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dwindlinghaze · 1 year

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back at you

(peter parker x reader)

summary: the five times peter stood you up and the one time you did it back.

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending.

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i. empire state building

"hi love!" peter waves at you before sitting down on the bench with his arms around you. "i miss you."

"hi pete," you say back, planting a small kiss on his nose.

"are you free tonight?"

"if i purposely forget about my stoichiometry homework then i am," you grin.

he laughs at your joke, "i want to take you on a date on top of the empire state building. we haven't been on a real date lately and i've been a really terrible boyfriend for that reason so i want to fix things up. so- er what do you say?"

"sure, i'll be there," you answered.

"no, i'll pick you up at six and swing you up there," he insists.

"i've never been swinging in a thin sticky line before. i don't know how to feel about this offer," you make a face.

"come on it'll be fun i promise! just hold on to me and i will make sure you're safe."

"alright," you smile at him under the may spring weather.

when evening came, you were picking out outfits to wear to the date. you don't want it to be too much, because you'll be swinging high up in the air. you picked a comfortable outfit, ready to wait for peter to arrive at your door.

but he didn't come.

fifteen minutes have passed and still- no calls or messages.

you began to worry, thinking he's in a spider-man trouble but you believe in him to know that he will escape any inconveniences because he's smart and agile.

an hour has passed. no calls or texts.

you felt disappointed. you were really looking forward into this because peter's life has been replaced with spider-man lately and you've been replaced by new york city.

thirty minutes later, peter called you, saying he was sorry for not making it.

"hey lovely, i'm sorry. i really am. please forgive me, there's a robbery on the subway and it took me quite sometime to beat them all up," he says breathlessly with the sound of the wind.

"oh yeah that's fine," you say, trying to hide your disappointment but he hears right through it. "are you okay?" you ask him.

even with your disappointment, you still asked him how he is after the fight.

"i'm quite alright. i can pick you up right now and we can head to the empire state building right now."

"pete, i have to finish my stoichiometry homework."

"i will do it for you."

"have you finished it?"

"no," he admits, a beat of silence filling the line.

"well, i will see you tomorrow then. good night."

"good night, i love you, sweets!"

"love you too," you say before ending the call.

ii. ice cream

you met peter two days later, his state more jagged somehow. new bruises and scars on his face. you notice how he now wears long sleeves instead of the normal graphic t-shirt he wore with a science joke screen printed on them.

"hi pete," you reach for him, taking his hand in yours.

peter smiles a lopsided smile.

"i haven't seen you since our supposedly date day," you say, "are you all right?"

"i'm sorry about that," he replies, scratching his nose which made the dried scar torn open. "ugh-"

you pull out a napkin from your bag, folding it before pressing it against his bleeding skin. "who did this to you."

"no one, i just fell while swinging," peter says, kissing your hand that rests in front of his lips.

"this is not a bruise, it looks like someone did this to you," you say.

"let's forget about this okay?" he takes both your hands. "an ice cream date tomorrow?"

"sure," you reply.

"hey you didn't sound too pleased with that," peter remarks.

"i'm just worried pete, what if being spider-man makes you dead?" you say.

"stop, i'm not going anywhere," he assures you as he squeezes your knuckles. "tomorrow at three?"

"three in the morning or evening," you ask jokingly.

"at dawn, sweetheart," peter plays along. "i'll be there tomorrow. meet me at the ice cream shop okay?"

"i will," you agree. "let's go home, it's getting late."

"i'll walk you home," peter insists, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

as the two of you walked home, peter's spidey tingles were tingling. he ignores it at first but then sirens came so he looks at you sadly. you nod, urging him to help the police.

"i'm sorry love, please text me when you get home. i love you," he yells as he disappears behind an alleyway.

"bye, i love you too," you whisper, starting to walk back home.

the next day came and you are now sitting on a booth inside the ice cream shop. the time is now three o'clock sharp and you are waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the door. your eyes are glued to the street outside, wishing every person passing by is peter parker.

three thirty, and still no peter. the waitress asks you for your order but you decline it, saying that you're supposed to be meeting someone.

three fourty five, still no peter. you wonder how pathetic you look sitting here in the warm dim light alone surrounded by sweet couples.

you start to worry about him, then you start to question yourself on why you're here alone. peter was supposed to be here forty five minutes ago. he was supposed to be here sipping milkshake and inhaling mint leaves to make you laugh.

you fumble with your fingers, heart tripping and falling with no safety net.

the waitress you talked to earlier came with a tray of strawberry ice cream with a sympathetic look on her face. "here, for free. if you were a cartoon character, there'll be a cumulonimbus cloud hovering over your head," she says, pushing the tray to you.

"oh thanks," you say tiredly, "you don't have to y'know, think i'll be leaving soon anyways."

"it's fine. my manager wouldn't be happy to see someone sitting here without ordering any of our menus," she declares.

"but you said it's for free?," you say.

"she wouldn't know. it's a gift for me to you because clearly your 'someone' is supposed to be here but they aren't. hope this makes it up."

"thank you, dorothy," you read off of her name tag.

four fifteen, still no sign of peter but the tv above the counter was showing a scene of spider-man fighting a criminal on top of a roof high up.

you sigh, eyes shooting bullets at the tv screen.

you pack your belongings before heading back to your home. once again, peter stood you up.

"oh my god," you screamed when you heard a crash behind you. you reluctantly turned around, only to see peter on the ground with his hair messy and unruly. "are you fine?"

peter stands up, shaking the dusts off of him. "love i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm-"

"peter, it's fine," you put on a smile, even though your intonation screams disappointment.

"it's not, just because you're smiling doesn't mean i didn't mess up," he says apologetically.

"you have your duties. i can't force you to throw it away like how you do your chores."

"don't make jokes now," peter sighs, "are you still up for it? i'll buy you every menu in there."

"i'm tired. i've been sitting inside there for over an hour i just want to go home," you admit.

"at least let me walk you home," peter insists once more.

"okay.." you start to walk away down the block.

"i'm sorry, honey. please forgive me! how about we move this to tomorrow?" he asks.

"i don't think you'll like it there," you say.

"hmm? why's that."

"because i think i fell for the waitress that was there," you try to joke around to make him feel less guilty. he already has so much on his shoulders and you don't want to be one of his baggages too.

"who? i'm not letting a stranger take you away from me," peter makes a salty face.

"secret," you giggle. peter takes your face between his hands before planting sloppy kisses around your face.

now it's like everything is perfect. peter kissing you under the sparkling lights of new york's buildings on the sidewalk.

iii. star wars marathon

"ah y/n hi sweetheart!" aunt may opens the door to greet you. "peter told me you were coming over for movies"

"hi aunt may, is he here?" you ask her as you take off your jacket and put it on the rack.

"i thought he was coming with you?"

"oh yeah! i was supposed to meet him at the skatepark but he told me to go here first," you cover up for him. peter hasn't told may about spider-man yet and you want to keep him out of trouble.

"oh alright, have you eaten dinner?" may asks.

"i'll wait for peter first, aunt may, thank you."

"you can wait upstairs, peter wouldn't mind," aunt may offers.

"i know," you smile at her before coming up the stair to his room.

you opened his bedroom door, taking in the surroundings. his room is extremely messy. like a wrecked ship. you climb up his bed, making yourself comfortable on his bedsheets.

it has been hours since you arrived and peter still wasn't here. he was taking so long to the point where you feel asleep in his bed.

you felt sick in your stomach. all you ever hope for is peter's safety out there.

you woke up when a crash was heard from his fire escape. your body jolt up, your full attention is now on his fire escape.

"oh y/n! i forgot about our movie date!" peter say once he saw your face. "i'm so sorry, please believe me. i was looking forward to it but i i got carried away! oh s-"

"pete, come here," you say sternly.

peter freezes, looking at you like a deer in headlights. he is ready for your scolding as he walks over to you but his thoughts were quickly pushed away when you rub his arms tenderly.

"what happened, darling?"

"nothing too bad," he lets out a breathy laugh. "you should see the other guy."

"no i don't want to see whoever did this to you," you say in disbelief. "stay here, i'll help you with these," you point to his new scars.

"i have super healing, it's fine, love," he assures. "just come here please. let's watch star wars together."

"um i think it's getting too late," you say much to peter's disappointment.

"what do you mean? it's only eight thirty, we can watch one movie!" he starts to replace his suit into his pajamas, ready to watch with you.

"i have to get home, my mom needs me to... uh wash her dishes," you tell him. it's not that you didn't want to watch with him. you're too moody and upset to be around him for now.

he has been absent for dates three times in a row and you feel like you were fighting alone.

you left peter alone in the bed. you can practically feel his melancholia floating through the air.

"hey aunt may, i'll be going now," you bid goodbye to her.

"oh goodbye sweetie," she says. "make sure you get home safe alright? peter should walk you home!"

"that won't be needed, i'm fine aunt may."

"all right," may smiles warmly at you despite the cold air of the night.

when you arrived home, peter has sent you twenty five messages in a row. each of them being

'i'm sorry'

'please answer me, love'

'get back to me when you're home safely."

'pls get home safe'

'i love you'

and those messages over and over again.

iv. science laboratory

since that day, peter calls you over and over agin wishing you'd pick up. and you did.

you answered his call only for him to say that he was sorry and he's going to plan a date again.

you were tired of him asking you for dates and ended up being alone. you rejected his offer, saying that you have some family stuff so you won't be able to make it.

and peter knows

he knows that you're upset he has been leaving you alone on dates.

so the only time left for him with you is for the lab homework. you two are lab partners and you had suggested to do it in your house.

firstly because you don't want to walk home alone in the dark, and secondly, you don't want to lie to aunt may again. knowing that one way or another, peter will probably get home late.

you sat on your sofa, waiting for him to knock on the door. you place out the text books on the tables, set out glasses of water, take out some snacks from your fridge. and peter is not even here.

waiting for him has got you tired so you decided to do the work done yourself.

you already got most of the answers required then peter shows up; drenched in sweat and blood at your window.

you heard the tapping from below and immediately sprint upstairs, knowing it is peter.

"hey, uh i'm sorry," he winces as he steps inside your bedroom.

"hey pete, it's fine," you say, trying to assure him. "come in, let me fix you up."

peter nods, letting you take care of him. "you sound tired," he points. "are you alright, love?"

"that question should be asked to you!" you reply. "okay, here, just sit in my bed, it's fine."

peter does as you say, "sorry about this," he waves his fingers at himself with a bitter laugh. "and also our lab work. sorry."

"it's fine," you say again as you wipe the blood off his face gently. "i've done the work, most of it. you can finish the rest."

"what?" peter asks wide eye. "i- i was supposed to do that with you!"

"pete, calm down. i will let you finish the rest here. you look terrible."

"huh," he breathes. "nothing too bad."

"are you sure you could still do the lab homework?" you say, worried.

"yes love i am capable," he puts on a convincing grin.

"okay..."

peter starts to do the work while you rub his back soothingly. "if you're tired, that's fine. take a nap in my room."

"no i'm not," peter scrunches his nose, eyes squeezing shut.

"okay..." you continue.

v. chocolate cups

that night, peter has asked you to go on a date. and you didn't have the heart to reject him in such state.

the way he smiles when you said yes can melt every butter in the world.

he planned to go to the new chocolate themed place. from the advertisements, it shows to be an ideal date place for a romantic relationship.

you waited there, on the front. waiting for him. you actually has hope this time of peter showing up.

the place was cute and warm. displaying an unreal scenery. you saw couples walking in and you smile at them discreetly. they looked incredibly happy and in love. you can't wait for peter to get here so you can have the same happiness as they do.

you stand there, in the middle of the porch. he is already thirty minutes late. you see pity looks sent to you by people around. but still had hope.

but as each second passes, your faith in him was fading. you didn't know if new york really hates you or it's just a coincidence that whenever you and peter were supposed to be on a date, the city will have something coming up.

you decide that your waiting was too long so you come home. it was humiliating to say the least. the way other people looks so happy while you were feeling crestfallen.

those pity looks didn't make anything better either.

although you understand peter, being spider-man is hard. you have to constantly push your personal life aside to save the whole city from dangers.

a part of you wishes he didn't push you aside like his other things.

vi. the one time

days after, when you are calmed down from that upsetting and humiliating day, peter told you about this dinner place that he was looking forward to trying.

he knows you love culinary and this was perfect for the both of you.

you agree to going there with him, making a promise to be there.

he promised whatever happens in the city, he's sure it's nothing the police can't control.

the day came and you we're fighting your own mind about going or not.

you believe in peter. he's your boyfriend. he does not break promises. but there's always something coming up in evenings like these.

there's always something avoiding you two to be together.

so with the conclusion, you stayed at home.

peter on the other hand was worrying on the table he rsvp-ed. not only you haven't arrived yet but also you weren't answering his calls.

the worst possible scenarios come to his head. clouding up his thought in a fog of bad dreams.

he does think that he deserves this. having the humiliating feeling of when your significant other didn't show up on a date, in a room full of tenths of people with their pitiful eyes.

he couldn't wait no more so he goes straight to your home, hoping that you were there.

it was raining heavily, his neat shirt that you had given was soaked. his hair is dirty with mud and dirt.

and you are. you were reading a book in the dim lit bedroom. he knocks on your window hastily, hoping that you can hear him outside in the rain.

"peter?" you spoke. making your way to your window, the sight that flashes before you was unexpected.

you didn't think peter would actually show up so saving your energy by staying at home and get 'sorry' messages were expected. but not this.

"peter what are you doing?"

"did you forgot?" peter asks sadly, shivering from the cold rain.

"about our dinner?"

"...yes."

"i just thought you wouldn't show up. and i don't want to be in a situation like our previous date plans," you admit, feeling guilty.

"we made a promise, didn't we?"

"yes, pete. i'm sorry. i'm just so tired of standing alone in a room. i'm not going to let that happen to me anymore. i thought something was going to come up because that's what happens in our date. every one of them."

"but we promised. you didn't trust me enough to keep my promise?" peter asks, heartbroken by the thought.

"no! that's not what i'm implying. you always put new york's happiness above mine and i just- i don't know. doesn't seem fair. new york has its own police, government, and what not but you are my boyfriend. my best friend. i miss being with you. like actually being with you."

"love, i didn't realise how much i've been pushing you aside for this city. and you're right. i am your boyfriend and i'm supposed to make you happy- not neglected. i'm sorry."

"yeah,"

"yeah, and from now on i will balance peter parker and spider-man. just call me if you need me, and i'll show you just how much i care about you. more than anything."

"even new york?"

"yes!" peter exclaims. "i guess we're even."

"no, you stood me up five times. and i only did it once!" you joke.

"well that's true," peter says bitterly.

"pete, i'm only joking. i'm happy you're here," you say.

"you told me you missed me. and i do too. so why don't we spend time together. like, right now?" peter suggests.

"yes we can."

"movies?"

"star wars marathon?"

"i'll get the snacks."

#tasm peter x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker and reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #spider man x you #spiderman x reader

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takami-takami · 7 months

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"Marry me."

He’s hardly lucid enough to hear himself, but it's the first thing Vash whines when he sinks into your heat, allowing those baby blues to roll further into his head than his toes can curl against his soles.

"Marry me, marry me."

It takes some strain for you to hear those words over the incessant creaking of the dingy hotel bedframe below; but perhaps you should be grateful for moments like this. A life of sandstorms, drought, and scarcity follows the typhoon himself; and strays like you both— vagabonds, more like— are rarely afforded the luxury to settle and lap their fill.

It’s not your fault you ended up swept into bed, spread yet again beneath your dearest friend. He just looks so unbearably pretty like this. The waves of viridian lights that dust the night sky drip in through the window beside him, illuminating his face and sharply contrasting against the flush that creeps down his neck.

Jaw slack, eyes wide, and palms clutching the sheets on either side of your head; you never stood a chance at saying no to him.

"Jumping straight to marriage, huh." You twirl a blonde strand, wrapped around your finger. "That desperate? Aww, puppy," you croon with sympathy, and Vash buries himself at the sound of it. You’re aware it’s an attempt to hide when he shudders into your neck like this, bleeding insecurity alongside arousal; but it’s easy to forget the pangs in your chest when his hand paws between your thighs with a whimper, desperate to be of service to you.

"Please don't say it like that, miss," he huffs. "You'll make me— you know I'll— oh," he gives up halfway through the sentence and squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees scorching, hot white. It's desperate, the way he grits his teeth, frantic to hold himself back.

Such a polite boy.

His pace picks up once more to the rhythm of the mattress, huffing with each indulgent stroke. The thick of it stretches you full; and judging by the stutter of his hips, Vash's restraint has been wound tight enough to snap.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles, a mumbled apology lining each thrust, clipped wet in his watering mouth. "Feels so good." A shake of his head, a moan from his throat. "Don't think I got it in me to last, I'm real sorry—"

"It's okay," you soothe. "I gotcha. Let go."

And your words of permission wring the pleasure from him, sucking the air from his lungs. When his hips finally stall, it's with his teeth buried deep in your skin and a hiccup rising in his throat.

There’s an uncertainty in his pout once you both find your breaths. He chews one cheek and looks toward the open window when he whispers, low enough for no one but you to hear.

“I meant what I said, you know.”

"Yeah, I know." Your palm rests against his heated cheek. When he leans into it like a stray dog might burrow into a warm bed, it's with his eyes fluttered shut.

"Someday, pretty boy." You kiss the mark beneath his left eye, smiling at the scrunch of his nose. "Next time, I expect a ring."

#first ever vash drabble!! yay!!#some practice. i'm trying to get the hang of him #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #smut #x reader #trigun stampede x reader #🌶 spice #🖋 writing

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wordsaresimple-imnot · 5 days

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That final line - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Summary: Things have changed between Joe and Reader after bearing witness to the Concentration camp. They moved from being best friends to something more emotionally intimate. Now that the war in Europe is over will they cross the last line and become physically intimate?

Warnings: 18+ content (smut, p in v) angst-ish (mentions of war & concentration camp), comforting each other, tooth rotting fluff at end, she/her pronouns (no use of y/n or 1st person POV, but told from Liebgott's perspective sorta).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: I love how this turned out. Basically this is just my own self-indulgence wish that I could have held and taken care of Liebgott after that scene of him crying in the truck. As always, let me know what you think! I tried a different writing perspective and I like it, hopefully you do too. Comments, likes, and reblogs make me happy and feel validated!

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Joe Liebgott would forever be a different man. Easy Company had just liberated Kaufering IV but that included locking the poor souls back up for the medics to be able to try and get them back from the brink of death. The whole thing had left Joe feeling broken and full of pure rage and despair he didn't know how to get rid of it. So he grabbed a bottle of wine and wondered till he found a tree isolated enough he wouldn't easily be found. He just needed space.

He'd been alone for hours, judging by how low the sun was hanging, bottle long since empty, and eyes sore and dry from tears when he heard a twig snap. Looking around the tree, his heart both swelled and shattered at the sight of the person walking towards him. She was his best friend, been that way since Toccoa and all through the war thus far. The only person that could calm him down when his hot-headedness got the better of him and always had his back in every combat situation. He never had to worry when she was around. She was also the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and had long since accepted that his heart would always speed up a little when she was in eyesight. While his heart had the usual reaction at seeing her, he couldn't help but feel broken anew at the sadness on her face and emptiness in her eyes. He wasn't the only one tore up from their recent experience.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." She speaks barely above a whisper as she drops down next to him, already leaning against his arm.

"I'm sorry, I just had to get away for a while. I should have found you and brought you with me." He leans over to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

There's a beat of silence and then she speaks again, still in a low whisper, "Do you think they'll make it?"

The words are a dagger to his already bruised and bleeding heart. He gives a small sniff, trying to hold back the fresh tears.

"I don't know." He feels her turn her body towards him and knows she's taking in his appearance detail by detail.

"You can let it out, Joe. I know this is tearing you up. Please don't hold it in and let it destroy you." One hand grasps his while the other gently takes his chin and turns his head so their eyes meet. He tries to push the emotions back down and come up with something to say, but he loses all resolve when her hand moves to cup his cheek and wipe away a stray tear that falls out.

Joe is suddenly wrapping his arms around her, pressing his face in the crook of her neck and letting it all out. He feels her shift them so he's laying mostly on her, her back against the tree and arms tightly wrapped around him. One hand is gripping the back of his jacket tightly, holding him to her, the other is gently stroking his head, and when he feels the side of his face getting wet he knows she's crying too.

They stay like that for hours, until the sun is nearly gone and all tears have been let out. Even after the tears, they don't move, finding too much comfort in holding each other. The only thing that gets them finally moving is their stomachs growling. Joe gets up first, holding his hand out to help her up and starts walking them back to find some food. He looks down briefly when he feels her intertwine their fingers and give his hand a squeeze. The first smile he's had in days makes it way across his face and he squeezes her hand back.

As the days dragged on ahead, their bond grew even tighter. There was a new level of safety and vulnerability that blossomed. Hands would brush more often, hugs turned tighter and longer, if they were able to they'd often be found napping together tangled limbs and all. It was as natural as breathing to seek the other out and before Joe knew it, he was hit with the realization that he was head-over-heels in love with his best friend.

The popping of yet another champagne bottle drags Joe from his mulling and takes in the sight around him with a smile. They are in the Eagles Nest, the war in Europe is over and everyone is finally able to relax and celebrate. He's sitting by Webster and Perco, watching the other's talk and laugh, already more than a little drunk. His smile widens when he catches her eye, sitting next to Malarkey and they salute each other from across the room.

"You ever gonna make a move, Lieb?" Perco's question lands like a bomb right in his stomach.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He looks at the man next to him like he's crazy, but inside he's frantic. Is it that obvious?

"Oh come on, Liebgott. The two of you have been attached at the hip the whole war, even back at training. We've all noticed the stolen looks between you. The wars over, just go for it." Webster gives him a shove, pointedly ignoring the glare Joe shoots at him.

"I gotta take a leak." Joe abruptly stands and leaves before either of them can continue their pestering. They're right, he knows they're right. Since accepting his feelings, the only thing that's been holding him back has been the on-going war. Sure there's still Japan to figure out but right now, their immediate part is over and he doesn't have to worry about dying and leaving her or worse losing her any second to a bullet or bomb.

Not actually needing the bathroom, he finds himself wondering the halls of the Eagles Nest and randomly picking a room to go into. It's spacious with a sitting area, a large comfortable bed sitting against the back wall, a door leading to an adjoining bathroom next to it and doors to the right leading to a balcony. He heads to the balcony, throwing the doors open and leans against the railing taking in the mountains and open valley. It's so quiet and peaceful, he doesn't know how to reconcile it with the horrors the owner and occupants have done to the people of this land.

"Why am I always having to search for you?" A soft, happy voice speaks behind him. Joe turns around and feels his breathe catch in his throat at how beautiful and easy going she looks, leaning around the doorframe to the balcony. When he didn't respond, she stands up a little straighter. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Joe shakes his head and moves to stand in-front of her, raising his hand to trail a finger down her cheek. "You're beautiful."

"How drunk are you?" Her voice is playful, but Joe knew his words were having an effect on her based on the blush she now had.

"Not even tipsy. But drunk or sober, you're still beautiful." His hand cups her cheek, tilts her head up a little to fully meet his eyes and he decides to cross that final line. "I love you. I love you fully and completely; body, mind, and soul. I need you, more than I need to breathe. If you don't feel the same, that's fine. I will lock my heart away to keep you in my life however you wish to be. But the war here is done and I'm out of reasons to not tell you how I feel. Tell me you don't feel the same and I'll respect that, but if you feel even close to what I feel please let me know."

Joe see's tears form in her eyes and for a heartbreaking second he's sure she's going to tell him 'no' and walk away. Then he feels her hands on his face and holds his breathe as she rises on her toes, stopping when her lips are barely brushing his.

"I love you, Joe. I'm yours; body, mind and soul." And then her lips are pressing against his and Joe thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Their kiss is passionate and slow, taking full advantage that they don't have to rush and can take their time exploring. Joe starts nudging her backwards, back into the main room and towards the bed. A line of clothes marks their path as they help each other be rid of them, kissing freshly exposed shoulders and necks as they go. Soon enough they've managed to be rid of everything and tumble onto the bed in a heap.

Joe leans back just enough to take in the site of her underneath him. Face flushed, lips swollen and glossy from kissing, hair spread out like a halo, chest rising and falling hard as she tries to catch her breathe. He leans his head down pressing kisses to her neck, trailing down her collarbone, around the swell of her breast and ending at her nipple. He takes his time delivering languid licks and sucks, making her skin pucker and rise. Not wanting to leave the other one out of the fun, his hand cups, massages and pinches a little on the flesh there, his other hand hasn't stopped caressing any part of her skin he can reach.

If he has any doubts of how he's making her feel, the gasps and moans falling from her lips dispel them quickly. Soon enough her hands are in his hair and scratching down his back as she wraps her legs around his waist pulling him closer. Joe stops his minstrations on her breast with a groan when his erection is pressed right against her wet core and he can't help but roll his hips into her again. This time they both moan.

"Joe, please. I need you." Her voice is ragged and the lustful look in her eyes almost has him finishing right then. He shifts to the side a little, giving him room to run his hand down her side and cup her core. She's soaking and his brain short circuits a little.

His fingers make quick work of making sure she is coated properly, detouring to her clit to rub until she starts to whimper and pull at him. As he meets her eyes, he raises his fingers to his lips and sucks her taste off of them.

"Goddamn, baby. Next time I'm spending hours down there." He rushes out as he positions himself at her entrance. "But if I don't have you soon, I might die." He looks at her for confirmation that she's ready and when she nods, he starts pushing in slowly.

They groan together at the feel of him sliding into place like a puzzle piece coming home. Once he's bottomed out, he drops down to his elbows, putting more of himself on top of her and rests his forehead against hers. Her thighs tighten around him as she turns her head to kiss him.

"Move. Please." She bites his bottom lip at the same time she scratches his back again.

"Yes ma'am." He presses his lips firmly to her, swallowing the moan she lets out as he pulls out and quickly snaps back in. He finds a steady rhythm, angling his hips just right so he's brushing that sweet spot within her. Her back bows, pressing her chest further into his and exposes her neck to his lips. He doesn't waste any time placing a hard bite where it'll be hard to hide the mark already forming. This spurs something in her and soon her hands are in his hair, tugging his head to the side as she returns the favor.

Joe can tell she starts to get close to her release, as her walls start fluttering around him and her moans start becoming more frequent. He raises himself up, gripping the headboard with one hand and dropping his other hand down to rub her clit.

"I know you're close baby. Look at me as you let go." His voice is deep and commanding. Her eyes immediately lock onto his and his movements pick up speed. A few more hard thrusts and a pinch on her clit and she's moaning his name and clamping down around him. The feeling of her combined with his name falling from her lips like a prayer has him falling right behind her.

As they come down from their highs, they exchange slow kisses and 'I love you's'.

Bonus scene:

Not wanting to waste a beautiful day, the guys had decided to have an impromptu baseball game. Joe stood in his spot, waiting to bat next, sending a smile and wave to the stands where his girl was watching and cheering. They were getting ready for the next play when Winters came strolling across the field. They all crowded around him, fully expecting to hear their deployment orders for fighting Japan. Instead he was giving them the best news they'd heard since VE day. Japan had surrendered. The war, all of it, was finally over.

All the guys started cheering, exchanging hugs and pats on the backs. Joe see's her coming towards them at an easy jog, a curious look on her face. He gives her the biggest smile and runs right up to her, lifting her in his arms and spins her around.

"Japan surrendered. It's over. We're going home." Her smile matches his as she fully takes in his words and hugs him back. Just as quick as it started, Joe stops spinning her and sets her down on her feet, then he's down on one knee, holding her hands.

"Marry me. Come back home with me. Or wherever you wanna live. I don't care. Just marry me, please." Everything dulls around the edges as he holds his breathe, waiting for her response.

"Yes, Joe!" She smiles bright enough to blind the sun and then starts laughing when he jumps back up and starts spinning her around again. The only sound is the cheering of their friends and their hearts beating in sync.

#joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #hbo war #hbo band of brothers

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPTS * assorted lines from her albums

meet me at midnight.

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i snuck in through the garden gate.

they say looks can kill, and i might try.

tell me to run.

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.

i play it cool with the best of them.

love's a game. wanna play?

maybe we got lost in translation.

no one's celebrating.

don't say i didn't warn you.

we're dancing all night.

i didn't choose this town.

i should just tell you to leave.

you can try to change my mind.

we were both young when i first saw you.

let's get out of this town.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

i'd live and die for moments that we stole.

what would he do if he found us out?

all this shit is new to me.

i could show you incredible things.

i waited ages to see you there.

i miss you.

i should not be left to my own devices.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

please don't go.

get it off your chest.

you look like my next mistake.

you told your family for a reason.

maybe i asked for too much.

can i go where you go?

i know it's long gone.

i think it's time to teach some lessons.

life will lose all meaning.

you're on your own, kid.

what you heard is true.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

everybody wants you.

boys only want love if it's torture.

nice to meet you. where you been?

one day i'll watch as you're leaving.

nothing lasts forever.

you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them.

i don't remember.

i called a taxi to take me there.

he's gonna burn this house to the ground.

i just sit here and wait.

i can read you like a magazine.

i think i've been too good of a girl.

you might have to wait in line.

close your eyes.

the blame is on me.

save all your dirtiest jokes for me.

get it off my desk.

you started it.

the jokes weren't funny.

i think i've been a little too kind.

you're not sure which is worse.

say you'll remember me.

i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

i'd like to be my old self again.

we're dead if they knew.

you've got no reason to be afraid.

by the way, i'm going out tonight.

i can picture it after all these days.

we never go out of style.

i heard you moved on.

we're young, and we're reckless.

i know you heard about me.

you were everything to me.

i've been dressing for revenge.

can we always be this close forever and ever?

i cried like a baby coming home from the bar.

no one has to know what we do.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

this is our place. we make the call.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

something about it felt like home somehow.

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

how's one to know?

i polish up real nice.

you can tell me when it's over.

do you have a man?

the worst is yet to come.

will you please stand?

don't be afraid. we'll make it out of this mess.

i dropped your hand while dancing.

this dorm was once a madhouse.

hey, let's be friends.

don't get sad. get even.

you're talking shit for the hell of it.

you'll never have to be alone.

you love the game.

it's coming back around.

i get drunk on jealousy.

where do you think she got it from?

your opal eyes are all i wish to see.

i remember it all too well.

you wouldn't know what i mean.

don't put me in the basement.

i can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

you'll come back each time you leave.

i love you and that's all i really know.

i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch.

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weird-bookworm · 1 year

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ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

a/n: been wanting to do this for a long time now, hopefully y'all will like it <3 i don't really do reader x member stuff though, so this'll just either be member x member ships or no romance at all 😅

pairing: jihancheol, junhao, verkwan

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, romance (kinda), angst (?), mafia

warnings: slight mentions of non-graphic violence, illegal stuff obviously

handles the covers

has a chain of legitimate businesses

the earnings make the employees' salaries

but also funds svt

adding in to the earnings from their shady businesses

belongs to a very rich family

just a successful young ceo to the world

the loud adorable member to svt

really good at singing

even better at acting

no one from his companies can tell that he is sunshine personified

because he's the cold hearted and kind but firm ceo to them

handles a few different tech firms

(including the one where wonwoo pretends he works)

recently acquired a restaurant franchise

svt had to hire more members to take care of it

because while he isn't anything less than a one man army sometimes

handling too many things is not his cup of tea

has paperwork for every member of svt

saying that they work under him

just in case the gang's compromised

they'll have actual jobs and enough money for a while

works closely with joshua

and vernon

has separate basement offices in every building he owns

for both of them to work in

sometimes wonwoo joins them

a lot of svt's recruits work under him

they work with wonwoo and vernon during missions

to get them info

so that joshua and vernon can get to work

said information is given to the rest of the group for further plan making

often works from home

helps mingyu with the cooking

and the house maintenance

questions why they don't have hired house help on a daily basis

especially since they practically live in the headquarters

which is no less than a mansion

often does weird shit unprompted

in charge of svt's money management along with jihoon

his family doesn't know about his real job either

Mingyu

the doctor

because he's pretty smart

(also pretty dumb)

and very very clumsy

says it is better that his job doesn't require him to go on field

or he'll get someone killed

the members also collectively agree

saying that he cooks good food while they're away on missions

he retaliates saying that he cooks food even when they aren't on missions

secretly pleased they like his cooking

even though he knew that already

his recruitment was completely accidental

prompted by him saving seungcheol's life

was planning to attend medical college when his foster parents threw him out

was struggling

how was a 16 year old supposed to take care of himself

they didn't even let him pack his bags

or notify his previous orphanage that they couldn't afford to take care of him anymore

was wandering a dark alleyway a week later

near the bins, searching for edible food

when he found a guy bleeding out quite aggressively

(the man was seungcheol, but he didn't know back then)

the stranger had apparently gotten into a scuffle and had been shot

but the bullet had just grazed him and left a deep gash instead

helped patch seungcheol up

and helped him get back to his apartment

where joshua offered him a place to stay for a while

he was supposed to move out within a few days

was afraid they'd kick him out after a week

but no one said anything so he didn't either

felt guilty after a month and brought it up with jeonghan

who just laughed and said that he's a part of the family now

jihoon was the one to bring up his education

they sent him to a medical college like he wanted to after 2 years

used to be constantly worried about the others in the start

but now knows their pain tolerance and level headedness is higher than he thinks

and trusts himself too

once cooked dinner for the thirteen of them (hygienically) while cleaning jun's wounds

a 6 ft soft giant

swoon worthy

a total dork though

The8

master poisoner

in charge of poisons and drugs

not only their trade

but also their production

runs a small neat production unit under svt

where he experiments with all sorts of chemicals and whatnot

has made drugs in all forms and disguises

for example, he has one which can be used as nail polish

dries and looks like actual nail polish

dip the finger in any liquid, except saliva, for exactly 7 seconds and it dissolves

has made small charms to be hung on bracelets or to be worn as pendants or rings

they contain tiny amounts of lethal poisons

has different "homemade" drugs for different purposes

made copies of the neat list which stated the dosage, use and method of administration

stuck them on all four fridges (yes, four, they eat like ogres) of the mansion

always makes sure that all his drugs and poisons have a cure, even lethal ones

but also makes sure that said cures are only with him

another chinese

trained in chinese wushu

has won over 40 contests since he was 6

fond of reading

a talented dancer

in love with teas and wines

sleight of hand

better than his boyfriend's

often accompanies jeonghan and jun on their missions

most of the times, even his members don't realise when he slips drugs in the target's glasses or plates

great sense of fashion

sassy as fuck

✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

infamous for his prompt savage rebuttals

especially to soonyoung

even though he is one of the members who babies soonyoung the most

meditation is practically a lifestyle at this point

usually calm and serene

very wise and stable

knows how to have fun though

unexpectedly kinky

(jun is his bf though so not that surprising)

part of the '97 squad along with mingyu and seokmin, a group of same aged friends with people from different ally gangs such as bts and got7

him and jun are also close friends with other chinese people in different ally gangs, same aged or not

a soft little dumpling in reality

Seungkwan

deals with trade and arms

along with chan

but his job, predominantly, is to overlook dealings

and trade

svt ships arms and other stolen goods

also overlooks that entire department

one of the youngers

got the hyung vibe anyway

gets annoyed really easily

specially with chan

the drama queen of the gang

very entertaining

as long as it's not you he's roasting the shit out of

from jeju-do

how he ended up in a seoul gang is still very much unknown to him

especially because he comes from an adorable middle class family

can be unexpectedly shy

the members often tease him by calling him a tangerine

gets ready to murder in reply

unless hansol says it ofc

then he just blushes

very round

very squishy

do not fight if mingyu is not around

god knows he'e the only one who can physically hold him back

another sassy bitch

and another ✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

very close with his sisters

won't admit it

but pouts a lot

is forever suffering from some kind of second hand embarrassment

has an ongoing feud with mingyu

and soonyoung

and specially chan

secretly loves them though

always has some sort of blackmail on everyone

unexpectedly stupid

whipped™ for hansol

has excellent memory

Vernon

scammer

almost as good wonwoo with computers

is always on field with joshua

usually out of sight though

very calm and collected

usually

half american

his family lives in america

so he never has to worry about them

originally worked as their fake bait

used to pretend like he is their prized boy toy

then sell him for something else

only to never let him leave at all

aka they killed the other party

they failed to do so once

he had to pretend to be shy

and sultry

while still also protecting his dignity

for a week straight

at least the bracelet he had was fitted with a microphone

and a tiny speaker

courtesy of wonwoo

so he was in contact with them the entire time

they decided to not play with another member's life after the incident

and hansol started working with wonwoo and joshua

to scam entire gangs

too good at his job

no one ever realises they even got scammed for the longest time

and when they do, it's practically impossible o trace it back to svt

very reliable

and stable

whipped for seungkwan

best friends with chan

almost more maknae then chan

one of the few people who's barely ever bullied by the members

too good at dad jokes

but they're also pretty rare

has a very strong personality

weirdly fond of hats

might be more whipped for cats than he is for seungkwan

which is saying something

svt has a cat in the headquarters

because of him

very easygoing

tends to take a long time doing everyday tasks

Dino

arms

except he makes and experiments with them

instead of trading

they call him their little iron man (💀)

has an insane stamina

in love with anything explosive

another hapkido back belt

in charge of training the new recruits

runs a gun shop as a side business

it's legitimate

used to train for the military

changed career courses when he found out about svt accidentally

was actually on the way to a relative's house

gave the wrong address to the taxi driver

svt, on the other hand, were waiting for a new recruit

jihoon had orchestrated a complicated surprise test for him

was very surprised when the taxi left him in front of a mansion instead of a rundown apartment building

was even more baffled when around ten men in suits who looked like they came straight from an action thriller jumped at him

fight or flight instinct was on

didn't know what was happening

but fought anyway

couldn't defeat them

but did manage to get a word in to jihoon

who was surprised to know chan wasn't the recruit

offered him a good price to join

chan accepted

never really did get around to visiting that relative though hmm

svt tends to have a upper hand in most situations

a major reason for which is their upgraded weaponry

very loved as the maknae

has to be the most bullied maknae in history though 💀

the group's punching bag (lovingly)

when i tell you they throw him around like a rag doll

(sometimes physically, he is pretty tiny)

emotionally wiser than you'd think

everyone would unanimously agree that he is the most passionate member

he is also jeonghan hyung's baby

one of the few members who didn't grow up with the group

a/n: yikes, this took a long time. anyway, reviews are always welcome!

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commander-rahrah · 5 months

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Only for him - Gale x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gale x GN!Reader Word Count: ~ 530 Warnings/Tags: act 2 spoilers, angst, hurt, talk of death and blood, eventually happyish?, no use of y/n, some in game dialogue Setting: Act 2, Ilithid Colony under Moonrise Towers

archiveofourown: here

masterlist: here

I've been flipping back in forth between my fics, while also finishing up my most recent playthrough of my fighter Tav x Gale romance save. And I couldn't help but want to make more of an angsty/hurt version of the conversation you have with him when you convince Gale to not blow himself the eff up in Moonrise Towers.

For the purposes of this tiny little ficlit, Tav/Reader is a melee tank (fighter, paladin, etc.) Folk Hero who has been through the ringer, lost many people and is just very... very tired. And has been waiting to get their own happy ending for so long that they thought it would never happen.

Anyways, I have enough on my plate with my two fics so I'm not committing to anything but I really enjoyed fleshing out this little headcannon dream I had while playing my newest playthrough. And I think Gale deserves all the love too! Thank you for reading, and if you liked it let a girl know!

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"This is it. I must do as Mystra commands." Gale took a steadying breath, his brown eyes looking anywhere but you. He had them focused ahead, on the monstrosity that was the so-called Absolute.

His leather boot took one step forward, but his movement halted as you stepped in front of him. Your heart was aching, a real physical pain cracking through it. "Gale, you cannot do this. Please, don't do this." You begged, your armored hand wrapped around his bound forearm.

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed thickly, "What choice do I have? More than just a goddess counts on my courage: whole worlds hang in the balance." His dark eyes looked at you sadly, anguish etching the features of his face as his wrist turned so he could hold back onto you. His fingers trembling like it would be his last touch.

Your lips quivered as you stepped closer to him. Even in this dank, evil abyss under the Tower you breathed in his familiar, warm scent. "I have spent my entire life fighting and bleeding. All I have known is death. I have stared it down on my knees, shattered and broken - even if it never came to take me, it took everyone else. And I was… so tired, so ready to give up." Tears were welling in your eyes, emotion crawling up your throat until your words choked out of you. "But then I met you. And all of it, every screaming muscle as I swung my blade, every aching bone as I took another hit, every drop of blood, every scream and tear shed... all of it was worth it. Because it led to you."

Tears were streaming down both of your cheeks now, leaving lines of clean skin as it cut through the dust and dirt and blood that stained your face. "Please, Gale - my love. Don't do this. We have time. We can have time." You grabbed either side of his face, his brown eyes softening as you tipped your forehead onto his. Your voice was a whisper, "I choose you, Gale. Not the wizard, not the sacrifice or Goddess' pawn. The man I love. Choose me back. The one who loves you. We can find another way together. I love you."

"I love you too. Much more than myself. More even than Mystra. Whether I condemn this world or not: I choose you." He nodded, his forehead still pressed tightly to yours as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

It was not the time nor place for such gentle acts of love. Not with an abomination around the corner, not with an undying man waiting to unleash his evil machinations on the world so close by. But you could not help yourself, not when it came to Gale. You pressed your lips harder to his for just a moment longer, memorizing the feeling and taste of him before you pulled away.

The pair of you nodded at each other breathlessly, eyes shifting with determination.

You would draw your sword and hold up your shield again. You would fight another day. Fight for another lifetime. You would stare down and ward off death once again. If only for him. Only for him.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale/tav #gale/reader #gale x gn!reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Heya! Hope your days going well!! I was wondering if you could do something with Shamura and a cat reader?Something along the lines of Shamura mistaking the reader for being Narinder because of the injury they sustained from Narinder’s attack and being extra caring and parently(that’s not even a word but oh well)towards them because of the fact they genuinely think the reader is Narinder??Something angsty with some comfort on the top if it’s alright??

Anon this is genuinely the saddest COTL ask I've ever received how dare you /lh

.............

"Lord Shamura? Your bandages are bleeding heavily again. They’re due for a change."

"Oh..they are?" The bishop put a hand to their head, immediately feeling the warm, sticky blood that seeped out of the bandages. And when they looked, they frowned slightly as their palm was stained with crimson. "So they are. Very well, then. You know what to do...."

However, as Shamura looked down at you, a simple feline follower with a bundle of gauze in-hand, they blinked a few times.

They were slow blinks, as if they were struggling to stay awake, yet they suddenly widened as if shocked by something.

You, in turn, gazed up at them in concern, wondering what was going through their mind--or at least what little of it remained.

Since Narinder's betrayal, they clearly haven't been the same. The bishop would catch themselves repeating phrases often. Even sermons that were once full of wisdom and guidance were now reduced to word salads. Some followers have dissented due to a loss of faith in their leader, believing them to be incompetent and incapable, while others believed and stayed in the cult...such as yourself.

The least they could do was still offer you protection against the monsters in Silk Cradle. And that was more than enough for you.

Yet from the strange way Shamura looked at you, it was worrying. Especially when you noticed tears welling up in all four of their remaining eyes as they kneeled before you.

Were they plagued by yet another troubling vision? Was their pain becoming too great?

“My lord, it’s alright.” You stepped closer, taking their hand with urgency. “Let me help-”

“Narinder..y-you’re here. You have returned to us.”

Time seemed to stand still as you froze, becoming even more confused than ever before. But before you could say anything, they did something completely unexpected:

They embraced you, nearly enveloping you in their cloak.

The gauze slipped from your hands out of sheer shock. You were tense, unsure of what to do right now, although your arms slowly found themselves wrapping around the spider, too.

Did they..mistake you for their enchained brother? All because you were a cat?

Not only that, but Shamura, the Bishop of War who always preached about being an “untouchable deity”, was hugging you like you were a long-lost friend...or family member.

This wasn’t like them. But then again..they haven’t been the same since the incident.

"Forgive me, brother. I never wanted this...no..I-I never wanted this. Never. It was wrong to cast you out. I’ve missed you so much..please don't leave me. Don't hate me." They begged with a broken tone of voice. “Don’t hate me..”

"Um..Shamura, I’m...I’m not...." You started, though the mere thought of breaking the illusion made you stop.

How could you? When you knew that Shamura had been nothing but grief-striken over Narinder's exile for years. And the pain it caused them when they personally put him in chains--especially the physical aspect.

Perhaps that's why they were so convinced that you were him. Their mind is far too damaged to tell what's real and what's not.

It seemed wrong to take advantage of their confusion. But your life's purpose as to pacify your leader by any means necessary.

So you shall do it this way, too.

“You’re not...what?”

You pulled out of the hug, paws reaching up to cup both sides of their face (at least to the best of your ability). With your thumbs you gently wiped away the few tears that managed to slip down, and you gave them a smile.

"..I'm not going anywhere."

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl shamura #bishop shamura #feline reader #angst #hurt/comfort

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rosesvioletshardy · 2 years

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eddie, my love - e.m

okay so this was actually inspired by this post (there is spoilers so be careful if you haven't watched it yet) from @pixiestookmybrain so fair warning this will contain spoilers

this will always contain lines and spoilers from the episode

summary: he meant everything to you and would do anything, until you saw he wasn't lying and fate meets up with him

warnings: angst, ST4 Vol 2 SPOILERS,

# of words: 550

eddie masterlist

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You were exhausted.

You didn't know if you could take it anymore, but you continued.

You had too.

For Max.

For all your friends.

But specifically, for Eddie.

Before heading down, the two of you had promised that you wouldn’t speak of anything bad happening to each other. Always promised that whatever happens, happens. Until it happened.

The one thing you didn’t want to happen. Not to anyone. Specifically not to Eddie.

Dustin tried holding you back but he couldn’t as you ran towards him. Nancy, Robin, and Steve looking on, sadness in their eyes, watching as you ran to Eddie and tried to stop the bleeding but it was too much for you to handle. Grabbing his hand as he looked up at you and tried to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes

“No. No, you can’t die on me Eddie please.” you sobbed out

“I didn’t run away this time.”

“No, you didn’t. This was supposed to be our year. We were supposed to graduate together”

“Go and finish everything. For me please” he choked out

“I can’t. We were supposed to do this together. You and me, remember. We were supposed to clear your name, graduate, and move away from hawkins, remember?”

“Make sure henderson never changes. He’s going to need all the help there is about everything. Tell him to look after those little sheep for me, okay.” he whispered knowing his final moments were coming

“You’re going to do that yourself. Eddie, please. You’re such a great role model and friend for him. He needs you.” you managed to choke out as the tears got stronger

“Nah, sweetheart. Tell me, you’re going to look after him. Say it”

“I’m going to look after them. I love you” you sobbed

“Good, cause i’m actually going to graduate.” he laughed out

“I think it’s our year princess. I think it’s finally my year” he struggled

“I love you princess” he let out one last time and that’s when it hit you. He always put the “too” afterwards but this time he didn’t. Even though he always meant it when he said it, this time it felt more real for him.

During the summer, he always said that the year of 86 was going to be the year where he turned things around, and for the most part he did. You kept running your fingers through his hair and across his face, feeling his breathing get slower, and slower. And suddenly you couldn’t feel his chest moving anymore. Screaming, as you held him tighter in your arms. Dustin hugging Steve, crying as well after seeing one of the few male figures in his life die.

Lowering your head down, bringing Eddie more into your chest, hugging him, and holding his hand, you began to sing in a low mumble tone, choking through each of the words.

Eddie, my love, I love you so

How I wanted for you, you'll never know

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Eddie, please write me one line

Tell me your love is still only mine

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

You left me last March

To return to me before long

But all I do is cry myself to sleep

Eddie, since you've been gone

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #more tags will be added soon idk

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septembersghost · 1 year

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What shocks me is that when that album came out every swiftie believed she loved him unless you thought it was pr. But 10 years later I have seen swifties claiming she only loved calvin jake and joe and harry while loved her she didn't love him back. And she wanted him as a fun hookup after everything with jake. Like if she only wanted him for hookups

She wouldn't have told him 'let's date again'

She wouldn't have made those snarky tour speeches where she said "people think they can walk in and out of your life anytime they want to" or every other AYHTDWS comment.

She wouldn't have got emotional during this love and removed it from the setlist

She wouldn't have gotten emotional during wonderland in 2018(nearly 3 years after their final interaction) after finding out he loved her

She wouldn't have gotten petty regarding AYHTDWS ryan Adam's interview("you could've stayed you didnt. So bye I dont miss you")

The 'immature' tumblr like(for which harries came for her)

Like the whole point of it was she thought she was the one who was more into him(she talked about being into him and excitedly texting him while he took hrs to give reply and he only came for hookups) but he loved her too much too but she found out too late. (This is my personal interpretation but 'I wounded the good and trusted the wicked seemed like trusting C over H to ME but it is personal).

i don't want this to be mean, but i feel like lyric comprehension and general media literacy in regards to what she's saying musically, and even what she's depicting visually, has plummeted lately, and i'm uncertain if quite a bit of that is due to a massive influx of new fans (who i'm happy to have join us!) who simply don't HAVE that context? or confusion over the real aspects of folkmore bleeding into everything else? which is understandable, but it's not difficult to find out more before making snap judgments. (it's nuts that anyone ever uses the pr accusation btw, the songs from both of them are clear and real. as if they would expend that much energy lying? please.) the frustrations and emotions she showed, and then what he further revealed, paint a clear picture. timing is a funny thing...

that part of daylight has had a different interpretation in my head, though that was long before midnights, so we do have even more reason to see C in the "trusted the wicked" line, and it easily could be about many situations (the kw/kk phone call, scott b., times she hurt joe, friends she felt she hadn't done right by or people she's ghosted, c and h, etc). i think that's something that has haunted her, the idea that she's put faith in people who have betrayed and hurt her deeply, and that she's lashed out at or let down people who are good and true and whom she loves. which i think most of us struggle with at one point, that lyric has a lot of resonance.

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches #haylor #surprising i *hadn't* associated that line with him considering i do not like him sdkjlgfsjkl

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catchmeifyoucansalvatore · 6 months

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Killian,

I rewrote the beginning of this letter over and over again. Nothing remained for long but your name, staring back at me from the first line, forcing my heart to crash against the walls of my chest; like an animal in a cage. I feel your absence like insects miss the light and I fear that my days, even if they are filled with the realisation of my trivial little desires, will become nothing more than a heap of indissoluble darkness.

I understand that it was my choice to cut across the ocean and that only I have to deal with the disastrous consequences of my ambition - but, at least for this moment, while we're alone, can I afford the luxury of regret? Of your qualities, the fact that you didn't judge my reckless attitudes was always one of the most beautiful, always ready to hold my hand when the journey I chose was too long for my lungs - always ready to catch my body exhausted by risky decisions.

England has been nothing but unfinished lessons and petty desires. Lucy has been very patient in teaching me the piano; for the first time in two months, she hasn't used the whip to correct my wrong movements. I've been reading tirelessly, the history of the stars, of the earth, of human nature in its most liquid form; I say this because we are taught that, apart from bodies, our greatest insight into human beings lies in their minds, not just in the way their skin protects them or their organs operate, but in their psyches. With so many discoveries, I feel even more insane. It's as if knowing how the human brain works is gradually melting mine almost completely - not because it's too much teaching, too much content or too difficult, but because studying feelings makes them too real. And feeling always brings me to the point that I miss you. I miss you so much that I could jump right out of this window if I were sure that you were waiting for me. I'd choose to drown myself in Lake Buttermere, where we practise arrow shooting, just to make sure you'd be there... Sitting under-water... Waiting for me.

Silly... I know.

I think of New York every night. I think of you as soon as my eyes open in the morning and every time I'm transported to the world of dreams. I think of you when I'm alone and when the world of literature seems to say your name; those damned poems, about soul, body and hearts that coil around each other like snakes. Killian. Killian. Killian. I think of you at the most inappropriate moments a lady should think - or be. Like when Gennevivie removes the ties from my dress and I remember how quickly your fingers slid through the silk, knowing my armour as well as my body. I think of you when I bleed, certain that this is the only way to endure the torments of my new life; I think of you every time I wonder how long it would take for Vronsky to realise that one of his poisons is missing. I think of you with the same rebelliousness, harshness and brutality as a viper on fire.

But you don't belong to me. Of course you don't.

You promised you'd save me. And you said we didn't need much. You made me believe that my choices were right, that all my sacrifices would somehow, if you were the right person, return me to your arms.

And I hate you so much for making me believe that.

You said I should finally use this time to write my book. To let my mind run wild, through the poison of pain and loneliness and sadness and despair, to untie those knots, to spit out my insanity and the acid sweat that you said was pouring from my collarbones; you said I could use my words to spill my demons out of me, like rain, like blood from my wrists.

But, my love, my evil darling... In this hell, all my damn words are about you.

I dream of being in your arms again. After our great war; when we're out of danger.

When our enemies disappear.

If we are unable to realise our dream,

Who knows, I think to myself, alone, in the waves of my despair,

Would you save a bullet for me?

With aching love,

Yulia.

ps: please remember to burn this one too.

Yulia Skarzara's letter, from the Kazhiev Chronicles by A.L.

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dulcetpill · 1 year

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hiya! for the beyond evil ask thing 🎵

Thank youuu for interacting, you lovely person with a very good name<3

🎵 What five songs do you associate with Beyond Evil?

I realized I don’t have that many song associations in general, especially if not counting those that are caused by fandom video edits. Quite often, listening to a song and hearing an exceptionally good line, I get a moment of association (“oooh, this is so jwds-core!!”), but the song as a whole doesn’t make me think about Beyond Evil (or any other media for that matter). But I’ll try to scrounge up some good ones and not cheat with easy fandom-edit picks :P

Дарья Виардо — Возвращайся домой Daria Viardo — Come Back Home

A gentle, sorrowful song in Russian about dealing with loss, pointlessly hoping that your loved one will come back home just like usual, as if returning from a very long walk.

“But I wait on the porch I’m covered in mold But I wait on the porch In the hope of saying “hello” once more.”

It’s so Dongsik-about-Yuyeon… I even contemplated making an edit with this song, but I don’t have the will to cut all of the appropriate footage for it, and not many people would be able to appreciate it fully anyway. But the song is still wonderful. A real tearjerker.

“And even if I know There won’t be a miraculous day The sky won’t give you back And the door lock won’t click… You won’t come back home Won’t come back home You’ll never come back home. But I still feel like…”

Nothing But Thieves — Your Blood

Listen. LISTEN. Your Blood is basically Han Juwon (Daddy Issues Edition): The Song.

“You know it's your blood that I bleed Tell me that there's some way that I'll get through the night. I carry your moral disease I don't wanna be something I'm not to stay alive.”

I literally spent a whole night writing a cheesy twitter thread about Juwon while listening to nothing but this song, even though it’s much more somber than the feeling I was trying to invoke. Because it’s just. So. Juwon. Ugh. Listening to this makes me really want to play some golf. At night. In the rain. You know the feeling.

“Oh no, there's no escape No matter how I try Now I'm stuck on one day For the rest of my life.”

Stephen Sondheim Company OST — Being Alive (by Raúl Esparza)

And this version. THE jwds song, I'm not joking. From Juwon’s POV, because he’s such a miserable flop (I love him so much).

“Someone to hold you too close Someone to hurt you too deep Someone to sit in your chair To ruin your sleep Someone to need you too much Someone to know you too well Someone to pull you up short To put you through hell.”

Even trying to quote it feels silly, because every single line is just IT. Such a powerful, beautiful song, really.

“Make me confused Mock me with praise Let me be used Vary my days.”

I want(ed) to make an edit with this one, too, but I couldn’t even decide on which version to choose… Maybe there's someone more capable than me who'll actually do it one day.

“Somebody crowd me with love Somebody force me to care Somebody let me come through I'll always be there As frightened as you To help us survive Being alive.”

Tamino — Indigo Night

It’s a perfect fit for Juwon, I’m a little insane about it. (Please do not notice that this is my third Juwon association, please do not perceive me.)

“He says, “I, I have seen the world's most beautiful places Still I feel, as If I'm a walking machine Watching it all through a screen There is nothing in between to me This might as well not be real.”

It’s a song about Juwon being his miserable self (though not as self-aware), and Manyang gang teaching him how to finally not be a flop who thinks having no friends is a flex, basically.

“And he cries, “Why can't I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning? It feels like I've always been blind I don't know why you girls are so kind For there are so many in line Whose lives aren't as lost as mine.”

Think of Juwon obsessing over that one stalker photo of Manyang gang gathered at Jaeyi’s, eating and having fun, so full of life and joy. And Juwon being anything but. Until he actually meets Dongsik and the rest and learns how to eat soup with the love of his life staring at him across the table so lovingly. Yeah.

“’Cause he's never been More alive.”

Florence + The Machine — No Choir

Beyond Evil finale from Dongsik’s POV. And post-canon, too. Dongsik and Juwon, Dongsik and his Manyang gang. Just eating well, sleeping well, having people you love around is enough to be happy—and to just be.

“And it's hard to write about being happy 'Cause, the older I get I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject. And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus could come in About two people sitting doing nothing.”

The song fits with the feeling of the show’s ending so well. It’s so… mellow, yet melancholic, yet light and soothing.

“But I must confess I did it all for myself I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear But the loneliness never left me I always took it with me But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company.”

To some people the ending was too soft or too open-ended, rather unsatisfying, not dramatic enough. But that’s what made it so perfect in my eyes. The mystery is solved, the chase is over, all that is left is the unspoken words, the smiles, the silent promises, all of the implied in-betweens… The show’s over, practically dead, yet, to me, the characters couldn’t be more alive, continuing on with their quiet lives filled with quiet love. I hope they’re pooping well, too.

“And there will be no grand choirs to sing No chorus will come in No ballad will be written This will be entirely forgotten.”

#beyond evil #(s)pill it out

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russilton · 2 years

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Mark, buckle up. 😭

I'm such a sucker for playlists, I'm already currently making my way through the ones you linked. I absolutely L O V E the upbeat art playlist, it screams of Gewis podiums and happiness and success and love and attraction, y e s! Britcedes supremacy & good vibes. Good stuff. 🎉

IWLYN, that's the kind of thing that almost makes me chocke up a little. Sad and hopeful, raw, romantic but also angsty.

Actually, let me go into a bit of detail real quick - Fools is such a Lewis POV song, right. I've seen that one in a lot of playlists before and it fits and it hurts everytime.

Such good friends, it has to end, it always does. That's the way life is.

Do we take that risk?

And so it all boils down to this. We've got our aim, but we might miss. We are too fragile just to guess.

And I've been in this place before.

There's want, but there's also fear and apprehension. It's about the damage of past experiences fighting against the hopefulness for a good outcome...

Wonder came on directly afterwards and, for my money, that's such a George POV song, isn't it. There's a different kind of vulnerability here, one that really feels younger. This one doesn't speak of past hurt that has left some lasting effects but it does speak of insecurity. Hesitancy and self doubt clashing with admiration and so much longing, sooo much longing. And persistance.

You're completely off limits, for more reasons than just one. But I can't stop. You're the centre of attention, you control the atmosphere. You're so busy being busy, I don't want to interfere. But I can't stop.

Also: The future's far less daunting walking into it with you - that's the most Britcedes line to ever britcedes, come on.

(Song rec-ish, what are your thoughts on Little Did I Know by Julia Michaels/Willow by TS? Two of my Top 10 Gewis songs and I can't help but think that they fit the vibe of the IWLYN playlist very well)

I have yet to listen to the RB AU playlist, but I've already seen that Do I Wanna Know is on it - of course it is. So on brand. I also feel like you've hit the spot with I Don't Know Why. Because yes, that's the vibe of this story. And Bleeding Out? COME ON. Feels! So many feels!

Don't worry, I'm not going to write an entire thesis on every single one of your song choices and the different interpretations and scenarios that pop into my head when considering them. But. I COULD. They're such good choices.

(Btw, do you also listen to music whilst writing or only when drawing?)

This ask is SO out of proportion, please. Please be nice to me, I'm just excited, I swear I'll leave you alone. 😂 Before I run I will exploit you, though. I really want to tag @thatsmemate here and now and ask where the playlist for her AU is, because. BECAUSE.

Ok bye 👋🏻

Gonna stick my whole answer under a read more because this post got v long and I already spam the dash enough

I love your analysis of fools and wonder. Those songs and sick of loosing soulmates are my go to angsty otp songs, because they’re so… tentative. They’re about longing and TRYING for more. And that’s kind of what George and Lewis are for each other and for racing. It’s about trying in the face of uncertainty. I used to listen to them on repeat as I read fanfic, just over and over.

I think you’ll like run for cover, it’s mostly songs about antagonising each other, pushing boundaries but still being drawn back together. But there’s also some that are just about the cost of perfection; those are about how George feels like working for redbull is like having a knife held to his throat, constantly on the edge of falling. Lewis is all about playing with fire, red bull is the stinging burn.

I very much like your song recs and they have now both been added. Kimy will be delighted I’ve finally added a Taylor song lol. I’m not very musically educated, I get most of my songs from either the radio (I listen to 80’s radio with my dad a lot), exercise playlists, or YouTubers using it for montage music or animated music videos. And tiktok, a lot comes from tiktok. Sue me. The rest will be my dads influence. He likes Coldplay, muse, imagine dragons, arctic monkeys, and therefore, so do I lmao.

I’d say I actually listen to purely music while I write MORE than when I draw. I can watch anything while I draw, I spend a lot of time watching the Simpsons or family guy on marathon while I draw because it’s a very brain off kind of activity. Part of the little cocktail of Autism and Adhd in my brain means I find it hard to do ONE thing at a time, or my brain gets too loud. Because art is a physical thing, I can watch tv while I work. When I write it needs more brain power so I find it harder to have TV on. I used to have to write in complete silence and I *hated* it. I also find a good music playlist now keeps me on track for the mood I wanted, which in AIWLYN and Run for Cover is really important. Otherwise I just use the good vibes list hahaha

This ask is not out of proportion, and don’t you dare leave me alone, trust me this is the exact kinda shit that gets people like me clapping excitedly. I LOVE people talking about things I’ve worked on or created, it’s like a drug. Why do you think I’m always begging for tags and comments! It’s! My! Shit!

#asks #anonymous #mark’s playlists #redbull george au #aiwlyn

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cadaverousdecay · 2 years

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ai stigmata tumblr shitposts

if you've ever been curious about what it's like to have stigmata, just know that it's not all it's cracked up to be. sure, you might get a little bit of attention from people who are into that sort of thing, but it's not worth the constant pain and bleeding. not to mention, it's really hard to find jeans that fit over your stigmata. so, overall, i would not recommend it.

Stigmata is a real thing and it's not cool. It's not a fashion statement and it's not something to be taken lightly. If you have stigmata, you're probably going to suffer for the rest of your life. So please, think twice before you get a tattoo of a crucifix on your forehead.

stigmata is a real thing and it's not just a made up thing for movies and TV! it's a serious condition that can be debilitating and even deadly. so please, if you see someone with stigmata, don't just stand there and stare, offer them help and support.

if you've got stigmata, you're not alone! lots of people have them, and they're nothing to be ashamed of. in fact, they're kind of cool! so don't let the haters get you down, and rock those stigmata with pride.

Why does the Church insist on pretending that stigmata is a real thing? It's just a convenient way to keep people in line and perpetuate their own power. And don't even get me started on the whole "bleeding from the hands and feet" thing. That's just gross.

if you don't believe in stigmata, you're a fucking idiot if you do believe in stigmata, you're still a fucking idiot

if you're looking for a way to be more edgy, try getting stigmata! it's the perfect way to show off how ~holy~ and ~authentic~ you are, and it's sure to get all the attention you crave. just make sure you're ready for the constant pain and bleeding, and that you're okay with people staring at you all the time. but hey, it's all worth it for that sweet, sweet edginess.

If you thought the stigmata was bad, just wait until you see the new and improved version! With real, authentic wounds that never heal!

#i love these so much #ai generated #genuine stigmata discourse from an alternate timeline

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dratoba · 2 years

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Grimwalker Thing

This is a very long fanfic so enjoy!

-The Owl house

-Hunter

-Amity Blight

-Luz Noceda

-Gus Porter

-Willow Park

-Belos/Phillip

-Camila Noceda

-Abuse

-Bloody Wounds

-Stabbing

-Sharp objects

Enjoy! <3

(Setting: Emperor throne room)

Hunter: Please! I'm sorry I-I never should've went I swear I'll do better!

Belos: I have given you to many chances and all you do is disappoint. You're a disgrace, A useless child, you aren't even a real person why do I keep you around.

Hunter: W-what?..

Belos: Goodnight Caleb

(Before Hunter could react Belos raises his hand and as it turns into a weapon like green and black almost molding he swings at Hunter as soon as he does Hunters eyes shoot open

Setting: A room in the Nocedas house)

Hunter: *Gasping for breath and shaking* oh no..no no no no no! *He looks down and sees he's bleeding out. He groans in pain* Where do I-Ow! I need to get bandages

(Hunter attempts to get up but he collapses. He holds his hands on the wound on the side of his stomach as tears begin to fill his eyes)

Luz: Hunter?

Hunter: *Looks up* H-Human? *Looks back down and starts coughing blood*

Luz: Oh my god! *Runs towards him and sees all the blood* Oh my- Mama! Mama! Hunter stay awake ok? just stay awake don't close your eyes. Mama!

(Moments later)

Camila: Luz are you o- Ay! Que Paso?!

Luz: I-I don't know but call an ambulance!

Camila: Ok ok!

(Camila runs out of the room)

Luz: Hunter? H-hunter?! Hunter! Can you hear me?!

(Hunter looks up at her about to cry)

Luz: It's gonna be okay I promise *Starts to cry* Y-you'll be okay

(2 Hours later

Setting: Hospital room)

Hunter: *Slowly opens his eyes and groans then lets out a small gasp* W-what happened?! Hu-Luz?!

Doctor: Woah woah calm down! It's ok! *chuckles* you're in the hospital your siblings and your mother brought you in

Hunter: (Mumbles: Siblings and mother?..) U-um what happened?

Doctor: Well your mother said she found you bleeding out of the side of your stomach luckily you're mom brought you in before you lost more blood. Oh! that reminds me *grabs a banana and milk* Eat these they'll help you feel better!

Hunter: *💭: What is this yellow thing*

Doctor: I'll let your family know that you're awake. Oh! and love your elf ears! they looks so real.

(The doctor walks out and tells everyone Hunter is awake)

Gus: *Barges in* Oh my titan thank titan you're ok! *Runs towards Hunter and hugs him*

Willow: Are you ok?! How are you feeling? What happened? Oh who cares i'm just so glad you're ok! *Hugs Hunter*

Luz: Oh my god! I'm so glad you're ok I would never forgive myself if you weren't! *Hugs him*

Amity: Is he ok? I need answers *Sees everyone hugging him* oh my titan can he breathe?! you guys are squishing him.

Luz,gus,willow: oh- *gets off of him*

Hunter: *Inhales* Oh my titan I was about to pass out

Gus:Sorry-

Luz: My bad

Willow: Don't die again

Amity: You're welcome

Doctor: You guys can go home in an hour or two we just want to keep an eye on him to make sure he's ok can we get the mom of you guys in here?

Amity: Oh we're not related

Willow: Yeah just friends

Luz,gus,hunter: oh um...

Amity: What did you do..

Luz: So um...he sorta kinda maybe adopted me and gus as his siblings...

Amity: What?! Y'know what we'll talk about this later

Doctor: so..can we get mom in here?

Luz: Oh yeah sure i'll go get her!

(2 hours later

Setting: The living room in the Noceda house)

Hunter: You should go to bed like the rest

Luz: Not until you do

Hunter: I'm fine hum-Luz

Luz: Aww you called me by my real name for once!

Hunter: Don't get use to it

Luz: I have a question for you

Hunter: Hm?

Luz: How did you start bleeding all of the sudden did you fall on 5 knifes lined up or?

Hunter: Oh no it's a grimwalker thing I think

Luz: Oh? tell me about it

Hunter: Well whenever I sleep and I dream whatever happened to me in the dream happens in real life. It's the reason I'm afraid to fall asleep

Luz: Oh wow that sucks what were you dreaming about?

Hunter: It's not important

Luz: No tell me! Pleaseee! *Looks at hunter with puppy dog eyes*

Hunter: Yeah those don't work on me i've trapped children

Luz: *Sits up* I know I should be concerned but I really want to know c'mon tell me please!

Hunter: No just let it go I already told you how it happened

Luz: if you don't tell me I'm going to sleep outside

Hunter: You wouldn't

Luz:....ok you're right I wouldn't..Hunter please tell me!

Hunter: If I tell you will you go to bed and leave me alone

Luz: *Nods quickly while smiling*

Hunter: *Sigh* fine I had a nightmare about something that happened in the past with Belos except this time he told me I was a grimwalker there you happy now?

Luz:...

Hunter: What?

(Luz grabs him and hugs him)

Hunter: What are you doing?!

Luz: It's just a way of showing affection calm down

Hunter: Oh..*Gently wraps his arms around her*

Luz: *Quietly laughs* you can be so sweet sometimes y'know that?

Hunter: shut up

Luz: Ok sorry sorry.....just so you know you're not sleeping alone anymore

Hunter: I figured

The End!

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jjungkooksthighs · 1 year

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Jin.. you there? I'm sorry for reaching out so many times.. please do let me know if this bothers you.. I understand. but, I think I fucked up today,.

I hurt alpha kook real bad. Really bad.

I've been super irritable lately, with the tiniest of things, and I- i guess I didn't know where to draw the line with my blatant disobedience and brattiness. and i think i've done this way too many times to even be worthy of asking for forgiveness. I've.. ive put the words "I'm sorry" to shame with how carelessly I've used them and with how often I've had to use them. oh god it hurts to even think that it's me who's hurt him so many times.

Just the thought of being "the one" for him makes me wince.. he deserves better.. I've been such an.. such an ungrateful fucking bitch. I always knew that the bratty part of me was good for nothing and yet I never did anything about it. He always knew how to handle it and I guess I.. took him for granted. I insist on communication and all that fancy bullshit when I myself can't seem to communicate well. I'm such a hypocritical dumbass..

But as unworthy as I feel, I need him in my life. I love him way too much to just let him go.. and I know that's selfish of me, oh so selfish, but I have got to at least try if I want to respect the love he's shown me. But.. I don't know how. I'm very..lost.

Please, advice. What would you do if you were in my place?

Of course, if this is bothering you, I understand. I really do. Please, be honest. I'd much rather have you tell me than keep it in. (Oh god, see? So hypocritical, yet again, i insist on this communication, but I couldn't do the same with him. Feel like such a-..)

You do not bother me. We are of the same dynamic, you and I. I find it nice to be able to share my wisdom with one such as you, who has caught the eye and the heart of the Pack Leader.

My mate has never seen the Pack Leader so happy, and because of that, my male is happy. That's how close those two are. One's happiness is the other's.

That goes for other emotions, too. And from what I hear, Namjoon has been rather forlorn as of late. It only leaves him when he's with me of course, but it returns to him the second he finds himself without me.

Why have you been irritable? Have you been bleeding regularly? If your cycle has not come or been late, perhaps that is contributing to this. When was the last time you two coupled? There's a chance you could be with child. That would explain the mood swings you describe.

Oh, and why is it you feel you've apologizing so much? What is it you have been doing in particular that you end up saying that to the degree you do? It's okay to be unfamiliar with how to behave once an alpha has made their claim on you.

They each expect different things from us, and for many of us, we do not know what we need to do to please them. Are you frustrated because he's expecting you to do things you do not know how to do?

Trust me in one thing: he would not have chosen you if he did not see the rest of his life with you. Many have thrown themselves at the Pack Leader. None were ever given the light of day. There is only one that I have heard Namjoon speak to me of all this time.

You.

You may feel like an imposter. You may feel like you're not the one, but I assure you that you are. The day that you presented, do you want to know what Namjoon told me your male did?

Your alpha's den smelled so strongly of his own essence, so strongly of sweat and his own sex, that even Namjoon could smell it from miles, miles, and miles away. Worried, he went to see your alpha. And when he got to your alpha's den, he found was shredded sheets, tattered, torn curtains, and a broken bed.

Sat atop of it, your alpha's eyes were hazy with desire, but despite it all, while he trembled from the lapsing control that slipped from him every second that passed, he asked Namjoon to contain him.

To imprison him so that he did not come from you without reins on his control in how much he fancied you.

Your alpha let Namjoon cuff him in thick bands of silver that circled his arms from top to bottom. And Namjoon told me that even in the midday sun, as he sat beside your alpha who had been biting his lips until they bled, that all he could think about was how shameful it would be if you saw him in such a state.

Even bound in chains–twelve sets of them– from his wrists to his torso to his ankles, he still cared more for your wellbeing, your thoughts of him, than his own.

What I'm saying is that he is so very besotted with you. And I can tell you ways you could go about making amends, but he fell in love not with me, but with you.

That means a solution you find and come up with will mean more to him than anything else. Why? Because it is something entirely your own. And you're more than worthy of the Pack Leader. You do not share his eyes for nothing.

You are his destiny. And you are his fate. He knows that and believes it more than anyone else in this pack.

What I would do is probably not the same as what you will end up doing, but I will tell you nonetheless since you asked.

If I were you, I would seek him out. Let him know through your behavior and acts that you want his forgiveness.

You read a lot, do you not? I hear from Namjoon that he enjoys listening to you read to him. Why not write something of your own and dedicate it to him? Something like a poem or love letter?

#omega seokjin asks

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