#I'd be lying if I said no tears were shed

[silverslipstream]

A Tribute to Kevin Magnussen

I watched his first race, and I watched his last. To me, there's no driver who's defined my time as a Formula One fan more than Kevin Magnussen, and I truly count it as a privilege that I was able to follow his F1 career: the highs, the lows and everything in-between. This is a tribute to the driver who I've watched grow as I've grown: from Australia 2014 to Abu Dhabi 2024. Thank you for all the memories Kevin! Forever our Viking ❤️

[mintmatcha]

hey mint! I am so curious about foster dad nanami. I just think he'd be great with kids especially the shy ones who don't talk much

cw: implied child neglect

The first child that comes into his care is described as "a bit of a lost cause."

It was the boy's fifth foster home in just as many months. The social worker made it clear that Nanami -a single man and first time parent- was not only not her first choice, but quite possibly her last resort.

"He can't be with other children," she explained on his doorstep, "He tries to take over and parent them. There's also a lot of trust issues with authority figures and some pretty bad tantrums, so don't beat yourself up if he's too much to handle."

She went on, explaining the faults of the kid as he sat in the car, watching with a distant expression.

"What does he like?"

The social work paused.

"Toys, games-- what does he like?" Nanami repeated.

"I'm- We aren't sure."

The boy was scrawny, all elbows and knees, and already outgrown the clothes he came with. The last home he had been in had shaved his head to get rid of lice, so his head was only dusted with a hint of dark, black hair.

"If you shave my head again," he said softly, but with conviction, as he stood at the dining room table, "I'll punch you."

The social worker had commented that meal times were an issue, so Nanami didn't push him to sit. Instead, he let him hover, eating bits of food whenever Nanami would take a bite himself.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise."

"That means you're lying," The boy dropped his current handful of rice back onto the plate. His voice was much too disappointed and wistful for a ten year old, "Anytime people promise me anything, they're just lying."

"What makes you say that?"

The boy peeked up through his lashes. "They promised me I'd stay with my brothers."

Over the weeks and months, Nanami found out more about Choso. He had four younger brothers and a 'baby still in mom'. The food hidden under the bed was for them if they needed it, as were the clothes he refused to part with, and the tears he shed at night.

It turned out he liked art. Choso would wrap himself around a limb and practice filling in his caretaker's long faded ink, pretending to tattoo himself.

"I know it's silly, but one day I wanna tattoo. Like, really tattoo."

"Why is it silly?"

Choso thought that over. "I dunno."

He continued to doodle in silence for a while and Nanami continued to read, unphased by this new tradition.

"Nanami, I miss my mom a lot," Choso said suddenly, "But I love it here a lot too, so... thanks for not sending me back."

Nanami rustled his now shaggy hair. "I would never turn you away."

Just after a year in Nanami's care, Choso and his brothers returned home. The parting was bittersweet, filled with promises that Choso could call whenever he wanted. The contact dwindled rather quickly, but the two never fully fell out of touch.

.

Seven years later, Nanami gets a call from a familiar number.

"Choso," he greets, "I hope you're sleeping well."

"Nanami." The tone of Choso's voice tells him that this isn't about pleasantries, "Are you still fostering?"

"On and off."

"My youngest brother was taken out of my mother's house this morning," the younger man sighs, "She's back on her bullshit and I'm not old enough to act as guardian, besides, I can't watch a toddler while at my apprenticeship-"

"You don't have to explain." Nanami's already pulling up his booklet of numbers, paging through for the numbers, "I'll make some calls and see what I can do. What's his name?"

"Yuuji."

[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 3

Warnings: angst, protected sex, cheating

"What's your deal?" Kie's agitated voice draws JJ's attention back to his current surroundings, a bonfire with his friends. Only everyone has apparently retired for the night except Kie and he hadn't even noticed.

"Dude, what happened to your arm?" Kie leans over to get a closer inspection of the claw marks on his bicep but he withdraws, casting her a disapproving look.

"Who are you screwing now?" Kie huffs a laugh, taking a hit off her weed pen but JJ shakes his head, refusing to answer her. He'd fucked Y/N a second time. And a third. And a fourth. Now he was thinking about things like birth control and how to prevent her boyfriend from ever finding out. She'd show up almost every day at the same time and he'd have to cover her mouth to muffle her screams in the thin walls of the shed as she came. They were both addicts and he couldn't stop. He didn't want to. But the thought of sharing him made him borderline violent. He'd been avoiding the party scene for a few weeks now and his friends were noticing. JJ just couldn't stand the thought of seeing her being a girlfriend to someone else.

"JJ, come on. You can talk to me." Kie's voice is there again, pulling him from his thoughts. JJ looks over, taking in the concern on her face. She wouldn't get it. She hated Kooks. She'd tell him he was being stupid and should stop. Shit he didn't want to hear.

"My dad is back." JJ shrugs, snagging her pen and taking a hit as he sinks into the lawnchair. Kie sighs, relaxing into the chair. Nothing had to be said about his father. They all knew. They just didn't know it was a lie.

JJ groaned into your neck as he came, your legs wrapped around his waist from your spot on the workbench. Sweat dripped down his back and from his brow as he fought to catch his breath. He was never satisfied when it came to you. His cock was always hard and ready to go whenever you came around, even if he'd just came inside you. Your hands slid up his bare back and into his hair, tilting his head up to capture his lips but he pulled back, denying you.

"Don't." JJ rasps, slipping from inside you. You winced, anger marking your pretty face. JJ couldn't help but think you were even prettier when you were angry.

"Why won't you kiss me?" Y/N demands, sliding your panties back up your legs and crossing your arms as he discards the condom and zips his shorts. JJ ignores you, wiping his brow with his shirt and tosses it on the table.

"Same time tomorrow?" JJ raises his eyebrows at you, reaching to flip the light off when you roll your eyes, fighting back angry tears.

"JJ--."

"Don't," JJ growls, resisting the urge to go to you and hold you in his arms. "This is sex. We don't have to kiss."

"You had no problem kissing me before!"

"Yea when I thought I'd only have you once. When I thought I'd never get to kiss you again."

"And that's changed because you get to fuck me on a regular bases?"

"Yea because now I have to share you. I'll share your pussy but I don't want your kisses. Don't kiss me after kissing him."

"Because kissing is so much more intimate than fucking?"

JJ groans, dragging his hands down his face. You didn't get it. He couldn't ask you not to kiss your boyfriend so he resisted kissing you instead. There were no parts of you that were just his and he hated it. He hated having to be so cold and detached but it was the only way he could bare to let you walk away each time.

"For the record, I don't kiss him and I don't fuck him. We haven't been intimate in months. The whole relationship is for show." You try to shove past him but he grabs your arms, stopping your retreat as something blooms in his chest. Surely you were lying. Why was he getting hopeful?

This didn't change anything. If anything, it only pissed him off more over how involved in the Kook politics you are. His hands drop and you visibly pout, pleading with your eyes.

"JJ, why are you so mean to me? I thought we both wanted this. You approached me. You made me want things. You made me feel things. I was content with my life before you." You whisper softly, your hand resting against his bare chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart.

"I don't share." JJ bites out. "I tried not to want you. I tried to push you away because I knew I wouldn't be able to let you go but you pushed back. You made me do this."

"I made you!? I can't help that you can't detach yourself enough to have casual sex. Maybe you shouldn't have whispered dirty things in my ear at that party and drew me in with false promises." His eyes narrow on yours as he takes a step forward, your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"Please tell me what false promises you're referring to because I'm pretty sure I've made you cum enough times on my tongue just in the past week that I'm surprised you can even walk straight." You shudder, his voice low and dangerous. He was right but you liked pissing him off.

"Right back at you." You snarl, attempting to pull away but he doesn't let you. You only grow angrier when a cocky smirk reaches his lips.

"You do know how to do more than just talk shit with that mouth. I'll give you that." JJ presses you against the wall, his hands low on your hips. You find it hard to breathe with him looking at you like a four course meal. He was always ready to fuck after a fight. And you fought often.

"Go fuck yourself."

"I'd rather fuck you." JJ growls, planting a wet kiss against your neck that has you shivering. He kisses his way down your chest and down your visible cleavage before he kneels before you. He lifts up the hem of your dress and raises it up to your face.

"Bite down. You let go and I stop." You do what he says, your body buzzing and ready all over again as you bite down on the fabric. You feel his hot breath against your pussy, his tongue carefully probing your clit through panties as his hands caress your shaking thighs. You faintly hear something creak but your excitement for his mouth was too great to notice.

“What the actual fuck?” You both jump at the sound of a female voice. Your dress falls back down your body as JJ jumps to his feet defensively and moves in front of you.

“This is who you’re fucking? Are you for real?” You recognize her from his friend group. The mouthy Kook turned Pogue. Kiarra.

The disgust in her tone instantly pisses you off. But what stops you in your tracks is the way she looks at him. Like she’s actually feeling betrayed.

Like he’s not just a friend to her.

[gardenoblues]

Woe...what a night.

The relief in his eyes when she said she wouldn't judge him so easily. The delight in his face when she said she would've taken it further.

The curious tilt of her head, thinking how he knew she got expelled, and with no hesitation she'd do it again. His reaction to it; the evident joy that he couldn't hide.

Then all goes to hell when he says;

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Her face softens as he says it. Thee Wednesday Freakin' Friday Addams.

It sealed it. A validation.

Someone liked how unhinged she was, a normie even, accepted her for who she is. He was different from the snobbish, insufferable elites she had met in the school she didn't want to attend. He gets his hands dirty and not like the Nevermore brats too spoiled to know how a coffee machine works.

And it all made sense at the end why she was so into him too.

Him being a normie was fine.

She couldn't have foresaw or imagine him as an outcast.

But him being both of two worlds was so unexpected, it stung. Everything he did was a mockery of her shortcomings, and they both knew it. Him more than anyone else.

As much as she couldn't stand the fact that being a psychic, a raven, and missing the most crucial part of the puzzle humiliates her to the bone, it didn't change the fact that, yes.

Yes. All was done, blood was shed, tears were wasted and lives were taken.

He was suddenly the monster wreaking havoc in town. Disemboweling bodies in the woods, lying as if it were walking, killed his therapist boy-monster.

He wasn't just Tyler Galpin; a part time barista, and a wide eyed boy ready to comply with her whims.

He was, and is the Hyde.

Walking freely in town wearing the same innocent face that managed to fool her and stayed out of her radar. With his bigot, normie, sheriff father.

All smiles and sunshine in the daylight, but at night the shadows consume him.

"Of course the first boy I'd kiss would turn out to be a psycho killing monster. Guess I have a type."

Yeah girl you have a type.

And it's a temperemental beast with a mind of its own.

And it all started with a cup of coffee he had made for her. And those damn words she held in the back of her mind every time she does something unpleasant or disappoints her family or the head of the wretched school.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

But this time, it wasn't Tyler Galpin's voice echoing in her shabby mind.

It was her voice that she tried to suppress as her ribcage claws out of her chest. Denying any hint of affection.

There is always an explanation why things are the way they are, and why people act the way that they do.

And it was in front of her all this time.

Even now that Tyler is splayed bloody in the open.

There it is.

The reason why she liked him.

[bassettmemes]

BIG DUMB HEART, CHAPTER ONE ↳ a collection of lyrics from jenna raine's big dumb heart, chapter one ep.

CRICKETS.

"I know I made it weird the second I said those eight letters."

"You kinda disappeared so fast your silence made my head hurt."

"I take it back and honestly, I probably didn't mean it."

"Is there a way that you can turn this off?"

"I used to hear your voice every night."

"Every single sound, I miss it, cause now all I hear is crickets."

"I'm sorry if I'm having trouble following your logic."

"You got this funny way of keeping things purely platonic."

"I'm not delusional, I'm not the only one who sees it."

"You could hold my hand and rest your head to keep your heart real busy."

"You could tuck me in and play pretend, but you just couldn't kiss me."

STUPID CUPID.

"Here come the nights, the losing sleep. You're out with people I won't ever meet, instead of me."

"I can't decide on which is worse: the moving on or staying in the hurt."

"I wanna hold on tighter, that's just the way I'm wired."

"I wanna hold you like this, don't wanna say goodbye yet."

"Stupid cupid really hit me hard with a love that could've gone real far."

"Stupid cupid when you crossed our stars, you broke my heart."

"Here comes the distance sinking in, the paranoia wonder where you been."

"Sometimes I wish we never started. Loves a moving target, and the next part is the hardest."

"Stupid cupid, why'd you do me like that? Why'd you send me someone I can't have?"

FADE AWAY.

"I looked in your eyes and I didn't see the same you."

"You were just going through the motions. You didn't care at all."

"You watched me fade away and left me with your ghost."

"You just faded away and left us in the smoke."

"I tried to defend you, but all of my friends just shut me up."

"Maybe I was never enough."

"Watch me take back all the love you don't deserve."

"You lost me baby and I know you'll start to hurt."

"I won't be there when you need somebody like I needed you."

SHE'S THERE.

"If I got a dollar every time I let you back in, boy, I'd be richer than any doctor, could you imagine?"

"I'm tired of giving and giving and giving 'til I'm out of battery."

"Little Miss forgives too easily."

"Little Miss walk all over me."

"Little Miss never gets checked up on."

"A therapist for everyone."

"Little Miss tryin' to do her best."

"Little Miss needs more hours of rest."

"Little miss running on a tightrope in thin air, just to show she's there."

"Night of your birthday, I made a big deal. I bought you flowers."

"Mine three weeks later, you didn't text me. How hard is two words?"

"I'm never the voice who disappoints you, and I show up every time. When you don't, then it's fine."

BAD HEARTS.

"You were my everything, my here goes nothing."

"Thought you were chasing me, but you were runnin'."

"I did nothing wrong, was perfect as perfect can be."

"You didn't shed a tear cause you've got this down to a t."

"I was crying, and you kept lying, saying you're sorry for the thousandth time."

"Bad hearts don't break when they say goodbye."

"So, I hope one day, I'll cross your mind, and you'll realize you ruined the girl who could make you better."

"if you're still okay, it's 'cause bad hearts don't break."

"You walk away and you shrug your shoulders."

"You were over us before we were over."

"Barely been a week, and there you go again."

"I already know how that love will end."

"I always wondered how they do it. Hurt someone like there's nothing to it?"

[los3rkid]

"Just Go"

A/N This is a revised version of the previous story, as there were several misspellings and parts that were not clear. It is still a Carl x male reader story, and I am the sole author now, as my co-author and I are no longer friends.

~Flashback~

"Hey Carl, could you come over here, please? I'd like to have a word with you," the fourth-grade teacher beamed, prompting the entire class to react with excitement. Carl shushed his friend and obediently made his way towards the teacher. "We have a new student, and I've chosen you to help him settle in, alright?" Carl grinned, glancing past the teacher to catch sight of a petite boy peering out timidly. "I'm [M/n]," the boy introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, [M/n]. I'm Carl. Let me give you a tour of the school!" Carl gently took hold of the boy's arm and eagerly led him around. Little did they know, this encounter marked the beginning of a cherished friendship.

~End Of Flashback~

"That's not fair! You can't say that!" Carl exclaimed, his voice brimming with frustration, directed towards [M/n]. [M/n] responded with a smile and calmly retorted, "It is fair, Carl. Just accept it. I'm taller." Carl swiftly fired back, "Well, at least I was taller than you when we were kids." Well the keyword: 'was.' You have short genes," [M/n] playfully replied, pushing Carl in a nostalgic manner reminiscent of their childhood. "Come on, please ju-" [M/n]'s words were abruptly cut off by Carl. However, before [M/n] could utter another word, a horde of walkers emerged, encircling them. Reacting on instinct, they both bolted away, drawing their guns.

[M/n] skillfully dispatched walkers left and right, while Carl inadvertently became separated from [M/n].

Carl (POV)

"Darn it, darn it, darn it! These walkers have become faster," I muttered, shooting down the walkers blocking my path. I frantically scanned the area, searching for [M/n]. "Where on earth is he?" I yelled in frustration. Though it felt like an eternity, I managed to eliminate the walkers in my vicinity. Determined, I set off to locate [M/n]. As I turned a corner, my heart sank at the sight of him lying on the ground, clutching his injured arm.

He looked up at me and surprisingly smiled. How could he possibly remain so composed?

[M/n] had been bitten. The one who had always been more cautious than me, more confident than me, kinder than me, and even calmer than me, was now bitten. "Carl, please don't cry," [M/n] said to me, urging me not to shed tears while I faced the impending loss of my closest friend.

"Just go. Leave me behind. I don't want to turn and hurt you. Just go," were the last words I heard before I fled, leaving [M/n] behind.

~12 hours Later~

"Bring him along," commanded a deep and resonant male voice, echoing through the air. The speaker, a tall and imposing figure, gracefully lowered himself to the ground, gently sweeping aside the disheveled locks that obscured the boy's face. In a swift and deliberate motion, he snapped his fingers, prompting his companions to spring into action. With practiced efficiency, they swiftly and deftly seized the lifeless form, securely placing it within the confines of the waiting vehicle. As the engine roared to life, a collective chuckle erupted from the men, enveloped in the dark humor of their shared mission. "Rest assured, he possesses the potential for greatness," one of them remarked with a knowing gleam in his eye, before joining his comrades inside the truck.

(M/n) [POV]

As my weary eyes fluttered open, I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, searching the room with a growing sense of unease. To my surprise, there was not a soul in sight. Suddenly, the door violently swung open, revealing the imposing figure of a man. Without hesitation, he placed a plate next to me, recognizing my ravenous hunger. I wasted no time devouring the meal, my stomach grumbling in appreciation. The man's chuckle filled the air as he remarked, "There's more if you desire, my young friend." Setting the plate aside, I mustered the courage to address him, "Why haven't I transformed?" Confusion etched across my face, I rolled up my sleeve to reveal a bite mark I had acquired. The man examined the wound, shaking his head in response. "Well, kid, that's exactly what we're trying to ascertain," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "(M/n)," I interjected firmly, unwilling to be referred to simply as "kid." He raised an eyebrow, surprised, before flashing a friendly smile. "Very well, (M/n). I'm Negal, pleased to make your acquaintance." As his words settled in, he continued, his tone taking on a commanding edge. "Now that you're within the confines of my base, you'll be working under my authority without question. Do you understand?" Meeting his gaze, I silently nodded in agreement. A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he led me outside, where a multitude of individuals gathered, busily consuming their meals. Negal's voice boomed across the open space, capturing everyone's attention. "Attention, all! This individual beside me is now under our protection. Any harm inflicted upon him will be met with swift and lethal consequences. He is to be obeyed without question. Is that understood?" A resounding chorus of "yes" echoed throughout the base, solidifying my newfound status and the collective resolve to safeguard me.

With a warm and welcoming smile, Negal greeted me, "Welcome home, (M/n)." Having delivered his words, he left me to observe the bustling activity of the people below. As I stood there, lost in the sea of faces, a stranger kindly offered me a refreshing beverage. Gratefully, I found a comfortable spot near the staircase and took a sip of the liquid, presuming it to be water. Reflecting on the journey that lay ahead, I couldn't help but acknowledge that it was going to be a long and eventful day.

~Approximately one month had passed~

A sense of satisfaction washed over me as I watched the life drain from the walker we had just vanquished. As we began our journey back to the base, Negal halted my steps abruptly. "Hold on, (M/n)," he interjected, his tone carrying a hint of excitement. "We're going to mold you into a reflection of myself." With an expectant smile, he guided me into a room, revealing a woman named Cindy. Negal explained her transgression, noting her failure to bring an adequate supply of weapons when the need was dire. "So, here's why you're here again," he continued, placing a firearm into my hand while gesturing towards Cindy. "As punishment, you'll end her life. She's made this mistake three times now." I turned to face Negal, searching his eyes for any sign of remorse, only to find a devious smirk aimed in my direction. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me, but I redirected my attention towards Cindy. With a heavy heart, I whispered an apology before pulling the trigger, ending her existence with a single, fatal shot to the head. Negal erupted into laughter. "That's my boy," he exclaimed, his amusement evident. "Let's continue onward. We have matters that demand our attention." With those words, he departed the room, leaving me alone with the lifeless body of Cindy. Moved by a sudden impulse, I gently placed a delicate flower upon her chest, a small token of remembrance amidst the chaos of our actions.

~2 year Later~

Carl [POV]

I squinted my eyes in frustration as the approaching truck caught my attention. "Why in the ever-loving fuck is he here ahead of schedule?" I muttered under my breath, a tinge of annoyance coloring my words. Determined to investigate the situation, I swiftly exited the confines of the house and briskly made my way towards the gathering where Rick stood.

To my surprise, Negal emerged from the crowd, poised to deliver a speech that would undoubtedly shed light on the unexpected arrival. "Ah, I bring tidings," he announced with a mixture of authority and intrigue. "We have a fresh addition to our ranks, a new member who joins our distinguished team." My cynical thoughts bubbled to the surface, already preemptively labeling this newcomer as yet another sociopathic individual to contend with.

As the truck's door swung open, a young figure stepped out, standing shoulder to shoulder with Negal, There was something strikingly familiar about the kid, but my thoughts were abruptly halted as a commotion arose near the infirmary. Curiosity piqued, I found myself drawn to the growing crowd and instinctively followed their lead, my footsteps echoing with purpose.

[good-mourning-mate]

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Maaate,

Something is not sitting right.

You warned me about your family, and now it seems that they're taking from you. The day after we said our farewells to you. I don't know what they're taking, though. So, maybe I am going crazy.

It can happen, though. Going crazy, I mean. Especially after sitting with a corpse for the past three days. The corpse of your close friend kept warm by a ventilator. The doctors had wanted to do more tests, but I knew it was pointless. There was no brain activity on the previous scans carried out. You were clearly brain-dead. The top of your head was deathly cold, as were the tips of your fingers.

Your niece, Simone, said she needed to spend time with the cats alone. She stressed that she wanted to play with them and to just spend some in your space. So, I went there to feed them and waited for Simone to arrive so that we could get another fob key from the caretaker. That way, we can all gain access to your flat without incident. We sorted the fob keys, and I reminded her to cook and eat some food so that it doesn't go to waste. We then hugged, and I reassured her that everything's okay. I left and got in an Uber at 2.55pm.

At 4.21pm, I get a message from her saying that she'd taken a few things from yours, at her mum's request, and that she was now going home.

It's not sitting right with me.

I know there's nothing I can do. I can't stop them taking your stuff. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. I mean, you're no longer alive, so it's not bothering you, is it? So, why is it bothering me? Is it just because of your previous warnings. So, I'm a bit paranoid about your family's intentions, or am I justified in feeling weirded-out by Simone's brief visit just now?

Something just seems off, mate.

I'll be going back later to feed the kitties again. And then tomorrow, I'll be moving them to my house until I can find furever homes for them. I've messaged that catdad, Paul, who you mentioned in your final note, but I've not received a reply as of yet.

I'm keeping Bubz. He can live with me. But I'll make sure, if anything, Archer & Annie stay together, and Bear & Tiggs stay together.

Oh, and yesterday, while your family & I were standing around you in ICU. Your mother, Deana, decided to switch lanes and started running her gums about how you lying there in that state was somehow my fault. About how I was horrible to you during our last conversion on Monday and about how I shouldn't be there with you.

She was proper projecting, mate. She's one bitterly twisted sociopath. You did always tell me that. I told her that it was mostly her fault, that she was a shitty parent, how she didnt even have the decency to return your calls, and that she's the one who shouldn't be there because she didn't deserve you, as her daughter.

Your sister, Phoebe, along with your longtime friend, Tammy & that guy who is not your boyfriend, Joseph, were silenced. No one said anything. Your mother eventually stormed off out of the ward. It was at this point that they all verbally agreed that Deana was always bang out of order. And that I should just ignore her. It was all hushed, though, like everybody fears her wrath.

Your aunt Lizzy died yesterday morning due to cancer. It was the same day Phoebe gave consent for the doctors to stop the machines that were keeping your body from decaying.

Your mother must've been communicating with a lot of other family. Regarding yours and Lizzy's deaths. But something just seemed fake about her, mate. Like, she was crying only because she remembered to. Like something would prompt her to shed a few tears, then they swiftly dry up.

And that, Joseph, the guy who's not your boyfriend, but you played the role of his girlfriend since August. You know, the guy who you were shouting at down the phone on Monday while you put that ligature around your neck.

You could've just called me again to tell me how you were feeling at that moment. We'd not long since spoken. You know I'd always shut up & listen if you seemed in a bad state.

But I digress, yeah, well him, that Joseph. He tries way too hard, man. He wants to be useful. He does that so that people like him, and gradually, he hopes they become dependent on him. That is his trauma-response. He was probably mocked, possibly humilated as a child for any shortcomings perceived. So, he overcompensates, just like you did, but he's desperate for acceptance, whereas you craved validation. He's eagerly offered to help with moving the kitties, insistence, even.

The kitties are doing okay.

They're all eating and drinking regularly. Archer has still got fire liquid poo, the poor boy.

I've just reached yours. Simone has taken that massive painting of you off the wall. I couldn't tell if anything else was taken, though, because you've got too much stuff.

Why did she make up that whole scenario of wanting to be in your space with the kitties instead of just saying she's coming round to take some of your stuff and see the cats for a min. It's a bit shady, that. Why swerve their intentions like that? Again, maybe I'm overthinking it, but it just seems off.

She's made food but not washed up after herself. Who the fuck does she think is around to clean up after her, eh?

People, eh. Grown folks, at that ffs

20:10:01

[elliebear666]

I'm not entirely sure what this short story is about. It's alright tho, I guess.

Were life not such a series of tragic events, around which something resembling society's idea of 'normal' occurred, I could have forgiven my brother Gabe for telling my daughter that "everything happens for a reason." However, life is indeed a mind-numbingly constant stream of loss and pain and death.

"... Like your mom, ya know?" Gabe said to Lisa, my teenage daughter, whose eyes were bloodshot, puffy and bruised. Nearby, mourners talked softly amongst each other as the funeral home director spoke with my departed wife's father - likely about pricing; even dying in today's world was expensive.

I stormed over to Gabe and Lisa and got in between them as Lisa started to sob. "Her mother is dead, Gabe!" Lisa slumped to the floor and cupped her face in her hands. I knelt down and put an arm on the poor girl's shoulder as she cried. "Go have a smoke or something Gabe." I wrapped my arms around my daughter and she pressed herself against my black button-up.

"I was just telling her that her mom's in heaven, Colin!" Gabe sputtered defensively.

I angrily turned to glare at my doltish brother, my face burning hot and my eyes narrowed. "Go the fuck outside, Gabe! Out back!"

"Fine," Gabe muttered as he turned around with a huff and a grumble and disappeared around the corner.

"Why did she have to die?" Lisa cried into my chest and pulled on my shirt as she shook and mourned the loss of her mother. The other attendees looked down at her with pity, and I looked back with helpless upset.

"Let's go over here out of the way, hon," I said, pulling myself and Lisa to our feet before leading her across the room to the streetside vestibule. I ushered her through the door and closed it behind us.

"I miss her so much," Lisa wailed.

"I know you do, baby… I do too." Since my Johanne passed away in that hospital bed, her hand's grasp on mine gradually loosening until the ECG machine started keening, I'd felt disconnected and empty. It felt as though my body had ceased to experience anything other than nothing or anger that quickly became rage.

Lisa looked up at me as tears streaked down her face, her lip quivering. "Uncle Gabe said everything happens for a reason. What was the reason mom died?"

"Your uncle is a dumbass," I replied softly, although the pain and outrage I felt had sharpened the response. "Bad shit just happens, Lisa. People fuckin'... bad shit happens. There isn't a reason why."

"Uncle Gabe said mom was in heaven. Is that not true either?"

I sighed and cleared my throat. "If heaven is a real place? Your mom is there. She was… you know how she was; endlessly patient and unconditionally loving, she was good. Your mother was good. She was a kind, noble, gentle woman. If there is a heaven, she's there."

Lisa sniffed and buried her face into my shirt. A sports car zoomed past, sending a rainbow cascade of oily water every which way. "He said that… that I'll understand everything when I'm older, and that we don't always see God's plan."

"God's pl-" I started, but fury overtook me and I gritted my teeth in frustration. My emotional boiling point had been reached yet again. "God's plan?" I repeated as I began to pace up and down the driveway of the funeral home. I licked my lips and scoffed.

Lisa's eyes were wide as she looked up at me, her face swollen from shedding so many tears. "Is he lying?"

"I wouldn't say he's lying. But… ya know what? Fine." I sniffed and spat into the dirt. "There is no plan, Lisa. What plan could involve all the horrifically awful shit that happens to people we don't even know exist? God planned for little fuckin' kids to starve to death? Or be bombed? Or whatever horrific terror you can dream up?"

"I don't know," Lisa murmured as she shook.

I exhaled exasperatedly and pulled my girl back into my arms. "I'm sorry, hon."

"It's okay, dad."

"I'm supposed to be strong for you, Lalalisa."

"You are strong, daddy."

My lips quivered and I pressed my back against the wall of the funeral home and slid to the ground, Lisa coming with me to sit in the gravel. "I can't believe she's gone."

Lisa hugged me tightly and pressed her forehead against my neck and shoulder.

"It doesn't… it doesn't feel real," I said quietly as tears began to bud in my eyes. "Until death do us part." I cried silently as I sat with my daughter in my arms. A sixteen wheeler roared by, buffeting us with the acrid odor of coal and industry.

"You two were perfect for each other."

I chuckled as tears streamed down my face. "Yeah, we were."

Lisa sniffled. "I'll be strong for you, daddy."

My expression broke into a tormented grimace as my body became wracked with sobs. "I know you will, baby girl."

I suppose that, when you bury your hurt, it'll stay under the surface for a while. Hell, maybe even years if you can manage it. But eventually, someway or somehow, that hurt will reach a boil and it'll either scald you or overflow and make one big goddamn mess; maybe both.

Even though my girl and I survived the tragic death of Johanne, neither of us were the same. Pain changes a person. I don't think it's fair to say that it makes them stronger. If you get to a point where you're unaffected by life's trials, are you stronger or simply desensitized to suffering?

If I ever get to a place in my life where losing a loved one doesn't absolutely and utterly destroy me, I'll know that life took yet another soul and crushed it.

Growth makes us stronger. Every single event in our life we learn and grow from. But not all of those life events have to be so goddamn painful for us to grow. That's an age old fallacy that attempts to justify the loss of our innocence and sensitivity. Some degree of adversity will have us developing resilience and enhancing our empathy.

At some point, however, that adversity and pain doesn't lead to growth but to wilting, decay, and death.

I guess life is a tightrope challenge between too much pain, and not enough. What a sad, sad existence is life. And yet, I can't help but feel that it is still beautiful in its own magnificent, fucked up way.

[sentient-rift]

Emerl chuckled about the smile comment.

"Yeah, I definitely know what you mean. I may not have a mouth, but I know what it's like to be happy. I'd be lying, though, if I said I wasn't envious about not having a face that emotes emotions sometimes...

"But, you know... Being a robot who can feel emotions at all is something to be grateful for. Sometimes ya gotta count your blessings to really realize just how good you got it, you know?"

He found himself in deep thought when Milla said it would be a sad world without him. Before RiFT took him to MegaMan and Bass' world, the last thing he saw was Sonic's agonized expression and the tears he shed, thinking he was going to be destroyed. To be honest, Emerl really thought he was going to die at that moment as well, and he probably would have if RiFT didn't step in. But even though he nearly caused the destruction of the Earth, Sonic still expressed how sad he was to see Emerl go... And he was sure the rest of his friends back there were just as sad... He probably even made Cream cry again for disappearing. Sonic always said that one of the worst things anyone can do is make a girl cry. He'll have to apologize to her the next time he sees her... If RiFT will allow it, that is.

"It's funny. There would be a lot of people who would say the world would be a better place if I didn't exist because all they saw was a weapon... But the friends who were sad when I almost died... The ones who cried when they thought they were going to lose me forever... It makes me happy to know have have such wonderful friends... But also sad that I broke their hearts at that moment... It's a conflicting feeling to be happy and sad about knowing my friends really loved having me around... But I wouldn't say it's a bad feeling... If anything, it's a reassuring feeling..."

Milla sure is a modest one. She was already such a joy the moment Emerl met her earlier. He guaranteed everyone would love her the moment they meet her as well.

"I'll work on seeing if I can get you to meet Cream and the rest of my friends from the past. In the meantime, feel free to come visit the Flower Shop whenever you want so you can meet some of my other friends. You already met Cosmo and Sorrow, but there are others like Trip and Klonoa who I'm sure you'd get along with, and even some more friendly robots like Gamma and Terios, though you probably wouldn't be able to tell Terios is a robot at first glance since he's an android made to look like Shadow the Hedgehog... Uh, that's another friend from my past, by the way."

She paid very careful attention to the description of this new friend, someone that Gmerl respected. He sounded like he was a strong fighter! capable of alot but, a little dim around the edges. She couldn't say who that most closely resembled since Carol was normally the one doing the teasing. Maybe Askal? or General Gong? she wasn't real sure but she would just have to meet them someday to! So many interesting people from a world she now wanted to visit!

" It's always good to have a friend you know will have your back when things go sideways! That's what Carol always says! I guess she's right... we would have been in a bad way with out Lady Neera and the General. Good Friends are worth more then gold gems! "

" Well that's Shang Tu for you! the birth place of Avalice! and the center of Wisdom! that's what the brochures say! But it's not wrong, as the oldest nation in all of Avalice many great leaders have graced the halls of the palace! guess they had time to write alot of great proverbs! i'm always learning something new from the history of the city! "

Fate worked in funny ways, she agreed with him about that point. You would think that weapons like them would have no place in the world and yet---here they were with friends, a family and a purpose!

" I think... the world would be a sad place without you in it... so i'm happy Fate lead you down this path. I'm happy you found the people you did... the friends that make you sm---oh well umm i guess you cant really smile! but uhh! you know what i mean! "

She laughed softly!

" I can't wait to meet her! and all your other friends! they all sound so nice! i just hope i make a good impression! I get so nervous around new people..."

[kazewhara]

keep talking. (2)

part one here.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, other genshin characters mentioned in passing

# — summary: you don't have to hear him through a phone anymore.

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: fluff galore with a touch of angst. that's literally it.

# — notes: @chichikoi i gave myself cavities because of you LMAO. as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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a week, kazuha said. only one more week and then he'd be home. but a week comes and goes, and he's still not home.

"there's--" kazuha's sentence is halted by the boom of thunder overhead. you hear him inhale sharply. "i'm so sorry, my love. i know i promised i'd be home, but a terrible storm blew in; the forecast says it will be here for at least another week, and--"

you interrupt him with a soft noise. "kazuha, you can't control the weather." you can hear the apology in his voice. he's probably beating himself up for not being able to keep his promise to you. "you're safe, aren't you?"

kazuha sighs softly. "yes, but... i was really looking forward to coming home today." you can almost feel the dejection through the phone. it makes tears sting your eyes. "i miss you so much, love."

"i miss you too. so much." your voice trembles. you swallow back the lump that suddenly forms in your throat. "but your safety comes first. you better come home to me in one piece, you hear me?"

you're really glad you can't see his face right now. he chuckles, and you hear some shifting and another pop of thunder in the background. "i hear you loud and clear." there was a brief silence before he says: "i wish you were beside me."

you curse silently. he isn't making this any easier for you. you know how he gets when thunderstorms hit; his hearing is too sensitive and it gives him headaches. whenever it gets bad, kazuha would press his ear on your chest and you would cover the other with your hand, allowing him to focus on your heartbeat. the steady beating would sometimes lull him to sleep.

you laugh wetly into the receiver. "that's not fair. you're gonna make me cry at this rate."

"that's not my intention at all." kazuha sounds frantic for a split second, troubled by the thought of you shedding tears for him again. "i'm sorry; will you forgive me? don't cry, dove." he sounds so wounded. "anything but that."

you swipe a few tears away from your eyes and take a steadying breath. it's a good thing he can't see you. "i won't, kazu'," you reassure him. you're sure he can hear the thinness of your voice, but he doesn't comment on it. you two stay quiet for a little while, leaving you to listen to the way the rain beats against the window over the phone.

thunder crashes again. it's so loud that it makes you wince. "kazuha, are you--"

"petal," he says at the same time, "would you please talk to me for a little while longer? please," he almost begs you, "it's... a bit loud here."

'a bit', he says. your heart wrenches; you want nothing more than to cover his ears for him, to completely take his mind off of the storm. but with so much distance between you, you know that's not going to be possible. you absolutely hate it, but the best you can do for him now is talk until he's satisfied -- or at least until the weather calms down enough.

you make yourself a little more comfortable. "want me to tell you about my week, then?"

kazuha's reply is immediate. "please." then, "can i see you?"

you have half a mind to say no in fear of the tears that have yet to go away, but you think twice. your desire to see his face outweighs everything else. you agree and prop your phone up on a pillow across from you as you wait for his camera to turn on.

when it does, you see that kazuha's in a similar position as you: he's lying on his hotel bed with an arm tucked underneath his head. his scarlet eyes gleam in the lamplight, and a quiet smile overtakes his face. "hi." his smile only grows further.

you giggle. "hey."

again, there's a comfortable silence between you. with the way you two are positioned, you would think he's lying across from you. you wish you could reach out and touch his hair, but if you did that right now, all you'd feel is your phone screen. something dims in kazuha's expression and you wonder if he's thinking the same thing you are.

lightning suddenly flashes on his end and the entire screen goes white for half a second. when you see kazuha's face again, he's frowning with his eyes closed. almost immediately after, there's a loud crash of thunder; somehow it seems louder than before. kazuha doesn't speak right away. he presses his lips together and you try to think of something to say.

"the kittens near the convenience store," he finally says. your eyebrows twitch up when you understand what he's talking about. "how are they? did their mother return?"

you shake your head. "no, unfortunately." this wasn't how you wanted the conversation to start, but now that it's started, it's easy for you to come up with some more things. "xiao and i had to take them to the shelter where he kept one."

kazuha cracks an eye open. "it wasn't the cream-colored one, was it?"

you snort. you know how much kazuha loved that one. "no, he didn't. he took the fluffy black one. he named it heise. oh, and that reminds me, yoimiya stopped by for looking for you the other day..."

once you've got the ball rolling, you chatter away, telling kazuha what's been going on in the week leading up to his delayed arrival date. he nods along and chimes in every once in a while, and slowly, you start to notice him reacting less and less to the storm raging outside. eventually, you see him cover up a yawn with his hand.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes again. "i don't mean to seem disinterested. please keep going."

you tease him a little bit. "i can't believe my own boyfriend thinks i'm boring."

kazuha must be too tired to play along, because he actually looks a little disheartened by your words. "that's not it, love, i promise."

"kazuha, i know." you hush him. "it's okay if you're tired. do you want me to hang up?"

"no." he doesn't waste a second. "your voice is... almost like a lullaby to me. keep talking, please. where were you, anyhow?" he muffles another yawn. "you were saying something about klee making you and the others play hide-and-seek?"

even when drowsy, kazuha was still paying attention. your face warms when he calls your voice a lullaby. you continue for his sake. "it was one hell of an afternoon, really..." you start.

not long after that, kazuha's breathing evens out on the other side, his shoulders rising and falling steadily as he sleeps. the storm hasn't gotten any quieter outside, but he's resting peacefully, not a twitch or wince to be seen.

your little routine of talking until kazuha falls asleep continues for the entire time the storm torments the town kazuha's in. when he wakes up one morning with the news that it's finally safe to return, you nearly fall over yourself with excitement. thanks to how far away he was, his flight was over 18 hours long, meaning that he wasn't going to be in until some ungodly hour of the morning, but you don't care. come hell or high water, you were going to be there.

and so you find yourself dozing off on some chairs at the gate at 2:30 am, waiting for kazuha's flight to come in. you haven't heard from him since he boarded sometime yesterday, making this the longest you've gone without speaking to him since he left.

you wonder for a moment if you're too excited. you've been at the airport for a little over three hours now; you timed the flight wrong and were too lazy to turn back. you were up for hours preparing for this day. you even wore one of kazuha's favorite sweaters (which he was kind enough to leave behind) just to surprise him, but unfortunately, that meant you were on the brink of falling asleep.

you pull out your phone and glance at the time. "it wouldn't hurt to take a short nap, would it?" you yawn aloud to yourself. you pull up the hood over your head and tug on the drawstrings, sinking down in your seat to make yourself more comfortable. you had about 30 more minutes before the plane landed; you'd be up by then. you look at the door at the gate and crack a small smile. in thirty minutes, kazuha was going to be home. you feel giddy, like a child anticipating a field trip. sleeping would definitely make time go faster. your eyes slip closed and you finally doze off, your head resting on your own shoulder.

the first thing you realize when you wake up is that you are most definitely not in the same position you fell asleep in.

your head is resting on something warm. you mistake it for the cushioning of the nearby chairs for a moment, but as soon as you realize that you're laying on someone's legs, you shoot upright, too mortified to acknowledge the sudden vertigo. you throw the hood off your head and immediately start spewing apologies one after another.

"i am so sorry," you bow your head, too ashamed to look the stranger in the eyes, "i was so sure i was alone here and i must have moved when i fell asleep, i--" you're interrupted by the sound of a quiet snicker. your cheeks flush and you hazard a glance at the sorry soul you forced to watch you nap.

looking back at you is not a stranger, but kazuha, his kind scarlet eyes glinting with mirth. evidently, he's trying very hard not to laugh. when you gape at him, your mouth suddenly dry, he taps the underside of your chin twice, making you aware that you'd stopped speaking mid-sentence. you close your mouth with a silent click.

neither of you say a word as you try your best to process the fact that you're seeing kazuha. you were laying on his lap and he just touched your face. there's no mistaking that he's real and that he's finally in front of you, but a part of you is struggling to comprehend it. kazuha looks more than amused by your mental battle -- it must show on your face. how comical you must look to him right now. kazuha takes the initiative when he realizes that you're too stunned for words.

"hello, my star." his voice is like honey coating your ears. "i'm home."

he's home. kazuha's really, really home.

you all but throw yourself at him, hugging him as tightly as you can and burying your face in his shoulder. he grunts softly with the force but hugs you all the same, squeezing you just as tight -- if not tighter -- than you are squeezing him. kazuha ducks his head and burrows his face into the fabric of your (his) hoodie and takes a slow, shaky breath. the two of you drink each other in, hoping to make up for almost two months and few extra weeks of lost time. he smells the same as he always has, like sandalwood and cedar. you inhale as deeply as you can in as you try to drown in all that is kazuha. neither of you move for what feels like an eternity, and then he speaks again, his voice muffled by your clothes.

"you've been using my shampoo, haven't you?"

you bark out a laugh and squirm in an attempt to push him away, but he doesn't move an inch. not that you mind. "i-is that so wrong of me?" you ask. your voice holds none of the bite you hoped it would. you're pretty sure you're crying, but you can't really tell with your face pressed into his shirt like this. "you were gone for so long."

kazuha's answering laugh is low and content. you can feel it and it nearly makes your heart stop. "i know." he says. "but i'm home now." you didn't think it possible, but his arms tighten around you some more. "i'm home."

you feel like the air is being squeezed out of your lungs. not because kazuha is threatening to pop you like a balloon, but because you have to see his face again. something desperate claws at you -- the need to see him properly is so strong that you make a small noise. thinking that he's done something wrong, kazuha releases you, but his hands don't leave your waist. they rest on your hips as he searches your eyes for any sign of distress.

you can practically hear his thoughts. it's a lot less worrying than it usually is -- you would've given anything to be able to read him with just a look for the past two months since it's been difficult with the distance. you rest your hands on his face and swipe your thumbs over his cheeks.

kazuha's eyes widen for a split second and then soften when it dawns on him that nothing is wrong. he brings a hand up to hold your wrist and turns his head to kiss your palm. you shiver and he laughs softly.

"i've missed your voice all this time." he says, a slight lilt in his tone. "will you say something for me, songbird? preferably not an apology this time."

your face burns hot at the new nickname. any and all confidence you may have had suddenly leaves you. "you should have just woken me up." you bite back.

kazuha kisses your hand again. "you looked so peaceful," he reasons, "i couldn't bring myself to do so and startle you with my own excitement."

"i wouldn't have been mad at you. i could never be mad at you." you feel the lump in your throat return when you finally register the warmth in your hands. you're holding kazuha and he is holding you; this is all you've wanted for two months. you feel like laughing at yourself -- someone would think he was gone for two years with how relieved you feel now that he's back. "besides," you breathe, "i dunno what else to say besides i missed you."

kazuha, the cheeky bastard, hums. "i believe i could think of a few places you could start."

you raise a brow at him. "oh really? and where might that be?"

your lover kisses the inside of your wrist, relishing in the way you shiver for him. "i personally love it when you welcome me back after long trips." he chuckles when you fluster; you didn't realize you hadn't said it yet. "there's no rush, of course, but i--"

"welcome home, kazuha." saying those words make you feel like a shaken bottle finally freed of all the pressure that had been built up. your insides unwind and you feel like you can breathe easier.

even though he asked for you to say it, kazuha looks delightfully taken aback. "one more time, songbird. please."

you indulge him. "welcome home."

kazuha leans in close and lightly bumps his nose against yours. he's a breath away -- you can count every one of his platinum lashes from this close. you sigh, contented, and he pushes face slightly closer, his lips brushing your own. "i love you." he whispers. every time he says those words, he says it like a prayer, his tongue cradling each word so gently, like they were fragile things. "i love you, petal. you'll never understand how badly i wanted to say that to your face again."

you almost don't reply. you feel like no amount of 'i love you's will ever capture what you feel for kazuha. your reply comes in the form of a kiss, one kazuha returns with as much love as you pour into it. you drink in the sound he makes greedily. only when you pull away do you feel the words come to you.

"i love you, too." your words are a prayer of your own, one kazuha accepts with fervor.

just outside the window, the sun begins to rise. day breaks, and kazuha is in your arms again; late, but present.

✧ i need a breather tbh. this was so wholesome, i think my brain is going to melt. my heart skipped so many beats while i was writing this -- i don't think i should be alive rn actually.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

Dance + Is it weird that I've daydreamed about our wedding? For the soft blurbs 🥹 with Steve Harrington

as i've said with the last few of these posts, thank you all so much for your patience. some of these take me a little longer to write and edit than others and i appreciate your patience throughout that ❤️

"Heaven" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Y/N and Steve attend Joyce and Hopper's wedding together, it gets the two of them thinking about their own wedding—something comparable to heaven.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 882

Content Warning: light mentions of alcohol and food consumption, light mentions of Vecna, light mentions of the Mind Flayer, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: tooth-rotting Fluffy Fluff

Extra Notes: tears were absolutely shed, i hope you guys enjoy

Based On the Prompts: "dance — our muses slow dance together" and "Is it weird that I've daydreamed about our wedding?"

Originally Written: 09/22/2022

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Steve's large hands were settled delicately on my waist, the two of us swinging back and forth as Heaven by Bryan Adams played over the speakers.

"I never thought I'd see Mom happy again after what happened to Bob," I said, just loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve looked over his shoulder, watching Mom and Hopper as they themselves swayed happily to the music. I giggled as I watched along with him, letting out a snicker when Hopper lightly stepped on the end of Mom's dress.

"I love seeing them together," he commented. "Lets me know that true love does still exist."

My eyebrows furrowed as I once again made eye contact with him. "Whatcha mean?"

"Well, up until I met you of course, I didn't exactly have the best example of love in my life," he explained. "It's nice to see them making each other happy, which is no small feat for Joyce. I don't think I've ever seen Hopper smile before today."

I threw my head back, letting out an amused laugh. "To be fair, I've never seen Mom laugh the way she laughs around Hopper. You'd think they were the teenagers the way they act around each other."

Steve let out a light huff, a smile tugging at his lips. His right hand departed from my hip, grasping my left one. His fingers tangled lightly with mine, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand.

I rested my head lightly against his chest, taking in the scent of his new cologne. I felt a smile appear on my face as I recalled the memory of helping him pick out the new scent.

"Alright, this is the Ralph Lauren one," he told me, holding the bottle up to my nose.

I giggled lightly at his behavior. "You act like you're the one getting married," I snickered, taking in a whiff of the cologne.

"Look, I've never been to a wedding," he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I don't think my Old Spice is gonna cut it though."

I let out a light huff, moving my hand up to his hair. "It's just Mom and Hopper. It's not like we're going to Madonna and Sean Penn's wedding."

"But it's my first wedding. And it's my first wedding with you," he pouted, taking my hands in his.

"First?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He let go of one hand, moving a strand of hair from my face. "First of many, I hope."

"Baby, you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms," Steve sang softly, his lips lingering close to my ear.

I swiveled my head to look up at him, taking in the softness of those brown eyes I loved so much. "I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven," I sang back, a smile making its way to my lips as I finished the lyric.

"I'm not," he said, "I'd say this is exactly what I'd imagine heaven is like."

My hands found their way to his chest as I leaned up, my lips landing on his for a long and tender kiss. I took in the taste of the champagne and wedding cake he'd been consuming a few minutes earlier, a sweetness I hadn't expected but welcomed nonetheless.

"Is it weird that I've daydreamed about our wedding?" he asked as our mouths parted. "Thought about what I'd say in my vows, what you'd look like in a white dress, that kind of stuff."

My lips turned upward as I gave him another peck. "I think about it a lot too," I admitted.

"You wanna marry me?" he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing together.

I let out a light giggle, my hand moving to rest on his cheek. "Of course I wanna marry you. I've thought about it pretty much every day since you gave me that dandelion in the second grade."

He chuckled deeply, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. "Why do you think I gave you the dandelion in the first place?"

A strong laugh made its way from my chest as I reminisced. "Jonathan was furious," I told him, "Not because his big sister had a 'boyfriend' but because he'd tried the same thing with Denise Whitley a week earlier and she looked at him like he was certifiably insane."

His hands wandered back down to my waist, pulling me ever so close. "Jonathan was always jealous of my good looks," he smirked, a laugh threatening to roll off his tongue.

"No, I really wasn't," Jonathan commented as he and Nancy danced past us, twirling her straight to the middle of the dance floor.

I rested my head against his chest again, a content sigh tumbling through my lips. We stayed like that for a while—happy and content. After everything that happened, what with Vecna and the Mind Flayer and all, it finally felt as though all was as it should've been.

"The thought of marrying you someday, Y/N Byers, sounds like heaven to me," Steve said, looking down at me with loving eyes.

I leaned up once more, my lips colliding with his for one, two, three feathery kisses. "Well, Steve Harrington," I said as I broke away, "It kinda sounds like heaven to me too."

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[isaisamess]

HOLY SHIT VOLUME 4 WAS AMAZING????

(long text incoming)

This volume was INCREDIBLE. First of all, the overall growth in skill and quality of Alex's directorial work is astonishing, I'm so happy for him and super stoked to see where else he takes the series! The production level in this volume was honestly mind blowing. The live action scenes, the CGI, the voice acting, the concepts, all just chef's kiss.

Honestly, this volume didn't scare me that much like maybe Exhibition or Vol.333, but also this doesn't matter at all because the scenes in this episode were honestly some of the best not only from the series, but from analog horror in general.

I am so happy for the new information we have about how the BPS gang have worked together, and how the personalities of them really shined in this entry. The scene with the video of the intruder talking to Adam was, needless to say, astounding.

The big scene with Dave and Gabriel was so unfortunate. It was really sad to see Dave in a state of so much despair for what has happened and deciding to just end it all. I really didn't expect it and I hate you Alex for k wording him (/j)

But honestly, my favorite scene was the scene with Thatcher writing the letters to Ruth. It was so we'll made. It made me so emotional, the pain and guilt Thatcher has endured for the past 17 years truly shows and it's heartbreaking. The writing is phenomenal and I'd be lying if I said I didn't shed a tear or two.

TL;DR, incredible volume, so sad, so intriguing, so well made.

Ok, if you read this whole thing I love you so much and now I'm going to watch the volume again to dissect the Easter eggs.

[sparethcsympathy]

SUCH INTIMACY WOULD HAVE ONCE SENT SOLDIER BOY RUNNING towards the hills, and he doesn't mean having sex with a pretty woman or laying next to one after some hot, rough sex. Sharing his emotions has always been a challenge for Ben. While he excels at specific tasks, opening up about his feelings makes him feel exposed. It's a side of himself that he rarely reveals to anyone. Not even with Crimson Countess, who he once said he wanted to marry and have children with-- while sex with her was pretty fucking easy, to say the least, he never did care about the notion of PILLOW TALK. Waved Crimson Countess off the second her mouth opened to speak her mind; it wasn't like he paid much attention. And with any other women before or during. It just seemed pointless... feelings, yuck. That shit was wimpy. 

REAL MEN don't talk about feelings; that's fucking pathetic; that's what women are for after all ! God made women have emotions, gossip, and sit pretty while waiting for their husbands to return from war. REAL MEN don't have feelings... that's for pussies. And Soldier Boy was no little bitch pussy. He was already a disappointment in his father's eyes; he couldn't be a pussy, either. Ben's upbringing was devoid of emotions, interpersonal connection, and affection. His father, who carried nothing but contempt for him, was the one who raised him. There was no sign of Ben's mother in the picture, nor was she ever spoken of. It's difficult even to visualize what she looked like, as his dad didn't keep any of her belongings around the house. Despite Ben's thorough search, there was no trace of her existence in that house. His old man never once DARED shed a tear, not for anything, or anyone for the matter. But that was just life in the past... his life. 

NOW ? WELL, SHIT IS DIFFERENT. THE WORLD WASN'T WHAT IT WAS ONCE... he's been gone for forty years. For many agonizing years, he endured excruciating torment and waited for someone to come to his rescue. His desperation grew with each passing day as he longed for anyone to release him from his suffering. Then suppose you can say his prayers were answered... forty fucking years later, but better later than never. Butcher and his little gang bang of heroes surrounded him with a waiting proposition. THEY WANTED HIS HELP to go against this cock sucker name ARES, some big-time new hero who wasn't the hero Vought thought he was made out to be. In New York, Ares held complete control and was free to do whatever he pleased; he was willing to oppose even those similar to him, regardless of the consequences. Those who fought him would face severe repercussions.

Amusing how he went from being trapped in that fucking box to being free and brought into yet another war... and while all that shit is going on, he has fallen for a woman who was... well, damn, something else. She matched his abilities on another level. Maggie knew how to swing a sword, and he meant swing that shit skilfully; it almost looked like she and the sword were one, dancing across the field with that sword, her slicing through the enemies, not once breaking a sweat-- she was graceful, and she was fucking beauty. She was his SWORD, and he was her SHIELD. They stuck close to one another when enemies approached them back to back, as they did many times when practicing combat together.

SOLDIER BOY IS LYING ON HIS BACK, HIS BODY PRESSED AGAINST THE OLD MATTRESS. Maggie is nestled against his sturdy chest, her head resting gently as his heart beats in rhythm with the closeness they are experiencing. The older superhero peeks over at Maggie with a smirk ghosting twin flesh, his heavy hand clutching her shoulder as to move her up against his chest just enough for him to kiss the crown of her head, letting out a low, heartwarming hum. " ... And I never thought I'd be free from that hell... " His thoughts started to stray into treacherous grounds, the emerald color of his eyes turning darker, and a sense of HOSTILITY clouding them as his nostrils flared briefly. But just as his ANGER began to surface, it was dispelled by the sound of Maggie's voice, which shattered the budding flames within his troubled soul. Their eyes met, his green eyes clashing with her blues, and he nodded in agreement with her. He didn't want to go back in that damn box, didn't want to be returned to the Russians, and didn't want to be apart from Maeve... to say he's in love... and he means real love, wouldn't be a lie. Ben runs a hand through her firey locks, then cups her cheeks lovingly. 

" I promise. It's you and me. I am a man of my word, Maggie. You aren't getting rid of me any time soon, sweetheart. You're stuck with me. Got it ? I- fuck. I don't even know if this is the right time to tell you this, shit....or if there ever is going to be a right time ? This world is falling apart already, so might as fucking well. YOU AND ME ? It's forever, right ? I'm not a romantic.... but fuck I can try for you. You're the only woman I met who puts me in my place. And the only woman I know who can knock me out. You match my crazy. And I fucking love it; I fucking love you. Whatever comes after all this shit, after we take down Ares... I want us to go through it TOGETHER.... " 

@leagueofdccm ; soldier boy / CONT.

     𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭  𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧,     she  didn't  actually  expect  to  ever  feel  anything  for  someone  else  again  and  she  fully  intended  to  never  let  that  happen  again.     feeling  for  someone  was  a  sure  fire  way  to  get  hurt.     they  could  be  used  against  you,  make  you  act  in  a  way  that  didn't  always  serve  you  best  and  they  were  a  complication  that  you  didn't  need.     losing  elena  the  way  she  did,  she  told  herself  that  falling  in  love  was  dangerous  and  she  would  never  let  herself  get  attached  again.     then  along  came  fucking  soldier  boy.     the  two  of  them  seemed  to  have  a  similar  way  of  dealing  with  things,  constantly  prepared  to  throw  themselves  into  a  fight  and  liked  to  numb  themselves  in  whatever  way  was  easiest  at  the  time.     she  hadn't  expected  it,  but  the  sex  was  a  good  way  to     𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭     herself  from  all  the  shit  that  was  going  on  with  ares  and  his  so  called  seven.     but  watching  him  get  redressed,  she  was  struck  with  this  sudden  need  to  now  be  alone  again  and  she  spoke  up  before  she  could  stop  herself.     fuck,  when  did  he  make  her  weak  like  this?     she  didn't  look  away,  keeping  her  eyes  on  him  as  she  exhaled  smoke  from  the  last  of  her  cigarette,  heart  racing  in  her  chest  as  she  almost  expected  him  to  walk  away.

     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝,     but  what  she  hadn't  expected  was  the  way  they  understood  each  other.     it  had  been  something  she  had  always  wanted,  someone  who  saw  her,  understood  her  and  doesn't  look  away.     which  was  exactly  what  she  got  with  soldier  boy  ben.     they  trained  and  fought  together,  they  fucked  and  found  some  comfort  in  each  other.     she  was  helping  him  catch  up  on  the  past  forty  years  that  he  had  missed,  she  seemed  to  be  the  only  one  somewhat     𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭     enough  to  actually  deal  with.     maybe  it  was  the  years  of  dealing  with  homelander's  temper  and  mood  swings  that  made  her  capable  of  helping  ben  like  this.     except  ben  was  amusing,  making  her  smile  when  he  probably  shouldn't  and  the  two  of  them  were  never  far  from  one  another.     though  she  was  sure  hughie  probably  wished  the  two  of  them  would  have  a  falling  out  so  they  didn't  keep  picking  on  him  so  much,  but  it  was  a  lot  of  fun.

     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  ��𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐭  𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,     her  heart  was  beating  so  loudly  it  felt  like  it  could  drown  out  anything  else  and  she  never  felt  more  exposed.     but  she  couldn't  deny  it  anymore,  not  to  herself  and  not  to  him.     she  didn't  want  to  be  apart  from  him,  she  preferred  it  when  he  was  around  and  as  much  as  she  told  herself  that  she  would  not  allow  herself  to  have  feelings,  she  clearly  had  lost  that  fight.     but  maybe  this  time,  they  would  look  out  for  each  other,  she  had  someone  to  fight     𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞     and  she  would  do  whatever  she  had  to  make  sure  she  didn't  lose  anyone  again.     maeve  smiles  softly  as  he  tells  her  he's  not  going  anywhere,  leaning  over  to  put  out  the  last  of  her  cigarette  on  the  ashtray  before  letting  herself  get  tangled  up  with  him.     she  sighed  softly,  eyes  closing  for  a  moment  at  the  feeling  of  him  drawing  shapes  into  her  skin,  foreheads  pressed  together  and  she  smiled  again,  blue  eyes  opening  to  look  at  him,     "     and  i've  got  you,     "

     𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭,     she  didn't  exactly  know  what  else  to  say  because  she  had  never  really  been  the  good  one  with  words  or  dealing  with  emotions.     she  didn't  know  what  to  say,  she  didn't  know  if  she  had  to  say     𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     because  whatever  was  happening  here,  it  was  real  and  clearly  they  were  both  done  acting  like  this  was  just  sex,     "     when  i  sent  butcher  and  his  little  gang  of  idiots  to  russia  looking  for  the  weapon  that  killed  you  so  that  we  could  try  to  kill  that  fucker  ares,  i  didn't  know  they  were  gonna  find  you,     "     maeve  admitted,  looking  up  at  him,  her  hand  on  his  chest.     fuck,  did  this  mean  she  had  to  be  somewhat  grateful  to  butcher  for  bringing  ben  into  her  life?     no  way  that  was  fucking  happening.     she  sent  them  there  and  she  was  the  one  who  looked  out  for  him  more  than  the  others.     she  was  getting  soft  as  she  was  getting  old,  all  the  shit  that  ares  was  doing  was  making  her  feel  more  like  a  human  than  ever  before,     "     whatever  happens  with  all  of  this     -     we  have  to  stick  together,  you  and  i,  promise  me  that?     "

[nny11writes]

im amused at how well you nailed everybody's character with so little context... season 2 hadnt even come out yet??? but scorpia would ABSOLUTELY cry over anything, and her lil baby lying to her would probably get a nice shedful of tears. she would somehow think it's her own fault for not being a responsible mother that makes her kid feel like they can tell the truth.

the idea of entrapta being the semi responsible parent despite irresponsibly creating life is funny to me. she built her own parents like you said, AND she actually has looked after kids (emily.... imp... wrong hordak...) so it makes sense shed be quite paternal even without actual role models to go from.

catra thinking shes never going to get attached to the kid and then being the most insecure parent xD

i love how you just straight up made a scorptra baby because why the fuck not (i love how entrapta just straight up made a scorptra baby because why the fuck not)

lol, thank you! It's a weird one because I started it so early on so I feel like I can see which parts (because apparently not ALL of the parts are posted like I thought they were) I wrote early on and which have been added since :p

I stand by Scorpia isn't an easy crier, but my god when it's her own kid she is nothing but water works! Absolutely she'd be like, "What have I done that make her not trust me????" While Catra is rolling her eyes like, "Scorpia she's a child, she can and will and should rebel." Meanwhile Entrapta sagely is nodding along, "Everyone does and is allowed to have secrets. It doesn't reflect on you."

They still talk with her later and make sure she knows they love her and she can tell them anything.

Look, Entrapta may be banned from the history museum because she kept sneaking a group of kids into the back to see the real dino bones, but one on one with a kid she will default to parenting rules imo. She programmed her own parents and I feel like she would want something to go by for it, so her rules are all very reasonable and she follows them well. If Clawdeen ever feels strongly that Entrapta is being unfair, they 100% sit and discuss it. Clawdeen knows if she can convince any of her moms of her point they'll change their mind lol.

Look my parents negotiated with me when I was about 4-6 years old that I would never have to wear dresses again and I could choose my own clothes from either the boys or girls section as long as I understood that my uncle's wedding was THAT DAY and there was no time or money to get me something different so I had to wear a dress instead. I am biased and SPT is like my parents. No curfew, just let us know if you'll be coming back after we're asleep. You broke this rule that you knew about, and this is the punishment we'd already told you about, does this still seem fair to you? No mandatory chores, but I was not allowed to leave a mess in shared spaces. So if I insisted on not doing my own laundry that was fine but I had to suffer with stinky clothes lol. There was a lot of negotiating, discussion, and checking in with them.

One time, I forged my dad's signature for a while in Elementary school and really thought I was slick, then when I got in trouble I forged it on that and my teacher crossed it out and told me I had to get an actual signature and explain why there was one already on there. My dad just let me cry about it for a while as he assured me he wasn't mad, and the first thing he checked was why I forged his signature. I did it because I always forgot to get it for my homework so I'd sign it before class when I remembered, and I didn't want him to be mad at me for getting in trouble at school. He was understanding and we came up with a solution so I wouldn't forget.

I base SPT on this kinda model where if one of them just knows they're the wrong person to handle it they make sure Clawdeen knows they love her and then have someone better set up for it do it.

Eventually all three will share basically all responsibilities, but at the start Entrapta holds the responsible parental reins. Once Catra isn't scared she'll over react and Scorpia is less of a push over, then the chaos can really kick off!!!

Catra is just really like, "Well if I say I won't care about this person, then I won't!" when in reality she will become so protective of them it's almost hilarious. Catra doesn't latch on easily but once she's decided you're one of her people, fucking good luck try to not be.

Catra: I wish we had super soldiers to back up the bots :(

Scorpia: Ooo, that would be so cool!!!!

Entrapta: I can do that, Hordak has cloning stuff anyways so I just need some DNA, like hair or nails.

Catra, who does not know what cloning and DNA are: And you'll make a super soldier!? Heck yeah, permission granted! I shed all the time. >:D

Scorpia, wildly misinterpreting what's happening: Yay, Super Pal Trio!!!!! <3<3<3<3

~

Clawdeen: How are babies made?

Entrapta: Well, you see, when you have at least one willing donor for genetic materials and access to a state of the art lab, you can grow one!

Catra, thinking she's being funny: Or two people can just fff-

Scorpia: KISS AND THEN THEY FIND A BABY IN A CABBAGE PATCH!

Clawdeen: Science or magic garden, got it.

Catra: Wait- no-

Scorpia and Entrapta: YES

[borathae]

I just finished SA and I'm sobbing.

The last three ones were a masterpiece.

First off, the intricacies of the plot. Wow.

How did you manage to come up with it will be forever beyond me...

Second off my taetae 🥺.

Third off, YOONGIE BOONGIE OMGSHFAFAFAFAFFA.

I'm so happy to know their story now, cause I've read his drabbles but this just explains so much. He's like not even just her soulmate but like WHO SHE WAS MADE FOR!? Like 3000 years after he falls this deep, this is just afhdjksiebbdueb like their souls are one? And their smut had me teary eyed, especially the one before releasing tae i full on had tears streaming maybe I'm just also a little too sensitive and might look crazy to some of your followers, but i said it before, nothing gets me more than that we're the only ones left in the cosmos and the divine created us for no other purpose but to love each other endlessly into the stars type smut.

I loved the universe so so so much and I'm just so emotional because the last chapters were ughhhhhh. I'm still trying to process things. Also your a/n at finis is 😭

I haven't met a man who made me feel this in so long

In conclusion miss Sibi i want to kiss your brain for writing it, it evoked so much within me even though I usually find it hard to do that with fantasy stories.

I also want to say that I think Tinashe - The Last Night on Earth fits Harmony so well...

And the way the walls are movin' got me thinking that I'm way too gone

So I know I shouldn't tell you, but it's easy if it's wrong

I love you

So just in case we die

Let me see your soul

So I'll know what to find

Wherever we go

(please listen to it if you want/can of course I just 🥺)

It's like her talking asking him to let her see his soul to shed his layers like it was their last time... Brb going back to the real world and my friends that are non fictional lmao

Lastly Sibi thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu i couldn't fit all my thoughts but just thank you for writing it

YOU FINISHED IT!!! AAAH I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!! Like I am not lying when I tell you that you sweet message helped me overcome writer's block with a certain chapter in MV. Like, I read your lovely words and felt so motivated to finally finish the chapter even if I was struggling with it. I want to give you guys more of this world because it's so dear to me and it's also to dear to you guys and I just :( I wanna give you all a big hug :(

I'm so happy to know their story now, cause I've read his drabbles but this just explains so much. He's like not even just her soulmate but like WHO SHE WAS MADE FOR!? Like 3000 years after he falls this deep, this is just afhdjksiebbdueb like their souls are one? And their smut had me teary eyed, especially the one before releasing tae i full on had tears streaming maybe I'm just also a little too sensitive and might look crazy to some of your followers, but i said it before, nothing gets me more than that we're the only ones left in the cosmos and the divine created us for no other purpose but to love each other endlessly into the stars type smut.

I WANNA SOB INTO MY PILLOW PLEASE I LOVE HOW YOU SEE THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I WANT PEOPLE TO SEE IT :( LIKE THEY ARE THE TYPE OF SOULMATES WHICH AREN'T JUST "you are made for me" BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE "no matter how many lifetimes I live, I will always find back to you" TYPE OF SOULMATES AND I JUST WANNA SOB FNDFANFA

Tinashe - The Last Night on Earth

I love that song so much omfg this is so them!! I'm gonna sob!! I'm so upset that it's not on Spotify, I'd have put it straight onto their playlist 😭

Seriously thank you for this message! It made my entire month!! 🥺💜

[imacokestar]

4 ☆ Town Wakes Up Next to You !! Part 3

TW: Blood (not much tho)

♡ Tae Young ♡

Today was a Saturday. It was the only day out of the week where you could hang out with Tae since he had to practice choreography the rest of the week. But ever since you two met, he offered every Saturday for you to come to his place and be with him for the day. " Hey Y/N, wanna come over to my house todaaay~? " And of course, you couldn't say no, I mean look at his face!! If you said no, you literally wouldn't be human. Soo you went. Didn't take long. I'd say about 10 minutes. Surprisingly enough you both live pretty close to an animal shelter since you both like caring for and saving animals. Specifically doves for Tae.

When you got there and knocked on the door, you were surprised by a blonde headed baby hugging you half to death. He cooed, " Ohhh you caaame, I'm so happyyyy~ I missed you so much! " He showered you with hugs and kisses. Before you exploded from all of his handsomeness, you said " Aww I missed you too~. Now let me go so we can actually hang out haha. " After realizing that he was strapped to you like a seatbelt, he let you go. He apologized even though he couldn't help it. You were just so adorable to him ^3^. Anyway, you two lovebirds head straight to the doves' sanctuary to see what they were doing. You were really interested in what he did when rescuing doves. Since the sanctuary was located in his backyard, it didn't take long for you to get there.

Once you get to the door, he opens it for you. " After you, my love~ " (such a gentleman 🥴) But almost immediately after you walked in, you both heard something in the sanctuary. It sounded like a cry. So you look around and spot a female dove on the ground, shriveling in pain. " Oh no! " " What happened, Tae?? " He answered while looking at the injury. " Penny scratched her wing. Poor girl. " Turns out Penny was a recent bird fostered in his home due to a broken wing. She's been staying there for almost 2 months. But now she has a cut wing with blood slowly trickling down. " That's awful. Will she be ok? " Tae sighed in frustration. " Yeah she'll be fine. She had just barely recovered from the last injury though. I've been so worried about her. "

You were just as sad as he was. For the fact that she had been through a previous injury and that Tae had been worried sick about her injuries to begin with. Just as he was about to shed tears, you interrupted his emotions. " Would you like help taking care of her? " He looked at you with a confused but hopeful look in his face. " R-Really? You want to help me? Cause you don't have to, I got it. " You insisted. " Of course I want to help. Not just to make you feel better, but to make Penny feel better as well. " Tae wanted to hug you right then and there. But he had to take care of Penny. So he took a deep breath to push his feelings down. " Ok. "

You guys spent all day nurturing Penny. You never left her side. But don't get me wrong, there were other doves to care for as well. Once every bird fell asleep, You and Tae took Penny back in the house and into Tae's bedroom. There was a ledge that he had with a cute little bird bed for any dove that needs comfort for an injury that they had. It was Penny's turn again for the second time. She fell asleep, so it was time for you guys to do the same. Tae lifted the covers insisting you to get in first. " Thanks Tae~ " "No problem, sweetie~ " He then joined you, becoming the big spoon, and you the little spoon. You guys faced the window, looking at Penny slumber under the moon.

It was 7:30 am. Tae had woken up before you did. He looked at the beautiful sunset greeting him from his sleep. He then remembered who he was laying with. He whispered your name trying to wake you up. " y/n...y/nnn. you awake? " To take a look at your beautiful face, Tae leaned over you a little bit. But expecting to only see your, he seen something lying next to you as well. It took him a couple seconds before he realized who it was. It was Penny <3! I guess she had woken up to lay next to you when you both were sleeping. Her pretty white feathers caressed your soft skin on your face. At that moment, he was convinced that it was possible to love you more than he already did. He kissed your forehead while rubbing Penny's with his thumb, whispering " sleep well my doves <3 "

He got up, showered, put on his clothes and left for practice. But not without taking a picture of you and Penny and making it his lock and home screen.

Writer's Note : FINISHED!! This one is kinda long, but I hope you enjoy it if you read this. HUGS AND KISSES ♡♡♡