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29. Sick on a Road Trip

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Natasha wanted a road trip for your vacation week. When you'd asked her why, she said she wanted something mundane. You'd shrugged, not really caring what you did as long as you did it with her.

A day before the trip, you'd been exhausted. You weren't sure why but you'd spent half the day sleeping. Natasha thought it was odd, but mostly thought you were just tired from all the work you'd been doing.

"You okay?" she asked as you laid in bed, watching something on the TV. You nodded against her, your head on her chest. Your eyes were still fluttering shut.

"You've slept most of the day," Nat mused, her fingers trailing up and down your spine.

"Just tired," you mumbled, inhaling and drinking in her scent. She hummed but didn't say anything.

The next morning you woke at dawn, put your bags in the car, and set off, Natasha at the wheel. You rarely drove, preferring to sit comfortably in the passenger and be teased about being a 'passenger princess' by your girlfriend.

You thought it was the early hour that brought a certain level of haziness and congestion. But as the sun came up, so did the frequent sniffles and flushed cheeks.

After your third sneeze in ten minutes, Natasha looked over at you, blessing you softly. Her sharp eyes took in your skin and her brows furrowed.

"You're flushed." Her voice was just barely above a whisper.

"Just the sun," you responded, voice raspy.

"You're congested," she fired back quietly.

"Just normal morning-"

"Y/N," she interrupted softly, her right hand coming to rest on your thigh. "Please don't hide from me."

You sighed, looking out the passenger window.

"I don't really know what I'm feeling," you said quietly. All you knew was that you didn't feel right. And there was no way you were stopping your trip until you were certain.

"You'll tell me when you do?"

You nodded. She cleared her throat and you finally looked to her. She had an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Natasha, I will tell you."

She seemed satisfied with that and focused on the road, her hand remaining on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothingly whenever you gave a stuffy sniffle or let out a soft sneeze.

An hour later, your head pounded every other second, the pressure behind your eyes hitting an all-time high, and you couldn't breathe through your nose to save your life. You pinched the bridge of your nose in hopes of it providing any semblance of relief; it did not.

"Nat-" you tried, your voice barely there. You caught her wince at the sound. "I think I'm sick."

"Oh, love, I think so too. Let's go home, yeah? You want to stop somewhere for the day and rest?"

You shook your head. "No, I'd rather be at home."

"Okay. Just try and rest. We'll be there in a little while."

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Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Reader is 47 and has adult kids who aren't sure about her new beau.

Chapter 8

Notes: it feels like it's been forever but I'm still alive. The holidays were rough, we were all sick and broke but my family is together and that's what's important. The husband and oldest are both working full time now and it's gonna take some time but life is heading back towards our normal level of broke.

My muse is very slowly waking up and I'm hoping to find the inspiration to get back to work on my other wip's and even have an idea or two for new stories.

I just realized that I've gone over 1000 followers and can only offer my shock and gratitude to y'all.

Hope this is worth the wait.

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N was too busy for the next few days to do more than work and sleep. Contract disputes arose in Malaysia which meant 3 nights away from home. It wasn't so bad, Pepper always had the best of everything and wasn't stingy.

She struggled to sleep with the time changes and late night meetings, only wishing she could go home to her own bed and sleep for at least a day straight.

That might not help her dreams. They started sweet before turning sexy and she never had the chance to get any release when they went bad. In one dream she let Bucky tie her up and he quickly went from teasing to torturing. If she was lucky she woke up screaming but sometimes she couldn't wake herself up and was trapped by the Winter Soldier, who then morphed into John, until something woke her up.

The first night home from Malaysia she woke up crying and went down to the kitchen for some tea, only to find Dawn waiting with her mug and the tea kettle whistling.

Dawn spoke softly.

"Come have a cuppa and talk to me Sissy. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages"

Y/N scoffed softly "Don't be so melodramatic I've only been gone for a few days."

Dawn shrugged "It's not the same here when you're gone. Maybe I'll get a dog."

Y/N smirked "Fine, as long as it's not some yappy purse dog. Pits and Shepherds are good."

Dawn's smile grew "You said fine, I'm getting a puppy next Saturday. You want to come to the shelter with me?"

Y/N smiled and nodded "I'm in."

Dawn poured hot water in their mugs "Now that's been settled. What's going on? I heard crying."

Y/N shook her head "Nothing. I'm just severely jet-lagged and can't sleep. My schedule is all fucked up. I'll be alright, just need some sleep. Luckily, Pepper gave me tomorrow off."

Dawn looked at her pointedly "None of that equals crying so tell me."

Y/N shrugged "Weird dreams involving James and John, I don't know how to sort them out. I miss James, was looking forward to seeing him and now I don't know when that will be. I don't miss Johnny but do hope he's alright."

Dawn nodded "Some sleep will help. And a puppy. Definitely need a puppy."

Y/N chuckled "So we can fight over who he sleeps with?"

Dawn smirked "So we'll get two puppies."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister and drank her tea before Dawn gave her a hug and she went back to her room to try and get some sleep.

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On the other side of the world things weren't going much better. John hadn't stopped complaining since he saw Bucky that first day. Bucky had been getting some amusement over Johns whining but was ready to put him down after the three of them got into it with some small time organized criminals who accused them of dealing on their turf.

Or that's what they thought until Sam realized one of them was enhanced.

Instead of focusing on taking the men down, John spent most of that fight trying to get the shield from Sam who ended up hurt pretty badly over it.

Bucky had enough and was giving John a piece of his mind when John tried to sucker punch him.

Unfortunately for John, he was still adjusting to his enhancement from the serum, while Bucky had been fighting with the serum for decades and caught John's fist with his vibranium hand.

He glared at John but couldn't help smirking when John realized he was caught.

Bucky squeezed John's hand "You gonna stop acting like a bitch or do I have to break your fucking hand?"

John whined "No, you can't you'll lose your pardon. I'll say you started it."

Buckys grin grew as John fell to his knees "You're on thin ice with the govt already, sure you want to take that chance?"

John cried out "Fine! Fine. Shit!!" and clutched his right hand to his chest when Bucky released it.

Bucky offered a hand up which John slapped away, making Bucky laugh out loud before he went to check on Sam. They took a day to let Sam rest and recover.

By the end of the week looking for the power broker, nerves were frayed. Sam was ready to let Bucky have at John and just turn his head.

Friday night found the three men and Sharon drinking mini bar shots in a hotel suite in Croatia.

Sharon was all over Bucky even after he repeatedly and politely asked her to stop.

Sam was practically passed out on one of the chairs, mumbling out comments at the game of Cards Against Humanity they had been playing for 4 hours.

John was a little better off than Sam but likely only because of the serum.

Sharon had been going in and out for at least an hour but her occasional snores made John and Bucky giggle.

Bucky downed 3 tequila shots in quick succession, wishing for even a slight buzz for his efforts, before elbowing John in the ribs.

It didn't occur to him that he was inebriated and spoke in a slurring stage whisper "Hey" he tapped John's shoulder "Hey!" John mumbled then snored so Bucky slapped him across the face, 'gently' with his flesh hand "JOHNNY!!"

John sat up abruptly "What? Goddammit Olivia why are you waking me up. Stupid bitch."

He looked around for a moment before realizing where he was when he saw Bucky staring at him. John scoffed "What the buck do you want Fucky? Keep bugging me and I'll make sure you never get near my sister again."

John looked around some more until he saw Sharon "Sharon!!" When she groaned and rolled over he mumbled again. "Fucking cunt better wake up so we can....."

Bucky listened to his mumbling, trying to figure out what John was doing with Sharon. He couldn't understand why he felt drunk all of a sudden but blacked out before he could figure it out.

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The rest of the week flew by and on Sunday Y/N was preparing tacos for dinner with her kids.

Jessie arrived early and helped while discussing work and a guy she met on her lunch break.

Michael showed up late and Y/N could smell the alcohol on his breath. She wasn't pleased with that but knew it would make it easier to get his secrets out of him.

Y/N heard her phone dinging in her bedroom and left Jessie to watch the meat.

When she looked at the text there was no number listed and a bunch of dark pics with a nude couple, obviously mid coitus. She gasped when she saw the glint of gold on Bucky's left arm and her stomach fell when she saw the woman on top of him had long blonde hair that was definitely not hers. Her eyes filled with tears and she quickly shuffled to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and put her phone away to be dealt with later.

Jessie scoffed at her brother "What is wrong with you Mikey?"

Michael smirked at her "Just celebrating, my dear sister. Getting rid of some dead weight." He laughed at his comments and Jessie growled at her brother.

She grabbed his collar "You better not be screwing with mom or Sargent Barnes." She stood on her tiptoes and looked him in the eyes "I will fuck you up if you hurt her, Mikey. I'm not playing."

Michael scoffed "A little heartbreak today will spare her from much worse later on. Now can we eat yet?"

Y/N overheard Michael but couldn't understand half of his words. She shook her head, knowing he was up to something because he almost never drank, and walked up to her kids.

"Michael, can you set the table please. Auntie is out so it's just the three of us."

Michael scoffed "She's gonna end up with AIDS or something, as much as she whores around."

Y/N bristled and tapped him upside his head "MICHAEL DAVID! What the Hell is wrong with you? You will not speak of your aunt like that."

He rolled his eyes "You talk about uncle Johnny like that all the time. What's the difference?"

She sighed "Jessie, can you make some coffee for your brother?" Then turned on her son "The difference is that Dawn helped raise you and has always been there for all of us while Johnny disrespected me and your father every chance he got. Or did you drink so much you forgot about that? I don't know what's going on but you better think real hard about the next thing you say to me."

Michael looked in her eyes and spat "If you cared so much about dad then why are you disrespecting him by fucking a war criminal?"

His head was turned before he realized she had slapped him. His hand flew up to his cheek and he looked at her in shock.

"You know I loved your father and more importantly he knew but he has been gone for over 5 years. Do you expect me to live alone for the rest of my life? I'm almost 50, not almost dead and I deserve to be loved, dammit."

She paused to take a sip of her wine "And James is a good man who was forced into fucked up circumstances. The government has pardoned him and you don't need to make his life any more difficult than it already is." She shook her head "I don't know how you ended up such a selfish and judgemental prick but your father would be ashamed. Now help your sister bring the food in."

Michael just stared at his mother before walking away muttering "That assholes life will be real simple when he's locked up on the Raft."

He pulled his phone out and didn't realize Jessie was listening until he ran into her "What have you done, Michael? I can't believe you would sabotage Moms happiness."

He scoffed "She'll get over it. Be easy for a slut like her to find another guy."

Jessie punched him in the stomach and took his phone away when he doubled over. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the messages from their uncle and she shoved Michael to the floor before hurrying to the dining room

"MOM!"

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Early morning that same day, Bucky woke up feeling hungover, in a strange bed. It took a few minutes for him to sit up and remember where he was. He held his head and groaned, jumping when he heard a moan right next to him. He looked over and practically fell out of bed trying to get away from his bed mate. When he hit the floor he realized that he was naked. Grabbing the blanket he stood up awkwardly trying to cover his nudity. As he pulled on it he saw it sliding off of the person in his bed, who he definitely didn't want to uncover.

She groaned "Jimmy, baby what's wrong?"

Bucky shook his head "Sharon? What the fuck are you doing in here? I told you to leave me alone."

Sharon giggled "Yeah you started that way but as the night went on you got much friendlier. Come back and I'll show you." She invited as she uncovered herself.

Bucky closed his eyes and shook his head "Nononono, Sharon you need to go. I don't want this, I don't want you. This didn't happen."

Sharon pouted "It definitely happened. Wanna see the pictures?"

"What? Pictures? What did you do to me Sharon? I remember drinking, playing some crazy card game and waking up just now." Bucky felt his heart speeding up and felt light headed "No, this didn't happen. You and John did something to me. You drugged me."

Sharon smiled wickedly "Aawww, how could little ol me do anything to a big bad super soldier? I think you wanted me and took what you wanted. Nothing wrong with that." She shrugged. "I definitely enjoyed it and the evidence says you did too."

Bucky could feel a panic attack coming on and felt his knees buckle before he dropped to the floor, his head fell into his hands "No. This can't be real. Please God don't let this be real."

Chapter 9

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💫Astronomy Chap. 3 Neteyam Sully x human!fem!reader 💫

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i did change up the pov style here a little bit when it's not the reader pov, i hope it doesn't throw anyone off!

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We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars...

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"She has been poisoned by a Txumre'," Mo'at paused as she surveyed the girl, and realized that her oxygen max was missing, "She is missing her mask, yet is still breathing."

Neteyam's ears perked up at hearing this, then his eyes landed on your small frame, noticing the lack of an oxygen mask he felt his heart drop, how could he not have noticed? He reached out to grasp your hand, but his grandmother swatted it away.

"It is unusual, but she lives, now I must prepare the antidote, leave us."

Neteyam begrudgingly left and sat down on a log next to a stream, wondering why you had gone off on your own.

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The sound of crashing waves woke you, and your eyes fluttered open. Your head turned to see your mother sitting next to you. The sand scrapes against your skin as you sit up, shielding your eyes from the sun.

She taps your shoulder and stands, stretching her arms as she pushes back her sunglasses, a laugh reverberating through your ears as she pulls you up.

You smile as you walk along the shore, the waves licking at your feet, the sand warm, hand in hand with her. If only it could be like this back home, you muse when you hear someone calling your name, pulling you from your dream.

Your face scrunches as your eyes slowly blink open, attempting to focus on the blurry face in front of you. You reach up to rub your temple, but wince in pain, and then gasp. "M-my mask, where's my oxygen-" you stutter as you're cut off by a pair of arms gently wrapping your torso then hands moving to inspect your bandaging.

You frown when a stern voice breaks the silence, one you recognize, "Are you okay?"

You glance over to see Jake, his face twisted in confusion, as Norm rushes over with an oxygen mask grasped so tightly his knuckles whiten, and a gasp leaves his throat when he sees you.

Neteyam leans back as Norm sits down next to you, "Are you alright?' he asks softly his hand tightly grasping yours still.

You feel a blush creeping up your face as you nod slowly and turn to Norm.

"How is this possible?" you ask as he checks your pulse, your hands still gripping the mask tightly.

"That's what I want to know too," Jake says crossing his arms over his chest as Neytiri walks over, looking your body over. She seems skeptical as Norm stands his hands in his hair.

"We need to get back to the lab and put the oxygen mask back on, just for now," he pauses sighing deeply, "There are so many tests I'll need to run, you've never even been on Pandora before right?" he asks hands falling to his side.

You shake your head no and wince as you try to stand, but Neteyam gently pushes you back, "You should rest some more, you don't want your wounds to open up again," he says his eyes scanning your bandaging once more, and you tighten your grip on his hand, "Thank you, for, looking for me," you look away as you hear Jake heatedly whispering to Norm and Neytiri.

A small blush covers his cheeks as he murmurs "You're welcome," and something else in Na'vi you don't catch.

"So, we'll wait until morning, and then transport you back to the lab, okay?" Norm says as he sits down on a log his hands shaking as he starts to speak into a communicator.

"That's fine with me if it's okay with everyone else here?" you say as you brush back your hair, beads of sweat dripping down your face.

Jake hums in agreement and Neytiri drags him away, her voice fades away as they leave, leaving you alone with Neteyam. You glance down at your hands and he quickly lets go, "S-sorry," he mumbles his head turning away, "I was worried..." he trails off, and you can see his face deepen, blush to cover it.

"It's fine, I was kind of worried too. I thought I was dead there, I dreamed of home," you smile thinking of the waves crashing in your ears, and handing your mother a sand dollar, her nose wrinkling as she smiled and ran her hand through your hair, bringing you into a hug her lips on your temple.

"Home?" he asks, his curiosity spiking.

Neteyam knew you were from Earth, of course, you had told so many stories of your time there, but he still couldn't quite picture the distant planet that both you and his father had come from.

Your smile widens, "Yeah, but I guess I could call here my new home," you sigh, thoughts of your mother swirling around your brain, and your smile disappears.

You wonder how she is if they've given her the treatment yet, if she's even still-

Neteyam recognizes the dark look of despair on your face and gently pushes your hair out of your face, you glance up at him, brows quirked in confusion as his hand pushes away a tear.

You almost laugh, you hadn't noticed you were crying.

"What's on your mind, sky girl," he says as you start to re-braid your hair, fingers pulling the leaves and twigs out.

Blushing at the nickname, you playfully push his shoulder as he helps you to stand, making you lose your balance. You feel your feet fall out from under you and gasp as your feel warm arms wrap around your waist, holding you up.

"Don't go trying to injure yourself again," he says as you straighten yourself up and hobble with him inside.

Neytiri sits by the fire her eyes never once leaving your frame, Kiri sits next to her a gasp leaving her throat when she sees the lack of an oxygen mask covering your face, revealing your piercing eyes.

Neteyam helps you to sit down on a pile of furs and takes a seat next to his mother, her eyes full of suspicion. You glance away when Kiri sits down next to you grasping your arm, "What happened?" she asks softly her eyes trailing down the banding on your waist, and then up to your face.

"You're injured!" she nearly shouts, but then covers her mouth. "And your oxygen," she trails off as she meets your eyes.

You sigh, exhausted, "It's a long story, I was being stupid and I ran off after Spider. And nearly got myself killed. Oh, and I can breathe here somehow, don't know how that works but, I guess I'll find out sometime."

She lets go of your arm and her brows twist in confusion, you could breathe the air here? But you were human, there was no way, well unless... She shook her head, "I'm glad you didn't die, you should rest, here," she wraps one of the furs around you and you lay back thanking her as your eyes close and you drift off, the fire warming you as Jake enters.

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Jake paces around the fire as Neytiri places a blanket on top of Kiri, her nose twitching in her sleep. She turns to him and crosses her arms, "She cannot stay here," she gestures to you her eyes narrowing.

Jake sighs as he looks over at you, your breathing even, eyes closed, in a deep sleep.

"I don't know what's going on with her, but she'll be gone tomorrow. Norm has to run some tests. I just hope it's nothing," he pauses looking for the right word before deciding not to continue.

He quickly sits down next to her and gives her a quick kiss, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. It was already strange that this girl, claiming to be Grace's niece had shown up on Pandora out of nowhere, but there was undeniable proof she was related to Grace. But that didn't make Jake any less suspicious of her.

For all he knew, she could be some sort of spy, intent on gathering intel on him and his family, hell the entire Omatikaya clan and their whereabouts. He laid back next to Neytiri as the thoughts of this girl being a danger swirled around his mind.

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A hand gently shook you awake as your eyes opened. Neteyam's somber face greeted you as you sat up, eyes glancing around to see Jake standing in the entrance his arms crossed.

Neteyam helped you and out to the helicopter, his arm reluctantly leaving your waist as Norm helped you into your seat, fastening the seatbelt so tight you winced. It was digging into your wound, you'd have to let him know to change the bandages when you got back.

You glanced back to see Neteyam waving goodbye as Norm hopped onto the helicopter, his voice drowned out by the blades of the chopper.

You waved back to Neteyam and gave him a small smile, mouthing out that you would be more careful next time. He smiled back, and you noticed that his eyes were still full of worry as the chopper took off.

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Your heartbeat raced as you lay down on the cot, a prick of syringe making you wince, your eyes shut involuntarily. Norm had assured you there would only be a couple of tests he could run after you returned. Just drawing some blood and taking a biopsy. But apparently, the results were so inconclusive, they needed to run just a few more tests.

"Are you done yet? I'm pretty sure I won't be able to use my arm tomorrow from the number of times you've jabbed that needle in it," you say glancing at the now purple area of your arm.

Or at least it should have been purple, instead, it was the same as always, with no color change at all. Normally, well back on Earth at least your skin would bruise easily, but here it seemed just fine. Even the red dot where the needle had been was completely gone, not just scabbed over, gone.

"I know, but your DNA is just, I've never seen anything like it. From the last biopsy of course," he added as he screwed the top of a test tube of blood closed.

You frowned, "What's it like? My DNA," you whisper the last part.

His face is puzzled as he looks at the tube, "It was definitely mixed with something, I just don't know what," he pauses as Max rushes into the lab, his face tinged grey, eyes giving you an uneasy glance.

"We need to talk, outside," he says leaving you alone as Norm follows.

You glance down at your hand and wonder how things are back on Earth, and what you'll tell General Ardmore in your next report when Norm rushes back into the room frantic as he grabs your hand.

"There's something you need to see," he says as he helps you into the hallway, your nonslip socks dragging on the ground.

You feel your heart stop when you see the results on the computer screen and feel an anxiety attack coming on as it becomes harder to breathe.

"It should be impossible, but," Max pauses gesturing to the screen, "here it is you're-"

"No, th-there's no way," you stutter collapsing into a nearby chair, hands ripping into your hair.

"There's no mistaking it," Norm says as he sympathetically places a hand on your shoulder, "Your DNA is somehow mixed with Na'vi, "you hear the last part of his sentence, but the ringing of your ears takes over as your vision goes black.

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Neteyam watches as his Father slides off his Ikran, pushing his hair to the side. His hands shake as he approaches, nervously asking, "Will she be alright?"

His Father sighs and gives him a nod. What a relief, he thought. Even though he had only known you for a week, he had grown strangely attached to you. He could feel his heart flutter, and his face heat up whenever your hand brushed his, or when your eyes met unexpectedly. It was strange, he of course felt a sense of protectiveness for his siblings, and you, but his feelings for you were, different.

His Father cleared his throat interrupting his thoughts, his mouth opening and closing trying to find the right words, "I need you to stay away from the Augustine girl," he said his tone devoid of emotion as he turned to leave adding, "She could be dangerous."

Neteyam looked on as his Father went inside, a look of confusion spreading on his face. Dangerous? Sure, he had only known you for a week, but you were harmless! You couldn't hurt a thing even if you tried. And after what happened he certainly wouldn't be staying away from you anytime soon. What if you decided to run off into the forest alone again, and he didn't find you this time? He huffed as he followed Kiri inside taking a seat next to the fire, filled with determination.

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Jake stared absentmindedly into the fire as Neytiri sat down beside him, "What news do you bring of the girl?" she asks grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together as his eyes met hers.

"It's complicated," he said glancing at the kids who were all seemingly sound asleep covered in their furs, "But, the gist of it is, the girl, she's some part of Na'vi. It's why she can breathe the air, and presumably why she didn't die that night like she should have."

Neytiri gripped his hand tighter as her other hand held his face gently, "So, she is a threat," she whispered.

"We don't know that yet," he retorted as he grabbed the hand cupping his cheek, "But, she has the potential to be one. I mean, she came from Earth a week ago, she's Grace's niece, and now she's part Na'vi? It just doesn't add up," he pauses laying down beside her, "I told Norm to keep an eye on her, and I told the kids to stay away, for the time being."

She nods and rests her head on his chest, "Good," she whispers as his eyes close.

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Your eyes crinkle as you feel a cool breeze run down your skin. You glance at the clock, it reads 7:09 AM. And then you notice the open door, you slowly rise and close it to get dressed, careful to stretch too much so your wound doesn't reopen. You brace yourself for a flash of pain when you bend down to pull up your jeans, but you feel, nothing.

A sharp knock jolts you and you open the door to see Norm standing in the hall. He gasps when he sees you, his hands dropping the tray he was holding, a red apple bouncing across the floor towards you. You catch it with ease holding it in your hands.

"Are you alright?" you ask as he stutters.

"Y-your eyes," he points to your eyes and your finger raises up to touch below them.

"What about my eyes?" you ask as you turn to the mirror in the small cramped bathroom next to you, and when finally see them, you almost choke on your saliva.

Your once clear eyes, are now a bold and dark yellow with gold flecks. Your fingers hover over them as you turn to Norm, panic rising, your heart racing as you whisper, "What the hell's going on?!?"

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even on our worst nights

(leo x laia | 580 words | post-canon, domestic | on ao3)

No one would convince Laia she wasn't living in a fairytale. Not as long as she woke up like this, in Leo's arms.

She burrowed herself closer to him, eyes still closed, just enjoying the almost feverish warmth of his body and the chirp of the birds outside. That reminded her, Nosferatu was due for a bath. And it was Sunday, so Leo would work on the lawn, and since it was hot these days, he would probably work seminude, and she could sit on the porch and watch the sweat roll down in tantalizing droplets down his body—

It was bound to be a good day. Like most days were.

Still asleep — or so she thought — Leo held her closer.

"Morning," he said, voice deliciously raspy. Laia's body warmed up further.

"Good morning," she replied, cheerful.

He kissed the top of her head.

"Plans?" she asked, nuzzling her face on his chest.

"Lawn. Hm, make Vlad come over. We could all watch the g— Hm."

Confusion clouded her mind for a moment before alarm bells rang in its place. The game. Right.

The game... and what she had said.

Cautiously, she looked up. Her husband had his jaw clenched, eyes staring at the ceiling instead of at her.

She cleared her throat. "Leo—"

"It's okay," he said.

Evidently, it was not. And as a couple, they should be able to talk about these things. To not let fights go unconcluded.

"I just—"

"You don't have to explain."

"I think I do, though. Because I— I didn't really mean what I said, okay?"

"Didn't really mean it?" He narrowed his eyes, clenched his jaw. Laia's heart beat faster. "But you believe it still?"

"No—" She hurried to explain. "It doesn't matter what I said. You know it's not true, and that's what matters."

"But I still don't understand how you could even utter the words in the first place, Laia!" Leo admitted, frustrated.

He finally looked at her, eyebrows raised. The full force of his attention left her mind blank, her mouth dry. She swallowed again, trying to find the words.

"It was stupid. It was... I wasn't thinking. I didn't even know what I was talking about."

"You said you didn't think the Lions were going to make it to finals, Laia!" He pursed his lips. "Do you understand the gravity of your statement?!"

At this point, Laia couldn't hold herself back anymore. She laughed, hiding her face on his chest. His arms, like always, held her closely and securely, and she delighted in the vibration of his own laughter.

It had been a stupid thing to say, she mused. Leo had flinched as if shot, clutching his heart and all — his fake outrage perfectly performed to make her laugh, just like now.

"I didn't say they weren't going to make it, I just wondered if they would," she corrected, then kissed his chest as an apology. And because she loved him. "And the Lastville Lions are going to have a great season. We'll, uh, we'll ask Sandra to check the threads of fate. See if they're favorable."

"We don't need to—" he reminded her "—because our team is great and doesn't need any help winning."

"Of course."

She was still going to ask Sandra. The boys certainly tried their best, and that was the most charitable thing Laia could say after watching most of their games.

And that's how Sunday started, light and loving.

A good day indeed.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loumand (Spoilers)

I actually don't have much to say about Armand--I'm waiting to see what he has to say for himself in the finale.

Exactly, Mr. Professional--let Louis talk this out on his own. We'll skulldrag Mr. I Could Not Prevent It soon enough.

"Yeah all right I sold him out"--YEAH YOU DID ARMAND, no sass or backtalk, just STFU. You had your chance to speak up IN PARIS, Mr. I Made My Choice!

NO NOTES.

PLEASE 🙄😒 How? With Sam's dinky little scythe? You can set them all on fire with a THOUGHT, stfu with that 🥺 face.

PLEASE 🙄😒 It was the terms of their agreement--IN CAHOOTS.

PLEASE 🙄😒 It was the LEAST he could do. The key word is to save YOU. Not Claudia. This was PREMEDITATED.

What I'm actually REALLY bummed about is that AMC seems to have kept Armand "held captive" by Sam the whole time, so he wouldn't've had the opportunity to go FRANKENSTEIN on Claudia (I assume they just swapped that for the Rat Box scene). Unless that happened after they beat Louis unconscious. 👀

Madz being dragged into this to implicate Louis, cuz Armand killed Santiago's Maker for doing the exact same thing with him! 👀💀

GO AWF, king! May your reign be short and sterile! 🤴🏼😜

SOOOO hypocritical that the coven is LITERALLY breaking Law 5 by doing this entire Trial, but wtvr; politics is just parlor tricks.

The way Ben delivered those lines; the crazed look in his eyes--this was the REAL bee in Santiago's bonnet & stick in his craw. Eff Claudia; Santiago DGAF about her in the scheme of things. But that persona non grata, who "wasn't even all that attractive," had rejected & offended & humiliated him, and this green-eyed monster wanted Louis DEAD.

NYA NYA NYA! 😝

"It took all my strength," PLEASE 🙄😒

Armand wanted Claudia dead so dang bad, lol.

TWICE OMG, PLEASE! 🙄😒 Louis just staring him down. YOU BUY THAT, LOUIS!? 👀 HAYUL naw, which is why Armand's been in this Grovel Era for 77 years! 😅

NICE save, Santiago!

Here we effing go; eternity in a box.... ⚰️💀

Rolin, whose idea was it to fill it with rocks; that is SAVAGE!

Thank god Lou didn't have to see his baby burn to ash--"and his face turned to soup." He fought, he really tried, but it wasn't enough; he was POWERLESS to protect any of them. U_U But you KNOW Lou had to FEEL what was happening when Madz died, cuz she's his blood/fledgling. So the pain's still there, even w/out seeing Claudia.

THAT'S what karma effing means, y'all! THAT'S what it means to DESERVE pain. Lest had to sit there and watch HIS DAUGHTER burn, "cuz sooner or later, they end up dead." AR said Claudia (read: Michelle) was DOOMED by the narrative, and DIDN'T deserve what happened to her. But Lestat ADMITTED that he deserved everything that happened to him! Les had to PAY the consequence!

CONSEQUENCES, Armand! You don't get to sell out Louis at the price of Claudia, then brag about how "I never harmed you," and whine about how you "atoned" for Paris but can never make up for it.

EFF your apologies--his daughter's DEAD, ffs.

Whew, I'm actually tearing up, this ep's HEAVY; I'm moved, fasho!

Sure, Jan. 🙄 Les crossed the ocean cuz Santiago told him what was going down, so OF COURSE Lestat was gonna go to Paris; regardless! (AMC removed the need for Swamp King to crawl begging for Armand's healing blood.)

Santiago and the coven woke Lestat up by climbing the Eiffel Tower and radio-signalling him to come to them--that lines up with the newspaper clippings Loumand mentioned in Ep6 about "strange crimes" being committed.

STFU WITH THE BAGELS AND COFFEE, TUAN, it shoulda been a CROISSANT! 🥐🤣

STFU ARMAND, we don't need YOU mansplaining Lestat's toxic AF behavior, Master Manipulator! LOUIS can be wrong about his husband he lived with for dang near 40 years ("this is Lestat; what he does over and over"), but YOU can't talk about the dude you only knew for a few months max! Sit QUIETLY and drink your blood soup!

Yeah Armand, you BETTER duck TF out the way! 😤 Lou was aiming right at your dome--eff you, AND all the luxurious golden-spooned Jimmy Choo wearing stolen Rembrandts you've filled this sterile penthouse cage with!

"THIS IS HARD"--bruh, I bet Jacob said that from the soul; I have no idea how any of these actors do this, incredible! AMC I hate y'all so bad for not giving these artists as much shine & accolades as possible; they're being robbed. U_U

(Quick Insider preview for the finale--Ep8 SPOILERS)

Santiago asking "Did Armand tell you what we did with her ashes?" omfg imma be sick.

Armand telling Louis "I lied to you;" chile, we been knew.

Fire Gift Louis de Pyromaniac du Lac telling Lestat chained up under the Threatre "I'VE COME TO KILL YOU;" get in line, my guy! 😡🔥

[protovoxxed]

so ProtoVox and arriving in Hell

Go into my inbox and tell me a situation you’d love to see my Muse go through | Accepting

Song: Charlie's Inferno by The Handsome Devil

She had never thought he'd be denied at the gates of Heaven itself. She stared at Saint Peter as the angel gave her a cheery smile as a hole opened up in the clouds at her feet. The violent pull was quick and she had not a single moment to process what was happening to her as the white pearly gates faded to black.

...

She wasn't too sure how long she was unconscious on the ground but woke up to feeling someone touching her as if searching her body for items. The frantic touches got her to immediately sit up and jerk away from the hands and stare bewildered at a rat...person? Who looked just as surprised as she did.

"Woah calm down mi-...sir? Dude! Chill!" The person stalked closer to Violet hands up with a nervous smile as she scooted away bewildered by the giant talking rat. "I wasn't doin' anything suspicious! Promise... thought you were dead actually." He scoffed seemingly disappointed that she wasn't dead.

Violet looked him up and down as she scooted further back until her back hit a wall and she slowly stood up keeping her eyes on the giant rat.

"What the fuck... are you?" She looked disgusted, the rat man looked offended for a moment and then perked up and gave a mostly toothy grim flashing his yellow chompers at her. "Oh... ew..." He frowned.

"Well first of all Mis... Sir...? Boy? Girl? Buddy! Buddy, first of all, I'm a rodent, specifically a rat! AND not EW... A lot of sinner's teeth are yellow..." He watched the boxheaded person's expression as they nodded confused, peering down at them. "From my masterful deducing skills... you're new here! Hi! I'm Sticky Ricky." He extended a hand out to her. She leaned away more. "I'm not actually Sticky, it's a nickname given to me by the boss... What's your na- Wait, since you're new and I'm soooo generous, we should be buddies, I'll name you, I'll call you...TV boy! cause your head is a TV!"

"...What?" Ricky gestured at his own head then hers. Watched as Hell's newest addition reached up and started touching their nogging confused and alarmed. "What the hell..."

"Yup, that's where we are!" He snorted as he watched the confusion contort into alarm and panic. "Ey, before you freak out how do you like the nickname?" The look he got could only be described as exasperation and bewilderment. "What...?"

"It sucks... Are you serious? I'm... we... why am I in hell?" She jumped finally hearing her own voice, it was... strange. "What is wrong with my voice?" He looked like had something to say about the nickname-sucking comment but refrained.

"Yeah, I'm serious, and I can't tell you. Walk with me, TV boy." He slinked his way over slithering an arm around her shoulders and pulling her alongside him. "TV boy is a mouthful actually... what about... Cable? No?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the other glare. "We'll come up with names later.... uh by the way... what's goin on down... yonder?" He tightened his grip around Violet's shoulder when she tried to pull away from him after he shot that question at her. "Alright... a girl..." He thought for a bit, thinking of what to do with this one. His boss could use someone new. "Eh... Boy. You're a boy. Truuust me it'll be a lot easier lil guy." He cackled from the pointed look he got as he tugged her along. "Truuust me, kid, you are NOT going to regret that. And you look like a boy anyway save for your skirt." Ricky kept pulling Violet along and kept throwing names at her as the two walked and talked.

To be Continued Maybe...

[potentialbreakupscng]

ginny was glad that they decided to start their christmas day off with her family, she wasn't ready for the evening she's going to have with the malfoy family. neither family is thrilled that they've actually started dating. her family seemed to get over it relatively quickly — they seemed more upset that she didn’t up with harry so he could “officially be part of the family one day.” it was a joke when ron said it, and she sent teacups flying toward his head. contrary to popular belief, ron making jokes was a good sign. it meant things were fine.

she wakes the morning of christmas in her old bedroom — limbs tangled with draco’s because he never woke in the same spot as he did when he fell asleep. though his deep sleep and having of accidentally pinning her down with various body parts helped with her sleepwalking. even with the bed enchanted larger to fit the both of them, she still finds various different parts of her pinned under him. after several attempts, they’re both awake and mulling over the schedule for the day. here in the morning for breakfasts and gifts, then at malfoy manor for the evening and day after — since they spent christmas eve with her family. she rolls her eyes at his meticulous planning, and then her haze settles on two wrapped gifts sitting on her dresser. she climbs over him, waving him off when he protests about leaving their rather cozy positions -- a needy little thing he could be sometimes -- and over to the two neatly wrapped presents. ginny moves back to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the one with his name on it out to him and carefully peeling open the gift.

her breath catches in her throat when she sees the giant g on a silver and green jumper -- and looks over to see dracos, in gold and maroon with a giant d on the front.

tears nearly instantly spring to her eyes, her fingers moving and brushing along the knitted jumper. her mum hadn't made these since fred died. tears escape her eyes as she clutches it to her chest, pressing her nose to the collar. "mum used to make these every year for us -- and stopped after the war," she breathes, her voice trembling. she didn't realize until now how much she missed getting these. "mine was usually in the gryffindor colours -- seems like mum switched ours on purpose." ginny stands, the wrapping paper falling to the ground as she pulls it on over the shirt of his that she had stolen to sleep in, and she looks over with a smile -- tears still streaming down her cheeks as she moves toward him. "you're not allowed to complain about it. it's christmas and this means you're part of the family now." she moves to find a pair of pyjama pants to slip on. "c'mon. we'll be late for brekkie, and we have to get down there before ron decides to eat it all."

our muses wearing matching ugly christmas sweaters - @signetrings sent a 🎄

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog July 2, 2023

So I'm mad at my beta! We were chatting back and forth on Discord originally about my WIP fic I'm writing. Yes, the one were I wrote the first 7 chapters back in 2007 before HPDH was released. Anyway, the fic will have 4 parts, and part 1 is the original. I asked her to beta the older chapters so they would be ready to go. Ummmm, she mentioned the whole premise of the fic, was making her anxious. So I stopped her from doing anymore and said no worries. Betaing should not cause stress. Okay we'll get back to me needing a beta at the end of the blog today.

But this is not why I'm mad at her. No.... she mentioned she's writing for @hd-fan-fair this year and did I take a look at the prompts. I said absolutely not because I always get sucked in. So we chatted some more and she said oh just take a look and tell me which one you would write for if you were participating this year.

You see where this is going don't you... Since my muse is on fire these days. I spotted a prompt and boom, full shorter story popped into my head. The final lines and everything. So, yes, I've joined the fest and I blame my beta! Actually, I love @myaulophobia dearly.

What I'm reading:

Yesterday I said I would be reading the first posted story for @hd-wireless. Um, that will be tonight. Because I was just taking a look at my Tumblr feed when @drarryspecificrecs posted the longest Drarry fics for June. Bam! So I read Tandem (92K) by fast-brother (AO3). Who is also another NEW author. OMG where are they coming from? We are so blessed in Drarry. This story, this story I read until I fell asleep last night and woke up early on this Sunday morning to finish it.

Here's the summary: Harry and Draco meet by accident six years after the war. Harry's an Auror with a drinking problem and Draco's a broke student. Things don't work out well. Six years after that, Draco joins the British Auror Office as a Potioneer.

Here's a little more from me: Draco was sentenced to 15 years probation of No Magic and all vaults and Manor confiscated. Lucius and Narcissa were sentenced to Azkaban. The Ministry was a mess during the trials and the Ministry is still in a mess. Ron is Head Auror (love this!) and Harry is also a mess. Great Auror, but drinks too much, has sex too much, and works to hard to push down those hard to deal with feelings.

The story is written from alternating POV, which is quite nice and helpful in understanding the place where both of them are coming from...not a good place originally. The story starts with the meeting after the first 6 years, which is rough. Then Draco moves on, marries, and makes something of his life as Potioneer in France. However, he has no magic so he's learned to do things for himself instead of relying on others' magic to help him. Draco is hired with insistence of one Ron Weasley to come back and work for the Aurors as their UK DMLE Potioneer. Then sparks start to fly...

This fic has one of the best relationships between Ron and Draco that I've read. Hermione too, but mainly R & D. They all love Harry, but...... And Harry, oh I love this Harry despite his being an arse in so much of it. However, he has his story and his telling of what happened in the Forest is unforgettable. And you, too, will fall back in love with our Harry.

There are so many scenes that are memorable but I'm not going to say anymore. You need to read this fic and give one of our New Drarry authors love.

Tandem on AO3

Rom needs Beta Help!

Let me state up front that I do have an Alpha, the wonderous and amazing @m0srael. What I'm looking for is a strong SPAG beta and if you can spot inconsistencies and/or canon issues, even better. I'm an engineer by trade and cannot tell you the last time I took an English/grammar class. I'm terrible with my commas! As my beta was also my Britpicker... I might need one of those later on.

Here's the link to The Azkaban Letters so you can read all of the pairings and warnings. Yes, it is a Drarry fic but.... The prologue is also available to read. The fic, I think will come in at about 200K. I have 90K written. It's broken down into 4 parts and Part 2 will be the longest.

I'd list more but no need to bore most of you. So if interested take a look at the link and prologue. If that doesn't scare you and are interested, you can DM me here on Tumblr.

Thanks for this personal indulgence!

Rom

[icemde]

@raiiryuu asked : 📼

📼 to see an early childhood memory of my muse’s

WHEN HE WOKE UP, THERE WERE TWO THINGS HE REALIZED. the first was hurt. everything hurts. the second was it was cold, so much colder than it was before... before what ?? he squeezed his eyes shut, the pain in his head starting to bloom tenfold.

❝ ...ey. .... ster, i .... starting to ...ke up.

THE VOICE WAS FOREIGN, ONE GRAY COULDN'T PLACE A FACE TO. slowly, he forced his eyes open, head retaliating in pain as he raised his vision up, only to come face to face with a head of black hair. blinking a few times, he attempted to force his eyes to come into focus.

❝mom... ??

THE LAUGH THAT GREETED HIS EARS WASN'T ONE HE KNEW EITHER. it was also much closer than the first voice, which set of some kind of alarm bell within his head. shifting again, he tried to focus on the source of the laugh and hair, only to feel a grip tighten around him. it was only in that moment did he realize he was being carried, wrapped in a jacket that was neither his or his parents.

❝ i wish i could say i am your mother, but i don't want to lie to you. don't worry, though, you're safe now.

THE WOMAN'S VOICE WAS MOTHERLY, BUT IT WASN'T HIS MOTHERS. questions filled gray's mind but the pain continued to drain his energy away. laying his head back against her shoulder, he felt a hand run up and down his back a few times before carding through his dirty and matted hair. a soft hum came from her as she turned her attention to the side, towards what gray could only assume was the source of the first voice he heard.

❝ it's going to be okay little one, you're safe now, and we'll take care of you.

[yzeltia]

Closer to You

Chapter 16 Characters: Natsu Obinata, Fuyu'li cen Zwhan, Jannie Eyradoux, Urianger Augrulet, Thancred Waters, Patient Heaven, Keith Summers, Carter Summers, Claudien @mintibunny 's Minti Chocolate , Mikoto Jinban, Violet Fisher, Hayzel Summers Rating: T for Teen Notes: Thank you @driftward for the mechanics pass and @mintibunny for blorbo sharing and line edits

“The Echo was the only way I could see them…and I suppose chasing that feeling I found myself as Leto, who had devoted herself to helping mothers of the Ancient world. When she met Castor and Pollux…their mother had been killed by some sort of swan creation and had grown up relying on only one another in a world that was not kind to orphans. She gave up her seat of power to a young protege so that she could raise them. To her, they were her star. I will not say I was possessed. My actions were also my own. This world…this world deserved their light.”

Patient rested against a stone as she rubbed her eyes while Natsu sat on her knees in front of her. She pressed her hand to heart, “I cannot deny that they were not special. They took me, a stranger that sounded mad and made sure I had a home and family. It made me realize how much I took for granted…I’d searched so long to find what it was like to be loved by family, I hadn’t seen that family is what you make of it. A friend you travel the world with, a stranger who opens his home to you,  people you work beside every day, a friend that doesn’t mince her words with you…those people can care about you just as much as and sometimes more than someone with blood or familial ties written on paper. I was so blind to those who cared for me before…but Drowning…”

“I know, I could not be with them but I could sense it all,” Patient agreed, reaching out to take Natsu’s hand, “You would have been a wonderful daughter-in-law…”

“I still can be,” Natsu said with a smile.

“As lovely as all this sentiment is, mayhaps we address the kidnapping, impersonation, and I don’t know, the murder,” Thancred said flippantly, gesturing broadly to the trio of kidnappees.

Carter shrugged his shoulders, holding Hayzel asleep in his arms, the latter having lost their Ascian mask. “Hayzel is safe and no one I care about got hurt. Minti, you ready?” he asked before starting to walk away with the Viera in tow.

Keith balked, hurrying after his brother. “What do you mean no one you care about got hurt!? I was hit by a train! Twice,” he yelled, trying to squabble with his brother while Minti shook their head and sighed. 

“In light of what brought me here, I rather not have to broadcast who I saw,” Violet chimed in, holding herself as she blushed.

“Riol,” Jannie hummed with amusement.

“It wouldn't have been weird for him to visit U’odh,” Violet hissed at her fellow warrior or light. 

“I too, find myself embarrassed by the situation that led to my capture. While it was a distressing ordeal, she did see we were well cared for,” Mikoto added.

“Garlond,” Urianger mused, hiding a smile with a spread of cards as Mikoto shot him a cross look.

“Good, great. That's settled. Still murdered someone though,” Thancred pointed out.

“That, I must face my punishment for,” Patient said, rising to her feet. “There is no excuse for what I have done. Even spurred on by my Ancient persona, I could have very well stayed my hand and not let her take control.”

Patient looked at her hand, shaking a bit before looking up at Thancred to respond. “If you must strike me down, you may do so.”

“I will not be the arbiter of your fate. We'll turn you over to Gage and his cohorts for them to decide,” Thancred said before rubbing the back of his head.

“Leon…he's the one who got through to me and woke me up,” Natsu said softly, putting her hand over her heart, the memory feeling like it was a lifetime ago. “For…For Y'zel's sake…Where is my brother? Didn't he assist you?”

Patient shook her head. “Not beyond his writings. I haven't had the occasion to meet him. He eluded me when I sought him out.”

“As with us all,” Thancred.

Natsu looked around concerned then closed her eyes, trying to capture a memory, “Leonnioux woke me up specifically for Y’zel. And then…And then Hypnos, rather Hayzel, said that he did so because of the way Y’zel would react! They said Mikoto had foreseen it.”

Mikoto stepped forward. “This is sounding familiar now, though it sounds like they knew more than I about what I’d seen. A Miqo’te standing in a field of blue.”

Claudien dropped his bow, eyes wide as he turned to Patient. “Do you not have the Heart of Sabik?”

[memento-morianon]

random excerpt

this is from book 2's rough draft, (because i cannot write in a linear fashion) taking place when Morianon and Evarin are on their 5th wedding anniversary vacation to connect with his people and learn more about their culture. Their host is named Zarek, and his oldest son Tezo has voluntarily become their guide for a lot of things. He's very excited to be their friend and help them experience the quetzalin culture! He's also happy to have a reason to practice the "common" international language more, since he's trying to follow his father's footsteps and study linguistics, to become a translator or maybe just to travel outside the rainforest.

excerpt will be partly under a cut because it's long. there is casual nudity but it's not described in detail and the content remains PG aside from that.

Morianon stirred and squinted at the knocking sound that woke him up. Evarin snuggled deeper into his feathers, hiding her face from the early morning light. 

"Sorry to wake you!" Tezo chirped behind the door, "you said you'd like to join a traditional preening, and now is a perfect time." 

"We'll be out in a moment," Morianon called back to him, gently shaking Evarin awake. 

"Early birds," she grumbled, crinkling her snout and rubbing her eyes. Morianon was already on his feet, ruffling his feathers.

"If you're that sleepy, you can take a nap later," he said. Evarin waved a hand dismissively as she got up. 

Once clothed, they joined Tezo outside the guest house. He smiled at them, bouncing on his toes and lightly flicking his tail. 

"I am so happy to show you our traditions," he said, "my friends do not speak other languages, but they know International Sign, so you will not be left out." 

"Thank you," Morianon sighed in relief, "someday, I hope I can hold a full conversation in Quetzalin, but-" 

"We'll get there," Evarin assured him, taking his hand. Tezo nodded enthusiastically, gesturing for them to follow him. 

"You already pronounce our words very good," he said "you will come back again and get better." 

“Of course,” Evarin replied, “every year, at least once a year. If all goes well, we’ll have a hatchling next time we visit.” She squeezed Morianon’s hand and grinned. He wrapped his wing around her, holding her close.

“I am working on it,” Tezo laughed. He guided them over the bridges between trees, past quiet groups of other Quetzalin starting their own morning routines. Morianon looked up and watched a few people leap from their balconies, spreading their wings to fly across the enormous clearing below. A few small flocks of young dancers were already out, twirling in the air, heckling and encouraging each other at the same time. 

“Maybe we should invite some family down here too,” he mused, “just so they can see it.” While he watched the dancers, Tezo skipped ahead with his wings fluttering, calling out to several quetzalin entering a building. They all turned and grinned, calling back and waiting for him.

"Oh those must be his friends," Evarin said, pulling Morianon forward. Tezo waved his friends closer and spoke to them in Quetzalin while gesturing and signing at Morianon and Evarin. 

"These are my family's guests," he signed, "they are learning our language and customs. Be kind and patient." He pointed at both of them in turn; "Norianon and Etharin," he said. Then he pointed at each of his friends; "Lir, Tika, Rou, Otin, Ezi,"and each of them smiled and nodded. Morianon took note of their plumage, focusing on their main colors. Dark blue, red, pale gray, mottled brown, and yellow. 

"We are glad to meet you," Evarin signed, hoping her hand shape was not too foreign to them. But they returned her gesture in kind and she relaxed. 

"Come then, inside," Tezo herded the little flock into the preening spa, letting Morianon and Evarin follow behind him. "We preen nude," he explained while his friends passed through a heavy curtain, "there are shelves for your clothing." 

"Ah, but we only just got dressed," Morianon laughed, holding the curtain aside as he followed Tezo. Evarin hesitated. 

"Tezo?" she called softly. 

"Yes?" he paused with his waist sash half undone. Evarin glanced down at herself, tugging her shirt hem. 

"My body is… very different from yours. Do you think your friends would be uncomfortable seeing me nude?" Tezo tilted his head and pondered for a moment. Morianon squeezed his wife's hand. 

"Ev, they all seem quite nice. I'm sure it's no different from the mud spas back home." 

"Back home, people already knew me," Evarin murmured, pressing her knees together. 

"No one will be uncomfortable with you," Tezo replied, but he smiled apologetically. "They may stare a little; it is rare for outsiders to join the preening." 

"Do what feels comfortable, Ev," Morianon reassured her, "I want you to be here with me." He pulled her forward gently and she followed. 

"I think I'll leave my underwear on this time," she said. 

"That is alright." Tezo removed his clothing and jewelry, tucking it next to his friends' things. "Preening is about comfort. Oh!" He turned with a look of embarrassment. "I forgot to explain preening rules." 

"Rules like no flirting in the spa?" Morianon grinned and untied his waist cloth. "We have that rule at the mud spas too." Evarin smiled, keeping her back to Tezo as she removed her clothes. 

"Yes," Tezo replied, "no being sexy. It is impolite. But, we also have rules about where you can preen another person." He put his hands on his chest. "Shoulders and wings, anyone can preen. Chest and lower, tail, and back, only partners can preen." He moved a hand to his feathered cheek. "Family and friends can preen face and head," he continued, "we use hands for everyone. Preening with your mouth is for loved ones, family or partners, or good good friends." 

"Thank you," Morianon nodded, "we'll be careful." 

Beyond the small curtained room, the others were lounging on benches and the sandy floor. A fountain of water bubbled up from the corner of the spa room, filling a shallow pool. The gray-feathered friend was already in the water, flicking their wings to splash it over their body. Everyone else had spread their wings out, gently laying them over each other’s laps and combing their fingers through the feathers. It reminded Evarin of a braiding circle, laughing with her friends as they all did each other’s hair. 

“It’s cozy in here,” she said, holding Morianon’s hand and keeping close under his wing. He nodded in reply, eyes darting to examine every detail of the space. He admired the feathery carvings on the rounded corners of the walls, painted in every color to represent the whole flock. 

“Norianon, join us,” Tezo waved his hands at the preening circle, getting his friends to scoot over and make room. Morianon followed and sat beside him, letting go of Evarin. She stepped back and sat on another bench nearby, watching as Tezo demonstrated proper preening technique. “Look here,” he said, gently lifting Morianon’s wing feathers, “you have not preened well on your own. It is better with friends; we reach more places.” He picked a few flakes of keratin out of Morianon’s wing, leftovers from his last molt. 

“My friends and family try,” Morianon sighed, shoulders tense. He could feel the dull threat of anxiety in his heartbeat, lingering at the edges of his mind as he allowed Tezo to touch his wings. 

“Watch me,” Tezo said, “this is how we preen. You can try with the others.” His fingers combed over the fibers of Morianon’s feathers, starting from the base and moving toward the tips. His sharp nails pulled the fibers together while also snagging any loose keratin flakes or dead skin and pulling them out. “Hold your fingers at an angle, like this. It works better.” Tezo nodded towards the yellow-feathered quetzalin on Morianon’s other side. “Try with Ezi. And practice speaking too, it is good for you to speak our language.” 

“Yeah,” Morianon nodded and turned towards Ezi. They smiled at him and stretched their wing over his lap. Cautiously, he ran his fingers through their feathers, listening to the quiet conversation all around him. The quetzalin language was chirpy and light, full of trills and clicks. He knew some of the words. Please and thank you, welcome, dancer, watcher, friend. Ezi spoke slow so he could keep up, signing with a free hand occasionally to cover the words he didn’t catch. Little by little, the conversations started to make sense. Gossip, mostly. He smiled. Petty mundane conversation about who was flirting with who, which dancers were catching the most attention in the popular courting circles. His anxiety faded, and he allowed Ezi to preen his feathers in turn. 

Just outside the group, Evarin was also trying to keep up with the conversation. She caught bits and pieces, understanding the tone of humor and sarcasm, noting the central topic of courting dances. The gray friend, Rou, if she remembered right, left the fountain and joined the group, feathers still dripping. 

Evarin smiled as she watched Morianon relax and laugh, stumbling over his words as he tried to speak the language. No one mocked him for it, gently correcting his pronunciation and suggesting words when he faltered. He didn’t turn to look at her, completely engulfed by joy as he became part of the flock. But the others around him did glance towards her now and again. Their eyes lingered on her belly, appearing confused. 

Looking down at herself, trying to figure out what they found so odd, she realized it must have been her belly button. So exposed, the apparent hole in her gut must have caught them off guard. Morianon didn’t have one, she knew. Just a little nub of a scar under his feathers, where she assumed the egg yolk had been connected to him as a fetus. Had he been born in an egg? She wasn’t actually sure, since he claimed his birth mother had been an elf. 

The stares made her nervous. She folded her arms around herself and leaned forward. Morianon was opening up, laughing, making friends. Evarin was alone. She couldn’t keep up with the language, she had no feathers to preen. She longed to sit with her husband, to let someone braid her hair. But Tezo had mentioned that the head was only for close friends and family, and she was a stranger here.

The red-feathered one, she couldn’t remember their name, kept glancing at her more frequently than the others. She caught their eyes and for a moment they stared at each other. They said something quietly to their friend with the dark blue feathers, and then stood and walked away from the group to sit beside Evarin. She straightened up in surprise.

“E-tha-rin?” they asked, waving their hand towards her. She nodded. “Tika,”they said with a grin, tapping their chest. 

“Ket’uh, Tika,” Evarin replied, hoping she had pronounced their “hello” correctly. Tika nodded, eyes bright. They reached their hand out again, curling their fingers slightly. Evarin followed their gaze to her own hand and reached out in reply, letting them touch her. They sat closer, pulling her arm to their lap and looking over it. The hair over her skin was dark and thick, and Tika seemed intrigued by it. They glanced towards her again, tilting their head. She nodded. They hesitantly ran their sharp nails through her arm hairs, combing them as if they were tiny feathers. 

Evarin’s heart felt warm, watching Tika preen her arm hair. They were silent, communicating with her through their eyes and their smile. Hands occupied, they couldn’t sign to her, but it didn’t matter. The room felt so much smaller, suddenly. The distance between Evarin and the preening circle had shrunk, though she hadn’t moved from her spot. Their conversation was louder in her ears, their laughter touched her a little deeper. Tika’s fingernails didn’t leave any marks on her skin, but she felt marked all the same. Like the scars of the stroi, or the braids of the dwarves, proving their place in a family or clan. Evarin had been claimed and given a place; part of the flock.

[misty720]

That's my husband - Ch7:

Monday morning and no alarm sounds to wake the dead was what Chara looked forward to every week. Papyrus still rose early to jog, shower, wake the kids, and make breakfast. Chara still took the horde to school except Papyrus woke her instead of the annoying buzzer from the clock. However, this morning he started with waking his woman with a kiss on the back of her neck and then her shoulder feeling challenged after Sunday's failed advance. Chara squirmed against him as she began coming to and rolled over to wrap her arms around him. He gave her a sweet kiss which she returned and rolled him over her. As if on cue, a knock echoed from the bedroom door and a scruffy little voice called, "Momma, Papa! We're ready for breakfast!"

"NO ONE'S HERE BY THOSE NAMES!" Papyrus answered receiving a light chastising smack on his arm from Chara.

"Go jog. I'll throw some pasteries in the oven and scramble some eggs. I can do that much," she fussed playfully. Her husband just laughed and kissed her before standing up to stretch. "Good morning, Kabel," Chara exited and pat her troublemaker on the top of his head. "How about I make you kids some cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs, and cut some fruit?"

"Did we do something bad?" he asked following her heels down the stairs.

"No, not at all. Why do you ask, my love?"

"Then why are you punishing us with breakfast?"

"KABEL SKELETON, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR MOTHER," Papyrus scolded him leaving the bedroom to go for a run. "I EAT HER COOKING TOO, AND YOU DON'T HEAR ME COMPLAIN."

Chara inhaled slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose. 'That... that's my husband alright...' she thought to herself knowing he didn't mean it how it came off.

"Sorry, Momma..." Kabel obeyed.

"It's alright, sweetie. Just be careful about things you say to others. Think first and ask yourself if it would make you feel bad hearing someone else saying it to you. A lot of times, the answer is correct, but not always. What's funny to one person might be hurtful to another. Everyone is different, my love." After breakfast, Papyrus rode with them so he and Chara could run some errands while out. "Pap, you know you could have stayed home and rested. I know you're tired," she made conversation.

"NONSENSE! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL NEVER TIRE WHEN THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE! BESIDES, I LIKE BEING THE PASSENGER FOR ONCE," he joked.

Chara just smiled, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. 'That is also my husband...' she mused.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING AGAIN??"

"Well, we need groceries for one. I just used the last of the eggs and milk. I thought we might pick you up a new pair of work shoes since yours are starting to break down, the car needs an oil change, and I need to make a payment on your business loan. I also thought we could grab lunch before picking up trouble and minion."

"CAN'T YOU JUST MAIL THE PAYMENT IN OR PAY IT ONLINE??"

"Nope! Processing fees are worse than the gas burned to bring in cash when it's right next to the shopping center where we'll be anyway."

"AND THAT IS WHY YOU HANDLE THE BUDGET. I WOULD JUST PAY THE FEES TO AVOID THE DRIVE TO TOWN."

"We don't have a safety net in the bank by paying excess fees and spending frivolously, Pap. Those extra fees versus gas spent is only a couple hundred a year but it adds up when applied to everything. A couple hundred here and there adds up quick."

"TRUE, BUT TIME IS A MORE PRECIOUS RESOURCE THAN MONEY AND I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE MONEY. WE AREN'T MAKING ANYMORE- WHAT??"

"Are you really about to say 'time'? To the person who was given a way to manipulate time by Gaster?" Papyrus grinned and shrugged.

The first order of business for Chara was the oil change where they were stranded at the shop for an unpredictable amount of time. As she handed the guy behind the counter the key for the transaction, Papyrus told him in jest, "DON'T FORGET TO TOP OFF THE BLINKER FLUID, ALRIGHT. NYEH HEH!"

"Funny, sir... I see what you did there..." the guy replied unamused tagging the key.

'Oh dear stars, that is my husband!' Chara screamed internally and palmed her face in a vain attempt to hide herself cringing at his joke. After receiving the key back, their next stop would be to drop off the payment and spend an hour or so in the store as he went through every pair of shoes available to find the absolute best fitting pair. She had given up rushing him a long time ago. After finally deciding on the perfecg pair, they headed to the grocery store which took half the time getting through with Papyrus because he knew exactly what he needed and where to find it. Chara was the one who liked to browse and take her time deciding which new snacks to try and trying to remember which foods the children randomly decided they suddenly liked or didn't like.

"I'M GOING TO GRAB ALL THE PRODUCE WE NEED WHILE YOU LOOK. SEND ME THAT PART OF THE LIST AND I'LL GRAB IT AND THE MEATS. THIS WAY WE CAN GO HOME AND HAVE LUNCH BEFORE PICKING UP THE KIDS," he offered. Chara agreed and sent him a text with part of her list.

Once everything was loaded in the cart, they stood in line to check out and pay. "Ooh! Someone likes eating healthy! It's not often I see a cart with so much whole food!" the cashier exclaimed in a bubbly voice.

"WE TRY AT LEAST. BUT IT'S HARD TO GET ONE OF MY FOUR TO EAT GREEN STUFF AND IT'S NOT THE ONE YOU THINK," Papyrus cut up with the lady in a hyperbolic manner and pointed to his wife.

"Papyrus!" Chara chastised. "I am not a child so don't lump me in with them."

"Oh! This is your husband?? I would have bet money on you being a child if you hadn't said something! You look so young and adorable!" the cashier kept up her appearance.

"Um, thanks? Yes, that's my husband and he thinks he's a comedian like his brother. Pap, pay the bill and let's go. We don't want to hold the nice lady up."

"DON'T BE SALTY, LOVE. YOU MIGHT JERKY THE MEAT BEFORE WE GET HOME," Papyrus chuckled at his own joke. Chara gave him an indignant side eye taking the receipt from the lady.

"Thank you, miss. Have a good evening," Chara turned to her politely to speak before taking the cart. "Papyrus. Must you?" she hissed exiting the store.

"I WAS ONLY TEASING, DEAR. YOU GET SO TOUCHY OVER BEING THOUGHT OF AS A CHILD SOMETIMES," the tall monster scratched his crown as he put the bags in the trunk.

"Pap, we've been over this so many times. I'm not a child. I'm your wife and people mistake me for your child so damn often if I'm not dressed to the nines. It's frustrating only being seen as an adult through your validation if I'm with you because no one takes me seriously..."

"JOIN THE CLUB, HONEY. NO ONE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY AS AN ADULT UNTIL I BECAME A FATHER. I GET IT. IT SUCKS BEING SEEN AS A PERPETUAL CHILD JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE DIFFERENT. BUT, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE MORE ADULT THAN TO BE SO UPSET OVER A SMALL TEASE THAT MIGHT HAVE MADE SOMEONE ELSE'S LIKELY AWFUL DAY A LITTLE BETTER."

"Grr! How dare you make sense to me and appeal to my empathy." Payrus kissed her cheek climbing into the passenger side and took her free hand. She knew he was right especially about others taking him seriously as an adult. People often mistook his jovial and whimsical nature as childish and innocent, but Papyrus knew all too well the harsh and ugly truths of reality. He simply chose to not let it affect him much. He was an optimistic soul with his own little dark side only Chara was privy to. 'Yep... that's my husband for sure...' she reminded herself as they left for home.

Later that evening after homework, dinner, and nightly baths, Papyrus finished his day catching up on his favorite shows. Two tiny munchkins sat in his lap watching with him while Serif studied in his room with headphones on. Chara leaned on him half asleep from boredom. His detective dramas were not her favorite but she didn't fuss since he didn't always have time to watch them. "Papa!" Sylfae grew restless and began squirming under her blanket.

"YES, PUMPKIN?" he indulged her.

"I wanna play before bedtime! Can we build a fort?!"

"Yeah, Papa! Can we?!" Kabel joined in.

"FIND SOMETHING STURDY, GRAB ALL OF YOUR PILLOWS, AND YOUR BLANKETS," he told them.

"You are actually going to have them drag their bedding down here to set up a mess for me to clean tomorrow?" Chara gave him an unamused scowl.

"I'LL CLEAN IT UP AFTER WE PUT THEM TO BED, I PROMISE. THEY WON'T BE TINY FOREVER, DEAR." She agreed reluctantly and watched as he daughter dragged her dollhouse downstairs to make a wall. Papyrus tossed a large blanket over the back of their couch and the dollhouse to make the cover and another on top to make the back wall. Kabel stuffed the inside full of their pillows and extra blankets. It was then that Papyrus dove inside and barricaded himself in. "I, KING PAPYRUS, HAVE DECLARED THIS MY CASTLE FORT! NYEH HEHEH!!"

"Attack!!" both young ones shouted jumping through the gap where his eye sockets peeked from behind a single pillow knocking him and the blankets down.

"It's too dark!" Sylfae cried.

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KNOCKED IT DOWN, YOU LITTLE GOBLINS!"

"Papa, I'm stuck!!" Kabel exclaimed.

"AS LONG AS YOU'RE BREATHING YOU'RE FINE, SON." He then pulled the blankets off of them and bundled them up. "WELL, NOW THAT IT'S DESTROYED, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?"

"Let's rebuild it! Then, you can read us a story under the roof," Sylfae giggled with excitement.

"YOU TWO KNOCKED IT DOWN SO YOU CAN REBUILD IT. THEN, YOU CAN DECIDE ON WHICH BOOK - WHICH ONE BOOK. IT'S ALMOST BEDTIME." The two rushed to their rooms to grab a book and argued which one was the lucky pick. "NOPE! NO QUARRELS! BRING THEM TO MOMMA AND SHE'LL DECIDE." Chara smiled at him as she draped herself over the back of the sofa.

"Kabel, this is your reading assignment for school. Nice try, but we'll go with minion's pick tonight even though it's a little above your level. This was Serif's book once right?" Chara chose. Papyrus nodded in confirmation and took the novel.

"Rats! Caught again," Kabel sighed.

"What is all the noise??" Serif asked exiting his room for a snack.

"Papa is going to read us a story in the fort we built," Sylfae answered peeking out.

"Which story?" She held up the cover to the small window to show him. "Sweet! I love that one!" Serif joined them in the spacious area making it cramped as Papyrus started reading.

"WHEN I LEFT MY OFFICE THAT BEAUTIFUL SPRING DAY..." As he read the first couple of chapters, the little two dozed off soundly atop their nest of pillows and blankets. Once little snores and steady breathing could be heard, their papa marked the page and carefully removed the top sheets that served as the roof and back wall. He gently cradled his daughter and motioned for Serif to pick up his brother so they could put them in bed. "GOODNIGHT, LITTLE PUMPKIN. I LOVE YOU," he whispered kissing her forehead and tucking her in. Chara was tucking in Kabel when Papyrus entered to tell him goodnight as well. "GOODNIGHT, YOU LITTLE TROUBLEMAKER. JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER AND UNCLE ASRIEL... I LOVE YOU," he spoke softly and brushed the wild wavy strand out of his face.

"We weren't that bad..." Chara pouted.

"WE DIDN'T CALL YOU BOTH THE TROUBLE TWINS FOR NOTHING," he muttered on exit to tell his oldest goodnight. "GOODNIGHT, STINKY! I LOVE YOU TOO!" he spoke to Serif not so quietly and put him in a headlock reminiscent of how Undyne used to do.

"Dad! Come on! I'm almost big enough to take you, ya know!" Serif protested.

"OH YEAH?! YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME! I'VE BEEN FIGHTING YOU SINCE YOU WERE A LITTLE POMEGRANATE IN YOUR MOM'S BELLY! I KNOW ALL OF YOUR MOVES!"

"Alright! Fight me!" Serif laughed as he took out his dad's footing sending both of them to the floor. "You might be bigger, but I'm squirrely!"

As the two wrestled trying to pin the other, Chara warned them, "You better not wake the others up! I'm not staying up with them if you do! Serif, you can stay up since you're so full of energy."

"Not now, Momma! I've got Dad in a full nelson and Imma 'bout to make him tap. Unless he wants to keep wearing me like a backpack!"

"UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I'M FLEXIBLE," Papyrus reminded him as he slipped out and picked Serif up wrapping him around his neck vertebrae in a backbreaker power mover.

"Gah! Dad! No fair! I can't get a grip on you because you're all bones."

"NYEH HEHEHEHEH!! Papyrus laughed all the way to Serif's room where he dumped him on his bed. "GOODNIGHT, STINKER. SLEEP WELL." He petted his son's head, but Serif stood up and wrapped his arms around him.

"Goodnight, Dad. I love you."

"I LOVE YOU TOO, SON. I LOVE YOU KIDS VERY MUCH."

Chara wore a smile that touched her eyes watching them interact. 'Now that... that's my husband,' she said to herself when Serif threw his arms around her and picked her up.

"Love you, Mom," he said hugging her.

"Oh! Serif! I love you too, sweetie, now put me down," she laughed. "I get it. You're taller than me, geeze." She kissed his temple and left for bed with Papyrus in tow.

"THREE KIDS... WHAT WERE WE THINKING?" he mused climbing into bed. "SERIF WAS A SURPRISE, KABEL WAS NOT EXPECTED STILL, AND WE PLANNED SYLFY. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE ALL THREE AND WOULD MURDER SOMEONE OVER THEM WITHOUT HESITATION BUT WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING?"

"Do I really have to answer that for you?" Chara arched a brow at him opening her book to read a little before bed. "Why? Do you regret having them??"

"OF COURSE NOT, BUT BETWEEN THREE CRUMB GOBLINS, YOU, AND WORK, I'M EXHAUSTED."

"All the more motivation to hire more help."

"FAIR. READ TO ME? I STILL LIKE IT WHEN YOU READ YOUR STORIES." He curled up and laid his skull in her lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Of course, my love." She started where she left off the night before reading the first passage again. As his breathing steadied, she couldn't help but think to herself, 'That's my husband, the father of my children, and the love of my life. He's such a dork.' She grinned leaning down to kiss his cheek bone and worm her way into the blankets for sleep. Feeling her shift, Papyrus squeezed her tighter and buried his face into her neck without ever waking up.

End ❤️🧡🤍🧡❤️

@papara-week

[askfatesguardian]

Enough musing... Kreilanna told herself, moving to stand with a small sigh. While the breeze had felt nice, she could only stay away for so long before she was needed at home. Her steps were slow on her way back, with no particular need to rush, and the sun dipped lower in the sky.

It wasn't long before there was a small presence at her side. Together they walked in silence back into the forest. The very one once guarded by the Deity of Life. Kreilanna's home for more than an age now. She gazed at it with a small twinge of sadness which didn't last more than moments. The forest woke the further the Gardevoir retreated within. Thrumming with a inner life that was absent in most others. With a small noise of admiration, the small kit at her feet finally spoke up. "Why does the forest wake up every time you come home, big sister?" Kreilanna could only smile, somewhat sadly. She still felt lonely whenever the kits called her as such, though she didn't comment on it. Those who lived in this forest called each other family... for it was all they had. "I am bound to it. Most of my power lies here, and thus it is more my power waking than the forest itself. Is your Mother around?"

The kit shakes her small head, white tails thrashing in childish anger. "No. Janus hurt himself again and she's dealing with him. Selene is with them." Amused at the pout on the pale kit's face, Kreilanna knelt down to gently brush her fingers against the soft fur to catch the little one's attention. Only once she looked up did the Gardevoir speak.

"Then your big brother will be fine. We'll go see them once I've seen to the forest, how about that?" "Okay!"

[tropicalrpg]

15 today is just a day

i guess more than a space to confide and confess. more than a place where i can go on and on about the things that plague me. this blog is a diary in the sense that it allows me to record my day to day.

(i had a little journal, technically still have it, that was in a way or two meant to serve the same purpose as this blog. actually no, not at all. that journal was meant to be a diary; this blog was meant for me to write. they just ended up being used in the same way because i am me and i can't write daily or write purposeful, pretty prose. they both ended up being used whenever i needed to get something off my chest, instead of, well, to write down my day-to-day and daily literary musings, respectively.)

today was a very plain and boring day. my family isn't home, my parents having gone to an extended family party and my sister having gone camping with her friends. i'm home. tomorrow i'm gonna have to study a lot because i haven't today or yesterday. i have my driving test on wednesday and although i hope i do well, i think i'm gonna fucking bomb it. we'll see.

today i woke up late (10:45, roughly; mostly the fault of yesterday's/today's post, i'd say) and ate late. my dog spent a lot of the morning/early afternoon with me on the couch. then i played some minecraft by myself, then with my friend, then by myself. i spent two hours waiting for turtle eggs to hatch. i read a teeny bit—i wish i'd read more—and watched quite a lot of dimension 20. i'm bad at replying to whatsapp messages. i'm bad at having real life friends. i feel alone whenever i'm by myself in a way that retroactively permeates the moments when i was with friends. that doesn't happen with everyone. i wonder if my real friends are the ones whose company i'll never regret or feel bad about; the ones who i'll never look back on and realize i wasn't really with a friend at all.

i dug a little hole in a candy bag my dad bought. like a little mouse. i didn't want to fully open the bag because that would be so blatant, and i don't know if i can open it. (i don't know what it's for.) i think what i did was worse, to be quite frank. maybe someone really will think a mouse or a store thief opened that hole. i doubt it. i just stole one candy. just one.

2023/04/30

[bangtanpromptsfics]

moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

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