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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted / Jesse Burton The Miniaturist / Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome / Trista Mateer / Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure" / Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun / Mitski I Will / unknown / Ron Hicks The Embrace / unknown

i. Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted [ "You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything. ]

ii. Jesse Burton The Miniaturist [ You are sunlight though a window, which I stand in, warmed. ]

iii. Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome [ A woman lovingly looks down at a man who's laying on her lap. They sit on a sill together. The woman is wearing a white dress and has a red jacket draped over her crossed legs. The man wears a business suit and has one foot over his knee. ]

iv. Trista Mateer [ "In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch." ]

v. Louise Gluck Epithalamium [ "'Here is my hand,' he said. 'Here is my hand that will not harm you.'" ]

vi. Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun [ A man and a woman lay in a field. The woman wears a white dress. The man has a white shirt and tan pants. The man leans over the woman's stomach, resting his head on his arm. They hold hands over her body. They look at each other lovingly. ]

vii. Mitski I Will [ I will wash your hair at night / And dry it off with care / I will see your body bare / And still I will live here ]

viii. [ A man and a woman sit in a field. They both wear dark clothing. The man's face is not visible. The woman looks over her shoulder towards the audience. ]

ix. Ron Hicks The Embrace [ A man and a woman kiss in front of a balcony. They both wear dark clothing. They cling to each other's bodies. Behind them, two birds press their beaks together. ]

x. [ "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to. ]

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libinih28 · 8 months

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"You could no more stand against such a thing than stem the sea."

-- Madeline Miller, Circe

"I can't stop her any more than I can stop a storm with my bare hands."

-- Janella Angeles, Where Dreams Descend

#circe #madeline miller #where dreams descend #janella angeles #web weaving

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rubyreduji · 10 months

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(🎤) — most popular, (🎸) — personal favorite

other masterlists

LEE SEOKMIN

★ color me crazy (for you)

➥ 2.4k, fluff ➥ you've had a bad day, a bad week, at least you have seokmin there to help you impulsively dye your hair

★ overworked

➥ 2.6k, fluff, ft. platonic!jihoon ➥ seokmin just wants you and jihoon to take a break

★ balancing life

➥ 2.1k, fluff, angst ➥ surprisingly, life and death go hand and hand

boyfie seokmin + face riding (smut)

dilf seokmin x daughter's teacher reader (smut)

boyfriend seokmin x small tits reader (smut)

KIM MINGYU

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. minghao ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ take care of you

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ even when you are going on a date, mingyu is there to take care of you

★ lick the bowl clean

➥ 1.5k, fluff ➥ late night baking heals the soul, especially when done with a friend

★ good to be bad

➥ 10.2k, fluff, descendants!au, ft. wonwoo ➥ moving to auradon brings many new things, good and bad

★ a sheep in wolf's clothing 🎤

➥ 7.2k, smut ➥ kim mingyu is the biggest player on campus, so why is he coming to you for sex help

★ work husband

➥ 1.7k, fluff, ft. wonwoo ➥ your two coworkers get a bit too involved in becoming your “work husband”

★ my boyfriend's in a band

➥ 4.2k, fluff, minor angst ➥ there are many things you hate about your boyfriend

★ beach boobs babes 🎤

➥ 1.3k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu goes to the beach to cool down, but things only heat up

★ ice cream(ed)

➥ 1.8k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu really does try to be respectful, but it’s hard when you keep teasing him with his two favorite things: food and you

newlywed drabble (flluff)

XU MINGHAO

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. mingyu ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ opposites attract

➥ 1.8k, smut ➥ you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

★ apple of my eye

➥ 2.4k, fluff, descendants!au ➥ minghao’s arrival to auradon changes your life as you know it, and not just because he’s the son of the woman who poisoned your mother

minghao buying you the moon

BOO SEUNGKWAN

★ caught on camera

➥ 7.9k, smut ➥ being a cam girl is great, that is is until you have to consider your roommate

★ at the top

➥ 2.8k, angst w/ a happy ending ➥ it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

★ chicken

➥ 1.9k, smut ➥ the teasing between you and your best friend gets taken a bit too far

VERNON CHWE

★ high and fucked 🎤

➥ 2.8k, smut ➥ hansol is nothing to you but your ex-boyfriend’s roommate, but you still find yourself alone with him while you get high together

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. chan ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ he was a skater boy

➥ 3.6k, slice of life ➥ your skater boy best friend asks for your help to get with the head of the dance team

★ like a deja vu of heaven

➥ 4.4k, angst ➥ you meet your soulmate in a dream

★ weave your little webs of opacity

➥ 3.4k, fluff, spiderman!au ➥ vernon hates keeping secrets from you, but there's one big one he can't spill

★ the valentine's day date

➥ 2.8k, fluff ➥ the guys are determined to find vernon a date for valentine’s day

★ i like you, do you like me?

➥ 1.4k, fluff ➥ vernon knows you two will be best friends no matter what, so why is it so hard to tell you he likes you?

studio sex ft. jihoon (smut)🎸

vernon + spanking (smut)

reacting to you limping the morning after (smut)

LEE CHAN

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. vernon ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ concealed zippers

➥ 3.4k, smut ➥ you ask your best friend to zip your dress up

★ friends don't

➥ 3.3k, angst ➥ you and chan are friends, but friends don't do what you do

★ now spit, baby

➥ smau one-shot, smut ➥ you accidently send a meme to the wrong person, fortunately for you it sparks a conversation

★ do not touch

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

★ sweat pumpin', heart thumpin'

➥ 4.0k, smut ➥ when you get horny at rehearsal you want nothing more than to go home and take care of your problem, but you get stopped when chan asks you to run a dance with him, in the end you find a way to help each other out

★ omega envy

➥ 3.2k, smut, a/b/o ➥ chan goes into rut while you two are wrestling and you offer to help him out

warm bodied chan x cold reader (smut)

#rubyreduji #masterlist #seventeen #seventeen fanfic

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lsleofthelost · 3 months

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we can meet in the space between

descendants 2 (dir. kenny ortega)

space between - sofia carson and dove cameron // the goldfinch - donna tartt // space between - sofia carson and dove cameron // what was missing - ana carrizo // isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // the pillowcase - annelyse gelman // you know who i am - leonard cohen // leaves of grass - walt whitman // i'm your girl - sofia carson and dove cameron // your love finds its way back - sierra demulder // poem of the end - marina tsvetaeva (trans. elaine feinstein, with angela livingstone) // space between - sofia carson and dove cameron // this is how you lose a time war - amar el-mohtar and max gladstone // the collected poems - george seferis (trans. edmund keeley and philip sherrard // little women (dir. Greta Gerwig) // much ado about nothing - william shakespeare // a self portrait in letters - anne sexton // space between - sofia carson and dove cameron //

#omg i wanted to make a full on malvie progression one but it got away from me so this is all just space between #its such a love ballad and that whole sequence has driven me mad ever since i first saw it #descendants #descendants web weaving #mal #evie #malvie #mal x evie #mal daughter of maleficent #evie daughter of the evil queen #mine*

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itsalwaysforyou · 1 year

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one trick ahead of disaster

kenny ortega, descendants / alan menken, one jump ahead (reprise)

#HI. ITS ME. THE GUY WHOS BONKERS OVER JAY ALADDIN PARALLELS #this came to me in a vision #i just think!!!!!!! that jay inadvertently being like aladdin!!!!!#the charming thief. deeply lonely and insecure. protective. gets seriously fucked up by jafar. etc #no but seriously like. like #your father never sees you as his son; only his worst enemy #your fate was decided long ago. this was inevitable #jafar seeing his offspring has some distorted mirror to the boy who bested him. he becomes determined to never let that happen again #(which of course doesn’t work. jay is wily and quick and everything aladdin is. ie everything jafar isn’t)#these two halves of a coin constantly straining against each other #no jay without jafar no jafar without jay no aladdin without jafar no jay without aladdin. you know #they’re both street rats. both stealing because they have to. GHHGGHH THEY. ARE SO SIMILAR. EXPLODES #i was trying to keep my tags eloquent but i CANT #anyway i will shut up now!!!!!! i’m #i’m too insane!!!!!!!#descendants #jay son of jafar #descendants web weaving #shining pearls

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harryuma · 1 year

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positions - ariana grande / descendants 3 (2019) dir. kenny ortega / kiss of life - sade

#audrevie #audrey x evie #descendants #descendants web weaving #web weaving #mine #its truly evil that they didnt get more interactions in the movies so this is my crumbs for the audrevie nation 😔

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alchemax-genetics-division · 10 months

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The Parenting Habits of one Miguel O'Hara

Continuation of Sleeping Habits || Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara || Gen

This is for my beloved wife @virgo-dream, who begged me to write Daddy!Miguel (no, not like that, get your mind out of the gutter). Beloved, I hope you enjoy this when you wake up (and if I don't get the chance to tell you before you read this, I hope you had a wonderful night's sleep)! I love you, my dear, and I hope this lives up to your expectations! For everyone else, I also hope you enjoy this continuation!

Peter had, perhaps innocently, perhaps idiotically, assumed that he had learned everything there was to learn about Miguel O'Hara. It had been months since he had unearthed (and kept) the secret of his sleeping habits, animalistic and clingy as they were, and they had fallen into somewhat of a routine since then. More often than not, Peter would crash at HQ, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, only woken by the cries of his daughter or his boyfriend falling into bed on top of him. The latter was far more easily rectified than the former; indeed, the latter required no rectification at all, simply a pair of arms to wrap Miguel in and the work of a moment to slip back into unconsciousness.

Mayday's midnight screaming, however, was more difficult to deal with. MJ had always been better at quieting their daughter back down; it was almost magic the way she could weave a calming story within moments, leaving a soundly-sleeping Mayday in her crib mere minutes later. Peter had never had such luck. He tried singing (badly, which seemed to do more harm than good), reading stories (including the voices, which delighted Mayday, but didn't exactly put her in a sleeping mood), and pacing the tiny length of his living quarters, rocking her futilely (which only served to make her cry harder). It had gotten to the point where, on nights when May was taking up residence in the crib that had been installed in Peter's HQ quarters specifically for her, Peter expected to be woken up by her plaintive cries at least once, sometimes more.

Which was why confusion and panic descended, one after the other in lightning-fast succession, when he woke up one night to complete silence.

At first, his sleep-starved brain struggled to find a reason for his sudden bout of wakefulness. The apartment was still dark, the only light coming from a small nightlight next to Mayday's crib. A quick sweep of the room revealed nothing amiss; his and Miguel's spider-suits slung over the back of the single chair, right where they had left them; the door's deadbolt still locked in place, a lock that had no doubt been picked by Miguel when he had joined Peter and Mayday in their tiny sanctuary hours ago.

Miguel.

Miguel was missing.

As soon as he noticed it, he kicked himself for not noticing sooner. Miguel was conspicuously absent and Peter suddenly felt chillingly bereft. Adrenaline flooded his veins and he threw off his blanket, still warm from the radiator he called his boyfriend, and sprung out of bed. His racing heart was thunder in the quiet apartment, punctuated only by the rasp of his breath echoing in his own head.

"Shhh."

The hushing sound, long and low and oddly ominous, cut through the noise and Peter honed in on the dark shape looming in the corner next to Mayday's crib.

The dark shape looming in the corner holding his daughter.

The figure's legs were cast in subtle blue light courtesy of the nightlight, and Peter could make out a pair of arms cradling Mayday's tiny body. The figure was staring down at her, head tilted just so, angled so that Peter couldn't see any defining features. Immediately, his heart kicked up again, every paternal instinct woven through his very being screaming to rescue his daughter from the arms of the intruder. He took two bounding steps, web slingers at the ready to restrain the stranger in his bedroom, his muscles bunching in anticipation of a fight.

And then the stranger turned, lifting his head, and Peter found himself face to face with Miguel.

"Peter?"

"Miguel," Peter breathed, lightheaded with relief and the knowledge that he had been mere milliseconds away from attacking his own boyfriend.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"Nothing," he said, "I just thought-"

His gaze flicked down to Mayday as she twisted in Miguel's arms, undoubtedly seeking out the same warmth that Peter himself gravitated towards and Miguel's eyes followed the movement. His nostrils flared, no doubt smelling the adrenaline and panic that was washing off of Peter in waves and realization dawned on his face, his softly glowing eyes widening in alarm at the implications.

They both opened their mouths at the same time, quick to attempt to clarify the situation.

"Mig, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No, it's okay, Pete, I shouldn't have-"

Silence descended and Peter sank into the chair, exhaustion suddenly catching up to him. He relaxed infinitesimally at the warm, heavy hand that came to a rest on his shoulder. He glanced up into the soft face of his boyfriend, a love-swathed expression that always made him weak at the knees. Few had ever seen Miguel so tender, so warm, and Peter was always achingly aware of the fact that Miguel's trust wasn't easily earned.

"I'm sorry," he said, because he still felt horrible for nearly jumping his own boyfriend in an instinct-driven panic, but Miguel shook his head slightly, a lock of hair falling across his forehead at the movement.

"Peter, I was once a father too. I understand. God knows what I would've done if I had ever seen a large figure standing over Gabriella's bed in the middle of the night. Even my own brother wouldn't have survived it."

"Hey, I like your large figure," Peter protested half-heartedly, picking at the easiest thread. Miguel only snorted softly in response. By now, he was used to Peter's humor-laced avoidance.

"What happened?" Peter asked, after a beat. His pulse and breathing were slowly calming, gentled by the quiet peace that suffused through the room and Miguel's solid, pacifying presence.

"She started to fuss, a couple of hours after I got here," Miguel said softly. "I didn't want her to wake you up, so I got up to-"

At that moment, Mayday wriggled in the crook of Miguel's arm, scrunched up her eyes and puffy cheeks, opened her tiny mouth, and let out a piercing wail.

"Fuck," Peter swore without heat. "I have a bottle around here somewhere-"

"She's already been fed," Miguel said. "I think she wants you."

He held her out, his massive hands cradling her body as gently as a live landmine, and Peter's heart flipped in his chest.

"No," he protested, "I've never been good at quieting her, MJ's always the one who gets her back to sleep. If you give her to me, we'll all be up for hours."

"Hours?" Miguel exclaimed. "She settled down right away earlier."

"Well, keep doing whatever you were doing, Magic Mike."

"I was just singing," he said, tucking Mayday back against his chest.

"Then she likes your singing a lot better than mine," Peter chuckled, "because my singing only makes her cry harder."

Miguel shot Peter a disbelieving look before returning his attention to the child in his arms. He dwarfed her, and the size difference between them would've been comical if not for the adoration on Miguel's face as he gazed down at her. Then, he opened his mouth, and Peter was suddenly very glad to be sitting down, because the sound that dropped from Miguel's lips would've brought him to his knees.

Miguel's singing voice was one of the most gorgeous things Peter had ever heard. It was at once so similar and yet so different from his normal speaking voice, soft and throaty, and Peter's heart spasmed in his chest, as if it were trying to escape the bone bars of his ribs, trying to get as close to the love of his life as possible. He watched as Miguel started swaying from side to side, still crooning in subdued Spanish. Mayday quieted almost immediately, which would've allowed Peter to pick out the words if he had spoken a lick of Spanish. Instead, he simply admired the way his boyfriend's lips curled around the unfamiliar syllables, the way his boyfriend's eyes softened impossibly as he gazed down at his daughter, the way his boyfriend's hand cupped Mayday's head of wild curls in his palm, as gentle as morning light.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre Siguen andando y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

By the end of the third stanza, Mayday had fallen back into silence and by the sixth, she had fallen back into deep sleep. Peter, too, had nodded off several times during Miguel's quiet performance and when he tapered off, letting his voice ease back to quietude, Peter blinked up at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. He watched Miguel place Mayday back into her crib, impossibly delicate.

"You always were," he whispered, nearly a soundless breath. Miguel set an adorable confused gaze on him, exhaustion pulling at his features. "You said you had been a father once," Peter clarified. "But you always were. And as long as you stick around, you'll always be Mayday's dad."

Miguel's face cracked open in shock, his lips parting and his eyebrows raising of their own accord. Peter wordlessly raised an arm, an invitation, or maybe a demand. Either way, he got what he wanted, because Miguel took his hand and pulled him out of the chair and towards their bed, instantaneously wrapping him in a vice grip.

"What was the song about?" Peter used precious breath to ask.

"Us," Miguel mumbled, reverently, into the crook of his neck, and the remaining air in Peter's lungs left in a whoosh. Even as Miguel relaxed against him, his breath evening into the rhythm of sleep, Peter stayed awake, his mind racing, his chest fit to burst with the love contained within the confines of his ribs.

He had, perhaps innocently, perhaps idiotically, assumed that he had learned everything there was to learn about Miguel O'Hara. But as he ran his hand along his sleeping boyfriend's spine, rucking up his shirt, making him snuggle impossibly closer, he knew that Miguel had a lifetime of surprises, and Peter would gladly spend the rest of his lifetime discovering them.

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Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!

Just as before, if you would like to show your support via kudos/comments, this chapter is posted on AO3 here!

#across the spiderverse #spider-verse #spiderdads #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x peter b parker #spiderman 2099 #fluff #domestic fluff #Miguel O'Hara is a good dad #Peter B Parker is a good dad #just a couple of spidermen being good dads #mayday parker #coparenting #probably out of character but i don’t care #slightly canon compliant

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nahoney22 · 10 months

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Hi Honey ! I hope you're all right and congrat for the 3K ! ♥ A angst/fluff F!Reader x Crosshair "You're not alone. You never were." please ? He deserve a bit of tenderness 🙏🥺 Thank youuuu and have a nice day ! 💖

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.1k

SFW

Prompts:

• “You’re not alone, you never were.”

warnings: Angst and Fluff, mentions of imperial Crosshair, brainwashing and isolation. Strangers to friends, comfort. Platonic. Female reader.

Authors note: thank you so much for the kind words. Sorry the wait, hope you enjoy.

Sometimes, deciphering people can become an arduous task. Their actions, choices, and ideology weave a perplexing web. Yet, it's even more difficult to comprehend someone who clams up, unwilling to utter a single word, even after being rescued.

Crosshair was an enigma to you, a mystery. The fragments of information shared by his brothers to you portrayed him as unyielding, hot-headed, yet paradoxically entertaining and empathetic in the past, too.

Standing on the ship's plank, your gaze fixated upon Crosshair, who stood solitary, arms folded over his chest, gazing into the abyss of the canyon.

It was still dangerous for you all, especially after saving Crosshair from the Empire. So to seek solace and protection, you all retreated to the refuge of canyons and vast forests whenever possible.

Night descended, accompanied by a bone-chilling breeze. Conversations with Crosshair had been sparse with you and everyone else for that matter. And amidst everyone relishing their own company, a part of you yearned to intrude upon his.

Summoning some courage you approached him, disregarding the apprehensive glances exchanged by his brothers. You stood by his side, maintaining a cautious distance.

He didn't turn to acknowledge you, yet he knew of your presence. Your words faltered, failing to find their way out. Every time you mustered the courage to speak, doubt seized you, causing your mouth to snap shut. Minutes ticked by, and his patience withered, tired of your feeble attempts.

"You don’t need to pity me," he remarked, his snake-like voice slicing through the silence, causing you to startle. You turned your head towards him, his narrowed eyes fixed upon the desolate landscape.

"Who said I did?" you retorted, a hint of defiance lacing your words. He scoffed instantaneously, leaving you puzzled. "What?"

"Why else would you be out here, attempting to talk to me?" he questioned, finally glancing in your direction. His eyes held an elusive emotion, one that eluded your understanding—a blend of amusement and resentment, perhaps.

You shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to let his demeanor rattle you. "We haven't spoken much, so I thought I'd give it a shot," you replied, your tone tinged with defiance. "But if you prefer being an arse, by all means, go ahead. I won't lose any sleep over it."

His narrowed gaze scrutinised your face for a moment before returning to fixate ahead. "Cute," he retorted, dripping with sarcasm, causing you to roll your eyes in response. The rational part of your mind urged you to walk away, but an inexplicable pull in your heart compelled you to stay. Besides, it was the most he had spoken since rejoining the Batch a week ago, a fact that resonated with you.

"Crosshair," you began, your voice gentle as you approached the delicate subject. "You need to reconnect with the others. Talk to them.”

Silence enveloped the air.

You pressed on, prompting him further. "Will you?"

"They don't want to talk to me," he muttered, the words carrying an unmistakable pang in his throat. Your head tilted slightly, curiosity knitting your brows together.

"But do you want to talk to them...?"

He fell silent, his response conveyed through his reticence. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you recalled his words. "They do want to talk to you. You're just making it difficult for them to approach you."

"Yeah?" His head snapped towards you, a raised eyebrow challenging your statement. "How so?" His tone carried a hint of skepticism, fueling a spark of annoyance within you.

“Because every time they try to speak to you, you're quick to just start arguments!" Frustration welled up, causing your hands to gesture wildly as you turned to face him fully. "They care about you and-"

"They don't care," he interrupted, his voice laced with bitterness.

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "We risked our lives to bring you back. After we learned about Hemlock, we had no choice but to-.”

"They abandoned me, left me stranded for weeks," he interjected, his voice laden with a mixture of anguish and accusation.

"And whose fault was that?" Your voice rose, determination shining through your words. His eyes widened slightly, taken aback by your unwavering resolve. While you spoke the truth, he turned his gaze away from you.

"You don't... You don't understand what it's like. What it is like to be brainwashed…what's happening inside my mind. So, if I were you, I'd better run back to the ship, missy."

Glaring in his direction, you hesitated for a moment, allowing your gaze to soften as he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Inhaling through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. "What's going on inside your mind, Crosshair?" you asked, your voice tender with a glimmer of empathy.

He slowly reopened his eyes, giving you a sidelong glance before directing his gaze upward, where the stars began to sprinkle the darkening sky. "Nothing. Yet everything," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Stepping closer to him, you decided that words of solace were what he needed in that moment. "I understand you might find it hard to believe me—we're practically strangers to each other—but your brothers, your sister... They care. They care about you deeply. When you were absent, they would talk about you. They never voiced it to each other, but I've overheard Wrecker and Hunter express how much they miss you."

He remained silent, and you couldn't determine if it was a mere play of shadows or something more, but you were fairly certain you witnessed his lower lip quiver at your words. Perhaps that explained the quiet cough and his subtle inclination to turn his head away from you.

"What I'm trying to say, Crosshair," you spoke gently, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, feeling the tension radiate through his body. Yet, he didn't push you away. "You're not alone... you never were."

He sighed, taking in all of your words whilst his hand glided over his shaven head before he turned to face you.

"Thanks. For trying," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a tinge of gratitude.

You exhaled softly, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips. "I'm here if you ever want to talk. Or if you simply want someone to stand beside you in a room filled with people," you offered, a gentle laugh escaping you. Surprisingly, this elicited a hidden smile from him.

"I'll keep that in mind, missy," he responded, his tone holding a flicker of sincerity.

Uncertain about the meaning behind the nickname—whether it was genuine or a veiled attempt at mocking you—you watched as his gaze shifted over his shoulder to where Wrecker rested by the makeshift fire. Contemplation flickered in Crosshairs eyes, and when he noticed you observing him, he redirected his attention back to you.

"Did you lie... when you said he missed me?" His voice carried vulnerability, and as you smiled and shook your head, you witnessed a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

Retreating back to the ship, the biting cold becoming too much to bear, you cast one last glance at Crosshair. Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions as you saw him silently take a seat across from Wrecker, saying nothing yet expressing everything.

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