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avewritesmr · 4 years ago

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Stray kids reaction to y/k having tattoo sleeves? 🙏🏻 I’ve seen reactions where they specified a couple tattoos but I wanna know what their reaction would be with someone that has sleeves. Or wants to get more tattoos (; also could some of the settings be like on a date? Like during the stage where they’re getting to know y/k?) thnx 💓

Reaction to boyfriend who has a tattoo sleeve

A/N: So I only did three members (picked at random) to avoid this getting repetitive, I think I strayed a little off topic, not sure, but please let me know what you think of it anonie, I loved writing it, and I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write it, all the love and in hopes of having more time to write now that college application and decision time is coming to a wrap 💖

Seo Changbin (Implied NSFW Content)

y/n and Changbin meet on the coldest day of winter, it’s literally freezing and the entire city is basically iced over.

y/n is the new producer at JYP and it just so happens that Changbin is asked to work with y/n on a project.

At first Changbin is really skeptical, y/n is this quiet, kind of scary looking person and he communicates through glaring and frowning instead of words.

Then Changbin starts to slowly get to know him and things change, he finds out that y/n isn’t rude or scary and they get pretty close throughout the time they are working on the project.

When they are no longer work colleagues and the project is complete, Changbin works up the courage to ask y/n out on a date.

They don’t officially date or anything for a while, they go out together on a couple dates and hang out, they spend lots of time together and it is very obvious they are both basically in love with each other.

y/n doesn’t try to hide his tattoos or anything, Changbin’s seen a few of them, the one on the side of his neck and the ones on his wrists and knuckles but he’s never seen the whole thing.

Then one day they’re sitting in Changbin’s studio and somehow y/n spills an entire thing of iced coffee on himself and he’s only wearing a long sleeved shirt.

Changbin has a spare shirt from dance practice so he goes to grab it and in the meantime y/n pulls his dirty shirt off.

Changbin finds the shirt in a drawer and turns around to give it to y/n and he just freezes.

y/n doesn’t even notice him staring, he takes the shirt offered to him and slips it on going back to whatever he was doing before while poor Changbin stares on in shocked silence. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You have so many tattoos.” Changbin mutters quietly.

y/n smiles slightly, “You don’t like them?”Changbin shakes his head quickly, he loves them, if he had wanted to kiss y/n before now he wants to jump the other man’s bones, he thinks they are hot and such a turn on.

y/n seems to understand as much and he goes out of his way after that to put them on display even though it’s still freezing outside.

Changbin isn’t complaining (at first), after a while he just finds himself staring at y/n’s tattoos, they aren’t even officially dating so he can’t just grab y/n’s arms and trace over the tattoos or ask the older to do anything to him.The whole thing leads to a lot of frustration on Changbin’s end and a lot of amusement on y/n’s.

“You know you can look at my tattoos if you want, you don’t need to look away every time I look in your general direction.”Changbin’s cheeks flare read but he hesitantly moves to sit closer to y/n and runs the tips of his fingers across one of the many tattoos.

“They’re so hot.” Changbin slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, y/n on the other hand finds this hilarious.

“Are they?” He is so close to Changbins face and his arm has moved to wrap around Changbin’s waist.Changbin remembers every thought he’s ever had about y/n’s hands and the tattoos and what he wants the older to do to him and he can see all the tattoos so close that it makes everything so much worse.

y/n’s smirk is enough to convince him to move towards the older and pull the other’s arm around his waist, he has no idea where the confidence comes from but at this point he has nothing to lose and he’s been fantasizing for way too long anyways.

Things end up so much better than he had every dreamed of and he has to concede that tattoos are the hottest thing ever, especially when they’re y/n’s and they stand out on white knuckles that hold Changbin’s hips down.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves tattoos, he thinks they're cool and the moment JYP lets him get a tattoo (I am not sure if he already has a tattoo tbh) he is getting a tattoo because tattoos are just so cool.

So why doesn't Hyunjin know that his boyfriend (of like 4 months) has enough tattoos to cover 90% of the skin on his right arm? Simple, answer.

y/n is an idol, he isn't aloud to show his tattoos on national television, and since a lot of his initial interactions with

Hyunjin had been backstage at music shows...

music shows = no tattoos being shown.

So let's go back to the beginning to get a clear picture

Hyunjin and y/n first meet at a music show backstage, Hyunjin has heard of y/n but he hasn't really seen pictures of the other that often and now he is face to face with probably the most attractive person he has met in a long time.

y/n is leaning against a wall in the hallway outside the bathroom in a beautifully tailored suit and Hyunjin, who is walking out of the bathroom, is completely enamored by this man that he might know the name of but can't be sure.

person walks past Hyunjin and y/n shoves his phone into his pocket talking happily to said person before they disappear down the hallway.

Detective Hyunjin mode = activated.

His detective work involves a quick google search to identify what group y/n is in and confirm his name, turns out he was right about the name and so he spends the next 2 hours of waiting before he has to preform just scrolling through pictures and tweets about y/n.

He resolves that day that he needs to talk to the other no matter what it takes, he just needs y/n's number.

His first plan is to recruit Jisung and Jeongin's help because they tend to find talking to new people easier and maybe he won't be as awkward if he talks to y/n with other people present.

This plan falls through very quickly because instead of helping all Jeongin and Jisung do is laugh at him.

He turns to his second (and last) plan.

Lee Minho is 2 months older than y/n, so maybe by some stroke of luck Minho knows y/n, or someone in his group, and Hyunjin can maybe convince Minho to help him start a conversation with the other.

Hyunjin is in luck, not only is Minho more empathetic about his hardships than Jisung and Jeongin but he just so happens to know y/n well enough to be able to walk up to him and strike up conversation.

Hyunjin follows Minho with gradually decreasing confidence. Sure he is going to get the chance to talk to y/n, which is what he wanted, but what the hell is he going to say?

Should he just ask for the others number?

Just introduce himself and maybe y/n will ask for his number? Maybe he can just turn around now and run away before this gets particularly embarrassing for him?

Maybe the floor underneath him will open up and swallow him whole because good lord y/n just smiled in his general direction and why are there so many people in this area at this specific time?

Turns out y/n wasn't smiling specifically at him, he was smiling more at Minho.

"This is Hyunjin, he wanted to tag along."

"Hey, I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." Maybe his smile will kill Hyunjin before he remembers how to talk.

"uhh-hh, yes I know, I- uh, Hyunjin." God why was that so awkward someone save him, where did Minho walk off to? who is that? why did he take Minho away from him?

"Are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah, I am good." god he needed salvation right now.Basically, Hyunjin is awkward and nervous and he feels like the first meeting is a complete disaster and y/n will never talk to him again.

Somehow though y/n decided he isn't pitiful enough to ignore and walk away from, it takes a bit of prodding and joking on y/n's part for Hyunjin to relax a little and they hold a decent conversation. When Minho informs Hyunjin they have to head back y/n is typing his number into Hyunjin's phone and urging him to send a text whenever.

y/n and Hyunjin talk often after that, they meet again just a little over a week later backstage at a music show again and decided that they should take the risk and start dating.

They're moving a little quickly true, but, they can learn more about each other as time goes on.

Neither one of them is necessarily free at any one point in time, they see each other at a few events but their dating is limited to talking over the phone and basically texting all the time.

And then the day comes.

Hyunjin has the day off and y/n has wrapped up a photo shoot, the timing is perfect, the managers are okay with it and Hyunjin is buzzing with excitement because it's been almost 4 months and he is going to go to his boyfriend now.

They decide to meet at y/n's empty dorm just to be in each others presence.

So Hyunjin is standing outside the dorm door waiting for y/n to let him in and he is just shaking with happiness.

So when y/n opens the door with his hair a little messy and no make up on, Hyunjin's first instinct is to launch himself at the other and hug him as tightly as he can.

They might not have been able to see each other these last four months but that doesn't mean Hyunjin hasn't learned enough about the other to love him.

y/n only laughs and pulls him into the dorm hugging back with a soft smile on his face.

Hyunjin is so busy hugging y/n that he doesn't see the tattoos covering y/n's right arm.

He doesn't see them in fact until after he's been ushered into y/n's room and is about to head towards the cat laying under the window.

He turns around to ask y/n about the cat's name and then freezes because holy mother of all beings is that a tattoo sleeve?

"Yeah, is it a problem?"

"A problem? god no!" Hyunjin moves closer to war his fingers around y/n's arm and raise it so he can inspect the intricate designs.

"They look so cool, this just makes me want a tattoo even more." y/n laughs, "I can take you to get one." Hyunjin looks up with starry eyes.

"Management would kill, but I don't really care anymore."

"Maybe you should get it okayed before you do anything?"

"If they try to kill me you'll come riding in on a motorbike and wearing a leather jacket and save me." Hyunjin replies with a serious face.

y/n laughs, "That is just a stereotype, my mom would kill me if I got on a motorbike."So what did Hyunjin learn today?

He definitely wants a tattoo and wouldn't mind getting yelled at by management for getting one behind their back. He wants y/n to go with him because this man is an expert and if anyone (y/n included) disagrees then Hyunjin will be inclined to fight them.

y/n is 100% a mama's boy and Hyunjin is living for it (Another one of his life sources at this point in time is y/n's tattooed arm wrapped around his waist but he doesn't want to discuss those emotions just yet).

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

So y/n’s a barista at a cafe and that is how Jeongin meets him first, it is late summer, the uniform for the cafe workers is a button down white shirt so even though it is 35 degrees (Celsius) out Jeongin never sees y/n in anything but his work uniform which is a long sleeve button down white shirt.

After 2 months of (not really) subtle crushing Jeongin asks y/n for his phone number, they chat for a few days and then go on their first date in early October.

The date is a sweet, cliche outing, Jeongin is a blushing mess 90% of the time and y/n treats him with so much care. Dates aren’t that frequent after the first one but just before winter Jeongin and y/n make it official.

At this point it is so cold that there is never a moment for Jeongin to see y/n without a coat, hoodie or long sleeved shirt, so he lives a life of blissful ignorance for almost a month.

And then one day he is sitting at the counter in the cafe, y/n is just finishing his shift and Jeongin is waiting for him.

The manager walks by and tells y/n to clean up before he hands over to the next person and so y/n moves to the sink and rolls up his sleeves.

Jeongin isn’t really paying attention, he’s a little focused on his phone, but then he looks up.

😯 = Yang Jeongin when he saw y/n’s tattoos.

“Your face literally just derailed.”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“Well you didn’t really ever get a chance to see them.” Silence.

“I am sorry I probably should have told you before this.”Jeongin doesn’t respond to that, he doesn’t know how to, so he sits in silence contemplating the situation, while y/n finishes up. When they walk out of the cafe it is in strained silence, Jeongin doesn’t like it at all.

“Can I see them?”

“Sure, let’s go sit somewhere.”They end up on a park bench, y/n with his sleeves rolled up and Jeongin carefully tracing the ink covering y/n’s arm his eyes widened in awe.

“What’s the meaning behind thisone?”

“Nothing really, I got it because I thought it looked nice.”Jeongin laughs lightly and goes back to studying the tattoos on y/n’s arm, now that he is over the initial shock of discovering the tattoos he is enraptured by them.

He’ll probably stare at them whenever y/n wears something short sleeved, or rolls up his sleeves.

He genuinely thinks they are really cool and thinks his boyfriend is like a million times cooler with them.

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electricbarnes · 4 years ago

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tell me you still see me

steve rogers x reader

summary: steve has been working a lot lately. you begin to have doubts about your relationship.

↳ songs i listened to for inspiration

wc: 5.9k | warnings: some angst, overthinking, self-doubt, implied smut

note: this is a repost from my old account that was deleted. so if it’s familiar, that’s why! i wasn’t planning on reposting but i read it over and decided why not. i have another steve fic that i’m almost done with, so i wanted to post this in the meantime. i made a few minor edits. i hope you like it! and if you decide to reread it, thank you x1000 !!

You arrive at your apartment, hands filled with groceries for the week. You struggle to open the door with the many bags on your arms, but eventually make it inside. You kick off your heels and set the bags down on the kitchen counter. After freeing your hands, you reach into your purse to find your phone. You unlock it and tap on the first name at the top of your recent calls.

The phone rings for a bit before you hear the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying “Hello”.

“Oh my god Steve, you’re never gonna believe what I saw at the store just now,” you say, thinking of the wild thing you witnessed during your shopping trip. It’s not everyday that you see someone throw themselves into a cereal box display. It was a hilarious sight and you just wanted to tell someone about it.

“So, I was just strolling through the isles looking for some snacks when a-” you’re cut off before getting too into the story.

“Honey, can this wait? I’m about to go into a mission briefing,” Steve says in a hushed tone. Immediately, you feel guilty for interrupting him while he’s busy. It was well into the evening and you had assumed he wouldn’t be working.

“Oh, uh yeah of course! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” you apologize.

“That’s okay,” he reassures you, “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, talk to you later then.”

The phone beeps, indicating the call was over. You sigh and go back to the task of putting your groceries away.

You decide to lounge around the rest of the day, trading your work clothes for some comfy sweats and a tee shirt. You spend the night mindlessly scrolling through social media while reruns of some sitcom play on the tv. You even send Steve a few memes here and there. You’re not really sure if he’ll understand them but they reminded you of him.

After eating a late dinner, you channel surf for a bit before putting on a random movie. When the movie finishes, it’s nearly 11pm and you realize that Steve hasn’t called you back. You pick up your phone, tempted to call him but decide it’s better to wait till tomorrow. He hasn’t replied to your texts, so there’s a chance he’s still busy despite the late hour.

Unfortunately for you, being a superhero is a full time job, which means that Steve can be busy at any moment of any day. You knew this going into a relationship with thee Captain America. To be fair though, you didn’t think you’d actually get to know the super soldier like you do now.

When you met Steve, he was just some handsome guy at the park who helped you with directions when you were visibly lost. You ended up seeing him at the park again a couple days later. Recognizing you, he stopped and asked if you wanted to get a coffee. Who were you to deny this man?

You spent two hours in a café getting to know each other before exchanging numbers. In hindsight, his vague answers about his career were a little suspicious. It wasn’t until you went home that night and saw a picture of Steve in a tweet captioned “idc that captain america is like 100 yrs old, he can still get it 😍”.

Needless to say, you were shocked. While you were feeling dumb for not recognizing him sooner, you also wondered why he didn’t say anything. After an awkward confrontation about the subject, he explained how he didn’t want you to go out with him just because he was Captain America. You were quick to ease his worries and reassure him that you were interested in Steve for Steve, not for his heroic persona.

Since then, your relationship with Steve has been nothing but amazing. He was always so sweet with you, taking you on simple but romantic dates. There was something about that 40s charm that was so endearing. You loved the small things, like how he would always open the door for you or how he would bring you flowers on each date. It was so easy to talk to him about anything and everything. You felt like he was not only your boyfriend, but also your best friend.

There were times where you wondered why he ever picked you, an average person compared to the super people he’d work with everyday. He could’ve had anyone he wanted. Steve would say that you were like his sanctuary from the hectic world of being an Avenger. It meant a lot to you that you could be that person for him. You thought he deserved some peace after everything he’s been through. He wanted to protect you from the evil that inherently came with the job, which you understood, so he rarely spoke about the missions he’d go on. The less you knew the better. Though sometimes, you would wish he’d open up more about what was going on while he was away. Especially since he would be gone for days on end.

It was only a month into your relationship that you realized how hard it’d be when he would leave to be Captain America. It was his first time leaving for a mission that lasted longer than a day. He had to spend a week in some place on the other side of the world with no way of contacting him. Of course, you were worried the entire time he was gone. Despite trying to distract yourself with work and personal tasks, Steve was always at the forefront of your mind.

You had never felt such relief than the day he called you after a whole week of silence. Steve had even asked you shyly if he could come over that night. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he told you that he needed to see you. It was the first time he had spent the night at your place. Having Steve’s arms wrapped around you the entire night just felt right. You knew as early as then that you loved him.

Over the year that you had been together, those long missions became easier to manage. You’d always trust that he’d come back to you in one piece. Steve would sometimes feel guilty about being away for so long that he’d try to make it up to you by taking you on an extraordinary date. But you always assured him that you were happy to just be with him, even if it was just something like the two of you watching a movie at your place.

Lately, Steve has been more distant with you. You’ve chalked it up to the fact that there’s a literal distance between you two since he’s moved upstate to the newly built Avengers compound. Before, he was just a short drive away from the Avengers tower to your apartment. Now, he’s hours away from you. There were discussions of you moving in with him, but your job was in the city and you couldn’t leave that behind.

You both decided to make the best of the situation, calling and texting whenever possible. FaceTiming was the usual occurrence throughout the week, often before bed. You’d tell him about your day in the office and he’d tell you about the new recruits he would train. On the weekends, he’d stay over at your place. It was rare that you’d stay at the compound. Steve said he’d preferred your apartment, claiming it was homier than the compound. Plus, you’d actually have some privacy.

For a long time, it had been a good system. You love Steve and did anything to make the relationship work because he’s worth it. Yet, you couldn’t help the lonely nights where you wondered if he felt the same.

Calls were less frequent. Texts were unanswered. Weekend plans were cancelled because Steve would be assigned to missions during those days. You’d understand, of course. He’s out there saving people! You can’t fault him for that, but it doesn’t stop you from missing him.

Now, it had been almost two weeks since you’d last seen him in person. You had texted him throughout the day, but texting wasn’t his favorite thing. Texts were usually reserved for quick check-ins and reminders of I love you’s. He preferred calling and you did too, hearing his voice was much better.

After learning that he had been back from a short mission, you texted him.

You: FaceTime later? ☺️

You were eager to see him, even if it was through a screen. You were just hoping he had the time.

Steve ♡: Sure.

Later that night, you sat on your bed with your laptop, opening up FaceTime. After a few rings, Steve’s face appears on the screen. A smile immediately breaks out on your face.

“Hi babe!” you say cheerily, finally getting to see your boyfriend after what felt like forever.

“Hi honey,” he says with a soft smile.

Your smile dims a bit, eyebrows furrowing when you recognize the background. “Are you still in your office?” It was pretty late and you assumed he’d be in bed by now.

“Yeah, I was finishing up on some mission reports,” he explains, shuffling some papers on his desk.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you’d be done by now,” you apologize, recalling the last time you had interrupted him from his work.

“No, no” he waves his hand, “I thought I’d be done by now too, but it’s a lot more than I expected.”

You frown at the thought of your boyfriend overworking himself. You want to ask him about it, but you know he’ll say what he always does when you ask about his missions: It’s classified.

“You’re not stressing yourself out too much, are you Steve?” you ask, concern evident in your voice. Even through the hazy quality of the webcam, you can see the tired look in his eyes.

“Never,” he says with a smirk.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” you say with a teasing tone.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about honey,” he reassures you. “Besides, I wanna know what you’ve been up to.”

You scoff, “well, it’s definitely not nearly exciting as your week must’ve been.”

“I still wanna know,” he says with that boyish grin you love.

Steve always knew how to make those butterflies appear. You end up telling him about the incident you witnessed at the store which makes him laugh as he imagines the odd sight. He tells you about a prank Tony pulled on him and Sam and you beg him to send you the recording of it. He refuses, but you know you’ll get your hands on the footage eventually. Things felt normal again, just talking to him.

“So I was mixing the dough and halfway through I realized I completely forgot about the eggs,” you were in the middle of telling him about the new recipe you ended up ruining earlier this week.

Steve hums in response. You notice him looking to the side, not looking at the screen and you hear the sound of typing.

“and then a blue monster broke into my apartment,” you make up in an attempt to get his attention.

“Mhmm”

“and he stole all the cookies,” you continue.

“Hmm”

“Steve,”

Silence.

“Steve,” you say with a little more force.

“Huh?” he finally looks up at the screen.

“You’re not listening to me,” disappointment laces your voice.

“I was,” he quickly defends but you don’t buy it.

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms and lean back against your headboard. “What was I talking about?”

Steve glances elsewhere, not meeting your eyes when he mumbles “something about a party?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “yeah, like 10 minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry honey, I was listening, really… but these reports need to be done,” he says with an apologetic look on his face.

You couldn’t stay mad at him, but you did feel hurt that he would pretend to listen rather than just telling you something.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

He must notice the disappointment on your face because he apologizes once more.

“I’ll make it up to you honey,” he promises.

“Are you coming this weekend?” you ask hopefully. He couldn’t come last weekend and you were missing him terribly.

“Of course,” he gives you a tired smile that you return.

“Okay, finish those reports and get some sleep,” you instruct, emphasizing the last part.

“Yes ma’am,” he raises his hand, mock saluting you which makes you giggle.

“Goodnight Stevie, I love you,”

“Love you too sweetheart”

The call ends and you go to bed with a smile on your face.

The rest of the week goes by quickly. You’re excited to get to the weekend because that means you can finally see your boyfriend, in person! Not just behind some screen. It’s been almost three weeks since the last time he came over and you miss his touch.

It was Friday afternoon and you were sitting at a small table in the cafe you frequent, taking a lunch break. Halfway through your break, you got a call from Steve. You were a little surprised to see his picture pop up on your phone since you’re usually the one to call him. Nevertheless, you smiled and answered “Hi babe.”

“Hey honey,” he greets.

“I’m glad you called, I was thinking of picking up a few things from the store after work today. Do you need anything?”

“Uh… about that,” he says in a low voice. Your heart immediately sinks, already knowing what he’s going to say next.

“You’re not coming.” A statement, not a question.

“I’m sorry honey. A mission came up and we leave tonight,” he explains and you almost want to laugh. Of course he’s leaving again.

“How long?” you ask. Maybe it’s just for a day and he can still come on Saturday or even Sunday.

“Two days… maybe three,”

You take a moment to process his words. Part of you saw this coming. It seemed too good to be true that you’d finally have him all to yourself. You glance up, trying to fight the sudden feeling of tears in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of a busy café.

“There’s… there isn’t a chance you can skip this one?” you hesitantly ask. Normally, you’d just accept it, but your patience was running thin. This is the second time in a row he’s cancelled on you.

“You know I can’t. This is important,” he says it so sternly, like he doesn’t realize he’s breaking your heart. The missions are always important. More important than you.

“Yeah, but you’ve been working nonstop. I mean, don’t you want a break? Aren’t there others who can go instead?” you argue, voice raising.

“Y/N, I’m going. I have to,” he insists, leaving no room for an argument. You knew how stubborn Steve could be, so you knew he wasn’t going to change his mind on this. Rationally, you knew he probably had no choice in the matter but you took a chance anyways.

“Okay,” you relent.

You can hear Steve sigh before saying, “I’ll make it up to you.”

He’s been saying that a lot lately, but you know they’re empty promises.

“Okay.”

“I love you,” he says much softer than his previous tone.

“Love you too,” you say back, but your heart hurts.

Before you met Steve, sleeping alone wasn’t so bad. Some nights you would be on your phone, scrolling through social media till you eventually got sleepy. Other times, you’d lie in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about your day and mentally planning the next. Too often you found yourself overthinking about something you did, something you wish you could change. Or you would be anxious about something coming up, running through different scenarios of how it’d go. For some reason, your mind wouldn’t let you succumb to the sleep that your body desperately needed. But you were used to it.

Then Steve came along and he’d be there to ease your mind. On the nights he would stay over, sleep came much easier. There would still be nights where your mind kept you awake, but Steve would be lying right next to you. You’d be on his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing your back as you told him about that meeting you were nervous about or how you got in trouble by your boss for a simple mistake. Steve would assure that everything would be okay and you found it easy to believe him.

He always knew when you needed a distraction from your worries, bringing up mundane things like last night’s baseball game or telling you about the modern music he actually started to like. Sometimes, he’d tell you a story from his life in the 40s. Stories like how his friend Bucky would drag him all over town, trying to find a date for the evening. Or about that time he had to star in an action movie when he just started out as Captain America (which you made a mental note to find later on Youtube). You loved hearing about Steve’s old life, curious about what made him into the man you love today.

Sometimes he’d just entertain your wild thoughts, especially when you’re half asleep. Conversations like how different life would be if dinosaurs never went extinct or if flat earth conspiracists were right. You’d be lying with your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist while you mumbled any thoughts that came to mind. He’d listen till he heard your soft snores and he’d give you a gentle kiss on your head before he’d fall asleep too.

Then there would be nights where words would rarely be spoken. A night of soft moans as he took care of your body in ways only he knew how. He’d whisper praises, drawing out moans from you as he hit all the right spots. It was always different and exciting. You never knew what to expect, but he would always be so loving. You’d always stay close, basking in the afterglow.

After having the comfort of Steve in the night, the times he’s not there feel a lot lonelier than before.

Like now, you’ve got your eyes closed but you’re not sleeping. Your thoughts seem louder than ever and they’re all about Steve. It probably doesn’t help that you decided to wear one of his tee shirts to bed, the faint smell of him making you miss him even more. After he cancelled on you (again) this past weekend, you started to wonder if he even wanted to see you at all.

You want to be mad at him, but how can you be? He’s Captain America! He has a responsibility that he can’t ignore, not even for his girlfriend. Lately, you can’t help but be worried at how many missions he’s been going on. To make matters worse, you’re left in the dark about all of it. He says it’s safer if you don’t know. You just have to trust him and trust that he needs to go.

But what if he doesn’t actually need to? What if he wants to go so he doesn’t have to see you. Okay, that’s extreme, but it’s a possibility? It seems like he doesn’t even want to talk to you at all sometimes. You’re always the one texting and calling. It’s never really him unless it’s to let you down (again). Maybe you’re just being needy. Were you asking for too much? Are you overreacting? Probably. But it’s normal to be upset about not seeing your boyfriend for weeks, right?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts. You pick up your phone from the nightstand. The clock reads 3:12am. You unlock your phone and open your messages to see the last few texts Steve sent.

Steve ♡: I’m sorry.

You: just be safe

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Steve ♡: I’m back.

You: okay

Your thumb hovers over the call button for a good bit, contemplating if you want to bother him so late at night. Before you can overthink it, you hit the button. You turn to lay on your side with the phone against your ear, anxiously waiting for the ringing to stop.

“Hello,” Steve answers, voice deep and filled with sleep. You feel guilty for waking him up, but at the same time feel relief at the sound of his voice.

“Hi,” you say shyly. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to actually pick up. You were prepared to just leave a voicemail.

“Is something wrong?” he mumbles.

“No, no. There’s nothing wrong… I just…” you can feel the heat rising in your face, suddenly embarrassed for some reason. “I just miss you,” you say quietly, not even sure if he’s heard you.

You can hear the shuffling of sheets.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” he says and it warms your heart for a moment, “and as much as I wanna talk right now, I have to be up in a couple hours for a mission.”

“Oh,” the small smile you had on your face quickly disappears. You had no idea he was leaving again even though he just got back the day before.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay hon?” he says tiredly.

You feel a lump in your throat forming but you push past it, “yeah… yeah, of course.”

“Love you,”

“Love you too,” you practically whisper.

The phone call ends and the tears start to slide down your face. You didn’t have the energy to fight them anymore.

The last call you had with Steve a few days ago left you torn between logic and your emotions. You knew he was just tired, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed between you two. In the past, he never seemed to mind talking to you, even in the odd hours of the morning. You always believed that you guys were so in sync. It seemed like he knew when you needed comfort and would be there to provide it.

You would be able to tell when something was off with Steve and though you would always offer to talk about it, he would brush it off. Thinking back to it, maybe he never really opened up to you for a reason.

You began to question if you are more invested in this relationship than he is. It feels wrong to even think so, considering how sweet and caring he is, especially with you. But everyone has their limits, right? Maybe he’s just gotten tired of you. It’s clear that work is his number one priority right now, maybe he doesn’t have time for a girlfriend anymore. He always makes promises of making it up to you another time, but maybe there will never be another time.

The thought of him leaving completely sends a pang of hurt to your heart.

You: can we talk?

You had sent Steve that text what felt like forever ago, but in reality has only been 20 minutes. You had spent that time repeating in your head what you were going to tell him while you paced back and forth around your living room. You were going to ask for a break. You didn’t want to break up with him completely, no, but you thought that this would be better in the long run. You’re hoping a break will give him the space he needs and then you guys can go back to the way you were. You figured it was better to let him focus on being a hero. You didn’t want to become the clingy girlfriend that he’d eventually resent.

You had no idea how he would react. Maybe he would agree. It’ll be tough, but every couple goes through something like this, right? Sure, it’s a special circumstance with you dating an Avenger, but other people have busy partners. You wonder how they manage a relationship when they don’t see each other so often. Maybe you were giving up too easily? But you’re tired of feeling pushed aside, like you aren’t his priority when he’s at the top of your list. You’re tired of feeling guilty for being upset when he can’t come see you. You’re just tired of feeling like you’re losing him.

Just as you start to doubt your whole plan, your ringtone breaks the silence. You pick up your phone with a shaky hand and tap on the answer button.

“Hello,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice the nervous tone of your voice.

“Hey honey, you wanted to talk?”

“Uh, yeah…” you reply, already struggling to keep your voice even.

“Is everything alright?” he’s concerned and you can imagine the look on his face.

“Yeah…yeah,” you lie, “I uh… I just wanted to talk… about us.”

“Listen honey, I’m sorry about last week but it was really-“ he begins to apologize, but you shake your head, not wanting to hear another excuse.

“It’s more than that Steve,” you interrupt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” you hesitate, trying to gather your thoughts. “Do you realize it’s almost been a month since we’ve last seen each other?”

There’s a pause before he answers, “…I didn’t know it had been so long.”

“Do you even care?” you ask, voice giving in to the mix of anger and sadness you feel. The tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Of course I care, you know I do” he defends.

“Do I though?” you question. The rehearsed words you mentally prepared are long gone. “…I’ve been sitting here thinking of what I’m doing wrong because I feel like something’s changed between us.”

“What are you talking about?” he sounds genuinely confused, “Nothing’s changed.”

“Steve… we don’t talk like we used to, I barely get to see you. I miss you all the time.”

“I know I’ve been working a lot lately,“ he acknowledges.

“And I don’t blame you for that,” you clarify.

“I know how important your job is, but… but I’m feeling a little left out here,” your voice cracks at the end. You wipe the few tears that started to fall down your face. “I mean, I feel like I barely know that part of your life. You’re gone most of the time and you never talk to me about it.”

“I can’t, for your safety. We’ve discussed that.”

“Yeah and I thought I could handle it, but you’re giving me nothing here,” you argue. “I wanna be there for you Steve, but it’s hard when you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I... I can’t. I want to but it’s better if you don’t know,” he says pleadingly. You want to believe him, but you just can’t seem to let this go.

The silence lingers over the phone.

“Maybe we should take a break,” you eventually say with defeat.

“A break?”

“Maybe we just need some time to sort things out. You can focus on your work and when things get better… we can try again.”

“No, no…” he starts to argue, “that’s not fair.”

“Steve, please…” you beg, “just try to see where I’m coming from. I still love you, I always will. I just think we need this.”

He doesn’t say a word, making you anxious.

“Steve-”

You’re cut off by the phone hanging up. You sit in disbelief, letting the weight of the conversation fall on you.

You spent the rest of the night just curled up on the couch. You keep questioning your decision. In your mind, this was the right thing to do, despite the heartbreak you knew you’d be feeling. But you didn’t think it would hurt as much as it does now.

Steve’s reaction made you rethink the idea of a break. You worry that he thinks you don’t love him anymore when it’s the complete opposite. You did this because you love him. You didn’t want to lose him completely, but it looks like you lost him anyways. Maybe, deep down, a part of you was trying to save yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.

The living room was dark, the only light coming from the street lights outside. The tears have stopped flowing, but the headache lingers. It’s almost 2 in the morning and despite being worn out from crying, you have trouble sleeping. You’re about to get up for a glass of water when you hear a knock on your door.

Your first reaction is to panic, because you weren’t expecting anyone at such a late hour. You mentally run through the self defense moves Steve insisted on teaching you. Slowly, you approach the door, trying to not make any noise.

Knock knock knock.

“It’s me.”

It’s softly spoken, but you hear him loud and clear. You quickly open the door to reveal Steve with a look of sorrow on his face. You can’t help but stare at him in shock, taking in his disheveled appearance.

“I don’t want a break,” he says hoarsely, breaking you out of your trace.

You all but pounce toward him and wrap your arms around his neck. He immediately wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that reminds you of home. Despite everything that happened over the phone, you feel a flood of relief from finally being in his arms.

You stood in his embrace, relishing the feeling of him being there for a good minute before you pulled away. You meet his eyes, noticing the tears surrounding them and it hurts your heart.

“We should talk,” you say, voice rough from the crying just hours ago.

You’re sitting side by side on your couch. You look at him and can’t believe that he drove all the way to your place in the middle of the night. You can see the worry on his face and you want nothing more than to comfort him, but you hold back because you want an explanation first.

“So..” you start off, “you don’t want a break?”

“Y/N, I know I’ve messed up, but please don’t give up on us,” he says with pleading eyes.

“I don’t want to. I thought that’s what you would’ve wanted. I thought…” you shy away from his stare, “maybe you didn’t want me anymore.”

Steve looks at you with guilt, realizing for the first time how much he’s hurt you, “I’m sorry… I know I’ve been saying that a lot lately but I never wanted you to feel like I didn’t want to be with you.”

“Then what's been going on?” you ask, looking back at him, determined to know why it took you asking for a break to get him here.

Steve looks down at his hands, visibly nervous. Why? You have no idea.

“Talk to me Steve,” you encourage him. “Please.”

He turns to look at you, taking a breath before saying “I’ve been looking for Bucky.”

You’re immediately confused. Out of all the things you thought of him saying, this was never one of them.

“Bucky? Bucky Barnes?” you question. You knew of his friend from the stories he would tell you. Bucky was practically a brother to Steve.

“Yes,” he says easily, but it just makes you more confused. The thought of Steve going crazy briefly crosses your mind.

“He’s the Winter Soldier,” he explains. You recognize that name from the news. He was a part of the incident that happened in DC.

“What? H-How would that even be possible?” you question, not really being able to wrap your head around it. From what you knew, Bucky died in war back in the 40s.

“HYDRA was using him. They found him after he fell from the train and they brainwashed him for decades until I was able to snap him out of it when we fought in DC,” Steve continues, “After he saved my life, he disappeared.”

The pain in his voice is evident as he talks about his friend. You scoot closer to him and you take his hand into yours, offering him comfort.

“Sam and I have been following any lead we could to find him,” he explains, “I’ve been doing that along with all the other missions I get sent on. That’s why I’ve been gone so much.”

It finally makes sense to you.

“Oh Steve,” you say, “I wish you would’ve told me this sooner.”

“I know honey, I should have…” he squeezes your hand, which you reciprocate.

“HYDRA is evil. I’ve seen how cruel they can be,” he continues. “The thought of them coming anywhere near you kills me,” his voice filled with emotion and his eyes gloss over with tears. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to get out of that headspace…”

He looks away from you, head down, “you shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

You reach over with your free hand to touch his face. “Steve,” you turn his head to look at you. His blue eyes shine even in the dim lighting. “Please don’t shut me out. I want to know these things. You don’t have to tell me everything, but I just want to be there for you. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

Your eyes beg him to understand you. “And I get it now. Bucky is your friend and I know you’ll find him again someday. Just don’t put all that stress on yourself,” your thumb wipes away a stray tear falling down his face. “I want to help you in any way I can. You can always come back to me.”

He subtly nods and looks at you, faces only a breath apart. “I don’t deserve you,” he says quietly, like he’s in disbelief.

He closes the distance, lips finally meeting yours. Your eyes flutter shut, as you continue to cradle his face in your palms. You focus on conveying all your love for him into the kiss. You pull away briefly to move on to his lap as he leans back into the couch. His hands naturally fall on your hips as you get impossibly close.

You break the kiss again, “Promise not to leave me again,” you plead, but your tone is much lighter this time. You never wanted to leave his arms again.

He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowing a bit, “I can’t promise that,” you give him a sad smile, already knowing that. His hand leaves your hip to push a stray hair behind your ear, “but I can promise that I will talk to you more and show you how much you mean to me more often. ”

You genuinely smile at that.

“This is important to me,” he says, pulling you closer, emphasizing his words, “you’re important to me.”

“I love you”

“I love you too,”

You lean back in to kiss him again, smiling in between because you’re happy to have your Steve back. And you know things will get better from here. There’s still going to be some tough nights when you miss him and he can’t be there, but you know he’ll be missing you just as much. You won’t have to doubt his love for you again.

You pull away once more, “Remember how you said, you’d make it up to me?” you question with a mischievous look in your eye.

“Yeah,” he says looking at you expectantly.

You simply raise your eyebrows and smirk at him. He catches on and mouths an “oh”.

You’re lifted from the couch so you latch onto Steve’s shoulders, giggling loudly at the sudden movement. He carries you into your bedroom, where he definitely made up for lost time.

You slept much easier that night.

hope you enjoyed reading! 🤍 reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!! let me know if you liked it :)

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purplebass · 4 years ago

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Hanging On // Thomastair AU

#5 and last Celebratory Fic! It was meant to be something else, but then I didn't finish and I thought this one would be better. You'd probably get the other fic sooner or later, as well as the other requests you may have sent me during these last few months. I had the idea for this Thomastair AU while watching this ambience video. Perhaps you could watch it while you read, use it as bg music. lol. Like the title said, this is a Thomastair coffee shop AU with Eugenia, because I've wanted to write something with her in it. Enjoy!

Characters: Thomas Lightwood, Alastair Carstairs, Eugenia Lightwood Words: 1637

Thomas stared at the early evening crowd of the coffee shop where he worked part-time and sighed. He liked his job, and not just because his parents owned the place and entrusted him and his sister Eugenia to run it. There was something about coffee-making and cake-serving that fascinated him. Perhaps the faces people made once they got their orders or the simple fact of interacting with them, even if they just told him what they wanted. Not everyone was open to conversation, so Thomas mostly observed the clients. He saw a different array of expressions everyday. Relief. Despair. Pain. Joy. There was someone who even cried while sipping their hot chocolate once. It wasn’t the chocolate’s fault.

The coffee shop where Thomas worked was mostly frequented by university students. People around his age who had decided to go on with their studies instead of hunting for a job. He was interested in following some paths, but didn’t feel like enrolling into any institute to pursue his interests, at least for the moment. He was happy making other people feel better for now.

“The coffee won’t make itself, Thomas,” his older sister Eugenia said, serving a brunette at the far end of the table.

He hated when his sister rushed him, but then again he had been distracted for a while. “Coming,” he replied with a sigh, and gave a professor his order.

It was Friday, which meant that it wasn’t just the last day of classes for students, but also their karaoke night. It wouldn’t start until eight, and some small groups of people were already tucking their notebooks away and gathering to order their dinners before their tone-deaf singing session at Thomas’ expense. Eugenia might not know that, but Thomas didn’t ask to have the 6pm-10pm shift because he was crazy. She told him that only someone who didn’t value his free time could choose that shift, because people got very excited when they sang karaoke together.

“What is going on?” Eugenia asked, shaking Thomas from his thoughts.

He was staring at the door and he probably hadn’t heard her. “Nothing is going, sister. Nothing,” he repeated, and used that as an excuse to go to the bathroom before rush hour.

He didn’t want to tell his sister that he had been waiting for someone to show up, and that person was late. Well, he didn’t know if he was late, but he was usually there to eat dinner around that hour, and he hadn’t showed up yet. Thomas bit his lip. Perhaps he had a date. An exam. Something that prevented him from coming. He knew he was overthinking. His sister was right, there was something going on, and he needed to take care of it. He should have kept distractions to a minimum while he worked, unless he wanted Eugenia to tell their parents that he wasn’t doing his duty the way they expected him to.

Thomas shook his head, hitting someone along the way because he wasn’t paying attention due to his overthinking. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He was about to gasp, because the person he had bumped into was exactly the one he had been waiting for.

“You should watch where you’re going, giant,” the guy said, locking his ebony colored eyes with Thomas. He was frowning, but then again, what was new? He always frowned. That dark haired man was one of those people who no matter how many coffee drank, they always seemed defeated. As if not even that could help their mood. Perhaps the guy was someone whose coffee made him more nervous. Maybe he was a tea guy. No, he likes black coffee, Thomas. And you know it. It’s not the coffee’s fault if it doesn’t lift his mood.

Thomas wanted to say something, anything to keep the conversation going, but he couldn’t find the words, so the handsome stranger walked away, leaving him there with his heart thumping and two flushed cheeks.

Thomas knew that his heart would thunder in his chest when the stranger would go on stage and sing a song. For whom, he didn’t know, since he was often by himself typing away on his laptop until the shop’s crowd would thin and he would leave. What he did know was that the guy’s voice was amazing, that he couldn’t stop staring whenever he went on stage. Why was nobody listening to him? Tonight, though, while groups of two or more students went on singing random hits and wouldn’t leave the mic to someone who could actually sing, the guy stayed focused on his computer.

“Alright, I’m going home,” Eugenia announced at some point. Good thing he had been waiting for her, otherwise she would have found him staring and he didn’t want to answer any question she might ask. Not yet. “Will you be okay closing the place by yourself?”

Thomas, who had been doing it for weeks, just shrugged. “For the millionth time, Eugenia, yes,” he glanced at the tables, seeing movement in the direction of the area where the guy was sitting.

“Hey, don’t get angry, little brother,” she got closer to him, just as the guy stood up and got the mic from the last improvised singer.

“I’m not angry, just tired,” Thomas said a little bluntly, his eyes already set on the stranger as the song he chose to sing started playing.

“He’s good,” he heard Eugenia whisper to him. “I didn’t think he knew how to sing.”

“Do you know him?” he wondered with interest.

Eugenia raised an eyebrow, already trying to make up the reason why Thomas had asked. “I don’t, personally. But our sister Barbara does. He’s an International Relations student named Alastair, or at least that’s what she told me the last time she was here and he was too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Thomas, for real. Why do you want to know?”

Thomas was thankful that the lights were dimmed, otherwise his sister would have caught his flushed cheeks. “Can’t I be curious? It’s not like I’ve asked you the secret formula for Coke, sister.”

Eugenia nodded with a smirk plastered on her face. “Do you want me to introduce him to you?” she offered, and Thomas stilled.

“What, no,” he said, trying to seem as disinterested as possible.

His sister shrugged, then she walked away. In the meantime they were talking, the guy had already sung his piece and sat back down at his lonely table.

Thomas glanced at his wristwatch. There was still one hour before the place would close, maybe he would sing another song? Nope. He just ate in silence as he checked things on his laptop and occasionally typed other things from a notebook by his side, which was his only companion. The clock soon signaled that it was a little past 10, and after the last group of customers had left, Alastair was the only one left in the room. Had he lost track of time? Because he seemed unbothered. Thomas believed that was the universe giving him a chance to talk to him, but he still waited half an hour before doing that. Silly.

He took one big breath of encouragement and walked to the table. You can do it. “I’m sorry, but we are closing. You must leave.”

Alastair’s hands halted on the keyboard, and he looked up. “For a person so imposing, you have the bad habit of saying sorry too much.”

“What’s wrong with saying sorry?”

“Absolutely nothing. But I’m not sorry for staying here past the service hours,” he replied with what Thomas thought was hostility. “I’m finishing a paper, can’t you wait a little more?”

Thomas frowned. “I’m sorry,” he said again, then bit his lip in frustration. “But I have to close the shop and go home.” What was he doing? Why wasn’t he saying that he didn’t mind if he stayed more? Ah, yes. Embarrassment. But also determination. He didn’t know this person, and even if he liked him, he couldn’t make an exception for anybody. Right?

Alastair started to laugh, and Thomas was puzzled. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you laugh,” Thomas said before the other could say anything.

Alastair’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s the first time I had the guts to talk to you,” he replied, then started packing his things in his black laptop bag.

Thomas started sweating. He didn’t expect it. “Me too,” he said. There was an imperceptible stop in Alastair’s movements, as if he had been caught off guard just like he was.

“I was joking,” he told him, rising from his chair, and Thomas froze. “About finishing the paper, I mean,” he added, and Thomas didn’t hide the relief he felt at the admission. “I just wanted to talk to you. I’ve been wanting to do it for several weeks, Thomas.”

“You know how to sing, Alastair,” Thomas said, wondering how he knew his name. But it was fair, he also knew his name through third parties. He registered Alastair’s shock. “What do you say we meet tomorrow after my shift and we talk more?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he answered.

“I thought you would never agree,” he countered.

If only I talked to him sooner, Thomas thought, as he and Alastair exited the coffee shop. It was okay, the ice was broken now. He finally had the guts to interact with him, and he thought that the evening shift was totally worth it, unlike what Eugenia may think.

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lovelywingsart · 3 years ago

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Yeah, I think I'm gonna disappear for a little bit... Mental state isn't doing well at all and its gotten progressively worse within a few hours...

In the meantime, I'll still answer asks and whatnot...! 🥺 There just... won't be much, if any, art. I'll occasionally make an Ask post, or maybe a random Headcanon post if I can think of anything. Again, they're always open! Feel free to send them whenever if you have any. I'll also be writing a bit, too.

I'm just tired right now and acting happy online is exhausting at this point... I love you guys though, don't forget that. 💙

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moon-in-daylight · 5 years ago

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Ignored / Dhawan!Master x reader

Summary: The Master has spent the last week focused only on developing his new plan against The Doctor. Tired of being ignored, you try to get his attention.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Smut, teasing, masturbation, oral sex

A/N: This is the first smut I write in some time (I’m not really counting the one I wrote for ‘Save you’ because that was part of a wider story and it felt different idk) I was a bit nervous about it, but I think I’m satisfied with the result. I want to thank @13atoms for proofreading this for me and giving me her lovely opinion ❤

The Master’s TARDIS never ceased to amaze you. You had no idea how Time Lords’ technology worked, but the fact that the ship could recreate its own spaces and design new rooms was simply unbelievable. You could spent hours in there, wandering through the corridors and you would always find new places, new things to do between those walls. You never thought you could get bored inside that time machine…

Well, you were wrong.

After spending what you calculated was like a week inside the TARDIS, you found yourself desperate to go on adventures, to get some fresh air or at least have some kind of interpersonal interaction.

You had tried time and time again to get The Master’s attention, to convince him to take you anywhere or anytime and taking you on an adventure, but he claimed to be extremely occupied putting together his new plan to defeat The Doctor.

At first, you had decided to leave him alone in the console room, hoping he would be over with whatever he was working on in less than a few hours. Considering the ease in which The Doctor usually ruined his plans, you supposed it wouldn’t take him much time or effort to come out with one of them.

Once again, you were mistaken.

As the days passed, you slowly watched the console room become a mess, discarded papers with unfinished diagrams written in them all over the room. You weren’t even sure he had left the console room in the whole week he had been working on his plan, nor if he had eaten or slept at all. He probably didn’t need to, but you were still worried about his state.

Plus, he hadn’t even looked at you at all in that time.

The lack of attention he was giving you drove you mad. Usually, you were his center of attention whenever you both were alone in the TARDIS, spoiling you with anything and everything you could ask for and never leaving you unattended for extended periods of time. Being accustomed to him treating you like the queen he claimed you were, the fact that he wouldn’t even raise his head to look at you when you came into the room was even painful to you.

The situation couldn’t continue that way any longer. You missed him. You were desperate for him, for the slightest crumb of his affection. And, most important of all, you weren’t sure how longer you could keep wandering through the TARDIS’ corridors without going insane from boredom.

You had to do something about it.

Entering in the console room, you found him in the exact same position you had left him the last time you had been there, typing something inside the console and taking some notes of what appeared on the screen. You recognized the language as Gallyfreyan, but you couldn’t understand a word of it.

“I feel like visiting a new galaxy.” You tried to start a conversation, already knowing that it would be useless.

“That sounds wonderful, love.” He muttered automatically, not lifting his eyes from the screen he was looking at.

“Maybe we could take over some random planet.” You continued.

“Aha.”

“And enslave its residents.”

“Yeah.”

You looked at him for a few seconds, well aware that he hadn’t listened to a word you had said. In the meantime, he kept himself busy, attention completely set in whatever he was scheming.

“I’ve been thinking about leaving you.” You lied in hopes that would make him react.

“You do that, pet.” He encouraged you, his mind still somewhere else.

“I’m wondering if The Doctor has a spare bedroom for me in her TARDIS…” Putting a special emphasis in his enemy’s name, you waited for him to answer.

“Did you say something about The Doctor?” He finally turned to you, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“I said we could enslave some alien race.” You shrugged innocently.

“Oh.” Immediately after hearing your answer, he turned back to what he was doing. “Maybe later. I’m kind of busy right now.”

Watching him return to ignoring you, you couldn’t hold back the desperate sigh that left your lungs. It had been like that the whole week, and you didn’t know what else to try to get him to take a rest from thinking about The Doctor. You were almost jealous of her at that point.

Refusing to give up, you walked up to the console and sat on it, right beside where he was working. He didn’t even seemed to be bothered by it.

“You don’t mind, do you?” You asked, getting no response from him. “Of course you don’t.”

Looking down to him, you observed the work he was doing, the way his fingers rapidly typed over the console’s buttons and noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up, showing his forearms. You instantly wished his hands were on you instead, the idea sending a shiver down your spine.

That thought resonated through your head as you bit your lower lip, a new plan to get his attention already forming in your head.

Your stare kept fixed on him as your hand slowly started to caress the skin of your thighs, imagining his fingers were the ones teasing you instead. He had never gone so long without fucking you before. If he felt half as touch starved as you were, he wouldn’t be able to keep ignoring you after this.

And if that didn’t work, you were ready to give up completely.

Running your tongue through your lips as your hand ghosted your still clothed core, you split your legs open, taking some of his working space. He still didn’t react, oblivious to what was going on right beside him as he was still focused on the screen in front of him. You took two fingers inside your mouth, sucking them with a loud hum before slipping them under your clothes, starting to play with yourself.

You closed your eyes at the sensation, your body slightly tensing at the feeling of finally being touched. Your fingers moved in circular motions around your clit, mimicking the intensity The Master would use on you if he were the one masturbating you. As you felt your breathing starting to unsettle, you let out a loud groan and opened your eyes again.

That was when his gaze finally met yours.

You bit your lip in order to hold back the smirk that threatened to form in your face when you saw his reaction, eyes shimmering as they observed your form and jaw clenching as he swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

Ignoring him like he had been doing with you, you kept focused on pleasuring yourself, satisfied with having his stare on you and you only. When you felt his hand placed on your leg and moving slowly towards your inner thigh, you slapped it away with the one you had free.

“I believe you have more important things to do.” You recalled to him with a false innocent tone, your breathing still unsettled as you felt the heat forming slowly inside of you.

“That can wait.” The Master assured, voice husky and eyes already undressing you.

“Oh, just ignore me.” You moaned, your hips deliberately rocking against your own fingers, well aware of what you were doing to him. “I wouldn’t want to distract you from what you were doing.”

He let out a loud, impatient sigh, eyes never leaving yours as you knowingly smirked at him. He was going to make you pay for that later, but for now you could have some fun.

Deliberately, you increased the speed in which your fingers moved around you, the sounds that came out of your mouth louder and more obscene with every second that passed. You normally weren’t that noisy when touching yourself, but you were putting up a show for him to enjoy – or rather to endure.

You kept looking at him as he shifted uncomfortably around you, trying to place himself between your legs but desisting from it when you placed your free hand on his chest, preventing him from getting any closer to you. The desperation in his eyes for touching you only sent you closer to climax.

“It’s a bit late already.” He growled. “If you didn’t want to distract me, I mean.”

“Such a shame.” You shrugged before letting a finger slid inside of you.

Your hand clenched around the lapel of his vest as you moved your finger in and out of you with a painfully slow pace, your legs shaking from pleasure. Watching the way he stared at you with big, pleading eyes, you almost felt sorry for him. But he deserved some teasing for once, that would definitely teach him not to neglect you again.

“You’re dying to touch me, aren’t you?” You taunted him, the smile never leaving your face. He seemed to consider getting into your little game for a second before nodding silently. Now there was no doubt, he was at your utter mercy. “Well, you’ve had all week to do so. Why should I let you do it now?”

“If I were the one touching you, you would be reaching your third orgasm by now.” The Master stated, making your inner walls involuntarily clench with the sound of his voice.

“But you aren’t.” You added, letting your fingers out of your entrance and spreading your natural lubrication between your folds. You were soaking at this point, and you knew he could tell. “And I’m doing okay on my own, thank you.”

With your fingers rubbing strongly against your clit again, you had to suppress your need to moan his name out loud, refusing to give him that satisfaction. Your whimpers became louder as you came closer to your climax, you almost could feel it about to take over your body when his voice stopped you.

“Please.”

As soon as you heard the word come out of your mouth, you froze. You couldn’t recall ever hearing him using that word. You had never pictured him as the pleading kind… You must have had him even worse than you had first intended or imagined.

“You have to promise me you won’t ever ignore me again.” You spoke, tone deadly serious. “Is that understood?”

“Absolutely.” He agreed, cursing himself for ever having allowed you to think you meant anything other than the world to him.

You nodded your head in a single gesture of consent before watching him desperately drop to his knees, barely wasting a second before undoing your pants and freeing you from every piece of clothing. You were surprised when he quickly put his mouth on you and eagerly started to eat you out, sucking on the hood of your clit and starting to build again the orgasm that had faded just seconds ago.

No teasing, no punishing for the way in which you had taunted him.

The last thing you would have expected was for him to be so gentle with you. You were expecting him to roughly fuck you against the machine’s controls. To bend you over and thrust into you for hours until you were trembling and asking him for a release he would deny at first as a punishment for your insolence, for revealing against your Master.

He would eventually let you cum. Once you had redeemed yourself to him, of course.

But he didn’t seem to want to punish you as his tongue licked your folds clean. Quite the opposite actually.

You placed your hand on the top of his head, playing with his hair as he pleasured you with devotion. When he slid two fingers inside of you, you couldn’t prevent yourself from screaming his name, legs trembling as you reached your first orgasm.

As you came down from your high, you could almost feel the wide smirk that had formed in his face.

The Master stood up from the floor and kissed you. It was desperate, needy. You hummed into the kiss as you felt your own taste in his tongue.

Wanting to return him the favor, you got off the console. You were about to get on your knees when his hand placed itself on your crotch, fingers already playing with you again.

“I told you I would be making you cum at least three times.” He chuckled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you got ready for another round. “Now, I’ve got to keep my promises, right pet?”

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masterjedilenawrites · 4 years ago

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The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 27

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: N/A

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 27: Questions and Answers

Your legs had moved before you had fully processed what they were running toward. You embraced your mother, one of many loved ones you'd never thought you'd see again, in the little room on the strange planet you'd been brought to by the Empire. You would've cried had you not been so utterly dumfounded.

"Mom?" you whispered again, pulling away from her grasp to get a good look at her. She had tears in her eyes and was stroking your hair, also in disbelief over your presence. She looked as well as she'd ever been. Healthy. No signs of abuse or neglect. She even had a bit of make-up on, now smudged a little in the corner of one watery eye. She also wore one of those white suits you'd seen earlier, with an Imperial insignia that matched the one stitched on your jumper.

"I'm so glad you're alive," she said through her tears, cooing your name and bringing you in for another hug.

You stiffened in her arms, still not able to fully relish the moment with so many questions on your mind. You'd come looking for answers and were met with more confusion than ever. You'd had enough.

"Mom," you said firmly, pulling back and holding her at arm's length. "What is going on? How... why are you here?"

She wrapped her hands around to grasp yours, giving them a squeeze as she looked at you sympathetically. "It's a long story, hun."

"I have time."

Her face faltered in its relief as she now took in your features. Your even gaze, the seriousness of your voice. Your disheveled hair and the bags beneath your eyes. The tension you'd held in your shoulders for months. She looked at you the way she'd had whenever you'd been sick, or had had a bad day at school, or when you'd come home crying from your first rejected crush... Wanting to help you, to heal you, but knowing there was only so much even a mother could do.

"Very well," she smiled, motioning to a little sofa nearby. "We should sit. Would you like some tea or...?"

"No." You wanted answers.

She nodded knowingly and joined you on the sofa, sitting just close enough that she could reach back out for you should you want her to. She ran her aging hands across her face, through her hair, sighing. "Where to begin."

"Did the Empire take you when they invaded home?" you asked, too impatient to not help her start somewhere.

She gave you a rueful smile. "That depends. Which invasion are you referring to?"

You gulped and kept your eyes trained on her, not wanting to miss a single detail as she eventually leaned onto the backrest of the couch and launched into her story.

"The Empire claimed our planet a long time ago, when you were very young. We didn't have resources, we weren't in a strategic location for them... but we did have people, very bright people who were more than willing to work with this new group if it meant access to advanced technology. It was all behind the scenes. The Empire didn't have the strength to conquer through force yet, and our leaders didn't want the masses to be aware of other systems. Your dad and I... We got caught up in it by accident. They were mostly recruiting scientists, engineers, medical researchers.... But they also needed other support positions filled, too. We knew some people... We were struggling with loans... It just... happened."

Your mom sighed and ran another hand over her face, showing that despite her healthy appearance, the situation had taken its toll on her deep within. A part of you did want to embrace her again, but you also didn't want to get distracted. Krennic would be coming at any time; you needed to get as much of the story as you could before then.

"We ended up supporting projects around hyperspeed technology, which then turned into experiments with teleportation."

"The portals," you muttered.

She nodded slowly, her eyes far off as she looked into the past. "Dad and I weren't developing the technology ourselves, but we became very close with the scientists that were. We knew they could easily program the destinations and pick the people they wanted to move. But the Empire was growing stronger. There were threats of attack and even war. Other divisions would finish their work and then mysteriously disappear. Our scientist friends were scared to admit they'd succeeded. So they lied, said it would take time to figure out how to control it."

Your mom gulped, her hands wringing together in her lap. You could tell her voice was dry. "And then we came up with a plan. It was... difficult... But we didn't have many other options. We... We used the technology to get certain people to safety. But we had to keep up the appearance that it was random so... well, we couldn't save everyone."

She hung her head, as if in shame. Your stomach twisted. "One of us would pick someone from our family and send them to a random planet. And then we'd move some random people around other parts of the galaxy for a while. And then another would get to save someone from their family. Bounty hunters were hired to go collect them and take to a safe house. The decisions they had to make... who to chose, who to save...."

She trailed off, but only momentarily. "By the time it was our turn, one of the supervisors had caught on. Orson Krennic. He had been planning to shut down the department. The portal technology used up too many resources and there was more promise with some of his other projects. But when he found out it could be controlled, he struck a deal. He'd take us all, with our families, to this planet, Eadu, where we'd be spared from the impending attack on our home. We just had to share the codes to control the portals."

Your mom shook her head again, still avoiding eye contact. "We agreed, and your dad was sent to Eadu with some of the others for the first trip. The rest of us would be taken later. But then one night I got a message from him saying Krennic had gone back on his word, and that he had an opportunity to open one last portal before fleeing with the codes. We--"

She stopped short. A tear trickled down her cheek, pooling at her chin for a moment before she furiously wiped it away. She took in a deep breath and shook her head, trying to cast off the obvious guilt and grief. "We wanted to save everyone, all the people we loved. But we also knew there was going to be a war. We had to save others, people who could fight and stand up for our planet. It was the most difficult decision we ever had to make. But I told him to just take you, that I would find a way to get the others off the planet.

"After you disappeared, Krennic's soldiers came for me. They wanted to know where your dad went, how to recreate the codes he stole. I told them I could recreate part of it from memory, but only if they spared the rest of the family. They brought me here, and I honored the agreement, but I only knew so much. All the other scientists had chosen to be killed rather than give away their secrets. And in the meantime, the others that had gone through the portal with you were able to go back and sneak thousands of people off the planet. It sounded like the rest of our family made it out, but they won't give me details. All I know is Krennic's been trying like crazy to capture you, hoping it will flush your dad out of hiding with the codes. I figured that meant the others ended up in hiding too, or... well... you know...."

There was silence as you let everything sink in. Your mom took in a few more breaths to calm her nerves, trying for a smile as she finally looked up at you. "Don't get me wrong, I am so, so happy to see you alive and safe. But I'd been praying they wouldn't find you, that our bounty would've been enough to get you to your father instead of me...."

"Bounty?" you asked, discovering your voice was as dry as hers.

Your mom nodded. "We'd already done our research, so when it would finally be our turn to send someone, we'd have the best bounty hunter keeping them safe. But when your dad contacted me for our final plan, to send you, we knew the Empire could easily raise the price and have the guy turn you into them instead. So your dad set a bounty higher than we thought they could match. He gave all of our savings to the bounty hunter Boba Fett and told him it was an advancement. He said he'd figure out how to get you away from Fett later, all that mattered was just getting you off the planet. Krennic was furious when he found out, but then he kept talking about going after you, and I knew it meant Fett hadn't succeeded in getting you to your dad."

"No," you rasped, your voice sounding distant. "He didn't know where to find him. The transmission was cut off."

Your mom bowed her head knowingly. "He must have run into trouble. But the fact they've still be trying to get you means he's still out there somewhere."

You felt yourself standing up, pacing about the room slowly, but not really comprehending your own actions. Your mind was reeling, going through all the information over and over again in an effort to make sense of it... to accept it.

The buyer, the mysterious and wealthy person you'd been searching for, was your dad. He was out there, hiding, protecting the galaxy from a piece of technology the Empire would surely use for only more destruction and power. And your mom was just as much a part of that effort, doing what she could to quietly protect her family. Your planet had fallen to the Empire, but its people carried on elsewhere. Your family could very well be among them.

You weren't sure how to feel. You allowed a few tears to well in your eyes, but they stung. You wanted to be relieved, to bask in the sensation of finally knowing the truth. You wanted to feel free from the worry and fear that you were being hunted for no reason. And you supposed you did feel those things, but there was something else, too. Something you couldn't quite understand.

The sound of your name broke through your heavy thoughts. You looked over at your mom as she addressed you, preparing to say something else. Possibly a comforting word, or maybe a few questions of her own. But she wasn't able to get it out, not before you heard the door open and saw Orson Krennic emerge from the hall behind you.

"Done catching up?" he asked with a sly quirk of his mouth. "Good. Let's see if we can't get your father to join the reunion."

#star wars #boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #romance #fluff #mystery #team up #lots of planets #bounty hunting #making plans #the empire #orson krennic #family #friends #home

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lovingoneweisalifestyle · 4 years ago

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A - Z Dating

A/N: I’m going to do all the members seperately because i feel like it’ll be too long of a post if i put them all in one. i hope that’s okay. Also you might notice that i skipped a couple of letters, it was on purpose because i couldn’t think of anything. Enjoy!

Yonghoon:

A: Affection

Yonghoon is a very cuddly boy and would shower you in his overflowing affection.

B: Before Dating

Before dating, he’d drop some not-so-subtle hints and end up making both of you flustured.

C: Confession

When he finally mustured up the courage to confess, he did it in a cheesy romantic way. Asked you out with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

D: Dates

As cheesy as it sounds, he considers every moment you spend together to be a date. If you’re together by yourselves, it’s a date.

E: Experience

I feel like he would have some dating experience dating. He’d probably go to his friends and mom for advice. He’d for sure do the cheesy romantic clichés he sees in movies.

F: Fighting

He’d hate to fight with you. Fights would happen almost never and when they did happen, it’s not yelling. The fights end with someone crying and lots of cuddles.

G: Getting to know his family

He was so excited to introduce you to his family. When you hit it off with his parents and brother, he was so happy. They welcomed you into the family and you couldn’t have had a more welcoming atmosphere.

H: Home

Since he had to live in the dorm, he promised you that when he gets his own place, you’re going to move in with him. In the meantime, he drops by your place often and even has some of his clothes at your place.

I: I Love You

He’d tell you he loves you at least three times a day. All your conversations would end in “i love you” because he wants you to know how much you mean to him.

J: Jealousy

He doesn’t get jealous easily but you might need to assure him that he’s the only one for you becuase he gets a little insecure sometimes. When he does get jealous, he becomes very pouty and would cling onto you. But overall, he’d love that you’re making lots of friends!

K: Kissing

Yonghoon loves to kiss you because it gives him an excuse to hold you close. Lips, forehead, cheek, hands, he’ll kiss every inch of your body.

L: Laughter

Yonghoon would live to make you laugh. He loves the way your laugh echos in the room and would do embarassing things on purpose just to hear you laugh.

M: Missing

Yonghoon would miss you like crazy even if it’s only a day. He’ll text you whenever he’s free and would prefer calling you to hear your voice. He’d be even more affectionate when he meets up with you.

N: Nicknames

The nicknames he calls you are pretty normal ones amongst couples. Babe or baby would be his favorite to call you and he loves when you call him them as well.

O: Obsession

He loves hearing you sing. He’d encourage you and hype you up. He’d help you work on your pitch and would love to sing duets with you.

P: PDA

He doesn’t mind PDA. If he wants to kiss you, he’d pout you until he got his kiss. He’d hold your hand, wherever you went just because he wants to.

Q: Questions

He’d ask you all sorts of questions about yourself becuase he wants to know you as much possible. He’d listen intently to all your answers, making note of small things that you like and dislike.

R: Random Fact

Yonghoon always makes sure to give you a rose at the start of all your dates. If it’s your 1st or 100th date, he’d still give you a rose and before long, you picked up on his habit and it’s become tradition to exchange roses at the start of your dates.

S: Sex

Sex with Yonghoon would be very passionate. He’d make sure you feel loved and is open to new ideas in the bedroom. He’s on the dominant side but if you’d want to dom him, he’d be down to try it.

T: Texts

He sends you goodmorning and goodnight texts. He’d text you as often as he could and could text you for hours on end. He’d send you pictures of himself, asking you to pick the best one for him to post.

U: Universe

You’re his entire universe. His world revolves around you. Everyone around him is probably sick of hearing about every little thing you did but he can’t shut up about you.

V: Vacation

Even if it’s not far, he’d love to go to different places with you. Go to different cities and countries. Would probably like to be really cliché and would like to kiss you under the Eiffel Tower.

W: Whining

He’d definitely whine if you don’t give him attention. He’s like a grown child that needs attention or will stop at nothing to get it.

Z: ZZZ

He needs you to fall asleep. Loves to wrap his long limbs around your body and hold you as close as possible and loves to wake up with you in his arms.

#onewe #yonghoon #onewe yonghoon #onewe x reader #yonghoon x reader #a - z dating #request #weve

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passable-talent · 5 years ago

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Could I get some B, X, O, and Y fluff alphabet for my favorite gym leader, Miss Nessa of Galar?

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absolutely, anon! tidal wave of nessa fluff is on the way! ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

- mod ren 🦇

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Nessa; B, O, X & Y (Fluff Alphabet)

Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

You know that saying that eyes are the window to the soul, and the expressors of true emotion?

Nessa absolutely loves looking into your eyes.

They bring her comfort when she’s feeling stressed, and they provide her with reassurance and love; all with a single glance.

All she has to do is seek your gaze out from across the room to feel serene (even though being with you is much better, but that’s beyond the point).

She finds them to be extremely beautiful too, especially in the light.. Or in the way they sparkle with joy whenever she showers you with affection, or the way they light up whenever you see her. She just can’t get enough of it.

Tying in with this, she’s pretty adept at reading your emotion- It’s a little talent of hers to be able to tell when you’re upset or not.

Just like you’re able to calm any of her worries with your reassurance so easily.

These facts aside, she’s absolutely enamored by you- everything about you is amazing in her eyes.

She loves running her fingers through your hair, she loves your smile, your laugh, every little quirk of your personality, all the time you spend together at every opportunity, the way you greet her after a long day..

This list could probably continue into the abyss and beyond- She may not seem like it due to the calm and even somewhat stern demeanor she possesses in day-to-day life, but Nessa is quite the romantic at given opportunities; she could very quickly list why she loves everything about you.

As a whole, she admires you; and it’s much too complex and deep to be expressed through the love of a few qualities alone.

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On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

The changes in Nessa when she’s fallen in love are difficult to detect to an untrained eye, due to how casual they appear to be and especially how subtle they are in their beginnings.

Thanks to her demeanor and ability to keep her composure, Nessa is actually pretty good at acting normally around the one she’s pining after.

However, no one can escape certain telltale signs, and Nessa is no exception.

When she is around you, she displays very subtle physical signs; like the faintest of blushes, giving you her utmost attention, and maybe even getting a little more touchy with you than normal (nudging your arm to get you to look at something, hugging you, etc).

She may also accidentally lose her train of thought around you and appear distracted on occasion.

She isn’t one to stutter her speech directly, but she may struggle a bit with trailing off and restarting her sentences, as well- but (thankfully, she thinks) these events are a bit few-and-far between.

Nessa has a little habit of giving little gifts and trinkets to those close to her; her modeling career in addition to her position as Gym Leader gives her a bit of wiggle room as far as spending is concerned.

This habit also carries over into her endearment, as it’s one of her primary means of showing affection- the volume of gifts you get and the frequency in which it occurs will both increase a bit, and that’s a quality that may still be noticeable to those who are paying attention…

She may also gift you hand-made items (she likes making carvings!) rather than bought ones. These are special occurrences and will also increase in frequency as the two of you grow closer.

She also actively works on picking up your likes and dislikes, and this will also factor in to the types of gifts you get from her.

Nessa is pretty direct by disposition; If her feelings become obvious to others, or even to you, she isn’t going to attempt to hide it if she’s called out or asked about it. She’ll most likely own up to it, turn right around and confess to you on the spot.

No questions asked, no hesitation (despite the fact that she’d likely be now-red in the face and fighting internal fear), just forward honesty towards you.

Honesty is key for her, and she will be honest in spilling exactly how she feels to you.

Even if she isn’t confronted or asked about it first, she still may be first to initiate if enough time is given- Coming to terms with her own feelings and acknowledging them is the first step in that process, and that’s a step that doesn’t take her too long to take.

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XOXO: Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, Nessa is on a calmer side of the PDA spectrum, and yet at the same time she has nothing to hide- hand holding, hugs, and small little kisses are all in the realm of possibility.

Her fingers interlocked with yours are the most common sight in public, though; The other two are little bit less-occurring.

Behind closed doors, however, Nessa becomes a lot more affectionate and this is pretty evident in her behavior alone.

She’s a cuddler, all the way. Cuddling up with you and watching a movie or cuddling with you at her favorite lighthouse spot by the ocean are among her favorite things to do.

She has a habit of absentmindedly stroking your hair and she’ll do this a lot- Most of the time she isn’t even aware she’s doing it.

But it’s one of the many things that bring her comfort and calm.

She’s prone to feeling the need to give you extra attention as well, due to all the time she spends away from home on a day-to-day basis.

Another way she expresses affection is through her cooking- Seafood is her shining area of expertise from living in a coastal town and having a family of ocean-lovers, so if you like seafood you’re in luck. As for everything else, uh… she tries her best, right? (Thankfully she’s a quick learner. If you’re good at cooking, she’d love to learn from you..)

She still retains her affectionate streak around her family members, and she loves seeing them with you. This also applies to the other Gym Leaders and close friends.

She will spontaneously choose random times throughout your time together… and in these random times, you will get absolutely peppered in kisses.

You know, just a reminder of how much she loves you!

Quality time and physical touch are Nessa’s primary love languages- Ultimately she loves simply being in the same space as you when you both have free time, let alone being able to cuddle with you.

She loves to take you swimming as a way to spend quality time, too.

If you don’t know how to swim, congratulations! You have a new teacher now! She’ll always make sure you’re safe/doing okay in the water, too.

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Yearning: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Nessa is of course very understanding while you’re busy and/or away for something.

After all, she’s absolutely prone to the same thing and it happens quite a bit due to dual-occupations.

But that doesn’t mean she’s not prone to missing you!

Because she absolutely is, and she does quite a lot, even when she’s busy herself!

However, she tries not to get hung up on it too much. It’s a fact of busy life and it happens to everyone, too, at one point or another.

You can definitely expect a few affectionate texts heading your way, though; Ones supporting you in whatever you’re doing, ones telling you how much you mean to her, and ones stating she’s missing you and that she’s excited to see you next!

Collaborative planning your activities for when you see each other next are also pretty likely.

And she always has her Pokémon to spend time with in the meantime, too.

The fluctuating levels of ‘busy’ in her own life make missing you more bearable- sometimes her own daily stresses are enough to keep her mind off of literally everything…

And she’s perfectly content with texting and even just sending you texts, or even voice calls should opportunities for that come up. They’re satisfying in their own right.

And she’ll always try to answer your texts as often as she can, too.

And despite the fact that the wait can get pretty saddening sometimes, it just makes the next time she’s able to see you all the better!

Because no text can compare to actually hearing the sound of your voice and seeing you smile.

- mod ren 🦇

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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surveys by lets-make-surveys 1 - What did you do to celebrate your last birthday? Did you get any decent gifts? Guh I honestly barely want to recognize my birthday this year because 2020 has been a huge waste of my time...but fine, I guess I’m 22. It had been during the peak of the quarantine/pandemic, so we had no choice but to stay home. I just played the Switch all morning, then I think I watched my dad play video games, and then Angela and Hans sent over a box of sushi to our place. Real chill day.

2 - What was the last “random act of kindness” you experienced? It was my first day at the office today and I had to go up and down the stairs several times to bring packages to delivery riders, since I had to send those out to certain people. A member of the maintenance staff in the area was super nice and offered to carry some of the boxes for me, since he saw how much I was struggling with the boxes.

3 - Have you ever “paid it forward” by putting money behind the counter somewhere so the next person can get a free coffee or similar? Not yet. I’d love to be able to do that soon.

4 - What caused the last injury that made you bleed? Was it a serious injury? I was trying to open a bottle of soju last night but the cap just would not budge. Next thing I knew my finger was already bleeding. Never got to drink my soju :(

5 - Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Are you close to that person at all? One of the delivery riders who took my package earlier. Bless his soul, he was very new to the delivering thing and I think I was his first-ever customer, and he kept asking for my help. I did my best for a while but eventually I had to tell him I genuinely did not know how to answer some of his questions as I wasn’t a driver myself.

6 - What was the last item you received in the mail? Something I had ordered online. It was the gift I’m planning to give my grandma for Christmas.

7 - When was the last time you received flowers? What kind were they? A year ago, I think. It was a single stem of a rose. We were saving up last year hahaha so I had gotten her a single stem as well.

8 - Are you a fan of salted caramel? What about other “odd” combinations like sea salt and chocolate or chilli and chocolate? Ooh, I didn’t know salted caramel was considered odd; it’s a pretty common flavor here and has even gotten more popular in the last few years. I like it as a flavor in desserts, like cupcakes with salted caramel frosting. When it comes to food, I’m generally open-minded and will try any combination that exists at least once; that said, chili and chocolate sound especially intriguing haha. I’ve only ever tried chili ice cream, which was delicious.

9 - Do you enjoy watching bloopers or outtakes from TV shows? If so, which series do you think has the funniest ones? Yes. Bloopers in general are great but it’s best when they come from shows that have a reputation for being more drama-heavy and serious - that said, Breaking Bad bloopers are the fucking best. ‘Bloopers’ from animated movies are hilarious too; they were always made so well too that as a kid, I legit thought the characters were actual actors as it never crossed my mind that animators would take the extra effort and time to make bloopers out of fictional characters and that they had to be real actors in some way lol.

10 - What’s your favourite dessert food? OMG macarons for the win. I’ve been craving them so much. Cheesecake is great too, and also cupcakes.

11 - Do you have any really dangerous wild animals where you live? Have you ever encountered any of them? Nope only stray dogs and cats, and probably some chickens somewhere.

12 - Have you ever dreamed of owning your own shop? What kind of thing would you like to sell? I’ve never dreamed of this; it’s never been a goal of mine and running a business doesn’t sound like my kind of thing.

13 - Are you a twin? If not, would you ever want to be a twin? If you are a twin, do you ever wish you weren’t? No. I’ve never really found myself wishing for it, either.

14 - Do you prefer wearing your hair straight or curly? Maybe just a little wavy. Definitely not in the extreme of either side of the spectrum.

15 - Would you ever want to go and visit the moon? If I had the chance and everything was paid for and stuff, hell yeah. It’d be cool to get to cross out one of my childhood bucket list items.

16 - What was the last hot drink you had? What about cold drink? Or alcoholic drink? My last hot drink was...probably the coffee I asked my mom to make last Friday, but I did wait it out until it was considerably cooler as I didn’t want to drink it hot. My last cold drink is the iced caramel macchiato I ordered tonight and still have with me at the moment. Then for alcoholic drink, I had soju mixed with Yakult about two weeks ago.

17 - Does anything on your body hurt or ache right now? My lower back, unsurprisingly. I also cut my right middle finger trying to open a soju bottle last week, andddd I gained a blister on my right foot today because of the shoes I picked to wear for work.

18 - When was the last time you struggled to get to sleep? Was there was a specific reason for that? I can’t remember exactly when, but it happened within the last week or the last two weeks. Sometimes I just drink too much coffee during the day that it affects how sleepy I’d ultimately feel at night.

19 - What three countries would you most like to visit? Morocco, India, and Thailand.

20 - Who’s your closest friend from another country? How did you come to meet this person? I don’t really have one anymore...I’ve grown apart from my internet friends from different countries a long time ago, and I also don’t tend to keep up friendships with my friends who’ve since migrated from the Philippines to another country. I suppose the one I’m on best terms with is Angel who migrated to Toronto around a decade ago; but I use ‘best’ very loosely as the most we do is comment on one another’s posts whenever we reach like a life accomplishment, like when we graduated college.

21 - When was the last time you had a cold? With everything going on in the news, did you worry that it was COVID? It’s been a while. I can’t remember; it was definitely pre-Covid.

22 - As of today (10th December, 2020) the COVID vaccine is being rolled out in the UK. Are you going to have it once it’s available to you (if it ever is)? A part of me is a little concerned because I know vaccines take years and sometimes even decades to be fully developed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t trust doctors and science. I very much do, of course. It’s just that I’d personally prefer to wait it out first to see if it’ll have any negative effects once rolled out on a massive scale.

23 - What are your favourite websites to browse when you’re bored? Wikipedia black holes are the way to go.

24 - Do you think people should have to pass a test in order to own pets? A local animal welfare NGO already does that; Nina had to go through several tests before she was allowed to adopt Arlee. There was a verbal interview, a written form she had to fill out, and a representative from the organization even visited our house to see if it was a suitable environment for Arlee; I’m sure there was a few more steps she was required to undergo. I certainly think it’s a good and responsible process.

25 - When was the last time you fell asleep/had a nap during the day? Is this something that happens often? It’s been monthssssssssss. I don’t really take naps during the day anymore.

26 - Do you suffer/have you ever suffered with bad acne? What kind of things did you do to try and improve it? I’ve never had issues with acne and was always rather fortunate when it comes to my skin. I’ll have a pimple or two show up once or twice a year, but they go away within a week or so. Since I don’t want to jinx it, I just wash my face with water and I’ve never experimented with any skincare products ever.

27 - When you think about it, do you think it’s odd that we stop drinking human milk at a young age, but we happily drink milk from other species instead? Not really.

28 - How’s the weather where you are? Is this a good or a bad thing for you? These days it’s humid and hot during the day (as always), but now that it’s Christmas season the weather tends to plunge to like 24-26C during nighttime. I’d say the night part is good for me as I prefer being cold than hot, so I’m glad we’ll be having this weather until March at most.

29 - When was the last time you ate a pizza? What toppings did you get? Tuesday. Relatives came over then and my cousin got us pizzas. I don’t remember what toppings he got but both pizzas had stuffed crust in it.

30 - How often do you wear make-up? What kind of make-up do you wear? Wow, almost never. Gab used to put makeup on me but now that she’s gone, I don’t really see myself wearing makeup for the meantime as I definitely wouldn’t apply them onto myself.

1 - If you have caffeine late in the day, does it cause you to struggle with your sleep? Eh, sometimes. Sometimes it’ll do what it’s supposed to and make me stay up for a while, but other times it doesn’t work and I’ll end up getting sleepy the same time I usually start feeling so.

2 - When you struggle to sleep, what do you do instead? Watching videos has eternally worked for me.

3 - Who was the last person you spoke to for the first time? How did you come to speak to this person? Hmm I met my co-workers Ysa and Bea for the first time today, if it counts. I’ve only ever talked to them through Viber since we’re on a WFH set-up, but we had to go to the office today to fix up some boxes that we needed to get delivered. But the last person that I really hadn’t met nor spoken to before was Jhomar, the company messenger who takes care of pickups for the day.

4 - If you have a pet, have they ever embarrassed you in public or in front of friends or family members? What happened? Kimi is typically unfriendly towards strangers, so as cute and cuddly as he looks he would probably bite your finger off. I’ve had to explain that to guests who’ve felt puzzled about his demeanor. He’s my little baby though and I wouldn’t say he’s embarrassed me because of it. Cooper on the other hand is hyper-friendly to the point that he looks aggressive and it has scared some people away; in reality, he’s always SO pumped to meet anyone and everyone and can never contain his excitement haha. He’s literally the nicest dog.

5 - Do you leave the house every single day? I never leave the house, except if it’s to withdraw cash or go to the Starbucks drive through to pick up a coffee.

6 - Would you rather spend the day at the beach, or a day in the snow in the mountains? I would normally pick beach, but I think the mountains would be best for me at the moment.

7 - Do you prefer tops that are plain, or ones with patterns/logos/slogans? Plain.

8 - Are there any TV shows from your childhood that you still watch today? I’ll watch Spongebob every now and then. When I’m bored and have enough time on my hands I’ll sometimes watch other shows from my childhood just for that nostalgia wave, like Barney or Hannah Montana.

9 - How many texts would you say you send on an average day? Used to be hundreds, but now it’s probably like...5, on average. Sometimes I’ll need to text media for work and that’ll come up to around 15-20 texts but that happens only occasionally, like once every two weeks.

10 - Do you enjoy buying gifts for other people, or do you never know what to buy them? I never know what to buy for people. I like buying gifts for a significant other, though. I tend to spoil one to no end.

11 - Girls - if you get periods, do you suffer from period pain or any other horrible symptoms? I get the hormonal symptoms, but the physical symptoms are almost never there. My stomach will usually contract in a way that tells me it’s coming soon, but it never really aches. Most of the time, I just cry and mope a lot and that’s how I know it’s on its way, ha.

12 - The last time you were in a car, where you were travelling to? Were you the driver or a passenger? I was headed back home. but I came from the office. I was the driver as always.

13 - Who were you with the last time you went out for a meal? I took myself out on a date.

14 - What book do you wish they’d make into a film or TV series? The Septimus fucking Heap series, please. They’ve been trying to get it made into a movie series for years but as far as I know the talks have always fallen through.

15 - The age old question - do you prefer coke or pepsi? That’s a big ‘or’ for me. I don’t drink soda.

16 - What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Is this a programme you watch regularly? Bea took over the office TV earlier and she had it set to a BTS + Taylor Swift music video playlist so that we had background music while working. No, neither are my artists of choice, really.

17 - Do you have a favourite documentary subject (eg. nature, celebrities, history, crime)? Pro wrestling (a seriously underrated documentary subject) and crime. Documentaries on anthropological issues or discoveries are great as well. I do love history, but I prefer to absorb it in text/museum form.

18 - Do you prefer sweet or savoury snacks? What snack would you say is your overall favourite? Savoryyy. I get tired of sweet snacks pretty quickly. My current favorites to munch on are any salted egg flavored chips.

19 - Does having to wear a mask stop you from doing anything, just because you dislike them or find them uncomfortable? It can be harder to breathe and I get exhausted a lot faster with a mask on, but I keep it on because I would want to keep other people safe and because it’s so easy to keep a damn mask on.

20 - Do you prefer zip-up or overheard hoodies? Either is fine.

21 - If you have a yard or garden, how much time do you spend out there? I prefer the rooftop, and if I do go there I usually stay for a few hours during the evening just to have some time to myself. Being in a house with four adults can get pretty overwhelming and taxing sometimes.

22 - When was the last time someone bought you flowers? What was the occasion? I think it was for Valentine’s Day last year. If not, it was for the anniversary which was a week after Valentine’s Day.

23 - How often do you get takeaway? What’s your favourite thing to order? I don’t really do takeout. I usually dine-in or have food delivered to my place.

24 - Do you own a lot of clothing items in your favourite colour? What is your favourite colour, anyway? I don’t have a lot of clothes in pink. It’s not my best color, but I like it in everything else hahaha.

25 - When was the last time you stayed overnight away from home? Was this with friends, family or in a hotel somewhere? What was the occasion? Idk probably a sleepover at Gab’s place early this year.

26 - Would you ever be interested in seeing a live magic show? Sure. Magic shows are already a staple at kids’ birthday parties here, and I’ve always enjoyed them especially since magicians are quite the comedians too.

27 - What’s your favourite period to learn about in history? What got you interested in this particular era? I don’t have a favorite period per se but I’ve always had an affinity for the royalty. I like reading all about them, no matter what period they reigned or what house/country they’re from. Historians have kept impressive and super detailed accounts or records for most of them, so reading about their lives has also allowed me to learn more about the culture they lived through.

28 - Do you still use or carry cash, or do you pay for everything via card? I heavily rely on cash and I actually realized how behind I am just today, when Bea ordered lunch for the office. I paid her with cash and she looked at me all puzzled and was like, “Can you do bank transfer instead?” another big girl stuff I had to learn lol. Everyone in college used cash pls forgive me

29 - Are there any TV shows that remind you of your grandparents for some reason? Not really.

30 - Have you ever had to wear a tie for school or work? If not, do you know how to tie a tie without looking it up? I had a necktie as part of my uniform in my old school. I never knew how to tie it and always asked someone else to do it for me whenever it came loose.

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Wrong Road to the Right Place 7/?

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Quentin Lance, John Diggle, Thea Queen, Moira Queen, Joanna de la Vega Pairings: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Laurel finds herself curious about the marks Oliver showed her that night in his bedroom - and the tattoo on his left shoulder stands out in particular. When she discovers its meaning, she finds herself questioning everything she knows about the man she doesn’t want to admit she still loves. AO3 link

John was pretty sure this plan had about fifty different ways it could blow up in Oliver’s face. But it wasn’t easy to reason with a man in love.

Laurel was worried about Oliver, so Oliver was trying to do what he could to keep her from worrying. That part, John didn’t so much have a problem with. Truthfully, Oliver’s concern and care for the people he loved was one of the few things that convinced him he hadn’t totally cracked on that island.

The problem was he was going about it all wrong.

Where before, Oliver might have seen Laurel once a week or so, now he was scheduling regular meetups. Lunch, coffee. No dinners yet though that probably had more to do with Oliver’s standing nighttime engagement than anything else.

The first time he’d swung by CNRI to make one of those offers John had tagged along, curious to see how Laurel was going to react.

It didn’t disappoint.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Oliver had asked as he drew up to her desk. Before Laurel had had time to turn around let alone reply, he’d plunked a tall paper cup down onto the surface. “I brought coffee.”

Laurel had blinked at it. “You brought coffee to talk for a minute?”

“Well, I thought we could walk around a little bit,” Oliver continued on blithely. “They let you have breaks here, right?”

“Yes, though typically they like more than a second’s notice.” She’d lifted the lid of the cup and peered inside. “Is this an americano?”

“Yeah, four shots with hazelnut. That’s how you drink it, right?”

“I drank those in college when I had to cram for an exam,” Laurel had told him. “I’ll be up until two a.m. if I have this.”

Oliver had looked down at the floor. “Oh.”

Laurel had sent a look John’s way as if trying to ask what this all was about. He hadn’t really been able to answer.

Eventually she’d sighed and looked back to Oliver. “I can probably take a short walk. There’s a coffee place on the next street over.”

Oliver had looked back up, positive energy seemingly restored. “Great. I’ll buy you a new one. Whatever you like now.”

“I have my own wallet,” Laurel had said as she’d gathered up her purse.

Oliver hadn’t pursued the issue. He couldn’t, not without defining whatever this was — a friendly gesture or a date, he had a feeling the man hadn’t really known. Somehow the short walk there hadn’t been awkward. Laurel had asked about the club renovations, and Oliver had asked about the de la Vegas. They’d touched briefly on Thea’s upcoming birthday party and what she was planning to do as an official adult.

“Honestly, I don’t think she has any plans, even for college. That’s probably my fault,” Oliver had said. “I’m not exactly the best role model in that regard.”

“College isn’t for everyone,” Laurel had replied. “Thea just needs to find something she’s passionate about. She’s already got all the connections she could possibly need.”

“Thea’s passions seem to extend to partying and illegal substances,” Oliver had stated bluntly.

“That’s not the only thing she’s been doing while you were gone. You know she was on the archery team for a little bit? Got kicked off for playing hooky too many times, but she was pretty good. And hey,” Laurel had added as Oliver had held the door of the cafe open for her. “I know a guy.”

“That’s not funny,” Oliver had said as John had struggled to disguise his snort as a cough. That had garnered a wink from Laurel and a frown from Oliver, respectively. John had even gotten free coffee out of it when Laurel had looked to him after she’d ordered.

“Just a black coffee for me. Thank you, Miss Lance.”

“It’s Laurel. And it’s the least I could do, really. I never actually thanked you for your help when the Triad broke into my apartment. I got really lucky you and Oliver were there,” she’d added with sidelong glance at Oliver as she sipped her drink. Oliver hadn’t chosen to comment.

John had tailed their walk back at a respectable distance, not trying to listen in. He didn’t know how they had so much to talk about, what with Oliver concealing whole parts of his life and activities. But they seemed to be making do as they’d been out another five times since.

There wasn’t exactly a good way to tell if Laurel had grown less concerned about Oliver in the meantime, though she did send him the occasional questioning look whenever Oliver’s back was turned. If anything, he wondered if Oliver’s sudden increased presence around her was only making her more suspicious.

Any time John tried to bring Oliver around to the idea of just telling Laurel what was really going on, the man found some excuse to head upstairs to the club and talk to Tommy. So John made sure to follow and hover just in Oliver’s line of sight, a silent reminder that he couldn’t run from this for very long.

Today was one of those times. As a discussion about the restoration process wound down, Oliver glanced at his watch.

“I have to go meet Laurel for lunch. Let me know if there’s anything urgent. Oh, Digg,” Oliver added, like he’d only just had the thought. “Feel free to take a lunch break or something. I should be alright for an hour.”

John didn’t dignify it with a response, and Oliver turned and left the club.

“So are they dating now or what?” Tommy Merlyn asked in his direction without actually looking at him. The laugh in his voice was sharp and discordant.

“It’s not really my business, Mr. Merlyn,” John answered. He went downstairs to avoid continuing that talk.

The one thing puzzling him was what had led Laurel to think Oliver was in a bad spot. She clearly didn’t believe he was the Hood. And other than Walter going missing, there wasn’t too much to raise an eyebrow at on the surface.

So the Walter angle. Did she have some kind of information about his disappearance they weren’t privy to? Or was it a wild guess on her part borne of Oliver’s odd behavior the last few months?

Then there was her mentioning a bad crowd her friend had fallen in with. The only person Oliver had been hanging around recently who fit that description was Helena. But it had been a good month and a half since Helena had been in town, so who had Laurel really meant?

She’d been more affected by Oliver’s hospitalization than even his own family. Yet she couldn’t know why he’d really been hospitalized. Or could she? There was obviously something she wasn’t telling Oliver or the Hood, just as Oliver wasn’t telling her the whole truth. They were both just watching the other and waiting.

Whenever that wait was over, John hoped Oliver wouldn’t find he’d ruined a good thing he could’ve had.

—-

She wasn’t really sure what to make of it. Oliver’s seemingly random insistence on spending so much time together might have been a welcome change, if Laurel didn’t know what she did. Since she did, however, she couldn’t help wondering if there was some kind of ulterior motive at play.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t have a good time with him; they’d always been close even before they’d dated, and truthfully she was always going to like being around Oliver. She certainly didn’t feel as though she was in danger in his company.

And the more he was around her, the less time he had for any sort of Bratva business, so really it was a win-win. Even if she still didn’t know what his status regarding the organization was. Or why they’d taken Mr. Steele and what sort of ultimatum they might have given Oliver to get him back.

Maybe Oliver was seeking her out because he was conflicted. Making that sort of decision, she couldn’t imagine what it had to be like. If her presence gave him some sort of comfort, she wouldn’t begrudge him that. She just wished he’d open up to her, let her actually help him. Not that she had a specific plan in mind.

If she went to her father now, Oliver would be in Iron Heights faster than she could blink. He wouldn’t want to hear any of her arguments about the island and the coercion Oliver must have faced. And that wasn’t even touching on what might happen to Mr. Steele as a result.

Perhaps Oliver’s family was a better option. If Laurel could convince him to talk to his mother, Mrs. Queen might have some idea of how to make a deal with the Bratva to release both Mr. Steele and Oliver. It might cost quite a sum, but if it meant they’d be safe she couldn’t imagine Mrs. Queen wouldn’t do it.

These thoughts loomed large in her mind the night of Thea’s birthday party, but, as seemed to constantly be the case, Laurel was forced to set them aside when disaster struck the Queens again; Thea left her own party while drunk and under the influence of Vertigo and was picked up by the cops after a car accident.

No one had been hurt, but that was where Thea’s luck ran out. Her case was being heard by Judge Brackett, and he was currently running a re-election campaign with a hardline stance on crime. Laurel went to the initial hearing to support Oliver’s family, but she couldn’t see an easy way out of this for Thea.

So she was surprised when Oliver showed up unexpectedly the next morning at her apartment, asking her to see if her dad could pull some strings.

“Laurel, I am working on something on my end, but...if it doesn't work out, this is my best chance to help my sister. Please.”

She did her best to conceal the spike of fear that went through her. Something on his end? What exactly did that entail?

If she knew Oliver at all, she knew he would be willing to do anything for his family, including embroiling himself even deeper in the mafia just to use their resources.

He was waiting on her answer. “I’ll see what I can do,” was the best she could offer. She wanted it to be more, wanted to tell him that it would all be fine and she would take care of it, that he didn’t need to throw himself in harm's way.

“Thank you.” Oliver left her apartment soon after that, and there was something about the set of his shoulders that threw her worrying into hyperdrive. She had to know what he was doing.

Laurel threw on the first clothes she could find overtop of her pajamas and returned to watch through the peephole as the elevator doors shut down the hall, then rushed out of her apartment to the fire door and down the steps. If she could get to her car quick enough…

The door banged against the wall as she raced out of the stairwell and to her parking spot. Laurel started the engine and pulled out of the garage, rounding the building just as Oliver climbed in and shut the passenger door. Mr. Diggle started out into traffic and Laurel followed, making sure to memorize the look and license number of the car in case she needed to put some space between them.

This was crazy. For all she knew, Oliver was going right back home or to the club. She couldn’t follow him and Mr. Diggle around all day. But the further they went the less it looked as if they were headed back to Queen Manor or even the Glades. They were driving towards the warehouse district.

Without taking her eyes off the road, Laurel got her phone out of her purse and dialed.

It was picked up on the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Tommy, I need you to do something for me,” she began.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a simple favor?”

“It’s simple on your end. All I’m asking is if I don’t call you back in—” she paused to think it over. They were driving out pretty far by the looks of it. “Two hours, call my dad.”

“Wait, what? Laurel, what are you doing? Where are you?” Tommy demanded.

“I’m meeting a client, and the neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest,” she lied. “It should be fine.”

“Should be? Why couldn’t your client meet you at CNRI?”

“She has young kids and couldn’t get a babysitter. I have to go.”

“Laurel—”

“Two hours. Wait two hours.” With that, she hung up and refocused her efforts on the car three ahead in the line of traffic. It merged into the turning lane, and Laurel had no choice but to glide up right behind it. She’d have to hope Mr. Diggle wasn’t checking his rear view mirror too carefully.

Laurel slowed to just under the speed limit as they left most of the other cars behind. Buildings gave way to a line of warehouses looming large and foreboding on either side of the narrow road. The car ahead rounded a bend, and she stopped just before it for a good thirty seconds. She didn’t want to lose them, but she couldn’t look as if she were tailing them. When she did turn the corner, she just caught sight of their taillights near the end of the lane.

With a sinking heart, Laurel watched Oliver’s car pull into the parking lot of a warehouse that definitely wasn’t owned by Queen Consolidated. She pulled off into the lot before it and waited about ten minutes before reversing back out and entering the lot they’d left their car in. It looked as though she’d gotten lucky; Mr. Diggle wasn’t waiting in or by the car, so there was no one to see her. Laurel parked several spots away and as far from the warehouse as she could.

There were no windows on the side of the building facing the lot. Laurel crept up and stuck close to the wall, leaning to check for any sort of guard first before rounding the corner.

There were a set of windows on this side, so Laurel peered down into the large room. The floor was a level below, so it was hard for her to make out much more than the tops of people’s heads. She could easily pick out Oliver and Mr. Diggle, and it looked as though there were at least two other men in the room, the shorter of whom was doing the talking.

She couldn’t hear anything being said distinctly. As she watched, a third man led a fourth down a set of stairs near the back. The fourth man was forced to his knees once he’d been brought before the others, and more talking ensued. The short man gestured to the one on his knees.

Oliver nodded, then walked around behind and placed his hands at the man’s neck. There was a sharp motion. A second later, the man’s body hit the floor.

A strangled cry left her that she couldn’t hope to stop. Shock, denial, betrayal — she’d believed Oliver was an unwilling participant at worst, that he could never—

But as five heads whipped up in her direction, Laurel realized her mistake. She froze for a crucial second, then her mind worked past the fear and screamed at her to run.

She cleared the corner at a sprint. Two of the mafia men had already raced around the other side to meet her. Laurel swung her purse straight into one of the men’s stomachs whose breath left him all in a whoosh. The second one caught her arm, and she twisted around to ram him with her shoulder.

The first man wrenched her arms behind her back and lifted her. Laurel shouted in protest and tried to hook one foot around his ankle to knock him off balance. A hand was clamped over her mouth to muffle any further sounds so she concentrated all her effort on kicking and lashing out. Laurel heard at least one pained grunt as her limbs connected with whatever she could reach, but the tight grip never slackened, and her feet were never quite able to touch back on the ground.

Dimly she knew the panic was beginning to cloud her judgement, but she was powerless to stop them dragging her back into that room with their boss and Oliver and the man he’d just killed. Her heart pounded wild and erratic in her ears like wings beating in a vain attempt to fly away.

The door to the warehouse slammed, closing her in. Her ankle caught on a railing and the hand over her mouth was dislodged as they fought to stop her from clinging on. Laurel’s captors were calling down to their boss in Russian, she was shouting and yelling again, but one voice rose above the rest, harsh and booming.

“Let her go! Vy ne navredit' yey! I said release her!”

Laurel was forced to her knees, the gasps of breath she took loud in the sudden silence. Her eyes darted from the bald Mafioso to the dusty windows high above them to Mr. Diggle with his ramrod straight back and stoic expression—had he known all this time?—anywhere but the man who had given the order.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at Oliver, to see the cold rage and command that had just been in his voice. To have to face a reality where all her fierce hope and belief was in vain.

But then he spoke again, and she nearly didn’t believe her own ears. “Honey…I thought I told you to wait in the car.”

Laurel’s neck nearly snapped with the speed at which she turned to him, absolutely no idea what expression was on her face.

“She is your woman?”

Oliver did not answer for the moment as he instead made quick strides towards her. He held his hands out palms up and for a single second allowed the careful mask to slip, meeting her eyes with a look of open pleading. And Laurel knew, no matter what had just happened in this room, she was not going to die here.

In the next breath she’d reached for him and was pulled up to her feet and to his side.

“So sorry for the interruption,” Oliver finally said, turning them both around to face the other man, the picture of cool confidence again. “I thought I’d made it clear that this was strictly business, but she gets…curious. I’m sure you understand.”

“Perhaps you should have explained the business was with friends,” said the Russian. He gestured at one of the men who was clutching his side, and Laurel hid a satisfied smirk in Oliver’s shoulder. With a hand resting on his chest she could feel his heart hammering underneath the calm veneer he was presenting.

“Again, my apologies. She knows it’s her safety that I value above all else.”

“Then it is best to keep her safe at home. Business is not the place for loved ones and their sensitivities,” the man advised. His mouth twisted into a leer as he added, “Particularly not when she can sing like this one.”

Laurel clenched the fabric of Oliver’s shirt into a fist and forced herself to bite the inside of her cheek.

“Well she is moya krasivaya ptitsa,” Oliver replied, the warm, even teasing tone completely at odds with the way his hand dropped from her waist to her hip and tucked her in all the closer to his body. “I trust that my favor will be repaid.”

“You have proven your interest. We are men of our word.”

They exchanged what she could only assume were goodbyes in Russian, and, with a nod to Mr. Diggle who heaved the dead man’s body up into his arms, Oliver led her back up the steps of the warehouse and into the sunshine. It seemed surreal even now that she was still alive.

For whatever reason, he’d covered for her. Out of sentiment, out of what she didn’t know. But he had just killed a man for the mob, and she had witnessed it, and he knew that.

She had to get away.

Laurel waited until they were out of sight of the warehouse and closing in on Oliver’s car, hers not too far away. She didn’t think Mr. Diggle would try to stop her, but her best chance was to make her move while he was still holding the dead man’s body and couldn’t help the man he worked for.

Oliver took out a set of keys in his pocket and unlocked the trunk. Then Laurel dropped an elbow into his gut and stamped on his toes with her heel.

He gave a shout of pain which was echoed by one of surprise from Mr. Diggle, but she didn’t stop to look back, already running. Her keys were in her hand — but then another hand had closed around her wrist.

Laurel whirled back, but he caught her other hand before she could even think to use it, the keys twisting harmlessly away from him.

“Let me go! Just let me go, Ollie, I won’t- I won’t tell anyone what I saw.” She hated the quaver in her voice, her panicked gasps for breath as she struggled uselessly in a hold she’d known was entirely too strong. This whole time despite everything she knew, she’d never been scared of him, and only now did she realize what a dangerous game she’d been playing.

“What were you doing here?” Oliver demanded. “How did you find this place?”

She had little choice but to answer. “I followed you after you left the apartment.”

“Why?”

“Oliver, you told me you were working on something to help Thea from your end, outside the law. Was I not supposed to find that a little suspicious?”

“What had you suspicious about me in the first place?” He narrowed his gaze. “You’ve been acting different for weeks now. I just didn’t know what you were thinking. But you haven’t even asked me who those people were back there.”

“They’re Bratva, and so are you,” she asserted. Faintly, she heard Mr. Diggle swear. “I noticed your tattoo the night of the house arrest party, and I did some research. I’ve known practically since then.”

Oliver’s grip on her finally did slacken. “You knew?”

“I knew you were mixed up with- with this, I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe you could—” She couldn’t bring herself to finish but neither of them missed the way her eyes fell on the body Mr. Diggle had finally put in the trunk.

“That I could what?” Oliver prompted. “Kill him?”

“You didn’t have to,” she insisted. “I said I’d help you get Thea out of serving jail time. What was the point of that if you were going to murder someone?”

“Laurel, it’s okay.”

“Give me one reason why any of this is okay!”

Mr. Diggle had his arms crossed and looked to be waiting for an answer, too.

Oliver sighed. “It’s really not what you think. Either of you.” Then he reached down and pressed some point near the man’s neck. The man she’d thought dead gave a great gasp of breath, and his eyes fluttered before falling closed in sleep.

“That’s a neat trick,” Mr. Diggle remarked. “You going to teach me that one day?”

“No,” said Oliver. “We’ll need to arrange a new identity for him. Get him out of the city.”

“You just lied about killing him to the Bratva,” said Laurel.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Okay, so then...you’re working against them?” She desperately needed some kind of confirmation on this, because she still had no idea what it meant now that Oliver knew she knew. “Walter’s disappearance, you being hospitalized over Christmas, the...Bertinelli stuff — that was because you’re against them?”

Oliver was watching her with an increasingly perplexed look. “That wasn’t about the Bratva. I’ve barely been in contact with them since I got back home.”

Laurel stared at him in sheer disbelief. He’d barely been in contact. How, how was that possible with everything that had happened? “Then what have you been doing?”

Oliver’s expression turned a little panicky, and his eyes flitted to Mr. Diggle.

“You gotta tell her, man,” his bodyguard said.

Laurel looked between them, her arms crossing over her chest. “Tell me what?”

#lauriver #laurel x oliver #laurel lance #oliver queen #arrow #john diggle #tommy merlyn #green arrow #black canary #my writing

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magically-strange · 7 years ago

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Costumed Craving...

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Bog sat outside on his balcony watching the sun as it sank behind the tall trees dotting the residential neighborhood that ran alongside his apartment complex. The only difference from the norm was the lack of a beer bottle in his hand and his haggard expression.

It was now four and a half weeks since that Halloween party. The nip in the air confirmed that winter was fast approaching, but Bog’s blue sheepskin jacket was still in the closet. He didn’t seem to feel the chill. Or at least, it didn’t seem to bother him anymore.

Yet another weird entry to his ‘the-fuck-is-going-on-with-me?’ list.

After another week, he’d given up on binging, much to the relief of his bank account. The odd, restless craving was still there, but he’d managed to determine that his body was only instinctually assuming it was food he wanted. Yet no matter what he tried, nothing satisfied him. Not even his mother’s famous Thanksgiving dinner.

Bog had always had a good appetite, especially for his mom’s cooking, but when even she pointed out that he might be overdoing it, something was definitely wrong.

Honey, I didn’t even eat that much when I pregnant with you!

On top of that, he’d had three more of those…heart palpitations. They were random and just as frighteningly strong as the first. It was really starting to scare him. If it was serious, then he might have to go to…

Shuddering, Bog hunched his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller.

Bog hated hospitals. They reminded him of those terrible months when he was fifteen, and his father was wasting away from lung cancer. He remembered it all, clear as glass. The once mighty and fearsome Briar King drying up like a raisin, spewing so much anger and bitterness from his constant pain and growing weakness, eventually followed by his quiet, unsettling acceptance of his impending death, and then watching his pallor turn a horrible, greyish yellow as he was at last taken off his life support.

Ever since then, Bog experienced a terrible anxiety when it came to hospitals. Even driving past one made him uncomfortable. Over the summer, when his childhood friend Brutus and his wife were having their baby at St. Mary’s, Bog of course had to be there for them, but his hands were shaking the whole time. He had to sit beside a large window in the waiting room to keep his breathing even, and like a nervous toddler, he made sure his mother didn’t leave his sight as she chatted with Brutus’s parents.

It sucked feeling so helpless, and what was worse, was that Bog had allowed his fear to make stupid decisions about his health. While his mother had taken up water aerobics, ate less processed meats in favor of more whole grains and beans, and visited the doctor more often after his father’s passing, Bog avoided even the simplest routine checkups.

What if they found something?

Something deadly?

And then send him to the hospital…

…where they’d put him in one of those hideous beds…

…in their soulless, cream-colored rooms…

…so they could stick him all over with needles…

…and never let him leave…

…until the damn EKG machine sang that final prolonged note?

Bog dragged his hands across his face and took a deep breath to quell the inner tremors rising from his thoughts. He needed to calm down. For all he knew, a panic attack could trigger another palpitation. Plus, he’d finally forced himself into the clinic on Monday.

Dr. Plum had been his parents’ physician and friend since before Bog was born, so he trusted her like an aunt, even if she could be a bit overly-eccentric for his personal taste. All that mattered was that she was good at her job, and she cared.

Too bad she couldn’t give him any solid answers.

You’re the healthiest thirty-one-year-old man I’ve ever seen, sweetie. You say you’ve been eating quite a lot lately, but you haven’t gained a single pound since your mother dragged you here six months ago when you had that nasty flu. Now you said you’re not experiencing any chest discomfort, dizziness, fainting, or shortness of breath with your palpitations, but I’ll run a few tests just in case, and I’m going to increase your Prozac strength to 40mg to counteract your anxiety. In the meantime, I want you to take it easy and enjoy yourself, okay? You’d be surprised at how often all this mystery turns out to be nothing more than stress.

Bog had wisely kept his mouth shut and thanked her, but he seriously doubted that any of this was because of stress. What did he have to be stressed about? He had a great job, that he was in control of. He was independent. He was apparently healthy. He even had a special someone now…

After running into Marianne again at the supermarket two days after their steamy encounter at the mall, he decided to take the plunge. She couldn’t distract him, there were too many witnesses around, and no convenient places to hide and get racy in a grocery store, so he asked her to have dinner with him.

There was a lump in his throat as he watched the confliction play on her face, but when she’d given him a hopeful smile and accepted, he could’ve done a somersault right there in the bread aisle.

Then they may or may not have made out for a while in his truck after making their purchases. It was nice to actually see her leave for once.

They’d gone out on quite a few dates since then. Dinner, lunch, movies, dancing, hiking, the amusement park, the museum, even the 80s arcade!

And Bog was loving it all!

He’d never enjoyed talking to someone as much as he did Marianne. It was amazing how much they realized they had in common, besides sex and an appreciation for classic Elvis; she’d even chuckled at the cosmic humor of Bog’s last name being ‘King’. They both loved horror movies, rock & roll, video games, Chinese food, history, camping, and urban exploration. She liked to sing and collect swords, and she taught boxing in her own gym. She’d also lost a parent, too; her mother to a plane crash in 1996.

Furthermore, she knew what it was like to have your heart broken. To Bog’s shock, her fiancé had cheated on her the day before their wedding. What a complete and utter dumbass!

In Bog’s case, it had been about two years since he’d been dumped by the woman he thought he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It hurt like a bitch, but in all honesty, he should’ve seen it coming. The warning signs were all there, and he would’ve noticed them, if he hadn’t been so blinded by the aesthetic.

Not that Marianne didn’t have enough of that going on herself. Sometimes, Bog would look at her and just…forget how to speak. She was so beautiful and fun and tough and different.

He knew he was dangerously close to having it really bad for her, and she certainly wasn’t doing anything to discourage him.

The dating hadn’t stopped their fooling around, and whenever it got that far, Bog would still pass out and wake up alone, but thankfully, Marianne had cooled it when it came to trying anything to hot and heavy in public. Lately, she’d wait until they got to his place, but one of these days, by God, he was gonna make her breakfast before she left!

Being around Marianne made almost everything better. The awful craving seemed…less so, when she was near. No palpitations, no hunger, no funk. He felt stronger and more care free with her.

Which was why he was out here right now. Plum had called an hour ago to tell him that all the tests she’d run came back negative. In her own words, his heart was practically in mint condition.

Then she’d asked him a certain question.

I want you to call me immediately if something else happens. But before I go, you said your symptoms started the morning after a Halloween party, correct? Can you think of anything else that might’ve happened around that time, Bog? Anything strange at all?

Bog thought back on that night.

He’d opened his own beer bottle that night and hadn’t set it down until he threw it away. He didn’t eat any of the food, because he’d had Subway beforehand. He hadn’t even smoked the joints some of the guests were passing around.

So, there wasn’t-

Without warning, an image of a brown-eyed, dark fairy temptress walking towards him through a crowd of costumes came to the forefront of his mind….

No.

No, that was just crazy!

He’d told Plum he didn’t have a clue, and hung up.

It was crazy…

…right?

He didn’t go inside until well after dark.

#strange magic #butterfly bog #bog king #marianne #hall0ween

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taetaesource · 7 years ago

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Coming Home

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Taehyung as a single parent. He was looking for a babysitter to help him raise his kid and then he met you.

The next morning, you appeared at Taehyung’s house again. You expected him to give you some instructions on what you should be doing everyday, some ground rules, some touring around the house to let you know where things were and how things should be done, but all he said was, “do you think I should wake Tae oh up?”

The rest of the morning was spent watching Taehyung heat up the food, dig for more snacks and throwing random remarks or questions at you such as, “do you think it’s better to eat apples in the morning or banana?”

When sounds of Tae oh’s cries came from the room, Taehyung dropped what he was doing and said, “oh he’s up!” He wiped his hands with the kitchen towel roughly and carried his child out from the room. The sleepy baby that was in Taehyung’s arms stared at you briefly with his puffy eyes and messy bed hair. Taehyung took Tae oh’s small hands, lifted it up for a wave and said in a baby voice, “good morning!”

Taehyung placed the baby on the baby chair at the dining table and went behind the counter to continue preparing breakfast. He would occasionally look up from what he was doing and smile at his child. Taehyung’s actions made you smile too. He was a tall figure hovering around the kitchen counter, picking and placing things down with his large hands that seemed too clumsy and unfamiliar with kitchen work. He would bend over the sink to wash the cutlery and fruits and look closely at the packet of paste for the instructions of how much to add with a slight pout of his lips. Some moments he looked frustrated and annoyed with the chores, some moments he looked hesitant and confused. But your favourite was moments when he looked up and interacted with Tae oh. You could see the drastic change in his expression, he was so full of love and his smiles had a tinge of childlike purity and genuine happiness.

For the next few days, you helped Taehyung around. Taehyung was not good in the kitchen and in fact, not good at housework. You would usually take over what he was doing and tell him to go keep an eye on Tae oh instead. So for the first few days at work, you were scrambling around Taehyung, looking for things to do and setting up a kind of routine for yourself since Taehyung was not clear in what exactly he needed you to do. Then you will go home at 6pm after dinner was prepared.

Your babysitting job slowly became a housekeeping job as you saw that Taehyung did not seem to have any intentions of cleaning the house as long as it still looked clean. He seemed to have no clue about maintaining a home that had a small kid. He only cleaned the areas that were dirtied such as the dining table and picking up the food crumbs that fell when Tae oh snacked on his baby biscuits in the living room. Perhaps he had never thought about how important it was to clean the house everyday even though it looked clean.

Although your main job was centred around taking care of Tae oh, you felt that you needed to do something in order to create a better environment for Tae oh. So you began asking if you could help to vacuum the house and mop the floor. Taehyung was slightly surprised by your offer. He looked like a child who knew nothing about household duties. He also did not know where the cleaning tools were kept. You laughed it off and told him not to worry, you will look for them yourself and so cleaning up the house became part of your daily routine. Seeing that Taehyung really did not have much idea, you decided to step up a little and take charge. You explored the house on your own to see where things were and took note of what was necessary yet missing in the house. You made a list and went out to buy the necessary items and groceries over the next few days. Your daily routine now includes cleaning, washing and tidying things that were related to Tae oh such as his laundry, bedsheets, toys, water bottles, pacifiers, everything that he touched or played with everyday, and also ensuring that the child was washed, fed and sleeping well.

With Taehyung around, he took most of the responsibilities of playing and feeding the child, while you assisted with preparing the food and washing or changing the baby when Taehyung could not cope. There were days when Taehyung would receive calls from his company and couldn’t be home, and you would take Tae oh out with you to the convenient store or to the playground. You enjoyed the freedom of being able to take complete charge around Tae oh and the house, part of you also felt that Taehyung’s presence intimidated you, mainly because you still don't know him and he was so perfect and too handsome to get close to. Soon, your routine slowly included maintaining the house including paying the bills, washing and ironing Taehyung’s clothes and preparing his food for him when he comes home.

Taehyung would usually try to be home before 6pm so that you could knock off on time, but nowadays he would be later, arriving home at around 8pm when you were feeding Tae oh his last milk before he goes to bed. Taehyung would always apologise for taking up your time and send you off almost immediately so that you won’t have to stay longer. But tonight, he was even later than usual.

When Taehyung returned, Tae oh was already asleep a long time ago and Taehyung looked solemn. He did not say much when he entered through the doors and he looked tired. In a soft and low voice, he said “is he asleep?”

“Yes, he is especially talkative today. It took awhile to get him to go to bed”, you answered, trying to sound a little more positive to cheer Taehyung up.

The man dragged his feet to the first bedroom and opened the door. He did not go in but he looked at his child for awhile and closed the door. He shuffled to where you were, on the floor in front of the television, and let out a deep sigh as he sat next to you.

You did not know what to say. In fact, you were slightly nervous as you could smell a whiff of him as he plopped himself down next to you. He smelled like cotton and cologne that had lingered on his skin for the whole day. He must have had a long day. You lifted your apple juice up and drank nervously. You wanted to say something to lighten up his mood but you did not know how.

“I am so sorry for making you stay this late, but I think you might need to stay later for the next few days. My company wants me back and I might not be able to come home for quite awhile....” His voice was low and it trailed off towards the end.

You paused and repeated what was said to you in your mind, “might not be able to come home.”

“I am trying to get my mother to come and take care of Tae oh so don’t worry you won’t have to be doing this 24/7, you can still have your own life. It’s just that in the meantime, please help me to stay with Tae oh. I will pay you extra.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. I will stay with him until you make the arrangements. Just let me know so that I can prepare my own things and bring them here”, you hoped to reassure Taehyung that you were not one of his reason to worry and more deeply, you wished to share the burdens and responsibilities that he had, and be someone who could help him with his plate that was too full.

“What are you working as? You seem to be really busy with work,” you tried to divert his attention to something lighter and also to get to know him slightly better.

“I’m.... errrr... I'm working in a bank..” the man sounded nervous all of a sudden and he took quite an unnaturally long time to answer a simple question.

The television played the chorus of Not Today, it was a commercial ad that was promoting the final stop of the WINGS concert in Seoul. The ad ended with a short video clip of the group calling out to their fans, “2! 3! Annyeonghaseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan imnida,” followed by more footages of their concert and a final screen with the concert date and location.

“Bang. Tan. So. Nyeon. Tan.” your eyes were still glued to the television screen and you took another sip of your apple juice while nodding continuously to yourself. You could hear Taehyung swallowing hard in embarrassment. You found this extremely amusing and instead of feeling angry that he lied to you, you found yourself wanting to laugh. Since he did not tell you the truth about his job, you did not want to confront him about it either. So you did not talk about his job whenever you were around him and treated him the same as before- as an ordinary person, except that you felt a lot more relaxed around him now, probably because you had seen him embarrassed himself. Because of this, Taehyung trusted you a bit more.

Taehyung would always try his best to rush home after his schedule but even then, he would usually be home around 10pm or later. His mother was busy with her shop in Daegu and could not make it here to take care of Tae oh for a prolonged period of time. His mother suggested many times to bring Tae oh back to Daegu with her so that it would be easier for everyone, but for some reason, Taehyung refused. He would rather rush around and stress himself out with making the best arrangements for his child care.

For some reason, you did not mind the prospect of having to take care of someone else’s kid 24/7. After all, you lived on your own and spent most of your free time surfing the net, online shopping and watching videos anyway. So on days when Taehyung could not make it back home, you would stay over and sleep with Tae oh. Tae oh was not the easiest child to manage but you quite enjoy the challenge of it. Most importantly, Taehyung was easy to work with. Even on days that he could not make it home, he would briefly give you a call or text you to apologise and inform you about it. He would briefly ask if there was anything wrong or if you had enough money for the house or Tae oh, and then he would leave you to take care of everything and did not question much. You felt trusted and to some extent, you wished that Taehyung could have one less thing to worry about and focus on his career which was what was truly worrying and taking too much of his time and energy. Taehyung was always worrying that he was not doing enough for Tae oh, and that made you want to raise Tae oh well so that Taehyung could stop feeling guilty and see how well Tae oh was growing up.

Whenever Taehyung was able to come home, he would first take a look at Tae oh who was sleeping and then take a shower while you heat up some food for him to eat. Taehyung disliked eating alone so he would usually make you sit down and eat with him. It then became a habit for you to wait for Taehyung to come home and have dinner with him in the small cozy dining area. You would usually tell him about the day and funny moments of Tae oh and he would laugh out loud, raising his eyebrows and saying, “really? Wah, this rascal!” You would ask him about his day and he would usually talk about how busy his upcoming schedule was and how tired he was. He never gave out too much details about his work and you understood this was just how the entertainment industry worked. Taehyung would usually ask you to stay over since it was late and it gave you many butterflies in your stomach to hear him ask you to stay.

That night when Taehyung was back home, you were wearing a large cotton tee and sleeping shorts, sitting on the couch with your laptop. Taehyung was sitting on the other side of the couch in his sleeping clothes and his hair wet from his shower. You were staying over for the night. Taehyung was leaning against the arm rest and scrolling on his phone. You moved closer to him showed him what you have found on the internet. Taehyung leaned closer as you shared with him about the kinds of health check ups and vaccinations that were good and necessary for children around Tae oh’s age. He would nod and listen to you intently as you showed him the online articles and the clinics that you have researched. You could see how focused you were when the screen went black momentarily when the pages switched and you were surprised as you did not realise how close Taehyung’s face was next to yours. You became self-conscious as you realised that you could feel the warmth of Taehyung’s body next to yours and the touch of his skin against your arms and thighs. You tried to keep it in as Taehyung did not seem to be conscious about it and you did not want to appear to be blushing or overthinking like a teenager. But your heart was beating faster and you craved the slight brushes of his skin against yours.

“Mmm alright, go for it. I think they will be good for Tae oh,” Taehyung said in an assertive and manly tone that reaffirmed his position as the head of the house. Taehyung would sign on the parent’s consent form and pass you the original documentations that were necessary without further questions.

You called the clinic the next day to make an appointment for Tae oh and clarified with the staff on the research that you have done on the different vaccinations that he would be receiving. The staff was polite and answered your questions though not as satisfactory and you were still feeling anxious about Tae oh’s first vaccination.

You kept Tae oh’s health documents properly and felt good that you cared about Tae oh’s well-being and was excited to be the one taking Tae oh through this new milestone of his growth. You couldn’t wait to tell Taehyung how it went and hear him praise you for doing this for his child.

Little did you know that this turned out to be a stressful episode that left you crying with guilt and anxiety...

#bts taehyung #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts smut #single dad taehyung #writing chapter 5 now cos I am on the ball #coming home

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flyingangelofblueislands · 8 years ago

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Flower Boy Prince pt. 3

VIXX Leo (Taekwoon) X You X VIXX Ravi (Wonshik)

genre: fluff

bias X reader

synopsis: a/u…you are classmates at university with same age Taekwoon, budding a friendship/something special with Wonshik, Taekwoon’s junior from his highschool (secondary school-upper levels)

The next day you woke up in the later part of the morning. Languidly stretching your body in efforts to fully wake up, thoughts of the evening before cued themselves to play in your mind like a timed movie reel. Wonshik was the epitome of a playful gentlemen. After the pool hall, he had declared he wasn’t ready to say goodnight to you yet. You had to admit, you weren’t ready to say goodnight either. So you headed over to a hole in the wall club/lounge and caught a live band the ground floor, before moving to the top floor with a DJ and a sparse crowd, that extended into a rooftop-like terrace section that was much quieter. You leaned against the rooftop terrace railing and looked over the quiet city weeknight street. The night sky was deep and twinkling with all sorts of stars you never noticed before, as you and Wonshik sipped on your drinks. Every once in a while he would lean over and play with your free hand, and you would let him. Feeling a warm tingly feeling spread all over whenever he did. But as quick as he would touch your hand, he would let it go. Leaving you missing his touch for sporadic moments at a time. Once again, you felt your head spinning as your feelings were pulled up and down. At one point, you asked him, “Wonshik...why do I get the feeling you’ve been planning a night like this for a while?” Wonshik paused for a minute and turned from looking at you and faced the inside of the bar, with his back on the railing and both arms’ elbows resting on the railing at his sides. He puckered his mouth slightly to fight a slightly embarrassed smile. “I may have thought about it once or twice.” “Once or twice?” You pushed a little more. Wonshik playfully scoffed and turned to look at you. He licked his bottom lip and held it between his teeth. “You never thought about what it would be like?” “What would ‘what’ be like?” The air rustling around your body creating a slight chill to shake your body. Wonshik caught your subtle, involuntary movement and moved closer to you, gently rubbing his hands up and down your arms briefly as he made eye contact with you. “Should we go back inside?” He asked you sincerely. You looked over towards the more lively crowd partying away to the top floor DJ. His eyes followed your movements as you picked up his wrist and checked the time on his watch. It was only 11:18pm. You felt like partying. So you nodded and decided to take all your pent up energy inside to where the party was finally getting started. Wonshik stuck his hand out for you to take and gave you a small smile. When you finally grabbed his hand, he used that moment to pull you towards him and swiftly grab you by your waist. You stiffened and held your breath at the contact. But as quick as the contact came, it was gone, and Wonshik moved his hand from your waist to your lower back before sliding it back around between you and grabbing your hand once again. You exhaled and felt a jittery feeling creep around inside yourself once again as you both walked inside the bar into the thick of the party. You both ended up staying at the bar until about 2am. After which, at his insisting, Wonshik rode the train home with you and walked you to your apartment building. In front of your apartment, Wonshik lightly swayed from side to side with his hands in his pockets as you both lingered face to face even after already saying goodnight. You finally spun on your heel and half jogged up the stairs thinking if you didn’t run away you would never go inside. As you searched your bag for your keys to get in the main door, you looked over your shoulder and saw Wonshik still waiting below. You stopped fiddling inside your purse and called out, ”What?” ”What are you doing tomorrow?” ”Why?” You asked automatically suspicious but intrigued. “What are you doing tomorrow?” ”Missing you.” Smiling at the recent memories for a moment, you sucked your teeth. “What am I doing?” You scrambled out of bed and shook your whole body. You wanted to get rid of the ticklish feeling. That giddy feeling. Your phone suddenly dinged three times, the sound almost overlapping itself as you received what sounded to be like three message at once. You took your phone off the charger and checked your messages.

mommy👸❤️😩🙃: hello it’s been three days since I heard from you. if you do not call me today I will have to send a search party!!! call me!!!! I bought that tomato soup you like. the one in a box. it’s organic now. I hope you are not spending all your money eating out. this soup is easy enough to make. just heat it up don’t be so lazy. when will you come pick it up? if you don’t come get it I will eat it. love you, mom. call me. i mean it. You cackled at your mother’s message. “Why does she have to text pages like this?” you sighed, “At least she sent it all in one text this time…” you offhandedly commented while making mental notes to schedule time to go home this coming weekend and also to call her after work. or she would send your uncle, her younger brother, up to the city to check on you. She’d done it before. She did it often, really. You closed her message to see who sent the other two. There was one from Taekwoon and one from a random number. Without hesitation you opened Taekwoon’s first. A little bit of you was feeling guilty already. Taekwoon🙈: was it really that much fun? You pouted out of feeling sorry to him. You didn’t call or text him once, as you agreed to do, last night. You were so caught up in the whirlwind that was Wonshik. You tried to think of how to phrase your apology without making too much of it in case Taekwoon was just playfully teasing you with his text message. You closed his message in the meantime and went to read the unknown number. xx-xxxxxxxx: GM. it’s Wonshik. Taekwoon’s little brother/junior. Pool master. Your all-night partner. haha. hope you slept well. I couldn’t sleep at all…. You felt your heartbeat begin to rise with every word you read. By the end, your fingers were almost on automatic responding to him. You wanted to ask why he couldn’t sleep well, even though you had a feeling how he would cheekily answer already. You: Good morning. I did sleep well thanks. but why didn’t you? Wonshik: because I had a paper I needed to write that I forgot about lol You got bounded back into reality. That wasn’t the answer you expected. Your phone sounded off in your hands once again with another message from Wonshik, Wonshik: You expected me to say something else right? You: no W: I think you did You: think what you want then W: I’m not that easy, you know…. You didn’t know what else to say. A little amused, but kind of disappointed that Wonshik was so bland this morning, you figured out how to finally answer Taekwoon. You: when i got home it felt like was too late to text you. sorry! Taek: it’s never too late for you to text me… Your heart jumped, but once again your brain was at a loss for words. So instead, you lobbed your phone onto the bed and began preparing to take a shower. As you wrapped a towel around your body you remembered that you didn’t have work in the afternoon because you switched days with one of your coworkers to help them out. You exclaimed softly at the realization and all but skipped into the shower humming. A real free day-no school, no work. You almost didn’t know what do with yourself. Then a million things scrolled by in head. You sighed. It was nothing major, just a lot of tedious tasks. You figured if you hurried, you could finish by late afternoon. After stepping out of the shower, you dried yourself off, put on a neon blue sports bra, because now it was laundry day, a large-ish white tee and gray leggings. You picked your phone up off the bed and saw another message from Taekwoon. A piece of you simultaneously wondering why Wonshik hasn’t started the conversation back up. Taekwoon🙈 u shud make it up to for making me worry… You felt a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You: and how do I do that? T: next time ur free…u spend the day n evening with me instead… T: just me. Your eyes expanded twice their normal size. You wanted to say you were coincidently free today, but you decided against it. You: okay, I will–but wat if ur not free that day??? T: let me worry about that. T: just dnt break your promise this time…. T: I mean it Y/N……dnt let me find out ur spending ur free day with another guy after u just promised me…

“Oooo! Okay Taekwoon!” You hollered in your room at his sudden assertive tone. You loved his leadership qualities but only got to see them in school. Outside of school he was so accommodating and careful towards you, you forgot he had that other side at all. Your roommate walked past your room and gave you a knowing look. “Don’t. I’m not–he’s–he’s the one making me like this!” “Does he know that yet?” She asked as she kept walking. You yelled after her, “I haven’t not told him on purpose!” You stared at the phone in your hands and mumbled softly, “The timing has just never been right.” “Tell him!!” Your roommate screamed from the kitchen. You pulled a face at her and mouthed ‘shut up’ in silence while out of her line of sight. “Stop making that face at me!” She yelled at an uncanny but timely point. “Leave me alone!” You yelled back but went out to meet her in the kitchen where she was pouring almond milk in her cereal. “I was out with Wonshik last night.” She whipped around intrigued, “And Taek?” You shook your head no. She laughed, “What! How’d that happen? and if so, then why are you screaming over Taekwoon this early in the day?” Your phone sounded off. Wonshik was trying to FaceTime you. “OHHH my god. He’s calling–” “Taekwoon?” your roommate blurted as she almost dropped her milk, “No, Wonshik!!” You yelled in a slowly building frenzy. “What do I do? My hair’s not even–” your friend reached over and accepted the call. You gasped and hissed your curses at her before the video connected and you saw his face, “Uh, Hi-Hello?” Wonshik’s voice filled the room, “Good morning again, beautiful.” Your roommate chortled in the background. Wonshik buffered before speaking again, he squinted at you confused, “What was that?” “My roommate-” you said and whipped the phone around to show your roommate. She yelled with a mouth full of Cheerios and crouched down behind her own raised bowl to cover her disheveled appearance and rushed back to her room screaming back that she was going to kill you. Wonshik laughed heartily before you spoke again. “You’re really taking advantage of having my number aren’t you.” You smirked. “I wouldn’t say it was taking advantage. More like making up for lost time.” He rolled over in what looked like his bed and studied you for a short bit. “I wanted to see what it was like to wake up to your face.” “Wooow!!” You burst out, without thinking. He had really overwhelmed you. “That was a strong one.” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. Wonshik just smiled satisfactorily and continued. “What are you doing today?” “First, some laundry, then grocery shopping, return some library books, and buying some house items..” “Wrong answer. You were supposed to say ‘coming out to play with you Wonshikie!’” “Oh was I??” You raised your eyebrows and tried not to like it as much as you did. He sat up in bed and nodded. “I’ll come to get you in an hour.” “I have things to do today. I’m an adult.” You insisted playfully. Wonshik laughed, “Then I’ll do them with you. Easy. Don’t miss me when I hang up, I’m coming.” With that Wonshik ended the call. Your mouth dropped, head reeling from everything happening so fast. Your eavesdropping roommate squealed. “Oooo! Wonshik’s got it!” “Got what?” You yelled back indignantly. “You, for starters.” You baulked and couldn’t respond. Your mind flitted to Taekwoon. For some reason you felt like this counted as betrayal.

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part 3 done. this is getting more stretched and complicated than I originally planned. but I let it go as the feeling tells me. lol hope you enjoyed that!! I enjoyed writing it… :)

related note: week 3 of VIXX’ promotions! Let’s talk about N for a minute even though if you’re reading this you’re probably Leo or Ravi biased lol. But Cha Hakyeon?? Is killing me in these shangri-la stages. I’m ready this week lol. Leo’s subtle body rolls in the center will always have me in cardiac arrest, i swear. I’m gonna be sad when it’s over. not only for them, but because I’ll have to end this series lol

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marisadonnelly · 5 years ago

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There’s no doubt that these times are different and strange. I see post after post about the Coronavirus and to be honest, I’m overwhelmed. Sometimes I’m just inundated with information and news about all the negative things — it makes me feel hopeless.

And figuring out how to package that information in a way that my son can understand? That feels impossible.

But what if we took this opportunity (as much as we feasibly can) and made the most of it? What if we found fun things to do during the quarantine and made the days spent at home memorable? I know that every family and family situation is different, but perhaps these ideas can spark some inspiration.

After all, you don’t need much to make something special. You just need love.

1. Create a Cardboard Box Fort

I was on a Bible study Zoom call with some close girlfriends and the boys made this creation! Honestly, there are so many different ways you can make a cardboard box fort! All you need is boxes, scissors or min-saw (with parent supervision), zip ties or duct tape, hot glue, and patience.

2. Do Some Coronavirus Coloring

If you have younger children, this Coronavirus Coloring Packet is a great way to teach them about the virus (without it being too scary). This can also be a fun way to keep kids engaged in creative play or an art activity for school at home.

3. Virtually Visit a Local Zoo

Did you know that you can watch the beluga whales from the Georgia Aquarium, the sea ottoers in Monterey Bay, or the daily Facebook livestreams from the Cincinatti Zoo?

It’s been all the rage in our house. Whenever we need a break from the routine, I’ll say, “I wonder what the whales are up to?” and it’ll completely refocus our attention to something else.

4. Look Through Old Photo Albums

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Over the past few weeks, Austin has asked me about my childhood too many times to count. I think he’s taking stock of this moment in history and trying to understand what will be memorable for him, as it was when I was young.

One idea of fun things to do with kids during quarantine is to take time to go through old photo albums. Recount moments from when you were the same age, or reflect on embarrassing moments or silly clothes you wore! Show your child some of your favorite toys or favorite hideouts. Making those connections will help your child see the world through your eyes, which will be very memorable for them!

5. Create a Recipe (& Do Math)

Recipes are fun, but they can also be used as learning tools for kids, too! When you decide on a recipe, have your child measure out different ingredients. They can work on adding or subtracting fractions, or even multiplying in doubling a recipe!

These were homemade, almond flour blueberry muffins! We made them in my silicone heart-shaped pans!

6. Make an Indoor Herb Garden>

Of course you can always make an outdoor garden, too! But if that’s not feasible, this indoor AeroGarden is fully sustainable. All you need is to refill the water and food when the light goes on. They’re basically stress-free, but produce all kinds of fresh herbs: basil, mint, thyme, etc.

PS: For other kid-friendly plants, check this out!

7. Tour a Musuem

If you’re looking for fun things to do with kids during quarantine that can be educational, too, take advantage of all the virtual tours available online!

For example, you can visit the Louvre and walk through exhibits!

8. Particpate in Random Acts of Kindness

This little girl, a patient at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, died days before what would have been her eighth birthday on April 8, 2014. Her parents have started an ‘8 Random Acts of Kindness’ campaign to promote good deeds in her honor. And you can encourage your family to take part in it!

9. Have an Indoor Picnic

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Nothing makes a ‘Stay At Home’ order as fun as doing picnics, breakfast-in-bed, and other fun out-of-the-norm activities. You can create your own ‘outdoor experience’ by opening windows, playing an outdoor soundtrack, and even getting dressed for the occasion!

PS: If you’re looking for an adorable picnic basket, check this one out!

10. Make Fun Family Videos

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TikTok and Firework are all the rage right now, and for good reason! Making videos and goofy clips on technology can bring families together! It’s also a great way to connect over contemporary apps, rather than fighting your kids to stay off of them.

Here’s a silly one my family did when my sister was in town (right before the quarantine!)

11. Create Cards for Patients

A meaningful way to teach your child about the Coronavirus is to encourage him or her to participate in supporting healthcare workers by making handmade cards!

12. Do Some Board Games or Puzzles

Don’t underestimate board games and puzzles! These can be sneaky ways to develop your child’s fine motor skills and concentration. Although there are so many good classic games, here are a few I recommend that many don’t know about: Ice Cool and Chick-A-Pig.

PS: You can see other games right here!

13. *Travel”* to Worldwide Desitnations

From the comfort of your couch you can check out this virtual tour of the Great Wall Of China or see live animals in the African wildlife cam.

If you’re into hiking, you can take a tour of Acadia National Park, or even check out the glaciers! Or, if you’re feeling really adventurous, take a virtual glider around the world!

14. Participate in a Quarantine-Friendly Parade

Schools and communities around the country are participating in ‘quaratine-friendly’ parades, where people can drive in cars to keep social distance from one another. Here’s a wonderful social-distance-friendly parade for a St. Jude’s patient who finished her chemo treatment!

15. Develop Connection Through Screens

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Screentime can sometimes get a bad rap. These college kids worked together to create this compelling video singing and performing music together! Despite the distance, we are still connected and can create beautiful things.

16. Do In-Home Science Experiments

During quarantine, add science to your home-based curriculum with this crystal growing kit or this snap circuits set!

You can even do virtual science lessons with Bill Nye himself!

17. Listen to a Kid-Friendly Podcast

Podcasts aren’t just for adults! There are tons of kid-friendly tracks, like this ‘But Why?‘ series that helps answer questions for curious kiddos.

18. Try Kid’s Yoga

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When kids are home from school, it might be hard to get them excited about physical activity. But what if it was fun? There are so many options for fun and kid-friendly workouts. For example, they can try virtual kid’s yoga!

PS: You can find a few options for exercise and mindfulness right here!

19. Watch a Live Book Reading

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As a licensed teacher, I’m passionate about helping students (especially during distance learning!). I’ve created an online channel for teaching House On Mango Street, and I have plans to add more literature, too!

You can also check out other live book readings, like this one from Oxford all over YouTube!

Other Fun Things to Do With Kids During Quarantine

We are constantly updating our Instagram page with tips and ideas for getting through COVID-19. We also have resources at tips on our blog. If you have ideas or something you’d like to contribute, just leave a comment or send us an email. We’d be happy to hear from you! In the meantime, stay healthy, safe, and social-distanced! ❤️

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ecotone99 · 6 years ago

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[SF] Matilda and Zeus

[ XXVI ]

It would seem that Matilda may have been screaming into a black hole during her free time in her dreams. I guess that’s one way to save on therapy she would think whenever she awoke with tears falling along her cheeks and the lack of warmth in her bed being something that reminded her the shivers she felt in her dreams were real. It would be eternity of pulling one arm across her and downward as she were forced to cast the tethers of her two men as far from one another as they followed the Sun that seemed to be dragging them through space. Matilda knew her arms for this reason of gesture of making endless X slashes through the air as she danced and sang her day away missing one or the other men: a tragic use of time as she wasted time daydreaming aboot both idiots who were never around to help. Matilda had spent undergrad cheering on teams with large sparkling bows and wee skirts, until she were bored of not being taken seriously and went back to destroying wooden courts. Matilda had once wondered what her future Husband would look like, and so she were bothered by the unknown in the meantime. She had even met with a psychic and feel shy when she began asking aboot her future husband, and cutting her off mid-chants: stating she didn’t want to ruin the surprise. An odd service to pay for when she had no intentions of knowing her own fate, but the psychic obliged her wishes. This were before the time of a Sun and Moon, and a time where her own survival was still considered uncertain.

Matilda would spend her time trying to think of what her life had been like before the two men decidedly chose to tear her in two. She knew it weren’t the time or space that they had each met: but the order. For Matilda would have most likely overlooked Kness and his jock-like demeanor out of annoyance and embarrassment towards how she felt whenever she blushed looking his way. Matilda had saw him as a blue-light for her heartbreak from being forever rejected by the Viking and didn’t even think much more of what he provided in the bedroom, as the quiet man always said little with purpose. She admired Kness and his ability to know when it were inappropriate to say nothing: the only one who seemed to care that Matilda had curved spine and had died at some point. He were all that she aspired to be: for her Indigenous Warriors always stood behind him even when they disagreed with her. They decided in their stature that they were a tethered pair: each standing tall with their arms crossed remembering their culture and one another no matter the distance. She would be her true self with him, and know he held deep sorrows that needn’t be expressed in words, but with the comfort he gained each time he stood in front of Matilda as she opened her door: looking down fondly at his only Queen.

Matilda knew that it were not important that she pick between the night and day: as one still refused to even talk or look at her at all costs. She only only pertained her focuses on herself and which next chess moves to lay out in the upcoming days. She had dream that her black hole that she had conjured in her dreams: now waved unsteady, as the sounds of it grew angrier the longer she were trapped in this sarcophagus of static and torture. Her dad had once told her that she were to stop speaking, and she remembered vividly that she had ignored her father and his command as he silently objected by raising his hand. She had been asked to turn an apple inside out as some sort of game, and in her childlike ignorant bliss: decided she were the only one fit to the task. She now only wished to know why she had thought she were ready for such a feat when the two beside her were both boys and bored to death. They had stood around the Golden Apple holding hands as they stared at the beautiful static that called each of the three from within its depths. She had only wanted to be the right hand man to her papa, and instead was left a child bride: unprotected and uncertain.

Matilda wished she had proper English to those all around her, as she hated being embarrassed and not knowing the right words to say in the moment. Such issues had caused barrier when she had met the Viking: for she had little of value to say whenever he were near because of his awkward ability to push her away and pull her close at the same time. She laughed that he always had found reason to touch her skin to check her realness, and how he would gaze at her neck whenever she were pensive. Matilda had no words for how this fellow made her feel besides the childlike churning of what could only be called first love. An old take on an old man. She would forever look for him in her dreams as she only wished he missed her the way she missed him, and always felt guilty that she could never be whoever he had always wanted her to be. Matilda would never be able to hold title and love him without condition as she couldn’t really change the fact she were born with the ruling ambitions to fulfill the role of Queen.

Matilda held their hands for what seemed like eternity, and now wished only to invert the black hole if it meant that she could win the game. She hadn’t the slightest clue as to how to that, and so instead she admired the view of her two men as they took turns escorting her to the bedroom. Her systems were finally updated and her ideas of self finally replacing the doubt used to hold her music heavy. She reached out for her two men and always stood amazed that Kness were always the one holding her hand proudly: despite all that they had been through. He would bring her peace to her storming waves and raging hurricanes of despair, and somehow always knew what to do in a time of crisis. She were always glad that they were honest with one another since she hadn’t the time to dilly dally, and he were already always naked for some reason. She missed their quiet talks smoking and wondering if they had done such lovely feeling in their past lives. They would always find one another in their roughest times, and know that being friends were never going to be enough. Matilda loved him in ways that made her sad, as he would always be able to take advantage of how she felt because he were her Kness, and she his only mess. They would laugh at the stories of an invisible Viking that now lead her back to her culture: tired of longing after white boys and their need to be complicit and uncertain.

Matilda had believed she could be enough for someone to love eventually, but time always had a way of bringing her into the present. She enjoyed her time alone and began writing a shitty story about all the shitty dreams she had growing up, and somehow just only missed the title Captain. She tried remembering how she had wished for silence and for her confidants to call her by name and not duty, but now only longed for the latter. She wished now only for her ship back, and a reason to make this all make sense in some sort of fashion that couldn’t be called anomalies. The girl now only cried in the stress that she may never be enough to change the world: and never able to tell all those she loved what she meant. Matilda wanted only now for a purpose greater than all that she’d seen so far, and crew better than most of those she had met so far. She now only wished for a chair that held the rank of captain: a throne fit for a Queen.

When she and her sisters had been asked to draw pictures of their husband under hypnosis and substance there would be no way of knowing what form their rendering would take. Some humans here had fell sick and began loving inanimate objects and Matilda had only known she had passion for sport and glory. She couldn’t imagine as a kid that someday she would be stuck daydreaming aboot two men and not having access to either by issue of space or time. She allowed herself to lean to the right whenever she missed her lush Ness and his odd way of always complimenting her. She would lean to her left whenever she missed the stable and calmness that were her Viking and his aged boredom. She avoiding giving answer to herself and all those who could imagine what that would feel like to have their heart ripped in two at every-second of every-day. She were being shredded into pieces as she felt her mind fill with static and stomach fill with deceit, being used as surrogate to a fucked up science project. Matilda had turned the apple over and over as she took turns holding each hands with endless randoms until she found a small speck in which the static rang from. It were a black humming sound that lingered in her eyes and held her captive to herself. When she were finally tired of the endless ugliness of her devils triangle she decided she had finally had the answer: and weren’t sure how to send out the S.O.S. for anyone to hear across the multiverse. She had finally decided which hand to take and knew the rest of her fate would always be uncertain.

She stood in the middle of the empty room and asked if there were anybody there: when no response came she decided it were time to sing and dance as she were basically alone. Matilda gave her dances and songs to her Peoples time and time again, and watched as dimensions slipped away from her grasps each time the her Indigenous Peoples were extinguished from the face of their Earth. She finally let her tears go and wrote down her story as a story of caution in case she were ever dumb enough to choose either of the men that stood at her side. She reminded herself how she had chose neither and only space instead in a past life: the two men forever fighting to prove they were her only until they admitted they loved one another. Matilda would still rub her temple in irritation wondering about what the two were always arguing about until they appeared in her apple fully dressed and speaking English. She would admire how passionate they fought for her affection with one another knowing that she needed them to fight if it meant they didn’t fall the way of Alexander the Great. She would say nah to herself over and over again until the time were endless and the two would finally hold hands when she were absent, as the Ancient Gods were unable to die and stuck in a loop, watching as they grew closer by fighting over her and aboot her and what the other was lacking. It were like a shitty sitcom that she didn’t want any part of, but were scared to turn off. Matilda now sat as passenger wondering if she were meant only to play part of cheerleader: never to be taken seriously as a candidate for Queen.

Matilda had her answer having realized her body told the truth more than ever, and she knew time were running out in a sense. She thought of how annoyed her papa would be whenever she did dumb shit, and how he growled that he’d wish she’d listen for a change. She heard how eager his wife were whenever she wished to hear from her children, and how miserable she were whenever they made excuses to never show. Matilda had dream where she had seen this woman now named Carmen, as she smothered her three daughters in their sleep, and noted that she had seen her in the doorway of a room she had yet to ever set foot in. This were a dream of warning sent to her by her papa: as he too saw the ghosts of his children whenever they decided to visit Matilda for the holidays. Matilda wondered what had happened on those timelines, as she were in the one where Theresa, Tina and Tamera had still existed and continued to turn into their mother. Matilda would leave the Crescent Shitty as she laughed at these inferior women as a teen too young to care aboot consequences. She left the sad woman weeping in her sad little house as it poisoned her land, and knew that she could never return unless her she were holding her dad's hand once more. Matilda would find it best to hide her feeling of her love for these two men in black and white as Carmen always stood in the sketchiest shades of grey, and watched for any proof of her children that she once murdered. It would be many more years until she learned that this woman called Hera that she feared were nothing more than an ignorant cook who fed others food made with loathing and hatred. Such a small ant of a human being Matilda would think: and her choice as to let her abuser live: uncertain.

Matilda had such cunning thoughts by herself, as were the poison she were always trying to get out of her system. It were a habit to be ugly hearted having grown up with Carmen for a short time and allowing herself to fall into the category of bully as though it were normal. These were unbecoming traits and so Matilda reported the errors of judgement to Marv, Mel and Rindy until they were no longer accepted as the norm. With her light giggle restored and English mastered: Matilda only wished for a life filled with success and fortune. Such weak goals for a world filled with the uninspired she would think to herself. Such stress were often blown off in steam by way of her Ness and without him she often felt filled with pent up angst for the future of their Peoples. She would wonder what moves to make as to break that tether of this odd sexual bliss-like fantasy, but resort to the memories of their past as a playful non-couple even as she tried full on relationships down the road. He were a suitor in arms and not to be trusted half the time: a man who would never need any female to serve as his Queen.

Neither men were worthy, as they each often had moments of being flat out awful and using Matilda to help with their insecurities, young and old alike. She hated that she would let herself be ripped in two in relationship in which she were the only giver and the other two men each only had method of being a taker. They ripped her from East to West like a pelt and watched as she wept begging for anyone to help. One busy looking in mirror, and the other busy looking to find the bottom of a bottle, and they would take turns as they did that for many lifetimes over again. Matilda did not fear either men: as it were only her Ex: V. Peaches who had once dared hold a domestically violent relationship with the woman destined for greatness. She knew her stories of ugly violence would only anger Kness in ways she’d never seen and that were often substantially too scary to prepare for, having once been confused by Kness pouting when she had stood smiling too close to Charlie. She be left alone with her secrets for years trying to move past the memories of Tino and his hate: that were now just as real as Kness and his impromptu kisses. A man she had avoided talking about for years in case he were near stalking her again, unarmed and ready at all times to die. He had been the one added part of the equation that could make or break a woman, and they watched helplessly as he beat her senseless for years: the fate of a battle angel uncertain.

Matilda had spent a whole day sickened with ill-willed thoughts as she tried to find words for this chapter. She had avoided telling only Kness of Peaches for years now, as his might and strength were still to be unseen while he were in sleepy panda mode. It were a nightmare she re-lived: in a hallway where she had planted it next to the horrific room with only a mattress and a light above. An ugly daydream she thought she needed to feel alive: remembering waking up with his large hand around her throat as he crushed her small windpipe gasping for help as her feet dangled. She would wake up to the six foot man punching her with no end in sight or dragging her by only the hair until she cut it off as defense strategy. He had already won: as he told whispering in her hear that he were willing to go to prison if it meant he’d never see her with another man. Such horrors are those only found within her community, as a majority of the male Indigenous Warriors had fallen sick in body and or spirit. Matilda gave him excuses until there were none left to give, and a three month child waking her up from the nightmare as he finally delivered the final blow to her stomach and whatever personhood she had built. It were now and forever only her fear of dying in her sleep: to this monster that she had willingly slept by, as he were still out there lurking in the dark wishing death on her and her children. She remembered Peaches and his drunk breath as he threw her to the ground in disgust: kicking her side and neck as he yelled. She always awoke in the same fetal position feeling the same self-hatred remembering how people had looked away from her in shame for whatever she had done to deserve being publicly lynched by this drunk monster. His own mother would equate his anger to her fault, as she were dumb enough to leave out her monies for him to later steal and use at a pub: paying her back with punches to her face and stomach when she reported it missing. She had done that for over two years before she gave up. Her sisters would look away and watch as he choked her whenever he drank, and they left the woman to die at his hand. For Matilda had been taught early on that her two older sisters: Desmona and Athena were not her friends: but only her sisters. Such rash thoughts for her papa to giver her as a child, but she grew wiser early on in her youth to ever expect anything from either woman. Matilda now watched as they ridiculed her for being single without children: because that was all that defined them, and they knew no other way of life. These were the rationale of the weak and frail, as each additive member would be seen to Matilda as another reason for someone to put her family at risk. Such were the lonely thoughts of a Queen.

Matilda knew that her past with this man who claimed himself royal heir to the Peach orchids of the Desert would always catch up to her, as Tino had once told her that he had no issue breaking her neck. Matilda now wished only to break the bias and prejudice she held for his Tribe: the Jovian Peoples: called the Navajo. She had met so many nice and helpful people from this Tribe since Tino: it would seem they had done more than enough to prove it were he that were default of a human and not the whole Tribe rotten. She wished warm and safe wishes to her Kira that was fighting across seas painting random shit in the desert while under green camouflage. Romona was Navajo, and so Matilda knew she would never have to worry about Tino laying hand on her if her best friend Roro had anything to say about it, and she looked forward to seeing how tall the woman would grow to be. It would only be after meeting the Viking and her Kness that she felt comfortable addressing how distraught the dreams of her past life had made her, as she had met them barely able to stand by herself. She no longer needed to worry about Peaches finding her, as Ness would always hid her scent and view from the public whenever she happily stood behind him. Matilda knew now only that she wished to be left alone, forever single a lone Queen: still scared of people uncertain.

Matilda watched as time slowed each time her and Kness walked past one another, and how odd it felt to know someone by a look passing by. She wished only now to have met him first to the Viking, as she had known he had almost destroyed her with their first dates. Kness were always left picking up her lifeless body and trying to figure out what to do with himself while he were helpless, and she were always too embarrassed to ask for help. Each of these men she had called for at some point: in the darkness of her dreams, one to the West and one to the East: screaming to absolutely anyone in the void in a rage fit. she needed help finally, as she were tired of fighting alone, and no longer strong enough to even stand. Matilda missed her kids and her family, in ways the dead-eyed savages couldn’t understand, as love knew no constraints or limitations. She missed her future self and all the things she wished she could have been: a curse that often held her back in her bitterness that she hadn't been given even the smallest chance at a fair fight in this place that she called Hell. Instead she stood at the vortex of two black holes: bored and smiling: holding only an apple. Such odd practices were only reserved for the Gods of Olympus, and Matilda had forgotten she had been one of them once upon a time. It would take thousands of lives and parallel universes to find the right laugh to fit into the right body, but she had somehow done it. She would turn the Golden Apple in her hand over and over again: until she cold pick which hand she wished to grant the apple to, as her only job in this game was to name a suitor to stand at her side as Queen.

Matilda watched and observed her weaning strength as it tried to tell her what was happening without her consent. She knew Carmen and Shelly had something to do with this, but their punishment would be for another time, and when she finally stood on fair fighting grounds. She wished out loud and finally closed her eyes and simply said neither. Matilda wished to grant the Golden Apple to her Papa (William James Brooks), as it were originally his ship in the first place. Matilda were only holding his apple to help him enter through the black hole the last she knew. Matilda threw the stupid apple behind her and walked out of the room that held her hostage as she finally climbed the stairs that held her freedom. This had nothing to do with her: as do most politics where old men bid and barter their children as pawns. Matilda were no pawn in an ugly game, and she had no real incentive to choose either men: since they had both proven that could both mean in their own ways. She owed it not to the hundreds of greedy old white men: ignoring their own shriveling dicks. Matilda were never actually given any true choice in this fake simulated version of her life, and she were tired of everyone going out of their way to register eye-contact if it were no longer a blind study. Such diplomacy were considered farce until these men could allow the war councils and congresses to be divided half with women: out of respect and not necessity. It were childish to believe her papa would have wasted his time barking orders to her aboot her inability to pay attention and how unsafe her practices of playfulness were: since her scars proved she were often straight up wreck less and dangerous. Matilda could no longer hear the voice of her papa, but she always knew better enough: her dad had taught her common sense meaning that her dad would never let her play such a game if her life were in any real danger, and assuming that she had agreed to the terms without his knowledge somehow. She now only wished: to gift her papa his Golden Apple back in order to say sorry for having not hugged him more, as she slowly recalled him trying to reason with her on the matter. It were not up for her to play the Fates or even pretend she knew the true meaning of magic, as those were only reserved teachings for the Ancestors. For now she only wished to take her papa by the hand once more and ask if they could finally go home now: forever stuck the scared wee girl who believed with all her hear that her papa would always come back for her. She honestly didn’t want any of this: wondering why the Golden Apple had chosen her in the first place: feeling stupid for having lived her life certain that she were actually a disguised as a mere peasant hidden in the masses: Queen.

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