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‘tis the damn season.

“so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend.”

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue! reader

warnings: 18+, SMUT, p in v, fingering, begging, overstimulation, use of babe....let me know if i forget anything lol. ALSO in some places in america, thansgiving eve is literally just a holiday to get drunk in your hometown

your home for the holidays for the first time in years. you've been avoiding rafe, the reason you've been away for so long, but after seeing him again all the old feelings come back. when rafe sends a text one night, you end up in the back of his truck like old times.

i parked my car out front of my childhood home, staring at the old exterior.

somethings never change.

being back in the outer banks felt strange. it has been a while since i have been back, avoiding come home for as long as i can. but with a few begging phone calls from my mom and kiara, here i am.

i knock on my front door and am greeted with a bright smile.

"jj?" i ask, confused.

"welcome home, stranger." he says, with a hug and grabbing my bag.

i walk into my living room and see the pogues, sitting with my mom. a homemade 'welcome home' banner hanging above their heads.

my mom comes over and gives me a big hug. "i thought i would never see this face again." she says with a squeeze.

"boston isn't that far, mom." i tell her but i know she would never leave the outer banks. never in a million years. i turn towards the others and smile. "i wonder who could've put this together?" i say, looking at kiara.

"hey it wasn't all me, pope was the one who brought it up." she says, engulfing me in her arms.

"guilty." pope chimes in, joining the hug. i feel jj and john b join in as well. my family.

we break away and hang out in the living room, catching up.

"don't tell me you went all city on us, y/n." john b pokes fun at me.

"not completely. but it is nice having more things to do than hang on the beach and smoke." i wink.

"who could want more than that?" jj asks, making us all laugh.

"speaking of," kiara starts. "there's a little thanksgiving eve celebration happening at the wreck. just some people from high school. nothing big."

"just a chance to get drunk of our asses and go to dinner the next day hungover." jj says, causing kiara to nudge him.

"what do you say? want to join us?" i look around the room at my friends, all eager waiting for my response. with a sigh, i nod and they all cheer. "thank god, i don't think i could've done that alone."

i smile and nod. it should be fun, it will be. but my brain can't help to wonder if the one person who's kept me away from coming home will be there. no, he wouldn't. not with the pogues. but a part of me can't help but hope to see his face.

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i fix my sweater in the mirror in my room, my body fidgeting from anxiety. it's been a few days and i still can't shake that feeling from my body about being home. sure, i'm happy but this place holds so many memories. memories i wish to bury. i stare at the photo booth picture tucked into my mirror of him and i. i guess i forgot to hide this with the rest of the stuff. i take it off the mirror and sigh, examining it.

almost four years since it was taken. almost four years since we called it quits. and yet, he still haunts my memories. his presence making itself known through cheap beer at the bar, expensive men's cologne at the mall, exhaust that leaves motorbikes as they ride down the street. he's always there, whether i like it or not.

the sound of a horn breaks me free of my thoughts.

"y/n, they're here!" my mom calls from downstairs.

"coming!" i open my dresser drawer and slip the photo in before racing downstairs. i kiss my mom on the cheek and slip out the door, rushing into the van.

"ready to get fucked up?" jj asks with his devilish smirk.

i roll my eyes and laugh. "let's go."

we pull up to the wreck, it's already dark outside and a slight breeze fills the air. we all hurry in, greeted by familiar faces. my name is called from every direction, old friends from high school or the beach. all my fellow pogues who i know and love. when i'm done making my rounds, i head over to our table. everyone has some drink in their hand, beer or cocktail, and they all smile up at me.

"who would've though little y/n y/l/n would be a pogue celebrity?" pope jokes.

i flip him off and slide in next to john b. kiara hands me a beer and i take a sip. "i'm not a celebrity, i'm just one of the only people from this island who actually made it off."

they all make jokes at my despair, teasing me in any way they could when sarah walks up. i feel my stomach flip and i smile at her. "y/n!" she embraces me. "i'm so happy to see you!"

i hug her back and smile. "me too, sar. how's everything been?"

"the usual but i can't complain." she sits next to me and lays her head on my shoulder. "it's been forever."

"it has." i sigh. "it really has."

we all share stories and laugh around the table. we take shots, chug beer, and play different drinking games. just like old times sake.

"i need another beer." i say with a slight slur in my voice, standing up. "anyone else?" everyone shakes their head as i excuse myself.

i walk up to the bar and wait my turn, twirling my debit card in my hand. it could be the alcohol but i feel content and happy to be home.

"y/n?"

until that moment.

i don't want to turn around, i don't even want to accept my fate in this situation.

i know that voice, i could recognize it in a crowd of millions of people. it was the voice that lingered in my dreams, my thoughts.

i turn around and look at the man.

"rafe."

he looks older, his hair buzzed and some facial hair covering his face. but those eyes. they are the same eyes of the boy i loved.

we stood there, not saying a word. just taking the sight of one another in.

"i didn't know you were home." he says, not breaking eye contact.

i nod, biting my lip. "i am, i got home monday."

he chuckles to himself and shakes his head. "how long you here for?"

"till saturday. then i'm going back to boston." my throat feels scratchy and my face is on fire. i want to be anywhere but here now.

his eyes continue to study me. "two more budweiser's, please." he says to the bartender. i open my mouth to protest but he shakes his head. "on me, think of it as a welcome home gift."

the bartender hands me the beer and i smile. i turn back to rafe and tip the bottle to him. "thanks."

"no problem." he clinks his bottle to mine. we both take a long sip. my eyes are desperately trying to find a place to land, ending up on the bright sign above the bar. but rafe's are still on me.

"you okay?" kiara asks as she walks behind rafe. she is my gurdian angel.

"yeah, just waiting for my beer. excuse me." i squeeze past rafe and walk back to my table. i look back at him and smiles. i hate him.

a few drinks more and my ears are ringing. it was loud and everyone was far too drunk. i excuse myself for air outside. there are a few people lingering, smoking cigarettes or waiting for ubers. i smile and take in the nostalgia.

"you know, it would've been nice to know you were home." i hear rafe's voice next to me.

i roll my eyes and look up at him. "oh, would it have been? sorry, i didn't think you'd care." i say coldly. that liquid courage is taking control.

he looks down at me. "and why would i have not cared?"

"hmm, let me think." i put my finger to my chin. "oh, right. 'don't ever contact me again. we're so over. i wish i never met you. blah. blah. blah.' do you want me to go on?" i say to him.

i watch as he processes what i said to him, the words of our last fight. he looks guilty, for once in his life. "that was years ago, y/n. w-we were just kids."

"oh, really? then why haven't i heard from you for the past few years? phone works both ways, rafe." i say, shrugging.

he stands there quietly, i got him.

"how's school been?" he asks, nonchalantly.

"are you for real?" i ask.

"what? i'm being nice." he says.

i huff with frustration. "you are such an ass." i push pass him and walk onto the sidewalk.

"where are you going?" he asks, following after me.

"away from you." i say, not looking back.

i hear him run up behind me and he gently grabs my arm. "y/n. y/n, stop."

i turn to look at him. "what do you want from me, huh? you want to torture me even more?"

he stares at me, hand still on my arm. "what? of course not. y/n, i missed you."

"fuck off." i spit out without thinking.

"you're drunk."

"and you're an asshole." i say, flatly. "you...you fucking broke my heart and you expect me to act like everything is fucking dandy?"

"y/n." he tries to plead his case.

"no, rafe. you don't get to waltz in here and act like everything is okay with us. do you know how much you fucked me over? one day you're telling me you love me and you want to move to boston with me and the next, you're dumping me over the phone." i poke his chest. "i did everything you wanted, i kept what we had between us a secret, i took care of you. and nothing was enough for you."

he looks down at his feet in guilt. "i-i know, i'm sorry. i was...i was fucked up back then. with my dad on my case and the drinking...i wasn't okay. i felt like..." he cut himself off.

"what, rafe? you felt like, what?" i ask.

"like i was going to hold you back, alright?" he raises his voice. "you are too good for this place, for me. i didn't want to hold you back. i loved you too much to do that to you." i stare at him and laugh. "what? what's so fucking funny?"

"you, rafe. you." i sigh. "instead of being a man and handling your emotions, you ran and hid. we could've worked that out. but you were too scared." i close my eyes and shake my head. "goodbye, rafe."

i walk down the street, hugging my body as the wind blows. a weight has been lifted off my shoulders but there's still that feeling i get whenever i think of him. that feeling that i miss him.

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thanksgiving flew by, even though i had a hangover that felt like it would last a lifetime.

i helped my mom clean up the kitchen as the pogues did the dishes and took the trash out. just like old times.

once we were done, we sat outside around the bonfire. you would think after yesterday, drinking would come to a halt but jj found a bottle of vodka in the freezer and mixed it with kiara's apple cider. we all enjoyed each other's company but my mind could not help but wander. my last conversation with rafe ringing through my head.

"instead of being a man and handling your emotions, you ran and hid."

i shake my head and take a sip of my spiked cider. as much as it rang true, there was still that part of me that wonders 'what if?'. the more i thought about it, the more i wanted to pick up my phone.

no, i need to be the bigger person. i'm stronger than that. i can't text him first.

then i felt my phone buzz in my lap.

rafe: hey

i stare at the text and bite my lip. i know i should ignore it, let it go unread. but my fingers work against my brain and type 'hi' back to him. i sit there, eagerly waiting for a response.

rafe: can we talk?

rafe: i'm sorry about last night, i'm a fucking idiot.

rafe: there's so many things i could say to you rn

rafe: but i miss you.

rafe: i wanna see you.

i look around at my friends and sigh, they would be so mad at me for this.

y/n: sure, give me like an hour.

y/n: park down the street at the usual spot.

my friends leave my house, mainly due to me faking another wave of hungover puking. i run upstairs and check myself out in the mirror, i look damn good. when i get his text, i sneak out the backdoor and hurry down the street. i see his truck parked under the big tree, the spot he always parked in.

i open the truck door and hop into the passenger seat. i look over at him, he's still in his dressy clothes. a blue polo that hugged his arms right and khakis that made his thighs look exceptionally big. he knew what he was doing and i can't tell if i hate him or love him for it.

we drive in silence for a bit, his radio playing music faintly. his hands grip the steering wheel as his mind looks like he's on another planet. i play with the ends of my sweatshirt, anxiously waiting for him to do something. anything.

he pulls up to the beach, the spot where we would always come to. it was dark and the waves crashed against the shore loudly. he turns the car off and looks over at me.

"thanks for meeting me." he says simply.

"sure."

"i'm sorry about last night. you went out to have fun and i ruined it, i know i did."

i just nod at him.

"and...you were right. about it all." he sighs, running his hands over his face. "i should've manned up, talked to you about how i was feeling. but you know how i get. i get too in my head and just jump to conclusions. it wasn't fair to you." he looks into my eyes. "these past few years without you have been a living hell and i have only myself to blame."

"are you drunk? high?" i ask.

"w-what?"

"are you not sober?" i ask again.

"i'm sorry, what? of course i'm fucking sober." he says. "why would i not be?"

"rafe cameron...taking accountability? i'm sorry, it just seems so...foreign?" i laugh.

"i'm being serious, y/n."

i laugh again. "oh, i'm sure. and...the sky is green. we live on the planet pluto. aliens exist and so do unicorns!"

he pinches the bridge of his nose. "y/n, i'm telling the truth! god, you always joke around."

"yeah, because i know you." i say to him. "and you would rather eat concrete than admit you are wrong."

"eat concrete?" he asks, with a smirk.

"you know what i mean!" i huff with frustration.

he grabs my hand and stares in my eyes. "y/n, i am fully sober. we are not in another universe, it is not opposite day. i was wrong and i am sorry."

my brain malfunctions as i look into his eyes. "y-you mean it?"

"every word i said."

my brain not working means i experienced a lack of better judgment. i grab rafe by his collar and connect our lips for the first time in years. this kiss, the one i have longed for since i left this place, was the missing puzzle piece i've been searching for in my life. everything seemed to make sense again.

his hands cupped my cheeks as his tongue slipped into my mouth. he was hungry for me and i wasn't going to stop him because i felt insatiable as well. his hands roamed from my cheeks down to my neck and onto my shoulders.

i needed more.

i climbed onto his lap and straddled him. my arms connected around his neck as he pressed against me. i felt his cock hard against his khakis and i wanted it. i wanted it all. i rubbed myself against him, causing us both to moan.

he continued to kiss me until he broke away and looked at me. his puffy lips formed a cocky smile as he brushed his nose against mine. "you missed me."

"shut up." i was itching for more.

"admit it, you missed me. you missed the way i made you feel." he states.

"rafe, shut up and kiss me, please."

"ah ah ah." he shook his head. "not until you tell me."

"you're such an ass." i roll my eyes, trying to catch my breathe.

"yet, here you are, rubbing yourself against me in my truck." he says, kissing my cheek. his lips then go to my ear and down my neck. "i want it all with you, right now, babe. but i need to hear it."

"fine! fuck, i missed you. are you happy?" i groan, needing him.

"very. get in the backseat." he demands. i quickly follow his order, hopping in the back over the seats. he gets out of the truck and opens up the back door, sliding in next to me. "come here." he pulls me back onto his lap and we pick up where we left off. i continue to rub myself against him as he sloppily kisses me. "just like old times." he jokes and i hit his shoulder. "c'mon, don't act like you don't think about it."

"oh, i do. but i bet you think about it more than i do." i smirk.

"probably." he laughs. his fingers fall to the hem of my sweater and he plays with it. "now are we only here to kiss or?"

"why? you wanna fuck me in your truck? just like old times." i say, making fun of what he just said.

"i do, i wanna fuck you right here, right now. it's all i've been wanting to do." he kisses my jawline. "do you want me to fuck you?"

this is what i missed the most, our back and forth.

"yes, rafe. i want you to fuck me." i moan out.

with that, he practically rips my sweater off my body and starts to kiss down my chest. his large hands palm my clothed breast. i bite my lip and let my head fall back, missing the way he affected my body. i felt his hand snake around to the back and unclip my bra quickly.

"show off." i say, out of breathe.

i smirks and connects his lips to my nipple, sucking and licking it. his hand massaging my other. "don't pretend you don't like it."

i smirk and shake my head.

he continues to focus on my tits, going back and forth between the two.

"more." i whisper, eyes clenched shut.

"what was that?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"i need more, rafe. please." i beg.

"look at you all needy for me. i knew you missed me." his hand slipped under my jeans and panties, stopping right at my core. i felt his fingers curl inside me, going in and out. "all wet for me, huh? what a good girl." he pushed in, fingering my cunt, when his thumb found my sensitive bud. he added pressure, circling it, and i felt as though i was seeing stars.

"s-shit." i cry out, moving my hips to try and gain some friction.

"feel good, baby? let me hear how could i make you feel." he picked up his pace and a pornographic moan escaped my lips. it's been forever since someone has made me feel this good. rafe knew my body like it was his own, he knew how to get me going. "there we go, like how my fingers feel?"

"u-uh huh." i nod, mouth hanging open.

his fingers worked their magic, rubbing my clit at a pace that'll make me come undone in no time. "love the way you look on top of me, baby. so fucking sexy." he attached his lips to my tits again and continued fingering me.

i felt on fire.

i place one hand on the window and the other on his shoulder, holding on for dear life. the more he whispered about me and the faster his fingers were going, i was cumming on his fingers before i knew it. i rode out my high, screaming his name. once i was done, i felt him pull his fingers out of my pants, my juices getting all over myself. i stared down at him, trying to catch my breathe, as he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked.

"just as good as i remember." he cleaned his fingers off and kissed me again. my hands ran down his buff chest and stopped at the bottom of his polo, lifting it up. his gold chain laid against his chiseled body, he was perfect. i felt as though i was in a trance as i began to kiss down his chest. i could feel his groans vibrating in his chest and i smirked because i was the one making him feel this way. "i need to fuck you."

"you need to?" i laugh, kissing lower and lower.

"yes, y/n. i need to bury myself inside of you, please." he pleaded.

"i like when you're the one begging." i bite him lightly, causing him to hiss.

"i bet."

i unbuttoned his khakis and sat up so he could slip them off. his grey boxers were discolored from the precum leaking off his cock. he took his underwear off and his cock sprung out. "i-i don't have protection." he said, mentally cursing himself out.

"well, are you clean?" i ask.

"yes. i-i haven't been with anyone since." he openly admitted.

i felt the darkness overtake my eyes as i lower myself down onto him. his breath hitched as he slipped all the way in. he was deep inside of me, causing a few tears to leave my eyes. but the pain subsided as he started to rock my hips with his hands, moving me back and forth. i picked up the rhythm he started with me and placed my hands on his shoulder to steady myself. i felt the truck rocking back and forth as i did so.

his hands found my ass and rested there. "fuck, i missed your pussy. so good, takes me so well." he kissed my chest as i grinded back and forth.

i felt my finger nails dig into his shoulder as his cock hit all the right spots. i looked down at him and he stared at me in awe, like i was some work of art. "fuck, rafe. you're so big."

i bite my lip as i let my head fall back in pleasure. i ride him fast as i keep saying his name. "shit, y/n. you're such a good girl, you're so hot. you feel so tight."

i connect our lips, i feel his hands tighten around my ass. this means he was close. "i want you to cum in me, rafe." his eyes widen as he opens his mouth to ask for permission. "p-please fill me up. i miss it so much." i say, trying to catch my breathe.

with that, he lets out a groan and my name falls from his lips like a prayer. "y/n." i feel him coming inside me, painting me. it doesn't take long for his thumb to find my clit again. with the extra pressure applied to my overstimulated cunt, i feel my head reeling. the air in the truck is hot, making it almost hard for me to breath. it all feels too much, my body releasing onto rafe yet again.

we sit there, panting with our eyes closed. i rest my head on his sweaty chest and he kisses me gently. he rubs my back, tracing circles into it.

"felt even better than i imagine." he says, his voice gruff.

"you thought about it a lot, huh?" i smirk.

"all the fucking time."

i take him out of me and sit next to him in the truck. the windows are foggy and our hands find each other, holding them. i get a sense of weird nostalgia, from how things used to be with us.

"well that was a thanksgiving to remember." i joke, trying not to feel overwhelmed by what happened.

"'tis the damn season." he replies.

i slowly slip my sweater back on and try to find my pants.

"w-wait." rafe says. "is this...is this it? just a single fuck and you're gone."

i look at him, his eyes pleading with me.

"i go back to boston on saturday rafe, we only have like a day and a half."

i wish we could keep this going, i wish this was how things always were. but i had to think realistically. i have to go back home, i have to move on with my new life.

he grabs my hand and squeezes it. "boston is only an 11 hour drive. hour or two by plane."

"rafe." i say.

"i can't lose you again. i can't, y/n. these past few years have sucked without you. i can't wait until you come home for christmas again. now that i've got you again, i can't risk it."

i sigh and kiss his hand. "i know. i know." i close my eyes and shake my head. "we'll make it work. we almost did it before."

"we can do it again." he smiles sweetly. i kiss his lips gently, laying my hand against his chest.

"you'd do an 11 hour car ride for me?"

"y/n, i'd fucking walk if i have to." he smiles.

i roll my eyes and kiss his cheek. "you're so cheesy."

he lays me back against the truck seats and kisses me. "don't act like it doesn't work for you."

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FUUBUTSUSHI | 風物詩 — 2

· . ༄࿔ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Snow whispers softly, Blind eyes in winter's embrace, Curse king's frozen game.

⤿ or in which a blind girl is forced to play shogi with the king of curses.

Sukuna / Ryomen Sukuna | Original Female Character(s)

Tags: Slow Burn × Size Difference × Heian Period × Romance × Violence × Enemies to Lovers × kind of lol × Canon-Typical Violence × Betrayal × Disabled Character

[Ch. 1] | [AO3]

"Let's make a wager today."

Yukina felt excited about the idea. She was already having fun with the King, and he somehow made it even more interesting. Perhaps it would motivate him to try harder to win. If that's the case, so be it! She and Sukuna have been playing shogi for a while, and he was never close to winning.

Outside of playing, the young female didn't do much. Eat, play, eat, sleep. At first, she needed to be escorted by Uraume every time. It took her almost three days to memorize the paths that led her to her room, the kitchen, and the room where she played with the King. It wasn't his chambers; that's what she knew for sure.

She also met a couple of the servants and even one of the concubines so far. They didn't engage in conversation with her that much unless they had to directly interact with her. Even the concubine didn't bother with her once she found out that her stay was temporary.

Well, it's temporary until Sukuna wins.

If you asked Yukina, she'd tell you that her stay is permanent, given the way things are going.

Loss after loss.

It didn't matter to her, though. She was having fun.

"Sure! That'll be fun," she responded to him.

"If you lose, you'll have to give me your eyes as a keepsake."

Oh.

That was definitely one of the weirder bets she had; why would someone want something so useless? It didn't make sense to her at all. Perhaps if she saw some value in it, she would be weirded out by the whole idea rather than being confused.

"You can just take them," Yukina said a few seconds later.

"You want me to take them now?" Sukuna asked incredulously.

Isn't that what he wanted...? Did she misunderstand his words?

"It's not like I use them." She giggled—as if that's the most normal thing to say. "I usually wager with my life."

"Why would you? Are you that confident in your skills?"

"Well, once a shogi master loses, they're considered to be a normal human. And I..." Yukina gripped her kimono and tilted her head down, hiding her face. "I can't live with that."

The King was silent.

This pathetic human managed to catch him off guard every single time.

In his eyes, she was already a 'normal human', yet to see her think so highly of one board game to the point of losing her life over it... It's truly pathetic. So pathetic that he wanted to laugh. Laugh at how she was going to lose her life whether she wagered on it or not.

Yet, the way that she was willing to give up her eyes without any reason made him feel puzzled. Weren't humans oddly attached to their things? Whether it was a limb, a house, a wisdom tooth, or even a teapot they had only recently bought, they would never let go of it.

Yukina, on the other hand, offered them with no hesitation. Her body was relaxed, and she had her usual small, guileless smile gracing her face. Her demeanour didn't change at that, but the idea of losing her status as a shogi master disrupted her features.

Was it because it was the only thing she found value in in herself?

Sukuna couldn't handle it.

He couldn't handle how she was getting him to overthink. He couldn't handle how a young, disabled woman like her was willing to lose her life over something she valued when most people didn't do half of that. Sorcerers of all kinds had their pride, and they would never admit to such a thing.

His own pride wouldn't allow him to be less than her.

With a hand movement, his lower set of eyes was sliced, splattering blood on her and the floor.

"W-What?" Her timid voice stuttered.

Her slender fingers reached to her cheeks, trembling. Her seraphic smile no longer graced her face. She was scared. Terrified and confused.

And he loved it.

It made him think if she was the same when he attacked her hometown. Was she crying and trembling? Yelling for her father in broken words? Oh, she must've felt so lost and so confused.

Seeing her break like that reminded him of how human she is, after all.

Yukina was not an angel.

"King S-Sukuna," her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "What happened?"

"Let's start the game." The King shrugged her off, already picking up a piece.

A bloody hand suddenly covered the board, hovering over it to not dirty it. Her pale complexion made the crimson red on her fingers pop more, and it made him wonder if it'd look just as good if her entire body was covered in it.

"No!" Yukina protested. "I-I don't know why you hurt yourself, but— but we're not playing till you treat it."

Sukuna chuckled at her. She didn't know that he had healed himself to stop the bleeding. She was just so dumb that it was entertaining him beyond his expectations.

Suddenly, she reached behind her head. Yukina started to untie her blindfold, though her movements were shaky. She then extended her hands with a thin, long piece of fabric resting on her palms.

"I don't w-want you to bleed more." She said.

His gaze flickered between her hands and face, his face blank and neutral. Did she really think that he was like her? It almost made him scoff.

Her eyes were shut, but he could see the concern and worry in her expression. It was as if she was pleading for him to take care of his self-inflicted wound. It had him pause for a second, but...

Sukuna took the blindfold from her; however, he held it in his lower left hand. He didn't take his eyes off her, and he could see her smile at him in relief.

"You're dismissed for today."

Yukina slowly nodded her head at him.

Was she upset?

It was painfully obvious how she wore her heart on her sleeve. Her lips were pouty while she started to tap the floor around, trying to find her white cane. The glowing halo around her dimmed, and she was mindlessly searching. He could hear how slow her heartbeat was compared to earlier.

Sukuna found himself puzzled by her again. He knew he should've taken it as it is. Yukina was a simple-minded woman who was overly trusting. Her intentions were clear, and she lacked the deceit that people had.

So, why couldn't he think of her in a simple way?

He took the cane that rolled away a bit far and handed it to her silently. Her head snapped up toward him, and it suffocated him.

"Thank you," she breathed out, gently grabbing it from him with a small bow.

She stood up from her place, leaning on the wooden pole for support. Her thick, white lashes rested comfortably against her skin as she began to walk out. The soft tapping filled the silence in the room. It had a rhythm and a specific pace, and it swayed from left to right.

Honestly, Yukina was obviously upset about how their playtime was cut short.

The only thing she looked forward to in her current days was her time with the King. She got to talk to him and explain sequences with ease, and over time, he began to indulge in her talks more and more.

Did she do something wrong?

Just as her mind was about to convince her of that, his voice rang through the room.

"What did you want in case you won?" he asked her.

Her tapping came to a stop, and she turned around to face him.

"I wanted... to visit the gardens here."

The King didn't say anything in return, and thus, her tapping continued.

Yukina walked through the halls with a quickened heart rate. The corners of her lips were tugging upwards, though it looked odd with the blood on her face. The King was an odd person in her eyes, but he was still kind nonetheless. She couldn't understand why he would injure himself so suddenly, or why he decided not to play with her for the day. She didn't sense any sort of negative emotions from his voice, so it wasn't like he was angry or upset, right?

Nonetheless, she hoped that things would be better tomorrow. Perhaps they'd wager on something again, but the consequences wouldn't end up like how it did today. Her request was tame in comparison to his: to visit the gardens or to lose her life. It didn't matter anyway. The outcome would always be the same.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she found herself already in front of her chambers. Sliding the door open, she stepped inside and closed it behind her. Since they didn't play a single match today, she had a lot of free time. The problem is she didn't know what to do. Yukina didn't have friends to chat with, and there wasn't really a hobby she could do while blind.

With a sigh, she sat down on her futon and placed her cane to the side. Her hands fiddled with her kimono sleeve in boredom as she thought of what she could do.

Back at her family's house, she would try to do embroidery in her free time since she could rely on her tactile senses for that. However, she didn't have anything to do so, and she'd need someone to sort out the colors for her first. It wasn't her place to ask the King for such a thing either.

Yukina decided to start braiding her hair. Normally, it'd be left down, reaching her mid-thigh, with her signature clip holding some pieces behind. Her hair was too heavy to be wrapped in a bun, so she would rather braid it instead.

Her nimble fingers were already threaded in her long locks, and she started to softly hum a tune to ease her boredom. From what she knew, no one lived in a room near her, so she didn't have to worry about being loud and annoying. It made her feel a lot more comfortable to do so.

Her fingers worked rhythmically, weaving strands of her hair together with practiced ease. The gentle hum of her voice filled the quiet room, a melody that echoed softly off the paper walls. It was an old tune, one her mother used to sing to her when she was a child. The notes carried a sense of nostalgia, a comfort that eased the restlessness in her heart.

As the braid grew longer, Yukina found herself lost in the repetitive motion, her thoughts drifting like leaves on a calm stream. She wondered what the gardens looked like. She had never seen them, but she imagined them in her mind: the flowers would be hidden beneath the white, the trees bare and skeletal, yet there was a serene beauty in that stillness. She could almost hear the soft crunch of snow underfoot, the crisp air filling her lungs as she wandered through the frozen landscape.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she tied off the end of her braid. Yukina still continued to sing and hum, deep in her thoughts. The King had been strange today, stranger than usual. She couldn't shake the image of him, the way his voice had wavered when he spoke to her.

The King was a mystery, one she had yet to fully understand. But there was something about him, something that drew her in.

The hum of her tune faded, leaving her in a silence that was almost too loud. She wished she could see his face, read the expressions that she could only imagine. But all she had were his words, his voice, and the emotions she could sense but not see. It wasn't enough, and yet, it was all she had.

Her train of thought was cut short when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in," she said, pushing her hair back.

The door slid open, and they entered. The footsteps sounded heavier and different from usual. Uraume was the only person who would visit her, often to give her food or clothes, but it didn't sound like them.

"... Who is it?" Yukina asked.

There was a pause, then.

"Your playmate." A familiar deep voice rumbled through her ears, but it sounded unusually close now.

Oh?

The King never visited her before. She didn't expect to hear from him until tomorrow.

She turned her body to face him, head tilted upward. It was amusing to see her 'gaze' on his torso rather than his face, but she was blissfully unaware.

"King Sukuna," she greeted him, shocked. "Can I be of any help?"

A large, calloused hand touched her cheek, and it made her flinch from the sudden touch. It always surprised her whenever people touched her suddenly; deep down, she didn't like it. She didn't show any of that, though.

His thumb ran over the same spot many times before doing the same on her other cheek. Yukina was frozen in place—cheeks red and hands gripping her clothes. What is going on?

"You didn't clean your face well." The King finally clarified to her once he pulled away. You can hear the amusement in his voice.

It made her cheeks burn more in embarrassment, and she said, "I didn't know. Thank you."

If she was able to see, she would've averted her gaze.

"Follow me." He said after a round of silence.

Yukina couldn't even process it until she heard him already walking away. She scrambled around to find her cane to quickly go after him, not questioning where he was taking her.

The walk was fairly silent until a small sneeze escaped her, her nose scrunched up. Another one rang through the halls before she was able to apologize. God, she hated it whenever she sneezed. It was common, and she had done it in front of the King multiple times already. She simply didn't know why it happened so much, but it was a lot worse during spring.

"Sorry," she mumbled, her ears pink.

He didn't say anything in response and continued to walk. It was hard for her to figure out where he was walking. Sometimes, she would end up going the wrong way, and she wouldn't know till she heard his footsteps start to fade away. If it wasn't for her actively thinking about it, she would've ended up lost.

Just as she was going to turn to the right, something tugged on her clothes from behind, and she was stuck in place.

"Huh—"

"Not that way." The King said with a flat tone.

"O-Oh!!"

Yukina stopped trying to walk forward and turned around to where he was. He still held on to the back of her kimono, and if he used a bit more strength, it would lift her up off her feet. It was similar to how a mother cat would hold her kitten. She felt too flustered and helpless to say anything. At least they didn't waste time because of her.

Soon enough, she heard him slide a door open and let go of her clothes. She smoothed it out the best she could, but her movements came to a stop when she felt cold air hit her face, blowing her hair away. Her hands came to a stop, and she gasped when she realized where they were.

"Woah~!" Yukina breathed out excitedly once she stepped out on the engawa��.

In a second, she was already stepping off and walking around. Her steps were faster than normal, as she breathed in the crisp air. It was snowing, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was how nice it was to feel it reach her body softly. The young woman was too mesmerized by the smells and sounds of nature to realize that he wasn't there with her.

Sukuna stood on the wooden porch, his face void of any emotion. His gaze rested on Yukina; he watched her from afar for a few seconds, then walked away. Humans were too boring and pathetic sometimes, and he couldn't bear to see it.

It was such a stupid request, and if it wasn't for her winning at a game of wits—unintentionally, he wouldn't have granted it.

If anything, his hatred for her grew more and more. And seeing her smile and blend in with the white-covered landscape further strengthened his hate. Sukuna hoped that she would accidentally die out there so the vow would be nullified. He would do anything to get her out of his face. To go and slaughter her village for binding him to a weak, dumb mortal.

Her innocence frustrated him beyond belief. How can someone be so ignorant and foolish to trust anything?

Despite being far from the garden now, he could hear her talking to herself. It took him a second to focus and realize that she thought he was still there, too.

Hah.

That made him laugh more than he had expected.

Yukina's mood was completely different from earlier—that was evident from how she excitedly talked about her surroundings. How she loved winter and its calmness. How the coldness in her lungs made her feel alive. How apparently everything was covered in white. She even asked him if that's true, but she was so into her rambling that she didn't think twice of his silence.

He heard her sit down and go quiet for a second.

Did she finally realize that she was alone? Oh, he would've loved to see her reaction to that.

Instead, she began to talk softly about how she wished she could see, and it made him stop in his tracks. Yukina had never brought that topic up before.

With curious ears, he listened.

She was so soft-spoken, but she didn't sound weak. It was as if she wasn't bothered by her disability as much as he thought she would be. She simply accepted it long ago, yet he could pick up on the yearning in her voice.

"I bet it's so pretty," she said. "I often long to see everything around me. The mountains and its rocks. The moon and its stars. Apparently, even the sun and its skies look pretty during sunset."

Sukuna couldn't recall the last time he paid attention to his surroundings. Or if he ever did.

"You know... My mother used to always say how she chose my name because I reminded her of the snow during winter."²

Yukina's words rang in his brain, and he remembered how she looked earlier. Her hair was braided this time, yet her front pieces fluttered and moved with the wind. Pink dusted her cheeks and nose, and her light blue kimono made her stand out even more. Her skin was so white it was a few shades away from matching the white fabric that covered her eyes.

For a second, it made him wonder what her eyes were like. Was it brown like the girls in their era? Or did it have that milkiness that some blind people have? Did they stand out with her white lashes?

The image of her twirling around under the falling snow kept relaying in his mind. It made his usually hot body drop in temperature, feeling the coldness grace his skin. Engulfing him and wrapping itself from behind.

She really did look like she was winter personified.

And he hated how he agreed with that. How he kept thinking of her.

With a sneer, Sukuna walked away. He was no longer interested in hearing her realize his absence.

Notes:

¹. Engawa: A covered corridor which runs around the outside perimeter of a building, similar to a porch.

². Yukina's name: The 雪 (yuki) in her name means snow.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x oc #sukuna x oc #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #heian era sukuna #jxng's work #sukuna ryomen

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bcolfanfic · 9 months ago

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young vets au - robert no rizz rosie rosenthal headcanons (a collaboration with @swifty-fox)

stays active duty in the air force for a smidge longer than the other guys and almost goes down the JAG path but realizing he likes his law interest separate from the military is what kinda pushes him towards wanting to just go back to practicing law "normally".

moves to upstate new york, settles back in and makes a nice lil quiet life for himself. outside of work he likes watching birds and is a lil (a lot) nerdy- bless him. he's a good man savannah!!! a good man!!

the guys are always texting him pics of birds like hey. what is this.

adopts as a single dad which he will say over and over and over was the single best decision he ever made in his time on earth.

that little girl is his whole world plus some and he just adores her. since it's just the two of them they're super close. for not being his biologically, she's just about his clone.

his bird watching buddy, his best friend <3

but he does kinda wish it wasn't *just* the two of them sometimes. feels like he's gonna be the last one standing of the guys finding someone and settling down. (outside of demarco. he'll bring a new girl to every reunion until the end of time. it is what it is)

the guys try to set him up with women they know, friends, friends of friends, cousins etc

it doesn't go well, well.

he's attractive and a sweet man- it's just that he opens his mouth and...

"we should start telling these girls he's mute so he has a better shot at at least getting his dick wet" - demarco, to the "The Bachelor Rosenthal Edition" group chat one night

he's a good sport about things but it does get to him when he thinks about it for too long

is on the phone with curt one night and gets a little choked up talking about how he doesn't understand why he can't click with anyone like that, that he feels broken and like there's something wrong with him.

in his comforting him- curt's third eye flies open. takes him a hot minute to figure out how he's supposed to bring this up without freaking him out, but he gets there.

"'m gonna say something and you aren't gonna freak out on me, alright? have y'- have you considered that maybe it's not you, it's that they're y'know, women?"

no, rosie hadn't considered that.

after a longer come to jesus talk he agrees to let curt set him up with one of his buddies with the promise that curt will fill him in on everything first.

thinks curt is onto something with that earlier question, but he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt this guy if they are wrong here.

and it ends up going, unlike every other date he's been on, good.

curt's friend, aiden, is a little nerdy too. thinks rosie is just darling and is happy to listen to him yap about his job, bird watching and the air force and his daughter.

the group chat is popping bottles when it hits 11pm and none of them have heard from him about how it went yet.

few things in curt's life have made him feel more like a mastermind than when rosie eventually does touch base with him the next day.

"so y' got laid??"

"well uh- no, i uh, y'know, shotoffalittleearly."

curt loves him and doesn't wanna laugh at him but can't help it bc he just finds this whole thing so endearing LOL. tells him he's glad he had fun, he has time to work on well-

rosie doesn't let him finish that sentence.

which is ironic when he does end up texting curt (and bucky) with some uh questions about things that he didn't really want to google.

things with curt's buddy work out long term. rosie loves him, the guy loves rosie and more importantly, he adores his daughter. funny how life works out.

***they work out but their first fight rosie thinks its the end of everything even though it was over something super menial. texts curt to be like thanks for the set up/sorry i ruined it and curt is like buddy. he's been texting me asking if i can get you to talk to him. take a deep breath please.

#young vets au #masters of the air #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #rosie x aiden

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year ago

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This one is breaking the rules but aaaauuugh they're both really good prompts so I will do April and Raph Trick, just for you anon

(and answering this as a screenshot in case I ever want to write that other prompt too lol)

CWs: none really, other than some brief discussion of injuries from the fic

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April's on a jet ski with Warren Stone when a very loud and repetitive sound comes from a fog horn in the sky. It takes her a moment to realize the sound is her ringtone, and it's actually coming from her bedstand. Blearily she blinks open her eyes and rolls over, fumbling until she finally grabs it and stares at the screen.

5:03 AM is what she sees first, and she prepares herself to verbally murder whoever is on the other end of the line, until she actually pays attention to the caller ID and accompanying picture.

Raph. An old picture of him making a silly face for the camera.

She's suddenly wide awake. Raph would never wake her up so early on a school morning for no reason. Which means something's happened.

She swipes to answer before the ringtone dies, nearly yanking her charger out of the wall with how fast she raises the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Um, hey, April..." His voice sounds hesitant, and April's suspicions are confirmed. "Sorry for calling so early, I just... wanted to catch you before you went to class."

"It's fine, big guy," she says, because it's Raph, and because his tone is screaming that something is wrong, bad wrong, and she could never be mad at him for calling her at any time when something is wrong. "What's up?"

"It's, uh... well. Something happened. It's... I don't even know where to start."

He's not telling her to meet them somewhere, so whatever happened isn't currently still occurring. April decides, then, to cut to the chase.

"Who's hurt?"

She hears Raph take a shaky breath, hears what sounds like a thud as he leans heavy against a wall. Then...

"Leo."

Blood turns to ice in her veins. She sets up fully in bed, pulling her legs to her chest and closing her eyes. Not again.

"What stunt did he pull this time?" she asks, but there's no heat to it, just the echoes of the distress she's barely holding back. Raph, at least, seems to understand.

"We don't know. We were chasing these yokai guys - there were three of 'em, so we split up. Leo chased one of 'em up onto the rooftops, and... uh..." Raph clears his throat. "We think... well, Donnie thinks he fell. Or was... maybe pushed."

Fell off a roof. April almost feels like she heard wrong, it feels impossibly mundane. Those boys have been running around on rooftops since before she knew them, and their shells are tough; she can't imagine any of them being too hurt by a tumble unless it was from really high up.

But she can tell from Raph's tone of voice that Leo was hurt - seriously. If this were a, "Haha, Leo fell and broke his leg," moment, she would have gotten that call from the boy himself.

She keeps her eyes closed, like that will somehow force reality away. Predictably, it doesn't work. "How bad is it?"

Raph takes too long to answer, and she fists her hand in the sheets while she waits.

"He's, uh... Well, he's breathing right now," he says, quickly, and she sucks in air too sharp and fast, "but he wasn't when we found him. And... I... I don't know, April."

April listens helplessly as Raph's voice cracks on the other end of the line. She wishes they were having this conversation in person, so she could give him the biggest hug she can manage, but that's not how life is.

"He's... he's not waking up. He's just... laying there. He looks so still, he... Even after the Krang, he never..."

Raph chokes up, and she can tell he's trying hard not to cry. She wonders if he's let himself break down yet, and thinks probably not, because he probably hasn't left Leo's side until now, which means he's stayed strong for Donnie and Mikey.

But Raph doesn't have to stay strong for her. She's the big sister, after all.

"It's okay, Raph," she says, her own tears starting to fall, her own voice shaky, but she only lets as much show as she needs, to encourage Raph in his own feelings. "It's okay. I'm here."

There's another thump from the other side of the line, Raph hitting the floor, if she had to guess, followed by one sob, and then another. And then she can hear him crying in earnest, and she lets him, repeating the same things over and over, I'm here, it's okay, let it out, I love you, we'll figure it out.

Later, April will get a shopping list of anything the boys need from Mikey. Later, she'll will trek down to the sewers and see her boys. Later, she'll take care of chores and harass Donnie into sleeping and do everything she can to cheer Mikey up. Later, she'll talk to Splinter and help him stay present for his sons. Later, she'll hold Leo's cold hand in hers and try to will her baby brother to wake up by force.

Right now, she has a different baby brother to take care of, one who needs her because he feels like he can't go to anyone else. The clock reads 5:14 AM, and that's okay. She'll be here as long as she needs to.

#dandy trick or treat #fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #rise april #rise raph

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helloalycia · 2 years ago

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first friend [one] // yelena belova

summary: you didn't expect to befriend an Avenger's sister, and yet you can't seem to imagine a life where she isn't in it.

warning/s: mentions of cheating.

author's note: it's been so long since i've updated this story and that's because i've been working on my own original fiction story, whilst also writing bits for this in between. here's a yelena imagine to make up for it! it's two parts so here is part one :)

some things to note: the snap didn't happen, thanos isn't a thing and natasha didn't die bc i said so lol

part two / masterlist / wattpad

YOUR POV

Befriending Yelena Belova, a Black Widow assassin and the Black Widow's little sister wasn't something I expected to happen. Aside from the fact that I didn't even know she existed until recently, I didn't think we'd hit it off. And yet, when I was filing some mission reports out in the Avengers Compound, I found myself having to call back a Miss Yelena Belova because she hadn't filled out her report correctly.

She earned my attention by knocking her knuckle on the desk next to mine, making me look up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N?" she asked with a questioning look.

I nodded, returning her look with a confused one. "I am... and you are?"

"Yelena Belova," she answered, and I noticed her thick Russian accent, as if her name hadn't given it away already. "I was told to see you? Something about a report?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, thank you for coming," I said with a smile, before spinning around in my seat to face her fully. "It shouldn't take long. It's about your latest mission reports you've been sending in. They're missing a few important details, so I though I could show you how to fix it and then you won't have to keep coming back here."

"They're wrong?" she asked, lifting a brow.

"Just a few mistakes," I assured her before going to pull my laptop from my drawer to set up for her. She mumbled something to herself in Russian and though I wasn't sure what, I knew she sounded disappointed, so I added, "It gets easier once you're used to it, don't worry. You're new right?"

She hummed halfheartedly, more intrigued with the reports I was pulling up on the laptop. I motioned to the seat beside me and she moved from her hovering position to sit there, eyes still glued to the laptop.

"Let's see... here we are," I said, getting everything up on the screen before pushing the laptop between us so she could see it better. "Just some wrong codes which makes it harder to file correctly. You've been a little vague with some of the descriptions, and most importantly, you didn't get it signed off."

She frowned slightly and I tried to make her feel better since I knew what it was like to be new and not completely understand the system.

"I'll show you how to fix it," I told her with a reassuring smile, before taking another look at one of her reports. "Hey, this is quite the first mission, Agent Belova. High profile, working directly with the Black Widow – that's huge! Congrats!"

She winced, shaking her head quickly so that her fringe shook with her. "No, no, no. It's not Agent. Just Yelena."

"Oh. Sorry, Yelena."

"And you don't need to congratulate me. She's my sister," she continued with nonchalance, making me snort with a stifled laugh.

"Yeah, and the Hulk is my brother," I played along, before looking back to the screen to start from the top.

"She is," Yelena said with such conviction that I almost believed her. "Natasha Romanoff. My sister. She's a Black Widow. I'm a Widow, too."

I scoffed, waiting for her to tell me she was joking, but the longer she stared at me with expressionless eyes, the stupider I felt. She wasn't lying.

"You're serious," I realised, suddenly straightening up.

"Was I not serious looking? I thought I was pretty serious looking..."

"I didn't even know Agent Romanoff had a sister," I said with a mixture of amazement and surprise.

Yelena blinked, looked down at herself, then said, "Well, here I am."

I tried to disguise my surprise, but it was very obvious. After all, it wasn't everyday you met one of the Avengers' siblings.

"Right, yeah," I babbled, not sure how else to respond. "Er, sorry. Anyway... the report. It still needs to be amended."

She sighed impatiently and motioned for me to continue, so I went through one of them with her, thoroughly explaining the process in which to fill it in. After she was certain she understood, I left her to fill in the second report on her own whilst I got back to my PC to continue some work. Every now and then I'd glance at her to see if she was okay, and she'd have this very entertaining pout on her lips as she made some corrections. For somebody who was a trained assassin, she wasn't very intimidating. It was cute.

"What?" she asked, and I blinked when I realised she'd caught me staring.

Hoping she couldn't sense the heat rising in my cheeks, I shook my head. "Sorry, nothing."

She quirked a brow, hazel eyes lingering on mine momentarily before going back to her screen.

After about ten minutes, she let out a sigh of relief and pushed the laptop towards me, earning my attention.

"It is done," she said tiredly. "I think, anyway."

I smiled at her before checking it over, relieved when I'd seen she'd done it right. She'd saved me a job in the long run.

"It's looking good, Yelena, thank you," I told her. "You're alright to go now."

"Great." She slapped her hands on her thighs before standing up, letting out a dramatic breath.

"Nice meeting you," I said with a nod as she tucked the chair in, ready to leave. "Though hopefully not again if you get this right from now on."

At my poor attempt at a joke, she surprisingly cracked a smile. "Nice meeting you, too, Y/N. Thanks for the help."

"Anytime. S'what I'm here for."

And that was what I thought would be the first and last time I'd meet Yelena. You know, a nice little story to share at parties of how I met an Avengers' sister. But it was barely half a month later when she returned. Funnily enough, it was for the same reason – she was using the wrong code, making my job harder.

When I called her to my floor, I saw her first this time. I'd seen her around a few times since the last, though it was only in passing around the building. She definitely wouldn't have remembered me, but I'd heard enough about her to know who she was. Her eyes roamed the room before she caught my gaze and I waved her over with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Yelena," I said when she stopped before me. "You probably don't remember me, but I'm–"

"Y/N Y/L/N, right?" she asked, to my surprise.

"Yeah...," I said, before adding, "Sorry for calling you down again. It's just– you really need to get this right before I file it away and it's a bad habit to develop."

She pouted a little, nodding. "Right. Sorry."

"It's all good," I assured her, leading her over to the laptop already set up at my desk. "We can go through it again if it'll help."

She nodded and I sat with her for a bit, explaining what the different codes meant and how to differentiate for the sake of the filing system. She seemed to understand after a bit, so I left her to it as I returned to my computer beside her to do some work. It was quiet for a few minutes, as she correctly filed her latest reports, before she spoke up.

"You have a lot of... things," she noticed aloud, and when I glanced her way, she was touching one of the toys on my desk – a solar-powered dancing giraffe.

I smiled with amusement. "Yeah... I get tired of staring at a screen all the time, so it's nice to have stuff to play with."

She reached over for another one of the toys lining my desk – a Scooby Doo plushie – and held it up, quirking a brow. "This?"

Putting on my best Shaggy voice, I said with a grin, "That's Scoob."

She seemed mildly taken aback by my voice and blinked, making me realise she had no idea what I was doing.

"Scooby Doo?" I prompted, my face heating up with embarrassment, before taking the plushie from her and setting it back down to distract myself and not think about the funny look she was giving me. "My sister got it me as a present for my desk. I don't even like Scooby Doo that much, but it's cute..."

"I have no idea what a Scooby Doo is," she said, shaking her head.

I raised my brows, surprised. "No." Judging from her expression, she was serious, leading me to continue attempting to prompt some sort of memory of the famous cartoon. "Scooby Doo? Mystery Inc.? Shaggy? Velma? Daphne? Fred?"

"It's almost like I've been under mind control for the past decade and not had chance to watch any TV in my free time," she deadpanned, and my insides shrivelled up there and then.

Since Yelena had started working with her sister, storied had travelled through the grapevine about how she'd been under mind control and was freed, only for her to spend a lot of her time doing the same for the women in the Black Widow programme around the world, freeing them, too. It was honourable work, but easy to forget when it wasn't something that affected you directly.

"Oh, erm," I started, mouth going dry the longer she stared through my soul (or at least it felt that way), "sorry. I didn't mean to– oh God– I–"

"Kidding," she interrupted, her intimidating expression easing into a smile. She tilted her head, amused. "Kind of. I mean, that's definitely what happened, but no biggie."

I began to laugh awkwardly, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Right, yeah..."

"You're not mad, right?" she asked, in reference to her playing me.

So, I took my revenge, naturally. "Well, it was kind of shitty to make this whole thing awkward," I answered with a fake frown.

Her smile faded instantly when she realised I was offended, so I shot her a smile of my own, tilting my head.

"Kidding."

Upon realising I, too, was pulling her leg, she exhaled softly and rolled her eyes, but a playful smile was tugging at her lips.

"Anyway," I returned to the subject at hand, looking back to the plushie, "it's cool. Scooby Doo. Worth the watch, if you find the chance."

She hummed in response, but I wasn't sure if she was actually considering it or just making conversation.

Soon enough, we returned to our work before she finished up and filed everything correctly this time.

"Awesome, looks like you're all done here," I told her, the both of us standing up. "Was nice seeing you again, Yelena. Hopefully for the last time. I'm sure you're getting sick of being called down here."

She cracked a smile, hazel eyes looking green as they met mine. "It was nice meeting you properly, Y/N Y/L/N."

I wondered why she kept addressing me by my full name but said nothing of it as I nodded to her. "You, too. See you later."

Though Yelena and I had met twice because of work circumstances, we never became friends until afterwards. It wasn't long after that second encounter when I saw her again.

I was eating lunch with some colleagues in the café on one of the lower levels of the Compound when I recognised the blonde assassin approaching our table, to my surprise.

Immediately I lowered my sandwich and sent her a smile. "Yelena, hey!"

She was wearing workout clothes, though wasn't sweaty which made me think she was on her lunch break, too. "Hey, I saw you and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

This was surprising to hear, since the Avengers rarely ate anywhere but their designated floors, but I appreciated it nonetheless and answered, "Nice. Have you eaten? You can join us if you want."

I motioned to the table of my colleagues, who were all so deep into conversation that they weren't even paying Yelena and I any attention. To be fair, it was so busy in the café that I could only just about hear our conversation myself.

"Oh, no, I've just finished eating with my sister," she explained, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.

I followed the direction and saw none other than Natasha Romanoff sat at a table by the window, looking over at us with intrigue. Too intimidated by her presence, I immediately looked away, hoping nobody picked up on it. What can I say? It was an Avenger! Yes, I worked in the same building as them, but they were still superheroes. And Natasha was the scariest one in my opinion.

"Cool," I squeaked out, cursing inwardly at my failed attempt to remain cool before Yelena.

Maybe it was because we'd gotten to know each other a little so I wasn't as intimidated by her as I should have been, but I didn't find myself nervous around Yelena which was a relief. I had no doubts that she could murder me in several ways, just like her sister, if she wanted to, but it still didn't make a difference.

"So, I checked out that Scooby Doo show you mentioned," Yelena continued, further surprising me. "And apparently there's a film as well?"

I grinned at the mention of it. "Hell yeah! The film is the best. But it has to be the 2002 and 2004 ones."

"Yeah, well the show is great, and I get the whole Shaggy voice you were doing now," she said with a smile, and I felt myself cringing as I relived that moment all over again.

"That's good," I said awkwardly, scrunching my face up with embarrassment, and she definitely noticed but thankfully didn't tease me about it. "Anyway, you doing good? You must be since you've not been sent down to see me to fix your reports."

She snickered. "Yeah. Thanks for the help with that by the way."

I shrugged. "It's the job."

She hummed, appearing awkward momentarily, before taking a step back. "I should leave you to it anyway. Just wanted to say hello. Hope I didn't interrupt."

"No worries, you didn't!" I said reassuringly, realising she may have wanted to talk some more. To be honest, I kind of wanted to, too. She was easy to talk to. "Hey, er, before you go, did you want to go out for a coffee or something sometime? I know you're new to the city, so maybe you wanna hang out?"

In this moment, it wasn't like I was talking to an Avenger's sister or an infamous Black Widow. It was just me wanting to get to know Yelena Belova a little better. She was new, we got on, so why not? Only when she took a second longer to answer did I realise that I may have overstepped. But thankfully, any worries I had were squashed when she smiled gently.

"Yeah, I would like that," she said with a nod.

I returned her smile. "Cool. Hold on. I'll grab your number from you, let me just get my phone..."

THIRD PERSON POV

After exchanging phone numbers with Y/N, the two girls bid their goodbyes before Yelena returned to her sister. Natasha was standing up already, ready to leave, but not without giving her sister a knowing smirk.

"What?" Yelena asked when she noticed it, grabbing her rubbish from the table and moving to throw it away.

Natasha's smirk didn't fade as she followed after the blonde, but not before glancing back at the girl Yelena was just talking to. "I know why you wanted to eat downstairs now."

Yelena, who was usually so in control of situations like these, avoided looking at the redhead. "Shut up, Natasha."

Natasha, of course, didn't let up. "So, who was that? New crush?"

Yelena was certain her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, but she refused to let Natasha get to her. "I don't know what you're talking about. You told me to make new friends, remember?"

Chuckling to herself, Natasha said, "Yeah, no. That's clearly more than a friend. Or at least you want it to be. Now. Are you gonna tell me who she is or do I have to go back there and find out myself?"

Yelena rolled her eyes, sure that if she just didn't answer, her sister would leave it alone. Of course, that was too good to be true as Natasha suddenly came to a halt and began to back up, ready to turn around.

"Natasha, wait!" Yelena spluttered, grabbing her by the arms to stop her, making Natasha raise her brows with surprise and amusement.

"Wow, somebody's nervous! What – you scared I'm gonna embarrass you?" Natasha teased.

Yelena was hot with nervousness, unsure why she was so effected by the possibility of Y/N and her sister meeting. Then again, the fact that Natasha was definitely intending to humiliate her was probably enough of a reason.

"She isn't a crush," Yelena explained, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about Y/N a lot more than she should have been since their last encounter. "Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She works in the admin department a few floors down. We've spoken a few times and I thought she seemed pretty cool, so we made plans to hang out. That's all."

Natasha squinted, trying to read her sister's expression. It was clear that wasn't the whole truth, but she'd done enough teasing for the day and decided to give Yelena a break. For now.

"Hmm, alright," she gave in reluctantly. "If you say so."

"Your told me to make friends," Yelena reminded her, letting go of her arms and relaxing. "That's all I'm doing.”

Natasha snickered. "Right. Well, good on you."

Yelena exhaled, glad Natasha wasn't fighting it anymore. After all, she wasn't lying. She was just making friends. Ever since joining her sister at the Compound, making use of the resources the Avengers had on her mission to freeing the mind-controlled Widows, Natasha had been adamant she attempt to fit in somehow, make a life for herself. And Y/N happened to be the first person she had a genuine interest in. Was that a crime?

It wasn't a crush – at least she didn't think it was. After all, she hadn't had the opportunity to 'like' like somebody before, let alone befriend somebody. She wasn't exactly sure she knew the difference, not when she hadn't had control of her own mind for so long.

It was best to take things as they came, she knew that, so that's what she would do. And that began with going out with Y/N.

YOUR POV

After hanging out with Yelena – nothing extravagant, just grabbing a coffee and getting to know each other better – we became friends. It was easy to grow used to her dry, sarcastic sense of humour and blunt personality, and it was much easier to be less intimidated by her when I realised how sweet she was.

I wasn't sure how or why we got on, but we just did, and that was where our friendship blossomed. We'd catch each other at work, her mostly stopping by my offices as going to the Avengers' personal floors still made me nervous, and I'd show her around the city more between work which was the best way for her to settle in whilst I got to show her some of my favourite spots.

Turns out the scary assassin was actually a big old softie on the inside, and it was too easy to consider her my best friend. After half a year of growing so close that she knew pretty much everything about me and vice versa, I couldn't have imagined not having her in my life. Her opinion meant a lot to me – she meant a lot to me – so much that when I found out my boyfriend of a year was cheating on me, I couldn't bring it in myself to tell her.

It was humiliating, finding the texts on his phone from another girl, along with some inappropriate videos. Dehumanising when he tried to defend his actions after discovering I knew the truth. We were in a content, happy relationship and I was convinced I loved him, only for the worst to happen.

The last thing I wanted to do was air out my dirty laundry to people I knew, including Yelena, so I kept it to myself. Of course it hurt and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry, but the embarrassment of her finding out I'd been cheated on was even worse, so I just didn't tell her.

Of course, Yelena wasn't a fool. She was a trained assassin for crying out loud, so when were watching TV together in my apartment, she brought the topic up carefully.

"Y'know, I haven't heard you talk about Thomas in a while," she said between episodes of The Office.

The mention of my ex-boyfriend took me off guard, admittedly, and I hoped she couldn't see my hesitation when I replied, "Yeah, he's not really in my life anymore. We broke up."

In my peripheral vision, I could see Yelena's surprise. "Pardon? Did I hear that right? You broke up?"

I cleared my throat, nodding nonchalantly, though inside the wound was still fresh. "Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We realised it wasn't working anymore. So, we broke up."

"But you were– it was a long–" She was stuck on her words, before finally settling on, "When?"

I shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, fingers playing with the corner of the cushion in my hand. "About a week ago."

She paused, and I finally looked over to see her watching me with a softened expression, though still confused.

"Do you mind if we don't talk about it?" I asked her gently, offering a forced smile.

She nodded. "Right. Sorry. I just– sorry."

I shrugged, looking back at the TV. "It's okay. It's no biggie."

It was, but she didn't need to know that. My hope was that she'd never bring it up again and I'd move on from it all without her ever discovering the embarrassment of the truth. That just wasn't the case though...

We went out for lunch together, maybe a week after that conversation took place, and it was going perfectly fine. We caught up, had pointless and absolutely insane conversations about things that made no sense, and were genuinely enjoying each other's company. It was going perfectly fine, until it wasn't.

"...so he tried to shoot me, but obviously he didn't get a single shot...," Yelena was recalling one of her recent missions, and I wanted to listen, but my attention was stolen when I saw who was sat a few tables behind her.

Thomas, out of all the people who I could have spotted, was pulling out a chair for his date – a really pretty girl who I recalled seeing in the photos and videos on his phone. They were smiling flirtatiously at one another, clearly on a date, and though it was so glaringly obvious that he was going out with her, it didn't really hit me until they shared a kiss.

He was on a date with the girl he cheated on me with.

It wasn't the easiest thing to witness, the wound still very much raw. I hated his guts and I hated the way he made me feel, but that hatred was still wrapped in hurt and embarrassment. And when I saw him with her, I already felt tears pricking my eyes.

"Sorry, I just need to go to the toilet," I cut Yelena off quickly, stumbling out of my booth as I stood up.

She called my name but I ignored her as I sped to the toilets, avoiding looking anywhere but ahead. Thankfully it was empty, but I was left to view my own reflection and, for the first time in a long time, I hated what I saw. I looked like a mess. My vision was blurry, tears filling my eyes, a lump in my throat.

He really didn't want me, didn't he? Something had to be wrong for him not to.

"Y/N, are you in here?"

I sucked up a breath and wiped my eyes before I could shed a single tear for him. Turning around, I saw Yelena entering the bathroom, eyes looking around until they met mine worriedly.

"There you are," she said with relief, rushing in and resting her hands on my shoulders. "What happened? Is it to do with Thomas? I saw him sat out there when you ran off."

It would have been so easy to lie and brush it off, but Yelena was staring right into my soul and I couldn't hold it in for much longer.

"We didn't break up mutually," I whispered, ashamed of the crack in my voice.

Yelena wasn't following. "What?"

I frowned, looking down and feeling my eyes well up all over again. "Thomas and I. We didn't– he–"

Why was it so hard to say?

"Y/N, you can tell me anything," Yelena reassured in a voice so soft I'd never heard it before.

I couldn't meet her eyes. "He was cheating on me."

She didn't respond, nor react, not verbally anyway. I wasn't sure what expression she pulled because I was too embarrassed to look up from the floor.

"Y/N, I..."

All she did was pull me close and it was like a dam burst within me, the tears I'd bottled up for so long finally being set free. I sobbed quietly, shamefully, into her shoulder, and wasn't sure what else to say.

Yelena was sweet – she always was – as she held me upright, letting me make a wet, snotty mess of her jacket. And she held me close until I finally stopped, reluctantly pulling myself from the safety of the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to say something to him?" is all she asked, so carefully, as if I might break even more.

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my face and avoiding her eyes. "I just want to leave."

She nodded, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently. I was too tired to do anything but let her lead me out of there, most of it a blur. I recalled her glaring daggers in Thomas' direction when we passed his table, but I refused to look up and see if he noticed. When we reached her car, there was a tense silence in the air.

Finally, after a minute, she broke it.

"Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?" she asked quietly, and I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my head.

Wiping my face to distract from my warm cheeks, I answered, "It's embarrassing."

"No, it's not," she said, and I could see her shaking her head in the corner of my eye.

I scoffed, angry at myself for breaking down. "Of course it is. He cheated on me because clearly something is wrong with me. That's literally the epitome of embarrassing."

"What– are you insane?"

I glanced at her, clenching my jaw. "Maybe. Who knows?"

She scrunched her face up with annoyance. "Stop that. You're not." Her expression softened. "You're completely and utterly wonderful, and the only insane one is him for throwing that away!"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the passenger door as I got comfortable. "You have to say that. You're my friend."

"No," she said with conviction. "I mean it. Every word. And those are the reasons I'm your friend. Because you're the way you are."

I shook my head, glaring at the front window. "Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway. Can you just– please can we go home?"

She opened her mouth, as if to retort, and I seriously wasn't in the mood. Thankfully, she dropped it for now and put her seatbelt on instead.

The ride home was awkward, mostly because I still felt humiliated at my breakdown and even worse because I hated being pitied by Yelena. If it were up to me, we'd forget this ever happened, but I knew she wouldn't.

"You should've said something sooner," she said when she pulled up outside my apartment building. Her voice was calm, but her words carried weight. "I would've helped."

Realising how bitchy I was being for no reason, I let go of my anger. She was never my target – I was my own worst enemy right now. All Yelena had done was be there for me.

"You helped before. Getting me out of there." I exhaled, regretful of my attitude earlier, and gave her a grateful look. "Thanks."

She looked to me, green eyes twinkling sadly, matching the frown on her lips. I leaned forward and pulled her in for a hug, albeit an awkward one because we were still in the car, but a needed one. She was a really good hugger, I realised, and I didn't want her to go just yet.

"Do you wanna come up?" I asked lamely once I pulled away. "I just– I–"

"Of course," she cut me off, and I was relieved because I had no idea how to say anything else.

I relaxed, nodding, and glanced at her with a small smile before getting out the car. She followed me out and up to my place, where we instantly fell into a sweet lull of an afternoon. She didn't bring up Thomas for the rest of the day. Not when we ate up all the junk food in my kitchen. Not when we watched one film after another, her letting me pick them all. And not when we passed out on my couch, too tired to get up and make it to my bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself half laying on Yelena's chest as she laid on the couch, leg hanging off the end.

"Shit, sorry," I mumbled when I realised I was drooling on her shirt.

She groaned, tired, and mumbled something I couldn't make out, before opening her eyes and immediately widening them. I wondered what had her spooked, but was still too tired to think on it longer than a second.

"I am so hungry," I thought aloud, pushing myself to sit upright. Letting out a yawn, I checked my watch. "We didn't eat at all last night. Not a proper meal anyway."

Yelena still hadn't spoken, so I stood up and stretched, yawning once more. I hadn't realised how quickly time had gotten away from us yesterday, nor how easily I was able to forget the mishap because I had Yelena.

"I think I have some eggs in the fridge," I said, padding over to the kitchen to take a look. "You want some?"

Yelena didn't answer and I didn't really care, taking it as a yes anyway. Before starting to cook, I went to freshen up in the bathroom and wake myself up a little more. When I came out, Yelena was waiting outside the door.

"There's a spare toothbrush under the sink," I told her with a smile. "I'll get started on breakfast."

She nodded tiredly, going in after me. I started on breakfast meanwhile, the events of yesterday coming to mind as I fried some eggs. It was a strange day, but it felt good to be able to tell Yelena the truth. I didn't feel so alone anymore.

When I heard Yelena coming out the bathroom, I glanced over my shoulder and saw her looking much more awake than before. And that's also when I realised she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

"I have some clothes you can wear if you want," I offered, but she declined with a polite head shake.

"I'll just be going back to the Compound after, it's all good."

I hummed in acknowledgment, getting back to putting our breakfast together. She took a seat at the dining table and I felt the need to speak up again.

"Thanks," I blurted out, making no sense.

She sounded confused, and tired. "Huh?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I distracted myself with plating up our eggs. "For staying last night. And for not making... it a thing. That's all I wanted."

If Yelena wanted to, she could have turned Thomas inside out with ease, but she didn't, and I was eternally grateful.

"I'll always be here for you, Y/N," she said when I was setting her plate in front of her.

I glanced up at her from the plate. "I know. I'm lucky."

She began to smile, eyes meeting mine comfortingly. I returned her smile, hoping she knew how much she meant to me, before taking a seat opposite her and digging in.

#yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #florence pugh #mcu #marvel #marvel imagine #black widow

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spywhitney · 1 year ago

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Big Tiddy Hugs 🌻 Miles Morales/Fem!Reader

My Spiderwoman OC has big tits and loves hugging Miles. That's the plot. No name mentioned.

Tags: Fluff, friendship, hugs, platonic relationship, humour and Miles Morales appreciation.

🌻She thinks Miles is adorable. After joining the Spider-Gang and fighting the Spot, she admires his strength of character, and is proud of how much he's grown up since the short time she's known him.

🌻Mind reading is a skill everyone has in her universe, and she used it to help find him when he was sent to Earth-42.

🌻Because of this, she got a real sense of how he felt about everyone: his parents, Hobie, Gwen, everyone. And she felt the most terrifying moments of his life: the uncertainty of his future, the debilitating fear of the loss of his loved ones, and the fatal rejection he felt from the Spider Society.

🌻She couldn't help but hug him (or think about hugging him) every time she looked at him. He'd been through so much and he didn't need to tell her to her face he'd heard her thoughts too.

🌻One time, she pulled him into a hug when they were out with Hobie and Gwen in his universe. It was a warm hug, but like always, his face was buried into her tits.

🌻Gwen and Hobie usually found it very funny, but Miles was embarrassed, more so than usual.

🌻"Aha, thanks. Um, could you let me go now?"

🌻She pulled away to look up at him, as she was so short compared to everyone else, yet still held onto him tightly.

🌻"Why?"

🌻"I mean, uh...".

🌻"You don't want to hug you? Am I not allowed to show affection?"

🌻She knew what the elephant in the room was, but it was normal in her universe to be so touchy. So much so if someone was crying, everyone around would hug them, or assist them in any way they could, and the favour would be reciprocated just as freely.

🌻She was instinctively offended, she couldn't stop the tears from clouding her vision. Miles saw and immediately regretted pulling away.

🌻Hobie and Gwen snickered, but avoided Miles' glare. In a way, she reminded him of his mother, so he felt that omnipresent need to listen and do what she said. She was almost twenty-five, it wasn't the weirdest thing in the world.

🌻She had that innocent, almost sultry look (if it wasn't for the tears) he felt she used on Hobie too many times to count on her face.

🌻"Nah, nah. It's cool. You're right- ah!"

🌻She resumed the hugging position, Miles being near-crushed by her tits. But it was warm, and as she hummed in joy, Miles began to feel it was actually pretty comfortable. He was starting to get used to this.

Bonus:

🌻Hobie and Gwen are awkwardly standing, their mouths slightly agape at them staying like that for what felt like forever.

🌻"Can't remembe' the last time I gotta be face-first in her tits like that."

🌻"Goodness you're so cute!"

🌻They watch as she releases him to pinch his cheeks, and they're even more confused when they see Miles smiling with soft eyes. Then slowly, Gwen turns her head to face Hobie:

🌻"Are you serious, Hobie?"

🌻"What? Little man's getting more action from ma girl than me."

(Yes, my OC and Hobie are together- or at least screwing lol).

#miles morales #atsv #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader #atsv fanfic #gwen stacy #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #miles morales x you #spywhitney #fluff #platonic fanfiction #humour #atsv oneshot #spiderman

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viperwhispered · 1 month ago

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Emi's just so gonna be vibrating with excitement during certain parts of book 7 tho.

(putting under the cut just in case for some spoilers for the early parts of the book)

Like... She's actually dreamhopping? Actually in other people's dreams? It's an actual thing in this world?

She has a lot of dreams that she remembers, some of them with recurring motifs including those dreams she had as a kid of being eaten alive, those were fun and sometimes she has lucid dreams, too, with some control over the events.

Not to mention all the fantasy books she's read exploring the concept, of traveling to other worlds in one's dreams, all that jazz.

And suddenly it's real.

She's going to be asking poor Silver so many questions (that he doesn't have answers to), basically really wanting to pull out a notebook and writing everything down. (But also like, then there's that part of her brain which knows how nonsensical books and reading and writing usually are in dreams, now how would it work here when she knows she's dreaming, when she's stepping into other people's dreams, now she has to test it out...)

Girl's gonna become a dreamworld scholar before all is said and done, lol.

But also - she's got this trick that usually works for waking herself up from bad dreams (squeeze your eyes real tight, and when you open then, you're awake - unless you're unlucky and the dream loops), and she'll be definitely trying it out once Silver tells her what's happening. No cigar, alas.

And when she's alone in the dreamscape, perhaps while in Lilia's dream while they're camping out, she'll find a moment of quiet and peace (because it would feel very stupid if someone saw her, even if most of the people here are just figments of Lilia's imagination).

Because there's a few recurring things in her dreams: flying or gliding by spreading her arms, using a certain hand gesture to pull items to her, using certain kinds of "magic" to make things happen...

And even if maybe those tricks don't work in other people's dreams, she can't help but wonder. If she entered her own dreamscape now, how much could she influence it, now that she can't wake up too quickly? Just what kind of things could she do there, when she'd stay completely lucid yet asleep? Almost a magic, all of her own, even if it would not be quite real.

Ngl, I'm so tempted to give her some cool dream powers or something, but we shall see. Perhaps once I get further along with book 7 and see what else happens and how things work there?

Plus we are talking about a person who finally beat up the monster that kept eating her in her dreams with her fists, basically spelling an end to those dreams, so... I kinda wonder about her being able to do something with the darkness or something, even without Silver's / Dawn knight's ring.

Tagging:

@scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha

#ner talks #twisted wonderland #emi lind #twst yuusona #twst oc #the two things I live vicariously through emi: jamil and this lol

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squarebracketsmileyface · 2 months ago

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Found a new song for My Girl, my Girl, My Girl

Maybe even the Entry 80 fic, actually because Tim didn't get to hold Jay before he died, and that fucking devastated him, he didn't get even a minute to hold his girl

I'm doing a whole shitty "which line means what in context of S,IL" thing again with this one so that's under the thingybobber

[Verse 1] I've been waiting for you To come around and tell me the truth 'Bout everything that you're going through My girl, you've got nothing to lose

This one's pretty obvious, it's the bit that actually made me think of My Girl, because it's just literally what Tim's doing. He's waiting for Jay to tell him/realise he's actually trans. He knows Jay's trans but Jay hasn't realised it yet, and Tim's trying to help him figure it out, just waiting for Jay to realise and tell him. And Jay already thinks there's something wrong with him for wanting to be called a girl in bed, and Tim's like, "you have nothing to lose, I'm not gonna be upset," when Jay's so convinced he's gonna lose Tim over this whole thing.

[Pre-Chorus] Cold nights and the Sunday mornings On your way and out of the grey

White noise. This is White Noise and the Stars in Your Eyes. I know that fic's not out yet, but this just feels like it. They star gaze together and it's cold but it's perfect because they feel almost safe for the first time in weeks. Nothing's happening at the moment so they go and spend time stargazing together, because they can. All the bad things and anxiety melt away for an hour or two and they just get to exist together, go on a stargazing date like they're normal people. Y'know?

God I can't wait to post that fic. I fucking adore it. I need to get chapter 3 written because White Noise comes after that one.

This is the bit that makes me feel like this song could also work for entry 80. Honestly I might put it in both playlists, have it be like when a movie has the same song at the start and end but at the end the song takes on an entirely different meaning.

In My Girl this is Tim genuinely thinking he has time, he has the time and love to help Jay figure himself out and he loves that he can just take little bits of time to just hold Jay whenever he wants to. Sure they can't really do it when they're out and about in a 'crowded town' that'd probably not go super well, but they can just lie in bed together and cuddle. They can just do that. Jay can pick how he wants to lie, whether he wants his head on Tim's chest or stomach or shoulder and Tim can just hold him there. They can just hold each other.

Then you get the entry 80 fic and this whole song becomes so much sadder, but especially this and the next bit. For the chorus it's like Tim's thinking about what he and Jay had before Jay died. It's Thinking about how he thought they had time and about how patient he was happy to be as Jay figured himself out, he'd thinking about how he was so sure Jay would figure his gender out and Tim would be able to be there for him, to hold her and give her all his time and love as she figured out what she wanted to be called and how she wanted him to refer to her.

And then Jay died and Tim's looking at the footage just absolutely devastated because he didn't get to hold him before or even as he died. He didn't get to hold Jay one last time, because the last time they were together properly they'd had an argument and that was why they split up at benedict hall, because Tim needed time to calm down and just, wrangle his feelings under control because he just felt so fucked up because of what Jay did. (Hooray for Jay pushing boundaries he shouldn't with Tim as well as Alex lol)

[Verse 2] I've been dreaming 'bout us Working hard and saving it up We'll go and see the man on the moon My girl, we've got nothing to lose

This bit's also the entry 80 fic as well as My Girl and has it's meaning change depending on which one you're listening to it with.

In My Girl it's Tim thinking about the future, all hopeful and excited about the life he and Jay could have after MH is all over. He's thinking about how after MH is over they can do anything, they'll have nothing to lose that they haven't already had to deal with. They can save up and move out and create themselves a brand new life wherever, whenever and however they want.

And then with entry 80 he's thinking about all the same things but knowing now that he'll never get to have them. He'll never get to move away and start a new life with Jay because Jay's dead. He'll have to do it all on his own (well, also with Birdie, but he doesn't know about her yet) and now he really does have nothing to lose. He's already lost Jay and Brian and Alex. He's lost everything. (even his house? Maybe? I'm not actually sure if that'll fit into my version of events for Alex dying lol) But yeah, he's actually got nothing left to lose.

[Pre-Chorus] Cold nights and the Sunday mornings On your way and out of the grey

[Bridge] My girl, my girl It takes one hard second to turn it around It takes one hard second to turn it around

This bit's a bit less connected to either fic honestly, unless I guess it could be kinda like Tim desperately hoping Jay is somehow alive, begging for just one little thing to turn everything around and let Jay still be alive. For My Girl I guess it's like Tim hoping Jay will figure out his gender and tell him, about how it'd only take one little thing for it to all fall into place for Jay and then everything in how he feels about himself will turn around and get better. Or at least he hopes that's what'll happen, chances are Jay would still struggle lol, even after realising that he's actually a girl and all that.

[Chorus] I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl I've got time, I've got love Got confidence you'll rise above Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl Crowded town or silent bed Pick a place to rest your head and Give me a minute to hold my girl Give me a minute to hold my girl

#marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #mh jam #mh sorry its locked #fic/series rated e on ao3 #in case anyone would prefer not to read that #song analysis i guess #Spotify

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago

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Happy Saturday :) S2 like I said before chock full of goodies. The hits keep coming with this one. This one has ton of amazing gifs sadly Tumblr keeps me to 30. Had to pick the most essential ones. They gotta raise that limit haha I need least 50 with good eps like this haha

2x06 Fallout

We start the ep off with Rachel telling Tim about the wedding she has an invitation to. Tim immediately says he doesn’t do weddings. (For you he doesn’t….) Rachel ignores this and tells Tim, Lucy got one too. That Lucy used to date him and it’s going to devastate her. Tim asks if this guy slept with this girl while they were dating? She says living together…ugh poor Lucy. Rachel asks him to take it easy on her today. He fights her a bit and becomes a lying liar who lies. Tells her how Lucy isn’t his friend but his rookie. Ok honey…sure…Whatever you say. That it’s not his job to help her through her messy social life. Rachel pouts a little and he cracks. Says he can take it down 2 percent ha

Cracks me up how very confused Lucy is by this announcement. Look at her face. She is put very off guard by this offer. She instantly questions why he’s letting her drive. Probably thinks this is a Tim test she doesn't understand just yet. Too funny she doesn’t trust it for one second why he’s allowing this. It’s not like him at all. She knows him too damn well to just accept it. The distrust is immediate and doesn't go away. I mean look at him rolling his eyes below it's almost painful for him to allow this haha Why wouldn't she question it?

I do love that this is his way of cheering her up without her knowing it. Not a bad first swing at 'taking it easy on her.' Tim knows how much she wants to drive the shop. He’s trying to be indirect about it. Even though he knows he can’t get anything past her. Her smile walking to the shop is too cute. Lucy couldn’t be more excited to drive today. She is not sure what brought this on but she's going to roll with it. Well for a minute.....

Lucy can’t be in the shop more than two seconds before she’s questioning this kindness again. Lucy being Lucy just can't let this random surprise go. Tim is just letting her drive without a catch. No rhyme or reason. Very unlike the Tim she’s come to know. Always so methodical in everything he does with her. This seems unfounded to her. Out of left field and they both know it. It's cute he thinks he can ever run something like this past her without suspicion.

Lucy’s facial expressions during this scene made me laugh so much. She’s on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. Her face saying Who are you? The funniest part of this scene is Tim not looking at her. He knows if he looks he’s gonna fold quickly. Eyes are the window to the soul, and Lucy has a free pass and can let herself in whenever she wants to read him. Tim knows this. Why it's hilarious he refuses to let Lucy really look at him.

No one has ever been able to read him like she does. Tim is painfully away of this fact. The minute Tim gives her eye contact this ruse is over. He won't have even made it out of the station before this crumbles. Cracks me up he refuses to look her in the eye the entire time. The more she looks at him more he looks away. Like Lucy is willing him to look at her and he just won't do it. I’m dying lmao Also my god look at his jaw line sweet lord. * fans self*

They report to a Liquor store where there was a counterfeit bill used. It's obvious Tim knows the owner since they're on a first name basis. Their reactions to how badly it was counterfeited is too cute. Says ‘Hunderd’ LOL Tim asks how Amari how he and his wife are? He says they’re in couples counseling. Tim empathizes tells him to hang in there.

Lucy looks shocked he’s being so personal. I love that Tim has scattered ‘puppies’ all over. There is a history there we don't know about with Amari. I adore getting to see this side of him. He’s so much softer than he lets on to be as we all know. Lucy can see that chewy center hehe. Amari hands them a pic off his security camera. They tell him they'll start to look for this guy right away.

Tim tells her after they leave that she should’ve gloved up before touching the bill. Lucy says he’s right and she’s sorry. Lucy questions why he didn’t say anything to her while they were inside? Tim tries to shrug it off says no reason…You can't BS the person who reads you best Timothy. They barely make it past their first call before she is calling BS on this niceness. He's such a bad liar.

Lucy tells him he always calls her out in front of people when she messes up. Asks him why he’s being so nice to her today? Tim fails once again in his reply. Says he’s not.... Weak defense Tim very weak. Look at his face. Couldn't lie to her if his life depended on it. Lucy puts two and two together and gets very angry. She know Rachel said something to him.

Tim admits to it and says he didn’t want to do it either if it made her feel better. Breaking news It doesn’t lol First time we really see Lucy get defensive with him about her personal life. I think she knows this whole nice thing wasn’t genuine at all. Lucy figured that much out from the jump. She just didn’t know why till now. Lucy gets more defensive and goes on a mini rant about how it’s not a big deal, she’s over him, and is ‘happy’ for him. This doesn't bother her at all.

Eric is at it again with the perfect facial expressions. Tim’s face says it all in response to her rant. He too is calling BS. He knows she’s not being truthful about how she feels about this whole thing. It was noted in the finale by Tim how 'She is good at a lot of things lying isn't one of them.' Lucy may know him very well but it’s a two way street. Tim is well versed in all things Lucy Chen. He know's she isn't being her usual honest self about this wedding.

Lucy tells Tim she doesn’t need special treatment from him. Trying to put on a brave act for him. After this confession Tim doesn’t hesitate to reverse his driving decision from earlier. Tells her he’s going to drive then. Lucy is bummed but doesn't fight it much. Honestly it’s what she needed. She was off balance with him doing it anyways. So he’s righting the ship by driving the shop (and the situation as we will see later on.) He stopped the being nice routine minute she called him on it. From here on out he handles it really well. It’s far more genuine and from a place of actual caring.

Since she's back in passenger seat Lucy starts to verbalize her feelings and anxiety. Like one does. Saying she's sure Tim thinks she’s being stupid about the invitation. He shoots back saying he thought this didn’t bother her? Lucy ignores his jab. Tim tells her he was just grateful to not talk about it. Haha Lucy continues on despite him. Can’t understand why they would invite her? To humiliate her?

Her spiral just beginning. Tim is trying to head it off with his patented logic. Says maybe they’re trying to make amends? Lucy doesn’t buy that for a second. Before she can rant more they find the counterfeit guy. During their arrest their phones goes off. Lucy looks panicked when she reads it. Instantly looking at Tim for an answer. Says a missile is inbound for LA. To find shelter. So they cut their guy loose and head back to the station.

Lucy is panicking checking the time every 5 seconds. Says they only have 13 min. Tim tells her to stop checking the time. Lucy asks him if he’s serious? They’re about to be burned up by a giant fireball. Tim goes into protect Lucy’s mental state mode. I always love how he puts her first in these kind of scenarios. He knows she's panicking so he does everything in his power to keep her calm. Redirect her thoughts.

Tim tells her they’re not it’s a false alarm. That counting down the minutes wouldn’t accomplish anything, even if this was real. Lucy asks him you want me to think about something else? He says pretty much haha Lucy replies it can’t be done. Tim takes this challenge and runs with it. He starts with the distraction of talking about the wedding she refuses to truly talk about.

God I love them. Both calling each out even when the world is possibly ending. Can't help themselves. Tim pegging her lie about the wedding and her about his false alarm comment. Their banter is the absolute best. The chemistry just from their 'fighting' gets me every time. After their sassy shots at each other Tim does what he does best. Distracts her. Pushes Lucy to really talk about how she is feeling about this wedding. What she would do if she could?

Lucy ends up breaking the emotional dam she had been holding in all day. His face as she gives in and starts explaining what she would do is fantastic. First off her plan is amazing. I adore it. I'm all for vindictive justice for those who have wronged me haha I'm with Lucy on this plan 100 % (My Slytherin side is showing and I do not care haha) Second the look on his face. He could not look more impressed with this plan. He is so proud of her. He’s proud of himself too. Tim finally got her to share her true feelings about this.

Look at his face. He is so happy he got her to share. (but he didn't want to talk about it right?) He knows how cathartic this was for her. That she needed this release all damn day. Not his perceived 'being nice to her.' Tim successfully distracted her even when she said it wasn’t possible to. These two. Gah s2 is so damn good for them it’s insane. Taking care of her in a way that is true to them and to him. Rachel had the best of intentions when she asked Tim that. Truly she did. But it just isn’t them to have Tim fake kindness. Also proof how much it didn't help or work.

This is one of the best scenes of the episode. It's so true to who they are more than anything else. Them discussing revenge and him having a bug guy she can use. This scene helped her much more than the ‘niceness’ of earlier. Tim telling her he has a friend at USC that could loan her cockroaches. Love it. So much for ‘Chen isn’t my friend she’s my rookie’ crap from earlier Timothy. She is your friend sir there is no denying. The more you fight it the more that wall starts to crumble. Hehe You don't do what he just did for 'just his rookie' The denial on his end is unreal.

They respond to Amari’s liquor store being looted. His employee took a bottle to the head. Tim tells them to head to his house check on his wife. Amari says no if its not real he’ll lose everything. Lucy makes a ballsy remark. Says no wonder they’re in therapy.... Damn girl LOL Tim doesn't even stop her. Just watches her put him in his place. Tells him the people you love need him more right now. That in moments like this that's where someone should be. Lucy is wonderful afterwards says they’ll hang back protect his store.

Tim checks his watch and Lucy catches him and says busted ha She asks how much time they have left. Tim says enough…Grabs bottle of whiskey takes a swig and offers her some. I love that he was ok sharing a bottle with her. End of the world. Might as well get a good drink out of it. She tells him she’s not a whiskey kind of girl. Grabs her own bottle. Amazing. I love their little smiles in this scene too.

There is Something really beautiful about this scene. Underrated moment for them I think. What I love is how they’ve decided if they’re going to die least they’ll die together. They legit were ok with this being their last moment together on earth. Lucy is going on about being with those you love during this. Who is she spending possibly her last moment with? Tim and vice versa. They clink their bottles together and chug away. God damn they’re cute I can not. Nice little scene of levity in a rather intense episode all around.

The alert ends up being a false alarm. They head to the hospital to check on Wesley afterwards. Rachel is with them I assume she drove them since they chugged hard alcohol earlier haha. Tim asks her again if she wants the cockroaches. Adorable. Lucy tells him no thanks. That today showed her she’s ok with the wedding.

That she only stayed with him cause she couldn’t afford to move out. Poor thing. Rachel asks if they’re going to the wedding? Lucy says no but she’ll get them a present. Tim being all cute asking if they’ll be a roach in it? LOL The beginning of their inside jokes I love it so.

Thus ends the ep for their scenes at least. Damn good episode for them my goodness.

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Side notes non chenford

This is such a good episode all around. it’s eps like this why I adore this show as a whole. It was super intense but in a good way. The whole bomb shelter with Wesley and Nolan doesn’t get more tense than that. Wes being stabbed and Angela finding my heart. The hospital scene also gets me in the feels. Harper showing up is huge. Tim sees it and gives her a nod. Step in right direction for her.

Harper had a great episode. That maternal instinct to protect her daughter. Even though she knew it would set Donovan off. I did love Nolan coming to her defense. Such a good ep for her. Mekia is amazing. That single tear when she’s explaining to Donovan that’s she trying so hard to change. I love her SL so much. Her growth is unreal. This is just the start.

#Caitlin rewatches the Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #s2 #2x06 Fallout #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well.#tim bradford x lucy chen #nyla harper

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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I imagine dad! matty would be veeery affectionate with his partner even in front of the kids bc they’ve decided they want to show the girls what it’s like to be healthily in love. so im picturing his missus in the kitchen making coffee or smth while the kids are sitting at the counter (little still! like 2 and 4) and he comes into the room and hugs her from behind giving her little kisses all over her shoulders until she turns around in his arms and he gives her kisses on her forehead/cheeks/etc. And then one of the little babas is like “no fair, I want a kiss from daddy!” And both parents are laughing but of course he goes over and gives his girl what she wants :)

yes!! this is exactly the vibe!! thinking it's summer holidays, but the girls aren't quite onto lie-in schedule yet, and matty had a show last night so you let him sleep while you got up to get the babas before they could run in and wake you up. they've started waking you both up at weekends by bursting into your room lately, the little one being gently pulled along by her big sister, both of them all wild curls and adorable little smiley faces in care bears pyjamas, and as much as they're extremely energetic for 7am they're also just too cute for you and matty to be exasperated by - basically, matty wouldn't mind being woken up by them crawling on top of him desperate for a cuddle, but you know he needs the sleep. and the sight you see when you go into your littlest one's room is exceptionally cute; she's cuddled into her big sister, her curls all smushed on one side and eyes still heavy with sleep, the two of them trying their best to read a picture book. their little faces light up when you come in, and they run to you for cuddles and to tell you about their dreams - after a few minutes of this, baba 2 does uppy arms and says "toast please?", which is your sign to go downstairs and make breakfast. they get their toast, fruit juice, and a little cup of extremely milky tea each, and while they're at the table eating you work on making some coffee, only turning round when you hear almost dead silence and have to tell your eldest off like "sweetheart, you can't feed your crusts to the dog. just leave them on the plate, if you won't eat them" lol.

naturally, when matty comes in and ruffles their hair in greeting (accompanied by a "morning, my beautiful girls"), baba 1 is like "dad, mum says i can't give mayhem the crusts of my toast" and matty's like "and she's right! but you can put out his breakfast for him, if you like" before he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist. he's like "thank you for letting me sleep, my most beautiful girl", kissing across your shoulders and the nape of your neck; you turn round and you're like "matty omg you can't say that, our girls are literally right there" and matty's like "no they agree with me, look! babas - isn't mummy the most beautiful person on the planet? i think so". your heart melts a little bit when they both immediately say "yeah!", and you press a quick kiss to matty's lips - when you pull back, he leans in again to give you little pecks all over your face, making little exaggerated "mwah" sounds that make you giggle. baba 1, back in her seat after filling mayhem's food bowl, is like "daaaaad can i have a little face kiss like mum?", and baba 2 is like "and me!", bless them; you giggle, while matty laughs and says "alright, babies!", then goes over and gives them each a big "mwah" kiss on each cheek and their foreheads (and then insists they both kiss one of his cheeks while he's crouched between their chairs too). and then you get roped in to give them kisses too, and before long it's just the four of you giggling at your kitchen table, matty stealing the toast crusts for himself, and the room just radiating pure love and happiness <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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wannabeabogwitch · 2 years ago

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Fem!TWST 7 Minutes in Heaven - Mallea (fem!malleus)

Mentions/warnings: SPICY. They're all aged up (I always age them up in my works.) Not suitable for minors. Sorrynotsorry. lol

Mallea Draconia - Mini handmade gargoyle statue/figurine

She may have been pretty isolated for most of her long life and there's a lot she doesn't know about modern things. However, you can't tell me that she doesn't know some stuff, if ya know I mean. ;) She's definitely got that rizz.

She's next to you in a flash and instantly picks you up bridal style, not giving anyone any time to snap out of their shock. Your face is as red as a straweberry, but you're not complaining, just shooketh (Jungshooketh!) and it may take some time for you to recover after being held by a gorgeous, tall dragon lady. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

She has a mysterious smile on her face, her eyes directly gazing into yours as she holds you in her arms. She takes you into the closet in a swift motion, it's like she's gliding by how graceful she moves and how fast she's going.

Once she sets you down… on her lap, facing her, she speaks up.

"It pleases me immensely that you picked my item… I was hoping you would, my cute child of man~"

"May I be so bold as to say you look even more ravishing today. As a dragon fae, I can be quite… possessive. I want to make you my little treasure. I will give you all you need and want. I will never let you feel lonely and be there for you when you are troubled and in need of company… Can I kiss you, my treasure?"

You're like "Umm, HELL YES! PLEASE DO!" lol

This makes her smile, but this smile is bigger and she just looks so happy.

"Very well then, if that is what you wish."

She brings her lips to yours, kissing you gently, as if you're made of glass. Her lips are soft against yours. They're a little cold, but it's a welcome feeling, considering how hot things are getting.

Her arms are wrapped around your waist, protectively, yet gentle and loving.

As a few minutes go by, the kissing becomes more intense and passionate. Her tongue pokes your lips, you can feel the ends (She definitely has a forked tongue or something or a long, pointed tongue, idk, I just feel like she would do.)

You grant her access and internally sqeealing.

Her tongue enters and it's… interesting, for sure. (What dat tongue do~ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ) She's lapping at your tongue and moaning into your mouth.

She pulls away, as if she knows that time is almost up.

"My treasure… I would love to continue this after the party. What say you?"

I mean, why the hell would you say no, amirite?

Anyway, after the party, you let Grim hang out with Alice and Diane, while you and Mallea have fun at Ramshackle.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

#Fem!TWST #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #fem!twisted wonderland characters #genderbent twst #genderbent malleus #fem!malleus #fem!malleus x fem!reader #sapphic #lgbtqia #wlw #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #fem malleus draconia

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a-tale-of-legends · 10 months ago

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Over thinker( but not really)

Summary: In which Leon thinks a lot ( and it keeps him awake)

Notes: whatever the ship name for Leon x Raihan x Piers is, this is that. I like writing characters reflecting :) Also super sorry if this is ooc, I genuinely haven't interacted with/ written these characters in a while. I just pressed on and wrote the fluff lol. Also I did NOT edit this bad boy, so sorry for any spelling errors. I still hope you enjoy!!!

If he were to be honest, and he is, he never fully expected to be the cuddler and cuddlee. Raihan and Piers lay on each side of him, Raihan’s head crooning near his neck, and Piers resting on his chest. Both of which are latching into him,allowing zero escape, all three of their legs tangled together in a comfortable mess. And- he’s being truthful here- he did not expect them to be cuddlers. At all. Okay maybe Raihan- he liked to lean on close friends, Leon knew that much. But Piers? Piers liked his space and privacy, which they respected. What more, Piers was a horrid night owl. It took them a while to even get comfortable sleeping together, even more so to drag Piers to bed and make sure he stays there. And yet here he is, an arm wrapped around Leon, comfortable and sleeping away. Leon can't help but feel pride. He’s glad Piers feels safe with him to fall asleep

It’s still weird that they're so cuddly. Not a bad weird. A good weird. Just ….. something he has to get used to now. It is nice, though. And he suppose it makes sense that a dragon and a vampire desire warmth- he chuckles at the thought.

……Sleep eludes him tonight. Not the first time, though he hoped the two bodies next to him would have him asleep in no time. And yet, he stares at the ceiling of Raihan's apartment, wide awake as can be. He's…..not afraid to fall asleep. Not tonight, anyway. No fears of darkness, no flashes of red and blue and purple- nothing. For once, things felt peaceful. So why can't he sleep?

Leon shifts a little- or tries to with his boyfriend's clinging onto him- trying to gather his thoughts. Maybe he's just not tired. Maybe Piers vampirism latched onto him now. He snorts at the thought.

……..

He wonders what Sonia is doing now. Is she with Nessa, like he is with Raihan and Piers? Or is she back home, sleeping away in her own peace? He hopes, either way, she's getting a good night's rest. And if not well. He wonders if she's doing the same thing he’s doing right now. Thinking away.

“Lee,” Raihan’s voice almost made Leon jump out of his own skin. Leon looks down to see a familiar turquoise eye looking up at him, “ I can hear you thinking, love”

An urge to roll his eyes is strong, but instead he chooses to worry- playfully.

“ Sorry it woke you up, then,” he teases, and it's Raihan that rolled his eyes.

“ Mm-hmm” Raihan hums, then he yawns, rising up on his arms, “ Well? What's got you overthinking?”

“ I'm not overthinking-”

“ Hhhrrrrmp” Piers grunts, waking up himself. He doesn't open his eyes just yet, only speaking, “ Why are we talking in the middle of the night?”

“ Lee’s overthinking,”

“ I'm not-”

“ Okay,” Piers yawns, “ Stop overthinking,Leon. Go to bed- ow!”

Leon suppresses a giggle as Raihan pinches Piers, earning them both a glare from the man.

“ Alright, alright, we can talk about it, jeez-”

“ We really don't have to” Leon interrupts, “ It's really nothing”.

Raihan and Piers look at each other, then back at Leon.

“ Lee we all know when you say ‘its really nothing', it's absolutely something”

“But it really isn't!”

“ And when you insist it isn't, it usually is,” Piers adds, also rising up, staring down at Leon, “ So let's cut to the part where you tell us what's up, hm?”

Leon grumbles. Leave it to these two to go straight for the kill….

“ Alright! It's Sonia. Just….thinking about how she's doing, that's all,”

Raihan tilts her head to the side, but before he could say anything, Piers crashes back down next to Leon.

“ Piers-”

“ I’m listening. But I'm also fucking tired. So.” Piers mumbled, and Leon chuckled. Once again - never would have expected this from the vampire man. Though the more he thinks about it, the more that's on him than anything. Raihan shakes his head, but nudges Leon on his shoulder, gently offering him to speak.

“ …..Well. I couldn't sleep. And I didn't exactly feel any distress so I just. Let my mind wander. And I ended up thinking about Sonia,” he shrugs, “ Still don't know why I'm awake though”

Raihan hums, nodding his head.

“ Did you talk to her recently?” He asks. Leon scrunches up his face a bit. Has he? They certainly have been talking more since he lost his title, but recently?

“.....No, not really”

“ Then maybe you just miss her,” Piers offered, his voice muffled slightly by the sheets.

“ We could set up something if you'd like,” Raihan offers next. Leon hums, titling his head to the side slightly.

“ That would be nice…..we’ve both been pretty busy….” He trails off,his mind going back. Back to the gym challenge. Back to their rivarly. Back to home. Back to-

“ She gave me that title first, you know” he says without thinking. Raihan raises a brow.

“ What?”

Leon blinks.

“ Uh. Before the gym challenge. I…..I was so scared. I didn't think anyone would like me or….or if I would make it far,” he swallows, memories flooding back into his mind. Him staring down at the train station, his legs refusing to move. The fear of leaving home, the worry of his loved ones health, the thought of him failing- it was all too much. He remembers Sonia’s touch. He remembers her giving him a warm smile. He remembers what she said-

“ She told me to create a persona. One that's ever confident and that can do anything and everything with a smile,” he smiles softly at the memory, “ ‘The Unbeatable Leon’”

There's a short silence between the three. Raihan looks down at Leon with slightly widened eyes.

“ I….I didn't know that,” he mutters.

“ Of course you didn't. It was our secret. No one had to know,”

“ So…..” Piers speaks up, “ When we first met you that….was a persona?”

“....Kinda?” Leon thinks back some more, “ Sonia….she told me that Leon and Unbeatable Leon were one of the same. Both can do anything really- it's just that Unbeatable Leon was a tool to get me going, you know?” He frowns

“....I don't think she ever meant for it to become my entire being,”

“Lee…..that's not your fault,” Raihan lowers his hand to meet Leon's, giving it a small squeeze.

“ I know….but it's not her fault either,’

“ Obviously. Neither of you expected it to become a marketing tool,” Piers says curtly. Rose’s name is left unsaid, thankfully, but it still hangs in the air.

“ I…..should probably talk to her about it,” Leon sighs, “...Later. I can see you getting grumpy Piers”.

“ Excuse me for being tired and still wanting to comfort my boyfriend,”

“ Yeaaaah, we better get back to sleep” Raihan says with a smirk, “ We don't want you becoming a vampire again”

Leon doesn't suppress his giggles this time, chuckling to himself as Raihan gets back into his original spot.

“ I can't believe you're still on that” Piers huff.

“ And you don't deny it, so for all I know, I'm right~” Raihan fires back, only to be accompanied by a yawn.

That seems to do it. Whatever small banter that was starting to brew dies quietly.

And soon Leon is back to where he was before. But this time he finds himself growing tired himself, sleep easing into him, one last memory plays in his mind……

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“ Unbeatable? Me?” Leon asks meekly. Sonia smiles, and Leon feels his worries ease.

“ Yep! The Unbeatable Leon! Everyone will love it!”

“ Everyone…..” he shakes his head, “But! I never beat you in battle, Sonia! How can I-”

“ Because!” She cuts him off, “ I believe in you, silly. Someday everyone is gonna see how bright you really are, just like I do!” She snickers a bit, “ Who knows maybe you’ll be able to beat me in battle soon~”

“Sonia!” Leon whines, and Sonia simply laughs, moving in front of him.

She stands in front of the train station, a big smile with a hand outstretched.

“ So, Mr. Unbeatable…..you ready to go?”

Leon looks at his best friend, and the hand she lends out. Unbeatable Leon…..the guy who does everything and anything with a confident smile. Like her. Like Sonia. He beams, and takes Sonia’s hand.

“ You know it!”

#legendverse #uuuuuuuuh #i'm gonna be brave and main tag #champion leon #gym leader raihan #gym leader piers #pokemon sonia #chat what the fuck you call Leon x Raihan x Piers i freaking forgor #r writes

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annoying-probably · 2 years ago

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Hello! I finally looked at the lyrics for hitsuji ga ippiki, and this happened in the span of... An hour? Mind the bad wording and not-as-done-up presentation as the previous ones! Tumblr formatting is the death of me, truly.

I'm taking my translations from the vocaloid fandom page and mirapaint on twitter, please bear with my translation differences struggle!

Enjoy the sheep analysis:)

this self loathing is a personal best, I'll ignore it - I want to act pretentious, desperado, if I can't? I'll self loathe.

man?????? an has been masking her whole life to be on top and consciously or not she's realised she isn't way ahead of expectations now, she can't put on her forward face of just going with the flow, her minds going mile a minute to do everything, to be well liked and loved but maybe it's projection. Kohane isn't used to this feeling, or atleast so strongly, so she hides from it, the cause?? I don't actually know I haven't read any new events but it could be from her standard of feeling like the odd one out.

this scapegoat is none of my business, I'm wrestling my own - this is a scapegoat, this roar (?) , It's like a curse that doesn't fade.

they're off the deep end I wonder why kashika and aogu are so damn idealising of that./s. I wouldn't read it as direct for Akito, being he's aware of Touya suffering but is turning a blind eye, more like.. he thinks because they're both going through it it's like okay? Or that he feels he can't intrude on it because that's went so well in the past. And Touya has had a whooole damn thing with constantly using a scapegoat of his history with music to escape it and not try and further himself, so he either feels guilty that he's ran so much, or that the history itself exists, or like. both. could always be both/guilt of holding everyone back because nobody in this damn group can communicate with each other that they all have the same issue.

I don't get what the hell the roar line means,,,, it's bugging me. Like,,. Passion? In other parts they mention passion becoming pain so it ties in and fits Touya,,, but????? Roar??

Oh is it cus his scapegoat, this doesn't seem like a word anymore, aren't meant to break from pattern as like a mindless sheep? So it's breaking the pattern and yelling out?

Or maybe it means arguments..? Like social/relationship scars?? I have no damn clue here

-right now, theres a 100 sheep here in a mud boat waiting to sink.

Someday the sun comes down, they opted out.

One ran away from it, 1-2-3.

so there's a 100 people starting music on shabby, baseless starts, with no real desire to become something real. I'll bet the 1-2-3 sheep that 'ran off' would be vbs- An. I originally said Kohane for the obvious reasons but An hasn't ran from anything. She started in music, she'll end in music. I'll say Kohane ran from like her past self, but she didn't start in music but I think it sticks. An, with Kohane, doesn't actually sing this part, so I think it can go for either however I'm using the next like as backup lol. And obvs the vbs connection to everything happening in the night where they can have their 'true selves'. Please bear in mind I'm using two diff translations here too lol.

- you can say whatever but, tell me you're pretending to be an oblivious fool

an is talkin to herself isn't that fun! Obviously it sounds like it could be to meiko, but what's meiko, if not an extension of her? :) an doesn't even know who *she* is.

- you're just a lonely sheep on your own, let me hear that voice of yours.

With the filter, it makes me think this is An's projection of Kohane, much like how it happened in moonlight yk? Berating her, yet pushing her forward anyways to sing. I think An has a real complex going on about Kohane. Loving her and constantly pushing herself down because she adores Kohane and her talent so much, so it almost seems like an, consciously or not, thinks Kohane is sorta like controlling her..?

- there's one sheep in the dark. Let's tear it all to pieces **|** O, lone sheep, go tear the darkness to pieces, the entire thing

Those are very different translations? Most are quite similar but those are. Hm.

The first one implies what I'd expect, a sheep out of of the bunch, a black sheep, and suggesting to sorta like maim the imposter. sung by Meiko/Kohane/Touya, which for the human two, could very easily be fingers they're pointing at themselves. The other translation?? Implies the lonely sheep is like angry and wants to tear away at the darkness of the others, also befitting for Kohane and touya, but the darkness of their partners, not supported by the song earlier, I'd say, but supported by the cards. ( But then again Kohane, in the cards, is a lone sheep in the darkness so, could also be her being the lone like prophet sheep to help em lol)

- if this beautiful night won't ever end, why don't we counting numbers?

Counting sheep! Classic method to falling asleep, but the night is a common theme. Usually seen, obviously, in the characters revealing their truest selves, pretty or not. But I think this more implies they're keeping it to be "the night." They've crowded the sky with darkness, with insecurity and doubt... And what did Kohane do, at the start, when she self loathes? She sleeps!~ so, meiko suggests the same, counting all the "sheep" here, so they can sleep away their loathing.

- when you become the only sheep, what do you want after that?(m,an,ak)

-im a sheep made to soothe, could you leave me be? / This version of me is a lonely one could you leave me be, now?

I'm being cursed by multiple translations again.

being the only sheep atleast probs means like, the others are healing and not wallowing in pain anymore, or they've just moved on, leaving behind a final sheep. An and Akito are scared of being left behind because of their fears. standard vbs. And with that translation, what do you want after that is also reminiscent of moonlight to me but I probably shouldn't compare em so much.

so translation one. back to an's identity crisis of what she is outside of other people, wanting to be alone. The other translation is pretty similar the word difference just makes her seem more dramatic, "this version of me" like... Alone now, in the dark night, because everyone else has left? I think it makes sense, aswell as possibly linking into meiko again, using her as a stopper and holder of her feelings. And obviously continuing, an wallows, asking to be alone.

- you're just a solitary sheep here, now, defy and move beyond.

Kohane, the real one, isn't joining An in her pains, but she is encouraging her. Telling her that she is alone, everyone is starting (to try to) grow. She's telling her to like pull up her boot straps and become more than she was made to be. Much like An did for Kohane.

AND BACK TO TRANSLATION CURSES!

- if this state of misery is a personal best, if you give it a name, it's like a curse **|** if this is misery it's my pb, if I were to give it a name; it's a curse.

That distinction of if I name it, it's a curse. Or if I had to call it by something, it'd be a curse.

The first one I like more, the idea that if you acknowledge sorrow, it latches on and increases into a leech, a curse. The second is just calling misery and hatred a curse in of it self but I think the first one is more special. especially coming from Akito.

- with "something" that's no longer just a hobby, you're bound to get hurt more and more.

An just lamenting about how music is something she has to be passionate about now, she is actually trying to do something, and when you want to learn and grow, you make mistakes. And mistakes hurt like hell, especially when you're surrounded by people who, you think, expect better of you. This kinda angle makes me think an never like.. truly strived to surpass rad weekend, the same way every kid says they'll be president (or some equivalent) yk? It's not that she didn't want to, but she loved music more for the fun and joy of singing, and turning what you love into a job will always be kinda draining in some way, not having freedom.

- haven't you been told it? "I love you". I can't stay here forever, so, (t) ( could also be, that " did they make you say it?'I love you' can't exist for all of time, so,"

- let's go on a one-night, two-day trip to hell and flourish in heresy, I mean. (M)

the double translations AAAAA. This making me damn insane.

The second one makes more sense to me, Touya doubting any love he's given because he feels as if he shouldn't be around everyone, even doubting that they'll all stay together and the fact everything will just fall apart in the end. The first one makes it seem like he's the hesitant one, unwilling to give love because he feels, again, as if all is fleeting. Then the added "fuck it all" basically, of meiko speaking true desires as she usually does, not caring if they go to hell, just having time away from the darkness and other people, thinking and saying things "sheep" couldn't, whatever that means to broader terms.

- ..I mean,

I see.. X4

meiko, to +Kohane, to +Akito, to full the three. Interesting choice of characters but I'll read it as the partners seeing through their partners true wants/pains?

then we circle back to the chorus with different line distribs.

The distrib is flipped a lil, probably just for voice reasons but now it's Akito and Kohane singing, could also be read as the previous wants being broadcast so they're telling antouya step out the darkness and destroy it all.

This time, Akito takes over meikos previous line ( if the night won't end why don't we count /parap), which, with the addition of the above line about a one-night outing??? sounds more like its leaning into that heresy from before. Counting numbers to sleep away the pain.

- when you become the only sheep, what do you want after that? (M,An,T)

Again, almost the same as before, but Akito and Touya switched. Once again could just be the switch for vocal and line distrib things, but hey, akitoya is having their usual dance of mental illness in this song so you can also say it's that, asking him what he'd do cus surprise! hes ignoring his issues again ( as he just said about counting to fall asleep. )

- I'm a lonely sheep, could you leave me be? /Para (t)

hey look! It's the same as an before! and the same as the two of them in moonlight! they're scared of being left alone yet isolate themselves in their loneliness. Fun!

- you're still just a sheep, can you even laugh at this version of me? (M)

Now because he spoke last, I could point this at Touya, instead I'm pointing this at everyone. They're all still sheep, none of them have broken free, they can't even laugh at the free, unbranded, Meiko. At the same time, she's pushing forward and showing how they all feel- pitiful, like a circus animal to be laughed at, in their darkest mindsets, because they all seem to trivialise their own issues, make them out to be stupid blips.

funny little nanana, with Kohane breaking the cycle to lead into the final chorus.

I don't think anything stands out here, the different line distribs are what id say is the same meaning as the last one, even with the different characters.

- You're just still one sheep of the flock.

Won't you try not to get cursed?

From now, until you die. (M)

- all of you are just one sheep here now, defy, and move before. (K)

The same as before!! But Meiko almost teases the others, telling them that if they don't make some move, they're all just sheep, cursed to live their entire life in this feeling, and they're not making any change.

And Kohane repeats the same line, the solitary sheep, broken free from the cycle, trying to get the others to follow, much like sheep, but in their own path, so they aren't always coping each other and hurting themselves.

Can't wait for An's next breakdown event, guys!!

#project sekai #prsk #proseka #puroseka #vbs #vivid bad squad #azusawa kohane #shiraishi an #shinonome akito #aoyagi touya #hitsuji ga ippki #is this song called one sheep or sheep sre great ive seen different opinions #had fun doing this #ironically my brain has been in overdrive of shit for like ages now so sorry if some of this rambles a while #talking from my brain rn #colourful stage #vocaloid #meiko

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Human Coil - lost boys drabble

(a little jam me and my partner wrote about seeing the Boys actually work for their food lol)

Seeing the pack actually hunt is pretty chilling.

The first time, it had been dark, his purely human eyes not able to see much in the flickering light of the bonfire. The gang had been stationary targets, and not more than a hundred feet away. That hadn’t been hunting, it had been bobbing for apples in a shallow tub.

This was different.

Michael can't keep up on human feet, so they have him ride Thorn.

It's two people lost in a van on back roads somewhere in the deep woods of the Rockies foothills at night, clearly looking for a place to stop over. Steep inclines on one side of the road. A shear wall of rock to the other. The guardrail needs updating.

Paul mists, spreading the thin tendrils of himself across the road. The headlights don't cut it more than a few yards.

Marko projects a doppler of himself into the road. If one were to come closer, look harder, they could have seen the odd angles of the false image, but a moving vehicle has no such luxury. The van swerves in a panic, and slams through the guardrail, down the side of the steep hill. It rolls, windshield cracking like a shell, bits of the van flinging off into the night.

Inside, the glass spatters with blood.

The woman gets out. The man does not. She’s yelling, stumbling, hurt but not dead. She comes to the driver’s side, to the man, trying to get the door open and help him. Already, it’s clear to all that he’s beyond that.

The woman looks about, helpless in the night. Her eyes find the road above the incline.

She sees them.

She runs.

David and Dwayne shoot after her, so fast, they're blurry in Michael's vision. He grips the fur around Thorn's neck a little tighter. The dog boy keeps pace, a dozen herself feet behind. He stops to nose at the overturned car for a moment, before leaving the injured man for Paul and Marko who are already in the van and pulling the body out. He takes Michael to follow the trail of the woman.

By the time they catch up, she's already in between Dwayne's jaws.

She's still moving. Her arms are in Dwayne's hands, claws sinking into the flesh to keep a better hold. David is keeping her legs from getting traction on the ground enough to arch back and wiggle out.

Not that that would matter either, Dwayne is already eating, thick swallows from the ruined flesh under his crushing teeth. David sees them come close, amber eyes catching the light of the moon, reflecting it in their depths.

He considers them for a moment… and then nods to Thorn, for him to bring Michael closer.

Thorn does, and Michael slides off of him. He pads to the side of the dying woman, seeing her dimming eyes, hearing her shallow, panicked breathing. Even with his fledgling nose, he can smell the blood.

"You hungry?" David asks.

Michael nods.

"Starving."

Michael's teeth aren't sharp enough yet to break skin, so David does as he has for almost four years now. A claw makes a path for Michael. Their leader feeding all before himself.

The woman’s blood flows easily enough for a fledgling.

It tastes like salt, and fear and iron.

Michael doesn't need as much as a full vampire. He takes until his body tells him to stop, and lets David and Thorn finish what he started.

As they do, him sitting to the side and enjoying the full feeling, he looks down at himself. His still human body. He doesn't have claws yet, and his body doesn't turn into the elegant, arrow-like shape. It looks like a breeze, slipping through the understory of the trees, or brushes, loping, racing across open fields.

Michael lifts a hand, looking at the moon between his fingers. How it illuminates the little veins and arteries hidden below thin skin, the bones under that. He wonders what it feels like to make them curl into claws, change their form to make the predator of man.

He knows this transient state won't, can't, last forever. He wants it. He's wanting it more every hunt.

It's been almost four years since he left Santa Carla with the pack. He's starting to wonder what's holding him back.

David is The one who helps carry him back to their nest. It's far enough that it would likely take more than a day on foot for Michael. But David is very fast, especially fresh off of a kill. Michael just has to hold on.

They stop about half a mile out from their hiding place. David sets him down on the mossy back of a fallen tree, and in a moment, looks human again. The hunt is over, and keeping up the change can be straining.

The nest isn’t too far away, the old warehouse shed left abandoned in the middle of the woods to rot. The atmosphere has shifted, the dead of night passed and the world is preparing to welcome a new day. Dawn is soon.

"I've been thinking," Michael starts.

"Always dangerous,” David jokes. “Do you have a light? I think I lost mine in the woods."

Michael hums, and digs through his pockets. Normally Paul would be there to save the day, but he and Marko haven't made it back just yet. Michael can only imagine what they're doing. They didn't make a kill with their own teeth tonight, but the slight high from blood is more than enough for those two to...well.

Michael finds a flick-open lighter, handing it to David, who lights up, and then offers Michael a smoke. He just shakes his head.

David shrugs, tucking the pack back into a pocket, and flops onto the log. He looks at him expectantly.

Michael tries to put the new, fragile words knocking about his mind in the right order.

"So. I come-with on hunts now, and I eat with you guys," he starts.

David raises an eyebrow. "Observant."

"Shut up," Michael growls. David snickers, but waves his hand for him to continue.

"Well. Uh." He breathes. It's fine. It's just David. "What. Is killing like."

David looks at him, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to decipher the words himself. This was likely not the question he’d been expecting, nor the conversation to follow.

He takes a long drag of his cigarette before he answers.

"I'll be real with you. It never gets easier. Unless I really hate the person, I always feel a little bad when their heart stops. But other than that?"

He takes another long inhale, letting the smoke linger between his teeth before exhaling. Savoring the feeling in his lungs.

"It's exhilarating. You haven't been flying yet but it's very similar. A sort of…weightlessness, and, I don't know. It feels right."

Michael freely admits that he feels a release in his chest he hadn't known had been wound tight, hearing that David did still feel something when he killed. He wasn't...wrong. Vampires weren't so far away from the mortal coil, so deep in 'pretending' that they never looked in the mirror and could no longer see the connection between themselves, and the prey in their jaws.

At least, not his vampires.

And Michael isn't lying to himself anymore. He can't.

He likes the taste. He likes running, he likes feeling full, warm, cuddling with Paul and Marko who lick him clean and settle in to be big, lazy predators.

But there's that last barrier. He knows none of them care that he still has it, really. But he does.

He's starting to outgrow his humanity. He supposes, before he shucks it for good...he just wants to know the other side won't hurt him.

Michael is broken from his reprieve by David suddenly leaning in, and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"If you were thinking any louder we could use the click of your cogs as a beat for Paul's music."

Michael laughs, and returns the kiss. Nicotine, smoke, and blood. Not bad.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #vampires #writing #writing jams #david/michael

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