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professional guide on how to boyfriend jujutsu kaisen ( men ).
⤹ list ﹢ gojō satoru, sukuna ryōmen, chōsō.
﹙ syn ﹚ having near-to-zero experience with serious romantic relationships, it's time to teach them how to romance. the journey won't be easy, but the results will hopefully be fruitful.
extra. songs: betcha (bbh), seven (jk), very nice (svt).
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week one : how to flirt as if you were shakespeare. note. refrain from using big words because they sound ‘cool’.
GOJO SATORU — "you're hating on my vocabulary?"
slowly, but very surely, you can feel your stress-meter rise to its peak. if someone were to animate your current expression, there will be three veins protruding out on your forehead to show your stress. it's almost as if it's second-nature for satoru to be annoying. he isn't doing it on purpose, unfortunately, it's just the way he is.
i should've ignored his call, a voice in your head speaks, i really should've. you were enjoying your own presence, simply lazing around during your off-day when three rings disrupted the peace. groaning, you reluctantly picked it up.
"hello—"
"come to enha's bakery, PLEASE," satoru's rushed voice spoke, immediately ending the call after his request-demand.
annoyance dawned and slowly transitioned into confusion. first, he needs to fix his habit of cutting you off. second, with the tone of his voice, maybe you should go.
big mistake.
not only was he chewing your ears off with talking, he also ate half of your pastry. you weren't able to get a full sentence in, he just kept going. dressed in suit and tie, hair styled and gelled up, satoru looked handsomely professional. according to what you've gathered from his rambling, he's been set up with one of the higher ups' daughter for business purposes. he needs to woo her or he's gonna lose a significant amount of pay. the problem? well, his flirting skills aren't all that. his confidence can help him, but it'll only help for a fraction of the date.
"what's the issue? you're handsome," you started, sliding your pastry back to you. "you should be able to woo her with your face alone."
"you are not wrong—"
"i'm never wrong," you cut him off.
"let me speak. anyway, i was informed that she isn't one for looks alone. i don't care about her, but she's the daughter of some high fucker," his voice reeked of defeat.
you weren't well-knowledged in satoru's field of work, but you knew he had it against the "higher ups." well, you had no choice but to know. satoru often thought of you as someone he can be free with — so, in conclusion, you were the victim of his word-vomit moments.
the two of you fell silent, thinking about solutions to save satoru. eyeing the pastry, you pondered your brain. there has to be a way to help satoru. perhaps some walkie-talkies? no, those are too loud. follow him into the restaurant and monitor his behaviour? no, that's too much work. crash his date and ask him why he's cheating on you? no, that'll probably end in your death.
satoru himself is deep in thought, already annoyed at the date that's going to become the bane of his existence in eight hours from now. should he bring you with him? maybe, but you'll deny his offer. should he ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend? no, he'd rather ask without the "pretend."
oh he's fucked.
i'm so fucked.
"wait," you leaned into the table, sporting an expression that says 'i have an idea'.
"yes?" satoru mirrors you, eyes speaking 'tell me'.
"what if i teach you how to flirt? we should have enough time to teach you how to boyfriend, right?" your idea was good. it turned the gears in both minds.
satoru opens his mouth but presses it into a thin line. there's an obstacle in the way of making this idea perfect.
"sounds good but.. the date's... tonight."
"you are fucked."
he nods at your response, feeling the salt rubbing in his wound. i guess i should just—
"but, if we go now we'll have enough time. it's 11AM, we can do it," you tapped your index finger twice on your phone's screen, showing satoru the time. if you move now, success is evident.
"let's go then," agreeing, he stands up, stuffing his car keys into his pocket and opening his wallet.
you've run out of pillows and whiteboard markers. the last two hours were spent either scribbling nonsense on a mini-whiteboard or throwing objects at satoru. the teaching isn't working. every lesson you've gone through ended in satoru's failure. is it on purpose? you hope it isn't.
"satoru, for the last time, that does not sound like a real word!" your hand slapped the table, physically showing your frustration.
groaning, satoru throws his head back, "you said use poetic words!"
"what part of scrumdiddlyumptious sounds poetic to you?!" you deadpanned at him.
he slouches further down the couch, grabbing his phone to search the word on google. it took him only one minute to find the word and its definition. raising up from slouching, he leans over the coffee table, stretching an arm out to show you the word.
"scrumdiddlyumptious — adjective · informal 1. (of food) extremely tasty; delicious. 2. (of a person) very attractive."
reluctant to admit defeat, you weaponized the word being informal against him, "it's not formal! you will not use it."
satoru's high of being right dies down immediately. his mouth twitches, eyes looking at you with disbelief.
"babe, you cannot be serious right now."
"babe, i am so serious right now," you mocked him, not thinking too deep into his nickname. there's no meaning behind it anyway. you, too, use babe as platonic name.
eventually, satoru tuned out your voice. he returned back to his previous slouching position, staring at you blankly as your words go in one ear and out the other.
it didn't take long for you to notice his dejected aura. does he hate it that much? you wondered, feeling a slight pity for him.
"don't worry, satoru. it's just one date."
"i will be worrying," satoru counters you, already sour at the date-to-come.
if he were to be honest, the date isn't the problem, nor is the flirting. he believes his flirting skills to be at a decent level. he also doesn't mind spending money on others. it's just that he doesn't want to entertain her. maybe, just maybe, if it were you, he'd be more excited.
you didn't say anything after him, only shooting him an annoying smile. seriously, you don't know what's worrying him. he's basically every girl's eye candy — not to mention, he looks so much like a boyfriend right now. that doesn't make a lot of sense, but if others can see what you're seeing, they'll understand. his white fitted tee accentuates his upper body's muscles, the black sweatpants do its job, his hair that's still styled, and the silver wristwatch on his hand. simple, yet sexy.
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SUKUNA RYOMEN — "i'm too old for this shit."
sukuna, your sweet sukuna. your sukuna who's most likely weighing out which option is the better one to shut you up. he doesn't know why he agreed to listen to your rambles at midnight, but he's too far in to call it quitsies.
according to what you told him, you gained the idea of teaching him how to update his romance. it all came crashing to you when you were in the third-quarter of an episode of some random dating show. you blanked out most of the episode, not paying attention as the main objective of watching it was to not stare into nothing while eating.
the show itself didn't interest you, but the concept did. the participants were blindfolded, being told to use their judgement of character to choose their date. they'd have to rely on their personalities and voices to attract someone — a pretty neat idea. looks aren't everything. unfortunately, they might just be for sukuna if he doesn't work on his attitude.
often does sukuna act like he's a fifty-five-years-old office worker named penelope in the management department: old, easily annoyed, and always has something to complain about. you're probably the only human on earth who can handle sukuna for more than a day. of course, this is due to you being similar to him — if not then exactly like him. your attitudes fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
sukuna's hands are clasped together behind his head, one leg raised on the bed, and torso out in the open for everyone to view. he's actively listening to you, giving his judgement here and there.
you're sitting with your legs criss-crossed, a pillow in the middle of your thighs, and hands speaking their own language. the habit of using your hands expressively when talking will never leave you.
"...so, if you were to find a girl, you neeed to be kind! no one likes a man with a stick up his ass," you warned sukuna, moving your index finger side-to-side.
"you do," sukuna says, raising an eyebrow at you.
unfortunately, he left you speechless — but not for long! you soon regained your speaking skills after realizing you don't have a good comeback.
coughing two times, you started your lesson again, "anyyyway, always tell her she's beautiful, gorgeous, breathless, or whatever. everyone loves a little compliment about their appearance!"
almost as if it's an automatic setting, sukuna replies, "what if she's facially challenged?"
"OH—" your jaw dropped. "sukuna, you can't just say that!"
he re-positions himself, this time laying on his side with his arm supporting his head.
"if someone's visually impaired i'm telling them."
you sighed, feeling disappointed at his brutual honesty, "what do you even mean by visually impaired?"
"they're ugly," he shrugs.
his tone isn't serious, implying that he's joking but you know he isn't. sukuna's a man of his word; the truth is what leaves his mouth every time. you shouldn't worry — you really, really shouldn't, but what if that's what he thinks about you? are you facially challenged in his eyes? you've gone silent, allowing yourself to drown in the thoughts.
sukuna notices your silence, sighs, and jabs your side with his foot.
"if you're thinking that i believe you're ugly, then stop," he begins, continuing the foot-jabbing-at-your-side-movement when you don't respond. "you're beautiful, believe me. you know i don't lie."
that catches your attention. you feel a sudden heat creeping up the back of your neck. keeping your voice low, you questioned him, still unsure of whether he's being truthful or not, "are you lying?"
"i swear," his voice is firm, reaching his free hand out to your thigh. physical contact to him is very important!
you return to the silence, only this time you lock your eyes in sukuna's. it's up to you to believe whether he's lying or not, and honestly, you don't care. you know he never lies, and you rather enjoy your fantasy instead of the harsh reality ( if he's truly lying ).
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CHOSO — "man, fuck all that."
throughout your entire life you never expected to meet someone like choso. he is, in your words, a bitch boy. acts like a bitch, very expressive with his facial expressions, sarcastic, a male, and the worst of all, a little thief.
you humbly thought baking with choso would've been a good idea for celebrating the end of your finals. oh you were so wrong. he's messy, ate half the chocolate chips, and has been stealing spoons of cookie batter. when you confronted him, he simply said, "we can always make more," and shrugged. the audacity!
there's only so much choso someone can handle before they explode.
"you dumb fuck, how can you get a wife with this behaviour?!" you scolded, slapping his hand away from the freshly baked batch of cookies with a whisk.
he immediately retreats his hand, looking at you with an expression that says 'have you gone insane?'
"don't look at me like that," you warned, raising an eyebrow at his very well-hidden annoyance at you.
choso rolls his eyes, this time reaching the uninjured hand for the sprinkles. he sneakily slides the packet to him, intensely watching you to make sure you don't happen to see him committing such a crime. mouthing a little "yes!" at his victory, he empties half the sprinkles in his hand and throws it into his mouth.
"an’ wha’ if i ‘on't care about a wife," his words are muffled due to his mouth being filled with the sprinkles. he tries his best to hide the crunch sound, lowering his head each time he needs to crunch on some.
your back's still turned to him, simply too busy with monitoring sugar-soon-to-be-caramel on the stove.
"you're gonna have to care soon. you don't wanna die alone!" you nagged, making a point to him.
his right eyebrow raises at your words, lips ready to move at your hypocrisy, "you yourself said you don't want a partner!"
"at this point," you stopped, turning around to face choso. "i'm gonna have to teach you how to be a romantic young man."
"what are you implying...?"
"it's time for dating lessons."
"no, thank you."
unfortunately, choso has no say in this household. he had to listen. you sat him down on the chair, making sure he focuses with all his attention and doesn't steal any of the desserts. believe choso when he said he tried to take you seriously. he really did, but your messy apron along with vigorously hand-mixing batter with a serious expression as you talked his ear off caught him off-guard.
"sometimes you even have to get on your knees, choso! i'm telling you."
"i'm not doing all of that," he disagrees.
"oh, trust me. when you're in love you will," you spoke, resting the hand-mixer down to draw an invisible heart in the air.
he doesn't give you a verbal response. instead, he squints his eyes at you. when one's gone, another is born. when one stress is gone, another is born ( your nagging ). he doesn't like it one bit, but at least it's coming from you. he'd rather have you down his ears — whether it's by using your vocals or channeling your inner mother and scolding him.
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i know it won't work - p.b (part four)
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"i know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leaving"
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paige bueckers x fem!oc oc is caroline ducharme's childhood best friend who is also a freshman. set during paige's sophomore year.
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things are only getting messier in storrs.
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paige is just dumb... suggestive and explicit language underaged drinking angst!!
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im so sorry, but also you're welcome. this is an interesting one... don't be mad at me. im deflecting all blame on paige dupe because this wasn't even supposed to be that angsty. like it was going to be the ending-ish, but here we are... yall wanted unrequited love when i did that poll so here you fucking go!
I felt my heart shatter into a million little pieces seeing her like that. She was carefully tucked under Azzi’s arms as soft sobs filled the room. I couldn’t see her face, but I was sure her mascara was smeared across her cheeks. Her eyes were probably bloodshot and puffy. I would be lying to say that it didn’t kill me to see her wrapped in someone else's arms. My sadness was soon replaced with anger as I wondered who had broken her like this. She was one of those girls that never let you see her sweat. She kept everything bottled up inside until it became too much. She really had to trust you to let her tears fall in front of you.
 In the nearly 6 months I had known her, she only let me see her cry once. I was scrolling through my phone waiting for her to finish her paper so we could ‘hangout’. Her room was filled with groans of frustration. She had run her hands over her face no less than 10 times in the past hour. I offered my help, but she refused. I didn’t blame her. Writing wasn’t exactly one of my many talents. She had gone silent for a concerning amount of time, so I walked over to her desk to check on her. Her head rested gently in her hands. My hand gently rubbed her back as I brought myself to her level. That’s when I heard her muffled cry. She frantically wiped the tears from her eyes and pretended like she was fine, but she couldn’t fool me. A string of apologies spilled from her lips. I hated that she felt like she couldn’t be emotional around me. I wasn’t just there to sleep with her. I genuinely cared about her. The fact that she didn’t see that killed me. 
Hearing her sob into Azzi’s chest causes a tear to fall from my own eye. No one should be making her feel like this. I couldn’t help but wonder if this breakdown was a result of her new ‘girl'. I mean there was no way that she was actually happy with that girl. I hadn’t been happy with Brooklyn, but that was kind of the point. Brooklyn was safe. I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt or losing myself in her. She was an easy, sweet girl, and she really cared about me. Yet, No matter how hard I tried to lose myself in her; it never worked. My mind would wander back to the girl who was now crying in Azzi’s arms. I wanted to pull her into mine. I wanted her to tell me what happened, so I could make it all go away. I couldn’t though. I just froze as I watched the pair in front of me. 
It didn’t take Azzi long to notice me standing there. She flashed me that same look I had gotten from her for weeks. A look was full of anger and disappointment. The very look that brought me here in the first place. A look that I couldn’t for the life of me understand what I had done to deserve. Her face shifted as her eyebrow raised to seemingly question why I was here. She didn’t dare speak and alarm the girl in her arms. Her cries had subsided as I locked eyes with my best friend. Azzi tore her eyes from me to look down at the other girl. She slowly slid her out of her lap and stood up. She marched over to me and pushed me into the cold Connecticut air. A slight shiver coursed through my body as Azzi continued to glare at me. I had known the freshman for years, and she had never looked at me like this. No matter how annoying I was or how much I pissed her off, I could alway find a way to get her to crack a smile. Not now. If looks could kill, Azzi Fudd would have become a murderer that night.
“What are you doing here, Paige?” Her voice was cold and lacked any concern. She almost never called me by my full name. It was always ‘P’ or some other obnoxious nickname. Hearing her say it now was like when your mom uses your full name to scold you. It instantly puts you on guard. 
“We need to talk, Az. What the fuck is going on bro? You keep looking at me like I killed your dog or something like what in the hell did I do to you for you to be acting like this?” I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I was just so fucking confused. I had been racking my brain for weeks trying to figure out what I even did. It didn’t help that Azzi avoided me every chance she got. You would think I had some kind of deadly disease by the way she was acting. Azzi was the last person I expected to push me away. This was supposed to be our year. She was finally in Connecticut and it was going to be the best basketball season ever. Now she wouldn’t even speak to me if our names weren’t on our backs. I had managed to lose the two most important girls in my life in one failed swoop. I watched her roll her eyes as she scoffed at my words. 
“God, Paige. Are you really that dumb? You seriously have no idea what you did?” 
“Would I be asking if I knew?” I quipped
“Look, I turned a blind eye when I heard you were having the hoe phase of the century. I kept my mouth shut because it wasn’t my place, and you weren’t hurting anyone. I thought you had some sort of moral compass, but clearly I was wrong. Her of all people? ” Her tone was softer now as she tried to get through to me. Every word cut me like a knife. I had no idea that was what Azzi was mad about. I didn’t even know that she knew.
“She told you?” I asked softly. I hated the idea that that’s how Azzi saw me. Maybe that’s how they all saw me. I guess it had all gotten out of hand.
“Yeah, that night outside of the bar when you were all over Brooklyn. That’s what she was so upset about. Seriously Paige, what were you thinking? We both know that she isn’t that kind of girl. You can’t just fuck with people like that. I get that you just want to have fun and not commit to anything serious, but that doesn’t mean that they feel the same way.”
I mean you two were spending like every waking second, but all of the sudden you fell for someone else? Just like that? Even though you said you didn't want anything serious? What do you think that does to a person? Then you go all psycho when you see her with another girl who actually cares about her? What is wrong with you?” 
“She said that she wanted the same thing. How is any of this my fault? We are both adults who chose to sleep together. She knew what she was getting into with me. I have nothing to be sorry for. You’re blowing this way out of proportion. She’s clearly moved on.” That last sentence left my lips harsher than I meant it to. The thought of her with someone else absolutely infuriated me. I didn’t exactly understand it, but I knew that it pissed me off to see her with that girl who was clearly too old for her anyway. 
“Have you ever considered that maybe she didn’t? That maybe you’re the reason that she’s spent every night for the past month crying to me and Caroline? I mean you two were spending like every waking second, but all of the sudden you fell for someone else? Just like that? Even though you said you didn't want anything serious? What do you think that does to a person? You can’t toy with someone like that. Then, you went and made out with some other girl right in front of her-” 
“I didn’t do that on purpose. I had no idea that she was there or I never would have done that.” I couldn’t help but defend myself for that. I still felt horrible about it even now. 
“That’s not the point!” She snapped. “I understand that you don’t have feelings for her, but you can’t keep going back to her. It’s going to kill her. You have to let her go.”  Her voice had softened yet again. She was no longer scolding me, but rather pleading with me not to hurt the girl more. Azzi’s constant tone shift was likely her way of trying to not yell at me the whole time. I was starting to think that I deserved it. 
I couldn’t force any words out of my mouth. It hit me like a train to hear that I was the one causing her tears. That was the last thing I ever wanted to do.
“I’m serious Paige. No more dragging her into the bathroom to berate her for telling her best friend something and then getting all possessive and jealous. It’s confusing for me and I’m not the girl whose heart you keep breaking. She somehow managed to fall for you hard. I don’t know how you didn’t see that. It’s pretty obvious.” My jaw hit the floor. Did she just say what I think she said?
“She fell for me? Like she’s in love with me?” I tried to maintain my composure, but my voice sounded anything but curious. I couldn’t resist the small smile that formed on my lips. Some part of me liked the possibility of her wanting me like that. I would be lying if I said my heart didn’t beat a little faster. I still didn’t understand why the idea of her loving me brought me so much joy. This wasn’t a feeling that I had exactly felt before. Not with Brooklyn. Not with any other girl I had been with since I got to Storrs. It scared me. She scared me.
“Yes Paige. She’s hopelessly in love with you. I don’t know what about you is so attractive, but there is something about you that she can’t get out of her head.” Azzi matched my soft smile as she spoke. She even laughed slightly as that last sentence left her mouth. I rolled my eyes in annoyance  at her comment. But hey, we were back. My hands had finally stopped shaking.  A wave of relief washed over me. Azzi and I would be fine. She always knew how to bring me back to earth, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. I really needed it in that moment before I could cause anymore damage. 
“I had no idea. Azzi, I swear I never would have pulled half that shit if I had known. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.” My smile faded as I realized what I had caused. Why did I have to be such a dumbass? All of this would have just been avoided if I could keep it in my pants. I don’t know who anyone could with her. It had taken all of my strength to stay away from her in the beginning. I could vividly remember the day I first laid my eyes on her frame. Even then, I couldn’t deny how remarkably beautiful she was. I found myself lingering near her. Countless girls had tried to pull my attention away from her. They failed miserably. Getting to know her only pulled me further under her spell. Everything about her made my heart stop, but I knew that I had to keep my distance. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and she was Carol’s best friend. I was a pretty strong motherfucker, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have her in my arms that night. It didn’t help that she instantly melted in my arms. It was probably due to her drunken state, but I didn’t care. She fit so perfectly in my arms. The next few weeks were complete hell. We had gotten closer, but not in the way I desperately wanted.  Azzi pulled me back to the present as her words filled the silence. 
“I know, P. You know now though. You have to just leave her alone. Let her heal. As much as it’ll kill her to lose you. It’ll kill her to have you, but not in the way she wants. I know you’ll do the right thing.” Her hand rested on my arm for a second. Her eyes implored me to agree to her terms. I didn’t want to. I thought not seeing her for the past few weeks would kill me. What would never seeing her do to me? The only thing I wanted less than not seeing her was being the reason for her pain. Azzi was right. I couldn’t keep doing this to her. I had to walk away even if it killed me. I met the younger girl's eyes and nodded before letting my gaze fall to the floor. She rubbed my arm gently before turning to go back into her apartment. I heard the girl inside inquire as to what Azzi had been doing outside. Azzi made up a lame excuse to refrain from bringing my name into the conversation, I'm sure. 
I took that as my cue to head back to my car. I racked my brain to try to understand the information I had learned. How could I be so stupid.Once I was seated behind the wheel and tucked out of sight, my hand stuck the black leather that covered the steering wheel. “Fuck.” I half yelled. My head fell into my hands as I tried to fight back the hot tears that quickly came rolling down my face. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go. I had no one to blame, but my own idiotic self. 
The last week of November moved excruciatingly slow which was unusual considering the busy schedule that came with the start of the season. Basketball was the only time I could get her off of my mind. Every other minute of my day was captured by thinking about her. I hadn’t expected to miss her this much. It was almost unbearable, but I knew that it was what was best for her. The girls, who quickly realized what had happened, tried to get my mind off of her with a slew of other girls. None of them were her. Their hands felt wrong against my skin. I just couldn’t do it. I had walked out on no less than 10 of them which only made me feel worse. This was exactly what I had been avoiding when I ended things with her. I didn’t get caught up on girls like this. I was in truly uncharted territory. I stopped going out with the team and focused on basketball. I was spending more time in the gym than my own apartment. Everyone knew that something was off, but I refused to talk to anyone about it. 
I couldn’t tell Azzi how much I was hurting, but it didn’t take Aubrey long to take notice of my current state. She found me sitting in the locker room alone after a rough practice. My head rested in my hand which my elbow held up as they dug into my thigh. She sat down next to me, extending her arm over my shoulder as a sign of support. She didn’t have to say a word for me to break down. We sat in a comfortable silence until I was able to pull myself together. 
“Wanna grab some food and talk?” She asked me softly. I immediately nodded. If I kept everything bottled up like this, it would probably kill me. I needed to get it out. Aubrey was the best possible option. She understood the whole being gay thing better than some of the other girls. Plus, she wasn’t super close with the younger girl I was still stuck on. We grabbed some Cava and headed back to my place. I told her everything that had happened and how I couldn’t get the girl out of my head. She listened carefully while she processed what I told her.
“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you?” She asked as her lips formed a slight smirk. “That you aren’t in love with her?”
“What do you mean?” 
“Come on, P! You don’t even look at other girls now. You say that she’s all you think about. You are killing yourself just to protect her. Yet, you claim to not have serious feelings for her. Something isn’t adding up.”
“Aub, I ended things with her to be with another girl. Why would I do that if I was in love with her?” I countered.
“Because you were scared. We both know that you didn’t actually have feelings for that other girl. You two were pathetic and so dull. I wouldn’t even say that you liked her. Sure she was hot, but that’s not the point. You can’t convince me that you fell in love with her.” Aubrey paused for a moment to study my face. I hadn’t really ever considered what she was saying until now. She wasn’t exactly wrong. There was no passion with Brooklyn. I was just going through the motions. Paige, I’ve been watching the way that you interact with these girls since you got here. You jump from one meaningless hookup to the next. That coupled with your practically nonexistent dating history tells me all I need to know.” She paused again to see if I was catching on. I wasn’t, so she continued. “You’ve never been in love before and it scares you. I think your scared to fall for someone because then you don’t hold all the power, and you open yourself up to be hurt. That’s not the way to go through life. If you never put yourself out there, you won’t ever be happy. Basketball can’t alway be your life. You have to find people outside of that. People that fill your cup up.” She was right. I was in love with the girl, but it was too late. I had fucked everything up. She had moved on, and I was alone. 
Despite everything that happened between us, she still came to every game that she could. I’m sure it was mainly to support Azzi and Caroline, but it was still nice to see her cheering when I made a good play. It was an added bonus that everytime anyone scored she pulled her hand away where it interlocked with the other blonde's hand. It was hard to see her there with another girl, but I at least got to see her. The first time our post game hug turned to an awkward smile, I wanted to die. There was so much left unresolved between the two of us, but that was how it had to be apparently. 
Things only got worse from there. We were set to play #24 Notre Dame at home on December 7th. A top 25 matchup in front of our home crowd was exactly what this team needed. Azzi was out with a foot injury and Aubrey hurt her back so we were down a few girls. The game started off a bit slow, but we got into our offensive rhythm. We broke away during the third quarter which was a relief to everyone. We played a pretty well rounded game with 4 players in double digits, Caroline and Olivia both had 14, Aaliyah had 10, and I scored 22. A feeling of relief washed over me when I looked up at the scoreboard to see that we were well ahead of the Fighting Irish with less than a minute left and we had possession of the ball. I took the ball up the court like I had done at least a billion times. I went to move around a defender when a wave of pain shot through my leg as I hyperextended my knee. There were few things on this earth that matched the pain coursing through my leg at this point. A million thoughts raced through my head. I had no idea what had happened, but I knew that it wasn’t good. I limped down the court, tossing the ball to Caroline before falling onto that hardwood. Hot tears streamed down my face. I wish I could say that the pain was the only thing that brought them, but it was honestly a culmination of everything that had been going on these past few weeks. Of course this would happen to me now. It terrified me to think that I might lose the one thing that had been keeping me together. The one thing that took my mind off of her. The girls lifted me up because I couldn’t stand to put any weight on the leg. I felt like I was underwater. The blaring screams from the packed arena went quiet in my ears. The trainer was talking to me, but I didn’t pick up a single word. Everything was just white noise. This was fucking unbelieveable. I couldn’t help the rage that filled me as I tried to process what just happened. I was mad at myself for not being in the best shape that I could be in. I was made at Geno for keeping me in for a full 39 minutes. Why me? Hadn’t I been through enough at this point? Hadn’t the team? I didn’t know if we could afford to lose me right now with Azzi and Aubrey still out. 
The staff helped me into the training room where a group of athletic trainers hovered over me. They were talking as if I wasn’t there. Honestly, I wasn’t. I was physically sitting on the table in pain, but my mind was elsewhere, trying to find a way to cope with what was happening. The team was in the locker room. That's where I should be. Not here, listening to these people say that I could be out for the whole season. The basketball court has been my home since I was 5 years old. Now, when I needed it most, it was being taken away from me. I’m not sure if it gets worse than this. The tears continued to run down my face as I stared at the ceiling while they continued to poke and prod at my knee. I felt a cold object press against my knee, but I didn’t even react. They finally addressed me, but I didn’t catch most of what they were saying. I heard something about scans to confirm and 6-8 weeks. They filled out of the room telling me to stay here and ice my knee while they discussed everything with Geno. Silence finally filled the room which gave me a moment to breathe before my concerned teammates filled the room. I carefully slid up and rested my back against the wall. 
I was taken back as I saw a familiar figure just outside the open door into the training room. Her eyes were filled with concern as she studied me from afar. She flashed me a soft smile when she saw my eyes meet hers. God her smile never failed to make me melt. I wanted to call her over to me. She had been the only person that I wanted to see. I couldn’t bear to face the concerned faces of my teammates right now. She just had a way of making everything else fade when I looked into her soft eyes. I wasn’t sure how she managed to get back here. Her eyes were puffy which made me wonder if she had been crying. She pulled away from my gaze and started to mess with the gold rings that covered her fingers. There was nothing I wanted more than for her to hold me and make all of this pain go away. I knew better now. I couldn’t do this to her. She had moved on and I let her. It wasn’t right for me to lean on her right now. It was good that she kept her distance because if she got any closer, I don’t think I would have ever let her leave. Luckily Azzi pushed past her as she basically sprinted to my side. Her concern was over flowing as her eyes were locking on my elevated knee. I watched the other girl slowly leave. I was doing the right thing. This was what was best for us. That’s what I had to keep telling myself to stop chasing after her.
 Azzi was rambling about how sorry she was that this was all happening and asked me what the trainers had said. I kept quiet, just wanting to be alone. Azzi got the message and apologized before leaving. The rest of the team and coaching staff popped their heads into check on me briefly. I put on my best smile and thanked each of them. After a while, I got back to my dorm. I fell asleep almost instantly. I prayed that I would wake up and this would have all been a bad dream. 
When my eyes opened the next morning, I saw my elevated knee and felt the pain continue to stab into my leg. It hasn't all been some crazy nightmare. I was very real. My phone was blowing up with concerned texts from everyone I had ever spoken to. I responded to almost all of them except the only one that I truly wanted to answer. That was a slippery slope and I knew it. Azzi and Nika were curled up on the coach when I got up, using my crutches to get around. I was lucky to have such great friends who were there for me when things got hard. 
I went in to get scans done later that day. The doctors confirmed the suspicions of the trainers. I had a tibial plateau fracture which meant 6 to 8 weeks with no basketball. I wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. There was so much that was still unknown. Would I still be that girl who won national player of the year as a freshman? Would I get worse? What was going to happen to the team? What did my return even look like? These thoughts consumed my mind. These next 2 months were going to be hell. 
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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years
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jacob black x reader fluff ?? i need to be saved from this drought ..
Wet Clothes
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(gif not mine credits to owner (the chokehold this gif has on me is just... AHHHHHHIENFKSNZK))
a/n: fr though there's not enough content for him SO TY FOR REQUESTING
word count: 1.2k
summary: getting soaked in the rain wasn't really what you thought would happen when waiting for jacob.
warnings: storms, uhhh if reader getting kinda walked in on when changing is one then that?? Jacobs kinda ooc but not rlly. Always trust the elbows. always
twilight - masterlist m.masterlist
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The wind continued to pick up the longer you waited outside on the porch. The pages of your book flapped and resistant against the breeze. Instead of retreating into the safe space of Jacobs home you persisted to suffer through the relentless air current.
Sunny sky slowly withered away as the clouds rolled in. You grumbled to yourself when the sun's rays were blocked from your use. Staring up into the sky you watched as the gray passed overhead.
Billy had at first joined you out on the deck but retreated when the first signs of a storm showed. And with the talk earlier of it being a heavier one he wanted to make sure dinner was made before the chance of the power cutting off.
Yeah, you all had learned that mistake back when you and Jacob were just kids and had to eat cold beans for a meal.
The kitchen window was open and you could smell the delicious aroma from your spot, curled up on a cushioned chair. You took a moment to embrace it before a harsh breeze blew into your face. Causing it to scrunch up as well as your book flying out of your grasp. Resulting in losing your page.
Sighing you stood to retrieve the fallen item and settling into your seat once more. Jacob would be back from his patrol soon. You could sit out the wait…
Well you thought you could until a raindrop fell onto the black ink filled page. Followed by another… then another, until it was close to pouring.
Rushing inside you were now practically soaked. You may have also taken damage in the process of entering (you sliped and scraped your knee, trying to protect your book from following your fate) but at least the real precious cargo was fine.
You stood disheaved in the door way as Billy rolled around the corner. He tried to suppress his laughter at the sight. Going back behind the wall, he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you.
"I told you there was a storm coming," Billy stated, watching as you patted yourself down.
"Yeah, I just thought maybe your achy elbows wouldnt be right this time." Billy shook his head disapprovingly.
"Always trust my elbows." He steered himself to go back into the kitchen. "Laundry has just been done, so if you want to change into some of Jake's clean stuff go right ahead. I'm sure he won't mind." Billy called from around the corner. You thanked him before rushing to Jacob's room where you tossed your book onto his bed and began fishing throughout the laundry basket.
Pushing through the mound of clothes you looked for something that would suit you. There must be something of yours you left behind at some point, not?
Sighing in defeat you got up and went to the dresser. Pulling open the drawer and peeking inside.
So that's where your favorite T-shirt went…
And that blue hoodie…
Was that your underwear?
Your pants that had Taylor Swift on the back of them were also tucked away neatly…
And your bunny socks… as well as a handful of other things.
Why the hell is all of this stuff here? When did you even leave it? The more you thought the more the realization of the fact Jacobs own oversized sweatshirts of his own began to grow in your closet recently every visit you made here.
Taking out the T-Swift pants and a shirt you set them aside momentarily. Discarding the current wet attire, you tossed the outfit into a laundry bin. Just as you pulled your clean shirt over your head the door opened.
"Holy shit-" just as the door was wide enough to step through, it closed as soon as it opened. You stood for a moment confused. Then you stepped up to the wood and peaked it open a crack. From there shown the sight of Jacob himself. His back facing the door.
"Do you not know how to knock?" You teased. He looked over his shoulder, noting that you were indeed fully clothed and turned to face you.
"It's my own room. I don't usually have to knock to go in," he shrugged. You let out a snort, your eyes fully taking in his figure. Jake was soaked. Water droplets dribbled onto the floorboards beneath him from his clothing.
"How was it?" You questioned, pulling the door fully open and stepping inside. He shrugged in response, eyeing the item that were previously set on his bed.
"Nothing much out there. Thought I could beat the storm, but…" he looked down at himself and you did the same. Both of you grew into a fit of giggles.
"I did too, I just changed. As you noticed." Jacob shook his head, laughing. Causing droplets to fly in every direction. You held up your hands to defend yourself. "Stop, you really are a dog. My god."
"What'd you just call me?" he asked. His eyes were wide as he fawned an offended expression, but the side of his mouth upturned lightly proving he felt otherwise.
"Nothing, I said nothing."
He grumbled, stepping closer.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he joked, coming toe to toe with you. A hand came up to your mouth to hide your laughter.
"Sorry, it just slipped out."
Jacob rolled his eyes playfully, stepping aside to go through the clean laundry basket while you sat on his bed. He took out a towel and a pair of clothes. His eyes caught sight of his dresser. One of the drawers opened. Not how he left. Looking back at you, he took in your outfit. A smile growing on his features.
"I see you've found my stash." Your face scrunched up.
"I wouldn't call it that."
"Well what is it then? Just an ass load of your clothes, hiding away in my room. It sounds like a stash."
"Well it's not like you were hiding them. A stash if like cocaine.It sounds weird when you call it a that," you murmured.
"You're weird," Jacob mumbled back.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," he stated, tossing a random piece of cloth at you. You threw it back, smacking him in the face. "You are literally so mean to me, Y/n." You scoffed.
"You threw it first."
"I don't know what your talking about."
"We need to stop with this ' I don't know' game."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he repeated before another shirt flew your way. Followed by a body falling onto you.
"Get off of me," you practically squealed, shoving at his shoulder.
"I've been hard at work for hours and here I come home to you treating me like some verbal and physical punching bag."
"Jake, you're still wet. I just changed. You'll get your blanket dirth. Move-"
"All I wanted was to finish my shift and maybe receive some love and affection, but no. I get kicked out of my room-"
"You were not kicked out."
"Get called a dog."
" I told you it just slipped out-"
"And get made fun of for my wording."
"It's not my fault you're bad at talking," you grumbled, settling into your fate as the body mass on top of you didn't move an inch. Jacob hummed in content, tucking his chin onto the crook of your neck. The feeling of the water from him soaking into your clothes was uncomfortable. Once again your face scrunched up from the sensation.
"Seriously, you need to get up. I don't want to change again."
"You're gonna have to anyways," his voice was muffled by the material of your shirt. "It's not like it's going to dry instantly, dummy."
"You're a dummy."
"There you go again. Being mean "
"You started it-" your words were cut short as the light throughout the room disappeared. The sound of wind howling, taking up it's space.
"I told you my elbows!" Billy's voice called from the other side of the house.
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Jonathan Moore (Joe Goldberg) x Student!Reader
Warnings: power imbalance, sexual tension but it's only in his head. Joe isn't as excusable of his own actions in this as he is in the show.
Notes: God help me … AHHH!!!! I have a very deep hatred for teacher/student dynamics, but something horrible came over me. This is set in a University, not unlike the one in the latest season.
I rarely find the chance to look your way when class is in session, but the few glimpses I’m granted by the seldom silent room, as I search for someone to speak, have allowed me to catch your thoughtful expressions. I especially enjoy the sight of your pen between your teeth as you unknowingly chew your way through.
Of course, the silence is by cause of thinking, typically as a result of a question or remark the students hadn’t expected to be posed. Usually, and always quite consistent at that, the class is occupied by students who love to open their mouths and talk. You’re not quite like that, I realized fairly early on in the semester.
I don’t believe you’re actually shy, but I do wonder when and if you’ll ever raise your hand to speak. So far, nearly everyone else in the course had spoken — except for you. You can lose marks for that, you know… But that doesn’t make you dumb. Oh, no. On the contrary, while your classmates endlessly bicker and discuss the previously presented lectures and assigned readings, their written works cannot compare to what you’ve submitted to me thus far.
Your essays have given me a peek into you — into your mind — and I am enthralled by not only your position, but the overall manner in which you bring your perspective into the written world. The fashion in which you articulate your thoughts feels natural and organic, nothing like the endless well of regurgitated information that typically summarizes the essays of newly admitted students. I can’t quite call what I feel as being love, lord knows I’ve jumped the shark a handful of times, but I’d certainly consider it admiration of the highest regard.
“Midterms have been graded. When I call your name, come to the front to pick it up.” I say, ten minutes before class is dismissed. “My office hours remain the same as it appears on the syllabus, and I will gladly discuss your midterms with you then.”
There is a short duration as I list off the students, one by one. When I eventually call your name, you rise from your seat and make your way around the other students. I watch you stride over to me, your eyes observing the stack of papers in my hands. I slide your essay off the top and hand it to you, all the while my eyes roam your face with obsessive interest. Your expression drops from curiosity to absolute academic horror as the red ink on the front page comes into your view and your life surely flashes before your eyes.
“If you’d like to stay after class, we can discuss your grade,” I tell you quietly. You say nothing — big surprise — as you press the stapled paper to your chest and steel yourself. You make your way back to your seat not a moment later, and I call up the next student.
By the time the papers are distributed, everyone is packing up quickly. Everyone, but you. Conversations are being thrown about, laughter and words of encouragement are being shared, but you remain silent as you slowly bring your things together. You’re embarrassed, I’m sure of it, and you’re desperately hoping no other student saw even a glimpse of the wretched red ink atop the page, signifying your horrendous grade — a mark I had given to you like a desperate fool for your time.
Despite your work being one of the best in the class, I gave you a failing mark. It hurt me to even consider it, but we'll both laugh about it at a later date — when all of it is far behind us.
Once the room is emptied and only you and I remain, I lean back on my desk and cross my arms.
“I can’t speak to you about the midterm until at least twenty-four hours have passed since you received your grade,” I say.
“Then this is redundant.” You respond. I’m stunned for a split second, nearly enchanted by the way your lips moved.
“You’re struggling in this class and I thought it’d be good to talk,” I tell you, following it with a prolonged silence as you fail to meet my stare.
“The midterm can’t be taken again,” I continue. “But you can still, sort of, earn points for participation. Although not enough classes remain for a positive mark in that category, I can arrange for replacement assignments to make up for it.”
When you look down at your essay, deep in thought, I step away from my desk and make my way to you. I watch the way you chew on the end of your pen, deliciously, and the way your hands carefully caress those wretchedly red-stained papers.
I clear my throat to catch your attention, once more. You look up at me and I feel myself becoming worse. Before I speak, I lick my dried lips like a parched animal.
“Would you be willing to meet with me at an allotted time… for these needed marks?”
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Trevante rhodes X BLACK!FEM!reader.
WARNINGS: HEAVY daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of weight loss, rough sex, unprotected sex.(slightly unedited)
SUMMARY: you ask your lovely husband to help you with losing a bit of weight, but in the mist of it he challenges you like always, which results in you hurting yourself, so he helps you with a nice massage after.
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“You see what you did to me, boy?” I groaned at my husband and rolled my shoulders back before pushing them forward, repeating those motions once more. I was seated at my vanity, looking myself in the mirror and examining my tightened muscles, specifically my stomach, thighs, and shoulders.
“You still sore from that workout? It was three days ago” Trevante chuckled and took a sip of the hot tea I had just previously made for him, the shirtless man walking into our shared bedroom. He hid a small smirk behind the ceramic mug he held as he watched me try to stretch my arms out, his cockiness setting in.
You had recently asked him to help you lose a few pounds for a dress you BEGGED for, but couldn’t fit since they didn’t have your size anymore, yet at the time you were determined to fit it one way or another.
You thought it’d also be a great bonding experience for you both, but it quickly turned into a competition once you both got into the gym, your brain telling you ‘mind over matter’ after your husband decided to say something slick along the lines off “damn, that’s it? I could have atleast did ten more” —And so from there it had turned into who can last the longest rather than just a normal workout session.
“You knew I was overworking! I said three sets was enough, but you just had to go and call me a punk, knowing imma try to keep going and talk my shit” I complained, turning to look back at him, the man rolling his eyes and sitting his mug down on my vanity with his smile still being present. He was only smiling because he knew he had beat me.
Though I never said it, it was very obvious that I wasn’t holding up as well as he was. In fact he felt great, per usual for the man that works out frequently, making sure his body stayed healthy and in shape for his curvy wife.
“Alright, well lemme repay you with a little massage, I’ll have those muscles feeling better in no time” he suggested, laying a small kiss on my neck before placing his hands on my shoulders, applying slight pressure, which made me wince in pain.
My back arched and I reached for his wrists to get them off of me “I’m fine, I don’t need it” I said, shooing his hands away, more so scared of the pain.
“Girl, you just squealed like I hit you or something. get up and go lay on that couch so I can work my magic” he instructed, pointing over to the small lounging area we had in the corner of the room, decorated with a couch and a bookshelf filled with mostly my research books.
cracking his knuckles and smiling down at me, I shook my head and he nodded back at me. His smile was almost devilish, but I discarded any thoughts of him having different plans.
I thought about his proposal for a few seconds and sighed, finally giving in “fine, whatever. But NO funny business, aight?” I squinted at him and stood slowly, careful not to move too much or else I’d suffer the consequences.
“Fine, I promise”
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It was obvious he wasn’t going to keep his promise, his hand continuously dipping down to my lower back and upper thigh anytime he felt that I wasn’t paying attention, which I always was. I couldn’t say I told him ‘no’ or was fighting it at all, mostly cause I definitely wasn’t since I played a big part in what I told him not to do by pushing my ass up against him every once and awhile.
Slowly pulling down my shorts with my thongs following, he put his hands on either sides of my hips and pulled them up, his tongue instantly going for my clit. I let out a soft moan, my pussy already dripping in arousal as his tongue swirled and flipped over my clit. He used his hands and put them on my ass cheeks, beginning to bounce me back against his tongue.
“Ride my tongue, baby, just like that”
He encouraged, slipping his long tongue inside of me while humming, the vibrations making me jump and moan louder right after. I reached my hand back and shoved his head deeper while smashing my head into the fluffed pillow, my back arching and hunching up as my walls clenched and unclenched around his tongue, my sweet juices spilling out onto him simultaneously, soaking his beard.
He reached one of his hands down and used the pads of his fingers to rub my clit while applying pressure, matching the speed of his tongue as he began darting it inside of me repeatedly.
“Ouuu! Oh- shit! I’m cumming!”
I shouted into the cushions, my voice barely making a peep until my head popped up from the pillows, turning back to look at him devour me. He smacked my ass with both hands and removed his tongue from my leaking entrance before attaching his mouth back to my clit with his tongue wagging back and forth over the pink, swollen ‘button’, two of his fingers slipping inside of me to add onto the pleasure, ultimately sending me over the edge.
Shaking his head back and forth while still sucking, my legs began to shake aggressively until I felt a gush of water release, the pressure in my lower stomach almost instantly withering away.
He happily slurped up my juices while laying two more slaps on my ass.
“That’s my girl. you did so good, baby” he praised and brought his head back up, kissing my right cheek. I breathed heavily, a weak smile growing on my face before my legs gave out and my lower body collapsed, my skin making contact with the warm, wet spot underneath me.
“I’m tired” I groaned, closing my eyes.
“We still not done. Get that ass up and arch that back for me”
With just those words, my eyes opened back up slowly, my stomach turning. This man had WAY too much energy.
“I can’t, baby. my legs-“
“That wasn’t a question, it was an order.”
He interrupted, grabbing my afro puff and yanking my head back, a gasp escaping my throat. He gripped my hip with his other hand and forced me back up onto my knees, then placing that same hand in the middle of my back, making me form an almost painful arch.
“Ow! Don’t be so rough- ugh!“
I whimpered, the man gripping my hair harder, a pain shooting through my scalp as the result.
I reached my hand back and grabbed a hold of his wrist, making an attempt to get him to loosen his grip.
“I’m starting to remember all that shit you was talking in the gym. Hopefully you ain’t think I forgot too much” he spoke close to my ear while pressing his hard dick to my bare ass, making me realize he had already abandoned both of his bottoms without me noticing.
His voice sent shivers down my spine, the warmth of his tongue that was now sliding up my neck only adding to the sensation as he began rubbing the tip of his dick between my folds, coating the brown head in the slick juices that had threatened to drip from me and ruin my green, velvet couch once again. He began pushing himself inside of me, slipping right in because of how wet I was.
“Fuuuck”
We both cursed, my walls gripping him tightly the more he sunk into me.
“That wet ass pussy gripping me so tight” he cursed against me, pulling me back against his chest and leaning up, beginning to tap my swollen clit with his fingers, which made me flinch. He let go of my hair and wrapped his arm around my body, him holding my bouncing titties in place with as he sped up his strokes, already hitting so deep that it had me seeing stars.
He looked down between us and watched my ass bounce back onto his pelvis, the jiggling resembling water waves crashing against itself.
“Daddy— you’re so fuckin’ deep!”
“This whatchu wanted right? Thought you was slick pushin’ that ass against me, huh?”
“I’m sorry—“
I spoke through my clenched teeth, watching us both in the reflection of the slightly opened window in front of us, a soft, southern breeze blowing in from the bottom. beginning to grind my ass back onto him as tears left my eyes, he let go of me, allowing me to collapse back into the couch.
“Oh you fuckin’ back now?” He began matching my motion, grinding his dick into me, a prolonged moan slipping from my lips as I clenched around him once more.
“You taking this dick so well, baby. Can I go faster?”
I couldn’t respond if I wanted to. My tear stained cheeks was pressed against the chairs arm as I laid there limp, having no choice but to take every inch he gave me.
he took my silence as a ‘yes’ regardless of me not answering, quickly bracing himself to continue the punishment on my gspot, and so he did.
Now pounding me from the back, one of his legs being planted on the couch and the other hanging off while his hands pressed into the arch of my spine, his strokes almost being deep enough to curve the perfect shape of the bone, or at least that’s what it felt like in the moment.
I gripped the couch pillows so hard that my French tip acrylic nails almost popped off one by one. Drool dripped from the corner of my mouth as it stayed agape, leaving a dark, wet puddle on the sage colored velvet. my eyes rolled back and small, pathetic whimpers left my mouth the harder he went, the man feeling empowered just by watching my reaction to a treatment he would have loved to give me everyday.
“Keep that fuckin’ arch. Don’t you fuckin’ move, girl”
He cooed down at me effortlessly, as if he wasn’t driving into my gspot at 40mph.
“Y-yesss, ye-yes, daddy”
I muttered, struggling to form words as he poked at my spot again, continuing to dirty talk me as if we weren’t right by an open window with nosy elderly neighbors.
“Tell daddy how sorry you are”
“I’m so sorry, daddy” I cried out.
“Daddy beatin’ that pussy right?”
I nodded and continued to whine uncontrollably, my body starting to convulse from feeling my next orgasm rising.
If the neighbors haven’t heard anything by now, they most definitely heard me begging him for some kind of mercy.
“I made that pain go away that quick, huh? I’m starting to think you were faking”
He spoke between thrusts, slowing down so that he could grind into me deeply, looking down and watching my cream collect around the base of his dick. I could feel every inch, vein, and thickness of him. every detail of him rubbing against my walls every time he pushed inside of me completely, the upwards curve of his dick reaching places I didn’t even know were there.
“Fuck-“
“Answer my question”
He smacked my ass, my back hunching and arching again.
“yes, daddy!”
“This pussy all for me? It’s mine?”
I again nodded lazily, biting my bottom lip to hide my hoarse voice.
“Mhmm”
He hummed, pulling out and reattaching his mouth to my pussy, licking up the mess I made. his lips eased between mine as he slurped me up like his last meal, his tongue trailing up to my second hole, licking around my rim and going back down.
I could barely hide my shaking, not that I had the energy to try, but if I did, I would have failed miserably with the way he was eating me. At this point it felt as if my body had turned to jelly, the man making it his goal to break me down completely.
Slipping two fingers inside of me, he thrusts them downwards, aiming for my gspot.
“You look so pretty, baby” he kissed my right cheek before catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his hand speeding up at the same time. A powerful euphoric feeling rushes up my torso, swirling around in the bottom of my stomach as I came all over his hand once again, the milky substance dripping down his arm.
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Two more orgasms and an hour later, he hadn’t let up one bit.
I was now currently laid out on our shared bed, flipped onto my back, my legs spread open and pinned to the mattress by my own hands as Trevante delivered shallow thrusts into me while keeping his thumb attached to my clit with his other hand pressed down on the bottom of my stomach.
He thrusted his hips upwards just to see me flinch and shake, feeling the tip of his curved dick poke at the palm of his hand with every movement.
By now I was convinced this man secretly had it out for me and he was trying to make me die on the dick. I was on the verge of passing out and he gave zero fucks about it. And all of this to prove a point I didn’t remember.
“Fuck! I- I can’t-“
I whimpered pathetically, throwing my head back against the soft, plush pillows. My mouth was dry from it being open half of the time, the constant gasping of air and rough treatment not helping at all.
“Yes you can. Give daddy that last nut, baby. You can do it”
He encouraged, watching my face contort, my eyes starting to water once again.
I let out a string of loud, almost pornographic moans, my head popping up from the pillows to watch him rub my clit, the bundle of nerves starting to jump against his thumb as I began squirting all over his arm and torso, leaving his chiseled body glistening, just how I liked it.
“There we go, baby”
He leaned down and kissed my swollen lips, his hand now caressing my face and wiping away my tears. He slowly pulled out, careful not to hurt me by mistake.
“You didn’t cum?”
I asked breathlessly, genuinely wondering. He just smiled and pecked my lips before speaking.
“you thought we was done? We can worry about that later. Imma go run you a bath so we can really take care of those sore muscles, aight?” He suggested and I smiled up at him, nodding.
His duality will forever have me confused. He fucked me like a slut and after, I’d have him wrapped around my little finger.
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"A crown on your head and finger" : Vil Schoenheit
Artistic Author Reader | Reader is not Yuu | SFW | no warnings | fluff Implied & confirmed proposal off-camera from reader | 1500+ words
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Summary: To be the lover and the muse all at once is to be adored truly in all definitions known to men. Loud chatter, laughter, screams and noise all but became white noise when something was a bigger priority, and the hand in yours was playing the biggest part in it; you squeeze the soft hand, noting to ask how his skin is so soft. He playfully asks why you were making him run “-As if the place was running away too. We’ll be fine-” He huffed, and you smiled; you knew he was looking forward to this as much as you were. The sound of excited footsteps, skipping to the acting club with an extra pep in the steps, you hummed the tune with an extra glint in your eyes; today was the first day you’d be a part of the highschool drama club, you were tasked with making the paintings for this classic script that would be adapted for their theatre stage. Fairest Queen, The Huntsman, The princess, Poison apples.. Painting the day away, you were drawing the portraits of the characters adapted to their assigned actors. Gently setting down the brush to wait as Vil’s portrait dried, you were brought back to reality by him who sat next to you, leaning his head against yours from the side; his smile was impossible to miss, the way you heard it in his voice “Oh? I didn’t know I was your muse, my my.. Are you enthralled by me, my beauty?” as he asked teasingly, and the way his breath was caught in his throat when you nodded, saying “You are the fairest of them all,” you smiled at him, and Vil thought to himself that you must’ve mistook him for the mirror of the fairest queen.
“Keep still, my dove” Vil breathed, quiet words, relaxing you royally as you leaned slowly, letting him pose you so that he could apply your shared beauty routine without a hitch. A royally lovely smile tugged its way up his breathtaking face, growing on his kissable lips as the happiness rose up to his eyes. The sound of typing late into the night as your beautiful boyfriend applied a face mask carefully, multitasking through your routines which would look ridiculously intimate to anyone else, you tried not to smile too widely; resulting in the smug, dopey grin he adored, Vil pat the face mask into shape on your face with a laugh. You were exchanging emails with the publishers his father worked with, your recent step into stardom of authorship was in match with his own, thanks to Vil and his fathers encouragements you have made the leap into public eyes. You had stepped back into your shared space, fast walking into the arms of your awaiting soulmate and crashing into the bed, stardom was a curse and a blessing. They adored you, or at least they adored your penmanship, your story telling, your artworks and script-writing. You adored the visitors who visited your writers tent and asked for your autograph, you made sure to write a positive quote in a character they chose too, each of them unique. Even when the high effort of this life often made you exhausted, you found yourself having what it takes to go on and aim for what you want. You hummed as Vil played with your hair, talking about your careers, recent casting calls, public receptions: To your most recent surprise, the public eye loved the story you wrote with the fairest of them all in mind the most, the one where you had written with Vil as the hero in mind. He promised you that if your artistic masterpiece was to be adapted to be on stage, he would make sure it’s perfect. For you, his fairest love.
Never falling, never losing what you have whilst growing up together; You were a mostly faceless author until you decided to attend NRC with him, revealing your identity upon enrolling the college with a smile and absolute confidence, perfect (practised) posture, a powerful stance; you entered with a casting call, a show to creative genius humouring your absolutely floored fairest queen. He did not think you would go this above and beyond! You pulled all the stops, casting call, props, the poise! The confidence! The creativity! Your beauty was in full bloom as to be expected of you, the fairest lover of his majesty. And the absolute face of delight Vil has seeing you and him being placed in the same dorm only makes your happiness reach your eyes faster. 
(Not to mention the absolute shock so many people would have, since they all grew up reading your works or heard a lot about you too, now discovering you were the same age/younger than them while making such masterpieces? Some are impressed, others want you to just take them out in the lethal way already. Your confidence, your stance, it was obvious from the way Vil gasped and not only that, but he was positively glowing ever since then, to know you two would be together even in your education.)
Vil absolutely brags about you ever since then, as he always has but with no filter or reason to hold back anymore as you were both fully public figures, but not many know how guilty he feels some days. Why? Because your favourite book, your artistic magnum opus will have a theatre adaptation, someday, but it has to wait until he is ready, if he is ever ready, yet you always smile and say that if it's not him who acts the story you wrote with him in your mind, then the stage is not where it meant to be at all; not if the fairest of them all isn't playing his role as the hero. You reassure him so often in private as you read him like a book; "I'd never cast Neige or some stuffed shirt crown jerk to play the role I wrote with you in my mind" You whispered the first time, and he had to do a double take- Him? You wrote this all based on him? For him? With him in mind, only him..? He knew you promised, but sometimes it just hit him like a train how you meant it, the genuine reality of it often sobered him up. 
"This world is a canvas, and you're my most lovely muse; and I wax poetry nonsense far too often, people think I'm ingenuine.." You sigh, taking his handsome face tenderly in your palms, "But I've never loved any of them; it's only ever been you. I admire beauty, but I love you, only you." And Vil closes his eyes, circling his arms around your waist as he lets himself bury his expression and tears onto your neck. “Good things are worth waiting for, and you’re the best thing in my life; you’ll always be the my most important part of life” You kissed the crown of his head, noting to maybe put your prop work knowledge to use, maybe replicating the crowns depicted in the love stories of the fairest queen could make a great gift; Yes, this would be it. For your upcoming important day, you would not only put the red box in the nightstand to use, but place the crown your beautiful future husband rightfully deserved on his head too. What a wonderful gift fit for the love you shared with him.. And he agreed, with a truly sudden surge of emotions that no acting training or practice could ever prepare him for, with a “yes” he agreed, many multiple times. Now, Vil felt the urge to roll his eyes, thankful for his years of practice to drown out the reflex of such informality as he made eye contact with the ramshackle perfect who asked if the crown on his head was real, if it was bought or made, if it was a collectors item or if there was only one of them- He gestured in a waving motion which read as a most majestic –shut up– and the perfect gulped, not ready for what they may have said to set him off. But he smiled instead, with a poisonous glint in his eyes. “Hm? Yes, potato, this crown I wear is in fact one of its kind. It’s a gift from my fairest one, yes, that’s why it matches the ring; hm? Is it really so unexpected of me to be loved, potato? No? Good.” Vil huffed, fixing the now-iconic, signature crown on his head back in place, truly, you were his greatest gift in life. A crown on his ring finger and one on his head too, you never let him forget that he is your fairest queen, as if he could ever. He smiled as he elegantly raised his right hand, asking with a royal smirk and another huff of confidence, “-Because I only have the fairest lover of them all, potato, never forget it; [name] Schoenheit is the most beautiful name of them all, as the only one who’s as fair as me will only ever stand by my side.”
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anyon-else · 1 year
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
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summary | kakashi just wants to have all of his kids back under one roof, and you just want to make sure you can stay with sakura long enough to ensure her safety. you and kakashi end up accidentally bonding over your shared concern for the girl (marvel au).
pairings | kakashi hatake x black widow!reader + sakura haruno, sasuke uchiha, naruto uzumaki, orochimaru, kabuto yakushi, ino yamanaka, might guy, hiruzen sarutobi, shikamaru nara, dosu kinuta, hinata hyuga
warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn, allusion to suicide, descriptions of scars, threats of death, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, mind control, torture, paranoia, weapons, dissociation, descriptions of injuries, discussion of themes present in naruto and black widow
status | ongoing ➣ next: give me a fight, i can't resist
— father, save me! i, the traitor (part 1) | your life has existed in one setting. one complex of training rooms, poorly designed bedrooms, and labs. you’ve had one mentor, one trainer, and one friend.
— i'm in ruins, but it's what I wanted all along (part 2) | sakura is desperate for kakashi to see that you’re not a threat, but you’re not making it very easy for him to believe her. still, as much as he distrusts you, he trusts sakura more.
— this fire of devotion (it burns me) (part 3) | you and kakashi had let your guards down too soon after getting sakura out of the red room. you should’ve known that this kind of peace and safety was too good to last very long.
— i fought time; it won in a landslide (part 4) | you knew that orochimaru wasn't an ethical man, but you had never considered that his training methods would result in trauma. kakashi begged to differ.
— skin-scarred and buried deep (part 5) | the mission had seemed much simpler in theory, but facing a past that you hadn't even known existed created unexpected roadblocks.
— i know you're a man-made fortress (part 6) | the mission comes to an end, and you and kakashi both fear that it may not have been enough to uncover the truth. on top of that, an old friend puts a bit of a wrench in your attempts to return back home.
— my struggling form, my willing soul (part 7) | sakura is adamant that you stay in the compound permanently, and you're trying to think of any reason why that's a bad idea. you don't expect kakashi to be the one who convinces you to stay.
— will you let me come closer to you? (part 8) | you know that staying is a bad idea. deep down, you know that it will only lead to more pain and loss. but for some reason, it's becoming harder and harder to tear yourself away from this new home.
— i set a fire to my soul (i hope it ate 'till it was full) (part 9) | you realize after spending two weeks at the compound that existing peacefully actually seems like a plausible way of spending your life. it makes you feel free, a feeling that you're wholly unfamiliar with. it's something you want to get used to. 
— will you remember me as i am now? (part 10) | for the first time in your life, you understand what true happiness feels like, and it's both exciting and terrifying. you know now that you have to hold onto it before it's ripped away.
— they lose their minds for us (part 11) | orochimaru had been waiting very patiently to get his hands on you. now that he has, he sees no reason to delay his plans further than he already has.
— of humble origins and born of the cursed sex (part 12) | after seven months, kakashi and naruto finally find you in an abandoned HYDRA outpost. however, you're not the same person that they remember.
— yes, these new walls are pretty hard to crack (part 13) | despite ino's reassurances, believing that kakashi is good is easier said than done. however, he's making it very hard for you to be afraid of him.
— i’m sorry i’m the one you love (part 14) | things are beginning to change—you're feeling less wary of kakashi and his students, and slowly but surely, you begin to believe the things that they're telling you about your past. unfortunately, old enemies aren't always so easy to get rid of.
extras | read on ao3 | spotify playist | inspo | main masterlist
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I have a request to make. Platonic yandere shinobu and kanae +child reader. Please and thank you.
ʚ Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope my portrayal of the two is close-to-canon & satisfactory ɞ
- Vinn
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Kanae & Shinobu are no strangers to taking in a child. They've done it once before with their loving sister, Kanao, yet something was different with you. The two of them came across you when they were on assignment. A demon had been reported in the west, up near the mountains resulting in a string of slaughters.
"Oh, how unfortunate to hear. I'd say we'd better get going then, right Shinobu?"
"We'll slay the damned demon in no time, Master."
The two are quick to set off on their journey having taken a few days to arrive near their location. It was nighttime by the time they do so, which is when a scream rang out through the wood surroundings. The scream put the two on high alert, immediately the two ran towards the source of the sound.
As the two approached the house, they saw a demon on the doorstep, eating away at a now dead woman's forearm. The demon seemed to be distracted by the woman's taste, only ending in it's own decapitation by the older Kocho.
Kanae was rather surprised that a demon was caught off-guard so easily, but Shinobu only said that the demons had the same intelligence as that of a fish and that Kanae shouldn't be so surprised. The young woman sighed and looked down to the fading body of the demon beneath her feet.
"Perhaps, Dear Sister, however you and I both know that is not true."
Shinobu puffed her cheeks, but said nothing else. The thought occured to Kanae to check the home for any survivors. When she looked up the steps she saw that the the sliding door was ajar. Seeing this she gained the hope that there was a survivor, even if only one.
It didn't take long for the sisters to find you. The heartbreaking muffled sobs were quite evident, coming from a closet. Kanae remembered when her and her sister had been in this situation and it tugged at her heart. It took a moment for Kanae to approach the closet door, unfreezing after Shinobu snapped her out of it.
"Hello? Child? You can come out now; you're safe."
Her voice was calming and kind as she coaxed you out of your hiding spot. The door slid open slowly, revealing your teary eyes to the sisters. Kanae kneeled down to your height with a kind smile on her face, holding her hand out to you.
"It's alright, we won't hurt you...My name is Kanae Kocho." She had gestured back to her sister who stood beside her. "And her name is Shinobu."
It took a little bit to succeed in coaxing you out of your hiding place, but it worked nonetheless. You crawled out of the closet, looking to be no older than six. Shinobu observed your quaking body and pitied you. She knew what it was like to lose a guardian, and she knew what you were feeling, however she wasn't too sure what Kanae wanted to do on this situation, but she had an inkling it would be a similar solution to one previously.
"Dear, we regret to inform you, but your guardian has passed on. You will have to accompany us from here on out."
"What?! Kanae, we already-"
When Kanae looked up to Shinobu, Shinobu shut her mouth and huffed once again. She knew that Kanae wanted to save others from their own tragic fate, but adopting every child they come across? They already had one child to take care of, but two was too much. ( ha get it? ) // ( Kill me please /j )
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It takes awhile for Shinobu to get close to you, but after countless nights of cuddling up with both her and Kanae and Kanao, she eventually grows close to you and insists on you laying by her futon. Kanae doesn't mind this, happy that Shinobu had taken a liking to you.
When you're older and have the potential to gain suitors//suitresses(?) , Shinobu tends to chase them off, believing you need her and her sisters only, however Kanae is the opposite. She pushes for you to find a suitor out of love, wanting you to be happy outside of the life of a demon slayer.
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After Kanae was killed while on mission, Shinobu forbid you from becoming a slayer, resulting in you becoming a part of the Butterfly Children. You took care of Demon Slayer's, but did not partake in the missions. However, before Kanae's passing, she had taught you her breathing style. Whenever Shinobu was gone, you were there to protect the younger Butterfly Girls. But, if Gyomei were off of assignment for once, she would leave the five/six of you with him. Afterall, she trusted him, especially since he had taken both her and Kanae in all those years ago.
When the Kamado Siblings arrive at the Butterfly Mansion, she is not too thrilled to have a demon within her walls, but makes peace with it considering Ubayashiki himself had permitted it. She tells you to tend to the boy, but not to get too close to the box he keeps with him.
However, you didn't listen and became quite friendly with the younger Kamado, knowing her now as Nezuko. Shinobu wasn't thrilled with this discovery, but couldn't find it in herself to punish you. If there is ever a day you become too friendly with a certain sibling, however, she will not hesitate to deny him entry at her doorstep.
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Hello Hello Hello 💕
I am so sorry to my lovely requester for taking so long on getting this out! I had to gather a lot of motivation for this, having thought that I could dive head first into writing a oneshot/drabble about one of the (in my opinion) most complex characters in Demon Slayer. Turns out I was wrong lol
I know that there wasn't much Yandere!Kanae (considering I kinda killed her off a bit early in the story) But I do think this turned out better than I expected it too when I first started!
I hope you enjoyed this drabble/oneshot/I'mnotreallysuretbh!! Please let me know what you all think 💕
( Also, should I start a separate blog dedicated to oneshots so they don't get lost? )
Also Also! I made that little header at the top myself!! ( Super proud of it tbh 💕 )
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ironmandeficiency · 1 year
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free food
pairing: pippin / hobbit!reader
word count: 1058
summary: pippin’s idea for free food on valentine's day has far better results than he and merry could have predicted
a/n: this is my february piece for the year of themed creation (@yearofcreation2023), but i lost it before i could actually post it on valentine’s day 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i've clawed my way out of my depressive slumps to post what i'm behind on, so here we are
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there were only so many dates pippin could third wheel on before he lost his mind
merry was courting estella bolger and they were so sickeningly cute together that poor pip felt like he was going to lose second breakfast just watching them
his dear friend was saying something about estella; to be honest, pip zoned out for a hot minute because at this rate, he would know estella better than he knew himself if he listened to everything merry had to say about her
pippin would much rather focus on more important things, like ways to steal more crops from farmer maggot or new drinking medleys 
his wandering mind was brought back to the present conversation with the phrase “free food” (which he was technically somewhat focused on already)
“where is the food and how can i get it for free?!”
“see pip, it’s not that simple-“
“just tell me what i need to do!”
“you need a date!”
oh. well, it could be worse. pippin doesn’t think he knows a single hobbit that would turn down a free meal
with that being said, there was not a doubt in his mind who he would want to accompany him on this free food expedition: you
if he wanted the act to be convincing, you were the most obvious choice. you knew how to act; case in point, when you would smuggle him & merry while they were running from farmer maggot after burgling his crops, or pretend to not notice when pies suddenly vanish from your windowsill only to be offered right back to you moments later by your favorite took
with his mind set on asking you to be his fake date, he prods for more details. let it never be said that peregrine took does anything halfway. “okay, a date. then what?”
was it pippin’s imagination, or did merry look as if he was scheming?
“you’ve got to profess your love to ‘em, make a big spectacle of it! the sappier, the better.”
oh. apparently, it is worse like he originally thought
his cousin merely laughed at the way his face blanched at the idea of waxing poetic about his lifelong crush, skipping away from a bewildered pippin with a smug smile
“oi! merry! where d’ye think you’re-”
“so,” pippin could feel his heart skip a beat when your voice reached his ears. “what’s this i hear about free food?”
well, bollocks. guess it’s time to reveal the potential plan and hope he doesn’t get socked
“well ya see, it’s but a simple plan. we go from tavern to tavern, making a spectacle of ourselves while professing our love for each other. the barkeeps, so moved by our displays of love, cover the bills. free food, you see?”
“will we take turns doing the confessing?”
“of course. ‘tis only fair, after all. we’ve got to share the workload.”
“may i pick the first venue?”
“of course, dearie-” pippin paused, immediately rewinding the conversation and wondering when he asked you to join him.
wait a moment, he didn’t ask you! but you accepted anyway!
you loved to watch pippin’s mind slowly come to the realization that you accepted his unsent invitation. the scrunching of his eyebrows, one hand reaching for his chin while the other perches on his hip
“then it’s set! we’ll meet at mine for afternoon tea then head out. make sure to dress nicely, i won’t accept proclamations of love and adoration from any average hoodlum!” with a rush of bravery you peck his cheek, tossing him a wink over your shoulder as you stroll away
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a rhythmic knock sounded on the violet door of your smial precisely five minutes before afternoon tea
“come on in, pip!”
“i’m not pippin, but i shall come in nevertheless.” you recognize merry’s voice on the other side and laugh. leave it to the tooks (by name, blood, or both) to be so forward
merry enters your home and looks rather serious, which is a funny look on the typically carefree brandybuck
“what seems to be troubling you, merry?”
he took a deep breath, hands gravitating behind his back and a look of concern coating his features. “about your date with pippin tonight… please don’t lead him on with fallacies. there’s only so much his heart can take and i fear that if you act too convincing for the sake of the scheme, it would shatter him come tomorrow morn.”
the concern was touching, and it made your heart swell with the knowledge that your dear pippin has such a stalwart friend at his side
but this also leads you to question, not for the first or last time, the blindness of those with took blood
“who says i would spread a single fallacy tonight? my intentions are pure and good, my friend. i plan on speaking my heart and seeing where it leads.” there was no conceivable way that neither cousin knew of your feelings for pippin… was there?
“and anyway, it’s about time i submit myself to the fate of marrying into the took line. they are a rather rowdy bunch, but genuine in all they do.” you flurry around your kitchen, setting out three placemats on your dining table to accommodate for the unexpected guest “i could become a sackville-baggins, but i fear that adopting that name would result in none of you talking to me ever again.”
a loud clattering followed by a wet SPLAT! jolted you both. you turn to find a flabbergasted pippin in your entryway, a smile on his face and eyes wet with unshed tears. there was a mostly-cooked loaf of lemon & poppy seed cake on your floor, the porcelain it was cooked in still mercifully whole. he didn’t even look the slightest bit bothered by the pieces of cake that splattered on his toes
“d’ye mean it? would you truly allow me to make a took out of you?”
carefully stepping around the remnants of the cake, you hold his face in your hands as you reply, “i’ve wanted for nothing more, pip.”
without warning you’re hoisted into the air, pippin loudly whooping and laughing as you’re spun around. his smile is contagious as always, your own laughter joining his
merry’s presence is all but forgotten until his voice breaks through your reverie. “watch out for the-” THU-THUD!! “-cake.”
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dotster001 · 1 year
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Hi grats on 1k!!!<3 id like to participate in the event too if you don’t mind i choose twisted wonderland
My OG: Riddle has always been the favorite child lol i first learned of what twisted wonderland was through my first matchup result here on tumblr before i knew what twisted wonderland was. The headcanon was so cute and i fell in love with him and his design when i started researching and it led me to falling in love with the game itself too. Obviously I chose his hand first when the game finally came to global and he was on my first home-screen and is still there to this day although there have been times i considered switching with malleus or azul i couldn’t bring myself too lol. He reminds me of a little red angry cat who just needs love 🥺.
About me: huh what do i say lol. well I’m a cis female, pronouns she/her, my mbti is infj, my enneagram type is 2w1, my zodiac is a Capricorn, im african American 5’2 with black wavy/curly hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks and hour glass figure.
I would describe me as kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward and clumsy. My weaknesses would be low self esteem and lack of confidence.
I like animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime cartoons music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets bread and helping people.
I dislike spiders loud sounds people who harm others people i care about not caring for themselves people who don’t consider others not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests.
Random facts about me would be that i pace a lot i talk to myself i sing when im alone and im a picky eater i have a pet cat and two sisters.
What kind of tale do i want: i dont know get creative i suppose maybe something fluffy and romantic i dont mind a little angst tho if you want as long as there is a happy ending. Just go nuts and surprise me if you can.
Thank you
(Hi I hope you like this! I was inspired by the fact that you got a match up before even knowing the game 😂 the story practically wrote itself.)
A Tale Where Riddle is Set up on a Blind Date, and it works out Better than Expected
"Trust me, Riddle, she's lit! You're gonna love her!"
"Sure Cater, but I don't have time for your nonsense."
Three weeks now. Three weeks of Cater trying to set him up on a blind date with some girl. He tried to be polite. But Cater wasn't taking the hint. And now Riddle was pretty sure he was about to lose it.
"Look, one date with her. One date and I promise, you'll be head over heels for her!"
Riddle was about to snap, when Trey heaved a heavy sigh. 
"Look, Riddle, you know normally I would never enable Cater. But in this case, I think he's right. I think you will genuinely enjoy a date with this girl."
If Trey was saying it, then there must be some truth to the matter.
"Okay, then you tell me, Trey. Who is she?"
Trey winced, "I can't say, you just have to trust me."
"Why can't you say?" Riddle asked with a pout.
"Because blind dates are more fun!"
"Because she didn't even agree until yesterday."
Two very different answers overlapped. Riddle folded his arms across his chest and frowned.
"Riddle, just trust me. If it goes badly you can collar  Cater forever, and I won't say a word," Trey said with a smirk.
"Hey!" Cater cried, but Riddle was slowly nodding in agreement.
"Alright then. You said you got her to agree. When is this date?" 
Cater winced, and muttered below his breath, "Tonight."
"Tonight!" Riddle shouted. "What if I had said no? How am I supposed to be ready in such a short time?"
"It's okay! I have an outfit picked out for you that I've been waiting to have you try!" Cater said, pushing Riddle in the direction of his room.
Needless to say, Riddle was less than excited to try out the new outfit.
                                            ….
Riddle was dressed casually for the first time in his entire life. Black jeans,  white Tshirt, red unbuttoned flannel on top of the Tshirt. He had to admit, it was comfortable, but he still felt a little out of place…
He'd been informed that his date would know what he was wearing, and would have a red rose in her hair. So he waited patiently at his table, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Riddle?" 
The rose in your hair was lovely. You looked good in red. 
Those were his first two thoughts before he realized you were his blind date.
"Prefect? You're…."
"Yeah," you laughed, "I guess so."
You took a seat across from him, and Riddle took a sip of water to hopefully hide his flushed cheeks.
"Can I tell you the truth?" You said sheepishly. "I only agreed to this because Cater accidentally hinted that the blind date was you."
Riddle's face went even redder and he tried to sputter out a good response, but it came out as….
"Beautiful! So pretty!"
You furrowed your brow. "I mean, yeah, you do look pretty in the casual clothes I guess."
"Sevens," he muttered, taking another sip of water and trying not to choke. "You look beautiful."
You stared for a moment. Then you giggled. "Heh, thanks."
There was a heavy silence for a moment, and Riddle decided that if you were honest, he should be too.
"I kept turning Cater down because I didn't think he'd be setting me up with you."
The back of your neck prickled and your gaze dropped to the floor.
"We seem to be in agreement then."
"Yes," he took your hand, and softly rubbed his thumb along your knuckles. 
He grinned maliciously. 
" Even if we weren't, rule 137 states that if you get set up on a blind date with the queen, you are required to date until the next blind date occurs."
"You made that up!"
"I would never!" He pressed a hand to his chest in mock indignation. "I take my position very seriously."
"Well, rule 76 in my rulebook says that if the queen makes up a rule,  then she has to date me until I say otherwise."
You loved his genuine smiles. So when his face radiated like the sun, your heart skipped a beat.
"I guess we're stuck together."
"I guess so."
"Well, I'll make the most of it then," he confidently kissed the back of your hand, like a prince greeting his princess.
                                   ….
From the back of the restaurant Cater looks on in mild disappointment.
"I guess they don't need us to serenade them then."
Trey set the microphone down with a relieved laugh.
"Told you so."
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chicken-fifi · 7 months
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I'm Not Leaving You | Berlin / Song Jongho (Money Heist Korea)
Pairing: Song Jongho (Berlin) x Fem!Reader (Dublin)
Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, may I have an imagine based of the kdrama Money Heist Korea from episodes 11 & 12? Berlin is dating one of the criminal crew and her nickname can be Dublin. Thanks!
Genre: angst
Warning: character deaths, money heist korea spoilers, guns, bombs, theft, heist, violence, cursing, let me know if i missed anything
Word Count: 2,494words
A/n: i ended up watching the last couple episodes i had left over the course of two days and was pleasantly surprised by some of the plot changes that the writers made for the remake. i did end up covering much of beginning of the show to give some context for those who haven't seen it, as well as adding on to the end with my own idea of what happens to berlin and dublin after the events of episode 12. have fun reading!
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From the moment you and Jongho arrived at the hideout to learn how the heist would be carried out, everyone knew that “Berlin and Dublin” had something going on behind the scenes. Despite the brusque and rough appearance and nature of the North Korean man, there was a subtle softness that only a mere glimpse was ever seen when you were in the room or anywhere near him. Originally you weren’t supposed to enter the Mint, Jongho had insisted that you remain outside and completely out of the plan, but you were persistent and the Professor figured it may help keep his younger brother’s mind sane if you were inside with him. You played your part to a “T” throughout the beginning phases of the plan, entering the Mint without so much as a second glance from the guards before all havoc broke loose.
The Professor’s decision to send you in proved right when you managed to prevent him from killing both Miseon and Denver, even though it ended with him being punished for disobeying the orders set in place by the Professor regarding the hostages. Something you would later regret as you were cornered by Chulwoo unarmed with a gun aimed and ready to fire at you. But in true Jongho fashion he managed to save your life as he had done many times prior to the heist.
Things only seemed to get worse from there, Oslo died in the midst of a riot resulting in many of the hostages escaping, whilst Jongho became more and more…paranoid over who had betrayed all of them, nearly ruining the whole plan. You were convinced that the man you were so desperately in love with was slowly but surely losing his mind after not having taken the medicine he needed. Quite sincerely you feared that he would be the downfall of the heist. That his slow sinking into a crazed madman would get him killed. And just as you were convinced everything was going to complete shit, you found out more about the plan than you had ever been told.
Of course that didn’t come without a cost. Everything seemingly began to look less bleak, only for it all to come crashing down once more as yet another person lay dying, suffering from the consequences of the unpredictable decision humans are capable of making. Bringing to your current situation.
You were looking over some of the printed notes, thoughts racing as you prepared for the worst - Moscow’s impending death. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was no way the tunnel would be fully dug before he died from blood loss. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t get attached to any of the other robbers from the start. Afterall, the likelihood of you ever seeing any one of them once it was all over was incredibly low. You came in with Jongho and you would be leaving with him - where you didn’t know, but you knew no one involved would ever cross paths again. 
So why were you sobbing into your fist as you watched Denver plead for Rio to do something as his father took his last breath? Why did it break your heart to see Nairobi’s face twisting in inconsolable pain? Why had you felt sorry for Helsinki as he mourned the murder of his brother? Why did it pain you as much as it did to see Jongho so visibly emotional over the older man? Why did he have to tell you all his name with his last breath?
None of this was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to die. You guys were to come in, print the money, and leave. None of this was part of the plan.
Leaving the office you fell to your knees out on the walkway, your chest hurting beyond words as you struggled to breath. Arms wrapped around you lifting you up into a broad chest, attempting to console you. Your fists banged against Jongho’s chest cursing him for not forcing you to stay back. For not threatening you into leaving him sooner - not that you would’ve listened. You never did. And not a single word left his lips as he held you even long after everyone else found the strength to finish what they had started.
~~~
Shots rang out as you all fired consistently as the police closed in on the barricade they’d just barely managed to build. You only had to stall them. Just stall them long enough to give the team outside the rest of the money. Fueled by adrenaline, you were so focused on firing your weapon that you failed to notice everyone making a run in the direction of the tunnel. Had Jongho not dragged you away you would have stayed, surely dying in the process.
Inside the vault, you waited as everyone climbed down into the tunnel. Helsinki, Nairobi, you, and Jongho were the only ones left. As luck would have it, the bomb meant to block off the tunnel for your escape malfunctioned, the timer not being set off.
“We’ll be caught at this rate,” Jongho rushed out looking back and forth between where you guys were in the tunnel and the vault door. “I’ll stop them somehow.” 
You rushed back up the ladder, noticing how close the police team was to getting a section of the vault open.
“What are you doing?” he asked to load a machine gun, eyes widening as he saw you coming back up.
“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed, knowing his plan was a suicide mission. “You’ll die here as soon as they get that open.”
He shrugged off his other gun, “I waited for my father. Even in the prison camp I waited. Thinking that he would come for me.”
“I’m not leaving you!” you cried pushing yourself up, his hand going to your shoulders and pushing you back down into the tunnel. “Jongho! I can’t leave you! You’ll die here!”
“All of us were born to die anyway. It’s only a matter of how soon you go.”
You argued with him, pushing against his hand in an effort to get out of the tunnel. “Jongho, you promised we’d both leave this place together! You promised me!”
He bit his lip looking away at the door before looking back at you, his eyes glazing over, “I promised to make sure you made it out alive. You can start over somewhere no one knows you. Fall in love again, have a family. I can’t do that. I’ve never been able to do that, not with this illness. I can’t give you that future you’ve dreamed of over and over again. But I’m grateful I was at least able to experience true love with you even if it was for a little while.” He choked up looking away, shouting down into the tunnel. “Helsinki! Nairobi! Get her out of here! You guys have to go now!”
Four sets of hands pull you down, Jongho’s pushing you away despite your own gripping onto his forearms for dear life.
“Jongho please!”
“I love you (y/n).”
~~~
Helsinki and Nairobi managed to drag you a ways down the tunnel, the exchange of rounds being fired now muffled. You struggled against their grips even as you nearbed the waterway. You finally managed to break away not setting a foot in the water. Looking at everyone you looked back towards the tunnel.
“I have to go back and get him,” you declared. “I can’t let him die.”
Helsinki reached out to stop you, your frame just barely getting out of his grasp as you grabbed a firearm laying beside you running back down the tunnel hoping you weren’t too late.
~~~
The explosion caused a ringing to fill your ears as you neared the entrance of the tunnel. Dust made its way down into the tunnel as you got closer yelling his name over and over again, despite not being able to hear properly.
“Song Jongho!” you yelled climbing out and making eye contact with him reaching out.
He looked a bit disoriented but shuffled in your direction going down the latter, leaning on you as you struggled down the tunnel together. The mixture of your panting breaths was all that could be heard before his grew harsher until he collapsed. He leaned his back against the wall, pushing you away.
“Go! Go, go, go, go,” he repeated over and over again, his shoving getting harsher. “What the fuck are you doing all the way back here, you crazy bitch?!”
Anger filled your body at his tone and own rage. While now certainly wasn’t the time for lovers quarrel over his term of choice referring to you, you couldn’t but yell back at him with as much anger as he was directing at you. “I’m not leaving you. You are not allowed to die without my permission. Get your shit together and let’s go!”
You looked over at the tunnel entrance noticing the light shining down. Grabbing him you went to force him to stand with you, but his arms stopped you. Hands gripping your biceps, forcing to you look at him, he spoke clearly and softly with clear worry for you evident in his voice.
“Hey, look at me now,” his eyes bore into yours. “At this rate everyone will die, not just us. Go now. Leave me your gun.”
Disbelief was equally as evident on you face as you listened to his words before you gripped the gun tightly, aiming at him for a brief second as you turned to aim at the bomb. “If you insist on dying here, I won’t stop you. But I will too. I’m staying with you. I’m not leaving you.”
He gulped his hands squeezing your arms, pulling you in as he kissed you tenderly, quickly pulling back. “I dragged you into this mess. I’m really sorry.”
“I’ve never regretted it once. I was and still am with you, the man I love, and that’s all that matters.”
You rushed back down the tunnel covering Jongho as you took aim at the bomb, an officer jumping down into the tunnel. You fired the first shot, just barely missing the tiny device. The officer jumped back out as you fired another shot, hitting the wall. The third shot you fired hit the bomb detonating it. A cloud of dirt moved towards the two of you quickly. Jongho grabbed you down and covered you with his body as best as he could to prevent you from getting hurt. Although with how close the two of you were to the bomb, that action wouldn’t have mattered.
~~~
You groaned as you shifted from underneath him, coughing as the combination of fumes from the bomb and dirt filled your lungs. Jongho did the same as he crawled forward, pulling you with him. Your eyes looked back seeing the mound of dirt blocking what was once the entrance of the tunnel. The two of you were just barely out of reach of the mound, something you knew was sheer luck. Had you been any closer you’d be buried alive right now.
“Looks like neither of us is dying today,” Jongho muttered, rising to his feet, pulling you with him. “We’ll have to escape through the sewer system. Mix in with the crowd near the square to not get caught.”
“Let’s go then,” you mumbled, not letting go of his hand as you two made your way to your only chance of escape.
Many twists and turns later, you found yourself under a manhole cover. The chants of a crowd echoing from above. Footsteps echoed down as people stepped on the metal cover. Eventually the footsteps stopped, and Jongho climbed up the metal rods pushing the cover up and moving it over climbing out and looking around, noticing everyone was too busy collecting floating notes from the ground to notice him. He motioned for you to come out, helping you up. His arms didn’t leave you for a moment as you began walking in the direction of the crowd, picking up two masks and putting them as you disappeared among them hand in hand. Walking with the protesting crowd for a few blocks you eventually broke away, going down an empty alley.
“Do you have any change on you by chance?” he asked, not taking off the mask, but turning to face you. “I need to make a call once we find a payphone.”
~~~
You leaned against the glass enclosure of the payphone booth looking at Jongho as he pressed the buttons, smiling as someone picked up on the other end. Smiling, you pushed off the glass and took a few steps away, giving him some privacy to talk, leaning on the rails a few meters away and staring at the beautiful mixture of colors caused by the setting sun.
Not long after the colors fully faded into black, you heard Jongho’s footsteps approaching from behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your own hands went to his wrists gripping them tightly.
“So where do we go now?” you asked.
“Have you heard of Toledo, Spain?”
~~~
Months Later…
A soft breeze made its way into the living room through the open windows. You were busy cutting away in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch with the fresh produce from your small garden. The sound of keys jingling filled your eyes as a soft smile made its way onto your face, before you forced it away, only sparing a quick look in the direction of the front door.
“Before you get mad,” Jongho began raising his arms in defense. “I didn’t expect there to be that many people on the roads.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, a deadpan expression on your face.
“Look, I just want to buy you a small gift and be back before you could notice I was gone. Am I such a horrible person for wanting to get my girl something to celebrate a year since our grand escape.”
“As if you deciding to go on an impromptu suicide mission is something to celebrate.”
He winced. He never winced, before you became a constant in his life. Before he could’ve given two shits about what anyone said about his actions, but lord forbid you get upset with him over anything. Not that he would let you or anyone else know the kind of effect you had on him. He rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, placing the small paper bag on the counter in front of you without a word. Setting the knife down you opened the small bag pulling out a box. Taking off the lip you froze as you saw the golden jewelry set.
“You should wear them tonight, nothing else,” he spoke as he walked away satisfied with the look on your face as you registered his words.
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True Heart sighs. Another big meeting today and she’s not sure if she’s less or more worried about this one than she was about meeting Shining Armor and Cadence. As she’s trying to decide, a tail flips down into her view. She blinks, then smiles and looks up to see Rey floating above her. “Hi cuz.”
Rey smirks, dropping down to lean against the wall. “Hey there. Sensed your mental turmoil. Anything I can help with?”
True Heart sighs. “That depends. Can you stop me from feeling anything at all for the rest of the day?”
Rey hmms. “Honestly, that sort of thing is within my power yeah. But I’m not going to. It’s not a healthy way to cope with your situation. Look, these are good ponies. They might be suspicious of you at first, but, um, let’s face it. Who wouldn’t be.”
True Heart nods. “Your prediction?”
Rey closes her eyes and tilts her head back. “They’ll nervously look at each other, then make some excuses about things they forgot, telling mom, not you, that they might be a while looking for whatever they forgot. Later, they’ll come back with Princess Celestia and possibly Luna as well. Whoever they bring back will cast truth spell on you, compulsive version so you’ll have to truthfully answer any question.”
True Heart nods. “Yeah, that sounds likely. They’ll probably be concerned that everypony in the palace is under mind control, leaving them with no choice but to trust nopony here. And a changeling powerful enough to place an entire palace sized population under mind control… they’d need alicorns to challenge somecreature with that kind of power.”
Rey nods. “Pretty much. Especially considering mom would be considered compromised. They can’t use Harmony Power or the Elements of Harmony without her.”
True Heart sighs and shakes her head sadly. “Basically I’m about to make a group of very good ponies feel very vulnerable and there’s no way I can avoid it. I wonder if there’s another universe somewhere where ponies and changelings have never had the kind of history we’ve had here.”
Rey shrugs. “If there is, it’s not here. We just have to work with the history we have and hope it all turns out good in the end.”
True Heart nods. “At least we aren’t completely powerless. We can work to make the end result the best possible outcome.”
Rey nods.
A few moments later, True Heart is looking across the entryway of the palace of friendship at five ponies who, though she’s never met them, she knows a lot about. Twilight is standing beside her, telling them how she came to be there and what she’s here to do. And True Heart can plainly see the distrust in the eyes of the ponies in front of her. Another moment later and she’s watching the door close behind them, then looking at Twilight. “Fifty bits says they’ll come back with alicorn reinforcements to make sure I’m not mind controlling you somehow.”
Twilight sighs, then smirks and looks at True Heart and says “I don’t take fools wagers.”
Another few hours pass and as the sun is setting, the prediction proves accurate. This time, six ponies enter the palace to find Twilight and True Heart waiting. True Heart looks and stands up, approaching and bowing to the pony leading the group. “Princess Celestia. It’s an honor to meet you. I just wish it wasn’t under such suspicious circumstances.” She then rises and looks up at the Princess. “You’re here to cast an alicorn level compulsive truth spell on me to find if I have somehow managed to take control of this palace’s residents. Go on then.”
Celestia nods, then does as asked, casting a fully empowered truth spell on True Heart. “Now, tell me who you are, and what your intentions here in Equestria are.”
True Heart nods, then goes into a full explanation of her identity and mission. As she talks, the ponies in front of her slowly lose their challenging expressions, replacing them with looks of uncertainty, and eventually remorse. Finally, after completing her explanation, True Heart looks at Celestia, waiting for her judgment.
Celestia sighs. “And you haven’t taken control of anyone’s mind since you’ve been here, have you?” When True Heart smiles and shakes her head, Celestia immediately cancels her spell. “First of all, I want to apologize for the suspicion. This is an odd situation, and considering certain factors, this was a bit of a knee jerk reaction.”
True Heart nods “perfectly understandable, your highness. Changelings haven’t made the best impression here. I’m hoping among other things to change that.”
Celestia nods. “If there is anything I can do to help, let me know.”
True Heart bows again. “Thank you, your highness. I would like to make a request. I wish to speak with your sister as well. If for no other reason, then to make sure she understands as you now do that I have no ill intentions regarding Equestria.”
Celestia nods. “I shall relay your request to her. She will likely choose to contact you via the dream world.”
True Heart nods. “Understood, your highness.”
Later, as True Heart sleeps, her dreams change to a vast open space, glittering fog covering the ground up to hock height. As she looks around, she slowly feels a presence coming around her, which then separates from her to fly a short distance away and manifest as Princess Luna. True Heart smiles at the sight of her, then bows once she turns to look back at her. “Good evening your highness.”
Luna hmms. “Good evening to you. I apologize for my late arrival. Celestia took her time informing me of what she had learned about you, and of course, I, as I imagine many others would, insisted on testing the magic within her for any sign of mental reconditioning. I was pleased and surprised to find there was no sign of such. But at the same time, I was dismayed by what that meant the truth to be. I am sorry for my part in making things so difficult for your hive. But I must inform you, reversing the reforms may prove to be more difficult than you think. The only thing I can think of that may make it simpler would be if Chrysalis had some reason for choosing the course of action she chose. And if it was a relatively good reason.”
True Heart nods. “As I’ve told your sister and others, I know her reason. I just need a little more time to brace myself for the act of sharing it. But I promise I will.”
Luna nods. “The secret held in the mind of a queen. Shared only once. And as I understand it, she was… inebriated at the time?”
True Heart nods. “She has a stash of uniquely aged love in her chambers. Feeding on it is dangerously harmful to the average changeling, can even be fatal like poison. But for a fully grown queen, aged emotions are simply… alcoholic. Not quite deadly on their own, just… causing a drunken state.”
Luna nods. Then begins to fade. “I have judged you, True Heart. I find your intentions… pure. Please, do not prove me wrong.”
True Heart nods “I shall strive not to, your highness.”
With that, Luna vanishes and True Heart finds herself waking in her chambers. “That went well. The Elements of Harmony, four princesses, a prince and some members of each family willing to support me. It’s a good start, now I just need to reach the finish.”
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smkkbert · 1 year
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Time for a story - What we leave behind
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“So Mia is their baby.”
It was a statement, but it sounded like a question in Felicity’s ears. Maybe it was because of the thousand questions that had come to her mind with it.
“I guess so, yes.” She nodded her head slowly. “Unless Cisco was mistaken.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you think he was?”
Felicity bit down on her tongue. She wanted to say that she believed he was mistaken because it was just too cruel if he wasn’t. She knew how conscientious Cisco was, especially when he knew that the results of his work would cause dangerous actions in response.
“No, not really.” Felicity sighed and moved her fingers through her ponytail. “He has probably checked this through twice before he called.”
Oliver nodded his head in agreement.
Neither of them was saying anything about that Earth’s Oliver and Felicity. They both knew their destiny and repeating it was not necessary and definitely not something they wanted to do anyway. It would only rip open old wounds.
“There is no other way, Felicity, but trust me when I tell you that I love you. I loved my Felicity and in some weird, supernatural way, I guess I love you, too. So please just close your eyes. I’m sorry.”
Felicity felt a shiver running down the length of her spine at the memory of watching that Oliver die right in front of her. He had been in so much pain about losing his Felicity that he had come to abduct her. When that hadn’t worked, he had just ended his life. He just hadn’t been able to stand the loss of her.
She was still haunted by this moment in her dreams sometimes. Most of the times, it was her Oliver, who jumped off the rooftop, when she felt set back into that moment in her nightmares. The first time that had happened she had woken up covered with sweat and with her heart racing. Oliver – very much alive and worried about her – had wrapped his arms around her and assured her that he wasn’t going anywhere. That was the only thing that had calmed her down and the only thing that had made it easier to suffer through more of these nightmares in the nights that had followed.
As much as Felicity wanted to think that she couldn’t understand that Oliver’s choices, she knew what it felt like to lose a spouse. Back when Malcolm Merlyn had faked Oliver’s death, she had spent several hours believing that she had lost him forever. She had never been as desperate in her entire life as she had been back then.
If her life had been different, if she hadn’t had any kids, maybe she would have tried to follow him into death. What life was life without him?
“I can’t believe there is or was an Oliver Queen that would kill himself, knowing that he had a child,” Oliver said, “because I know that, no matter what happens, as long as one of our children lives, I have a reason to go on living.”
Felicity smiled sadly while she was watching Oliver slumping down in one of the chairs with a long sigh. She stepped towards him and put her hand to his shoulder, about to say something comforting when-
“What’s going on?” Oliver asked, just knowing from the look on her face that something had come to her mind. “What are you thinking about?”
“That things just don’t line up.”
Felicity frowned and went it through in her head to make sure that she was indeed right. She had relived every action of that day and every word that had been said on that rooftop so many times, she couldn’t be wrong here.
“When Oliver, Earth 16’s Oliver, has been here, he says that his Felicity was dead.” Felicity shook her head. “Mia was a newborn when we found her though, and she was only found three weeks later.”
Oliver frowned. “You think his Felicity might still be alive?”
“Possible, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure.” Oliver rested his elbows on the armrest of the chair and started spinning his wedding band around his finger. “I know that he and I are not the same person, but I think it’s deep in my DNA to go a hundred percent sure to have reliable proof before actually committing defeat to the idea that you are dead.”
He was right, Felicity thought. Oliver, any Oliver Queen that existed in the multiverse, wouldn’t go to these extremes without triplechecking everything.
“So we need to find out how Mia was born when Felicity was presumably dead,” Felicity concluded, “and we need to find out who took Mia here.”
Oliver nodded his head. “Probably someone from the team.”
“There was no team.” Felicity started walking up and down. “There was only him and Felicity. He wanted to do one last thing before leaving Starling City with her. Something went wrong, and he lost her.”
Felicity didn’t know all the details about what had happened. She hadn’t wanted to know them back when the rooftop incident had happened since she had had other things on her mind. Oliver of Earth 16 hadn’t been really eager to talk about the details either. He had been too lost in his pain and his realization of how wrong his actions were to talk to her about what had driven her in the first place.
“So someone else must have taken Mia to this earth.”
Felicity nodded her head. “That is what we need to find out when we are on Earth 16.”
“My cue!”
Flinching, Felicity jumped in front of Mia’s stroller protectively. As soon as she saw Barry, standing there in front of her with in his Flash Suit with a bright grin and holding out a little device to her, she relaxed again. Sometimes she forgot how fast Barry was and how out of nowhere he appeared to come then.
“Is that the device to get us to Earth 16?”
“It is.”
Felicity snapped it from his fingers quickly and turned it into her hands until she found the little button. As soon as she pressed it, the sound of a crashing wave arose and colorful flashlights poured out of the device. As the device was pulled from her hands by some invisible power, the flashlights formed to a circle. The portal opened.
She could feel Oliver stepping next to her and blindly reached out her hand to link her fingers with his. This was probably going to be one of the most important journeys they had ever taken together.
Felicity’s feet were already itching to take a step forward through the portal. She resisted the urge to go through it though, turned to Barry and cocked her head at him.
“Would you mind watching Mia?”
“Pfft.” Barry sat down in the armchair, put his feet up on the desk and twiddled his thumbs. “I love babysitting.”
Although Barry always seemed to take some things too easily, Felicity knew that he would be a good babysitter. He wouldn’t be Tommy’s godfather if it was any different. So she shot him a smile of gratitude and turned to Oliver.
“Ready?” he whispered.
Felicity felt her knees shaking. No, she wasn’t ready, but she doubted that there was any time long enough to give her the courage to take on this journey. There were just some things in life that you couldn’t get ready for, no matter how much time you were given to prepare yourself.
“We should go.”
Oliver seemed to know that Felicity wasn’t ready. He squeezed her hand, trying to offer her some strength and comfort. She knew that he wasn’t ready either, but he knew was well as she did that they just didn’t have a choice. They needed answers, and they needed them now.
Hand in hand they stepped through the portal into the lives of their doppelgängers.
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 “I always seem to forget how similar these earths are to each other.”
Looking around the bunker on Earth 16, Felicity nodded her head. The portal had led them right into the bunker, and it looked like an exact replica of the bunker they used on their earth. Still, you could see that things were different here. The furniture was covered in dust. The glass cases that held the suits of the team were empty. Some of them shattered, the glass covering the ground.
“It looks like it’s been a while since someone has been here the last time,” she said, “and we both know it didn’t end well.”
Oliver, who was still holding her hand, squeezed it briefly before he crossed the bunker and approached the power switch. He shot her a quick look before turning the power on.
“At least the computers still work.”
Felicity sat down in the arm chair and turned towards the computers. The software hadn’t been updated in a while. She was using a much better version on her earth. This one took several minutes to boot, and lacked some features that Felicity had found helpful and added to the program. It was obvious that nobody with a sense for computers had been working here in a while.
As soon as the computer were able to offer their services to her, Felicity did her research. It didn’t take her long. The internet provided the necessary basic information. The hospital data bank and information that were automatically gathered by the system filled in the blanks. She skimmed the information so quickly that Oliver gave up reading over her shoulder.
When she had absorbed every piece of information that she had been able to find, she leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh. With it, it wasn’t only the air leaving her lungs. It was at least part of the heaviness that was threatening to bury her after reading what had happened to her doppelganger here or the doppelgangers of the people she loved.
“So?”
Oliver had stopped walking up and down. He was standing at the other side of the platform, holding onto the railing and looking at her intently.
“After we-“
Felicity stopped. They weren’t the same person. They were doppelgängers. They carried the same name, looked the same way, and they shared the same DNA. They had experienced different things though, and that had made them two different persons with different lives and different destinies. This Felicity wasn’t her.
“When Oliver and Felicity couldn’t take down Grant Wilson, they decided to leave the city like so many others have done before them. This city has basically turned into an official meeting point for all kind of criminals. There are no politicians anymore, at least not any that were elected rightfully. The police gave up, and so did a lot of other institutions. Starling City has turned into a ghost town sort of.”
Oliver’s jaws tightened. Their Starling City had been on the verge of becoming overflooded by criminals too by the time he had decided to put on the hood. All he had done for the past years had been an attempt at making sure something like this wouldn’t happen on their earth. Thanks to the good influences that had worked on him, he had achieved much more than that though.
“What about the government?” he asked. “Why don’t they do something to help?”
“They are scared.” Felicity shrugged her shoulders. “They are giving up one city and hope to save a lot of others by that. It might be a temporary solution, but we both know that villains like these aren’t satisfied with what they have here for long.”
“But the government shuts their eyes to this.”
Again, Felicity just shrugged her shoulders. She knew that their so-called solution would only help the criminals to network a little. They would form collaborations and attack the rest of the country. Even if they didn’t, there would be some criminals that would decide to do the same at the other side of the U.S., and these two groups would start attacking each other to find out who was the mightier.
A shiver ran down Felicity’s spine at the possible outcome of a scenario like that. Surrendering the city to the criminals would create war sooner or later.
“So when Oliver and Felicity wanted to leave,” Felicity continued eventually, knowing there was no point in worrying about this earth too much since they had their own to save, “Grant Wilson used that opportunity to attack them. He and his men fired at the car with machine guns. Felicity was hit by several bullets and taken to a hospital, but she was braindead already.”
Oliver swallowed, sucked in a deep breath, and he nodded his head. “How Mia fit into the story?”
“Felicity was pregnant when they were about to leave the city. That is why the doctors decided to monitor her condition and use a feeding tube and whatever to keep her body alive for a little longer. That way she was able to bring Mia into the world. After that, she was taken off the machines.”
A long silence settled as they both took their time to process this piece of information. Learning about the lives of your doppelgängers was never easy. You could see how easily you could have lived through something similar. The thought of leaving behind her children was one that scared Felicity again and again.
The most tragic about it all, she thought to herself, was probably the timing of it all. Oliver had agreed to leave the city behind which certainly hadn’t been easy for him since saving Starling City was a big part of who Oliver was. Just when he had decided to put his own happiness with the woman, he loved in front of everything else, it had all been taken away from him.
Felicity pushed that thought away though because there was no good in getting lost in the thought of all this tragic stuff. They still had a reason for being here, and they hadn’t completely fulfilled that purpose yet. The information that she had gathered still left a lot of questions unanswered.
“We need to find out who took Mia to out earth,” Felicity said, “because with everyone else gone, Oliver and Felicity must have friends here that we don’t have on out earth. We should find out who placed her in that dumpster and why. There has to be a reason why she was placed on our earth of all the possible places in this multiverse.”
“And I already know how we will find out.”
Turning her head back over her shoulder, Felicity saw that Oliver wasn’t looking at her. She followed his gaze to the scattered pieces of glass across the bunker. Felicity had a guess what that meant. She didn’t like it, but it might be their only chance.
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 “I don’t like this.”
Oliver bit his tongue and turned his face away from the surveillance camera that he was sure Felicity had hacked to watch him. With his face hidden in the shadows, he smiled to himself. He had already been betting with himself when Felicity would finally admit that she wasn’t too happy with his decision to put on the leather gear and show up on the rooftops of Starling City.
Back in the bunker, she hadn’t said a word about it. She had thought it for sure. Oliver had seen it in the way she had watched him intently again and again. She had been worried, but she hadn’t voiced those worries because they both knew there was no other way, and they really needed to find out why Mia was placed with them.
“So many of out friends’ doppelgangers died here,” Felicity said, “so you need to be extra careful. Our doppelgangers here were attacked. I-“
Felicity stopped, and Oliver could almost see her biting her lip and watching him on her monitors with worry. Slowly turning around to the camera, one of the few that seemed to still be working around here, Oliver smiled at Felicity gently.
“I am careful,” he whispered, “I promise. By the end of the night, the two of us will go home to our kids safely.”
“Your words in Jahwe’s ear.”
Oliver was about to reply and reassure her that it was going to be fine. A movement behind him, caused him to forget about that thought.
“A man, small, dark leathers, weaponed,” Felicity told him with calm voice, “seven feet behind you.”
Tightening the hold on his bow, Oliver turned around slowly. He saw what Felicity had described to him already. Standing a couple of feet away from him was a small man in dark leathers. He was holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. He hadn’t raised them yet, so Oliver didn’t raise his bow either. The mask hid a young face, but Oliver didn’t think that he remembered seeing it before.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I could ask you the same question,” a distorted voice replied as the guy was using a voice modulator it seemed.
“I am Oliver Queen.”
“Oliver Queen is dead.”
Oliver Queen had never been found dead on this earth. A.R.G.U.S. had taken care of his body after he had died. He had never left Earth One again. Either that guy knew about the multiverse, or he knew this earth’s Oliver well enough to know that he had to be dead if he just disappeared and didn’t come back.
He had to consider what to say now carefully. If that guy wasn’t a friend of this earth’s Oliver and actually worked for Grant Wilson, hearing of different earths might give the criminals here some ideas.
Oliver raised his free hand slowly and pulled back the hood. Then he took off the mask and wiped away the grease from his face. The face of the stranger in front of him didn’t show a reaction or at least it barely did. He pressed his lips together slightly, telling Oliver that he had chosen the right thing to do.
“He knows something,” Felicity whispered into his ear.
“How did you know Oliver Queen?”
“The better question is-“
“You already know who I am. Now it’s time for you to answer a question.”
The guy nodded slowly, looking Oliver up and down for a moment. “We’ve been at Slabside together.”
Oliver had made friends at even unlikelier places than prison, and some of those friendships still meant a lot to him. Many of them had saved his life more than once.
“Is there a Slabside at the earth you come from?”
He knew about the other earths.
“My facial recognition program says he’s Stanley Dover. He has been working for Queen Consolidated back when Oliver’s father was still alive. He was later sent to Slabside for being involved with Count Vertigo, but he was released as he seems to have gone astray because his parents tortured him. His father was a doctor and used self-made medicine to correct his misbehavior.” Felicity sighed. “There are a lot of people in this world that shouldn’t have children, but I guess we knew that already. Anyway, I think we found our guy,”
Oliver couldn’t agree more. There were a lot of people in the world that shouldn’t have children and still have them, and this guy knew stuff. Right now he was their best chance at finding out what exactly had happened that had made Mia end up in a dumpster.
“There is a Slabside at Earth One.” Oliver took a step closed. “That isn’t why I am here though, and I think you know that.”
Stanley Dover continued to look right back at him, but Oliver could see in his eyes that he really wanted to look away.
“You are here because of the baby.”
“Mia,” Oliver said, feeling the need to make sure her name was known, “her name is Mia.”
“Mia.” Stanley Dover nodded his head. “If you think that she’s mind, you are wrong. She-“
“-is the baby of this earth’s Oliver Queen,” Oliver interrupted him, “I know.”
The ghost of a smile showed on Stanley Dover’s face. “Of course you know.”
“Why did you take this earth’s Oliver Queen’s baby and brought it to out earth and into our lives?”
With a long sigh, Stanley Dover pushed the knife into the pocket of his leather jacket and put the gun away into the holster. Oliver loosened his grip on the bow in response. Neither of them meant to cause any harm to the other.
“The baby-“
“Mia.”
“Mia,” Stanley Dover corrected himself, “was in need of someone who love her. She couldn’t grow up here in a city that Oliver Queen abandoned because it wasn’t savable. Her mother was killed here brutally, and her father was pushed into ending his own life because of everything that happened here. Besides, she would have a bounty on her head the moment anyone would have known she was alive. There was no place for her here.”
It would have been a sad and lonely life, Oliver knew from experience. After his parents had died and he had made so many enemies that he couldn’t have counted them all even if he had tried, he had hidden at the foundry a lot. He had shifted his entire life there and probably wouldn’t have made an appearance at Oliver Queen ever again if it hadn’t been for Thea first and foremost.
The thought that a baby would have to go through that and grow up in a life like that was just unthinkable. She would have never been happy because she would have never been free.
“Why our earth?” Oliver asked.
“Are you serious?” Stanley Dover asked. “Oliver – this earth’s Oliver – wanted your earth’s Felicity to be Mia’s mother after his Felicity was declared braindead. He did days and night of research to make sure Mia got only the best version of a mother there was of Felicity. He chose your wife, so where else should I have taken her?”
Oliver nodded his head as it made sense. Stanley Dover had tried to honor his friend’s will by bringing Mia to where he knew his friend had wanted her to be – to Felicity.
Still, it didn’t make everything okay.
“Mia is sick,” Oliver said, suppressing his anger as much as he could, “very sick even. She could have died because you just left her in a dumpster instead of-“
“Is she alright?”
There was honest worry in his voice. He certainly hadn’t wanted to endanger her. It eased Oliver’s anger a little.
“She is going to be fine. She needed surgery, and she will need more surgery, but she is going to be okay. Although you left her there.”
“I had no choice.” Stanley Dover looked sincerely sorry. “The guy that took me a Earth One had strict rules. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone or be seen by anyone. I only had like three minutes. Putting her there was my best shot at making sure she was found by the right people at the right time. I never could have hurt Mia. She is Oliver’s daughter.”
Oliver nodded his head. Stanley Dover had been forced to make a difficult choice, and he had done the best he could to make sure his friend’s daughter wasn’t only safe but also loved. He had wanted to give her the best chance at happiness she could possibly have.
She would be happy, Oliver swore himself, because he and Felicity would make sure of that. Just like her siblings would make sure of that. She had a big family on their earth. They had loved her, thinking she had just stumbled into their lives by coincidence, and they would love her, knowing she had been placed into their life with a purpose.
“Ask him about the timeline of events,” Felicity asked, sounding breathlessly, “like when they got together or when they discovered that they were having a baby.”
“We need to know more about this earth’s Oliver and Felicity. We need to know what their life was like. When Mia grow up, she should know that her parents loved her and loved each other.”
Their love for each other was something that he and Felicity tried to show their kids every single day. They wanted them to know what true love looked like and make sure that they wouldn’t settle for anything less.
“Oliver and Felicity got married five years ago,” Stanley Dover explained, “but Grant Wilson took over the city only a couple of weeks later. Within months, they had experienced more loss than anyone could face. They couldn’t take it anymore, and they didn’t have anyone else. The only one left to take out their frustration on was each other.”
“Make sense,” Felicity whispered.
“And then?” Oliver asked.
“A couple of months later, they realized that they couldn’t live without each other. Felicity wanted Oliver to join her, but he couldn’t give up on Starling City. They compromised on one last mission. Felicity came back for that, they got back together and they almost succeeded with their mission.”
“Almost,” Oliver repeated quietly, “is not enough.”
“Oliver realized that too.” Stanley Dover nodded his head. “When Felicity told him that she was pregnant, he knew that they had to leave. He wanted to raise their child somewhere safe and sound. They wanted to leave, but-”
“-Felicity got shot.”
“Yes.”
It was a sad truth and a sad ending to a love story, but there was nothing they could do to change it. All they could do was accept it and make sure that Mia would grow up safe and loved. That was something they could very well do.
Oliver crossed the distance to Stanley slowly. Standing only two feet in front of him, he held out a hand. Stanley hesitated before he shook it.
“Thank you for your service to the Green Arrow and to this city. We are forever in your debt for bringing Mia into out lives. She will be in good hands with us.”
Stanley Dover seemed to be at a loss of words. He just nodded his head and breathed in and out slowly. He nodded his head though, accepting the words.
When Oliver turned away from him, he touched the front of his chest right over his heart. There was no need to do that anymore. Felicity could hear anything that he said when he was wearing the suit, but sometimes he still felt drawn back to those old days when he had to touch his heart to talk to her.
“Come back,” Felicity said before he could say anything though, “it’s time to go home.”
“Yes, it is. I’m on my way.”
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 Just one more look, Felicity told herself and opened the door as quietly as possible. Tiptoeing towards the crib, she tried to not even breathe. She didn’t want to make a single sound that could wake up Mia after it had taken her almost two hours to get the five-months-old to fall asleep earlier tonight.
As soon as Felicity bent over the crib, Mia surprised her by being wide awake though. She squealed and reached out her tiny hands for the ends of Felicity’s hair. Felicity had to bend down a little bit more for Mia to be able to grab them. She kicked her feet excitedly in response and squealed once more.
“You were supposed to be asleep.” Felicity lifted Mia from the crib and into her arms. Placing her against her chest, she sat down in the rocking chair and kissed Mia’s head. “I know I won’t be able to find much sleep tonight, but I have an excuse after everything that I have learned today.”
Felicity still tried to wrap her mind around it. She had seen how desperate that Oliver had been when he had tried to abduct her. He had been completely out of himself. It was why he had jumped off that rooftop eventually. Only now she realized how desperate he really must have been if not even the thought of Mia could have helped him through it.
A familiar tingling in the back of her neck made Felicity smile and turn her head back over her shoulder. Oliver was standing in the doorframe, leaning against the wood with his hands pushed into the pockets of his sweatpants. He looked about as exhausted as Felicity felt.
Their eyes met. Although no word was spoken, a silent conversation was taking place. The look on her face alone was enough for Oliver to know what she was thinking about. She was sure that he even realized that looking at him hurt a little tonight, just like looking at her might hurt Oliver a little tonight. Just knowing that there were doppelgangers of them out there that not only didn’t make it together. They didn’t make it at all.
It was the stuff that their nightmares were made of.
“He was a broken man, Felicity,” Oliver said eventually, stepping closer and sitting down on the armrest of the rocking chair. “He had been through losses that I, luckily, never had to face. If I had to live through the trauma he has been through, I am not sure where I would be right now.”
Felicity didn’t want to hear it, and she didn’t want to think about it. She knew Oliver was right. She knew that he might have done something similar if he had been in the same situation. After all, he and that Oliver shared the same DNA. Everything else was just the experience they were put through.
Lifting her face to look at Oliver, she saw him focused on Mia. If the expression in his eyes was any indication, he was thinking and feeling the same she did. Felicity wasn’t surprised. She and Oliver shared a lot of feelings and thoughts on things.
“I’m really glad Mia is here with us.”
Oliver nodded his head. “I always felt like she belonged here with us.”
“You did, didn’t you?” Felicity said, frowning slightly. “You found her and knew she was part of the family.”
“Maybe there was things that last even through multiverses.”
Felicity smiled at the thought. Maybe Oliver had really felt some kind of bond between him and Mia because, at least genetically speaking, he was her father. It was weird because he hadn’t fathered her, not really, but she had been made of his DNA. It was… complicated. Everything that included multiverses was complicated. Always.
Resting her head on Mia’s tummy, she felt the quick beat of the baby’s heart beneath her palm. Mia looked so happy and so carefree. Only a baby could look like that. She didn’t have a single worry in her life because she was feeling loved and taken care of. She didn’t know how she had come here and what she had had to lose to be here.
“One day we will have to tell her the truth about where she comes from and who she is.”
With a sigh, Oliver rested his hand over Felicity’s. “Yes, we will. She deserves to know that.”
“It will be interesting.” Felicity felt like she had to chuckle, but it died in her throat. “I mean I thought telling her that her mother left her in a dumpster was hard, but this…”
How did you tell a child that she had been taken here from another universe? That she had been placed in the lives of her parents’ doppelgangers because her parents were dead? That all the people she had grown up around were either dead or had never existed where she came from?
“We will tell her one day,” Oliver said with firm voice, “one distant day when she is old enough and strong enough to understand that she was meant to come here to this universe and into our lives, even though it’s terrible that she and Oliver and Felicity had to go through all of that trauma for that to happen.”
Felicity brought herself to smile sadly. She lifted her gaze and looked at Oliver.
“We will tell her together one day.”
Oliver turned his eyes away from Mia and looked at Felicity. She could see in his eyes that he knew what she was intending. She didn’t just want to make him promise that they would sit Mia down and talk to her together when the time came. She wanted to promise her that, even when things got bad, he’d always come back home. She couldn’t lose him, and their kids couldn’t lose him either.
Leaning down, Oliver placed a gentle kiss to Felicity’s forehead.
“We will tell her together,” he whispered against her skin, “of course we will.”
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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #34
It's my birthday today. How interesting, that the number on this letter corresponds to how old I am now.
Today started on a very weird note. It's not often that I dream in my sleep, but when I do, the resulting visions are almost always terrible beyond description. This one was kind of tame compared to what I'm used to, but it was still unsettling.
In this dream, I was wandering around my old university campus. It was summertime when everyone was home, and very late at night. I was being pursued relentlessly by my brother and one of his exes. They were trying to capture me and return me to my mother and stepmother.
I had this big huge heavy backpack on. I think I remember, vaguely, that it had all my stuff in it? Or maybe not? I'm not really sure what was in it. But regardless, I knew that Bad Things would happen if anyone got ahold of it, so I couldn't leave it behind, even though it limited my ability to run or to even move around.
Eventually, I was too tired to continue. The backpack was too heavy and I couldn't even walk anymore, so I sank to the ground, sobbing and begging my pursuers not to take me away, back to my mother and stepmother. "No no, we just wanna talk", they said. But I knew they were lying, because meanwhile, other people were slowly creeping up on me, from behind the trees and behind other structures. They were surrounding me, trying to cut off all my avenues of escape, and my legs wouldn't move. I couldn't get away. I woke up, terrified.
I shook it off, and went back to sleep. But I saw different variations of the same dream, at least three or four times. All of them on campus at night in the summer. All of them with me having a backpack. All of them with me trying to escape these same pursuers. All of them eventually zeroing in on me, somehow. In one of them, I spotted an open window, high up on one of the dormitory towers, leading to an empty dorm room. So, I climbed the tower with my big backpack to try to get in through the window, because the doors were locked. I needed to sleep, and I thought for sure that they wouldn't find me there. Just before getting to the window, I lose my grip and fall, hundreds of feet down, splattering on the concrete. I wake up. I try to go back to sleep.
In the final iteration of the dream, I am still on the same campus, still with the same backpack, still running from the same pursuers. This time, though, I find a classroom full of people who are, for some reason, having snacks and food. I duck into the classroom, and the professor and all the other students are surprised, but… still welcoming, for some reason. They offer me some of their food. They tell me that I can set the backpack down, it'll be okay. So I try to blend in with the crowd, so that even if my pursuers look into the room, they will not see me. Some of the students, curious, go over to my backpack and try to lift it, just to try to understand what I had been dealing with, but they can't. They look over at me, astonished. They give me a plate full of food. I felt relieved and almost wanted to cry. And then I woke up. I couldn't go back to sleep, and it was morning by then anyhow.
I wasn't really sure what to make of the mix of emotions I felt. So I checked the alerts on my phone. Some delightful person named @prismaticpichu had written an adorable story about you drawing a picture in the sand on a beach, of yourself holding puppies. I felt refreshed and hopeful as a result.
I wonder if you've ever drawn any pictures. I wonder what sorts of things you would draw, if you had things to draw with. I wonder about a lot of stuff, admittedly; my mind never seems to shut up, hahaha… I still can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it's both? Nothing is ever so simple, it seems…
I'm not really sure what today will bring. But I'll hope for good things. And if weird things happen instead, I'll try to remember that I can duck into the loving embrace of all the people in my world who really know and understand me, and eat tasty snacks together with them. Just as I would for them, they'll nurture me if I let them. As long as I don't force myself to try to handle everything on my own, I don't have to be afraid.
The same holds true for you, too, you know. You can set your backpack down somewhere safe with people who welcome you and get a snack, too. You can be nurtured by other people. It's good for you. You don't have to force yourself to handle everything by yourself. You don't have to be afraid.
Today's letter is maybe a little short, but that's maybe not necessarily a bad thing; I'm sure you got lots of other stuff to do anyhow. So… if this reaches you somehow, thanks for reading. Thanks for listening. Thanks for being around.
Stay safe out there, please. Take good care of yourself. And remember that you are loved.
I'll write again tomorrow.
Your friend, Lumine
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darsynia · 5 months
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The heart wants what it wants...
Gosh, so I've been writing for a nearly 30 year old fandom, the book/tv show Christy. I was a huge Kellie Martin fan from Life Goes On, and I'd liked the book (evangelical childhood go brrr)-- lemme tell you, Scottish-voiced older smart gruff man & idealistic kind resourceful opinionated young woman will ALWAYS get me. Add LeVar Burton and Tyne Daly and I'm HOOKED. OH I forgot to mention it's set in the Great Smokies and the vistas are magnificent (TWW reference says hi).
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Well, the show itself has a religious scaffolding, and it's pretty wholesome, so though the series manages some truly intense unresolved sexual tension, I should refrain from getting too racy in this 'it was a crime to never show these two kissing' 'shipping Neil/Christy for 30 years does something to a person' story, right? RIGHT?
Me: I'll write a brief satisfying M encounter
Me now: he's soaked after checking for a fire in a thunderstorm and she's slowly unbuttoning him while he loses his mind OOPS
Anyway, I'm putting the finishing touches on Shipping chapter 3, but if you ever watched this show or might be interested in a period piece where two people with hidden feelings find themselves married and figuring out what fun that can be, feel free to check out that story! It's got a tiny online presence (under 200 fics on FFN, my fic was #7 on AO3) so I probably won't post again about it, but I'm very pleased by what I've written.
Breathing Fire
Summary: After an unexpected standoff puts Christy in a compromised position, she discovers what a marriage based on love and friendship is really like. With that firm basis, she seeks to heal the wounds that were caused before she even arrived in Cutter Gap.
For fun, here's an excerpt under the jump:
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Note: Set the day after the wedding, but their 'wedding night' was interrupted; Neil is a doctor and he was called away for a medical emergency. He hasn't gotten much sleep as a result.
When she woke next it was thanks to the bright indirect sunlight from the window. She’d slept in.
Christy threw herself out of bed, spluttering her hair out of her face as she rushed over to the dresser to grab something to wear.
“Christy,” Neil rumbled from the bed. He had his arm draped over his eyes.
“I’m late for school!”
“You’re not.”
“No, I am! Miss Alice was supposed to take my place, but she was with you.” She supposed she could dress on the other side of the closet door, or at the top of the stairs with the bedroom door closed. When she turned around with a handful of underthings, meaning to race over to the closet and do just that, she ran right into Neil.
“Grantland got back yesterday evening, he’s teaching your students today,” he said, tugging the clothes from her hands to set them on top of the dresser. “Back to bed,” he said, guiding her back with an arm around her shoulders.
Sleepy Neil was a charming mix of impatience and determination.
“But David has no idea where the lesson plans are!”
“He’ll probably spend the whole day sermonizing at them,” he said once they got over to the bed. Neil then yawned so hard he stumbled sideways before shuffling around to the other side.
Christy sat, her sense of purpose deflated. “Is there anything you were supposed to do this morning that I can do instead? Dropping by a patient’s house, or picking up supplies?”
“No one will expect us for days,” he told her, rubbing at his eye with a knuckle. “We’re meant to spend them enjoying each other, which right now should mean you, sleeping next to me, in silence.” There was a daring sort of tease to his voice that sent a thrill through her. How was she meant to sleep after he said something like that? 
“I’m wide awake. How about I go downstairs and--”
“Don’t,” Neil blurted. He took in a breath to say something, then chuckled. “Not sure how well I’d sleep knowing you were down there rearranging everything.”
“Meaning you’d sleep better if I stayed up here?” Christy guessed.
His expression sobered, and he rolled onto his back. “I keep expecting to wake up and find all of this was a dream.”
If she were braver, she would have told him about her dreams of him, but instead, she said, “How about I go get a book to read, so I can sit up beside you, while you sleep? I can pull the curtains shut.” 
His nod was relieved, and Christy got up, thinking hard to remember where she’d packed her book. It wasn’t with the others, since she’d been reading it a little each night. A glance over at her husband told her he was still ruminating.
“Ask me what I’m reading,” Christy said, crouching down to rummage through the front pocket of one suitcase.
“What?”
“It’s part of distracting you while I look for my book,” she told him. Standing, she put her hands on her hips. Was it downstairs?
“Fine,” Neil said, his voice still sleepy, but more like his confident self. “What are you reading?”
“Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. It’s a story about four sisters, all very different, and how each of them handle the process of growing up. I loved it when I was younger, and now I’m rereading it to pick out parts to share with the children.” As she spoke, she found the book, drew the curtain, then came back to briskly set things up to sit comfortably beside him.
“You’re an excellent teacher, Christy.”
Praise from him really was worth a hundred kind words from anyone else.
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MDD MINI CORNER: Make Up
MC: "hey mayoi~ can you help me with my make up?"
The idol froze at your call. "...m-me??" He shutter as he was too surprised that you would ask him from all people.
"Why not?" You giggle as you offer him your make up set.
"I--... "He hold it carefully like it's a fragile item.
"Y-you sure?" He ask you again. You put the seat in front of him and seat, you close your eyes and await him.
"I don't think you'll be that bad. Mayoi is a pro of anything you do after all. " you open your left eye to give him a wink."You can style what you like too~" you added.
"S-such praise to someone like me!" His eyes widen before a wide smile appear on his face.
"Then if your not going to regret such person as I to do your make up then, I'll gladly help you, mc~" he chuckle as he hold the powder puff. He then carefully put make up.
You smile as you let him do his work, after what seems few hours, mayoi finally finish. Through he don't only did your face but as well your hair. Putting it up in a messy pony tail, and letting few bangs let lose as well.
"You can open your eyes now ~" he says seemingly proud of his work. You slowly open your eyes to see him holding a mirror to view your reflection. " Woah~" you look shook at the result. It look better than you expected.
"H-how was it?" He ask nervous of what you thought of his handy work.
"It's AMAZING ~" You gleefully hug him.
"Ahh~ mc your make up would be ruined if you did that ~ butnothatimindit!" He happily hug you back. "Mayoi is so talented ~ <3" you praise him.
He can't help but blush at your comment as he continue to hug you to hide his face from your teasing eyes.
"It's not only talent. MC is beautiful even without one. I just put some touch up to enhance your beauty more~" he complimented you with full honesty. Now it's your turn to turn red.
"W-wao... M-mayoi is more beautiful that m-me!" You resort back with bashfulness.
"Ah~ mc being embarrassed being complimented? Hmm~ so cute~" he lean away to look at your red face. "No it's MC~" he resort back.
"no you--" ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
"ahaha~ how very precious. I can't help but want to do wicked things to you~" you hear him whisper as he hugs you again and pats your head softly. He chuckle darkly like his some phantom of opera-- the villain one.
"mayoi trying to change the topic?" You pout as hug him tighter. You thought of something. "I'm going to ask someone who's more beautiful ùwú. They all going to say it's you. Or else I would not cool dinner "
You were about to leave to find the nearest victim, possible aira or hiiro would be good. But mayoi stop you. "I am the worse. I don't want to share to others what I'm seeing~" he tearfully mumble to you.
"Oooh" you look at him in surprised. " Mayoi being selfish for first time. " You giggle.
"Okii.. I'll stay with you then." You return to his side and hug him again.
" S-selfish...? I guess... But I can't help it!" He added as he secure you in his arms.
Humming a tone as he try think what to do to make the moment last. It seems to be a familiar tone of one of his unit song. Since your familiar with it, you humm with him. Not knowing what to do next.
Somehow mayoi held your right hand(?) As he put his other around your waist. The position like you two are dancing.
"Shall we dance?" He ask you with a toothy grin.
" Hmm." Thinking his offer is a good to pass time, he and you hummed as you two have a slow dance.
Not minding the world around you anymore, you two enjoyed the simple moment. As if there's only the two of you in the world. Not noticing certain someone looking at the scene and taking a pic before leaving the two of you on your own space.
"Oh! how L-O-V-E-L-Y." aira commented as he saw the scene through he sense that you would not let anyone disturb such moment, he went to the door to guard it. He would be a helpful person to his OTP. (Ùwú) he says as he drag hiiro to his guardian job of his otp moment.
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"why did you ask me to do your make up, btw? Where you planning to go to a date with someone? Was I disturbing you or --" mayoi who realize time have passes by with a blink realize you could be planning to go somewhere.
He can't help but felt a pit of jealousy yet he would not let it show it-- through he thought that, soft tears start to form in the corner of his eyes.
"lol what, who would go with a date with me anyway?" You chuckle as you take out your handkerchief.
"..." Like your best friend and bunch of other people???' mayoi wanted to comment about your self doubt about your own charm.
"I was curious how good you are in doing make up since your pro in anything as long you know the basic how it work." You said.
You remember how Mayoi could be good chief if he know how to make the dish, even Niki would salute to him. His also good in teaching others about dancing and singing and stuff.
A genius who refused to acknowledge himself. Even Madara treat him as a life rival.
"o-oh..." His eyes widen. "I see..."
"I mean we could be in a indoor date right now too ùwú. So mayoi Is my date if your asking." You thought about his words and began to tease him to see his cute bashful self. " My date is so beautiful. I'm so lucky ~ love you my date (ùwú)" you says as you lean to kiss his cheeks earning a red mayoi who start squealing while holding the cheeks you kiss. "M-MC--"
"you don't love me? Was I rejected ? " You put a crocodile tears show as you pout. You saw aira recording the whole thing behind mayoi, he give you a wink as a signal. "H-ha-- I do! I love mc...! MC is my very precious person! I love you~" he added as he wipe your tears away.
"I love you too ~ *chuu." You kiss him in the lips which made him froze but return the kiss slowly.
You two enjoy the moment as you give a thumbs up to aira without mayoi noticing. He give you a ok and a wink to send you the clip later and left.
"eheh. I'm so lucky~" you mumble as you two part ways. You hug him again and felt bless in your life so far. "Me too..." He hummed.
BONUS:
MC: bestieee
Aira: mcchi~ here's the clip~
Mayoi:??? What's that ?
MC/Aira: (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) nothing.
Mayoi: ... (。ŏ﹏ŏ) MC d-did you made Aira record that s-scene earlier.
MC/Aira: no.
Mayoi:...•́ ‿ ,•̀ Y-you did huh.
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