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eustasskidagenda · 10 months

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Hi! This is my first time requesting, could I ask for some headcanons of Zoro, Law and Kidd with reader who was selective mutism?

Hi, sure thing! I'm sorry for the delay, but here we go. I hope the outcome will meet your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Zoro, Law & Kid with a s/o who has selective mutism

CW : g/n reader, Kid has a filthy mouth

WC : 1,2k

Zoro

It would be quite a challenge for Zoro, to be honest.

Zoro is not really talkative. So at first, he wouldn't notice that you're facing selective mutism. He would assume that you are a stoic and reserved person, just like him. However, he would come to the realization that it's deeper. When he realizes it's selective mutism...

… He would feel a bit confused and helpless, especially if you're not comfortable with him. Is he to blame for it? He wants to make you feel safe. So first thing first, he would ask for Chopper's help, or maybe Robin.

Zoro is maybe uncomfortable with emotions, but he's loyal and always there to support his loved ones. This man is so protective and serious. With someone like him, the silence is always enjoyable, not weird or unusual. It would give you a feeling of safety.

As a pragmatic person, Zoro would also try to find solutions, such as communicating through gestures, maybe. Whenever you talk to him, his heart would melt. He feels privileged to hear the sound of your voice. It's both beautiful and soothing.

Zoro will quietly be supportive when you're with others. As long as you don't seem in need of his help, he would just shut up and let you do your thing. If you want to communicate with others, give it a shot. If you want to stay silent, that's fine. However, if you appear stressed or uncomfortable, Zoro would be there in a second to reassure you.

"You don't have to force yourself. It's fine. You gave your all.

I think Zoro would consider your struggles with communication like he considers his fighting style: you need to train. If you want to open up, he would love to help you. He would assist you in slowly but surely pushing past your limits. "Maybe it'll take time, but I know you can do it, I trust you."

Zoro values so much effort and practice that he would be really moved by your progress. Even though he's not really expressive, you can tell how proud he is. The soft expression in his eyes is all you need to see.

Law

Law has a quiet demeanor. He doesn't speak much about himself, his plans, or basically, anything that is stuck in his mind. However, he understands that there is a distinction between being reserved and selective mutism. He would quickly realize that you're not just shy.

Although he's not a psychologist, he would still try to understand why you have selective mutism. First, because he's a doctor and also because he's curious about that kind of thing. If you're not willing to speak up about this, he won't force you to do so. He's well aware that selective mutism can sometimes hide something traumatic, and well, Law knows a lot about trauma. He doesn't want to remind you of dark memories.

"Don't worry, y/n-ya. I won't put pressure on you."

If you cannot communicate with him, Law would try to find a way to communicate with you. Maybe through writing, sign language, or even drawing, if you want. He's good at finding solutions and he knows a few things about selective mutism.

If you can't communicate with others, Law will try to keep you in a safe environment. He knows it's pointless to confront you with people and he doesn't want to make you feel more anxious. But he would try to introduce you to trustworthy people, such as Bepo, Sashi, or Penguin. He would ask his friends to be nice and patient with you. If someone tries to be mean to you, Law would be really mad and probably room, shambles their body for a few hours as a punishment.

He respects your silence. Law would never force you to communicate or push you out of your comfort zone. He would be there to support you during both good and bad times. Every time you talk to someone you're not really comfortable with, Law would have a proud grin on his face.

"See, you did it! You're incredible, y/n-ya."

Kid

Well, don't worry, he can talk for the both of you.

He's a man of action, and honestly, he struggles to understand what's going on and why you're so quiet. Sure, he's used to calm people, and Killer is one of them. But talking to everyone is not a problem for Killer, he's just introverted. Your selective mutism would be a challenge for our dear angry tulip.

Kid is loud and both possessive and protective. However, he hates assisting others. He thinks you're strong enough to take care of yourself. He would never be the one to babysit you. Just watch from a distance to see if you're doing okay, especially in stressful situations. If someone dares to mock you, we all know what's going to happen. Kid is easily pissed off: he hates being mocked, or when someone makes fun of his loved one.

"Come here y/n, I'll deal with those fucking assholes." Before grabbing you by the wrist and bringing you closer to him. So now you're stuck against his chest, but is it really a problem?

Honestly, if you're struggling to talk to Kid, he would consider the whole thing as a challenge. He's a marginalized person, his crew is full of marginalized people, so your selective mutism is not really a problem for him. His pride is the main issue: if you doesn't feel safe in his presence, it's a problem for his ego.

"What's the matter anyway, y/n, why can't you speak?"

In your presence, Kid would try (keyword: try) to talk more quietly. He doesn't want to freak you out with his rude behavior. Just imagine the loud and rude Eustass Kid softening in your presence. How sweet. I'm also pretty sure he would love to praise you with your favorite flower/animal made of metal. Imagine a beautiful flower blooming or a fluffy puppy dancing with joy while you speak.

Don't say that the big, scary Eustass Kid can craft such lovely things to anyone.

Once you're comfortable with him… Kid would just grin cockily. Damn. He would be extremely proud. Like, genuinely proud. Proud of you, because you did it. And also pleased with himself, because he won this challenge. He would feel his heart melting and pounding. "Y/N can talk to me, see, I'm the best!" (Yelling to absolutely everyone, obviously)

Kid Pirates are a big family. Kid may not be fully aware of what to do with someone who is facing selective mutism, but his crew will take care of you. They won't put pressure on you, not because they're scared of Kid, but because everyone in the crew has their own problems and it's alright.

They would all make an effort to ensure your safety and be patient with you. Just like their captain, if you end up in a stressful situation, they would help you as best they can.

I love them so much, help.

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obeyme-and-myfics · 1 year

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Hi!! May I request a continuation of short!MC with the side characters? I love your writing! 💖💖💖

Yes, of course! I took a little break from posting on the internet so that's why it took so long for me to respond. Also thank you! I try to write as well as I can. (●'◡'●) Some side characters are gonna be missing from this cuz I'm not quite comfortable writing for them yet.

I haven't met Raphael, Mephistopheles or Thirteen(I am planning on making their own parts when I do tho!) in anything other than events. So I'd like to apologize in advance because if I remember correctly one of your favs is Mephisto o(TヘTo) (I hope this doesn't sound weird since we've only met briefly on the discord server /gen)

Anyway onto the actual prompt (￣y▽￣)╭

Part 1| Part 2(here)

Prompt: How Obey Me Characters react to a short MC/Y/N

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke(/p)

Headcanon List

CW/TWs: Teasing for your height,

Diavolo

I don't think he'd have much of a reaction seeing as most people/demons are a lot shorter than him

This man is easily 7ft I don't think he gives a fuck, everyone is puny to him

He'd definitely say something by accident, something he doesn't think would bother you

He's a himbo and oblivious to this shit

He'd probably say some shit like

"You're quite small for a human" or something like that

Crouches/Bends down to talk to you sometimes

Only when he really feels like it

I swear he's not trying to be rude

He'll pick you up only if you ask

For any reason too, he adores his small human

He respects you and doesn't want to help you like that unless you want him to

If he sees you struggling to grab something he'll get it for you

Gently reminds you that he can help you and you don't need to struggle with these things while he's there

Worries about other demons taking advantage of your small stature and hurting you

So he checks in on your wellbeing more often than he would if you were taller

If he knows you're around, he's making sure he doesn't accidentally run over you

I'm so sorry! to be fair he's probably gotta do that with bitches 5'7 and below

He'd probably enjoy holding/hugging you too

Like you ask for cuddles this man is cradling you in his arm

Maybe even rocking your ass to sleep

Barbatos

Man has nothing to say about your height

Like he couldn't care less about it and has the foresight to not say shit if you're a little insecure

Not that he would even if you weren't

If he sees you struggling to get something off a higher place, he's helping even if you don't ask/don't want him to

That's just kinda how he is

If you request he stop that he will but you need to communicate your wants and needs

If he sees you getting bullied(/lh) for your height and you look distressed he'll give to culprit a bit of a scolding

Depending on how bad it/Who it was it'll be harsher

Of course he'd like for you to defend yourself at least a little bit

When you do he can't help but smile a little to himself.

He likes to serve the ones he cares for so if any difficulties arise due to your height he'd be happy to attend to them

That is to say its only if you ask/he has the time to

He is still the butler of the future ruler of the Devildom after all

Barbatos also wouldn't treat you any different than how he would treat some one of average height or taller

Solomon

He makes the occasional comment about your height to your face

Giggles about it in private on occasion LIKE A BITCH

It's only occasionally that he does this tho

Overall its not that big of a deal to him

He's been alive long enough that he doesn't really care

Will absolutely help you with things your height hinders you from doing

If you're being bullied about your height he'll give you a chance to defend yourself before jumping to your defense

Will pick you up and carry you sometimes just for shits and giggles

Other times he picks you up and carries you away to hang out or aid him in another one of his magical endeavors.

and now we have Nightbringer /j

He's not doing anything to talk to you on your level Slay, king Solomon. Slay

He thinks its mildly entertaining to watch you struggle to grab something off the top shelf/anything out of your reach

He's a bit more careful with you than he normally would be with others

Has offhandedly suggested making something to make you taller if you'd like it

you gonna whoop his ass or should I?

He enjoys watching you stand up for yourself despite your height

It can be intimidating when people who are much taller than you pick on you and he understands that

or maybe you're not intimidated in the slightest and just wanted to unleash a can of whoop ass on some assholes who've been picking on you Period. Slay honestly.

He understands that too, and enjoys watching it go down

He finds it satisfying

Simeon

Won't comment on it most of the time but he does think its really cute

Only makes a comment when he's asking if you need help getting something higher up than you can reach

and its normally something like

"Oh! MC did you need help? It looks like you can't quite reach that."

A bit more careful with you than he would be normally

Though he's gentle by nature most of the time Sadistic Simeon has me in a chokehold fr fr

He won't get down to your level or do anything to demean you

not intentionally anyway

He doesn't say anything about your height for the most part but he will slip up every once in a while

It's nothing bad he just lets it slip he thinks your height is cute

He encourages you to stand up for yourself but has no problem sticking up for you or stealing you away if you're being bullied too much.

Happy to help with anything your height makes difficult when you ask

Other than that he doesn't treat you any differently due to your height

Luke

He's just happy he's not the only short one here.

If you're shorter than him he doesn't comment on it but he is excited to not be the shortest there.

He would make a few comments about it but you just gotta tell him to stop and he will

He doesn't want to make you upset with him

Sweet baby just wants to bond with you over the others making fun of your heights

Doesn't hesitate to yell at anyone making fun of your height and calling you names because of it

Makes sure you're okay afterwards

He's getting made fun of for this though

The brothers would take to calling him your guard dog

He barely gives you a chance to defend yourself but will back up if you defend yourself before he can

He borderline clings to you like a sloth

Comes to you every time he needs to vent about everyone bullying him for his own height

You're his favorite human now

If he's taller than you, he will do his best to help with things you can't reach.

He's happy to help out his friend

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jiyansthesis · 1 year

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AMOR A PRIMERA VISTA

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.1

pt.2 (smut)

summary — you've despised cliches since you were a teen. love at first sight? lame. cafe shop love story? not even believable. getting someone's number after only 5 minutes of talking to them? who even does that? someone letting you stay at their house because of something going wrong? weird and borderline risky. but. . . maybe your life is a cliche.

note — i know i haven't wrote in a while but i'm back! and this is a little bit different from what i usually write so sorry for my other followers! anyways, i had to write about gekko because i love him so much and the lack of fics about him on anything is criminal. i haven't wrote in so long so i might be a little rusty. this is probably going to be three parts, and this is more of a backstory to the relationship, so it's pretty slow paced

w/c — 3.3k

not proofread '' sorry for any mistakes

you slumped over the counter, glancing up at the clock. it read 4 o'clock, and you let out a loud groan. you still had two hours left until you could finally go home and relax with a cup of hot chocolate.

it was warm inside the cozy little cafe, but you knew with a look outside that the walk home was going to be freezing and you dreaded it. rolling hills of white were all over the streets and sidewalks, and the sun was beginning to set as the streetlights began to dimly light the roads. little crystals were falling rapidly, and you knew that eventually it'll turn into a snowstorm.

no one was inside the cafe at the moment, everyone most likely staying at home away from the stormy weather. as you turned to make yourself a drink, the bell above the door alerted you to a new customer.

"hello! how may i help you?" you locked eyes with the newcomer.

woah.

he was attractive, in a way you couldn't pinpoint. maybe it was his hair, a lime green that you would've never thought would look good on anyone but him? or was it his eyes, a bright hazel with a playful twinkle in them. maybe it was how he brightened up the whole cafe full of muted colors with his vibrant clothes and bright aura.

you could already tell he has a good personality.

you shook yourself out of it. you're over thinking it. you never analyze people this hard.

you watched as he broke out into a smile. damn, even his smile was cute.

"can i have a cup of orange juice?" you nodded and grabbed a cup to write his order on it. you thought it was cute that he wanted orange juice, but you also pushed that thought out of your mind. why would it be cute he wanted juice?

"can i also have a vanilla bean frappe?" he added on once you set his cup down.

oh. that means there's someone else.

you begun over-analyzing everything again. obviously with those looks he'd have a girlfriend. how do you know it was a girl? because who else would drink that drink. you know you were being stereotypical, but there's just no other reason he'd come in here alone during all this snow.

you didn't know why it bothered you so much, but it just did.

no way you were already crushing on someone you haven't even had a real conversation with.

you wrote his second order on the cup and asked, "is there anything else?"

"are you okay? you look mad. did i do something?" he said instead of answering your question, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"no!" you shook your head, not realizing that you smile had been wiped off your face. "i was just thinking."

you turned around to grab the orange juice that you had premade that morning from the fridge.

"are you sure? it looked like it was something i said."

"no, you didn't do anything."

"then you must be thinking of something pretty bad. is there something on my face?" he began moving his fingers around his lips and cheeks to get off some imaginary debris.

"there's nothing on your face," you laughed as you put the lid on the orange juice cup and got to work on the frappe. "it's perfect."

you meant to say "perfectly fine", but you were so focused on the machine in front of you, you didn't realize that you didn't quite say what you intended to say.

"perfect?" you could hear the smirk in his voice as you realized what you had told him.

"wait, i meant like, perfectly fine, y'know?"

"so my face isn't perfect?"

"you know that's not what i meant," you hurriedly tried explaining yourself.

"i'm just playing with you, chica," you let out a little smile at the spanish and finished his second drink.

"here you go. one orange juice and one vanilla bean frappe." you slid him the drinks and two straws.

"you're getting this to-go, right?"

"nah, i'll drink it here. it's too cold outside anyways."

"these are both for you?" you were almost relieved about the fact he was going to drink here. of course, that doesn't completely mean that he doesn't have a girlfriend, which is highly unlikely.

"you'll see," he winked at you as a cute yellow thing appeared behind him.

"what is that?" you exclaimed. not in fear, but in curiosity.

"he's wingman. he loves vanilla bean frappes, so i decided i could get him one today."

you almost laughed at how you would've never thought this drink would be for that.

"i thought it was going to be for your girlfriend or something like that," you admitted.

"girlfriend? you're funny chica. i don't have one."

you could jump with joy right now. you knew that you usually don't act like this and think like this, but if you're doing it now, there had to be something special about this boy.

you hummed as he slid into a stool at the counter so he could still talk to you while you worked.

"was that what was bothering you?"

he was smart, but you weren't going to tell him the truth.

"no, of course not! i just met you, it'd be weird if i was upset by that."

you watched as wingman devoured their drink somehow, while the man kept his eyes on you like he was examining you. you flushed and began to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not able to wait two hours to the end of your shift.

"that's true," he agreed as he sipped his orange juice.

before the silence afterwards became awkward, you piped up.

"what's your name?" you questioned.

"mateo. but some people know me as gekko. what about you, chica?"

you told him your name and he smiled, saying it back to you.

"i like it. it fits a cutie like you."

you felt your face turn hot and you turned away to make sure he couldn't see.

"thanks," you huffed as you tried making your blush less noticeable.

mateo let out another laugh and you noticed yourself smiling at the noise.

after you had successfully calmed down and your cocoa was ready, you went over to sit next to him.

wingman let out a noise, and you saw that he was already done with his frappe.

"hey amigo, i'll get you some more later, okay?"

it seemed to be content with that answer, and continued gnawing at the straw.

"is it always this quiet in here?" mateo asked.

"not usually. i think it's because of all the snow outside." your gaze went over from his eyes to the window and you nearly gasped.

"holy shit, there's no way i'm getting home in that." there was nearly seven inches of snow on the ground, and the snow was obviously picking up speed.

"how far do you live from here?"

"it's like a 15 minute walk. but i don't even know if i'll be able to walk outside at this point."

"i could walk you over to my house." he offered. "i know it sounds weird because we just met, but you're not going to be able to make it home in this weather and my house is just less than a block away."

you contemplated his offer. you could tell it was obvious he wasn't a murderer, and he was most likely the same age as you. plus there was no way you were getting home tonight and you didn't want to stay in the cafe or make your friends attempt to pick you up. plus you could hang out with mateo a bit more.

you shrugged. "if that's really okay with you."

the two of you talked all the way until 6:00, you not having to serve any customers due to the inclement weather.

you had already locked everything up and wiped everything down, and now you were outside in a huge fur parka, which did nothing to stop the brutal cold wind from slapping your face.

thankfully, you had an extra jacket for mateo, who would've froze to death in his regular clothes. he led you down the road, and the two of you continued talking about things such as school and work. apparently mateo couldn't disclose much of his job, but it seems like he really enjoys it.

the two of you had made it to his house, and you sighed in relief when you felt the gust of hot air caress your face.

you made sure not to trail any snow into his house, majority of it already melted by the time you had hung your jacket up on his coat rack.

he led you to the living room, and you plopped down on the couch as he said, "i'll be right back. i'll get you some clothes so you can take a shower." you nodded and he left, leaving you to glance around the room. there were pictures of him with a blue and yellow haired girl, and also another one of him with an equally beautiful woman with piercing purple eyes.

before you knew it, he was back with a stack of clothes.

"this will probably be too big on you, but i made sure that it was my smallest sizes.

"thanks," you beamed.

"i'll show you where the bathroom is. it's connected to my room, so i hope that's okay."

you acknowledged him with a tilt of your head and followed him up the stairs.

"i'll leave you to do whatever you need to. just call me if you need anything." he shut the door behind him once the two of you had made it to the bathroom.

you quickly took off your clothes and stepped in the shower, finally able to take a long hot shower. not wanting to make his water bill skyrocket with a one hour shower, you hopped out after twenty minutes, only to realize something.

"fucking hell," you grumbled. you forgot to ask for a towel. from what you could see, the towels weren't being kept in the shower room.

"mateo?" you called out loudly.

you heard a "yeah?" in response.

"i forgot to grab a towel!"

you swore you heard him giggling. then you heard a knock at the door.

"here, i'll just hold the towel out." he said from behind the door.

you opened the door, snatched the towel, and closed it.

"thank you," you voiced.

"no problem, hermosa,"

you've never bothered learning spanish, so you noted in your head to search up the meaning of that later.

the clothes he gave you enveloped your body, the t-shirt going all the way down to your knees and the sweatpants falling off almost every time you took a step.

awkwardly holding the waistband of the sweats, you walked out the bathroom to see mateo lying on his bed scrolling away at his phone.

"are those too big?" he turned his attention to you.

"just a little," you sarcastically said. "but it's fine since i'm going right to sleep."

"not gonna eat anything?" he asked.

"i'm fine. i ate a while ago and i'm not hungry."

"here, you can sleep on my bed. i'll sleep on the couch."

"it's your house. you can sleep on the bed. i've already inconvenienced you enough by coming here."

"you haven't inconvenienced me at all." he shook his head. "fine. we can both sleep on the bed, if that's fine with you.

"as long as you're not sleeping somewhere uncomfortable, that's fine with me."

"i'll go take a shower. you can get going to sleep first."

you agreed as he scoured his drawers for clothes and then went into the bathroom, leaving you in his dark room, the only source of light a lamp on the nightstand.

you made yourself comfortable under the blankets, closing your eyes while snuggling into the pillow, getting a whiff of mateo's cologne.

you stopped yourself from taking deep breaths, not wanting to be a creep by enjoying the smell.

"i barely know him," you murmured to yourself. sure, you had been talking for more than two hours and you're staying at his house, but that gives you no reason to be acting like you've known him for months and have had a crush on him for that long.

a few minutes passed and you perked up at the sound of the door of the bathroom opening and closing, and then a weight on the mattress.

"did i wake you up? sorry," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck when you turned over to watch him get into the bed.

"no, you're fine. i was still awake." you lied. you were close to going to sleep, but some part of you doesn't want this night to end.

"remember how i said your face is perfect on accident?"

"mhm," he laid on his side so that the two of you would be facing each other.

"i wasn't lying. i think you have a good looking face." that was your terrible attempt at flirting. it might've been bad, but you could see the look of surprise on mateo's face and his cheeks turn a rosy pink.

"means a lot coming from a pretty lady like you," he responded. "if you work at that cafe i might have to come over a lot more."

now your face was turning red.

"i'd always love seeing you come in." you let out a small yawn.

"go to sleep. i'll be here in the morning."

you knew he'd be here in the morning, but you didn't want the night itself to end. you still had so many questions to ask him.

you wanted to know him.

but against your will, your eyes shut and didn't open even when he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

the smell of pancakes woke you up.

you realized that you were in the spot mateo was sleeping, and your arms were taking up the whole bed. stretching, you slid out the bed and padded down the stairs and into he kitchen, seeing mateo humming to himself while cooking.

"you can cook?" you asked, and mateo jumped a little, before realizing it was you.

"good morning to you too. and yeah, i can. does it seem like i can't?" he teased.

you acted like you were thinking about his question.

"hmmm, maybe." you put your hands up, shrugging with the corners of your lips upturning.

"i'm a really good chef, believe it or not. wingman loves my food."

"if wingman loves it, then it must be good." you said as he handed you a plate of eggs and pancakes and you took a seat.

you took a bite and nearly moaned. "this is so good."

"i told you," he winked as he turned off the stove and sat down in front of you.

the two of you ate in peaceful silence, music from the radio the only thing breaking the silence.

"can you dance?" he suddenly questioned.

"not really. never had to."

"i should teach you how to dance bachata. it's easy."

you knew that you were terrible at dancing, and whatever he said was easy was probably not.

"i don't know..."

"i'll teach you. then how about we watch a movie? i don't think you'll be able to get home soon still. the snowstorm is still going on." you totally forgot about the snowstorm. if it was still going on, there was definitely no way you were making it back to your house.

"fine. but i warned you."

he led you to the living room and began teaching you moves, usually having his hands on your hips to tell you to emphasize a move or to lead you through it.

you knew that he saw your blush, and you swore that he was smugly grinning because of that.

"i told you i sucked at this," you groaned after trying to learn a move for ten minutes.

"you're decent at it," he assured you. "you just need a bit more practice."

you focused on him, and that's when you realized the small space in between you two. that made you turn even more red.

"something wrong?" he noticed.

"it's just a little hot in here." he probably knew you weren't talking about the heater.

"let's take a little break then."

you laid down on the couch. "isn't it crazy how we went from you just wanting some drinks to me at your house learning how to dance bachata?"

"we could be here doing something else but..."

"something else?" you shot up. you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"nah forget it. i have some other things i need to do before we get to that point."

"other things?" now you were really curious.

"you'll find out after the snow melts."

"can i have a hint now?" you were eager to know what it was.

"a date."

it's been four months since you had first met.

the first date the two of you had was amazing. he took you out to a carnival, where he got you a big teddy bear and you got to ride a ferris wheel for the first time in your life.

you also got to meet his other little friends, dizzy and moshpit.

the two of you had been on multiple dates, once every two weeks during the first month turned to once a week the second, until eventually you guys were hanging out every day.

you decided that today was when you were going to confess your feelings.

mateo had convinced you to learn how to skate two weeks prior, and today you wanted him to help you perfect the kickflip. it took you all this time to learn how to ollie, and you think you're ready for the next level.

the skatepark was empty, and the sun was setting, leaving a golden hue on everything. especially on him.

it made his tan skin look radiant and his hair stand out even more than it usually does. you knew that if you looked into his eyes that the speckles of gold would be sparkling in pools of chocolate.

the two of you made it to a relatively unobstructed and flat part of the park, and he began by seeing what your kickflip was at right now.

"all you need is some more height and a bit more power, and i think you'll be able to do it." he encouraged you.

you followed his directions, getting close to landing it every time you tried.

you fell once, but he quickly picked you back up while the two of you laughed about it.

the sunset turned from a painting of colors into a black to navy gradient, the stars shining brightly if you squinted enough.

after almost two hours, you were ready to quit trying, but mateo wanted you to do one more.

"this is the one, i can feel it."

"whatever you say, hermoso."

you attempted one last time, trying your hardest. and before your eyes, the board successfully flipped from under you and you landed cleanly on the board.

you quickly jumped off, running towards him. he met you in the middle, and you exclaimed, "i did it!"

"you did it ángel," he smiled.

you looked up at him, and he noticed you lifting your arms up to his neck.

"creo que te amo (i think i love you)" you whispered.

he chuckled. "those spanish lessons have been paying off, huh? me estás volviendo loco (you're driving me crazy)"

he closed the gap in between you finally granting your wish of being able to feel his lips.

you pulled him as close as you could as he rested his hands on your hips. neither of you could get enough.

he pulled away. "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to that."

"i've wanted to do it since i first saw you in the cafe." you said breathily.

"why did we wait this long?" he shook his head as he went back in for a second kiss

i hate this sm i'll make up for it w smut in part two i swear

(i hate writing kissing scenes)

#x reader #gekko x reader #valorant x reader #valorant #gekko valorant #valorant gekko #gekko #valorant imagines #mateo x reader #I LOVE HIM SM I DID HIM SO DIRTY IN THIS FUCKING FIC UGH

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haarrrys · 1 year

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Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

more harry and amani!

a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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i’m such an angst girlie can we pls have some d word angst? x

maybe like in the early stages of their relationship before they r officially together and he kinda freaks out over being older than her and ends up upsetting her? not a problem if you’re not into writing like that x

yeah!! like as much as matty's a confident guy, the age thing is actually kinda a hindrance for him at the start - even though he likes you SO much and he knows you like him too and you're both adults and whatnot, he doesn't want to hold you back at all in any aspect of life. he freaks out when he sees a pic of you and some of your friends on a night out, not because he's jealous, but because you look so carefree and happy and just like you've got your whole life ahead of you (not that he can't relate to any of that. he's just high and hitting a para ok) and that he's going to put a damper on that by being older and maybe a little less energetic and more likely to settle down than go crazy in a club until 4am (like i said, he's high and in his feels). the next day, even sober, matty can't really shake the feeling that he's too old to make you truly happy, and i think he panic ghosts you a lil - you text him like "hi, are you busy? i was gonna call for a catch-up but idk what you're up to today and i don't wanna bother you. no worries if not, just lmk pls. maybe we can arrange going for coffee tomorrow x" and he just opens it and ignores it, out of some fear that by replying he'll lead you on. and he doesn't wanna end your little burgeoning romance over text, because he's not a dick, so the safest thing to do is just... ignore. idiot that he is, though, matty forgets to turn read receipts off, so you can see that he reads every follow-up text you send sparingly the rest of the day ("assuming ur probs busy. no worries! are you alright though? X"; "i've not done anything to upset you, have i? just that you keep opening my messages and pieing them x"; "i take it you can't/don't wanna talk today. i'll just leave you be, then. sorry for bothering you"). it makes him feel like shit, but he figures it's probably for the better. does he sleep at all that weekend? no he doesn't. and neither do you.

monday rolls around. matty gets to the office early in the hopes that he can catch you for a chat before you start work - it'll hurt, but it's best to get it out of the way. but you had the same idea; when he walks in, you're at your desk blinking sleep from your eyes, laptop open to your emails. you don't say anything but a curt "hi", which matty reciprocates softly, and the two of you sit in silence at your desks for a bit before you say "are you ok? found it a bit weird that you didn't reply to me the whole weekend. wondered if something was the matter with you". matty's like "yeah i'm fine. and i'm sorry for that. it's just... your pictures from your night out", and you're immediately on the defensive like "what? my pictures? why? were you pissed off at me going out, jealous? that's a bit shit" - matty's like "no, no, the opposite. i think it's good you went out, it just made me think of some things", and you look at him questioningly so he continues like "it just made me question if i'm good for you or not. like, you're young and cool and free and shit, and i'm kinda past that stage. and i don't think it's fair for me to hold you back from enjoying yourself and going out and pulling all-nighters, simply because i don't really wanna do stuff like that anymore". there's more silence for a minute, and then you speak up really quietly like "you're dumping me?", and matty's heart breaks, but he's like "i think it's for the best" - you're like "but i thought you liked me", and he's like "i do like you, darling, i really do. but i can't in good conscience limit you at all because of that, it's too selfish", and you get a bit angry like "no, matty, what's selfish is you not even bothering to ask me what i actually DO want instead of just assuming it. i don't give a FUCK about going out clubbing! i only went on friday to celebrate my friend's birthday, and quite frankly i'd have rather been in my flat having dinner with you like we did last week".

that's a total curveball for matty; he's like "you'd have rather... stayed in... on a friday night in london... with me?", and you're like "YES, you idiot, because YOU'RE what i want. i don't give a shit about the age gap - i like you, more than i've ever liked anyone else before, probably. and if i didn't or don't want to do anything you want to to, i'd tell you right away. but that hasn't happened yet, not once". matty's sitting there in total shock, just looking at you, so you keep talking like "look, if the age gap really is an issue for you, then i understand. but i really don't think i could go back to being just friends, matty, i really couldn't"; matty exhales and admits "neither could i", and your face just lights up like "really?", and he nods. and then matty stands up and walks over to you, then kneels in front of you so you're slightly above him and says "i'm so sorry for just assuming what you wanted instead of asking, sweetheart, i really am. can we have dinner together tonight as an apology, and we can just keep going as we were before i fucked up?" - you hug him like "we can have dinner, and we can try. but you better not do that to me again, healy, i swear to god. i might be a baby compared to you, but my communication skills have passed the gaga stage, trust me". you're laughing as you say the last bit, which makes matty feel a lot better; he rolls his eyes like "you're never going to let me live this down, are you? well, it's a good thing i still think you're the most attractive woman on the planet even when you're taking the piss out of me", and you're sarcastic like "god, stop flirting with me!", and matty's like "never. anyway, my place after work sound alright?". and you're like "sounds perfect. can you make that pasta we had a couple of weeks ago? it was amazing", and matty's like "whatever you want, darling, you'll get" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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find-roronoa-zoro · 4 months

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader CW: Coping w/loss

You lay awake on your left side your finger's gently tracing over a few of the scars that decorated Zoro's bare back. No one in the house had slept much recently, though eventually you would succumb to slumber only to have dreams where your father visited you. Sometimes he even spoke, but it almost never made sense with the context of the dream.

Zoro shifted tugging your blanket up higher as he rolled to face you.

"You're tickling me," he muttered, eye still closed.

"Sorry Tiger," you whispered.

"I don't really mind," he admitted lazily draping his arm over your hip.

You continued your ministrations along the scars of his chest letting your mind go more or less blank.

"What's the matter?" he breathed, his chestnut iris slowly becoming visible.

"That's a loaded question," you smirked glumly.

"I mean aside from the given." he shifted again pulling you closer to stop your tickling digits.

"I'm just worried about Ace. He disappears for hours, sometimes coming back bruised and just hides in his room." you rested your forehead against his chest, "I thought I'd gotten through to him but I guess not."

"Everyone handles things differently. Have you talked to your brothers? Maybe they know something you don't." he suggested twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger.

"I didn't want to burden them with it." you sighed, "I hadn't thought they'd noticed as well."

"Only one way to find out," he muttered his scruff grazing your scalp.

"You know, you aren't so bad sometimes, Tiger." you chuckled.

"I have my moments." you could hear the smile in his sleepy voice.

You settled against him in silence while his warm palm ran the length of your spine.

"Hey babe?" you called quietly.

He hummed.

"I-I'm sorry," your voice had gotten very low.

"What for?" he pulled back to search your face a little alarmed.

A soft blush rose your cheeks making you thankful it was so dark, "Not ... Uhm being very physical?"

His expression softened as he pulled you back in to snuggle, "It'll happen when we're both ready."

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Sabo rounded the corner into the kitchen yawning widely as Al shuffled in close behind him. You fiddled with the spoon in your coffee watching him go straight to the coffee maker. Al stood with her sleepy face planted in his back while he prepared two cups. You smiled at their adorable morning routine.

"Morning babies~" you called melodically.

"Oh, morning, F/N." Al peeked at you and yawned.

"Babies?" Sabo questioned.

"Well, Al is a baby now too," you smirked as she blushed and reburied her face in his shirt.

Sabo rolled his eyes and turned to hand his girlfriend her coffee.

"Thank you, Bumblebee," she mumbled before taking a seat next to you at the island.

"It's too early to be subjected to so much cuteness." You chuckled.

"Why are you up so early?" Sabo asked taking a seat across from Al.

"Couldn't sleep. I kept waking Zoro so I decided just to get up."

"That probably more information than needed." he averted his gaze.

"Not like that, Jesus." you scoffed, "Just too restless."

"So is he." Al piped.

You and Sabo sighed.

"It's just a weird feeling in the house." he muttered.

"Yeah, I know." you agreed, "Nami is coming by later to help go through Pops' things. If you want to claim anything let me know. I don't think I can part with anything right now but at least it'll go into storage, so we can have some closure."

"Ties."

"What?" you glanced at the blond.

"Uhm - "he cleared his throat, "I'd like his ties... if you could just put them in my room."

"Sure, honey." You breathed passed the lump in your throat.

The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before Marco entered, eyes widening a fraction to see you all awake so early.

"Morning."

"Hey Pineapple." you greeted.

"Morning." Sabo and Al chimed in unison.

Marco made himself a cup of coffee and eventually claimed the barstool across from you to pick at some muffins Thatch had left in a container for you all to share.

"Hey," you paused unsure of any other way to start this conversation, "Uhm... do you guys happen to know where Ace has been disappearing off to for the last week?"

Your brothers both bristled as Al slowly stood and excused herself sensing an unpleasant conversation was about to take place.

"What makes you ask that?" your older brother asked, "He's just dealing with the loss on his own."

Sabo refused eye contact.

"Sabo," you called sternly.

He never liked when you used that tone.

"You know something." you accused.

"Leave him alone." Marco waved his hand, "It's nothing to worry about. Ace will be fine. We'll all be fine - you said it yourself, right?"

"Ace is not fine." You protested, "I said that because I thought we'd help each other. This is not helping each other."

Sabo shrank back, "We are trying to help."

Your gaze snapped to the younger, "How? By keeping things from me? Does Thatch know?"

You were getting more heated by the second.

"Calm down, yoi." Marco looked at you unfazed by your outburst, "You'll wake the whole damn house."

"Then fucking tell me what's going on here!"

"F/N." Sabo softly called sitting upright again.

He didn't like seeing you upset, much less so angry with him. The two of you shared a special bond as you were the first person he had opened up to and trusted in the house, which is also why it cut you so much deeper that he'd taken part in withholding information from you.

"We'll tell you, just shut up for a second," Marco grumbled.

You reclaimed your stool and tried your best to settle.

"There's a gym," Marco started, "specifically for fighters, boxing, mixed martial arts, that kind of thing. They hold amateur fights a few nights a week. Winner gets a cut of the bets."

You gaped.

"He's sort of got a knack for it." Sabo added, "He hasn't lost a fight yet."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you asked incredulously.

"I don't think we sounded like we were kidding, yoi."

"Why would you let him do something like that? And why wouldn't you tell me?" you raised your voice again.

Marco just gestured toward you as if it were obvious.

"Because you yell," Sabo muttered.

"You can't mother the guy his entire life. This is how he wants to cope, leave him be." Marco scolded.

"But he could get seriously injured!" you felt your voice getting shrill, "You know what happens to fighters who take too many hits to the head? Even a body shot jostles the brain."

Marco rolled his eyes, "They provide him gear."

"Gear doesn't mean shit. You're just going to let our little brother go out and fight strangers?"

"He doesn't plan to do it much longer," Sabo added.

"See, it's fine," Marco muttered.

"Your nonchalance is pissing me off." you scoffed standing, "What's this gym?"

"...Red's." Sabo hesitantly answered.

Rage exploded in your chest as you stepped forward.

"Just what do you plan to do?" Marco stood snatching you back by your left wrist.

Before you could think it through properly, your open palm was meeting his cheek with a loud 'slap'.

"Oi!" Marco yelled jerking you roughly back.

Sabo had already made his way between you, "Marco, let her go."

"Sit down." Marco growled, "She can't just hit me."

"What's going on in here?" Zoro had appeared in the doorway glaring at your older brother.

Marco clicked his tongue and released you not having the energy to start a full-on brawl in the kitchen.

"I'm going," you replied rubbing your wrist and squeezing passed your boyfriend.

"Where?!" he called after you too stunned by your attitude to move.

"To murder Shanks," Sabo answered.

#the one #one piece #x reader #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #shanks #whitebeard pirates #zoro roronoa x reader #lyndsyh24 #slow burn

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idabbleincrazy · 8 months

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Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 6

Fandom: Small

Rating: M

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, Jor-El (A.I.)

Word Count: 4303

Warnings: some schmoop, handsy!Clark, kissing, brief discussion on homophobia/biphobia in rural Midwest during the early 2000's and the risks of coming out, semi-soulmates (they have a destiny)

Summary: Clark takes Lex to the Kawatche caves.

A/N: I was initially going to make this the last chapter, but everything spiraled and it started getting lengthy. So this is the penultimate chapter.

Lex's POV:

I stretch myself across the empty bed as I wake up slowly, burying my face into Clark's pillow to search for lingering warmth and scent. The memory, like a dream, of a kiss brushing against my temple as Clark eased himself out of my arms and out of his bed. I had tried to clutch him back to me, I think, his words whispered and lamenting as the sounds of rustling fabric alerted me to his redressing.

"I have to get back home before Dad wakes up. He'll be expecting me to be busy with the chores. Go back to sleep, Lex."

And I did, an action I regret now, falling back into slumber instead of pulling myself up, dressing alongside him, driving him back to the farm and giving him a proper parting kiss. I know he probably had lingered in my embrace until the last possible minute that his inhuman speed would allow, that driving him back would have taken too long, gotten us caught at the end of the dirt road leading up to the barn at the break of dawn and possibly a shotgun thrown in, just to round it all out. But still.

Morning is in full effect now, sunlight filtering through the curtains and my closed eyelids. I force them open and turn over in the tangled sheets, my body protesting the movement in technicolor testament to last night's activities. I turn my head to check the clock on the bedside dresser and see a note propped up against the lamp. My lips are going to ache if I keep smiling this much, the muscles just aren't used to it. Reaching over and plucking up the sheet of paper, I'm amusedly surprised to find it's from my own personal stationary that I keep in my office for any non-LexCorp related correspondence.

Lex, last night was just, well, amazing. I'm sorry I couldn't wake you up properly, but I couldn't have my parents worrying about me if I wasn't there when they woke up. I should be done with the chores by the time you read this, and I don't have anything else planned today. Stop by? I mean, if you want. If you're not too busy. I know we have a lot left to talk about, and I kinda thought maybe we could head over to the caves. It'll make it easier, I think.

Love, Clark.

P.S., is it weird that I signed it that way? Or that I signed it at all, when this isn't really a letter? God, you know what, just burn this after you read it, it's just too dorky to keep. Anyways, I really have to go now. I just don't like having to leave you alone in this huge castle, in my huge bed, without me. P

P.P.S., see? Dorky. Please burn this. P

Burn it? I'm going to have it sealed in lucite, locked away with my first edition Warrior Angel comics, item number one of my new, less obsessive, collection of Clark Kent memorabilia. How can someone be so voracious in bed and still manage such an awkward innocence in something so mundane as a hastily written note? God, I will never stop loving being surprised by him.

Setting the note back down, I sit up, assessing. My accelerated healing rate hasn't quite held up under Clark's onslaught of passion. Aching muscles and a slight throbbing in my backside that leaves me feeling empty, a feeling I can't remember experiencing in any of my previous times bottoming. Sated, yes. But this low pulse of need to be filled back up again, to be stretched and taken and owned and never be empty again? Never. Christ, what is this alien of mine doing to me?

Alien. My alien. Alien and so much more human than almost anyone I've ever met.

Slipping gingerly out of Clark's bed, I gather up my clothes and the note and slip out of the room towards my own. Coffee cannot be conceded, but breakfast can wait. Shower, dress, guzzle down a cup or three of hot caffeine, change Clark's sheets myself and stash them away to be cleaned personally by my own hands; it's been too long since I've done a thorough dig into my staff's credentials to be sure Clark's DNA won't end up in the wrong hands; and then I've got myself a beautiful alien farmboy to see. Everything else is inconsequential.

Clark's POV:

He should be here soon. I hope. I hated leaving Lex this morning before the sun rose, but I knew dad would wake mom up if I wasn't already out in the field when he came out to start on the daily routine. That would lead to worry and a whole lot of questions I wasn't sure I was ready to answer yet. Lex isn't something I want to hide from them, but the announcement of the change in our relationship definitely needs to be thought out and carefully planned, not brought out into the open in a rush of explanations.

Okay, so I'm also worried about how dad'll take it. He's not a bigot, really. But, well, it's a small town, and there's probably less than a handful of the entire population of Smallville that aren't heterosexual. I know dad loves me, and that won't change, but I don't know how fast he'll adapt to the revelation, and with his heart condition, my coming out will have to be a well-timed thing. Actually, I'm not sure whether I'm more worried about his accepting my bisexuality or the fact that I'm in love with a Luthor; one that just so happens to know my secret. Dad has become more hospitable towards Lex, at least he is when me and Lex aren't on the outs with each other, but he's still not as warm towards him as I know Lex secretly wishes he would be. I haven't forgotten the look on Lex's face the day he gave us the deed to our farm back, when he asked my parents to consider him part of the family and my dad nodded in answer. It's one of my favorite looks of his.

But before we tackle the task of telling my parents about us, we have to figure out the whole us part. I know he said this wasn't a one-time thing, and used the word boyfriend a couple times already, but what we have is already beyond that, I think. And we need to work out exactly what that is, and he needs to know more about me, about the side of me I kept hidden from him. And, with graduation in a few weeks, there's plenty of other details to be worked out; will we both stay here in Smallville while I attend Central Kansas, will we be in a long distance relationship while I go down to UM, or will he take up his mantle back in Metropolis while I take classes at MetU?

And will he just get here already so I can see him, hold him, kiss him?? It's nearly ten thirty. I mean, I know I kinda wore him out last night, but I don't think he's ever slept past nine, even with a hangover. I want to make sure we get to the caves with plenty of time for me to explain at least the bulk of what's been going on these past few years, and make it back before dinner. I even went through all the farm work just a little quicker so I would have time to set up Lex's surprise.

And just as I'm thinking about heading back in to call him, I hear his car in the near distance, purring up the dirt track leading to the barn.

I put in a short burst of speed and meet him in front of the barn just as he pulls his most recent Porsche, silver, again, to a stop. I'm right there in front of him when he steps out, dressed even more tauntingly than last night. Jeans. Lex Luthor is wearing jeans, factory-faded denim molded deliciously over thighs that flex as he maneuvers up from the low seat of the car, and my cock twitches. Black t-shirt this time, showing off even more of his arms, biceps in full view as he straightens, cotton stretched teasingly over a chest I now know in detail. How does he manage to look just as sexy like this as he did in the uncontrolled throes of passion last night?

Before I can stop myself, I have him pressed back against the car, my mouth latching onto his, tongue dipping past lips that had barely parted to greet me. And, God, he still tastes, just, so good. Like, vanilla and ozone, and something I think is just purely Lex, all power and strength, and perfect. His hands clench in my hair, tongue meeting mine, way too briefly, with a groan before he wrenches his head back to look at me.

"Good morning to you, too, Clark."

That's all I let him get out before I'm back on him, teeth scraping over his stretched back throat, inhaling the scent of him, shower-fresh and slightly musky. He grunts under the power of my attack, his hips bucking up into me.

"Shit, Clark, down boy. Your parents…Lois…they could come out any second. Can't - oh, God, yeah - can't let them find out like this. Shotguns…shovels…pitchforks, fuck, Clark, baby, stop."

I don't want to, but I do, my hands releasing their almost too tight grip on his waist and slapping down onto the car behind him; I barely restrained my strength enough to keep from denting palm-shaped depressions in the metal. If his tone had been anything less than pleading, I would have kept up the assault on his senses, tempted him into more. But I'll never push him when he means it.

"Sorry, Lex, I couldn't help myself. You're just too hot like this. I've never seen you wear jeans before, didn't think it was possible for you to ever own any." My cock is still hard beneath my zipper, but the urgency I felt at first sight of him is slowly ebbing. Lex, still panting breathlessly and looking slightly mussed, pushes firmly against my chest. Taking the hint, I straighten up and release him from the cage I've formed around him, stepping back from the Porsche. He's looking around, a slight panic in his eyes, and I feel a flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks at my overactive display. "If it helps, no one's around. Mom and Lois are in town, and dad's still out in the back forty. I'm on my own till dinner."

Lex's POV:

Clark can go from sexed-up teenager to sheepishly shy in .2 seconds. Recovering from the unexpected, but not completely unappreciated, mauling, I feel a twinge of guilt at the way he starts to chew on his lip nervously. Even after last night, it seems he can't help but take my resistance to the potentially public make-out session as rejection. Looks like I have a less-than-confident alien farmboy to assuage before he starts having doubts.

"Clark, it's okay, really." I reach a hand out and stroke his pink-tinged cheek, my heart clenching when he leans into the touch. "Trust me, it's taking all my control not to just drag you into the barn right now and have a literal roll in the hay."

His eyes spark back to their usual mirth at that, a small smile on his lips, and the guilt in my chest abates.

"We just need to be careful about this, Clark. You may be an adult now, but this is still the Midwest; sodomy's still illegal in the town's bylaws and I know Sheriff Adams would love a reason to have me dead to rights, even if she wouldn't get far with it. The Supreme Court may have made recent headway against bigotry, but it doesn't stop local authorities from causing trouble for the people they see as different. If the wrong people find out about us, it wouldn't just make difficulties for you and me, but for your parents, too, and anyone who cares about you."

He frowns at that.

"I guess I didn't think about that. I mean, I know it's a small town, but, we do have some non-heterosexual residents, you know? No one ever gives Ms. Johnson and Ms. Ericks a hassle about it."

"They've also been living here for about forty years. Who knows what life was like for them when they first came out as a couple? Look, Clark, I'm not saying we have to hide our relationship forever, just…we need to go about it the right way. Starting with your parents, who should not have to find out via walking out to find their son tongue wrestling with the local billionaire pariah. And, I'm still not discounting your father's shotgun. Jonathan and I are still on shaky ground, you know; he's just waiting for me to prove my true Luthor colors."

Clark's face hardened some at that comment, leaving me slightly abashed at the self-deprecating comment. He steps back into my space, cupping my face in a mirror of my light touch, eyes nearly glittering in the sun, stern with determination.

"You aren't your father, Lex. And I'll protect you from mine, if I have to. He's coming around, even if it is slowly. Anyways, I think sixteen years of dealing with an alien child should have prepared him to adjust better. My parents love me, they'll come to love you. Or they'll lose me…I'm not giving you up, Lex. Not for them, not for anyone. I love you too much to give you up for what someone else thinks is wrong or right."

"I love you, Clark. And, there's nothing wrong with that, no matter what some people may think. I just want to protect you. We don't need anyone looking into your life too closely."

"You're right, I know." Clark's sigh is almost wistful when he gives me a quick, chaste kiss before stepping away again. I know the feeling. "Speaking of looking into my life, ready to head over to the caves? We should probably get going if we want to be able to do the entire 'my boyfriend's an alien' talk today. I wanna make it back here before mom gets home to start dinner."

There's a glint in his eyes at that enigmatic statement that leaves me wondering just what this ever-surprising young man has in store for me today.

"Well, I didn't wear these clothes for kicks. Hop in, cowboy, before I change my mind about the barn."

Clark's POV:

We're speeding down the winding roads towards the caves, and my head is full of Lex's words of caution. I never even thought to consider the impact of our relationship beyond my parents and friends needing time to adjust to the revelation. Would I really end up bringing them all more pain and suffering if the town found out about me and Lex? Visions of the entire population of Smallville flash through my head, brandishing pitchforks and torches, chasing me, Lex, and my parents out of town, not for my status as resident alien, as I had always feared, but for falling in love with someone they considered the wrong person. I wonder if Kryptonians have this weird, obsessive, need to worry about other people's choice of partner, too, or if it's solely a human malfunction.

Lex's hand on my thigh pulls me from my wandering thoughts, and I realize we're getting close. Time for worries about all the rest later. Today is supposed to be about the two of us, finally sharing the secrets we've hidden from each other for so long. And for lofty surprises. Although, honestly, his secrets aren't really that important to me right now. I've never really pressed him for answers on anything, not like he has with me, and I trust him not to take any of his scientific ventures too far. I trust him not to do anything that could end up hurting me, or anyone I care about, and for now, I think that's enough.

The car comes to a stop about twenty feet from the cave entrance and Lex flashes me a look as he kills the engine.

"One last chance to change your mind on this, Clark. You don't have to tell me everything; what I know about you now is enough, the rest is just details."

"I want to do this. I have to do this. And…there's someone I kinda want you to meet. Sorta."

That earned me a confused look. There's no way to really explain Jor-El, though, I just have to show him.

"C'mon. We've waited long enough, don't you think?"

Lex gives a small smile at that and follows my lead as I step out of the car and towards the cave. I hide my smile when his hand slips into mine as we approach the paintings in the further caverns; I'm sure they all have a new meaning to him with the knowledge he's now gained.

"Mr. Willowbrook had it right all along, you are Naman." Lex came to a stop in front of the one drawing I've always hated the most. I know the question that's coming, and dread hearing it from him as much as I have always dreaded voicing it to myself. "Am I Sageeth, Clark? Are we destined to turn against each other?"

I stare up at the entwined figures, pulling Lex close and wrapping my arms around him without conscious thought.

"Yes, and no. I think you are Sageeth, Lex, but I think the Kawatche got the legend wrong, over time. I don't think Sageeth was meant to turn against Naman, to try and destroy him. It's like you said after the incident with Jeremiah, Lex, sorta. If you are Sageeth, maybe you're here to keep me from becoming Earth's overlord. I don't have many weaknesses, Lex, but you're one of them."

I turn him in my arms, tilting his head up to capture his mouth in a gentle kiss, feeling some of the tension ease from his muscles. Smirking at him, I can't help myself.

"Besides, maybe you're not Sageeth at all. Maybe you're her."

He looks over at the painting I nod my head at, he lets out a little chuckle.

"Well, I have been told I look damn good in a dress…"

I let out a groan of arousal at the mental image and nip at Lex's throat in warning.

"Put a pin in that thought for later exploration, Lex, but right now", I drag him over to the keyhole in the wall, "I have something new to show you."

Concentrating, I opened the concealed door to the rest of the cave network, Lex's gasp barely audible as the lights brightened and dimmed in the widening crevice. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I pulled Lex in with me as I stepped through to the cavern where the stone table stood.

"Jor-El!"

"Kal-El, my son, why have you brought this human here? I tolerate your Earth parents traipsing into this sacred place, but I will not allow you to bring just anyone you feel like on a whim. Explain yourself."

I look over at Lex, his eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"Jor-El, this Lex Luthor. He is important to me, just as important as my parents, if not more." I wonder if the A.I. can pick up on nuances. "I'm not hiding anything from him anymore, so I had to show him. He's under my protection, Jor-El."

The lights flared bright again, a single beam shining down on Lex, and I got the distinct feeling the A.I. was scanning him. When the light adjusted back to normal, Jor-El spoke again.

"Ah, yes. I see, now. You have chosen well, Kal-El. Your mate is a fine specimen of humanity, intelligent, strong, and fiercely protective. Your instincts have served you well. We were afraid when we sent you here that you might never find someone worthy enough to bear your mark."

"I…huh?" The hell? Why couldn't the damn A.I. ever just speak clearly. "What do you mean, my mark? I didn't-"

"Do you not remember, my son? The day you arrived, you claimed him for your own."

I hear Lex gasp next to me, his hand squeezing mine, and I know he is seeing the same scene play out in his mind as I am. The day of the meteor shower, on the drive into town, Lex bundled up in Lionel's lap next to us. I saw myself, sitting in Martha's embrace, reach over to the unconscious young boy with a few strands of fiery red hair in patches on his head. I ran my fingertips lightly down the side of his face, and young Lex's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine and a calm smile formed on my face as he passed back out.

I let out a huffing exhale as the memory dissipated, the cavern coming back into focus around me.

"I remember that", Lex's voice was nearly a whisper beside me, and he looked like he was seconds from falling to his knees. "I thought it was just a dream. When I woke up in the hospital, the last thing I remembered clearly was trying to help that kid off the scarecrow post. My father would never talk about that day, so I had no idea. That was you?"

"I swear, Lex, I didn't know. I mean, mom told me about how they'd picked you guys up, but they never mentioned my reaction to you."

"I know, Clark. You were a toddler, how could you know?"

As I pulled Lex into my arms, Jor-El spoke again.

"When you touched him, you sparked a bond between you. It would not have happened to just anyone, had he not already held the potential to be worthy of you, it would not have made a difference. I have sensed others throughout the years that have your presence upon them, but I no longer feel them in the ether. You made your choice last night, solidified that bond."

Lex cleared his throat and turned his head, speaking to the cave in general.

"So, you're trying to tell us I'm Clark's, what, soulmate?" There was an edge of hysteria to the chuckle he let out. I didn't blame him. "Forgive me…Jor-El, was it? Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical about this. Accepting the existence of life on other planets is one thing, it's quite another to expect me to just believe in soulmates."

"Believe what you will, young Luthor, it is what it is. You and my son have bonded, and that is not to be taken lightly."

"You always said we have a destiny, Lex. Looks like you were more right about that than you realized. Stuff of Legends, remember?"

Lex laughed softly and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

"Yes, but I've also said I believe in making my own destiny, Clark. I've always fought so hard against fate. It's just… it's a lot to take in."

Trust Lex to focus more on being contrary than freaked out.

"Lex, I'm not the only one who fought so hard to keep this friendship from falling apart completely, you know. Do you really think all this fate business makes that much difference? Do you really believe the only reason we've circled around each other the last four years is because we were compelled to? You heard Jor-El, there were others in the running. I chose you, Lex, and I won't doubt for a second that that choice was made of my own freewill."

"Okay, okay. I concede to your point, Clark. No, I don't think the only reason I so desperately needed to keep you in my life in any way I could get you was solely because of some invisible thread stretching between us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have continuously fucked up so royally."

I can't help the wry smile I feel twisting my lips.

"If it were only fate keeping us together, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have hid the truth from you for so long, either. Lex, it doesn't matter what Jor-El says, I love you, bond or no bond."

I feel a blush heating my cheeks as Lex pulls me into a deeper kiss, aware that the A.I. is still active even in its silence. I know it's just a bit of programming or whatever, but it's still creepy to think of it witnessing something so intimate. That doesn't keep my hands from gripping Lex closer as his tongue slides over mine. I do manage to bite back the groan.

"I love you too, Clark. I just need some time for adjustment, I guess." Lex pulled back from the tight embrace I have on him, looking around the room more fully now. "So, what other information do I need to know?"

"I will inform you both on the full scope of your bond once it has settled further. But, if you will allow it, Luthor, I can import all necessary information regarding our race, same as I have with Kal-El. It will better help you to keep my son safe."

I nod encouragingly when he glances back at me. It would definitely save a lot of time if I didn't have to explain everything about the different types of Kryptonite and all my powers.

The scanning light shines over Lex again, and I rush forward to catch him as his legs buckle under the onslaught of information being transferred into his mind.

******

@leatafandom

#clex #lime #smallville fic #clex fic

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youremyheaven · 2 months

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HEYYYY [insert whatever pet name u like] it's ur venus stellium anon from last month.. do u remember me? sorry life happened 🤩 n i've been pretty low energy so i didn't get around to bothering u. I've been looking at yt vids of some of my chart placements lately and i've discovered something funny (along with other developments like me. I've been looking at ur blog the past one or two days a little and I obvs haven't made my way through the whole "backlog" but some silly thoughts:

I didn't know u were bi! For some reason I felt a little awkward talking about this because I didn't want to be That Person lol (aka everyone was talking about guys and I didn't wanna weird anyone out 😔) but my exes were women 😂 supposedly I gave them daddy energy lmfao I hate it because I wanted that from someone. I talked about them a bit vaguely but it might've sounded worse under the assumption of it being a man. (Unless I didn't say much and just forgot)

I've been reading celebrity gossip and only now realised how people - even the most successful - can have it so truly bad when it comes to romance and idk it made me a little apathetic and allergic to it. Not in a "im swearing off of it" way but in a "im no longer going to expect it in my life. If I get surprised, yay for me. Otherwise eh." (my mind's at a weird place though so it'll probably change when other things calm down, don't worry about me 🫶 this is all about the hypothetical future anyway because I'm not looking for a relationship rn)

Sorry u got hate about ur blog. I can understand anon got upset but the unkind language was uncalled for.

I came across the ask about nodes conjuncting big 3 and one of mine does; i can assure u (and the hate anon) that yes, this particular example (me) DOES happen to be cray cray 😭

This is related to the yt vids and point 2: My charts basically say I'll have an okay enough career, but the romance department would be dodgy because I will never be satisfied by anything anyone does for me (to put it shortly) 😂😂 that had me a little shocked at first but then I was like u know what we kinda knew this.. let's just focus on that career instead LMFAO

HARD AGREE WITH U ON THE FLIRTING IN NON-ENGLISH. I gotta be honest I cringe if I hear flirting in anything other than English (I've only ever been exposed to it in that language) but I read a fic (english) once where this man called his lover "meri jaan" and it had me in a DAZE FOR DAYS (excuse the lame pun pls) SO YES I AGREE W U. I've been collecting other little terms (just 1 so far) that I've seen people around me using affectionately and they're sooo sweet.

I HOPE U'VE BEEN WELLLLLL. I'm away from tumblr lately so I probably won't be able to send u asks in the near future but I hope u stay safe and take care of urself 💖💖 BYEEEEE

HEYYY bbg 🥺

I thought this was going to be astrology related but you're just checking in on me 😭😭😭😭and I feel so touched 🥺🥺🥺

1. About being bisexual

I feel like there are definitely different dynamics at play bc I do attract more butch leaning women who want to be my daddy 🫣🙈 but whenever it's a femme x femme dynamic, I always feel like I become the more dominant one and I do kinda hate it 😭😭

It just wears me out to be the giver tbh 🙃 especially because I already assume that role in so many other areas in my life, I just want to sit back and be babygirled 😭😭 this is why despite being attracted to women , relationships with women don't really work out for me 😭😭

it's all a matter of luck when it comes to love and relationships and sometimes things find us unexpectedly.

what I've learnt from some of my recent experiences is that someone can do all the right things, give you princess treatment and all that yet not make you feel anything 😭 so to be physically attracted to someone, emotionally in- sync with them, AND have a healthy relationship,, it's all down to luck 😭

2. not u calling yourself cray cray 😭😭

majority of people in this world are not living happy lives, be it with regard to love, career or family. To even have one of these things going well is a huge blessing ✨and while it's possible to have all of them, it's okay to not beat yourself up for achieving all 3 in one go.

One of my dad's childhood friends, remained unmarried into her late 40s. This is veryyyy unusual in India and she's not from a bougie artsy family where such things are chill or anything either. She, however, had a brilliant career and is a civil servant and rn she's in a veryyy high ranking position because she's worked her way up. Everybody around her pitied her (for being single and childless) but she was just out there making $$$ by the time she hit her late 40s people stopped pestering her because by that point, it's kinda "too late" to settle down. BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED??? she met a reallyyyyy cute Swiss-German man who was visiting our state/city and she happened to be the one showing him around?? (someone linked them up basically) and that wonderful meet-cute led them to marriage in like 2 months lol ,,, this lady who had been single for 47+ years found the right guy and married him in less than 2 months???? Isn't that sooooo romantic??? It's all about timing 💛💛 and now they've been together for a decade and spend most of their year travelling the world ✨and are very much in love

So different eras of our life will have us focusing on different things. Rn it's probably best to make that $$$ and focus on yourself. Love will find you when it needs to 💛✨💛

3. About flirting in non-English

JAJAJSJ yess I used to cringe 😬 hearing Desi flirting across languages 😭but now I feel like I've finally decolonised my mind to find it cute 😭

My ex was Tamil and he used to call me "bomma" which means "doll" in Tamil ,, I had a flop talking stage with another Tamil guy who used to call me "Kitty kutty" ("little kitty") and idk if it's a Tamil guy thing but they go hardddd with their affection through terms of endearment

Flirting in Hindi is always fun bc it's all "aapka this, aapka that" (using honorifics) and respect turns me on i guess lmao 🤭🥵 Idk if this is just a Desi thing but yk how men start calling you madam and ma'am 😌yeah I live for that shit 🤭🤭 they'll be like "madam is still getting ready" and I'll be like 😍yes the hell I am 😍😜

4. Thank you so much for checking in with me angel 🥺🥺 I appreciate it and you soooo much 💛💛💛 you're the sweetest

I'll take care of myself 😜 😌and I hope you do as well!!! 💛💛 May the rest of July be wonderful for you ✨

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Greetings Siblings of the church!! It is Cardinal Dante. Papa Terzo told on me to Papa Copia, and now I am being punished!!! I can't even believe it!! I thought Papa Terzo would keep my secret, but no!!

Papa Copia is making me take the next few days off, and Swiss has now become my permanent guard since we got along so well. Hes a very nice ghoul, which I am very suprised about! Usually I run into that ghoul Dewdrop Sodo, and he does NOT like me. Mr. Saltarian came up to me while I was moping at the breakfast table, and after pulling me away from breakfast- and yelling at Swiss to stay- he asked me several.... Confusing questions. One of them was about my mother, which I do admit I yelled at him for. I don't know my mother, I was raised partially in the Christan Church and became a priest there at a young age. They told me I was an orphan, and that my mother left me on the doorsteps. She must have been struggling to just leave me.

He also asked my opinions on the Papa's, which, was also a little weird?? I told him that I accepted the Papa's, and that they were good people. Mr. Saltarian looked a little annoyed at that, and asked if I could become like Papa, would I. I told him the truth and said yes. He looked... Not suprised and nodded, and asked if I could help him with something. I told him he'd have to wait and he told me a date two weeks from now. January 17th, 2024. I don't know what he wants from me, as he ran off as soon as Papa Copia became walking over. Honestly, he's starting to worry me.

Other than that, Papa Copia scolded both me and Swiss afterwards and wouldn't hear a word about Saltarian. Swiss for leaving me alone, and Me for running off from Swiss. After that, we both got punishment to help the tall ghoul(Sorry, Swiss has informed me his name is 'Mountain') and Papa Primo in the greenhouse. I didn't mind though, Papa Primo tells the best stories, and Mountain is very quiet and doesn't mess with me. Swiss bit him though, and Mountain punched him. I think the poor ghoul is out for right now, he's been on his knees clutching his stomach for almost fourty minutes now.

I told Papa Primo about Saltarian and everything that happened, and Papa Primo told me to keep it to myself, and that Saltarian is just a little weird. It still scares me- but if Papa Primo says nothing is wrong, then I guess nothings wrong. Since I was by Papa Primo, Swiss and Mountain dissapeared on us. Papa Primo said they probably went by the ghoul den, and when I told him of my punishment, he just laugh and told me I could stay with him until Swiss came back, or he could take me to the ghoul den. However, I only trust Phil(who I really need to check up on), Swiss, and I guess Mountain as well.

It sounds odd that I only trust so few ghouls even though I have this blog and have said I'll talk with the other ghouls and Papa's, but to be honest with you all, the other ghouls arnt exactly very... Friendly. I'm suprised Swiss is super friendly, expecially since I've heard... Things... From other Siblings. I've SEEN things on the other siblings. One of the siblings couldn't walk for a week after having a run in with some of the ghouls, while another had bruises and bite marks all over his body.

I decided to stay with Primo, and honestly, I really like hanging around him. He's like an old grandpa! He talks alot about flowers and flower languages, but I'm fine with him doing so. Maybe if I get good at them I can ask Jacob out I can give the flowers to some of the siblings they've helped raised me while I'm here. I wonder if he could teach me anything else while I'm here- I heard Papa Primo and Secundo were good at getting dates when they were younger. I'd ask Papa Terzo, but Whenever I try I get all flustered and embarrassed and end up running away. Maybe it'll be easier asking Papa Primo?

Also, I hope Swiss comes back soon. The Papa's dont eat when the others eat, for some reason, so Papa Primo isn't hungry, and Lunch is almost here and I am hungry. Swiss, save me!!

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #send asks #roleplay

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maddy-ferguson · 1 year

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tbh the whole mike hate is kinda getting annoying. and it's kinda also very... bad? because in the next season, he's going to be hated more. especially when Byler becomes canon, you can expect many fans to turn on him when that happens. because how many ppl like mike as a character now anyways? most GA dislikes him, there's some mlbns who like him but those mlvns will turn on him once byler becomes canon. so i just think bylers hating on mike this much is kinda weird. and i am worried because once s5 rolls and ppl just start hating on him more just because things did not exactly turn out to be the way they wished....? it will be bad lmao

i really think that mike's popularity is at its worst right now even with mlvns turning on him (it's not like they're particularly influential) i don't see it being worse for him. like yeah people are gonna be mad, which is terrible but like...inevitable? i do think homophobes will hate him for well being gay but also for dating a girl and they'll think he led her on and was an awful person for that no matter how the breakup goes blah blah blah but idk. maybe i'm being overly optimistic but i don't think the average non-homophobic person will hate him. the ones that like don't care that much will probably be like oh that's why he was acting like that he was just going through something. maybe some of them will still be like will deserves better but if they really think that after processing what mike went through dealing with his own sexuality then they're just not smart and obviously people who will hate him for being gay aren't smart either but idk... i feel like if they understand him and what he's gone through more they'll inevitably warm up to him. not everyone of course but yk. he'll get more hate than will did because will is like...well he never dated the show's star character and he didn't have a superhero girlfriend for years and even if people didn't want to see it gayness has been in the will byers semantic field from the very beginning.

bylers who hate on mike are boring it's literally june again (you sent this in may i'm very sorry...) let's do something else let's find something new let's move on.

it will be bad but i also don't think it'll be THAT bad. but it probably will be bad. but also not. it'll be fine. probably. but people will hate him.

#because will doesn't get THAT much hate it's literally just twitter mlvns. and twitter mlvns adjacents. the average st viewer likes him #or is just not actively hating on him for being gay they're like...steve fans or whatever #ask

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taegularities · 2 years

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Hello, lovely Rid 💕💕

I'm sorry in advance for being a little negative but I have the urge to vent a little and since you make me feel so comfortable and understood, I'm coming to you 😔😔😔

You know that feeling when you have so many things that you want to do that you just end up doing nothing? Well that's basically how I've been feeling this whole time while I was on my two week break from uni. And what makes it worse is that all of those things I wanted to do were things I do for fun and not ones I have to. I've just kind of been really overwhelmed with the amount of content coming out from various places (including bts) and that's made me feel a little burnt out I think? I also used to read books and watch movies so much more often than I have been recently. And there are so many lovely fics that I've wanted to check out but I just haven't had the motivation to do any of that 😔😔😔 And I know that now that I've started school again it will get worse before it gets better until I set up a new routine with my new schedule. It feels a little silly to be complaining about something like this but it's something that's been making me sad for a while now and today it hit especially hard for some reason (probably because I'm getting my period 🙄🙄🙄)

I never make myself do things that I don't really want to do, so I guess I'll just take it easy like I've been doing until the motivation comes again. Maybe now that I'll be busier with uni, it will make me want to do my hobbies more in my free time 🤔🤔🤔

Anyway, Rid, thank you so much for listening and creating a space in which I feel so safe and comforted. I really appreciate it, especially in times like these 💞💞💞

How are you doing, lovely?

dearest ivi <3 you radiate nothing but positivity around here, so it's okay to feel down sometimes. don't apologise for it, okay? 💕

i don't think any of what you said is silly, quite honestly. i absolutely know where you're coming from, and i think it's not unusual! after graduation, i felt really good bc i thought i could indulge in hobbies a little more. i drew, painted and wrote again after months, but even all that became draining after a while.

since you finished exams and an entire semester, maybe what your body needs is absolute rest. and with that i mean stuff that you absolutely do not need your brain for. when we watch movies or read books and fics, we're still focusing, right? maybe you could try going for a long walk, or get lunch/dinner with friends, or make a long playlist and listen to it?

and yes, i'm happy you added the last bit bc definitely, definitely do not force yourself to do anything you don't feel like doing! like, even if it's a hobby you love, when your body says no, that's okay. sometimes we just don't have the energy to do stuff, you know? i'm sure you'll adjust to your schedule, and once you have, take your time for hobbies whenever you feel the urge to (you're right, sometimes we crave free time more when we don't have it lol so it'll be okay!). if you ever feel like you can't, just take a rest (that includes my fics btw !! i know i tag you, but it's okay to take your time <3).

don't worry, yes? we go through weird funks sometimes that we can't quite figure out, but i promise it gets better. and if it doesn't, you can vent anytime, bc i know even getting it off your chest helps a lot. i'll be here anytime, and i actually feel very very flattered that you consider me a safe and comforting place/person 🥺 sending love and hugs, always 🫂🤍

i'm okayish, love! i'm feeling unproductive and overwhelmed at once – idk what that strange mood is, but my mind's been very foggy these days, and i've not been sleeping well. but hey, as i said – we'll get out of this !! 💕

#love you <3 #notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3 #long ask

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harmonyckrs · 4 months

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Act 3, Scene 3 of Twisted Veronaville: Two New Members of the Family

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Ripp: So, yeah...that was everything I saw.

Sita: Hm. That's really concerning...that means solving the conflict between the teens wasn't the problem. I guess there really is no hope...

Viola: No, you're wrong. We have to go to the source.

Ripp: What do you mean?

Viola: Well, in the book, after Mercutio and Tybalt die, Consort declares war on the Montys...

Ripp: Which means we have to go after the men who started the feud...Patrizio and Consort.

Viola: Exactly! As long as they're still alive, there's going to be problems. We have to attack the conflict at its core.

Ripp: Thanks, Viola...but how do you know this?

Sita: Yeah, you're-

Aktu: SITA! TAKE A-AAAH!

Sita: Okay, phew, it's just aliens. Hopefully they're not as rough on him as last time.

Ripp: Is he going to be okay?

Sita: Well, it's not his first time. The only issue is that we'll need to make room for a baby, but we can use the baby to barter for Tank. Would that be okay with you?

Ripp: I mean, I don't really want to be under the same roof as that guy again. I'd rather have the baby.

Sita: That bad, huh? Well, then we don't need to worry about it.

*ZOOM*

Aktu: Holy Watcher...I can't believe I met them again...I feel really ill, though...

Sita: Congrats on the pregnancy, I guess. What are you going to name it?

Aktu: I'm not pregnant...I think it's just nausea from being abducted. It's worse than I remember, but I'm just going to sleep it off. You two should sleep too...it's late. And Viola, you should probably go home.

Viola: Alright.

Aktu: Goodnight, you three.

Ripp: ...How long do you think it'll take him to find out?

Sita: I'll just take him to the doctor tomorrow, but honestly I am a bit curious if he'll realize it at all...

Zoya: You saw that, right?

Tank: The UFO?

Zoya: Yeah. I believe it's a sign of Aktu-

Crystal: No, it's not. You can't just call everything a sign of Aktu! And come here! Hamza and I want to show you something.

Zoya: (What could possible be more important than this?) Fine! I'm coming!

Zoya: Crystal, what...where did you get those?

Crystal: Hamza and I decided to have a baby to celebrate our fake wedding! Meet Zagreus and Melinoe!

Zoya: (They named their children after Greek gods? Interesting...)

Tank: Those are weird names. You should've named them, like...Scout or Nuke or something.

Zoya: (I hope he never has children.)

As the two groups of Terrestrials prepared for the two new members in their respective families, Tybalt was having a discussion with Oberon.

Oberon: You want a potion that'll help you fake your death?...is there a reason?

Tybalt: Just wanted to experiment with something.

Oberon: I see...well, there's this special potion that we have that we're meant to save only for the most dire of situations. It's when if continuing to live the life you have is too much to bear.

Tybalt: Yeah, that sounds about right.

Oberon: Here, a vial. It should last for about three hours. It's just enough time for your family to see your body and send it to the Veronaville crypt...

Tybalt: Thank you, Oberon.

Oberon: You know, if this is about Mercutio and that arranged marriage that Consort told me about...this normally isn't something we're allowed to do, but I can marry the two of you once you both turn eighteen before he does.

Tybalt: (We can do that before we leave!) Yeah! That sounds good, Oberon. Thanks again!

Oberon: (I need to tell Titania about this.) Of course. Always happy to help...and make sure to send a letter to Mercutio, to let him know.

Mercutio: I can't believe you!

Romeo: Oh, I'm sorry! You're making out with the guy that was literally beating us up days prior! You think I wouldn't tell Nonno about it?

Mercutio: I didn't tell them about Juliette!

Romeo: That's different! Juliette's a girl, and I'm a boy! And Juliette isn't the guy running around beating people up! I'm just trying to protect you!

Mercutio: From what, love and affection? I finally find someone that I can be with and actually wants to be with me, and you just had to...ugh! This is ridiculous. And now I'm fucking grounded because of you! I didn't expect YOU of all people to be homophobic!

Romeo: It's not homophobic! I'd be fine if it was ANYONE ELSE!..you know what? Go cry in your room. I'm going to go check the mail.

Romeo: Hm...bills, more bills, and...what's this?

Romeo: Oh, it's for Mercutio...from Tybalt.

Romeo: I'm just going to throw this in the trash. It's probably nothing important...just some cringy love letter or something like that.

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#ts2 #veronaville #sims 2 gameplay

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lcvernat · 2 years

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That Stupid Red String Part 2 | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Part 1 | Part 3

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is your soulmate. Although you've both agreed to take it slow and not rush into anything, even though you find yourself falling deeper in love with her as time goes on. In other words, the journey of Nat and R's relationship.

Word Count: 4.3k

Content Warnings: soulmate au, gn!reader, strong language, tooth-rotting fluff, a tiny pinch of angst for some flavor, original female characters, mention of injuries/knife wound

A/N: part 2 is ready and at your service. this honestly went a different direction than i was intending, and i honestly planned on this being really cute and fluffy but then the music i was listening to turned sad so a tiny bit of angst happened. don't worry, it's the tiniest bit and the majority is tooth-rotting fluff like actually would give you cavities type of fluff but i hope you enjoy either way!

"Shut. The. Front. Door. You're serious? Like completely serious? You're not joking with me right now are you?"

"No, I'm not joking. Why would I joke about something like this? I'm being serious."

You wince as Kya's exhilarated scream rang through the phone. She has really got to stop doing that. "Please stop screaming in my ear."

"Yeah, okay, sorry," she says, "but oh my days. Natasha Romanoff is your soulmate. I can't believe this. I was right? Natasha Romanoff is your soulmate! Did you know that Natasha Romanoff is your soulmate?"

You feign a gasp, "No way, seriously?" You had stepped outside to call Kya after breaking the news to Natasha, knowing your best friend would likely want to murder you if she found out before you had told her yourself. Plus, if you were being totally honest, you really didn't know how to talk to Natasha now and you desperately needed some best-friend-who-has-already-found-her-soulmate advice right now. What were you meant to say to someone that you knew was your soulmate? 'Hey, soulmate, so... do we kiss now? Or?' just sounded wrong.

"Okay, but seriously, I need your advice."

"Hit me bestie, I am right here."

"What do I do now? I mean, we agreed to take it slow but... what do I say? Can you really do small talk with someone you know is your soulmate?"

Kya hummed in understanding, "Well, whenever I met Jamie, we just went out to a restaurant first and just acted like it was a regular first date. Yeah, it's kind of weird when you know in the back of your mind that this person is who you're meant to be with, but we tried not to talk about it. We just wanted to see if we actually connected, and thankfully we did. So I'd suggest just act like she's another Tinder match and you're trying to determine whether or not you click or not."

You nodded, even though she couldn't see you, "That's a good idea, kind of. Excluding the fact she's currently in a hospital bed and we can't go out for dinner."

"Stop overthinking everything, Y/N, God. It'll be fine, trust. I really got to go now though, my patient is really going to be wondering where his-" she cut off, as if she was reading something, "low fat chocolate milk is. I'll talk to you later though! Don't stress!"

You murmured a quick goodbye before she hung up. Kya was right, you just had to stop overthinking this. It'll be fine. Probably. Most likely. Hopefully. You took a deep breath before reentering the MedBay, to find Natasha already staring at you.

"Did you tell Kya?"

You startled, "How did you know?"

"You could hear her scream from a mile away."

You nodded, "Um, did you hear anything else?"

She shook her head, even though there was a knowing glint in her eye, "Nope." At least she was nice enough to save you from dying of embarrassment.

Jarvis had indeed informed Steve when Natasha had woke, and he arrived a couple hours later. It was 9am, and you were on your 6th cup of coffee when he had arrived.

"How is she?" He asked you first upon entering.

"Fine, if we're excluding the fact that she's more peeved about having to stay in here than being stabbed in the stomach."

He shook his head in amusement, "That's Natasha for you."

"You know I can hear you guys!" She shouted over at you both before Steve walked up to her, you trailing behind slightly.

"How you feeling Romanoff?"

"Horrible, actually. I have nothing to do. Wanda came over earlier to give me a change of clothes," she gestured to her pyjamas, which Wanda had helped her change into so she wouldn't rip her stitches, "but I'm so bored. I'm going to have a new scar to add to the collection though." She lifted up her pyjama shirt to reveal the wound.

"Bye bye bikinis," Steve smirked at her. Natasha's lips lifted in a half smile, a knowing glance being shared between the two of them. Definitely an inside joke you did not understand.

"Yeah, I bet I look terrible in them," Natasha responded, her tone soft.

"Okay, well, I need to go do the latest mission report. Clint told me to tell you that Laura and the kids would be around some day this week to 'check on their Auntie Nat'."

Natasha groaned, her head falling back onto the pillow, "Can I please do the report? I have quite literally nothing to do."

Steve looked as if she had said something incredibly offensive to him, "No. I am not going to ask someone who was stabbed not even 24 hours ago to do a literal mission report on said mission which she got stabbed on. Read a book or something."

"I have no books."

"I have," you piped up, the first time you had spoke during the entire interaction, "books, I mean. Most of them are at home, obviously, but I always carry one in my bag in case I'm bored in public. Have you ever read Pride and Prejudice?"

Natasha shook her head.

"Perfect, you can read that then. Because it's relaxing, and you need to rest and relax. Which does not include work, by the way." You turned around, walking over to your bag to grab it, missing the knowing glance that Steve sent Natasha's way.

You came back and handed it to her. She accepted it delicately, as if afraid the pages would rip when she touched it. "Thank you," she murmured quietly, a fleeting expression crossing her face - gone before you could figure out what it meant.

"Alright," Steve broke the silence that had encompassed the room, "really gotta get going. Bye, Nat. We all miss you beating our asses in training!" He winked playfully before exiting, leaving you and Natasha alone. Natasha didn't speak, and neither did you. She was still staring at the book you had handed her, looking as if she had never saw a book before in her life and didn't exactly know how to use it.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized it was your lunch break. "Oh, it's my lunch break. I'll call in Dr. Cho so if you need anything, just ask her, okay?"

She merely nodded, and you left silently. You wanted to know why she was so affected by you simply handing her a book, but you didn't want to ask her. You didn't think it fell under the 'taking it slow' category. You knew little about Natasha other than the fact that she's an Avenger, but you didn't want to push her to tell you everything about herself. She can do it in her own time.

Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied with your thoughts, you would've realized that you were about to collide with someone. Unfortunately, you didn't notice until it happened. "Oh!" You yelled in surprise, staggering back only to find Wanda staring at you with an amused expression.

"We really have to stop meeting this way."

"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going-"

"It's fine, Y/N. Don't apologize. By any chance, are you on your lunch break?"

The random question caught you off guard, "Uh, yes?"

"Perfect!" She smiled enthusiastically before grabbing your hand and pulling you along, "I made a lot of chicken paprikash, a bit too much if I'm being honest. Have you ever had it before?"

"No."

She gasped, "You are missing out. You're going to absolutely love it."

You arrived at the kitchen, and looked around you, uncertain, "Am I meant to be in here? Considering I'm only a doctor and not an... Avenger."

"Don't be silly," Wanda dismissed your concerns, "'course you're allowed in here. Plus you're with me, so it'll be fine. Here." She slid a plate of chicken paprikash over the kitchen island, and you sat down on one of the stools.

"I don't have a knife or fork."

"Oh right, yeah," she said before doing something that nearly made you fall off the stool. She hadn't even moved towards any of the cabinets, but instead had flicked her hand and one of them opened, a knife and fork floating towards you, being carried by some red wiggly woos.

"What the fuck?" Was all you could say. The knife and fork were placed down perfectly next to your plate.

"It's my powers," Wanda explained, "one of my many skills."

You nodded, even though that did not make sense in the slightest and you were still shocked by what you had just saw. But Wanda was staring at you, eagerly awaiting your opinion on the dish, so you had picked up the magic fork and took a bite.

"Oh my God," you say through a mouthful of food, your hand covering your mouth, "that is fucking delicious."

Wanda beamed at you, "I knew you'd love it."

You swallowed, fork halfway up to your mouth for another bite, before Wanda's next words made it drop out of your hand, clattering onto the plate. "So, Natasha's your soulmate, huh?"

"How did you know that?"

"I can also mind read."

That totally wasn't unsettling at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to unsettle you. I normally don't read people's minds, but your thoughts are kind of screaming at me right now. It's like a mini battle going on in your head. I couldn't resist."

You simply nodded, clearing your throat awkwardly, "Um, yeah, she is my soulmate."

Wanda hummed, "Why don't you look happy about that?"

Your head snapped up, eyes widening in shock, "What? I am happy. Ecstatic, even. I think anyone would be thrilled to find that your soulmate is none other than Natasha Romanoff. It's just-" you sighed, "I don't know. Awkward, kind of? We agreed to take it slow but, I just don't know how to really talk to her. At all."

Wanda hummed, "Natasha is..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words, "a complicated person, to put it simply. I'm not going to say much, since it's not my place. But, she's been through a lot. More than anyone deserves to go through. Truthfully, all the Avengers have been through a lot," something pained flashed across her eyes before she blinked and it was gone, "so just, give her time. Space, if she asks. She's a wonderful person, you just have to tread gently with her before she learns to trust you. If it seems like she's pushing you away, she isn't doing it to be a bitch. That's all I can really say, I think, it's Nat's place to tell you more when she's ready."

You nodded, thanking Wanda for her advice. Which was, admittedly, extremely helpful. You ate the rest of your food in silence, before thanking her one last time and heading back in the direction of the MedBay.

Clint's family had arrived a couple days later, 3 days into Natasha's 7 day stay in the MedBay. She was not particularly happy that it had only been 3 days, but her expression instantly brightened when Clint's kids had come running in, followed by who you suspected was Laura and clearly, Clint.

"Auntie Nat!" The little girl squealed, "We would've come sooner but mommy and daddy were busy."

"Don't worry, Lila, I'm glad you're here now." Natasha smiled at the girl. The girl, Lila, had begun to attempt to climb up onto the bed before Laura stopped her,

"No, Lila. Auntie Nat does not need you jumping all over her stomach."

Lila pouted, crossing her arms and stomping her foot as Natasha shook her head in amusement.

Clint looked over at you, and then back to Natasha, "So, soulmates, huh?"

You hadn't expected the topic to be brought up so quickly, if at all. You and Natasha had been skirting around that topic, instead talking and acting as if you were merely friends. She had nearly finished Pride and Prejudice, so you had long conversations over that, and also just the general getting to know each other questions: 'What's your favorite color? Food?', 'When's your birthday?', 'Your favorite song?'. 'Black', 'peanut butter sandwiches', '3rd December' and 'don't have one' had been her answers. You had to admit, it was nice just getting to know each other and not rushing into anything too quickly. Even though you found your eyes straying to her lips a little bit too much.

"Yes," Natasha merely shrugged, as if it was no big deal.

"What's a soulmate?" Lila asked, looking around at everyone in confusion.

"You'll find out when you're older, sweetheart," Laura responded.

The footsteps and noises outside of the MedBay, grabbed everyone's attention before the door swung open and in flew Lillian, Kya trailing behind her with a box of donuts in hand. Oh, you had completely forgotten that Kya had told you she was bringing Lillian around after her shift.

Lillian ran straight up to Natasha, "Black Widow! Are you okay? I heard you got hurt fighting the bad guys! But don't worry, I brought something to cheer you up!" She laid it on the bed, and you walked over to see what it was. It was a blanket, with Natasha's face on it. You snorted.

Natasha looked as if she was trying really hard not to laugh, and she was clearly fighting a losing battle, "Don't worry, Lillian, I am fine. This one," she pointed at you, "is just being annoying and has said I need to be in here for a week."

You looked at her in exasperation, "Hey! I am doing my job!"

"Anyway," Kya chimed in, "I didn't realize you had the whole cavalry here," she said, smiling at the Barton family, "but I brought donuts. Who wants some?"

Once everyone had got a donut (everyone had insisted Natasha take two to speed along recovery which had been 100% backed up by science), Kya whispered to you, "I was originally coming here to ask you whether you'd want to go on a double date with me and Jamie once Natasha's healed. It was his idea. But I think it'd be kind of awkward to ask when Clint's family is around."

You nodded, turning to her, "I'll ask Nat later."

Kya wiggled her eyebrows at you, "So you're on nickname terms now, huh?"

You whacked her on the arm, "Shut up."

"What are you two being so sneaky about?" Clint spoke up, and you turned to him.

"I could say the same for you, Barton. Don't think we haven't noticed all those weird best friend only glances you and Natasha are having over there." You countered, smirking at him.

He nodded, "Fair point," then he turned to Natasha, leaning in to act as if he was whispering even though everyone could hear him, "I like them."

Natasha rolled her eyes, and everyone returned to their own conversations, and if you hadn't been paying attention to her you would've missed it, but you didn't and heard her say, "Me too." You turned away, a smile making it's way onto your face even though you tried to stop it.

2 weeks, a set of stitches removed, and a happy to be away from the MedBay Natasha later, and you both were getting ready for the double date that Kya had suggested. Surprisingly, Natasha had accepted the idea. You had expected her to be totally against it, you didn't really think it was something she'd be interested in, but she continued to surprise you every day. Neither of you acknowledged the fact that technically, this was your first actual date actually going out somewhere.

You had a couple of movie nights together, but it was only really as 'friends' and you had never dared to do anything more. You had kept Wanda's advice, and didn't want to rush Natasha into anything she didn't want to do. She hadn't made a move, and neither had you. Even though every time you were near her, the unspoken word 'soulmate' always hung in the air. It was the elephant in the room that you both chose to ignore. But a part of you couldn't help but question why? Why hadn't she made a move? Did she not like you? Did she only like you as a friend? Two sides of your brain were in a constant war with each other, one side demanding you ask her what kind of tightrope you both are walking on and the other side telling you to not question it and to just be satisfied with whatever you had going on right now.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on your apartment door. You checked yourself over in the mirror one last time, fixing your outfit before you took a deep breath and made your way over to the door. You opened it and were greeted by the sight of Natasha, in a knee-length red dress. She had clearly curled her hair, the auburn waves framing her face perfectly. She was undoubtedly the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," you replied.

"You look nice."

"Thanks, so do you."

"Should we go?" She asked, stepping back to allow you to leave.

"Yeah, let me just grab my keys and wallet." You walked back in, grabbing said items from your kitchen counter before leaving and closing the door behind you.

The walk to Natasha's car, and the entire car ride, was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, per say, you would probably describe it as peaceful. But there was that annoying voice at the back of your head telling you to ask her why you both were ignoring the whole soulmate thing. You didn't though, and you soon pulled up at the restaurant.

Kya and Jamie were waiting for you outside the entrance. "Hey!" Kya called over to you when she spotted you both.

"Hi," you smiled at her before turning to Jamie, "hey, Jamie. How have you been?"

"Hey, Y/N. I've been good, glad to see you've finally found your soulmate," he smiled before turning to Natasha, "it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," Natasha smiled, but it was tight.

Kya coughed, "Alright, should we go in? The reservation is for 8 and it's 7:58."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go in," you followed Kya and Jamie into the restaurant.

Once you four had been seated, Jamie turned to Natasha, "So, you really gave Y/N a hard time before they found you."

Natasha laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, um, did you feel like... every pain I've felt?" She directed the question at you.

"Well, yeah, that's the way it works. Only physical pain though, if that's what you're asking." You answered.

She nodded, her gaze focusing on the menu in front of her, "Sorry, for all of that pain."

"Don't worry about it, nothing you could've done, being an Avenger and all."

"She wasn't an Avenger all her life though, so what was she doing before?" Jamie questioned, clearly ignoring the glare Kya sent his way and the nudge she gave his ribcage.

"I don't want to talk about that." Natasha's reply was short and clipped, leaving no room for continuing.

Sensing the overwhelmingly awkward tension at the table, Kya changed the topic, "Anyway! What are you guys thinking of ordering? I might get the sirloin steak."

"Oh, yeah, me too," Jamie said, before starting up another random conversation with Kya about one of their many soulmate things.

You turned to Natasha, "You alright?"

She nodded, but avoided looking at you.

"Hey," you say softly, cautiously placing your hand on top of hers. You felt her stiffen under your touch, "what's wrong? You can talk to me."

She swallowed, "I'm fine."

She clearly was not fine, because this was not the Natasha you knew. She seemed smaller, more fragile. As if she wasn't quite here, as if mentally she were somewhere else.

"Are you sure?" You questioned again.

She pulled her hand away, "I said I'm fine." She stood up abruptly, grabbing the attention of Kya and Jamie, "I need some fresh air." She walked away before you could stop her.

"Nat! Natasha!" You called after her, standing up too, "I'm so sorry, but I need to-"

Kya cut you off, "It's fine, Y/N. Go."

You nodded in thanks before rushing off after Natasha. You exited the restaurant, and it had somehow started pouring it down while you were inside. You had the odd sense that you were trapped in some dramatic romance movie, the rain soaking your clothes as you run towards your soulmate. You spot her making her way towards the carpark and you ran after her, grabbing her wrist, "Nat! Wa-"

She whirled around, "What?"

"What's wrong?" You ask, out of breath.

"Nothing." She yanked her wrist away from your grip, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to protect herself from whatever she was feeling.

"Nat, please, you can talk to me. I'm your soulmate."

"That's the problem, Y/N."

"What?"

She groaned in exasperation, annoyed at herself and everything, "You deserve someone better. I can't be your soulmate, Y/N, I'm sorry, but I can't. You don't deserve someone who made you go through years and years of constant agony, you deserve better than that. I'm not cut out for this life. I can't be this cute, happy, soulmate couple. I have a lot of enemies, people who would want to hurt you just because you love me. And I can't have that. I can't be like them. I can't."

You knew she was referring to Kya and Jamie.

You sighed, taking a cautious step closer to her, "Nat," you took another step closer when she didn't move away, "do you think I really care about the pain? Yeah, I'll admit it kind of sucked. But it wasn't your fault, I doubt you intended to get yourself shot or stabbed or punched just so I could be in pain. I don't know what happened in your past, and you don't need to tell me until you feel comfortable, but I really don't care, Nat. I also could give less than two fucks about these so-called enemies, because I have an amazingly cool and badass Avenger as a soulmate to protect me-"

She laughed slightly at that, and you smiled, glad that you got her to laugh even just a bit, "but Nat, I love you. A lot. Even if we weren't soulmates, I would still love you. I am completely, irrevocably in love with you, Natasha. We can still take this slow, but I just needed you to know that. I want this."

She stared at you, mouth parting slightly in shock. You were very much aware that it was still raining, and your clothes were soaked through, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you leaned in slowly. She didn't stop you, so you leaned in until your lips connected. The kiss was slow, giving her ample time to pull away. She didn't, instead wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling you in closer. You wrapped your arms around her waist, deepening the kiss - trying to convey all of your love for her through a single kiss.

You pulled away eventually, resting your forehead against hers. "How about we go back to mine and get changed, watch a movie?" You suggested. She nodded and you pulled away, kissing the tip of her nose before you linked her hand with yours and walked towards her car.

You both got into her car, absolutely soaked to the bone. Grabbing your phone out of your bag, you quickly texted Kya that you both would be cancelling the double date and maybe you could possibly reschedule for some other time. She responded a minute later: 'that's okay, hope nat's okay. have fun you two'.

You woke up the next morning, Natasha's limbs entangled with yours on your bed. She hadn't planned on staying the night, but it was 2am by the time you two had finished your movie night and you would not let her go outside that late, even though you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself. You had originally slept facing away from each other, but it was only inevitable that you would wake up cuddling.

You woke up first, the early morning light streaming through the curtains as you gazed down at Natasha. The sunlight shone on her face, her eyelashes fluttering as she unconsciously squeezed her eyes shut further against the light. She looked so peaceful sleeping, whatever demons that haunted her mind leaving her alone for just a bit. Truthfully, you'd fist fight her demons yourself if you could. Because how dare they hurt your Natasha?

You placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and she groaned, annoyed at being disturbed. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking, trying to remember where she was and why she was here. When her mind had registered that she was okay and safe, she turned to find you staring at her.

She cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

"Nothing. You're just really beautiful."

She blushed, "Stop joking."

"I'm being serious. You're gorgeous."

She turned her head, hiding her face in the pillow to hide the red inevitably flushing her cheeks.

"Awwww, is Natty blushing?"

"Oh, be quiet," she grabbed her pillow and whacked you with it.

You gasped in shock before grabbing your own and whacking her back. Soon, you both were in a full blown pillow fight, like two little kids. Though, you were careful not to hit her stomach. Even though you were pretty sure a pillow fight in bed didn't count as 'strenuous activity', you didn't want to risk it. Not to mention the fact that you were the one who ordered her to take it easy for at least a month after.

You both collapsed back onto the bed, laughing and gasping for air. You turned to her, "I should probably get ready for work."

Natasha shook her head, latching onto you like a koala, "I'll call Fury. Tell him you're sick and you can't go in. We're spending all day in bed."

You weren't going to argue with that. You wrapped your arms around her too, kissing the top of her head. Maybe the Red String of Fate wasn't so stupid after all.

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The tropes I associate with the tokyo revengers boys

Author's note 📝: Happy Valentines everyone! Who's your valentines tr boy?

(Characters included : Too many to count! Kekeke but only the boys sorry! :(( )

Warnings ⚠️: hmm~ curse words! Small suggestive themes if you squint but ultimately nothing too serious I hope!

Mikey : Childhood friends to lovers

❥ Marry your best friend they said, it'll work out they said.

Not when your best friend is the polar opposite of you. At first you were just considered the leash of Sano Manjiro. The person who could keep him in line. Somebody like Draken except the reason he listened to you was because you both were friends since you were in diapers. He wasn’t someone to fall in love with the wrong person anyways. It will always be you whom he felt most connected with.

Shinichiro : First love

❥ When I say Shinichiro was a wannabe playboy, I mean he was a wannabe playboy. "It wasn't you, it was him" Said Shinichiro as he broke up with you back when both of you were 12.

The heroine is then reunited with the first love whom never appreciated her, but has he changed or not? Honestly speaking, Shinichiro couldn't forget about you in the first place. He deems breaking up with you was his biggest mistake. It was fame and honour that made his eyes blurry. 19 out of the 20 rejections was easily forgotten, but your refusal always haunted him. Will you take him back? or will he be stuck wallowing in what could've been?

Draken : Contract relationship

❥ Draken wasn't the type to fall in love. (Unless you were Emma ho ho ho does the brother's best friend trope fit for you-)

To make him at least notice you, you would have to possess some attributes or skills that will stick your name in his head, otherwise you would have had to be by his side for at least 5 years. Remember, he lived in a brothel. There was probably nothing he hadn't seen. And what's more fun than pairing him up with a girl that barely knew the difference between a peck and a kiss? And thus, contract relationships. To get his friends to believe he wasn't gay or to prove that he wasn't "bland" or "boring" to not get a girl. He picked someone who no one would ever expect.

Takemitchy : Blind date

❥ I'm not saying he's boring. But he was definitely quite the hopeless romantic in the friend group.

Unoriginal or weird personality and behavior, clammy hands, unruly hair, ...questionable hygiene, no doubt there's a few people willing to date him. You however, longed for love and was quite obsessed with the idea of it. So what better way to set two hopeless people up by a blind date. Through Takemitchy, you learn that opinions of others don't matter. You become more patient, willing and bold. Takemitchy learns to put in more effort than he ever has. To learn how to fight without actually using his fists. And both of you realize that to be lovers, one has to fight and the other needs to protect.

Mitsuya : Arranged Marriage

❥ Marriage was never in his priorities list. To him, romantic love or significant others were something he had no need for.

The rest of the people that were concerned about his welfare, afraid of him pruning up alone until he died, had to do something about it. And whether he liked it or not, he was wedded. After being a successfully renowned designer, you were a model not in his agency but was the best pick out of the candidates. And because you lived rather expensively, your people were worried that you would never settle down. So what do you think will be the ending? Will the relationship work? Or will the divorce papers arrive before both could realize you actually loved each other now?

Baji : Forbidden love

❥ Can you handle it, Juliet?

I'm not going to lie, when it comes to Baji, I'm always eager to write angst. Both of your parents would consider your relationship as a major taboo. His mother sought someone who would provide warmth and affection throughout Baji's life, whilst yours…desired someone who was not a member of a gang, to begin with. Socioeconomic backgrounds, lifestyle, and ambitions are just a few of the factors that might separate you. But love prevails in the end...doesn’t it?

Chifuyu : Love at first sight

❥ Yeah sure, maybe it was the way your lips curved or how you looked down or twirled your hair around your finger when you're nervous that made him think he loved you.

He doesn't know you, you don't know him. He didn't know what ticks you off or what makes you happy. But the gentle twinkle that formed in your eye when you locked eyes with him sealed the deal. He may not know aything about you, but he sure as hell got all the time in the world to learn. He was in the state of mind where he already liked you more than he liked himself, what else could convince him to not chase after you?

Hakkai : “It was only a dare”

❥ Not in a bad way at all! You guys do realize how much of a coward he is right?

He couldn't look you in the eye but he sure had no problem at ogling you through a screen. It got to a point where even Mitsuya had enough of Hakkai's one-sided pining, if you could even call it that. What Hakkai needed was a motivator. Something that can push himself in front of you without his legs turning into jelly or him throwing up his words. And the conclusion made by his friends was a bet. A bet that went like, "If you don't go and tell her your number right now, we'll get Mitsuya to talk to her instead." it was just a minor scare, but not in Hakkai's perspective. What do you think? Will you give the stuttering fool a chance?

Souta : “Stuck together” or Forced proximity trope

❥ Another cowardly baby who needs a push. A gentle push.

He was too afraid of making you uncomfortable so he couldn't muster up the courage to speak to you. His older brother and his friends got his back though. In a rigged game of 7 minutes in heaven, what greeted both of you was one of the smallest closets ever. And to make sure the younger Kawata wouldn't escape (Because I honestly see him chickening out last minute) A handcuff or a rope was presented. Tying you both down together, all he could do was breathe deeply in order to keep his sanity intact. Chest to chest or perhaps your faces being one centimeter away from touching lips. All poor Souta could do was continually apologize. Do help this poor baby out and take the reins.

Nahoya : “There was only one bed” trope

❥ When it comes to the twins all I can think about is the cutest interactions you can have with them.

As teasing as he was, he wasn't all that experienced as his personality suggested. You could bet he was also one of those blushy cuties when it came to PDA. But after basically almost kidnapping you at the dead of night to make you experience the fun nightlife of Japan, that left both of you tired and ready to hit the hay. The problem was that the motel you both went to had only one room available. And one bed. you could bet he hit you with the "I don't mind sleeping on the floor." Gosh I love respectful male leads- But pull him to the bed with you, and let's see who has the bigger grin now.

Sanzu : Enemies to lovers

❥ Do I need to expound? Red flag. Even though his hair is pink you could bet his whole entire being is redder than red once you've spent a day with him.

You hated his guts, he hated yours. You couldn't stand him, cue him pulling out a chair for you. Everything, every insult, every clapback, every look you hurled at each other....just screamed tension. Tension so passionate it became ehem se- It was inevitable really. Hate turned to spite, spite turned to teasing, teasing turned into interest and finally, interest turned into him falling face-first on the ground you walked on and you trying not to do the same. The question is, how long can you avoid him?

Inupi : Love triangle

❥ I'll say this once and for all. Inupi could very well be one of those popular, edgy and generic lead romance comic characters. The quiet bad boy type with a tragic story and the heroine being someone who could bravely strike a conversation with him.

The thing is, that kind of comic would always have a second male lead. Whether it be the best friend, the class president, or maybe the childhood friend. He wouldn't treat you badly, but he also wouldn't treat you the best, yet somehow he still wins the girl in the end. Maybe because he got pretty privilege- I'm kidding. He was loyal and was there to comfort you in your worst. He was the type to silently lend a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen.

Kokonoi : Second Chance

❥ You're gonna look at Koko and tell me he'd be loyal? Sure he would, if you were Akane that is.

Let's be clear, Koko had only romantically loved one person in his life, and we all know who that is. But of course, you weren't the person to give up. All your stubbornness and arrogance probably stemmed from how you were raised, a spoiled brat. Which was also the reason Kokonoi put up with you. You had most of the 2nd thing he loved the most. Money. One of the few people who didn't bother licking your feet, Kokonoi truly caught your eye. And of course, all the one-sided pining and flirts came to an end once he himself had snapped. Feeling quite guilty, it wasn't even a week before he began to miss your presence. But where was the little miss rich kid at? Ah yes. Far away from his grasp. If he kneeled and begged everyday at your doorstep, would you give him the 2nd chance?

Kazutora : Coincidental Stranger as a partner

❥ What do you say do when your friends tease your relationship status? Especially when you were one of the few ones left without a significant other?

In Kazutora's case it would be uttering a female name he had coincidentally heard. Not bothering to even think about the consequences just to avoid being labelled as a loser. Unfortunately for him, Chifuyu, who was the social butterfly of the group, knew a woman with the same name. you. So what happens next? They all urged Kazutora to bring you the next time they were all going to hang out just to see if he wasn't lying. Good luck with a bunch of nosey people. Then again you got a hot delinquent boyf-

Rindou : Fake relationship

❥ Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hear me out! Rindou didn't really feel much of the magic behind love. He never understood it nor was really willing to. He was illiterate and ungrateful with the amount of love he could have had.

Not that he really wanted love anyways. He didn't want to 'waste his time' trying to please another person when he can please himself, by himself. But to get rid of the eyes of his overbearing older brother on his back he decides to fake a relationship with his secretary. Or just anyone with the same occupation as him cause he sure as hell isn't going to date a normal civilian. Though Rindou was absolutely cocky and cool in your eyes, he was extremely awkward and clumsy within the relationship. If you didn't know any better you would think his older brother was unable to see through the lies. but oh boy, he knew. Get ready to get romanced and heartbroken by agreeing to Haitani Rindou's request.

Ran : Secret Child

❥ Who doesn't like a good old angst filled adult drama that involved children? Not me. I love that kind of drama. Especially if we see the male leads getting what they deserved.

You weren't a normal woman. You had flawed ideologies, views and opinions. You were acquainted with Ran through shady business deals. Had a one-night stand with him then boom, preggo. Now, the only smart decision you made was telling him. But what are you supposed to do when the father of your child tells you to abort it? Do you push through? Well at first you were, but you decided that the child in your womb was too precious to be wasted. Even if it had the blood of a top criminal flowing in his veins. With his woman disappeared from the criminal world, all Ran could focus on was his work. That is until, one night while he was walking through the neighborhood he met a kid with the exact same facial features as him. What was he supposed to do now?

Izana : Soulmate

❥ Izana was unfortunately a victim of his father's misdeeds. He felt like the sins of his father was pushed onto him, leaving behind the soiled hands of a child no older than 5.

From the moment he was born he definitely felt unwanted. It carried until his teenage years. Because of that, he believed himself as unworthy of love. Though he masked that insecurity of his with a fierce bravado, that still couldn't heal his torn heart. The ideas of soulmates in his world were real, but he would never think he had one. Even if he did....poor them. Getting stuck with a monster like him. He would do everything in his power to not let anybody become glued to him after Kakucho ever again. But what could he do when the person who was fated to be with him was such a lovely person?

Hanma : Best friend’s brother

❥ His personality? Trash. His flirting skills? Mid. His cockiness? Through the roof. His attractiveness...well um-

Hanma was easily one of the worst people you could ever be with. Every part of him was toxic yet you longed to be in his embrace. Ever since your older brother kept getting himself involved in serious delinquent actions, your parents had no choice but to kick him out of the house. But because he was still the precious older brother you love, you kept seeking for him. Giving him a few pennies when he needed it, cleaning his apartment (that he obtained illegally) and cooking him food. That was until the one time you visited him, it was Hanma you found. Bleeding and barely conscious on the bed. "Knew that b*stard can't cook." Was all he said before passing out. Now, all you could remember was the look in Hanma's eyes as he held a strand of your hair, coating it with blood and the oddly attractive smile on his face. Don't fall for the toxic boys. But if you craved toxicity....

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fabulouslyflamboyant5 · 3 years

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Just a random idea

If you know flowerfell then you know, but I will be explaining it anyways, since I'm not sure if you do

Basically, premise is simple - flowers are slowly growing on your body, consuming it. You can't get rid of them, since it would hurt as if you were cuting your own limb and bleeding would be unstoppable.

Now this - reader who's body is being consumed by blue spider lilies

It could be done with person who loves muzan or is simply hunted by him. Demon slayers are doing everything to keep the reader away from him.

That's it, that's my brain rn

Thank you so much sending this, I love this idea so much. I am not familiar with Flowerfell but I'll try my best!

An Immortals Wish To Be Mortal

It started with a small lump. You weren't concerned, it was probably a result of training, or at least that's what you believed.

It wasn't until a week went by that you began to worry. The lump was no longer just a lump but rather a red sore the size of a golf ball with what looked like a stem growing out of it.

‘This wasn't right....’

You kept your "injury," hidden for another week. Within those seven days, it managed to multiply across your body, all of them growing what appeared to be flower buds.

'Muzan can fix this,' you thought to yourself.

///

You approached his study and felt your nerves kick in, 'what if he can't help, what if something is wrong-', before you could finish your thoughts you were cut off by the man himself, Muzan.

"Y/N, is something wrong, I haven't seen you in quite some time," he speaks nonchalantly, obvious to your nervous state.

"I-I'm not sure," you stutter.

"Come now, lets discuss this in private," he says as he leads you through the doors.

The two to you sat down and you couldn't find it in yourself to make eye-contact with your lover.

"Darling, please look at me," he says while gently grasping your chin, "let me help you."

His eyes are warm, loving, and soft, something only you ever get to see. It brings you comfort knowing he is there. "I have flowers on my body," you say slowly.

His face is one of pure confusion, "I'm sorry Darling, can you please elaborate?"

"On my body, there are these weird lumps, well at least they were lumps. They have turned into flowers, look," you explain nervously as you role up your sleeve, showing him your petal filled arm.

He gently takes your arm and begins to examine it. The flowers are just beginning to bloom, soft blue petals barely visible to the naked eye. He tugs softly on one of the stems and you let out a painful gasp. "Did that hurt you?" He asks slightly concerned.

"Yea, just a little," you said, equally as concerned. "What do you think is wrong?" You ask in a scared tone.

"I'm not quite sure, Darling. Please continue to keep me updated on whatever changes you see. I'll begin working on a cure immediately." He says, trying, but failing to mask his concern.

He brings your knuckle to his lips and softly kisses them, "It'll be okay," he speaks with a comforting smile.

With that, you feel your worry drift away, 'It'll be okay.'

///

Another week has passed and there has been no signs of the buds going away. In fact, they have turned into full grown flowers, enough to interfere with the kimono that drapes your body. They looked like spider lilies but they were...blue?

"How ironic," you think to yourself.

Muzan is yet to take a break from researching your condition. Ever since the flowers formed he has refused to leave his office claiming, "I'm doing my bets to look for a way to reverse this." He never sounds convincing though, his eyes give him away. Instead of being filled with pride they are filled with worry, not something you usually get to see.

You have tried to pull the flowers out but whenever you pull too hard it feels like you are ripping off your skin, almost ask if the flowers are a part of you...

///

Muzan has been keeping himself inside of his office ever since he realized what flowers had been growing on you

Blue spider lilies.

The very flower he had dedicated his life searching for.

The flower that would allow him to conquer the sun...

Why must this have happened to you?

Of all people this could have happened to it had to be you, the love of his life.

Something that should have been an exciting time was now replaced with dread.

If he cuts the flowers off of you, you will die.

If he doesn't do anything, you will die.

The flowers were a part of you, cutting them off would be like cutting of a limb. However, not doing anything about them would be equally as bad as they would keep growing until they suffocate you...

For once in his centuries of being alive, he was torn.

///

Another week has passed and your health has begun to rapidly decline. They flowers are taking over your body and you are unable to walk on your own. Even breathing is hard, every breathe feels like your lungs are tugged on.

You have given up on getting better, instead accepting death as your certain fate.

Muzan has been torn. He knows you can't be saved, and for that he is devastated. He knew human lives were short but why was your death approaching so fast?

He debated turning you into a demon but you never liked the idea of it, always preferring to live out your life as a human...

What frustrated him the most however was his selfishness.

Of all flowers to have growing on you it had to be blue spider lilies!?

He has spent thousands of years searching for them and now, when he has finally found them, they are the very thing killing you.

He knows your going to die, you know your going to die, but how you die? That isn't in your hands.

Muzan has spent the last week debating what to do about the flowers.

If he lets you die, "naturally," the flowers will perish alongside you.

But if he cuts the flowers off of you the flowers will be usable...

He loves you, he really loves you, but he also loves himself, he wants to be perfect and his final step to perfection is right in front of him yet still so far away.

But he shouldn't waste time thinking of such things, he knows very well what the right thing to do is.

And with that in mind he heads to your room.

///

"Muzan, I didn't expect you to come and visit so e-early," you say, smiling weakly.

Your happiness is short lived however, you are beginning another coughing fit.

Your lungs feel as though they are on fire, it is almost impossible to breathe and you don't know what breathe will be your last.

You feel him crouch down beside you and rub small circles into your back.

"Don't speak, Darling. I'm here," he whispers quietly.

You lean back to rest and feel you eyes get heavy.

"I'm tired, sorry," you slur, knowing very well your tiredness isn't the reason for this turn of events.

"I understand," speaks, smiling sadly.

"Take them, please," you croak out, catching him off-guard.

"I don't know what you mean, please don't waste your breathe talking."

"You need them-m," you cough out. "If I'm going to die, please let me be of use, this way you'll always have a part of me," you whisper, smiling, or at least trying to.

Neither of your say anything else, instead you are only met with a searing pain.

Your lover begins ripping the flowers of of you, slowly, one, by one, while whispering words of, "I love you."

You die peacefully, happy you were of use to the man you loved most.

///

Muzan stands over your grave.

It is small and tucked away in an empty forest.

The spider lilies he planted are in full bloom, laying delicately against the tombstone.

The sun shines down on him but he loathes the feeling of it.

It was supposed to feel heavenly. He used to imagine the two of you standing under the warm rays, hand in hand what no cares for the world.

But that isn't the reality of your situation. Far from it.

Instead of standing beside you, he is standing six feet above you. The sun that was supposed to feel comforting feels like the heavens smiling down and mocking him.

He may be a demon, but he doesn't feel he deserved this, you certainly didn't.

He falls to the ground. Hands clenched in fists, a sob leaves his mouth, the tears are endless and he wishes the sun would just burn him so he can see you again...

///

I hope this was okay! I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted. I can rewrite it if you want, just message me.

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