#main verse.
the confession alone is more than enough to throw erin completely off guard, but it’s the sound of the all-too-familiar voice, echoing in the foyer of her two-bedroom condo again, after what feels like an eternity, that makes the muscles in her legs stiffen and the hair on the nape of her neck stand up. her natural instincts urging her to pull him into a hug, assure him that everything will be okay in the end, pretend he’s still hers and she’s his — that it’s the two of them against the world, the way it used to be a few years back. oh, how easy it would be to forget about everything and… but the more rational part of her wants to just stand here, linger in the doorway for a while longer, and pretend she hadn’t heard him, wishes the ground beneath her feet would open up and swallow her whole, get her out of this strange, uncomfortable situation. why would he say this now? why did he have to say this?
clearing her throat as she contemplates her response, she absently brings one of her now shaking hands to her dainty necklace and, to occupy her fingers with something, anything that will help her fight off the urge to reach for the redhead, begins to fidget with a small, heart-shaped pendant. she opens her mouth, but closes it almost immediately, her heart pounding away in her throat, keeping her from forming any coherent sentence. for someone who’d been subconsciously dreaming of something akin to this moment, she feels completely lost and unprepared, nowhere near ready for this kind of conversation. the gifts and letters that he’s been sending her, all the flames that, perhaps involuntarily, they have slowly rekindled, every little thing that she’s been trying to ignore for the sake of their significant others and her own peace of mind… they’re standing right in front of her now and she can no longer run away from the feelings that she’s so desperately tried to suppress for the past few months.
gaze dropping to the floor, examining the pink nail polish on her toes, she struggles not to get emotional, not to overthink the meaning of this unexpected visit. ❝ 𝐚.𝐱𝐥, ❞ she whispers, a soft plea ringing in her voice — not here, not now, let’s not go there… she’s just managed to put her life back together, to move on, or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. if they have this conversation, it will leave her nothing but a shell of the woman she is. but she can’t just close the door in his face, tell him to leave because it’s her weekend with sebastian, scold him for complicating every little thing, remind him that he should be writing letters and sending flowers to a different woman. god. she’s never been strong enough to stay away from him. she doesn’t want to stay away from him. ❝ would you like to come in? it’s almost dinner time. i’m making ‘ghetti and meaty-baws, ❞ she offers shyly, a hint of a smile on her lips because that’s how sebastian calls them. meaty baws. she thinks it’s adorable. ❝ speaking of bastian, ❞ she’s quick to change the subject, although it breaks her heart, ❝ he’s been grouchy all day. i think he might be coming down with something. he keeps complaining about his throat and has a stuffy nose, watery eyes, sneezing… you know the drill. but i’m sure he’ll be so happy to see you, ❞ she explains, opening the door a little wider and inviting the singer to come in with a subtle hand gesture. ❝ see the pile of blankets on the couch? he’s in there somewhere. would you like something to drink? we have apple juice. i can make you coffee or tea? ❞
@rcsechild
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@meaercies : so how long are you going to avoid me?
it was amazing to her that azriel could still seemingly appear out of thin air; and even in catching her by surprise, elain continues walking. she wouldn't be sidetracked just because he asked a question she desperately wants to fight over. "i don't know what you're talking about, azriel." his name slips from her tongue with a bite of venom. it's warranted, she thinks. if he wanted to respect the rules of his high lord, elain would make it easy to do so. "you've been gone, have you not?" for too long, actually. she felt his absence the second he'd left.
she continued down the path to the garden, not in need of a response. "i'm sorry i didn't greet you the moment you returned, but, i was busy."
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freddie turns around to check who’s the one entering the café even with the sign stating it’s closed for the day, only to find his boyfriend walking in. his eyes widen with confusion, though his lips naturally twist into a smile. “you didn’t tell me you’re coming over.” / @artisn
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ship art of bittre
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@fumalsamakah : 🎲 / a bloody kiss! / accepting.
"Nami!" His voice rings across the battlefield, and her eyes peel open as if on command — she's in pain, of course, but most of what she feels is simple exhaustion. Her hand raises, though, to help her captain find her, slow and shaking but sure. She just about gasps out, "here, Luffy!" a half - second before he skids to a stop, falling to his knees beside her. He asks, "You're not dead, right?" and she barks out a laugh.
"Nope, still kickin'," Nami replies, eyes finally focusing. He doesn't look any better than she does, just as bruised, just as bloodied. Another hard battle. She's in pain and exhausted, but she hadn't been scared, really. Still isn't. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, and I beat him while you were knocked out!"
"I knew that, dummy," the navigator replies. "Help me sit up." He does, a hand at her back, and when she still seems wobbly, he tucks her sitting form into his side. She breathes out a grateful chuckle, mentally cataloguing injuries. A rib or two is for - sure broken, but other than that, it all seems fairly superficial. At least comparatively. "I knew you'd win." Her eyes raise to his, and she smiles, sweet even with the blood in her teeth. "You're gonna be the King of the Pirates, right?"
It's easy, not to be afraid, with a captain like that. With a captain who knows, without a doubt, that he'll succeed. He can't die before he becomes king, so she never really has to be afraid of him losing a fight. And he can't become the king without his crew — without her — so she never has a real reason to believe that she'll die, either. There are moments where instinct outshouts thought, but in the deepest part of her heart, she so rarely fears that Luffy will lose, and therefore so rarely has any reason to fear death. Whenever she does / clutching Tama, terrified, too angry to believe it, too angry to face a life of aloneness again / he always, swiftly, proves her wrong.
Luffy's surprised, concerned expression gives way easily at her abundant confidence. He grins. He glows. She's struck by the memory of how beautiful he'd been in the moonlight, hair pale, eyes wild, joyous and invincible. "Yeah!"
Trusting Luffy is easy, even for somebody like Nami, but it's loving Luffy that's natural. Loving Luffy is joyous. It's so comfortable and easy that it's hard to tell, exactly, where the lines between kinds of love are. Maybe there aren't any lines. Maybe to love Luffy is innately to be in love with Luffy. It's easy to think that, blood in her mouth, blood in his, both beat to hell but smiling. Her hand raises, like it's natural, and curls gently against the back of his head, tugging him closer. He's curious, based on the way his eyes widen, but still smiling, even when he's not quite sure what she's going to do. She doesn't think she's sure, either, until she kisses him.
Barely. The corner of his mouth, almost his cheek. It's slick with blood and warmer than usual, almost burning — he must have used Gear 2 — and he lets her. She feels herself flush, shocked and embarrassed at herself, what the fuck, Nami — steady heart turning hummingbird. But they're both still grinning when she pulls away and lets him do the same.
She'll worry about what it means, to be in love with her captain, later. She'll worry what he thinks of this later. For now, she just says, "Help me up — the others are probably waiting for us."
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@feilien gets an angry ex <3
it was not unusual for the aois to occasionally call in more extensive help from her. she had, after all, sworn her life to them. her time was theirs to call in as they saw fit. it also wasn't unusual for them to withhold information from her until she complied. wary perhaps, of giving her anything more that could hurt them until they were sure she could be trusted. faye didn't blame them. her last encounter with another gangster had ended in disaster, after all. that was the only explanation she could think of because why else did she walk into this with another ghost from her past? and from another rival syndicate at that?
the assignment was as easy as they could get. keep watch. work your way into the local population to find out who was diverting both their shipments. squeeze them for information when you find them. survive without shooting each other. the details were lost on her, unable to tear her eyes from matt's face long enough to care. her fist ached to make contact with ... something. she wasn't sure if it was his face or eunwoo's for dragging her into this. it's only when it's over, the little rat making life difficult for both their families gone, that she finds her voice. rage breaks through the haze of disbelief that's clouded her senses since she first heard him speak.
(there's something else to, more akin to heart ache but rage is easier to feel than phantom tenderness. a memory of a time long past.)
"what the hell." her voice rises into what can only be described as a shriek. in the safety of their unfortunately shared safehouse, it was easy to let her emotions finally run wild. whipping around to face him, the look in her eyes is near ... no, it was murderous. she doesn't reach for her pistol, choosing venom as her weapon for now.
"do you mind telling me what exactly you're doing here? and why you're running around with the black dragons?"
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the lost cat / @risingshine !
Gabriel wasn’t sure as to how long he had been walking because nothing looked familiar, but if he were to be honest with himself, nothing had looked familiar just a half-hour ago…
It was safe to say that the Werecat was lost, but even that was nothing new though the weather had been fair earlier, it was starting to look bad and though Gabriel was found of water, getting soaked to the bone in rain was not fun.
Continuing on, the fair weather—turning a bit slowly but surely—held on as Gabe made his way to the forest, it seemed… only to come upon a strange place that he’d never seen before.
Now, he wasn’t sure how to describe it, but his nose was telling him that there was someone around … somewhere, but where … ?
Could he even take shelter in this place for a bit?
Where was the door?
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" ah, sorry .. he's not bothering you, is he ? " a nervous chuckle falls from roseate lips, aoife's expression twisted into a mixture of concern and apology. she reached down to pet her dog, clearly a bit older in age but still very healthy, youthful, and vibrant in personality. she had only meant to stop inside pierre's shop for a few minutes, and pooch usually did well to stay right by the door, sat patiently and waiting for her to return. but clearly, someone of interest had caught his eye.
" i hope he didn't startle you. he's a friendly dog. " pooch meant well, after all – even now, there was no hostility in the german shepherd's eyes as his tail wagged to and fro, mouth open as he panted in contentment.
open starter. mutuals only, pre established on acquaintances acceptable. aoife's dog, pooch, wandered off and approached one of the people in pelican town while she was shopping in pierre's.
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@gonchayas : ( as the black hound. ) thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. / accepting.
LUMINE THINKS SHE LIKES THE BLACK HOUND.
It's disgusting, monstrous, another Fatui toy that the world will be better off without — but it's also a CHALLENGE, and Lumine hasn't had a PHYSICAL CHALLENGE in a while. TARTAGLIA ONLY STILL BREATHES BECAUSE SHE'D MISS THE CATHARSIS OF BREAKING HIM REGULARLY. LYNEY'S GOT A FEW YEARS, TOPS, BEFORE LUMINE DECIDES TO RIP HIS SPINE OUT. SHE ALMOST HOPES THE DOCTOR SPITS MORE COPIES SO LUMINE HAS MORE OF THEM TO KILL. But THIS FREAK ——— !!
She feels her movements going sluggish — her body breaking, bleeding, struggling to keep up. LUMINE WON'T LOSE, THOUGH! It's a foregone conclusion! The hero can't die until the story's over, and THE TOOL HERO ALWAYS KILLS THE MONSTER!!
and while lumine may well be a monster, too, the black hound is most certainly not the hero. THEY ARE BOTH PUPPETS, THOUGH! OR WORSE!
Her next attack is slower — they dodge easily, wounds her in the effort, and she clutches at the new gash in her collarbone, atop one of the scars Childe left. Light escapes through her fingers, shining cold and sterile against her face.
"Thought you'd be lighter without all that blood," the Hound says. OH! It's playing with its food. Lumine's head tilts — Lumine's mouth splits. Making fun of her for getting slow! The blood that bubbles against his palm, against the light trying to escape the too - thin confines of this bound body, is black as pitch.
"You like my blood?" SO DOES TARTAGLIA. OR DID. THE LAST TIME THEY SPARRED, HE CALLED IT CHEATING. Lumine drops to a crouch, bloody palm falling to Festering Desire's hilt. It loves Lumine's blood. It loves Lumine's sick. "Let me show you a NEAT TRICK."
She's plenty light, now — plenty fast. Appears behind him; is gone when it turns, carried by arching, violet lightning. Her hand raises, black blood staining it, just as they turn back to face where she's disappeared — that hand slams into his helmet, hard enough it cracks. And keeps cracking when Lumine's grip tightens, even as the other fights back. Lumine's eyes glow bright, and when there's FLESH revealved beneath the hiding, her hand presses harder, CURSED BLOOD ATOP THE MONSTER'S FACE.
The monster looks like a person. Both of the monsters look like ———
When Lumine leaps back, they're swaying, ragdoll, sluggish again — not smiling. Eyes still glowing. And their blood HURTS THE OTHER, they can tell by the way it shouts, grasping at its face, PATHETIC. PATHETIC! LUMINE SURVIVES WITH THIS BLOOD IN THEIR VEINS EVERY DAY!! THIS BLOOD, THAT'S KILLED THE GRASS BENEATH THEIR FEET WHERE IT FALLS. THIS BLOOD, THAT'S SICK SICK SICK FOR THIS WORLD THAT HATES HER FOR HER BROTHER THAT LEFT HER. A cruel gift is still a gift. WILL THE ACID OF THEIR BLOOD SCAR THE MONSTER?? LIKE THIS WORLD HAS SCARRED LUMINE?
She thinks she likes the Black Hound. She likes a challenge. She likes an excuse to go all - out. MOST ALL, SHE THINKS SHE'LL LIKE SCARRING THEM UP.
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@eclipsemuses sent : [COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together. / xo mac
dennis had been barely holding it together for the last hour. it was errand day, normally it was simple enough. mac and dennis would go out and go to the grocery store and wherever else was on their list that day. today that had made the mistake of going out on a sunday afternoon. for christ sake, it was like every single family in philly was out and at the grocery store. it was loud and there were far too many people. dennis could start to feel it bubbling up inside, that anger and frustration, jaw clenching and hands getting twitchy. mac apparently had picked up on her body language, because he had started walking very fast through the store, running down their list at lightning speed. which only made her more annoyed and frustrated. he was moving so fast that dennis could barely keep up, trailing behind him and dodging soccer moms left and right. soon enough the two were checking out, and every single beep of the scanner made her jump a little bit, thumb and index finger reaching up to tug at her earlobe, rubbing small circles onto the skin.
the car ride home had been tense for the lack of a better phrase. dennis was practically white knuckling the wheel, and every time mac tried to speak to him it felt like nails on a chalk board. thankfully, the traffic hadn't been too terrible and they made it home decently fast. they gathered the bags and headed up to the apartment finally. as dennis crossed the living room to the kitchen, one of the grocery bags he was carrying ripped open because of course it would. the universe really had it out for him today. "god dammit !!" and this was the tipping point. dennis continued to yell various curses as he drops the rest of the bags he was holding on the ground. "that idiot cashier at the grocery store had no fucking idea what they were doing !! overloaded the bags and now there's shit everywhere. everywhere !!"
her chest starts to heave as the anger bubbles up and spills over, breathing becoming erratic as she continues to mumble more complaints, only working herself up more. dennis hadn't even noticed mac cross the living room they had been so worked up, they didn't even see him standing in front of them. it wasn't until they felt mac's hands cup their face that dennis was really able to process it. their foreheads pressed together and it finally reminds him to breathe, in and out. eyes fall shut, hands still trembling at their sides, letting out a sigh. "shit. sorry ... sorry." he says quietly, fully aware of their outburst.
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♡ ❛ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨’ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞… ❫ : @rcsechild ,
“He’s so — beautiful,” the curly-haired brunette breathes, marveling at the baby who’s lying on the soft blanket beside her. Sebastian Shiloh Rose. They brought him home less than a week ago, and Erin still hasn’t gotten used to the surreal feeling of having him around. Each time her pale blue eyes land on him, on his tiny features and fragile body, she tears up a little. He’s so helpless and vulnerable, so small that neither the newborn clothes piling up in his closet nor the size N diapers that they’ve stocked up on fit him. “Do you think he’ll have your eyes?” Thinking out loud, it’s still too early to take any serious guesses as all babies are born with blue eyes, and Sebastian’s still remain closed most of the time anyway, but she’s most certainly allowed to daydream. “Hi, baby boy. Hi. Are you waking up?” She coos, picking up one of her dark ringlets and using the very tip of it to tickle her son’s nose. He’s still getting used to this brand new world that surrounds him, to all the bright lights and noises and smells, and yet… He’s already so perfect. “Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for you?” She murmurs, letting her hair tumble over her shoulder before leaning forward once more and using a single fingertip to gently caress the boy’s downy cheek. His skinny legs kicking faintly, fists flying up in the air, and although she knows better than to believe he understands exactly what she’s telling him, she still convinces herself that he’s actually listening to her voice, responding to it in the only way he can — by moving his skinny legs and arms even if just the slightest bit. Unable to imagine a more perfect moment as her pale blue eyes flicker up to meet her husband’s emerald greens, Erin quietly inquires, “Do you think we should give him a bath? A real bath?” They’ve been holding off, clueless about all the when’s and how’s, terrified of accidentally hurting him, restoring to using baby wipes and damp washcloths. And although he naturally smells amazing, just like all babies do, Erin’s beginning to think that a bath could be both calming and comforting for him.
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@meaercies : size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
breath hitches as azriel takes her hand, pulled closer with such minimal effort it's almost laughable. "what are you doing?" elain asks, quietly. because whatever this was, it didn't feel as though it fell under the category he'd forced them into. did friends do this? did they touch tenderly, in secret? as her hand extends against his palm, they both notice she barely measures half of his. purposely elain presses the tips of her fingers hard against him, waiting until azriel looks at her to clasp their hands together. the truth of what lays between them hides behind their eyes: wanting, feelings that won't dissipate. "i thought you couldn't..."
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“... you’ve never told me you have a girlfriend.” / @artisn
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@spirestar : ❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜ ( from shirley! she's a high school student w ptsd from code geass, we have to have a council of the gingers meeting tho ) / accepting.
She looks so young — Shirley looks so young, and it's a jarring reminder that Nami is young, too, in the ways that anyone can see. She seems so small to her, but Nami can't have more than three or four years on her. The scar on her arm burns, and her teeth grit.
She's so sick of terrified, trembling teenage girls and the bastards that make them that way, but right now there's more important things to focus on. Nami squeezes Shirley's hand and resolves to worry about why the Marines are apparently after her later. Right now, what matters is making sure they don't take her.
Luckily, there's only about a thirty of them. Easy pickings.
"I'll keep you safe," Nami promises with a smile, the kind she always saves for scared kids. She dares a glance out of the closet she'd hidden them both in. Three in this room. Probably ten guarding the outside of the abandoned home. The rest scattered throughout the house. "Now, I need you to stay here and hide for me, okay? I'm gonna take care of the people looking for you, and I'll get you when I'm done. Then we'll find a safe place."
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@starmore sent : i’ve been having weird dreams . / from Micah, hm…
he's only just woken up, but the second that charlie hears micah speak he turns onto his side facing the other in bed. brows knit together and eyes heavy with worry, his head tilts to the side. "you have ?? i'm sorry ... that sucks." charlie is familiar with strange dreams and nightmares, they often plagued his sleep. it's part of the reason why he had such a bizarre routine for falling asleep ( but he had been weaning off of that habit since he began dating micah ). throat clears, hand reaching towards the other and resting on their stomach. "did you have a weird dream last night ?? do you ... uh ... wanna talk about it at all ??"
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@aubainmary / continued from here because tumblr
"oh, i'll ask them. definitely. xiomara might not be able to make it 'cause she always spends easter with her family. skyler would be down, i think. meilin too. daisuke as well. but i'll text them and let you know what they decide." a beat, and then: "anywhoozies, how'd you wind up being friends with the rohini persaud?"
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