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itsnotmeep · 4 months

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LOOSE THREADS

This is my first time writing sorry for the mistakes and it is unedited with that please enjoy:) Gojo x reader (angst) ARRANGED MARRIAGE

PROLOUGE Red strings of fate, it is funny how a string as thin as a loose thread of clothing can connect two individuals forever. People romanticize the idea of a soulmate, finding comfort that there is someone out there who is molded to fit them. Yet they forget that love is the worst curse of them all and fate is cruel. When both are in play and the strings are tied it is inevitable that tragedy will loom near.

“Hey Megumi, what's up with Gojo and (L/N) sensei?” the pink-haired boy asked. Immediately catching the attention of all the students who were taking a break from sparing with each other.

Panda who was previously showing off his new hand bands then added “ Yeah, even I don’t know”, then with a mischievous grin on his face “ Is something sneaky going on between them? Surely you would know, you knew them the longest right”. His question would be answered with Maki wacking him on the head.

“Stop with the conspiracy theories!” Panda began rubbing his head and Maki continued rubbing her chin. “Their dynamic is interesting though, he is unusually cold to her.”

“Cold is one thing but imagine my surprise when I caught him secretly asking Shoko sensei to check her after she came back from her mission. Men are always so weird” Nobara shared, murmuring the last phase to herself.

“Whoa you were withholding that precious information from us the whole time. Are you serious?” exclaimed Itadori, withholding information himself.

He recalls meeting the (h/c) sorcerer the first time after his “death.” In which Gojo sensei had put her in charge of him but never acknowledged her in the process simply stating “they will watch you” without an introduction. Before continuing to explain the curse toy as if she was never there in the first place. Yet the observant boy also caught his albino teacher take a long glance at the (h/c) sorcerer as he was leaving and she was making herself comfortable on the couch.

Nobara comments would open up the floodgates and before long the two first-years and three second-years would pester Megumi non-stop. The boy could only sigh, realizing that it was a subject in which he wouldn't be able to escape.

“It’s complicated, they are married” and with that the whole field erupted.

( FLASHBACK )

They would first meet on a spring day, when (y/n) was just a young girl at the age of 7 and Gojo at the age of 8. The albino boy was well known in the community, not only coming from one of the major clans but his birth had also shifted the plain of the cursed world, beginning the age of stronger sorcerers and curses.

(l/n) clan was relatively new, emerging as a formidable clan roughly 2-3 generations ago. While other clans prided themselves on their offensive abilities, the (l/n) clan specialized on binding and trapping curses. So when (y/n) started showing signs of a curse technique of being able to manipulate threads and traps like that of a spider, she immediately became the pride of the clan. With her cousins and older siblings falling behind, she was branded with the future.

Further emphasize when the Gojo clan reach out to orchestrate a meeting between their youngest and her. This was a key way in which the (l/n) clan could establish themselves and without a second thought agreed, sealing (y/n)’s and Gojo’s fate.

Enamored would be the word that (y/n) would describe her first meeting. She could recall it vividly. The morning was hectic with her mother and aunts festering her, making sure her hair was done and her clothes were proper. Followed by her uncles checking on her and her father watching over constantly. What dampened her mood the most was when the head of the family, her grandmother, would call her over, nagging her continuously about the importance of the meeting. What was so special about meeting a boy? She had made many male friends, so what was the problem?

The ride there only made her annoyance turn into anger. The sunlight was hitting her face a little too much, not only making her feel hot but irritated as no shifting could prevent the sun from hitting her. Her half tied hair was too tight and she could feel the urge to itch her hair, but doing so would ruin it. There was also an itch right on the back of her neck, where the tag of her dress seemed to be.

The amount of grown ups in the car made the ride stuffy and her aunt was leaning too close for comfort. They could have taken another car but her grandma had insisted that everyone could fit. Instead the car consisted of her grandma and the direct blood line which included her dad, aunt, uncle, older brother and herself. Her mom, younger sibling, significant others of her aunt/uncles and cousin were left at home.

The moment her uncle had announced they were at the Gojo estate the little girl slammed the door open, wanting to feel the breeze hit her. Hoping that it could even help the itch on her scalp. It wasn’t so long before a maid came to greet them and they were slowly led around the estate.

Before she knew it she was faced with a room filled with elders, following what had been instilled in her. She immediately greeted everyone with a bow and introduced herself after her family. “Hello, my name is (l/n) (y/n), second born to (fathers name) and first granddaughter of (grandmother's name) . It is a pleasure and honor to meet you”.

“She is well-mannered and her cursed energy is good,” one remarked.

“Her face is a little chubby but hopefully she will grow into her looks” another added.

“A little short though and somewhat short legs don’t you think” continued the other.

The elders continued, some even came close to personally examining her themselves looking at her fingers, touching her hair, pulling her skin. It wasn’t long before the oldest spoke up “That's enough, maid please escort her to the garden. I think we made a decision. It is time for the grown ups to talk” The oldest one walked up to her and patted on her head telling her “Why don't you go have a snack?” She bowed and followed the maid not before seeing the elders whispering into the ear of another maid.

The garden was stunning, filled with blooming flowers with a pavilion sitting in the middle. Within the pavilion was a floor table with 4 cushions to sit on, although the flowers were beautiful. What caught her eye was the traditional snacks decorated the counter. With the hell she went through she deserved a snack and instantly took a seat and started snacking.

“Aren’t you eating a little fast, the food isn't going to run away from you” before she could snort out a reply, she was faced with cerulean eyes seemingly inches from her face. His close proximity made her heart slightly race and a blush to creep on her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His eyes were the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her life even today nothing had outshine them in her mind. His eyelashes were so long and framed so beautifully that it was as if Michelangelo himself had meticulously worked to place each one perfectly on him.

Taking that moment of distraction the boy had flicked her forehead snapping her out of her trance. “ So you’re the girl they were talking about huh. All this talk but you are weak”. (y/n) was flabbergasted wanting to yell back but started choking on her food. The boy's laughter filled the air as the girl continued to cough, reaching her hands out for tea to smooth her throat.

As she finally settled herself the boy took a seat across from her. “You’re not so great yourself for the boy who changed the world, you ummm… look like a blind white rat.” The boy’s face shifted taking a dark turn, (y/n) felt her hands become sweaty fear and nerves slowly overtook her as she wished to have just ignored him.

All before his expression changed to one of teasing “ Your interesting, no one had the nerve, names is Gojo Satoru”

“(l/n) (y/n)”

“Whoa you have fat cheeks kind of like a hippo”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

The banter continued on for an hour, Satoru teasing the girl and the girl arguing back. Having grown up surrounded by those who feared him, the girl's openness had drawn her to him, giving him the breath of fresh air he had needed.

What the girl didn’t know was how his eyes had captured her, her whole being had captured him. He wasn’t sure if it was his need for some company or her pure beauty. He would never tell anyone but from the moment he first saw her in her dress, hair slightly messy from the breeze, stuffing her check with food he had felt the need to go towards her, like an invisible string railing him to her.

It wasn’t long before (y/n) noticed how Satoru didn't eat any of the snacks but just moving them around. “Why aren’t you eating any of these” Satoru would answer by throwing one of them at her “What is your problem” The boy laughter rang once more “You should have seen your face”

After calming down he replied “They always serve these treats, the elders like them so a variety is always served here” The little girl looked at the table noticing how the treats were not ones that were sweet, it made sense the elder preferred savory and delicate flavors. It made her recall all the times in which her dad or mother would tell her things were too sweet. For a 7 year old it made her feel bad for him because she could imagine living a life without ever tasting anything as sweet like cake or cookies.

Recalling how she had kept a piece of chocolate in the small pocket of her dress, she pulled it out. (y/n) had originally planned to eat it after they left the estate.Yet thinking about the possible sad life of the teasing boy made her give it to him.

Reluctantly reaching out her hand she said “Here try this”. Satoru looks at her hand curiously before reaching forward and taking the candy. Without sparing a second, he opened the wrapper, sniffed it and put it in his mouth. The sweetness coated his mouth and he was in love. With his mouth filled, he asked “Do you have anymore?Give them to me now!”

The girl slightly giggled before saying “You should say please, and no, I don't have any more but next time I can bring some. I assume you haven't tried much sweet stuff huh. I can bring a bunch of new stuff next time we meet.” (y/n) had failed to notice the blush that her giggles had painted on Satoru’s face.

In her naiveté, she noted “Wow you must have loved the sweet dearly because your ears are red”. It was met with a rice cracker hitting her forehead.

The conversation continues with her describing all the desserts she could think of and how he should try them. The boy listened longingly and told her to bring them next time she came. Fully aware that he could easily order a maid to get them for him. Yet he had wanted her to come back and the promise of sweets was just a plus.

Before long (y/n) fathers voice rang out calling her. She hastily got up but not before promising to bring cookies next time she saw him.

“Don’t forget your promise alright?” he put his pinky out looking into her eyes.

( FLASHBACK END )

“WHAT HOW LONG WERE YOU GONNA KEEP THAT BOMB OF INFORMATION FROM US?” Itadori exploded

Panda followed, “I thought we were friends.” dramatically, putting his paw over his chest.

“MEN ARE TERRIBLE! Why would he treat her like that? my opinions on Gojo sensei are dirt now” Nobara added.

“Yeah, I knew that Sensei definitely had a problem but isn't this much” the pink-head exclaimed disappointed.

“Look guys I don’t know what happen for sure but it's complicated” Megumi said

“Yeah we shouldn’t speculate, plus being a sorcerer is already challenging in itself, we knew when we signed up.” Maki shared.

Although they all had much to say, Maki's voice resonated and they ended the topic. Speaking of the devil, not a minute later they heard the voice of (l/n) sensei. ”Are you guys done training? I brought some snacks to enjoy” All the students felt some pity for the older women but found some spirit and shouted at her thanks as they cleared their stuff and meeted her. As they walked to the snacks, Megumi walked in the back with the teacher. He had known her for 10 years now and couldn’t help but feel protective for the women who had shown up through the years to help him.

“You okay Megumi”

“Yeah let's go eat” the dark-haired boy mumbled.

Thats the end i planned for this to be a series but im not sure yet. Once again sorry for the grammer mistakes it hasnt been edited

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simp4konig · 7 months

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"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

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You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

...

I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

...

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With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 5 months

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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

- Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood, they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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We have a full hcs about a smoll MC, now how about a full hcs about a toll MC who's even more toller than Muriel? :0

The Arcana HCs: When MC is taller than Muriel

~ @zedibleandedible how do you always come up with the cutest ideas??? thank you for sending this in, friend! - brainrot ~

Julian

Very, very attracted to this and doing his best to hide it (he's failing)

So used to being one of the tallest people around that most of his flirtatious moves depend on the focus of his attraction being shorter than he is

Which means he's completely lost on how to approach you

He can't make a path for you through the crowd, he can't hide you behind him, he can't catch you against his chest - hang on a sec

This can go both ways

Now he's employing the reverse of all his tactics

Holding onto your elbow while you make your way through the crowd, tripping and falling constantly so you can catch him against your chest, asking you to grab something or spot someone for him

He could get used to this

He has a whole new perspective shift when your relationship progresses to things like cuddling and kissing, because he has to rethink all the mechanics of it (he's used to bending down for a kiss, not standing on his tiptoes) but he finds he quite likes it

Asra

Has loved you for years and is well-versed in interacting with someone your height (they knew Muriel long before they knew you, and they've known you for nine years now)

Though your height proved to be a challenge when he needed to teach you how to be human again

You had to lean on their shoulders, instead of their elbow, and they accidentally led you into so many door frames, signposts, and shop front awnings

There were also issues inside the shop. As it had been yours for quite some time, you had stored quite a few things on some very tall shelves that Asra couldn't reach without magic. (Or a ladder)

And magic lessons could quickly get out of hand when whatever you were doing ended up out of his reach

"Master, I can't control the fire spell!"

"Bring it down towards me! - wait, not near that shelf! Faust is sleeping in those papers!"

Faust doesn't mind your height at all. She loves hitching joyrides on your shoulders and looking down at all the teeny tiny humans below her

Nadia

When she first visited your shop, and mentioned that you were not the same as you were in her dream, this is what she meant

The truth is that you did appear at your regular height in her dream, but at that point everything seemed so out of wack for her that she assumed you just appeared larger than life

But here you are in real life, and you are in fact very large

Finds your frame impressive and, depending on your preferred aesthetic, is determined to find all the best ways to dress it (you have great potential in capes)

Secretly not that fond of having to look up to talk to you. She's used to being the tall one, or at least the same height

Starts wearing heels

Knows the whole time that it won't make a huge difference, but loves the shift in perspective

Never accepts your offers to grab something she can't reach, but she will ask you to spot someone in a crowd for her. Sometimes. Maybe

You are Chandra's new favorite perch

Muriel

A little surprised when he first met you

Hates to admit it, but he's rarely had to look up to talk to someone and he generally keeps his head down anyways. His neck was so sore the first few weeks he spent interacting with you

Genuinely delighted that he doesn't have to be the tallest person in the room anymore

Somebody needs something they can't reach? They go to you instead. Need to spot someone in a crowd? They ask you instead. People want to stare at somebody tall? They look at you instead

You love being in Muriel's hut as well, because it's one of the few buildings in Vesuvia besides the Palace and your shop that have door frames and ceilings that you don't have to stoop under

Once, Muriel had to ask you to put a baby bird back in its nest (the branch was just out of reach for him) and he nearly died on the spot from how surreal and attractive the whole thing was

Learns to like leaning his head on your shoulder when you sit side by side

Inanna has few thoughts about it. Unless you can teach Muriel to stop slouching

Portia

WOAH

She has so many uses for you, you are now required to follow her everywhere she goes (she's only half-joking)

Loves to rub it in her brother's face that she's with someone taller than he is. Not because Julian is insecure about his height, just because it's funny to watch him have to look up for once

Regularly requests to sit on your shoulders while you walk around. If you indulge her, she will only ask more often

Had to make a lot of adjustments to her cottage. Everything from the pots and pans hanging precariously close to your shoulders, to the mirrors hung at your chest height - the whole thing was a maze

She does have a personal goal to pick you up as effortlessly as possible. And, if you allow it, to demonstrate that skill at every party she attends with you

Regularly has you pay "tall tax" by grabbing things she can't reach, but really it's an excuse to grab your arm when you hand it to her and haul you down for a kiss

Pepi tries every day to climb your clothing like it's a cat tree

Lucio

He became so generally disoriented while he was a ghost and then while you were in the realms that he didn't realize how tall you truly were until he got his body back

There was a flash of insecurity there, he's not going to lie

However, he quickly realizes that having you as his lover and best friend means that he gets to brag about you instead of comparing himself to you

And brag he does. Constantly

(If he upped the height of his own heeled boots, no he didn't)

Secretly loves to watch people go slack-jawed when they meet you and they have to get used to looking up that much to make eye contact with you. Yeah, that's his beloved they're looking at

Shamelessly asks you to do height-related favors for him, even when it actually is in his reach or he can see perfectly fine himself

Regularly gets you involved in teasing playing with Mercedes and Melchior

Because you can hold the treats up so high! And they look so funny when they have to jump!

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

Comments Welcome nd reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

"How'd you know?"

"Chris she's been eating every like 4 or 5 hours- I just knew. I'm sorry I got aggressive I just." I sigh "I know how long you've wanted to be a Father for but I wanted to hold her I knew she was gunna be fussy I just knew. "

"Honey it's ok the doctor said your hormones will be a bit outta wack."

"Out of wack I threatened to hit you with the tissue box"

"I refused to give you or child."

"Ok your right I win." I smiled. He rolled his eyes- I wasn't going to argue when I already won.

And then looked down at our now sleeping and eatting angel.

Then I heard his camera phone.

"Chris I am half naked."

"Come in its a beautiful thing"

"Breastfeeding, my chest or our child?"

"All three." It sounded like half question half statement

"You learn fast. "

He chuckled. "I love you so much I didnt think I could love you any more than I do or did but seeing you bring her into this world giving me the family I wanted making it complete and then all this love I have for this little one all because of you l. You're amazing.?

"Thank you." I looked at our little bundle of joy and she truly was. I cannot believe is ours I can't believe I gee. I can't believe I pushed something this sized out if my body.

" I mean it I'm I don't have the words right now and all the thank you and all the "I love yous" in the world dont even begin to scratch the service.

" How about you get some sleep and let the nurses in the nursery take her for a bit hm?

You need rest. Its their job."

She grabbed my finger in her sleep.

"And miss out on these moments. No." He took another picture.

"Hmm yea she is a calm baby when she gets what she wants. Just like mama was wasn't she? No really tho I'd wake up half the nursery plus And we're doating over her. She knows already we're hooked."

There was a small knock on the door.

"Hey how are you two doing I brought some food I figured you'd both be awake.

How'd you know

"I was, our first born is always special.

"Thanks Ma" he deadpanned.

"Chris hasn't gotten any sleep he's very insistent on the skin to skin content I think the nursery should be fine taking care of her so we sleep after all we won't have help like that for at least 18 years. "

"I can always watch her when you get home if you need seep"

"Really? Oh you are the best mother in law ever"

I sigh, "Sorry I'm tired. I shouldn't be just had a nap but I am"

"You napped for 20 minutes darling. After 18 hours of labor you deserve sleep."

"Only 20 minutes? She's still feeding dont let me sleep."

"It's ok if you do"

"I just don't want to miss a second. Besides I bullied Christopher enough for her."

"Oh really" the grandmother smirked.

"Yea I knew she was going to want to eat and I wanted my daughter and he wouldn't hand her over...but I also threatened him with the tissue box. "

"Chris you knew better than to come between a mother and her child."

"I just wanted to hold her," he defended himself "Half that cute butt is mine."

"Yea her butt is cute. come'er on the side she's feeding just sit behind me can barely keep my eyes open. Just just in case."

"You sure"

"Chris its not like you haven't touched them before"

"Well you said you didn't want me touching you again."

I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to the l8 hours of labor where at one point I said i never want you to touch me ever again and then then damn idiot took his hand away the one I was holding onto for dear life, which I then yelled at him to give me his hand back and then he said "You didnt want me to touch you." I still don't know if he was trying to be a smart ass or if he actually thought he was doing what I wanted.

"Just make sure she's OK hold her. "

"Rest my love"he kissed the side of my head.

"I got her I got you both." He held his head just under her pillow and then I fell asleep at that.

Point of View Change

She the had comfort of knowing Chris has her back their daughter's back and head as well and she couldn't ask for more.

"You wouldn't give her her child?

"I was bon- you know she's half min too but me and her were bonding. I was telling her how she needs to let Mommy sleep and how I'd take care of her, she was so silent. I and I want to get skin to skin contact in as much as I can. I'm nervous about letting her out of my sight. It feels like a dream all the love I have for my two girls I just I never thought. I know how I felt when my neices and nephews were born but this this doesn't even compare."

"It never does Sweetheart. You will always love her that much and worry."

"I'm never going to sleep again am I?"

"Probably not. "

"You'll be a good girl for daddy won't you?" The newborn just flexed her hand and Chris took that as a yes.

He relax into the bed.

He fell asleep after a few minutes Chris hand was still holding the little newborn who still feeding. And then when she was done she had moved herself off and then onto her mothers chest as if it was a pillow for sleep, just like her mother said she was like as an infant. The new grandmother took some pictures of the sweet new family sleeping these were the best moment the kindest moments in parent hood. The child was safe and the parents sleep soundly knowing thier child was safe. But she knew this would end soon and they never sleep peacefully again. Knowing parents never stop worring about thier children.

Point of View Change

I woke up and was calm for about half a second before I realized she was in my arms when I feel asleep- I was suddenly in a panic

"Chris chris where is she-"

"I brought her to the nursey she's fine." The ran his hand over my hair a few times and kissed my temple as I I sighed in relief

"God I got terrified thought maybe I dropped her."

"Shh go back to sleep. Hmmm" he caressed my face and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Chris don't start that thats how we got here in the first place." I joke

"Oh and it's getting us here again. Now sleep."

"Only if you do."

"I did."

"Ok only if you sleep more than 10 minutes."

"Even Steven baby you keep waking up she's fine I promise. I'll wake you at the first thing."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you to more then I can say. Rest you need it, you deserve it my love." He said giving me a soft kiss before I fell back asleep.

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myrockandrollking · 7 months

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Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):

• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet

• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it

• "he's very c l e a n"

• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious

• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀

• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"

• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"

• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling

• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"

• "grotty" should be used more

• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children

• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful

• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me

• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."

• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh

• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar

• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."

• all of the songs were bangers, ofc

• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass

• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet

• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album

• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart

• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome

• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God

• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute

• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"

• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time

• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭

• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣

• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-

During this exact particular scene:

I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.

#the beatles #a hard day's night #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison #paul mccartney #my commentary #first watch #i love them #i'm fucking obsessed #i'm delusional #*intensely inhales John's scent through the screen*

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isa-ghost · 15 days

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q!phil headcanons for love languages?

OHOHOHOHO YES.

I've said before that qPhil's love languages are gift giving and quality time, BUT, I should also mention acts of service. He IS always saying how he prefers being a support. Doing what he can to help is definitely one of his go-to displays of affection.

I took a test and answered based off what I think qPhil would prefer from what we know about his characterization and the habits of ccPhil (like his allergy to taking compliments /lh). From most to least, his love languages were Gift Giving, Acts of Service, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation. Which is almost exactly what I was thinking.

Let's see how many actual hcs I can get out of this rather than just writing a character analysis. :]

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Obligatory restate that crow brain must obtain shiny things to gift to his loved ones.

Fr though nothing says "I love you" like cool trinkets he gifts because it made him think of the person, or gifts he KNOWS the person has been wanting. Literally look at half his alone time on QSMP and tell me his default activity besides looting isn't obtaining things he knows his friends need, like that one wood type for Cellbit or zinc for BBH.

And inversely, the sentiment that something someone gifts to him made them think of him will earn them the sweetest "aw m8 🥺" because this idiot bird never expects to be on someone's mind. Bonus points if they gift him something he needed so he doesn't have to go on a long and tedious ass trip to resource gather.

Yeah no, words of affirmation mean very little to him. It's not that they don't matter or mean SOMETHING, he gets incredibly soft hearing someone like Missa say "I love you" and all that. It's just that he has an extremely hard time just accepting compliments and praise point blank. And he doesn't need to hear he's loved and appreciated, he knows it through a person's actions and desire to be around him. How they demonstrate their love and care says more than their vocal chords ever could.

The funny thing is, he's so uno reverse about some of his love languages. He'll hype the shit out of his loved ones verbally and he feels guilty sometimes when people do acts of service for him.

Doing acts of service WITH him though. Like teamwork? Chores around the house type shit? He's down for that. It doubles as quality time. As long as he feels like he's pulling his weight and not letting things fall on his partner's shoulders, he's content.

Aka his partner has to force his stupid ass to let them spoil him, he'll just feel bad unless they insist they WANT to do things for him.

OR: Turn it into bonus quality time and go resource gathering TOGETHER. 🤯

Physical touch he's pretty indifferent about. He LOVES hugs and kisses and the occasional cuddle. He's more than happy to hold hands. I've said before, this wack ass polycule fucks. But he can go without physical touch too, he's chill either way. But the fact that it's somewhat infrequent makes it even more special and melts his heart. :)

Quality time though. That's his SHIT. He fucking LOVES just existing with his partner. I am shaking Chapter 3 of AMFMN violently. The long walk with Missa. The picnic. Literally just enjoying some time with him. It's basically his default with the polycule, and his friends too. Gift giving may be his biggest love language, but quality time is the most accessible one, I guess you could say.

On that note, I also point to doing dungeons with Etoiles, misc adventuring with Fit, and building with the kids. Doing fun shit with your loved ones is >>>>>>> to him.

He loves gift giving BUT not at the expense of someone giving him something they need or something he knows they treasure. Don't give him the clothes off your back or something that matters to you. (Hypocritically, he will do the reverse though)

When he's very stressed, his appreciation for physical touch increases. Hugs really do make him feel better :')

He definitely uses certain love languages more often than others with certain people or types of bonds (partners, friends, etc)

Basically, he give gift. He love get gift. He love doing things for people. He love doing things With people. Physical touch special. Words don't matter much to him. As with many things (and in Kristin's words) Phil is "low maintenance."

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons

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werecreature-addicted · 8 months

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I do not understand how you could kiss someone and not get the hint let alone how it could happen twice.

Listen. I may be stupid...

I was friends with this girl who did community theater and she asked me to help run lines with her there was a kiss in the scene so we kissed and it got heated and turned into making out. Deadass I was like "That was good but maybe tone down the kiss for the show, that's a little much for Mary Poppins" She told me a week later she liked me and I was stunned!!! we'd only ever been friends, and this came out of nowhere!

The second one was a different friend. She was talking about how embarrassed she was that she would start college in the fall and had never kissed anyone, so I told her I'd kiss her if it was such a big deal. Again it was more like making out than like, she put her hands up my shirt which in hindsight was a bit of a hint that this was more than your average friend kissing. Once we stopped she told me she was in love with me and had been for months. I was again shocked! Who could have foreseen that a girl who jumped at the chance to kiss me and grope me might have a crush on me or something? Wack.

#there's like an 80 percent chance I'm aro #I cannot wrap my mind around some romance stuff #whoops #asks

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suffarustuffaru · 3 months

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What do you think would’ve happened if Heinkel had been the one to fall into a coma instead of Louanna? I just think the potential of that is very juicy because like that completely changes the Astrea family dynamics!

oh i ADORE this idea so much!!! arghhh i love astrea family dynamics so much and i really really like each member - though of course i hope we learn more about louanna soon!!! im so curious about her and everyone in the family BUT her is at least decently fleshed out already!! but yes okay this idea is great and also Everyone in these reddit threads have brainstormed all kinds of ideas for Other Astrea Members Falling Comatose (heinkel, reinhard, theresia, or wilhelm) far far better than i could so if anyone seeing this hasnt seen those i highly recommend reading!! super fun ideas going on <3

but yeah my quick two cents on heinkel specifically going comatose is that, like people have mentioned in those threads that stuff would happen differently. marcos doesnt rejoin the royal guard, reinhard probably doesnt get the dp of mind changing, wilhelm might die to the whale instead since heinkel isnt around to get sent on a suicide mission and wilhelm Would Not Back Down from that, etc etc. or did theresia get sent to kill the whale right away while wilhelm like in canon went to deal with the royal family?? that sort of thing.

i think ultimately we dont 100% know what would happen on the louanna side of things just because. we dont know anything about how she was as a person hah so hard to predict!! but i think things would probablyy turn out a little better given everything i just mentioned. and also the bar for how canon went is super low anyway aljsdfl. but yeah i mean louanna seems like she might cope a little better (i mean. shes Probablyy not the type to fall into alcoholism right haha). or she might Also Cope Badly, depending on how you wanna interpret this. and depending on how louanna turns out to be as a person. and Someone is still gonna die to the whale probably. so things are Not That Great and also heinkel being comatose means he wont be head of the house. louanna in this situation either way would need to take charge - both in the sense that uh, in the end it'll just be her and one of reinhard's grandparents left around, and also in the sense that she is reinhards only parent left now. and also reinhard Might get a bit more pressure to hurry into the royal guard sooner. he'll get compared to his comatose MIA dad im sure :(( esp since heinkel is. frozen in time.

theres Always something chilling about how in canon, long term sleeping beauty syndrome victims are just. Stuck. in time. forever frozen. never aging a single day from the moment they were gone. thats Haunting. thats like living with a ghost thats still there. and in this au itd be heinkel!! heinkel whos still at his prime and hasnt truly had a permanent failure yet (losing his mom to the whale, losing louanna to a coma, etc etc), and of course like canon heinkel, louannas left to pick up the pieces which is always really sad to me :(( she and heinkel were young too when all of this started to go wrong T^T like Still Adults, of course, but still young!! like shes 21 and hes 22 T^TT wild stuff.

also i do agree with people who said that louanna might just wack reinhard over the head for kidnapping felt like that. 1000%.

anyway!!! astrea family drama still goes Wrong i think somehow, in another font, if heinkel or anyone else is the one that gets put into a coma :(( it might be better or worse depending on what happens!! and depending on who gets comatose and who Dies!! but yes i think everything goes a bit wrong either way :(( they can never win T^T but itd shift dynamics around every time which is the fun part!!

#rezero #re:zero #would be fucking funny though if the astreas all joined different camps again. theyre collecting camps like pokemons and the camps are #collecting astreas #louanna can join. ana ig. idk. but i do love the fan idea that in timelines where the astreas are on better terms they just!! decide to joi #different camps so their chances of getting dragon blood to help heal Whoevers Comatose In The Family is higher!!#thats such a sweet subversion ;-;;;#reinhard van astrea #louanna astrea #heinkel astrea #ask

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Nishinoya gets the girl!

pairing: Nishinoya x tall!Female!reader

Summary: After ,quite literally, running into a tall first year girl, Nishinoya falls head-over-heels for her

Genre: pure fluff!

Word count: 1382

A/N: this is my first time uploading a fic so I hope its not too bad, sorry in advance if the formatting is wack!

Cross-posted on AO3

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It wasn't hard to find someone taller than Nishinoya yu, in fact, just looking at the other boys on the karasuno boys volleyball team, you'd see just how short he is in comparison. This was a fact Nishinoya knew all too well, always having to gaze upward to see the faces of his peers despite being the oldest second year on the team, so when he runs directly into a girl on the way to volleyball practice, it isn't surprising that she's taller than him, but when he looks up from the spot on the floor where he had fallen, he realizes just how much taller than him she was.

The tall girl reaches her hand out, an apologetic expression on her pretty face,Nishinoya blinks up at her as he takes her hand. The girl pulls him up and Nishinoya looks up at her with pink cheeks, “im sorry, are you okay?” she asks, and Noya practically swoons at the sound of her voice, he rubs the back of his neck, laughing nervously “ah,yeah im alright, sorry for running into you!” The girl smiles and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, her cheeks tinted with a blush “Im Nishinoya Yu!” Noya introduces himself hastily and the girl's eyes flicker briefly with recognition “Nishinoya…” she repeats softly, looking contemplative before she smiles “You're on the boys volleyball team right?” she asks and Noya visibility brightens, this beautiful girl knew who he was?

He nods enthusiastically,bouncing on his heels as he looks up at her, “yeah! I'm the libero!” he says proudly “pretty cool huh?” she giggles and nods, “yeah, i've seen a few of your matches, you were really cool!” she praises, and Noya fidgets nervously with a piece of his hair, despite prompting her to compliment him, he wasn't expecting her to actually do it. “I'm L/N Y/N, it was nice to meet you Nishinoya-senpai.” she says, walking around the now stunned second year and disappearing around a corner, but before Noya could run after her and ask her out, a large hand grips his shoulder,he turns around to meet the furious eyes of Daichi, who had come to find him after he didn't show up for practise. As Daichi scolds him for delaying the club meeting, Noya can only think of the pretty girl he had just met, wondering if he’d get the chance to get her number and maybe even get a date with her.

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It had been a few days since your run in with a certain energetic libero, you had seen him playing before and immediately thought he was cute,you found out he was only a year above you after asking some friends about the libero who had played so well that day, so when you finally got a chance to meet him, you tried your best not to act like some crazed fan girl, he probably gets enough of those, you thought. Currently, you were leaving the school after your club meeting ended, when you passed the gymnasium the boys volleyball team used. The door was slightly open and the lights were still on despite clubs having already ended for the day, you peek inside and see the same spikey haired second year who was occupying your thoughts and a taller boy with a shaved head standing near by, quietly, you push the gym door open, watching in amazement as the taller of the two throws the ball into the air, Nishinoya, while yelling something about thunder, leaps forward and perfectly receives the ball, flinging it into a blue basket filled with other volleyballs.

You can't help but exclaim “Wow!” as the short boy gets back up, startling the two volleyball players, you smile sheepishly, giving an awkward wave as they gape at you. Nishinoya, who had completely frozen in place, quickly becomes red in the face and the other boy (who you recognize as the loud guy that took his shirt off during the first volleyball match you saw) looks between the two of you quickly, before directing his attention to his teammate and loudly asking “is this the girl you were talking about?” Nishinoya jumps and then glares at his grinning friend, his face still red. His friend just laughs, slapping him on the back and heading towards the door, walking past you with a smirk. “Make sure to lock up when you're done!” he calls, fishing the gym keys out of his pocket and tossing them over his shoulder at Noya, who snatches them out the air and watches as his friend leaves the gym, leaving the two of you alone.

Nishinoya shuffles awkwardly in place, his sneakers squeaking against the court floor, his eyes looking anywhere but at you, the two of stand there in silence for a moment before he finally speaks, “you're here pretty late L/N-chan.” he says and you smile softly “i could say the same to you Nishinoya-senpai.” Noya blushes at the honorific, trying to suppress the grin threatening to show on his face. “W-well you know…i need to work super hard if i want to be the best libero!” Despite fumbling over his words, he tries to remain composed in front of such a pretty girl, “it's getting pretty late…how about i walk you home?” he offers, looking up at you with a hopeful look, you blush fiddling with the hem of your skirt, “yeah…i'd like that.” you tell him, smiling sweetly at him, Nishinoya can hardly believe it, walking home with a super cute girl? He must have pleased the love gods.

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Around 15 minutes later, after Noya locks up the gym and changes out of his volleyball uniform, you begin the walk to your house, you walk side by side. you, slowing your pace and Noya, speeding up to match yours, the difference in height is certainly more apparent now. The silence between you is comfortable, only being broken by your directions, Noya glances over at you, his heart racing from being so close to you and he wonders if your heart is doing the same. Unbeknownst to him, it is, your mind is filled with similarly Noya-centric thoughts. As you turn the corner to your street, you subconsciously slow down, trying to prolong the time spent with the boy you hold such affection for, Noya, who was wondering how you would react if he held your hand.

You stop in front of your house, turning towards Noya, “well…this is me.” You say, your voice soft and nervous, Noya smiles up at you, his cheeks dusted with pink, you stand there in silence, neither of you wanting to leave the other. “Thanks for walking me home.” You say, hesitating for a moment before quickly leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, you pull away, face flushed with embarrassment. Noya stands there in shock, his fingers brushing over his cheek where your lips had touched, he turns bright red “p-please give me your number!” He says loudly, startling you.

“O-oh! Um okay!” You stutter, fumbling a bit while you try to fish your phone out of your bag, you quietly exchange numbers, both of your face red. Numbers exchanged, Noya stares down at his phone, looking at your phone number with amazement, tucking some hair behind your ear you gesture towards your house, “I should head inside but um…I’ll text you!” You say smiling at him, Noya nods, starting to walk backwards slowly, “yeah! Yeah, okay! Bye L/N-Chan!” He calls as you turn to leave. halfway to your door, you glance back,letting out a quiet giggle as Noya fist pumps and jumps around as he leaves your street. As soon as Noya gets home, he collapses in bed, smiling like a fool as he pulls his phone out, ready to send you the first text only to see you had already beat him too it,

L/N-Chan: ‘thanks for walking me home Nishinoya-senpai! I hope you got back okay!’

Noya grins, typing out, then deleting, then re-typing a simple-

Nishinoya-senpai: ‘no problem! Goodnight L/N!’

L/N-Chan: ‘Goodnight!’

You bury your face in your pillow, kicking your legs happily.

That night, you both fall asleep thinking of eachother.

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Request rules!

#cherries fanfictions✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡#nishinoya x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction

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c-t-r-l14 · 4 months

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I'm just gonna make my own headcannon real quick.

Dontis is definitely the type of guy to be calmly angry. He doesn't scream, or yell, or curse at people. He doesn't get violent because that's simply not in his nature. He'll speak to you in an even tone, and his voice would be low and flat.

But you can definitely tell when he's at his wit's end with you —because the entire vibe of the room changes. An unsettling, eerie feeling that fills the air, and suffocates you as you try so desperately to breathe. And the most scary part is that you don't even know what's coming next.

The only way I could describe is that very uneasy feeling you get when you're in a relatively calm, and quiet place in a horror game. You're looking over your shoulder every two seconds, and you're staying vigilant because the last thing you wanna do is to be caught off guard when the enemy comes out.

You can hear the venom behind that calm tone as he speaks to you. And you can see the displeasure in his eyes.

I feel like seeing Dontis angry would be a very frightening sight—-and its not even because he's calm about it; but because the whole vibe of the room is thrown completely out of wack when he does. I'd imagine that it'd even make Xanthus a little scared.

To cool off, I think he'd go on a long walk, or sit in a park. Take a few deep breaths, and enjoy the scenery in silence.

After he's had time to cool down, he'll definitely try to talk to you and try to see your perspective on things--and will make the effort to work things out with you. Unlike some people.

All I know is, if you somehow got DONTIS to be angry at you —then whatever happened between ya'll is YOUR FAULT. 'Cause how in the 7 circles of HELL did you get the most kindest, forgiving, and empathetic soul in ALL of the SAKUVERSE upset with you??? Whatever you did must've been deliberate--because Dontis doesn't get angry easily at all.

For god's sake, he found a way to befriend and fall in love with the hunter who LITERALLY tried to take him OFF the UNITED STATES CENSUS‼️ Hunter listener literally tried to put my man Dontis on a shirt and he STILL found a way to be understanding and forgiving‼️

Whatever you did, you better be sorry. And knowing Dontis, he will still find a way to forgive you, even if you don't deserve it.

BONUS:

It's a quick sketch and very messy, but this is what I'd imagine how he'd look like if someone were to piss him off. I have a headcannon that Dontis is a little over 6 feet tall, so he already has a very imposing stature, but him being angry on top of that makes him all the more intimidating.

(I tried to make it look like he's staring down at you but I suck at perspective and just drawing men in general. I hope ya'll see the vision anyway 💀)

#sakuverse #zsakuva #dontis zsakuva #sakuversefanart #sakuverseart #ya’ll see the vision tho right?#he angy #i love Dontis bro

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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you’re hurt – mafia!bts

[warnings: mentions of blood and dying, fainting, bruises, there's a panic attack, that kind of stuff, and I think there’s a couple of swears]

summary: in which y/n gets hurt | requested!

word count: 2,698

main materlist | bts reactions masterlist

kim seokjin

To say you weren't feeling well was an understatement. You had been nauseous and lightheaded all day but since you worked sitting down, you were able to push through. You had no choice but to push through. Your department depended on the project you were working on and with evaluations coming up, you really couldn't rest. This project was keeping you up for hours on end, too stressed out to sleep but too tired to do anything productive.

When you arrived home you figured some food would help you feel better. As you cooked alongside Jin, his voice got echoey and you could barely see in front of you.

You felt your heartbeat grow faster and your balance was all out of wack. You were suddenly hot like you had been sitting in a sauna for hours.

You didn't hear Jin calling your name as you fell but you didn't feel the pain of hitting the floor. When you woke up, you were warm but not hot and laying in your bed next to Jin.

His hand was holding yours and when you turned to face him his eyes were already on you.

"Jinnie?" You croaked out, causing him to reach over and get your cup of water off your nightstand.

"Sit up slowly and drink this," He demanded softly. You listened, too scared not to. You barely remembered what happened but you trusted your boyfriend enough to listen without hesitation.

You finished the glass of water and Jin took it away from you and set it on his nightstand.

"What happened?" You asked softly.

"You fainted while we were cooking. I had the doctor come over and check up on you. It was scary, Y/N. You were swaying back and forth and then your eyes rolled back and then you started falling but I caught you. You scared me."

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, eyes getting watery as you turned to avoid looking at him.

"What's going on? I know you didn't sleep much last night or this past week; the doctor said you were exhausted."

"It's just work," You mumbled, already prepared for how Jin was going to react. "I have a big project due and evaluations are coming up."

"You can't let work stress you out this much, Princess. Your boss knows you're the best at what you do, there's nothing left to prove. Don't get me wrong, I love your work ethic, but if it is taking a toll on your health, then you need to quit."

You sighed and nodded your head. "I know. I need to take it easy."

He brushed your tears away before pulling you into his chest.

min yoongi

When Yoongi found your unconscious body sprawled out on the bathroom floor, he immediately called the doctor.

The next thing he did was check your pulse and gently call your name.

Yoongi was usually really good at hiding his emotions but seeing you on the ground unresponsive caused tears he hadn't seen since he was a child to roll down his cheeks.

When you woke up you didn't need to look for Yoongi, he was right next to you like he had been for the past 12 hours.

"What happened?"

"Someone poisoned you, but I promise they'll be dealt with. Where did you eat and who were you with?"

"I was what? Who would do that? Why?"

Your breathing grew frantic at the thought that someone wanted to harm you.

"Hey, hey. Focus on me. I know you're scared but I'm here now," Yoongi assured you and pulled you into his arms. "Just focus on your breathing."

It took a while and a trunk load of tears before you were able to calm down. You were tired and Yoongi's scent was lulling you to sleep.

But before you could close your eyes, Yoongi wanted answers.

"Who were you with, baby?"

"I was with Eun for lunch and your bodyguard Hwan was following us. That's it, but I don't think they'd do anything," You mumbled out, burying your head into his chest.

"I'll find out who did."

jung hoseok

"Love?" You heard Hoseok call you from the bedroom.

You stood in the middle of your shared walk-in closet looking for an outfit to wear for dinner. You were currently wearing just a tank top and underwear, leaving most of your body exposed.

"Yeah, Hobi?" You hummed and walked to the bedroom.

"Okay, tie or no tie?"

"Mmh..." You hummed and tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinking... tie. You always look good in black suits but the tie really puts it over the edge for me."

"I knew you'd say th- what's that?"

"Huh? What's what?" You asked eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Hoseok walked over, eyes focused on your body after tossing his ties on the bed. "That," He pointed. "Where'd you get that bruise from?"

"Hobi, what bruise?" You asked before looking down at your hip.

The bruise was extremely faint like it was just forming and yet Hoseok was able to notice it almost immediately.

"That bruise."

You frowned and gently rubbed it, wincing in slight pain. "Oh, I think this is from earlier when I was making breakfast and I bumped my hip on the island. I'm okay, Hobi, I promise."

"Please be more careful Y/N-"

"Y/N? Why are you calling me that? My name is Love," You spoke quickly, shocked and somewhat confused.

You often joked that he didn't even like what your real name was since he never called you by it. The last time he called you by your name was your first date. After that, you've been Love.

"Love," He sighed and took your hands into his. "Just be more careful. I thought I was gonna have to kill someone for putting their hands on you."

"You're the only person that touches me," You softly assured him as you slowly leaned into to give him a long and gentle kiss.

He pulled away from you, slightly dazed making you giggle and give him a quick peck.

"Let's keep it that way."

kim namjoon

You never told Namjoon, but a short while after you found out what he did for a living, you started having nightmares.

Instead of that random man in his office bleeding out, it was Namjoon you found. He was coughing up his blood looking around for someone, anyone. He didn't want to die alone and that is the part that devastated you the most.

The dream always ended the same way; you ran over to him and held his bloody body in your arms promising each other you'd never be alone.

You woke up to Namjoon screaming your name and watching him jump out of the bed and rush to your side.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked as he scooped you into his arms and held you bridal style.

"My ass hurts," You groaned. "Why is the bed so high up, Joon? Fuck, I feel like I fell off a cliff."

He chuckled at your complaints as he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you in the same position but anchoring you to his lap.

"I'll have someone come to lower the bed later if it's really a concern. Now, what were you dreaming about? It looked like you were trying to run before you fell off the bed."

"I don't wanna talk about it," You mumbled and closed your eyes to avoid his look of disappointment.

He sighed, "What's bothering you Lovebug? We're best friends, we tell each other everything."

"You don't tell me everything," You rebutted with a slight attitude, just wanting to go back to sleep. But you knew Namjoon wasn't going to let this go.

"No, you're right. I don't talk to you about work. But everything else, you know."

You were silent for a moment because you knew he was right. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that part of his life.

But that's also why you didn't want to tell him. He kept so much bottled in because he doesn't want you to see that side of him yet you still have nightmares. His hard work was for nothing it seemed.

"Lovebug."

"I don't want you to die alone, Joon," You confessed, tears immediately rushing out of your eyes.

"Y/N, what? Where is this coming from?" He asked, his voice holding concern and you felt it as he held on to your shaking body tightly.

"I've been having dreams about you. Remember when I saw that guy in your office? In my dream, it's you and-and." You take a break from speaking to let out a sob and wipe at your runny nose. "And you're looking around for someone and you always look so relieved to see me when I come but what if that happens and I'm not there? I don't want you to die, Namjoon but I... I really don't want you to die alone. I'm so scared," You finally confessed.

"I'm scared to leave you alone, too, Y/N. That's why I'm always trying my hardest to make it home to you. I can't promise I'll always make it back but I promise I won't be alone. Wherever I am, the boys follow; I'm never alone. And you see that chain over there?"

He jutted his jaw in the direction of the dresser, his chain laying on top. It was a thick gold chain with a circular pendant that had a picture of you smiling, surrounded by all the flowers he bought for your first anniversary.

You nodded before turning back to face him, tears still running down your face but you're not sobbing anymore.

"It's always on under my shirts. You're always with me Y/N. There's not a day that goes by that you're not with me. Do you understand?"

You quickly nodded and stuck your face in his chest, needing his warmth, his comfort.

"I promise to always try to make it back to you."

park jimin

"Shit!"

"Y/N?" Jimin yelled, rushing from the living room to the hallway.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," You groaned and held your pounding head.

He sighed and took your hand off of your forehead. "No, you're not. Your phone is broken on the floor and you're holding your head. What did you do? That big bang was you walking into the wall?"

"Yeah," You mumbled and looked up at him, embarrassed. "My head is pounding, I can feel it in my eyes Minie."

"Go, sit on the couch," He shook his head and guided you into the living room. "Gonna get you some ice and call the doctor over to make sure you don't have a concussion."

You nodded and sat down on the couch with his help before he walked off to the kitchen.

He was back within a few minutes, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel. "Here, lean against me." He sat with his back leaning on the arm of the couch, feet up, and pulled you between his legs. He kept the ice on your forehead and let you lean against his chest. "The doctor's coming, okay?"

"Okay, thank you. 'M sorry for worrying you, Jiminie."

"You just need to be more careful, Lover."

"I will, I promise."

kim taehyung

"You look... gorgeous. I really can't explain how amazing you look with words. You're perfect, Sweets," Taehyung expressed passionately as he saw you walk out of the closet.

"Taehyung," You whined shyly and your whole body started to heat up because of his compliments.

It was your weekly date night and Taehyung wanted to take you to some super fancy restaurant. It was so fancy, you never even heard of it until today.

You were wearing a red silk dress that had a leg slit cut to your hip. The spaghetti straps rested on your shoulders and led to a deep v-cut that showed more than enough cleavage. You paired the dress with black heels and a silver bracelet and earrings.

"It's true. I'd never lie to you," He smiled and took your hands to pull you close to him.

"I know. Thank you, Tae. You look very handsome in your suit. I love simple suits on you."

"That's why I wore it. Can't go wrong with a classic black suit and tie."

Dinner went swimmingly and you loved nothing more than to spend time with Taehyung but you couldn't wait to get back home. Your heels were killing you but you refused to walk barefoot. Tae offered to carry you but he just ate and you didn't want him to overwork his body.

The brick walkway to the house was uneven but you never imagined you'd sprain your ankle walking on it.

"I knew I should've carried you. Fuck, let's go to the hospital," Taehyung sighed and instantly picked you up, not allowing any arguments.

"Tae, I just lost my footing, I think I'm fine-"

"You yelled out in pain, Y/N. You are not fine. And look at your face, it's scrunched up like when you're cramping. We're going to the hospital. Or at least let our doctor come check you out."

"Okay okay, I just want to be home. I'm already uncomfortable as it is, I don't wanna go to the hospital."

"Okay, Sweets, I'll call him. And then I'm calling to have that pathway smoothed down immediately."

"Tae there's no-"

He shot you a look making you shut up and giggle at his overprotectiveness.

"Anything that hurts you, will be dealt with. Got it?"

"Got it."

jeon jungkook

Jungkook loved homemade meals and he loved your cooking. So every Saturday you made him breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. Of course with the help of his best buddy, Yeonjun.

You and Jungkook worked out a deal with your sister that you two would pick him up Friday after school and he'd sleep over until Saturday night. This came about after Yeonjun claimed to feel neglected by Jungkook and yourself after you began dating and spending more time with your boyfriend.

"Okay Yeonjun, let me cut the carrots, I don't want you to get hurt," You said softly and grabbed a knife from the drawer.

You began cutting the carrots and other vegetables you were adding to the gimbap, humming quietly to yourself.

"How come you rushed me to bed when Jungkook came home last night? And why were his clothes covered in blood?"

"Ouch!" You yelped and dropped the knife in your hand.

"Are you okay? Jungkook!"

Yeonjun ran from the kitchen and into Jungkook's gaming room. He was quick to drag your boyfriend to the kitchen where they both started to freak out over your bloody finger.

"I'm okay, you guys. I just sliced my finger, I didn't chop it off," You spoke calmly, trying to get the both of them to calm down. "Kook, meet me in the bathroom with the first aid kit. Yeonjun, go watch tv in the living room with Bam."

Jungkook left immediately, figuring you knew what was best. But Yeonjun was stubborn, hesitating to leave your side.

"I want to go with you," He tried to argue after looking at your bloody pointer finger.

You quickly covered it with your other hand and shook your head. "No, I'm okay. Kook and I are just gonna clean it and put a bandaid on it. I'm okay, I promise. Go hang out with Bam until we're done."

He slowly nodded before running off to the living room, allowing you to sigh a breath of relief.

You quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked as you sat on the lid of the toilet.

As your boyfriend cleaned you up, you explained everything that happened and how Yeonjun's questions took you by surprise and you lose focus.

"If you're coming home all bloody or beat up, just call me ahead of time if Yeonjun is here. I don't want him to see you like that. Okay?"

"Okay, Lovey, I promise," He nodded and wrapped your finger in a bandaid and gave it a soft kiss.

"Thank you."

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harus-simp · 11 months

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Burning fire

-S.Hanbin x reader-

Warning:suggestive (mentions of making out,fingering),fluff

(I'll put a warning were the suggestive part starts so please minors dni)

Author's note: I think I was enjoying this too much opps 🤭

Also my first time writing something suggestive so let's see if you like it :D

Enjoy it ;))

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Your facade of a cold person towards sung hanbin will start to break down after a couple of touches and kisses that leave you a burning sensation due to being locked up with him in a cramped room.

Sung Hanbin. The most popular guy on college, the envy of many. He exceeded at literally everything, his teaching skills were phenomenal, his attention to detail,just name something and he'd just know what to do.

He belonged to the dancing department and was specialised in tutting and wacking,earning a lot of respect from his sunbaes and almost everyone.

His looks weren't ones to mess with as well, he literally earned the title of the college's crush, there wasn't anyone that hadn't fell for his smile and his charms, and that would include you as well. However you wouldn't just admit it directly because you didn't want to seem like you blended with the rest, so you just made this facade where you found him indifferent.

And he definitely noticed this, you both shared some classes and he had been meaning to grow closer to you, however it didn't matter how nice he was, you just pushed him away. And it was starting to get into his nerves, not just because he wanted to be nice, but you were starting to occupy most of his thoughts. He always thought of new ways to get you two closer and to make you notice him.

The smile you dedicated to others, he wanted that for himself as well, the little clapping you did when you got excited over something, he needed to see it directly(oh, he was falling hard I tell you).

But all that would change soon without any of them really knowing what they were getting involved on.

It was a day like any other, hanbin still trying to get you to talk to him and failing miserably, your friends teasing you about the situation (yes they knew your crush on him), yeah nothing new.

As the classes finished you headed quickly to the cafeteria to have lunch with your friends, while they all dedicated you that smug smile you so much hated.

"What?"

"Still ignoring the pretty boy?"asked seunghwan

"Oh come on guys, leave me alone, I just want to have a normal year"

"By ignoring the love of your life?" junhyeon said while making kissing noises.

Oh my God how annoying could your friends get sometimes?

"Hey look who's coming"pointed out gunwook

As you turned around you saw someone you didn't expect, seok matthew, also part of the popular guys and most importantly, hanbin's closest friend.

"Hey there, is y/n here?"he asked casually

"Yes, I am here"

"Well teacher hoetaek is calling for you"

Jesus christ, you thought it had something to do with hanbin. That was a relieve.

"Alright, thanks"you answered as you headed towards his office

Once you got there you were notified by him that you needed to run a little errand for him, bring stairs from the janitor's closet.

Well perhaps we forgot to mention that you were the first in his class and that's why he always trusted you to do little things for him (and of course you didn't have any problem).

On your way there you felt that someone was watching you, but when you turned around there was literally no one there. Hmm, how weird. But you resumed your walk until you were in front of the door you were told to be.

When you opened it you were about to grab the stairs that were there when a loud voice interrupted your action.

"Please y/n help"

It was none other than hanbin running for his life for God knows what reason, but he seemed really panicked and frustrated. You were completely surprised at his actions, you had never seen him act like that. However you didn't have time to react as he pushed you inside the room and closed the door behind him.

You felt your cheeks get instantly red as he put a finger to shush your mouth, not letting you protest about the situation.

"Sorry about this y/n, but there are this guys that I don't know and they have been chasing after me"he whispered into the dark because the lights were off.

The only thing you could feel was the heat radiating from his body and his touch on your lips.

"It's- it's alright"you muttered out how you could.

When you heard the footsteps get away you felt all the tension on your shoulders go away and so did his.

"Well thank God, I don't know what they want from me tho. Sorry for that"he said

"No, don't worry. Now let's get out of here, i still need to bring this to Mr hoetaek"

But as you tried to opened the door it was stucked, or more like it was locked from the outside.

You tried a couple more times but to no avail.

"Um, hanbin?"

"Yeah?"

"The door won't open..."

"What?"

He tried himself but just like your attempts, they were a failure. Now what?

"OMG I think they're coming again" and he put his finger where it was before as you could only stare at nothing.

But this time with his other free hand he turned on the lights as he saw your slightly parted mouth and your almost pleading eyes stare back at him. God you looked stunning just like that, like a pretty doll.

The janitor's room, that was actually pretty small, suddenly felt a little hotter than usual.

You both were starting to fell into each other's charms, but hanbin was the one to take the big step and started to approximate slowly to your mouth, and just before your lips made contact he asked you in the softest voice: "may I?"

You just nodded at him as he took his finger away from you and instead placed his lips on yours, but not with the softness you were expecting, instead desperation and frustration were felt from his quick and rapid pace(not that you were complaining tho).

.......................Minors DNI..........................

He then placed his arms around your hips, squeezing them from time to time making you whimper a little bit at his action as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Then you put them on his hair tugging on some strands a little harshly provoking low grunts to escape from his lips.

He then moved one of his hands to trap you to the door using the remaining one to wrap it around your waist.

The kisses you were sharing were starting to get quicker and deeper, tongues clashing and skin burning.

He then started trailing off kisses through your neck and collarbone sucking and pulling on your skin leaving deep purple marks there. Your soft moans pierced through his ears making him chuckle.

His soft hand starting to roam under your shirt making you feel literal fire. And the other one finding its way under the little skirt you were wearing and that was driving him crazy from just looking at it.

That same hand starting massaging your clit in soft motions making you see literal stars, then he moved aside your panties and started fingering you delicately, like you were the most fragile thing on the world, while he kissed you to keep your loud moans from coming from your pretty mouth.

Once you reached your climax he took out some tissues to clean you a little bit as he separated from you before it escalated into something else, not wanting your first proper interaction to go that far.

........................END OF IT...........................

He rested his forehead against yours as he stared right into your beautiful eyes, a soft smile making its way into his face.

"Y/n..."he breathed heavily.

You just nodded your head softly waiting for his answer as you didn't have the energy to say nothing more

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time now, but you just pushed me away not letting me even talk to you"he said sadly

"I'm really sorry, it's just I like you very much but didn't want to confess it to you"

"And how else where you supposed to see if I corresponded or not?"he teased you

You just hided your face on his chest to avoid the conversation making him giggle in the process.

"Anyways, after classes finish I'll bring you to a real date"

Oh how hard had you fell for this boy and how dizzy he made you feel from his contact, your skin burning from the lingering touches.

At the other side of the door stood a proud matthew thanking his friend from outside the dance department for the little persecution he had prepared for someone to confess, it was getting pretty obvious now and he was growing tired of his friend already so yeah 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️ (he's definitely not telling you though hehe)

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year

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Maybe something with fratboy!kyle and being his gf? Maybe they’re at the party and she says something like “wanna leave early?” And he doesn’t die?? Have a good day!

Frat Boy Kyle

Warning: Swearing, drinking, blood, like reader gets hit in the face by Kyle but it's an accident so tw for whatever that is

Note: You guys get me. May every single person who requests a non-Tate fic receive a passionate kiss from me. I notice that I switch the POV of fics I write often ex. the one I wrote before this was 3rd person, but this one is 2nd person. If that bothers anyone lmk and I'll commit to something.

The air was hot, and so were you. Summer in New Orleans never really knows to cool off once the sun sets, like Mother Nature forgot to inform the sun that her work was over for the day. Kyle had driven you both to this party, and you had no intention of driving back, hence the homemade margarita in your hand.

The party was roughly 3 blocks away from Kyle's frat, where you intended to spend the night after this, and in the worst case scenario - being that Kyle gets drunk off his ass - you could just walk home with him and get his car in the morning. You were close friends with the party host's girlfriend, and it was her drunken idea to make margaritas, you didn't just help yourself to their kitchen supplies.

It was almost strange, almost, how many people you knew, how many friends you had, all due to Kyle. You hated getting cheesy, and you'd never admit this to him, but sometimes it felt like your life really started the moment he asked you to go out with him 2 years ago. It was the beginning of his freshman year of college, while you were a senior in high school and you both found yourselves at a party just like this one, on a night just like this, when he saw you from across the room.

You don't know if you had something in your teeth or he was just so captivated by your beauty, but once he set his eyes on you that once, he never seemed to let you out of his sight.

It was easy being with him, truly, it was. He was a smooth talker at first, but you soon came to realize he was also sensitive, caring, goofy, sweet, all things that aided you in falling in love with him. It wasn't all that hard.

You took 3 long gulps of your drink, because if you kept spacing out and getting sentimental you might start crying and that's the last thing you wanted to do. You were just so happy to be with him, despite him having wandered off about an hour or so ago. With that, you got up, and decided to go find him.

Wiping your sweaty palms on the cloth of your dress, you scanned the room for that familiar head of messy blond hair, but not seeing it. You checked the living room, the back patio, the front patio, even did a brief survey of the top floor but ultimately did not see him. Suddenly, you bumped into one of the guys from Kyle's frat. He kind of gave you the creeps but you really wanted to find your man so you asked him, "hey Archie, have you seen Kyle?"

"Have you checked the kitchen?" He spit with a gruff. You just nodded and walked in that direction when you swore you heard him mumble something along the lines of 'stupid bitch' under his breath but decided to ignore it.

You weaved in and between crowds of people to reach the kitchen, where the dense population dispersed into a few individuals hanging out by the sink, some on the counter, some on the floor, and, most importantly, Kyle, digging through the fridge. You smiled warmly and made your way towards him.

You were inches away from him when he hollered something to someone else, "Jake is this the one you wa-" he spun around, a bottle held up in the air and promptly wacked you in the face with it, causing you to take a few shocked steps back, bumping into the kitchen island behind you and a few drops of blood spilling from your nose.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry babe!" He placed his hands gently atop your shoulders and bent down to get eye to eye with your hunched over frame. "Let me see, move your hands," he gathered both your hands into one of his and used his other to carefully inspect the damage he'd done and he took a sharp inhale through his teeth.

You hadn't noticed how everyone else had left the kitchen until he placed a hand on the small of your back and led you over to the sink where others had previously been standing. He spun you around and swiftly lifted you up to sit atop the counter, then he stuffed as many damp paper towels into his hands as he could.

He swore his heart broke even more when he saw a few hot tears slide down your cheeks and he quickly wiped them away, "hey, hey, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

You nodded through your tears and he softly dabbed away your blood, realizing your face was going to bruise and it would be all his fault. Once the bleeding had stopped and all remnants of blood had left your face, he stroked your hair a few times, "are you sure you're okay?"

You let out a quiet "yeah" and began to slump forward and Kyle was afraid you were going to pass out but you didn't, instead just leaning into his chest and wrapping your arms tightly around him. He reciprocated it, placing 2 kisses atop your head and rubbing up and down on your back. He felt your body begin to shudder and he imagined you were sobbing now so he pulled back again.

"Hey what-" he started but you were laughing. He had wacked your face so hard you had a bloody, bruised up nose and you were laughing. "What is it? What's funny? Are you feeling okay?" Perhaps you had a concussion and were starting to get delirious.

"Nothing, it's just, all of this. It's kind of funny," he let his hands rest on each of your thighs and gave them a loving squeeze and you grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He hummed into your lips. You pulled away. "Hey."

He chuckled, "hey."

"You wanna leave early?" You nudged his nose with your own as if there were some way he would say no to you.

"Mhm."

You hopped down from the counter with the assistance of Kyle and shivered once you reached the ground. "What, are you cold?"

"You know, when you lose blood, your body constricts blood vessels, lowering the amount of blood your heart pumps outside the center of your body, which makes you colder." You looked at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes and tore off his fraternity jacket and placed it over your shoulders. "How considerate," you mused at him and he rested his arm over your shoulders and led you out of the party.

The drive was short, there was no traffic and Kyle was completely sober for it, so you arrived at his home a mere 5 minutes after you left. Once he got out of the car, he came around to your side to open your door for you as he always did, but you remained sitting there, letting out a short groan. "Mmm, I don't wanna get up."

"Come on, sweetheart, you gotta get outta the car." You just didn't say anything, and he knew by that that he wasn't winning this argument, so he tossed the keys on your lap and picked you up bridal style, carrying you inside.

He tossed you down onto his bed, not caring about roughness just this once since you were being bratty. He began to walk away, "wait! where are you going?" You called out for him but he didn't respond.

He reappeared with a bottle of pills and a glass of water in his hand, and he set them both on his nightstand, slipped his shoes off and crawled into his bed. "Take those in the morning, your face is gonna hurt."

"I wonder what people are gonna say, I hope no one thinks you did this on purpose." You get under his blankets and curl up next to him and he accepts you into his warm embrace.

"I would never," he furrowed his brows in astonishment.

You craned your neck up to be face to face with him. "I love you."

"I love you," he kissed you passionately and rested his forehead on yours.

#american horror story fanfiction #american horror story #kyle spencer fluff #kyle spencer fanfiction #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #coven #ahs coven #frat boy kyle #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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jaxxsoxxn · 10 days

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"So I'm praying for some rain (like a young man finally praying to get laid)" [BF]

is there a Boomerflash discord server, or somewhere where ppl just chat about them? Or is there not enough peeps? hm...

Anyhow, Boomer gets caught in some heavy ass rain, as in practically a storm, and gets to Flash to get warm, without expecting Barry to be there, actually.

Me, trying to shorten Digger to smth that sounds sweet: ,,,digimon,,, (also, ye, Digi is supposed to be read as in Digimon)

Was going to make it smutty, but deemed it okay rn (i might edit it later just to add smut, beware!)

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In Digger's defense, Central City wasn't exactly known for weird weather. Of course, when you have two elemental-specialists as Rouges and one goddamn Weather Wizard, it can get a little confusing, not even adding the Speedstorm fiasco to the whole equation, but nothing ever was close to what was happening now.

So here he was, his skin lightly tanned and full of freckles (and he means FULL, like he didn't even know they could get low enough to reach his thighs!) after three weeks of something so close to a drought that in the middle of Central City's second week, people started manically buying water. Now, suddenly, halfway through a warm and sunny day, it started pouring - not raining because that'd mean that water wasn't falling from the sky with enough strength to actually hurt him.

Somewhere in his mind, while he was rushing from the shop back home, he wishes his lover wasn't so busy lately, even if he knows it's a thought only from a selfish need to get home quicker, all he can do is focus on it. He can't see ahead when the water hurts his eyes, his clothes so heavy from moisture that he wants to slow down against himself. The cold gets worse, he's shaking while running, and he honestly hopes it's a villain attack because then it won't last too long.

Flash was usually so warm it shook people, his body full of excessive energy. If not his job - two jobs technically - Boomer would come home, lose his wet clothes and just cuddle up with him, maybe without putting something on if the speedster wouldn't mind. His thoughts turned bitter when he remembered that his partner was still out on the mission.

When he finally got inside, his eyes hurting and his whole body shaking, all the energy slowly leaked out of him with every drip of the water coming from him. He just let go of the groceries and shook off his boots, lazily moving towards the couch. His mind whined to him about the cleaning later, but everything else already gave up.

The couch wasn't comfortable, actually far from it, but it was enough - the second he hit it, he couldn't help a peaceful groan and dozed off.

He woke up hot, too hot to do anything but whine deeply, while his dizzy mind caught the fact that someone was tearing off his shirt and pants, still as wet as they were before. He tried to move one of his hands to wack away the person who did it, but a hollow ache in his joints made a good argument against it.

"Shh, you're okay Digi, I gotcha." a soft voice of his lover rang in his ears.

Boomer slowly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a bit, but not enough to not catch the blond hair and blue eyes.

"Can't be, Barry's at work..." he slurred, while trying to push away the skinny hands. Pain swiftly run through his whole body, starting at his fingertips, while the other grabbed his wrists lightly.

"Just let me help love, it's alright, you're burning..."

He never noticed before how quickly Barry's voice made him fall asleep.

This time, when he woke up, a warm body was pressed against his, while there was a wet towel on his forehead. He tried to move slightly around, but the grip tightened, while Barry groaned.

"Stay put, you had a fever all night, Digi." a pair of soft lips found its way onto his forehead, while a hand under his neck moved higher to brush his probably disgustingly sweaty hair. "You feel... better."

He answered with a delicate hum, before slowly moving his face towards the others. Barry had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, his eyes worried, but also happy. He looked somewhere between tired and excited, which made Boomer's heart throb a little.

"Ya alrighty love? Ya don't look all that hot yourself" he mumbled next to his lips, while all the speedster did was smile back at him.

"I wanted to make you a surprise that I'm home quicker than expected, but well- you didn't even believe I was home."

The Australian noticed the change in tone, Flashes voice slightly sadder. He knew that Barry blamed himself a lot over things he didn't have control of. He understood it a little after the bracelet changed a few things in his natural biology* and he also had a better taste of being a speedster - always too late, not enough.

"But ya were." his own tone is steady, more serious than normally. "Ya were here in the end, an' if ya'll beat yourself over it, I'll beat ya with the closest stick."

He ended the sentence with a soft kiss, deeming it distracting enough. Barry moved even closer, his whole body clinging to the other, while his hands slowly moved around, just feeling him up - like he was checking if he's still here. His body relaxed into the touch, his mind swimming lightly when the kiss got more passionate, when Flash finally decided that his hands could stay on the other's hips.

He found somewhere in his head enough IQ to ask himself why the Speedster was acting like that only because of some sickness, but hey - he got kisses and attention, so that question would have to wait.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #captain boomerang #sickfic #kinda

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