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derelictheretic · 2 years ago

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Wips be upon ye again

I was tagged by @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @unholymilf @strafethesesinners @aceghosts and @detectivelokis to share a wip!! Thank you beloveds 🥺💕

Tagging @viktor-sinclaire @baldurrs @deputyash @fadedjacket @florbelles @ishwaris @jinfromyarikawa @locustandwildhoney @redreart @shellibisshe @wewillryesagain @bl-beater @jollybone @trashcatsnark @afarcry5fromstraight @bluemojave @shellibisshe

My creative juices have been flowin so I got a whole three things to show off uvu

First Lola wip 👀 (I have half given up on this because I'm not confident in Lola's dialogue/mannerisms yet but it's also cute so who knows)

"I heard we had a newbie!" A boisterous voice sings from the left and the three turn to the doorway of the breakroom, a blonde with pink dyed tips bounds into the room with more energy than anyone else in the whole building had combined. A plastic container in her hands as she shoves past Staci and Joey to stand in front of Dean. Her grey eyes are bright and her pierced smile is breathtaking and infectious. She clutches the container to her chest with one hand and grabs Deans with the other, shaking it enthusiastically as she all but bounces in place.

"Nice to meet'cha rookie, names Lola! You can call me Darling or Your Majesty if you're feeling cute though."

Dean can't help but grin as both Staci and Joey sigh, the high energy from the woman now opening the container a nice change of pace from his slow and dull first week in the county.

"Nice to meet you, my name's–"

"Dean Sinclaire! Australian, twenty five, single, youngest of three kids, no criminal record and owner of a really shitty Jeep wrangler. I'll forgive you for the car because you were playing some bangin' tunes but you're on thin ice—Cupcake?" Lola holds out the container with a cheery smile and Deans tries not to look shaken as he reaches in and takes out a pink frosted cupcake. He knew his file would have some information on him but he had no idea who would have access to it, and he wasn't expecting anyone to list it all off in the middle of the office. Not that any of what she'd said was much of a secret, it was just unexpected.

"Tone it down Darling you're gonna freak him out—she does the background checks on newbies don't overthink it," Joey sighs, shaking her head and offering Dean a reassuring smile. He nods gently and decides to shake it off and take a bite of the cupcake and damn it was a good cupcake. Really good.

"Yeah, yeah i'm the only one tech savvy enough to do 'em, anyway interesting socials you got, don't really scream enforcer of the law if you know what I mean. Why're you here?" Lola takes a bite of a cupcake herself, watching Dean with an intense yet non-judgemental gaze that leaves him feeling unsteady. He swallows the piece of cupcake in his mouth and glances between the three deputies now staring him down, Joey and Staci seeming to want to hear his answer as well.

"Uh… I don't know how to say it without sounding cliché—I just want to help people." He offers sheepishly, suddenly having a hard time keeping eye contact.

"Plenty of other jobs that help people though, why'd you go this route? Is it the gun, it's okay if it's the gun I know you guys don't really get those easy down under." Lola raises the hand holding the cupcake to her mouth, her tone growing hushed in a conspiratorial manner as she offers a squinted, pursed lipped look his way.

"Hah—no, it's not the gun, I'm hoping I don't have to use it if i'm honest but uhm… I don't know it just, ended up this way I guess?" He shrugs gently, not prepared for this line of questioning. Which really he probably should have saw it coming, it's not like it was the one question in every cop movie ever or anything.

Lola nods slowly, humming as if she were dissecting his words in her head, ripping them apart.

"Better reason than Pratt's that's for sure, you'll do fine here. It's slow most days, holidays it tends to get a bit crazy but we'll look out for you." Joey offers another reassuring smile, matched with a welcoming pat to his shoulder. Staci scoffs under his breath, Joey quickly glaring at him to stop any complaints he had from surfacing verbally. Dean can't help but admire the interaction, it seemed like they had a good friendship—maybe in time he'd be sharing similar moments with them as a new guy walked in the door. It was a nice thought.

"You're getting paired up with me so obviously you'll be more than fine," Lola places a hand on Dean's other shoulder and he catches sight of her black acrylic nails, pink hearts dotted along them, "You're like my baby duckling now and if anyone fucks with my baby duckling I'll fuck them up with my car." Her happy tone turns serious in the blink of an eye, sincerity in every syllable and a promise that she meant it in her gaze. Oddly Dean finds the sentiment comforting instead of alarming, it was nice knowing he'd have someone so intent on having his back.

"I'm—Thank you, Lola." He smiles and she shoots a grin back, her vampire smiley piercings gleaming in the office light. She pats his cheek before stepping back and placing an extra cupcake on his desk. 'For later,' she mouths at him, pointing at it as if the other two with them couldn't see exactly what she was doing. As she's closing the plastic container the older deputy Dean had seen sitting at the front desk walks through the doors and Lola lets out an excited squeal, bounding up to the woman with glee.

"Nancy, my baby duckling is here! He doesn't have an accent but he's got the cutest little nose, do we have his uniform yet I wanna show him off—show him the ropes. I'm going to show him the ropes." Lola excitedly buzzes to the older woman, tacking on the last sentence as Sheriff Earl Whitehorse walks in behind her. Dean has to stop himself from laughing as she straightens her poster and blinks owlishly at their sheriff.

Earl shakes his head lightly as she shoots him a less than bashful grin. She tries to offer him a cupcake but he raises a brow at her and she pouts in response, mumbling something about being unappreciated as she walks off with Nancy back to what Dean could only assume was the break room.

And !! More of the jacob/dean fic from the last wip day, I know, me working on the same wip consistently? Shocking

"What did he do to you Rook?"

Staci's voice feels distant, but Dean knows he's standing in front of the cage—clinging to the bars and probably looking down on him with the same dismay in the others' faces. Their resilient resistance leader was quiet, small, tired.

"Fuck, your leg—"

They were all scared, Staci was scared. Dean wanted to reassure him, wipe his eyes and tell him he was still getting them out of here.

"I–I'll get you some bandages, hold on."

But his mind just wanted to rest, shove down every memory of ginger hair and humid nights and stupid towns and stupid dreams and stupid wishes—He wanted to rip it to shreds and destroy every trace that said that motherfucker had ever been something to him. So he laid there on the ground and he stayed quiet. He tried to scrub the images behind his eyelids away, and tried to spit that name out of his mouth. Tried to rip that feeling out of his stupid heart.

Maybe if he was lucky he'd bleed out right now and steal the satisfaction of watching him continue to struggle through Jacob's trials. He could just see the hissy fit he'd throw, tables thrown and paper flying through the air as he cast blame onto whichever chosen shot him. Wouldn't that be funny?

I have a lot of art wips so uhh, peggie!dean and Jacob chillin' while Jo gives a sermon. Giving peggie!dean an alt look entirely based on a cosplay I did and i'm not sorry

#lola is taking up 90% of my brain rn can u tell #rotating her like a rotisserie chicken in my mind #also rotating dean in my mind. honestly rotating them both and vibrating at high velocity #dean just. sOBS. looks so good when he's brainwashed an evil yanno ashsjahahsh #HONESTLY ALL MY OCS LOOK SO GOOD PEGGIE-IFIED. glad everyone appreciated peggie cas and pip I need to being them back #misc: wips #misc: tag game #nadine's wips #Far Cry Tag

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feekins · 1 year ago

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here are my thoughts and things and whatever translation weirdness I find as I re-read ch 5 of Trigun Maximum vol 6!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

I remember this chapter gets Heavy, so let's start with something silly - here after the title page:

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

it's not a translation thing, but I had to include a comparison so you can see that it's not, like...weirdness involving image compression or quality or whatever - it rly does say BUNCH GRASS SALOON there, and that just. tickles me. so much. it's so cute! and exotic-sounding, I'd imagine, if you live where anything that's everything that's publically accessible is desert.

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

now, getting into the 'meat' of this chapter, we have minor wording differences between translations for this all-important line. both make sense, but given the theme of this chapter (titled "Colorless Expression" in both translations), the Overhaul's wording choice is more fitting. das nuance, babey =u=

oh, another tiny thing that tickles me: when that kid tackles Vash, the Overhaul translates the name of the kid's 'attack' as "Flying Mid-air Crab Pinch" whereas Dark Horse calls it "Flying Volley Crab Pinch" - both very cute!

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

reading the Dark Horse translation, this bit of conversation always confused me - and it's moments like this where the Overhaul's is just. SO helpful. domfock has spoken on some of the translation choices that're made to clarify who's talking, and it looks like the above is one case of that. this happens a couple more times throughout the chapter, and I appreciate each and every one 💕

...oh. that church scene. haha. hellooooo, teenage me's religious trauma;;;;;;,

FIRST: this bounty hunter's name is Justin, so in my head, he is forever voiced by Justin McElroy goofing around 🤣

SECOND: timeline stuff!!! we now know that this chapter takes place 10 years after Lost July (which happened in the year 0104), making the "current" date sometime in the year 0114 - 1 year after we see Meryl in Trigun Maximum vol 1 (on her birthday in February 0113), and 4 years after Jeneora Rock (which happened in October 0110)!

SILLY THING: the label on the bottle reads "RED ROCK" - which also happens to be an irl soda company. it was founded in Atlanta a year before Coca-Cola was. also they make yummy grape soda =u=

SAD THING: I didn't get the significance of this part when I first read it as a teenager. I wasn't raised around alcohol - I thought this bit was just Vash being A Silly Lil Guy. reading this as an Adult who only very very very very very rarely chooses to consume An Alcohol, partially bc I know way too many ppl who struggle with substance abuse/addiction (ALCOHOL IS A DRUG)...Vash. 🥺

it goes right along with the "Colorless Expression" thing...

*wounded animal sounds*

something about we the readers knowing Vash's power is what did The Thing but that Knives is what triggered itgxxjgxjgjxg

...oh, Overhaul. I hurt. using "people" thereby implying these townspeople don't even see Vash as a person... (you also gotta wonder - how many of these people were just in that church?) 🥲

then, there's an interesting difference in wording between the two translations after Milly asks Vash (in both translations) "How can you keep smiling like that?"

"look" VS "do" - it all comes down to nuance.

all Vash is trying to do is keep going... 😭

this post. just...all of this.

😭😭😭

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #sup motherfuckers r u ready 2 b SAD?

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regularponyfan · 2 years ago

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Reading the Bad Guys Movie Novelization:

For some reason, the prologue is told from Wolf’s perspective and the rest is in third-person. Inconsistency much?

Let it be known that Snake hates split pea soup.

“It is always nice to get to know my buddy on a deeper level.” Wolf, you are so in love.

The fart scene is so much funnier in text.

This exchange: “Nice work, birthday boy.” Snake hissed back.

Someone add “El Nocturno” to the Bad Guys wiki.

Why did they swap out Mother Teresa with the Dalai Lama? Is Mother Teresa not school-friendly or something?

It’s confirmed that Chief Luggins eats other officers’ leftovers.

The spelling of “booty” cracks me up.

Why did they not include the scene of Piranha walking Wolf across the street?

According to the novel, the cat is female, even though Wolf still refers to it as a “he.” Not sure how canon this is.

“‘Madame Governor,’ he said, his voice smooth and flirty.” Damn Wolf, you’re such a player.

When the one person said they’d throw their cat into a tree just so the Bad Guys will save it. 🤣

“They steal hearts instead of wallets now.” AWWWW! 🥰

I love Webs’ advice for young hackers.

“Someone shouted on the other side of the room.” Uhh…the author knows the gala takes place outdoors, right?

“Maybe, Snake thought, his tail screaming in pain, my part of the plan isn’t going exactly right after all…” Aww, poor Snakey 🥺.

Wolf feels weird around Diane. Also, he drops his wallet in a donation box 😊.

The chief when Wolf asks for the Golden Dolphin: “Uh…okay.” 😂

Apparently, the author does know the gala is outside. They must just believe rooms can be outdoors.

Speaking of, I guess they didn’t proofread because the chief literally says one of her lines twice in Chapter 13.

Apparently, each of Webs’ hands has a full set of fingers.

It’s so cute how Snake is referred to as Wolf’s “bestie” even if it’s before they fight.

“Nothing says evil like a toxic pink glow.” Except that the meteorite glows blue in the movie. The guinea pigs’ eyes, too.

I wish the movie did show Webs comforting Piranha after their place was robbed. That was too sweet.

Love how they referred to Piranha’s dorsal fin as a “Mohawk.”

“Snake…but why?” “Because I’m a bad guy, remember?” Wow. That’s cold.

“I’ve never been happier to smell you guys!” LOL.

So cute how Wolf laughs at Snake teasing Marmalade even though he believes he was betrayed by him.

“Weenie guinea pig voice” XD

“Wolf, can I go crazy? Please say yes!” Oh, Piranha! 🤣

Chapter 19 should have been combined with Chapter 20 or something. It’s way too short.

“Catching Snake before he landed was all Wolf was thinking about now.” AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕💕

“Wolf caught Snake in his furry arms.” OMG WHY DIDN’T IT GO LIKE THIS IN THE MOVIE?!!!!!

“Piranha popped out from under Shark’s butt.” Um…whatever you’re into, Piranha.

The paragraph saying how much Snake loves his friends melted my heart.

Also, Snake has fingers according to the writer.

Why are some of these chapters so short? Just combine them!

I literally bought this book because of the fluffyvenom posts on here.

Also, because I just read the 16th book and was still craving more Bad Guys content.

#bad guys #dreamworks #the bad guys #the bad guys movie #mr wolf #mr snake #mr piranha #mr shark #ms tarantula #diane foxington #fluffyvenom #professor marmalade

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taromolktea · 3 years ago

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I just noticed Xiao on both of the favs so..

Cute little Xiao getting antsy about how Verr asking him about how his relationship is going with you. Even asking when the wedding is, enough to make him blush at the thought before almost teleporting away if it wasn't for your hands linked together. Kisses in public is always a guaranteed "YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE ADEPTI!" spiel, until he gets used to it then and only then does he get enough courage to steal kisses from you before he leaves to take care of his duties.

On another note: he arrives at the abode of the adepti, cloud retainer chuckling at the yaksha's red face everytime he comes to the mountain almost combusting from the amount of heat on his face from hearing you say I love you to him.

I WAS REALLY HOPING IT WAS GONNA BE XIAO FOOD 🥺👉🏼👈🏼🤧💓💗💖💘💝💞💕 bc i have like 4 fics lined up for him that are ready to go over the next few days bdhskfkshdkfkgsjd i looove a flustered Xiao who gets teased gently yet relentlessly by ppl in his life about you as his lover bc your effect on him is so profound and obvious ueueueueueeueueue that’s like. the goal of every Xiao fic i write lk lmao i jus wanna nourish him 🍲🥟🍤🍚🥠🥮🍰🍯🥛🫖☕️🍵🧃

Verr is deeply invested in Xiao’s relationship w you tbh she talks to her husband Huai’an about y’all on the regs 💅🏼

Xiao doesn’t exactly make it a point to explicitly tell Cloud Retainer or any of the Adepti really that he’s found love (tho i think Zhongli would be among the first to find out or even Hu Tao ehe) but ofc word travels n Cloud is jus like this one been fuckin knew o(｀ω´ )o

Shenhe’s voice line about Xiao is so-

“My first impression of him was that he's not one to smile. After meeting him again more recently, however, he's still as reserved as ever, but... he seems a lot more relaxed now. Maybe he... met someone special.”

#love letters from random names stuff 💌#🌼.sumspeaks #the little meow meow is v beloved here #xiao x reader

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years ago

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Safe Space

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Warnings: None this is just fluffy fluff 💕💕💕

Summary: (Y/N) comes back after a bad day of work, and tries to hide in her safe space.

A/N: i hope you guys like it 💕💕💕💕 just wanted some cute Stephen fluff today💕💕💕 if you like it pls leave a request I love doing them 🥺💕

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Walking into the foyer, she quickly glanced around the large expanse, letting out a soft groan when she wasn't met by the comforting face of her boyfriend. Lugging her bag, she sluggishly moved up the staircase, panting slightly when she reached the top, turning back to give them a dirty look, wondering when they got so tall. Navigating the narrow corridors easily, the echoes of her footsteps drifting up, ending up in their shared room. Tossing her bags to the floor, as she let her coat land on the chair in the corner, they landed with a soft thump on the aged, hardwood panels of the floor. Promptly changing into a pair of pajama pants, her eyes searched the room for a shirt, remembering that she had set all their clothes in the wash that morning before leaving for work, settling on the dark, navy shirt hanging unsuspectingly behind the door. Slipping it on, she took in her appearance, making a brisk 360 turn in the mirror, shrugging her shoulders in acknowledgement, before padding out of the room, having noticed the partly crumpled sheets, making the connection in her mind.

She found herself instinctively making her way to the library, the smell of aged paper, ink and spices filled her sense as she pushed open the heavy door, creating a boisterous creak, the edges oh her lips curving upwards into a sheepish smile as the man in question turned to look at her frame, from where he sat, smiling softly at her.

Moving over slightly, he patted the fluffy, velvety seat next to him, chucking as she plopped down next to him, burrowing her face under his arm, only her thick locks, now slumping down at an odd angle after being pulled out of a ponytail, visible. Moving his arm to reveal her, he raised his eyebrow questioningly at her, putting the worn leather book in his hand down, while stifling his growing grin, “what are you doing (Y/N) ?”, as he watched her attempt to tug his arm back down. Fixating her gaze on the confused, yet amused sorcerer, she frowned menacingly, “hiding”, promptly turning her attention back to the task at hand, which was unfortunately proving to be somewhat impossible. Mouth quirking up into a smirk, he playfully tapped his finger against his head, “don’t you mean hug?”, giving her a pointed look. Catching her attention, she spun her her head to glare at him, “did I stutter?”, huffing as she crossed her arms across her chest, “this is my safe space, … so can you just put your arm around me”. Rolling his eyes affectionately, he gave in to her endless pulling motion, he laid his arms around her once more, laughing when he heard the satisfied sigh from his side, as she snuggled closer, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

Picking up the book once more, he tried to read the same line again, however, after a few minutes of failing, he set it by his side, pressing himself closer to her, leaning his head down to question, "so, who or what are you hiding from then?", making her open her eyes. Groaning into his skin, she pulled her head out, turning to gaze at him, admiring the way his softened expression, his blue eyes shaded with curiosity and amusement. "I had an awful patient today", she spoke, rubbing her palms across her face, in an act of frustration, "she- I don't know- she kept questioning my answers and now I'm upset", she grimaced, looking away, recalling the emotions she felt earlier in the day.

Reaching out with his other hand, he tilted her head up, so that she fixated her eyes on his, "you never need to question your abilities as a doctor", his voice steady and comforting, as he moved closer, to press his lips against hers reassuringly, as she responded almost instantly. Breaking the kiss, he gave her a teasing grin, "plus, if you weren't such a great doctor", raising his arms dramatically as he gestured between their tangled figures, "this probably wouldn't have happened". Playfully punching his shoulder, she giggled, "you're terrible", turning to press a delicate kiss on his neck, before leaning her head against his shoulder, as he curled his arms around her waist, their legs intertangled tenderly, just enjoying the comfort and peace they brought each other.

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artsy-dreamer · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag Emma :D and sorry it keeps taking me forever to answer these :’D

What book are you currently reading? lol what’s a book? /j I haven’t even been able to read fics lately… I miss the days where I used to read books a lot 😔

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I… haven’t actually been to a theater before? So I’d just have to go with my favorite movie I saw in general this year… trying to remember if I saw any movies this year 🤔 I don’t remember watching anything? At least nothing new or in full… man my answers are disappointing so far :’D

What do you usually wear? Graphic t-shirts and long denim skirts 👍 all about them comfy clothes babey XD

How tall are you? Somewhere in between 5′6 and 5′7… so about as tall as Ojiro, I guess :’D

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Capricorn, apparently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And I share a birthday with Ethel Merman! :D

Do you go by your name or a nickname? Like, on Tumblr? I go by a nickname :’D

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? I wanted to be an artist… and while it’s still not my career (and I’m not sure I want it to be anymore, anyway) my art has improved a lot over the years, so I guess yeah, in a way :) 💕

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? same answer as Emma actually :’D Enjoying the single life, no current crushes unless the occasional fictional man counts XD

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? Good at singing, bad at sports XD

Dogs or cats? I love them both 🥺💕💕 Though I feel slightly more comfortable around dogs… mainly cuz they don’t have sharp claws XD

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? I liked the way my Marroncream art turned out 😊💕 though I feel like it might look a bit better without the background lol

What's something you'd like to create content for? I literally started watching Octonauts just to find out a character’s name so I could look up references for her, because she was so cute that I really wanted to draw her… and then I never did XD Still wanna do that someday… technically I did draw a nameless character from the show once but hey :p It’s actually really good as far as preschool shows go, even I’ve learned stuff from it :D

What's something you're currently obsessed with? At the moment, Neko Atsume has been on my mind… that college AU I played around with back in the day is swirling around in my head again XD Lots of fun stuff you can do with that… it’s a cute and simple game, and the little bits of backstory we have leave plenty of room to expand upon :)

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? I finally started getting back into my first fandom, enjoying full-on brainrot for the first time in YEARS… I was even excited for a little fandom anniversary that I used to celebrate, I hadn’t been excited about it in a LONG time and I was really happy about that, I had plans and everything 🥺💕💕 I had so much excitement I wanted to share, I made the mistake of trying to reconnect with the fandom again… and it instantly killed all my enthusiasm, seeing that some corners of it weren’t quite as welcoming as I thought and that most people don’t even like the thing I was celebrating anymore, so I’d be pretty alone in my excitement anyway… and I couldn’t get back my excitement in time to celebrate the anniversary, so it just passed by without any of my plans happening 😔 I just hope I can get back my love for the thing eventually, and that it doesn’t take literal years like last time…

What's a hidden talent of yours? I can say the alphabet backwards XD It’s all thanks to a beloved toy of mine from when I was little… I can still hear it in his voice to this day :’D

Are you religious? Oh yeah, definitely

What's something you wish to have at this moment? Motivation to write XD I have so many ideas for headcanon posts and whatnot…

I never know who to tag… so I guess I’ll just tag whoever reads this and wants to do it?? XD

Tag Game To Better Know You

I have been tagged in so many things by so many of you lovely people in the midst of my sorta-hiatus and I would break the internet if I tried to catch up...but I like this one because it feels like a good little re-intro into the Tumblr world. :-)

What book are you currently reading?

The Writing Revolution...I can't in good conscience recommend it unless you also happen to find yourself as a teacher trying to capture teenagers' imaginations and get them to produce complete sentences! Hahahaha. Miserable toil.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

Ooh, this one's easy--The Little Mermaid!! I have seen it with my family twice and then with my friends once. (I felt a little freer to lust after Prince Eric when my husband and two children weren't sitting there with me...)

What do you usually wear?

These days, some form of athleisure. During the school year, I've been told my teacher style is "Jessica Day if she didn't care so much" and...that about sums it up.

How tall are you?

5′5″ AND A HALF (alternatively: taller than @stolen-pen-name23 which is all that truly matters in this world)

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Cancer...I think? Malala Yousafzai and Henry David Thoreau!

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Most folks IRL call me Abigail. It's just my brothers, husband, and you guys who call me Abi!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Absolutely not. I wanted to be a lawyer my entire life. My undergrad was pre-law and then life had other plans for me and now I'm teaching 8th grade American History. And LOVING IT. I start grad school in the fall and I'll be getting my Principal's Certification with that, so I suppose I'm in this education world for the long haul.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I am tragically married. Sorry to all interested parties!

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm fairly good with piano and singing. I'm terrible at cooking.

Dogs or cats?

Dogs forever and ever!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Oh my. I haven't written as much as I'd like to this year (although I'm hoping to post something before the weekend!!) so I'm choosing to interpret this as the last 12 months. Maybe this bit from walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity?

He holds out his hand, wondering if she’ll bare touching him. “Goodbye, Leia.”

She is not a girl of gentleness—this, he can tell. But she accepts the hand like she’s afraid to shatter it. “Goodbye.”

“Saying my name won’t hurt you, you know,” he says, refusing to be the first to let go.

“Remind me?”

He rolls his eyes. “Anakin Skywalker.”

“Skywalker, you said?” she echoes, and lets their hands fall between them. She opens the door and smiles teasingly at him, tilting her head. “Interesting. That was my father’s name.”

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

I think I'm forever stuck in my prequels hell!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Ur mom. Okay...sorry. Ahem. I've been sewing more lately. I used ot dabble in high school, but I'm finding more motivation to make things for my toddler than I did to make things for myself.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

The weather recently! It was supposed to rain the past couple weeks and we've not gotten much more than a few minutes of sprinkling. I looooove rainy days, so that's bummed me out quite a bit.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I'm excellent at whistling. It's completely useless, but I'll get compared to a Disney princess occasionally, so I guess that's something.

Are you religious?

Yes. My faith is very important to me, but it's *my* faith, so I don't feel the need to bring it up with strangers unless asked about it. (Crazy concept, right?)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A cuppa tea...so I think I'll go put the kettle on byeeeee

No pressure tags: @pandora15 @stolen-pen-name23 @tessiete @ilonga @kckenobi & anyone who wants to join in the fun!

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peachsayshi · 3 years ago

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Chapter 14 - Jealousy

Summary: you & Gojo have your first fight.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) Can I just say thanks for all the love on this fic? Your comments bring me so much joy, you have no idea -like thank you so much for the support I cannot express it enough! These two are trying to figure out where they stand, we are pretty much halfway through the story. Prepare for some angst and feels! 👀 Huge shoutout to the lovely @pensivespecter who made an awesome playlist based on this fic! I listened to it the entire time I was writing 🥺 you gem of a human 💕

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You exhaled, ignoring the way your jaw tightened as you clenched your teeth. Tingling sensations spread between your fingers, static signals reminding you to take a breath as you squeezed your arms. Your narrowed gaze was focused on the clothes that were hanging in a perfectly neat line in your closet but the fabrics blurred into a mesh of colors. You swallowed the lump in your throat, a manifestation of your growing anger that had been brewing ever since your conversation with Satoru earlier this week.

He called you out of the blue, teasing you at first by saying he’s forgotten what your voice sounded like. Despite his playful tone, you could tell there was something off from the way he kept circling around his reason for reaching out.

“Look, I might have done something stupid with someone else. We haven’t uhm-...you and I haven’t been together in a while and things uh-...fuck, well, we had sex and I’m feeling kind of shitty about it...”

A cold chill ran through you, “Oh...”

“If anything it was an accident...” he insisted, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “You know how things get in the heat of the moment...”

“Mmm, yeah, things can...escalate...” you replied through gritted teeth, your heart pounding in your chest upon hearing his confession.

“I swear, my intention wasn’t to fuck her. Just...mess around. You know what I mean?”

How were you supposed to respond to that? Of course you don’t know what he means, and he knew that.

When in the last eight years of your friendship had Satoru ever seen you “mess around” with somebody?

“Hey, you’re not mad, right?” he questioned, a hint of worry in his voice from your lack of response. “You did say I could still see other people...”

“You can do whatever you want, see whoever you want. I just...I hope that this was the only time...”

He clicked his tongue, “What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“The kind of guy whose love life is basically a revolving door of bedroom playmates...”

As quick as you were with that remark, you wished you could take it back immediately, but your friend had already absorbed your snide comment and his silence spoke volumes.

“What does that make you? Another playmate, I guess… would you like me to buy you a pair of bunny ears then? I think it’ll look cute…”

His response was cold enough to make you wince and you gripped the phone tighter against your ear. “Excuse me?”

“If you’re upset with me, just say it…” he added on.

“I’m not...”

“You suck at lying, so don’t bother trying...”

“I’m not lying. Why would I be mad when we could barely stick to our own rules? Knowing you as a person, you were bound to break this rule eventually. Besides, you’ve told me countless times that you don’t commit yourself to anything or anyone, right?”, you heard him sigh with annoyance on the other line but carried on anyway, “I just…I don’t feel comfortable having sex with you if you are hooking up with other people.”

“One person. I fucked one person since this started…and it’s not like I’m hiding it from you...”

“How am I supposed to know that you’re telling me the truth?”

“Because I’m your friend. Do you not trust me?”

Trust, that word hung heavy in the air. You wanted to answer yes almost immediately, because you trusted Satoru blindly, more than anybody else in your life and that scared you. However, he never saw you in the same capacity. Gojo kept so many things from you, and you couldn’t help but think what if the other women were just another one of his secrets that he hid away?

The mere thought of sharing him with somebody else made your skin crawl.

“I’m sorry that I can’t change what happened,” he reiterated, interrupting your thoughts and bringing you back to the forefront of the conversation.

“Whatever, it’s not a big deal. Thanks for telling me, I guess,” you replied.

“I would say you’re welcome but I don’t want to piss you off more than I have…”

“I’m not pissed…”

“Uh-huh…” Satoru pressed, hoping to tackle you into submission.

“I’m hanging up now.”

You didn’t even realize how upset you were until you ended the call and found yourself shaking.

Irrational, was the first word that popped in your mind, you’re being irrational...

Yes, he shouldn’t have had sex with somebody else but there is no real reason for you to get so worked up about what happened. You weren’t exclusively hooking up with him and he had zero commitments to you. Those thoughts consistently passed through your mind as you tried ignoring your growing vexation. However, no matter how hard you distracted yourself, you couldn’t escape the thought of Gojo being pleasured by somebody while you were at home aching for him.

Oh, how that made you simmer with annoyance…and how easily it brought up painful memories…

Your friend had no idea that he rubbed salt on an open wound. Maybe if you told him about Haru cheating on you he might have been considerate of your feelings before choosing to fuck somebody else. He had no idea how much Haru messed you up, harming your ability to trust on levels that you didn’t even know how to fix.

Until you could get over this false sense of betrayal, you decided to avoid seeing Gojo. You didn’t want to pick an unnecessary fight with him. He sked you not to overthink what the two of you were doing, and you were having a hard time letting go of your irritation. However, just because you wouldn’t allow yourself to have any ill feelings that didn’t mean you couldn’t get even.

Tonight you made plans with yourself to go out for some mindless fun but there was a clear agenda in your head on what kind of fun you were looking for. Finally brushing aside the white-haired sorcerer from clouding your mind, you pulled out your shortest black dress that you could find before slipping on your favorite pair of high heels. You threw on a leather jacket, one that would do very little to keep you warm from the chilled weather this evening but enough to make you comfortable until you reached the bar. You applied your make up with intention, highlighting your face to accentuate every feature that would make someone’s head turn. A little tint on the cheeks and a bold color to emphasize your lip before finally sharpening the angle around your eyes to enhance the mysterious gaze that you would throw on some lucky stranger tonight.

***

Rina called you while you were in the taxi, asking if you wanted to hang out at her place and eat steamed dumplings. While the offer was tempting, you politely declined and informed her that you already had plans for the evening. The car pulled up to the street, and you said your goodbye before exhaling to calm your nerves then hanging up the phone, doing your best not to change your mind from the decision you already made.

The bar was located in an obscure location somewhere in the city, about thirty minutes away from where you lived. You decided on the place based on Rina’s recommendations, as she always prided herself in knowing the latest hot spots when it came to all things food and beverage. The entrance was in the corner of an alley, the door leading you to a staircase that traveled to the basement of one of the buildings.

Neon red enveloped you, tinting every inch of space from corner to corner, creating a full monochrome experience. An impressive selection of alcohol bottles were displayed in the back, the shelf almost reaching the ceiling of the bar. The place itself is already packed with people, the noises of their conversation ebbed with the music playing through the speakers. With your head held high, you slowly approached an empty seat at the counter of the bar, slipping off your jacket as you made yourself comfortable.

The bartender caught your gaze, “what can I get you?”, she asked with a smile that showed off her dimples.

“One umetini, please,” You replied, placing both your hands on the counter and tapping your finger nervously against the smooth wood.

She nodded her head, “would you like me to set up a tab for you?”

“Yes, please…” you answered again, unsure as to why you were suddenly overcompensating with your polite tone.

The bartender swayed to the back like a dancer, her movements fluid with the rhythm of the music. You fiddled with your hands, looking at your phone screen occasionally as you were unsure what to do with yourself. You could see the unread text messages from Satoru, who had been persistent on reaching out, but refused to give in to your curiosity to see what he had to say.

You glanced around the room watching as groups of friends laughed and conversed while couples whispered in each other’s ear. You had your expectations for tonight but you were already starting to feel like the odd one out in a sea of strangers.

Relief rushed through you as the bartender placed your drink down on a napkin. You took one long sip, allowing the liquor to coat the back of your throat.

Satoru probably never had the experience of sitting uncomfortably alone at a bar. Being as attractive as he is, people naturally flocked to him and this has happened countless times in front of you. You’ve seen some of the prettiest girls say hello to to him, their body language telling you that they were more than just acquaintances from the way they would kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. You’ve seen random strangers ask him to pose for a photo thinking he was some kind of fashion model, and you were there rolling your eyes as you watched your friend play along with his good looks and charm. Then there were the ones who would shyly approach him, cheeks flushed and words coming out in gibberish as they would ask him out on a date. He always declined before walking away and making teasing comments about how cute they looked all flustered as they made their attempt.

Your face grew hot, knowing that you were just the one of the many who did the same when you showed up at his apartment with the proposition of you both hooking up.

By the time you were given your second drink, your tense muscles had relaxed. You were even humming along to the music that was playing, your chin resting against the palm of your hand while your other finger swirled along the rim of your martini glass. A buzz tingling from the tip of your finger to your toes, numbing all the parts of you that hurt.

When you looked up is when noticed the gentleman seated on the opposite side of the bar, his attention completely zeroed on you as he sipped his beverage. You couldn’t really tell from the light, but he seemed relatively handsome with dark hair that reached his shoulders, his narrowed gaze emphasized by his thick brows and angular eyes. His lips curved into a beautiful smile, making you sit upright as you dragged your finger from the rim to the stem of your glass. A match made on queue, and the adrenaline pulsed through you as you found yourself returning a grin: an invite that asked him to join you.

You could see he was tall, his height dwarfing almost everyone in the room. One hand was in the pocket of his slacks, the other nursing his drink as he navigated himself towards you. You cleared your throat, taking another sip then smoothing out your dress, your eyes glimmering with anticipation as you met his stare once more.

“Hi,” he spoke, his deep voice cool and collected. He leaned against the bar, leaving very minimal space between you both.

“Hello, yourself…” you replied, spreading your lips as you maintained that flirtatious grin.

A shiver ran up your arm when he boldly gave you a good once over of your entire outfit, taking a sip of his own drink to stop himself from beaming with approval.

“You here alone?”

You nodded your head.

“Hmm, I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your night out.”

“Not at all. What brings you here this evening?”

You learned that the stranger worked at a tech company and was in the city for a couple of weeks on a business trip. He was supposed to be here tonight with one of his co-workers but they were feeling unwell and cancelled on him last minute.

You couldn’t help but thank your lucky stars for it - if you were planning on having sex with a random guy the best thing is to ensure you would not run into him again after tonight.

The conversation flowed lightly but your words were tainted with false enthusiasm, you were speaking to him but nothing scratched the surface of wanting to know more about the other person. He didn’t ask about your interests or hobbies, keeping the narrative strictly on his experience in the city so far and what he has been doing. In return, you gave him some anecdotes about your own work life and suggested a few places he might be able to visit while he still had time. He was waiting to make a proper move, taking control of the conversation for the most part. You were grateful for it in a way, finding it easier to nod and feign laughter as you were mustering up your own courage to push things a little further.

With Haru, it took you months before you were even able to kiss him. Every time he tried you would dodge his advances, making him question if you were even interested in him but you just needed the time to build the right connection.

Sometimes you wondered why it was so easy for you to proposition Satoru. Once you settled your mind on making that decision, you knew there was no other person you could approach with such trust.

Trust…there it was again, only this time it stung.

Things were easier when this started, you didn’t feel a weight against your chest every time your friend crossed your mind. All you could hear was a big fat “I told you so” in your head, with your conscious mimicking Rina’s voice.

Maybe pushing yourself out of your comfort zone will be just the thing you need to detach yourself from you relying on Satoru entirely.

After all, this isn’t fair to him.

You couldn’t burden him with the stuff you haven’t worked through yet, nor could you blame him for wanting to sleep with other people. A week ago you might have been curious if maybe he felt the change in your relationship as you did, but circumstances have proved otherwise. You decided in that moment that you needed to end this entanglement you put yourself in.

Even though stopping is the last thing you wanted.

The night was turning up, the bar at max capacity with people bustling around. The scent of bitter liquors and cigarette smoke was putting you in a daze. You were distracted by your own thoughts that you had stopped paying attention to what the stranger had been talking about. You pushed your drink away, feeling the room spin. You wanted to leave, the thought of sitting in comfy pajamas with Rina while eating delicious dumplings feeling ideal right about now…

But, you were trying to prove to yourself that you could follow through with your plan.

You just wanted someone to hurt the way you did, even if that someone was your friend.

The stranger leaned down, bringing his lips to your ear. “You look like you could use some fresh air. Want to step out for a minute?”

“Please,” you exhaled, reaching for your wallet as you tried to pull out your credit card, trembling slightly from how anxious the fast paced music is making you feel.

The man gently placed his hand on yours, before giving you a subtle wink. “I’ve got this…”

After he paid, he waited by your side as you slipped your leather jacket back on. You stood up on shaky legs, giving him the opportunity to slip his arm around your waist to help you stand upright. The alcohol coursed through you, playing with your senses and making your stomach flip in the process. He guided you through the crowd and up the stairs, your mind sending a giant alert to your system from the awareness of him securing himself around your waist.

Once you were out the front door, you had to blink a few times to adjust to the setting around you. The veil of red was removed and in turn color began seeping back in. The chill hit you next, piercing right through you and making you cross your arms over your chest. The stranger led you between the alley of the building, hiding you both in the shadows.

“Fresh air doing you any good?” He asked genuinely.

“Yes, it was starting to feel really stuffy in there,” you replied as you leaned against the wall.

The stranger cleared his throat, “I know there are a couple more bars just around this area. Would you be interested in checking them out?”

“Uhm...” you pressed your lips together, lifting your heel slightly off the ground as you weighed your options.

In that moment you knew that the initial allure that engaged you to the handsome stranger who sat across from you had disappeared the minute you both stepped outside. Your desire to seek out something dangerous replaced with the sheer fact that you suddenly felt incredibly exposed in the dress you were wearing. Your toes pinched in your shoes, the sides of your feet rubbing against the material and making you wish you opted for something with a little more comfort while the aroma of the establishment surrounded you, nestling it’s scent perfectly between each strand of your hair.

“I just need a minute from the sensory stimulation,” you explained, giving the stranger a hopeful smile. “I don’t do too well with crowds in small spaces.”

“You know,” he continued, taking a few steps closer towards you, his height almost daunting as he gazed down at you with soft eyes. “My hotel isn’t that far from here. If you like, we can head back there? No crowds, no fuss. And I’m sure we’ll enjoy each other’s company...”

Your words were caught in your throat; you were expecting this but the reality of your situation made every fiber of your being want to say no. However, your vindictive heart was overriding your rational thought.

“Listen, I hope I wasn’t getting the wrong idea about tonight...” the stranger carried on, knitting his brows together out of concern.

“No, not at all!” you answered back, biting your bottom lip and noting the way his eye lingered on the action. “I’m just considering if that’s something I would like to do...”

The stranger smiled, flashing you a perfect set of pearly white teeth. He placed both his hands down by the each side of your face, before leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours.

“How about you give me a chance to convince you instead?”

You barely had a second to protest, before he silenced you with a kiss.

***

Gojo scrolled through the many unanswered text messages that he sent you. Swiping up and down the conversation as he reread them over and over again. The dull pain in his chest bothered him to no end, and he knew it was because you were ignoring him. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes from behind his shades.

Why wouldn’t you just talk to him?

Hell, you could spend an hour yelling at him to get your irritation out of your system but the silent treatment was completely torturous. The two of you have never gone this long without speaking to one another, and his guilt continued to fester as time went by, the shadow of his regret looming heavily over him like a dark cloud.

“Gojo-sensei...” Yuuji groaned, slamming his forehead against his mentor’s shoulder. “If we don’t eat soon, I might die.”

“You just placed your order,” Nanami replied from the seat across the table, “be grateful that they agreed to seat us even though they should have closed thirty minutes ago.”

Itadori pouted, leaning on the surface as he huffed. “Ugh, don’t make me feel bad. If I knew our day would have lasted this long, I would packed a snack or something...”

Gojo wasn’t paying attention to what his co-worker and student were saying. He just tagged along one of their training sessions because he didn’t want to have to sit through another night by himself.

His finger hovered above the keyboard, wondering if he should send you another text but this time he couldn’t figure out what to say without coming off as desperate at this point.

Suddenly, a call came through, prompting the sorcerer to knit his brows as he saw Rina’s name flash before his screen.

“I’ll be right back,” he informed the pair who were too busy engrossed in their own conversation.

Gojo stepped out of the small sushi establishment to answer her, surprised when Rina asked if he could put you on the line. When he informed her that the two of you weren’t together she went quiet.

“She told me she had plans, I just assumed she was with you...”

“Nope, not tonight,” Gojo replied, straining to get those words out through gritted tonight. “Why can’t you reach her? Is something wrong?”

Rina hummed, “No, no...it’s nothing serious, she’s at Red and might just be busy. I'll try to get through her tomorrow morning.”

Gojo sighed, “yeah, probably...If I get a hold of her I’ll ask her to reach out to you.”

“That would be great, thanks...”

After he said his goodbye, he mindlessly stared at the device in his hand unable to ignore the sinking sensation from how strange that conversation felt once he hung up the phone.

You weren’t exactly a socialite; Gojo could count all of your closest friends on his hand. He knew that himself and Rina were the only two people who lived in the city that you hung out with on a consistent basis. There was no way you would be galavanting with your co-workers, considering most of them were mysogynistic assholes that you could barely stand.

He was sifting through all this information in his head, his heart stopping at the thought that there was an extremely high chance that you might be out meeting somebody else.

When he stepped back into the restaurant he was a bit disoriented by the revelation, merely informing Nanami and Itadori that something came up and he had to leave

“What about your food?” Nanami asked, “You ordered enough for six people.”

“You can have Ijichi drop it off at my place...”

Nanami scowled, “you forget I am not your assistant, Gojo-san...”

“I know but I still appreciate everything that you do for me, Nanamin!” The sorcerer sang, as he backed his way out of the restaurant before flashing him a thumbs up.

He could see his co-worker grimace through the window but matters were drawing his attention other than Nanami’s usual disdain towards him.

Gojo was quick directing himself to the bar once he searched for the address on his phone. He was fully aware of the scene he could potentially be stumbling upon. Maybe you were already tangled up in another man’s arms while nuzzling against their neck, or sharing a laugh while the two of you were conversing over drinks…

Jealousy is a strange feeling for Gojo since he wasn’t used to it. He always got whatever he wanted but you were completely intangible. Rarely had the sorcerer ever been told that he wasn’t able to have something or achieve his goals, but on this occasion the circumstances were out of his hands.

If he really tried back then, he definitely could have seduced you from the man you were so desperately in love with. Gojo has thought about it multiple times but the consensus he came to was the fact that it would be completely self serving and eventually you would grow to resent him for ruining your relationship with Haru.

Instead of allowing his envy to dwell, he brushed it aside for the sake of the bond you both shared; a friendship that meant more to him than you knew, especially since it was around the time when Suguru had completely detached himself from Gojo’s life.

He sighed, if only you knew just how important you were to him. Then again, he never made a conscious enough effort to tell you. You never cared about the things that made him who he was, his lineage carried no weight in the conversations you shared nor did his wealth and power. For him it was refreshing to be around somebody that gave him a sense of normalcy, which meant that he could only push his boundaries so far.

Over time the green that tinted his eyes seeped into the back of his mind where Gojo tucked it away in a perfect box, much like every other uncomfortable thing he’s ever encountered in his life.

Gojo figured he might have a chance after your break up but everyone could see how much that killed you, including him. He never understood why you tried to hide the pain but he never questioned it either. On top of that, he made a stupid promise to Rina not to cross the line with you, which effectively kept him from trying up until this point.

It would never work, Suguru stated in his head, You know that though, right? What more could you offer her than this?

Gojo wished he could erase the harsh truth. Having sex is one thing, but he knew what your expectations were when it came to relationships. You didn’t deserve to be with somebody who would always be half in, who could only provide you with fifty percent of the things you asked of him. He could never give you the ideal marriage you strived for, could never fully let you into his own world since his name alone would put your entire life at risk.

What is the point in pursuing something that was doomed to remain stagnant?

Beyond the barriers that withheld him from committing himself to you, if any of his enemies were to find out how much you meant to him…

A shiver brushed past him knowing how easily they could erase you from his life.

He already had one ghost haunting him, he didn’t need another.

Gojo paused when he arrived at the correct street, sensing your presence almost instantly. He managed to lead himself to you without thinking things through but reassured that he wouldn’t interrupt your night if he knew you were enjoying yourself. He wasn’t about to put a damper on your weekend just because he couldn’t stand the idea of you getting your kicks.

That was the logical thing to do until he peaked into the alley where he witnessed two bodies veiled in black, with one pressed against the wall of the building.

Gojo tightened his fist as his attention focused on the man kissing you, forcefully stopping himself from immediately wanting to rip out his tongue. Then, as his gaze shifted onto your face, his annoyance withered away when he began registering your response to the stranger.

Your body was frigid, frozen in time and space while your hands gripped onto the man’s forearms. Gojo watched as you tugged away from the kiss, nudging the gentleman forward to give yourself a little bit of space. The man was saying something in return but Gojo could see the resistance in your eyes and it was enough for him to disappear from where he stood.

You had pushed him to his limit and he’s had enough of this game.

***

You had to hand it to the man for approaching the kiss with confidence but the entire time his mouth was on yours, you were aware of how wet his tongue felt. The taste of his drink lingered, as well as the tobacco that revealed to you that he was a smoker. You found yourself grading his action, if you weren’t so tense about the situation you might actually enjoy him kissing you. He wasn’t bad at it but you were clearly kidding yourself into thinking that you could do this.

You pushed him away, ignoring how clammy your skin felt and how much your feet was now beginning to throb.

“I-uh...I appreciate the effort but I think I might just call it a night if that’s okay with you...”

You could see the frustration his eye but he wasn’t showing it on his face. Instead, he merely tilted his head to the side and smirked, “I think you just need to relax...” he teased, the hand that was secured around your waist guiding it’s way down to the hem of your dress. “There’s no need to be so uptight, I meant what I said that I think the two of us could have a lot of fun together. Besides, you’re just so beautiful...”

Goosebumps raised along your skin as his hand slipped underneath your dress to squeeze your inner thigh, making you tremble where you stood.

“You just have to give it a chance, but if you say no, I will walk away right now...”

The answer was on the tip of your tongue and it was an easy one to give. All your efforts to push yourself out of your comfort zone tonight resulted in nothing but you landing back on square one. There was no way you could pretend that you wanted this no matter how hard you tried.

At the end of the day there was only one person you wanted to kiss but you were still furious at the white haired idiot for unintentionally hurting you.

You were exhausted, the alcohol was making you queasy and you were cold.

You were ready to go home.

As you parted your lips to give your answer, the stranger’s seductive eyes widened in sheer panic as he tilted his head down to look at his own hand. Slender white fingers circled his forearm, the figure appearing out of thin air as he stood close to the man. You didn’t even recognize Satoru in the spur of the moment until you watched him pull the stranger’s hand away and shove him, before taking a stand to separate you both.

“Who the hell are you?!” the stranger spat, slightly afraid of the unknown man who made his presence known.

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out!” Gojo replied enthusiastically, as he took a step forward towards him.

Your brain was still registering what was happening, your attention fixated on Gojo’s shoulders. Finally mustering up the courage, a whisper escaped you as you called for him, “Satoru…what are you doing here?”

“Hmm?” He replied, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “Oh, I was taking a late night stroll…”

You scoffed, “I meant, what are you doing here. In front of me…right now…”

“Wait, you know this guy?!” The other man interjected as he attempted to get closer towards you.

Gojo immediately raised his finger to stop him, “Uh…don’t even think about it. I don’t want to have to do anything I might regret…”

“Okay, I don’t know what your deal is but we were kind of in the middle of something…” the stranger argued, wanting to brush past your friend but found himself unable to move.

“W-Wha…”

You raised your brows, realizing that Satoru was using his infinity to physically keep the distance between you both.

The sorcerer leaned forward, pulling his glasses down his nose as he stared at the stranger menacingly, “do yourself a favor and fuck off.”

Whatever fight the man had to persist coaxing you into his bedroom dissipated almost instantly. You’ve never heard Gojo speak in such a threatening tone before and it was enough to scare the man to slowly back away.

“Look, I’m not here for any trouble. I thought she was single…”

“I am single!” you answered back, peeling yourself off the wall as you found your place by Gojo’s side. “And why are you speaking on my behalf?!”

“I’m not, you’re the one just standing their in silence,” your friend replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“Okay, you know what…” the stranger interrupted raising his hands in defeat. “As much as I want to get laid tonight, this isn’t worth it. I’ll leave you two to figure out…whatever is happening right now…”

The heat on your face warmed your entire body. You were so embarrassed by the interruption that you couldn’t even respond with an apology. The stranger from the bar turned his heel and walked in the other direction, leaving you and Satoru behind.

“You better have a good explanation for this…” you stated, flickering your attention to him as you tensed with frustration.

“What’s there to explain? I was on a stroll when I saw you and it looked like you were in trouble. I was being chivalrous by stopping that creep from taking advantage of you…”

“Chivalrous?! You call that chivalry?!”

“You know, a thank you might be nice…”

“Thanks for what?! Making me look like a complete fool in front of the attractive guy I met tonight?! He was doing nothing wrong!”

Satoru angled his body to face yours, “You thought he was attractive? Doesn’t seem like your type to be honest…”

You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you closed the gap of space while staring at him with raging eyes.

“Do not brush this off. You know you had absolutely no right to do that!”

“Well, excuse me for thinking I was doing you favor…”

“You weren’t!”

“I guess he must have been a terrible kisser, you seemed completely petrified…”

Your mouth circled, taken aback by his comment with the need to defend yourself becoming apparent. “I was not…”

“Ha! You mean to tell me you were actually enjoying that?” He lifted his shades, his baby blues radiating in the darkness. “Now, we both know that’s not you react if you’re really into it…”

You wanted to smack that smug grin off his face, choosing your words carefully for your rebuttal. “As a matter of fact, I was just about to ask him if we could back to his hotel for some privacy. You know, before we got too carried away in the heat of the moment right here on the street…”

A wicked lie but you fired your shot using Satoru’s own words against him. You could see the way the confidence fell from his face, hating that you enjoyed the second of pain.

“It’s not like I’m breaking any rules…”

Satoru clenched his jaw, “Does it look like I give a fuck about our rules right now? Instead of just talking me about why you’re upset, you decided to what? Punish me for sleeping with someone else?”

“You deserve it!”

You swallowed hard, shocked by how loud your voice grew with your response. You drew your attention to your arms holding you protectively as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. The silence that followed hung heavily around you both. You were still simmering, knowing full well that this was not how the night was supposed to go.

“Don’t forget that I have no obligations to you, that comes with strings, which you made very clear from the start wouldn’t be attached to our arrangement…” Satoru spoke in a low tone, shaking his head in disbelief as an exasperated exhale escaped him. He brought the tips of his fingers underneath your chin before raising your head high. “Whether or not you think I deserve it, I’ve had to watch you pine after a man I couldn’t stand for years. One more night isn’t going to make a difference to me…”

You parted your lips at his confession, but he trailed his hand down to yours, interlacing his fingers as he proceeded to walk away.

“It’s getting late, we should get you home.”

***

The first time you and Gojo ever held hands was during the walk back to your place. His grip was secure around yours and you were quite aware of the size difference. He was guiding you with his long strides, forcing you to keep up but slowed his pace whenever he noticed you wobble on your heels. You walked until he managed to make it to one of the train stations.

Inside the train, the two of you found your place standing among the crowd. You were holding onto one the rails for support, but when the train halted at it’s first stop, you lost balance and tumbled into Satoru’s arms. He held you in place as you looked up, the two of you finally making eye contact after ignoring one another.

Your heart pounded uncontrollably in your chest and it has not stopped since Satoru let his comment slip. His words left you in a spiral of confusion; but you were now suffering from regret regarding your plans, since he admitted that it would have been redundant.

Since he admitted that he’s always been jealous of Haru…or at least, that’s how you understood it…

On your way back to your apartment, you began assessing the mess that was the night. You were tired of blaming yourself for a past that you couldn’t change and felt shameful for trying to drag Satoru into your issues. Despite the bliss that came out of this arrangement, the negative development of this week proved to you that you were not willing to put your friendship with him on the line.

As he dropped you off to your place, he waited as he watched you unlock the door to your apartment. With the key still in your hand you paused for a moment, considering your option of confronting his truth.

However, as much as you wanted Satoru to explain himself, tonight was a clear indication that you couldn’t bury yourself in something complicated. You needed to figure yourself out without the influence of somebody else around you, even though you actively kept avoiding that one option.

“You were right, about what you said. I didn’t want to hook up with that guy, I only said that because I wanted to make you angry…” you admitted softly, unable to turn around and look him in the eye in the hopes that it might be easier. “I think-I think we should stop this…”

You could hear him breathe soothingly behind you, your voice wavering as you continued, “…this is getting complicated, don’t you think?”

“Is that what you want? For us to go back to the way things were?” He seriously questioned.

You nodded your head, hoping that the gesture was enough for him to understand.

A shiver ran up your neck, feeling him brush the hair from your ear as he brought his lips down close to your skin.

“Fine by me,” he murmured, “but there’s something you should know…”

You closed your eyes, his fresh cologne enveloping you like a blanket of comfort.

“The woman I slept with…I only did it because of how much I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you the entire time we were together. I always end up thinking about you…”

You inhaled, the words pouring out of him drowning you slowly. “Satoru…”

“I know I fucked up but I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I would never do that.”

“Wait, just…”

However, when you tried to turn your heel to face him, you felt his hands hold you by your hips to keep you in place.

“Give Rina a call before you head to bed. She was trying to get a hold of you earlier.”

He didn’t say goodbye but let go of you as he made his exit. You couldn’t remember how long you were standing outside your door for but the tears that streamed down your face brought you back to your senses as you finally made your way inside.

Nothing is supposed to change but you knew that things would never be able to return back to normal.

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CHAPTER 15: UNREQUITED

#Gojo Satoru #Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x you #Gojo x reader insert #jjk fan fiction #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanficiton #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo angst #this took me so long lol #for those who asked for an update! XD

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madisonbeersource · 2 years ago

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Woooooooow 💙 I had no idea there was a Beauty and the Beast movie had a French version! I love it! Now I know what the next movie I'm going to see is going to be! Thanks 😘

The trip through France is for a vacation with my family. In fact we are going to Auterive as a meeting point because my father has contacts there, and so we will take the opportunity to visit the area and pass through some of those beautiful villages 💫

Oh angel I really appreciate that you were willing to do a tour for me. You are wonderful 💖 So, you live up north, right? Near Paris, maybe? I ADORE Paris and can't wait to visit it. I really love all of France, its culture, its style, the language... I think I'm the biggest fan of it.

Ohhh YESSSS I totally agree Madison has a unique style and both her voice and music is very special. Your idea is amazing, if Madison ever released a fairy tale album... omg it would be a 🌟fantasy🌟 I support that idea to the fullest.

AAAAAAAAAAA Homesick is your favorite song too? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I'm going to scream with excitement 🤩

Also, in Mads last post she uploaded pics from the studio with the "finish line" message and I'm so excited! Do you think we'll have new song in August or maybe September? I'm hoping for sooner rather than later.

A big hug and take care of yourself, beautiful 💕

From your dear friend, Bri 🌘🛸🌙

YES the aesthetic is insane & the costumes? BEAUTIFUL!!

WOAH is it because your dad is part french or is he just cool like that?

OFC!!! you're part of this blog aka a part of the family SOOO that's the least i could do!! nope i live in the north west coast of france, Saint-Malo is you want to check it out!! but i was born in Paris! OMG this is so cute do u speak french?

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS she has!! like it's a 50s who meets sci-fi and had an affair with thrillers from the 90s you see what I mean? YES like with alice, alice would become the queen of heart by the end of the song idk something angelic with an inch of twisted to it!! but fr we have a concept here!!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! i listened to it right after a moment where i felt so alonee that she described my thought perfectly and honestly this has been my favorite ever sicne but honestly i have too many favorites on this album that i couldn't even start to tell u haha!!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS i would say september BUT i'll let her surprise us!!

thank u my love you too pls b safe always ♡

i love bri 🥺♡

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readerxlovestay · 3 years ago

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Hello, I’m the one who requested the fenrys fic

And i loved it alotttt thank you so so so much I can’t wait for the second part 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Fenrys x Reader

Summary: He finds his mate and takes her on a date (kinda?) And she learns more about the mating bond but mostly about him. She says yes to it too. Lots of fluff and you might see the angst if you squint really hard:)

Ref: E/c - your eye colour

H/c - your hair colour

Y/n - your name

A/n : YES! I'm so very glad that you loved it and this time, I really wanted to do the same. I tried my best here. Also I got carried away and it's a little longer than usual so please bear with me. Love you like always😘 Take care❣️

Forever with You - 2

Fenrys Pov:

He was still reeling from the mating bond. To make things worse, people were starting to stare and whisper but he couldn't stop himself from looking into his mate's pretty face.

Framing her stunning face was messy H/c hair thrown carelessly over one shoulder that revealed pointed ears just like his. Below gracefully arched eyebrows were her beautiful E/c eyes that peered at him through dark lashes. A cute nose and those very kissable lips that were still parted slightly in shock. Her cheeks had a light dusting of tint.

She wasn't all that perfect but she was his mate and that was more than anything he could ask for.

"Um if you don't mind, can we go?", her friend spoke up. "People are starting to look at us weird"

Y/n was the first to break eye contact. She looked like she was about to protest but thought better of it. He didn't get glance back from her as she brushed past, friend in tow and he let her go, only moving after he was sure he was in control of himself.

Considering how he wanted to take her away right then and there, he'd say he did okay.

He turned around, looking at the door from which she left, hands in his pockets. How was he going to approach her now? Maybe find her and ask her out nicely? Or was that too creepy? He honestly had no idea.

Fenrys have never hated Maeve more than he did that moment. His blood oath with her had slimmed, if not diminished any chances he had with the other Fae. So he didn't really know how he was supposed to get to know a female romantically or anything like that. But he wanted to try. Try to get to know his mate like what foods she loved, which line from a book made her smile, what scent reminded her of home, who made her laugh and everything else about her.

He left the shop in search of her. He had already scented her a while ago so he could pick out her individual delicate yet intoxicating fragrance. He started towards its direction.

Y/n's Pov:

Her traitorous heart instantly felt dull and missing when she exited the shop in a hurry. Even the voice was silent for once. She was his 'mate' apparently. Her heart argued otherwise, but still she hesitated.

She never thought she could have a mate. How could she? It made sense because how could anyone love someone like her? With the secrets and scars she carried.

"What was that?! Why was he calling you his mate?" Her friend interrupted her thoughts.

"I don't know. Maybe he mistook me for someone else"

The girl shrugged. "I wouldn't be so sure Y/n, 'cause he looked like he knew who he was approaching"

She frowned, because he did look like he knew where he was going. And yet he came to her. Who was that though?

"Have we seen him around by any chance?" Her friend questioned. Even Y/n was not sure. "I don't think so. Plus the male's clothes looked like he was royalty. We should be more careful around him"

Her friend pursed her lips looking behind her.

"Uhh...speaking of being careful, I think we are exactly not that"

"What?"

"The Fae's following us"

She whirled around and sure enough he was walking right behind them.

She felt like her body instantly wanted to throw itself in his arms. What the hell? What was going on with her? She strangely felt very responsive towards him. Maybe that was the mating bond? She didn't let herself dwell on it as she crossed her arms and waited till he came up to them.

He smiled which really softened his features and made him more alluring.

However, she stood still, watching him flinch under her gaze.

"Hey"

The male seemed very nervous though he looked all sassy and confident.

"So um..." She decided to spare him his suffering this time.

"Hello", she replied.

He kind of relaxed and continued speaking. "I think we have to talk about what happened at the store."

"What is there to talk about?"

He looked taken aback.

"So you didn't feel it?"

She considered refusing it. But then again, it would be like refusing her own feelings. What she had felt in that store was real, that much she was sure of. She glanced at him.

He was still a stranger after all, but he looked so hopeful at that moment that she would forever hate herself if she denied him. She nodded.

"I... I felt something, but I doubt its anything to be spoken about" Y/n looked pointedly at him. "Especially with someone I'm not familiar with"

"Oh" The male realized it and held out his hand. "Fenrys Moonbeam"

Immediately the gears turned in her head. Fenrys Moonbeam. She has heard this name a countless of times before, so he must be-

"You're The White Wolf of Doranelle?!" Her friend blurted out who had been silent all this while. "At your service"

He smirked and retrieved his unshaken hand from the air, clearly getting more comfortable. She narrowed her eyes, unimpressed.

"And why were you following us?"

"Well as I said before, I think we may be mates so how about someplace quiet to talk in private?" He gestured at all the people that they had been ignoring until now. "Just us"

She was reluctant. "My friend comes with me" But her friend backed away. "Nope. I'm not gonna be the third wheel here. You two can take all the time you want to talk about it. Explain more when you get back, I'll be at the house"

"But-"

"No buts. This is The White Wolf of Doranelle Y/n! Queen Aelin's close friend too". Her friend pulled Y/n close and whispered. "And I also trust you to land a blow if necessary" Y/n smiled a little at that. She winked before waving goodbye and walking off into the crowd.

She sighed and turned towards him.

Fenrys Pov:

"What was that?"

He could see that Y/n was hiding a smile. She shook her head slightly.

"Nothing"

He raised his eyebrows, smiling to himself.

"That's settled then. I know a good place but it'll take us some time to get there so I suggest we use magic"

She looked confused. "I don't have that kind of-"

"I meant mine. Now, if you would hold on tight"

Y/n widened her eyes as he placed a hand on the small of her back and whisked her away.

No one in the increasing crowd of people noticed two Fae disappear into thin air.

When they reappeared, his mate's side was flush against him. She was clutching his shirt in a death vise and had her eyes squeezed shut. He chuckled when she opened them.

"We're here"

She withdrew right away looking flustered.

"Yeah...okay let's go"

He led her inside the spacious inn. He could see her observing and taking mental notes of everything silently.

"How did you do that?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I've always been able to travel like that. Even my-" He immediately caught himself. Even my brother could do that, was what he wanted to say but he wasn't ready for that conversation just yet. She just looked at him curiously. He dusted an invisible fleck of dust on his shirt.

"Let's get a table"

After they were seated comfortably, a barmaid came up. "What would you like to have?"

"The usual", he replied eyes on his mate.

She looked at Y/n with pure envy.

"And you?" Even her words had a bite to it.

"Watch it", he drawled.

No one talked to his mate like that, even she hasn't accepted it yet.

The barmaid had tried countless of time to woo him and he had rejected her advances from time to time. Still she never took a hint.

"Just water please", Y/n said, looking surprised at his comment.

The barmaid turned away with a swish of her hips. He wanted to roll his eyes but his mate was all business.

"So you said we were mates, how do I know it's true?"

His eyes crinkled in amusement.

"And here I thought you'd be happy to have me as your mate"

She raised an eyebrow. He tilted his head. They both stared down at each other like cats ready to pounce. His lips twitched.

This game, where she matched his energy and stood up to him while he tested her waters, was honestly turning him on. Her gaze was level, never distracted or distant, and he held it, a challenge in his eyes. She seemed to acknowledge his attention to her, and there was a twinkle in hers.

Fenrys felt like dreaming. He was actually being with her, his mate and he was living every single second of it.

"I asked you a question", she exclaimed without breaking eye contact.

"And I will answer it", he replied doing the same. "Give me your hand"

"What for?"

"So I can show you the actual bond"

"Is hand holding really necessary?", She asked, extending her arm across the table. He smirked.

"It's not, but looks very romantic doesn't it? She tried to scowl but he could see that she was fighting a smile and he almost went in for those lips.

She was just so beautiful. He took her hand in his and watched goosebumps rise up on her arm.

She left a silent gasp. He was instantly concerned.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No... It's actually..." She shook her head to herself. "It's nothing... I think I felt something"

Her hand tightened in his.

"What next?"

He straightened.

"Now close your eyes"

Y/n's Pov:

It was like a fireworks happening in her mind when she touched him. The dark emptiness that always seemed to loom around in her mind was dulled. Muted. She could actually feel herself alone after a long, long time. And she revelled in it. The constant drab of the voice was nowhere to be seen. She sighed through her nose. This was nice.

"Once you proceed through your memories, you'll find a wall", Fenrys' voice guided her.

Y/n concentrated on herself and floated past her memories.

Her dad kissing her bruised knee, her mother swinging her around and many more like that. She schooled her expression under control when the bad ones came up. She skipped through all of them, and finally found the back of her mind, where she could feel her mental wall. It felt familiar, like it was always there and she had forgotten about it.

"Found it", she said out loud, keeping her eyes closed.

"Now look for a tether. Its not physical but it's a part of you", he said clasping her hand gently. "Like a bridge or a rope"

She moved along the wall, feeling its surface. It was made of a mixture of her forgotten dreams and thoughts. And there was the tether, somehow connected to it. She couldn't really see it but she felt its comforting presence.

Without her mate telling her what to do, she followed its path, not caring where it led to, and stopped right before another wall.

A crack opened up, as if just for her, and she slipped past.

She was welcomed by memories and wishes, dreams and nightmares alike.

"This is me. This is my mind that you're in right now, and it will always be open for you", Fenrys' solemn voice distracted her. "Now that you're in there, I wanna show you something funny"

Before she could do move, her mind was tossed into another place, another time.

Y/n looked at herself. She was there as a faint form, only that she was in Fenrys' mind.

Was that Queen Aelin? Why was she running after Lady Lysandra?

"I didn't steal your chocolates! I swear to god!"

So it was one of his memories.

"Then who was it?!", Aelin shrieked, making Y/n laugh. "I dont know! Ask Fenrys!". Uh oh.

"Fen I'm going to kill you!"

From his eyes, she could see Queen Aelin head straight to his hiding place, looking like she might actually kill him. He bolted out of reach.

"They were tasty, can you blame me?"

And Aelin's expression got murderous.

"Exactly the reason why it was labelled 'Positively do not touch'. Those were meant for me"

Fenrys shrugged innocently. "Oops, guess I didn't notice"

Y/n watched as Queen Aelin made a run for it and yell in annoyance as Fen vanished.

"I'll make up for it, I promise!", Fenrys' voice could be heard from nearby. "Don"t kill me just yet!"

Y/n opened her eyes, smiling softly, as he gently tugged her hand.

"And that's why I get Aelin, her monthly stash of chocolates without fail" He smiled back at her. "I'll show you a bit more"

-time skip-

So for the next few minutes, Fenrys' showed her bits and pieces of his life and it didn't take much for her to understand him. She could feel his pain and agony over his brother, among other things.

My mate.

The scene changed to when he first saw her amidst the crowd. It felt like finding answer to the one question that he had been searching for all his life, similar to the unacknowledged feeling she felt, when she first saw him.

It slowly faded out and she opened her eyes to Fenrys' sad smile.

It was like seeing him in a whole new light. She understood that this was his way of telling her that he was vulnerable to her. That this mentally bruised and shut down male was hers. And it was completely up to her if she accepted him or not.

She knew he wouldn't pursue her anymore if she ends up not choosing him, but she simply didn't want to. She had started warming up to the idea of him and besides, she knew that the mating bond didn't happen to anybody and it was irreplaceable.

She smiled at him.

"I really appreciate this, thank you"

"You don't have to thank me" His eyes twinkled. "I simply did what any mate would do"

She nodded at him.

"So is that a yes?"

Y/n grinned slowly. "Maybe"

"What? After everything I showed you, all I get is a maybe?!"

She laughed and he smirked. "Honestly I wouldn't mind a maybe, if I get to see you laugh like that"

Her expression turned serious. "However, I would like to take this slow" She glanced at her hand covered by his. "One step at a time"

He gave her a grin that melted her insides.

"I can live with that." He lifted her hand to brush a kiss over her knuckles that made her toes curl, and placed it back. "when I have forever to get to know you"

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #tog x reader #tog #aedion ashryver #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys is my boy #thankyou for the ask #bye bye

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years ago

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Hi Mimi🤗

I hesitated with chapter 5 and 6 because I had so much to say, but it was mostly me scoffing at the lead pair and face-palming.. It proves that your writing is so impactful and real that it really portrays the characters in their transitioning dynamic where lines are blurring but they remain camped inside their respective roles. I'm being careful with my words but Jin was a red flag, his actions were inconsistent with his thoughts and while the change should be embraced with open arms I keep trying to humanise the characters and see how feasible it would be in real life (which is not the point of fiction but i enjoy dissecting my characters)

With the OC, her fixation with not wanting to move on from Namjoon is frustrating me at this point too 😂 literally feeling Jikook face-palming at this one... That guy is out in the world and his home is not a grounded reality, so OC should move on and make her home in the arms of a man whose shoulders are Infact wider than the world (this was such a convulated sentence but i tried😭)

I keep reminding myself that this is a slowburn give the idiots room to grow and chapter 7 legitimately did that to me like I was dry heaving and clutching on to my heart because Jin has started the journey to meet OC halfway but she's still standing there after taking perhaps 4 broken steps where she misses him and longs for him (very platonically in her world)

Some of my favourite moments from previous 2 chapters and today's chapter 7:

1.I liked the nursing OC back to health mission by Jin. That was domestic, soft, very very very very husband supportive partner of him to the point that he takes her out for dinner when she starts recovering.. They chat by the lake that part was beautiful 💕🥺 I remember screenshotting that part

2.I remember my law school fuck boy love interest say the same shit to me at 3 am btw so this proves Joon=fboi player of the heart😂😂 (I'm kidding Joon seems fine.. Just wildly aesthetic and i would too make plans to run away to Italy with him if he asked but)

3. Thank you so much for this adorable visual of milking the cuteness out of his bread cheekies like do you even know how much I banged my head on my desk today after mapler seokjin??? What a cutie 😭🥺💕😊🥺😭😭

4. Thank you for spitting nothing but facts Jimin we need more story time for you and your staunch reasoning because your friend OC aka __ aka me is an idiot and we need some push to realise how much we adore our husband. And there's nothing wrong with liking him. Or starting to like him. I loved this dialogue. It was direct and steering the emotions into the right direction.

5. Coming to Seri, I am not entirely convinced by her acceptence of the situation or her stepping away amicably like her character was probably the weakest in this story and sort of spineless(?) that's a harsh word to use and maybe it's not the right one because she moved away honorably without causing a marital rift but her conversation with Jin wasn't as impactful.. It was more resigned like yeah we were a secret and you didn't fight to introduce me and yeah you're in love with your wife and im gonna move on.. Like okay thanks I won't miss you 🥲 but you had a slice of seokjin for 5 years so you're probably winning more than I am. Bye Seri 💜 no hard feelings.

I like the line - "Atleast in breaking, she gets to rebuild" I think these 2 3 lines at the end really sum up her character as a whole and as a future possibility.

(like have you read Arranged by Obiwrites? There's a character called Roa and roa while not a direct love interest had a very distinct flavour to her.. Seri was just bland I feel even in her exit but we didn't focus on her character development at all so that's okay. This is an observation I'm not sending hate)

6. The Japan voice notes, the missing each other, the frantic flustered rushed I miss you to the early arrival and this soft beautiful moment. They're really falling.. But there needs to be balance of emotions, distance to accept the change and move forward, ensure genuine affection by not acting on recent feelings...

I'm enjoying myself if you can't tell 😂 I tried to be as detailed as I could (please critique me on my writing and vocabulary so I can improve too 😂)

Slowburn doesn't bother me bcz i can really enjoy the characters in their flesh, the plot pacing each day at a time.

A special mention that while I've called Jin out on his flakiness in the past chapters, his consideration arc was very strong in chapter 7 as he considered the horrors of not advancing towards his wife lest she thinks of herself as a rebound.. He gave himself the luxury of distancing him from her and his feelings both new and old and missus Kim also learnt that distance does indeed makes the hearts grow fonder.. Hence her watching that sports channel on mute and wanting to milk the cuteness out of his cheeks-THIS IS MY FAVOURITE LINE UWU (my sister watches kdramas when she misses me and she's not a kdrama k culture fan.. See the things we do when we love people 😏😌😏😌)

An honourable mention towards Yoongi - you're the real man here turning your button nose up and telling Jin that he's a hot mess.. You're so cute 🥺

Thank you Mimi.. I can hardly wait for the next chapter💜 it's an incredible treat every 3 days to receive a new well written chapter..

I will leave a giddy response for the 10k words drabble lmao I went crazy at that one 😭

I’m so sorry this is so late, but you know how I feel about your feedback to this story. It means the world. 🥺🥺 it’s so fun reading all this and thinking to myself, Hmm, that’s what she’s coming up with, huh 🤔 I’ll choose not to say anything about your observation about the characters (especially with chapter 9 dropping tomorrow) but I will note the milking the cuteness out of Jin’s cheeks. So much content of his bread cheeks smile from memories 2021 and I am wheezing. He is so, so adorable 🥹🥹

Also like how you enjoyed their domestic moments! They’re kinda just going through things and feeling their feelings on their own this time while together, and we know how that chapter 8 drama unfolded. 😉 thank you so much for this ❤️❤️

#mimianswers #re:tlods

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honeykaes · 2 years ago

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Chai! ill tell you one if you tell me a voice line Kaeya has for you? ;>

Diluc, About Gray: Gray…she unexpectedly came into my life and I can confidently say she is someone who I can depend on and lean on. She is great comfort to me and I appreciate her very much.

i think Diluc would have a hard time admitting that too, that he can lean on someone else, so i think he’d be taking a breath between sentences like he’s in (happy) disbelief ♥️

D’awwww 🥺💕💕 wait that is so cute! M’happy Diluc has someone like you. Redhead batman needs someone like that in his life!

Ahsbsjdhdksosk only because you asked…:

Kaeya: Chai? That girl. Heh. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve grown to trust and care for her. I can’t really imagine my day to day life without her influencing it in someway, usually for the better. She’s going to be the death of me though but at least she has some of the cutest reactions <3

send me a voice line your fav would send you

#—kaeyatic mailbox {📬}

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reidsbookclub · 3 years ago

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ROSIE MY GOD THJS WAS BEAUTIFUL

Tying to Me — Part IV

Summary: Band-aids don't fix bulletholes, but kind eyes and even kinder acts might just mend broken hearts.

Content Warning: References to their hookup, a kiss, running themes of infidelity

Word Count: 4300

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for this taking a very long time! I hope to have the last part out soon! Thank you to @reidslibrarybook for proofreading this & quelling my anxieties. I love you so much dude. The italics denotes a flashback, roughly two years before the start of the story.

Series Masterlist | Part III

PART IV — My Pain Fits in The Palm of Your Freezing Hand

The snow didn’t seem to want to let up. From midnight to well into the following afternoon the snow blanketed her small front yard, covering the sidewalks and street of the suburban little street. It was mostly a quiet neighborhood; people kept to themselves for the most part. The Millers, an elderly couple who lived to the left, were particularly quiet. The wife, Zelda, had a very successful garden and handed out homegrown vegetables every summer, even if she was a little bit of a recluse Her husband, Alan, was even more secluded than his wife. To the right lived the Reids. The wife, she hardly ever sees. If she remembers correctly, Y/N thinks the husband’s name is Stephen or Spencer, she’s not too sure, works odd hours too. They’ll wave tiredly as they pass in the driveway, him leaving for work, but her coming home from her frim. If the neighborhood gossip is correct, he’s an FBI agent of sorts.

The quiet neighborhood seemed even quieter as the snow fell and fell. It was so quiet out there that Y/N could swear she could hear each snowflake drop. Her face stung from the cold, but her hands burned from wearing her old woolen mittens. Looking into the house, the television flickered through the window. Sighing to herself, Y/N walked back to the house, tapping the snow off her boots as she opened the door, finding James exactly where she left him: drinking and watching the game.

“Honey,”

“James” she says, finally grabbing his attention with a clipped tone, “I need help,”

“After the game,”

“James, it’s getting bad and I need to get to work tomorrow. And you know that the sidewalks have to be clear…”

“I told you after the game,” James responds, not even looking up from the television. The commercial blares in their living room, the smell of snow and Ice Melt stinging her nose, but not as much as her heart aches at James’ dismissal.

“Fine,” Y/N says, turning on her heel and grabbing her shovel, “It’s just that it’s not letting up and I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning—”

“After the game,”

The cold air feels refreshing against her face. She tears off the scarf she has wrapped around her neck. Maybe it’s James’, maybe it’s hers. They’ve been together so long that she’s not sure if things are hers or his or theirs anymore. Recently it’s seemed like it’s been more divided than united.

Shouldering herself, Y/N scoops up a pile of snow in the shovel, tossing it into the yard. Working out in the cold, as the snow falls gracefully into place, is probably the most peace she’s gotten in months. Maybe it’s James’ inability to acknowledge their partnership that makes her feel like she’s drowning. No, maybe not drowning, not yet at least, maybe more like treading water. Barely keeping her head above the waves.

“Hey, neighbor,”

Startled by the voice, and maybe hoping that it’s James more than she’d like, Y/N turns to the sound. It’s her neighbor to the right, Stephen or Spencer. He looks younger than he actually is, with rosy cheeks from the cold and wild hair from the wind. He has a shovel in hand as he smiles at her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Y/N,” he says, “It’s Dr. Reid, I mean, Spencer from next door. Bec and I just moved in a couple months ago so we didn’t really have time to introduce ourselves. I saw you out here alone so I thought I’d help,”

Spencer, she thinks, leaving a note in her brain to not forget his name or his kind eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispers, unable to find her voice, “I really appreciate that, Spencer,”

He doesn’t respond, just smiling a kind of straight lipped smile that’s strangely endearing. Y/N wonders if he can see the television flickering in the window or if the pain in her eyes shows too much about her drowning, treading marriage. Even if he can tell, Spencer doesn’t show it. He nods and starts to shovel.

“You look cold,” Y/N says, walking through the short yard for the scarf, “Here, Spencer,” she says, wrapping the warm scarf around his neck.

“Thank you, Y/N. It’s well made” Spencer says, turning to brush off her car with his ice scraper, “I know how to knit too,”

“Oh, I made that old thing years ago,” Y/N says, “I can’t remember if it’s James’ or mine. Well it’s more mine, because James thinks it’s hideous. But I’m trying to make Aster a one for her when she comes,” she finishes, patting her lower stomach out of habit as she talks.

“You’re having a baby? You and your husband, I mean,” Spencer asks, a hidden layer of something that Y/N can’t quite read flashing before his eyes.

“Yes, I’m due in 4 months,” Y/N says, smiling as she talks, “She’s been such an easy baby so far”

“You shouldn’t be out here,” Spencer says, “it’s too cold for you, and you should be resting,”

When she looks back on this for years to come, Y/N will swear to herself that it’s the cold that makes her eyes sting. Glancing downward, she refuses to meet Spencer’s eyes, no matter how kind they seem to be.

“I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning,” Y/N says, “and I need the snow to be cleared. If I’m not going to do it who will,”

“Me,”

“I can’t—” Y/N says, feeling her voice catch in her throat. Standing out there in the cold with Spencer’s red cheeks and kind eyes looking back at her, she’s never felt so small, “You are very kind, Spencer, but I’m not going inside,”

“Alright, so tell me about your baby,” he says, making her chuckle as she swallows her tears— and pride.

They don’t say much as they work. Maybe he prefers the quiet too, being alone with their thoughts is peaceful in a way. When he finishes, Spencer waves goodbye, brushing off her 'thank yous' like her husband should have brushed off the snow from their cars.

Normally, she hates the sunlight on her face. It gives her a headache. But right now, with the heavy weight of an arm around her upper half and the warmth of his head buried in her neck, Y/N swears she can learn to love it. Spencer’s patterned breathing threatens to lull her asleep again. She’s so tired that she just might take the offer, but she knows that Aster will be crying shortly.

It might sound a little ridiculous, but it wasn’t until she watched him sleep for a second time that Y/N realized how beautiful Spencer really is. His hair is magnificent. With golden strands littered in between a warm brown. She knows how soft it is, but finds herself wanting to touch it again, just to make sure. Even though she can’t see his eyes, she knows exactly that they are deep brown, sometimes green. And his hands. They are so strong and sturdy, yet they are soft and gentle. Y/N can tell that his goodness radiates out from his hands. He extended them to her last night like a lifeline.

Y/N does a double check, making sure they both have their clothes on. It’s not that she doesn’t want to sleep with Spencer, or that when they did sleep together it was awful. It’s the opposite. She just really rather not sleep with him when she’s crying over James and a bottle of red wine.

Spencer sturs next to her. He slept like a rock, holding her tightly as they dreamed side by side. Y/N wonders if he’ll stay for breakfast, or if he’ll sneak out like she did. Spencer moves his hand up her torso, his hand slipping under her shirt. His fingertips skim across her bare skin. She can hardly breathe. His hands are so warm and she’s starved for them. He must still be sleeping because his movements are too uncoordinated for him to be awake.

Or not.

“Did you sleep well?” Spencer asks, his voice gravely with sleep. It’s an addictive sound, “Your bed is much more comfortable than mine. It’s actually proven by sleep scientists that a supportive mattress correlates with general well being. Sleep is one of the most important things you can do for your health….Sorry, am I rambling-”

“Yes, but it’s cute,” she says, reaching forward to brush the stray hair that falls across his forehead, “I didn’t do any research either. I just went into the store and picked the most expensive one. James would have had a fit. I think it’s some kind of cathartic release doing things that would piss him off,”

Like sleeping with Spencer. And enjoying it. Enjoying it too much. The restraint in his voice telling her more than the exact words ever could. Sitting up in her bed, Y/N covers her hand over Spencer’s. The drunken memories of last night come rushing back, as does the embarrassment of practically begging him to sleep with her again.

“Right,” Spencer says, bringing her back to Earth. “I don’t think I’ve been called cute since I was like 5 and that was my mother,” his cheeks turn red and his eyes meet Y/N’s in something that could only be described as bashful.

“You are cute,” she says, feeling a need to fill the silence before she says something about last night that she’ll end up regretting, even if it’s the truth.

Spencer sits up, still wearing his clothes from the night before. His shirt is wrinkled and his pants have creases in them from sleeping in them, but nothing is as messy as his hair. Oddly, it suits him. His messy hair, wild and unruly, makes him look more peaceful in a strange way. She’s thinking too much about his hair; about her fingers in his hair.

She casts her gaze down, avoiding his gentle eyes for his hands that bunch some of her sheet. Which, in hindsight, isn’t the best choice. His hands, like nearly every part of him, are distracting in all the wrong ways.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she mumbles. She had too much to drink last night, drunk called Spencer and nearly begged him to sleep with her again, “It’s not like me. I don’t want you to think of me like that. Well, not not like that. But you know, not all sad and drunk and crying and begging you to sleep with me. What I am trying to say, Spencer, is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, you’re hurting too,”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice telling her that he believes what he says. He makes her look him in the eyes, holding her chin up with his fingertips, “We all have our moments that we’re not proud of. You’re strong, smart and an amazing mother. I think you’re incredible,” he says, his hands moving over to yours. They are warm and his palms are soft. His skin against his is bad, but not nearly as bad as the kind words he whispers.

He can’t whisper those wonderful things as he’s basking in the sunlight, wrapped in her sheets. He can’t say those things and not expect her to call him up again, but completely sober. Then again, part of her wonders if Spencer’s also starved for kind words and soft lips to kiss. She wonders how long it’s been for him to feel safe and cared for. Has it been as long as it’s been for her? It’s a strange comfort knowing that Spencer is all too familiar with lonely gray nights and the empty feeling of very being enough for the one person who’s enough for you.

“I think you’re pretty incredible too, neighbor,” she says, her voice coming out more raspy than she intended. Maybe it’s because she’s holding back. She’s holding back because she’s terrified; terrified of moving on and getting hurt again. Or hurting Spencer. Or Aster. There’s a lot swimming around in her head and it’s near impossible to concentrate on anything when Spencer holds her hand and rubs his thumb against her skin.

Spencer’s head inches closer and closer to Y/N’s. His hands dragging up her arm, the warmth from his palms burning her bare skin. He’s going to kiss her. He’s going to kiss her and they’re not even drunk. They’re not even seeking revenge against their ex-spouses.

It’s almost comical.

Aster, with the best timing in the world, screams from her bedroom. Y/N jumps from the bed like she was struck by lightning. Her startled reaction nearly causes Spencer to topple over in the bed, but he, rather ungracefully, catches himself before he falls onto the floor.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just, Aster and-” she stammers, rushing out the bedroom. She doesn’t stick around to see Spencer’s pink tinged cheeks or his huff of disappointment. Spencer, nodding awkwardly, waves her off, understanding completely, because of course he does.

Once she’s in Aster’s room, Y/N smiles, leaving her embarrassment and anxiety in her bedroom. Aster, a generally happy baby, cries in her crib. Seeing her mother, she tries to stand up, holding onto the bars before falling onto the small mattress with a thump. She smiles gleefully, entertained by herself.

“Oh no!” Y/N says happily, her voice raising a couple octaves in the way it does when she’s around Aster, “Are you hungry, baby? Are you hungry?”

Aster laughs delightfully, raising her hands and practically demanding for Y/N to pick her up. She scoops her up, balancing her on her hip as she bounds down the stairs. Aster looks around at the pictures on the wall, some of Y/N and her mom, her sister and Aster, and even some with Aster and James. Y/N wanted to make their house without James seem as much like home as it could for Aster.

Walking into the kitchen, Y/N doesn’t expect to find Spencer opening the cabinets. Aster coos happily on her hip, excited to have a guest in the morning. Usually it’s Liz, but Spencer’s familiar enough for her to recognize him.

“I thought I’d make you coffee,” Spencer says, “You know, as you’re getting Aster ready,” he adds, nodding towards the tin of coffee grounds he brought out from the cabinets.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she whispers, disliking how much she’s taken aback by the kind gesture. She can’t remember the last time someone made her coffee to make her morning run a little smoother. Y/N isn’t exactly sure what her relationship with Spencer is, especially after last night, but it doesn’t seem fair to compare him to James. There’s history with James. Murky, complex, difficult history. But history nonetheless.

“It’s nothing,” Spencer says, “I know from JJ, my friend, how busy mornings are.” He tosses some coffee grounds into the coffee pot, along with some tap water. He moves around the tiny kitchen like he somehow knows where everything is already, “I also wanted to apologize for this morning. It was inappropriate to try to kiss you. I know you’re still reeling from James,”

“Spencer, you’re not the one that drunk called last night. And maybe we can just forget about what happened this morning,” she asks, the embarrassment of wanting him to kiss her, but the guilt of moving on too soon bubbles to the surface. As it seems, there’s no right answer for getting over a heartbreak.

She moves about the kitchen, getting Aster’s breakfast ready as Spencer stares intently at the coffee pot. Aster babbles happily in her highchair, looking around at the kitchen with wonder and awe. Spencer glances over to her, clearly interested. It’s amusing. From block parties, Y/N knows that Spencer is good with babies and children. He’d usually have a gaggle of children swarming him as he performed magic trick after magic trick.

“She won’t bite, you know,” Y/N says, teasing Spencer as she puts a small bowl of cereal on Aster’s tray. She grabs the cereal, pushing into her mouth hungerly. He watches her with a smile, pulling a seat next to the high chair.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a baby at the BAU,” Spencer says, “Michael is JJ's youngest. I haven’t been around him as long as I’ve been around with Henry. She’s such a fun age right now,” he continues, “But I was in jail, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, Y/N. So I missed out on a lot of good memories,”

“I heard,”

“I’m innocent, innocent of that at least,” Spencer says with a somber smile, “I did things I’m not proud of, Y/N. Terrible, terrible things to survive. And, you know, sometimes I wonder if it was worth it all,” Spencer finishes, thanking her silently for the cup of steaming coffee she hands him.

“Spencer, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near Aster if I didn’t think you were anything but a wonderfully kind and gentle man. We’ve all been through bad times, you more than most, but it’s okay to hurt from them. To still be confused by them. Someone really smart told me we all have our moments that we aren’t proud of,”

She doesn’t want to let herself get swept away by his boyish smile that peeks out from underneath his sleepless eye bags, yet she finds herself reaching out to squeeze his hand three times. It seems like a lot of their interactions can happen without words. Spencer’s eyes, kind and bright, are a more fulfilling kind of temptation. Sitting there with Aster babbling in the high chair spilling Cheerios on the floor and hot coffee in their hands all Y/N could think of is how sweet it would have been if it had been Spencer all along.

“You’re a very good person, Y/N,” Spencer whispers, his voice cracking as he continues. He doesn’t let go of her hand, something tells her that he needs to hold it to remind him he’s still fighting, “Not maybe people can handle my quirks, my past, and me if I’m being honest,”

“That’s their loss,”

Spencer chuckles, trying his best to keep himself together as Y/N stands next to him sitting on the kitchen chair. She can see his old house, now empty, from the kitchen. It’s as if that night that changed everything had never happened. The two houses still look the same. Her’s blue with gray shutters and Spencer’s yellow with white shutters. Their lawns are covered with flowers and a tall tree in the corner. Everything looks the same, while everything has changed. She would never have thought that it would take losing everything to find herself again.

Just as Y/N’s about to ask Spencer if he’d want to take a walk to the local diner for breakfast, the kitchen light flickers. In an attempt to keep her cool, Y/N closes her eyes in frustration.

“Damnit,” she mutters, under her breath as she leaves Spencer’s side. Her hand feels strangely cool without his skin pressed up against her skin. She never thought she could crave someone’s touch like she craves Spencer’s, “I’m going to literally–”

“Do you need help with something?” Spencer says, standing up. He follows Y/N’s line of sight to the flickering light fixture on the ceiling, “Oh, I got that,” he adds, “I’ll need a screwdriver to open the fixture and maybe we’ll need to screw the bulb in a bit tighter. If not, I’ll take a ride to the hardware store and get a new lightbulb for you,”

Spencer has a nervous habit of licking his lips when nervous. He does it now, staring at her as her brain tries to process someone doing something for her. The last thing she wants, as they stand so close, is to be distracted by his lips.

“You’d do that? You’d do that for me?” Y/N asks, knowing it’s useless to hide her shock from someone as observant as Spencer, “I mean, you don’t have to do that Spencer. It’s been like that for months, maybe years. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve asked James to fix it for me. I mean, you don’t have to do it, Spencer. I don’t want you to go out of your way for me,”

“I’d love to–”

“I’m sure you’re busy–”

“I have the day off,” he replies, waving off her protest as he sips the coffee, “This coffee is excellent by the way. Where’s the ladder?”

“Left closet down the hall,” Y/N answers, sitting back down in the chair as she watches Spencer walk off down the hall. She rubs her thumb across the corner of Aster’s mouth, wiping off the crumbs from the Cheerios. Aster giggles as she tosses the cereal over the tray and onto the ground.

“Silly girl,” Y/N says, picking up the pieces as Spencer comes back into the room with the ladder.

“It’s really fine, Spencer. I’m sure I can figure it out–”

“Y/N,” Spencer says, the firm way he says her name catching her off guard, “I like doing things for you. I can tell you’re not used to it, so get used to it,” he says, his charming smile leaving her too flustered to respond.

“Fine,” Y/N says, pretending that this whole thing is more of a favor to Spencer than to her, “At least hand me the cap so it doesn’t fall on your head,” she adds, taking the fixture from his hands and placing it on the table.

Spencer’s quiet as he works, tightening the light bulb in it’s socket. Like magic, it flickers once and finally illuminates to it’s full brightness. Letting a yelp of joy, Y/N jumps up, nearly knocking Spencer off the ladder. He starts to climb down, carefully putting each foot in the rung below as he descends. Y/N, despite her eager celebration at the working light, notices Spencer’s smile.

“Thank you,” Y/N says, reaching up to hug Spencer as he stands on the first rung, balancing carefully, “I know I could have done it myself, or gotten Liz over here, but it’s just–”

“You wanted someone to do something nice for you” Spencer says. She ignores the way his breath hitches when she rests her head against his body, choosing to push away the way her entire body aches for him, aches from someone to love her, “I like doing nice things for the people that matter to me,”

“I matter to you?” she asks, hating the way her voice sounds like a meak wallflower. She never was shy around people when it came to romantic interactions. If she could even call what she has with Spencer romantic, or rather, if they have anything at all.

It happens in half a second, maybe less. Spencer, just as he’s about reply, comes tumbling down the ladder. Luckily, he’s only barely a foot off the ground. Unluckily, when you’re over 6 feet tall and as gangly as a teenager, any kind of fall is hard and fast.

“Ooof,” Spencer says, steadying himself on the nearest “thing”, which just happens to be Y/N’s waist. His hands, in his attempt to catch himself, lifted her shirt a bit from her hips leaving some skin exposed. Spencer’s large hands cover the expanse of her bare skin. His hands are warm, warmer than her already warm skin. He grips tightly and she’s not sure if it’s because he wants to or because he has to. Spencer’s face, in the fifteen seconds that it lasts, is so close to her face that she can see the small wrinkles in the creases of his eyes. Spencer has beautiful eyes, kind eyes. And warm hands, very warm, very big hands that are brushing up against her skin–

His face is getting closer, much closer. Crows feet. That’s what the lines in the corners of his eyes are called. Whatever they're called, they look beautiful on him. As his face grows closer, Y/N knows that he’s going to kiss her and she’s going to let him. Even if they both have morning breath and Aster’s throwing cereal at the ground.

When he kisses her it’s not like any kiss she’s ever received. Her husband used to kiss her with excitement, but soon that morphed into a chore. The first time Spencer kissed her it was hungry, mainly teeth with an undercurrent of anger rushing through both their veins. But now, Spencer kisses her like he’ll do it for the rest of his life. His hands, much to her disappointment, leave her the bare skin of her hips for her cheeks. Spencer holds her, keeping her steady as he catches her bottom lip between his lips. Pulling gently, Y/N chokes down a whimper and feels a shudder travel from her head to her toes.

Just as she feels his hands make their way to the back of her head, Spencer pulls away. He rests his head against her forehead, his eyes studying her face like he wants to commit her to memory.

“You matter to me,” Spencer whispers, leaning back in for a kiss. Y/N catches his self assured smirk as she giggles into his mouth, kissing her again, but this time in the daylight.

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