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islandofsages · 4 months

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Hey ! I wanted to request a Ignihyde!Male!Reader that look like a little like Grim ? Like, they have the same ears and tail, the same fire (even if the reader controls his fire better than Grim) and people think they are from the same family/are connect ?

Just Grim and Reader looking at each other and asking to themselves if they have just meet their secret brother, and Ace, Deuce, Ortho, Idia and parental figure!Trein being confused to their friend (Grim for Adeuce, Reader for Ortho and Idia) having (a possible) brother.

(Ignore it if you don't want to write it)

Have a good day.

characters: ace, deuce, the shroud brothers and trein x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, fluff, imagines + scenario format; implication of yuu, mention of azul

warnings: nothing

author's notes: sorry this took a while! and that i strayed a bit again help. hope you like this <3

You’re one of the only beastmen in Ignihyde - and you’re okay with that. It gets a little lonely at times but that’s nothing new for an Ignihyde student. People mind their own business, you mind yours. And the only friends you have, in this case the Shroud brothers, basically forget that you’re different from the others. Days are hardly interesting, despite the college’s many atrocities - or maybe because, and now you’re desensitized.

Until one day, you spot a creature, all feline-like and sitting on someone’s shoulder. Okay, not the weirdest thing you’ve seen at NRC so far, so you’re about to shrug it off. Then you see it; a tail and a pair of ears that are eerily similar to your own. What’s next, it can manipulate fire as freely as you do?

“Hey guys, I’ve got a new trick up my sleeve. Watch this!”

One thing you didn’t expect for it to have something in common with you is that it can talk. Though maybe you should be less surprised, considering even the paintings on the walls can talk in this place. But still. You forget that you should be expecting something from the words it just spouted and are caught off guard when it starts spewing fire next. This creature is way too talented at throwing out stuff from its mouth, you think as you jump out of the way just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp.

“Grim, you can’t just spit fire whenever you want to! We’ve been over this!”

A redheaded student in front of you starts to scold the creature whose name is Grim apparently. He looks familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it-

“You’re just jealous, Ace.”

Oh, you feel like Idia’s talked about this Ace person before. He described him as “crafty” and seemed to think of him as some sneaky extrovert but you’ve learnt to not put much faith in Idia’s descriptions of other people. No offense to your friend but at least he’s somewhat self-aware of how anxious he gets around others.

“I definitely am not??? This is the same thing that almost got us expelled, you know!”

You feel like you may also have heard of a group of first years almost getting expelled until they somehow got their hands on a magestone the headmage told them to get, as if you can just swing by a store and buy one. You know how hopeless Headmage Crowley and dumping a lot of work on a bunch of freshmen is in character but you can't help but feel disappointed anyway.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree. You really have to learn how to keep your pride in check…”

Another student, blue-haired and you assume is Ace’s friend, chimes in on the scolding. The student whose shoulder Grim has made himself at home only shook their head, most likely accustomed to his behavior. You watch them bicker as you ruminate on the resemblance of that strange creature to you.

After a few minutes of thinking (and walking so that you don't lose them), you decide that the fact that you were almost a victim of Grim’s flames is strong enough of an excuse to allow you to approach the friend group.

“Hey. You four.”

They turn around to notice you finally (though you can hardly blame them – save for Idia and his glow-in-the-dark-esque hair, Ignihyde students are not noticed as much). It takes them a second to realize that you're no ordinary student. When they do, their jaws fall open, letting out a wild “Huh?!”.

Grim himself jumps off the quiet student's shoulder and stands on his two feet. The day is getting crazier and crazier the longer you entertain this coincidence. He then points at you and begins his bullshit-spewing again.

“W-Who are you?! And why do you look like me?!”

You should be asking the same questions right now but the lack of answers for them makes any word on the tip of your tongue die before they can escape. Plus, the way he's saying his words sound more accusatory than you’d like to admit.

“Don’t look at me! I'm just like this!”

Grim doesn't seem satisfied by your answer and honestly, you can't blame him. You both are quite confused by what's happening at the moment. You two resort to unconsciously recreating the two-Spidermen-pointing-at-each-other meme. The other three students also seem to be at a loss from what they're witnessing.

Ace Trappola

He would laugh at Grim and point out how he's not special anymore but he's too stunned to even say anything (at least for now)

He looks you up and down again then pinches himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating

He feels like he should be less surprised and that the uncanny resemblance could just be passed off as a coincidence but he has to admit, seeing you two as not brothers may prove to be a little difficult for him

He gets used to you two over time and stops questioning it altogether. Sometimes he even forgets

At times, he’d poke fun at Grim and say how you two are way too different personality-wise to even be correlated in some way

But deep down, he’s happy for Grim he found someone similar to him

He won’t say that aloud obviously.

Deuce Spade

His eyes dart from you to Grim then you again. This goes on for a minute

He almost asks you if you can also breathe fire so recklessly

He ends up interrogating you, like a parent doing a background check on the friend you just brought home

Sooner or later, he concludes that you two are “bros”, despite not having the same feline characteristics

He’s glad Grim found his long-lost brother (he gets a smack from Grim for this)

He would notice how Grim’s smiles oftentimes are wider when you’re around, probably feeling some kind of kinship with you

And he gets that - since you all are “bros” now, he’s more than willing to have your backs now

After sorting things out with the freshmen, you return to your cave like the nerd that you are, feeling more exhausted than usual. To your surprise, you also return to two nerds being in said cave. A Shroud brothers ambush is not something that happens too often.

“Hey (Y/N). We decided that your place needs trashing. Also Ortho wants to try out this new game he found but it needs at least three players.”

Sounds about right. The geeks are geeking out as usual, just at your place this time. But you need them to hear about how crazy today was. You open your mouth to say something-

“I tried to convince him to get Azul but you know how stubborn my brother is.”

Ortho cuts you off and you force a nervous chuckle as a response. You agree but you should really get this off your chest-

“Hm? Did you guys hear something~?”

Idia teases and it brings a genuine laugh out of you and Ortho. Then you take a deep breath and release it. Third time’s the charm, right? You try again.

“Listen, you two. You wouldn’t believe what happened today.”

They perk right up at the promise of gossip (specifically, gossip related to you). You jump a bit from the excitement, finally glad you got their attention. Your hands start to gesture while you tell today’s story.

“I found this… cat. His name is Grim? He has the exact same ears and tail that I do! And he can breathe fire too! Except he does it with no regards to his surroundings whatsoever. That’s kinda concerning.”

Idia Shroud

“You saw wittle Gwimmy??? Man, I’m so jealous… I’ve been in need of some cat therapy for a while now…”

By the sound of it, he already knows who he is. You gasp dramatically at this, feeling betrayed at the fact he never told you about him

He tells you to chill and simply excuse that he didn’t think it was that important or anything

Of course, at first he was shocked but then he pondered about the coincidence - concluded that weirder things have happened and can happen

You’re unamused by this but it is very Idia. You suppose if you have a curse where it burns blot in your body nothing can really be seen as weird

Still, he entertains the possibility of you having a non-human distant cousin

If he isn’t already so nerdy, it feels like he’s growing a second brain trying to theorize what your relation to Grim is…

Ortho Shroud

Also already knows who he is. This truly is a Shroud brothers ambush… of betrayal at that

Theatrics aside, you try to pry him for further information and maybe explain how you and Grim may be related

“Sorry (Y/N), I’d love to help but Grim has been avoiding both of us for a while now. Whether that’s intentional or not, I’m not sure, but I sure wish I was with you when you ran into him. I’m sure I could’ve gotten some valuable information from him!”

You have your doubts about that.

While you keep things to yourself, Ortho provides you with Grim’s surface level information - which is basically nothing

So you two vow to get closer to Grim; even with the ulterior motive, it doesn’t hurt to have more friends Idia would beg to differ

Grim-like traits aside, it’ll be eye-opening to him to see if you two are similar in any regard at all - whether it be from your healing presence to your dazzling smile.

The next morning, you walk to your first class of the day: History of Magic. A fairly interesting class regardless of your stance on the subject. Professor Trein goes on and on about something, you write things down in your notebook. Your eyes are on Lucius for half of the class too. Your mind is still stuck on the events of yesterday. You feel like you’d be reminded of Grim any time you lay your eyes on anything feline - including yourself.

At last, class is dismissed. As much as you enjoy the class and genuinely like Professor Trein, you can’t help but feel that classes are dragged out way too much in this college. You pack up your things and you leave around the same time the professor does. So when Grim comes running and tackles you to the hallway floor, he’s there to witness it all.

“Hey twin! Wanna have lunch with us later? You’ll be seating with us cool kids!”

As you try to regain your composure over being literally knocked over and the fact that Grim has already warmed up to you, Professor Trein attempts to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

Mozus Trein

Yes, of course he needs to scold Grim over misbehaving for the umpteenth time that week, but he’s also in awe of how… similar you and Grim look.

If he’s seen either of you before, whether in vicinity of each other or not, he’s never noticed blame it on the old grandpa eyes

People (and creatures now too, accounting for Grim’s being here) of your traits and abilities are far and few between

As much as he’d like to inquire you two on your ancestries (and their possible connection), he does respect your privacy

He always liked having you in his class but now, he finds himself looking out for you more often, a way to put his energy from his curiosity about you into something else

He’d ask you about your day and jokingly ask how your relationship with your long-lost brother is doing as if he’s not acting like a dad himself

Needless to say, he’s definitely your favorite teacher now.

You accept Grim’s offer for whatever reason and have lunch with the “cool kids”. You feel a little out of place at first, hanging out with people who aren’t the Shrouds, but then you start having lunch with them every other day. Then you start visiting Ramshackle Dorm where Grim is staying and spend time with the others there. At some point, you brought the Shrouds along and they would bring their games.

Suddenly, you know a lot of people. You think to yourself how crazy friendships start. You go from not knowing their name to knowing what they named their pet rock when they were a child. And in Grim’s case, you went from pointing at each other confusingly to pointing at each other for stealing each other’s food.

For the record, he definitely stole your pudding first.

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myojinn-boo · 14 days

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Kewpie Mayo - Toge Inumaki

Kewpie Mayo ... Oneshot fanfic Inumaki Toge (JJK) x reader Tags: fluffy fluff, friends to lovers, JJK au Summary: Toge has so much he wants to say, but his sushi ingredients can only do so much. So you help him expand his vocabulary. a/n: My first ever fic! Got this little idea with Toge and I wanted to flesh it out. Feedback would be appreciated <3

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ You were incredibly optimistic before entering Jujutsu Tech. You envisioned yourself going out on daring missions, doing crazy things with your fellow sorcerer friends, learning powerful moves, and so on. You romanticized the hell out of it even before you sat in your first lecture. But reality often disappoints. The missions were dangerous, sure, but you were naive to think they would send you out to fight a special grade like it would be a walk in the park for you. And sure, you go out with the other first years, but you never felt like you fit in. Yuji and Nobara had this chaotic dynamic going on and you could never seem to keep up with. Megumi... well... he just makes you feel like you're a bother, so you'd rather not hang out with him one-on-one. But, at the very least, there was this second year student at Jujutsu Tech that you got along with quite well.

You thought it was weird at first—how he couldn't speak like the rest of you. Maki explained it all to you when you decided to hang out with the second years while they trained together. She told you how he was from a well-known clan with a signature cursed technique. And as you watched him spar with the talking panda (which you also thought was weird), one thing plagued your mind. It must be tough not being able to express yourself normally. You don't know if it was just a natural thing or if you actually felt pity for the guy, but you went up to him. A part of you was also hoping that maybe you'd find 'that' friend in him—the one that isn't too overwhelming and the one that doesn't make you feel like a pain in the ass. "Toge?" You called out to him from behind as he drank from his water bottle. It was a hot day and his sparring session with Panda was intense. You could see the sweat trickle down his temples when he turned to look at you. "Kelp?" So it was true that he speaks in sushi ingredients. You didn't think Maki would make such a strange and elaborate lie about it anyway. You introduced yourself to him with the pretense of wanting to get to know your seniors better.

On that same day, you learned all of the sushi ingredients he used in his daily conversations. And the more you spent your time with him, you could even distinguish the nuances in his tone—the rise and fall of his pitch, how he stresses certain letters, and so on. Sometimes, all you had to do was look at his facial expression and you'd know what he was trying to tell you. Of course, a few days after you introduced yourself to him, you managed to snag his number. Anyone who asked for Toge's number never seemed suspicious at all. No one thinks that asking for his number had any romantic context. Everyone just asked for it so they could talk to him without deciphering his ridiculous language. But once you got that number, oh boy. You two never went a day without talking. When he could freely express himself without the restrictions of his cursed technique, your view of him slowly changed. You realized he had a sense of humor. Truthfully, it was as braindead as it could get, but you couldn't deny laughing at 2 AM at his antics. Toge was a bit of a crackhead as well. He'd say the most out of pocket things as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You picked up on this habit too, and part of him feels proud that he was the one who corrupted you like that. Then one night, after sending your 'good nights' to each other, you had this thought. It was a relentless thought that refused to get out of your head. You wanted to hear Toge speak all the words he'd tell you through your phone screen. But you knew it was impossible. You've heard his voice briefly whenever he'd activate his cursed technique... and you've also heard how he'd violently cough out blood after using a particularly powerful move. Then he'd say that it was no big deal—through text, of course. You only put yourself to sleep when you convinced your stupid brain that forcing Toge to speak and hurt himself wasn't worth it. You hated to see him hurt. After that thought, a whole bunch of other things swarmed your brain—and they were all about your white-haired purple-eyed friend. You were falling for him and you were falling hard. In fact, those same thoughts were running through your head right now and— "Tuna mayo." Right, you were sitting beside him right now—cooling off after training. You have no business to be thinking about such things right now, especially since he's just a couple of inches away. You've also gotten into a habit of just texting each other even though you're face-to-face. He started typing on his phone while your gaze was still on him. Your phone dinged a specific tone. Actually, you had set a special tone for Toge's texts. He didn't let you hear the end of it once he figured it out. He made sure to let everyone know that you liked him. He was right. You liked him very much. But you'd never admit that. You kept the tone the same despite his teasing just so he wouldn't get the satisfaction of watching you get flustered. But deep down, you were dying. You whipped your phone out and saw that he had texted. Toge: Spacing out? Did Panda knock your head a little too hard? You're drooling a bit actually. You: No. I was just thinking. ALSO, my mouth is very dry thank you very much.

Toge: Oh fr? Lemme see how dry it is. Imma check with my mouth too ofc 🫦🥵 You felt all the butterflies on earth suddenly flutter in your stomach. This wasn't new. As your friendship went on—it wasn't unusual for him to pull something silly like this. He thinks it's all fun and games, but his words had you thinking otherwise. But again, you'll never admit you like him. You: Sometimes I'm glad you can only speak sushi ingredients. You stare at the chat bubbles appearing and disappearing on the screen. Then it disappears for quite a while which prompts you to look up at him. There was a slight frown. You'd let off pretty hurtful jabs at each other before, but maybe this one just hit a chord. "Hey... you know I didn't mean that, right?" Your expression softened as you studied his features. "I mean, honestly, I always wished you could speak normally... I love talking to you." You immediately shut yourself up. It's okay. It's okay. You just said that in a friendly way, you thought. It doesn't necessarily mean you LOVED him. You could never say that to him. "Salmon roe?" His face perked up at your admission. You nodded at him. "At some point I even thought about telling you to just make a language with me, you know? I mean, you'd still be speaking in ingredients, but at least you get more out of it." He listens intently before tapping away at his phone again. Toge: That's actually a wonderful idea coming from a dumbo like you. You chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder at the nickname he used for you. He laughed softly back at you and you couldn't help but smile at this little moment you had going on. God, you loved him, but you couldn't tell him that. "Hmm, so what's our word for today? There are still so many sushi ingredients out there that are still unused." Toge nodded enthusiastically. He sent messages as you spoke to him in real time. Toge: Sooo... what's your favorite sushi ingredient? "Rice," you replied without a second thought which earned a sigh from Toge. He sounded disappointed almost.

Toge: That's so basic.

Toge: Putting rice as 'basic bitch' in Toge's dicktionary. You furrowed your brows at him. "And when would this word be useful to you? I don't see you using it frequently." And by true Toge fashion, he flashes that shit-eating grin at you. "Rice." It felt weird hearing him say a different ingredient. Despite what the word meant to the both of you—you just smiled at him. "Okay, then what isn't a basic choice?" Toge: Just think outside of the box for once. You looked off into the distance, thinking hard. Then you got an idea. "Remember the sushi I made you last week? The ones with Kewpie mayo swirls on it?" Toge's face seemed to soften for a moment once you brought that up. He was down in the dumps last week after a losing streak on Fortnite. You thought it was stupid to get all gloomy over a game with flying buses and shit. But you tried your best to cheer him up. So you made him the only thing you knew how to make—sushi, as ironic as it is. You made this batch of sushi with extra love and care. Of course, your signature mayo swirls were on it too. You delivered it to his room and watched him chow down like a caveman. It warmed your heart seeing him enjoy something you made. You craved this feeling. But you'd never voice it out. "How about we add Kewpie to your vocabulary then? Or is it too basic for your taste, sir?" Toge chuckles softly again and then he goes silent. He looks down at his lap with the smallest smile on his face. "Hey, what's wrong with yo—" "Kewpie." You were taken aback. He was acting strange all of a sudden. "So, what does 'Kewpie' mean then?" Toge looked down at his phone and you stared at yours as well. The chat bubbles appeared, disappeared, appeared, disappeared for a long time... and so on. You were getting nervous.

Then, finally, the message arrived. Toge: I love you. Your eyes widened. You had to read it three—no, ten times to actually believe that those were the 8 letters showing up on your screen. And while you were stuck in your little bubble of shock, he sent another message. Toge: I know, I know, pretty cool way to rizz you up huh? He was so fricking silly, even now. How funny is it that the man who literally couldn't utter normal words would be the first to say this. You were perfectly fine saying anything that you wanted, yet you refused to. You refused to tell him you loved him... but maybe now wouldn't be so bad. "I Kewpie you too," you say before bursting out into a wide grin. Toge couldn't help but laugh a bit. He found your happiness way too endearing. So endearing, in fact, that his lips made its way to yours. He gave you a short and sweet peck. You were in absolute awe, but that didn't stop you from leaning in and giving him a quick kiss of your own. Your antics made the both of you laugh. Your racing thoughts about him were finally quelled. In the end, all you needed was to just tell him—tell him that you loved him so much it hurt. You would've, But Toge is Toge... Toge: By the way, 'I Kewpie you too' is grammatically wrong, loser. But it's okay. You're my loser <3 . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ end

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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HITS DIFFERENT ('CAUSE IT'S YOU)

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [7.6K]

warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, exes to lovers, cursing (plenty), angsty, mentions of alcohol and reader throwing up, reader and steve arguing (just a bit), angst mixed in with humor (my personal fave), reader crying (she does a lot), mis communication, uses of a home phone and answering machine, stupid idiots confessing their love <3

summary: you never would have thought that steve harrington could ever break your heart...after all, he was all that you wanted. however, after a sudden breakup you find yourself struggling to move on from him. moving on was always easy for you to do, but you just don't understand why you can't get over steve. after a night out with nancy and robin you question if love really is a thing or if it's just a complete lie.

Two weeks.

Fourteen days.

The most grueling three hundred and sixty-six hours of your life, and here you were sat at the bar with your best friends on either side of you. The two of them buying you drinks and talking shit about your ex-boyfriend to try to make you feel a little better.

But in all fairness, it’s the best you felt in those two weeks, so you’d take a night full of shots and half-drunk euphoria over one full of tears and sadness in bed.

“Another round?” The bartender glided over with a smile on his unshaven face as he compiled the shot glasses on a plate.

You swung your head, cringing as you bit down on the lime slice to chase the vodka burning your throat. The three of you were on a roll, drinking ever since you entered the club without a care for stopping.

Nancy hiccuped in, looking between you and Robin, knowing you should cool it on the drinking, “M-maybe some water?” she requested as the two of you nodded in agreement.

He laughed freely at all three of you girls’ halt on shots. “Coming right up,” he spun around, grabbing a few waters and clean glasses.

Robin turned her eyes towards you, her fist lazily reinforcing her head as she could feel the alcohol slowing hitting her, “Are ya having fun?”

“Hmmm…” You pretended to think for a moment before putting on your best smile, “’course I am, you know I always have fun with you two.”

Robin and Nancy shot a concerning look at each other while you were distracted by the water pushed towards you, downing the glass.

They knew things weren’t easy for you, at least right now. They had spent the last few days trying to convince you to go out and try to have fun in hopes of helping you get over the untimely breakup. After spending the first week locked up in your apartment, wallowing, they had tried to get you to come out and get some much needed girl’s time.

And for a minute they thought that they had cracked you, getting you to tag along at the beach, but unfortunately the experience just made you feel worse about yourself. Seeing too many happy couples splashing in the water or writing each other’s initials in the sand around a big heart—you were totally broken hearted.

Nancy and Robin had to practically drag you back to your apartment, a sobbing mess. What they didn’t know was that the last date that you and Steve went on was to that exact beach. Memories of you and him running barefoot across the sand and splashing each other with the salty ocean water.

Thankfully, you had gotten your shit together, or at least tried to for tonight. You were grateful to have friends who were so committed to making sure you were ok in times like these. But they could also see through the facade. You hadn’t mentioned his name all night. The first in the last couple of days where all you could think and talk about was him.

“I know, but you can also talk to us about anything you’re feeling,” Nancy started, her hands coming up to warmly caress your shoulder, “We’re always gonna be here for you.”

You inhaled, eyes glittering with a sheen of salty liquid and a genuine smile creeping onto your face as you threw your arms around her neck and pulled her into a hug. You could hear the muffled laughter of Robin’s voice behind you through the music, feeling her wrap her arms around the two of you and join in on the hug.

“I love you guys.” You murmured, feeling their smile and giggle on your skin, reciting it back to you before they stretched away.

Again, the bartender stood behind the bar, arms crisscrossed over his rib cage as he rose his brows towards you, “So what did he do? Cheat or ghost you?”

Your eyes squinted at him, evidently taken aback by his intrusion as you set your glass down, “W-what?”

He snickered inwardly, leaning closer to the bar, nearly face to face with you before you scooched back, “No group of girls just comes to a club on a Friday night crying for no reason, y’know?”

The bartender tried to be silly, laughing at himself and towards you and your friends like you’d even give him a giggle. Instead, you wanted to reach over the table and give him a piece of your mind. That yeah, maybe you were here sitting at a bar crying over Steve Harrington, but Steve would never cheat or ghost you.

Never.

But before you could even begin explaining that to him, Nancy cut in. Both of her palms resting on the surface as she pushed herself forward, face to face with the man, staring him down and watching him cower.

“Look it’s none of your business. We’re here to have a good time, not to explain ourselves to an eavesdropper.” Her voice spiked with firmness, standing her ground while the bartender smirked, holding his hands up in defense, and backed away.

You felt a squeeze on your shoulder coming from Robin who gave you an encouraging smile, but you could tell that beneath that she was worried for you. Most times you wouldn’t hesitate to put someone like him in his place for being so invasive, but these days it just felt like you didn’t have the energy for anything, let alone picking fights with strangers.

Nancy settled back comfortably into her chair and you mouthed a “thank you” towards her, and all she did was shake her head and give you those comforting eyes that let you know that she would’ve done it either way for you.

You didn’t want to feel like you needed to defend yourself, but part of you wished that you didn’t have to be here in the first place. That if Steve didn’t break your heart, you’d just be with him and the rest of your friends back at your apartment watching a shit-load of movies until you fell asleep.

But instead you were here, moping and trying to numb away your pain with drinks, like a goddamn rom-com. Except your prince charming wasn’t going to waltz in any minute and beg for your forgiveness.

You wished you could’ve just spent your night forgetting this interaction with that stupid bartender even happened, but as swiftly as the privacy came, it died once again with him invading your personal bubble.

A tray of freshly poured shots slid its way towards you, along with the cough of the man who gained your attention. “The shots are on the house and it’s my bad…I didn’t mean to make you girls angry.”

You took a deep breath, shoulders dropping heavily, only reaching for a glass and toasting it up to him, “It’s whatever…no hard feelings, dude.”

With that you chugged the alcohol, not bothering to even chase it with lime or salt, like you had been doing all night. Nancy and Robin did the same, mumbling a “thank you” to the man and taking their own shot.

He should’ve left it at that, but of course just like any other man, they always had to go and ruin it.

“Buuut…” his tone condescending with just that one word alone, “love is a complete and utter lie anyway so try not to think so hard about it.”

His lips twisted up in a smirk as if he had just played you, but you were really just not having any of it anymore. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol beginning to really kick in and give you an edge or if you were really just ticked off, but you didn’t think twice before reaching for Nancy’s half-full cup of water and chucking the rest of it at the man.

“You’re such an asshole!” You slurred noisily followed by the gasps of the other bystanders who watched it unfold.

“Oh, my god!” Robin shrieked, clamping a hand over her mouth as she watched the man completely lose his shit over some water.

It all happened so fast, and you really were about to go across the bar and throw every single drink at this man just so you could release all this pent up sadness and frustration, but something stopped you. That familiar tune beginning to play over the speakers. That song that was Steve’s favorite blaring in your ears and it just made you want to cry.

You never would have thought you’d ever throw a drink into any person’s face. Never ever. Sure, you’d fantasize about it, and wish you could to ever rude person you met.

But you never did…not until tonight.

You don’t know what overcame you, but it all just felt so wrong.

Nancy quickly helped you up out of the barstool, while Robin exhanged a few curse words and thrown middle fingers at the man before following you two outside of the club before you would have been escorted out by security.

You couldn’t control the sobs that were leaving your mouth and tears slipping down your cheeks. This isn’t what you wanted at all, and this wasn’t how the night was supposed to play out.

You had it all planned out in your head.

You three would just spend the night drinking your worries away and dancing to overplayed club music until your feet hurt and you would have to hail a cab barefoot down the street.

But of course, nothing was ever how it was supposed to be.

“Here, let’s sit,” Nancy suggested, wandering a few blocks away from the place and helping you sit down on the curb.

“Oh honey,” Robin murmured, coming to the other side of you and wrapping her arms across your shoulders, “Don’t listen to that prick. He has no idea what he’s talking about!”

Nancy ran her palms up and down your arms, trying to warm you up from the chilly night air, “Mhm! He’s probably just angry because he’s never been in love before.”

With your breath uneasy, you lifted your face from your hands, revealing the mascara smeared cheeks where the salty tears continued to pour.

“Love isn’t a lie! It can’t be…”

You looked at them in disbelief like this breakup was so catastrophic…because it was and it was painting you blue. The kind of messy and discolored shades of every blue fusing together and turning your soul into grey goop.

You were a mess.

Nance gulped, not really sure of what to say because your emotions had never got this bad. Back in the first week of the breakup, she and Robin would hold you while you cried and told them how lonely you were, but this was something different.

“A—and no one is saying it’s a lie! Love isn’t a lie, hun.” She told you, stroking your hair back from where it was sticking to your wet cheeks.

You couldn’t help collapsing into Nancy’s lap, hiding your face and hands on top of her where you wept violently. She felt the strings tugging on her heart, watching you break down, rubbing circles on your back to try to get you to calm down.

Her eyes narrowing towards Robin and mouthing, “say something to make her feel better!”

Robin wasn’t so good with these emotions, either. Smacking her hand on top of her forehead and opening her mouth to try to form words, but she struggled a bit, but not before Nancy smacked her leg lightly, begging her to say something quick.

“Y-you know…ummm love isn’t a complete lie…it’s just that ummm, you know sometimes things just don’t work out, but when you meet someone and it feels right, you just know…you know that it’s love.”

You rocked your head in your hands, your heart being pulled in a million different directions, yet still falling apart because you knew that you only ever had that feeling with Steve. He was the person who felt right. And you feared that it was always going to be him.

Nancy and Robin continued rubbing reassuring circles on your back, and you even felt the warmth of a Robin’s jacket being draped across body. There was no good reason as to why your two best friends should be doing this right now. And you probably wouldn’t have blamed them if they had just left you here to fend for yourself because you were a total mess and you really felt like your sadness was contagious—infecting them and ruining their night.

They had their own significant others, Jonathan and Vicky, who probably would have given them a better night than tonight. At least, they had people coming home to them, probably thinking about what they were up to, maybe something fun and looking forward to receiving one of those drunk calls asking them to come and pick them up. But no, they were here, already sobered up and comforting their heartbroken wreck of a friend.

“B-but what if it’s really a lie?” You hiccuped quietly, withdrawing your head from Nancy’s lap, and struggling to swipe away at the never ending puddle of tears.

Robin adjusted her jacket over your shoulders, hugging you firmly and Nance doing the same on the opposite side.

“Don’t think like that, babe…you know you’re a total romantic.” Robin replied

You sniffled, glancing over at her with a crushed presence, “I don’t know a-anymore, maybe love just isn’t meant for me,”

“No, no, no, don’t say that.” Nancy scolds gently, moving to hold on to your hand where you take a shaky breath and look up at the sky.

You wished that there was a shooting star, just so you could make a wish and rewind time. You were so pathetically drunk yet sober off your ass and feelings right now.

“It’s true! Maybe Steve will find a new girlfriend who will give him the world and take my place and love him the way that I—”

You swallowed thickly, not even wanting to finish that sentence because it made you so sick. Your senses were just filled with all things Steve and even when you closed your eyes to try to forget about it, all you could visualize was Steve laughing and kissing another girl who wasn’t you.

It was your deepest fears coming true in the bounds of your imagination, yet maybe it was true. Maybe Steve already found someone else who was better than you, the girl who you could never be. Maybe he was already moved on, meanwhile you were letting him make a mess and a fool out of you.

It made you sick.

The lump in your larynx rose despite your attempts to swallow it, and out of nowhere your hands forced outwards, shoving Robin and Nancy away, while you jerked forward and threw up on the street.

“Oh, Jesus.” Nancy sighed, hastily rising up and backing away to give you a minute.

Meanwhile, Robin clenched one hand over her mouth, while the other gathered your hair and held it back for you.

“Yup, just let it all out.” She mumbled, grimacing as you continued to do so.

Nance searched around, catching a payphone a short walk away, “I’m gonna call her a ride and try to find her some water.”

“Be quick, please.” Robin hailed out before she jogged off to the payphone.

She really didn’t know who to call, and for a second she contemplated Steve, but after everything that had happened tonight, she didn’t want to put you in a situation that you quite literally weren’t ready for.

Jonathan would have been an option, but she knew her boyfriend and at this hour he was probably dead asleep and would not wake up.

Then there was Vicky, which would have been a great option, however she still didn’t have her license and the last thing they needed was for her to get pulled over for not having one.

So she dialed the numbers, hoping that the person would be up and willing to come into town to pick you up.

“C’mon, c’mon, please, pick up.” She tapped her foot impatiently and the phone continued to ring, for a moment she was about to lose all her hope and hang up.

But thankfully, he picked up, “Munson residence, what can I do for you at this hour?”

Nance could practically feel the smirk on his face once he answer, “Eddie, you need to get your ass down here before she quiet literally drops down drunk on the side of the road.”

There was a heavy sigh before she heard some shuffling in the background, “I’ll be right there.”

How Nancy got a bottle of water from the same bartender that you threw a glass of water at was kinda funny, but nevertheless you were thankful. You were half drunk, drowsy, propping your head on Robin’s shoulder while Nance occasionally prompted you to drink some more water, trying to get you to sober up quickly. But what you really needed was an aspirin and your bed.

Thankfully, after what felt like the longest twenty minutes of your life, you could hear the sighs of reliefs coming from Robin and Nancy as they followed the white van coming closer down the street.

“C’mon, hun, time to get up,” Robin declared, wrapping one of your arms across her shoulder and Nancy did the same, trying to get you up on your feet without you flopping down.

“What the fuck!” Eddie hollered out the passenger window, hitting the brakes and placing the van in park before getting out.

You heard him, more than saw him, due to the fact that you were still buzzed, but could barely raise your head to meet his eyes. Instead, just seeing a distorted view of his converse that he always wore.

“Now’s not the time for a tangent, Edward—fuck!” Nancy winced, struggling to keep you up.

“Jesus Christ, just give her to me,” Eddie sputtered, drawing your full weight and essentially lugging you to the passenger side of the van where Robin opened the door wide.

He turned to the two girls, looking at them seriously, “Before she goes in, did she already throw up?”

Nancy nodded, pointing to the side of the road where your barf still stayed in a pile that made everyone want to gag, “Like everything in her system.”

“Okay, I’ll get her home safe and make sure she calls you before she heads to bed,” He told them and they nodded, watching Eddie gingerly place you in the passenger seat and buckle you in.

“Feel better, babe, we’ll talk to you in a bit.” Nancy exhaled, giving your thigh a pat while Robin opted for a kiss on the forehead before shutting your door quietly.

You could only barely hear the conversation that the two girls and Eddie were having outside. Their voices a subdued murmur, not wanting to disturb your journey to sleep, but also not wanting you to hear them explain the situation that had happened that lead up to this. But you really paid them no mind, just resting your head back against the cushion and listening to the low music that played.

It was only a few more minutes before Eddie finally got into the driver’s seat, glancing over at you. “Ready to go?”

“Hmmm.” You uttered, keeping your eyes tight and feeling the van begin to move.

You weren’t really sure where things stood between you and Eddie, considering the fact that he was closer to Steve and even let him crash at his trailer after you two had broken up and you kept the apartment. You weren’t even sure if Eddie liked you all that much. After all this time dating Steve, he was one of the friends that was hard to read.

Sometimes he’d be super friendly and other times he’d be a little closed off. It just depended on the day, but you had a feeling that you were the last person that Eddie wanted to see tonight.

“I’m sorry for making you drive all the way down here for me…I-I should’ve just told them to call me a cab—”

He grunted, swaying his head and peeping over at you shortly, “And what if that cab driver was a creep? Just—just consider it a favor and let it be done.”

“D-do you hate me or something?” You opened your eyes, looking at him blankly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you dated my best friend since like forever…I can’t hate you.” He chuckled to himself, but still you didn’t seem convinced.

“But we’re broken up now, so technically you can hate me.” You responded, pushing yourself to sit up rather than slouch.

He looked over at you, perhaps thinking you were about to yack again, but you just looked at him, waiting for a response.

“Look,” He sighed heavily, “You made Steve really happy, the happiest I’ve ever fuckin’ seen him in our whole friendship. There isn’t a goddamn reason for me to hate you for doing that. If anything, I owe you because him being that happy made him a better friend, alright. So stop thinking that I hate you, because I don’t.”

You were a little shocked to be honest, because Eddie never really got deep when it came to you. So maybe Eddie really didn’t hate you. That at least made you feel a little better.

When you didn’t respond, Eddie spoke again, hoping that you would at least say something for the rest of the drive.

“You know, Steve isn’t doing so well, either. He’s still crashing at my place and when I got the call from Nance tonight, I contemplated telling him it was about you, but…I don’t think right now either of you are ready to talk at three in the morning.” He snickered, smiling a bit when he saw you scorn jokingly and brush back your hair.

“And so, what did you tell him?” You marveled out loud, turning your eyes to the road, “That you had to deliver some weed?”

“Maybe, something like that.” He shrugged feeling so predicable.

Eddie honestly didn’t know what to make of this whole situation. A part of him feeling a little bad for not telling his best friend that his ex-girlfriend was totally wasted and needed a way home. But he also understood that you were really vulnerable right now and to tell Steve would blow the whole situation out of proportion and probably would’ve made everything between the two of you even worse.

If there was any hope for reconsolidation, it would be best for the two of you two meet when you weren’t wasted and the other worried out of their mind about your wellbeing.

The drive to your apartment wasn’t long or as awkward as you thought it was going to be. It was actually quite comfortable. Eddie made jokes every once in a while when you got too quiet, wondering if you were about to throw up and that he would never forgive you if you threw up in his van.

“Home sweet home.” Eddie announced, guiding you into your place and shutting the door behind you.

You flickered the lights on, cursing at the sudden brightness that only made your head hurt even more than it already was. Eddie looked around that the space and a lot of the areas were bare after Steve had packed up his things with him. It wasn’t a complete mess, but there were boxes of tissues scattered around the coffee table and kitchen area. And there seemed to be more wine bottles behind the kitchen—your way of coping.

“I’m gonna get out of these clothes. Just grab anything you want to eat or drink if you’re hungry.” You waved off, stumbling towards your bedroom to grab a fresh pair of clothes to change into.

Again, with your energy so depleted you just didn’t have it in you to take the time to shower, so instead you opted for a makeup wipe, brushing your teeth, and changing into sweats.

“Here she is.” Eddie spoke with a half full mouth of cereal, passing the phone to you once you came back out to the living room.

You rubbed at your eyes, yawning loudly, as you placed the phone beside your ear, “H-hello?”

“Hey hun, you feeling a little better?” It was Robin on the other line.

“Just a little, gonna take an aspirin and head to bed…and look, I’m sorry for—”

“Nope!” She cut you off quickly, “don’t apologize, sometimes it happens, but I’m just glad that we were there to make sure you got home safe.”

You nodded, drawing a deep breath, “Yeah, thanks for that too.”

Robin could sense the tiredness in your voice and knew it was time you head to bed.

“Get some rest and I’ll call you tomorrow ok? I love you, sugar!”

You laughed faintly at the kissy noises she made, “Love you too, Robs.”

When you hung up the phone, your eyes followed the ruckus taking place in the storage closet beside the kitchen. You got up, seeing as though Eddie has pulled from the bottom layer of your paper towel tower and caused a few to come plummeting down.

“Sorry, you were all out of some in the kitchen.” Eddie apologized while you bent down, helping him pick up a few rolls and stack them back up.

But something peeking out behind the stack caught your eyes, a dark blue piece of fabric that had been wedged behind it. You rose your brows, tugging at the garment until it came out into view and just like that you wanted to cry all over again.

It was the stupid blue bucket hat that Steve had been wearing on your last date at the beach.

You couldn’t remember why it was there to begin with, but it was just like another memory of him seeping back into your life. You had thought that he packed away everything, all his clothes, his little trinkets—leaving no trace of himself behind, yet this stupid hat was still here.

“A-are you ok?” Eddie asked slowly, watching your eyes being to water, and you went stoic.

You sniffled, shaking your head, and rolling your eyes at yourself for being so dramatic. “It’s the hat that Steve wore on our last date.”

“Oh…umm, I’m sorry.” He said, cursing at himself for being so clumsy and causing you to find it.

You shook your head, lips sealed closely as you tried to breathe through your tears, “No, it’s fine, I just thought he took everything with him and now it’s just like, right in my face and it sucks.”

“I-I can give it back to him if you want?” Eddie offered, holding his hands out ready for you to want it as far away as possible, but you didn’t hand it over.

Instead, you wiped away your tears, shaking your head again while you examined it, “I’ll keep it…you know, for memory and whatnot.”

He didn’t question for how weird that must sound, but instead reached forward and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug. One that he knew you probably needed. The one that he rarely gave you when you two were friends. If this breakup was hard for Steve, it was even harder for you, and just by the looks of it, he could tell that was true.

“You rest up and feel better tomorrow, alright?” He said, pulling away from the hug and looking at you through your teary eyes.

Your lip quivered, trying to control the sobbing from happening because you knew Eddie couldn’t be of comfort like Nancy and Robin. He told you goodnight, before giving you one last hug and letting himself out. It felt lonelier than usual, locking up the place and heading to your bedroom where you couldn’t even find it in yourself to sleep on Steve’s side of the bed.

You always stayed on your side, wishing that he was there to fill that empty space. To just hold you tight and tell you that everything was going to be fine.

And so maybe his side of the bed was still empty, but you still had a small piece of him there with you. With that, you clutched that stupid hat close to your chest while you faced towards his side of the bed. Tears still slipping and being soaked up by your blankets as you cried yourself to sleep.

Sleep seemed to be the only place where you’d find an ounce of peace, but only for a little, because as soon as a dream would begin, it would only end in a nightmare that woke you up. It was no different, except for the fact that this time you dreamed of that beach, the one where you and Steve walked hand in hand, telling each other anything.

It felt so real, seeing him there and feeling his hand against yours. His laughter was still contagious, just as much as his smile was. Then, like that…he just disappeared, like he had been swept away in the current.

You were left on that beach all alone, feeling the warmth of the sun piercing through your skin like a death by a thousand cuts and the sand beneath your feet burning you with each lonely step you took.

“Fuck,”

Groaning, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair disheveled, eyes swollen with bags under them, and you totally looking like you just had the life sucked out of you from the night before. You knew that it wasn’t acceptable even if you were so heartbroken. You spat out the mouthwash and immediately got into the hot shower, trying to scrub off any memories of last night and let it go down the drain.

You pulled on some fresh clothes, hoping that a little bit of self-care would make you feel better and tackle on the rest of the day, despite you waking up at nearly noon, but the effort was what mattered.

Walking into the living room, you passed the home phone, noticing the alarming amount of red numbers flashing, indicating you had some messages that Robin and Nancy probably left after calling you all morning. And you were right, more than half were from Robin and Nancy, calling and checking in, telling you to call them as soon as you got the message, and if you didn’t that they’d be stopping by to check on you.

You pressed play on the next message, already assuming it was one of them, but it wasn’t.

“Hey, sorry, I know you’re probably still asleep and you have a massive hangover, but I might have accidentally told Steve about what happened last night and now he’s—”

“Fuck!”

Your eyes enlarged at Eddie’s message and you immediately picked up the phone, dialing his number and hoping you could get him to retract that statement he passed on to Steve because you really didn’t want him to know you were crying over him last night.

One. Two. Thee. Four. Five rings and still he didn’t pick up.

He was probably telling Steve everything about last night and how reckless you were. Throwing a drink in a stranger’s face? Throwing up on the side of the road? Being so wasted you couldn’t even lift yourself off the ground? And for godsake, sobbing over that stupid hat?

You were totally done for.

Sitting on the couch with your face in your hands, you were in disbelief.

How could Eddie just go and spill about what had happened?

You thought he was your friend?

Maybe that was just all a part of his plan?

What if Eddie only accepted giving you a ride home so he could tell Steve about how you were handling the breakup, only for him to make fun of you for how stupid you’ve been acting?

“God, I am such an idiot!” You shouted at yourself, shaking your head in your hands, before hearing the familiar key turn in the door.

It was obvious Nancy or Robin with their spare key you gave them. It had been hours since they left the message and they were here to check on you. Thank god they were because you felt like you were going insane and you didn’t know if you could do it alone.

The high-pitched squeak that came from the knob turning prepared you for your friends who would probably bombard you with questions before you got to tell them anything. You were ready for it, hearing their shouts of, “why didn’t you call?” or “we were worried sick!” but you didn’t hear that.

Instead, you heard the familiar footsteps of the person you could never mistake. He always had a way of walking, especially when he tried to tiptoe because he didn’t want to wake you up. The floorboards creaked a little, and you heard a hiss and then you turned your head.

It was Steve.

You stood up, hands glued to your side where you stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to feel. He looked like he felt the same, standing there and looking around in order to avoid the prolonged eye contact you knew he couldn’t hold.

“What are you doing here?”

You tightened your lips, staying still with your arms crossing behind your back. You pinched and pulled at your fingers trying to get yourself to stabilize your heartbeat that felt like it was pounding out your chest.

Steve stuttered for a bit, really contemplating if he should have knocked instead of using his key, but he was worried out of his mind and thought that you were passed out in the bathroom choking on your own vomit. But obviously he was wrong and now he looked like a total creep, breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s apartment.

You rocked your head at him somewhat, prompting a response that came faster than he could formulate the words in his head.

“I, uhh, I didn’t mean to break in but, Eddie told me what happened—” He paused, squinting his eyes at himself, as he backtracked, “well, actually he didn’t really tell me, I forced him to tell me or else I would have flushed the rest of his stash because I knew he was lying.”

This son of a bitch.

Steve shook his head, cursing at himself for getting carried away, “Anyway…he told me, and I just wanted to come here and check on you because you never really get wasted like that, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Your jaw clenched in a way to try to block the tears from sliding, because if you didn’t have the strength it in you, you would’ve sunk down onto the floor, breaking down and telling him that you were in fact not fine at all.

“I’m fine…can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?” You spoke under your breath, stepping away and trying to pick up random things lying around in order to avoid looking at him any longer.

He sighed, kicking off his shoes, and faltered behind you. “Why are you being like this?”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him and throwing away the stray wrappers into the trash bin, “Like what?” you countered, still not meeting his views.

“Avoidant and stuff. You just keep acting like you want nothing to do with me.” He huffed, bending down to meet your stance.

Now that ticked you off and made you snap your head back towards him, eyes shooting daggers at his boldness.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who wanted nothing to do with me and packed up your things and left.” Your voice dripping with a mix of resentment and hurt as you brushed past him harshly and made your way back into the living room.

His mouth opened in an “o” not knowing how to respond to that, because he really did do what you said, but it wasn’t what he meant.

“J-just let me explain myself alright, I swear that was the last thing I wanted to do—”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, biting your tongue. “Yeah, sure, I guess everyone just breaks up with their significant other for no reason.”

He threw himself down onto the couch, tugging at his hair, “There was a reason, alright! I was scared…terrified that you wanted more in life but didn’t know how to tell me and I was just holding you back.”

That was the first time you had ever heard this explanation. For the past two weeks, the only thing that kept replaying in your mind was Steve sitting you down in this very living room and telling you he wasn’t sure if it was working out anymore and wanted you to venture out into the world. That was it. No other deeper explanation or closure, just those words, and the scene of you frozen on the couch with tears in your eyes as you watched him pack and leave.

Right now, you were frozen in front of him, standing with your arms crossed and tapping your foot against the wooden floors, not knowing what to say.

He was the one who spoke, letting up on his hair and resting his hands on his knees instead, “And, you know, I’m not doing too well either, I still think of you and worry about what you’re doing and if you’re—”

You turned your nose up, voicing cracking as you cut him off, “And all I do is cry every day and I don’t understand why…why I can’t just pick up the pieces that you left here and move on.”

Steve knew you like the back of his hand, and that familiar croak in your throat let him know that you were only seconds away from crying, but still he didn’t stop you. He knew that there was so much that you needed to say and after the way that he had left, it was only right he sat here and listen to you.

“It’s…it’s like I’m just waiting for a bus that never comes—”

He furrowed his brows, “Are you using metaphors right now?”

You looked at him in disbelief, sighing as you threw your hands out in the air and nodded, “Jesus Steve, yes, I am, ok! I’m using fucking metaphors because I’m trying to tell you that I’m still in love with you and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”

He followed you, pacing the space in front of him, back and forth, with your fingers running through your hair as you spilled your guts out to him.

“I don’t get why I’m like this and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why can’t I just accept the fact that you broke up with me and move on with my life? And the funny thing is, I should be able to! I should be able to just rip the bandaid off and act like an asshole and pretend you and I never existed!” You turned to him, swallowing thickly as you laughed to yourself, hating the situation you were in right now, but you never stopped talking.

Then you looked up at the ceiling, tugging at your own roots as you continued.

“I mean, for fuck’s sake, in the 8th grade Ben Pritchett broke up with me right before winter formal and I thought that it was going to be the end of the world because I thought he was the love of my life. I thought that I was going to spend the rest of 8th grade miserable and crying my eyes out over him, but I didn’t!”

You looked at him with a hopeless smile and you could see a glint of his own, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous you sounded for comparing him to your 8th grade boyfriend.

“I moved on with my life! Just like that!” You snapped your fingers and watched him blink a bit, “But with you,” your fingers pointed and you stared at him unsure, you shrugged your shoulders, “with you I just can’t…”

The waterworks began, and you finally didn’t care about staring at him for so long. If you could, you would jump into the ocean of his eyes because of how they made you feel. That even if you were standing here ranting to him about unnecessary shit, his eyes still brought you that sense of relief that you had been dying to feel for the last two weeks.

Steve moved forward gradually, taking your hands and holding them, rubbing circles on the tops of your skin, while you closed your eyes and bit back a sob. You let him keep his hands on yours, not daring to back away or drop him because you didn’t know if this was going to be the last time, and if it was you wanted to make the moment last as long as possible.

“I—I see you everywhere…every corner of this apartment, in all the faces I see—I see you. Everything leads back to you for some reason. All of these fucking questions that I’ve been asking myself. Why can’t I get over Steve? Why is this heartbreak hitting me differently than the one I experienced when I was thirteen?”

You squeezed on his hands, opening your teary eyes to see him through the film of salt, “Because it’s you, Steve…I’m still in love with you and I can’t get over you.”

That four letter word: Love. That’s all that he needed to hear, and it’s the word that had been dying to come off your tongue again. You loved Steve with every single ounce of your being. As if he was a drug running through your veins and you needed him to survive. You needed the one person who believed in you when no one else did.

You needed Steve, but you were terrified that he didn’t need you anymore.

“You didn’t listen to my message did you?” Steve asked quietly, letting go of one of your hands and bringing them up to wipe away at the tears on your cheek.

“W-what?” You ordered dumb-founded, feeling as though Steve didn’t hear that whole monologue that you just made up out of nowhere.

He grinned lightly, withdrawing his hand from your cheek and blindlessly, reaching over to the phone and clicking the play button on the leftover messages you had left.

You felt your breathing stop when you heard his voice echoing through the staticky speakers. There was no way that Steve called you last night. You had played the messages on your machine, and all you got were messages from Nancy, Robin, and Eddie. But you also forgot that your outdated machine sorted your messages from new to old, meaning Steve must have called while you were out last night.

“Hey, it’s me….I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to pick up the phone and call, maybe it’s because I’m a little scared that you’re going to delete it once you hear my voice, but I just really have a bunch of things to say and I guess it’s better now than never right?”

You fastened a hand over your mouth, whimpering quietly into it, while you shook your head, not believing that you could have missed this. If only you had stayed home last night, you would have been there to pick up the phone and talk to him. Steve clutched your other hand still, pushing up his glasses that fell down the bridge of his nose while he watched your reaction to the rest of his message.

“I’m an idiot for the way things went down and I should have explained myself better, but you know…I suck at communication—but that’s still not the point! I made the biggest mistake of letting you go like that and just assuming that’s what you wanted because I know deep down it’s not….it’s probably the last thing you ever wanted, and it’s all my fault.”

There was a pause, him clearing his throat and sniffling as he was crying softly.

“But I’m going to make an even bigger mistake if I don’t tell you that I’m still in love with you. That yeah, I might be the dumbest guy out there for letting go of the most amazing girl, but I’m not about to lose her if there’s still a slight chance that she might still feel the same. I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

Then he hung up the phone with a loud clank.

And as quickly as Steve had broken your heart, he soon patched it back together. There was a softness to your eyes now, like you had accepted everything. And Steve looked like he was awaiting for any sort of reaction good or bad, due to your silence.

“I-I don’t expect you to take me back that easily. I mean after all I’m an idiot but I just hope that—mph!”

You clutched his face, pressing your lips against one another, feeling like a wave of happiness washing over you the second you got to be this close to a feeling that you thought that was almost gone forever. Steve didn’t hesitate to move his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him until you were toppling on top of him, and lost in everything that was you and Steve.

“You’re an idiot..but mine.” You muttered against him, feeling his smile creeping against your skin before you laughed, kissing him again.

And again. And more times than you can count.

Relishing him and forgetting about the sadness. And sure, maybe you were equally the idiot who took him back too easily, but if there was one thing that the two of you were sure of, it was that this kiss and this love hit a little different because it would always be you two.

A/N: My first full length fic since i've been back!!! im super proud of this one and want to thank @translatemunson for giving me the idea <;3 i love you effie!!!! hits different is also one of my favorite songs and i wonder if taylor really did scrap it off the face of the internet because it's going to be in the Barbie movie--what do you guys think??? anyways, again thank you all for the outpour of support and reblogs, comments, and likes would be greatly appreciated!!! 🌃🕯💘

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astarionmademewriteit · 4 months

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Make it Hurt

Enver Gortash x f!Durge (pre-tadpole)

Rating: Explicit

MDNI. 18+ only. Minors and blank bios will be blocked.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Tags: Blood play; Knife kink; Mentions of violence and gore; PIV rough sex; Choking; Spitting (in mouth); Act 3 Spoilers; Gortash being a lil' bit submissive but switch-coded.

Summary: Durge and Enver have another council meeting, but it is quickly revealed that Enver was using it as an excuse to see his favorite assassin. The sexual tension had been building up between them for while and Durge finally acts on it, finding quick but mutual gratification in their shared love for pain and blood.

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I grow weary of this cat and mouse game Gortash and I find ourselves playing at. It was no secret that centuries of bad blood bore between Bhaal and Bane. Their respective chosen settling their differences in order to overtake Baldur's Gate. However, the list of differences between Gortash and I happened to be shorter than previously suggested.

He was brilliant, to be sure. His thirst for blood and pain rivaled my own. But I was a seasoned killer, trained in the art of murder and violence. I did not veil the carnal pleasure that ran through my veins at the sight of spilled blood, nor the ferocity of lust that churned deep within me when I was called to dole out executions on his behalf.

Most others saw my duplicitous nature and turned away in quiet disgust, but Enver openly admired me for it. And now we sit at yet another council meeting, carving out our well-laid plans for the city.

Enver’s hand is splayed out over a letter from General Thorm detailing his work in the Shadowlands and the army he continues to amass. The contents bore me into bouts of restlessness.

I shove away from the table, and in one fluid motion draw my dagger and bury it into the table, right between his fingers.

His unflinching dark gaze meets mine and a smirk plays on his lips.

“Enough with this drivel, Gortash,” I hiss, “This is the second council meeting in one week. If I cared what Ketheric had to say, I'd visit that dreaded place myself. Why am I here?”

Enver chuckles darkly, pulling the dagger from the table and testing its sharpness. He presses his fingertip into the sharpened point, until blood rushes from his finger. Red rivulets flow freely from his wound, splattering on Thorm's forgotten letter.

“Does world domination carve into too much of your precious time?” His rhetorical question was full of condescension, “Perhaps, I just needed to find another excuse to conspire with my favorite assassin.” He cocks an amused eyebrow in my direction and a smug grin pulls at the corners of his mouth.

I roll my eyes and yank the dagger from his grasp, hoping it catches against his skin once more so I can watch him bleed so prettily for me.

“There are better excuses than reading letters from that heretic,” I growl with disdain as I gesture towards the letters. Ketheric had his uses, but he never appreciated the finality of death–something I took personally, as his sacrilegious mindset directly conflicted with the tenants of Bhaal.

“Would you rather I prepare some prisoners for torture? Maiming? I understand you are fond of spilling blood,” his gaze never leaving mine, “It's one of the many things I admire about you.”

I circle around to his chair and sit on the edge of the council table beside Enver. I prop my leg over my knee, drawing his attention. He leans back in his chair and watches me closely, his eyes lingering on my form.

“Maiming?” I spit with disgust, “There is art in murder, but maiming is below me,” I grab his wrist and examine his pricked fingertip, “It's about coaxing,” I squeeze the tip of his finger and watch as blood dribbles down his wrist, “It is about taste,” I pull his finger into my mouth unprovoked, sucking and pulling blood from his wound. The coppery taste sends my body into a vibrating thrum of excitement and ecstasy.

Enver sucks in his breath and something between a sound of approval and a low guttural growl escapes his chest. I slowly let his finger retreat, never breaking our intense gaze.

“It's about practicality.” I push myself off the table and stand behind him, grabbing a handful of his hair at the crown of his head, pulling him painfully backwards until his eyes are back on me. The sharp edge of my dagger flush against his throat–one swift movement away from nicking his artery.

Gortash’s eyes watched me carefully, but he was neither scared nor nervous. I couldn’t help but feel pleased at this revelation. A look of longing passes between us, and in one fleeting moment I lean down and crush my lips to his. He receives me eagerly despite the steel of my knife threatening to bite into his flesh.

After a moment I bury the dagger into the table and Enver quickly stands and wraps his arms around my waist. I jump off the ground and wrap my legs around his middle, connecting our lips again. Our kiss is messy, filled with teeth, tongue, and lips–molding together with bruising force. His prickly stubble rubs deliciously against my face.

Enver spins and sits me on the edge of the table, hovering over me as his gilded fingers lace through my hair. He sighs deeply into my mouth as our tongues explore one another. I start thumbing the laces of his robes, pulling them open and running my nails through his thick chest hair–not holding back the way my sharp nails bite into his skin.

His golden filigree gloves claw at my scalp and down the back of my neck as he grows more desperate. I bite hard into his bottom lip until I draw blood, smiling against his abrasive kisses. He groans with pleasure as I suck the blood that surfaces from his wound.

I pull back momentarily, panting heavy as I whisper how good he tastes while pulling the last of his laces free. In a flurry of hurried movements, we undress before our lips crush back together, as if our very survival depended on it.

I lay flat on my back in the middle of the council table as he crawls over my body with a predatory gaze. Enver knees my legs open while he trails kisses down my neck. His cock rubbing torturously between my slick folds, teasing my clit and driving me into a lust-filled craze.

Impatience thrums through my body and I quickly grab Enver’s throat with enough force to cut off his airflow. I pull him up to meet my eyes, his dark gaze boring into me with such frantic intensity.

“Fuck me,” I growl, “Before I change my mind and slit your throat. And make it hurt.”

He chuckles darkly. Clearly amused by my threats, “As you wish, my assassin.”

Without a moment lost, he painfully forces himself inside me, threatening to split me in half. I cry out in pleasure, relishing in the way he fills me completely–his hips snapping into me with newfound ferocity. His golden filigree claws dig into the very wood of the council table, leaving deep splintering grooves.

My nails dig into his back, tracing painful welts into his flesh. The pain only motivates him to rut into me harder, pulling out far enough so that the swollen head of his cock forces me open wider, before snapping back into me with unrelenting force.

I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips up off the table so that he is hitting my pleasure points with devastating precision. His name falls from my lips like a haunted hymn, echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the council room.

Enver’s lips meet mine with such brutality that my skull presses painfully into the table underneath. His back is now spattered in bloody scratch marks, dripping down his back artfully.

I groan in pleasure, my ecstasy building into a dizzying crescendo. Enver’s teeth suddenly dig into the flesh of my lips, and the familiar coppery flavor of my blood spills from the wound. He sucks at my blood, groaning with carnal delight while he continues to thrust relentlessly into my dripping cunt.

He pulls back, reveling in the taste of my blood–savoring it on his tongue. “Open up, dear assassin,” he growls. I comply instantly, opening my mouth wide and letting my tongue fall from my lips seductively.

He hovers over my mouth and allows a mixture of my blood and his saliva to fall back into my waiting mouth. I whimper–elated with our own debauchery. His pace becomes more aggressive–abusive, even, as I chase my release.

My pleasure peaks and I’m falling victim to the white hot flash of ecstasy that rocks through my body, seizing my muscles until I’m coming undone–completely unraveling under his body. My cries ring through the room, Enver’s name the only prayer I care to recite.

Gortash breathes heavily in my ear, chasing his own release. His thrusts become uneven and sloppy. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils are completely blown out as he watches me while I continue to fall apart as he ruins my cunt with his punishing pace.

As my orgasm starts to subside I pull the dagger from the wooden table and press the sharp edge to the soft flesh of his throat once again. His eyes roll into the back of his head, enjoying the cold steel against his neck–the possibility of death lingering close by only motivating him to fuck me harder–deeper.

“Come inside me, Enver,” I hiss, tightening my legs around his waist as he continues to rut into me, desperately. His golden claws dig into the table, further marring the council table–leaving behind evidence of our violent tryst.

“Yes, my assassin,” he relents, shooting ropes of cum deep in my slick cunt, filling me with his seed. Enver whimpers into my neck, biting viciously at the soft flesh of my throat, leaving bruising evidence of his lusty confessions on my skin. His cock spasming uncontrollably inside of me.

His orgasm begins to subside, our sweat mixes with blood and violent ecstasy as he stills inside of me.

I run my fingers through his dark, bedraggled hair, having discarded my dagger momentarily.

“Regain your strength, Gortash,” I command arrogantly, “We are not done yet.”

He laughs breathily as he tries to regain some semblance of composure, “Whatever my favorite assassin commands, I shall happily deliver.”

I felt momentary relief now that we have finally acted on our building sexual tension. The feeling is quickly replaced with a new kind of hunger–one that rivals the murderous fantasies that occupy my mind. We complement one another, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together to create a beautifully violent masterpiece.

I knew at that moment that something incredible would have to pull us away from one another. The impossibility of it amused me greatly.

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 8 months

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Ribs

summary: You're not from the world where the Witcher takes place. So, to stay alive, you stay glued to your witcher - Eskel. Catching feelings for him was bound to happen anyway. Right?

Maybe a tiny, life-threatening encounter with a leshy is just the little push the both of you need.

notes: The title is inspired by the song ‘Ribs’ by Lorde, specifically the lyrics ‘And we’ll never go home again.’ Maybe a little more angsty than you expected, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!! I tried to combine both asks into one

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Eskel had been in the middle of a forest when, almost instantaneously, a figure appeared in front of him. Expecting a sorcerer, Eskel felt his hand grip onto his sword. Just in case.

Instead, he was met with a person that looked so utterly lost and afraid that Eskel knew this was something completely out of the ordinary, and no attack. The next thing he noted is that, when looking at his eyes, this person in front of him was utterly confused.

Without a single word being spoken, Eskel knew that you neither knew where you were, or what a Witcher was. Geralt or Vesemir would have asked for an explanation, but Eskel, stupidly emotional as he was (no matter what people thought about emotions and Witchers) felt something tug at his heart.

He could have left you in the forest, to be devoured by wolves or monsters. He could have left you in the next town, to be ripped apart by the people there. He should have, probably. Instead, Eskel took you with him, on the path.

Perhaps, his reasons weren’t entirely selfless. As he got to know you, Eskel became used to your company, your lack of prejudice. Your warmth, so freely given.

The more he taught you about his world, the more you told him about yours, and Eskel knew that. It made him feel better about keeping you with him, but he knew that, regardless, he should not be falling for you.

***

You held onto Eskel as his horse, Scorpion, began the climb towards Kaer Morhen. The fight against the Leshy had been equally terrifying for you and exhausting for him, and you tried to hold him from slumping forwards too much.

“Are you okay?” you asked him quietly. He nodded. “I am, you’re not. Your heart is beating too quickly.” He replied.

“I hate when you do that.” You shuddered. “Makes me feel like you can read my mind.”

Like you can tell my heart beats faster when you look at me.

“I can only hear your heart, and I’m afraid I cannot change anything about that.” Eskel said. “Why are you afraid?”

You sighed. “Just nervous. I’m practically meeting your family and I don’t even know… should I bow? Or curtsy? I don’t even know how to do that.”

Eskel laughed, shaking his head. He turned to look back at you, and you prayed your heart did not beat faster.

“They will like you.” He assured, before clicking his tongue. Scorpion sped up into a trot, and in the distance, you could see the outlines of what had to be Kaer Morhen. Unlike the few other castles you had seen, this one looked a little bit more like the ones back home.

It was almost in ruins.

As Scorpion walked into the courtyard, Eskel slipped off the horse, before helping you. Your feet hadn’t touched the ground since the Leshy. Eskel hadn’t wanted to stop, had insisted on riding to Kaer Morhen, where you would be safe, and you could feel the consequences of that in your legs now.

“Sore?” Eskel asked, and you nodded. He sighed, taking the bag you had slung over your shoulder to sling over his own. He tried to hide the wince, and failed miserably. If you’d asked him to take the bag, he would have refused, and one look at it was enough to confirm your thoughts. Eskel shook his head.

After he had put Scorpion away, he turned to you. A reassuring squeeze of hands from him had the opposite effect for you. His thumb stroked over the small scar on your left hand, one that you had gotten from hurting yourself early into your time on the Continent. Eskel had fixed it up.

You remembered how he had looked up at you, taken his time to soothe such a small injury while his entire thigh had been bandaged with soaked linen at the same time, crimson red. You thought that that was the moment you fell in love.

Eskel cleared his throat, already a few steps away from you, and you jogged to catch up, nervously laughing. As he opened the doors to Kaer Morhen you took a deep breath, rolled back your shoulders, and exhaled.

At the sight of his brothers, Eskel seemed to relax, laughing happily. The others cheered, and a man with white hair, presumably Geralt, got up to hug him. You stayed where you were, a few paces behind Eskel, wringing your hands as you waited for them to notice you.

Your eyes went over the men there. You thought you recognized Lambert, Coen and Vesemir, but the girl sitting at one of the tables made you pause. She couldn’t be older than 16. What was she doing here?

A wolf whistle ripped you from your thoughts, and you wanted to disappear.

“Eskel!” one of the witchers exclaimed teasingly. “Who is this?”

“A friend.” Eskel said. Oh how that stung. “Vesemir, we must speak.”

“Meeting the in-laws already.” Lambert shouted, and a ripple of laughs went through the men present. You made to follow Eskel, but he stopped you.

“You should stay while I speak with him. He may not be open to… what you are.”

Ouch.

You nodded, watching as Eskel, your only anker in this place, slipped away. Now, all eyes were on you, standing in the entrance, so obviously out of place. Even the girl that sat at one of the long tables stared.

Your skin prickled under their stares, and you gave a nervous smile that made you feel like an idiot. “Hello.” You said, your voice coming out rough, the tone weird, second half of it garbled. Good god, why did this always happen to you?

A few greetings were murmured back to you, and to your relief, many of the Witchers in front of you soon turned back to their conversations. You needed to do something. You couldn’t just stand there and look stupid.

Talk to a Witcher or a teenage girl? Witcher or teenage girl. Neither seemed like the lesser evil, both were incredibly fucking scary. But, the teenage girl seemed just as awkwardly alone as you, so you slipped over to her, sitting down on the bench.

“You look shaken.” She said after a few moments.

You laughed dryly, half out of relief, half out of the fact that you were incredibly shaken. The monsters here were terrifying, and that Leshy? You could still see the moment it had snaked a branch around your ankle, pulling you towards it, playing in your mind.

“All credit goes to the Leshy.” You replied. At that, a hush fell over the hall. Had you said something wrong? Witchers and their goddamn hearing.

The one with the white hair, or, probably, Geralt, turned towards you abruptly. “A Leshy?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. “That’s what Eskel said.”

The teenage girl next to you was no help, only shrugging when you looked at her. Geralt did not respond to you, even if his question had been urgent, leaving you dangling on a precipice of anxiety again.

You told them your name to fill the silence, trying to sound casually, pushing in a quick ‘by the way’ at the end. Finally, someone picked up on something you were saying.

“I’m Ciri.” The girl said. “Geralt’s child surprise.”

“That’s how children usually work.” You snorted, which caused some laughter from the people present, and a brooding stare from Geralt. Did he have some kind of stick up his ass?

“We’re not related.” He said, his voice clipped. He stared at you, and you felt like Geralt could see right through you, sniff you out like a dog.

“Then what’s a child surprise?” you asked. Immediately, you wanted to take your question back. You should have reserved that for Eskel, who knew. He would have understood. Instead, you were barked at by the man named Lambert.

“Have you been living under a rock for the past thousand years?” he asked, and you felt yourself crumble on the inside. However, no explanation followed his question, and all you could do was guess.

What the fuck was a child surprise? Did Witchers adopt? Did people sometimes have to pick up kids along the way? Was it a family heirloom type of thing?

You grabbed for the pitcher with ale, grateful when Ciri handed you an empty cup. Still, when you took a sip, you felt your lips purse. No matter how much ale you drank, you’d never get over the taste of it.

As time ticked on, and Eskel still did not return, you could feel worry imbue itself in your gut. Your knee began to bounce, nails digging into the palms of her hands. Most of the Witchers were gone. Geralt had taken Ciri with him, and the ones named Lambert and Coen were sitting in another corner, playing some kind of game and drinking. You felt a shiver go down your spine, and suddenly, you felt utterly alone.

The dress you were wearing had been bought by Eskel, and it was good. It fit well, the color was a beautiful deep blue, and it was comfortable. But it was nothing you’d have worn back home. Quietly, you drew your knees up to your chest.

If you had a clock, you’d have heard it tick, making the passing of time even more obvious.

At the sound of people approaching, you lifted your head from your knees. You’d almost fallen asleep, and the sudden noise had ripped you out of it. There, at the entrance of the hall, stood Eskel, together with Vesemir.

A relieved smile began to spread across your face, before you remembered what Eskel had said. He may not be open to… what you are.

As Vesemir approached you, the feeling in your gut tightened, anxiety making you shiver again. As Vesemir opened his mouth to speak, you saw Eskel behind him, deathly pale, and a feverish coat of sweat covering his forehead.

“You’re not okay.” You said, pushing off the bench and past Vesemir. Scary old Witchers be damned, Eskel wasn’t doing fine.

“Leshy wasn’t uh… a proper Leshy.” Eskel replied. When he took an idle step forward, you slung his uninjured shoulder around yours, ignoring that he was much too heavy for you to actually help.

Vesemir cleared his voice, and you steeled yourself to argue with Eskel’s adoptive father. “I think it better if we continued this on the morrow.” He said, handing you Eskel’s pack. With some effort, you managed to pick it up, pointedly ignoring Eskel’s grunt of protest.

“Anything else?” you asked Vesemir carefully.

“Make sure he gets his rest, stubborn as he is.” He replied. “Wake the entire keep if something’s wrong.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to swallow your fear.

Even in his delirium, Eskel helped you, directing you towards a small room. With the few skills you’d picked up from him, you managed to stoke the flames in the fireplace, lighting the candle next to the small cot with it. Searching through the pack, you picked out a blanket, preparing to get comfortable in the chair.

As you heard the bed creak behind you, you whirled around.

“Where am I?” Eskel asked you, looking utterly lost.

You sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Kaer Morhen. You…”

“The Leshy?” Eskel asked. That much was just… gone?

“Dead. Really dead, you made sure. With fire, I think and… lots of stabbing.” You replied, and Eskel gave a weak smile. He made to get up, immediately gritting his teeth against the pain, and you stopped him gently.

“You’re taking the bed tonight, no arguments this time. Vesemir’s orders.” You said firmly.

Eskel’s brows drew together. “You met Vesemir?” he asked.

“Not really.” You shrugged. “We were both too concerned about you to talk about me. But he didn’t try to kill me, so there’s that.”

Eskel gave an exhausted laugh, grunting in pain as the bandages tugged on his wounds. “Your heart is… faster.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Stressful day.” You lied.

He nodded, too tired to insist on sleeping on the floor. For once, you were glad for it, not having to fight over whether or not he would take the bed and you the floor (he never let you, insisting that Witchers didn’t need sleep anyway).

***

Your neck was stiff when you woke up the next morning, and it took some effort to push yourself out of your chair. Eskel had sat up at the end of his bed, looking at you tiredly.

“Morning.” You said, your mouth sticky from sleep. You grabbed the pitcher from the bedside, taking a sip of water.

“You slept on the floor.” Eskel noted. “Never wanted you to.”

“It’s not a big deal. You’re looking better, that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, but Eskel only shook his head, pulling at his shirt. You turned away, giving him some privacy. Instead, you rummaged in your pack, looking for the potion he’d need.

“I wanted you to always be comfortable.” He said. You paused, trying not to overthink his words. The potion in your hand felt uncharacteristically cold. Keeping your eyes peeled to the ground, you set it down next to Eskel.

“I always was comfortable. I only have a stiff neck.” You replied. Eskel moved behind you, his hands already beginning to work the knots out of your muscles. You reached up to stop him.

“Eskel, I appreciate it, I really do, but you need to take care pf yourself.” You said firmly. When you looked at him, he had an expression of rejection on his face. Immediately, you regretted your words.

“I’m sorry, I only meant-“ you began.

Eskel interrupted you. “Yeah, I know. You want me to make sure I’m alright. But…” he trailed off. “I want to take care of you.”

There wasn’t a world where you wouldn’t have mulled over his words, hoping that there was more meaning to them. And so, you took his hands into yours, smiling at him nervously.

“Thank you, Eskel. That means the world to me.”

“Yours or mine?” he joked, and you felt yourself smile at his stupid joke.

“Both.”

Eskel paused at that, and immediately, you felt stupid for blurting it out. His hands held yours a little tighter, and a knot formed in your throat. There was a small part of you that was hoping, not just that you hadn’t said anything wrong, but that he would reply to this what you wanted him to say.

Instead, Eskel dropped your hands, turning back to the bed and making it mechanically. You missed the blush on his face entirely.

In the afternoon, you took care of Scorpion, watching as Ciri trained in the yard by herself, a frustrated expression on her face. After a while, you led Scorpion into the stables, walking back out into the yard, and smiling at Ciri. She gave you a strained smile back, and you noticed the irritated skin on her hand.

“Eskel wraps his sword grips with fabric to make them more comfortable in winter.” You told her, nodding at her reddened hand.

“My grandmother never needed any of that.” Ciri only barked out.

“Well, maybe she didn’t have dry skin.” You replied, and Ciri stuck her sword into the snow a little more aggressively than necessary.

“What are you training for?” you asked, idly twisting on a bracelet Eskel had gifted you once.

“I want to be as good as Geralt.” She replied.

“He’s very good, from what I hear.” You said. “But I think you need to take a rest as well. You’re neither a witcher, nor a man. Not that that’s a bad thing. Enough rest will make you better.”

Ciri sighed, handing you the sword. “Could you help me with the grip?”

You nodded, tucking it under your arm and walking towards the dining hall with Ciri.

“So… you and Eskel?” Ciri asked after a while. You almost tripped, regaining your composure quickly.

“No, we’re only friends.” You replied. “We just spend a lot of time together, like you and Geralt.”

Ciri scrunched up her nose in disgust. “I’d hope not. We don’t look at each other like lovesick idiots.”

You almost scoffed indignantly. “We do not look at each other like lovesick idiots. I also doubt that Eskel is in any capacity in love with me.”

“So you are in love with him?” Ciri asked.

Fucking teenage girls.

You didn’t reply to that, and Ciri’s smile widened. “Don’t even think about saying anything.” You bit out. “I just helped you with dry hands.”

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Can I tell Geralt? He’ll give Eskel a kick. You know, he firmly believes that you’re the one not in love. If he finds this out… he’ll have a field day.”

You buried your face in your hands. “He doesn’t talk much, does he?”

“Apart from the occasional grunt, no.” Ciri replied, not that that was much of a reassurance. You knew she was probably still going to spill your best kept secret to Geralt.

“Only Geralt. No one else.” You assented, and Ciri skipped away, leaving you with her sword. Sighing, you dragged yourself up crumbling stone stairs and into your room. Eskel had gotten it ready for you while you’d been out taking care of Scorpion. It felt strange to have one to yourself again after so long. Still, it turned out you didn’t have to be alone for long.

Only a few minutes later, Eskel knocked on your door, carefully checking in on you. You knew it was silly, but it was the things like this that made your heart flutter each time.

“How’s your shoulder?” you asked, setting down Ciri’s sword.

“Better.” Eskel said. He noticed the sword with a confused smile. “Are you training? You should’ve told me.”

“Oh no, I was just helping Ciri. Her hands are too dry because of the cold, kind of how yours get sometimes.”

“You remembered that?” Eskel asked.

“Yeah of course. Why wouldn’t I?” you replied, smiling at him.

“I’m in love with you.” Eskel said quietly, then. Your heart stopped for a good second. You stared, blankly, trying to comprehend what Eskel had just said. He paled at your silence, already beginning to back out of your room, but you quickly grabbed his hand.

“I- Me too. I am in love with you too, is what I’m trying to say. I didn’t realise that wrapping a sword would be what it takes to hear it but I really, really, really like you. A lot.” You rambled. “I mean, you’re sweet, and caring, and-“

Eskel stepped forward, hands that were made to kill gently cradling your jaw. He hesitated, eyes asking for permission. When your hands steadied themselves on his chest, he closed the bridge between you, his lips softly meeting yours. You sighed into the kiss, deepening it impatiently until your hands tangled in Eskel’s hair.

After a while, you broke the kiss, heart racing in your chest.

Eskel noticed. “Your heart is…”

“It’s fast, I know. Most of the times you pointed it out, it was because of you.” You confessed. His eyes widened.

“Since… Since I fixed up your hand?” Eskel asked with sudden realisation, and you nodded. He gave you a small smile.

“We’re such idiots.” You laughed, and Eskel joined you. The sound of it was so beautiful you could not help kissing him again.

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ladykailitha · 9 months

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Royal Pain Part 16

Hello, darlings! I wanted to get this to you before I got too busy and forgot. My birthday is on Monday and I'm having a party on Saturday that I'm preparing for today, tomorrow, and most the day Saturday. I hope to get something out during that time, but I might not be able to get it up until Sunday.

Also I found out I was accidentally tagging @chaoticlovingdreamer twice! I don't think it did anything, but it was funny it took me this long to catch on!

Speaking of tagging, it used to be easy to tag from a copied list, just click on name, select drop down, move on to the next. But for some stupid reason I can't anymore and have to delete the last character in their username to get it to pop up. Is anyone else having this problem or is it just my life deciding to make it more difficult again?

Today for your enjoyment: communication, drunk Robin, and soulmate bonding!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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Eddie crowed inside when Steve blushed at his comment. “And for record, sweetheart, I could see us tangled in your sheets. Not just the hot sex but everything before and after. All I’m asking is to take it slow.”

Steve gulped. “I’ll go at whatever speed you need, Eds. Honest. You set the pace.” He gave Eddie’s hand a squeeze. “And if you change your mind tomorrow, I’m down for that, too. If you decide we’re better as friends, I’ll be your best friend, okay?”

Eddie smiled. “I think Jeff and Robin might take offense to that.”

Steve laughed. “Nah, nah, Robin is my platonic soulmate, that’s separate from best friend.”

Eddie grinned. “I guess Jeff is more like family then a best friend. All the guys are.”

“There you have it,” Steve said smiling at him, merriment sparkling in his eyes.

They walked hand in hand all the way the way to the Rainbow High Club. They were forced to let go to flash their IDs, but they stayed close to each other, blushing and smiling at each other every time they caught the other’s eyes.

Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “How have I never heard of this place?” she asked, trying to take in as much of the sights as she could all at once. “It’s amazing.”

“Who’re the DDs tonight?” Robin asked, gleefully rubbing her hands together.

Steve, Gareth and Mandy all raise their hands. Eddie pouted.

“Stevie, you’re not drinking tonight?” he whined.

Steve laughed. “I’m working on your tattoo tomorrow, sunshine. I am not working on you hung over.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Now that Eddie and Steve knew where they stood with each other, that last barrier of tension vanished between them. They were laughing more freely. Touching more readily. Just having a blast knowing the potential for more was there waiting for them when they were willing to take that step.

Steve knew where the line in the sand was now and cranked up the charm to eleven. Just being a gentleman.

Eddie ate up the attention like a sunflower in summer following the sun. He felt that last bit of worry just clatter to floor like a chain coming off of a worn gate after so many years being locked away.

Jeff and Mandy ate it up on the dance floor, pulling Gareth with them as they got the shyer man to come out of his shell a little bit.

Brian even managed to get the DJ to play a little metal. Steve sipped on a Coke and laughed as he watched his friends get silly on the dance. He had barely finished his drink when Robin grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

He cussed her out but she just kissed his cheek and told him to move his hips for fuck’s sake.

His dancing was terrible, but he let himself join the crowd and sway to the beat.

Eddie said in his ear, “You know in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ being a bad dancer meant you were bad at sex.”

Steve snorted. “Seriously?”

Eddie nodded. “So you know I’ve got to ask...”

“No, trust me when I say I tango better in bed than out of it,” Steve said with a giggle.

“You got receipts for that, big boy?” Eddie asked, dropping his voice low, startling a gasp out of Steve.

His giggle turned into a full on laugh. “You want a list of my very satisfied exes?”

“And their phone number,” Eddie teased back. “If you’re going to win me over Casanova, I’m gonna need references.”

“I think I can handle that,” Steve said in total seriousness.

Eddie pushed him away, a laugh stuttering out of him. “Get off, you menace. Jeez!”

Steve backed up, giving him the space. “You started it.”

“Sorry I forgot you were Mr Charm Everyone’s Panties Off in high school,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.

Steve chuckled. “I’ve still got it, I just don’t date much because I have to run a shop.”

Eddie leaned back in. “And honey, I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve grinned.

At the bar a blond man with legs for days and a cocky grin leaned against the edge of the bartop with his elbows. Ink peaked out of the black tank top he was wearing and he had piercings in both ears and a snakebite piercing on his lower lip. He lowered his sunglasses as he watched Eddie and Steve on the dance floor. His bright blue eyes glittered with malice, the grin never leaving his face.

Steve got a giggling Robin up the stairs to their apartment and into her bed. He pulled off her jacket and shoes and rolled her under the covers. She made grabby hands at him when he stood back up.

“I’m going to get ready for bed and I’ll be right back,” he told her.

She pouted, but let him go.

Steve made a mad dash to his room, where he threw on his pajama pants and a faded band tee and rushed back to Robin’s room.

“Where you go?” she asked with a frown.

He shook his head and climbed into bed with her. She immediately latched to him like some kind of possessive sea creature. Like a an octopus or a barnacle.

“Why did you surround me with pretty girls?” she wailed. “All the pretty girls all at once.”

Steve snorted. Mandy and Chrissy were not ‘all’ by anyone’s stretch of the imagination.

“Mandy has a boyfriend,” he gently reminded her.

“Did you know she did ballet?” Robin whisper-yelled. “That’s why she has such long legs and great tits.”

“Yes, I was there when she told us,” Steve soothed.

“And Chrissy was athletic, too!” Robin continued. “Cheerleading is scary hot.”

Steve huffed out a small laugh. “What does that even mean?”

“The...” she made a weird motion with her hands, “and the woo...” she threw her arms in the air, “and the ‘yay!’ That’s scary.”

He rolled his eyes. “The tumbling?”

Robin hit his arm over and over. “That, that! Yes. And the hot is the uniform. Have you seen the uniform?” she growled.

Steve laughed. “I was in basketball, yes. You know one of the two sports that has cheerleaders?”

“The skirt is itty-bitty,” she slurred, putting her hands together as close as they would go without touching. “And no sleeves! Bare midriffs too. And and the cute little socks!”

“Can’t forget the cute little socks,” he agreed.

She slapped his arm again, this time harder. “And don’t you dare try to change the subject. I see you.” She pointed at her eyes and then at him, nearly poking his eye out.

“I didn’t change anything,” he muttered, “you started talking and haven’t stopped.”

“I saw you run the bathroom after the concert, gig, thingy...” she frowned. “What is it called the every day one not the tour-y one?”

“Gig,” Steve said gently.

Robin slapped his arm again. “Don’t change the subject!” she hissed. “You got hella horny watching your boy sing!” She threw out her arms and did hit him in the face that time.

“Yes,” he agreed. “I will be better prepared next time we go.”

“You have the hots for Eddie,” she said leaning in close.

But before Steve could answer, Robin was out cold. Her low tolerance for alcohol knocking her out at last. He carefully untangled himself from her embrace knowing that her drunken snoring would be like a buzzsaw in his ear if he slept in her room.

He pulled his shirt off and slipped into his own covers a smile on his face.

The next morning he had coffee and the greasiest breakfast sandwich he could find ready for his platonic soulmate when she staggered out of bed and into the kitchen. He handed her a small glass of water and painkillers, which she took under his watchful eye.

“I feel like I should hate for this,” she muttered into her steaming styrofoam cup.

Steve grinned, knowing full well that if laughed, she would straight on murder him and he really didn’t want to go yet.

“Also, don’t think you dodged the talk about you rushing to the bathroom after the show,” she grumped. “Because that was a bit pervy even for you.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he chowed down on his own less greasy sandwich. “I was totally unprepared for how hot he was that close up,” he snarked.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “He did seem particularly out to get you with that little number he was wearing last night.”

“Seriously,” he agreed. “But I’ll know better next time, plan ahead, sit behind the table.”

She giggled.

He propped his head on his hands, elbows planted on their counter. “But enough about that. I want to talk about two lovely blondes making goo-goo eyes at each other all night.”

She pushed his arm causing him to almost smack his face into the counter as he lost the support.

“Shut up,” Robin hissed. “She did not make goo-goo eyes at me all night. I would have noticed.”

Steve laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny making goo-goo eyes at her.”

She blushed, and took a sip of her coffee to hide her embarrassment. “She’s so pretty and smart and how I am suppose to win her over when she so far out of my league.”

Steve came over and grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands. “Robin Eloise Buckley you are just as beautiful and smart and talented as she is. Just in a different way. I know right now you’re feeling morose because you have a hangover. So trust me in this moment, you are every bit as awesome as she is and if she doesn’t see that then we say?”

“Fuck that?” she whispered.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he said cocking the side of his head so he could tilt his right ear her direction.

“Fuck that,” Robin said with more conviction.

“There you go,” he said and gave her a fierce kiss on the forehead. “Now what I want you to do while I’m gone is watch the ‘Pride & Prejudice’ mini-series with that tub of Ben & Jerry’s I know you’ve been saving and when I’m done I’ll grab Chinese from that favorite shop on the corner, okay?”

She set the coffee down and gave him a fierce hug. “You’re the best soulmate a girl could ask for.”

Steve squeezed her back. “Hard same.”

She laughed. “You are such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork.”

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Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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merc reactions to getting a new recruit but finding out they’re only in their mid-teens ? gender neutral please-

A / N - Ay, it's here. Somehow I managed to finish this faster than I expected. Hope you like it, dear anon!

Also, half of the photos are kind of meme-y, but you know what? It works...Please tell me if it works, I am losing my mind trying to find a good quality comic cut out, but only find those.

Mercs with a recruit in their mid-teens

TW. Ask to tag.

Scout

- he's not much excited, in fact he's a bit scared you might take his place,

- but after he finds out you're younger than him...he's so happy!

- he will teach you so many things,

- how to play basketball, how to get along with the older men, even how to deal with your first crush,

- since he is barely a few years older than you, he feels like as an young adult it's his priority to make sure you know all this stuff,

- he's got seven older brothers, all the lessons are probably from them,

- he really feels like you're just his younger sibling,

Soldier

- Jane thinks it's his duty to make sure you know the rules of war,

- he will show you how to use weapons, maybe even let you touch his own weapons,

- " But only for a few seconds, I don't want your young, inexperienced civil hands to spoil them! ",

- he will sit you down in the meeting room of the base, and tell you stories,

- half of those stories aren't real, but you don't want to make him sad, so you just listen,

- on the battlefield, he will follow you around to make sure you don't hurt yourself...or use your weapons incorrectly,

- also..." You do know basic history of your beloved country, don't you, hippie? ",

Pyro

- this Phoenix adores you,

- will invite you to tea parties,

- you will also get a plushie or two from their collection,

- you're the only person other than Engineer who takes them seriously, that's why they like you so much,

- their childish personality helps you cope with the fact you've been sorted out as a mercenary at such a young age,

- always there when you're feeling down,

Demoman

- in all honesty, he has mixed feelings about you,

- he can't invite you to the drinking nights with the other guys, you're just always left behind,

- in recompense, he tries to teach you how to use the sword in the meantime,

- you might never use that skill in the battlefield, but at least you have a thing that takes your mind off of the gravel wars,

- when you're down, you both watch soap operas together, because he's the only one in the whole team who likes them,

Heavy

- Misha just avoids you,

- at first, you think he's just a big, tough guy who dislikes teenagers to look more " deranged ",

- but finally, one of the men, possibly Medic, explains to you why he dislikes being around you so much,

- you remind him of his younger self and his sisters. The way he had to fight to protect them, the awful place they lived in for a while...everything comes back to him when he sees young face,

- you try approaching him about it, but he still remains silent,

- deep inside, on every mission he keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're safe,

Engineer

- Dell is now your step-dad, that's how it works,

- he needs a few energetic bones to help him with his projects, so you will often stand around and hand him tools when he asks for them,

- while he's working, he will tell you different stories about the other mercenaries,

- you ask him to adjust your weapon's, because they're a bit too big for you to handle freely,

- on warm days, he will take you out for a short walk to make sure you won't go insane,

- he assures you that you can tell him about anything, and he will help,

- he does in fact help, especially when it goes with your emotions,

- he's always there to cheer you up when you're sad, or share a smile with you when you're happy,

Medic

- he's so happy with you! I mean, such a fresh canvas to test on,

- every week he asks you to replace your heart with an Uber-handling one, and every week you refuse,

- but when he's not in his mad scientist mood, he's always ready to help you with some of the downsides of growing up,

- he's also very helpful when you're feeling insecure about your body ( all teenagers do that, right? Not only me, right? ),

- " Oh, don't vorry, zhis vill go away. Zhe average of healthy patients your age look zhe same as you ",

Sniper

- you never knew his first reaction, because he's rather quiet about it,

- but after a bit, you learn that he's actually very trustworthy, and big hearted,

- when you're down or one of the other mercenaries, you go to his camper,

- you both play board games there,

- he will most likely take you out fishing or camping during long weekends,

- you like listening to him talk about his adventures from the bush, but he will leave out the gorey details out,

- at some point, he just feels like an older, wiser, quiet brother to you,

Spy

- he's mad. Not at you, at the Administrator for even thinking about hiring you at this age,

- he doesn't see the reason why there must be a new mercenary, so he mostly avoids you,

- until during one of the missions, you save him for getting headshoot point blank,

- he does acknowledge you a bit more after that,

- you're not allowed in his room though, it smells too much like cigarettes in there,

- maybe he seems cold on the outside, but when he sees you struggling with your work, he will always help,

- helping you however makes him remember he couldn’t see this stage of his son’s life…that makes him feel miserable.

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FACE, LETTER, & CLOSER THAN THIS

Disclaimer: The following post is full of my own opinions and interpretations. I do not share this with the intent to convince anyone else that this meaning upholds for all. My interpretations are also limited to English and that is an important distinction to make when accessing art from another language and culture. There are absolutely intentions and meanings that won't translate. Art is beautifully subjective, and I hope you all find your own reasons to love Jimin's music.

This is quite a lengthy post. Thank you to anyone who reads. I'd love to hear your thoughts as well, so don't feel shy to share! 💜

So FACE has been out for nearly a year, why am I making this post now? Honestly, it's all because of Closer Than This and the few nuggets we can glean from the music video. The very first clip of the mv is of Jimin's team discussing the lyrics and then Jimin's recording session. Honestly, I was quite surprised CTT was written at the same time as all of the FACE songs.

So the question then rises: Why wasn't CTT included in FACE? The answer I've arrived at is because CTT is not part of the journey Jimin was describing with FACE. More on CTT below but first, we need to revisit FACE:

TIMELINE

(US dates - I have to do too much timezone manipulation in my job, I'm not spending the time here):

30 DEC 2018 : Promise Release on SoundCloud

21 FEB 2023 : FACE announcement

16 MAR 2023 : Set Me Free pt.2 Release

23 MAR 2023 : FACE Release

22 DEC 2023 : Closer Than This Release

And here's the FACE schedule:

MOTTO-THEME-GUIDE

These phrases are ALL OVER the FACE project! They're in the digital media that was released, on pretty much every side of the physical albums, on the back of the photocards and postcards... They're pretty much on everything official connected to FACE. They're not just fluff included to fill up space; these words have MEANING in this project. I've been using these phrases as guide posts to help me interpret some of the meanings behind FACE recently, and I would encourage anyone interested in Jimin's deeper message to do the same. I've highlighted my references below.

Circles of Resonance Reflection of vulnerable minds and unexposed wounds. An echo, tremor and small movement to reach you. Face of facing the deepest part of inner-self. Face, the reflection of myself in an unfamiliar appearance. Waves originated from the deepest invisible inner world, pass through the face on the surface and reach others to resonate while transmitting the inner voice. Waves spread beautifully, finding its own flow despite wounds and distortions from a smallest scratch. The face of unwavering effort despite repeated falls and pain.

When asked what the album was about, Jimin freely shares that it relates to the events during the pandemic...and then the conversation usually moves on without any deeper discussion. This interview is probably the most verbose Jimin was any time he described the meaning behind FACE. If you haven't watched it recently, I highly recommend it.

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We know that Jimin rarely shares the problems he's having whilst he's going through them (with us at least). He always waits until after he's moved on so that he can tell us not to worry, that it's in the past. (This concept comes up again in this post so keep it in mind.)

The distinction that I think is important to make is that, yes, FACE is about the pandemic, but it's not a straightforward diary of events. It's about how those events affected him. How the waves caused by the pandemic RESONATE, ECHO, and TREMOR through him - effecting the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS. Jimin found something in himself through this experience and had no choice but to FACE it. There were no distractions anymore, no pushing it to the side to deal with later. And he was able to share that journey with us in such a tragically beautiful way.

THE TRACKS

I made the below gifs for each track but I think they look best as a set without the tags so you can get the full effect of the differing ripples. Check out this post to see what I mean. ☺️

FACE-OFF

I know everyone likes to meme about Face-Off and trying to find who hurt Jimin to make them pay...but I really don't associate Face-Off with an external person. You can betray yourself in much worse ways than anyone else can because you know exactly all of your own weaknesses. You know exactly what pretty lies to tell yourself. And honestly, the source of the event doesn't really matter in the context of FACE. I view Face-Off as the initial incident. The SMALLEST SCRATCH that pushes the waves to spread.

There's also a lovely bit of foreshadowing with the lyric "Like crazy, everyone shout out, yeah yeah". CIRCLES OF RESONANCE. Not singular, multiple; we are in for a bumpy ride.

INTERLUDE : DIVE

I admit, I only listen to this track when I'm doing a full album listen. I love instrumental tracks but this isn't instrumental to me, it's sound effects. And I just personally have a sensory issue that comes out to play here BUT it's important to include in our discussion so don't skip it when you're trying to delve into the meanings!

The message I glean here is just how pervasive the issue is becoming. Jimin can be going about his life, trying to disregard it but the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS are there lurking underneath it all.

The pretty music overlaying the track may sound like glitz and glam, but this is just the beginning of the WAVES SPREADING BEAUTIFULLY, FINDING ITS OWN FLOW DESPITE WOUNDS AND DISTORTIONS...

LIKE CRAZY

I've been promising a post on Like Crazy for ages and this may be the closest I get to it. Let me know if any of you are interested in a more in-depth discussion on how the movie and the song work together. My short summary for both is this: there are moments when you willfully take actions that you KNOW are against your best interest. Not in a fleeting eats-too-many-cookies way. In a I-know-putting-my-hand-on-the-stove-and-turning-it-on-will-burn-me way.

I hope none of you experience this to such a damning extent. I have. Despite being the kind of person who I thought would never venture down such a path. It's not something I wish upon anyone. This is the WAVES ORIGINATED FROM THE DEEPEST INVISIBLE INNER WORLD, PASS THROUGH THE FACE ON THE SURFACE...

ALONE

Have you ever repeated a word enough that it starts to sound bizzare? What if you got the point where you thought the weird sound was reality? And then you were confronted with the truth. This song is that point. Where you are left with the sober understanding of yourself. FACE, THE REFLECTION OF MYSELF IN AN UNFAMILIAR APPEARANCE.

SET ME FREE pt.2

The rise! Jimin was able to find a way to push himself beyond the betrayal of himself. It absolutely wasn't easy and there were setbacks, but this is a clear call to any who find themselves in similar circumstances: you CAN overcome. THE FACE OF UNWAVERING EFFORT DESPITE REPEATED FALLS AND PAIN.

Remember when I said earlier that Jimin only tells us about his struggle once it's over? I honestly believe that's why SMF was the pre-release track. He needed us to know that there was a happy ending before he would tell us about the pain he went through.

LIKE CRAZY (English Version)

As I mentioned my sensory issue above, I cannot talk about Like Crazy without mentioning the whispered English at the beginning/end. I HATE it sooooo much! It just twigs my brain in all the wrong ways. It's a huge part of why it took me a long time to appreciate LC. As much as I hate it though, it's absolutely necessary for the interpretation of LC. It firmly gives us a landmark into where and how the song relates to the movie. It also creates a bookend structure that gives the original and the English versions their own rightful places to exist.

LETTER

My very first post on this blog was a simple comparison of the lyrics in Like Crazy from the translation on the original music video to the english version. There is absolutely a difference here and I think it's a very important distinction that there are two versions of Like Crazy in the album. One is AN ECHO, TREMOR AND SMALL MOVEMENT TO REACH YOU. This phrase is for us, the audience. None of the other phrases use "you". Even though Jimin has set himself free, there are still CIRCLES RESONATING.

If you have seen any of my posts prior to this, you likely know how obsessed with Letter I am. I have the hardest time naming anything as a favorite (even favorite colour, there's just sooo many good uses of different colors) so I hope you understand how revolutionary it is for me to unequivocally state that Letter is my favorite song. Like ever. For all of my (cough*decades*cough) of music-listening, opinion-having life. Letter is THE ONE. Letter is it. I probably have stronger feelings about Letter than any relationship I've been in (but I'm aspec so take that with a grain of salt...)

I listen to Letter A LOT (sometimes on literal repeat - there's a video on YouTube that loops it for over an hour and I've definitely contributed several of those listens) and while working on this post, I would still get emotional hearing it at the end of FACE. This song is the absolute definition of the beauty that can only truly be understood after utter tragedy.

To me, Letter is about how this experience has effected Jimin to the point where there's a noticeable difference in the way he interacts with and appreciates those he loves, in all interpretations of the word love. WAVES...REACH OTHERS TO RESONATE WHILE TRANSMITTING THE INNER VOICE.

I am not using this post to debate the merits of exactly who Letter is for: a significant other, ARMY, or Jimin himself. Frankly, I don't think it matters to the meaning of the song. Use whatever flavour most appeals to you. That's the real genius and gift of Jimin's music imo. He creates it in such a way that we can fold it around our own personal stories and needs.

WHAT WAS THIS POST ABOUT AGAIN?

Right, so rewind to the release of Closer Than This. I'd had very little sleep as I traveled for the holidays and was absolutely feeling the timezone difference. But I stayed up to hear Jimin's new song. I listened to it first in Spotify and thought it sounded like a beautiful, happy, well-produced gift of a song - perfect for the end of the year and to comfort us with his departure for military service. Then I watched the mv to read the subtitles... Y'all, I absolutely was NOT expecting to see clips from the time covered in Jimin's Production Diary! I wouldn't have been surprised if it was the same team that Jimin worked with before but at a later time - he trusts them artisically after all. BUT these clips were the same angles and same conversations we saw from the development of FACE.

So I started my due diligence. Is it possible CTT was supposed to be part of FACE but they held it specifically to release when it did? I listened to FACE multiple times trying to insert CTT into the narrative. And it just doesn't fit this journey...at all. Like not in the slightest. I thought maybe immediately after Letter or even replacing Letter but no. I even tried inserting Promise as a bridge and it just doesn't work in the context of FACE.

CTT has a pretty literal storytelling narrative. It describes the journey WE have been on with Jimin. It lists his promises to US going forward. The music video being an album of memories, supports the nostalgic and loving viewpoint of the song. It has absolutely nothing to do with how Jimin was affected by the events of the pandemic or anything he found inside himself because of it.

Both songs have been described by Jimin as a 'fan song' and as I described in this post, there are many reasons that support both of them falling into this categorization. To me, Letter is more about Jimin having a deep intimate conversation with us because he trusts us. While CTT is literally about the relationship between ARMY and Jimin.

Anyway, I think that's all I've got to say about it for now. What are your thoughts? Should Closer Than This have been included in FACE? Was it just a marketing ploy to keep generating our interest after Jimin left?

(BTW I'm really happy with those FACE gifs and how the ripples look when they're together. They took some time to figure out. I just wish I had some better software to turn them into gifs so the colours display better, but alas, beggars can't be choosers. They look really great in the ppt that I made them in but I guess that's just for me to enjoy!)

#park jimin #jimin #FACE #Face-off #Interlude: Dive #like crazy #alone #set me free pt.2 #like crazy (english)#Letter #closer than this

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if you are planning to be inspired by my artstyle please DON'T make artwork of any ships that make me uncomfortable or honestly just anything weird because i dont want my art in any shape or form associated with it.

that being said, i am only uncomfortable with two ships; being maritza x nicky and player (nicky) x neighbor (mr. peterson) (<- i block these shippers only!) maritza x nicky shippers are free to interact and follow idc

tricky (nicky x trinity) is my comfort ship, and therefore i'll be very attached to it. if you don't find yourself liking tricky or finding them to be a platonic pairing thats SO ALRIGHT!! I RESPECT THAT!! U ARE STILL COOL SO FEEL FREE TO INTERACT but please PLEAAASE DON'T tell me that 😭😭 i mean i wont get angry i'll just be a bit sad, and even more uncomfortable if you tell me they're familial.

tags (will be updated accordingly if more are added; last updated 04.14.23)

#doodle page madness -> awesome doodle pages i draw when im bored/feeling like it

#my art -> general art tag

#non art stuff -> misc. posts unrelated to my art; textposts, misc media, etc.

#ru goes insane -> ru rambles some stuff!!! >:)

#reblog -> posts i reblog

#notice -> important posts

#shitposts -> the name!!

characters featured in posts will have their names tagged as well!

ok thats all!!! if uhhh u finished reading all of this then @nonbinary-hatkid sucks

#non art stuff #notice

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treysimp · 2 years

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Your blog is fast becoming one of my favorite x Reader TWST romance blogs. I really like your fluffy stuff!

I see you are taking requests, so I thought I'd give you one! Imagine you've gone to the carnival with a group of your friends. You are on a ride for 2 with your crush when the ride breaks down. He can see you are getting anxious about the situation and wants to comfort you but in doing so he accidentally ends up confessing. Now what fluffy things might happen while you two are trapped together in the ride? Choose whoever you feel inspired to write about.

Thanks for your work!

Rattling the bars of my cage

This is so cute! I am dying! Okay, I decided I want to write about:

GN!Reader/Ace Trappola

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, love confessions, reader's body not described and no pronouns are used for them, ask to tag for more but this is pretty tame all things considered.

Words: 2k

Want more TWST? Here’s my masterlist!

It was a muggy summer day. Storm clouds hung in the distance of the currently sunny sky, and of course on one of the sweatiest days of the year, your friends decided that they needed to drag you along with them to the annual carnival.

You didn’t really mind, the rides were far more intense than you were used to (after all, haunted houses with real ghosts add a little extra je ne sais quoi, no?), and the food was familiar in a way that a lot of other things weren’t in Twisted Wonderland. It felt strangely homey. There were food stalls, craftsmen with all sorts of wares, and tents with different displays of collections and curiosities. Just like home.

Grim was sitting on your shoulders, stuffing cotton candy into his mouth. He had already demolished his hotdog, which was a similarly sticky mess of sauce and crumpled brioche bun. You had decided that if that little troublemaker got any treat that you gave him on your hair or clothes, you were going to put him on a diet. It made your heart warm to see how happy he was at the moment, though. His ears were perky, his pupils were blown wide, and his was surprisingly well behaved when he wasn't begging for food.

Having your first-year Heartslabyul friends with you was also a treat. The best part might just be getting to see everyone in casual clothes. Tee-shirts, jean shorts, it was funny how normal and everyday it all felt. It made you feel a little better about missing home. You all looked like people that you knew in your world for once.

When Ace had asked you to go to the carnival with him… you thought it might have been a date.

Sadly, those hopes were dashed when he immediately turned around and invited Grim and Deuce along with you both. In a moment of surprising perception, Deuce tried to get Ace to go with you alone, but Ace wasn’t having it.

The result of that conversation was that Ace had got it in his head that Deuce was afraid of thrill rides. As a result, he had been putting you all through the wringer by making you all ride everything that even had the possibility of making you scream. Except Grim. He was too short for most of the rides, that lucky cat. Even so, Grim had joined you on the most recent roller-coaster, so it was amazing that he still had an appetite at this point. Especially considering how queasy you felt from the whole ordeal.

“Okay guys, how about going on the Zipper?” Ace said with a smug grin.

You had refused to go on any rides that dropped you over and over, but that was the one thing you had been able to get Ace to agree to. Looking at the chainsaw-like row of freely swinging cages makes you feel lightheaded, but it was hard to say no to Ace when his eyes were practically sparkling at the prospect.

“Fine.” You say, pressing two fingers to your temple to ease the slight inversion headache that had been building behind your eyelids. “It’s two seats, who’s going with who?”

You could feel the motion of Grim shaking his head behind you.

“I’m gonna take my sweet time finishing this treat!” He said, taking a large mouthful of a bite of his cotton candy to demonstrate his commitment.

That big of a munch seemed a little counterproductive to his statement, but you just laughed and lowered him from your shoulders to the ground.

Deuce shook his head as well.

“I am going to see the Magical Wheel’s they have on display in the presentation tents. You guys can go ahead, I don’t want to ride by myself.” He said, starting to walk away before either you or Ace could object.

“Well… just you ‘an me then, huh?” Ace asked, eyebrow raised and hands playfully tucked behind his head. “I can’t wait to hear you scream.” He giggled.

“You’ve been hearing me scream all day today, you know?” You said with a huff, joining Ace at the end of the line for the Zipper.

You weren’t thrilled to go on another ride, but being alone with Ace for the first time today was a nice perk, even if he was using the opportunity to rag on you relentlessly.

Thankfully the line was short, so while Ace had convinced you to play red hands with him (he called it ‘turning red’ hands, for some reason?) you got to the front of the queue without getting slapped too many times.

Listening to the worker giving you brief safety instructions as you both climbed into the cage, you realized that there was nothing actually separating the seats, and that the lap bar was going to be the only thing keeping you from falling head-first any time the cage spun.

You swallowed down your nervousness again. It was going to be worth it.

Even just accidentally bumping elbows with Ace while getting in your seat had already caused your heart to race, so what’s a little more adrenaline on top of that?

“You ready, baby?” Asked Ace, ruffling your hair with his hand.

Your heart almost stopped when you heard him call you by the pet name… that is until you realized that he was calling you a baby, as-in comparing you to an actual toddler. Rude.

You took the opportunity of your close proximity to tickle Ace’s ribs in revenge, and his squeaky laughter and ‘stop stop stop’s made it worth it.

“Fine! You’re big and tough, okay? You’re not a baby, sheesh.” He said, face visibly red from the giggle fit you had just subjected him to.

You nodded at his statement in satisfaction and pretended to flex your bicep at him, causing him to start laughing again.

“Okay, very scary, very buff, thank you.” Ace said, slapping his hand on your arm and acting mockingly impressed.

Goofing off with him always made you smile. It was part of why you liked him so much. It was also part of why you were so terrified to try and tell him about your feelings. What if he didn’t reciprocate? Could you even keep having silly banters like this? The thought gave your heart an uncomfortable squeeze.

There was a creaky moan of metal, and the ride finally started moving.

Ace’s grin turned into one of twisted glee as he began rocking back and forth to make the cage start rotating forward as fast as he could make it go.

All of the cute feelings you had about brushing against him while getting into the ride were immediately overshadowed by the g-force of repeatedly being slammed against Ace's side. He was doing everything in his power to make you scream louder than you had the whole damn day.

Hazarding a look at Ace’s face, your gaze met his for a moment. His eyes were crinkled in a smile, yet there was some other sort of sickly-sweet emotion oozing just below the surface. Despite the unflattering view from both your hair and clothes wildly flailing up and down, you couldn’t help but be taken by his boyish enthusiasm.

Getting more comfortable, you started helping Ace rock the cage back and forth, getting both of you to go faster and faster as your distraught screams turned into yelps and giggles of delight. It was exhilarating, and while you had your doubts before boarding the vehicle, you really were enjoying yourself now.

That is, until that metallic creak from earlier repeated, and the wind was knocked out of your lungs by the safety bar.

Both you and Ace looked at each other in surprise and then started looking at the ground below for an answer to what just happened. You could hear the chatter of a crowd below you and the worker operating the ride said something about ‘technical difficulties’.

Oh great. You and Ace were stuck at the very top of the zipper, rocking back and forth uneasily as the rest of the ride stood eerily still. Just great.

You swallowed audibly. The ride had been fun while you were in motion, but being stuck at the top and not knowing why meant you couldn't feel anything but horribly anxious.

Ace saw that you were shaking and bit his lip. He wanted to use this ride as an excuse to tease you and keep you to himself for a bit, and now you just looked miserable and sad. Just his luck.

Ace reached out his hand and gently put in on top of yours, causing you to loosen your white knuckle grip on the safety bar in surprise. You looked over at him questioningly, and were a bit taken aback by the return of that mysterious emotion behind his eyes.

“...Sorry.” Ace muttered, squeezing your hand protectively. “I was hoping to make you scared in a fun way.” He said, lightly tracing his thumb across the skin of your knuckles.

You laughed just a little. You felt much more at ease already.

“Well maybe we can figure out another way to make me scream.” You say… before it hits you just what you had implied.

“Ah! Not like! Not-!”

Ace’s shoulders were violently shaking from laughter, and he buried his face in the hand that wasn’t covering yours. The laughs started silently, but they built into bubbling hiccups of giggles. You could feel the cage shake from Ace’s laughter, but before you could get too anxious about it again, he had stilled himself.

Ace wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes, stifling more giggles.

“That’s what I love about you, you know? You always make me laugh.”

Now it was time for Ace to take his turn in immediately regretting what he said.

“Ah! No, I um-!” Ace slapped both of his hands to hide his face, shaking his head violently from side to side.

You sat completely still in shock. Did he really mean that?

“Ahhh…” Ace was trying to will himself to make an excuse, any excuse, but he was drawing a blank. His Adam's Apple bobbed with a thick swallow, and he audibly inhaled to try and start again.

“I really wanted to confess to you at the fireworks show… actually.” He said.

Ace looked so sweet in this moment, all the facade of a smug troublemaker gone, just a boy being so hopelessly lost in his feelings that he slipped up and just laid them all out on the floor.

Your heart was drumming wildly, your mouth felt dry and (for not the first time today) you felt like fainting. Was this real?

You reached over to your arm and pinched yourself. Ace didn’t look amused.

“Are ya really gonna pinch yourself and not respond! I just-!” He was shushed by you putting a finger to his lips. Words dying on his tongue, Ace fixated on how close you were and how soft the pads of your finger felt.

“I like you. So much that it hurts.” You say, revelling in the way that Ace goes almost slack-jawed at your response.

“You like me…” He repeats, seemingly in a trance from your words. Ace leans towards you with a serious look on his face.

“Say it again.”

You smile and oblige him. “I like you.”

“Again.”

“I like you, Ace.”

“Who do you like?’

“Ace, I’m gonna take it back if you don’t stop.” You say with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah… okay yeah, I just… I can’t believe it.” He said, running his fingers through his hair in a self-soothing motion. “Since when?”

You were getting annoyed.

“Since forever, okay? I’ve liked you a long time.” You reply, the tips of your ears burning at the admission. Why did he always make you feel like this?

“Okay. Me too.” Ace said after a long silence. His gaze flicked to your lips and back again. “Can I…?”

You nodded, leaning forward. You could feel his breath fan over your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your chin and…

A metallic groan jolted you forward yet again, and the ride lowered your car to the ground with an ancient moan. Flustered and surprised, both you and Ace jumped away from each other.

The attendant came over to let you out, and upon seeing your faces, gave an amused grin.

“Sorry about the wait! Took a while to get everyone down safely. You both go and get going, you hear?” The man said with a boisterous laugh.

Just as you were both exiting the car, the man says something you can’t quite hear to Ace, and his face splits into a grin.

“Thank you!” Ace says to the worker, grabbing your hand dragging you off in an unfamiliar direction.

You look at him questioningly, but Ace doesn’t look back.

“What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously.

“He told me that if we hiked to the top of that hill in the next fifteen minutes, we would get the best view of the fireworks in the whole town.” Ace replied, picking up his pace.

“Come on, let me do this whole confessing-thing right this time!”

So for context for anyone that has never seen one, I decided that Y/N and Ace went on a zipper ride! Here is a link to a video of one in action.

It’s not even that I was particularly like ‘I wanna talk about Ace’ but I just felt that this whole scenario was just too on brand for him to pass up, haha.

What did you think? I promise I will do more sexy things soon I just love the fluff too lmao

Love you, thanks for reading!

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platonic-qpr-selfshipping · 1 year

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Interest Check for an Aspec Selfshippers Digital Zine!

YES YOU READ IT WELL

I wanted to celebrate Pride in this blog somehow and what's better than doing so with other aspec people of this beautiful community by building something with our own works! I am excited to organise this but for now I'm just sharing this Interest Check Form with you to have an idea of everyone's interests, know your opinions and think about how it would work the best according to them. If enough people want to participate, the form to actually do so will be posted in Pride Month as the project is expected to start there. It would be a summer-long thing that will be available to download for free by August or so.

Here is the link to the Interest Check and also some other information that you can already find in it:

"Hello and welcome to the Interest Check of this future zine! The project is planned to start in pride month and be finished by the end of summer, so it's a summer-long project for all aspec selfshippers to enjoy and celebrate! Here are some main ideas about how it will be organised to give you a bit more of information in case you want to ask something related to these:

- I don't plan to choose a specific topic apart from Aspec selfshippers. I'd like this to be a zine for us all to freely contribute with whatever makes us happy, especially since it's our first time organising this. Maybe in the future we could choose something else for other similar projects, but for now I'd like this one to be like a welcoming white canvas for us all!

- Proshippers cannot participate. Please refrain from answering this form if you are one of them.

- NSFW content will be welcomed as long as it's tagged properly! It would be great to dedicate a part of the zine for these works if enough participants would like to contribute with NSFW pieces.

- Participants will need to have Discord as it is easier to organise something like this there than in Tumblr itself.

- I am planning on adding info of what characters' each piece is about so those who are uncomfortable sharing f/os can easily avoid other selfships with them. As it will be easier to do this at the beginning of fics and not so much in illustrations, I thought of adding these in the index, too. If you've read until here, I would appreciate to know your opinion on this and any other ideas you think would be great to add/change!

- Also this will be a free zine!!"

I also wanna thank @lost-in-azalea-forest and @wurufuluv for supporting my idea and already helping me with these first steps in organising it all, I really hope we all can enjoy this!

#f/o community #self ship community #self shipping #self ship #f/o #selfship #self shipping events #zine #fanzine #aspec community #lgbtq #self shipping community #self shipper #self shipping zine

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pearlescentmoon-enjoyers · 4 months

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pinned post!

this blog is mostly life series and hermitcraft fanart. despite the name, we will draw more than just pearl, but we definitely are not okay about her characters!!

this blog is run by two people - @golubayasoyka (#soykapost for her art on here) and @leafguyy (#leafpost for his art) we both have our personal blogs w/ art outside of hermitcraft/life series, as well as personal boundaries regarding our art, so we'll write two sections about ourselves under the cut

tag explanation-

#pearlescentmoon hcs - typically for when we add features such as mobility aids to certain au c!pearl designs. these obviously don't apply to actual cc pearl or her main canon characters. ex - leaf drawing catgirl pearl or adding canes to some designs because they make sense storywise.

#pearlescentmoon au - when we change the story of pearl's characters cause it's fun. ex - watcher pearl au, altered winners au.

leafguy ->

he/him, i'm bilingual and speak both russian and english freely! i'm autistic and minecraft has been my special interest for around 10 years now. i have some mild but progressing chronic pain, which is why many of my c!pearl designs feature her using mobility aids! (i'm projecting literally everything on her). those designs are typically au designs as they pertain to my personal interpretations/potential additions onto pearls characters' lore that are very separate from the cc pearl or even pearl's character canon (such as my alternative look at pearl's character throughout the life series). designs that are closer to pearl's own canon don't feature mobility aids. my tag in the blog is #leafpost

in my personal blog, I mostly post oc art or warrior cats fanart. i'm not very active on there at the moment, but might be posting some stuff.

don't use my art for commercial stuff, that's rude. however, personal use is fine, as long as you credit me where it is appropriate! you can freely use my designs with credit. if you're going to repost my art (which you shouldn't), at least credit this or my personal blog).

Soyka ->

she/her, I can speak both russian and english. My life (like leaf's) been mostly minecraft for past years. I am going to post daily doodles and other fun things here (like AUs!), my tag is #soykapost

In my personal blog you can find my OC art and other fandoms(there is Technoblade, TMA and other things)

Please dont use my art for commercial things, beacause that's not nice. Personal use if fine though, don't forget to credit me where it's appropriate ofc. And if you like any of my designs you can use it too, go wild!(again with credits)

If you are going to repost my art (don't do that but) at least credit this or my personal blog.

I hope you enjoy our art, have a good day!

p.s. soyka straight up copied my half of this wtf

#soykapost #leafpost #pinned post #pearlescentmoon enjoyers

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hisunfinishedsymphony · 1 month

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ㅤ 𓈒 𓉸ྀི 𝓥𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝅄 💌 ۪ ݁ 𓈒

╰⪼ ۪ ᰔᩚ ࿐࿔ 𝅄 ꒰ αᑲⱺυ𝗍 𝗒α𐓣 .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱ ۪ ݁ ۪

⤹ vienna ~ internet devotee

⤹ taken by my god , @transnpd-soot !! <33

⤹ yan / she / gore / it / nya . nyan / snuff / kill . killer / testing out more !!

⤹ professional xenogender , transid , n neopronoun hoarder / silly

⤹ pro delusion / rq / para / sweetspo ed / sh . pro / comship , complex contact . discourse dni !

⤹ cis : audhd , severe social anxiety , bpd , dyspraxia , plural , and probs more i am forgetting hehe [ intra not listed cuz too many to name ]

⤹ i use a tq and rarely pt , often only for major trigger warnings . sorry !!

⤹ i will call readers of general posts chat ! if anyone would like to be a specific name under anon please let me know [ anon list will be in masterlist which is currently a wip ]

⤹ dni / tws / tag codes below cut !!

╰⪼𐙚 ‧₊ ˚ ꒰ 𝗍α𝗀 𝖼ⱺᑯ𝖾𝗌 / 𝗍ω𝗌 .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱ ⊹ .

⤹ i am delusional and engage in behavior others may find triggering , so i have a tag system ! if i make a post with content chat finds triggering , tell me in asks / dms and i ' ll get a tag sorted out !!

⤹ 🎸 !! means Wilbur Soot / william gold . things tagged with this discuss william / wilbur and / or contain images of them . [ before judging , read to final disclaimer , or just block me and politely move on ! ]

⤹ tws for intox of any kind [ more specific in actual tags ] , vent , ed , sh , nsft , etc content are present

⤹ masterlist of tws and full tag codes as they ' re written is a wip , please be patient with me !!

╰⪼ ⊹₊ ꒰ ᑯ𐓣𝗂 / ρᥣ𝖾α𝗌𝖾 𝗂𐓣𝗍𝖾𝗋α𝖼𝗍 .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱ /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

⤹ dni if : you are a cisbigot , an anti , looking for discourse / drama , anti dsmp / mcyt , fakeclaimers / those who dont support self diagnosis , those who hate on addicts

⤹ please interact if : you like mcyts / qsmp / dsmp [ esp jack manifold , james marriot , chuckle sandwich { including charlie } , genloss , tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo ] , you want to encourage / talk about my delusions , are a fan of hamilton / undertale / serial experiments lain / super sonico / fnaf / wendigoon / phisnom or uhyeah / more that i ' m probs forgetting ehehe

⤹ even bigger please int if : cc ! mcyt / mcyt character factkins / fictkins / fictives / factives [ i am taken . play nice no weird stuff . ]

⤹ cc / c of mcyts be warned ; i am socially awkward and very obsessive , i am not trying to come off as overbearing , please plainly state boundaries and source connection / comfort discussing source first and foremost

╰⪼ 𐙚 .˚ ꒰ αᑲⱺυ𝗍 ω𝗂ᥣᑲυ𝗋 ... ꒱ ― ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

⤹ kit will only say this once . i under no circumstances supports william gold or his abuse . it is horrid and i do not ever support noncon abuse . i am an abuse victim myself . however , i have " delusions " about my relationship with Wilbur Soot [ along with many other ccs / their characters ] . this " delusion " is not up for debate , and any hate received will be blocked and reported , and have whatever was said removed . unsolicited reality checks and discussing the abuse / it ' s effects on the mcyt space without asking me for permission first are all massive triggers for me and doing so will be treated as listed above . if i want to be reality - checked i ' ll ask for it . mistakes are alright , but going out of ones way to harm me is not , and will not be tolerated .

⤹ the tag discussing william ' s treatment of shelby will be " ⤹ tw 🎸 ab !! " , although i hopes i will never have to use it . support victims .

╰⪼ ༘˚⋆ ꒰ 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍𝗂𐓣𝗀 ρα𝗀𝖾 .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱ ᯓ★ . ݁

⤹ thank chat so much for reading all the way through ! if this account is not for you that is totally fine , but please avoid reporting . instead , block me ! i block freely , and so should chat !!

⤹ please do not act a fool on this page , and stay respectful . feel free to drop an ask or dm ! responses may be slow but i promise i will try my hardest to keep up , ehehe ~ !! sorry for how long this all is by the way !

⤹ alright , buh - bye ! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)°.ﾟ<3

ㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈ウィルバーの娘 ۪ ݁ ۪

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what-the--curtains · 1 year

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Fire & Ice

Chapter 2 - Alone in a strangers land

(Robb Stark x f!Targaryen!reader)

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Summary: Altars are often associated with weddings, but they hold different meaning when sacrifices are included. As you anxiously await your marriage you quickly realize your past self must die to preserve your future reign.

Authors notes: Thank you to all who liked and shared the first chapter of this story 💕💕 I forgot to mention last time but the characters are aged up from the books! Let me know if you want a tag!

TW: Physical Abuse, Forced marriage, reader sees shadows, language

Tagged: @kittykylax @winxschester @mihrimahsultan03 @stargaryenx @the-desilittle-bird @roselibrary

Word count: 5.3k

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The Neck

The heavy cotton and wool of the clothes provided for you scratched your skin, not used to being covered by thick materials. At least you were warm. The gown was a deep blue, the bell sleeves detailed with faint silver leaves that catch the light of the fire still burning hot from the night before. The cloak was a shade or two darker, and lined with thick grey fur.

Faint, but distinct, scratches remained from where Viserys' nails had grabbed you the night before. Nothing more than a minor blemish to the untrained eye, an itch scratched too hard. You wince as your hand grazes against the area, the pain has settled deep beneath your skin's surface. Violence had thickened it, you were certain bruises were more prominent in your youth.

“Well you look presentable, not perfect but certainly good enough for here,” Visery states as he enters, equally as fidgety in the clothes lent to him. He had always appeared relatively gaunt, but the sheer bulk of the northerners' clothes drowned his slender frame. “Shall we get on with it then?” he asks impatiently, eyes gazing into the mirror behind you.

“You seem in better spirits today. Eager to see me sent to market once again,” you reply.

“A small sacrifice for the greater good,” he explains

“For your greater good perhaps but what about mine,” you question

“When I am King, you will reap the benefits. Perhaps one day I will even allow you to return across the narrow sea, take claim to the lands there,”

“I do not wish to conquer Essos,”you scoff.

“Then what did you wish for? To free them?” He tuts hands ghosting over your arms “You always were serving for the higher cause weren't you, when will you learn those below us are there for a reason,”

“It’s better than you, always looking at the big picture and failing to see the minutiae necessary to get there,” you shoot back.

Visery laughs “Well one of us has to plan for something greater, and as we both know you are incapable,”

“We are expected, we shouldn't be late,” you reply, cutting the conversation short.

Your eyes squint in the bright grey light of early winter. Visery walks ahead of you, his distance giving you an opportunity to study campgrounds. Blood spatter coated the men and the smell of death clung to the air, following them home from the battlefield. You feel their eyes on you as you walk by, perhaps the Targaryen name still held some power after all, or perhaps they simply wondered who wandered freely amongst the ranks. The walk is short but still enough to chill you. If dragons thrive on heat, this place weakend you. You’re shivering when you enter the tent, a side effect of having left some skin exposed in hopes of appeasing any complaints you may face. Men were simple enough and you found attractiveness often aided and rarely hindered situations.

“Welcome, your grace,” Catlynn says as Visery enters. Pleased with the acknowledgment of his rightful title, he takes her hand and kisses it before walking towards the back of the tent. You note the look on her features, she did not trust Visery, you would not allow that distaste to rub onto you.

“My Lady,” you repeat, curtseying.

“Lady Targaryen, how was your sleep?’ she asks

``Wonderful thank you for asking, and for providing us with our own safe place to rest. It is the warmest welcome we’ve ever received,’ you state.

“Hopefully the first of many,” she replies, gesturing to you to sit down at the large oak table.

“You have a wonderful collection of books Lady Stark,'' Visery states, as Catelynn preens your hair, hoping that your appearance would do away her son's foul mood. Another had captured his heart in the span of two days, a nurse, kind hearted, strong and stubborn a perfect match for him but lacking the bloodline necessary for victory. Despite Catelynn's repetition of this, Robb refused to accept it. His whole life she had granted her eldest son every wish, it was time he learnt of compromise, and became the man he was raised to be.

“You should see the collection at Winterfell Your Grace, you are welcome to any literature brought with us. There are even some in languages unknown to us here, having left our maester at home, perhaps you can assist us Lady Targaryen, considering your past training,” As you turn your head towards the books the scratches poke out from beneath your cloak. Catelynn's blue eyes meet yours when you turn back, but there is nothing in your face to confirm her suspicions. If you needed help you did not trust her enough to ask for it.

“I would gladly assist in any way I can My Lady, I have gotten lazy in my study of the languages and it would do me well to start again,” you reply with all the charm vacant in Visery. Perhaps jealousy was why he chose to beat his only remaining relative. She turns as one of Robbs men enters, stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes fixated on you.

Catlynns words interrupted your curtsey, “That's not him my dear,” You thank the gods for that, the man was as ugly as he was terrifying. “Ser Ashford, do you come with news or have you simply entered to stare at our guest?” she asks politely, causing the man to look down towards his feet. Perhaps he was not so brutish after all considering the faint blush apparent on his cheeks.

“The King in the North sends his apologies My Lady, but he will be unable to attend, something has come up,” he states, accent thick.

“And what has come up that is more important than welcoming his wife-to-be?” Catelynn questions, her level of anger placating Visery who had loudly snapped his book shut moments earlier.

“Wife?” Ser Ashford questions looking back to you “He went to see those injured from the last battle My Lady, to aid the medics,” he replies, speaking directly to you.

“Of that I'm sure,” Catlynn punctuates, knowing he was off where he had been painstakingly stuck for the past week. “Come now Ser Ashford, shall we fetch him together? Such attractive company should not be kept waiting, don't you agree?” she queeries, the blush returning to the knights cheeks once again.

“My Lady if he is busy,” you begin, but she interjects.

“I will not allow him to disrespect you as such,”

“Amazing feat for a king to not understand the concept of time nor his own customs,” Visery mutters between his teeth as Catlynn exits the tent.

“Visery,” you scold, in a strangers camp an insult towards their king could see you both dead by morning.

Catelynn returns with a face of thunder, though she quickly masks it with a smile, not warm but not cold either. A smile of someone still trying to figure you out. She smoothes her dress before sitting down at the table, and you follow her lead, leaving Visery to judge from afar. Not five minutes later the curtains part revealing the eldest Stark.

Blood spatter had dried on his skin intermixing with the faint freckles that dusted his face. Brown curls sit atop his head, a prominent brow lifted by a steel blue gaze so sharp it cuts you to the bone when it falls on you, he was handsome, undeniably so. The fresh growth of stubble added an unexpected ruggedness to him. He was not nearly as proper and clean cut as fairytale expectations, nor as unruly and wild as Viserys description of the northmen. His eyes turn from you to Visery whose smile had dropped. Robbs gaze returns, looking down on you with disdain. You had expected disapproval but hatred was an entirely other beast. You only prayed another bout of abuse would not be coming your way.

Robbs hands raise, gesturing irritably to his mother as if to ask why he had been summoned. Catelynn's eyes bulge out, her jaw clenched evidently disapproving her son's inexcusable lack of decorum.

“I wish to thank you, My Lord” you begin, breaking the tension that clung to the air.

“Your Grace,” Robb corrects, causing you to arch your brow, slightly bemused at the pettiness.

“Robb,” Catlynn scolds

“My Lady” you interject, maintaining composure, as Robb turns back to you “I understand and I apologise, Your Grace,” you enunciate “for interrupting your duty. It is of the utmost importance to show those injured fighting for you that you have not forgotten them. I can hardly think of a more honourable reason to have been delayed, and I am not insulted in the least. I am pleased to see a leader who shows his people such care and respect. Please take your leave, I do not wish to delay you any longer,” you finish, watching as his shoulders ease as his mouth, prepared to argue further, closes.

“Am I free to go,” he asks, looking down to his mother who begrudgingly nods. She exhales as he leaves, shaking her head.

“He will soften,” she mutters.

“He need not soften, she is difficult,” Visery states, placing the book back on the shelf “A firm hand is exactly what she needs, besides they need not love each other they simply must deal with each other until Kings Landing is safely in hand.” If the Starks were looking for a reason to distrust you they would find it in Viserys words.

“And beyond that, hopefully for many years. Unless cut short Targaryen’s are long lived believe it or not,” you reply standing from the table “Lady Stark would you do me the honour of showing me the nearby woods, I fear I am in desperate need for fresh air, no matter how cold,”

“Of course, Lord Visery, please enjoy the collection of books here, may you find some use or enjoyment in them,” he nods curtley eyes looking up at the books with his chin pointed forward. You look at Jorah as you exit the tent, your eyes telling him to ensure Viserys behaviour did not surpass anything less than respectful.

“I have caused a faint trail from my own walks. I am happy to share them with someone besides my guards. The woods have helped me in recent days,” She relays as you enter the forest. The trees here were incredibly tall and dense enough to get lost forever if you did not know your way.

“They're taller than most buildings I've seen,” you remark earnestly, in awe of the beauty of the landscape surrounding you.

“They were here long before us, and will remain long after we have all gone, I hope you will come to appreciate the beauty of the cold as I have,”

“I believe I already am My Lady, frigid as it may be I have not seen this much green in my lifetime,” you relay, “Were you frightened when you learnt you were to come to Winterfell? The Starks are the only house to bear a warning after all,”

“Perhaps the only one that needs a warning,” she chuckles, “their customs are strange unlike any other I’ve encountered, more ancient. Though, fire and blood is that not also a warning,” she asks

“More a threat, perhaps a promise though I suppose the same can be said of your house, well the house you married into. Family, duty, honour, those words run through your blood Lady Stark. From the moment I met you I knew family was everything to you. Though I have never truly known family, so perhaps I am incorrect in my assumptions,” you state

“You are exceptionally well read on the houses of Westeros, though I would expect nothing less considering you learnt from the great maesters of Essos,”

“You are very kind to say so my Lady, but I must admit most of my knowledge on northern houses came as I crossed the narrow sea,”

“I offer no praise greater than I see fit, anyone capable of mastering five languages surely holds enough intelligence to adapt to new surroundings,”

“I can hardly master one language most days,” you laugh and Catelynn smiles, despite her wariness there was a sense of comfort she found in you. A sense of hope that radiated from you, one that would benefit her son and his people in the months to come as days become shorter and life harsher.

“Do you still speak valyrian?”

“Kessa,” you reply “it is my favourite, It keeps me connected to my ancestors, to my family,”

“You handled yourself well inside, I am ashamed of my son's behaviour, it is not how I raised him. I’ve never seen him like that before, not towards undeserving people,” she replies apologetically

“I have dealt with difficult men my whole life, I have dealt with bad men for times as well, I do not believe your son to be one of them. He is evidently tormented by my presence here. I only hope annoyance is not levelled to violence,” you admit.

“He is many things, stubborn and competitive, but he does not have a cruel bone in his body. He’s always been naturally protective, especially of his siblings, he came home covered in blood and bruises one day after taking on a group of boys twice his size who frightened Sansa with nothing more than a ghost story,” you see the lines on her face appear, her smile evidence of a life full of joy, happiness etched into her from time spent with her family.

“That says a lot about a man i've come to find and I hope to meet his siblings someday,” you stop in the path, taking Catelynn's hands in yours “the return of your daughters, their freedom is my priority before the throne, before vengeance, their safety comes first lady Catlynn of that I promise you,” you relay, and she inhales nodding her head, your inflection rung true, but it was not cause for trust.

“Robb will not hurt you, he may be angry now, but his bark is worse than his bite. Though if he does, even once, you find me and I will see that it never happens again,” she assures.

“Thank you My Lady, that eases my mind greatly. Would you allow me a moment to myself, I used to ride daily in the woods, but I am lacking both a horse and an ability to withstand early morning cold, and the temperature is much more favourable now”

“Of course, I will have someone to call on you in the hour, do be careful wolves roam these parts, keep an eye out for tracks,”

“Thank you My Lady, I shall,”

“You may call me Catelynn,” she offers

“Then you must call me Rhaeanya,” you reply, watching her walk back down the trail.

Catelynn turns at the forest's entrance watching as you disappear between the trees. Visery would not be the one to lead this army, the men would see through him, see his weakness. Weakness where you had strength. She admired the seemingly calm practicality you held despite your youth and supposed naivety.

You possessed a mind of your own, reading has sharpened it and made you fast on your feet, smart enough to survive in a world built for men. All the gifts that made a man a king clung to you so obviously, as it had with Rheagar, as it had with your father before his descent into madness. Where on the scale you fell she was unsure, but one thing was certain: Rheagar had not been the last dragon.

The leaves crunch beneath your feet. You inhale, gathering the sharp air into your lungs, exhaling out through your nose. You bask for a moment in the silence, but a faint blue light appears in the corner of your eye pulling your gaze deep into the woods. From the darkness you see an arm creep around a tree, fingers as long as a forearm wrapping around the bark. Stepping forward you note two yellow orbs glowing despite the brightness of the day. A twig snaps and the figure dissipates. The hood of your cloak falls as you whip around towards the sound.

“Who goes there?” you question, attempting to level the fear in your voice. “If this is another pathetic attempt at my torture Visery it is not funny, nor is very inventive considering the horrors I know you capable of,” you declare, breaths hastening as the bushes begin to rustle.

You startle back as a huge grey mass appears, larger than any predator you had seen. You straighten your back and divert your eyes looking for an escape, any escape. But you could not outrun a wolf, let alone one of this size. It walks towards you sniffing intently but its energy is entirely placid. You lift your gaze to see Robb standing between the trees. You reach your hands out slowly, allowing the wolf to sniff it, eventually resting its muzzle in your hands.

“Quite the beast you have your grace,” You state, kneeling down to come eye to eye with Greywind, “Though you look disappointed it failed to amputate my arm. I thought direwolves were long gone” you mutter.

“I thought the Targaryens were as well,” Robb grunts out.

“That was uncalled for, Your Grace,” you reply somewhat mockingly, eyes still on the Direwolf, it wasn’t often you happened upon another of a dying breed.

“If you hoped for love then you should re-evaluate your being here, it's not too late to leave,” Robb reasons

“Love? “ you laugh turning to look at him “Who said anything about love? Love is not what I seek,”

“Then why are you here?” he asks

“You think I asked to be brought to a frozen wasteland, torn away from the only place I called home? I was not brought here on my own volition my hands, like yours are tied by family and duty,” you explain standing to full height.

“Seems your family has more to gain. Charming company you keep,” he replies, calling his Direwolf to him.

“We aren’t all afforded the luxury of a large family and his ambition is no greater than yours,” You reply, your defence of Visery burning your tongue.

“Surprised he hasn’t taken you himself, considering the lineage,” he prods.

“If you wish to shock me with the atrocities of my families lineage you’ll have to do better than that,” you reply trodding up the bank, hands clutching the trees, using them to pull yourself up “if you’d done your research you would know fowler things than incest occurred during the dragon age.”

You can feel his steel grey eyes cut into you as you ascend the slope. It has been a while since you found a worthy opponent in arguments. You never had cause to bicker with the Dothraki, and Visery argued with his fists. The air was cold, and your anger at your situation made you itch for a fight, so you pushed him further.

“Who is she then?” you ask and he turns to you, hidden anger surfacing at her mention.

“Why do you plan on having her killed?” he bites.

“That’s quite the conclusion to reach after four minutes of conversation,” you relay calmly

“I wouldn’t put it past your breeding stock,” he replies tongue circling over his teeth “my mother may have forgotten what your family did to my uncle and grandfather but I have not,”

“Nor have I forgotten that your family stood by as my entire lineage was butchered in the streets,” you shoot back, eyes interlocked “Now I will excuse myself from this conversation, it seems to have reached its natural end,” you reply hitting your shoulder into his as you pass. He grabs your arm, easily spinning you back around to face him, strength greater than Viserys, but not more than Drogo.

“I will not put up with insolence,” he snarls, eyes once again boring into yours.

“If you wish to scare me back to whence I came you’ll have to try harder than the threat of violence. I’ve been hit harder by stronger men than you,” you explain calmly, before pulling yourself free, his grip loosening at your words. Though they were a lie, Visery was weak, and Drogo never violent, but you would not allow for intimidation.

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Two days later

A banquet hall had been put up in haste, still in the throes of war, there was no need for it until now. The pristine sheets hanging along with fir branches and the last of the summer flowers were set against the blood stained soil. You glanced nervously at the structure over the past 48 hours, a dull gnawing had moved slowly throughout your body, and was currently clawing its way up your throat in an attempt to escape. By nightfall your entire body was screaming at you to cut and run.

Visery could sense your restlessness, like a horse before battle, but he had managed to keep your reigns pointed forward. The wedding dress was simple, but despite the short notice Catelynn had found a skilled hand that had taken care to weave intricate stitches along the sleeve. Dragons danced across the pale purple material, the silvers in the threads illuminating your hair, and the moonlight reflecting in your eyes.

“Do us a favour, and try not to get this husband killed,” Visery states, leading you towards the hall's entrance. “This is our last chance, no one else will have you if you fail here.”

All eyes were on you as you entered, following you as you moved towards the altar where Robb stood. All eyes save for his. You follow his gaze to a woman sitting near the back. So that was who held his heart. She could keep it for all you cared, she must know by now strategy was the only thing between you both. Candlelight warms the interior, the cold hues of the moon replaced with warm tones allowing an angelic light to settle around you.

Robb wasn’t blind, the sun had shone down on you the day you were born, a shallower man could find no flaw in you. Despite his hatred he was hard pressed to name another possessing your features, or the ability to wear them with such magnitude. He’d heard the stories of the Targaryens' beauty but he never understood why so many wrote of it until now. At another time your brashness in the woods would have intrigued him, been seen as endearing, curious even. All he could feel now was resentment, for you breaking his and Talisa's hearts. For the pain your presence caused the woman he truly loved for nothing more than a namesake, a necessary stake in a game he had started. His eyes shift to Talisa, begging for her to forgive his failures and broken promises. You looked no happier to be there. He wonders for a moment what your life had been before, what you had left behind to be here. He hardly imagined it was anything akin to his own pain.

You meet Robbs gaze for the first time since the forest. You wondered if the crowd could sense it, the hatred behind his eyes and the rage behind your own. Your old life died today, offered up for the slaughter of war. But your anger must subside if you were to be successful. Tonight you were born anew. The seven kingdoms were your families by right, and it was your duty to secure it once again, for all those dead and gone.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” the septar declares, as you look into the grey eyes of the oncoming storm.

Robb holds the cloak firmly, the fabric bunched between his clenched fists. The fabric remains bunched as it falls on your shoulder, its warm, heavy, comforting juxtaposing the energy flowing between you and Robb.

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

Your hand reaches out first, he takes it painstakingly. Neither of you breaking eye contact, seemingly trying to out last the other. The tension was palpable as the septar ties the rope around you both.

"Let it be known that Rhaeanya of the house Targaryen and Robb of the house Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The voice echoes in the tent. You can feel Talisa's eyes in the back of your head "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." You prayed eternity ended at your death or his, whichever came first.

"Look upon each other and say the words", he commands eyes interlocked in a battle, jaws clenched, hands limp only held together by the customary rope. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger.”

“I am hers…”

“I am his…”

“And she is mine.”

“And he is mine”

“Until the end of my days," you finish in unison. His eyes flit back to Talisa on the final inflection.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Robb tilts his head, kissing your cheek, eyes meeting Talisa, securing the promise made to her. The slight was obvious to everyone in the room, he had faulted you, touted you as undesirable. Rarely did a groom fail to seal the ceremony with a true kiss. He had marked you as wrong, shown how little love he had for you.

The feast is prepared as the rope is unravelled freeing you from each other, the septar hands it back to you for safeguarding. Robb’s half way out the tent before the rope is in your hands. He had left you alone, staring out into a crowd of unfamiliar faces.

An uncharacteristic wave of shame washes over you and you lower your head, following Robb out of the hall where the men feasted and laughed, eyes looking towards you as they do. Shame evolves into anger as you walk towards the tent, culminating when the entrance flaps close before you can enter, another slight witnessed by the masses.

You remember your first wedding and the similar sense of unknowing you had felt, but Drogo had shown you respect and honoured your words and decisions. His trust and actions towards you were later matched by his men. Had you been treated differently, as you had been tonight, your place in the khalasaar would have been more precarious.

Drogo showed his people what you meant to him, that you were one of them and that they would respect and fear you because they respected and feared him. Robb, whether intentional or not, had endangered you. You lift your head, no man, no matter how poorly dealt his hand in life was, would make you feel small. He did not have that right over you.

Finding the courage you had once had, sitting atop horseback alongside Drogo, you enter the tent preparing to fight for yourself, knowing no one else would. The hearth flickers as you enter. Illuminating Robbs' figure in the dark, you watch as he removes his gloves, undoing the strings on his shirt from the chair he sits in.

“Shall we get this over with,” he questions pulling off his boots

‘Get what over with?’ you spit, the tone enough to draw his gaze. Angelic features from the hall transformed under the fires glow. The warm hues reflecting the shadows of your face, revealing a danger not previously evident. ‘You will not touch me tonight or any night to come for the entirety of this contract that is our political arrangement’

He shifts up in his chair, eyes staring daggers at your rebuttal to his actions. Evidently he had expected you to be docile and gratefully accept the embarrassment he had bestowed upon you. You doubt he had ever been spoken to in such a manner, seen consequences of poor behaviour.

“Do you understand me? Breed your heir somewhere else I will not birth a child from such a hateful, dishonourable man,” you continue, tone level, atmosphere thunderous.

‘Dishonourable?’ he challenges.

‘Tonight you have embarrassed me in the most public of ways, not only have you marked me as something you are ashamed of, but as something disposable. To you, your family and the men you lead. You presented me as small and pitiful, speaking to my character when you had no right to do so,”

“Perhaps I didn’t wish to be associated with feral inbreds,” he shoots back, pulling his boots back on

‘I have no care for your good opinion, but they fight for you and die for you! They take your lead and you have shown them they can treat me like dirt. If you expect anyone in king's landing to back the Targaryen’s ascent to the throne they will not follow one deemed weak and worthless, as you have just made me out to be. I know you think me unimportant, but your family bartered this marriage for a reason,”

“My mother bartered this arrangement” he shouts standing to his feet, “My father…”

“Your father spared me and my brother, gave us a chance to live, on more than one…”

“My father hated the Targaryen’s,” he pushes, angered by his own petulant tone. He watches as you pull out the letter sent by Eddard to Catelynn, where he confessed to saving you the day he stormed Kings Landing.

“He was a good man,” you begin, as Robb shakes his head. “Not only was he honourable, but moral to the highest count. After his death your mother knew she needed a claim to the throne and unfortunately for us, I was the only way. Well myself or Visery and thank the gods your sisters were spared from him. You have the north, that is evident, but the iron throne you have no birth right to, so there will always be a reason for uprising. Always a reason for Lannister push back. If you want your sisters returned, anda free north then you need us, just as much as we need your army,”

“I need you,” he laughs maliciously, tossing the note to the side ‘If you think you can threaten me into loving you’ his words stop at the sound of your laugh.

‘You may think me silly and stupid but the notion of love is lost to me. I do not expect love from this situation. I am not some silly girl dreaming of princes rescuing me. I have seen skin melt off a man’s face, tongues ripped from throats, I have endured violations you will never understand so do not think for one second I am someone to be walked over, and made a fool. No love was never expected, what was… what was expected, was a respectful and honourable person as I had heard was as true of you as it was of your father. Evidently Jorah was mistaken. You are no different than any other power hungry, war mongering, would be king who takes pleasure in belittling those he deems not worthy.”

“You have no right to speak about my father like you knew him, after what your family did. I should have married Talisa when I still had the chance,”

“And I wish you had, by the gods I wish you had. Sleep with whoever you please, be in love with whomever you please I encourage it for you will not find it with me, not in this life time and certainly not in the next,” finally you exhale

“Is that all My Lady,” he punctuates sarcastically.

“Yes that is all, Your Grace,” you spit back, as he walks towards you, undeterred by your stare.

“Good, I have more pleasant business to attend to,” he whispers in your ear before exiting the tent.

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alpha!Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader — sequel to Reach Out

Tags smut, mating cycles/in heat, post order 66, unprotected piv sex, breeding/pregnancy kink, extremely little plot aside from a luke visit lmao, no y/n

Word count 3.5k

You're settling in on Tatooine, leading a simple yet happy life with Obi-Wan as your mate. One day, he lets you properly see a certain part of his life — the main reason for him being on Tatooine in the first place — leading the two of you to decide to take your relationship another step further.

ao3

Once your heat fades, there isn’t a lot that changes on the surface in your life on Tatooine; you still get up early every morning to do your old Jedi routine; you still make biweekly trips to Anchorhead for supplies; you still take the opportunity to spar with Obi-Wan. The key difference, of course, is the new level to your relationship. When you get up early every morning, it’s in the same bed as Obi-Wan, being held in his arms. During your trips to Anchorhead, things seem slightly less tense — people can tell that you’re a mated pair, and (as unfortunate as it is that this is the case) treat you with less suspicion, and birth control is added to your shopping list. After your sparring sessions with Obi-Wan, you can hardly keep your hands off one another in a completely different way.

On the whole, you feel a certain kind of happiness that you haven’t felt in years. There are still certain things which are difficult for you both to discuss, but Obi-Wan is becoming more comfortable with opening up, and so are you.

One day he takes you to see Luke.

You’d discussed it the night before, Obi-Wan having offered to show you where the boy and his family live so you could see how they’re doing. While you were never exactly friends with Skywalker, you know that he means a lot to Obi-Wan, and appreciate his willingness to let you into that part of his life.

You wake up at your usual time, but for once Obi-Wan is already up and about, not having waited for you before getting out of bed. He’s sitting outside but not meditating when you find him, and you place a hand on his shoulder when you approach from behind.

“Are you alright?”

He turns to give you a soft smile. “I’m okay, thank you.”

“Still sure about today?”

“I am. You deserve to get to see him.”

You sit down next to him, and rest your head on his shoulder. “Want to meditate together? Skip the katas, and maybe spar later when we get back?” Every so often, you and Obi-Wan meditate together, allowing your Force signatures to freely mingle and using each other to ground yourselves.

“That would be nice.”

You both move so you’re sitting back to back, and you relax against Obi-Wan. There’s something you love about leaning back against him, feeling his strong back against you almost like an anchor, a more physical reminder of his presence than just the feeling of his Force signature.

The joined meditation session leaves you feeling calm and relaxed, and it seems it helps Obi-Wan too. The slight air of off-ness that he had before is gone, and it feels as though he is in a good mood as you both prepare and eat your breakfast.

“How far is it to travel?” you ask.

“Not too far. Especially now that we have the speeder.” You’d brought some spare credits with you to Tatooine, and recently spent some of them on getting a relatively cheap speeder from Anchorhead, which has made travelling a lot easier. You’ve kept the eopie still — she’s useful to have for milk, with you not having a bantha — and she no doubt appreciates the extra rest she’s getting. “Probably won’t be longer than an hour or two round trip.”

The proclamation of the trip taking an hour or two confuses you when, after only twenty minutes of driving, Obi-Wan parks the speeder and leads you up a relatively steep hill. “The farm is over there. Owen — Luke’s uncle — doesn’t exactly want me to spend any time with Luke, so I try to keep my distance.” He pulls out a pair of binoculars, and looks through them to the small set of buildings in the distance for a few seconds, before handing the binoculars to you.

You look at the house, quickly identifying the small boy running around outside. “Luke is the one running around?” you ask.

“He is,” Obi-Wan says, a tinge of almost unidentifiable sadness in his voice. You watch as he runs into the arms of a woman, who gives him a hug and says something to him that you obviously can’t make out.

“Who’s the lady he’s with?”

“Beru. His aunt; she married Anakin’s half-brother.”

You don’t say anything for a while, only handing the binoculars back to Obi-Wan so he can watch Luke for a little longer. You both wind up sitting down next to one another, taking turns to look through the binoculars until Luke disappears inside with Beru and Obi-Wan puts the binoculars away.

“Do you wish you could be the one to raise Luke instead?” you ask somewhat tentatively, not sure how Obi-Wan would respond to such a question.

He doesn’t respond immediately, but just as you’re about to apologise he speaks. “I don’t really know. Of course, it’s not as though I haven’t thought about it. Having children, I mean. And I was tempted to raise Luke and his sister as my own.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“They’d be more at risk if they were together. I have a friend who’d always wanted a daughter, and would be in a good position to raise her, and I thought Luke deserved to be with his family. And- well, if it got out that a famous Jedi General and Anakin Skywalker’s child were together, we’d be hunted down almost for certain. The bounty would be ridiculous.”

“But you’re still on Tatooine.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “I am. Just because I can’t raise Luke doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. Tatooine is a dangerous place, and… well, if he’s anything like his father then he’ll be very strong in the Force. One day, he’ll need to be trained.”

“Do you think Owen will let you?”

“Honestly… I don’t. But there will come a time when Luke has to make his own decisions, and it is only fair that he gets the chance to choose the life that his father before him lived.”

“I suppose that makes sense. It’s a shame that you can’t see him properly now, though.” You think of Obi-Wan as a father — not exactly an uncommon thought now that the two of you are mated — and your heart aches for him. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a really good dad, if you did raise him. Or anyone, for that matter.”

He turns to meet your gaze with a soft smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.” He pulls you into an embrace so that you’re leaning into his side, and presses a light kiss to your forehead.

“Have you ever considered…” you pause, staring straight ahead, recognising the somewhat monumental nature of the question. “Having a child of your own one day?”

To his credit, Obi-Wan’s surprise at the question is very well masked, and he doesn’t pull away. “I- well, I suppose I must have, yes.”

“Do you think you would like to?”

“If I believed they could live a good, safe life — I would like to.” He turns to face you again, a meaningful expression on his face. “What about you?”

You swallow. “I would too.”

“What do we do about this then?” he asks.

“I- I don’t know.”

“Would you be comfortable raising a child where we are now?”

You think about it. Perhaps they wouldn’t have a life comparable with your childhood in the Temple, but you’re not in massive danger when you’re in your hut. The Inquisitors seem to have stayed away from Tatooine, and though you’d need to find a steadier stream of income to give them everything they needed, you can’t think of any particular reason why you can’t have a child with Obi-Wan.

It helps that you really, really want a child with your mate.

“I would be if you were.”

He smiles. “It would be difficult at times. But… I think we could make it work.”

With the decision to have a child with Obi-Wan made, it feels like your relationship deepens yet further. You stop taking your birth control, and though you wouldn’t exactly describe yourselves as ‘trying’, you aren’t not trying in the same sense. You suppose that you’re essentially waiting for either of you to go into a heat or rut for anything to really happen — and it turns out you only have to wait a few weeks more in that regard.

You had half-guessed that you’d have another heat before Obi-Wan had a proper rut of his own, given their typical infrequency, but your irregular heats — a side effect of having taken suppressants for several years — strike again. Or rather, don’t strike at all.

You wake up one morning in Obi-Wan’s embrace, feeling him pressed hard against you. Normally, you wouldn’t bat an eye at this, but it’s the difference in his scent and Force signature which makes you pause. His alpha scent is even stronger than usual, arousal clear in the air, and kriff, his thoughts. The rut must be having an effect on his shields as his mind is wide open, displaying his every fantasy of pinning you down and fucking deep into you, again and again until his seed took.

He’s grinding his hips against you unconsciously, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, slick beginning to pool between your thighs. “Obi-Wan?�� you ask, in an attempt to wake him up. “Alpha?”

You notice him slowly regain consciousness, his grinding against you slowing (although he keeps his hips pressed against yours) as he realises what he’s doing. “Omega?” he says, voice rough from sleep, the sound of it in your ear sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Good morning,” you say quietly. “How are you feeling?”

“Excellent question,” he says with a quiet laugh. “I think you might already have an idea.”

You smile. “Maybe. I am going to go and make you some breakfast, to help keep you going.” You go to move, but Obi-Wan keeps holding you close to him, unwilling to let you go. “Honestly, alpha, I’ll be fine without you for two minutes.”

He growls softly, not exactly threateningly, but you try to release calming pheromones anyway. “I’ll come too.” It’s said quietly, but firmly; there’s no room to disagree, even if you would have preferred for him to stay in bed.

He eventually seems to realise that he needs to release you if either of you want to be able to get up, and closely follows you into the other room as you go to make some food. You’re quickly reminded of the reason for you wanting Obi-Wan to stay in bed — the smell of strong, aroused alpha is inescapable as you try to get breakfast, and it’s beginning to have more of an effect on you.

After turning the kettle on to make some tea, Obi-Wan turns and pushes you against the counter, pressing a forceful kiss to your lips that makes you weak at the knees. You’re grateful for his arms holding you in place as you practically collapse against him, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal hard against you as he licks into your mouth.

“Come on, omega,” he mutters. “I could fuck you right here. Just bend you over the counter, it would be so easy, I can already smell how wet you are-”

His offer is seeming more and more tempting, but you remind yourself that your priority should definitely be having something to eat now — you’ll both be out of action for a while, and the last thing you want is a hangry alpha in rut on your hands. You push gently against Obi-Wan’s chest, trying to discourage him, although it is rather difficult to talk with the way he’s sucking at your neck, right over where he sealed you as his during your last heat.

“Not yet, alpha,” you get out. “Soon, I promise. Don’t you want tea?”

“I want you,” he insists, but steps away nonetheless. “This tea had better be good.”

The tea is satisfactory, after all, though you don’t think Obi-Wan is paying much attention to its taste as he gulps it down as quickly as he can without scalding his mouth, switching between taking a drink from his mug and eating the toast you’d made for you both. He finishes before you, unsurprisingly, and as soon as his hands are free he pulls you even closer to him — the only way he seems to be content to eat breakfast is to do so with you sitting in his lap as you eat too — and resumes his kisses to your mating gland.

The second you finish eating — you’re getting impatient too, now — you twist around in his lap so that you’re straddling him, and kiss him properly again. You writhe slightly in his lap, creating fiction against his erection and the feeling of it making you aware of how wet you are. The kiss leaves you breathless, and even if you couldn’t feel Obi-Wan’s desire clear in the Force and through his scent, the way he looks at you when you come apart would tell you all you need to go.

“I’m ready, alpha,” you say. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

He laughs, the sound of it rough. “I never stop wanting to fuck you, my omega.”

And he keeps his grip on you strong as he stands up, carrying you through to the bedroom. It’s a typical display of alpha strength, one that you both love; it makes your alpha feel powerful, and to a certain extent it makes you feel more safe, like you’re protected in his arms. Your rational brain knows that you can protect yourself, of course, but your rational brain is rarely in charge when you’ve just had Obi-Wan’s lips on yours.

He puts you down on the bed and is immediately on top of you, caging you in his arms. He only now seems to realise that you’re still in your pyjamas, and of course that’s unacceptable, so he starts ridding you of your clothes. You help him along, and soon you’re chest to chest, the feeling of his bare skin against yours increasing your anticipation for what’s to come.

Obi-Wan moves to pull your thighs apart, and completely without warning goes to taste your slick, licking a stripe up your cunt. The feeling of his tongue combined with his beard against his sensitive skin draws a loud moan from you, and when he pulls away, his beard looks wet with your slick. “Just wanted a taste before I fuck you,” he says. “Can you turn over for me, omega?” You oblige him, twisting over onto your front. “Now present.” The slight alpha command that he’s laced into what he says is almost definitely an accident, but you don’t care either way, arching your back immediately, baring yourself for your alpha and angling your hips up towards him so he can see how much you want him.

“Good girl,” he says, using one hand to grip your hips while the other one puts his own cock into place by your cunt. “My perfect omega,” he adds as he sinks into you in one powerful thrust. It’s easier for him to do so than you’d have expected, especially given you’re not in a proper heat by now, but you don’t care, the two of you both moaning at the feeling of his cock sliding into you.

During the other times that the two of you have had sex, it’s been passionate, sure, but it feels like there’s something different about it this time as Obi-Wan begins his brutal pace. There’s never quite been this need before, as even when you first got together during your heat there was still a slight element of unsureness, of newness. Now that you’ve done this quite a few times, your pre-existing comfort with one another means there’s nothing stopping your alpha taking what he needs, and kriff, does he take.

It isn’t long before you feel like even more of a mess inside, moans thoughtlessly ripped from your mouth due to Obi-Wan’s movements. You’re grateful that your chest was already pressed against the mattress, otherwise you’d surely be collapsing against it, and it helps too that Obi-Wan is still keeping one hand tightly gripping your hip — you’re sure to feel bruised tomorrow, but you don’t care about that. His other hand is on top of one of yours, your fingers intertwined; you can see it when you look down, a reminder of how large his hands are compared to yours.

“Kriffing hells, omega,” Obi-Wan gets out. “Feel so good-”

All you can say in response is alpha — Obi-Wan seriously limits your vocabulary sometimes — as you attempt to push back against him even further, wanting more of his length inside you, more of these addictive sensations. Your alpha’s chest is against your back, now, and he nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder. He presses kisses to the area, barely touching your mating gland — you hadn’t thought he’d be capable of such teasing while in the throes of his rut, but there you go — and it only drives you further into arousal. Especially when you feel the very beginnings of his knot swelling inside you.

“Alpha-” you gasp, “Knot me, please.”

“You want my knot, omega? Want me to fill you up?” You gasp out another please, and Obi-Wan laughs, the sound coming out rough. “You can ask me more nicely than that, come on sweetheart.”

“Please, Obi-Wan, alpha, please knot me. I’ll do anything, just want your come inside me, please-”

Another laugh. “So desperate for my come. It’s alright, omega, I’ll fill you up. Give you my pups.” You can’t help but clench even tighter at that, and you begin to properly feel your alpha’s knot now. “Oh yes. Can’t wait to see my omega all full and pregnant with our children- really show everyone that you’re mine- kriff, you’re perfect.”

You’re reduced to a state of begging again, reminded of the other purpose of yours and Obi-Wan’s coupling today. The hand that was at your hip comes to grasp one of your breasts, teasing the nipple in the way he’s learned that you like. “These will swell too, won’t they? Full of milk for our pups — I bet you’ll taste even more perfect here.”

His Force signature is engulfed in flaming arousal, his hips moving as surely as ever, only held back slightly by his knot beginning to catch at your entrance. It’s getting bigger now, and you can’t wait to feel him stuck deep inside you once more.

“I love you, omega,” he says, his voice shifting slightly away from his previous tone. “So much.”

You respond with your own barely coherent declaration of love as Obi-Wan seals himself fully inside you, lightly attempting to pull out but no longer being able to. He comes with a moan of his own, arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you in closer to him, and he projects the way he feels so strongly across your bond that you have no choice but to come too.

You’re both used to moving around while he’s knotted you now, and relatively easily manage to move so that you’re lying on your sides. Obi-Wan presses light kisses to your mating gland and one hand soothingly strokes up and down your side, feeling much calmer in the Force — and less intense in his scent — now that his rut isn’t having such an influence on him.

“I like how you’re relaxing me when you’re the one in rut,” you say with a smile.

“I’m just that good,” he says, and you can just tell by the way he sounds that he’s grinning. “How are you feeling, little one?”

“Wonderful. Tired. How are you, Obi-Wan?”

“Much better. Perfect, actually. I really am excited to raise a child with you, omega. Slightly scared, but excited.”

“What if this one doesn’t take?” you ask quietly.

Obi-Wan presses another kiss to your mating gland. “Then we’ll keep going. Practice isn’t a hardship, after all. And- well- I hope you know that no matter what, I’m happy with you. You. You’ve made my life feel whole again.”

“Obi-Wan… Kriff, I love you.” You feel warm, and oh-so right to be here with Obi-Wan. It’s somewhat awkward given your positioning, but you just about move your head so that you can kiss your alpha properly. “At least I can say it properly, now.”

He laughs. “I certainly wasn’t complaining about the way you were saying it before.” You find yourself yawning, and Obi-Wan lightly squeezes your hip. “Maybe we can nap for a bit while my knot goes down. We’ll need our rest before I get all rut-y again.”

You smile. You weren’t expecting to feel as tired as you do right now, but you realise that you really could do with a nap. “Okay, alpha.”

Excited for the future that the two of you will have, you allow yourself to fall into a light but pleasant sleep, feeling safe and comfortable in your alpha’s embrace.

I cannot escape the alpha obi-wan brainrot atm. I hope you enjoyed it though, thank you for reading! <3

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