#angst levels to 10000

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 11

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I always place my bookmark at the end of the chapter when I start reading to indicate the number of pages I have in a session, and this chapter is comparatively so short! Only like 20ish pages!

Once again, Charlie has abandoned me, but I am back on my soy lattes with matcha to accompany this chapter. Oversharing but; I ran out of my ceremonial grade matcha (delicious af) and tried a local tea shops matcha (much cheaper, still delicious, but texture and colour are very different). The matcha is tasty but definitely not the same. My wallet is happy, my taste buds are forlorn.

Minor angst aside- Let's get into this chapter!

Corpse?! Already! Starting this chapter off strong with maybe another death? I mean, Liu Qingge has 0 chance against Luo Binge, but still.

I will say MXTX is great at starting and ending chapters with anticipation. Like there is no filler chapter. She ends AND starts on action every time. It has made my one chapter a day read low key frustrating, but has definitely kept me engaged!

Wait. What corpse is Luo Binhe holding??? If it's Shen Qingqiu that is so fuckedp245

Double WAIT. What are they doing in the bed together :O OMG is he sleeping with the corpse?? p246

Im shaken. LOL It IS Shen Qingqiu's corpse. p247

Fucking SAME SQQ. Necrophilia is also not for me my guy "Too hardcore...Way too fucking hardcore! Even if his imagination had been as vast as the moon covered with craters, he had still never imagined that one day he would become a character in this kind of hardcore kink play". p247

SQQ I really don't think it can be called bullying to have the guy let go of your own corpse (that was being super desecrated) p248

okay but. question: did he sleep or SLEEP with the corpse? I need to know because I am overwhelmed at this revelation. Both are unhinged, but like one of them is significantly worse.

honestly, SQQ, I too want to know how that corpse is being preserved p248

NOT CORPSE HOT POTATO p249

LOL at Liu Qingge panicking about touching the corpse's flesh. Like sure, I get it, if that was my friend/sect sibling's body I would be horrified at the man handling p249

oh! His (SQQ) sword (and Luo Binghe's old sword??) is repaired!! that's rad! p250

Oh gosh. Luo Binghe is Big Mad that they are snatching his corpse boyfriend p250

Thank god that SQQ was able to get Liu Qingge to to actually leave- this could have been awful. p251

aaaaaaaand what a time for SQQ to have a change of heart about Luo Binghe. He is SO soft for him. 10000% he is going to get himself killed -> again. p251

OMG he was so close to telling him his identity and the confession was disrupted vie him being kidnapped! p252

wait- who else broke in?? was it Shang Qinghua? p253 ofc MXTX loves to leave little cliff hangers.

Oh no, Luo Binghe did remember to activate the demon blood mites. poor SQQ. p254

meanwhile SQQ is basically dying (not actually but he sure feels like he is) and is having an entire mindmap thought journey about how Luo BInghe came to this level of infatuation with himp254

we now have SQQ questioning his worldview, his entire life, himself as an individual, every choice he has ever made, and a his own sexuality. poor babe. p255

oh shit. Wait- what's the cure for the blood mites?? Who is this guy??? p256

are you fucking kidding me. LOL omg. Another demon. I just went to my notes from yesterday and this applied, but make it 3 dimes. "Shen Qingqiu (probably): if I had a dime for every time I had demonic blood poisoning me I would have two, and that's not a lot, but fucked up it happened twice. LOL" at this point should I keep a dime count??

omg! is he attacking him now from within the dream realm??? p258 so scary!

okay he is not attacking SQQ he is attacking HIMSELF. Luo Binghe is not okay. The level of unwell he is exhibiting is frankly, quite alarming. p259

all of this self harming because he lost his shizun's corpse omg

Well... at least luo binghe is apologizing for the water prison? p261

and here we have SQQ having a crisis about not wanting to be near Luo Binghe while he simultaneously cannot resist patting his head anyways p262

oh god. baby luo binghe intentionally kept all of the scars that Shen Qinqiu gave him. what the fuck I'm emotional. p263

Wel it's about time. SQQ finally figured out he fucked up treating Luo Binghe like a character and not a person. BUT, based on the last line of this chapter, I have a suspicion that 1. luo binghe is not himself (someone else impersonating him??) OR Luo Binghe knows exactly what the fuck he is dong.

I cannot with these cliffhangers!

I need to know who this other demon is and who is controlling this dream rn. I did take a look ahead at page count and the next couple chapters are very short AND end book 2, so I am not looking forward to likely more drama and another several cliffhangers.

pray 4 me.

[snoopsnoop07]

TIMESKIP OSAMU MIYA X GOJO X INO X READER

By Sophie, Phoenix and mai😈😈 (English ain’t my first language btw - Phoenix)

SMUT TO ANGST

DON'T READ IF UR SAD😨😨😭😭 No miners allowed😡 or ur going to get it lil bro, you’ll become the sussy imposter from among us.👿👿

It was a beautiful sunny morning I thought as I looked out my apartment window. Today was the day my glorious king skibidi bae Ino Takuma comes back from work. I sighed and looked at a picture of him that was sitting on my desk. Ugh he looks so fine in the photo. (What The photo looks like)

Ima go 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 if I don't see my lil kitten soon I thought to myself. I get my ford f150 ready and start to drive to his workplace. While I was hitting the road there was an enormous gigantic car that looked like a cyclops that was a big back. It comes to me at full light speed and it crashes into me. Our car rolls up and down and left and right and it starts to float. Out of curiosity I open my door but then I slip and fall. I start to fall down quick as my body sways like an inflatable, I almost sharted myself until someone snatched me. My eyes were closed in fear but I heard something in the distance… ~now, now daddy's home darling~ no need to fret lil one” I open my eyes and I’m met with bright and luminous blinding blue eyes. I couldn't even tell it was blue because of how bright it was. It could almost make the whole city shine “shine bright like a diamond!!!” *the man covers ur eyes* “guessss whoooo” “Omg!!! It's Satoru Gojo!!!!” I smile and tears of happiness fall off my face “you crying?” He smirks. “O-omg gojo!!! Have you seen my bf???” I stammered. “No sussy Neko Chan!! We can go look for him though!!!” gojo said while smiling really goofy while sticking out his tongue REALLY wide while widening his eyes like a psycho ”

“First you gotta come back with me to my apartment and ur sussy bf will be there waiting 😈😈 we’re gonna give u the most devious little surprise” Gojo says smirking devilishly

Fast forward to gojos apartment

“It’s freaky time 😈😈😈😈” Gojo says as he slowly teasingly takes off his top. “G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-gojo San!!!! Nani are you doing?!?!” I exclaim. Suddenly, Osamu miya and Ino walk in!!! I blush and suddenly all my clothes start to grow wings and fly away. “Come here bbg” Osamu said while winking and licking his lips. “Let me ask you something…. You know where the place nonia is?” “w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what is nonia?” I nervously stammer. "NONIA OF UR BUSINESS HAHAHAHAH” Ino laughs while laughing."ughhhhhhhhh that's not DATEBAYO ino🤬🤬🤬'' I growl “stop not being fanum tax baby gronk rizzler ino. Now let’s get freaky” gojo mentions and suddenly he whips it out like BOING BOING BOING and OH MY GOD??!!!! IT'S BOUNCING ON THE WALLS???? I then spread my legs apart “pls fill me up with the power of friendship and pls make me a sussy baka Ohio sigma skibidi baby gronk fanum tax grimace shake 10000 level gyat” I shake and bounce my ass for them “let me ask you Y/N…. Are you naughty? Or nice?..” Ino whispers in my ear

“because either way… we are about to give you the most devious backshots' ' Osamu mentions as he grimaces and oils me up. Gojo lifts me up and lays me down on the mattress “don’t worry… we’ll take real good care of you” Gojo says with an evil grin as he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a skibidi red hand print! Gojo then whips out his ohio grimace cock and shoves it in me. “ owchies!!! That’s going to leave a mark!!” Gojo starts to thrust at the speed of Phoenix slurping a grimace shake XD. “NUGHHHHHHHHH, YOUR TIGHTER THAN THE IMPOSTER FROM AMONG US NUHHHHHGGGGGGGGG '' gojo screams. “G-g-g-gojo senpai i'm going to bust😩😩” I said “BUST FOR ME MY LITTLE KITTEN WHISKERS NOWWWW, UGHHH, UR SO SKIBITI AND SIGMA'' gojo yells. Then gojo came. I lay on the bed breathing heavily but then I hear, “my turnnnnnn~” I look up and I see Ino my glorious pookie wookie dookie! “Uh ohhhh” I say

69 ohio Gyatt rizzler minutes later

We are all worked up, oiled up, and resting with each other on bed while making all the place wet. Until we hear a loud BOOM outside. It was a big radioactive explosion!!’

WARNING ANGST ALERT!!!! Do not read if emotional😞😞🙁🙁🙁🙁 PS. You might develop depression if you read this….

“G-g-g-g-g-g-guys… I’m scared…” I stutter “don’t worry dookie pookie… it will be us against the world” Osamu holds my hand “Y/N… we will meet in the next life” Ino whispers in my ear. I blush so much I look like a rotten tomato “Y/N… arigato.. sayonara~” Gojo smiles at me with his rotten Victorian child teeth. The radioactive bomb explodes our place and us and ends up disintegrating into bits of dust… just like Freddy Mercury (lead singer of Queen, y’all should know this🤬🤬) sang…. Another one…. Bites the dust…

THE END!! THANKS FOR READING AND STAY #POGGERS #WAP #LIVELAUGLOVE

[realcube]

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ CHARACTEROLOGY for @miauchu

𓆩♡𓆪 part of my lovers level — 3k follower event

𓆩♡𓆪 chosen tropes: multiple

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE...

YŪ NISHINOYA

the tropes that made me think of nishinoya for you are love at first sight / soulmate au. in a soulmate au where the way to find your soumate is very obvious (such as matching birthmarks or a timer on your wrist that counts down until the second you first meet your soumate) and he realises it's you.. omg he's gonna go crazy. like as soon as he realises you're his soulmate he's gonna smile the biggest he ever has and literally leap into your arms, probs will start crying too from happiness lol. also a specific type of soulmate au that i think would suit the two of you would an au where everyone has a distinct physical feature that only their soulmate will share. (such as a specific pattern of freckles, naturally colored nails, a scar etc) and in nishinoya's case, his feature is the tuff of blond hair he has at the front of his head. and when he sees you have that too, his eyes will light up. nishinoya deserves a "love at first sight" moment too because tanaka had one with kiyoko so why can't noya have one too 😤

HAWKS

fake dating with hawks 10000%. like you might not expect it because a big part of his brand revolves around being this hot eligble bachelor for fangirls to thirst over, but really they are only a small subset of the population. and even his fangirls go crazy when they see him save you from like a burning building in a partiularly romantic way — carrying you out bridal style or something like that. and the fans + news outlets eat that shit up 🍽 like pictures of him soaring through the sky with you unconcious in his arms are plastered on newspapers, magazines, even on live television. so naturally everyone begins shipping the two of you so hawks — desperate for that number 1 spot in the pro-hero popularity rankings — contacted you like 'do you wanna pretend to be my gf? we'll pay you' so ofc you were hell yeah. and the news and fanpages continue to CRAZY after y'all become a 'couple' and start going on 'dates' together. pictures of you and hawks end up on television and fansites everywhere. but really, the reason the public likes the two of you as a couple so much is that they can feel the undeniable chemistry, just by the way you look at each other with longing, but can you feel it? this also touches on idiots in love because one of your new favourite pass-times is watching interviews of your 'boyfriend' hawks, in which he is being asked about your relationship. "oh, when did we start dating? uhhh, about 3 months ago." "but you said you first met when you saved her from that burning building?" "yeah, and?" "that incident only occured 2 months ago..."

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he's great for angst because it's genuinely uncertain whether you will get angst/comfort or angst/no comfort lol. i think the angsty situation and turmoil would stem from his passion for volleyball, and how he wants to keep the sport at the centre of his life so he has a hard time letting you in because he is afraid that it might affect his athletic performance. so even though you two are such a cute couple and you honestly make him so happy, he might end up pushing you away in favour of prioritising volleyball. however, equally there is a chance that he might pick his own happiness over his career, and finally say 'fuck it' and let you into his life. though i'd say neither is a concious decision, like even if he does pick volleyball, his intention would never be to hurt you, it would just be a gradually increase in his disinterest until you end up breaking up with his, which is like.. objectively more angsty anyway. because let's be real, if he knew how to properly communicate his emotions, none of this would be an issue in the first place because you'd either be able to reassure him that your love doesn't come at the expense of volleyball, or you could just break up with him on the spot and save yourself the slowburn ansgt haha.

for @miauchu: rah these were all really fun tropes to write about , also the matching blond hair strands thing with noya is gonna be on my brain for the rest of the day haha

[venstm]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒?  —  while i consider myself open to a lot of different ships considering my muse list currently my brain is engrossed with the current : dabihawks, shigadabi and satosugu with a tiny bit of shinkami there also. 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐏 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆? — I am always down to explore the depths of intricate relationships, not all of them have to be inherently healthy or bring good things to the table. This being said there’s going to be none of that nasty shit ( condemnatory ) written here, you know what i mean. There will be nasty shit  ( positive ) explored between ships written on my blog. I’m down to write angst, smut, a little bit of domesticity or fluff here and there. Really I encourage my ship partners to explore beyond the surface level depths of ships to see what really makes them drawn to each other, how they compliment or do not compliment each other it’s just a good time.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐘? —  I feel like it goes without saying but there’s no adult / minor ships here, others i’m generally pretty open to depending on the situation / ship as i’ve written characters previously that are immortal in love with mortals so it feels absurd to say eight years when there’s like eight hundred between them. 

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆? — this is a yes and a no sort of situation, if i click with the other writer and we’re having a good time i’m usually down to ship. I tend to be a little !!! about my ships so if you do end up shipping with me there may be playlists, pinboards, general chatter so i like to give a heads up about that.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖? — honestly, if i’m writing tongue in mouth that’s generally kinda suggestive ?? but it’s more like once they start getting hands on it delves into the yeah im gonna tag this and then any actual smut scenes are nsfw.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇? —  i have plenty of ships im currently like interested in exploring, i’ll make a quick lil list based on like my braincells rn which are limited. dabihawks and shigadabi have infected my brain rn, i got my shinkami and kamijirou which i really enjoy. satosugu my beloved and sugushoko which has recently became at the forefront of my brain. Caejose is my jjba all time favourite ship i love those two with my whole heart and maybe ?? sampard im a bit on the fence about it rn but it does hold a special place with me. 

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔? — yes !! you can literally just be like hello ven i am offering u a ship and i will most likely be like YIPEEE CAT GIF !!!! 

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏? — i love shipping, it doesn’t always have to be romantic but i enjoy exploring dynamics through my writing so i ship all the time im shipping right now and you wouldn’t even know it. 

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏? — yes ! unless i am asked by a close friend or someone ive plotted with extensively i will always be multiship. I tend to not want to ship hoard and usually go for like maybe a max of three or four of the same ships because while i do know each rendition comes with its own flavour it’s like i dont wanna have too many ships and only two hands. 

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 - 𝐎𝐑 - 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒? — i may be a tiny bit ship obsessed. I have my playlists, my pinboards, the 10000 tiktoks ive seen of them or art i have saved. oop. 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌? —  dabihawks and satosugu. 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔? — jump in my dms and express interest, interact a few times through asks and go hey i like the energy would you maybe be interested in writing a ship ?? i do have the autism brain of all times so unless you outright say hello ven i wish to ship i’m not going to be clued in LMAO.

tagged by :  @minban <3

tagging :  @chipen, @gokunoban and @reallyrandomtj !

[puppypeter]

HELLO this is the normal!Roy/famous!Jamie anon and your response has literally made my brain worms with this au 10000 times more potent!!!

This au was actually a Trojan horse for my role-reversal sugar baby au!!!! There was a post going around hypothesizing the dynamic of a young new-money sub who seduces his older 9 to 5 Dom, basically switching up the usual sugar baby/daddy dynamic.

NOW PICTURE THIS: Jamie attempting to win his grumpy older beau's heart through increasingly extravagant gifts. Oh, your watch broke? I gotchu. Oh, you're worried about the dress code at the venue for our date? I got it covered babe, let's go bespoke suit shopping. Oh, youre having car trouble which is affecting your work? Here's a G-wagon. Just Jamie attempting to buy his way into Roy's affections because he's never actually had to TRY to woo someone, he's just had to say "Hi, I'm Jamie Tartt" and he was in. Now he's gotta charm the pants off this grumpy grandad who he has fallen head over heels for.

Roy is of course incredibly overwhelmed by the crazy expensive gifts from this needy brat who won't leave him the hell alone!! (He's also very flustered because he's never actually been spoiled like this before,,, he's soo used to being the provider that experiencing being cared for so explicitly is very new to him).

To clarify, Jamie would still be the bratty sub to Roy's exasperated Dom, but Jamie would just be happily showering his sexy older partner with gifts, because he deserves it!!

I loooove the idea of Jamie getting to dress up his sexy older Dom and show him off at things like the charity dinner (LOOOVED that idea!!). But you're right, the protectiveness of privacy would also be sooo interesting to explore with this pairing, especially the angst potential of the press becoming super invasive in Roy's life and that causing strain in their relationship.

Waaaahhhh your engagement has really motivated me,,, ❤️❤️ I may have to commit and write this now!!!

(EDIT: For anyone else curious here's the previous asks: part one and the one after part three)

I am so into this I pulled out my laptop to answer cause it became a big screen level ask ahah

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE LOVE that!!

Jamie would absolutely try to buy him stuff all the time and woo him with money and Roy is both mad (just cause I work in a diner it doesn't mean I need your money) and flustered (because someone is getting him flowers and a suit and nice stuff, but I think Jamie would also be fairly considerate in his gifts, not just random fancy stuff but also "you mentioned your knee was bothering you so I asked my physio and bought you this fancy knee brace/cream" or "I overheard you talking on the phoen to your sister about your niece's new obsession with painting and I saw this watercolour palette and thought I'd get it for her")

Also, cause I like suffering, I'd like to point out that Jamie Tartt (especially post-return to Richmond lonely Jamie Tartt) likes to buy people's love and affection with gifts (remember those PS5? What better thing to spend money on than love?) and I once replied to a post about how he's been doing that with James forever, by getting him tickets and probably that watch/rings etc, hoping if he buys him stuff maybe he'll be happy with him.

So I think there would be both him just thinking it's a good way to show love (and when they get closer / more open with each other he does admit he did not grow up rich at all which is why he gets Roy but he also wants him to experience this fancy ridiculous stuff with him) but also because he does hope/think Roy might stick around that way.

And I absolutely adore a bratty sub making their dom all flustered!! is there anything more delightful than cheeky flirty jamie and rosy cheeks roy??

I think the charity gala would also have a lot of potential for angst/hurt comfort because of what we know about Amsterdam. Like Jamie would buy him the suit and invite him and be very adamant that Roy come even if Roy doesn't want the attention and can't understand why Jamie keeps throwing things at him to convince him (I got you a fancy watch and a limousine and the fanciest champagne and flowers and a necklace and please please come with me) and he later admits he was super stressed about the auction thing. Everyone at the gala is intrigued by this mysterious dark haired older bearded man spending so much money on him (well jamie's own money but still). If I had to picture this as a film, I feel like when they walk out of the gala and are walking around Richmond at night that's the moment of most vulnerability, when Jamie finally opens up to Roy and is honest and sheds all the layers. Roy takes them back to the diner and opens it just for them and they sit there for hours talking about their lives and families and growing up, having cherry pie (don't tell my coach) and playing footsie under the table.

Re the privacy thing it perhaps post-gala post-night alone in the diner together, someone recognises roy or even worse approaches Roy while he's with Phoebe and it really pisses him off because he's super protective of her? Make it 100 times worse and make that person James/Denbo/Bug? Maybe they've followed Jamie or found out about Roy somehow and threaten him or Jamie doesn't show up to the diner a few times or starts being very on/off, cancelling last minute and Roy snaps that he thought he was dating a grown up and he doesn't have time for these stupid games. While actually Jamie was just trying to keep him and Phoebe at a distance to ensure his dad (or the press) wouldn't bother them, but then he finds himself in need of help and calls him or shows up to Roy's place/the diner having a lil breakdown (in the cutest way as we know)

God I won't be able to stop thinking about them now!!

[eemamminy-art]

Author Interview

Tagged by @allaganexarch!! 😊

Long post with many questions below the cut

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Somehow... I have 50?? Wild to me, but I suppose I have had the account for 10 years so maybe that's not so strange.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

142,785. I don't know if that's a lot or not, I tend to just write short oneshots because it's all I have patience for lol

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Anything that catches my interest really haha most of my fics at this point are FFXIV but.. so is most of my art, it's kind of had me in a chokehold for the last 6 years

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

(all of the following are explicit btw, be careful if clicking the links. Just mind warnings and tags thanks :3)

Licking Wounds - FFXIV (Estinien/Aymeric) - 247 kudos I want to chock this up to just the fact that I wrote it in 2018 when there was next to nothing in the ship tag lol. After I wrote it I started writing a lot lot lot more (in longform rp mostly and then moved onto fic) and I feel like everything else I've written afterward is so much better!! It kind of irks me when people have said it's their favorite estimeric fic of mine, because it is far and away my least favorite thing I've written for the ship.

Say my name - FFXIV (Estinien/Aymeric) - 204 kudos This was honestly like my attempt 2 at the story I wanted to convey in Licking Wounds, but it's 10000% better please read this one instead 😂 Both this one and the previous one are meant to be the inception of their relationship immediately following the Through Fire and Blood canon short story.

Sleepless Night - FFXIV (Estinien/Aymeric) - 185 kudos I sort of revisited the idea in this one later too (Chipped Porcelain), but I'm still not 100% satisfied with it so I may return to this idea in a third fic one day. I do like it for the fact that it's not set during Heavensward, which was a first for me at the time! I love stormblood and as little of a role as Aymeric and Estinien have in it, I really really liked the tiny mentions of them and wanted to expand on it. They have so few scenes in 4.0 and 5.0 that it leaves a lot of room open for exploration of their relationship at that time!!

Long distance - FFXIV (Estinien/Aymeric) - 151 kudos I don't think on a technical/creative level I enjoy this fic much since I wrote it really quickly without much editing, but I love it in the sense that it was one of the first things I wrote while coming out of this notion that post-HW Estinien and Aymeric are exes/do not like each other/have beef/etc. That's a popular fanon for them based on how they interact in 5.X and 6.0 especially but I can't stand it and it frankly makes me really sad! It clicked for me that they could just have a long distance relationship and that suddenly opened up my eyes to all the potential stories they could have outside of the context of pre-canon or 3.X.

Vigil - FFXIV (Estinien/Aymeric) - 130 kudos This one was kind of a sequel to Licking Wounds actually, or at least I made reference to it in there! Kind of me facing my old writing that I didn't like very much. I feel a little embarrassed rereading this one because it's really shmoopy but that's kind of my style when I create anything so I should probably just embrace that!

5. do you respond to comments?

I try but I feel so weird about it!! 😭 I probably should at least say "thank you" but it feels like not enough when someone sends me some long thoughtful comment, so then I end up letting them sit and be like.. damn I should reply to this... I really appreciate every comment I get, it's just that I am not very confident in my writing and struggle to accept praise for it I think.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No one ever said it would be this hard, I think is probably the angstiest one! I love angst but I love it in the sense that it amplifies the relief of having a happy ending follow it. This fic though I wrote during a really bad time in my life, and after I had felt kind of betrayed by a video game character who had been giving me some comfort back then 😂 I had lost my parents in 2013 and 2014 and found a great outlet for my grief in Fallout 4, particularly with Shaun and with Piper, and it felt like a gut punch that despite romancing her Piper was NOT on board with reuniting our little family lol. In hindsight uh no kidding she wasn't, but at the time I was like wow how could she do this to me!! 😭 So I wrote this little tiny ficlet on a fucking napkin on my break at work on Christmas Eve that year, since I was already sad anyway I thought, let's just wallow in this shall we? And then I transcribed it after I got home later.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I usually write happy endings so it's hard to decide. I think Benevolence probably stands out the most to me though, because it's a happy ending for Zenos which is something I crave every hour, every day, every week, since I played Endwalker 😂

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face, though I've come across some subtweets about my lesbian au stuff quite a few times. I did get a weird anon hate on ao3 the other day though that sounded like a high schooler wrote it 😂 I just turned off anon comments though because I don't need people wasting my time to tell me they didn't like something I wrote

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

On occasion.. <:') it's always really romantic though, I love stuff that really focuses on emotional bonds and senses and just the intimacy of it all. I do find that people tend to like my works better when I dip into more raunchy stuff, but it's really rare that I have any desire to write smut like that.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

So... okay idk if this counts, but my ex-gf and my ex-bestfriend and I had this LJ community where it was like a multi-universe rp but the rp was like, these random characters all writing on the same forum and being insufferable to one another 😂 it was so stupid but it was a lot of fun at the time!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, but I've had my art stolen quite a lot of times.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Or at least, it's been asked of me! I don't know if they did it in the end or not. I think it was for some of my estimeric fics? I was asked on twitter if it would be okay to translate it into chinese, since there is evidently a decent community for the ship with chinese fans!!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly, though my partner gives me a lot of ideas for things to write or draw, and I've been helping my friend brainstorm a lot for a series they are working on!

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

As if I could pick just one!! 😩 Well I think in recent years it's been obvious I adore Estinien/Aymeric, Fordola/Lyse, and Zenos/WoL (specifically meteor but other wols are also good sometimes, depends on the wol though). They all make me really happy.. I do a little finger touch and have a little giggle when I see them.. 🥺

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think if I were to finish it, I would go back and redo it entirely, but I had a wip that I'd just barely started about Aymeric meeting Thordan face to face for the first time. I don't really want to go into much detail beyond that, but I really loved the concept and have wanted to go back and work on it for years, but I think I built it up too much in my head about how perfect I wanted it to be. But maybe someday!!!!

16. what are your writing strengths?

Characterization and specifically internal monolog/descriptions from character POV.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Dialog, especially when it comes to the fantasy ye olde english type of dialog, too much repetition and too much simple language. Run on sentences, like uh all of this post lmao.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it would be cool!! I speak like the most simplest amount of a second language so I don't think I'd be able to do it for a long time unless I had a lot of help, but I like the concept of it! I wanted for a long time to draw a short original lesbian comic and put out versions in both english and polish, but at this point the idea I had for it is a little too simple and my inspiration for it is a little too dim, but maybe one day I will attempt it!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Probably either Inuyasha or Ranma 1/2, when I was like.. 12 or something 😂 If we're counting just what's on my ao3 though, my first fics were for Deus Ex (set somewhere between human revolution and the first game) though I have since orphaned them because I'm no longer comfortable with them.

20. favourite fic you've written?

I don't think I can narrow it down to just one!!

A port in a storm is without a doubt my favorite character study of Estinien pre-canon. It's in my lesbian au so it's not exactly how he would be, he's perhaps even more averse to other people in this universe, but it's I think a great example of his kind of frightened cat with their hackles raised demeanor. Plus it portrays really well the dynamic I love between Estinien and Aymeric, and also butch and femme identities.

Bewitched is another favorite, because it's another sort of character study but this time for Zenos. I really really liked the idea of Garleans being culturally conditioned to fear magic due to their inability to use it, and I liked exploring that in this fic, of making the warrior of light be terrifying and thus exceptional and noteworthy to Zenos, just for the fact that he's a healer.

Just Listen is probably the longest fic I've written both in terms of actual length and in terms of time I spent actively writing it. It was my way of working out my unhappiness with how the relationship between Aymeric and Estinien changed in canon while still trying to keep it relatively canon-compliant! It also was my way of showing just how complicated and messy they are, but unlike other fics I've read about the same sort of topic, I opted for love to triumph over all. If FFXIV has taught me anything, it's that even the worst and most hopeless of times and lowest of lows in relationships can still find happiness in the end with enough love and determination. 💛💛💛

Thanks for reading all this rambling if you did!!! I don't usually like to talk about or even acknowledge my fic so this was a good exercise in doing that. :3

Tagging: @4th-make-quail @notapaladin @salmonking @lesbxdyke @mariyekos @grahatini @randomsquirrel @sherribon @ladyramora and anyone who saw this and thought "hey, this looks like a lot of fun!" :3

[theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome]

My fill for my @guardianbingo prompt of 'spaceship'.

Look, give me a show with aliens and special powers and time travel and heartbreak and watch me make it relevant to Doctor Who. If there's one thing I can do, it's make everything about Who. I've thought way too much about this so I'm gonna make it everyone's problem. (behind a read more though because wow I ramble)

I hear spaceship and I think TARDIS, because it's been almost twenty years and I am not getting over DW ever at this point. So my brain decided hey what if Zhao Yunlan got thrown back in time in a more comfortable and stylish way? And thus this image came to mind.

But my mind is not one for shutting up, so while this came to be I had a lot of thoughts about if anyone in the show would pull off being the Doctor particularly well.

The obvious choice is of course Zhao Yunlan; canonically time travels, regeneration could be a sci-fi equivalent to reincarnation, general chaos gremlin vibes, likes sticking things in his mouth yes I'm imagining 13 eating soil rn, quick thinking and loves a puzzle. Kunlun could be his version of 'Doctor' and Zhao Yunlan his version of 'John Smith' when he tries to go undercover.

However, I then got to thinking about Shen Wei. His wardrobe is definitely a much better match for the Doctor but he's not so obviously chaotic. But he is an alien, he's at least 10000 years old, his Dixing power is learning which is perfect, he's literally a professor (like the Doctor) and enjoys teaching (twelve comes to mind), he's into science and has accumulated random detailed knowledge about other things (eg. Bears) whilst remaining somewhat awkward socially, doesn't necessarily entirely vibe with others of his kind, has lots of secrets and is not always very good at lying. Likes to suffer in silence and not fcking tell anyone. He may not be full of chaos like thirteen but he has the vibes of nine or twelve where there's something not entirely human about him.

Another thing I found very interesting though is the potential for Ye Zun to be the Master to Shen Wei's Doctor. Because I like pain. The relationship between them two in DW canon is fascinating, just imagine if they were actually siblings.* The intense 'I want to kill you' vs 'I want to be you' vs 'I want you to like me' desire that's constantly warring away inside the Master. The Master loves the Doctor but feels like they've been abandoned by them, is that not Ye Zun? The desire for power and mayhem but also maybe just wanting attention from a certain person.

Also, if Shen Wei is the Doctor then Zhao Yunlan gets to be the companion and depending which level of angst I can cope with on the day, I've decided on two options.

Novel vibes: Zhao Yunlan as Donna Noble, something happens during their travels together that results in Shen Wei having to remove all of Zhao Yunlan's memories of him and their adventures together and Shen Wei has to stay away and never return or run the risk of Zhao Yunlan's brain permanently breaking. An even more extreme version of Shen Wei having to stay away from Kunlun's reincarnations because there's no chance of Zhao Yunlan coming back in this world. I'm not being entirely evil though because the 60th anniversary clips we've seen imply there is hopefully a way to fix this problem so there could still be a happy ending!

Show vibes: instead of sacrificing his soul to a lantern how about Zhao Yunlan does a Rose and stares into the TARDIS and only almost dies. If there's a way to somehow combine this with Rose using the power to bring Jack back to life and accidentally making him immortal then ta da! a never dying Zhao Yunlan to go with Shen Wei the time lord! Winners all around!

Final point i promise:

The TARDIS is called the ghost monument at one point, is that not a fitting name for a ghost king's spaceship?

[kiyaar]

Re your locked-in-the-dungeon idea:

1. I love it, just reading the options hurt me *chef's kiss*

2. I'm genuinely curious: do you apply this level of without-hope-angst to all fandoms/ships/relationships that you like, or is stevetony a ship that inspires you especially this brand of actually-no-win-scenario?

Sincerely,

Someone who considered themselves a seasoned angst lover and then started to read your fic...and quicky understood that they were just scraping the surface.

Never change!! :))

I am so glad. this is from an actual WIP, but I'm away from my comp right now, so I'll post you a snip later. 2. yes. I think I've always been this way. I am always craving a more extreme emotional experience in my media than what is readily available. if I am seeking out fanworks, I am looking for the dark. I credit this tendency to a.) an authoritarian upbringing and b.) neurodevelopmental trauma. now, though, as an adult, I'm just a garden variety multiply disabled person trapped in a body of daily horrors, so I am literally always accumulating fucked up medical and physical experiences to put in my lil writing grist mill. I like to see it pressed into a meat form that's consumable. (you're reminding me that I talked about some of this, and darkfic more generally, on an episode of @podonthesuit.) I wrote this original novel length space opera as a kid. did it on appleworks at the library. and it was full of torture and betrayal and abuse. I was very proud. I then wrote (fannish) keelhauling fic when I was ten and I went to the library! and I researched it! and I was so happy. it just made my fucked up tender little heart light up. so. #bornthisway, I guess. there is, too, a reason I latched on to 616 stevetony like a cold-water leech sensing warm, pulsing blood. the angst potential is enormous, and compressed, and exists in equal measure with the emotional highs - love, trust, long friendship, earned ride-or-die moments - and that makes it hit 10000 times harder. you do not have to go very far to walk into the angst face first in comics. and I like to write canon-compliant fic, or AU but heavily-conversant-with-canon fic, so this is the natural place for me. so much raw material. an angst-monger's dream of a strip mine. free angst to anyone who will handle it gently and work with it. or lick it straight from the ground.

[ivomartins]

hii is Castiel worth the diamonds? i have a feeling him and Seo-yoon were more than just friends (the twin soul comment) so it feels weird for mc to romance her sisters ex. It seemed really intense between Castiel and Seo-yoon. But no one else seems as interesting as him lol. Also love your blog! ✨

hi b!!! thank you so much for your sweet words 🥹 glad to know my endless rambles have been entertaining for someone HAHA

so i definitely get why you got that vibe and honestly who knows what the truth is but i took all his diamonds scenes and the impression i got is that they were "twin souls" in the sense that he provided seo-yoon with an understanding that luna could not have given her no matter what - because she and luna were polar opposites but she and castiel were clearly very alike and had a lot in common and there's just a different level of closeness that comes with that that doesn't necessarily have to be romantic to exist between them you know?

also there was a scene where the rest of rk3 confront him and pretty much accuse him of playing with luna's feelings like he (allegedly) did with seo-yoon and he very adamantly stresses the fact that he and seo-yoon were just friends. so i honestly don't think we need to worry about that :) i think we're just led to suspect that and buy into the rumors and ✨suspense✨

my rambling aside tho HRKSJDKE i would say that castiel is 100% worth it like i can't stress enough how much i'm enjoying his route 😭 like the fact that he's had feelings for luna before the story even began??? and all the delicious hints that are still so satisfying to read because we know he likes her but it's never openly expressed??? SO good it makes me want to chew GLASS like i think that's way more interesting than the other routes where everyone gains feelings for luna overtime the more scenes that you take with them and it's all wholesome and lovey dovey but then you have so much angst between luna and castiel because of seo-yoon and it really sets their dynamic apart like !!!! i could go on for ages about how much i love him as a character and dig his route so YES 10000/10 rec

[yinwaryuri]

Okay hold on tight, I'm gonna try my best to limit myself while giving a proper list with brief summaries so you can see what interests you! I don't rank my shows so these are in no particular order.

Love in the Air

Especially recommended if you enjoyed KinnPorsche, and written by MAME (author of TharnThype). It's kinda split into two stories, Payu (or Phayu, honestly the spelling gets switched a lot and even I don't stick to one thing) and Rain, and Prapai and Sky. PayuRain are the most couple ever, that's just the best way I can put it. BossNoeul have incredible chemistry and set a fucking standard for making out. Sky and Prapai will make you cry. FortPeat handle some pretty intense material (tw SA survivor stuff) and do an incredible job with it. Also bisexuals with motorcycles and light mafia action.

Until We Meet Again

Reincarnated lovers who previously had a tragic end. This one is heavy on the emotions, the first 10 minutes took my fucking knees out. Has lot of themes of intergenerational trauma and how important having supportive parents can be. Pharm is so cute, I need to squish him! This is also where you get introduced to TeamWin, although them as a couple is featured fairly little here. Kob Songsit (Kinn's dad) and Na Naphat (Tawan) are also in this.

Between Us

It starts around the same time as UMWA, but from the perspective of TeamWin. They have their own angst issues and family traumas that make them messy, and there's a lot more development of the side characters that were featured in the first series as well. I especially enjoy the sideplot for gamers WanTul, lol, I wish they could get their own series too! I do recommend watching UMWA first if you don't want to be confused about a few scenes in this one.

Not Me

Do you like gays? Do you like social activism? Do you like batshit plots that put you on your fuckin knees for the whole ride? Have we got a show for you. I don't know how to summarize this one without immediately feeling insane, I love this show with all my goddamn heart. Twins Black and White get separated because they have a connection where they can feel the same things when they're close, and it has proven dangerous. Black gets put in a coma and White takes on his identity and joins an anarchist gang to find who hurt his brother. Not everything is what he thinks, though. Also this show inspired my first tattoo because Yok is my favorite boy forever and ever amen.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Japanese BL? Older queers? Office romance? Age gap? A confession scene that meets Jane Austen level standards of desperation? Togawa and Nozue are something else man. They make it a game to pretend to do what young women do as an "anti-aging" technique, but really it's Togawa's scheme to hopefully catch the eye of his boss. Incredible, no notes except maybe I'd like to have a Thai remake? Please?

Semantic Error

A fantastic Korean BL. Rivals to lovers and 10000% ADHD4autism. Jang Jaeyoung is prevented from graduating by Chu Sangwoo and makes it his personal mission to get under his skin. And well....it works lol. They're both the most characters, I adore them and their chaotic stumbles into romance. Bonus Choi Yoona bisexual goddess side character, we love her.

I Told Sunset About You/I Promised You The Moon

Not only an iconic BL series that strives for telling an incredibly realistic story (no goofy sound effects or gags here), but the cinematography is absolutely gorgeous. Also the messiest bisexual awakening known to man. Oh my god. So much crying. Sooooo much angst. It's okay if you throw shit over this one, it's worth it, I promise. Tee and Oh go through pretty much everything that could make weaker couples hate the other person and that's what makes them top tier.

Enchanté

Childhood friends to lovers in the silliest, goofiest sense imaginable. Theo returns from living in France and his old friend Akk helps him with culture shock and getting comfortable at the university. One day Theo finds a message written back to him in a library book and while seeking out the writer, multiple guys claim to be them. Akk offers to help him figure out which of the guys are lying. I actually say that to properly appreciate this show you have to watch it twice. There's lots of cute references to Le petit prince and personally still my fave ForceBook show so far.

Vice Versa

They kinda mixed soulmate AUs and alternate universe AUs into one here, which is both neat and very funny. Basically, if you and someone in a parallel universe die at the same time, you swap bodies. Talay and Puen are two guys who have landed in this new world and are seeking a way back home. This show flaunts its colors (Talay is a film colorist) and takes advantage of every cute cafe in Bangkok. Plus, they had fun putting references to other shows and giving actors nice little cameos here and there.

The Eclipse

A school very much bent on teaching and keeping traditional values gets rocked when a group of queer activists arises to protest its policies. Akk is the head prefect, in charge of keeping students in line. Ayan challenges him. All of these things bring to surface the desires and pains several people try to hide, and it threatens to crack under the weight of a curse that has come back to haunt them. So, yeah, keep your tissues handy. First and Khaotung act their asses off and I might actually cry just staring too long at that gif.

A Tale of 1000 Stars

THE SLOW BURN IS REAL. Also this story is just fucking incredible. Tian, the son of a rich family, undergoes an emergency heart transplant. To deal with survivor's guilt, he discovers his donor was a volunteer teacher up in the northern border and goes there to volunteer himself. He learns to live in the wilderness under the care of Chief Phupha and both push each other's limits. Hope you bought a double pack of tissues.

My School President

High School Musical: Actually Gay Edition. Tinn pining for Gun has turned into plotting to win him over now that he's class president and will do anything to keep the music club thriving. This show is so sweet you'll get several cavities and a LOT of earworms because the soundtrack is just fun and enjoyable. We don't groan over the amount of boys singing with guitars in this one.

Moonlight Chicken

Okay, have you watched those last three BLs I just mentioned? Do you wanna see those same pairs plus Mark Pakin all in one show? Do you want an incredibly deep, hearfelt look into poverty and culture and identity and heartbreak and new beginnings? This is one that could burrow straight into your chest if that's what you're into. It's such a profound work and, on top of that, stunningly gorgeous.

(Honorable mention to other parts of the Midnight Series: Dirty Laundry and Midnight Motel. They are not BLs but feature several directors and actors from shows previously mentioned and are fun as hell to watch.)

Bed Friend

(They did the PayuRain thing!!!) Speaking of another acting pair who really don't hold back, Net and James are both phenomenal. TW for domestic abuse, and several SA attempts - poor Uea is traumatized to hell and back. He and his coworker King decide after a one night stand to be exclusive fuck buddies, and ngl it's HOT. We get catboy kinks in this one! Also all the shitheads get owned, it's really nice to watch.

The Warp Effect

Alright, it's not a BL, technically, but my GOD is it queer. Don't believe me? Here's a list that I made of not even all the reasons why this show is so queer. It addresses so much about sex ed, relationships, consent, kink, body shaming, and even features the lovely Silvy Pavida as a non-binary character. Jojo Tichakorn does not stutter.

I have to stop myself here because I've already spent about 3 hours making this list, but I am happy to share so many more!

Here to make BL suggestions, but idk what you've seen outside KinnPorsche so I don't want to rec any repeats 😅

- @vegasandhishedgehog

hiii, yes i watched tharntype, the together series and a bit of bad buddy. anythimg other than these!!

thankksss<3

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Hi. Can I request a Crow x young wolf. where he finds out about his past. Like he's shown the past (if that makes sense) He finds out uldren sov shot Cayde and that young wolf was there for Cayde's final moments and he sees how hurt Young wolf was. (It's ok if you don't want to). Hope you have a great day/night.

hello anon :) thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy this prompt fill. I decided to take recent developments into consideration and give this fic a different POV + angst.. I hope you like this! and hope you have a nice day as well! :)

Patience has always paid itself off, as the Witch Queen has learnt in her long game. She has reaped its rewards a thousand times over, and even from within her self-inflicted prison, she is bestowed a reward upon as it marches towards her willingly.

Crow.

Savathun watches him approach, shoulders spread wide, yet fear in his glowing eyes. His companion, the ever meddling wordless Guardian, does not interfere, stands aside in a restful manner, with tingles of Light and Darkness at their beck and call. How sweet it is of them to accompany Crow on the journey of this self-discovery!

Crow pleads and bargains, he asks for a favour. He wishes to see what the bearer of his face had done to earn such loathing, and that is a favour he requests of Savathun, well aware that there may be consequences.

She smiles. She does love a good favour.

"Open up, little bird. Everything you need to know is within your arm's reach."

And she fills his mind with images, with voices. Given raw and unchanged, and it is enough to cause chaos in that little brave soul.

He watches, tearful, as he holds a gun with a worn out ace of spades on it, one that now hangs in the Guardian's holster. He watches himself leave, a smirk on his lips and cruelty in his eyes. He watches the Guardian and Petra Venj cry over a broken Exo body, with a glimmer of tainted gold and blue all over its destroyed frame. A tiny scatter of metal lies beside it, that one of a Ghost, shattered into pieces, lightless, asunder.

Petra is quietly mourning, and the Guardian swears revenge through thick tears.

The memories are a blur; the murders, the sweeps of killing throughout the Reef, the bloodied hands and sense of justice like never before. Tainted Ether between his fingers and blackness coating his eyes until all he can see is his dear sister's face. Poisonous loyalty, clutching at his very core.

But it is not all, there is more. The Guardian's face in front of his, above him, and that very same gun shooting a final bullet. The unforgettable scream of the hand cannon.

Savathun watches calmly, filling her need for knowing, what will the little bird do now?

"Enough," he cries out, stumbling backwards, holding onto his forehead. Savathun withdraws the memories, away and for safekeeping. She watches with curious eyes as the Guardian rushes to hold Crow. He cries loudly, desperately, and the Guardian comforts him best as they can while their eyes never do leave Savathun's prison.

Crow whispers and cries apologies, much to the Guardian's gentle rejection to accept them, for they were not for Crow to give. How kind, how generous!

The Guardian asks of Savathun, what did you show him?

"Nothing that you weren't willing to tell yourself," she replies, a smile in her voice. The Guardian replies not.

[storybook-souls]

ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[omgkatsudonplease]

okay but like, my brain's been rewriting chunks of this movie on the drive home so, in no particular order:

(spoilers, obvs)

really love the additional details and development of ariel and eric's motivations. ariel as a lover of the land and eric as a lover of the sea and both of them as collectors? excellent.

that being said, the tensions between the land and the sea seem too low-stakes. it wasn't clear whether the humans actually believed that the merpeople existed? because sometimes it was like "no that's bullshit" and sometimes it was like "OH NO WE'RE LOSING SHIPS IT'S BECAUSE OF THE SEA SPIRITS". and then suddenly at the end everyone was just... chill? with an entire flock of merfolk just showing up out of nowhere? didn't feel as momentous as it should've been given the establishment of that animosity at the start. that being said, really like the backstory of ariel's mum getting killed by humans and that's why triton was like NOPE HUMANS BAD.

like really, if i were in that kingdom and suddenly the tales are true and we're literally living next door to THEE sea king and his daughter is marrying our prince, that would be a big deal, right? navigation treaties? trading routes? less shipwrecks wrecking the coral reefs? they touched on some of these things in a really surface level, generic way, and i wish it'd been incorporated more fully into the story i guess? idk the world didn't feel super lived-in, i guess, and none of the royals, in the ocean or on land, really felt like royals outside of the aesthetics and the princely angst.

...disappointed with no opening undersea song or any real celebration of the coral moon. like it had the vibes of a corporate retreat, not a family reunion. the sisters didn't feel like sisters. also triton was more sad than angry... i think some of it is because his rage episodes in the og movie might be misinterpreted as child abuse? but if they're gonna go for cold angry triton, then they should lean into that more?? idk that felt like a misuse of javier bardem. why was he acting so wooden.

ursula should've been saying more shit during the kaiju ursula scenes. she was so good and dynamic in her normal self but then just lost all of her sass when she got enormous-sized.

ariel and eric should've driven the ship together. i get that the reversal is fun and #girlboss of ariel, but that whole convo after about eric helping take down the sea witch would've felt more earned if eric had actually been there.

flotsam and jetsam should've had lines; i didn't buy ursula's "my babies" line when they got killed because there just wasn't the camaraderie

that being said the kiss the girl scene was PERFECT 10000/10 no notes

vanessa was also fantastic and like lowkey, i really do like that she's white and ariel's black because it's got the vibe of "the prince has to be with a white girl!!1111!!!" thing that gets people mad about black princesses. don't think that was the intended subtext but it is a reading that makes me go "oh snap!" so.

grimsby shipper on deck is excellent actually.

basically all the ariel-eric stuff was perfect (except the bit where wild uncharted waters SHOULD HAVE BEEN A DUET I MEAN LISTEN TO THIS. LISTEN TO THIS AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T WANT HALLE BAILEY CONTRIBUTING TO THE SONG LIKE THAT) but like... to the detriment of the non-cgi animal cast? like they all felt like cardboard window dressing around ariel and eric's love story and it just made ariel and eric's happy ending feel a bit... too low-stakes. i wouldn't say it's unearned, but again... you'd think the local prince of the island kingdom marrying the literal daughter of the sea king would have more impact on this world than just the two of them wanting to sail off to uncharted waters and everyone else just waving goodbye?? like at the very least the humans have to adjust to the existence of merpeople, right? like there was this thing where eric was like "oh i hope the port will become busy again" and then that... entire thing didn't get followed up on. and it should have, because like... ariel marrying eric could've meant triton ensuring fair winds for trade to bring more people to the island etc etc!!!

anyway that's why i think the worldbuilding of live action little mermaid sucked but the love story was great and halle bailey was so incredibly wonderful and charming!

oh also the chef getting cut was such a bummer :/

wild uncharted waters should’ve been a duet between ariel and eric. layer on more of ariel’s singing and make it an actual counterpoint to the chorus or something

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jal;dsfja just finished the plot outline for Homesong and aj;dlfkajsdf y’all I’m so sorry in advance

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Delicate Edges (8)

series summary: Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, it is only in moments when Bucky walks into your flower shop that you forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU) pairing: Bucky x reader chapter word count: 8.7k chapter warnings: smut (18+), vague sexual harassment, violent/threatening acts, physical assault (choking), protective!bucky x 10000, a fairly wide range of angst to fluff in this chapter folks

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The peonies were being stubborn. No matter which way you placed the stems inside the vase, they shifted into a heap to the right of the mouth as if gravity had suddenly changed its mind on where to tug. You frowned, trying to adjust the flowers again. This time, they stayed only a few seconds longer before they slowly crawled back to the right side of the vase. You groaned and slumped back into your chair.

Outside, rain was falling in heavy heaps from the sky. Dark clouds looming over the distance, thunder rumbling in quiet echoes. Business would be slow today because of it, sacrificing one of your remaining three days before Hydra would walk through the back door of your shop and claim the money you owed.

Your mind drifted to Bucky; the picture of a reluctant frown on his lips as he’d attempted to walk you home the night before. Brow furrowed in deep lines along his forehead, his hand gripped tightly in yours; fruitless bargains to ask to you stay with him grown quiet on his tongue. You could tell how badly he wished he could throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his apartment where he could be certain you were safe from the Hydra club. His hands had trembled with restraint with every step closer to the border.

But you couldn’t leave the shop behind, couldn’t abandon the last thread you held to your parents. Bucky understood on some level, but it didn’t touch the worry laced into his features. He had wanted to post someone from the club outside your doors as a precaution, but you shut the idea down quickly. You didn’t want to risk anyone else getting caught on the west side for you.

The red X had passed under your shoes and Bucky did not release your hand as if he were content to walk plainly in enemy lines only to see you safe in your apartment with his own eyes. You had to abruptly place a hand on Bucky’s chest to still his steps.

“Go home, Bucky. I’ve got it from here.”

The flabbergasted look upon his face had made you laugh, even with tear stains still fresh upon your skin. With one hand, he covered your own upon his chest, with the other, he gestured to the dark overhand of the starlit sky. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Even more so if you’re caught with me,” you retorted, rather cleverly because Bucky’s argument died in an instant. It would be one thing if you ran into trouble on your own, another for Hydra to catch you on the arm of Bucky Barnes past the border. He knew it, too.

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, reluctantly releasing your hand from his chest. He swallowed, kicking his feet on the sidewalk. “Will you at least stay on the phone with me until you get home? Appease me, honey. Please.”

You pulled out your phone, quickly dialing his number as you stood inches away and brought the phone to your ear. His own began to ring and he mirrored your movements, though he didn’t look any more content about it.

“I’m okay, Bucky,” you told him again because he needed to hear it. Even with the echo through the speaker, it wasn’t enough to sway the anxiety tugging heavy on his stomach. But he leaned into you and gently brushed his lips over yours – chaste, lingering, sweet despite the rush of panic in his veins. The first kiss you’d shared since the lilacs. It felt like eons ago.

Quicker than you were ready for, and perhaps in an effort to restraint his own instincts to draw you into his arms and not let go, he pulled away and gave you a short nod.

You had felt his gaze as it followed you along the sidewalk until you disappeared over the hill – the gentle, warm touch of his lips still lingering against your mouth. You knew it had taken every ounce of resistance in his body to plant his feet and watch you walk away, but you were grateful for his trust. Even if you were being stubborn and a little foolish, Bucky proved he would respect your needs, even when he disagreed. A loyalty like that was hard to find.

You’d promised him through the phone as you locked the doors behind you that he had no reason to worry, even if it was a lie. Bargaining with the Hydra club was a dangerous game – one your father had learned the hard way. You wouldn’t make the same mistake. You’d pay your dues. You’d hold your breath and wait for them to leave, because they always did.

It was only ever about fear, you reminded yourself. Power and control. They wouldn’t harm you as long as you were a source of revenue. They only meant to scare you. And still – you worried for the day they pushed the boundary a little further, for the day when they decided your fear wasn’t enough.

You still had three days. Three days to make up the difference in your payment. Three days to convince Bucky not to start a war with the Hydra club because of it.

His voice still lingered in your mind as you returned to the peonies, stuffing a few more fillers into the vase of baby's breath and waxflower.

This impossible man – believed to be a monster by the town he gave over pieces of his soul to protect. He had lulled you to sleep with stories of the 107, a laughter on his breath and yawn in his chest. Sweet and beautiful, in such contract to the wicked rumors on the streets.

You were grateful to see behind the curtain – to know him as he was. So few did.

Then, your phone buzzed on the counter and you nearly mistook it for the rolling thunder hanging outside your windows.

Hey doll, the message read. Just checking in.

It was the compromise you’d made with Bucky before you left. If you wouldn’t allow him to post guards outside your shop or let him handcuff himself to you to ensure you’d never face Rumlow alone again, he only asked that you sent him a quick text every now and then. Prove his anxieties wrong.

You smiled at the message.

I’m fine, Buck. A little bored though.

His next text came before you set the phone on the counter.

Need any help with the arrangements?

You laughed; lip drawn between your teeth as you stared down at the screen. Your heart ached a little when you thought of the bouquet he’d made for you – the mess of disorienting colors and various flowers that did not belong together. The same arrangement you’d thrown in the trash when you'd been convinced of the rumors surrounding the 107. It had been wilted by then but you were holding onto it by a thread – clinging to the nervous smile upon his face and that little glimpse of pride when you’d told him how well he’d done. You wished you had preserved the flowers the way Bucky had the single carnation hung up in the bar – a perfect memory, untouched.

The bell chimed at the front of the store and you quickly set the phone back in the drawer.

The shop had been empty all morning, so the bell came as a welcomed blessing; music to your ears in time with the tambourine of a Fleetwood Mac song over the radio. The usual anxiety drained from its home in your chest as you felt the gentle tug of butterflies in your stomach. Bucky’s doing, you realized. It gave you the excitement back in your veins, the love of the flowers and the shop your parents had left to you in their passing.

You’d accept nothing less than a premier order of your best bouquets. This customer wouldn’t know what hit them. You turned your eager smile to the door, ready to charm the hell out of your first customer of the day.

It was as if you'd sprinted headfirst into a brick wall; your bones splintering, air ripped violently from your lungs.

Your smile sank as a cold dread iced goosebumps along your skin. Frozen, as if you could see your own breath inside the warmth of the shop. Stone, as if any movement at all would give way to the predator inching through the doorway.

You saw his jet-black hair first. Then, the craters of scars along the side of his face as his lips drew up into a thin, sinister grin. If it were possible for the broken tiles to open up and swallow you whole, you would have dropped several stories into the dirt and grime – suffocated with the worms and bones. It would have been a comfort in comparison.

Brock Rumlow stood in the doorway to your shop, hands tucked tight into the pockets of his leather jacket; his frame stoic under the pale lighting – a vision of a cold, cunning demon lingering in the shadows. Behind him, Jack Rollins shook off excess rain onto the floor, drawing puddles of mud into the store under his boots.

“Hello, darling.” Rumlow kept his stare on you as he slowly unplugged the neon ‘open’ sign, the bright light flickering to the dull, colorless hue. The music stopped playing overhead as if it too knew of the monster slipping through the shadows. “Did you miss me?”

You flinched as he locked the door behind him, the sound of the latch echoing into the too quiet space. The slight twitch of a grin pressed against his left cheek – amusement in your fear of him. Your hands barreled into a first, the absence of a certain keychain in your grip leaving you feeling empty, defenseless.

“I still have three days,” you managed to say.

Silence followed for only a second before Rollins released a full, heavy laugh. His hand clutching over his stomach.

“Hear that, boss?” he sneered. “Says she got three days!”

Rumlow rolled his eyes, brushing past Rollins dismissively. “I’m not here for the money.”

The wet imprint of muddied boots tracked into the shop, leaving a trail over the white tile floors. Rumlow trailed his gaze over the rows of flowers. It did not carry the same look of admiration and gentle awe you often saw in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you work, as he stared at the beautiful bouquets and asked you questions about the flowers with such open sincerity it made your heart flutter.

No – Rumlow’s gaze was made of arrogance and disgust. He saw no beauty within the delicacy of the quiet, lovely colors. They were too fragile. Too feminine. They seemed to mock the darkness etched into his clothing. Taunted the shadows clinging to his every step. Sneered at the shriveled hole inside his chest.

Slowly, Rumlow dragged a finger along a vase by the door, tracing the mouth as if urging the glass to sing. An unsettling cold within his hazel gaze met yours, a smirk upon his mouth, as he hooked his fingertip into the lip of the vase and tugged.

Slow motion as it fell, slipping through the air. The glass shattered against the tile – purple ceramic fractured into pieces by his feet, the water and dirt spilt between the cracks, flowers tossed to the ground in a heap. You bit down on your tongue, wincing as copper spilled into your mouth. The weight of your father’s gold watch on your arm was suddenly heavy enough to drag you down under pavement, sink into the dirt itself.

He shared an unsettling look with Rollins.

You tried not to react as Rollins knocked over an arrangement along the windowsill, kicking at the stems and stomping his boot onto the broken flowers – glass cutting into the fragile petals. It was no use. You felt each broken shard of the vases as if they had cut through your own chest. You turned away from his destruction, focusing your stare instead on Rumlow.

“What do you want?” you said, surprised by the strength in your own voice. Beyond the windows, thunder was screaming over the hills. Shadows cast over the sidewalk. The backdrop to many of your nightmares.

Rumlow raised a brow at you, intrigued by your demand. He studied you for a moment longer, allowing the splatter of rain against the windowpanes to fill the shop and accompany the growing tension in the air. He thrived on it – prolonged it just to watch you squirm. You’d never spoken to him like that before, with such clarity and force. His tongue jetted out across his bottom lip, his stare slipping slowly to your feet before it trailed up again. Lingering over the lines of your body.

“I wanted to be sure my investment was still mine.”

You swallowed what tasted like bile as Rumlow knocked over an entire table – hundreds of dollars' worth of flowers and vases crashing to the floor. Ceramic and glass shattering upon impact. You recoiled despite your efforts, your fear splintering through the cracks of your armor. Rumlow noticed – his wicked grin growing just a little higher as he squashed hydrangeas under his boot.

“I’ll have the money,” you pressed, your hands weak from their grip. Burning. Aching. The slightest pinch of pain as bloodied fingernails scraped against your palms. “I swear, on Tuesday, I’ll--”

Rumlow picked up a vase and with a vicious grunt, chucked it across the room with all of his force. It shattered against the wall, crashing like the strike of thunder hanging over the town.

"DIDN’T I FUCKING TELL YOU THIS WASN’T ABOUT THE MONEY?!”

Tears blinked in your eyes as you nodded, gaze fixated on the floor. You could vaguely watch as Rumlow brush his hands down his leather jacket, rolling out his shoulders. He exhaled a steady breath as if he hadn’t allowed the monster to rush to the surface just seconds earlier.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice calm, deadly.

Slowly, you dragged your eyes in his direction but you could not bear to see his face. Instead, you stared beyond him to the windows outside, blurring his figure within your vision though he did not seem to notice. He licked his lips.

“I heard a rumor you’ve been whoring yourself out to the 107,” Rumlow spat, the very mention of the biker club in the east like poison against his tongue. “Don’t want you thinking you can pull one over on me by getting into bed with those pricks. Those bastards can fuck you all they want, but you belong to me, you understand? Your debt is owed to me.”

You held your breath, keeping your focus steady on the rapid fall of rain outside the windows – watching the puddles splash under the impact, the heavy droplets falling like craters into the water.

With your mind on the rain, you could not feel the agonizing drop in your stomach or the terrible race of your own heart at the mention of the 107. You couldn’t feel your seams being torn apart one by one, ripped through the tension until you split in half. The sound of the rain against the windows was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you steady.

“I said,” Rumlow growled as he bounded across the room, his hand darting out and clamping tight around your neck. “Do you understand?”

You nodded frantically as his nails dug into your skin, talons in place of fingers. You didn’t dare to claw at his hand – didn't dare to fight back – because you knew it would only edge him on, would only urge him to close his grip just a little tighter. He’d smirk as the life left your eyes just to spite the ounce of strength you had mustered.

Rumlow leaned forward, brushing his nose against a tear as it slipped over your cheek – reveling in the evidence of fear rippling through your body. He squeezed just a little harder, enough to let you know that he could cut off your air supply without any effort at all, enough to make you fear for your life, and only then did he release his grip. Gasping for air, you fell to a heap on the floor; fell – just as helpless, as broken as the flowers littering the floor of your shop.

It was entirely possible Rumlow was still speaking – maybe giving orders to Rollins – but you couldn’t hear it. The rainfall had consumed you entirely; like a blanket draped over your trembling shoulders, shielding from the destruction around you.

You didn’t move an inch as Rollins barreled his way through the shop – laying waste to the room you’d once run around in infant sandals, where your parents had danced amongst the daisies under the moonlit spotlight, where you’d made crowns of discarded flowers, where you found your joy and peace and contentment, where you grew to trust a man who had begged to spare you from this very fear.

Every vase broken upon the floor was muffled by the deafening storm in your ears. Every stomp of muddied boots as he dragged the flowers under his heel, unheard. Laughter echoed into the shop – wicked and evil and you did not hear it at all.

Memories tarnished under the violence of broken shards and crumpled petals.

Lilies that Bucky had picked up from the ground on his first stroll into your shop, presenting to you with a blush in his cheeks as if he’d handpicked it from the garden himself – tossed to the rainwater and mud, soaked with dirt and broken under boots.

Delphiniums as blue as his eyes, the same flowers your mother had planted outside the shop and the ones Bucky had purchased for the Centenarian – destroyed in crumbled heaps.

Everywhere you looked – fractured images followed; the sweetness of their memory dirtied by the hands of violent men.

“You’ll be smart to remember exactly who you belong to,” Rumlow sneered over his shoulder, his voice thick with venom as glass crunched under his boots. “I’ll do a hell of a lot worse to you than we did this shop if you defy me.”

Jack Rollins laughed under his breath; taunting you, daring you to push him over the edge and grant him the opportunity to follow through on the threat of his unwanted hands.

Then, they were gone. The front door was left open – the rush of wind and rain sweeping in through the shop.

Hours could have passed as you waited on the titles, laid amongst the broken ceramic and crumpled flowers after they left, clinging to your knees. Days could have passed and it would not have allowed the panic to rinse clean of your skin or the fear to release its claws around your heart.

In the windows, Rumlow and Rollins’ faces appeared in violent, ghosted flashes before the strike of lightening illuminating the street carried them away. A frantic memory.

Lightning struck. Thunder boomed.

You barely flinched at the sound – too lost in the numbing echo of the rain.

Slowly, your shaking hands fumbled for your phone.

***

Bucky was digging his way through the paperwork in the back office when Nat found him. The Centenarian was only profitable enough to keep itself afloat and put some pocket money in the 107’s hands, but he was certain there had to be something. He’d find a way to help you pay off the debt and crawl out from the noose Hydra had rung around your neck. He had to.

There had to be some spare funds around the bar somewhere. Maybe he could cut costs by dropping that awful craft beer from tap that Tony insisted on. He could sell some of the tables and chairs that rarely were used. Could even consider putting the jukebox up online. It would fetch a good price but the 107 might turn on him completely for the mere suggestion.

He could sell his bike.

The thought crossed his mind with little hesitation and he paid no mind to the tight twist of pain and grief in his chest. It was nothing in comparison to the memory of the tears lining your face as he held you in his arms on the floor of this office the night before. You’d resigned to this fate – to the knowledge that the Hydra club would always hold the keys to the shackles upon your ankles. You didn’t believe there was any hope of seeing the other side of this. You couldn’t. It was a defense mechanism. It was how you dealt with it and survived.

Bucky’s heart clenched at the thought – of the image of you standing so bravely in the face of men like Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins. It made him sick to think of you laid bare at their feet, submitting to the mistakes your father had made and chained to his debt. Nausea coiled in his stomach for the weeks you’d kept this burden from him, for the time he could have helped – even if all he could do was hold your hand.

Bucky tossed a stack of papers to the ground with a grunt. They fluttered up into the air before they settled across the office floor. There had to be something.

“Bucky,” Natasha called slowly from behind him, an unfamiliar concern etched into her voice that made Bucky drop the files in his hands. He looked up at her and right away noticed the tight clench of her jaw, the way her eyes flickered away; not to the ground, not to his feet, but to avoid the tension of his gaze on her. His stomach dropped.

“What is it?”

Natasha rarely wore her heart upon her sleeve. She had an impeccable ability to smother her emotion deep inside her chest where it burned and consumed all on its own – without a trace of the evidence filtering to the surface. So, when she met Bucky’s eye again, he knew something was wrong. He knew before she handed him the phone and he heard your voice break on the other end of the line.

***

Bucky was blinded by red the entire sprint to your shop; soaked from the rain down to his bones, his pulse thumping louder than the thunder crackling overhead. The moment he’d held the phone to his ear, heard the quiet whimper in your voice and the break of a sob, he’d started running. Slammed right into the office door and splintered the hinges, barreling through the bar. He’d shouting at Sam and Nat to stay behind when they chased after him, but they conveniently ignored his orders.

Through desperate sobs you had pleaded with him not to come – to not risk running into Rumlow and Rollins when they’d only just left – but Bucky didn’t care. Screw the damn border. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would sit idly by while his girl cried over the phone, huddled in aftermath of what Hydra had done to your shop. He knew it was retaliation for your connection to him. He knew this was his fault for getting involved with you in the first place and with every sniffle he heard through the speaker, guilt twisted like a knife to his gut.

If only he’d stayed away that first morning. If only he hadn’t convinced himself it was harmless to check on the pretty flower shop owner on the west side. If only he had the decent sense to not drag you into his shit. But somewhere, deep down, he knew that Rumlow would have found a way to do this to you anyway. He would have terrorized you and broken you down even beyond your relationship to Bucky. It was what he did.

He shouldered his way through the front door and stepped onto the hard crunch of broken glass. He didn’t allow the noise to startle him, to give him pause. He couldn’t.

“Y/n!” Bucky shouted, breaths panting in his chest as he frantically looked around the shop. It was as if bomb had been set off inside, not a single table or vase left untouched. All of it – shattered to the ground, flowers laid in broken heaps upon mud-soaked floors. The lights were turned off, with only the dim cast of the cloud covered storm providing light inside.

“Where are you, sweetheart?” Bucky tried again, willing his voice softer than the rage boiling inside him. He looked to the table of lilies you’d made just days earlier – the painstaking care you took with every flower. They were scattered onto the tile, stomped under the heel of a heavy boot coated in mud. The petals were too fragile to withstand such violence.

Carefully, he stepped over the broken flowers, unwilling to do them any more damage. It was only after he crossed to the back stretch of the shop that he found you on the floor, back pressed tightly against the countertop, arms wrapped around your knees. Your phone was gripped so tightly in your hand, your arm was trembling – his name still lit upon the screen.

He reached out to touch you and the moment his fingertips grazed against your skin, you flinched; the movement so violent, so panicked, that you physically recoiled away from him, breath hitched in your lungs. Bucky held his hands in the air defensively, holding them up for you to see, and slowly, you turned to look at him.

When the realization settled and the hot flush of tears pressed down the sides of your face, the first thing to break on the wavering ache of your voice was an apology.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, your entire body trembling. “I--I shouldn’t have called you. I'm sorry—”

Bucky’s stomach lurched and he quickly drew you into his arms. The phone slipped from your hand, dropping to the floor. Blood was crusted in your palms from where your nails had dug into the skin. Faint marks discolored along your neck. It was an effort to not allow his rage to consume him entirely.

“It’s not your fault, honey,” Bucky murmured against your hair, his hands sliding along your spine and wrapping tight at the middle of your waist. He couldn’t get close enough – couldn't feel you enough to know you were safe. He eased you off the floor, holding your weight against him, even as you trembled in his hold. “I’ve got you. I’m here, sweetheart. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

He pressed his lips to your temples, his heart only easing as he felt you begin to relax in his arms. Your breathing began to slow, your rapid pulse soothing the longer he held you. You melted against him.

“You weren’t supposed to come. It’s not safe for you here,” you murmured against Bucky’s neck, unwilling to let go of your grip around his shoulders. He didn’t mind, not as he breathed in the floral scent in your hair, not as he could feel every beat of your heart against his chest. Your gentle exhales were warm against his skin. Proof that you were alive and safe in his arms.

He knew you meant it, that you hadn’t intended he cross the border for you. You were scared and desperate and you’d only wanted to hear his voice, to remind you that you would be all right. It was what you told him on the phone when he answered. You could handle it, you’d said to him. You were strong enough to handle it even through your tears, through your painful gasps for air.

Your insistence broke his heart. You didn’t have to carry this on your own, didn’t have to prove to him or anyone else that you were strong enough to handle the violence and the trauma that no one should ever have to endure. You didn’t need to prove a damn thing to him. He knew you were strong. He already knew.

“I’ll always come for you,” Bucky said quietly, his lips pressed to your cheek. “Always.”

He tried to draw his eyes away from the marks on your neck, the very clear imprint of a hand that had grabbed you. His hands shook with the effort.

Glass crunched under a boot by the door and you winced, startled to find Sam and Natasha standing quietly at the edge of the shop. Natasha wore a tight line over her lips; Sam, an awkward wave. You gaze shot back to Bucky, wide eyed and, if he was mistaken, perhaps a little angry.

“I couldn’t have stopped them if I tried,” Bucky explained, “and I tried.”

You sighed, still holding into Bucky’s arm as you turned to them. “I'm sorry, I—I didn't want any of you caught in this mess.”

“You’re one of us now, kid,” Sam replied with a simple shrug. He picked up a handful of flowers from the ground, frowning at the bent and broken stems. “You don’t got much of choice now. We’re here. We're involved. Don’t try to get rid of us ‘cause it won’t work.”

He winked at you and for once, Bucky was grateful for Sam’s annoying habit of lightening even the darkest of moments. He shared a short glance with Bucky, one that spoke more words than either of them could voice aloud – a quiet understanding, a bond beyond blood. The acknowledgement that he would follow Bucky into the west at a moment’s notice. No hesitation.

“But, I—” You shook your head, gripping a handful of Bucky’s wet shirt. “You barely know me. I don’t deserve—”

“Hush.” Natasha stepped forward, setting her hand gently upon your shoulder. “You don’t have to face this alone, Y/n. That’s how the whole family thing works.”

The disbelief was evident on your face as you simply nodded. Your grip on Bucky’s shirt tightened and he began to rub gentle circles on your back. Natasha grabbed the broom from the wall and began sweeping away the soil and glass on the floors. Sam already had his arms full of broken flowers as he discarded them into the now empty bins. Bucky watched your expression as you realized what they were doing – a strange mix of devastation and appreciation coating your features.

“I don’t know what to say,” you murmured, quiet enough only Bucky could hear. It didn’t matter that you met Natasha and Sam less than twenty-four hours ago. They knew what you meant to Bucky and that was enough. Blind loyalty and trust. It was unconditional.

“We’ll clean the place up,” Bucky promised, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You just hold steady for us, okay?”

It took almost an hour before the three of them were able to discard the broken flowers to the dumpster outside, sweep away the soil and glass, and wash the tiles clean of mud of boot tracks. You watched quietly from your position sitting upon the counter, your hands gripped into the edges of the wood until Bucky was sure they might snap.

You didn’t look like yourself. Not with the frown etched low on your lips and the heavy weight in your eyes. Your cheeks were still shiny under the dim lighting from your tears, your lips swollen from how badly you’d bitten them. The sunshine and effortless charm he was used to had long faded in favor of a devastating storm in mirror to the one raging outside the door.

Once the shop was cleaned up, it was evident how much damage Rumlow and Rollins had done. There wasn’t a single flower left inside the shop – your entire inventory destroyed.

Bucky sighed, slowly making his way back to you. “I know you don’t want to leave this place, but I really think—”

“Can I stay with you?” you interrupted, hands jolting in search of his. They clamped down against his fingers, gripping painfully tight as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. “I can’t-- I can’t be here. Not alone. I—”

“Yes, honey. Yes, of course,” Bucky tugged you into his arms. He’d been working up a whole speech in his head the entire time he’d been cleaning in hopes of convincing you to come back with him. He’d even planned on asking to sleep on the floor of your apartment if you’d said no again. The idea of leaving you after this – to let you return to the numbed, terrified ghost he’d found curled up on the floor... It was unbearable.

“I’ll need some things,” you murmured quietly, almost embarrassed, but the heat seemed to fade from your cheeks as Bucky kissed your temple.

He turned to Sam and Nat. “You guys head home. We’ll be fine from here.”

“You sure?” Sam was always one to question orders, wasn't he?

Bucky nodded. His arm draped around your shoulders, tugging you closer. “I’ve got her. Go.”

A heavy silence hung inside the shop after they were gone. The rain seemed to echo louder now that the room was entirely empty – no hanging plants or bouquets by the windows, no tables fill of bright, colorful flowers to offset the startling darkness left behind. You leaned your head against Bucky’s shoulder, holding tight to his waist.

“Come on,” Bucky eased, guiding you to the back stairs. You moved like putty in his arms. Bucky had half a mind to carry you up the stairs himself but there was strength gained in every step you took. You didn’t look over your shoulder to the shop as you climbed, but you kept Bucky’s hand gripped tight in your own.

As you stepped inside your apartment, Bucky lingered by the door. Shuffling his feet still wet with rain against the welcome mat. You disappeared into the back bedroom and Bucky tucked his hands into his pockets. This wasn’t the way he had wanted to see this side of you – the flowers woven over the mantle place, the coffee mugs on the living room table surrounded in circled stains to the wood, the leftover pizza box sitting upon your kitchen counter – but he was grateful for it anyway.

You emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later with a small duffle bag. You paused when you crossed into the living room and he gave you a warm smile, his gaze flickering down to the bag where your initials were hand-stitched into the fabric.

“Is this too much?” you asked, suddenly nervous. “I didn’t know how much to pack or—”

“You can stay with me as long as you need.”

You sighed, the panic seemingly melting from your body. He’d let you stay forever if you wanted, though he didn’t give voice to the thought. He snagged your bag from your grip with a low chuckle at your protest and headed to the door.

He held his hand out for you after you locked up the apartment and when your fingers intertwined to his, he felt your heart rate begin to even. Comforted under his touch. You didn’t dare a look back to the empty remnants of your shop the entire walk to the east.

***

Bucky’s apartment was smaller than you expected. Perhaps you were still too caught up in the picture of the money laundering biker club and their faithless leader, you'd forgotten that Bucky was still a kid who grew up with a single mother and put his life savings into an old bar he had built up from scratch with his best friend.

The couch was frayed at the edges with claw marks down by the posts as if a cat at once taken to the legs as a makeshift scratching tower. Newspapers were lined by the door and old Styrofoam coffee cups from the café down the street filled his trashcan. On the wall was the same photo from Bucky’s phone – a perfectly captured moment of the 107 club. You recognized the faces this time as you brushed your fingers over the dust on the frame. You were smiling before you noticed Bucky watching you.

“I’ll put your things in the bedroom,” he said with a nod and then, he disappeared behind the door.

You shuffled your feet, awkwardly pacing around his living room while you waited. You weren’t sure whether the sudden rush in your chest was a lingering aftermath of what had happened in your shop or if the possibility of sharing a bed with Bucky had left you feeling weak. But then, he emerged with a pillow and blanket in hand for himself and tossed it to the couch. The disappointment sinking inside you was not missed.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Water? Something to eat?” Bucky asked nervously, rubbing his hands on his thighs. You only then noticed that he had changed while he was gone – donning sweatpants and a thin t-shirt with the name of the local high school printed in long faded lettering over his chest. It was the most relaxed you'd ever seen him, even despite the obvious awkward nerves tingling through his skin.

“I’m okay,” you told him sincerely, setting a hand against his wrist to still his anxious hands. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Bucky nodded as you passed him on the way to the bedroom. You could feel his eyes following you even as you closed the door behind you. The adrenaline was still hot in your veins. It had to be.

You hadn’t even bothered to fold the clothes in the duffle – simply tossing handfuls of clothing into the bag with little thought or care to what it was. You swallowed, tugging out the sleep set you usually wore on warm summer nights. The top was tighter than you remembered and you quickly shoved it back into the bag. Pulling on the shorts, you looked around the room and found one of Bucky’s shirts folded on top of his dresser; like maybe he’d placed it there fresh from the laundry and forgotten to put it away.

You slipped the fabric over your head, sighing at the wash of his scent wrapped around you. When you stepped back into the living room, Bucky was waiting on the couch, sitting at the far end the cushions.

“Hey, doll,” he began, his gaze still on the television as he turned off the evening news, “I wanted to ask you some questions about what...” He froze. “Is that my shirt?”

When he turned to you, an unreadable expression consuming every ounce of his features, you felt a rush of heat to your face. Your hands slipped over the cotton fabric, brushing it over your stomach.

“Is that okay? I thought it might be more comfortable than what I brought. I didn’t pack very well, I guess.” You bunched the fabric in your hand. “I can change if—”

“No,” Bucky interjected, a helpless smile easing up his lips. “It, uh, it looks nice on you.”

You tugged your cheek between your teeth. Your heart was picking up again under his stare and you felt the way it dropped down to the exposed length of your legs. You shivered. But as you looked at Bucky again, something sobered in his expression. He tapped the cushion on the couch beside him and you crossed the room and sat down beside him.

He sighed, hands gripping into the couch. “Will you tell me what happened?”

You watched the way his knuckles whitened in his grip.

“Why was Rumlow there?” Bucky asked, an ache that sounded terribly like guilt breaking in his voice. “You still have three days, right? He shouldn’t have been there. The only reason I can think of is—is he knows about us. Dot must have told him. I knew she would. I shouldn’t have left you alone over there. I should have—”

“He doesn’t know,” you said, cutting Bucky off. You grabbed his hand from the cushion, gingerly massaging the tension from his fingers. He furrowed his brow at you, urging you to continue. You sighed. “I mean, he knows but... not really. He thinks the 107 is trying to undermine his control over May Flowers. I think he suspects that we’re only— that I’m just—um—that it’s only—”

You swallowed, heat burning on your skin under Bucky’s watchful gaze. You couldn’t voice it aloud, the idea that Bucky might be using you in one way or another – for power and control over his enemy through your body alone.

“He doesn’t know who you really are to me,” Bucky said, understanding what you couldn’t voice aloud. He brought your hands to his lips, sweetly kissing the tiny pricks of scars on your palms left behind from the shattered glass. “That’s good, doll. He doesn’t know the kind of leverage he has then.”

You nodded, lost in the way his lips ghosted along your skin. Warm. Wet. Wanting. You brushed your tongue over your bottom lip as you watched him delicately slide his thumb over the small scrapes on your skin. Almost as if he might be able to heal them under his touch alone.

“Who am I to you, Bucky?” you asked slowly, quietly, as if the very question might shatter the distance between you.

Bucky’s eyes fell upon yours; ocean blue sinking into your embrace. There was an innocence there, a layer of surprise lost in the grey, because he had been certain that you knew. But you only returned his gaze with a hopeful longing that could not be quelled by anything but his words alone – his voice, his confirmation.

“You are... everything.” Bucky sank his lips to your fingertips one by one. “You are the woman that has a hold over me from the moment I met you under the streetlamp outside the bar. The woman I would burn this city to the ground for; live up to the monster this town believes I am for. You are the woman that had ruined me beyond measure and breathed new life into my bones. You are... everything.”

There was no trace of hesitancy in his voice, no lingering threads of panic or remorse. They were spoken true, as if the weight if carrying them alone had become too much of a burden, as if speaking them aloud had finally lifted the boulder from his back and granted him salvation. A truth he’d known for a long time but would not dare to speak.

You watched helplessly as Bucky peppered his lips along your wrist, moving slowly up your forearm. His eyes glanced up to yours, waiting on your response, though he did not rush you. His lips trailed along your skin, inching higher, until slowly, he made his way to your neck.

“Bucky,” you sighed, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue swept over the sensitive skin, over the tender marks where Rumlow had clamped his grip. Soothing the violence from your body, replacing the fear you once held with comfort and affection. His hands pressed gingerly along your hair, massaging into your spine.

“You don’t have to say anything, doll,” he murmured sweetly between kisses. “Just thought you should know where I stand.”

He lingered a final kiss to your jawline before pulling back. You whined in his absence, instinctively reaching back for him. He chuckled low on his breath.

“You’ve been through enough tonight,” Bucky warned, his voice as gentle as his touch. “I don’t want to cross a line if you’re not there with me.”

You chewed at the edge of your lips, admiring Bucky’s restraint if only for a moment between your lingering annoyance. You pressed onto your knees, crawling over the cushions until you met him, swinging a thigh over his lap and settling on him. Bucky sucked in a tight breath; his hands raised awkwardly by his sides.

“You say these things to me, you kiss me like a starving man, and you expect to walk away so easily?” You slipped your hands along Bucky’s neck, fingertips playing with the short strands of hair along his scalp.

“You know how I feel for you, honey. I couldn’t help myself,” Bucky whispered, his voice strained. He reached behind his neck, grabbing a hold of your wrists and bringing them in front of him, holding steady. “But this—this is something I need you to want the way I do. Not because you’re high on adrenaline or looking to replace the fear you felt earlier with something else. I need you want this. Want... me.”

You heart cleaved. “You think I don’t?”

Bucky clenched his jaw. “I think you’ve been through hell tonight. I’ve put you through a lot, Y/n. Just days ago, you still believed me to be the villain of the east. I want you to be sure.”

“Are you so afraid that I might actually feel the same way?” You tugged your wrists from his hold, slipping from his fingertips like putty. His hands sank back to his sides as you drew careful lines along his jaw with the gentle brush of your nails. He shivered.

“Do you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, afraid to hope and so uncertain of your answer it broke your heart.

There was no hesitancy in your response.

“Yes.”

And then, you kissed him.

It began gently. Tender nips against his lips, your hands pressed against the sides of his face. Slowly, his hands made way to your back, tracing circles along your spine, fingertip slipping under the fabric and touching over bare skin. When his tongue swept against yours, drawing you closer, your grip tightened into his hair and the kiss was no longer sweet, no longer mindful and gentle.

It became desperate. Hungry. Your hips rolled over his, seeking purchase, and Bucky groaned into your mouth, his hands pressing taunt against your lower back.

“Off,” he gasped, tugging at his own t-shirt laid against your skin. “Take this off, honey. Please.”

You raised your hands, allowing Bucky the honor himself. It was tossed to the corner of the room, the cool touch of air conditioner barely upon your skin before you felt the heat of Bucky’s mouth against you. He guided you to lay upon the couch, his lips a wet trail over your skin. He grabbed a firm hold of his own shirt at the collar at the nape of his neck and in one yank, pulled it over his head and discarded it to the floor.

It was the first time you saw his tattoos lining his left arm. A sleeve of extraordinary designs – artwork etched into his skin. You traced your fingers over the lines of a flower at the height of his shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, lost in the sensation of Bucky’s kiss upon your chest, his weight pressed on your body, the art laid under your fingers.

“You stole my line, doll,” Bucky chuckled, leaning up for a kiss to your jawline before he sat back.

Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the hardened scar tissue on his ribs – the evidence of brutal betrayal. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath as you rubbed your fingertips against the marred flesh, drawing new life to painful memories, giving him back a rush of pleasure to his body where he only felt pain.

Bucky gestured to your shorts, waiting until you gave him a short nod before he hooked his fingers into the waist band and slid them along your thighs. Slowly. Deliberately.

When he sank his tongue between your legs, you nearly saw stars. Freckled onto his ceiling, moonlight peering through the curtains. You gripped his hair, tugging him where you needed him most and he greedily obliged, the low vibration of his groan against the apex of your thighs sending a shiver through your spine. He did not relent until you were trembling under him, until your back arched high against the couch, his arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you down. He licked and sucked and pressed his fingers deep into your core until you cried his name.

“Are you still with me, love?” Bucky murmured, coaxing you gently from your high. You nodded hazily, still breathless, still lost in him. You watched as Bucky dug a condom from the drawer in the end table and ripped the foil with his teeth.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, waiting as he exhaled a tense breath and slid his sweats to his knees, his boxers along with them. You’d seen the outline of his cock, felt it pressed against you, but this was something else entirely.

Throbbing and eager – precum wet against his tip. Bucky tugged his lip between his teeth as he slowly rolled the condom on, clenching his jaw at the sensitivity. It had been a while for him, given how strained his breathing became. Probably since Dot.

Jealousy lit like fire against your skin, though it was short lived in favor of an unbridled rage for the hell she had put him through.

He had loved her. He must have. Bucky was a good man, better than anyone gave him credit for, and she had used that. Manipulated him. Sought her own power and nearly traded his life for it. He’d given her every part of himself and it hadn’t been enough.

You couldn’t imagine such a world where that could be possible. Bucky could grant you only a glimpse of the man you knew him to be now and it would still be more than you could ever hope to find anywhere else.

He was enough. He would always be enough.

“Doll?” Bucky called, concern washed in his tone. “Where’d you go just now?”

You pressed out a smile, your hand sliding sweetly on the side of his face. You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “You’re enough for me. You know that, don’t you? You’re everything to me, too.”

Bucky sighed, his eyes sinking closed, his head falling to his chest. No, he hadn’t known that. But he did now. He kissed the palm of your hand, kissed the plane of skin between your breasts. Relief in every touch, a stillness to the uncertainty he kept burrowed inside of him.

His tip pressed against you, drawing in your wetness. You gasped at the sensation, at the touch of him. He kissed your shoulder, waiting patiently for your tug against his shoulder, urging him on, and then, he sank into you.

Your hands gripped onto his back and he muffled his moan against your neck. Warm and hot on your skin, his tongue swept over you as he restrained himself for a moment longer, giving you time to adjust. He was bigger than you expected, the sting of him as equal and as wonderful as the pleasure of the stretch. To be as close to him as you could possibly be. To hold him like this.

When he began to pull out, he did so slowly, holding his breath as he slid back in. This time, with ease. He rolled his hips, finding his rhythm. All the while his lips traced along your neck, your jaw, your temples. The sounds he made, his moans as the coil began to tighten in your core, holding him tighter, squeezing him, were drawn from heaven itself.

“Bucky,” you cried, unable to hold back your tongue. But it only spurred him on – his thrusts picking up in pace, his hips snapping against yours. His fingers circled between your bodies; pressure on the sweetest release.

“I’ve got you,” he panted, his breath warm to your skin. “I’ve got you, love. Let go for me. Come for me, sweetness. I’ve got you.”

When you came, you did so with his name on your breath. Reaching higher, higher, higher still, and the pleasure crashed amongst the fall. You tried to muffle yourself against his shoulder, but he pulled back, wanting to hear you cry out for him.

He came before you hit the end of your high, his hips falling out of rhythm as he chased his own pleasure, his low grunts filling the echoed space of the living room. At the end, he rolled his hips slowly into you, prolonging the release as long as he could – his and yours. When he was spent, he lost his weight on top of you, his head falling against your chest, sweat beading his skin. He was still inside you as his fingers traced delicate patterns along your collarbone.

You would have stayed in that moment for an eternity if the fates would have allowed for it. This beautiful, blissful moment where Bucky was all you knew and the threat of Hydra was long forgotten.

There would be time to worry about your shop and the debtors coming to collect what you owed in the morning. For now, you could rest yourself to the sweet lull of Bucky’s head against your chest. The feeling of him between your legs. The weight of him in your heart.

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pancakes for dinner (n.'p'.t)

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader summary: spending your last night before deployment with the girl you love the most in the world. (loosely) inspired by: 'pancakes for dinner' by lizzy mcalpine word count: 1k trigger warnings: angst, bittersweet goodbyes, mentions of long-distance relationship a/n: i wrote this in like an hour so i apologise if it's not that amazing, however i still think it's pretty neat so :) (also i'm sorry if this isn't 10000% accurate, i know almost nothing abt the navy or how deployment actually works- this is just fanfic anyways so)

The quiet of your kitchen in the dim hours of the night engulfes your peaceful moment. It swallows the atmosphere whole until there’s nothing but you and her, like the world is at a stand still and now, only you two exist in it.

“M’gonna miss you,” she whispers, words mumbled into the crook of your neck, her lips brushing your collar bone.

Your heart breaks a little at her melancholy words, your hand pulling her waist a little closer as you lean further against the kitchen bench. 

“I know.” you answer, watching as Natasha’s dark brown eyes flick up to yours, “but I love you so much, Tasha.” Your other hand cups her cheek, thumb tracing her cheekbone.

I think that I should probably tell you this In case there is an accident And I never see you again

“I’m scared.” she confesses, pulling her body back enough that she’s eye level with you, her face is still close enough that you can feel her soft breathing on your skin, and her hands are still resting perfectly on your hips.

“Of what?” You ask, eyes searching hers for the answers.

“Of losing you.”

You shake your head pensivey, “You’re not going to lose me.” The words leave your lips as the softest of whispers, “I swear you won’t.” A beat passes and your eyes flick down to her lips before you press yours softly against hers. “I promise.”

But this plane might not land safely So, what the hell do I have to lose If I just tell you?

As you stroke her hair, swaying her body with yours slowly you remind her, “I love you.”

“I know.”

“So will you dance with me?”

She smiles at you then, full and bittersweet, eyes full of her undying adoration for you, “of course.”

So you take her hand, swaying her body to the non-existent music as you dance delicately around your kitchen. Softly spinning her as she lets out laughs and giggles, making you grin widely in turn, helping you forget about the painful task of leaving her when morning comes. You’re going to miss these moments, you realise. It was always obvious that you would eventually be deployed and be forced to take almost a year away from the girl you loved the most, the one person who made you so unbearable happy you ached for her love. But it came with the job, and you loved this job too. But yet, as you spent your final night together with her in your arms, you had never felt an ache so terrible and worth regretting before.

She changes pace of the dance, taking your hand and spinning you around instead, conjuring a soft laugh from within you. Natasha slows your dancing until you're simply swaying with her body. She rests her forehead against yours, her rich brown eyes which you loved dearly looked deep into your own. You feel yourself starting to melt in her arms.

“When you get back,” she starts, “we’re having pancakes…. For dinner.”

Your eyebrow perks up in amusement, “For dinner?”

“Yeah.”

You hum, “I like that.”

“And we can rewatch that stupid tv show you like, the one about the aliens?”

You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back, “but you hate it!”

Natasha giggles too, “yeah I do, but I love you.”

Her fingers dance their way up your body as you speak your thoughts out loud, “I’ll take you on a nice date, to a fancy restaurant.”

“You know I don’t want all that fancy stuff.” she replies, gaze unwavering as she slips her arms around your neck. You take your chance to hoist her up onto the kitchen island. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer in the process.

“Let me spoil you for once.”

She shakes her head, but it’s impossible to miss the sweet smile adorning her features. “I wish you could stay,” she whispers softly.

Both of you know full well that you can’t, that you don’t even have a choice. But you want her to understand how much you’re going to miss her, how much you love her, that you need her. So instead, you tangle your fingers in her hair, before wrapping your hand around the back of her neck softly and pulling her closer, in for another kiss. It’s as if the room falls away from you this time. You pour yourself into it, everything you feel for the girl you love. All the aching, the deep rooted love that felt like it could never falter. She’s all you want, nothing but her and her cherry flavoured lips, her soft breath and the feel of her smile against yours.

Well, maybe I won't ever say what's in my head No, I won't have to say anything You'll say it instead.

When she pulls away, she’s completely out of breath, chest heaving with however much time you had spent kissing her. It could’ve been a minute, or an hour, but you could never tell when you were enamoured in her.

Natasha lets out a soft yawn, and you feel her body relax more into your arms.

“Tired?” you mumble into her soft hair, and you feel her nod in response. So you pick her up, sliding your arm beneath her legs and carrying her into your bedroom, setting her down softly on the mattress as you follow suit. She tangles her legs between yours, intertwining your bodies until you don’t know where yours ends and she starts. 

She presses her head further into the warmth of your body, resting against your chest peacefully as you hold her body tighter. “I love you,” she reminds you again, for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

You run your hand across her cheek, memorising the feeling of her skin against yours. And for now, you told yourself you’d ignore the growing ache in your chest, letting your eyes fall shut as you focused on the soft breathing of your sweet girl sleeping beside you. “I love you more.”

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