cheers from Lois.

"What was that?"

"Sorry, I just signed myself up for two months of dishes," Clarks says rubbing his face.

"Did you just bet on my children?" There's no anger in the words, just abject confusion.

"Yes but tell Dick congratulations for us... You did congratulate him, right?"

"Sure."

"Bruce."

Bruce sighs. "He called me and I reacted by hanging up."

"You what?!"

Lois is full-on laughing at this point.

"Bruce, you hung up on Dick when he was trying to tell you he has a kid," Clark says slowly.

"Clark, this wasn't an infant. The kid looked 3."

Clark takes a moment to let the information settle and now he understood the apprehension in Bruce's voice. All Clark could say was "you didn't think to lead with this?"

"Sorry let me start this conversation over. Hello Clark, my boy has a 3-year-old child after being a childless bachelor the last time I saw him. Does that work better?"

"It sounds like a terrible headline," Lois pipes up.

Clark hums in agreement. "I would probably save that for the body paragraphs."

"I'm being serious, you assholes."

Clark heaves a breath and rubs his face again. "You have talked to Dick again after that."

"No."

"Bruce."

"I know. But I don't know what to do."

"Talk to him? Check on him?"

Why was this so hard?

This isn't rocket science.

"It's not that simple," Bruce chuffs.

Clark draws in another breath. Rocket science. Bruce can do rocket science but broaching emotional subjects is objectively hard for a man who has more than 5 kids. "We are going to Bludhaven," Clark grunts, shoving socks on his feet, careful not to tear them because darn it Bruce.

"Clark, no."

"Get dressed, I'll be there in," Clark looks at his phone, "a couple of minutes." He shoves a sweater on, not even mildly concerned about the fact that he might have put it on the wrong way. He did but Lois isn't going to tell him that. He'll figure it out eventually.

"It's 3 in the morning."

Clark pauses, very close to lasering his own phone. He pushes the urge down, settling for shooting back a quick "I'm sure he's awake." Dick won't be happy but Clark thinks he can handle a grumpy Dick. Not the first time.

The lines of your vision are starting to blur, still, you keep them on the steady rise and fall of August's chest. Your own chest feels tight. It's probably the only thing keeping you awake. The flashcards for your presentation today lay forgotten on your lap as you sing to August, melody quiet and almost imperceptible against the droning of machines around you.

"Are you really singing Black Parade in a hospital?" Dick chuckles, handing you a much-needed cup of coffee.

You accept it gratefully, smiling at the steam rising from the cup and avoiding his eyes. You've already seen the bruising under his eyes and the guilt bubbles up under your skin. "What else do you want me to sing?" you laugh tiredly, rubbing your hand over August's chest, feeling the slow beat of his heart, desperately trying to push down the feeling of being overwhelmed by Dick. This wasn't the right time for it. August needs you to be ok today.

This isn't made easier by Dick sitting next to you, his warm comforting presence lulling you. The tiredness seeping in through the cracks, your shoulders slump. You feel like crying. You just want to hold August and make him feel better. You just want him to be ok. You wish you could make him be ok. You wish you didn't need to rely on Dick so much. You wish you could just stay awake.

There's a hand on your shoulder and when you look up you're met with Dick's concerned face and your heart drops to the floor.

"Hey," the word is soft and you have no idea how Dick is allowed to put you at ease with just one word. Dick doesn't even say it a particular way. It's just his 'hey' and the world feels mildly more alright than it is. "You look like you're gonna keel over."

You set the coffee on the table, your flashcards spilling to the floor. 'I'm fine' would just make Dick frown at you. 'Don't worry about it' will inevitably lead to an argument. 'Please don't' is what you want to say but that's a bad idea on multiple levels and you're not emotionally, mentally, or physically equipped to deal with the fallout of making Dick more worried than necessary. Instead, you lay your head on his shoulder and try not to sob.

Dick wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer and planting a kiss on your forehead. "Doc said he was gonna be ok," he says, squeezing your shoulder. "Says the My Chemical Romance songs helped."

You sniffle, slapping his thigh half-heartedly. "Did you check if he was actually a Doctor?"

"Pretty sure," Dick hums, resting his head against yours. "Think his name was Dr. Sexy."

Your constricted throat lets out a wheeze of a laugh. Pressing your face into Dick's neck, you try to muffle hysterical laughter. Dick's ears turn pink but he focuses on laughing into your hair. The joy and relief of laughter blankets the room, easily rising over the drone of the machines around you.

In the bed, August stirs, his little body shifting under the sheets. Your breath stutters as he moans, face squishing into the pillow. He flails his hand as if to tell you to be quiet. A hush falls over the both of you and once again the room only has room for the beeping of machines.

When August is once again on his back, you let yourselves breathe out loud. Dick squeezes your shoulder and smiles at you. In a low voice, he says, "Go home. I can take care of him."

You freeze. "Dick," you chew on your thoughts before pushing out the rest of your sentence. "I can't. I have to—"

"Rest, so you can prepare to rock that presentation," he says squeezing your hand. He brushes strands of your hair out of your face. "We're ok here. Promise. I'll call you if something happens. Just... just get some shut-eye, yeah?"

You sigh for the hundreth time that night. "I owe you."

"I take cash."

"Do you prefer stripper dollars?"

"No, but I will take Smart Cow coupons."

You snort. "Oh, of course."

"Ok, so I love you guys but why are you here?" Dick sighs, unconsciously pulling the bundle of blankets in his arms closer to his chest. In Dick's living room, Bruce and Clark are calmly sitting on the couch like functional humans (previous evidence points to the contrary) while in his kitchen, Duke, Damian, and Jason are all mixing different concoctions and with the pantry wide open, Dick can only guess what unholy abominations they're all cooking up.

August whines softly, burrowing deeper into the blanket, feeling cold from the hall. Dick shuts the door quickly and softly.

"Hi to you too, Dickweed," Jason says around a mouthful of brioche.

Dick debates on whether he actually needs to cover August's ears for that one probably not but it doesn't hurt to be cautious. "Hi. Now, answer my question."

They all share a look and the first to pipe up is Bruce. "You called."

Dick rattles his brain to try and remember when he called and what for.

"To tell Bruce about August," Clark adds helpfully.

Duke squints at Dick. "You told him via call? Wouldn't it be better to see his shocked expression in person?"

Bruce flings Duke a look which, through years of hard work (aka asking Dick), Clark roughly translates as 'whose side are you on'. Duke grins and shrugs.

"I can't screenshot Bruce's face in real life."

"Photos are a thing, Richard."

Dick rolls his eyes, adjusting his hold on August. "Yeah well, I can't hang up on him in real life."

“He does it to Commish a lot . I think you've noticed."

Jason has a fair point but that is once again too much effort and that still doesn't answer why all of them are there. He gets Clark. Bruce wouldn't be here looking like an Irish Setter otherwise but what are the other three doing here? "Don't you have school," is the first thing he asks because he apparently doesn't look like enough of a dad already.

His siblings are nonplussed by this, more annoyed honestly, but Bruce and Clark look like a torpedo just launched out of his chest cavity.

"We heard about Father's trip here."

"Squirt here was worried," Jason adds, ruffling Damian's hair. The kid looks like he's gonna tear Jason limb from limb and it occurs to Dick that maybe Damian and August will either get along swimmingly or murder each other.

It warmed Dick's heart but he had to school his features back into his best Alfred impression he could pull off. "That doesn’t explain why you all came," he says, snuggling August further into his arms.

Bruce sighs, "I honestly don't know."

Clark elbows him then turns that very Midwestern smile on Dick. "Bruce wanted to meet August."

"And I was listening in on B's calls," Jason admits.

Dick opens his mouth but Jason supplies, sweeping his hand over to Damian and Duke, "then I kidnapped these two from school."

Damian huffs imperiously. "What Todd means is that Duke and I demanded to come with him and he obliged."

Under duress, Dick thinks but still, he smiles at them. "Ah ok, but August is a little sick so he might not be up to really talking," Dick says walking over to the living room. August isn't heavy per se but he's not keen on stressing out his muscles more than strictly necessary.

"That's fine," Damian crosses his arms. "Children that age often have nothing intelligent to say."

August chuffs in protest.

Duke laughs. "I'm not convinced you were ever that small."

Damian refuses to dignify that statement. Instead, he looks over August and raises a brow. "Richard, have you given him some medication?"

Dick tries not to be offended. "The hospital gave him some. Doc just said he needed rest," he says, flopping down beside Bruce who still looks like he's been drained of blood.

August looks so soft swaddled in the blanket. It makes Bruce's heart hurt and lets him ignore the fact that it is actually a Green Arrow blanket. Dick eagerly awaits for him to notice.

Bruce's movements are stiff and awkward as he reaches to touch August. You would think Bruce was reaching for a bomb. Brushing August's hair away from his face, Bruce can say with absolute certainty that the resemblance is undeniable. His mind floods with memories of Dick as a child and how small he'd been when he first came to the Manor. It strikes him again that Dick is an adult now and with a child and the feeling of vertigo hits him again.

August's face is crunched and annoyed. He turns away, ducking into Dick's chest.

Dick chuckles. "He's grumpy when he's tired."

"Bruce is like that too," Clark says, earning a scowl from Bruce.

Dick laughs softly and presses August into his chest tighter. "He’ll be ok by morning, well, he’ll be a lot better." Dick debates on whether to warn them about August's forwardness.

"He looks just like you," Bruce says stupidly.

A loud snort erupts from the kitchen.

"That is how genetics works, Bruce," Clark says with a voice that sounds a little amused. Bruce snaps his mouth shut before he can say anything August will remember.

Dick shrugs. "I dunno, he looks a lot like his mom to me." He brushes his knuckle against August's cheek, looking down fondly at the boy.

Bruce bristles remembering why he had so many reservations about coming here. He didn't exactly have kind words for you.

"There is a mother," Damian says incredulously, opening his palm and waving it at Jason.

Jason hands over a five begrudgingly. "Are you sure he isn't a clone or an impostor?"

"He isn't," Dick scowls then the expression immediately slides into being sheepish, "I checked."

Clark looked at him mortified.

"He's kidding," Duke assures. Bruce, Damian, and Jason look doubtful, forcing Duke and Clark to turn to Dick. Dick is not helpful when he tosses them an innocent smile. "You are kidding, right?"

"I did one test," Dick says quickly. Clark buries his face in his hands. They dissolve into a debate on which test was best suited to trying to determine whether August was evil which in turn resulted in Jason and Damian being convinced that the kid is in fact evil but evil in the way Dick is.

Stumbling out of the cab, you nearly slip on the sidewalk, clucking your tongue as you right yourself. All you want to do is chuck your heels at someone, specifically the board reviewing your thesis, but scooping August up into your arms and peppering your face with kisses sounds much more appealing.

The elevator ride is awful.

The click of your heel is as endless as the ride.

At some point, you take your heels off and stuff them in your bag. Your foot continues to tap against the metal, head falling as you press your back against the wall. A different kind of nervousness settles into your bones. You're not blind. You've noticed how Dick has been looking at you and how his jokes have become flirtier and it scares you. Biting your lip, you draw in your breath. You've thought about it. You brush your hair back and feel your stomach flip. It's all too much. Dick has always been overwhelming but the fact that he can look at you like that after what you did— Damn it, Dick.

You fish the spare key out of your coat. Dick had the audacity to give you the Nightwing design but you partnered it with a Flash keychain just to be petty. It is extremely petty but fuck it.

The door is unlocked.

Your stomach drops.

What if they're in danger?

You push the door in quietly, your breath frozen in your chest. The knot in your stomach tightens the release when you hear laughter and bickering but then the knot tightens into a choke hold when you see the people in the living room.

An itch ripples all over your skin, and the oxygen in your lungs burns up and snuffs out.

Suffocating.

That's the word. You're suffocating as the room shifts their focus from August to you. You feel the pressure bear down on you and you feel like you're going to fall through the floor and land straight down to the basement of the building.

"Hi," you choke out, repressing the urge to slam the door shut.

Bruce is giving you that cold look and the urge returns with a vengeance. The only things that keep you in the room are Dick's smile and the little whine August gives.

You answer mechanically to whatever questions they have as you stumble towards the kitchen.

You can feel Bruce bearing down on you as he walks up behind you.

"How are you?" You ask, desperately keeping your hand steady as you add another spoonful of chocolate powder. You don't dare look at Bruce even as he settles next to you.

"Good."

You sigh inwardly; wrenching your gaze from the countertop, you glance at the glass of the cabinets. "It looks like everyone's excited to meet August."

Silence.

"Dick's contending for dad of the year and I think—"

"How old is August?"

Your hands shake but you try to answer with as even a voice as possible. "5 as of 3 months ago."

The anger is palpable from Bruce and you feel yourself shrinking as it grows in intensity. You look at the space where Dick should be to calm yourself down. It works and you hate that it works.

"5 years."

4, you want so desperately to clarify. You don’t, so you and Bruce continue to stew in silence. You tilt your head to look over at Dick. Dick mouths 'help me' from across the room. You raise your thermos to him and mouth 'suffer', the corner of your lip curling sharply. Pouting, Dick mouths 'I hate you' but his eyes say something else entirely. The look that passes between the two of you is familiar. It's cast in the same shape as the puppy looks you gave each other when you were younger but something has shifted. The bedrock of that new look is something else entirely.

Bruce pauses.

He knows that look and knows it well.

Your tunnel vision widens to the tangled crowd of batbrats (plus Superman) fussing over the bundle of blankets laying next to Dick. You smile as August wraps his arms around Dick, face half-buried in his dad's stomach. You're sure it's the hot cocoa that's warm in your stomach.

Even the large wall named Clark Kent doesn’t stop you from staring so fondly at the space and Bruce is forced to concede. The turmoil in his gut, still acrid but low enough to look at this objectively. "One of us can watch over him while you two go on a date. I don't advise leaving him with Jason... or Tim... or Cass... I'll ask Alfred if he'll help me with babysitting."

Your heartbeat stops and the blood in your veins turns sluggish and cold and deeply uncomfortable. "Me and Dick..." Putting yourself in the same sentence felt wrong. "We—" This feels like an even worse substitute. "Mr.–" Bruce frowns so you walk yourself back. "Bruce, I think you misread... Dick hasn't..." Hasn't what? You shut up because you can't seem to think of a coherent sentence.

You wet your lips. This isn't hard. There's a good reason you never made a move. There isn't a move to be made. "We're just getting to know each other all over again and... and I don't know if I'm—" You stop once again, a rush of words plugged up by the heart-clogging your throat. You put your hand over your mouth. The unnamable insecurities lingering in your throat are barbed. You try to swallow them down to make room for facts. You start slow, words coming as a drip. "Dick gives as good as he gets. Maybe he gives a little too much." Your eyes fall down to your hands, looking at the lines and calluses. "I'm... Bruce, I'm not it. I'm not what he needs and I don't—" You breathe, feeling your eyes sting. You can't bear to look at Bruce because you know he of all people can see that.

A choked laugh bubbles up next to you. You're honestly not sure you can call it a laugh. It's more like a wet bark. You hazard a lookup and see Bruce politely trying to hold in laughter. You have no idea whether being offended is appropriate or if you should search for another emotion.

"You two are a match made in hell," Bruce says, finally managing to control the barking.

"Sorry?" This is not the correct reply but it was a hell of a lot better than just staring at Bruce goggle-eyed.

Bruce shakes his head, trying to school himself. "You know he still loves you, don’t you?"

You flinch.

That was not the reaction Bruce was hoping for.

Most of his amusement fades away. "I don’t think he’s ever stopped loving you…" He says, eye-sliding over to Dick who is trying his level best to fend off the chicken soup from hell that Damian made.

You let out a soft, tired laugh. You're pretty sure that it would be like Dick to keep loving someone even if they were a complete shit bag like you. "He really is stupid that way, huh?”

"Sometimes. It—he was learning and he made mistakes... Some of them my fault—I put him under pressure." Bruce rubs the back of his neck and has this look on his face that is too reminiscent of Dick and it makes your heart hurt.

You know what Bruce is thinking. He must think you're still mad at Dick. He's trying to mollify you and it stings. You push against the countertop, pivoting to face Bruce because you need to make this point crystal clear.

"Bruce. I've forgiven Dick a while ago even before bumping into him and..." You had a point but it's hard to keep it when it's so tethered to this nebulous feeling of being angry and when the feeling just slips away when Bruce gives you that earnest look. The feeling of irritation you felt suddenly feels misplaced. "Bruce," you try again. "I know he loves me and that's the problem."

Bruce gives you the most confused look in existence.

You rub your hand over your face. "That's just it. I don't know if he loves me just because of August." Instinctively, you grip your wrist. "I don't want him to love me because it's good for someone else."

Bruce frowns. "Is that what you think?"

You force yourself to breathe because the answer on your tongue is so hard to put into actual words.

What else is there, you think.

When you look up again, Bruce looks like he just aged twenty years. You wince, wanting to apologize but it's still too hard to breathe, so you save the oxygen and let him speak.

Bruce flat out refuses to believe that he is actually the emotionally intelligent one in this conversation. This is not what is happening.

"You think Dick," Bruce pauses trying to think of how to articulate this, "you think Dick is in love with you because you think he has to?"

The way your head drops is answer enough.

He will one day laugh about this.

"Dick isn't an idiot."

"He isn't," you agree, "but he leaves his heart out for people to pick at. We both know he's not good at emotional insolation and this is the kind of crap he would do."

You're not entirely wrong. Bruce rubs his temple and he distinctly remembers having a conversation with Dick about how you were bound to figure out his secret identity a long while ago. You're too sharp and too dull at once.

"Do you still love him?"

Every angle in your body sharpens, looking ready to stab Bruce if he says anything else. Your shoulders rear up and it takes so much in you not to scream at Bruce. "Of course, I do."

"Is it because of August?"

"Bruce, not falling and staying in love with Dick Fucking Grayson is so much harder than resisting gravity. And no, I don't love him because we have a kid together. I could set the world on fire for that kid but—" Your breath hitches and you feel your eyes prickle. Your vision is murky and fuck, you hope you weren't shouting.

A warm hand rests on your shoulder. You push it away half-heartedly. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't budge. You rub your eyes. "That's a dirty trick."

Bruce squeezes your shoulder. "It worked."

"Just because I feel that way doesn't mean Dick does."

Bruce huffs. "What if he does? Give it a chance."

"I'm scared," you admit, voice hoarse and fragile like breaking glass. "Bruce, I can't be good enough for him or August. I can't. I'm not."

Bruce sighs again for what seems like the hundredth time in this entire conversation. You can't blame him. You're not even paying for this therapy session. Neither of you is drunk enough for this conversation.

You make a mental note not to get buzzed in front of Bruce next time.

You're glad for Bruce's ability to just exist in a room for once. You don't need him to fill in the silence, wanting it to be as loud as it can while you try to ignore the tears that are springing up in your eyes.

You pivot away from him and this time his hand simply falls away.

"You're not a horrible person. You're better than you think you are."

You tip the thermos against your lip. "Should he really be settling for mediocre?"

"Have you tried to call yourself mediocre in front of him?"

You smile up at Bruce. "I'm really fond of not having my head bitten off, thanks."

Bruce quirks his mouth and you want to punch him because you don't know whether his similarities to Dick are intentional. It's funny how people can be so similar even when they're not related. The bitterness from your smile slips a little when you think of how Dick's habits are starting to creep into August's.

That stupid quirk of his lip for example.

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

Bruce's hand is on your shoulder again and this time, it's gentle and barely there and good lord, this man wants you to rip him an entirely new asshole.

You stagger that feeling and place a hand over Bruce's.

"You trust Dick, so trust that he knows what he feels," Bruce says, squeezing your shoulder. You squeeze back but still you're not entirely convinced. Bruce knows it'll take time and knows that there is a real possibility that you'll hurt Dick again. Not the same way as before but something.

Bruce pats your back, feeling a little awkward now that the emotions are beginning to plateau. "Were you really never planning to introduce them?"

You laugh breathlessly, scrubbing the heel of your hand against your cheek. "Listen, I have no clue what Dick has told you about my social skills but I'm the kind of person who would rather not show up to a lecture than show up late." Straightening up, you stretch and shake, trying to slough off the excess energy living under your skin. You cup your hands on the curve of your neck and look straight at the crowd again, not willing to let Bruce see the puffiness of your eyes. "I tried once... During my pregnancy, I tried to tell Dick and... that resulted in me slamming my smart phone like it was a land line." The laughter that trails the sentence is flushed and you kind of wish you hadn't said anything.

"I can't tell if you're joking."

You want the ground to swallow you. "I wish I was. I had to ask my folks to lend me money for a new one." You angle your body away a little more, knowing outright stepping away is too obvious. "It... wasn’t my proudest moment."

Bruce crosses his arms. "Which part? The new phone or not telling Dick?" The archness of the statement was unintended.

"Both?"

The nervousness is obvious in your voice. Bruce has to play at damage control before anyone notices and by anyone he means Dick. The obvious wince Clark does makes it pretty obvious that he heard some of the conversation. "You haven't told Dick about it, have you?"

"I'd rather die than give him another karaoke incident," you say, turning to him, posture a lot less braced.

Bruce and Clark's shoulders both fall with relief. "How did you run into each other?"

"Well..." Your hand is on your wrist again but your smile is wry. A fond memory then. "August and I were in the grocery store because I bought the wrong flavor of frosted flakes and Dick was kind of there looking at the gross healthy cereal." Your nose scrunches but still, your eyes are crinkled and your mouth is quirked. Bruce nods and when he turns to ask his next question, you're already piecing together your answer. "He did not vault over the shelves." This garners a soft snort from Bruce. You look up to the ceiling, your chest feeling oddly loose. "He kind of went into autopilot as soon as he saw August. I think he was trying to analyze the kid to see if he was an alien. August hated that. The kid doesn't like being stared at.” Bruce hums in contemplation. “Unlike me, he’ll bark at you to quit it,” you laugh, the volume rises a little and the sound finds its way to Dick’s ears, snapping his attention towards you.

Dick leans and gets suspicious as soon as Clark starts actively trying to block his view. He narrows his eyes at Clark who moves his shoulders in a vaguely apologetic gesture. Dick's heart drops to the floor, noticing for the first time that Bruce wasn't there.

Shit.

Dick hooks his hand underneath August's arms, pulling the kid up to rest his head on his chest. August whines and thumps at his chest weakly but in a matter of seconds, he's asleep again. Carefully, he tugs him off and hands him to a very reluctant Clark.

"Did I miss anything?" Dick asks, his hands on his hips. You and Bruce share a look. Your head drops but there is a shared laughter which is frankly concerning in Dick's opinion.

Bruce looks between the two of you and after a moment, he pushes off the island, brushing past the accusatory look Dick gives him. He makes his way to the couch to make sure Jason hasn't imparted his wisdom yet. Clark wastes no time handing August off to Bruce who is frankly terrified the moment the sick five-year-old's body feels too light in his arms. Duke gently reminds him that August is a normal-sized child and Bruce is a mammoth of a man.

"You ok?" Dick asks, settling next to you, rocking on his heel unsure of how much space you needed.

You answer by leaning into his space, letting out a shaky breath. "Bruce does not get any less terrifying does he," you say, running a hand over your face.

Dick chuckles. "I'm gonna level with you I'm not a good judge of that," he says, testing his luck with how much space he can take up. You don't pull away and his heart flutters.

You laugh softly. "Because he's protective of you. Imagine being on the other end of that."

Dick blinks, looking adorably confused. "He gave you the talk?"

"No... sort of... He gave me a talk and it gave me a lot to think about."

Dick's organs pool beneath his feet and he turns to you. "Whatever Bruce said—"

"I want to make it work."

Dick falls silent. The pages of prepared responses collapse into a heap. The pieces are all indiscernible and Dick highly doubts that he can form a response from the rubble left behind.

You turn to face him fully, fists clenching and unclenching. "Not just co-parenting but ... us. I want to... what I mean to say is..." Your eyes snap shut and you take a breath to keep the oncoming panic attack from flooding in.

He takes your hand in his and cups your face with his other hand. Dick feels overwhelmed and thrown off balance but it's not unpleasant. It's the feeling you get after releasing your fist after clenching it too hard. His chest fills with more hope than he's allowed himself over the last few months. "We should go out sometime?" He tries, stroking your cheek.

Your eyes flutter open, letting yourself see his eyes. "Ah, yeah. That would be nice." You kick yourself for such a smooth reply while Dick kicks himself for such a debonair way of asking you out. This all occurs while the crowd on the couch watches on.

"They're so dumb," August wheezes quietly into Bruce's chest.

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