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hello ! may I request a alley hunter with refinement 6 targetted at Al haitaham .The reader and Al haitham are married but one day he sees her talking to another man and gets furious and texts her to come home to teach her a lesson ! Maybe with some drugs which makes her lactate so he can suck those milk from her tits + bondage +breeding+ dirty talks of making her pregnant so she can never leave ?

CHARACTERS; Al Haitham x Fem!Reader (FT. Kaveh)

SUMMARY; All you wanted was to get together with Kaveh after months since you've last interacted with him, little did you know that Al Haitham has been watching you through the hidden camera he has planted. Seeing how much you fancy him, he decides to instruct you in a lesson of loyalty.

CONTENT; Violation of privacy (Planting hidden cameras), Investigator Al Haitham, Yandere themes, Drugging?, Lactation Kink, Bondage, Dirty Talk, Possesiveness & Jealousy, Petnames: "Sweetness/Sweetheart", Sextapes (tell me what i've missed)

A/N; okay this may have been the only request i've wrote fully and i still have others to write so I'll probably finish them around this month since its february-

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"[Y/N], hold on. I forgot to give you this." your husband interrupts you from leaving the door by holding your hand and putting something in it. Upon looking at your palm, you see an adorable designed key that's shaped like a flower. Looking up at him, you questioned:

"Is this custom-designed?" you raised your brow at the man that nodded. "Kaveh charged me for free since it was for you, so I took the deal. I also don't want you to have to take too long just to wait for me to unlock the house. I apologize for not giving you a key sooner, my love."

"It's fine, dear." you beamed at him, pinning the keychain on your purse and giving Al Haitham a quick peck on the lips, leaving him in delight. "Stay safe, alright?" he caresses your cheek and you nod, turning to proceed to leave the house.

He sighs, picking up his phone and clicking on an app. Pressing a few options before finally getting to connect to the camera that was planted and hidden in your key.

He watches as you went through your daily activities, he's convinced that you won't be doing anything suspicious for now.

He's aware of being too possesive for his wife, but then again, she hasn't done anything wrong throughout the relationship. Well, not as wrong as cheating and betrayal. He may have overthought about this but he wanted to keep you safe just in case.

Turning off his phone, he continued to prepare for his work and leave the house while also attending to you without knowing.

"Oh, wait, [Y/N]?" you hear a familiar voice ahead, causing you to stare up to meet a blonde. "Kaveh!" you called out, walking up to him.

"Ah, it's been a while since I saw you! How's things been going with Al Haitham? He must be troubling to deal with." he comments, making you laugh.

"Well, he's anything but trouble. He's very collected and pleasant to be around with and is great with the chores." you grinned at the thought of your husband, making Kaveh roll his eyes and sigh.

"Lucky for you. Well, he does do the chores but I doubt he's pleasant to be with. Well, for me atleast." you giggled at his response. "Hey, why don't you go and grab coffee with me and walk to work together?" he inquired only for you to smile in response.

Al Haitham was way too busy with his duties that he forgot to check on you. He feels someone pat his back and upon turning, he meets his co-worker pointing outside, signalling to take a break and that he'll take over for now.

Nodding, he gets up and leaves the building, leaning on his car as he picks up his phone to check on the camera that was planted on you.

Upon entering the app, he finds you in a cafe but since you were sitting he couldn't view who you were talking. He hears you laugh as another voice enters and god... He knew who the hell that person was.

"Never seen that side of him? Good for you. It's best if you don't anyway." Kaveh added with a laugh. "Wow, he must be that bad when living with you, huh?" you giggle, sounds like you were having way too much fun with the blondie.

"Oh, hold on, [Y/N]. I'll pay." your coffee mate insists, getting his wallet and placing it on the table as he guides you outside of the cafe. "Would you like to drive with me? I think it would waste too much time just walking, especially since we need to get there early." he asks.

"Sure! Lead the way." you chimed as you followed along with him. Al Haitham was gritting his teeth, why Kaveh out of all people? But then again, he doesn't want any men interacting with you except him. Only him.

It only angered him more at how close the two of you are and without thinking twice, he texted you quickly. Not even being aware that he'll seem suspicious because he somehow knew what you were doing.

You blinked when you heard a ping from your phone, before you could get in Kaveh's car, you excused him to check the notification. Upon looking at your lock screen you saw a message from Al Haitham.

"What could he be up to?" you thought, reading his message through the notification center before checking it in app.

"[Y/N]. No excuses, I need you back in the house right now. I don't want you to be around Kaveh without my presence. When you get back here, I swear I'm going to teach you a lesson about being disloyal, especially when you have a husband."

Because you are accustomed to his intense possessiveness and jealousy, you start to perspire as you read the sentence. Especially when you used to go over to Kaven and Al Haitham's flat and were far too merry with his roommate.

But you were confused on how he knew you were with Kaveh. You didn't tell him that you were gonna meet him because the blonde himself appeared before you.

In despite the fact that you did nothing wrong this time, you were aware that you were in trouble since in his eyes, you did something.

Without thinking a second thought, you apologized at Kaveh and left in a hurry. "I'm sorry, Kaveh. But I have to get home quick.."

You didn't notice but Kaveh seem to know a deeper meaning at your message. Chuckling, he shooes you away to get there safe.

You just see Al Haitham sitting on the sofa, drinking his tea while his eyes silently watch over you. You broke the silence, asking him what he wanted. "I need you inside the bedroom now."

"Look, dear. Me and Kaveh were just friends and just drank some coffee. Both of us didn't mean anything."

"Listen to me, [Y/N]. You can't talk your way out of this. No matter how much you can convince me, you can't get it your way."

Swallowing nervously, you crossed your arms. "Don't give me that attitude now, sweetheart. Just listen, won't you?" Al Haitham scolds you, walking forward till' your back was pressed against a wall and your chest was hitting his.

"I'll say this one last time. Go to the bedroom while I prepare something. And when I open the door, I better see you naked and on all fours for me." his eyes darkened as he stated, letting you know he's being serious and doesn't want you messing around or being disobedient with him.

You nodded, his body relaxed as he pressed a kiss on your forehead, turning from you as he entered the kitchen to prepare "something".

Quickly rushing to the door, you undressed as much as you could, knowing you shouldn't leave him disappointed. Taking off your boots and placing them on the shoe rack, your jacket on the hanger, and your bag near the bed.

You swore you tried as fast as you could but somehow, he was quicker. It felt like a flash, he's now behind you. His body leaning on the door frame as he watches you. "You tried at least." He says nonchalantly, walking towards you.

You were still partially dressed, you still weren't naked on the bed and all fours as he commanded much to his dismay. Though, this still won't be left unpunished and he knows the perfect way to deal with you.

"Eat up." He commands, shoving a lactation cookie into your mouth, causing you to gag. You whimper at the rough handling, squirming a bit from the ropes that were tied to your hands.

Fortunately for him, you swallowed the third and last biscuit for the night. Satisfied, he took off your clothes. Only leaving you in your underwear as the garments were left as a pile on the floor.

"Been a bad, disobedient wife." he growls into your neck, sucking the the precious skin as he uses his fingers to tease your clit.

"I think you deserve to be punished with how you were around Kaveh this afternoon." His hands were squishing your sides now, thumbs caressing your bare stomach. Al Haitham's head started descending, his lips touching your skin.

You wanted to touch him. Grasp his hair and pull him closer if it weren't for your hands being tied up. You could only moan in pleasure as he works wonders on your stomach, giving licks and soft kisses despite his roughness on you moments ago.

You were moving, trying to get some pleasuring friction until your husband's fingers touched your pussy, caressing your clit as the stimulation grows more and more. "Patience, sweetheart."

With that, you stilled down. Letting him work wonders on you until he felt impatient, ripping your underwear from your body and throwing them with the group of clothes.

"I can't promise to be gentle with you. But I can promise that by the end of this night, you'll be round with my baby."

Pushing you onto the bed, he takes off his jacket and shirt, making you watch the way his muscles were glowing from the moonlight from your window.

"Enjoying the show?" he chuckles, the rumble on his voice making you wetter by how attracted you are to it. Leaning in, his lips presses against yours, swallowing your moans as you can feel his cock moving on your pussy, the precum being smeared with your juices as he continued grinding.

"Don't be a tease, Al Haitham.." you grunted, getting too sensitive just from his pulverizing. "Who are you in a position to tell me what to do, hm?" you can see the way his brows furrow, why would you be commanding him? Not like he's the one tied up for talking to another woman too fondly.

"Please, dear.. Need you so bad." you whimpered, your whole body starting to shake even when he merely touches you.

"Do you really deserve it though?" he mocks, his finger pressing your stomach, his lips dangerously near your left nipple as he lightly meets them.

"Maybe you do.. You proved yourself enough with all that begging." with that said, his mouth latched onto your breast, his tongue fondles with your nipple, sucking delicately but enough that it would leave a faint dark red mark on your chest.

His eyes was in awe as he feels the white liquid drip out of his mouth, dropping to your belly. "You're delicious even from up here, [Y/N]."

Consuming it enough, he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while also putting his thumb on your tongue, forcing you to taste the liquid.

Satisfied, he wanted to give you your wants now that you've endured his acts on you.

"Tell me, how would you like it? Like a bad slut or a good girl? Hell, be specific as you want. Maybe you deserve it." he taunts your skin, eyes watching how your breath hitches at his words.

Suddenly, the most lewdest fantasies started running up in your mind. The heat on your cheeks growing more hot as you continue thinking of them until your husband's fingers came in contact with your chin, making you look at him.

"So?" you see how his irises intently look at you, waiting for an answer.

"Want you so bad, Al Haitham- I want your deep inside me.. I want you to breed me as your own, use me for your own pleasure.. Do whatever you want for me to behave like the good girl you want me to be-" your desperate sobs were cut off with him capturing your lips into his, swalling your cries as they turn into moans.

"I've heard enough, sweetness." His arms caged you, not like you were able to escape from him anyway. A wild but tamed man waiting to ravage you as fast or slow as he wants. When and where he wants.

Gripping your hips as your legs were thrown over his shoulders, positioning his cock over your pussy as he palmed himself, the precum staining the head and dripping a bit onto you.

He wanted you to grip onto his shoulders, you were looking as submissive as ever that it made him much harder than he already is. "Gonna make your wishes come true, sweetness. Becoming both a wife and a mother, what more could both of us ask for?"

He pistons inside of you, your walls were painfully tight for him, stroking and touching every possible vain he has on his cock making him more sensitive. No matter how many times you guys have done this, you both will never get used to how good it feels.

He stills for a moment before pulling his hips back and pushing them back in harshly, making your groan as tears are already forming at the corners of your eyes as he fastens his pace.

He was touching all those sweet spots that he has learned throughout your relationship, he knew how to press them enough that it left you screaming for more.

"You can't stay quiet now, can you? Want our neighbors to hear how much you love being fucked? I'll show them, alright." As if on cue, he thrusted into you deeper, harsher, that you felt your cervix touch the head of his cock.

Al Haitham's face descends to your breasts, his lips touching them once again as he sucks on the buds, tasting the milk in them while he continues ramming into you.

His fingers move from gripping your hips to your pussy, playing with them to stimulate you even more. "J-just like that, Al Haitham-" you managed to stutter out, too dumb for his cock that your mind can barely process how much gratification you've been receiving.

Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head as you feel him toy with your clit faster, his thrusts never losing its momentum but increasing his speed. Al Haitham pulls out, milk still dripping from his lips as he connects them with yours, forcing you to taste it.

You took it anyway, the way his tongue was rolling over yours, savoring the sweet liquid in your mouth.

He moved his hands to grip your ass, caressing them with his thumb as he raises your hips to pull out and slam his dick back into you, making you screech at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

Your orgasm comes closer and closer the more he impales his cock into you, the sound of skin slapping proceeds to grow louder every second.

You couldn't take it, the stars in your eyes starting to grow visible the more you endure this pleasurable experience. "You close?" he asks into your mouth, you were only able to muster a loud moan in response.

He took it as yes to continue pressing into your pussy, the clear grunts and groans both of you kept sounding out the more near your orgasms could hit.

As if on cue, he rams into you one last time before emptying himself into you as you came at the same time. You whimpered onto his lips, your core throbbing and milking his cock dry. He gives a few small thrusts, making sure all his cum was inside of you.

He shushes you, landing soft kisses from your cheek, neck, and to your breasts. Planting his face in between them as he continued to comfort you. "Don't think I'm done yet, sweetheart. We're both still not sure if you're really pregnant from that."

Al Haitham wakes up to you on his chest, soundly sleeping as your arm wraps around his waist. He smiles, caressing your cheek before he hears his phone ping.

He grabs it while still having you asleep on his body, scrolling through he finds multiple messages from Kaveh. He furrows his eyes but checks them out anyway.

"Don't be so rough on her, Al Haitham~ She's way too attached to you to even think about being with another man. Hell, I'm surprised on how she's able to tolerate you with how fondly she talks about you. Consider yourself lucky because I really might find myself dead if you found the wrong woman."

Rolling his eyes, he leaves him on seen and checks the next notification which was the hidden camera app he installed. Examining it, he found that it was from last night.

It was able to record to the two of you fucking. He was lucky he had his headphones on because he could hear how loud you were moaning, how much you wanted more that it got him going again. He looks over to you with a sigh.

He'll try to be patient and wait for you to wake up so he could do it again. But for now, he'll just watch and download the recording into his phone for future uses.

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #cupid's dilemma ; valentine's madness #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #tw: drugging #tw: yandere themes

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [5] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.6k

chapter 5

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a/n - hnngghhh i wasn't going to post a chapter every day because i wanted to have a backlog of chapters just in case but i love seeing y'all react to alaysh and i have 0 self control so... chapter 5 baybeee

Y/N was halfway through her 8-hour shift by the time she managed to stop for a break to check her phone again without Jay spotting her and dragging her back out to the front of the diner. Anxiety had been eating her up, wondering if Kyle had messaged her back and how he had reacted to it. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or more nervous when she saw that she had a notification from him. Trying not to overthink it more than she already had been, which was nearly impossible as she had greatly overthought it, she opened the message.

kyle 📗 : Hey! No worries!

kyle 📗 : I completely get it. I still grab Stan’s hand to cross the road because I used to do that for my little brother 😅

Just like that, all of Y/N’s nerves that had been building up for 4 hours dissipated in an instant. Kyle didn’t think she was a complete weirdo. Or, at least, he didn’t openly say it to her, which was good enough. Most people thought of her as a little weird anyway.

y/n 💕 : thank god 😭

y/n 💕 : Wendy does that to me, but she’s an only child so she has no excuse!

y/n 💕 : really sorry for the late response, work has been chaos - I can’t wait to get out of here

Y/N didn’t expect Kyle to respond instantly, but she was happy he did, as it gave her something to do on her 5-minute break besides scroll Twitter until she got annoyed at some piss-poor take and close it again, only to open it a second later and repeat the process.

kyle 📗 : What time do you finish?

y/n 💕 : not until 10pm so I have another 4 hours

kyle 📗 : Is Bebe going to pick you up?

y/n 💕 : nah, I usually walk it - its only 20 minutes

y/n 💕 : or I get an Uber if its raining but I try not to do that too often as they can get pricey at that time

kyle 📗 : I don’t want to sound rude, but isn’t that area known for being a bit dangerous at night?

y/n 💕 : I guess it’s not great, but it could be worse?

y/n 💕 : only two homicides in the past year!

y/n 💕 : I have my pepper spray and a mean high-kick!

kyle 📗 : I’ll come and get you at 10pm to take you home.

kyle 📗 : to your house that is

kyle 📗 : not mine

kyle 📗 : sorry that came out wrong

kyle 📗 : You can come back to mine if you want, but I figured you’d rather go back to yours.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from giggling at her phone as Kyle’s texts came through in the space of seconds. He texted so formally until he was panicking, and then the punctuation and capitalised letters were dropped.

y/n 💕 : that would be great, thank you, but I don’t want you staying up late on account of me

y/n 💕 : gotten this far without being the third homicide 😅

kyle 📗 : My first lecture isn’t until 11am tomorrow, so I don’t need to be up early.

kyle 📗 : I don’t usually get to sleep until late anyway.

y/n 💕 : I have to get back to serving customers before my boss catches me

y/n 💕 : thank you so much, I really owe you one! I’ll see you later

The rest of Y/N’s shift seemed to pass by a lot faster than the first half, aside from one incident with a very disgruntled man who had to eventually be kicked out by Doris.

“I’ll finish cleaning that, hun,” Doris grabbed the cloth from Y/N’s hands and pointed over at the window. “Your boyfriend is outside waiting for you. Has been for five minutes.” Y/N’s head perked up as she saw Kyle’s car.

“He’s not my-” She started to protest, but Doris waved her hands dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah!” She scoffed, gently pushing Y/N towards the breakroom so she could grab her bag. “Jay packed up two lots of food for you earlier. Don’t forget to grab it on your way out.”

“How did you know he’d be picking me up?” Y/N asked once she had grabbed her bag and the two take-out boxes full of fries.

“You’ve had that dopey smile on your face all evening,” Doris shook her head as though it were perfectly obvious. “Don’t keep him waiting then.” She quite literally pushed Y/N out of the door, locking it behind her so she couldn’t get back in and complain about it. With a roll of her eyes, she made her way over to where Kyle was leaning against his car, looking at his phone.

“Hey, stranger,” She laughed, catching his attention. He looked up and smiled as he saw her. The flickering light that barely illuminated the car park caused his red hair to almost glow. “Long time no see!”

“You’ve changed so much, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Kyle played along with the joke, opening the door for Y/N. She was warmed by the polite action.

“Ah, yes,” She chuckled once he’d gotten into the driver’s seat. “That would be the grease, sweat, and humidity causing my hair to defy gravity.”

“Ha! Mine doesn’t need any of that!” Kyle gestured at his curly red hair, running a hand through it to make it stick up. Y/N watched as it stuck in the same position when he moved his hand away. “What have you got?” He nodded over at the two boxes of take-out in her hands while trying to smooth his hair back into a presentable shape.

“What have we got?” She corrected, passing him one of the boxes. “Probably just fries. Nowhere near as good as the ones from the place Kenny works, but they hit the spot after being on your feet for 8 hours,” She opened her box to confirm that, yes, it was just full of fries. “You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want them. Doris insisted on me bringing them for you.”

“And here I was thinking you had done it out of the kindness of your heart,” Kyle teased, his smile betraying his seriousness. “I’m actually starving. I forgot to stop to eat after taking Stan and Wendy home. I just shut myself in my room all evening so they couldn’t complain to me about how hungover they were and ask me to do things for them.”

“Cheers!” Y/N held up one of the fries, Kyle did the same, and they tapped them together, eating them in unison.

“Oh… wow…” He looked down at the box of fries, eating a couple more. “These are…”

“Terrible, right?” She laughed, eating her own at an alarming rate.

“Yeah… Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“Because they are the best worst fries you’ll ever have!”

“So, how was work?” Kyle asked.

“It was pretty average,” Y/N shrugged. “Except for this one asshole of a customer.”

“What happened?”

“Okay, so,” She shuffled to get herself comfortable before she started giving the rundown of the situation. “I asked him what he wanted, and he said ‘egg’. That’s it, nothing else, just ‘egg’. So I was like, cool, sure, how do you want your egg? And he said ‘normal’.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly! So obviously, I asked him what he meant by that, and he said ‘normal egg’ again, and I was trying to explain to him that just repeating the words wouldn’t make me understand them, but he kept on insisting that he just wanted ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’.”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the kitchen and got an uncooked egg and just placed it in front of him.”

“How did he react?”

“He lost it! Doris wanted to kick him out there and then, but I couldn’t let him leave without knowing what the fuck ‘normal egg’ was to him. I was asking him to describe it, and he just kept on repeating that he wanted ‘normal egg’ until, eventually, he pointed at another guy’s plate and said that, obviously, that’s what he meant. Guess what he wanted.”

“Oh no… what did he want?”

“An omelette! You know, that thing where the egg is just one part of it, and you add a bunch of other shit to it? And he looked at me like I was stupid because I didn’t understand that a ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’ clearly meant that he wanted an omelette with ham, chicken, cheese, and pepper!”

“Did he get his omelette in the end?” Kyle was laughing as the story went on, seeming to be genuinely interested in it. It made a nice change from when Bebe would pretend to listen to Y/N’s work stories so she could have a turn talking about what she did in her day.

“Made him wait 20 minutes thinking he’ll get his stupid ‘normal egg’ until Doris kicked him out,” Y/N snorted at the memory of how furious the man looked, announcing he would be leaving a terrible review of the place. “I’m just glad he didn’t wait to jump me outside after my shift.”

“Has that ever happened?” Kyle’s smile dropped in a split second, suddenly incredibly concerned. “Has someone tried to attack you after work?”

“Once!” She admitted. “But it was just some scrawny drunk asshole who could barely stand, let alone throw a punch. He fell over after one swing, and I kicked him in the balls for good measure.”

“Send me your work schedule,” He requested, tapping his phone, which had been resting on the dashboard.

“Why?” Y/N laughed softly. “What are you going to do? Are you gonna escort me to and from work each shift to make sure I stay out of trouble?”

“Yes,” She had been joking, but Kyle seemed very serious.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” She sighed. “I’ve been working this job since I moved here. Incidents like that are few and far between.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just ask Bebe and Wendy for it,” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t have to risk being jumped by a pissed-off customer while walking home late at night.” Y/N could sense that she wasn’t going to win this fight.

“Yes, sir,” She sighed dramatically, not noticing how red Kyle’s face turned at the title. She patted his thigh. “Come on, are you gonna take me home, or were you planning on sitting in your car together all night?”

Sitting in her lecture with nothing but pure fury in her eyes, Y/N pulled her phone out and opened up her messages.

y/n 💕 : did you forget that I sit behind you?

y/n 💕 : those chips have a label with my name on it

y/n 💕 : this is an english class and you can’t even read

y/n 💕 : explain yourself

clyde 🕹 : i thought the label was a joke lol 😅

y/n 💕 : you’re the fucking joke here

clyde 🕹 : i’ll buy you some more chill out 🙄

y/n 💕 : this is strike two

clyde 🕹 : what?

clyde 🕹 : what was strike 1?

y/n 💕 : walking around the apartment naked

y/n 💕 : which you have done four times so you’re lucky I’m only counting it as one

clyde 🕹 : do you want the chips back?

y/n 💕 : after your grubby hands have been in the packet rubbing against them?

y/n 💕 : hard pass dude

Clyde turned his head to look at Y/N as she sat behind him in the lecture. She flipped him the middle finger, and he rolled his eyes. Over the two and a half weeks that Clyde had been living in the apartment, the two had developed a relationship akin to siblings, where they would bicker one second, and then it was like everything was fine, and they had never argued the next. Y/N had even surprised herself by willingly spending time with him on multiple occasions when she didn’t have to.

“Are we getting food after this?” Y/N bent down to ask him as their lecture finished and the other students started to pack up.

“You won’t take the chips because my hands have touched them, but you still expect me to drive you around?” Clyde scoffed at her, leaning back in his seat so his head rested against the back of the desk Y/N had been working on. “Don’t you have a shift at the diner?”

“Shitttt,” She groaned, closing her eyes in disappointment. “Can you drop me off at home, please? I don’t have my uniform.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ve got plans with Craig, Tweek, and Tolkien,” He shrugged, giving her a half-hearted empathetic smile. Y/N had gotten to know the other people from South Park during Clyde’s stay at the apartment. She got along with them decently well, but no one compared to how close she had become with Kyle. They studied together almost every day, and he had insisted on following through with his plans to take her to and from work on days when she didn’t have any other transport so she wouldn’t have to walk it.

“Gross, never call me babe again.”

“But Bebe calls you babe?”

“I like Bebe.”

“Wow, I’m definitely not giving you a ride now.”

“You weren’t going to anyway, dickwad!” Y/N was distracted when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Clyde took this as an opportunity to escape while she wasn’t looking, but she threw up another middle finger as she caught him slinking away from the corner of her eye.

kyle 📗 : Do you need a ride today?

y/n 💕 : your timing is perfect as always! 🥰

y/n 💕 : yes please! I completely forgot I had work today so I need to grab my uniform from home if thats okay with you?

kyle 📗 : Of course 😊

kyle 📗 : Be there in two minutes, I’m just around the corner.

True to his word, Kyle was there within two minutes, almost exactly on the dot. Y/N felt guilty about how much he had been driving her around in the two and a half weeks that they had known one another, but he was always the one to offer.

“Before I forget, your apron is in the trunk,” Kyle gestured behind him while Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat. “You left it in here the other day. I managed to get that one stain out.”

“You cleaned it for me?” She grinned at him, securing her seatbelt. “That stain has been there for a month. How did you get it out?” The stain had come from a customer knocking a bottle of ketchup over and accidentally dropping their bag on it; it splattered everywhere. Jay had to get it off the ceiling. She didn’t know what was in the ketchup, but it looked like watered-down blood splattered on her apron after scrubbing it for an hour straight.

“My mom used to make me help with the washing whenever I was in trouble,” He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “I was in trouble a lot, so I got really good at it.”

“Wow! What a little rebel! Who knew?” She teased, drumming her fingers against the dashboard as Kyle started driving.

“Yeah, well, the guys would always drag me into their schemes. Someone had to be the voice of reason.”

“You’ll have to teach me your cleaning secrets. I have some shirts with some pesky stains that I haven’t been able to get out with anything.”

“Bring them to me, and I’ll sort them,” Kyle smiled as he caught a glimpse of Y/N’s grin out of the corner of his eye. It had been so easy to grow attached to her. He couldn’t remember what he did all day without her.

a/n - let me know if you would like to be on the taglist for this fic

current taglist - @n0tangeliccc @solana-central @charqing-qing @eiizabeth-torres @hand-writxen @audiliah @cosmicbroenies @himoutolikesjojo

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski fic #south park fanfiction #south park fic #south park kyle #alaysh #alaysh suddenlybambi #as long as you stay here #kyle broflovski x reader #sp kyle

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maudeeloise · 2 years

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stephen strange x fem!reader

you were in apartment, getting dressed for dinner, stephen gonna be there in moment, the door bell ring, stephen was there to come in to your apartment, you two having good time for dinner, stephen loves you deeply, that he might wanna be with you *fluff*

( hope you will write that, thanks so much and have a good day)

One Fancy Dinner || s.s

Pairing : Stephen Stranger x fem!reader

Warning : none

A/N : I’m so sorry that this took so long, I hope you enjoy it.

It wasn’t an ordinary night for both you and Stephen. You were nervous and you tried to hide it as you smiled through the reflection on your bathroom mirror. Your shaky fingers brushed some of your hair to the front — just a few moments ago you just finished straightening your hair.

As your cheek started to become sore, your smile fell. A long groan left your lips. Your head was thrown back in frustration.

Maybe if you weren’t in such state, you would think that you looked beautiful, however the man — who was on the way to pick you up on a date — made you overthought about even the slightest thing.

You were wearing your favourite dress, favourite heels, and even your favourite purse, yet you still felt something wasn’t right. The growing knot on your stomach made your breathing faster and it almost felt like your dress was too tight.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. Keep yourself together. It’s just a date.” You said to yourself as you took a long breath to calm your breathing.

Just when you started to calm down, the sound of the bell to your apartment rang. You almost jumped at the sudden sound — cursing to yourself at your reaction.

You walked up to the door once you gained your courage and opened it, revealling your date wearing his brand new tuxedo. Your eyes widened in awe. He looked so charming and you couldn’t help but to feel so lucky.

“Are you ready?” He pulled his arm out.

There was a pause before you replied nervously, “Give me one minute.”

The door was closed gently before you checked yourself at the mirror beside it. Right at the other side of the furniture, Stephen raised an eyebrow as he thought that he did something wrong.

He was just as nervous as you. It was his first date ever since he finally moved on from Christine. At first he thought that saving the world would be his next priority, instead of finding a new partner, however you changed his mind.

When he first met you, he was in denial upon his feelings towards you. A part of him was terrified that the same thing could happen between the two of you — if you ever dated — but each time he talked to you, something inside him was convinced that he might had a chance.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting face to face with you on a dinner table in a fancy restaurant. The food was served, but your eyes were scanning the room as you tried to avoid any eye contact with him. On the other side of the table, Stephen had taken too much sip of his wine.

Stephen glanced a few times at you before starting a conversation, “The wine is amazing.”

Your head turned swiftly to face him. “I haven’t tasted them yet, but I’m sure it is.”

“So, Y/N.” Stephen called as he placed the empty glass on the table. “What’s your favourite movie?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask me the ‘10 questions to ask on a date’?”

His face flushed at the fact that you caught him red - handed. “Maybe.”

A smile broke on your future. It was the first time that night that you finally felt comfortable. “It’s ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’… My favourite movie.”

Stephen hummed at your response. “Classic.”

“What about yours?” You quirked an eyebrow as you took a sip of your wine.

“I don’t really have one.” He answered.

“You don’t have a favourite movie!?” You let out a fake gasp. Your hand was placed on your chest and the other hand was holding the glass of red wine. Stephen shook his head, smiling at your reaction. “I want to believe that you are lying.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not.” He chuckled. “I don’t watch movies that much.”

“I’m not surprised at this point, honestly.” You took another sip of your wine before placing the glass on the table. Your body leaned forward against the table. “Let’s make a promise.”

Stephen mimicked your action, raising his eyebrow as he was curious to know on what you promise you were about to make. “What promise?”

“After dinner, you’ll drive me home and you will watch ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days’ because a part of me is sure that you haven’t watched the movie.” By the end of the sentence, the corner of you lips turned up into a smirk.

“Deal.” Stephen nodded. He leaned back to his chair and you followed his action. “However, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Oh, I’m curious.” Your smirk widened.

Stephen sighed deeply. His smile fell from his lips. Serious and nervous was written on his future. Slowly, your smirk fell too and the awkward tension was back again.

“Y/N.” He started. You felt a lump growing on your throat before you gulped, but it didn’t leave. “Ever since I met you, I’ve been feeling something I haven’t felt for quite a while.”

“Stephen-”

“The reason we’re here tonight is to ask a particular question I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Stephen took a long pause. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your breath hitched at the question as your eyes widened in surprise. Your mouth opened, but no word left your lips. The nervous feeling abruptly made you mute.

“Please say something.” Hope laced through his voice and you couldn’t help but to feel more nervous.

After a while, you managed to let out a long sigh in relief. “I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous. It has been a while since I heard that question.”

“Y/N-”

“Yes, I would love that.” A nervous smile slowly formed on your lips. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Stephen.”

“Oh thank God.” Stephen let out a sigh in relief.

You chuckled at his reaction and went to cover your face as you shook it. “I’m so sorry. I was surprised and nervous. I just-”

“It’s alright.” He reached for your hands to uncover your face. “I was nervous too.”

A soft smile formed on his lips. As you witnessed his future, your breathing finally calmed. You could feel your fingers slowly relaxed in his grip. He gently placed both of your hands on the table beside the foods and drinks.

“So are we still watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yes, but we need to finish our dinner first.” He answered befor letting go of your hands.

A smile of excitement broke on your face. “You’re the best.”

#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x yn #stephen strange x fem!reader #mcu #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x female reader #stephen strange fluff #marvel x reader

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cordria · 9 months

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I work in a school-adjacent field right now, so my job is tied to the school year. I've worked there for about a year, and my contract is up. Had to schedule a meeting with the boss, where I'd either be offered another year-long contract or be released.

I really really wanted another contract. I like this job, it has health insurance for my kids, I get paid really well, and it offers superb vacation time. Me - being me - overthought the hell out of it. I spent weeks curating data as to why I should be retained for another year. I had spreadsheets. I had presentations. I had data at my fingertips for any eventuality.

New contract was the ultimate goal. I was going to ask for a 1-2% raise, depending on how the meeting went, but I was perfectly fine with nothing.

Head into the meeting, and it doesn't take more than a few minutes to realize something is very amiss...

He's got zero desire to look at my data. No asking questions about what I'd been doing. Nothing. He's just... talking about his company. His plans for its future. How I fit into those plans.

And I realize - he's got zero plans on releasing me. He's talking to me about the reasons why I shouldn't leave. Why I shouldn't allow myself to be poached.

Mentally, I sorta check out of the meeting because I hadn't prepared for this. I can't ask for a 2% raise. I'll look like I don't know my worth, and that can be a death-knell for a woman. You'll never again get a great contract if male bosses think you don't know what you're worth and can't stand up for it. I need to be at 3-5% above COLA. And I just saw the COLA numbers, but I can't for the life of me remember them! COLA coulda been anywhere between 1% and like maybe 7%. I can't just guess.

Boss just keeps talking while I'm scrambling. Barely paying attention to him and answering on autopilot. And then he takes a tangent that drags my mind off of numbers. Asks me about my supervisor.

My supervisor is... nice. You know those teachers in school where the system worked well for them, and they like the system, and they can't imagine the system doesn't work for someone else? Those teachers where, if the system isn't serving you, the only logical reason for that is lack of effort on your part? Yeah, she's one of those.

My job is literally to challenge those systems. She's nice, but we butt heads a lot because she doesn't see why I'm so set on changing something that works so well, no matter how many ways I've tried to explain it to her or what research I've handed her.

I'm trying to pussy-foot my way around answering the questions from my boss. I can't throw her under a bus - especially since she's one of the nicest, most generous people at this office - but I also am trying to be honest. She's throwing a monkey wrench in what I'm doing. She's making my work harder, and it's already hard since schools and teachers hate listening to 'your old way of doing things isn't working so well'. So I've totally lost track of trying to figure out COLA. Talking through this puzzle is taking up my brain.

I musta done fine, because eventually he pulls out my contract. Tells me I'm embodying the future of what he wants my department to be. Says he'd like to put me on 'management track'. Preferably to take over my supervisor's position at this point next year. More responsibility. Trying out 'mentoring' some of the other staff I work with.

I'm... not sure how I feel about that. I've never been in the 'boss' track, other than some random shift-lead positions at fast food joints. I'm not exactly management material. I'm one of those people who do best when given a gentle nudge in the direction you'd like me to travel, give me free rein to implement data and research, and stand back to watch the positive chaos unfold. That actually seems like the thing boss likes about me best.

He offered me a good raise. I was very off-foot and didn't argue with it, but probably should have. Looked it up - was 5% above local COLA, so I'm happy. Reasonable contract, but I probably could've snagged another 2-3% for this management track nonsense had my brain been wired right. So I signed it, handed it back.

Now I got 'leadership' training four days over the next two weeks as I learn more about this management track he's wanting me on. I figure it if doesn't work out of me, I can always just say so. Then he can choose to keep me in a regular position or release me at the end of this contract. If nothing else, I'm staring at a binder full of data that I wasted a lot of time on that shows why someone else might want to hire me.

Might as well give this mess a try - right?

#my life

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paperlovesadness · 1 year

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Do you think Sculptures Of Anything Goes is Milex coded? I was paying attention to the lyrics and I think it would make some sense if it was

Oh, great question. [Future me from the end of this answer is back here to say: I'm very sorry about how long this response turned out 😅 I release my inner overwriter freely here on Tumblr as other parts of my life don't allow it as much. I'm also just so into this whole fandom and the lyric theories. Can't help myself]

The Car is such a difficult album lyric-theory wise. There's so much vague, initially even very random-looking imagery. And then there's Alex claiming the songs aren't intentionally autobiographical and more focused around the melodies and the feelings those evoke.

I personally think he definitely hid some personal stuff in there - maybe less directly. Maybe it's like a huge mix of small feelings and thoughts not organized as cleanly. Maybe some of it's also subconscious.

I definitely feel that The Car is about his inner workings and just... Introspective stuff, you know?...

...but do I also possibly believe that in that same spirit some of those inner monologues and battles may touch on a certain very important and very unconventional relationship in his life? 👀 Absolutely.

Biggest ones for me would probably be Mr. Schwartz and I also get some vibes from Jet Skis in that regard. But I've definitely also overthought about Sculptures being possibly vaguely Miles-ey.

Like these lines specifically:

[⚠️ this is all a bit overexaggerated. These lyrics are vague & I'm aware could be bent into a million interpretations. So here's just one of those, for fun]

Whilst wonderin' if your mother still ever thinks of me

(yes yes. I get it. People love it as an intelligent spin on a 'your mum' joke. But then... How about treating it literally for a second? There aren't many other-people's-mums Alex mentioned as much in his interviews and such as Pauline Kane. All I mean is - sometimes when you're great friends with someone or in a romantic relationship you become close to their family as well. And then when a fall-out happens you loose touch with them too. And it's absolutely a thing to wonder what those people - who used to love you too - think about you now. Or if they do at all)

Is that vague sense of longing kind of tryna cause a scene?

[said longing is a problematic one. If he gave into it it would cause a scene. Which- interesting]

Baby, those mixed messages ain't what they used to be When you said 'em out loud

[this one is the loudest. No pun intended. Mixed messages could be like... The perfect description of milex and the type of relationship they have. On the verge of something else... All fun and games until someone says it out loud and it becomes too serious and scary? Maybe?? Someone going around "killing the joke", if you will? 👀👀👀]

The whole last verse also gives vague milex vibes to me. Like the year 2009 (admittedly would be more convincing if it was 2008) - village coffee mornings (french village?) The word retired (tlsp?) And spies (the Bond-vibes their music has going on. Tlsp1-aesthetic) And then the ending seems sad and desperate.

Yes, I went wild with the assumptions and interpretations. But that's what I'm here for 😌 if not on Tumblr then where do we release this madness?

Thank you for the ask and sorry for taking a while to get back to you (and for how long that response ended up being 😅)

🧡

#ask #this became sort of a #lyric analysis #/#song theories #//#song interpretation #post #I swear I always intend to keep it short and end up doing a whole ass thesis with theories & interpretations 🥲#my posts

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elsanna-shenanigans · 2 years

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August Contest Submission #13: Cygnus

Words: ca. 5,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: lime water Content: mentions of naughties at 17/18

The first time Elsa brought up the idea of glassblowing, Anna’s jaw had dropped. Elsa who was generally not exactly the most kinetically inclined individual, who hated it when the thermometer climbed over 24 degrees Celsius and overthought everything? Seemed like a highly unlikely individual for a craft that required handling delicate materials with heavy duty work tools, operating at high level temperatures and swift, spontaneous speeds…

They’d been gazing up at the firmament, counting the stars they could see, in the constellations they could make out whilst laying in the double hammock of their backyard. Which was in a sense both grand and absurd to be able to see Aquila, Cygnus right above them and Lyra, the Summer Triangle. Anna had looked away from the excessive smatterings of light forming the characteristic galaxy we lived in, and she’d turned to look at Elsa incredulously. Her elder sister by a year - then 17 - had in turn glanced down from the sky and tilted her head to see Anna’s expression, then had laughed in response to what she saw. She’d pouted at that, miffed that her concern wasn’t being taken seriously.

“That Chihuly exhibit we saw today left a huge impression on me, I had never imagined that glass could do and be all of those things.”

Anna had seen the sparkle in her eye that rivalled that of the stars above them (or maybe, reflected them) and her worry had softened when she’d understood that this desire was not a whim, but the sign of a life-altering encounter. Perhaps Anna had felt so blindsided because of the silence from her sister after they’d walked through and out of the exhibition at the museum, but in hindsight it had now dawned on her that she was moved to speechlessness, not silently indifferent.

The hammock had swayed softly as Elsa turned on her side to face her, this time her smile gentle, no trace of mockery or amusement. Anna had smiled wildly, mouth closed in return and immediately cuddled closer (somehow, considering with what they were laying in they were pretty dang close as is) and had buried her face in her older sister’s neck, sighing contently. They’d snuggled and had fallen asleep for a couple hours before their parents had found them like this and herded them back into the house to their respective rooms.

Before she’d gone to bed, she’d briefly caught note of Elsa mentioning she’d found a local workshop with classes available. For some reason, it surprised her that Ottawa would have anything like that, but it filled her with joy, knowing her sister was already on it.

Anna had smiled to herself as she changed into her PJs and slid into bed.

A few weeks later while their parents were at work and they were on Summer vacation, Elsa had brought back her first piece as a glassblower. It was a long way from Chihuly, but as she presented it to Anna with an apologetic smile she’d pointed out her intent.

“At least it’s your favourite colour, right?”

And the colours and variations within it were indeed what was most attractive about it. Anna had gasped when she’d understood it was a gift, and suddenly it held more value to her than the entire collection they’d seen at the museum.

So Anna had said thank you the only way she spontaneously could surrender to the moment, embracing her sister fully.

When she had kissed her, it had flowed naturally.

If Elsa had had any objections at the time, she’d kept them to herself.

-xxx-

It had been clear as glass (hah!) that Elsa had found her calling. Time spent at the workshop increased even when she didn’t have classes. Most money she made from her part time job went to financing her passion. Each new piece she brought back home was prettier, more enchanting or more intriguing than the than the preceding one. And it had become a tradition that whenever she started a new session, or learned a new technique, the first piece would always be a gift for Anna.

And each piece was paid for in gratitude filled kisses in the intimate cocoon of their hammock under the starry eyes. Occasionally they even strayed from Elsa’s lips, to the corner of her jaw, the lobe of her ear or to the thrumming point of her pulse. And each gasp these elicited came with fingertips at her waist and a little shudder tingling down Anna’s spine.

When the dead leaves that came with autumn were succeeded by the snow covered ground, and the hammock was strung up, things had shifted.

There were less opportunities for expressing thanks now though, less moments away from prying eyes.

The gifts Anna received became a little less frequent, she noted, but the pieces that adorned the family home were now worthy of a refined artisan’s fair, or a small local gallery. And it seemed that winter, which coincidentally was Elsa’s favourite season, her birth season, had brought her craft to new heights. The cold radiance and fragmented lights of the snow inspired her pieces that now varied from sculptural, to useful and most impressively, combining the two notions.

“There’s no reason something we use can’t also be pretty,” she’d explained. “And there’s no reason something breathtaking can’t also be useful.”

At the time Anna knew that was why the first, sculptural glass Elsa had made for her was her favourite. Each time she took a sip of it, she imagined their lips meeting again, like they’d had all summer long and under the shades of autumn reds and golds. Under the starry skies as though blessed by the cosmos. She longed for those moments again, worried they’d never return. The pieces brought home for Anna continued to dwindle, replaced by pieces that were shown and exhibited in local cafés and small independent businesses. Occasionally, someone would even buy one and Anna’s emotions teetered between pride and envy, then consoled herself knowing she’d never had to buy the pieces of Elsa’s soul that she poured into her work.

And then, she’d started to worry that Elsa had never wanted that kind of thanks in the first place. She’d worried that perhaps what she’d noted the first time was a simple favour, a humouring of her younger sister’s whims. It gnawed at her as Elsa’s 18th birthday passed and she had to stay behind when she’d driven out to Montreal with her friends to celebrate. The guilt had eaten at her and her grades had started to slip to the point Elsa herself had intervened confronting her about it.

Only when Elsa had sighed and asked her what it was about, had the tides turned again. Unable to say a word, Anna must’ve had made a sound subconsciously, because in that moment Elsa had softly stroked her cheek into the palm of her hand, brushing her thumb over her freckled cheekbone and pressing her other index finger over Anna’s lips.

“Patience is a virtue, because good things come to those who wait.”

She’d meant it, as clichéd as it was.

On Anna’s 17th birthday, Elsa made her arguably one of the most stunning pieces she’d ever produce.

She’d been unable to wait until that evening for the actual celebration, she’d snuck into Anna’s room, stirring her from her slumber, holding up a gift bag. The soft, pink hues of the April sky crept between the branches jewelled with the buds of future apple blossoms, lending an almost angelic glow to her sister’s platinum tresses. Anna had been confused and half awake, her hair only just the slightest bit tousled as she’d fallen asleep wearing twin braids to try for a natural wave on her big day.

Having had glanced at Elsa with a question in her eyes, the gift bag had been gently pushed into her hands, giving an answer.

Gingerly, Anna had taken out the paper gift wrapping and she’d gasped, nearly dropping the piece into her lap when she’d held it up. A magnificent swan shaped carafe with gold tipped wings and subtle traces of translucent dancing blues, pinks and purples with a shimmering finish as though the northern lights themselves had been poured into it, sparkled before Anna’s eyes.

Tears formed and overflowed and like that fateful day Elsa had brought her first piece home, Anna wrapped her arms around her sister’s waist, pulling her into an ardent embrace and seeking out her sweet, bow-shaped lips with her own.

This time, she felt Elsa smile against her mouth. This time she felt her older sister lean back into her. This time she felt Elsa’s hand gently, yet firmly clasp the nape of her neck and if Anna’s aura had been visible, she was sure it would have adopted the colours and light so deftly captured by Elsa into the swan, combined with the promising colours of the spring sunrise outside her window.

Anna had pulled Elsa down on top of her onto the bed after setting the gift with care and concern on her nightstand. They’d shed whatever trappings clung to their skin and found themselves adding to the festival of lights in the most delightful of innuendos those early hours in the morning, breaking silence only with the most quiet of whimpers and a duet of breaths in high strung tempo.

Elsa had quickly stolen away back to her room, and both she and Anna had conserved their glow the entire day.

Anna never worried again about which pieces Elsa did or didn’t bring home for her specifically and if she’d harboured any doubts, they’d vanished when Elsa declared after graduation that she was deferring a year to hone and perfect her craft before starting her Bachelor’s degree at the only college in Ontario to offer glass specialty. For, although their parents accepted this explanation without any trace of hesitation (and oh how proud they were of their eldest daughter for becoming a locally known artist), Elsa had told Anna she wanted them to start college together.

The guilt that lingered within, however was a much harder beast to fell than uncertainty.

-xxx-

Two and a half years later, the Agnarsson sisters were now completing their second year of college. Elsa had turned 21 in February and was the star pupil of Trafalgar. Oakville wasn’t that far away from Ottawa but it was in a sense, a world away, and as far as they were concerned that was for the better.

She had gained a certain notoriety with being the youngest glassblowing student to ever land a gallery exhibit, and she was featured in the papers. Art critics from around the province were picking up on her work and their parents would excitedly email them links to obscure columns, in less obscure papers. Her star was undeniably on the rise. Where it might have been anyone else, complacency would’ve had fertile ground to grow, but Elsa only worked twice as hard, rising up to the occasion, her greatest critic being her own self.

As far as Anna was concerned, it was their greatest advantage. Even though her parents barely noticed that their youngest daughter had also joined a Craft and Design program with a different specialty, they were also too busy bragging about their eldest to pay close attention to their personal lives.

It was admittedly a little upsetting loving her in the shadows at times, especially because Elsa had garnered quite a few admirers who liked to come see her in creation…. And who could blame them, she thought, especially on an evening like this where she sat in the hot shop watching Elsa bend the elements to her will, her vision. The sweat glistened as it pearled off her brow, matting the stray strands of platinum blond that had escaped from her messy French braid. It also highlighted some of Elsa’s other attributes as it dipped down the muscles in her neck, rippling from the effort and lended a sheen, a glow really, to her bare shoulders.

Anna felt herself gulp as her eyes wandered down to the biceps now so toned and developed from the years of glass working. Her mind drifted to thoughts of those arms wrapped around her waist, evoking vivid memories only they were privy to.

For as icy as her signature pieces had become known to be, the first word that came out of people’s mouths when asked about Elsa was “hot”, and Anna could hardly resent them that, even if she had to fight off every last girl on campus.

Subtly of course. As much as they had attempted to avoid the connection, they were quickly recognized as sisters and the freedom from their parents became the prison of their peers. Especially with Elsa in the spotlight.

Her sister was ever tactful about it, and seemed to use her natural introverted ness to help shield them both under the cover of secrecy. Fending off attractive women (and men, who apparently did not get the memo about the team she batted for) was always simplified with borrowed grace and an explanation that she was involved with someone already, wanted to protect her identity partly to shield her from the increasingly public eye and partly because her girlfriend’s parents would “kill them if they knew who she was with.” None of which was a lie, but it weighed at times heavier than others on Anna’s shoulders.

They were alone this time, as Elsa had refused any additional visitors and it was generally understood on campus that while it wasn’t an official rule, in general what Elsa wanted, Elsa got if it meant engaging with her craft. Whether it was because of that or for other reasons, she had certainly grown quite prolific which hadn’t stopped her from continuing to dote on Anna, in more ways than one.

Elsa stood before the glory hole, twisting the pipe casually with the assurance of one that has mastered and dominated one of nature’s most fearsome powers and Anna bit her lip, gasping a little. She could feel her own sweat pearl down her cleavage and she reached for a hair tie to put her air up. Her older sister glanced at her, winking, which set alight her spine in the most pleasant way and she almost forgot the main reason they were both here together in the first place.

“It’s almost ready, I just need to add some detail then I will put it in the annealer. Did you bring your design sketches with you?”

Anna blinked and dismounted with a surprising amount of grace from the table she’d commandeered as a seat, looking around seemingly confused.

“Uh yeah, sorry! I think I left it in my bag. I might’ve left it in the entrance hall.”

“Anna! How many times have I told you-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah - I’m too trusting, keep a better handle on my things etc.”

Anna waved her off flippantly as she started off jogging back towards the door.

“On the other hand, thanks for the view.”

“Elsa! Not here!”

“But all my favourite things are here.”

Anna flipped her off from inside the doorframe then practically sprinted towards where she’d left her bag returning only moments later to her older sister pouting at her, arms folded across her chest.

“Stop pouting. I thought you said all your favourite things were here.”

Elsa placed her arms - those same ones with the flexing biceps - around Anna’s waist and looked at her adoringly.

“I thought they were.”

Anna’s heart pounded a little faster as she glanced around and swallowed thickly, getting up on her tip toes. She knew they were alone but the hyper vigilance had become a part of her life and she stole a quick peck.

“How about now?”

The pout was replaced with a grin and Anna let out a little squeal as Elsa nuzzled her and gave her a butterfly kiss apparently unfazed by the slick sweat on both of their faces. Then again, it was perhaps a familiar sensation to them.

“Mh, yeah definitely. Now show me those sketches?”

Anna stepped away quickly, as if worried their proximity had lingered for far too long and she raised her sketchbook up, showing her the mount she had in mind for the glass piece Elsa had just created. It was the first collaborative piece they’d worked on from start to finish, with feedback between the two of them.

Elsa grinned again as the sketch had turned out even better than the preliminaries and when the glass component had cooled off in the annealer she took it out to show Anna. It of course did not rival the swan carafe in grandiosity but it wasn’t meant to. The subtle elegance and detailed craftsmanship was what they wanted here, in order to integrate elements of both their crafts, supporting and complimenting each other.

And again, as she’d done so many times before, Anna forgot anything else but the elation in the moment, cradling Elsa’s face to kiss her deeply, hotly before gently booping their foreheads together.

The sound of the door in the distance slamming shut made them jump out of their skins and they found themselves 5ft apart in 0.0005 seconds. A voice called out asking if Elsa was still there to which she responded in the tone of someone who’d been done umbrage.

“Yeah but we are done here, I’m leaving now.”

“S-so sorry,” answered the voice of a young guy who must have been waiting for his turn in the hot shop that evening. “I’ll uh… I’ll wait ��till you walk out.” They hadn’t seen his face, nor did they particularly want to.

Carefully, she nestled the piece in protective wrapping and smiled at Anna, gesturing with her head for them to go.

“Come on, let’s get back and take a shower.”

A shower, singular.

-xxx-

It was Anna’s 20th birthday and she found herself waiting with trepidation. This time, Elsa had managed to exert enough self control to let her know that she’d not in fact get her gift until that evening. But she’d at least gotten a good morning, happy birthday kiss to start her day off right and when she had greedily tried for more, Elsa had laughed and told her they’d be late for class but promised that she’d be her birthday date and help her celebrate in a way she hoped Anna would see as the befitting kickoff to her celebration week.

The day had crawled by with non stop notifications from Facebook and congratulations from some of her classmates.

All Anna could think bout however, was how the evening ahead, take out and the one person who mattered the most to her in this entire world seemed nothing short of perfect.

When class finally ended, Elsa was for this rare occasion, not to be found in the glassblower’s workshop, instead having headed back to the tiny rental they’d managed to find practically on campus to keep them as close to the hot shop as possible. It permitted her to keep practicing daily, whilst giving them a little more privacy than the dorm they had shared the first year.

As a matter of fact, when Anna got home, she was surprised to find that she wasn’t the first one there. Awaiting her was Elsa with an air of mischief and excitement, who promptly closed the door behind her younger sister, pinning her against it with a welcome home kiss.

Oh how the turntables.

Not that Anna was in anyway mad about this development, least of all today.

“I figured,” Elsa started between hot, open-mouthed kisses that moved from Anna’s lips, “we could order in-” to her jawline, to her neck. “-but first I need to show you your gift.”

Anna answered the statements with short, shallow gasps and quiet whimpers until the mention of her gift at which point she straightened out with a gleam in her eye and she gently pushed past Elsa to the living area.

“Then I can thank you for my gift… and thank you again for dinner.”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.”

“Oooh look at that, I’ve got the Elsa Agnarsson at my beck and call, it’s my lucky day!”

“Then every day is your lucky day.”

The last line was spoken more softly, with a gentle tone of seriousness behind the statement, and Anna thought her heart might melt into an explosion of cosmic love. She gave her another kiss before making a beeline for the low coffee table in front of the couch which held a mysterious gift bag. Elsa grinned as she noted that Anna was probably expecting a complex, detailed piece to rival the swan - to this day remaining one of her best, and undeniably Anna’s favourite. But Elsa had something completely different in store for her today.

They sat down on the couch side by side, Anna’s legs outstretched over Elsa’s lap who in turn was stroking them affectionately as her little sister practically vibrated with an almost childish excitement at the prospect of opening a gift. Anna picked up the gift bag, the heaviness of it intriguing but not startling her. She pulled the paper out and let out a little grunt as she reached for the massive, heavy glass object nestled within. She heard Elsa chuckle and she made a little noise that meant something along the lines of ‘stop teasing me!’ When she finally managed to pull out Elsa’s latest work.

It was a massive sphere-like object with an opening on the slightly flattened bottom, and it appeared hollowed out. At once dark and translucent with navy and purples and fuchsias along with clear and white smatterings of chaos. It seemed fairly abstract though very much in the “galaxy” aesthetic that had become trendy in recent years. The craftsmanship was refined but it was not immediately obvious what it was supposed to be.

Before she could actually say anything about it, Elsa took it from her.

“Wait, this isn’t even the half of it. Close your eyes.”

For once in her life, Anna did as she were told and subsequently felt Elsa gently remove her legs from her lap, the weight of the couch shifting as she got up. She kept her eyes closed as she heard her sister rummage in a corner of the room and what sounded like plugging something into an outlet. She heard the sound of glass sliding over wood and held her breath as she heard two clicks, like switches being flipped.

“Okay, you can look now.”

Elsa had turned off the overhead light in the room, and on the table her gift sat illuminated from within by a lamp with a powerful bulb, it gave it an almost otherworldly glow. But what really caught Anna’s attention was what that light projected in the room all around them. She gasped, completely stunned in her seat as she looked up to the ceiling and the walls and saw a dark blue light with shimmering stars and distant galaxies creating a light show that would rival a planetarium. The Milky Way was immediately obvious, so were the far off nebulas and the stars formed constellations both new and familiar.

All around them, the cosmos glowed with the love and devotion that animated Elsa’s soul and that she had poured into this creation once more. What Anna couldn’t see where the dozens of pieces like it that came before and did not have the desired outcome. What Anna couldn’t see were the hours of trial and error, the research and time spent in the hot shop, the assistants Elsa had wrangled to create this piece which in the end was just for her.

Yet she didn’t need to see it to feel it, when she was surrounded by that emotion right in that instant. She gazed around in awe, trying to take in all the details

“Elsa…”

Speechless.

“Glassblowing is my whole world Anna, but you… you are my universe.”

Her voice was tight with emotion and Anna immediately embraced her pulling her to her on the couch.

“You never asked me why a swan, when I made you that carafe, but I had a good reason.”

“Honestly I thought it was some ugly duckling reference.”

“Shut the fuck up, you never were an ugly duckling, you were the cutest most fluffiest duckling ever.”

Gently, Elsa pushed Anna back down on the couch and scooted in as tightly as she could beside her so that they were laying on their backs.

“Look up.”

On a streak today, since Anna did once more as she was told and her eyes wandered up to the ceiling. She focused on a cluster of stars that seemed familiar. As if reading her mind, Elsa offered up an explanation before she was even asked.

“It’s Cygnus.”

“The Swan.”

“Do you remember that night I told you I wanted to get into glassblowing?”

“Yeah?”

“We were stargazing and Cygnus was up above us, exactly like this. And when you snuggled me after I told you, I knew you approved, I knew you’d support me through my dream… and now look at me.”

“You worked so hard to be where you are Elsa, with or without me.”

“Anna.”

Elsa propped herself up on her elbow, looking away from the ceiling. Anna wasn’t quite ready to tear herself away from the sight of the stars shimmering in their living room, and took a moment before finding Elsa’s gaze.

“You’re my muse. So much of what I create is for you either figuratively or literally. You make me experience the richest, most complex range of emotions, you inspire me and enchant me in ways you could never imagine. I owe you everything. When you said you were taking the same bachelor’s degree as me with a different specialty I nearly lost my mind at the possibility of what we could be creating together down the line.”

Anna’s heart was racing and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes. Elsa didn’t know it but beyond the majesty of space that now embraced them, their own universe, their own galaxy, their own world… the loneliness and isolation that came from being as one with each other was worth every weighted moment. It was worth getting take out in their small apartment instead of going to a restaurant with friends, because no one mattered to them as much as one another.

“Glassblowing is your world,” Anna repeated, her words trailing off as she understood the full measure of Elsa’s earlier statement.

“I always felt guilty that I had somehow tainted you, that I had dragged you over a line you didn’t want to cross. And then when you gave me the swan I knew my feelings for you were shared. And then I’d always felt a little guilty every now and then that you had to hide who you are because of me. Hell you can’t enjoy the full college experience because of me. We can’t really get close to anyone, we rarely hang out with friends outside of school functions… you’ve got gorgeous women and guys throwing themselves at you and you can’t even tell them whom you’re taken by.”

Elsa gave her an incredulous look and shook her head vigorously.

“Anna. I just told you glassblowing is my world, and you are my universe. I can’t ascertain as to why we, by some cosmic joke are soulmates born as siblings, but I know that nothing else matters to me more than you. Hell I may not have even gotten into glass if we hadn’t gone and seen that exhibition together. And who knows if I would’ve gone with a friend instead of my sister - probably not, to be perfectly honest.”

The road ahead of them was long, but in that instant, she knew they would figure it out together. In that instant, she knew the challenges that lay ahead of them would not be made of swiftly, but together they’d find a way. In that instant, she knew that it was a path worth walking together. The tears started streaming down Anna’s face and like so many other times before, she immediately kissed Elsa, passion and gratitude swirled into one as her arm wrapped around her older sister’s waist, holding her close. Not unlike those nights in the hammock huddled together under the stars. But their kisses then had the innocence of young love trimmed with the excitement of secrecy and retinue. This kiss had the full abandon of those who know they are loved and desperate to show exactly how much.

Anna’s hand slid down Elsa’s side reaching for the hem of her tank top, finding smooth skin underneath and tracing back upwards. She mewled softly as Elsa’s kiss moved from her mouth to her throat and her lips formed a little love bite. She could hardly think of anything else but the fervent desire that animated every cell in her body and licked at her skin like the flames of creation itself. She looked up again around the room, drinking in the sight of the universe, their universe as teeth grazed along her pulse point, sending jolts to the pit of her lower belly.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

And Anna chuckled at the understatement of the century.

#elsanna #August 2022 contest #prompt: Cosmic #lime #submission

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kerra-and-company · 2 years

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Have you done secrets for Rel and Nisha yet?

I have not! Twin secrets coming right up! :D Some answers are under the cut just so this post doesn't get Too long xD

Rel

1: open secret

Rel is and has always been kinda...I can't think of the right word for this. Maybe "unattached"? In a specific way, at least. He was officially part of the Pact--was eventually one of the head medics, even--but he was never part of any order. He's attached to people and to his goals, but not to places or jobs, and it's loyalty to the cause and to his friends, not the organization, that kept him there. He's far from unique in that sense of where his loyalty lies, but add on the fact that he had more than ample opportunity to join an order and never did, and it's just a quiet sort of mark of "ah, that's different, okay". This is less relevant after he leaves the Pact, but it's still important for him as a character.

2: secret the people close to your character know

How much he's struggled with thinking about his life in terms that are right for him. When he was younger, back in Maguuma, he was just happy with being able to make people happy, more or less. When he and Nisha left Maguuma, they both went through a period of "my sibling is now specifically *my* responsibility", and he stayed at the Priory for as long as he did because of Nisha. Him leaving the Priory was the first step towards him saying "I live the life I want, for me, not for anyone else". During the time period of LWS1, in which he spent a lot of time with the Pact, he was struggling with deciding if he wanted to be there or not, if it was good for him, if he was happy or if he was just trying to make other people happy or if it was both...he overthought things a decent amount, haha. (Overthinking is something he has in common with Nisha, actually. And with me xD)

3: secret that your character wouldn't really care about getting out

Who he's based songs on, as long as they were comfortable with that! In all fairness, this is kinda an open secret too, for the most part.

4: secret exactly one person knows anything about

Oh, gosh. A lot of random facts about the first couple years of his life in Maguuma fall under this heading--things that Nisha knows, but no one else, at least not anymore. Like his collection of pebbles, or his first attempt at crafting a glider, or how proud he was to perform the first song he wrote to their mother. Rel just...doesn't ever talk about a lot of that. Even though a lot of those things were good ones, that time period carries too many uncomfortable memories in hindsight for him to say much about it.

5: secret no one knows about but they sort of want to come out/to tell someone

Rel is not, nor has ever been, an artist in the sense of drawings or paintings. However, in the early days of being at the Priory, he drew a very messy sketch of his and Nisha's mother, and he's kept it with him since then. He doesn't even really look at it; he just has it. It's not something he needs to talk about, but he sort of wants to tell someone he has the picture. He's starting to think that if he does, he'll feel okay putting it down on a table rather than in a pocket.

6: secret no one knows and they desperately don't want anyone to know about

A lot of the details of what he struggled with while alone in Maguuma during early HoT. Mordremoth was...not fun.

Nisha

1: open secret

At this point? How much xe cares--about people, doing a good job, a whole host of things. It's not just an open fact because xe's still seen as an authority figure, and xe's outwardly often pretty closed off to strangers. But most people know.

2: secret the people close to your character know

How bad xyr anxiety can get. Going to leave it at that.

3: secret that your character wouldn't really care about getting out

That xe never exactly wanted the Marshal job, even though xe held it from a bit after the end of HoT through early PoF. It was good for xem in a lot of ways, and xe enjoyed aspects of it, but it wasn't a job xe would have sought out without the precise series of events that put xem there.

4: secret exactly one person knows anything about

This might be stretching this question a bit, because Nisha's talked about this some to xyr partners before too, but--precisely how isolated Nisha was from everyone else during xyr and Rel's years in Maguuma. The twins' mother meant well, but she was afraid for Nisha in particular being hurt by the world because of xyr anxiety and because of the way xe tended to feel things deeply. And Nisha responded to that by doing xyr absolute utmost to be strong, and unaffected by fear--at least outwardly. It wasn't a good thing for xem, and it pushed xem away from everyone, including Rel (who's the only one who really, fully knows what the situation was, because he was there to see it happen).

5: secret no one knows about but they sort of want to come out/to tell someone

Xe's a writer, and xe's been working on writing down the details of xyr own story for xyr kids. Xe still has a hard time talking about a lot of it, but someday xe knows that they'll want to know, and this is also something for them to keep as a physical record. Xe's been doing this quietly and mostly in note form so far, but when xe's far enough along, xe's most likely going to ask for proofreading help and input from xyr family.

6: secret no one knows and they desperately don't want anyone to know about

That xe still feels guilty for accidentally keeping the secret of the sylvari's origin from xyr Pale-Tree-born friends. It was not on purpose by any means--Rel and Nisha's mother had told them about their "grandfather", so xe assumed that the Pale Tree had done the same for her children. And nothing proved xyr assumption wrong literally right up until the Caithe events following the Shadow of the Dragon attacking the summit in the Grove. Xe feels guilty and stupid for missing the signs that the Pale Tree sylvari didn't know, and for not saying anything sooner, even though xe knows that the events of HoT and the Pact fleet crash were not xyr fault. To be extra clear here, though--it's not the fact that xe knew that's the answer to this question, it's the fact that xe still feels guilty about the whole surrounding situation. Xe feels like xe should have moved past this by now.

#gw2 #relethen #nishannai #knight-of-the-thorn #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D #sorry it took a sec #was busy overthinking these answers asl;djf

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gayskrillex · 9 months

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GaySkrillex’s guide to shuffling tarot cards, for those who hate shuffling cards

This is kind of out of left field and niche for my blog, but I’ve overthought this too much not to share my findings.

When you get a new tarot deck, you have to shuffle it. There’s no way to get around this. I suggest a mix of gently washing the cards (as in spread them out on the table and move them around to mix them up; soap and water are not involved), overhand shuffling, and dealing the deck out into separate piles at random before stacking them back up. You’re welcome to use whatever method you feel is the most appropriate for getting to know a new deck, though. After this, you shouldn’t have to do a shuffle this involved ever again.

When it’s time to do a reading, draw five cards, face down. It does not matter how many you need for the reading.

From those five cards, turn over the number you need for the reading and interpret them as you like. If you’re performing the reading for someone else, I suggest letting them pick from the five cards themselves so their intent can affect the reading, but this is a personal preference of mine.

Flip the interpreted cards back over and shuffle them together with the rest of the five-card hand you drew. I just sort of mix them in my hands until I can’t remember what cards were where and then rotate the whole pack a few times until I can’t remember how they were rotated. It helps to make a conscious effort to not pay attention to exactly how you’re doing this.

Put the whole five-card pack at the bottom of the deck. Do not shuffle further.

Explanation and other notes below the cut.

So off the bat I want to say that I use tarot as a conversation starter or reflection, with either myself or the person I’m performing the reading for. It’s not my place to judge those who use tarot for other reasons, but I do want to stress that I don’t recommend blindly following interpretations when making important life decisions. Tarot is a tool, not a solution, and ultimately it’s up to you to make responsible choices.

The reason I came up with this method is that I noticed purely doing an overhand shuffle every time was both time-consuming and giving me a lot of repeats. I think this has to do with the way cards are broken in and the fact that a tarot reading only uses a tiny portion of the deck. It causes some cards to receive more wear than others, thereby making them separate more easily from the rest of the deck, which leads to an overhand shuffle that’s more likely to cut the deck in the same places, snowballing the wear on those specific cards. I could just do a riffle shuffle, but that requires dexterity I don’t have and bends the cards. Plus, tarot cards tend to be thicker than other cards, so they’re less willing to bend like that without suffering permanent damage.

As for why I recommend drawing 5, this is a way to introduce randomness. I think for a good reading it’s important that some cards are rarer than others, and moving some cards to the bottom of the deck without looking at them facilitates this. It makes readings more interesting and allows the recipient of the reading to influence the outcome. I chose the number 5 specifically, because it’s the smallest prime number that doesn’t divide evenly into 78. This means that when you pull a pack of 5 from the top and return it to the bottom, when you reach those cards next they’ll be split into separate packs, which is again important for maintaining a level of randomness. If you’re using a deck with a different number of cards, you may have to draw a hand of a different size, but so long as the number of cards in the deck doesn’t end in 0 or 5, a 5-card hand is a safe bet. If you’re doing a reading that requires more than 5 cards, just draw a multiple of 5. For instance, a weekly reading that needs 7 cards should pick from a hand of 10. If the hand needs exactly 5 cards, you could do either 5 or 10, or even 7, but 7 isn’t as easy to remember for those who aren’t as into math as I am. I recommend 10 for the extra randomness.

The major caveat of this method is that once you draw a card, the next time you see that card will be a minimum of 15 5-card draws later. Some people value the chance of getting the same cards frequently, though. In order to facilitate this possibility, you could put 1 or 2 of the 5-card pack on top and 4 or 3 on the bottom, or put 1 on top, 1 in the middle of the deck, and 3 on the bottom, or really any other combination, so long as cards are consistently going to the bottom of the deck to push cards near the bottom to the top to make them available for draws, but I think this extra step makes the whole process too convoluted and cumbersome to remember.

Lastly, if you’re picking from the 5-card hand yourself, since you’ve already shuffled those cards and will be shuffling them again, you could pick the card from the same position every time without sacrificing any randomness or influence over the cards, unless of course you’ve put cards from the previous pack on top of the deck, as described in the previous paragraph, in which case shuffling the hand before picking is strongly encouraged. Again, that method complicates things.

#tarot #tarot reading

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ohleander · 11 months

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5.21.23

Feeling the intense hormonal pull to just be angry at everything, no matter what it is. The discomfort in my body from all the changes... I wish I were more ignorant to. At the same time, paying attention to myself has been immensely beneficial.. though it comes with ongoing responsibilities. Its not enough to just observe myself and allow myself to feel.. I then need to know what to do about it, which is the frustrating part.

Adventures in re-parenting yourself when you were barely actually raised to be a human in the first place. Sussing out my story so that I can tell it any way I want. Allowing myself the space to be an angry brat when I want to be. Allowing my teen self to go feral when they need to, to process all this old built up emotion inside of me. I need more support, more emotional release. I am such a reservoir and I'm still in the process of cleaning the tank. Its tiring and I'd like to rest. Learning to feel okay with resting.. learning to let my mind slow down from overthought. Learning to look at the long term as a comfort, rather than an intimidation factor. Learning to just experience and allow and savor it no matter what.

I'd prefer to always feel "good".. I'd prefer to feel happiness and joy on the default, but these days it is hard. I feel like I'm combating a lot of thoughts to the contrary that I don't even really see or hear. Trying to stabilize my mood, feel my mood and not let it affect me, its so hard.

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myaheartsmarkie · 2 years

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word count: 1.3k

warning(s): nothing really, jus mild cursing,,

author’s note: yo...it’s been forever since i’ve even touched my tumblr. so my page is dead asf. but im writing this for the anon that left that ask about this series. i may or may not be trying to ease myself back into writing so for now, my hiatus is lifted. i’ll open my requests sometime next week and try and catch up on all the stories i left for dead >< kisses!! ( also im a lil shabby rn ok,,,leave me alone. and oh surprise surprise, its not revised ofc lolz )

[ the room is bare. the only things inside are 3 chairs, one camera, and the interviewer. he is sat behind the camera awaiting you two to get settled. you and jaehyun walk in together, hands held. he leads you to your seat and then proceeds to take his own seat. ]

interviewer: hey guys! can you please introduce yourselves to the camera?

jaehyun: hello, I’m jung yoonoh, but i go by jaehyun. nice to meet you!

[ his dimples come into view as he smiles and waves at the camera. the camera then pans over to you ]

you: hi~ i’m y/n l/n, nice to meet you..!

[ you look at the camera shyly, tugging at the hem of your skirt out of nervousness ]

interviewer: ok, so here in my hand I have a set of 10 questions.

[ you and jaehyun nodded in understanding. the interviewer then hands you the set of cards. ]

interviewer: you may start whenever you feel like.

you: okay..first question..

[ you smile at the question, “this should be easy for him” you thought. ]

you: what’s my ideal weekend?

[ jae smiles cockily, obviously finding this wayyy to easy ]

jae: oh, that’s easy! you would want to read a book in the morning, go for a walk with me and mochi and take a very long bath while i make us some dinner. boom.

[ you laugh at his response. he was completely correct. ]

yn: hm, ok that’s right..but what would i want for desert?

jae: that’s easy too, a chocolate brownie with cookies and cream ice cream, and a drizzle of caramel syrup.

[ he smiles and crosses his arms sitting back, ‘im the best bf of the year’ practically written on his face. you laugh and nudge him lightly. ]

yn: don’t be a cocky little shit, it’s just begun!

[ jae laughs and looks at you with a loving smile ]

yn: what’s our favorite show or film to watch together?

jae: right now? or like of all time?

yn: hmm…both!

[ jae nods his head, sitting back in his seat pondering ]

jaehyun: right now it has to be demon slayer, we’ve been waking up early as fuck every Sunday just to watch the new episodes. Of all time, I’d say the simpsons.

[ you brought a finger to your cheek, tilting your head. you overthought his answer considering giving him both points for this. ]

yn: hmm…i’m going to give you a point and a half for this.

[ jaehyun’s mouth flew open in surprise ]

jae: what!!! i should get both points, what’d i miss?!

yn: we’re watching two shows right now!!

jae: oh!! attack on titan and the servant, but we mainly watch demon slayer together!!

[ he crossed his arms sulking on his missing half point. you laughed at your bf, pinching his cheek ]

yn: it’s okay, you can redeem yourself in the next rounds!

[ he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment but complied ]

yn: what pet names / nicknames do i have for you?

jaehyun: you call me a lot of things baby

[ he giggled and you rolled your eyes ]

yn: yeah, but my main names, like top 3.

jae: baby, jae, and yoonoh, easy.

yn: okay now for redemption, what’s your contact name in my phone?

[ his mouth opened then closed, he tilted his head in confusion ]

jae: oh wow….i don’t know that actually…

[ you stared agape at your boyfriend, you thought this was too easy !! ]

yn: the betrayal…

jae: how am I supposed to know that! it’s your phone!

[ once again sulking, he turned away from you ]

yn: okay next question! if I’m in a bad mood, what would immediately cheer me up?

jaehyun: sweets! specifically gummy worms and a sweet drink, like a slurpee or iced coffee.

[ you nod your head, smiling at your boyfriend ]

yn: you know me so well

jaehyun: it’s my job

[ you both laugh and he leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek. you flip to the next question ]

yn: okay, which disney movie is my favorite?

jaehyun: ooo that’s a good one! isn’t it mulan?

yn: part one or two?

jaehyun: don’t you like both of them? you’re indecisive so it wouldn’t be far fetched.

yn: YES! WOW, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

[ jaehyun laughs at your cute outburst ]

jaehyun: i love you too, gorgeous.

yn: okay! last question! are you ready??

jaehyun: bring it on!

yn: how did we meet, and what was i wearing?

[ jaehyun’s face lit up ]

jaehyun: i replay our first meeting every single day in my head, this is light work.

[ you hid your face behind the cards, embarrassed but totally swooned by your boyfriend ]

jaehyun: it was thursday, may 17th 2019. We were paired up for a group project and that day you were wearing a chocolate brown sweater and black sweats. your hair was in a messy ponytail and you wore those glasses I loved oh so very much. you came and sat next to me and she smelt soo good, it was paris hilton’s fragrance right?

[ you nodded shyly, he brought his hand up to pinch your cheek. ]

yn: sigh, those were my favorite glasses.

interviewer: what happened to them?

jaehyun: she left them behind at one of our dates and when we went back somebody had already picked them up. she was really bummed.

[ you nodded, with a small pout. agreeing with your boy. you honestly forgot about that ]

yn: he took me for ice cream after to cheer me up, i think it was out 4th date

[ a small smile crept up your face thinking of the fond memories you and jae had together. ]

interviewer: well that’s about it! thank you guys for participating!

you and jae: thank you, have a good day!

[ you both waved at the camera and stood up. jaehyun took your smaller hand in his and you two walked out together. discussing what you guys were going to eat for lunch. ]

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☆ synopsis ☆ ; in this series, every member will participate in an interview where their s/o asks them questions and the specified nct member will try their best to answer each one correctly. let’s see how well your man knows you!

#jung jaehyun #nct #nct imagines #the boyfriend quiz #nct scenarios #nct boyfriend #neo culture technology #kpop #nct members #nct ot23 #nct jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct smut #nct smau #jaehyun imagine

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blushstories · 2 years

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hi! i'd like to request a drabble about bucky barnes with trope #2 and quotes #2 and #32! please 🤍

hi!! thank you for requesting ! bucky barnes my beloved i have been wanting to write him for so long! i hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for,! im worried i may have overthought it a bit haha

your shadow - bucky barnes

summary: your confidence in your ability to fight takes a blow after a night out with wanda. thankfully, bucky will be there to help you get it back.

trope 2: hurt/comfort quote #2: ''you're safe with me." quote #12: "there you are! i was… hey… what’s the matter? have you been crying? ”

word count: 700

warnings: implications of a really terrible guy, a bruise

drabble day list!

Your eyes stung with the debilitating cocktail of tears and fatigue. You rubbed them gently, unsure whether you should get that glass of water that you were craving. With a sigh you got out of bed, slightly irritated at the coolness of the room outside of your homemade sanctuary. It had been a long night, with Wanda convincing you to go out with her while the other members of the team were assigned an overnight mission, claiming that it had been a while since you enjoyed a night with no responsibilities.

So you did, even though a bar in the middle of a club wasn’t your preferred location to relax, you tried to enjoy yourself with Wanda, pleasantly surprised to hear that the music playing was actual music instead of the lyric-less bass you normally expected. It wasn’t until you felt a lingering presence at your back that your heart rate picked up, setting each of your nerves on fire. If it weren’t for Wanda getting rid of him, you weren’t sure how the night would have ended. And that realisation terrified you.

Out of all of the threats you could face in the world, a single man made you freeze in your tracks. Any combat you had learned dissolved from your mind as you tried to assertively stop his advances. You thought you were capable of defending yourself, but last night proved you wrong. You didn’t greet Bucky and the others when they arrived early in the morning as your overthinking became too overwhelming.

The tiles of the kitchen were cool under your feet, matching the chill of the water from the tap that dripped down to your elbow when you accidentally overfilled the glass. You started tipping some of it out when you heard a familiar voice, “There you are! I was…” You turned around to see his confident stride falter, the crease in his eyebrows appearing. “Hey… what’s the matter? Have you been crying?” You offered a small smile, sniffing. “Nothing’s the matter, Bucky. How was the mission?”

He leaned over the counter, meeting your eyes. You didn’t look away, wanting to convince him that you were okay. “It was fine, doll. Not a scratch. Now, what’s happened to you?” His eyes landed on the bruise forming at the base of your neck, making his jaw twitch. You didn’t know why you hesitated - Bucky was your best friend, there was nothing to be afraid of.

“Have you spoken to Wanda?” You asked. He shook his head before standing up, gesturing for you to go with him. He guided you to the sofa, allowing you to curl into the corner as you normally did. He sat next to you, his left arm resting on the back of the sofa and behind your shoulders.

“She suggested a night out while you guys were gone. It was fun, actually. It had proper music, and the best lemonade I’ve had for ages,” Bucky smiled. “But this… this guy was hovering, and I knew about it. I was a little worried, but I thought if he tried anything I could deal with it,” You could hear the vibranium shifting in his arm as he listened to you, eyes never leaving your face. “But I couldn’t. Wanda did.” With one glance, you could tell that Bucky understood where you were going with this. The tears, they came from the doubt that this man had given you, and the feeling of being unsafe wherever you go. The anxiety rippled through your system, sending shakes through your legs.

“You’re not a bad fighter, sweetheart. With guys like that, you can’t blame yourself for anything. He’s lucky you had Wanda with you, and not me.”

“I should still train more, I hated feeling so… open, you know? Vulnerable.” “You need to give yourself some more credit, doll. You’ve handled some of the worst people alive, you’ll be okay. And you know you’re safe with me, right?” Fingertips ghosted your shoulder. You shifted and leaned into him, allowing his arm to wrap around you. “Careful, Barnes. They’ll start calling me your shadow.” A short chuckle rumbles through his chest. “I could get used to that.”

#bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #james barnes x reader #mcu #mcu fic #mcu reader insert #mcu x reader #marvel #bucky barnes x you #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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hamliet · 3 years

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Dabi’s Missing Heart

So I’ve been seeing two main responses to Dabi’s character as portrayed in BNHA 292, both of which I feel touch on a very surface understanding of his character and role in the story despite seeming like opposite takes.

Take #1:

Dabi is an unfeeling monster created to show the redeemability of Shigaraki and Enji in contrast with his true eeeevil villainy! He will never be redeemed!

Take #2:

Dabi is a sweet softy who did nothing wrong! He will never be redeemed because of this chapter which is so out-of-character!

Note how they both have the same endpoint. I’m not actually gonna address the redemption question much because I can’t fathom what this panel foreshadows if not Touya’s salvation (alive):

I’m not looking to debate this either; I’m just putting it here because I know it’ll come up if I don’t.

Instead, I wanna address Dabi’s character. He’s my favorite, and I’ve been asked a few different times whether I enjoy him as a villain or as an uwu poor baby, and my answer is always both.

Dabi is a villain. This chapter’s rampage is, in my opinion, not remotely out of character for him. But neither is it the summation of his character, and he surely is not meant to make Enji look good by comparison.

So, who is Dabi?

Dabi is kind of a flaming jerk, and that’s why I like him. He’s an abuse victim who gets to be angry and crass and sharp. He pushes people away because he doesn’t want to open up to them and get burned (heh). He’s just like Shouto in that, except with a dose of murder.

Believe it or not, this is a very realistic response to abuse, and very common too. It’s good to see that representation. If the writing was indeed just “he’s bad get rid of him,” well, that would of course be a terrible representation. But seeing a mean victim get redeemed? Now that’s some good sh*t I’m here for.

If you want a sweethearted, misunderstood soft victim, there is one in MHA, and that’s Shigaraki. Dabi is not these things, but that does not mean he’s not a victim or that he’s somehow an unfeeling monster.

You see, Shigaraki is a heart character. Dabi’s the mind. (Heart and mind characters are a literary pattern that is utilized in literature across the globe; it’s not an eastern/western cultural thing. It has its roots in alchemy.) The problem is that you can’t have a heart without a mind nor a mind without a heart. If you lack one, you’re missing half the picture, and you won’t accomplish anything.

We see this with Shigaraki in his quest to look for ideals, something to believe in, purpose to justify/enable acting on his feelings/emotions.

Dabi, in contrast, has conviction and ideals, but eschews any kind of personal connection and care.

So, both Shigaraki and Dabi struggle to unite heart and mind--but they need to do precisely this.

It’s not a coincidence that Shigaraki expressly envisions both Dabi and Himiko when musing on what his purpose is.

Yet Shigaraki is able to unite more easily with Himiko as opposed to Dabi because Himiko is also a heart character. She claims to be motivated by extreme empathy that warps around to become a lack thereof (wanting to be who she loves).

Shigaraki’s motivations are basically revenge for hero society not saving him--which encompasses both a deep internal and external (societal) need for empathy and a need for better ideals. Shigaraki needs Himiko and Dabi. They’re a trio, and all of them need each other to grow. But Himiko, being similarly driven expressly by emotions, is easier for Shigaraki to understand and work with.

The irony is that Dabi is actually a very, very emotional character as well. But what he does (as is typical for a mind character) is repress them, compartmentalize, dissociate. He constantly pushes people away, yet admits privately, to himself, that he’s primarily (and paradoxically) motivated by family. This is emotional, yet Dabi claims he “overthought” and, according to other translations, “snapped” can be actually be read as “went crazy” as a result over overthinking (note: both are mind allusions).

Dabi repressing who he is--Todoroki Touya--is symbolic of him repressing his emotional side, because again, family and emotions are tied together for his character. Now his identity is acknowledged, and Dabi claims to be losing his mind (again), claims that he can’t feel, and yet is completely consumed by emotions. Like, does anyone think he’s being methodical and calculating this chapter?

It’s not just negative emotions (rage, hate) that drive Dabi in response to his family. His seeking belonging and emotional connection is present even in a chapter where he tries to murder two members of his family and laughs off the risk to the life of another.

See, Dabi first asked Shouto to validate his pain:

But like, given the circumstances, of course Shouto doesn’t really respond well. How Shouto responds is this:

Shouto��s words are triggering. And keep in mind I am not blaming Shouto: he’s in shock and he’s a kid. I’m merely trying to explain how it likely comes across to Dabi.

You’re crazy. Your feelings don’t matter. You don’t really care about Natsuo! You’re a villain and that’s ALL you are. Not a brother or abuse survivor. Just a villain.

So, uh, yeah, Dabi then retreats back to being unable to feel, dissociating as has always been his coping mechanism. But that’s not all: Dabi’s been repressing for so long that of course he’s gonna go a little insane in response to the dismissal of everything he’s trying to point out. Why wouldn’t he? His family dismissed his pain back then and now again, and so, without that heart, without those emotions, principle is all Dabi has. This has been present since long before Stain’s ideology came into his life:

Now, he answers this question of existence through Stain’s ideology. Purpose is all he has, and to him, Shouto and Best Jeanist are dismissing that too. Why are they dismissing it? Best Jeanist dismisses him for an ideal: the overall good of hero society. Shouto has a mixture of this ideal and also like, genuine shock and pain.

Back to Dabi. Dabi’s summation of himself and his purpose is incorrect and harmful to himself and others. I’m not excusing him or justifying, just explaining. It’s a tragic reflection of what Endeavor raised both Touya and Shouto to be (and thereby ironic that BJ uses an ideal to dismiss him):

Instead of being raised to be the symbol of hero society--as Endeavor intended--he exists to destroy it. The root is the same: Dabi assumes he exists for hero society, as a tool. He dehumanizes himself, hence why his quirk physically harms him (which also fits his almost religious zeal for Stain’s ideology). But it is not all Dabi is. He’s not a tool, he’s a person, but to acknowledge he’s a person involves acknowledging his heart/emotional desires, and that gets to my next point.

Dabi’s not a reliable narrator about himself. At all. I’ve written about Dabi and dissociation before. So let’s look at Dabi’s devotion to his ideals, the ideals he puts above people and claims he only cares about... because there are moments where Dabi goes against those ideals.

For one example, Dabi’s gone against those ideals when he’s allowed his personal need for revenge (an emotional/heart motivation) to overcome his longterm plan. Like, he was fully about to get himself killed here, even though that would likely mean no one would know the corruption of the Todoroki family and hero society, just for the chance to prove to his father that he hurt him.

In addition, I’ve talked before about how Dabi’s the only character in the entire damn manga to comment that maybe using child soldiers is not okay. While it’s not explicitly stated, it’s reasonable to conclude that Dabi considers the abuse of children in hero training a sin of hero society that ought to be purged (hence, part of his ideals).

That said, I have also pointed out that Dabi has gone after children in the past when it benefits his mission (Bakugou would like a word). So let’s look at four examples of Dabi and his principles concerning kids--since, after all, he claims to be motivated by heroes who hurt kids.

Firstly, Dabi’s “save the cat” when he spared Aoyama.

Why did he spare Aoyama? We can only speculate, but it seems quite likely there are two reasons: 1) hurting Aoyama would not add anything to his overall goal of downing hero society, and 2) a terrified, cowering kid might just have been a teeny bit familiar to Dabi. Here, his ideals--destroying hero society--either take a backseat to a reflection of his personal pain (and)/or his ideal of not abusing kids directly contradicted his ideal of bringing down hero society. But the important part is that in this instance, Dabi chose mercy and the goal of bringing down hero society was jeopardized as a result.

So then why did he attack Tokoyami, Nejire, and Shouto this arc? Well, Dabi does things he knows are wrong for the sake of accomplishing his overall purpose. He does things he knows hurt himself for this purpose. This isn’t new. If he can’t be acknowledged, can’t exist as a person with emotions, then he at least will ensure he still has a purpose.

In addition, let’s look at what sets Dabi off in all of these instances. (Again, this isn’t me saying “well actually Dabi’s justified.” He’s not. I’m just pointing to what’s in the text to explain the machinations beyond “bad guy do bad.”)

Dabi tries to reason with Tokoyami, pointing out that Twice was doing essentially what Tokoyami is doing: trying to save his friend(s), but Tokoyami doesn’t listen (also again: not me saying Tokoyami should have listened--realistically, in this situation, it makes sense Tokoyami trusted his mentor!)

Only after his reasoning was rejected did Dabi go to flames mode. He could have just let Tokoyami save Hawks, but instead he really wanted to kill Hawks and that overrode his other principles. Was this just because of his furthering his goal--killing the #2 hero would help destroy hero society--or because of a sense of personal revenge for Twice? That’s open for interpretation (in my opinion, it’s likely a mixture, because again, it tends to intertwine more than Dabi likes to think it does). His principles and/or emotions are brushed aside, and Dabi Does Not Like That.

Dabi does this again with Shouto this chapter, asking him where he stands on their family issues, and gets brushed aside, and then Shouto goes into his rage mode and Dabi responds. Again, not saying Shouto is rational here or that he should side with Dabi’s murderous plan, but like, his words really don’t come across well to Dabi.

Dabi going after Shouto after explaining things, asking Shouto for help, and then having his pain dismissed is pretty much a repeat of Tokoyami. When Dabi’s pain is dismissed, he says fine, let’s aim for the highest principle possible: making Stain’s will a reality, and damn any emotional ties.

Dabi’s obsession with ideals, you might say, is a smokescreen to cover his own pain. Far from feeling nothing, he feels very deeply. (I promise I’m getting to Nejire.)

So what does this indicate? Well, that Dabi does have a heart and a conscience. But when he lets his heart act, when his heart reaches out, he gets burned. His heart jeopardizes his overall purpose, so he most often dissociates himself from it. But by pretending he doesn’t have a heart, he dehumanizes himself, and he projects that dehumanization onto others (see: seeing Shouto as an extension of Endeavor, when that’s actually the precise image Shouto is trying to shed).

It’s not a coincidence that Shigaraki has been unconscious during the entire confrontation with Endeavor, nor is it a coincidence that Himiko has been MIA. But, Shigaraki wakes up a bit this chapter not only when hearing Dabi spout about how hero society needs to burn, an ideal/the thing Shigaraki lacks, and through a less important but still-ideal-driven character in Spinner asking him to accomplish his supposed ideal of destruction, but when Dabi saves Shigaraki and Spinner.

Dabi doesn’t burn Nejire for lols (not that this makes it better because it doesn’t) or even for ideals. He burns her to save Shigaraki and Spinner, because they are his links to full humanity right now.

(Again, this is also dissociation and projection: Endeavor did this! No, Dabi, you did. You’re perpetuating violence against kids rather than stopping it.)

But anyways, when Dabi calls upon heart, Shigaraki wakes. He lends Gigantomachia and thereby Dabi and the league power.

Dabi can only grow and actually accomplish anything related to his ideals (fixing hero society) through accepting a heart--even though that will likely mean some painful surgery to shift his ideals to accommodate said heart, because pure ideals don’t leave much room for humanity. He needs to feel to actually change anything, because right now he’s just making things worse (hence, the need for saving and redemption).

I know the League aren’t the protagonists of the serIes, but their complaints aren’t exactly incorrect either (if anything they’re almost a little too valid). But through growing together, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Himiko might actually be able to accomplish something, and get themselves in a place where they can be reached and saved by Shouto, Deku, and Ochaco. Because to be saved, the kids will have to acknowledge the villains’ pain and complaints, and do something about it.

#bnha 292 #bnha meta #mha 292 #mha meta #dabi #todoroki shouto #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #hado nejire #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #best jeanist #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha theory #mha theory #league of villains #spinner

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step-on-me-khun · 2 years

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Hi! I really love your poly oneshots with KhunBaam with reader. I was wondering if you could write a scenario where Khun and reader are already in an established relationship but they're both pining for Baam and feeling really guilty about it. Maybe they end up telling each other how they feel and then agree that they would go after Baam? Smutty ending maybe?? 😳 Sorry if this is long hope it all makes sense! 😂

afasffg, well, I haven't had a poly request for a while - this did take a while to write, I feel like i did my best, but i feel like this isn't my best which is something I feel with everything i write

I have written Khunbam smut before - only once - and I was thinking of adding a second part and making it a little bit spicier

warning(s): smut, poly relationship - no minors pls

word count: 4038 - the longest smut request I've written

tagging: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @aoi-turtle

You admired just how much of a close friendship Khun and Baam had. It always intrigued you as you watched them interact a lot. They were comfortable and happy around each other.

Teasing Khun about his closeness to Baam always got you nowhere. He would always flip the table and make it so that he was the one teasing you.

There was no denying that you loved Khun even with his snarky remarks and his oh-so infuriating smugness. You'd always want to stay with him.

It was just that the more you saw him chat be around Baam, the more you felt for him. Baam wasn't like a stranger to you. If anything, he was one of your closest friends.

The way you watched them, a little out of it as you sat there, Khun found it adorable and creepy. But there was always jealousy whenever you spoke to Baam or when Khun spoke to Baam.

You would catch one another staring idly at Baam. It did make things tense between the two of you. But that tension did release itself once you reached each other's rooms.

"Do you have feelings for Baam?" Khun asks, out of nowhere. You had pulled your top down so far but stopped for a second to think about what Khun had just asked you.

"Khun, I love you more than any-" you tried to reply, pulling your top on quickly.

"I know you do," Khun turns onto his side, his hand holding his face up off the bed, "and, dammit, do I love you. I wouldn't have found it too surprising if you did, because I do,"

So, Khun was maybe telling you that he had romantic feelings towards Baam. Okay, that's something you weren't expecting. But, you couldn't say that something like this was surprising.

Shock got you stuck to the side of the bed, unable to move or form any coherent sentence. All that mattered was what Khun did or said next.

A sign escapes Khun's mouth, "I'm not asking you to accept my feelings for Baam, I'm just asking you if maybe you had the same feelings-"

"Yes, I do," you whisper.

"You're not just saying that because it's me you're talking to, right?"

"Khun, what are you getting at?"

Khun sits up, steadying his breathing and mind as he readies a response.

"How about we included Baam into our relationship?"

"You mean, make it a poly thing? I don't know, and I don't even know if you've even confessed to Baam,"

"If it's too much for you to worry about, I'll confess to him first and explain what's going on,"

"And you'll let me know when you need me?"

"Of course, I will," Khun says as he squeezes your hand.

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It was a complicated mess, Khun told you that he would confess first, but he could never get the timing right. There were times when you could've admitted your feelings to Baam but decided not to, for Khun's sake.

But your patience was wearing thin at this point. There was so much tension inside you that it became unbearable.

Baam sat beside you, talking about something. You weren't paying too much attention, just thinking of a way to blurt out everything.

The more you overthought, the more evident it was that you were overthinking. Baam noticed it, too.

"Is everything alright, (Y/N)?" Baam asks.

Your eyes met him, "Yeah, sure, it's fine,"

"If you need to talk to someone, I'm here," Baam's hands softly hold onto yours.

Anxiety steadily built up, making your heart race. It was the perfect time to confess. But damn it, how were you supposed to?

"You see, the thing is," you steady your breath and calm yourself, "I'm in love with you, Baam,"

Baam's hands try to move away from yours, but you grab onto his and bring them back towards you.

"I'm not asking you to accept my feelings, just to think about them,"

"But, this isn't-"

The door opens, revealing Khun, who instantly sees you holding onto Baam's hand, and sighs.

It was clear to Khun that you had told Baam, but he didn't know how much.

"You could've been patient," Khun whines.

"I was being patient," you complain.

"What's going on?" Baam asks, his voice laced with confusion.

"I told you," you explain, "but there's more than just my feelings to consider,"

You hadn't told Baam anything other than your feelings. That was obvious to Khun now, who was trying his hardest to figure out how he should address his feelings.

"What do you mean?" Baam asks.

"It's not just (Y/N) that loves you, Baam, and I'm not talking platonically," Khun says.

Baam's face turns red in shock. At first, he wanted you about your relationship with Khun, but Khun knew. It was too much. What was going on?

"Wait, so you both have feelings for me?"

The silence and the look you and Khun shared was enough of an answer.

"I care about you both, but I don't know if what I feel for you is that kind of love,"

"We can give you a while to think about it and maybe make this a polyamorous relationship,"

The confusion in Baam's face was nothing short of adorable.

"I don't know what that means," Baam admits.

"It's a romantic relationship between more than two people, that's why both of us wanted to confess in our own time," Khun explains, "I care about you too much to get an answer out of you now, we both do, so give yourself some time to think about it. If you decide you want us to be friends, and nothing more, we'd be fine with that,"

You smile at Baam and stand up. Your eyes were fixed to his as you leave, with Khun following.

Now Baam had a lot to think through. The two people closest to him confessed.

But just because you gave him time to think about the situation didn't mean you wouldn't help him make a decision.

You kept a close eye on Baam whenever you were around him, not in a creepy way. You just wanted to wait until the right moment, then tease or fluster him a little.

With Khun, you knew how to be alluring. You knew what to do, how to look at him, your voice. The energy you gave Khun was mainly due to his attitude, and you had to either match it or act a little submissive.

Baam was different. You wanted to make him react, get him close, then whisper something in his ear. Either that or cling to his arm suddenly like you were going to fall.

Then you tried to fluster him with your voice and try to sound as sweet and sexy as possible. Baam was sometimes a little clueless, but as you said and acted more, it became that you were trying to tease him. When he figured it out, you left.

Everything was going to reach a boiling point. You were building up Baam for a reason, getting him all riled up and tense so he would have to make his mind up sooner rather than later.

As you walked past Baam in the corridor, you gave him a sweet smile, like you were acting as if nothing was going on. His posture stiffened as you walked.

A hand tightly grabbed onto your wrist, keeping you still. You knew who it was but were hesitant to turn to look at Baam.

"I need to talk to you about this," Baam says quietly, tugging on your wrist, leading you to your room quickly.

You kept quiet as you opened the door to your room, not like you knew what to say. It was tricky to think of any response.

As the two of you walk in, you find Khun, sitting on the end of the bed, staring at the two of you.

"I didn't think you were gutsy enough to be that forward," Khun says, looking directly towards you.

"Nothing wrong with helping Baam make a decision," you reply, "but I am sorry if I did make you a little uncomfortable, Baam,"

"You don't need to apologise," Baam responds, cupping your face in his hand, "you did help me make up my mind,"

Khun leans back onto the bed, letting out a loud sigh of relief. Khun got dragged into the room, but it was because Baam needed to have a word with him about you - about both of you. Baam releases your face, revealing the bright red tint that lit up your cheeks.

Baam had said all he needed to say, Khun was always the first person he went to, and you had almost forgotten about that fact.

"Anyway," Khun starts, getting up from the bed, "Someone needs to put you in your place, but that can wait for now," his feet bring him in front of you.

Khun harshly presses his mouth onto Baam's, surprising you for a microsecond before reality struck you. Was this even happening? Two handsome men stood in front of you, and you almost wanted to cover your eyes and walk out the room, to respect their boundaries.

You were caught off guard by Khun's hand softly brushing under your top and into your bra.

A short gasp escapes your mouth as Khun's hand gropes your chest.

Your hands cling to Baam's sleeve, hiding your face in his arm. It wasn't intentional. If you clung to Khun, he would tease you for being too needy. And you knew Baam wouldn't tease you for being like this.

A surge of confidence ran through Baam, whose hand slithered down your stomach, his gentle fingers move down to your underwear.

Your grip on Baam tightens as his hand reaches your entrance.

"Look at how (Y/N)'s reacting to you," Khun says as his lips leave Baam's.

Khun's face looked so damn smug like he was proud of what he had done. He had brought the two of you to the room, knew what you were doing to Baam, and made it impossible for you to leave.

To avoid staring at Khun's smug face, you shut your eyes. Baam's fingers pushed inside you slowly at first, all while pressing soft pecks on your forehead and hair.

"Oh, Baam," you cry.

To gain another reaction from you, the hand cupping your breast reached for your nipple and tweaked it.

You let out a short squeal into Baam's arm.

That reaction was enough, and even though Khun did want to tease and make you beg for more, he didn't want to focus on just you. There was so much love that you and Khun were desperate to share with Baam. And it was clear that Baam was expressing just how much the two of you meant to him.

It was easy for you to get hotter and hotter. The two men before you were working on making you flustered and aroused. Your knees were very close to falling to the ground.

Khun's fingertips go from tweaking your perky nipples to flicking them each time you would cry and gasp out.

Just as you got close to reaching your euphoric high, you got stopped by Khun.

"That's enough of that, for now," Khun announces, "do you want to stop it now, or do you want to go further?"

You knew what you wanted, as did Khun. The soft and fiery glow of Baam's eyes let you know what he wanted. Both of you, right now.

Baam took yours and Khun's hand and led you to the bed. It was most likely his first time, so you wanted to give him your attention for the time being.

"Wait," you loudly say, getting them to focus on you, "Baam, is this your first time, you know, being intimate with someone?"

Khun gives you a soft look, hinting that he understood you. He trusted you, both of you, so he sat down on the opposite side of the bed.

"I, uh. Yes, it is," Baam admits, embarrassed and red-faced.

It was cute seeing him this flustered, but you weren't going to rush him.

Baam closes his eyes and sighs before roughly pressing his mouth onto yours, causing you to yelp out in surprise.

Khun had patience and was willing to wait for the two of you. It made you relieved that you had someone like that, but Baam was also involved, so you guessed that that was the reason Khun was like that. He didn't want to have Baam all to himself. He wanted both of you to himself. No one could ever touch you, or Baam, Khun wouldn't have it. The two people he cared so much about, the most precious beings in existence. Khun felt jealous of what Baam was going to do to you.

But Khun knew that Baam would treat you good.

Baam releases your lips, his eyes lidded as he gazes into your eyes.

"Sorry if I do anything to hurt you," Baam softly says, watching you as you lie down on the bed, waiting for him.

"You're not going to hurt me," you attempt to reassure him, "I always know I'm safe with you," you flash a genuine smile at him before lifting your top off and pulling it off you.

Baam shortly follows you onto the bed, his body towering over you as you lay there. Again, your eyes met with his, and you could see just how much fire there was. Khun always had such a cold interior, it made it a little difficult to love sometimes, but with Baam, he was always such a warm and kind soul. You could see it in his eyes.

Your gentle hands tug his top up his chest, where Baam sat up a little and removed it. As Baam's top drops to the floor, you catch a glimpse of his chest and just how much fighting he had gone through.

Baam's hands reached behind your back, quickly trying to find the clasp to your bra. The struggle was cute, his fingers desperately trying to undo the fabric.

You giggle a little, sitting up a bit to help him. Then he found it and pulled it briskly off you.

Now, this was something which Baam hadn't seen before; a girl semi-naked. Panic almost kicked in. Then he saw you, someone who looked just as nervous as him.

Your hands grab at his trousers, undoing them quickly, then pull both them and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. It didn't interest you how long or thick his length was. All that mattered was that you took your time and made each other comfortable. But you mostly wanted Baam to know that he wasn't hurting you.

"I know you're nervous, but you try not to worry too much," you say, pulling the rest of your clothes off.

To hide his embarrassment, Baam hovers over you, hiding your naked body from his eyes. Damn, you looked beautiful like this, your eyes glowing softly. He was a little jealous that you were Khun's. It was like he forgot that you were both his and Khun's.

Baam didn't notice that your hands were already down on the head of his length, guiding it to your wet and needy entrance.

"Do you want to switch positions, or are you okay with staying like this?" You ask, with one hand clinging to his arm.

His face hides in the crook of your neck as he slowly thrusts inside you. Your other arm wraps around his back, holding him close to you.

It wasn't a time to compare just how good they made you feel. You knew Khun was capable of being sweet and loving like this. It was just that this was Baam's nature. He was a caring and loving person.

"You're making me feel so good, Baam," you moan. It was true. Baam was doing well so far. You just wanted to give him some encouragement.

His hands reach behind you and lay in the middle of your upper back.

The soft sounds of your moans did something to him that he couldn't explain or understand, but he could feel it affecting him. Baam wanted to feel more of you.

His thrusts begin to speed up a little, still making sure his pace wasn't too much. Not like it ever would be. You got the idea that Baam wouldn't get rough with you, even if you begged and begged.

"Please, Baam, more," you cry. Your nails scratch the skin of his back.

You knew what you were doing. It was all to help Baam and make sure he felt just as good as you.

Baam's breathy moans were something you felt against your neck, making you shiver a little. He was being vocal, but his groans were short and whiny.

It was like your first time. The atmosphere was calm, and all you could feel was love. Baam was certainly showing that to you, and you were doing the same.

Thrusts sped up so that Baam could reach inside you more, get a high from the feeling of being inside you. It was indescribable how good he felt.

Then it came, the feeling that slowly built up as Baam's thrusts became more powerful.

"B-Baam," you cry, hiding your head in the crook of your neck.

"Do you want me to stop?" Baam asks, worried by your actions.

"No, please don't," you beg, "I'm so close, please don't stop,"

Listening to you beg someone other than him did make Khun a little jealous, but he wasn't going to complain vocally.

"(Y/N)," Baam cries as you tighten around him, his hips desperately slapping against yours as you come.

Baam didn't want to stop. He wanted to end after reaching the same high he saw you get. The look of pure bliss on your face as you sank back on the bed was enough to drive Baam crazy. And it was then that his climax hit him.

It was a new sensation, one that made Baam's body shake a little.

A burst of excitement and energy shot through you, an idea ran through your head, and you quickly switched positions.

"I know you're still getting over your orgasm," you start, "but I want to treat you more if that's okay,"

While the two of you were at it, Khun had gotten undressed and was waiting for you as you moved off Baam and got between his legs instead.

"W-what are you going to do?" Baam asks.

"I told you, didn't I? You don't need to worry about it,"

As you prepare yourself, you feel Khun behind you, his hands on your waist as he thrusts into roughly.

"Fuck you," you cry as you pepper Baam's length with kisses.

"Dammit," Baam cries, grasping at the sheets below him.

You could see the pleasure in Baam's face as you bobbed up and down on him. One of his hands release the sheets and moves up to his face, hiding his expression and eyes from you.

"S-so good," Baam cries.

The soft and needy sound of Baam's moans triggered something inside Khun, whose fingers dig into your skin, speeding up his thrusts and pace. One word from you about being a little jealous, and Khun would fuck you right into the bed, making you forget Baam was there.

Khun's mind focused on scenarios that would make him jealous, leaving reality and focussing only on those images.

Your moans vibrated around Baam's length as your mouth continued to move on him, trying hard to please Baam as much as you could. If only Khun weren't thrusting as madly as he was. It was making it difficult to focus on the man in front of you.

A hand gently caresses your face, Baam's eyes look lovingly into your eyes as you try to speed up. Baam's hand guides you face up and off him for a second, replacing your mouth with your hands.

"You're so pretty like this," Baam cries, huffing and panting, "you both look so good,"

Khun was aware of the situation, and instead of being fast and harsh with you, switched to being slow and rough on you.

As the light from outside faded, it cast light rays which illuminated all three of you. But the way the light captured Baam was just breathtaking.

You were beginning to feel it again, the signal that you were close. The cries that erupted from your mouth became more frequent.

Your mouth tried to hollow itself around Baam, trying to help him reach his end.

There was no point in crying out anyone's name. You were so close to choking but desperate for Baam not to see that you were.

"I think I'm close," Baam groans.

A warm feeling twirled in your stomach as you tightened around Khun, but the feeling vanished once Khun pulled out of you.

It was a punishment for you. Khun was going to deny you one orgasm. He wanted you to finish what you were doing with a little bit of frustration that would keep you going. And it did. It gave you the chance to focus on Baam.

Baam's eyes closed as he came into your mouth, his eye looking a bit guilty like he had done something wrong.

"Do you want to keep going?" Khun asks as he sits down beside you. "I'm not going to force either of you to do something you're not used to yet," he says, placing a soft, loving kiss on both your and Baam's forehead.

Soft Khun was such an oddity. It was something so rare and genuine that it made you feel giddy. But with what he'd just done to you, the minute Baam would leave and get back to his room. You were in for it.

"I still want to think about it more," Baam says, as he swings his legs off the edge of the bed, "you've helped me figure out how I felt, for both of you,"

"I'm sorry," you say, hiding your head in the bed, "I should've just let you make up your mind,"

"You don't need to say sorry," Baam says, stroking your hair, "it was just your way of trying to help. You mean a lot to me. Both of you do. "

Baam's voice was so soothing it calmed you down.

"You don't know how much I adore you guys," you admit quietly.

"I think we do know," Khun says, rubbing your back and shoulders.

As Baam gets dressed, you sat up again, your eyes staring down at the bed as you thought. Maybe you had brought this on and acted too hastily, but if you hadn't, this whole thing wouldn't have happened.

How would Khun have handled it? His mind is unlike anyone else's, so he would've picked a better moment and probably acted a lot more forward than you.

"I want to ask, has the noise coming through the walls been you two all along?" Baam asks as he walks and reaches the door.

You instantly pull a pillow up to your face and fall onto your side. Of course, it was, and Baam heard all of what you two had done.

The only response Khun gave was a smug smile.

"It's okay, I don't need an answer," Baam says as he opens the door and leaves.

You rushed and hid under the sheets, attempting to get away from Khun.

"What are you doing?" Khun asks, "I'm not going to do anything. I think that was enough for tonight. I've punished you enough,"

"I acted too quickly, didn't I? You could've handled it better," you admit.

"I might be good at planning things," Khun unravels the blanket from around you, "doesn't mean I don't mind help sometimes,"

"I'm just glad neither of you is mad,"

Khun chuckles and kisses your forehead, "don't be stupid, nothing you've done has ever made me angry, yet,"

You giggle a little as you feel Khun's arms wrap around you.

It had been a weird day, but it looked as if life was going to get a bit more interesting.

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Imagine Gaara comforting you when the depression and anxiety hit

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Swearing(?)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is my first post on this blog. I hope you all enjoy it <3 Please don’t copy any of my works. It’s all originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into my pieces. Please ask me before reposting.

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You were curled up in bed staring into nothingness. The past week or two you’ve tried to keep it at bay, but you felt the ever lingering depression creeping its way in. Nothing in particular happened. It was just always there. There wasn’t a time you could remember it not being there. Sometimes it was muffled like background noise and other times the volume was turned up so loud it was the only thing you could hear. It was your constant companion following you like a shadow. And to top it all off, anxiety was right behind it. You thought about overthinking and overthought about thinking. Racing thoughts kept you up sometimes until the sun shone through the blinds.

Everyone wondered why you were so quiet at times, but they couldn’t hear the ass beating you were getting from your own mind that made it almost impossible to be in the present moment. Nor could you find the energy, the language, nor a fuck to give to even begin to explain the war going on inside you. Temari invited you out to what you thought would be a small kickback yesterday that ended up being a full blown party. Gaara, who was supposed to go with you, was inevitably called in for village business. You ended up socially tapped after just a few hours in. Although Temari was with you and you met up with some chill friends . . Although you were surrounded by people, you still felt completely alone. Although you heard the words coming out of their mouths, you couldn’t keep up with what they were saying. Although you were physically there, you weren’t there. You wanted so badly to just enjoy yourself like everyone else, but it was what it was. After pleading with your sister in law, you finally went home only to find that Gaara was still in the office. One final push that sent you

Spiraling

down

And there you were exhausted but painfully awake in the darkness of your shared room. You didn’t know how long you were lying there. There was no time, only the bottomless ocean that swallowed anything and everything you tried to drop into it. No amount of journaling, affirmations, meditation, prayer, movement, walking, entertainment, pet cuddling, food, water, medication, vitamins, herbs, epsom salt baths, incense, face masks or any of the methods you’ve tried felt tangible to you in that moment. What was the point when you didn’t even have the will to move? How could you think of going on a mission next week when you couldn’t guarantee you’d attempt to leave your room tomorrow? How were you going to take care of your hair if you couldn’t even braid, twist or put it up for the night? How could you call yourself a caring friend when you’re thinking about canceling the dinner you’ve already rescheduled twice?

“My love? Why are you still awake?”

Your husband’s soothing voice jolted you out of your inner dialogue. You hadn’t even heard him come in, too lost in the wall in front of you.

“ . . . Can’t sleep.”

You heard the sound of the door closing and hushed shuffling as he moved around the room. A few moments later, you felt his weight dip the mattress beside you. A warm arm wrapped around your middle, gently pulling you to his chest. His hand moved to intertwine with yours as he spooned you from behind.

“How did it go with Temari? Again I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go with you. I hope you had a good time.”

“It’s fine. It was fine.” you replied flatly.

Gaara caressed the back of your thumb with his own as silence filled the space between you. His lips met the skin of your shoulder and you felt your body gradually relax into his embrace. He was never one to push you when you weren’t ready to talk and always made you feel grounded back to earth with his very presence. Even amidst his many responsibilities as Kazekage, he always made sure to check in on you and provide whatever you may want or need. He would do anything for you if it meant you would feel loved, safe, balanced and happy. Gaara, sweet Gaara, was the love of your lifetimes and you, his. He knew you better than he knew himself and picked up on every detail. Your likes and dislikes. How you took your tea in the morning. Your sensitivities. Every expression. Your body language. The tone in your voice. The slightest change in your eyes. So it was no surprise that he picked up on the shift in your mood right away.

“(y/n) . . . Sweetheart, It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it right now, but please know that I am here. I love you more than words can express. I am here to listen and support you in any way that I can. I always will be. You know that, right?”

And with that, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Your body trembled as he maneuvered you to face him. He wrapped his arms firmly around you, cocooning you into the safety of his hold. You buried your face into his chest and the calming scent of earth and cinnamon enveloped your senses. Your tears and running nose wetted the shirt he wore, but he didn’t care. Soft kisses were pressed to the crown of your head as his fingers trailed up and down the length of your spine, occasionally drawing soothing circles. You turned your head to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart pressed against you before finally catching your breath to speak.

“I-I’m just so tired of fighting just to be okay all the time. I’ve been taking steps to take care of my mental health, but it still feels like it isn’t enough. It’s like one day I’m fine and a couple days later it feels like I’m back at square one. I just want to exist sometimes. No expectations. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to be anything. I just want to be.”

He squeezed you gently at your words, pausing thoughtfully before responding.

“You once told me that your dream is to become the peace within and despite the chaos inside of you. The chaos all around us. You said that you wish to heal yourself and pass on healing to others. I know it is easy to lose sight of it when you’re in the midst of what feels like a never ending battle, but I wanted to remind you of it because I never want you to lose hope.”

Your eyes widened in shock and turned glassy as he continued on.

“You have brought me out of the depths of the greatest despair and have played a huge role in supporting me in healing from my past. Your love is medicine to my heart. There were times when I was lost that you reminded me to never lose sight of my dream. To never lose sight of what truly matters. Even in the most difficult times, you have always found hope where others have felt hopeless. That is one of the many reasons I love you. I am your husband, so let me be your strength when you are tired and feel you can’t go on because you are my strength, dear wife. We can get through this together. Remember that healing is a lifelong journey, not a destination. So take it one day at a time. Hour by hour or minute by minute if that’s what it takes. You’re so hard on yourself sometimes, but look how far you’ve come to be here. Right now. How much you’ve grown. I want you to know that I am so proud of you, sweetheart. I hope that you can come to be proud of your accomplishments too.”

A fresh wave of tears came over you, but for a completely different reason this time. You practically tackled your poor mans onto his back and your lips met in an intense yet equally loving kiss. His hands worshipped the expanse of your hips and time fell away. Vibrations hummed throughout your body as you pulled back to look into those seafoam green eyes. His red hair and pale complexion highlighted by the light of the moon peeking through the window. He was ethereal.

“I love you, Gaara. So much. I am so happy that you exist. Honestly when you speak so openly and directly like that I feel like my heart is gonna burst through my chest . . . fuckkkk. In a good way though! But seriously, thank you for being you. I never thought I’d be able to say this to someone without fear, but . . when I am with you, I know that I am home. You are my home, love. ”

His eyes softened before a huge grin spread across his now blushing features. Gaara didn’t smile often, but when he did it was a sight to behold. It was like feeling the warmth of a sunrise for the first time. An all encompassing glow.

He sat up and cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, tears now mirroring your own. “I couldn’t have put it better myself. Do you know how beautiful you are? Truly? Your beauty radiates from the inside out. Honestly, what have I done to deserve you?”

“Sir, have you taken a good look at yourself lately? That’s my line. Fight me. Right now.” you deadpanned playfully.

A look of genuine concern crossed over his face. His hands settled on your waist and his posture noticeably drooped.

“(y/n), I would never fight you.”

“ . . . Gaara, I was just joking. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Mhm.”

“ . . . Right. I should have known. I’ll do better next time.” he sighed dejectedly.

Your body shook with laughter at your man’s adorably serious face. He’s always trying his best. Only Gaara could go from holding space through your tears of sadness, to making you cry from happiness, to having you doubled over with laughter within a matter of moments just by being authentically himself.

“I love you so fucking much, my sweet Gaara.”

“And I, you. My beautiful (y/n).”

You both slept soundly that night in a tangle of limbs, not knowing where one ended or the other began. Two, who together, are one.

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