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burnorgetburned · 8 months

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okay. OKAY. I JUST WANT TO SAY.

NEW MUSIC STYLE. NEW ART STYLE. NEW MAGIC SYSTEM, NEW GIRLS, MORE CLARA DOLLS, MORE HOMURA OUTFITS, MORE EVERYONE OUTFITS, and AAHAHAHAHSGH.

Homura wins by style points alone.

Anyway. Choice screenshots and my thoughts on them. Plus a few wild theories. Replies, tags, and your own reactions are VERY welcome.

(You're doing great, sweetie!)

First of all, I’ve already said this, but Homura has usurped Kyubey. She is the contractor in this new system. She calls magical girls and asks them if they can bear the responsibility of fighting (LEAGUES better than Kyubey's misleading BE A HERO language), using a magical lizard phone. She knows better than anyone else how heavy this is.

And she looks amazing while doing it. Look at that outfit! Look at her steampunk-esque aesthetic! Her throne. Which, notably, has glowing magenta eyes and her wings as a backrest.

The moon is either actually, physically repurposed, or she’s made something that looks like it. Not only that, but the pins going into the moon are exactly like the pins that went into her soul gem when she was being experimented upon in Rebellion. Those pins, according to the artbook, are for draining her gem of grief to keep her just before the point of witching.

Well, here’s my first wild speculation: Homura has not only taken over Kyubey’s job as a contractor but also its job of disposing of grief. That moon steampunk device is maybe for collecting, concentrating, and distilling grief into energy - hence the strange tesla coils connected to red liquid in the second screenshot above. She's doing what Kyubey says it's doing - turning the grief of people into energy to prolong the universe's lifespan.

I for one support her reality-warping shenanigans.

Here are some voices over a phone, sometimes speaking over each other, sometimes together. They call Homura “Akuma-sama” (!!!) which is a distinct upgrade from calling her Good-For-Nothing. They say “Just bring hope” like a mission statement. Are these her contracted girls? Or her Clara Dolls? They seem to show her a lot of respect.

I’ve also said this, but I strongly feel that this and the girl shown later are some of Homura’s new contractees. Their magic is darker. It warps the world around them, even. Their outfits incorporate black a lot more, too, though that might be the lighting.

Look at the little sigil on the top left-middle! Looks a lot like Homura’s lizard sigil shown when she was consuming the universe, just with a longer lizard.

And, of course, the image of Madoka throwing herself off of a building. “Wraith” and “Legend of Bestie” (lmao) show up here. I’ve actually been really looking forward to seeing what they’ll do with Madoka’s… self-sacrificial tendencies, so this might be part of that. Or, because of “Wraith”, it’s… well, I’ll get to that later.

On the other hand, it might not be Madoka. It might be the girl who the speaker in the phone call calls her "best friend", jumping to her death because of a wraith, and Homura saving her to fulfill a wish.

So glad that the insane architecture from Rebellion is making a comeback. Love what you’ve done with the place, Homura. Look at all those cranes!

The outfit changes are very cool to me. I honestly don’t have speculation for why Sayaka is covered in bandages, but I do have speculation for the changes!: they’re older. Years have passed. Since they’ve changed and grown, their outfits have changed, too. I don't have proof of this - I just like the idea.

Light shines down on Madoka. Petals fall towards her as flowers bloom above. Behold, Homura's extremely subtle and inscrutable feelings. (Sorry for the blurry Madoka, but I am not going through the ordeal of uploading screenshots to my computer again because Tumblr does not like mobile users).

Homura is apparently waiting for Madoka here. She's standing right in the fountain's water and holding a Victorian umbrella like a vampire. Right now we can see that the visuals of this movie will not miss.

Is this a routine thing for them or is Homura just showing up to greet them this one time, for some reason? No clue. Madoka's expression as she notices Homura could indicate either.

Eagle-eyed people on Twitter noticed this, but in these shots, Sayaka already has her bandages.

Aside from the multiple and/or teleporting Homuras, there's also a Clara Doll in a ballerina dress and a cute Clara Doll peering over the side of the tower like a little kid.

The tower is interesting. It appears to be made of books or pages, and there's chains throughout it. More notably, it's in the shape of a helix - infinity symbols on top of each other.

Please appreciate these Clara Dolls. I'm sure they're working hard.

But seriously, those Clara Dolls' details. One has a witch's hat. One has an apple on its head. And the one with a teacup appears to have not only a lizard's tail but a replica of Homura's Devil outfit. Appreciate them!

Here is Homura(?), lounging or trapped on a chair filled with even more of those pins. Look at her closely. She's wearing a strange combination of her magical girl outfit and her Devil outfit - her shoulders are bare, and she has... feathers? She's sitting on a bunch of nails. But she also has two soul gems - one in her hand, and one hanging from her neck.

Is she cleansing them? Eating them? Holding people hostage? I don't know, but I support her completely.

She looks so tired.

So: here's some of what I think might be going on.

Homura is using wraiths to repress her worst memories. We know already that wraiths take memories and emotions from their victims. Well, there's no reason it can't be used as extremely terrible coping! Homura actually does this in the Wraith Arc, too - she lets a wraith take her feelings for Madoka.

If it is Madoka, it explains the shot with Madoka throwing herself off a builing - what if Homura has seen this happen in the loops, and out of pain lets a wraith pull it right out of her? The shot says "WRAITH" and billows with smoke. A wraith could have taken Madoka's form to act out this memory. And it doesn't need to be a memory - it could also represent Madoka's self-sacrifice and almost suicidal tendencies. This, too, would explain the multiple Homuras. All wraiths using her form.

This puts forward powerful enemies for the plot, as well as an interesting point of literally fighting Homura's demons. Most importantly, this lets everyone see Homura's pain.

Other wild dartboard speculations:

Homura will try and present herself as a villain. This is, honestly, kind of guaranteed, but it bears mentioning that her magical girls will be very likely to try to defend her.

Kyubey may appear to try and turn the girls against Homura.

Homura made the new magical girl who is drawing a bow. She has a lot of design choices from the Quintet, and people have already noticed how much she looks like Madoka. This new girl plays a role of the hero to Homura's pretend-villain, eliminating the risk that her friends will get seriously hurt.

The new magical girl is actually Madoka. Or the Law of Cycles. Or Kriemhild Gretchen.

The girl who jumps from the tower is a contractee being asked to take a leap of faith. She does so, and Homura rewards her with magic.

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Husk and cuddly drunk reader who flip flops from happy giggly silly to oddly philosophical within seconds

+ Husk and Angel with reader who goes back and forth between being super giggly and silly when drunk to really serious and introspective

Hey you guys! Your requests are very similar, which is why I decided to give you some headcanons instead of a full fic, so I could kind of combine them if that makes sense. Hope this is okay!

Husk

I feel like Husk doesn’t love it when you’re drunk; it makes him worry that you’ll do careless things or say something out of pocket that will result in people getting frustrated with you, which he doesn’t appreciate as he is fairly protective of his loved ones.

But, if you’re simply a little giggly he won’t really mind, as long as you don’t get too drunk of course. What he doesn’t really expect is for you to switch from being silly to being serious, if not philosophical.

He nods as he pours drinks if you’re inside the Hotel rather than at a bar, he has a job as a bartender to do after all, but even though you’re obviously drunk and probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow he still feels bad just straight up ignoring you.

So he gives you a little bit of attention, asking you questions which you can or cannot really answer to... it really depends on when he asks, if you’re not really in the introspective mood you’ll just give him a giggle and call him a silly cat which makes him shake his head endearingly.

At the end of the night he drapes a wing across your back protectively and walks you to your room or to the Hotel, all while you’re blabbering about something that sounds so deep that even he can’t really makes sense of it.

He brings you some water once you’re in bed and, even if you can’t really understand him as you’re already falling asleep, he grumpily tells you that he loves you and that you can keep talking about whatever you were on about earlier tomorrow.

Angel Dust

Angel plays along a little more than Husk does; he will agree with you on whatever you’re saying, or even argue that your theories are wrong. He will also pinch your cheek affectionately when you get into a fit of laughter, but after all he knows you’re drunk so if you’re not within the safety of the Hotel he’ll try to keep an eye on you at all times.

He definitely tries to hold off on how much he drinks to be able to be in his right mind in case something happens to you.

Just like Husk he will drop everything to walk you back to your room and even keep you company while you’re falling asleep. He finds it very funny that once you get to his room – he decides to bring you there as it’s more spacious – you try to engage in a very deep conversation with Fat Nuggets. He admires the ‘exchange’ for a while, before reminding you that it’s time to get your silly ass to sleep.

He already has everything prepared in case the next morning you’re on a hangover, and he’s ready to keep you wrapped up in his arms if it comforts you to have him close to you.

He definitely teases you once you wake up though...remember when you said that one thing about the values you’ve learned in Hell, and then started laughing at yourself over it? You probably don’t, but he was sober enough to, and now he’s going to giggle over it whenever it comes to his mind!

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jagdkommandos · 8 months

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NSFW alphabet template (König Edition)

I made this account to try and get into writing more so i thought a prompt template might be a fun way to start it off….various headcanons of König because I spend too much time thinking about him🥰 maybe some brief mentions of harder kinks but nothing graphic/detailed or illegal dw

Original Template here!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Always concerned with your wellbeing when you finish, he’ll immediately get you water and hold you. Afterwards he’ll get your clothes if you ask, or let you lay in the bed and rest as he makes dinner. Loves to do things after, and will make snacks so you can stay in bed and watch movies or spend time together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his partner’s body, their legs/hips. He’ll cover them with kisses and bite marks, manhandling them any chance he gets (only with your enthusiastic consent, of course)

For himself, his arms. He loves being able to hold you so strongly, and carry you around in them. He also loves watching you grab his biceps during missionary, they make a great holding bar so you don’t slide away from his force.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

cums A LOT. With little experience, and not making masturbation a habit, when he does go at it he goes hard. Not only does he have a huge load, but he’s gonna want to come multiple times. He loves seeing it on or in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ties into wild card a bit further down, but he’s definitely into some more degrading stuff. He really loves that he’s basically guaranteed to be bigger than his partner, because he loves feeling like he has control, but he goes to great lengths to hide it because he feels bad about it. In theory, he’d love to call you names or be rough during sex, but the one time he tries he probably feels so terrible he stops, even if you like it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely had a couple partners in his life, but he hasn’t been sleeping around. He knows the basics, but if you wanted to try something spicier, he might need some direction.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On top, facing you with your legs on his shoulders. dunno what you’d call that, but it definitely gives the perfect view of your reaction and the best angle for kissing and biting.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s too self conscious to act silly or weird during sex, and will try to act reserved, but he’ll match whatever mood you’ve set once he’s more comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Relatively well trimmed, I don’t think he’d be totally bald or have any designs but he likes to keep the hair short and out of the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Super romantic, the first few times you had sex in a relationship he would definitely always initiate it with a date first. Even when it became too regular for that to be convenient, he’d still approach you in a very loving way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it a lot, his anxiety gets in the way when he’s left alone for too long and he gets paranoid about someone catching him. He’ll do it if he gets worked up enough, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

any sort of marking. He would probably never admit it, but anything like branding, biting, any sort of symbol of unification.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A good old bedroom, preferably one set up beforehand to be suited for a few hours of intimacy (think big bed, lots of pillows, flowers on the table, toys in the bedstand, waterbottles on hand for when you take breaks. He’s a sucker for cheesy romantic settings.)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any buildup of sexual tension drives him mad if he wants you. Interrupted before he has to go to work? he’ll spend the whole day with you in the back of his mind. Edging him or teasing him? He’ll get so frustrated he wants to throw you on the bed and have his way. He’s also totally into restraining his partner, because he loves watching them try to resist the pleasure he gives them. Anything that shows him you’re overly eager for him will drive him crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything public. This dude def even locks the bedroom door when you go at it. He doesn’t want to be caught in an awkward position, and he doesn’t want to put you in one, either. He’d be too busy watching his surroundings to enjoy himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, but he’s a fan of giving too. He’d never demand it from you, but if you initiate head he’ll lose his mind. He’s pretty good at giving, and he’d offer to pretty often, but he loves being able to watch your face as he receives.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts out slow and romantic, trying to be gentle, but has a hard time containing himself and always ends up increasing his pace after a while.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a fan, He doesn’t feel like it provides equal satisfaction to both parties. He much prefers multiple short rounds in a row, or one long session. Quickies feel too impersonal and almost disrespectful because he doesn’t just bang to get off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes the idea of risks, but only in controlled environment. He wouldn’t be able to do anything genuinely public or rank-risking, but he’d probably be into roleplaying it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t last long before nutting, but he regains energy fast (you can’t tell me this massive specops dude doesnt have record breaking recovery time) and is ready to go for multiple rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t use anything like a fleshlight, but he’d keep a small collection of various toys of your choosing for him to use during sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bigger on being teased than teasing. Egging him on when you can’t have sex will basically ensure a wild time when he gets you alone. He won’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole time. Once he’s comfortable though, he’s definitely more eager to tease you back or start it, because he actually enjoys the dynamic.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tries to be quiet, fails miserably. He’ll start out with heavy breathing, but it’ll descend into a series of swearing, german words, and loud grunting. He also LOVES to hear you make noise, otherwise he worries he’s doing it wrong.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Into some more extreme things, but he’d never tell anyone that. Knifeplay, blindfolding, branding, biting, etc. but only, ONLY if you are the one who initiates it, and you’ll probably have to practically beg him, because otherwise he will always feel bad about it, even if you agree and he asks first.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

dude is RIPPED. He has largely athletic related hobbies, and an active job in the military, so he stays in top shape. He’s got pretty clear skin because he’s got good hygiene, and all his body hair is either trimmed or removed because he doesn’t like how it looks or feels under all his gear. He’s got a decent amount of scars from work, mostly along his chest and arms but also some on his lower body and maybe a couple on his face. Also definitely packing, because he is 6’10 and because I say so. It’s gotta be like 13 inches long.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, but the average person would never know because he has it under great control. Unless you initiate, he’s never gonna harass or beg because he’s horny, but he will take care of himself once he’s alone. Live with him as his girlfriend though, and you’ll never have a free moment.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sex wakes him up. You’ll wake up hours after sex and find him still busying himself with various tasks and hobbies, cleaning the house, etc. as if it reinvigorated him. Sometimes he’ll even ask for it if he knows he has a lot to do in a night, because it motivates him and acts as a stress reliever.

A/N: I hc könig as a huge service top and i cant stop thinking about it so thats what 90% of this is sorry i need him to be my husband rn

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luvtak · 4 months

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seasons of love, hhj

✦ pairing hyunjin x reader

✦ genre/tw FLUFF! FLUFF! ONE MORE TIME SAY IT WITH ME! FLUFF!!! hyunjin and mc are very much in love! hyunjin is said to be taller than mc and have bigger hands. lots of kisses and i love yous. suggestive in a couple places. in and out of present and past tense lol. overall very sweet and lovely--hyunjin and mc falling in love through the seasons

✦ w/c 2412

✦ a/n okay so! this is a rewrite of something i posted springtime last year and i hated it lol. this time around i am very proud of hyune and mc and they’re love story and i hope you all love it too!! I've spent months adding scenes and taking them away until I got here <3 please like and reblog, and please please reach out if you have any ideas or questions or just wanna talk!! love you guys forever, mwah!!

He came to you in the Summer, bringing with him music and dancing, and so much laughter you forget how serious falling in love can be.

There is just something about warm weather. It could be the sun shining over your beloved, lighting them up like a god or a king, maybe it’s just that the temperature resembles the touch of your lover’s caress, or that the awakened world is made for romance. It was early July, and everything was blue and sunny; days were filled with jokes and getting to know each other over hot days and cold drinks. Confessions given on front porches and whispered under blue skies—a million firsts bundled up as the heat went away.

He tells you he likes you so quietly, whispering in his sweet little voice, “would you like to go out sometime?”

The way his tall frame looked against the paint palette sunset would live in your head forever; pretty hair and long legs, the sweetest smile curving up to his crescent moon eyes. Looking back, you wished you had a camera or shared his talent with a paintbrush–just to have that moment set in stone. The smile that made you say yes.

In the beginning, he was too shy to hold your hand or stand too close. Inching closer and closer until he stood against you–brushing his fingers against yours until his big hands were enveloping your smaller ones.

The first time he kissed you, his hands were shaking.

He was so nervous you could feel the goosebumps rising on his arms, but he asked so sweetly,

“Can I kiss you.” And there was no way you’d ever say no. Not when he stood there in his summer clothes and pink cheeks, not when it was Hyunjin asking.

He held you straight against him, both hands on your face—the first press of his lips like drinking water, so slow as not to choke then gulping it down. His skin was soft everywhere you touched, and his kiss was happy: full of teeth and giggles and coming up for air.

Getting to know him was like walking into your childhood home, everything about him as familiar as the lines on your palm. Some parts of you are certain you’ve known him before—maybe you were lovers then too, or maybe two trees whose roots were intertwined. In any reality, you can’t see how Hyunjin is supposed to be with you. There is just no other reason why he could know you so well already, no other explanation as to why his body fits around you like it was made to.

Late one night you tell him your theories, and the smile he gave you was so bright and shiny you thought the sun came up. You tell him calmly and earnestly,

“Hyun, I’m almost certain we’ve already met thousands of times before.”

August is hot and covered in orange sunsets and long kisses; pink skies the same color as his cheeks when he asks you out again and again. He tells you about his life while you flip through his journals, page after page dedicated to moments he loved and dreams he’s had, and moments yet to come.

The days are long and it’s so easy to care for him, 15 hours of sunlight allowing you to learn all of him and still need more. Sharing secrets under leaves and laughs under covers–it’s too quick to fall in love, too fast for this insatiable longing to rise up in you. But you think you are, you must be, what else could that aching pull in your tummy be?

The first I love you falls from your lips like the leaves around you. A day spent shopping in the Halloween aisles and holding hands to keep warm. He looks so pretty, dark hair standing out against the grays and oranges of the season, and you love him so much you can’t help but tell him. The words float easy, accompanied by wind bitten skin and a warm gaze.

At first, he hesitates, making sure he’s heard you right, until finally the sun breaks on his face and he speaks.

“I love you too, silly.” He says it like it’s obvious, and it is. He’s been telling you with his eyes and his hands for months, it’s the truest he’s ever felt.

Autumn is spent studying each other, learning how and when to touch—how to make him gasp and sigh. His eyes flutter when you kiss his hip and roll when you bite down; He scratches and pulls, he makes your teeth rattle with his skin. Late nights and early mornings mapping each other, he tells you he loves you and swallows the response, touches the words away.

“I love you; I love you; I love you.” You say over and over again, hoping it sinks into his soul like a second skin.

In mere months, he knows your heart like it’s his own, slotting himself into your life like he’s always been a part of it. Your body has become his home; he’s tied his heart to yours in a double knot. You’re made for him, he’s sure of it—molded from the same clay, split-a parts who’ve found each other.

He tells you things he’s never told anyone before, pressing the secrets against your lips and pulling all of your secrets out of you at the same time.

He adores you, cherishes you as a person, a friend, a lover. He feels happier than he ever has, and he wants to show you to everyone he knows. When he introduces you to his friends, the smile never leaves his face and his hand stays wound with yours. They welcome you like an old friend, and he feels like both pieces of his heart are melting together. He watches you joke with Felix and be teased by Minho, and he thinks you’re the piece that’s been missing this whole time.

Months have been spent just the two of you, and it’s been perfect–intimate and so warm, but seeing you among his friends changes things. Almost like it wasn’t yet real, and now it is.

When you go to bed that night, he tells you,

“They love you and I love you.” and the look you give him is so beautiful, he thinks he should bottle it and save it for later.

Winter brings an unwelcome guest, a yearning for him that won’t go away—it’s harder to love him when he’s busy, and you wish you could be stronger and less jealous, but you’re only one person. It gets considerably difficult to wash the harsh feelings away when he isn’t there to help you, too many nights spent feeling too far away from him induce an anger you can’t get rid of.

When he arrives late and smelling of alcohol, you can’t seem to swallow the bitterness—why would he be drinking when he could be here with you?

Hyunjin, never a novice in reading you, picks it up right away.

One quick comment and then yelling.

“Are you just tired of me?” It escapes from your tongue like a lash, pricking invisible scars onto every vein. He wishes you would know he misses you too, but how could you when he’s never around, not physically nor emotionally, so you keep screaming. Yelling so loud about things that don’t matter. You hope he knows you’re fighting to stay, not to leave, but the words leaving your mouths are so harsh, you can’t be certain if he remembers he loves you.

If you were in your right mind, you’d know he doesn’t want it this way. Everyday he longs for the heat of summer and the comfort of autumn. If he wasn’t drunk, he could tell you, but instead he says, “I just can’t do this anymore.” Maybe it’s better to let go and find each other next time, next life.

Recently it’s been too hard, and maybe he’s not strong enough to learn about this part of you, but you are.

You’ve never been afraid to learn his bad parts, sure he’s a dream shaped like a boy, but he’s also whiny and clingy, and sometimes he gives up too fast. Even though it’s hard, and the tears are streaming into the seam of your lips—you gulp down the acidity and tell him you love him.

“It’s never going to get easier, Hyun, you’ll always be busy, and I’ll probably always miss you, but I love you and you said we’re meant to be, and you’re not a liar.” You tell him you’re sorry for yelling, and he says he’s sorry too, and in the morning, he’ll use his hands to apologize and then his mouth and he’ll promise to keep you warm when he can.

Winter is spent learning to love the pieces of each other that are unlikable, to see the invisible boundaries of before and honor them. You remember your theory about the trees with woven roots, and you remind yourself sometimes you’ll have to sacrifice your share of the water to survive, and you hope it’ll be easier when the world reawakens.

Night comes so fast, and it's so cold, but he loves you. It’s been half a year now, and you almost can’t remember where you were this time last year. Were you freezing without him? Or did you only feel the cold now that he’s here?

All you know is his warmth–pressing into you wherever he can.

A silent promise for the spring yet to come.

His birthday arrives with the first of the blooms, the world not yet alive. You wish him happy birthday under warm sheets, whimpering the words in place of presents. He spends the day with the people he loves most and the happiness he feels eases into spring. He tells you it used to be his favorite; and you promise for his day you will bring some of the magic back.

You help him pick flowers to paint, and read him your favorite stories, you kiss him under cherry blossoms and show him your favorite sunsets. It helps some, but not all—even so, spring with you is prettier than without. He’s sure his skin is brighter because you kiss it, and his paintings are better because they’re of you. He doesn’t know if you believe him, but he means it. His world has become technicolor since you walked into it.

He says it’s just better with you, “I mean it, honey, life is unbelievable when you’re around.”

It’s almost been a year, months spent learning and growing just like the flowers scattered around you. He loves you, so it takes no hesitation when you ask him to move in. He feels like it was already in the midst of happening anyway—his one drawer became a dresser, and his favorite snacks found their way to your cabinets.

Months ago, your heart became his home, and now he gets to live in it every day. Sure, you bicker some: many sighs of “That’s not where that goes, Hyun.” Combined with sweet mutters of “Well, it should go there, sweetheart.” But it’s exhilarating to open his boxes and link his life with yours—mitch-matched mugs in the sink and dirty clothes mixed together.

Your home is filled with dancing and music, laughter and love. His paintings cover the walls, pictures of your days held with magnets on the fridge. His life is now yours and your days belong to each other, and every night he reminds you it’s almost been a year, but how could you forget.

Sometimes, when he puts a dish away wrong, or leaves his clothes on the floor, you question why you invited him in. Even so, you wouldn’t take it back. He’s added so much color into your life, spring personified. A lovely romantic boy who sets your soul on fire.

The flowers that line the street remind you of him, and the bees who accompany you on your walk sing a quiet song that resembles his sweet nothings.

Your sweet spring boy, Hyunjin.

Radiant in every season.

Somehow, he looks the prettiest in the July heat. Of course, every season you’ve spent with him he’s been beautiful, but there is something about his smile surrounded by clear skies. His cheeks are the same color as the flowers and his kisses as warm as the sun. Something about the season where you first met, encasing him in a beauty befit of a prince. You can’t believe it’s been a year with him, a year getting to know how to love him and feeling his love back.

Looking at him now, he could probably make you do anything which is why when he woke you up at the crack of dawn dragging you out to see the sunrise you couldn’t say no. It was frustrating at first, when all you wanted was a few more hours in bed next to him, but Hyunjin could make you do anything if he smiled down at you.

He’s doing it now, looking so darling in his light sweater and clips in his bed-messed hair, looking past you at the sunrise. You love him like this, and it takes all of you not to tell him, to keep the peace of dawn.

You’ve loved things before—people, places, things, but never a boy like this.

Hwang Hyunjin is so precious, so dear to you that it hurts sometimes. No one has ever loved you the way he does, his love surrounds you—covers you under a warm blanket of his affection until it radiates into you.

He’s telling you how pretty you are, how you look like the fresh blooms and you’re laughing—which is all he wanted. He only ever wants to make you happy, even if that means being a cheeseball sometimes. Especially if that means waking you up early enough to see the sun come up, and he wants to see that smile again, so he asks,

“Honey, do you wanna know a secret?”

“Oooo, yes tell me.”

“I love you.” It comes so easy, flows so quickly past his lips like a nightly prayer, like it’s something so objectively true he can’t lie about it, which it is. And your smiles is so wide, laughing at how sweet your boy is, and you say,

“Oh, I already Knew that. I love you too.” And he smiles, grinning at the summer sky.

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pariahsparadise · 1 year

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ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.

a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.

A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong.

Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty.

With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.

Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.

He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.

“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.

At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.

It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him.

Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.

When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.

He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”

“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.

“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.

“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks.

Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all.

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makeadealwithme · 1 year

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Promise me, honey

Hi hi, here we go!

Summary:Steve comes back from Lovers Lake severely injured, and you're the one who has to patch him up.

Notes: A rewrite of the lovers lake scene and aftermath. Steve Harrington x reader, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, bit angsty. Steve comes back far more injured than in the show, for context, you and Eddie are childhood friends. Nancy is helping out as well.

Warnings/Tags: Steve has a breakdown :(, blood, stitching, crying, pain, nightmare, overall injuries warning, mention of painkillers. fem!reader, she/her pronouns. use of y/n. sharing a bed, kissing. let me know if i missed anything!

Word Count: ~6k

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Your knee won’t stop bouncing.

You’re sitting on the couch, hands clasped tight, worry creeping onto your face although you’re trying your best to hide it. Glancing up at the clock on the living room wall, you curse in your head. They were supposed to be back by now. You look around the room, checking on Lucas and Max sitting at the kitchen table, Max with her headphones on and Lucas using all his concentration to draw her funny pictures.

The others were at Lovers Lake. Or so you hoped. Trying to figure out some water-gate theory that Dustin proposed. You promised you would stay back and watch Max, the thought of being out in the woods, on a lake, in the dark, not really enticing you. You all promised each other three hours. Three hours and they would be back. Three hours and then dinner and a movie night and a big sleepover.

Your head snaps around when you hear a car pulling up outside the house, lights briefly flashing in the window. Max and Lucas turn their heads as you stand up from the couch, pausing for a second when you hear frantic voices in your driveway. Before you can make it to the door it swings open, ushering in chaos and panic with it. Bursting in, you see Eddie and Nancy holding up Steve. A bloody, injured, half-dead looking Steve.

"Oh my god.." you say, it comes out strained. The blood drains from your face.

"Quick, we need help, he won't stop bleeding," Nancy says a little panicked. You share a frightened look with her, both of you trying to keep it together.

"Take him to the bathroom, end of the hallway.”

Nancy and Eddie shuffle with Steve towards the back. You hear Steve groan down the hall and you feel your skin crawl and itch with adrenaline. The rest of the troupe follows in the front door behind them. Robin looks frantic, carrying the remainder of Steve's clothes. "What happened Robs?" it comes out harsh, frightened. Her eyes are jumping all around the room, to the kids, and to you briefly, but they stay at her feet when she talks.

"I don't - I don't know Y/N. It was bad, there were these...these bats, so many of them and we, well Steve, was - " she's cut off by a loud cry from Steve resonating down the hallway and everyone's heads snap towards it. You feel your heart pumping again. "Eddie said to bring him here, said you would know what to do?" she finishes quickly. Your head felt like it was spinning.

"Hey y/n, we need some help in here!" You hear Eddie call from the bathroom. Your feet start moving before you even comprehend it. The most experience you had with this kind of thing was patching up Eddie's old injuries from when you were kids, bloody knees and elbows, scrapes and gashes from Eddie’s (brief) skateboarding hobby, and a particularly nasty cut from when you went camping as teens. As you turned into the doorway of the bathroom you found Steve on the edge of the bathtub, Nancy frantically washing a towel out in the sink while Eddie was crouched low next Steve, arm around his back and under his shoulder keeping him steady. Steve raises his head to look at you with guilty eyes, and you take him in for the first time. A dirty and scratched up face, the bruising around his neck that seemed to be darkening by the second, black blood down his chest and his torso. My god his torso, wrapped in blood red bandages. You didn't know what was under there, and you were scared to look. You'd never seen Steve so beaten.

"Sorry sweetheart... making a mess" he tries to joke but it comes out choked and strained. That's the Steve you knew though, calling you pet names and trying to ease your worry. Over the past few months you became fast friends, always teetering on the edge of something more. Weekends were spent falling asleep on the couch together after a particularly late movie night, you found yourself on morning walks with him and a cup of coffee before picking up the kids for an adventure, driving around in his old BMW blasting music he didn’t like (but sung along to anyways). You both meant a lot to each other and you knew that, but when this 'Upside down' thing came back you both saw a change in each other. Stress and fear took over, leading to restless nights awake on the couch unravelling theories and coming up with battle plans. You would be lying if you said that one of you getting hurt wasn't your biggest fear, and now here you are, Steve bleeding out in your bathroom after a mission gone wrong.

'Oh, Steve.." you say gently, coming forward to grab his hand. "Let's clean you up, ok?" you nod at him. Nancy comes back over with the wet cloth, starting to wipe away at the blood on his face.

"I thought you might know what to do, there were these bats, got into his sides, he needs stitches or something, fuck I don't know," Eddies looks at you, he sounds like he's begging. "You can do that right? You can fix him?"

"Alright let me take a look" you turn to Steve. "Steve, honey, can I take these bandages off? Just tell me if you need me to stop alright?" He nods at you with a sniffle.

Nancy moves out of your way as she goes to wash the cloth again, pausing at the sink as you gently start with the bandages. Not daring to unravel them yet you pull them down slightly, lifting them from the skin, trying to get a look from above. You can't see anything but pools of blood and torn up skin beneath them and you feel your stomach turn. With eyes locked on his sides and a deep breath - you kick into overdrive.

"Ok, Nance, I need you to go to the kitchen and grab one of the big bowls, fill it with water, and grab towels...plenty of them, from the closet down the hall." You order, not taking your eyes off Steve. "Eds, you know where the first aid kit is right? Grab that, there'll be extra bandages in the same draw, those too. The bottle of alcohol...and, and.. shit I don't know, I don't know.." you stutter, brain running too fast for you to comprehend. You pull your eyes away from Steve and look into Eddie's. He staring at you with full focus. "You know that numbing cream I bought you, for your tattoos? I think it's in my bottom drawer, next to my bed. That too." Both of them don't waste time, a quick 'got it' leaving their mouths before exiting the bathroom. As Eddie leaves his side, Steve starts to collapse over before you nudge into him. "Alright honey I'm just gonna move you over so you can lean against the wall, ok?" as you pull him to the corner of the tub, lightly pushing his shoulders back.

Steve whines as you move him over, eyes scrunched shut and body rigid with pain. You hear Nancy return with the towels and water and place them down on the floor next to you. "What else do you need?" she says. You look over Steve again.

"Scissors, there's a pair in the kitchen, thank you Nance" you say, turning to give her a nod. As she's leaving Eddie comes rushing in, hands full.

"I just grabbed everything I could" he says, dumping it on the sink counter. You laugh a little at him.

"Thanks Eds, can you get the gauze and bandages together?" You ask him gently; you know he must be freaked. Your adrenaline is turning into calmness, you - the eye of the storm. You turn back to Steve, who is trying to stay as still as possible and speak to him. "Ok, I'm going to get these bandages off you and then I'll clean the wounds and see where we're at. See what we can bandage and what will need more ok?" You talk slowly, making sure he comprehends. He can only muster up a small nod and a quiet hum of agreement back at you. Nancy is standing behind you and hands you the pair of scissors, you pause for a moment before starting with the makeshift bandage, cutting them loose one by one. The bathroom starts to feel like an operating room, everyone holding their breath and tense with focus as you start to work on Steve. "The kids alright? Robin? Where are they?" You pause your hands. Once these bandages are off you know you'll have to move fast, you know you'll have to put Steve in pain, and you didn't want anyone around for that.

"They're ok, in the living room, Robin is keeping an eye on everyone," Nancy answers.

"Ok, they might have to get out of here...maybe tell them to take a walk or something," you trail off. Nancy moves to leave. "Shut the door Nance." You hear the click behind you. Getting back to work, you peel the bandages off carefully. Steve groans and shifts under you, throwing his head back and hands covering his face as the layers come off, bloody and sticky to his skin. You can fully see the bites now and you feel sick in your throat - they were deep. Very deep, and far larger than you expected. You push your emotions down as you reach for a wet towel, trying to clean some of the excess blood. "Eddie, put pressure on the other side," you command, handing him another cloth. You don't see Eddie’s look of apprehension, you don’t see his face turn pale, you just stay focused on taking care of Steve. Steve yelps in pain as Eddie presses the towel to his bites, reaching out to grip the metalhead’s shoulder, Eddie has to turn his head away. Trying to keep his composure. You feel your heart breaking but it only pushes you to work faster.

You feel a presence behind you as Nancy returns, trying to be helpful. "Alcohol and gauze please Nance" you say softly, turning to her. You don't give Steve warning as you pat the cotton pad against his side. His whole abdomen tenses and he straightens up, muttering curses and grabs your forearm to stop you.

"Shit that burns" he whines, dropping his head low, taking short quick breaths to calm down.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry honey," you speak softly at him. Pausing as you feel the vice grip on your arm. He just nods as you feel his grip soften, shoulders start to relax as he releases you and Eddie and he leans back into the wall.

"Ok, I'm sorry keep going" Steve says, his hands moving to grip the edge of the tub beneath him. You proceed to make quick work out if it, dabbing around the edges. Holding your breath when you hit the bites directly as Steve swears and jerks beneath you. It takes some time before both sides are cleaned. It's a dance between you and his blood, jumping back and forth from each side to stop the wounds spilling over.

"They won't stop Y/N, why won't they stop?" Eddies murmurs, eyes transfixed by the performance. You're both holding gauze over the wounds, hoping the pressure will help.

"He needs stitches, doesn't he?" Nancy observes. You hear the shake in her voice. "Can you do that? Do you know how to do that?" Her voice raises an octave as she speaks.

"She stitched me up once after a nasty fall a few years back," Eddie says turning to Nancy. "Had this big cut on my leg, she used a needle and thread – very hardcore," he smiles a little, remembering the day. "She can do it, I know she can," he finishes, with full confidence in his voice.

"I bought a suture kit right after that," you say flatly, throat dry. The cogs were turning in your head trying to remember where you put it. "Might be at the top of my closet, with my camping gear?"

"I'll go look," Nancy offered, rushing out the room.

"Eds, did you find that numbing cream?" you said to him. He springs up to the counter before wordlessly handing it off to you. "Just thought it might help" you say, not sure why you felt the need to rationalize your decision with him but he nods at you nonetheless. It helps with your confidence.

"Don't I get a say in this?" It catches you off guard. Steve's voice is quiet, raspy, worn. You don't want to look at him but you have to. His face looks pale, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead, down his neck. He looks down at you through half closed lids, head leaning against the wall, not strong enough to lift it. "Can't you just put bandages on? Please....y/n please" his voice cracks, eyes scrunching shut. You feel some tears prick at your eyes. You place a hand on his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Steve, honey, you're bleeding out, this will help I promise. We have to - we have to do this..." He doesn't see the tear fall from your eye as you turn your head to Nancy, walking back in the room holding your kit. She sheepishly hands it off to you. You clear your throat as you busy yourself with the supplies, bringing Steve's hand over to replace yours on his side. You make quick work of applying the numbing cream, brow furled in concentration, a soft "this will help, you'll barely feel a thing" leaving your mouth. Eddie places a hand on your back to steady you. Your best friend since you were seven, he knows you better than anyone. He won't take your eyes off you, watching a red rash of stress creep up your neck, watching you gnaw your lips and control your breathing. He leans in close to you.

"Want me to do it? Just tell me how..." Eddie says gently. You’re already shaking your head before he finishes.

"No. No, I got this." You open up the suture kit and start prepping the needle and thread. Steve's eyes flash at the needle, and he shifts up with a loud panicked sound.

"Fuck Y/N I don't think I can do this. Oh my god, I can't do this." His breathing starts going erratic as he tries to twist his torso away from you. He’s fully panicking, gasping for air, with his hands pushed against your shoulders to keep you away.

You reach up and grab his face in your both your hands. Holding both his cheeks. "Honey, look at me" and you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "You can do this ok. Alright?” Your voice goes stern, trying to convince him. “I’ll go fast, I promise." You both hold each other's gaze, sharing a deep look between the two of you. When you're like this you feel like you can read each other's minds. At least, that what you tell yourself when you turn to Eddie and Nancy and say, "I need you both to leave."

Nancy's eyes go wide (even wider than before) and starts to put up a protest. Eddie stands up and goes next to her, frantically shaking his head with her, waving his arms. Both of them telling you no. You look back at Steve to reaffirm your decision, he just blinks at you but it was enough. You see the deep pools of tears forming in his eyes. The boy was scared. You turn back to them, "yes, I need you both to leave. I can do this myself. No one else needs to see this." You stare them down with all the serious and intensity you can muster. Eddies shoots you one more reluctant look before letting Nancy guide him out, looking over her shoulder before the door shuts.

Steve releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as you turn back to the needle and thread. He sits up, leaning his head forward a little to get closer to you. The bathroom somehow feels smaller now that it’s just the two of you. "Th-Thank you y/n..." he says softly, hands reaching down to graze your arms, "just wanted to say it before you start, because I think I'm about to be a real dick." He chuckles the best that he can but it turns into a sputtered cough. "Glad you're the one taking care of me, couldn't have it any other way" he finishes, looking at you with a tense smile and his eyes shining with tears.

You give him a soft smile and a press your hand on his knee. "S'alright Steve, I'll always be here to fix you up. Although you might hate me for it in a minute," you say, matching his humor. You lean forward and give him a small kiss on his forehead, causing his brows to crinkle. "Ok, how about you learn against the wall... and here" you hand him a rolled-up cloth "if you need it... to bite down on." He takes it hesitantly.

"The numbing cream should work though, right?"

"Uh well yeah... this is just in case it doesn't." You felt like you were lying.

You give him a hopeful smile and he leans his head back against the wall. You bring your hand close to his side, hoping he doesn't see the tremor. You take a deep breath and you feel him do the same.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

You sink the needle into his skin as swiftly as you can. Steve's eyes snap open, body lurching forward, and hand spasming to grip you again. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest when you hear the loud yelp that comes from his mouth, a trail of swears following immediately after.

"Stop, oh my god fuck, stop please stop" he begs.

You halt your movements, thread half pulled through his skin. You don't dare look at him, with his head collapsed against his chest heaving desperately from the shock. You feel your eyes well with tears again but you hear Steve break before you do, a heavy sob erupting from his body. "I can't, I can't, this is so fucked up y/n this is so fucked!"

You lay a free hand on his chest, near his heart. You feel wet tears drop from Steve's cheeks to your forearm. He just sobs, stress and hurt leaving his body. You're softly hushing him, hand occasionally coming up to help him wipe his tears away.

He takes a shaky breath in and mutters, "shit, I'm really sorry" and goes to lean back against the wall, roughly pushing tears away from his eyes. "I guess that numbing cream didn't fucking work" he jokes wryly. You haven't said a word to him as you feel you might just shatter if you do. He bravely looks in your eyes and it's almost like you can hear both your hearts breaking at once.

"I'm really sorry too Steve..." it comes out dry and raspy and shaky and not at all what you were intending. You feel a tear escape down your cheek as you quickly brush it off. You try to take a breath and push down the heavy sob that is rising in your throat but you fail. "Shit," you cry out in frustration, "you're gonna be ok alright? It'll be ok, but I really need to do this right now," you say, gesturing to your suture hand, "It's the last thing Steve and then you can rest. I don't want to hurt you but -"

"It's fine" he grunts, composing himself again, "keep going, I can take it."

You purse your lips together as you stare the wound, bracing yourself for another impact. You feel Steve tense under you, take a shuddering breath, grip the sides of the wall hold himself. "Y/N, let's do this" he says quickly, shoving the rolled-up cloth between his teeth.

You don't hesitate then, as the waiting was torture. You drive the needle quickly through his skin, tying neat little knots as you go. You hear Steve whimper above but you block it out, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. You tie off the first side neatly, and don't waste any time moving to the next one, and then the next one, and then the next one. By the time you're finishing up Steve has stilled, drenched in sweat and too exhausted to flinch anymore. You take a moment to admire your work - not great - before running a hand up over Steve's forehead, pushing his hair back.

"Honey it's over I'm all done,” you don’t know how you got your voice to sound so soft.

He opens his eyes wearily and releases the towel from his mouth, he watches you stand up, stretch your legs as you start washing up in the sink. He doesn't dare look down but grazes soft fingertips over the sewn skin, eyes a little bleary and jaw a little sore from it all. You don't dare look at yourself in the mirror, as if the observance might make it sink in a little too deep, make it a little too real that you just sewed up your friend on a weeknight.

After cleaning him up, Steve is trying to push himself off the edge of the bathtub to stand but you don't let him do it by himself. You tuck yourself under his arm, steadying when you feel his weight lean into you. As soon as you open the bathroom door you hear the tinkle of Eddie's chain scatter down the hallway, there's no doubt that he had his ear pressed against the door the whole time. The fresh air of the hallway nipped at your skin, only now realizing how hot the little bathroom got from the panic.

Once in your room you lay Steve down gently on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. You watch him slide back to the headboard as you pass him the glass of water and the pain killers that you're sure Nancy left out for you.

"Here, take this" it's practically a whisper.

Steve hums at you, not quite ready for words yet as he swallows it down.

"You ok for a little bit? Was just going to check on the others..." you trail off, waiting for a nod. You watch Steve slide down the bed until his head hits the pillow, eyes droopy and face sunken. You help cover him with the sheets, not resisting the urge to push his hair off his forehead again. The sounds he makes are soft, appreciative, sad. "I'll be right back, ok?" You say, backing out softly. You watch him nod on the pillow as he mumbles to you, but you can't hear what he said, and you leave him with a lamp on and the door a few inches open.

Your body feels heavy and slow as you make your way to the kitchen to check on everyone else, not daring to look back in the bathroom as you walk by it. The hallways are darkened and you don't hear much noise, and as you turn into the main rooms you see why. Robin and the kids are all passed out around on the floors and couches, you breathe a sigh of relief hoping that they've been asleep for a while. You look around and find Nancy and Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. Both cleaned up and sharing a pizza in silence. Their eyes shift to you when you enter, worry and concern both evident on their faces.

"How did it go?" Nancy breaks the silence.

"Uh, ok, fine I guess. I mean he's not bleeding anymore," you pause, your eyes shifting around the room, "he's resting now."

They both nod at you, eyes on the table.

"I - we - could hear him a bit. Sounded bad..." Eddie prods. You just nod, tears springing in your eyes and feeling your throat tighten, it felt like all your emotions were crashing against the wall of your chest. Your face couldn’t help but twist and break as you let out a sob. That was enough for Eddie to get out of his chair and wrap you in tight bear hug. "Thank you for doing that," he whispers in your ear. You screw your eyes shut for a moment, feeling your body shake from the pent-up emotions. You stay in his arms a moment longer before you pull yourself away, looking at the both of them, pulling yourself back together.

"Let's get some rest huh, are you guys, ok? Need anything?" Nancy shakes her head no as she stands up, clearing away the plates.

"Eds, looks like there's a free couch, you should take it. Nance, you can take the guest room if you want, or we could pull the mattress out here?" You offer, but she just shakes her head.

"I'm fine out here, I don't mind sharing the couch with Robin."

They both get settled as you return back to Steve. Slowly pushing the door open and tip toeing in not to wake him. He doesn't look peaceful; he looks beaten. He looks tense. But at least he's sleeping. You creep to your closet, grabbing your extra blanket before making your way over to the sofa chair you had in the corner of your room. You curl up, eyes on Steve always, watching how the lamp softly illuminates his features, his scrunched brow, and the cuts on his face appearing darker in the soft light. Your heart feels heavy looking at him, and you couldn't help but let yourself cry, just for little, at everything that happened that night before falling asleep.

Steve drifts in and out of sleep that night, body aching and wounds burning every time he turned. He remembers seeing you curled up on the chair in the room, asleep, and wanting to reach out to you but he couldn't. His limbs too heavy, too sore to lift.

The next thing you both remember is a blur. Steve, jolting up in bed with a shout, causing you to almost jump out your skin. It takes your tired brain a moment to catch up with the scene. Steve frantic and panting, wide eyed and tense, gripping on the sheets as if to keep him grounded.

"Steve? Are you ok?" you ask, gently approaching the side of the bed.

It was like that moment when a geyser was about to blow. You could see the swell in Steve's chest before it burst, a heavy sob and a flood of tears spilling over, body collapsing over his knees.

"Oh honey..." you climb into the bed with him, wrapping his slender body in your arms as best as you could, your chest to his back, cheek coming to rest on his shoulder blade, and arms encircling his waist. You feel the wracking of his body as he continues to weep.

"I'm sor- sorry" he chokes out, disrupted by sobs. You squeeze him a little tighter, kindly shushing him you press your lips into his shoulder blade and dot a few kisses along his back. You’d never done something so intimate before but it felt right to you. You both stay like that for what felt like a long time, enough to where Steve's lungs felt like they were on fire and to where no more tears could come out. Long enough to where your cheek felt sticky to his back, and your bodies melted together. It was then when he turned around into you, arms wrapping your shoulders and collapsing with you to lay on the bed. You pull him closer, pushing him into the crook of your neck, pulling his hips close to yours, one hand up in his hair. You go to gently rub his back, hoping to even out his breathing and soothe him again.

"You ok, Harrington?" you whisper next to his ear. The ghost of a smile washes over Steve's face, he loved when you called him that. He breaths out, pulling you a little tighter with small nod although he's not sure he meant it.

“Don’t stop calling me honey now, I was just starting to like it” he says, you know he was trying to be humorous, poke fun at something unspoken that was happening that night, but you honestly thought he just sounded sweet.

He hears a light laughter in your chest, he wanted to commit that sound to memory, make you do it over and over again for him, but he settled for the way he felt you smile against the top of his head, the way your heart seemed to skip a beat or two. “Sorry honey, don’t know what came over me tonight, didn’t think you’d notice it.” A half apology, half explanation from you. You realize you’d never called him any pet name before; he was always just Steve. Steve Harrington. You let the silence hang for a moment before pressing on again, “Everything ok? Talk to me.”

"Bad dream, I think. It's like I was back there again. I could...I could feel it all happen again and then I couldn't breathe," he stutters again, voice becoming wobbly. "I thought I was going to die, I thought I was going to watch them all die, and I - " he stops, feeling more sobs climb up his throat, "I was so scared, terrified, and -" another pause, another shudder "there were so many of them, I thought I would be eaten alive, I thought I would be choked out, and no one would know and I just wouldn't come back. I just - I thought about you and I, I" a choked sob jumps out, he pulls you in even tighter, voice now muffled in your shoulder "and what if you never found me down there.” The boy was broken up again, “and I don't want to leave you alone, I can't, and I don't want to be without you, I won't make it without you."

The way you're both clinging onto each other makes you feel like you’ll fall apart if you let go. Steve, the boy you’ve caught between friendship and love, telling you that he can't live without you. It made your body shake. It felt like your heart cracked open. After all, you admit you both knew before tonight, but the words made it real. Very real.

"Steve...honey, baby look at me. Look at me! You're fine, you're alive, can you feel it?” He’s a wet mess beside you, you’ve never seen him cry this much. “Just hold me honey, just hold me. I’m right here. Can you hear my heart?” He nuzzles into your chest, wishing he could dip his head beneath your ribs. “Just breath with me.”

You weren't sure if what you were saying made sense, or if it was right, but it’s all you knew how to do. You stayed like that for a long time, waiting, willing for the distress to pass. You felt Steve’s back relax and tense, the pain coming in waves, the bad memories crashing in his mind. It was after a long pause of stillness when you felt his throat tighten again, getting ready to speak.

“Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Don’t think I got a chance to really say that before” a soft, earnest chuckle comes out. You laugh a little too, knowing that he even though he did, the hours felt like days ago. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. You shouldn’t have to do this stuff. I shouldn’t be showing up at your door half dead and making a mess of things.”

“But that’s not what’s happening Steve, you’re not doing any of that. You show up at my door and I take care of you. That’s the deal and I’ll always do it.” It’s a simple fact at this point.

He pauses, he's learned not to argue with you when you sound like this. “Are you ok?” he asks, voice soft.

You nod before you speak. “Yes, yes” you say a little more confidently, “but I’m also scared.” He lifts his head to look at you, you see that it takes him too much effort. “You have me Steve, you won’t lose me, but I can’t lose you either, it would kill me just as much. I love you too much, it’s too -” you feel your throat tightening again, now you’re the one fighting tears, “-it’s too, oh god, it’s like overwhelming, and I knew this but I didn’t know until you were here bleeding out in front of me and it felt like life or death,” you felt yourself rambling, like you were hoping you could bury your confession in a pile of words. “Anyways, listen, it doesn’t matter right now, the point is I’m ok and you’re ok, and everyone else is too.”

The silence settles in and feels heavy, you’re both acutely aware of each other’s breathing. Steve feels like he can’t take his eyes off you. As if as soon as he does it’s over, it’s no longer real. You let your eyes fall shut, the toll of the day pulling them down. You feel Steve struggle to shift slightly in your arms, it’s only then you relax your arms to give him the space to move beneath them. It’s languid, it’s gentle, but you feel a soft kiss press to the bottom of your jaw. You feel the heat move away, and then a press against your cheek. You turn into it, tips of noses bumping, eyes shut, just feeling each other's breath for a moment. You feel the whisper hit your lips before you hear it. The smallest, gentlest “I love you too” falling from Steve’s mouth. You feel his arms come across your waist, up your back, one stopping at your hips and other coming to tangle itself in the back of your hair. You feel like there’s an electric current moving between the both you. He stops for a moment, intentional, holding you there. You blink your eyes open to find his deep brown ones staring back at you. Just for a moment, it felt like it all slipped away, the pain, the fear, the hurt. It felt normal, like two people daring each other to make a move for the first time. The moment doesn’t last long as he pulls you into him, lips melting into yours. It sets your body on fire as you take a sharp inhale. You hear a deep groan come from the back of his throat, but it sounds miles away as your head goes fuzzy, feeling his arms encasing you. You’re careful to touch him, not wanting to brush against his stitches to ruin the sweetness of this moment, so you move your hands around his shoulders, his hair, his neck, his cheek, you couldn’t decide where to settle them. Tangled up in limbs, he feels hot against you. When you both pull apart you both blink at each other in wonder, a soft smile shared between you two before Steve leans in again, delivering a soft kiss to your cheek. It sets you into a giggle, leading Steve to cock an eyebrow, “that bad you gotta at laugh at me huh?” he says, quiet and teasing. Your laugh becomes a little louder at that.

“No, of course not, that was perfect honey” and since you couldn’t resist, you hone your point with a flutter of kisses across his face, now spurring on his laughter, something that sounded so sweet after hearing all his pain. You settle down into a comfortable cuddle, Steve on his back and holding you against his chest. Both of you feeling pure bliss, Steve’s pain gone for the moment, and you let your eyes fall shut.

You almost don’t hear it at first when he whispers, “promise you’ll be here in the morning, promise you’ll wake me up?” You place another kiss on his jaw, and whisper your promise back to him. You both sleep deeply that night, the weight of sleep pulling you under.

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vaguelyvoid · 6 months

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Sweet Like Candy | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol au

Rated: 18+

Summary: Taehyung is so excited to try miracle berries after he orders them because they supposedly make everything taste sweet, so he decides to test that theory on you as well.

Warnings: explicit language, descriptive sex, dom Tae/sub reader, food playish, oral fixation, oral sex (m&f receiving) , unprotected sex (DONT), praise, hella dirty talk, edging, cum eating

Word Count: ~3K

The door to your apartment swings open and Taehyung comes running inside.

“They came! They came!” He squeals and you look over at him. He’s holding a small package in his hand and is smiling from ear to ear. You don’t know what this could be, but he looks so cute all excited like this.

“What came?” You ask and start walking toward him where he’s grabbing the kitchen scissors to cut the package open.

“I ordered miracle berries from Amazon, and we have to try them right now!” His fluffy black hair falls into his eyes while he’s struggling to open the box from his franticness. Ugh he’s so adorable.

“Whoa, slow down! What are miracle berries?” The name sounds kinda cliché to you, but he seems to be really excited about them. He manages to get the box open, and he pulls out a small jar with about 15 dried berries inside.

“They’re these berries that supposedly when you eat them, everything for the next 30ish minutes taste sweet, no matter what it is! Could be lemons, sour candy, pickles even- and there’s no sourness!”

How does that even work? It can’t be true, right?

“It’s not drugs... is it?” You ask. Taehyung laughs at you and shakes his head.

“Perfectly legal.” He says with a smile on his face.

“I even ordered a bunch of food I wanted to try with it! This is gonna be so cool!” You giggle at his excitement. Seriously, this grown adult man is acting like a little kid in a candy store and you could not stop your heart from swelling at his cuteness.

He starts pulling stuff out of the refrigerator including lemons, cream cheese...? and apple cider vinegar.

“Vinegar?” You exclaim in disgust.

“It’ll taste like juice or something, I promise.” He hurriedly rushes into the pantry to grab some sour patch kids and sour skittles.

“Ok! I got everything we need, but we gotta try these.” You giggle again at his franticness for these berries. There’s no way it’s gonna work but you just want to entertain his excitement, so you agree.

He instructs you to eat the berry, but to make sure you coat your whole mouth with the fruit. It kinda tastes like a dried cranberry, a little bitter but he insists that ‘it’s so good’ which makes you laugh.

“Do we need to wait to let it kick in or something?” You question. He just chuckles and looks you in the eyes,

“I said it wasn’t drugs, Y/n. Let’s try the lemon first.” He cuts the lemon in half and gives one half to you. Holding the lemon close to your face, you can smell the sourness of it and your mouth waters at the thought of eating it.

“Okay on the count of three, One, two, three!” He says and you both suck at the lemon. Your face cringes in anticipation, but all you taste when the juice hits your tongue is sugary sweet lemon juice. You look at Taehyung and both of your eyes widen.

“No wayyy! It’s so sweet!” He shouts and you gawk at him.

“It tastes like lemonade, oh my god!” You are even more shocked than him but both of you continue to suck on the juice of the lemon, the taste is addicting.

“Ok we gotta do the cream cheese next.” He says, and you give him a questioning look.

“What is it gonna do to cream cheese?” You ask and he prepares spoonful’s for the both of you.

“Just try.” He says and you bring the spoon to your mouth. Oh my god. It tastes just like cheesecake.

“This is so trippy!” You exclaim and he hits the countertop with his hand in laughter.

“I told you! Here, try a sour patch.” He grabs a blue one, your favorite flavor, and feeds it to you. It tastes just like a gummy coated in sugar now, no sourness at all. You can’t control a little moan that comes out of your mouth, and he smirks down at you.

“Taste good?” He asks and you nod at him, while he puts a yellow one in his mouth.

He bites his lip, and he looks at you up and down with just his eyes, “Hm I wonder if it really makes everything taste sweet.” Knowing exactly what he means, your heart skips a beat, and a breath gets caught in your throat from his hungry stare.

He starts to walk toward you and grabs another sour patch kid, placing it in his mouth halfway. You’re caged in between him and the kitchen island and he leans down toward your lips. Following his lead, you get on your tiptoes to meet his lips and slowly bite the other half of the candy from his mouth.

Once the candy is in your mouth, Taehyung connects your lips in an open mouth kiss. The taste of your mouths and the sweetness of the candy in between your lips is overwhelming. His kisses take your breath away and when he pulls away you are gasping. He grazes a hand down your torso and slips it underneath your shirt to touch the skin of your side. Both of you swallow the piece of candy in your mouth and goosebumps appear on your skin from his touch and stare.

“If your mouth tastes that good, I can’t imagine what your pussy is gonna taste like.” He mutters and you whimper. He presses you harder into the counter and you can feel the outline of his cock against your stomach, not fully hard yet but it makes your heart skip.

Your hands instinctively grab at his shirt collar when he kisses you and he is frantic with his kisses. Swallowing up your little pants and moans that escape your mouth. His mouth is sweet despite the candy being eaten. Is this what miracle berries make his mouth taste like? It’s heaven.

Taehyung is usually softer with his kisses but right now he’s kissing you with so much passion and love. His tongue explores your mouth, and you suckle on the tip of his sweet tongue. His grip around your torso moves down to your ass, which he squeezes before lifting you onto the kitchen island counter.

“Lean back for me, baby.” He says and you giggle as you lay back onto the counter, elbows holding you up to see him fumbling with your jean zipper. He looks a little too eager.

Once he manages to take your jeans off, he starts kissing your stomach, pushing your shirt up to palm your breasts. His fluffy hair tickling the top of your stomach as he trails his kisses downwards under your belly button. The feeling of his kisses and hands on you, combined with his eagerness and pretty face is enough to make your stomach flutter; feeling yourself getting turned on.

“Lemme see my beautiful girl.” He purrs and you open your legs up for him after he takes your panties off. You used to be embarrassed. Not really of your body but having a man this close to your open legs is a little scary. But Taehyung makes you feel no shame because you can see him staring hungrily at your wet folds. His eyes turn a shade darker when he uses his index and middle finger to collect your wetness on his fingers, brushing your clit in the process.

You let out a little squeak and he licks his lips before enveloping his fingers into his mouth. For some reason this seems more erotic than just going down on you and this visual makes your stomach flip. Taehyung’s eyes widen and he looks up at you.

“Y/n you always taste good, but this is insane. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You giggle at him, but you are immediately shut up when he places his face where you want him the most. His skilled tongue parts your folds and collects the wetness around your entrance before circling around your clit.

You exhale in a high-pitched moan and your legs try to close around his head, but he is using his strong hands to push them apart. Taehyung is always eager to taste you, but you can definitely tell this berry is enhancing it.

The scene is so dirty; you with your legs open for him on the kitchen countertop, and his face desperately eating out your cunt, the slurping noises getting a little too loud and all you can do is run your hands through his messy hair to keep him where you need him.

“Oh, just like that!” You plead with him when he starts sucking on your small bud, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. He chuckles into your heat, and you whine when his mouth detaches from your core.

“You taste like candy, Y/n. Think you can get a little wetter for me baby?” You nod frantically with your lower lip in between your teeth.

He fully stands up since he was leaning down over you and takes his shirt off. You lean up to touch his toned chest. His skin is tanned to perfection and warm underneath your cold hands. He grabs the hem of the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head and you let him. He quickly unclasps your bra, and your breasts spill out.

Taehyung attaches his lips to your neck and his hands to your breasts, palming them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You let your head drop back and another moan escapes your mouth. You haven’t even done anything to help him out yet but he’s taking his time to worship your body. His lips trail up your neck and nibble on your earlobe.

“You’re so fucking sexy Y/n.. letting me do whatever I want with you.” You hum in agreement and feel up his back muscles while he’s over you.

“I trust you, Tae.” He groans at your words and moves downward to suck at your nipple. The teasing is too much. He’s brought you to the brink of orgasm and now he’s flicking his tongue around your left nipple, and you almost feel like you could cum just from this.

“Tae, please I wanna cum.” You beg and he comes face to face with you.

“Are you wetter for me, huh?” Growing impatient, you just take his hand in yours and put it between your legs for him to feel.

He smugly chuckles again, “Good fucking girl.” And he’s down back in between your legs again to taste your sweetness. This time he dips his tongue into your entrance to collect more of your essence into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you again.

“Wanna make this pussy cum.” He says into your heat and wraps his puffy lips around your clit again.

You can’t stop your body from grinding into his face and you muster out a “Fuck, I’m cumming.” and he continues to flick his tongue around your bundle of nerves, your legs spasming around his head.

You’re dizzy from your orgasm and you’re back to reality once you hear the clinking of his belt buckle becoming undone.

“I need to fuck you Y/n, need to feel this sweet pussy cum around me.” You are a bit dazed from your orgasm, but you will never turn down Taehyung’s cock inside you. You want to make him feel good too.

Once his cock is out, it slaps against his stomach and your mouth naturally waters at the sight.

“You want this right?” Taehyung asks you and your heart melts at his words, always making sure to get your consent with anything he does with you, despite your body being splayed across the counter for him to use as he pleases.

“Yes, please I need you Tae. Please fuck me.” He smiles warmly at you and gives his cock a few pumps with his hand before rubbing it over your folds to coat it with your wetness. A gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of how hard he is and the need to have him fuck you is overpowering, and you whine.

You attempt to move your hips up to direct his length into you, but he obliges to your needs and sinks into you slowly.

Both of you moan simultaneously at the feeling and you hold onto his arms, feeling them flex under your fingers. He grinds into you, brushing against your walls deliciously. Taehyung was always mindful when he fucked you. He wasn’t the type of guy to chase his pleasure, he always made sure you were feeling good too, seeking validation.

“Tell me how I make you feel.” He demands softly and you moan.

“So so good. Your cock stretches me out so perfect. I love it.” His face grimaces in pleasure and he starts to pick up his pace. He uses his hands to hold your hips in place on the counter while you’re laid back on it. In this position, you can’t do too much to fuck him back, but he is taking everything into his hands, putting in the work to make you feel good.

“Fuck!” He pulls out abruptly and slaps his cock on your clit a couple times and you yelp.

“I can’t cum until you do one more time, ok?” You whimper from his words. You want him to cum so bad but he’s insistent and you can’t argue with him.

“Think you can give me one more, gorgeous?” And with that he’s back inside you, hitting your spot perfectly. Your legs start to ache a little from the position and you unknowingly clench around him. Taehyung lets out a choked moan and wraps his hand around the side of your neck.

“You gonna cum soon?” He asks and you give him a little “mm-hm” and he makes sure to keep the pace exactly how you like it. It becomes too much and you’re almost there, closing your eyes in pleasure.

Taehyung grabs your face by the jaw and says, “I want you to look at me when I make you cum, Y/n.” His dark stare along with his complete dominance over you is what drives you over the edge, fireworks exploding in your stomach and spreading all the way down to your toes and fingertips.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” Taehyung coaxes you through your orgasm. You’re slowly floating back down from your high when you notice Taehyung pull out of you. His cock still erect but covered in your slick now.

“You still have it in you to finish me off?” He cheekily asks and you smile at him, getting off the counter with wobbly legs.

The sight of you kneeling down in front of him, flushed from being fucked out and wide eyes makes his cock twitch.

“Taste yourself.” He softly demands and you grab his length and take his tip into your mouth. Holy shit. Of course you’ve tasted yourself with Tae before, but this is completely different. Now you understand why Tae was so eager to eat you out. His cock is covered in your sweet syrup and you wanna lick him clean like a lollipop. Taehyung sees your surprised reaction to the taste and smirks at you knowingly.

“Tastes fucking amazing, doesn’t it?” You moan in agreement, and he gathers your hair in a makeshift pony, egging you on- “Have some more baby.”

You lick stripes up his shaft, the sweet taste filling your mouth. You know this is a little gross, but you couldn’t care less as you see his chest rising and falling due to your actions. You make sure to lick him fully clean of you before taking as much of his cock down your throat as you can.

“Fuck Y/n, your mouth is so perfect. Doing such a good job.” His praise sends tingles down your spine and only advances you to do a better job for him. You start moving your head up and down while you suck and use your hand to play with his balls. His sexy moans are getting louder, and you want him to cum so bad. You take your mouth off him but continue to jerk him off with your hand. Looking up at him with your innocent eyes, you tell him what you want.

“I want to taste all of you, Tae. I want your cum so bad.” He groans so loud from your words and starts to try to thrust into your mouth and you let him. You put your mouth back around him and he holds your head in place while he lightly fucks your throat. It’s not long until his cum goes down your throat in hot spurts. You swallow it all, the sweetness covering your tongue and you moan at the taste of him, making sure to suck his tip for the rest.

Tae is shivering under your touch and his chest is pink and lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. How am I so lucky? He helps you up onto your feet and you are face to face with him.

“You’re the devil Y/n, but why do you look like my little angel at the same time?” He pulls you into him and presses his lips into yours, intermingling his tongue with yours, definitely tasting both of you on your tongue. His dominance is so sexy, and you can’t believe you did something so dirty with him but for some reason you feel no shame at all.

Out of breath, you pull away and rest your forehead against his.

“We gotta take those berries to the bedroom next time, fuck.” He says and you giggle before giving him one more peck on the mouth.

A/N: Pls support by liking, reblogging, and commenting! I love to see feedback! I've had this in progress for a while but finally finished it and I hope you guys like it! I could have chosen any of the members but I felt like Taehyung would most likely be goofy enough to be so excited over these berries lol.

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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 2 months

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i'm your biggest fan [j.shaw x morgan!child!reader]

prompt: after jaedyn's great performance at the game against argentina, you become her biggest fan.

author notes: been trying to get back to writing more and finally got some inspiration. i have been wanting to write a child!reader fic forever, blame @/woso-dreamzzz because im in love with her child!reader fics so bad. this is me trying to make myself feel better after that shit ass usa vs mexico game 🤗 so enjoy! P.S. the reader is like around five in this.

you're standing on the pitch after the usa vs argentina, happily following around your soccer aunts. this game was one of the best lately. your throat was dry from all the shouting and cheering you have been doing. especially when your mother scored a banger in the nineteenth minute. of course you weren't only cheering only for your mommy, getting loud for all your soccer aunts too. like blondie lindsey and tiny rose. that doesn't mean you haven't been focusing your attention on the new girls though; they are officially your soccer cousins now since they are all too young to be aunties in your opinion.

one new girl in particular has caught your attention. the way she has been performing so strongly throughout the whole match has you obsessed with her. not that you understand soccer tactics or anything, but even a five year old knows good play when they see it. you screamed her name the loudest (right after your mommy's of course); jaedyn. not only was jaedyn the cool new girl who your mommy says is going to the next big thing for the team, but she also wears the number above your mommy's new one. you honestly hated the new number because your mommy is number thirteen, not seven but you can't seem to understand whatever rule your mom told you about because it's too much for your brain so you don't think about it. the only good thing that came out of the change is the fact your mommy's cubby is next to jaedyn's.

the moment you spot the girl in the question as you follow around lynn, who just stopped to talk to crystal about the game, you slip off to where jaedyn is which wasn't a hard task. just having to go through a few legs with some quick "hi!"s in-between.

finally you make it to where jaedyn is sipping on her water bottle. she looks so cool even when just standing around. it seems jaedyn doesn't spot you, so you just do the ol' tug them by the shorts trick and her eyes look down at you.

"oh? hey mini morgan," her smile is like the sun to you. her tone sounds so chill and cool that you try to copy her. "hi big shaw!" you say. your words coming out way less cool than hers but it was worth the effort. the american player lets out a short laugh, ruffling your hair that's in pigtails. making it a bit messy, but you don't really mind. it's jaedyn doing it so why would you?

"big shaw? i'm the only shaw around here, so shouldn't it be shaw the first?" you nod at her words already. "okay, shaw the first, can you teach me how to shoot a banger?" you ask. looking up at her with high exceptions already. the way you say your words make her laugh loudly which confuses you. why is cool girl jaedyn laughing? is it because she thinks you can't score a banger too? or maybe she's like a magician and can't reveal her secrets.

you lean more towards the magician theory, saying, "i promise i won't tell anyone about it! so you can keep your shooting superpower hidden." jaedyn just shakes her head before crouching down to your height. "you don't have to keep it a secret. i think everyone already knows," she whispers, "but yeah i'll teach you. just make sure to ask your mommy." you let a excited gasp as you whip your head around. looking for your mom across the pitch. your expert alex morgan finding eyes locate her easily. turning your head back to look at jaedyn with a smile. you hold out your pinky finger, "pinky promise?"

"pinky promise," jaedyn accepts your declaration of confirmation as she locks her pinky finger with yours. "thanks shaw the first!" you shout at her after pulling away. already running quickly to go ask your mommy to let jaedyn to teach you how to score bangers. hopefully she doesn't question why didn't you just ask her since you wouldn't want to break it your mommy that jaedyn is just cooler. your mommy is still one of the coolest though.

you almost bump into the legs of naomi on your way to your mommy, but dodge quickly with your great dodging skills. naomi even said you might be a defender in the making once. the loud voice of yours can be heard to everyone around you as you finally reach your mommy.

"can big shaw teach me how to score bangers, please!" you shout out happily. your mommy just chuckles before patting the top of your head, "of course, baby."

and that was possibly the path to you being a future forward. all thanks to big shaw.

#uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #jaedyn shaw x reader #jaedyn shaw #alex morgan #woso x reader #woso fanfics

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Sombra y Amor

First part - Sombra y Fuego

A/n: I forgot where I was going with this part 2, but I have a vague idea of a timeline running up to the 2023 summer transfer window👀 but keep in mind it's set in the 2021/22 season in this part so whoops. I decided to be nice since I passed my driving theory test today:)

Summary: R’s family were family friends of the Putellas family, R grew up with them, goes over to help establish Manchester United WFC whilst studying there, over the years befriends some Dutchies and Ona when she arrives too.

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Whoever organised the villas for Ibiza clearly thought you needed to be babysat. You were in the room next to Alexia’s, and Alba was in the same villa too.

The agreement for your birthday was two celebrations, one in Manchester, which you had with your United teammates, a celebration that ended with you waking up the next morning with Ona using your chest as a pillow, and a teasing text on your phone from Jill, about how you fell asleep on the call with her.

The other celebration would be in Ibiza with as many of your Spanish national teammates as possible, plus, much to Alexia’s resistance, and Jenni’s encouragement, Jill had tagged along, meeting some of her Wolfsburg teammates in the process.

You weren’t going to admit that you’d been staying up to work on your final assignment of the trimester, the part-time degree taking up chunks of your time when you weren’t training for a match or participating in said matches.

Your sleep schedule was a mess though because of it, Ona having woken you up so you could both get to the airport in time to head back to Spain being one of the more significant events. Or how you slept on Ona’s shoulder for most of the flight back.

Footsteps approaching your room were the first thing you heard, but whoever it was knocked gently, waiting before opening the door slightly, then walking in. You ruled out Alba, Ona and Jill, and nobody else would walk into your room whilst you were sleeping but one. The knocking and waiting, the door opening slightly to peek in, it was Alexia.

“Buenos días mi pequeña sombra… are you awake? I hope you are, Jenni’s plan was to dump water on you, but I said I would check first…” Her voice was soft, reminding you of when you were a child, sneaking into her bed when you had nightmares. You would choose Alexia over Alba then because Alba accidentally rolled you out of her bed, waking up the entire Putellas household because you had hit your head on the way to the floor.

A soft groan left your mouth as you rolled over, leaving space for Alexia to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand gently pulling down the back of your pyjama shirt from where it had rolled up.

“Hm… buenos días…” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes as you rolled over to look at her.

“What’s wrong? You have that look on your face- the same one you had when… what’s bothering you?” You trailed off, avoiding admitting what you had thought of last time Alexia had that expression on her face.

“You re-signed with United?” Your signing with United in 2018 had taken Alexia, Alba and Eli by surprise, but you explained your reasons well, for the three year contract anyway, but now you were tacking on another two years, taking you up to summer 2023.

“My degree… It's taking longer than I thought, since it’s part time, but after the lockdowns, the universities got better at online work, so I’m ahead… I re-signed because it’s going to take another year at least, and United is getting better. Ona’s contract is until 2023 too, if they activate the option year. The WSL is fun, and it’s not like Barcelona needs Sombra.” You replied, about to bury your face in your pillow but Alexia let out a sigh.

“By the way, thanks for kicking Chelsa’s ass in the finals.” You changed the subject, seeing the disappointment in your older sister’s eyes at you saying Barcelona didn’t need Sombra, referring to yourself like that.

“Come on, get dressed, you’re missing breakfast. Jenni, hold off on the water. Sombra is awake.” Alexia nudged you, calling out to Jenni, who let out a bored groan in the hallway, peeking her head in as Alexia nudged you again, spotting you going back to sleep.

“Finally!” Jill teased you whilst Ona laughed, but you chose to ignore them both in favour of breakfast, sitting down next to Ona with Jill opposite you. You could feel other eyes on you as you realised that Alba, Jenni and Alexia were all watching you three.

“Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten?”

Jill let out a chuckle before replying in Dutch, the two of you chattering away as Ona looked overwhelmed, but a smile lit up her face when she saw the looks on the other Spanish players’ faces.

“How much of that do you understand?”

“Jackie’s Dutch lessons are really good, plus I like the looks on everyone’s faces when faced with a language they don’t understand.” You shrugged, before Jill said something in Dutch that left your face burning.

“Ik probeerde dat te vergeten."

Jill laughed at that, leaving you to huff as your sisters looked confused, and Ona shook her head in amusement, having a slight idea of what was happening.

“Let’s move on… what are we doing today? Also where is everyone else?” You glanced around, taking another bite of your breakfast.

“They went to rent a boat.” Jenni explained, as you got up to make a drink, following you over to make a coffee.

“A boat?”

“Yes. You can reenact Titanic.” Jenni smirked, but you frowned in confusion, taking a moment before realising.

“I’d understand that reference, if I had actually been awake during that movie.” You retorted, watching as Jenni removed the teaspoon from her coffee cup.

“Have you told Alexia about when we’re back in Barcelona? What did Mapi say?” Jenni asked into her coffee, sparing a glance in the direction of your sisters as you hummed.

“Mapi offered to do it herself, but Alexia would kill her. I haven’t told Alexia, but I think she’s still a little offended that I went with Alba for my fourth one, instead of with her. She had a media thing so couldn’t go with me.”

“Fourth? It is like you are growing up before my eyes!” Jenni teased, grinning as you grimaced into your drink.

“You’ve known me for years-”

“What are you two talking about?” Alba raised an eyebrow, walking over to make herself a drink.

“Nothing!” “Nothing!”

///

“Are you sure those three aren’t all dating?” Lola gestured to where you, Jill and Ona were on the dancefloor together.

“We’re sure, but… I don’t think our baby sister realises anything beyond trying to annoy Alexia.” Alba replied before disappearing onto the dance floor.

“Annoy you?” Lola enquired, turning to Alexia, who rolled her eyes, swaying to the music slightly as she turned to look at Lola, no longer watching you, Jill and Ona.

“My baby sisters… who have somehow disappeared?” Alexia frowned, looking over the dancefloor again to spot Ona dancing with Leila, and Jill was talking to some of her Wolfsburg teammates.

“Maybe they wanted some air?” Lola suggested, looking over the dancefloor and seeing no indication of you or Alba anywhere.

///

You had to grow out of sneaking into Alexia’s room as you grew up, because she grew up too, and you saw her less and less due to football. Instead, you’d lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling trapped in your thoughts. Sometimes Alba would find you kicking a football outside, or Eli would wake up to find you studying at the dining room table in the early morning.

Exiting your room at the villa, your feet were soft against the floor, tapping your knuckles against the door you needed carefully, waiting before opening the door enough to peek in hesitantly. It was only when you saw that it was safe that you slipped into the room, curling up on the floor next to Alexia’s bed.

You tried not to flinch as you heard the bedsheets rustle, but Alexia was peeking over the bed to look down at you curled up on the floor.

“What’s wrong? You had a nightmare? Why are you on the floor?” Alexia whispered into the darkness, hearing you let out a sigh.

“I can’t sleep. Jill admitted she’s had feelings for me for a while, but she’s leaving for Germany, and I’m not going to see her unless Spain plays against the Netherlands and I’m on the roster. We both accepted it was a missed opportunity, but it still hurts.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, curling up further on the floor until Alexia reached down to rub your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mi pequeña sombra, although, you’re not that little anymore…”

“I’m still five years younger… even if I’m not that toddler running after you and Alba anymore.” You replied, leaning into your sister’s touch as she huffed.

“The ball was bigger than your legs but you wanted to play with me. You would cry if I wouldn’t let you. Mi pequeña sombra… my little shadow…”

“Too long for a jersey. I still remember when they started calling me Sombra, but it didn’t warm my heart like mi pequeña sombra did. You called me just Sombra once, and I wanted to cry. You’re my sister, even if we’re not blood. You, Alba, Eli, you’re more my family than… them. I love you.” your rambling was cut off as Alexia shifted in her bed, wrapping her arms around you to pull you into her, the hold reminding you of when you were little, clinging to your big sister after nightmares had woken you up.

“I love you, mi pequeña sombra, my littlest sister… Does Alba know about it?” Alexia hummed, gently rubbing your back as you shifted.

“Yeah, we talked the entire way back here from the club, I think I wrecked her plans to dance with whoever she was eyeing at the club but if Ona saw me cry, or Jill realised her confession made me cry… Alba’s had my back ever since she threw a boy in the mud for trying to kiss me.”

“¿Qué?” Alexia almost flew up from the bed, confusion all over her face at what you had said, quickly asking when this had happened, and where she was at the time of the event.

“We were at the park. You had gone off to play football with the big kids, and I wasn’t allowed to join you since I was seven, you were twelve, Alba was nine. I’d played with the boy before on the playground, but I don’t know why he thought kissing me was a good idea. Alba spotted it, shoved him into the mud and glared at him, he cried, and I cried too when Eli came over… and that’s the story of how a boy was almost my first kiss.”

“Remind me to thank Alba. Wait, almost your first kiss… who was your first kiss?” Alexia asked, but you were either asleep, or pretending to, as Alexia got no answer. Who your first kiss was was something only you and some of the Spanish squad from the under 17’s championships in Iceland knew.

///

Your sleeping-in habit was apparently contagious. You and Alexia both were still sleeping when Alba went to check on you, finding your bed empty, so she headed towards Alexia’s room, finding you asleep, having stolen the blanket from a sleeping Alexia, and your foot was dangling off the bed.

A shriek echoed through the villa, leaving everyone else in the villa, and outside it in the pool to immediately look around, wondering what had happened.

“Alba! Don’t do that!” you yelled, having awoken to a hand grabbing your ankle, whilst Alexia flew up at your shriek, protectiveness in overdrive until she realised it was only Alba pranking you.

“Lo siento, but you left your foot dangling over the edge.” Alba smirked, but you huffed, glancing around to realise you were not in your bed, or your room, and the three of you were not alone.

“Buenos días, everyone!” you got out of bed, heading into the hallway, bypassing the audience to head to your room to get ready for the day. It wasn’t until they heard another shriek for Ona that had them hurrying to your room, finding you jumping around.

“What’s going on?”

“I got my grade back on my assignment, the one I stayed up until 2am to finish, I got 75! That’s a first class!” you exclaimed, jumping around in excitement as Ona eventually realised what you had said, and what assignment you were talking about, quickly jumping into your arms to join your celebrations.

You didn’t see the way your sisters exchanged looks, because you were busy jumping around with Ona in your arms, grins on both your faces.

///

Floating in the pool, you stared up at the blue cloudless sky, the water rippling gently against your skin.

It was only when you heard a sploosh, eyes staying on the sky as the water rocked you roughly, turning your head to spot Ona swimming towards you.

“What are you doing?” Ona enquired, floating on her back next to you.

“Just thinking.”

“Be careful!” Ona teased, making you huff and roll your eyes, spotting a lone cloud drifting over.

“You, thinking can be dangerous, Sombra.” A new voice teased, making you and Ona sink instead of float, hurrying to swim over to the edge of the pool where Laia Aleixandri stood with a smirk.

“Charming… so, are you going to stand there like a lawn ornament or swim with us?”

“You two weren’t doing much swimming.” Laia deadpanned whilst Ona frowned.

“Lawn ornament?”

///

“Do you know who the first kiss was with?” Alexia quietly enquired to Alba, spotting you, Laia and Ona chatting in the pool.

“You don’t?” Alba went to tease, but Alexia’s sigh was enough to stop Alba from teasing her older sister, “I just know it happened, no details, too awkward to talk about it, but it was with a girl.”

“When, Alba, when?”

“That football trip in Iceland.” Alba replied, trying to recall more.

“In 2015?” Alexia perked up, trying to recall who would have been on the Spain squad back then.

“Hey, we’re getting ready to go to the restaurant now!” Lola called out, whilst Jenni tried to jokingly wrangle everyone out of the pool with a broom.

“Why are you so interested in my first kiss anyway? It’s not like I know who yours was, or that I want to…” you dramatically grimaced as Alexia let out a gasp, whilst Alba snickered, watching on as Alexia went to tease you back.

“So it was in Iceland with the under 17’s… you’re close to a lot of our national teammates-” Alexia began but you ducked behind Ona and Laia.

“Was not us!” the two defended themselves, hurrying after you as you all went to get ready for the restaurant, not going to dinner in your swimsuits.

///

“You’re so nosy today.” You pointed out, sipping your drink through a paper straw as Alexia put down her glass.

“You never told me-”

“The entire concept of a first kiss is awkward, and I haven’t spoken to her in a while because she plays in Spain, like nearly everyone else on the national team besides Ona, who isn’t going to tell you, and neither is Laia, who I also haven’t seen in ages so…” you shrugged, turning to talk to Laia, whilst Alexia sighed.

“First kiss, that happened already?” Lola turned, raising an eyebrow as she remembered you from years ago, how little you were.

“Five years ago apparently… no idea who it is, but someone from the national team during the under 17’s in Iceland. Not Ona or Laia…”

“Maybe you should drop it, Sombra does not have to kiss and tell.” Jenni suggested, leaving Alexia to nod in agreement, especially since dinner was beginning to arrive.

“You never told her?” Ona whispered, leaving you to shrug.

“You know me, I don’t realise people like me until it’s too late. Carmen, Jill, there was even a girl at school, we were fourteen. No point telling my sisters every missed opportunity of a relationship.” You explained quietly, poking at your meal with the fork, your appetite gone as you recalled what Jill had admitted to you yesterday.

Ona frowned slightly, reaching over to take your hand and squeeze it gently, gaining a forced smile from you in response which she shook her head at.

“How about we celebrate your assignment grade, that first, not your first kiss?” Ona asked, making you laugh slightly too loud as you gained the attention of some of the others.

“Fine, fine, yeah, let’s do that.”

///

Heading back to Barcelona, your sisters had noticed your sneakiness, but hadn’t been able to figure out why. Jill had left to pack up her stuff in London for the move to Wolfsburg, so it wasn’t about her.

“Have you seen-” Alexia began to ask Alba, but Alba already knew, since you three were supposed to be going out for dinner with Eli soon.

“Out with Mapi and Jenni-”

“Dios mío, they went out to get tattoos.” Alexia let out a sigh, but Alba wasn’t done.

“Leila and Ona too.”

“Sure, everyone else… didn’t even ask me.” Alexia began to sulk, much to Alba’s amusement.

///

“Happy?” Leila enquired, turning around to see you were giving Ona a piggyback as the five of you walked through the streets of Barcelona.

“Sí!” you grinned, but let out a groan when Jenni leaned back to pat your head, making a remark in Spanish about how you were growing up before her eyes.

“You’ve known me for years!”

“You were so little!” Jenni replied, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“And now I live in another country to play club football whilst studying for my degree, and have a few tattoos so…” you shrugged, shifting slightly to not drop Ona.

“You have more than a few!” Ona cut in, gaining Mapi’s attention.

“The ones on my ribs are private!” but what you said didn’t help, as Mapi looked between you and Ona on your back.

“But Ona saw them?”

Jenni and Leila stopped walking to raise eyebrows at you and Ona then.

“We share a flat, and we don’t have a shower curtain, it’s a pane of glass.” You deadpanned, about to retort when your phone began to ring in your pocket, “I’m going to be late for dinner, look, if you’re that interested in my tattoos, I’ll snapchat you… just not the rib ones, Alexia looked murderous when she found out Ona saw one, and that Jill went with me to get one done…”

“Alexia looked murderous about that? Good luck to whoever you end up dating!” Mapi deadpanned, noticing the look on Ona’s face as you huffed.

“No, too young to date!” Jenni cut in, with Leila agreeing, whilst Mapi began to laugh and Ona buried her face in your shoulder to hide her laughter.

“Literally the same age as Ona!”

///

Heading back to Manchester, you hugged Alexia, Alba and Eli tightly, not wanting to let go but your home was in Manchester, at least for the next two years.

“Ay, you’ll miss your flight.” Alba poked you in the sides as you fumbled with your suitcase handle.

“You have to go, mi pequeña sombra.” Alexia hummed, noticing your hesitation, but you nodded, smiling softly before turning to walk into the terminal.

///

Spain didn’t qualify for the Olympics in Tokyo, so you and Ona were well rested by the time that pre-season for the 2021/22 season began. Starting with some club friendlies, then the WSL began. The first game back against Reading was memorable, for more reasons than one, as Ona had scored the second goal in the match, Kirsty getting the first, and you scoring the third one.

The first game back was also memorable because of the meowing you heard on the way back from the cafe you had picked up breakfast from for you and Ona the morning after. You both had the day off, but you had volunteered for breakfast, allowing Ona some more time to sleep.

You froze at the mews, glancing around but there were no signs of the source. Paper bag of breakfast for two in one hand, you hummed, glancing around to try to get closer to the source of the voice.

“Oh, no, poor baby, no, I’ve got you, I’ve got you… Ona’s gonna kill me, I’m bringing home more than just breakfast.”

///

Ona didn’t expect you to bring a soggy stinky cardboard box back for breakfast, a box that happened to be transporting a furry meowing creature that was determined to try and eat the breakfast you bought.

“I’m going to find a vet now, just don’t let any of the breakfast get eaten… also, I’m not sure how long the box was in the bins outside the cafe, so… be careful of fleas and ticks.” You grabbed your phone, starting to google, while Ona looked in the box to find the meowing creature trying to climb out. The breakfast sat forgotten on the kitchen counter as you and Ona began to sort out the latest edition to the household.

///

The fuzzball had no identification, and since being found in a soggy cardboard box near the cafe, was assumed to have been abandoned, meaning that after a few pouts between you and Ona, the cat was staying.

“Desayuno.” You ran your finger over the fuzzball’s head, the feline still not happy with the veterinary handling, but was also happier to be out of that box.

“Breakfast? You want to name the cat, breakfast?”

“Yuno for short. I went out to get breakfast for us, and came back with it, and a stray cat, thus, we have Desayuno… Sombra-Batlle.”

“Desayuno Sombra-Batlle?”

“I don’t go by my surname, and legally I’m not a Putellas, so… okay, no Lion King moment for Yuno-” you immediately put down the flailing fluffball who wasn’t enjoying being picked up and held in the air.

“Maybe once Yuno is bigger.” Ona shrugged, looking over at how the fuzzball was now exploring the flat.

“We have a couple of neighbours who can watch Yuno when we’re on away trips.” You added, following the fuzzball around the flat as Ona playfully rolled her eyes, getting her phone out to text Alexia.

///

“How many tattoos do you have now?” Vicky glanced over at you as you held the cafe menu between your fingers in thought, turning it over to make sure you’d considered all the options.

“More than my sisters think I have, but last time I went was with Mapi, Jenni, Leila and Ona in Barcelona a few months back…” you turned the menu over again, not seeing the look on Vicky’s face.

“Did you five book out an entire studio or something?”

“The others have connections, plus it was an excuse to hang out with them, bringing everyone together. Although Alexia gets grumpy every time I come back with another tattoo she didn’t know I had planned. She just needs to wait until her birthday. Tattoos, no matter your background, they bring you together, y’know…”

“That is far too philosophical for someone who used to hide behind Alexia at national team camp.” Vicky pointed out, making you falter, but Ona’s return from the cafe bathroom was enough of a distraction for the conversation to be forgotten.

///

An instagram notification distracted you from your reading, glancing up from the online textbook on your laptop to your phone to look. Yuno’s eyes opened slightly to acknowledge the movement of your arm, but the cat stayed put, happy as could be curled up in your lap (regardless of the fact you were starting to need the toilet.)

“Ona, did you tag me in something on your stories?” You enquired, but Ona had gone to her room for something after the two of you had had dinner, leaving you with a stubborn, sleeping Yuno.

Opening your phone to see what Ona had tagged you in, you chuckled at the photo of you reading, with Yuno in your lap, asleep.

Your phone buzzed again, reminding you of the time as you saw Jackie’s text, quickly opening zoom to join the group call that Jackie had sent you a link to.

“Hoi!”

///

Ona raised an eyebrow as she exited her room, hearing you talking to someone, and as she entered the kitchen, she glanced into the living room to spot you on the couch, on video call to a chunk of the Netherlands national team that you had crossed paths with at Arsenal and through knowing Jackie. Jill was part of the call, the defender discovered as she walked over to the couch, falling into frame of your camera as you leaned back to acknowledge her.

“Hoi, Ona…” you murmured, smiling as Ona sat next to you, waving to the camera. She didn’t know Dutch, but she could still pet Yuno, who stretched in your lap, a paw pressing into your stomach that made you grimace slightly. Yuno had developed a sixth sense that involved being able to press paws over your internal organs.

You froze at a comment made specifically in Dutch so Ona wouldn’t catch on, feeling your face burn as you murmured back a “misschein.” Maybe.

Maybe you looked at Ona like she hung the stars in the sky. Just maybe.

/// hopefully some translations ///

Buenos días mi pequeña sombra - good morning my little shadow

Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten? - how are your new teammates?

Ik probeerde dat te vergeten. - I tried to forget that.

¿Qué? - what?

Lo siento - I'm sorry

Dios mío - my god

Sí - yes

Desayuno - breakfast

Hoi - hi

misschein - maybe

#woso x reader #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #ona batlle x reader #jill roord x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines #woso imagines #manchester united wfc x reader #manchester united wfc imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #jill roord imagine #ona batlle imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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Let's kick things off with a mega-giga ask compilation!

I've spent the last couple of days working through the backlog, and I've been able to answer some quite old asks that were spoilers at the time they were sent.

@kintatsu asked: So, I was rereading your blog, and got to the post where you determine that John's 13th birthday was a Monday, and complain on his behalf that he couldn't really relax due to having the whole schoolweek ahead of him. Well, I checked, and the previous day was the first Sunday after the first full moon after the equinox, i.e. Easter Sunday. So it might have been a holiday week.

John entered the Medium shortly after Easter Sunday, and he did so by biting into an apple. Forget about the god tiers – his most powerful transformation is clearly Catholic Beast Mode.

Anonymous asked: The thing about knowing your Aspect, I think, is that it's the Aspect you most GET. I GET Space and Light, I understand them completely, they are suffused in my bones and my blood, they are writ large upon my brain and every base in my DNA. What aspect do you just GET?

To be honest, I don’t think I know enough about any Aspect to ‘get’ it.

If I had to choose, then I'd probably feel the most natural affinity for Life and/or Doom – and if was forced to pick one, I’d say I'm very slightly more drawn to Life, just based on vibes.

@mhafanlol2000 asked: I think the horrorterror’s plan (or the closest thing we can comprehend) is CHAOS-by which I mean LIFE. Skaia is order. If it can want, then it wants its players to follow the script it has written-the Alpha. It wants propagation, the snake to eat it’s own tail, blah blah blah. That is order. That is perfect servitude. That is NOT life. The gods, meanwhile, want chaos. It wants its servants to live. It does not tell people to do anything. It simply gives them the facts, and says “here is what you should do. You can not, you can do whatever the hell.” It wants romance, conflict, CHAOS. that is life.

And if this theory is accurate to the canon Life aspect, then I feel justified in my affinity for it. It falls fairly closely in line with my own philosophy.

@necrowyrm asked: When searching your blog I always type "thew" before Tumblr autocompletes your URL. That has become who you are to me.. Thew, Glorious Liveblogger, navigating the treacherous seas of Homestuck

Sally ‘Thew’ Ertsearch, reporting in. 🫡

Anonymous asked: there's actually another arthurian joke to do with dave's land/quest. have another look at the disc platform that bro stabbed. how would you describe the shape of that turntable?

Ayy, Dave's a Knight of the Round Turntable! Honestly, that'd be a pretty great name for his theme song.

@caliquill asked: kanaya vs rose would be absolutely hilarious but. kanaya IS the original "I Can Fix Her" girl for a reason.

Anonymous asked: the only real requirement for a name suggestion to be picked was that the firstname was 4 letters. but by really cool coincidence strider and lalonde are 7 letters, and egbert and harley are 6, and if you add those together its 4/13! similarly, both the trolls names were required to be 6 letters (i think hussie mixed and matched them actually, some of the firstnames were suggested as surnames and vice versa) so theres a similar case to be made for 6/12. but just doubling the same number i think holds less water than adding together two different numbers

Number symbolism is just very flexible in general. All Hussie really had to do was introduce a few 'important' numbers, and the fandom could start finding them everywhere!

Anonymous asked: This may be the wrong place to ask, but have you deleted your post of analyzing the Let the Squiddles Sleep song? I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Here it is. Hopefully you're able to see it now!

Anonymous asked: Will the Mega-Ask-Compilation and Liveblog Recap also happen? ~LOSS (19/2/23)

The former is currently taking place. The latter was planned, but after skimming my blog for a bit, I realized I didn't have as much to say about it as I thought I did. Plus, it's been ages, so I'm really excited to look at some new pages. We can leave the old ones for later - I'll probably do some sort of blog retrospective eventually.

Anonymous asked: i figure the trolls' battlefield went through a full set of dnd dice/platonic solids, plus maybe some other notable johnson solids like a truncated icosahedron (aka a soccer ball or buckminsterfullerene), before becoming a sphere. maybe the outer ring went through stages like simple torus, mobius strip, borromean rings or other fun knots, before becoming a mobius net. (not really sure what a mobius net is, mathematically, but that's apparently what the thing around the final form of the kid's battlefield is called.) or maybe something weird happens with that many prototypings, and the battlefield turns into a tesseract or a klein bottle or a menger sponge or a mandelbulb.

If you so much as look at the Battlefield created by the Gigasession, your brain will leak out of your ears.

@manorinthewoods asked: <3Dave, >3>John, >3oJade, <>Rose (by process of elimination) ~LOSS (5/6/23)

I don’t think either of the girls have worn a playing card symbol. The leaf on Jade’s Wardrobifier does kind of look like a spade, but John’s already got that quadrant on lockdown.

Anonymous asked: Reading stuff about skaia on this blog reminded me of madoka, and made me consider that skaia might be like kyube and the other incubators and sburb is skaias way of keeping the unerverse from decaying

Reading this ask makes me realize that Rose is a near-perfect mark for Kyubey.

There’s only one way to save your session, Seer. Form a contract with me, and become a magical girl.

Anonymous asked: man. i dont know what i expected to happen when you found it. but for The Baby Is You to be liveblogged in less than 20 words during a post was not the way i expected it to go

I know it’s not technically part of Homestuck canon, but it really feels like Homestuck canon to me - at least to the same degree as Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, and I liveblogged that.

Anonymous asked: begging (lightheartedly) for you to add posts like LOLCAT and "this guy's an orb" to one of the liveblog tags. they're pretty funny, and it's nice to see off-the-cuff reactions like that, haha. imo it'd be a shame for new readers to miss those kind of posts

Done! I sometimes forget to tag posts like that, because I usually just fire them off and forget about ‘em.

@captorations asked: “Give me a set of rules, and I'll analyze the hell out them, every time.” hello fellow doom player. hope you like the color green

Based on ~ATH’s association with curses, as well as Sollux’s programming hobby, I think there’s a decent chance that Doom relates to coding in some way.

Coding is all about rules, so perhaps Doom, is, in fact, the aspect of rules and logic. I'm not sure why such an aspect would be named 'doom', but it's been obvious for a while that these aspect names aren't always literal.

Anonymous asked: I’d just like to clarify some terminology because it seems relevant, but Aradia isn’t a red blood, she’s a rust blood

[The blood colors all have canon names: Aradia = rust blood Tavros = bronze blood Sollux = gold blood Nepeta = olive blood Kanaya = jade blood Terezi = teal blood Vriska = blue blood (I like cerulean better tho) Equius = indigo blood Gamzee = purple blood Eridan = violet blood Feferi = fuchsia blood and Karkat has no official blood name, but people usually call him mutant blood or candy-red blood - C ]

Oh, there are official names for each color? That’s going to be helpful to disambiguate each blood caste, especially when we really start digging into troll culture and biology.

Anonymous asked: I do believe the top-left ship on the wall - no, Karkat doesn't have red eyes. […] It's probably Vrisrezi, yes, but it could also be Vriskat.

Yeah, I’m still not sure who this ship is supposed to represent.

They have Terezi’s eyes, but the hair and symbol look like Karkat’s. Plus, Nepeta hates this ship, which would make sense if it’s between her crush and someone other than her.

Honestly, my best guess is that it was meant to be Karkat, and the red eyes were just a mistake on Hussie’s part.

Anonymous asked: something I never thought about… is the blue blood sourced from equius or did he get a stock.

Aradia has real blue indigo blood in her veins, and it almost certainly belongs to Equius himself. He could have got it from a donor, but I personally doubt there was anyone else he could ask. Equius feels like he'd be an outsider, even to other indigo-bloods.

Anonymous asked: vriska would be a good strider

Vriska Serket raised by Bro Strider would be the most terrifying character imaginable. I don't even want to contemplate what that upbringing would do to her.

Anonymous asked: Any piece of lore hussie writes needs to contend with the fact that hussie is resolutely committed to the bit. Hence all the words on how different trolls are being entirely blasted aside by 'and then they're just grey humans anyway lmao'

That's the price of admission into Homestuck, for better or for worse. Hussie quite clearly enjoys screwing with us, and we have to take everything we see in the comic with a huge pinch of salt.

Anonymous asked: I'll disagree a bit on the phrasing that Eridan forces Feferi to <> him because firstly she doesn't even seem convinced that he would commit genocide and secondly she dropped him super easily once the lusus-feeding is no longer necessary. While understandable, that doesn't suggest to me someone who is obliged by Eridan's aggression to pacify him. I think she has much more agency in this relationship (or lack thereof I suppose) than that.

Feferi definitely had her doubts – but she must have believed that Eridan was dangerous to a certain degree, because that’s the basis of a moirallegiance.

Forced might not be the right word, but she certainly felt some amount of obligation to pacify him. She sure wasn’t in that relationship for the good of her health.

Anonymous asked: So, Vriska has a conversation with Karkat, where he says she seems to have blackrom feelings for Tavros, but that he doesn't think Tavros can even feel blackrom properly. Then she has another conversation with Tavros in which she antagonizes him, and he notices, but just kind of ignores it and doesn't respond emotionally. Then we see her make a huge dramatic redrom gesture and kiss him. She vacillated because he wasn't into her… incel behavior.

Yup. I’ve always held that Tavros never wanted anything to do with Vriska. He doesn't want to love or hate her - what he really wants is to live in a world where she doesn't exist.

Vriska’s refusal to accept this basic fact is one of the main reasons she’s decided to make his life a living hell.

Anonymous asked: I headcanon that troll blood is analog, but the empire culls non-digital colors because they make the troll race seem like a joke or something. Lol

If there were minor variations in blood color, the Empire probably wouldn’t want to acknowledge it, since the stratification of blood classes forms the basis of their society.

We haven’t seen any trolls besides our twelve (apart from Troll Will Smith) so we can’t compare the blood of two members of the same caste - but we can speculate. Human blood color is known to vary depending on its oxygenation level, and I imagine troll blood would reflect its current chemical composition in the same way.

Anonymous asked: Vriska must be seething while Karkat introduces the concept of quadrants to the reader. Imagine this basic and important facet of troll life, and you're just getting schoolfed it. (This message was sent on 20/10/22.)

This was a fun bit of weirdness from early Hivebent, wasn’t it? In retrospect, it's kind of hilarious that Karkat decided to infodump to Vriska about the obscure, niche topic of… dating.

@sanctferum asked: According to his formspring, Hussie's self-insert's classpect is Waste of Space. He also briefly considers Huss of Lips. This is obviously not meant to be taken seriously but. since you asked @absinthe-and-alabaster asked: i believe hussie said somewhere that FedoraFreak's classpect was "Gent of Piss" Anonymous asked: (not sure if this is technically a spoiler but) hussie has jokingly said that fedorafreak's class is a gent.

If Dad Egbert was a Player, then the Gent class would be forced into canonical existence, as the only class that could possibly define him.

Anonymous asked: If Vriska's control does require the victim to on some level want to do the thing, then Sollux's insistence that you do not under any circumstance eat the mind honey could be something he developed in response to that incident. So that if she ever controls him again, she won't be able to make him eat it.

Wow, I never considered that. That’s a very good (and tragic) take, and I think I'm at least locking it in as a headcanon.

Anonymous asked: the official extended zodiac actually has… 288 signs, if im doing my math right? and also probably hadn't yet been conceptualized when that page was posted (the earliest known evidence comes from 2015). i don't know if any thought was put into the number or if it was just pulled from their ass, but there was a running gag in hussie's q&as where he repeatedly threatened us with a 10,000 page intermission focused on 48 squiddles, each representing a sign from the alternian zodiac Anonymous asked: I believe the troll zodiac is one of the few things in HS lore that was truly retconned, there’s actually 288 signs.

Move over, 48 Squiddles. I want to hear about the 288-player clusterfuck that actually gave rise to Alternia!

@manorinthewoods asked: wheee, you got to the first god tiering! this probably opens up a load of new things to say, so, first off: do you think you need to have a full echeladder to god tier? vriska implied so.

She never outright stated that it was required, but I still think it probably is. You generally need to max out your class levels before you can prestige.

@morganwick asked: Believe it or not, you're still in the "Homestuck could have updated RIGHT NOW" phase of the comic's release schedule. The break after the Equius-Aradia kiss aside, the hiati you've heard horror stories about didn't start becoming a thing until the end of Act 5.

[this was around page 3000. still true at this page though - C]

Hussie’s sheer productivity at this stage continues to astound. Could you imagine having that much creative energy?

Maybe Hussie just drinks twenty coffees a day.

Anonymous asked: as someone who is Normal about aradia it's an absolute delight to see someone dig into her character. she's so fascinating to me. (also, fun fact, a while ago tumblr voted her the coolest character in all of homestuck. so there's that)

Aradia’s awesome, and I still don’t think her death is going to stick.

Her ghost was perfectly capable of existing without a body, so there's no reason she can’t survive her new body's destruction.

Anonymous asked: feferi hasn't just woken up, she won't be stuck asleep until 3 hours and 14 minutes into the future! timestamps, yo

Consider this the first mark on my otherwise impeccable record.

Anonymous asked: does cat have a troll/kidsona? itd be interesting to see a full 4 player session in art

[No kidsona, yes trollsona, but even a picture of her would spoil stuff from Act 6 😆 - C]

What she said. It’ll be a while until we can meet KATYAA SCRENR.

@mhafanlol2000 asked: Hey! You can just call me Fan. In all honesty I’m just some guy who likes your liveblog. He/him. I’m gonna list some fan aspects, and I want to see what you think they’d represent, and what abilities they’d give Law Dreams Might Shape Flow

Ooh, more fan aspects! These were a lot of fun to puzzle out the last time.

Law would be the aspect of command, instruction and agreement. An example power would be giving someone a simple rule they're compelled to follow, such as 'don't turn around'.

Dreams would be the aspect of ideas, motivation and symbolism. An example power would be the ability to detect people's idle thoughts - the things they're not even aware they're thinking about.

Might would be the aspect of growth, conflict and evolution. An example power would be the ability to temporarily enhance someone's Aspect abilities, at the cost of making those abilities harder to control.

Shape would be the aspect of form, encapsulation and topology. Shapeshifting is the most obvious application of this aspect, but it's appropriate.

Flow would be the aspect of persistence, momentum and continuity. An example power would be the ability to 'continue' something that has recently stopped. For example, if your PC ran out of power, they'd be able to keep it running for a while. The longer it had been previously running, the longer they could keep it running.

@martinkhall asked: I think Bro might have been raised entirely by shonen anime and My Little Pony Friendship is Magical (the version that existed only in the heads of the worst examples of Bronys). And puppets. Puppets were definitely involved in raising Bro. Anonymous asked: "He has no known relationship with any of the other parents, but was definitely getting foreknowledge of Sburb from somewhere. I’m not even sure I want to know what sort of childhood produces Bro Strider." well. i mean. he grew up with Lil Cal didn't he? the clearly haunted puppet from the sburban dreamscape of derse? it was what he dropped to earth with. i feel like that might explain at least a small part of, like, whatever he had going on.

That’s true. I don’t trust that puppet one bit, and we don’t know what it was up to before the start of the session.

I still suspect that the thing’s still just as alive as it was on Derse, and is just choosing to play dead.

Anonymous asked: I imagine you might've already been told this, but when checking out your FAQ I noticed you described PS/PQ/FS as "not exactly canon" and that you're less interested in liveblogging them because one of your favorite parts is watching all the story come together -- without spoiling anything, I find it pertinent to mention that Pesterquest & Friendsim definitely contribute to the wider "canon" even though dubiously canon themselves. Definitely "part of the story" so to speak.

Yeah, we’ll have to see what comes of this. The problem is that I’m still fuzzy on what ‘dubiously canon’ actually means.

Hopefully that will become more clear as I’m actually liveblogging these tie-in materials – which I am planning on doing. Only time will tell how in-depth the liveblog will actually be, though.

@manorinthewoods asked: In my Sundered opinion, Bec Noir is the best character design in Homestuck. I can't think of any other interesting designs at the moment, other than some which don't beat him and are spoilers anyway (like LE's). Which design do you find most interesting, out of the ones you have? ~LOSS (22/9/23)

I definitely agree that BecJack has one of the best designs in the comic. Plus, Scratch is so weirdly intimidating for a cueball-head.

Anonymous asked: My favorite part of PKWU is just how pointy Gamzee's chin is. It's so… Defined.

iT’s ToO lAtE, ErIdAn! I’vE AlReAdY DePicTeD MySeLf As ThE ChAd, AnD yOu As ThE SoYjAk >:o)

Anonymous asked: i need you to know ag canonically ripped off the sleeves on all of her shirts just to show off the robot arm

I believe it. I don't even need a source; this is just so true to Vriska's character that it's obviously correct.

@bladekindeyewear asked: If you and your ask screener decide that literary/external-media hero title examples without any details or explanation are alright to pass on unless they're too obviously revealing -- and those in and of themselves are usually in heavy dispute by classpect theorists -- I've long been of the opinion that Monkey D. Luffy and Peter Pan are the best possible literary examples of a Page of Breath.

All Pages of Breath must be associated with pirates. No exceptions.

Anonymous asked: unfun fact: the reason rose and jade dont have a lot of pesterlogs with eachother is just because their text colours were kinda eyestrainy together. thats it thats literally the whole reason!! god damn

Hussie: "I don't write Rose/Jade conversations because they’re hard to read."

Also Hussie:

Anonymous asked: you have officially passed my second favourite flash in literally all of homestuck. it's all so well hinted at beforehand but it still comes to punch you in the gut nonetheless Anonymous asked: My favourite thing in this flash is how the name of the flash isn't John: Rise Up, it's JOHN. RISE UP. it's WV sending a plead to John to not die. My second favourite thing is the way the music remixes Doctor (The theme for LoWaS). Anonymous asked: [S] JOHN. RISE UP. is one of my favorite flashes in all of Homestuck. Savior of the Waking World is some of Toby's best work What are your thoughts on our first taste of god tier? @violetsquare111 asked: So glad you liked Savior of the Waking World! One of my favorites in the comic for sure. It takes a lot of ideas from another of Toby's songs, Penumbra Phantasm, a song that… never actually got finished or officially released. There's still various renditions of it though, and the HS collection links a couple of em. (Some people have speculated that Penumbra Phantasm itself was never supposed to be a Homestuck song, and might end up being used in Deltarune, which would be cool as hell) Anonymous asked: It's crazy to think that just about 12 hours ago John was wearing silly disguises to fool his dad and now he's dying to become a god.

God time!

I do think it was the most emotional flash we’ve had, on the strength of the music alone. Savior of the Waking World goes hard as all hell.

Honestly, when WV started calling John a hero, and telling him to rise, it did start to give me some mild chills. Like, yeah – we know John’s a hero, but it feels extra special when it’s coming from someone who’s normally so irreverent.

@elkian asked: Welcome back, hope you're feeling better! I am losing it a bit over you IMMEDIATELY understanding how this coin flip sitch works, something about the narrative and reasoning doesn't match my brain so I've reread it multiple times with total understanding out of grasp and watching you dissect it halfway into the page is truly wild (delighted). Also feel like I understand it a lil better with your analysis.

Thank you! This message was actually sent the last time I returned from a pause, so apologies that I’m one hiatus late in answering it.

@royalvorpal asked: I just reread your entire blog in anticipation. Anonymous asked: This is such a good liveblog, I'm rereading it again and you are really letting me relive the pleasant parts of my middle school years. Reading this blog makes me feel like I'm back on the school bus talking to my friend about the newest update. Thank you for doing this 💛 Anonymous asked: That return page didn't have any sound, so misleading! (I jest, nice to see you're back.) ~DJ @manorinthewoods asked: Hahahah, we are BACK! Lovely, I've missed this liveblog. Most in-depth Homestuck liveblog I'm aware of, looking forward to the restart! ~LOSS (29/3/24) @popcornsalty asked: So excited to see you back!!! :D @chaosorchestrator asked: welcome back! It's good to hear that you're planning on getting back into it! I hope things have been going ok for you in the meantime! @necrowyrm asked: HAPPY 4/13 (OR AS THE ENLIGHTENED KNOW IT: 13/4) AND WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your votes of confidence, and happy 13/4 to you all!

@rippledphysique asked: Just found this blog and devoured it in a few days. I am selfishly wishing you the best in health and life so that it may return one day… @elkian asked: Hey Sally! Just wanted to wish you well on the recovery, the plague is no joke and I hope you've been able to enjoy some kind improvement. And that 2024 will be kinder, as well. Anonymous asked: wishing you the best in your interim, hopefully you can get a better position where you're not prone to burning out! Anonymous asked: Hope you're doing ok!! I miss seeing your cool liveblog on my dash @kittycatttmattt asked: Poor girl… Got killed by the schedule

Thanks for all the well-wishes, as well. Really, it wasn’t the schedule that was the issue – I just had a lot going on in the background last year. That’s all over now, though!

Anonymous asked: yeah, Homestuck's back babeyyyyy - the site was crashing because of traffic and everything @calamitascalliope asked: You coming back from your break resurrected Homestuck's corpse hggfffdd Anonymous asked: i think this actually is the first time homestuck has updated since you started liveblogging lol - homestuck 2 has been inactive assumed abandoned since december 25th 2020. also happy slightly belated blogiversary btw - you've been delighting us with your journey for two years now! @heliotropopause asked: New Homestuck upd8 just dropped. Apparently. Anonymous asked: what are the odds that you start liveblogging again the same exact day that postcanon comes back from the dead? Anonymous asked: crazy news. so literally just today, october 8th 2023, hussie has officially given complete free license to the newly formed "homestuck independent creative union" (HICU) to create content and monetize it with the homestuck brand however they see fit, with zero creative or financial control from any corporations or even hussie themself, though hussie has said they're available for consultation whenever the HICU wants their input. the HICU seems to be made up of people the community largely has respect for, and the person heading all of this up is James Roach, who is one of the most widely respected individual who has been inolved in homestuck "post canon" (ie. after homestuck itself ended). nobody was expecting any of this, it's completely bonkers. hopes are looking pretty high for homestuck compared to where they were merely a day ago.

Throwback to the day I personally resurrected Homestuck.

Has anything come of this since, actually? I haven’t heard anything about this new comic – although I do scroll in the opposite direction any time I see a reference to Homestuck, so I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t.

@corporalotherbear asked: What’s your favorite Pokémon?

Contrarian, that I am, I’ll instinctively gravitate to Missingno., if only for the nostalgia factor. Gen 1 glitches were my first real experience with pulling back the curtain of a game’s code, and taking a look at what lies beneath.

My favourite official Pokémon are Porygon-Z, Shedinja, Reuniclus and Metagross!

@heliotropopause asked: Breath/Light is an interesting one, because the ‘Mixolydian’ implies a musical theme, and I thought Time was the musical Aspect. Maybe it’s not that simple. They've all got a musical reference in the name- they are called fraymotifs, after all. Anonymous asked: The Fraymotifs are all musical references actually. E.g. Breath/Time is "Ivories in the Fire", the ivories in question being John's piano keys. A fraymotif is a battle theme. Anonymous asked: ivories in the fire is a musical theme, especifically a Rap term used by Snoop Dogg. So yeah it's connected to Dave Anonymous asked: re: fraymotifs: you pointed out "mixolydian", but that's not the only musical term there. feather "cadence", pneumatic "progression", even fray "motif" itself! hell, the building where you buy these things has an emblem with a crossed sword and music note! so i think this might be less a situation of "need to rethink time aspects association with music" and more "fraymotifs have a musical association also" Anonymous asked: if you look a bit closer at those names, (including the one "fraymotif",) you may realize that "mixolydian" isn't the only musical term referenced…. @galaxa-13 asked: You say the breath/Light Fraymotif implies a musical theme, but they all do! Fraymotif is a portmanteau of "fray" (to fight) and "leitmotif" (repeated musical phrase). Each Fraymotif name implies a musical theme.

Dang it. Yup, they’re all pretty obvious references to music.

I wrote that post the day I was trying to wrangle our family PC into running the Homestuck Collection without lag, so I was a little distracted at the time. Please direct all complaints to Windows XP.

#asks #full liveblog #act 5.2 #this is just the first part of the comp. I have enough asks for another one. maybe another two. we'll see

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nofomogirl · 7 months

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Why was Aziraphale and Crowley's joint miracle so powerful?

They try to make it as tiny and insignificant as possible. A fraction of a miracle. And yet it turns out to be a massive one, with power enough to raise 25 people from the dead. A power that only the mightiest of the Archangels should have at their disposal.

Why?

Theory #1: It's love.

That one must be the most popular one. It just has to. Because that's what Good Omens are all about to many fans, myself included. Aziraphale and Crowley share a very special bond and hence when they join forces they create magic.

Theory #2: It's them

Let's not dismiss the simplest explanation - the miracle was powerful because the ones performing it were powerful. If you think it's too simple to be particularly interesting, think again.

There are many hints this season that Crowley used to be a big shot before the Fall. One of them is actually the miracle in question, or rather Crowley's words to Shax when she questions him about it.

But there are some things about Aziraphale that raise eyebrows too. Mainly, how he always seems to need Crowley's help to control a single person but then is suddenly puppeteering a room full of people.

I'm just saying, with a memory wipe canonized, everybody's identity is a potential mystery now.

Theory #3: It's a fusion

Renegade or not, Aziraphale is an angel and Crowley is a demon. Their powers are opposites and if applied at once would just cancel each other out. Like fire and water that represent them, right? Right?

Well, opposite is often just a synonym for complementary.

I think it's entirely possible it isn't just about Aziraphale and Crowley personally but simply about celestial and infernal power. I wouldn't be surprised that combined they can do things neither can separately.

Theory #4: It's Gabriel

This one is a bit underwhelming and I doubt it would be to many people's liking. But can we address the fact that the plume was kind of purple? Okay, it was more pinkish than Gabriel's trademark lilac-violet, but still. I think by holding hands our boys made Gabe not just an object of the miracle, but a participant too.

Theory #5: It's the portal

That's another one that might feel disappointing, but it's something I've noticed and I'm excited about it.

Just look.

Episode 1: when Aziraphale and Crowley decide to do half a miracle each, Crowley asks Gabriel to sit on the chair which he puts on top of this light-coloured, very worn circular rug.

Episode 5: when the bookshop is under attack, Aziraphale decides to use the portal against demons. We can see it was covered with a completely different rug - a burgundy one - so probably a different spot, right? Aziraphale must own at least a dozen circular rugs.

However.

Episode 6: when Crowley cleans the bookshop, he covers the portal with the same light rug we saw in episode 1 in the miracle scene.

Normally I'd say that if we saw the burgundy rug removed from the portal, it means it was under the burgundy rug the entire time and it was Crowley who put another one over it afterwards. After all, Aziraphale doesn't exactly strike me as the redecorating type.

Except he decided to host a ball in the meantime and we saw him redecorate for that.

So when Crowley puts the light rug over the portal, it's very likely he is in fact putting things back to how they originally were.

What I'm saying is when Aziraphale and Crowley performed their miracle, Gabriel was sitting directly over the portal connecting the bookshop to Heaven. Sure, it was closed, but it still might have given the whole thing a boost.

Personally, I think it was the combination of all of the above.

What do you think?

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #gabriel

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Hi, I love your work! Your Jake x Reader x Neytiri is a master peace!! I was wondering if I could request a polly Jake x Reader x Neytiri where Neteyam is still a baby and reader is so scared to screw up because she’s not bio mom like Neytiri but is obviously very active in his life as a third parent and Jake and Neytiri reassure her that she’s doing a good job. If you don’t want to write it I totally understand I know it’s kinda of a weird request but if you do write it thank you so much!!! Again I love your writing have a good day/night. 💜

Nothing to Him

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

a/n: sorry this took me forever to get out! this is kinda shit but i hope you all enjoy!!

warning: insecurity, mentions of pregnancy, crying, hurt/comfort, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

Neytiri knows what each of Neteyam’s cries mean.

She is the only one who can decipher them, like they’re some unknown puzzle, and only she has the pieces.

And here you are, perfectly capable- in theory- and yet you don’t know. They all sound the same to you. Sure, the volume changes, and sometimes he is simply screaming more than crying, but still- you don’t know what it means.

But Neytiri knows.

Neytiri carried him, Neytiri gave birth to him. He carrie’s Jake’s genes in him, and he carries nothing from you. You are simply there, not even in the body you were born in.

You feel like an imposter. Like you are simply there, simply a placeholder until something better comes along. You are nothing to Neteyam.

—-

“Come, Y/N,” Neytiri says, slinging a bag over her shoulder.

“Where?” you frown, looking up from the fruit you’re cutting.

She rolls her eyes. “The river? To give Neteyam a bath?” She smiles kindly at you, holds her hand out for you to take- but Jake is already at the threshold of your tent, cooing down at Neteyam in his arms.

“N-no,” you say suddenly. “You guys go- I’m kinda tired.”

“Oh. Okay,” you ignore Neytiri’s frown, her lingering. She wants you to change your mind, you realize, to come with them. But you won’t.

They are simply so happy together, so perfect, so meant for each other, you can’t ruin their perfect little bubble. It would be cruel of you, no?

Besides, you don’t know his cries, he prefers Neytiri and Jake over you. He would probably squirm so much in your grip you would drop him.

That is what being a good mother is, you rationalize. Doing what’s best for your child. And you are not best for Neteyam.

—-

“Why did she not come?”

Leaves crunch under their feet, like bones, like hearts. And that’s what Neytiri’s heart is doing- breaking.

Slowly, at least. Not in half, or anything. Just slowly chipping away, piece by piece, moment by moment.

“What do you mean?” Jake shoots her a look, fingers of Neteyam’s tummy, making him squirm. “She said she was tired?”

“Yes…”

He smiles, chuckles a little. “Then she’s tired, my love.”

“This is only the third bath we have given him,” Neytiri argues, the water now in sight. “This is special. She should be here.”

She has to look away when Jake places a hand on her shoulder, understanding in his eyes, softness in his touch.

“There will be more,” he whispers.

She nods, but she doesn’t believe him.

She knows the world turns fast, that there is an end to each day, an eclipse. She knows that time is never promised. And she knows that her Y/N wouldn’t miss this. They had talked so much when she was pregnant, everything they would do, how much Neteyam would be loved.

And then he comes, perfect and sweet, and she pulls away? Neytiri doesn’t believe that she is just tired. Neytiri knows her Y/N, Sees her, loves her. And she knows this isn’t her.

—-

Neytiri’s eyes flick from between the baby in her arms to the boiling pot over the fire.

She could ask Y/N to stir it, but she wants her to know that Neteyam is as much hers as he is Neytiri’s.

“Can you hold him?” she whispers, shifting the sweet boy in her arms, forcing Y/N to put down the beads in her hands.

“Oh-”

But Neytiri will not take no for an answer- Neytiri will see her family together, happy and loving.

“It’s alright,” she whispers, to the both of them maybe, but she sees the stiffness in Y/N, the unsureness. She still holds Neteyam perfectly, holds him like a mother should. And she is a mother, and she does.

But it simply seems like- like she does not want to hold him. Like she is scared of it.

“You saw that,” Neytiri hisses.

Jake meets her eyes, slowly flicking from her to Y/N.

“Yeah, but-”

“No. No, something is wrong.”

He sighs. “I… uh, yeah. Yeah, there is.”

—-

“Something is wrong.”

Their bed has felt like this for a few weeks, cold, like something is taking up the extra space and expanding, pushing them apart.

Your back is pressed against Jake’s side, limp and cold, even though he is so warm.

It is Neytiri who speaks, hand reaching over to your shoulder, while Jake’s arm curls above your head on the bed, preventing you from shifting, from trying to get away.

You paint on a smile, even though they can’t see it. It’s for you, you to force yourself to pretend it’s all fine.

You have this fantasy that maybe you can simply fade away, let them be the perfect family. You are the black sheep, the odd one out. You are nothing to Neteyam- even when you think he is so sweet, so perfect. And that is why you have to pull away- so he can stay sweet and perfect. You’ll only mess him up.

“What do you mean?”

“You.” Her hand squeezes. “You have been… off. What is wrong, my Y/N?”

Your heart squeezes, a million warning signs going off in your mind, alarms blaring. “Nothing,” you hum, pretending to yawn. “I’m tired-”

“Don’t lie,” she pleads, and you still love her, of course you do, so the emotion in her voice makes your heart squeeze again.

“I- I’m not.”

“My Y/N…” she sighs, fingers digging until she’s tugging you onto your other side.

“It’s nothing!” you say and shrug her off, perhaps a little too loud, because Neteyam stirs from his sleeping nest a few paces away. The three of you let out a breath when he stays asleep. “Sorry,” you mutter, feeling horrible and horrible and more like nothing to him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jake whispers, and his hand curls to brush the top of your head. “Tell us what’s wrong, babygirl,”

And you do love them, you love them so much, and hearing them call you theirs, hearing them call you such sweet names, their skin soft on yours. You fell for them and you fell hard, you fell that consuming and reckless way. Like you threw yourself off of something, with only the chance of water below.

But you had fallen and you had fallen good, into their arms, into their lives, and you thanked Eywa and whatever force was out there for it everyday.

But- they were so happy, so perfect together. Everything you had ever dreamed of, the three of them, happy and loving. It was right in front of you and it hurt not to be apart of it.

But you didn’t know what Neteyam’s cries mean. You didn’t carry him. He has nothing from you.

You are nothing to him.

But for this one moment, maybe they do still love you-

“I’m nothing to him,” you say, and you faintly realize you’re crying. “I’m nothing to him.”

“Oh, my Y/N,” Neytiri croons, helping you to rollover.

“Let it out, baby, let it out,” Jake whispers, letting you muffle your cries into his chest. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“I’m nothing to him,” you say again, louder this time, clearer, so they can hear you.

“To who?” Neytiri asks, hand in your hair.

“Neteyam,” you breathe, his name like a promise, like a prayer. A wisp of something you’ll never know. “I’m nothing to Neteyam,”

Neytiri’s hand stops, and Jake stiffens underneath you, and your mind races, and you pull yourself up.

Wiping the tears off your face roughly, “I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry. I’ll-”

“No.” Neytiri says, grabbing your hand, tugging it to her lips. “You’re his mother. Why-”

You scoff, disgust in your throat, something hard in your heart.

“No. I did nothing for him- I didn’t carry him, not like you, he carries nothing from me-”

“That shit doesn’t matter,” Jake says, grabbing you by your biceps, shaking you when you can’t look him in the eyes. “Look at me. That doesn’t matter- it doesn’t. You’re ours, our mate, and that is our son. All of us- that’s our son.”

“But-”

“Blood doesn’t matter,” Neytiri whispers. “He will grow up, and he will know you as a mother. That what he will carry with him- your love. And that is what matters, isn’t it?”

You shake your head, and Neytiri sighs, moving away from you while Jake tries to tilt your chin up, until Neytiri’s hand is at your shoulder again.

“Take him,” she whispers, shoving him into your arms while you cry and try to refuse- “It’s okay, it’s okay,”

And you have to screw your eyes shut, pretend it’s not happening, terrified he’ll squirm away or fall out of your arms. Just terrified you’re not good enough.

Suddenly, there’s silence, and Jake’s hands on your face, forcing your chin to your chest, to look down-

“Open your eyes, my Y/N” Neytiri whispers, hands over yours on Neteyam, warm and comforting, lips by your ear.

And you do, because you love them, and Neteyam looks up at you blankly, eyes open, hand reaching out to your face.

“Look,” Neytiri says, soft, so only the three of you can hear. “He’s reaching for you,”

“He’s reaching for you,” Jake agrees, and you nod.

“He’s reaching for me.”

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#jake sully x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

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