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YOU'VE GOT EMAIL (König X OC: Medical Student!Snow) PART I

Summary: When the Colonel from some Private Military Corporation group accidentally send KorTac's secret file via email to a random civilian girl.

König send wrong email to a wrong person

TWs: A lot curse words (from Snow), both of them being passive-aggressive, slow burn (kinda). I just wrote this for fun

Words Count: 3k (That's a lot for an email lol)

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

02/28/23 at 03:42 pm

Subject: KorTac Tactical Operations File E12345 Classification: Top Secret

Lieutenant,

Apologies for the inappropriate transmission. As head of KorTac Special Forces, securing sensitive documents is of utmost priority. Please confirm deletion of the attached file and we’ll consider the matter closed.

While I understand your confusion receiving such a file unsolicited, KorTac business must remain confidential. I trust a responsible professional such as yourself understands the necessity of discretion in such matters. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if any other issues arise.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

02/28/23 at 07:12 pm

Subject: RE: Creepy email

Excuse me,

I have no idea what you’re talking about. All I know is I got some weird files from ��KorTac Tactical” that I definitely did NOT ask for. Do you know how scary it is to get secret military documents out of nowhere? I thought it was one of my friends pranking me at first.

Instead of lecturing me about deleting things, maybe you should be more careful who you send your “top secret” info to. I’m just trying to study neurology over here, not get dragged into some clandestine Special Forces stuff.

Lighten up a little, yeah? It was an honest mistake I’m sure. No harm done.

Snow

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

02/28/23 at 08:02 pm

Subject: RE: RE: Creepy email

Ms. Farron,

I can assure you there was no “creepy email” or files sent from this office. As Commander of one of the world’s premier private military factions, securing classified intel is of utmost priority. If some file was erroneously transmitted to your address in error, it did not originate from my users.

While I understand the desire to shrug off mistakenly received sensitive documents, national security does not warrant such lackadaisical treatment. If you have relevant data in your possession, basic courtesy requires replying to the original correspondent – in this case, myself – to ascertain the source of error.

Do let me know if you retrieve any files in question. And in future, a bit more discretion and less indignation may serve you well when inadvertently encountering restricted information networks. Consider this a learning experience.

Regards,

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

02/28/23 at 08:22 pm

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Creepy email

Hi Colonel Tightpants,

Thank you for the condescending lecture. As I’ve said THREE times now, I never got any files from you or KorTac or wherever before. All I know is I woke up to an ominous email saying “Top Secret KorTac files” or something. Pretty annoying/alarming for a simple student!

And excuse me for not dropping everything to thoroughly investigate a mistake that wasn’t even mine. Some of us have actual classes to study for, not play secret agent all day.

If you’re so worried about security breaches, maybe focus on your end instead of harassing innocent people via multiple snobby emails. I’ve got better things to do than argue in circles with Mr. High-and-Mighty.

Please remove me from your contact list going forward. And do try to lighten up a little!

Regards,

Snow

P.S. The file is attached. I called it “Creepy Email From Creepy Colonel” for your convenience. Have fun decrypting your own mystery ;)

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

02/28/23 at 09:42 pm

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Creepy email

Ms. Farron,

I will not be spoken to in such a disrespectful and unprofessional manner. While your frustrations are understandable, maintaining proper decorum and respect for sensitive operational matters is not an optional courtesy – it is imperative.

You’re accusations of “harassment” are as unfounded as they are insulting. Do not mistake my patience and courtesy thus far for weakness. Should any real documents surface from my network in error, I expect their immediate return without petulant games or sass.

As a private military organization operating across the globe, security is no light concern for this command. If unable to grasp even the basic responsibility of confirming received documents' origins for the sake of national safety, perhaps the world of intelligence is beyond your current realm of comprehension.

Consider this your final warning. Any further unsubstantiated claims or uncooperative behavior will be met with the full weight of legal action and your academic institution will be notified accordingly. Is that absolutely clear, Ms. Farron?

Reply confirming so or cease contact immediately. I will not tolerate insubordination, especially from an civilian amateur dabbling where she has no clearance. Maintain discretion as instructed or suffer consequences – the choice is yours.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/01/23 at 09:29 am

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Creepy Email

Colonel High-Horse,

Spare me your thinly veiled threats. If you’re so sure I have hide some Top Secret Files™, by all means come search my dorm room yourself since you clearly don’t believe a word I say. Oh wait, you can’t – because there’s NOTHING.

Maybe take a break from power tripping over email and try listening to the person who’s actually involved for once. Not my fault if your big bad security systems have holes. But I guess acknowledging mistakes isn’t very military, is it?

You wanna see uncooperative and petulant? Keep harassing me and I’ll forward our whole conversation to the national news. Something tells me they’d love to hear how easily “the world’s premier private military” loses confidential files.

So for the last time – I did NOT receive ANY files from you or KorTac aside the one you accidentally send. If you’re incapable of comprehending that, then you’re dumber than you look. Consider THIS your final warning to lay off before I take action, Colonel Tightass.

Snow

Formerly Civilian, Currently Pissed Off

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/01/23 at 08:55 am

Subject: Enough

Ms. Farron,

Your insubordination has crossed several lines. While I sought to resolve this discreetly, you force my hand with threats and insults. Know that I do not respond kindly to such provocation.

If you insist upon escalating this beyond reason, so be it. However, tread carefully – you are ignorant of forces beyond your control. Dare to sully KorTac’s name to fuel your petulance, and all your academic and personal records will undergo… thorough review.

Accidents happen, as you claim. But any damage to our operations will not be taken lightly, no matter your perceived innocence. Heed my words well, girl – you do not wish to become an enemy of this command.

Consider this last attempt at civil discourse. Cease contact and let this die, or suffer consequences you cannot imagine. The choice, as before, remains yours.

I expect no further correspondence. You are now on formal notice – proceed at your own peril.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/01/23 at 11:38 pm

Subject: Go to Hell

You want a fight, you’ll get one you pompous prick. Your “command” and threats mean nothing to me.

If anything happens to my academic career or personal life, the world will know exactly who’s responsible. I don’t care how elite you think you are.

Bring whatever you’ve got – I’m not afraid of some borderline psychotic and his glorified gun club. You want a target? Consider it painted on your back from now on.

Have fun trying to intimidate me, ASSHOLE. You just made the worst enemy of your pathetic life.

Goodbye forever. Don’t bother responding – you’re officially dead to me.

Snow Farron

Future Doctor, Current Pain in Your Ass

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/02/23 at 01:29 am

Subject: So Be It

Foolish girl. You have no concept of the forces you now contend with. Consider carefully the hole you’ve dug, for there will be no mercy if you proceed.

However, my integrity will not permit baseless threats against civilians. If you agree to cease hostilities and let this dissolve quietly, no further action will be taken. Your record and life will remain untouched.

The choice is simple – walk away unscathed, or persist in this idiocy and face consequences beyond imagination. Think carefully on your next move, little one. Tread no further, and this can end.

You have one hour for a sensible reply before measures are taken. Make them count.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/03/23 at 02:04 am

Subject: Bite Me

Yeah, I’m real scared of your “forces” and “consequences beyond imagination.” Give me a break.

You think I’m going to bow down to your threats just because you’re some big shot Colonel? Please. I’ve dealt with way scarier than pompous bully babies like you.

So do your worst, tough guy. Come at me with everything you’ve got. I promise it still won’t be enough to make me back down from a pissant fraud like you.

Your “hour” can go fuck itself. You want to end this? Then stay the hell away from me and leave me alone forever. Otherwise this isn’t over by a long shot.

Tick tock, pal. Your time is running out and so is your chance to slink away with your tail between your legs. Better figure out your next move fast!

Not holding my breath for anything “sensible” though. Later, loser!

Snow “Untouchable” Farron

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/05/23 at 11:09 pm

Subject: wassup bitchhhhh

Hey asshooooole its ur girl Snow again!! Had a few dranks w/ friends to forget ur stupid email but the pain remainsss lolll

Jus wanted to let u kno ur still a total dickhead no matter how drunk I get. Probly shouldn’t be emailing u since last time but fuck it YOLO right???

Anyway ur threats meant nothing I had a blast tonight. Try n stop me next time I feel like partying fuck face!!! No1 messes w snow n gets away with it

Also saw some guy who looked like u at the bar what a coincidink lol. Hope he feels as stupid as u in the morn ;))

Hope ur having a shit night missing out on the fun. Don’t reply I prob wont even remember this! Byeeeeeee loser stay mad <33333

Xoxo drunk snow

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/06/23 at 01:50 am

Subject: RE: wassup bitchhhhh

Well well, what have we here. It seems our intrepid Dr. Farron has landed herself in an inebriated state this night.

Can’t say I blame you for seeking alcohol’s comfort after our little disagreement. Dealing with my “stupid emails” and “threats” must have been terribly traumatic. You have my deepest sympathies, truly.

While unwise to conduct militarized business intoxicated, I’ll admit your drunken ramblings provided some mild amusement. The imagery of you partying it up solely to spite me was rather quaint. Do try to stay safe in your revelries, dear – would hate for some unfortunate accident.

As for your daring insinuation about encountering my likeness at a bar, I can assure you my nights are occupied with matters far more pressing than drinking. But I appreciate the laugh, strange as it came from such a belligerent tongue.

Enjoy your hangover, Snow. And sleep well – who knows what mischief tomorrow may bring.

Regards,

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

P.S. Do refrain from over-indulging too often. Wouldn’t want those fine medical skills to dull prematurely, now would we?

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/06/23 at 05:28 am

Subject: RE: RE: wassup bitchhhhh

Yeah yeah, laugh it up. We all do dumb shit when we’re drunk occasionally. At least I have an excuse, unlike you and your constant stick up the ass personality.

That being said, I suppose I owe you an apology for that ridiculous email last night. Not my finest moment, to say the least. But you seem to bring out the worst in me, so.

Consider us even for any “amusement” you got at my expense. I’m suffering enough with this hangover from hell as it is.

Just so we’re clear though – I’m not some damsel for you to patronize or imply threats towards. Keep your smug sarcasm, I don’t need it. We’re done here, got it?

Good. Now fuck off and leave me alone to die in peace, Dickhead von Buzzkill. And next time – lay off the sauce OR lay off me. Your choice, Colonel

Snow “Moderately Sober But Still Pissed” Farron

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/06/23 at 09:33 am

Subject: RE: RE: RE: wassup bitchhhhh

Alright Colonel Buzzkill, I’ll admit my constant insults aren’t getting us anywhere. As much as I hate to inflate that already massive ego of yours, maybe there was a tiny little misunderstanding somewhere along the way.

Med school has been kicking my ass lately and I’ve been on edge. Between the mounting student loans, endless assignments, and stressful exams, I’m about one Red Bull away from a full breakdown. Not that you probably care about such peasant problems.

Anyways, my point is – I may have overreacted a bit to this whole email mixup. Even if it WAS totally not my fault *eyes emoji*. Can’t a girl blow off some steam without the world’s most uptight Colonel threatening her into an early grave?

Lay off with the intimidation tactics already. I said I was sorry for getting drunk and belligerent, more or less. What more do you want, my first born child in sacrifice?

Just, try to lighten up a little if we have to keep interacting for god knows what reason. I’m too exhausted to keep fighting a war on 20 different fronts. Truce?

Overworked and Underpaid,

Snow

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/06/23 at 09:01 pm

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: wassup bitchhhhh

Oh? So the fledgling doctor deigns to admit a modicum of culpability at last. How gracious of her highness to acknowledge her part in this debacle, no matter how begrudgingly.

Though I’ll not deny deriving a certain satisfaction from seeing you squirm, that was never my aim. As Commander of KorTac, security of sensitive data is no laughing matter – a concept you seemed unwilling or unable to grasp at the time.

However, as one engaged in higher pursuits of intellectual rigor and public service, I can understand the pressures that come with such territory. Medical education is a noble yet arduous path, as I’m sure even your addled mind comprehends on occasion.

Very well, Ms. Farron – consider this matter put to rest. A temporary ceasefire it is, for the sake of future global stability if nothing else. But tread not again where you have been warned, or I shall not be so gracious next transgression.

Do try to mind your health and studies in lieu of drunken revelry. Wouldn’t want to lose such a pugnacious spirit to frivolity or misfortune. Now, do run along – no doubt some looming assignment awaits its dissection.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/07/23 at 02:19 am

Subject: Aw, you DO care!

Aww, is that actually concern I detect underneath all the big important Colonel bluster? I’m touched, really. Who knew you had a soft spot for lowly students like me.

Admit it – you just can’t stand the thought of little ol’ me disappearing in some “frivolous misfortune.” You’d miss having me around to aggravate that permanent stick up your butt!

But don’t worry, it’ll take more than a silly paper or two to take me out of commission. Unlike some people, I actually know how to unwind without threatening international incidents *cough cough*.

All jokes aside though, truce accepted on my end too. Maybe now we can move past wanting to strangle each other every time we’re in the same email chain. Small victories, right?

Anyways, gotta get back to the grind. Thanks for not making me regret extending the olive branch…this time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!

Your Favorite Almost-Doctor,

Snow

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/07/23 at 08:05 am

Subject: RE: Aw, you DO care!

Cease this incessant jesting at once, fraulein. I neither “care” for you as anything more than a potential security concern, nor possess any jovial qualities to “aggravate.”

A commander's duties require maintaining surveillance of volatile elements wherever they arise. You have thus far proven yourself quite the unpredictable variable, so forgive my reluctance to take eyes fully off the matter.

As for your studies, consider this the only encouragement they shall receive from me. Master your craft with distinction, then mayhaps our paths need not cross again in the future. Though I admit the thought of you disappearing into obscurity does bring its own satisfactions to ponder.

Now then, if you’re quite finished wasting both our time with your misguided attempts at levity, some of us have real work to which attending. Do try and keep yourself from causing further disruptions, medic. You may resume your “grind” in peace.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

From: [email protected]

To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

03/07/23 at 12:56 pm

Subject: RE: RE: Aw, you DO care!

Always so grumpy, Colonel Grumpy Pants! Lighten up a little, will ya? Not all of us can be stoic hard asses all the time.

Speaking of asses, mine is practically dragging on the floor from exhaustion. Between classes, labs, studying, and my various part-time jobs, I’m surprised I have any brain cells left at all.

Don’t even get me started on these student loans. At this rate, I’ll be paying them off until I’m 90. Not that you military bigwigs have to worry about pesky things like money, I’m sure. Must be nice.

You know, maybe I should just forget this whole doctor thing and become a sugar baby instead. At least then I could afford to eat once in a while AND maybe some lucky rich person would be willing to pay off my debts. What do you think – interested in an investment opportunity? I promise I come with lots of free sass and jokes at your expense!

Kidding of course…or am I? You’ll never know!

Your favorite broke and tired med student,

Snow

From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]

To: [email protected]

03/07/23 at 03:37 pm

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Aw, you DO care!

One of these days that improperly-filtered mouth of yours will find its owner in hot water she can’t jest her way out of, medic. I’d advise reigning in these fanciful sugar baby musings before they land you in a far less pleasant situation.

However, your frustration with the systemic burdens of medical education is…understandable. The modern model leaves much to be desired in terms of sustainability for both student and society. A dysfunction perpetuated by greed and shortsightedness at the highest levels, as with so many ills in this world.

As for offers of “investment,” I’ve no surplus funds to patronize frivolities. Nor the patience to entertain speculative propositions from volatile girls who can’t keep themselves from inviting more trouble than they bargain for. Focus that restless energy on your studies as discussed, and all should proceed smoothly.

Now then, if there are no further inanities requiring response, I’ve a command to oversee. Best of luck with exams and endeavors, Farron. Dismissed.

Colonel König

KorTac Commanding Officer

I will write the next part later when I have time <3

Also comment love and reblogged are very appreciated! 💖

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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(this is my first time writing for earth-42 miles, so please correct me if i get him wrong, ty !)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

((also i'll be distinguishing miles 42 from miles 1610 through his second name, gonzalo, PLEASE CORRECT ME IF IT'S TOO WEIRD/INCORRECT IN THE FIRST PLACE TY... + ART IN THE PIC IS NOT MINE, I JUST EDITED IT, CTTO.))

miles-42 and miles-1610 x reader (twin au <33)

you had known the morales boys your entire life, they were sweet and caring, though only one of them was vocal about it; the other made it hard for you to tell if he cared or just waited for you to shut up and leave him alone. either way, both loved you just as much as you loved them, maybe even a bit more than you believed.

the two were partners in crime, whatever one did, they were sure to have the other's back. be it escaping home for the night to hang out with you, graffitiing some public place behind their dad's back, sneaking into their uncle aaron's place to hang out--they always had each other to get themselves out of trouble.

the two shared everything, as well. in common sibling, and of course, twin, fashion, their shared clothes, a room, a family--and of course, lives together. they were like two peas in a pod, quite literally; they'd share each other's joys, pain, anger, sadness... it was like a twin sense they had, an instinct that everything the one had, the other had to have, too.

but some things just weren't supposed to be shared, and even for the two close brothers, they knew that sentiment very well. there were days when the twins would hide things from each other, some feelings of jealousy, anger, or even... kind of just insecurity about not having what the other has--it hurts them sometimes that they know they can't share everything they have with each other.

even you.

they knew you since they were kids, teased you a whole lot, but protected you when you needed them. they were your best friends of all, even if other friends left you or you left them, they were the ones who stuck by your side the most, who you knew best. they were the real ones, and they loved you a whole lot; you were practically part of their family, as per what rio and jeff told you.

but even if you three were friends your whole lives, the two felt... different about it. as if they thought 'friends' was an incorrect label for what they wanted to be with you. they were big dreamers, both of them were–but the biggest dream of all, for both of them, was to make you theirs. and they don't mean to share you, they mean you pick either of them, be it gonzalo or miles.

gonzalo is subtle about dropping hints on how much he likes you, he only gives you a small sliver, a small taste of how much he really feels about you. he keeps you company when you're lonely, and he doesn't chat up a storm as much as his twin; in fact, you barely notice he's there, but somehow, you feel comfortable and safe around, especially when you finally notice him there.

you feel bad that he sometimes goes unnoticed to you when he hangs around you, but he doesn't mind–he can want you attention, it's a big honor for him to have it all to himself, but he wants to earn your attention, not force it out of you.

unlike miles, gonzalo is more of a listener, like a really intent listener. miles is great to talk to, it's a two-way street, you talk and listen, he talks and listens; but gonzalo always seems to listen, just mainly listening to you is the best he can do.

he didn't really feel like he was the best person to go to for advice, he'd rather listen to your problems and help you solve it on your own. he's unsure of how to solve a lot of problems on his own, so helping other people solve theirs? yeah, he worries a whole lot about what he says, even if he doesn't show it.

he cares about you so much, and he knows how capable you are, he tends to worry less in general because he trusts you so much. but if you really needed him, oh goodness, boy does not hold back on helping you, defending you, even.

he appears scary to a lot of people, and he uses that to his advantage. one time, you needed him to pretend to be your boyfriend for a couple of days, just to shake off some creeps who can't take the hint that you weren't interested. it got to the point where, when miles wasn't around, gonzalo confronted those guys and, nonchalantly, threw their lunch in their faces.

he did not flinch at all, and, without hesitation, he took your hand and ran away with you out of the cafeteria. when you asked him where he was taking you, he just said he'd take you far away from them, and even if they'd follow you, he'd beat their asses for real. like hell he'd let anything happen to you, let anyone else think they can have you.

"i held back because i'm a nice guy, like you say. and because i'm nice, i won't beat the crap out of them, yet. but they gotta understand... they can never be with you the way we're together."

you thought you knew what gonzalo meant to say, you thought he meant it in the nicest, friendliest way possible--and he sort of did, but he meant that... no one else can have what he wants with you; this romance with you that he's pictured in his head over and over again, but is too afraid to tell you and own up to his feelings.

he's scared he'll scare you away and lose you.

unlike miles, who always seems to share a laugh with you. miles is sometimes mistaken as your boyfriend, what with your friends and your parents always seeing you two together. you both loved art and music, hung out together several times, even without gonzalo, to share the pieces you two made, listen to music together, maybe graffiti a few walls here and there without his dad knowing; it was bliss, being with miles.

miles made you feel like the world was your oyster, he never restricted you to anything because he knew what it was like to be restricted from a lot of things.

unlike gonzalo, miles talks to you while he listens. he offers you advice, tries to solve your problems for you. and though you really appreciate his help, you somehow feel like he makes it his duty to take up your burdens and make them his own. miles has always been that way, selfless and people-loving, but it hurt you a lot to know that miles can't even help himself first a lot of the time.

he keeps telling you he's okay, he's not at all in any trouble, and even if he looks okay, you knew for a fact those were lies. miles wasn't the best liar, he was kind of compulsively lying, but the only lies he ever told you and everyone else he knew and cared about were that he was okay.

you really wanted to help him, but miles is stubborn; he insists he doesn't need help, he's "okay! what about you?" that's all he ever retorts with. as much as you loved miles, there were just times when you couldn't help him, not because you weren't just sure where to start, but he really closed himself off a lot of the time.

but, he's trying. he expresses himself through his art, and slowly, all his feelings unravel when you ask him about it. he could go on for hours on end about how much he put his feelings, his thoughts, his ideals into his work; how much love he imbued in every single bit of it.

one time, he made you a portrait; he was doing it subconsciously, maybe he did out of longing for you because he made it when you and your family were on vacation. he didn't realize it was you until gonzalo pointed it out, and slowly, he came to draw you, illustrate you, more and more, with and without him realizing that, in all his works... you're always the constant.

gonzalo encouraged him to hand it to you when you got back, but he was scared; what if you found it weird? what if you found it creepy? what if it was actually disproportionate to how you really looked? would you even recognize it was you?

but despite his overwhelming thoughts, he decided that he'd find out the answers when you gave it to him. and thus, he presented it to you the day you came home.

he hesitated, of course, he was nervous--fumbling over his words and laughing awkwardly to himself as you looked at the portrait.

"i know, i know, it's... kinda weird, no? like, out of the blue, you just came to mind. and i guess my hands just had minds of their own, it seems. ha, ah, um, well... hah, do you like it? is it... any good, or...?"

when you told him, without a second thought, that you loved it; he was so relieved. his confidence came back and he showed you more of what he made. though he was a little embarrassed because he thought some parts were off, some parts didn't capture the right essence of you--all that mattered to him was that you were happy, you liked what he made you.

but he could never tell you why you came to mind those days, why you were all he could think of that he drew you over and over and over again. when he listened to his favorite songs, only you came up to mind.

he's scared that if he tells you, he loses you.

the twins talked about how they felt about you to each other, and they came to a joint conclusion: they both loved you. well, that was okay, sort of... not that they'd stop being brothers if you liked either one of them.

"you know i'm not gonna lose to you though, right? i like them a whole lot, and... i care about them."

"hah, what makes you think i don't feel that way about them, too? you watch your back, brother, they'll be mine in no time."

guess it's double the trouble for you, with both morales boys pursuing you and your love.

a/n: yes i was inspired by the scene in the movie, you got me <33

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rzyraffek · 2 years ago

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hey its my birthday fan you write billy lenz giving me sloppy toppy and straight up cumming on my face

Bro wtf I just watched this movie hour ago😰😰 and now I get random request about it! Happy birthday by the way. And its 5:42 am here Requests open!

Tw:Billy Lenz, blowjob, choking? Also I mention y/n as 'you/your' so if that makes you uncomfy I warned you

Billy Lenz reciving oral

First of all, he is 100% virgin. Only watched people do stuff

He knew it will be nice but he didnt expect it to be this nice

His sweet sweet piggy sucking on his cock, taking it so well just for him

He loves the noises you make, the feeling of tounge moving inside, the idea of you trusting him enough to let him almost chocke you its all so so arousing

He will say a lot of nasty stuff, degrading mostly but sometimes he will say some praises like "you taking billy's cock so well piggy" stuff like that

He is always in goofy mood so he will probably cum on your face just for funzies and your reaction. He also loves the face you make after you get the whole load on your pretty skin. And little gaps when it gets in your hair or other places that you didn't want it to come

He also loves watching her do stuff without his help, he just stares right in the eyes while you take him whole. While he just lays down or sits comfortably

But at the same time oh how he loves moving inside you while he just holds your head. Its such good feeling for him! Its difficult for him to decide what position he should be in really.

After doing that first time he is going to do it everyday litteraly, if you disagree he will beg, no kidding he is kinda addicted

Also if you wanna receive oral he will experiment no problem! He is a curious being really! Also im sure he thinks that you are delicious!

But he prefers reciving it much more than giving. Its just so satisfying to see you under him

Also you need to teach him all about after-care because im not sure if he even knows what's words 'care' or 'comforting' mean

And he forgors that people need air to live, sometimes you have to smack him so he remembers that no, alive y/n is much better than dead y/n, so better let her breath

Cummin on face kinda became a habit, but he still tries to make it a surprise because he loves that shoked face when you realise that he just busted a nut in you

And any form of praise makes him melt, if u say anything positive about his size or position or movements or litteraly anything he will go 😍😳 either immediately cum or get ready for next round

After the whole thing, you go wash ur face he will just fallow you, its kinda how he shows affection afterwards, fallowing you behind probably hoping that you go lay in bed so he can cuddle and litteraly glue to you for next 5hours

Anyways i never wrote smuty stuff before,If any of my friends will see this im going to never get out of my house again btw. Also I had to google sloppy toppy😭😭😭 pls tell me if I did well 😥i feel so so green. Also I'm always so spooked that I mistake Billy Lenz for Billy Loomis and imma confuse the hell out of person requesting

#slasher x reader #billy lenz x you #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz smut #billy lenz #black christmas

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rippleclan · 5 months ago

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RippleClan: Moon 48

Weedfoot and James discover that Scalekit is extremely sensitive to certain sounds and textures. He starts crying at the feeling of leather.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and James stand behind Scalekit, who is an older kit now. Under Scalekit, it says + NEW SKILL: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER, + PERMANENT CONDITION: SENSORY SENSITIVITIES. Fennelspot tells the group, “We’re a sensitive species. Some more than others.”]

(James: 124, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Weedfoot: 97, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Scalekit: 1, male, kit, lonesome, avid play-fighter)

(Fennelspot: 105, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

Rustshade tells himself he cannot let his feelings consume him, he must move on. Clammask’s grief begins to lessen. Weedfoot picks herself out of her nest and begins her day anew, a fresh conviction in her heart.

[Image ID: Rustshade, Clammask, and Weedfoot stand together. Under each of them, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

(Rustshade: 92, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Clammask: 42, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Weedfoot: 97, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

Spikecrash and Darkkick have both healed, but remain scarred by their injuries.

[Image ID: Spikecrash has a small scar at the base of her tail, while Darkkick has scars wrapping his tail. Under Spikecrash, it says - CONDITION: BROKEN BACK. Under Darkkick, it says - CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL.]

(Spikecrash: 23, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Darkkick: 108, male, warrior, lonesome, talented swimmer, understands nature)

The new cleric apprentice from AshClan, Terracottapaw, comes asking for horsetail. They refuse to say why AshClan needs them but RippleClan still provides them with horsetail.

[Image ID: Paleseed tells a ginger tabby apprentice with white markings “You can talk to me if you’d like.”]

---

“I can’t believe I have another mediator to work with!” Paleseed cheered as she walked alongside Spikecrash. “I thought it would be ages before I had someone else with my training to help.”

“You can’t really call it training,” Spikecrash reminded her, features squishing together in awkward humility. “It’s just lived experience.”

“I’m just glad I’m not alone in this,” Paleseed purred, rubbing against Spikecrash. “I was worried I would ruin everything without help.”

“I’m sure you would have been fine without me,” Spikecrash sighed.

The pair approached the AshClan border near the end of a long, hot day. Bugs swarmed around Paleseed’s face and made her nose itch. A bug bute swelled in Spikecrash’s ear. The mediators almost couldn’t breathe through the thick humidity, but still they pressed on, hoping the cool night would quell some of the bugs. When the border came into view, there were already a few mediators waiting for them. There was Shellstripe, whom had offered a lot of valuable training during Gatherings and meetings. Two of Paleseed’s good friends, Frogbelly and Eveningshade, waited as well. An unfamiliar ginger apprentice lingered behind them, carefully eyeing the approaching cats.

“Ready for your first mediator meeting?” Paleseed asked, taking a deep breath.

“I think you are more nervous than I am,” Spikecrash said before pressing on. She and Paleseed stopped just a tail-length from the border, batting away gnats that tried to crawl onto their eyes.

“Good evening, Paleseed!” Frogbelly chirped, fur fluffing up at the sight of his friend. When he and the other AshClan cats spotted Spikecrash, he said “Oh, a new friend! Newtstream mentioned a potential future mediator in RippleClan!”

“Everyone, this is Spikecrash,” Paleseed explained, gently nudging Spikecrash’s chin up. “A horse broke her back, so we brought her to camp. She decided to become a mediator while she healed!”

“Recovering from a broken back is impressive, Mediator Spikecrash,” Eveningshade purred, bowing slightly. “Your clerics are skilled. StarClan must have blessed your recovery.”

“I’ll have this scar for the rest of my life,” Spikecrash sighed, showing off the deep gouge a bit above her tail, “but I can walk. The scar still aches sometimes.”

“Better some aches than to be paralyzed,” Eveningshade said with a dismissive flick of her whiskers.

“We were going to talk about how we can improve relations between our Clans, what with one of our apprentices abandoning us for your ranks,” Shellstripe gulped, “but we should start by getting to know you better, Mediator Spikecrash. Perhaps soon enough, we’ll be able to drop the honorific. I am Shellstripe, and this is Eveningshade and Frogbelly.” The gray and lilac cats stood taller when their names were spoken.

“You haven’t introduced this one yet,” Paleseed said. She nodded to the ginger cat lingering behind the group. “You must be newly apprenticed. What’s your name?”

“I am Terracottapaw,” the apprentice gulped, carefully slinking between the mediators. “I am Newtstream’s apprentice.” They squeezed their eyes tight and said very quickly, as though under interrogation, “I may smell like a tom but I am not a tom and want you to think of me as something else with they and them!”

“No need to be nervous, Terracottapaw!” Paleseed said. She crouched a bit to reach the small apprentice’s level. “My sister Puddlewhisper used to be a tom too. If you ever need a friend to talk to, I’m sure she’d love to chat with you at the next Gathering. It’s not the same experience, but she could help!” Terracottapaw nodded stiffly, not meeting Paleseed’s heather eyes.

“I thought this meeting was just for mediators,” Spikecrash noted. “What is a cleric apprentice doing here?”

“I have an official request for RippleClan,” Terracottapaw mumbled. Paleseed almost couldn’t hear them.

“Why don’t you and I step to the side?” Paleseed suggested, nodding to a tree that straddled the border. “Spikecrash can get acquainted with the other mediators that way.” Spikecrash stiffened as Frogbelly suddenly bombarded her with questions. Terracottapaw slunk away. Paleseed followed on her side of the border until they stopped by the trunk of the bordering tree. She rubbed against the tree, rubbing away bugs swarming her face.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Terracottapaw,” Paleseed said as the young apprentice carefully sat, “but why is Newtstream not here with you? It’s a big task to send a new apprentice out without their mentor.”

“We need horsetail, if your Clan has any to spare,” Terracottapaw asked softly.

“Wouldn’t it be better to ask SlugClan for horsetail?” Paleseed suggested. “Their territory is better suited to growing horsetail. They’d be more likely to have extra.”

“Do you not have some?” Terracottapaw stammered, eyes wide. “Please! Newtstream said it has to come from RippleClan for the ritual to work!”

“Ritual?” Paleseed said. “What do you mean?” Terracottapaw squeezed their muzzle shut tight. They glanced toward the mediators, who were utterly absorbed in conversation with Spikecrash. They shivered despite the heavy heat. “You can talk to me if you’d like. You look like you have a lot on your shoulders for someone so young.”

“I just need the horsetail,” Terracottapaw gulped, shaking their head.

“I can ask Fennelspot if he has any to spare,” Paleseed sighed. Before she could pry any further, Spikecrash and the AshClan mediators strolled over to her and Terracottapaw. The ginger apprentice slipped back behind Shellstripe as they looped Paleseed in on their conversation.

What was happening in AshClan?

(Paleseed: 14, female, mediator, insecure, fast runner, steady paws)

(Spikecrash: 23, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

Halibutdusk realized tom doesn’t describe how they feel anymore.

[Image ID: Halibutdusk sits in the middle of the screen. Under them, it says LEVEL UP! MALE -> NON-BINARY (THEY/THEM).]

(Halibutdusk: 40, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

Mosspaw plays with Lemmy along the border.

[Image ID: Mosspaw tells Lemmy “Maybe you’re too scared to spar with me.” Lemmy responds, “Excuse me?”]

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Mosspaw had been on a hunting assessment when he saw Lemmy again. She was on RippleClan’s side of the river, sniffing at the current. Her whiskers twitched as the water sprayed her face with a soft mist. Her blue eyes scanned the territory but could not see Mosspaw’s dark pelt in the dappled shadows of the brush.

Downstar warned the Clan to keep an eye out for the attackers. Clammask warned Mosspaw to get backup if he saw any of the three cats again. Yet this tortoiseshell intrigued him. Were her friends waiting for a signal to attack? Was she looking for someone to kill? Hmm…

“If you’re looking to plan an ambush,” Mosspaw called, stalking out of the undergrowth, “you’ve picked a bad spot to wait.” Lenny’s eyes tightened. Her claws slipped out. Her tail thrashed about as she readied herself for the approaching attacker.

“You don’t have to be here,” Lemmy growled. “I’m not looking for a fight.”

“And yet you and your friends tried to kill me,” Mosspaw scoffed, taking a cocky step forward. “Can you explain why?” Lemmy fluffed herself up, trying to appear bigger than she was.

“You’re young,” she said. “You can leave this Clan and respect your ancestors rather than insult their rest with rituals and shrines.”

“I think you have an odd perspective on the Clans,” Mosspaw laughed. “But if you’re not going to kill me, might as well let you know my name. I’m Mosspaw. I overheard your friends call you Lemmy.”

“Go,” Lemmy hissed. “My fight’s not with you.” She turned back to the river.

“Maybe you’re too scared to spar with me,” Mosspaw chuckled. He risked a few steps closer.

“Excuse me?” Lemmy faced Mosspaw again, lips curled.

“You’re here to learn more about the Clans, aren’t you?” Mosspaw laughed, wiggling his flank. “Why not see how a Clan cat fights? A friendly spar between would-be killer and would-be victim.”

“You are an imbecile,” Lemmy snapped with a violent slash of her tail.

“You could say I have my father’s charm,” Mosspaw purred. “I’m just a tom who sees a pretty molly and wants to get to know her.”

“You want to spar?” Lemmy huffed. She crouched, claws sliding out and eyes sharp. “Fine then. Let’s spar.”

“This will be fun!” Mosspaw laughed as Lemmy pounced.

(Mosspaw: 9, male, caretaker apprentice, shameless, stares at fire)

(Lemmy: 24, female, rogue(?), cold, deep StarClan bond)

Mousesong scents AshClan on the territory, despite the good relations between Clans.

[Image ID: Mousesong looks up at a big tree, calling “Terracottapaw? Is that you?” Behind her, a massive dog pounces.]

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As a codekeeper, it was Mousesong’s responsibility to enforce the code on her Clan, and that meant following up on the occasional rumor. She’d overheard an odd rumor one sleepless night in the warrior’s den that Elmsprout’s reason for joining RippleClan could have been to smuggle oceanic resources to her home under the guise of sanctuary. Now, Mousesong did not believe the rumor. Eelstar looked frustrated enough at Gatherings to make her think Elmsprout’s asylum was legitimate (although he had been oddly absent from the last Gathering, replaced instead by his deputy Barkfur). Still, it was worth setting up a stakeout by the AshClan border in the wee glimmers of the morning, bugs dancing around her ears and nipping at her scalp.

Mousesong didn’t have many places to hide with her bright white fur. She wasn’t much of a climber, which meant she couldn’t really hide in the trees. Would she have to smear her pelt with mud and crawl under a bush? Maybe there would be a thick enough shrub or something with white flowers to keep her camouflaged…

A strong fear scent slammed into Mousesong’s nose, making her stumble. StarClan was it thick! And fresh too, only minutes old. It certainly wasn’t RippleClan scent. No, the smell was AshClan through and through. What was an AshClan cat doing in RippleClan? Mousesong thought they were trying to stay friendly, despite the issue with Elmsprout. Why did they smell so terrified?

The odd scent was far more important than a rumor Mousesong already didn’t believe in. Her eyes traced an unseen trail further into RippleClan territory. Ears sharp and alert for sounds of an ambush, Mousesong followed the trail. She didn’t have to go far, however. Her tense ears picked up a hard sobbing sound from somewhere overhead.

Mousesong scanned the trees, searching for odd colors amidst the low-lit green leaves. The fear scent slipped up a thick, round beech tree. A bright ginger pelt clung to a branch far overhead, shaking so violently that leaves tumbled off the twigs. Mousesong recognized the apprentice from the last Gathering a few days ago.

“Terracottapaw?” Mousesong called. “Is that you?” Terracottapaw gasped, silver eyes locking onto Mousesong like she was a bear.

“It’s after me,” Terracottapaw whined. “Autumnstar sent it after me!” They buried their face against the thick branch.

“What’s happening?” Mousesong huffed, looking about for a threat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Terracottapaw cried, refusing to lift their head. “Run, please!”

“I’m taking you back to AshClan,” Mousesong said. “I’ll keep you safe.” Her words began to falter as the sound of heavy paws grew closer. She could hear the thick panting well before she turned around. Claws at the ready, she arched her back and hissed at the approaching beast.

It was just like her sister described it from her own encounter as an apprentice; a massive dog, bigger than any dog she’d ever seen before. Tall, pointed ears, sharp as claws. Wild eyes. Hungry jaws.

Terracottapaw was gone by the time a patrol found Mousesong’s body.

(Mousesong: 25, female, codekeeper, loyal, keen eye)

#warrior cats #rippleclan #clangen #warriors #rippleclan story #weedfoot #james #scalekit #fennelspot #halibutdusk #mosspaw #lemmy #mousesong #terracottapaw #paleseed #spikecrash #darkkick #rustshade #clammask

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dizzybee03 · 1 year ago

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Something Sinful Happening on Sunday

A Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC (Ryan Reagan) story. #3 in the series

Warnings: slight smut (dry humping)

6 weeks, 42 days, 1008 hours, that's how much time had passed since Ryan and Beau’s first date. In that time the two had been together as much as they possibly could- between life as a police officer and Navy admiral that looked a little different for them than most couples.

True to his word, Beau had been nothing but a gentleman and they had taken things slow and not rushed into having sex. Sure there had been lots of cuddling and making out like teenagers but there had also been many hours just spent talking until the wee hours of the morning.

Ryan’s work schedule was not normal and made it hard to plan normal dates since one week she may be off on Wednesday and Thursday while the next she may be off Friday and Saturday . Beau didn’t mind, he understood better than most what crazy schedules were like and was willing to meet up whenever Ryan was available. That meant the two met for lunch (almost everyday in fact) and a few evenings a week Beau drove to Ryan’s house to spend an hour or two with her after her shift. This week Beau had invited Ryan over on her Sunday off-he wanted to impress her with his culinary skills.

As Ryan pulled her 1970 black and gold El Camino into the driveway of Beau’s 2 story bungalow she felt the weight of the work week lift away. Work had been extra grueling this week and she was having a hard time shaking it. An evening with Beau was just what she needed though and she couldn't wait to get inside and be in his calming presence.

“Honey I’m home” Ryan said as she walked in the front door without knocking and closed it behind her. “I’m in the kitchen '' Beau hollers in response. Ryan kicked her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bench in the entryway before heading towards the kitchen at the back of the house. Everything in Beau’s house had a place and Ryan tried to respect that when she was there.

“Smells heavenly in here” Ryan said, walking up behind Beau and wrapping her arms around his waist. He turned around in her embrace kissing her softly on the lips before taking in her appearance. The circles under her eyes were dark and her small smile wasn’t quite as bright as it normally was when she said “try to ignore the fact that I look like a hot mess. I had every intention of wearing something cute tonight but couldn’t find the energy to do more than throw my hair up and change into these old sweats.”

“Sweets you take my breath away no matter what you have on. Did you get your errands done this morning like you wanted?”

“No, not at all, I had every intention of getting up when my alarm went off and pretending to be a productive member of society but instead I slept until noon and then binged The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I didn’t move off my couch until it was time to drag my lazy ass over here.”

“ I think you’re allowed to have a lazy day after the week you had. I know you're tired and stressed out. Did you end up saying anything to Sgt Hollon about your concerns for Officer Roberts not being cut out for patrol?”

“I’m not sure she wanted to hear what I had to say but yeah I talked to her. I get that his dad is a big wig on the city council, but that shouldn’t matter when the kid continues to make big mistakes. I asked him twice last night if he had searched the suspect we were getting ready to transport to the jail. He told me twice that he had and yet when I searched the guy I found 2 crack rocks in the toe of his sock. Not to mention the fact that twice this week he failed to do an inspection of our squad car before our shift started….I’ve taught him to do this not only to CYA (Cover Your Ass) but for officer safety. Luckily I didn’t trust that it had been done and went ahead to check the back seats. I’m glad I did too because someone had ditched a knife under the bench seat. It’s bordering on an officer safety issue. Not to mention the fact that he sucks at building rapport, can’t write a report to save his life and instead of de-escalating situations has a way of making them worse. Last night I thought about leaving my gear in the driveway and telling command to just come get it cause I quit. Shit I’m sorry for just throwing that all at you.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for. Sometimes it helps to just get that stuff off your chest even if it just comes barreling out in a jumbled mess. ”Beau said while running his hands up and down Ryan's back. I’m just sorry your week has been so stressful and that the department seems to be showing so much favoritism because this douchebag's dad is on the city council. Maybe…..”Beau started to say before being interrupted by Ryan’s mouth covering his own in a kiss that was meant to stop him from talking.

“I don’t really wanna talk about work anymore tonight” she said before kissing Beau again quickly.

He chuckled saying “what DO you wanna do then?”

“Well…..first I wanna eat whatever yummy goodness you’ve got in the oven and then I wanna cuddle up on the couch with you…….and maybe make out like horny teenagers”.

“It’s chicken parmigiana and garlic bread and you definitely make me feel like a horny teenager. I’ve taken more cold showers in the last month and a half than I care to admit” Beau said while fixing a plate of food and handing it to Ryan.

“I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry” Ryan said, smacking Beau’s ass before taking the food and sitting at the small table in the kitchen. “How was golf with Solomon?” She asked.

“It was alright, like usual he kicked my ass. I’m honestly not sure why I keep agreeing to play with him. Sol wants to have you and I over for dinner with him and Muriel one night soon. I told him I’d talk with you and see what your next nights off looked like.”

The conversation continued to flow while they ate dinner and once the dinner mess had been cleaned up they settled in the living room. Beau turned the TV on changing it to the NFL RedZone channel saying “Chargers are playing the Steelers tonight, mind if we watch for a bit?”

“Nope, I don’t mind” the two spent the next half hour sitting side by side on Beau’s couch watching football. Ryan was absent-mindedly running her fingernails up and down Beau’s thigh. Twice Beau’s breath hitched as Ryan’s hand got dangerously high. Ryan shifted closer to Beau on the couch, his arm behind her back and his hand caressing the side of her breast. Silently Ryan turned and straddled Beau’s lap. Her hands went to his hair as she whispered “I’m gonna need you to kiss me.”

“I think I can handle that.” Beau said, his voice thick with lust. His hand that was tangled in Ryan’s hair pulled her head down so that their noses were touching, their lips seeking each other out in the most sensual kiss. It was as if their tongues were dancing the tango. The kiss was slow, but intense. Beau’s other hand was kneading Ryan’s firm ass. The sensation caused her to rock her hips back and forth. There was no denying how turned on they both were. Ryan could feel Beau’s impossibly hard erection underneath her as she continued to rock her clothed hips back and forth over Beau’s. Kissing down his chin and neck Ryan moaned “God Beau I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby, you've got me close too” he said as the hand that had been on her ass came around and started palming her covered pussy. His thumb stroked her clit causing Ryan to rock her hips in a frenzied manner, Beau's own hips jerked up the faster that Ryan went bucking up one last time as he climaxed while Ryan leaned back slightly squeezing her covered breasts as she rode out her own high. Ryan slumped over Beau’s shoulder, tucking her head into the side of his neck chuckling. “What’s so funny?” Beau asked.

“Oh just the fact that it’s been long enough since I’ve had sex that you barely touched me and I came like it was my first time. Can you imagine how good it’s gonna be when we do this with our clothes off? God it’s almost sinful the way you make me feel.”

“Honey I think about it all the time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go clean myself up and change my pants because you aren’t the only one that came like it was your first time.” Beau said, rising up from the couch.

“Don’t take too long Admiral, the football game is almost over and then it’s my turn to pick a show.” Ryan said, pinching Beau’s ass as he walked off towards his bedroom. “Aye aye ma’am” he said, giving her a mock salute.

Ryan settled back on the couch chuckling to herself “we are such horny teenagers.”

#beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #top gun maverick #movies #beau cyclone simpson x you #beau cyclone simpson x reader #beau simpson x reader #Beau Cyclone Simpson x OC #Beau Simpson fan fiction

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astridthekhajiit375 · 9 days ago

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Prompt List

Choose a minimum of three prompts for a request please!

#1 "Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

#2 "Promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain as it's unfair that we laughed together, and you cried alone."

#3 "My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run."

#4 "If you steal the blankets, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

#5 "You smell good."

#6 "Your cuteness is making them all stare. Stop it."

#7 "Can we just stay in bed?"

#8 "I'm not moving, your lap is comfortable."

#9 "I'm really tired, just cuddle me."

#10 "You know I'll always be here, right?"

#11 "I...um...Can I hold your hand?"

#12 "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

#13 Wait, don't pull away...Not yet."

#14 "Starting a family does not mean the end of the adventure."

#15 "I can't save the world without you!"

#16 "And when were you going to tell me?"

#17 "Come on. Bedtime."

#18 "We can't be friends anymore...I will always see you as something else."

#19 "If it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost. I'm so glad you came into my life."

#20 "You're a wonderful person. Never forget that."

#21 "I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

#22 "The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky."

#23 "Are you jealous of (blank)?"

#24 "(blank) has no idea what they're missing."

#25 "Can you picture it? You and I together?"

#26 "Is it because of who I am?"

#27 "You always know what to say."

#28 "This is your fault."

#29 "Take responsibility for it."

#30 "There is nothing wrong with wanting to get married someday."

#31 "I didn't think we'd ever do it."

#32 "I'm glad you're here."

#33 "Just tell me what you need...let me give it to you."

#34 "I trust you with the parts of me that I have been so afraid to share."

#35 "Your eyes are so beautiful in this light."

#36 "Let's go for a walk. You need some air."

#37 "I do enjoy having you around! If I didn't, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

#38 "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

#39 "You can be here with me as long as you'd like."

#40 "You saved me when I thought I was past saving."

#41 "I've never had a child before..."

#42 "Does it hurt?"

#43 "Please. You need to rest."

#44 "Let me look after you! It's my responsibility!"

#45 "I think I'm pregnant."

#46 "Y-you are...pregnant?"

#47 "Is it mine?"

#48 "I want to feel it kick."

#49 "They're kicking! That's so cool!"

#50 "I'm so scared..."

#51 "We can try again."

#52 "I love you more than I ever thought possible. Both of you. Thank you."

#53 "I'm pregnant. What's your excuse?"

#54 "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

#55 "If you hold my hand any tighter, it's gonna break!"

#56 "I don't...I don't feel too well."

#57 "We'll be okay Y/N, all three of us."

#58 "Would it be okay if I read to the baby? Or is that weird?"

#59 "I've been talking to the baby since I found out about it."

#60 "Hold it? Are you sure?"

#61 "Hi there, my little baby!"

#62 "Are you really so oblivious to the fact that I care for you?"

#63 "It hurts me, just how much my heart aches for you."

#64 "I never meant to say I wasn't interested. I was just confused, but I know now."

#65 "Even after everything that's happened, I still love you."

#66 "Y/N is all I think about! It is driving me crazy!"

#67 "I dreamt of you ever since that day."

#68 "Do you want to talk about it?"

#69 "Please, don't leave me...not yet."

#70 "Are you sure you're okay? You're sweating."

#71 "It was just a dream. It wasn't real."

#72 "You have a lot of these, don't you?"

#73 "Thanks for everything. Truly, I mean it."

#74 "I'm going to miss you...so much."

#75 "I don't regret anything that has happened between us."

#76 "I guess it wasn't the right time, was it? I'm sorry."

#77 "I don't want to say goodbye yet...so can I say see you later?"

#78 "No way...you were actually jealous."

#79 "Kiss me. I need to know you mean it."

#80 "Come here. Let's talk about this."

#81 "Wow...I've never seen you that mad before."

#82 "Hey, are you okay? You look a little off."

#83 "Do you ever even wonder why I get this way? Maybe it's because-You know what, forget I said anything."

#84 "Oh come on! You and I both know what he/she was doing."

#85 "You are so cute when you get mad."

#86 "I didn't know you were the jealous type."

#87 "What are you laughing at? Nothing funny is going on here."

#88 "I haven't slept in over three days."

#89 "There's so much blood..."

#90 "I need you to help me."

#91 "When is the last time you ate?"

#92 "I feel so cold."

#93 "It's never been this bad."

#94 "I love you too much to see you like this. Come on."

#95 "Who did this to you?"

#96 "I heard you screaming. Are you alright?"

#97 "You don't have to tell me what happened if you are not ready. But if you ever are, I will be here to listen."

#98 "Would you like a hug?"

#99 "You're safe with me. Nothing is going to hurt you."

#100 "You don't deserve to be hurt like that. Ever."

#101 "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Even more so that you had to go through it alone."

#102 "It's over. You're safe now. I've got you."

#103 "Open your eyes, love."

#104 "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

#105 "Close your eyes and just listen to the sound of my heart. It beats with such love for you."

#106 "Look at me, love. I am real. Hold my hand, rest your head on my chest and listen to my heart. That's proof your dream was not real."

#107 "You can sleep here with me if you want."

#108 "No! I didn't mean it like that! I just miss your presence beside me."

#109 "I don't think I have anyone anymore."

#110 "You are what is most important right now."

#111 "You are not going to do this alone."

#112 "Tonight is about you. Make it up to me some other time."

#113 "You said you needed a distraction, so here I am."

#114 "I've got nowhere else to be."

#115 "You didn't force me. I wanted to come with you, remember?"

#116 "Hey, we're both failures then. Let's redeem each other."

#117 "You look breathtakingly beautiful."

#118 "Death doesn't scare me as much as what I had to endure today."

#119 "I feared-I-I mean, WE feared we were going to lose you."

#120 "If you hadn't have tried to rescue me, we wouldn't be in this situation now, would we?"

#121 "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

#122 "I'm not feeling strong or brave right now, but I will fight for you."

#123 "Don't you dare die on me. I want us to grow old together."

#124 "How did you two become friends?"

#125 "This is not what I envisioned when I said I wanted to cure my boredom."

#126 "Please don't leave me. I love you."

#127 "Is he always this rude?"

#128 "Why can't the world calm down for just one second."

#129 "Just play along. Please."

#130 "They can hear us."

#131 "When I let go, run for your life."

#132 "Play along or they might take us both."

#133 "I know it hurts, but you have to let me take a look."

#134 "Can you even move?"

#135 "Sit down before you make it worse!"

#136 "Hang tight, we're almost there."

#137 "Why are you limping?"

#138 "I've never heard anything scarier than the way you screamed."

#139 "That's bound to scar."

#140 "Don't force yourself. It's obvious that you are in pain and need healing."

#141 "That's not normal, it should be getting better by now."

#142 "Stay still! Oh why don't you ever listen to me?"

#143 "Why...Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you bleeding?!"

#144 "It was an accident! I am so sorry!"

#145 "I-Is that...my blood?!"

#146 "Shh, stay calm. I'm going to get you some help."

#147 "I-I don't want to die. I'm not ready."

#148 "It was the most gruesome thing I've ever seen."

#149 "I wish I could forget all that blood."

#150 "I want to help, but I don't know how."

#151 "You're gonna make it, don't worry."

#152 "Your stomach isn't going to fall out. Just keep holding pressure on it. Like this."

#153 "Aww! You guys are in love!"

#154 "I feel like ripping someone's throat out today."

#155 "Oh my, you are so in love with him/her."

#156 "Dance with me."

#157 "I don't want love. I want to be loved. There's a difference."

#158 "You were meant for me, and I was destined for you. It's why we found each other."

#159 "Excuse me, don't you have someone else to bother today?"

#160 "Did you know you blush a lot?"

#161 "Wait, did I do that?"

#162 "You deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I would...ah, forget it."

#163 "We're not a couple. No, definitely not a couple."

#164 "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

#165 "Where is Y/M? I thought they were with you?"

#166 "I...I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

#167 "I am so proud of you!"

#168 "You didn't ruin it. You made it better simply by being there."

#169 "I'll be here for you, no matter what. Every step of the way, I'll be there."

#170 "Next time you feel defeated like this, tell me. I might not always be able to help, but I will be there to talk and to listen.

#171 "I don't know how to love you, but I'm willing to learn."

#172 "Whenever I start to get close to someone, stuff like this happens. I'm cursed, and you should leave me too. If you stay...you'll get hurt too."

#173 "I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was."

#174 "I wasn't planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me?"

#175 "Just a little longer. Please."

#176 "I love you, but please stop whatever it is that you are doing."

#177 "Get away from me. No--not you. You stay."

#178 "I have been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day, and you haven't noticed. Now I'm pissed."

#179 "Listen, I enjoy this hug and all, but can you stop."

#180 "You owe me a kiss."

#181 "I don't care what they say! I want to be with you!"

#182 "Can I kiss you?"

#183 "I will never stop fighting for you. I'm not giving up on us."

#184 "I need to test out a theory."

#185 "I'm not sure what to do anymore, but it is your baby..."

#186 "Why are you blaming me? We are both at fault! It's not the baby's fault!"

#187 "I'm going to stay in a place where my baby isn't wanted."

#188 "You should marry me."

#189 "Think about it. The sound of little footsteps in our home."

#190 "Did you hear? I'm going to be a dad!"

#191 "Don't bleed on my floor."

#192 "We've waited a long time for this."

#193 "I can't hide this any longer. I think we need to tell people."

#194 "Stop that! I'm ticklish!"

#195 "I'm not sure I'll be able to be a mother."

#196 "I will leave now, or I'm going to say things I will regret later."

#197 "Please, don't make this worse than it already is."

#198 "Thank you for the offer, but I'm over you."

#199 "Wait...Is this a date?"

#200 "Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

#writing prompt #prompt list #prompts #fluff #angst

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pseudoartistpostsstuff · 2 years ago

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May i request a yandere linked universe ( Warriors or Four or Hyrule, it honestly doesn't matter which one or if you'll write one, two or all of them )

Can they also act all flustered ( Maybe have heart eyes ) from the reader who is just doing nothing but exist.

First of all thank you for requesting :]

Notes: Ngl I wasn't expecting people to actually request but I'm trying my best to do all of them I swear

General note, when gender is not specified in the request I'll make the reader's gender also not be specified.

I'm not sure if you wanted it to be individual, but it is the way it is.

Also reader is from our world just because.

This is kind of in headcannon format but also not really

TWs: Yanderism but not a lot of it, more like obsession.

LU! Warriors, Four and Hyrule x Reader

Them being yandere dorks in love, that's it.

People say spending a lot of time with someone will eventually bring you close.

Hyrule is a big kingdom, traveling through it by foot or even on horse still took a long time

When you were playing the games you sure didn't expect the days to be that long, you weren't sure if it was just because they were extremely tiring or if the hours just passed slower here.

Either way, 24 hours really felt like 42 some days.

Let me explain how you came to spend time together.

Warriors was the one supposed to be taking care of you, since you weren't a fighter in any way, you didn't go to fight alongside everyone so the Links agreed that one of them should stay back with you in case a monster wandered too close.

Also because you were you. You loved fantasy and Zelda games which made your brain stupid enough to make you want to try to look at everything you could while you were here. Thing is, almost everything here is dangerous so you couldn't be left alone for 5 minutes.

So you spent a lot of time together, chatting about all things. Sometimes it was things from your world which seemed boring to you and interesting to him, as interesting as a whole new world can be to someone, sounds familiar?

Of course you didn't just talk about that, you also were very interested in him, asking all types of questions, which ranged from stupid, random ones like "What's your favorite animal?" to deeper ones like "What was the scariest moment in your life". All the while not pushing him to answer, which made your conversations flow by smoothly, making him slowly gain trust in you.

That genuine interest in him as a person and not just a hero of Hyrule was probably what made him subconsciously fall for you.

Let's be fair, the Links probably don't have enough healthy attention. So time of quality seems like the language of love they would crave more.

Even if they have "attention", it's more like attention for their title, not actual friendly chatting normal people have. Either way is not like they had a way to bring people they cared about with them to spend time together while they were saving Hyrule.

But they had to bring you with them, and it may have been your previous interest in the characters or your personality but you were interested in them and not in the heroes of Hyrule.

So that's why they fell for you.

Out of all of them you also spent a lot of time with Hyrule. You couldn't fight but you knew first aid since middle school when you somehow befriended the nurse.

So of course, even though you didn't have magic whatsoever, you certainly had the basic knowledge of medicine and the desire to learn more so that you could help more.

Which made you spend a lot of time with Hyrule. He tried to teach you how to make potions to the best of his ability, or at least, what didn't require magic.

With some time he got used to you being there, and you started to learn more which left more time for conversations instead of awkward silence while you guys handled ingredients and stuff.

So you chatted.

It took less time for him to befriend you than Warriors. Hyrule liked your way of being and he noticed how Warriors seemed to be always watching you, the suspicious gaze dissipated as days passed and was replaced with a fond gaze, which seemed to only soften more as more days passed.

He wasn't one to call him out on it.

Well it was even harder to do so when he fell for you too.

Now you almost always had two pairs of eyes fondly following you around no matter what you were doing.

That's where Four enters.

You didn't know shit about blacksmithing

But you thought it was cool, not only forging ores was cool but also how he was able to just make those cool battles axes and swords and stuff.

You even asked him once if he had even made a diamond sword.

That's how you started to talk.

Mostly it was about stupid things like the minecraft tools and ores you told him about, sometimes he told you he was indeed able to recreate those, most of the time he just sent you a look like you were crazy.

Eventually, you ditched the minecraft talk. However he was still funny so you started talking with him about the same things you talked with the others.

You thought that even if all the Links around you had the same title and were all supposed to be the same person they still went through different things which build their personalities differently.

Basically, they were completely different people to you.

This point was reinforced when you started talking more with each of them.

They were very different, the thing they had in common despite their title and love for you was that they were all awesome people. Not able to think two times before risking their lives to save someone else.

You admired them.

They also admired you when you weren't looking.

Hyrule wasn't one to point fingers to Warriors insistent stare at you, even more so because he was just as down bad.

Four certainly was.

The blackmailing didn't go as he planned but it also didn't go entirely bad.

They had an agreement.

All three of them were in love with you past the limits of how much they should. And all of them just couldn't seem to leave you be.

So after days and days of having the feeling of being watched at all times you got used to it. Even more since when you spoke about it with the Links you were closest to (aka, the ones who were staring at you nonstop) they told you it wasn't anything and to just brush it off.

Can you blame them? How could they just not admire someone like you?

Sure, what you were doing didn't seem awesome or anything, quite normal things any person does.

But it wasn't any person doing it

It was you.

How come they never noticed how attractive those things were when you done it?

They certainly did now.

If looked close enough, one could almost see faint hearts in their eyes when they were looking at you.

Not very healthy, but who cares? You deserve all the love they could give you and more.

#yandere linked universe #yandere x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu hyrule x reader #lu four #lu four x reader #linked universe x reader #tw: yandere #link x reader #the legend of zelda

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askmadcomcrew · 2 months ago

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To Sanford & Deimos: Have either of you ever botched a mission? To Sanford, Deimos & Doc: Has the element of sound ever been a vital aspect in any of your missions? (e.g. distracting an enemy, disorienting them, luring them into a trap, etc) To Hank, Sanford, Deimos & Doc: What would your ideal mission look like? (e.g. would you prefer going loud or quiet? Any particular weapons to be used or preferred enemies to go against? Would you prefer a specified objective, or simply just killing everyone? Things like that.)

Sanford: Yeah, early on we flubbed a few missions. Most people don't really know it, but me n' Deimos didn't really like each other much when we were first startin' out. Trust ain't an easy thing to come by in Nevada, so when Doc wanted us to work together, we were just waiting for the other to make a move. Sometimes we spent more time fighting each other than we did the bad guys.

Deimos: Nah, never botched a mission, not once not ever. Don't believe the naysayers. Deimos has a perfect streak, it's my meathead of a pal by the name 'a Sanford who was the screwup. That one time I died don't count, it was a cheap shot.

Sanford: Sound? I mean, yeah, it's pretty important sometimes. Depends on if we're doin' a stealth op or not. Most 'a the time we just prefer to go loud. Stealth takes a hell of a lot longer, so often times it's just quicker to shoot everyone in the face and keep movin'.

Deimos: Sure, sound's important enough, I always keep some suppressors in my pack in case we need to go hush-hush. Stealth has its place, but I prefer to go big and loud. Sanford still hasn't let me live down the MG-42, but I don't care. That thing was awesome.

Doc: Sound can certainly be an important factor, not just for stealth, but also knowing where one's enemy is. Being able to hear your enemy coming up behind you can mean life or death in some situations, it always pays to be aware of one's own surroundings at all times, even in the heat of combat.

Hank: Get in. Kill everyone who gets in my way. Get out.

Sanford: I guess an "ideal" mission would just be goin' into some place, grabbing what we need, and then hightailing it. Unfortunately it ain't that easy. There's always some gang 'a jerkfaces waitin' to bash your face in, so you gotta fight back. I usually bring a shotgun for tight quarters, but if I know I'll be fighting somewhere more open, I'll bring something that's more useful at a range. I just like shotguns. Push comes to shove I can compensate for the lack of range with my hook. Preferred enemies would be none, but I'll never say no to just a couple of agents and grunts.

Deimos: My ideal mission contains at least one helicopter getaway, at least one explosion, and the chance for me to use a really big gun. Ideal enemies are idiots who can't shoot straight and are easy to kill, but you know that big D over 'ere don't say no to a challenge. MAG agents? No problem, bring out your biggest and baddest guys and I'll squash 'em. Agency goons are nothin'.

Doc: I'm not one for boots-on-the-ground type engagements, so I have less experience with infiltration compared to some of my men. However, an ideal situation would be minimal to no resistance, and easy acquisition of the desired target. Even more ideally, done with complete stealth without ever raising awareness, however this is largely optional provided it gets results. I would personally find myself clearing the area of potential combatants via sniper rifle, as I never have been one to get up close and personal. Truly, I do not prefer direct combat in any form, and avoid it when possible.

#Sanford #Deimos #2bdamned #Hank Wimbleton

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redcloud · 10 months ago

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55 years and a few days ago, a 15-year-old Catholic girl gave birth in Arizona to a baby boy. She handed him over to her aunt and uncle, and returned to Canada, with her pregnancy now a family secret. The adoption was not spoken of to the boy until over 30 years later, when his adoptive parents had both passed away. The boy was me, of course.

The couple had had a miscarriage two years earlier. My father doted on me, but he died of cancer when I was two. I have no memories of him other than old home movies, now long lost, and stories my mother told. She clearly adored him, and I learned to idolize him without ever really knowing that much about him. I idealized him. But I credit those feelings with shaping who I am as a father to my son. I wanted to be for him all that I had never had.

My mother slipped into alcoholism, and I suffered complex trauma from it. When she passed away 24 years ago to the day as I post this, I mourned more for the loss of the relationship with my half-brother (from her previous marriage) than I did for her. He was the one who told me the family secret, then cut himself off from the rest of the family, myself included.

I tell myself, "It wasn't as bad as others had it." (But I hear a lot of trauma survivors say that.) I wasn't beaten. I wasn't materially deprived. She was different when drinking than when not, though, and I didn't know that was what was going on until I was 14. By then I had already internalized that the words "I love you" coming from her did not mean safety or comfort or anything worth trusting, really.

Which brings me to this: When I was 17, I had a dream and woke up thinking I was going to die at 24. In the dream it was around Valentine's Day because, of course, symbolism: I felt I wasn't lovable. I had enough self esteem that I couldn't accept 24, so I thought surely it must have been 34 instead. I went through years and years feeling like I'd never live past 34. When I did, I started to think I wouldn't make it past 42, then 44, then 54.

Again, a thing I've heard is that people who grow up with trauma like that, where they don't feel loved, or loved enough, often feel like they're going to die young. I did not hear this until I was well past 34. It is oddly comforting that I am not the only one. I've done a fair bit of therapy along the way. EMDR for PTSD was surprisingly helpful. But the middle of February is coming, and it's still fraught.

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silviakundera · 6 months ago

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Joy of Life S1 Ep 42 liveblogging

watching for the 1st time, so don't tell me secrets ;)

Fan Xian seems really sure he's the emperor's son. Hmmmm Do I feel confident the emperor likes him, as much as a selfish schemer of his kind can like anyone? Sure. Do I feel confident at this point that the emperor thinks FX is his illegitimate kid? IDK because this could be another cover and he was actually helping her hide something. I'm just not at the place yet where I am taking that as an irrefutable fact.

The look on FX's face when Xiao En says as long as he knows he's a Xiao. Good acting! You can see the compassion FX has for him. He's not only ruthless and vicious.

"Don't bury me. I don't want to be underground anymore." 😢😔

"I am sorry I am not your grandson. Sit tight. You won't be bothered anymore." All of his dialogue in this scene is simple but full of sincere feeling. FX is not as wholly dark as he thinks he is. What a fantastic, complex character. I really like him.

That secret was indeed underwhelming for me but Xiao En had a fantastic arc.

Chen Pingping always has like 5 reasons for anything he does. Love that about him.

LMAO Chen Pingping even set up things so evil Princess' plot ended up giving FX a chivalrous bestie. (He reminds me a lot of Korn, the mafia kingpin from Kinnporsche. Can't predict everything but makes great bets based on all the variables he can control and his understanding of people's hearts. Willing to risk it all for the reward.)

Hi Gao Baokun! Ohhhhhhhh now FX is on the trail of Chen Pingping's 5th Reason. Teng Zijing was set up to be in that village! Hand selected to be positioned into FX's life. Just a pawn.

Gao Baokun is just a random loser who got dragged into the mud (but wait--we already knew he didn't try to kill Teng Xijing's fam in the end, and that part was the Bureau? Or at least I thought we knew that.)

It's touching that after all FX still trusts Teng Zijing. His one true friend! ❤

ahhhhhhhh Fan Xian is super pissed at his uncles. Guys you may have miscalculated this. Like my beloved Korn from Kinnporsche, Chen Pingping & Emperor want it all and are betting big that they can have their power AND their chosen people. Or at least the Emperor really wants both. Korn won the day in that drama (tho fandom keeps punishing him in fanfic). We'll see if FX can eventually forgive.

His Majesty is actually calling it out that they say to each other & perhaps even to themselves that they see Fan Xian as their baby boy and yet.... I like the emperor for his self awareness and inner conflict about his hypocrisy

Does Fan Jian truly think of FX wholeheartedly as his foster son? Are Chen Pingping and His Majesty actually having real trust issues..? Remains to be seen.

We're back with Yan Bingyuan and FX admitting this was a test for him.

Who's Xiao En's real grandson? Yan Bingyuan? ....... LMAO that took the drama like 3 min to answer. Yep it's probably him.

nah don't tell Bingyuan any disabling shit before you are out of the country 🙈 this man is already like an anxious chihuahua

I believe the emperor sees what I do: that a fealty to Qing & determination to make it the most powerful does not necessarily = fealty to the current emperor. Saying Chen Pingping is dedicated to the best for the country does NOT read like perfect loyalty to His Majesty. It's not that he's against the emperor or FX and doesn't gaf, it's just that his obsession for the bigger goal is what it is. A common fear that cdrama royalty has to grapple with. They both hunger for personal loyalty & can't trust it.

oh is it Shen sister? She's way more fun than her erstwhile boyfriend, let her in!

lol that's right Bingyuan, give us nothing

FX just watching the drama because Bingyuan is too obvious

So..... Now Fan Xian wants to be the Investigations Bureau head and a top official.... to find out how mom really died and get revenge? 🤔

#joy of life #silvia watches #silvia watches jol #cdrama

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arcadialedger · 2 years ago

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Sokeefe One- Shot: The Kiss

Set during Chapter 42, this one- shot chronicles what would have happened had Sophie and Keefe not been interrupted after their confession.

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“I won’t,” she promised, tilting her chin up to steal another quick kiss.

It was only brief moment, a second-long brush of her lips against his. And yet suddenly, the world seemed new again.

It all felt… right.

Sophie pulled back, and rested her forehead against Keefe’s. His arms wrapped around her, Sophie couldn’t help but let out a laugh of contentment.

“I can’t believe it,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper, “I was so terrified when I came to find you, I thought for sure I was about to get rejected.”

Keefe’s lips curled into an amused smirk, “You really thought that? Foster, I told you how I felt in my letter, thinking I’d never see you again. When you showed up in London, I was so happy, but also… terrified. Terrified because you knew, and I couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Even now it’s still unsettling. I thought you still… didn’t think of me that way.”

Sophie winced at the unspoken words.

I thought you still liked Fitz.

“Fitz and I were a disaster, because it wasn’t meant to be,” Sophie spoke out loud, as she came to the realization, “It was just a silly crush. But when I realized how much I cared about you, after you left, it was… different. Overwhelming, to be honest. Ugh, and Ro was rooming with me when it happened. She had a field day with that.”

Keefe let out a laugh, “Let me guess, The Great Foster Oblivion?”

“The Great Foster Oblivion,” Sophie agreed, “but luckily, it’s over. And I’m… sort of loving the results now that it is.”

Sophie stepped back and laced her fingers with Keefe’s once more. To her surprise, Keefe blushed slightly. She had to remind herself that Keefe wasn’t as entirely as confident as he let on. He’d thought she didn’t like him, had dealt with her crush on Fitz.

Had all of the teasing, all of the flirting, been a… coping mechanism to deal with the hurt? Her mind flashed back to her Cognate session with Fitz, etched into the green notebook for “the hard stuff.”

“So am I,” Keefe declared, “To be honest, I’m kind of in shock. And kind of glad you talked to me while my Empathy is messed up.”

Sophie’s brow scrunched in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that— had he been able to tell, this would have been a lot easier.

“It forced you to come to me,” Keefe explained with a smile, “Forced this to be genuine. Not just me reading your emotions.”

Oh.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Sophie agreed, “But I promise, we are going to get your Empathy fixed. We are going to get through this. And then you’ll be able to feel how I feel so intensely it’ll probably make you sick,” Sophie grimaced with embarrassment.

“Trust me,” Keefe gave her hand a squeeze, “It won’t be half as much as what I feel for you.”

Sophie let out a breath.

“Really? All this time?”

Keefe nodded, “All this time. I just had to wait for you, and… hope.”

Sophie felt tempted to say sorry, but stopped herself. In the end, she had nothing to be sorry for. She’d taken the time to sort out her feelings, and had come to the best conclusion.

And now here she was, fingers intwined with this beautiful, brilliant boy. This boy who made her laugh and cry and smile and feel.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment,” she concluded, as she stepped forward and rested her head on his shoulder.

Keefe leaned into the embrace, and immediately their breaths seemed to sync together.

“No regrets?” Sophie asked this time.

“Absolutely none,” Keefe whispered.

Sophie could have stood there forever, hand in his, head on his shoulder. However, through the glen, Sophie could see the sun beginning to set. Grady and Edaline would start wondering where she was.

Keefe must have come to the same conclusion, as he kept her hand in his and started to lead her out of the glen.

“Need to lean on me again for balance?” He teased.

Sophie only took it as an excuse to lean into him more, and tuck herself under his cape.

Keefe laughed— the sound like ringing silver bells in her ears.

For a few minutes, they just walked in silence along the pastures that way. The night was bitter and cold, but Sophie thought she had never felt warmer, never felt happier.

Slowly, Havenfield came into view, and Sophie untucked herself from Keefe’s cape.

“Just in case Grady or Edaline see us,” Sophie explained, her face flushing at the thought, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk to them about… this.”

Keefe bit his lip, “Yeah… to be honest I’m a little scared for my session with Grady when he finds out. I mean, talk about awkward.”

Sophie chuckled, “We’ll cross that bridge when we’re ready. With our friends too.”

The same worries Sophie had in her room after Ro left, before Keefe came home, came rushing back into her head.

How Fitz would react. How Biana would handle this, after years of having a crush on Keefe. It seemed like she had gotten over it long ago, but it still made things.. tricky. And Dex…

Well, given Dex’s feelings towards the Vackers, and his newfound friendship with Keefe, Dex would probably be thrilled, if Sophie was being honest.

“When we’re ready,” Sophie declared. Keefe nodded in agreement.

Without another word, Keefe let go of her hand, and blew her a kiss goodbye, before turning away into the orange and pink tinted horizon.

Sophie let out a breath, and held her hand to her heart, the warm tingle of Keefe’s presence still there.

In that moment, the entire reality of what had just happened, the entire rush, fell over her. And all of the sudden, Sophie felt as though she could cry with happiness.

She had done it. She had been brave. And if this was the outcome, she was going to be brave a whole lot more often.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #stellarlune #kotlc stellarlune #stellarlune spoilers #sokeefe fanfic #kotlc fanfic #shannon messenger #the arcadia ledger

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performativezippers · 2 years ago

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I was going to ask if you think Kate has anxiety about even keeping the smallest things secret from Lucy or telling white lies but I guess the last episode kind of answered it? Or do you think Kate spilled because Lucy seemed so deflated rather than because she felt guilty about it?

OOPS THIS GOT LONG!!

My personal headcanon, obviously take it or leave it, is that there is a lot of trauma underneath the surface of this relationship still. Which is fine, many relationships have it! But the breakup was so hard, so hurtful. What Kate did—not breaking up with Cara for what seems like at least a month of being in a serious relationship with Lucy, if not more—was so messed up. Lucy coming in with trust issues already...hot damn.

I think this honeymoon period is gorgeous and so wholesome and fulfilling to watch, so don't get me wrong, I'm obsessed and in love with it, but if this were something I was writing where I had all the time in the world to explore these characters (not on an ensemble procedural show with 42 minutes of content, for example), I would be starting in a few weeks/months time (after Lucy settles back in after agent afloating) to really explore how much Kate and Lucy are both keeping from each other in order to keep the peace in the relationship.

Kate's terror about keeping secrets, for example, like her relationships with exes, or getting caught checking out a cute woman. Not being able to give Lucy access to her phone or computer because of work stuff. Not always able to share with Lucy where she's going or who she's meeting with or what she's doing or who her coworkers are. She comes from a keeping-secrets-job and is still in a full-of-secrets-job, and I think every time she can't be fully honest with Lucy, she's terrified. Does she have to tell Lucy every time her college ex comes across her social media, since she's still friends with some of Kate's friends? Every weird dream she has where she and Lucy fight or she kisses someone else? When she goes undercover and flirts to get the information she needs? When the girl at the coffeeshop hit on her while Lucy was on the big boat—should she have sent Lucy an email about it? Mentioned it on one of their very brief phone calls? It didn't matter, but what if Lucy finds out Kate didn't tell her and thinks Kate was keeping it from her because it did mean something??

I think Kate is walking on eggshells, so afraid of making a single mistake. She promised to do it right this time, right? And she's Kate Whistler, so "right" means "perfect," and it's really really hard to be a perfect person and perfect partner. She's always doing things for Lucy, so Lucy says, errands and cooking and financial advice and going above and beyond—how much of that is because her love language is acts of service and how much is because she's still trying trying trying to dig herself out of this hole she put herself in last year?

And how much of that does Lucy know?

How much of it does Lucy secretly want her to be doing? How much would Lucy be horrified to know Kate is worried about?

And on Lucy's side, she was always the one who loved more, wanted more, invested more, asked for more. Kate did the one grand gesture, sure, but Lucy's so scared to be too much. She didn't tell Kate about the apartment, she's overdoing the breakfast cooking, she's asking if it's too much with her face falling. What does it mean to hand all of her trust to the person who hurt her so badly, to give her fragile, enormous, bottomless heart to this one woman?

Lucy's made some huge progress on this, especially by going on the big boat and trusting that Kate will stay faithful to her, still love her, still want her when she comes back, not ghost her during long distance the way she ghosted Cara—that's huge for her for sure. But there's still more.

Lucy's putting all of her eggs in this one basket. In some ways Lucy has a lot of eggs—because she loves so much and so hard—and in another way she has very few eggs, because she doesn't have love or support from her family and hasn't established any strong relationships outside fo the team ("i didn't get out much in college"). So much is resting on Kate.

Lucy knows that she hurt Kate, that she pushed Kate away for so long, that in her own pain she wasn't at all able to recognize Kate's pain. And that's okay, I don't think the person who was hurt needs to prioritize the other person, but once you've repaired the relationship or agreed to try again, those hard moments still echo and stand out in the memory of your journey as a couple. Lucy leaving Kate in the bullpen—arm in a sling, cracks in her ribs, tears in her eyes—that hurts. That was a bad moment. That was a time when Lucy's pain was so sharp that she ran Kate right through with it and left Kate there, impaled on it.

So Lucy's afraid she's loving too much or too hard, that Kate will become overwhelmed by her and leave her, that Kate might get sick of her the way she got sick of Cara. She's afraid that the ways she hurt Kate and pushed her away, isolated her from the rest of the team, are things Kate is still holding against her.

Kate is afraid that Lucy's going to leave her, that Lucy's trust and love are conditional and that she's always one misstep away from losing her again.

SO LIKE. Go to therapy, right, but also...SUCH FUN DYNAMICS FOR OUR FICS.

#ask zipps #if you want a long ass answer #kacy #kate whistler #lucy tara #ncis hawaii #ncis hawai'i

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32, 42, 44, and 47 for Mokuba, please!

Hello! Thank you for the ask! I’ll try to answer your second one later on, perhaps tomorrow.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

This is a bit tricky to answer. I think Mokuba puts on a strong front, similar to his brother and yet also a different form, but both of them put on fronts. Yet Mokuba is friendlier and warmer and genuinely more social and flexible. He seems to enjoy being (and I wasn’t sure how else to put this) a smug little shit towards the people he feels have earned it – like busting the duelist who was trying to forcefully take more cards than earned at Battle City and sic’ing his brother on the guy or of course interrogating Diva in DSoD. I think he was enjoying himself.

42. 3 comfort items

We know it’s canon that Mokuba loves chocolate parfait. I’ve had at least one person tell me because of a story I wrote where Mokuba favors the beverage, they associate affogatos with Mokuba now so that seems like a good choice here as well. I feel like I want to say french fries as the last one… something “common” but tasty, and it’s not health food but it’s tasty, and kind of “childish” from a certain point of view but really many adults love french fries.

44. Their happiest memory

Mokuba’s had a lot of hardships. He clings to the photograph he placed within the twin lockets and I imagine he feels it’s a precious memory, although I think in ways his cherishing of that photo has eclipsed the actual reality and memory of when that photograph was taken. Of course Mokuba is still genuinely smiling in that photograph as well so I don’t mean to paint it in black-and-white terms. I think Mokuba was happy in that photograph, whereas Seto may have been putting on a strong front.

I think Mokuba was probably elated, even if exhausted, on the helicopter ride home from Duelist Kingdom. He and Seto were reunited, Seto wanted to save him, Seto listened to him, they were going home together, and I feel Mokuba might’ve been able to be friendly with the others within that helicopter during the ride and maybe that was also good for him. I think of how inside Alcatraz’s tower, Mokuba tells Seto that Yugi and the others kind of treated him like a friend at Duelist Kingdom. I think of how Mokuba must have felt that way during the ride home.

47. Their dream job

This is a somewhat tricky and sticky question. Kaiba Corporation has enmeshed both Seto and Mokuba, and I feel both of them would have severe difficulty letting it go. I feel Seto and Mokuba also communicate their bond through Kaiba Corporation – Seto struggles to know how to bond in other avenues and him trusting Mokuba with power in Kaiba Corporation is a complex and complicated thing. Both of them may fear Kaiba Corporation is their tie to each other given their struggles elsewhere. So at this point in his life, I don’t know if Mokuba could name another dream job. (Certainly Seto couldn’t.) I do think Mokuba may experiment with other things down the line with time.

Thank you again and I hope you have a nice night.

#mokuba kaiba #meta garbage

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15, 21, 42?

15.) Favorite Movie?

Incredibly difficult question for me to answer i dont know how to pick favorite anything bc im bad at definitively ranking things i like in that way, i love stuff. so im answering any 'favorite [so and so]' questions i get asked more than once with different answers from my crop of things i like a lot. Anyway. everything everywhere all at once made me sob uncontrollably and i havent stopped thinking about it since its a beautiful movie this is not a new or fresh opinion but its sure as hell a genuine one

21) What I love most about myself

Also a tough one. I dont really think of myself as having especially low self esteem, i feel quite secure in myself as myself, but i do struggle to find things to compliment myself on that don't amount to. utility. Especially because i struggle to fully trust my own perception of things a lot of the time and often feel presumptuous for asserting subjective things, and often worry about limiting my potential to grow and change by owning any trait as an overly structural part of my identity. Even though I know who I am and feel quite sure of it, when people ask me things like this, i sometimes feel a bit like a mask with no face behind it! I struggle to grab on to something and say 'thats me' and mean it. But i like to think im sweet.

42) Last thing I ate?

mashd potato with corn and spinch and shredded beef 👍

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kkkimagine · 1 year ago

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RUMORS

Summary: since you started dating Miles, rumors were normal at your pace, but this new rumor is going to go too far

pairing: miles.42 x Reader

you can listen to the songs the Reynolds pamphlet, burn and first burn from the musical Hamilton, I was inspired by those songs

my first imagine, don't be too hard on me, my first language is not english, sorry if there are grammar mistakes

Rumors ran fast at this school, especially about someone like Miles, who had his own reputation as an untouchable bad boy. For the same reason, that made you, Miles's girlfriend, his untouchable girl, rumors about him always reached you quickly, either because a friend of yours will tell you about it, you'll hear it in the hallways or Miles himself will tell you , this time you were not surprised more than any of the previous ones without knowing how big the rumor would become.

- Did you hear what they say in the corridors? - asked your sister, Gwen Stacy, walking next to you to get to the cafeteria - apparently someone says that Miles has some very strange behaviors.

- And by that you mean what? - You said leaving aside what you were looking.

- By this they mean that they have seen him slip out of classes, more than normal, leave his room very late at night, after that he arrives with somewhat suspicious bruises on his body - your sister said, looking at you somewhat worried - It all sounds weird really, maybe you should talk to him.

- don't worry, Gwen - you sighed a little too loudly, stopping your sister - I trust him, besides, people always create ridiculous rumors about Miles' life, they're just curious.

Right at that moment you felt like arms wrapped around you.

- Hello, ma - you heard that voice with an accent that you liked so much - we have class together, I was thinking that we could go together.

You turn your face to Miles's and give him a small kiss on the cheek before nodding.

- buenísimo, well then let's go - he said taking your hand and then he turned to Gwen - see you later, Gwen.

You pulled his hand when you felt that he had spent enough time looking at your sister and together they started walking. You noticed that he was somewhat nervous as the two of you walked, strange.

- By the way, I noticed that you haven't answered my texts, mami. Anything to say? -

-Oh sure, I forgot to tell you that my phone died, I took it to be repaired but it will be ready on Monday, so you'll just have to wait to get my encouragement messages back - you smile, bothering your boyfriend's existence a bit.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Two days later you calmly walk through the halls of the school happy that it was finally Friday for three very good reasons, number one: there was much less time left to get your cell phone back, you felt a little disconnected from the world without your cell phone by your side, number two: you could go home for the weekend and be a lot more relaxed which brings you to the last and most important reason, number three: you were pretty tired of the gossip you've endured all week because of the new rumor about Miles, you can't understand how this rumor kept going around everywhere. But this morning the whispers were louder, more people staring at you, more people whispering as you passed them, more people naming Miles and judging the boy, this is starting to tire you, when all of a sudden you see a group of guys looking at a cell phone and you can hear as a boy said.

- Miles Morales had a torrid affair and they recorded him right there -You furrowed your eyebrows noticeably, this is the last straw, Miles would never be capable of doing something like that, you knew it, you were about to tell the boy to shut up when you heard someone call you.

- Y/n I finally found you - you saw one of your friends running towards you quickly, then she took your arm and led you towards an empty classroom - you have to see this.

She handed you her phone that had a paused video, you touched the video to start it and you saw Miles's face.

- nah man the rumor against me it's a connection to the thing that I sneak around a lot, that for purposes of fuck me, you know - you saw your man talking with his typical coolness and relaxation, you smiled but the next thing you heard broke your heart - My real crime is a amorous connection with a hot Puerto Rican who hasn't been called Y/n for a considerable time, you can't blame me.

And the video stopped there, with the idiot face Miles was making, a face that didn't even really look like him.

- and that's not all, many conversations appeared that apparently belong to Miles with that girl, somewhat risqué - your friend showed you the screenshots of several conversations, you couldn't believe all this, at what moment? You never thought that Miles would do something like that to you, he never showed that he would be capable of doing that to you - I'm sorry, darling.

You looked at your friend with red eyes and you couldn't stand her looking at you like that, you took your bag and ran out of that place. Upon reaching the corridor full of teenagers you felt that everyone was looking at you and whispering about everything, you were short of breath while you walked quickly looking for a way out of this place, while you passed by the people you could hear parts of the video and the surprised words from some of your classmates

"for a considerable time, you can't blame me"

- damn -said a girl, quite surprised by the tone she used

"that for purposes of fuck me, you know"

- booo - muttered a group of boys in unison, they looked even offended hearing all that.

"My true crime is a love affair with a hot Puerto Rican who hasn't been called Y/n"

- No - shouted a boy who saw you just after having reacted so effusively, their eyes looked at you with pity, they all seemed to look at you with mercy.

A girl running with her cell phone and saying to a boy - Have you see this? - with Miles's voice blaring at full volume.

And you just thought "I have to get out of this place" while listening to all the whispers around you.

Damn!

Boooo!

Have you see this?

Everything came together in your mind, closer and closer to crying when you stopped short when you saw a scene that broke you a little more inside.

- I came as soon as I heard - your sister shouted as she got closer and closer to him, to Miles. You hear someone murmur next to you "all that way just to talk to him after what he said?" Making your hair stand on end because you knew this couldn't be good.

- Gwen, thank God I have to explain what I'm trying to do here - he tried to get closer to her.

- I'm not here for you, Morales - with that he stood paralyzed in the middle of the hall looking at my sister, the circle that was made around them let out an "oh" of surprise for this - I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.

Miles looked at her guiltily and you just felt like yelling at him too, but not now.

- I love my sister more than anything in this life i will choose her happiness over mine every time - she got closer to him with a gloomy air - Put what we had aside, i'm standing at her side.

Then she turned around and finally said to Miles, who was practically frozen in place.

- You could never be satisfied, God, I hope you're satisfied - with that she walked away from Miles and passed by your side, but since she didn't realize you were there you quickly ran towards the school entrance door and you breathed in the air outside as if you were breathing for the first time.

After being there for a few minutes, you decided to go to your apartment, you walked through New York with a face full of tears not caring if you looked like a mess, your mind felt like a mess right now. When you got to the apartment you knocked, since you had left the keys with your suitcase, in your school room, your mother opened the door and when she saw you she smiled but when you jumped on her crying she got worried, she took care of you and talked to you until she had to go to work, when you were alone you decided to look at all the letters and drawings that you had kept in a big box in your room that said "memories of Miles" when you saw all that you cried harder looking at all the empty promises in which you had believed everything This weather.

- I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line for some kind of sign and when you were mine - you said to yourself trying to find the words you would say to Miles when you saw it, but nothing seemed enough.

You felt enough sadness for this moment and the sadness turned to anger the more you read and watched, determined and angry you walked to the landline of the apartment, you took it and dialed Miles's number after a few rings he answered you with an "ah?" Since he did not have this number scheduled.

- I couldn't say that I expected this, Miles, defending your name when I heard the rumors I supposed that they were again ridiculous people's imaginations, apparently not - you heard how Miles held his breath when he heard your voice - do you know what's ridiculous? The fact that I saved every letter you wrote me, from the moment I saw you i knew you were mine, you said you were mine, i thought you were mine, that was my mistake Miles, believe in you and in your damn mouth .

- mami, I need to talk to you - but you didn't even want to hear his voice right now.

- don't call me like that, you know what? I always thought my sister was a little crazy, but now I understand that she was right, do you know what Gwen said when we saw your first call arrive? She said "be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive" I think it was truer than I thought.

The silence of the call felt worse than anything he could have said...

- I don't want to see you again Miles, thank you very much - you said hanging up the call. After that you went back to your room taking everything that had something to do with him, photos, gifts, clothes, whatever and you started to put everything in a box, that took you all afternoon, you realized that really had a lot of things that belonged to Miles in your room, you decided that you would give one of your friends the box so they could deliver it to him, instead of having to do it yourself, you didn't think you could see Miles again time.

After that you took again the box of letters and drawings that Miles had given you, if you kept seeing all the words and illustrations of love that he had given you, you would never get over it, you had to burn these memories, burn the letters that might have redeemed him, you saw them one last time to sit by the window of your room and you began to burn the first letter you received from him, the paper was still burning in your hand when you looked down and saw him going up the fire escape from your building, you moved away from the window trying to close it without succeeding fast enough as Miles reached the window preventing you from locking yourself in your room.

- We have to talk, Y/n - he said when he saw how you moved away from the window.

He entered through your window while you reached the farthest corner from him, he made a feint of approaching you when you pointed at him angrily.

- Don't take another step in my direction i can't be trusted around you - Miles seemed hurt by your coldness and you noticed how he looked guilty towards your red and swollen eyes.

- mami, all this has an explanation - he even seemed desperate to explain everything to you, the only problem is that you didn't want to hear it anymore - I just couldn't let this rumor get so...

You didn't let him finish while you threw him one of the stuffed animals that he had given you a long time ago.

- Don't think you can talk your way into my arms, you can't do it anymore, I don't want to hear lies anymore -

Then you felt your hand burn a little since you still had the card that was burning in your hand, you released it and it fell to the floor where Miles looked at it confused.

- I'm burning the letters you wrote me, you can stand over there if you want - you took the box that had his things and put it on your bed - I also want you to take your things with you when you leave my room and my life , I no longer want to know anything about the web of lies that is this relationship.

- No, Y/n you don't understand, if there are lies in this relationship, it's true - Miles explained trying to make you understand the things that were happening, but you just looked at him incredulously, not knowing how he dared to say it like that after all - but not the ones you think, it's something dangerous.

You started to laugh out loud, in your laugh there was not a hint of humor, but at this moment you preferred to laugh rather than cry.

- dangerous? Now you're going to tell me that Miles, please, I know what the lies are - you told him with an aggressive tone, while he saw your face - the lies are in a video that everyone has seen, the lies are the kisses, the loving words, hugs, gifts, looks of love, promises and above all, the biggest lie is the supposed love you have for me, Miles, those are the lies.

- don't say that Y/n - he began to speak more coldly because of everything you said - I know what it seems like but there is something very difficult to explain why I have to do this, I don't even date a Puerto Rican woman in my life, you know.

- you're wrong, I thought I knew what you did and felt Miles Morales, now I understand that I don't know shit about you, I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn - then you looked at the ashes on the ground and sighed - I'm re-reading your letters and watching them burn.

Miles felt his heart heavy with anguish, he doesn't know how he was going to solve this problem, he doesn't know why he had to listen to what his uncle Aaron said in the first place.

- You're the only one who really knows me, ma, the only one who knows how I always feel - your boyfriend whispered trying to solve this problem, even if it's letting you know how important you were in his life.

It took all your courage and willpower not to throw yourself at Miles and hug him, you still loved him but you couldn't forgive this, the lies weighed heavier at this moment.

- don't fuck with me, Miles, you published the messages that she sent you, you told the whole world how you brought this girl into your bed - you said with some tears falling down your cheeks - you laughed while you told your friends.

- I was trying to clear my name because of the rumors that were going too far, Y/n, try to understand, everything about the girl is a lie - he told you a little defensively.

- Oh yeah? Oh really? Well, in clearing your name, you have ruined our lives - you told him on the verge of disaster again, unable to believe that he was being so cynical - don't tell me that clearing your name matters more to you than saving your relationship, because I can't find the sense of lying about a fake affair to get rid of a rumor.

He began to breathe faster as he walked desperately around your room trying to find a way to make you understand without telling you anything about the prowler thing.

- the world? I told the whole world according to you, Y/n? Well, the world was playing meddling in my life, I couldn't find another way, the world had to... - You couldn't even let him finish, you were boiling with anger thinking about what he was capable of saying just to excuse himself.

- Well, I don't understand Miles, why did you have to say that to the world and not tell it to the only person who knows you Miles, supposedly me - you pointed it out again and began to say aggressively - The world have no right to my heart, the world has no place in our bed, they don't get to know what I said while you were explaining to me all the things that you didn't have time to explain in the famous video, the world shouldn't matter so much to you when you should care about the people you lose while you explain to them your life.

You walked away from him again as if he had a very toxic disease, as if you were disgusted by the man you loved with all your heart just a few hours ago.

-I had never realized it but behind that relaxed attitude that you show everywhere you are always observing how everyone is looking to capture something from your life and you are paranoid in each expression how they allow you - and you began to throw more of the old things at him that they reminded you of how much he supposedly loved you - you, you, you.

He dodged everything you threw at him and tried to find the words that would calm you down, but he could never tell you that he was the prowler and he had to focus on something bigger so no one would suspect.

- everything has an explanation, just let me talk -

- You and your words, obsessed with your secret, the secret that you are not able to tell me - you cried no matter that he was there looking at you - since you could never be honest with me Miles Morales, you forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit the place in my bed you sleep in your lonly room instead with only the memories of when you were mine.

Your heart broke saying this but you were so sick of him not being able to tell you the truth, always hiding something, you couldn't live like this anymore.

- I hope that you burn, Morales - he looked up at your face with a lot of sadness in his eyes.

- It's all part of a plan, I just can't explain everything to you now -

-Heaven forbid someone whisper "He's part of some scheme" Miles - you said even laughing as you approached him to aggressively point to his chest - that nobody notices your incredible plan to undo the rumor that practically said that you were dating someone according to me people told it, don't make me laugh.

This time he was the one who walked away from you looking upset and disappointed, which annoyed you even more. What the fuck could he be disappointed in after all he did and said?

- all those people who whisper, Y/n, you don't know how that shit is, all day long the usual bastards whispering -

- oh i get it, your enemy whispers so you have to scream I AM THE MOST MACHO, I HAVE TWO WOMEN AT THE SAME TIME CLOWNS, surely that's what you wanted to imply, I don't even know why I'm surprised - then you remembered how everyone whispered where you went - I know about whispers, Miles, follow me everywhere, with every rumor, with every new bruise on your body, with every new fight, every time you go out with my sister.

Upon hearing the mention of Gwen, you saw how he tensed up quickly, clearly he was going to deny anything which made you explode for which you yelled loudly in his face.

- I see how you look at my sister - Even you were surprised by the way you said it, but you weren't sorry - Don't, I'm not naive, I have seen women around you, don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms all your charms

Miles looked up at the sky and then ran his big hands over his face, tired and exhausted from this conversation, before saying coldly.

- It's not my fault that they get close, I just want you by my side, mami -

- I think I don't believe you anymore, Miles, after all the evidence has been seen by the whole school - you smiled sadly, you hated what Miles had done, what he had said, and above all you hated that after all this you still loved him - I don't want to know anything else, Miles, I want to sleep so take your things and leave me alone.

- You can't say that, ma, I love you - he said taking your face and getting closer to him - you are the best part of my life.

All of your courage you used to step back and tell him emotionlessly.

- I'm erasing myself from your life, Miles, I don't think you understood that - you told him without expression on your face, letting him see that you were very serious, then you put the letters and drawings that he had given you on the other box that was on your bed, knowing that you would not have the courage to burn the others -Let the students wonder how Y/n reacted when you broke her heart, do not record another video saying how you destroyed my soul to preserve your fame as a great man.

You turned your back on him and kept saying the things that you would know would make him leave your room and, although it hurt so much to know what would happen, your life.

- And when the time comes explain to your family the pain and embarrassment you put your girlfriend through, because she doesn't come to dinner anymore, she's not going to call anymore - you dropped some tears remembering mom Rio who had behaved very kind with you always - And I still wondered when will you learn that only what you think matters? only what we think matters!

Then you remember the letters, messages or nights in which he let you know that he was yours.

-If you thought you were mine.... Don't - and with that last sentence you heard how your window closed and when you turned around neither Miles nor the boxes were there, tired you walked to your bed and went to bed letting out more tears of sadness.

Miles went back to the window without you noticing and promised himself to fix this problem.

After that Gwen entered your room, and went to your bed to hug you while you cried uncontrollably.

- oh love, you have in a relationship with an Icarus he has flown too close to the sun - which only made you cry more, because you knew she was right - everything will be resolved, baby, I'm on your side.

#miles x reader #miles 42 #miles morales #the prowler #miles x y/n #miles x you #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #imagine #Spotify

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