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Walter to the Rescue
Gif not mine it belongs to @alphinias
After a ride in the woods late at night you wind up getting lost and to the readers surprise Cole actually answers your call.
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Kicking my horse in the belly to go faster with the wind running through my hair that I left completely loose. This wasnât the first time I had taken one of the Walter family's horses to clear my head from a day of high school. It all could be a lot especially when everyone in this town knows you have a close family relationship with the Walter kids. Because it only results in half the school thinking you're sleeping with some of them. âWoah boy. Easy now.â
My horse begins making some noise in protest hearing some thunder off in the distance. I knew that horses could get spooked easy but I wasn't too worried about it. Alex had taught me how to keep your cool on them. Looking around at the treeline the leaves have already begun changing colors making it really beautiful. âAh!â I screamed suddenly when lighting hit the ground in front of me and that caused my horse to whine and throw me off its back.
âOw! No waitâŚâ I called out to my horse but he was already far off into the treeline. Running a hand through my hair I sighed seeing that the sky was getting darker meaning there was a storm coming. Digging inside my jacket pocket I drew out my phone dialing the house phone getting no answer. âSeriously a house full of that many people and nobody hears the phone!â
I guess I couldn't blame them for not answering. That house is always loud and crazy no matter what time of day. Plus now that Jackie from New York had moved in things got more complicated. Tapping my knees in thought I tried to decide who would answer my call. Alex was busy with Jackie, Parker was probably outside playing with Benny. Will was working tonight selling houses. Jordan, Nathan, Lee, Isaac and Danny didn't drive. So that left me in the hands of the most popular guy in town who was known for hooking up with multiple girls Cole. Lifting my head up to the sky I felt heavy rain coming down where I scrambled to my feet but collapsed when I felt a sharp pain in my left ankle. âShit!...guess he's my only choice now.â
It wasn't that I hated the guy. I just hated the reputation he had made for himself. The rain came pouring down where I grunted, forcing myself to stand up. I hopped over to the treeline to get some coverage from the storm. The wind was picking up, shaking everything so I dialed his number. âPick up, pick up.â
âWhat's going on, Y/n?â His voice came through the phone.
âDon't make fun of me but I'm lost.â I stated.
He chuckled at me. âHow did little woodlen girl get lost?â
âCole, I'm not in the mood for teasing right now.â I spat back.
The former star football player still was laughing on the other end. âIâm sorry I just canât believe girl who hunts with her father managed to get lost on our property. I mean I never thought Iâd see the day from someone like you.â
âCole, I am currently stuck out in a storm and called you for help so can you take this seriously please!â I raised my voice pulling the hood of my jacket over my head shivering when the wind blew harshly against me.
Finally to my surprise he came to his senses responding back to me. âAlright Iâll come get you.â He hung up the call and I was forced to listen and watch the storm get worse for an hour or so.
Burying my face into my knees my body was shaking from the cold and the fact that my clothes were soaked head to toe. I heard a vehicle engine getting closer in my direction and it pulled to a stop showing me it was Coleâs truck he was usually working on in the barn. The drivers door flung opened and quickly shut where I saw someone running towards me with a jacket in their hands. âCole?â
âOne knight in shining armor, woodland girl.â He declared dropping down on a knee, draping the jacket over my shoulders.
I glared up into his green eyes seeing his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. âCan you please call me by my actual name for once?â
âMaybe someday. Come on let's get out of the cold before we both get frost bite.â He offered me his hands tugging me to stand.
âArgh!â I winced, dropping down on my other knee after my injured ankle.
Cole was quick on his reflectances sweeping me up bridal style into his muscular arms. âLooks like you needed a better horse riding teacher than Alex huh?â
âLetâs not talk about it right now.â I said feeling embarrassed enough as is. He helped me into the passenger seat and we drove home. He carried me upstairs and sat me down on the edge of his bed in his bedroom.
He searched around in the closet grabbing himself a change of clothes. Then he tossed me one of his blue tea shirts and some shorts. âHere I can help you if you need it.â
âTurn around first.â I instructed him, blushing since I haven't even kissed anyone before. He did as told giving me the chance to slip my wet shirt for his and shrugging off my jeans until I thought about getting the shorts on. I pulled them up as much as I could before getting his attention. âCole, I canât get them up without standing on my foot.â
He looks over his shoulder coming back to me moving his hands down to the left side telling me. âLift your foot for me.â I lifted my foot and he shrugged it up then helping me sit back down on the bed so I could do the same to my right leg without his assistance.
âThanks, Cole.â I whispered where he stands in front of me letting silence fill the room. I avoided his gaze, not sure of what to say until I shut my eyes to ask the question. âSo did you have to skip a hookup with Erin to come rescue me?â
He tilted his head to the side. âWhy would you care if I did. You have a crush on me or something, woodland girl?â
âY/n, you know my name so use it.â I corrected him. âAnd even if I did, you don't have relationships. I wouldn't want to be another girl tricked by The Cole Effect.â
He raised a brow at my words. âOh yeah. What makes you think you'd just be another girl I hook up with?â
âLike I said everyone at school knows you don't do real boyfriend girlfriend relationships. You do hook ups and my mother saw it before I did but I refuse to let my feelings for you lead me down that path since you can't possibly feel the same way about me as I do you.â I accidentally admitted without realizing it to him.
Cole stared blankly at me. âYou don't think I feel the same?â
âIf you did, you have a funny way of showing it.â Shrugging my shoulders I lowered my gaze down from his green orbs.
Cole simply replied then closed the gap between us. âIs this enough of an effort for ya.â He cupped my face in his hands, crashing his lips down onto mine.
I gasped in shock and awe that the famous Cole Walter was kissing me. He was kissing me, the girl that wasnât popular like he was. The girl that was just a friend of the family but still no one special. âColeâŚIâve neverâŚ.never done anything like this.â I mumbled tugging on his blonde locks deepening the kiss. He moaned gently pushing me down onto the mattress and he climbed over top of me never breaking the heated kiss until we needed air.
âIâm not doing this to just have a hook up with you, Y/n. Iâm not good with commitment but I do actually care about you.â He breathed out holding himself up by his hands on either side of me, blonde hair falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were focused on me.
Raising one hand up I tangled my fingers into his hair asking the question that was eating away at me now. âSo what does that make us now, Cole Walter?â
âWe can take this slow and figure it out as we go along, Y/n Woodland Girl L/n.â He smiled leaning down kissing me gently this time. I giggled wrapping my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me enjoying the kisses we shared.
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VAPOR, pt II. | jjk ft. myg
pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x steam!ocÂ
genre: smut, a great dose of angst
word count: 11.9k
summary: hard times ask for extra care and like the healer he is, jungkook doesn't fail to give you his absolute best.
pinterest board: vapor | playlist: vapor
warnings: heartbreak, lots of tears, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), praise kink, sucking fingers, female masturbation, fingering, oc is extremely wet and jk is rly rly hard for her <3, squirting, multiple orgasms, jk tells her off kinda and it's hot, pet names, raw and rough sex, the abandonment issues are heavy in one part, mention of a sex toy
note: hi, my loves. this was absolutely painful to write, but i know i made a good decision. unfortunately for those who are waiting for the next seriesâi'm sorry, but this will have another part. it's already so long and if i kept going, it'd have probably like 20k plus words and i don't want to take up your time. i think i can manage to post the last part THIS week, so look forward to this. one part of the happy ending done. <3 i love you, guys, i hope you like this. don't hesitate to let me know; i worked hard and i want validation skfjslkfjsklfs. enjoy, my loves. <3
A dead man for the fifth time, Jungkook finds the unfolding of the events quite ridiculous now. And heâs not surprised, how could he really be at this point, that thereâs radio silence within the chambers of his heart.Â
The food court is muted, the lights are ever still bright, but the corners of his eyes gain peculiar shadows that cling to the side of your face as you swirl your spoon in your hot soup. His phone is ringing and its obnoxious sound is but a vibration in his hand and the only thing thatâs delaying him from sliding his thumb across his device is some sort of consent in your solemn, yet saddened features. He can see translucent threads lining your rounded lips that have sown your mouth shut, preventing you from speaking out your tender heart and itâs predominantly this thing, among the obvious other ones, that drives him to make a scene in front of all of these people crowded around him.Â
If he has to, he will rip those wisps. Make it as painless as possible because whether he likes it or not, he needs you right now. Needs your word of advice, needs your consent in order to do what the entirety of his organs yearns to do. And if you say no, heâll willingly turn his phone off and refuse to speak to his once-closest friend.Â
Just for the sake of your mental health. Just to outrun fate and grasp her wrist to stop her from furthermore scarring your heart.Â
You have enough of them and he has only one pair of lips to heal them.Â
Lifting the spoon to your mouth, you keep your gaze on its silver coat and it unnerves himâthe fact you wonât look at him, the fact that you so evidently donât want to be in this situation. Your own boyfriend is chasing you around town, even though he transmitted waves of nothingness your way when he had you under his roof. He doesnât fucking understand it. Doesnât understand how heâs capable of doing such a thing and fury rises in his gut, soars high to his throat, which constricts around it so tightly that it forbids him from inhaling any oxygen into his lungs. And he fears that if he speaks, itâll soak you. Make you even smaller than you are and heâll hate himself for the rest of his life for it.Â
HoweverâŚÂ
He needs to talk to you. Time is pressing down on his shoulders once again and here and now, heâs too burdened, too fragile to bear it. His stoicism has long been fractured, its shards cracking cacophonously under the soles of his sneakers and⌠the singular tear rooting on his pale cheek hasnât even dried up.Â
âTell me what to do, sweetheart,â Jungkook says, his voice a soft, deep murmur; a plea. His surroundings gain volume, little by little, the lack of air in his lungs causing his mind to spin. His body grows cold and, unwittingly, he bounces his leg underneath the table. âIf you donât want me to pick up this call, I wonât. Itâs your decision.âÂ
He knows that whatever it is that will come out of your mouth and change the trajectory of his fury, heâll protect you nonetheless. No matter what, no matter what it takes. Heâll unleash whatâs been swarming in him for a long time in private sometime later if you ask for itâheâll gladly tell his organs no and theyâll have to listen. Thatâs certainly not an issue.Â
What will be an issue is if you remain quiet. He doesnât know what will happen to him under that circumstance. He has very little trust in something thatâs out of his grasp and he has strong disliking for the looseness of it all. Doesnât feel right.Â
A quick, soft slurp of your soup. A lift of your weary eyes. A kick in his heart. âI donât want to make any decision. If you want to pick up the call, you should. I donât mind. If you donât, thatâs fine, too.âÂ
He must be dead because heâs staring at his own reincarnation.Â
Youâve walked so far on your pathway of suffering that you reached the point that you donât care anymore. Donât care that thereâs a risk Yoongi will see you or hear you. Donât care about whatâs going to happen when he does and about the events after. Itâs as admirable as it is disturbing and a faint pulse begins to sound in his chest. Thrill nips at his skin; a sense of responsibility uncoiling within, linking to the surety of his instinct to protect you. To stand up for you. To make things right in a way, way different manner than heâs ever tried before and itâs those inclinations that drive his thumb to swipe across the screen.Â
Though he doesnât look at Yoongi. No, he looks at you, studying your features. Itâs not that he doesnât trust your words, he does and vehemently so, but this is a difficult situation that youâre both in and it would be only understandable if the gravity of it washed over you all of a sudden and you werenât comfortable with this anymore. He wouldnât hesitate to end the call right away. Fuck what Yoongi thinks.Â
But nothing changes about your weariness. Itâs a still pool of water, unmoving and utterly impenetrable, like the pond behind his cabin during cold, winter times. When this is over, he promises to get warm and dip his fingers in, permeate your skin with rosiness and coziness. Stall the change of seasons unfurling in you.Â
And Jungkook pleats that promise into the palm of your hand as he takes it, his thumb against your head line. Watches you stuff your mouth full with noodles. His own stomach churns, the fury half parting, making a way for his hunger to suffuse his senses. Heâs so happy youâre eating that all he can think about is how heâs going to make your life better with this one singular video call.Â
He leaves you to it and focuses his gaze down on Yoongi. His once-close friend is driving in his car and despite the shit view he has of him, due to his service and the way Yoongiâs phone is angled, he can still see the way heâs swathed by murkiness. The purple marks under his eyes are a stark contrast to the pallidness of his skin and his hair is a mess, tufts of black strands sticking in different directions as if he had been on the verge of ripping his hair out. He has one hand on the steering wheel, while the other runs over his upper lip. Over and over, back and forth, waiting, patiently, for Jungkookâs attention.Â
He starts speaking once he knows he has it.Â
âSorry to bother you, I didnât know who else to call.â He sighs and explains that heâs calling because of you, the mention of your name causing his voice to crack. âI drove up to her apartment, but sheâs not there. She told me she was going to her place when she⌠when she⌠left.âÂ
So he heard you loud and clear, and yet he didnât have the decency to respond to you, make you know that you were heard. Jungkook looks at you and this time you look back at him, too. A tight, painful exchange of glances. He squeezes your hand, even as Yoongi continues.Â
âSheâs not picking up the phone. Iâm worried about herââ
Jungkook is swift with his words. âYou shouldâve thought of that before you let her leave,â he snaps, his whole body tense, hanging yet again by the thread. He keeps his hold over your hand gentle, despite it allâdespite the fact that his form yearns to explode. âYouâre too reckless. Leave her alone.âÂ
Your eyes widen while Yoongiâs narrow, but he doesnât regret what he said. He knows thereâs utmost truth in them, something that should scramble his brain until he comprehends it. Yoongiâs mouth purses in a tight line and his fist clenches before he places it on the steering wheel with a thud.Â
âDonât talk to me like this. I donât need this,â Yoongi mutters, pulling out his hyung card and while it angers Jungkook even more, he also thinks thatâs the biggest load of bullshit that has ever come out of his mouth. âI need to know where she is.âÂ
He gazes intently at you as he says, âItâs none of your business.âÂ
And those big eyes of yours round in a good emotion that he canât really recognize and slowly, you swallow down your noodles. Speechless, he deduces. A tendril of adrenaline courses in him, strengthening his responsibility and protectiveness over you, kissing it ever so sweetly when you squeeze his hand.Â
A validation.Â
Jungkook could stay like this. He wouldnât mind at allâit feels too nice. Feels like youâre his. And perhaps at this very moment you are.Â
The feeling is so overwhelming that he doesnât give two shits about the fact Yoongi is detonating on the other side of the screen. He keeps his eyes on you.Â
âWhat the fuck do you mean itâs none of my business? Is she with you?âÂ
Itâs at this moment that a proud smile curls Jungkookâs lips. And itâs joy that absorbs his organs, his heart beating loudly and clearly. Even the people around him seem happier in his peripheral vision. He thinks this night tops in the best days heâs ever had.Â
Tension has grabbed a hold of you, too. But he will make it better. Heâs got you.Â
He continues with the truth and heâs not afraid of it. Not at all.Â
âYes, sheâs safe with me.âÂ
Those words, most peculiarly, soothe Yoongiâs rage. Silence fills his car, one that forces Jungkook to flick his eyes to his phone because he truly canât believe whatâs happening. Yoongi runs his hand down his face and nods once, the murkiness loosening a fair bit before it pulps him. Itâs now that he becomes small. A tiny boy, at the hands of his own repercussions. Displeased, but relieved. A strange, strange sight.
âGood,â Yoongi says and Jungkookâs stomach drops. âShe should be with you. Youâre better than me in ways I could never be. She doesnât need me anymore.âÂ
Your mouth parts and a vexation of your own clutches you. Enough for you to drop your spoon and lift your hand, palm up. The adrenaline in Jungkookâs system thickens. âGive me the phone.âÂ
Yoongi's head turns to the screen at the sound of your irritated voice and Jungkookâs smile widens, handing you the device. He knows what youâre about to say will put an end to this difficult situation and heâs eager to hear it, eager for it to happen.Â
âCareful, donât make him crash his car,â Jungkook whispers, ever so smug, just for your ears, but on the other hand, he doesnât care if it finds a way to your boyfriendâs as well. You gaze at him most solemnly, fleetingly, and he canât read shit in your expression. Heâs not troubled by it, however; he wants you to let loose in whatever form of your choosing, of your liking. You deserve it, to be boundless like that. Itâs been a long time coming.
His phone in your hand is too large and he finds it so cute that it helps him relax. Without withdrawing his hand, he hunches over his soup, getting his utensils ready.Â
And his first taste of his meal is as good as the first words you hurl at Yoongi.Â
âAre you joking right now? Is that all you have to say after everything? Youâre actually unbelievable,â you spit, shooting daggers at the screen, your brows furrowed, a lethal glare directed at him. Yoongi doesnât say anything, but he hears him sigh. âIâd like you to know that itâs my decision that Iâm with him. Not yours. Youâre not in control of it and you never will be again. Iâm with him because I want to be with him, not because you let me be with him or because you think itâs good.âÂ
Your voice rises in volume ever so slightly, respectful of your surroundings, but untethering your heart free nonetheless. A tortured pain coats it, despite the fact youâre holding yourself strong and it drives Jungkook to let go of his spoon, unable to eat when he feels your agony in all its raw immensity. You struck his awe and all he can do is watch you make order of your life. For your sake and also, most remarkably, for his. A beautiful, beautiful sight.
Love unable to be real turning away, slowly, from the dead end.Â
âSo, weâre over?â Yoongi asks, smallâsmall voice. Jungkook has never heard it before and butterflies zap his stomach with the strongest electricity they could come across.Â
Your face doesnât change and you donât hesitate to unleash your next words. âI think you should go see other people and heal from this mess. Youâve grown too attached to your own fucked up impressions and you need a reality check.âÂ
Such coldness, such brutality. Jungkook canât breatheâfinds it hard to believe this is happening right now, that angels are by his side, keeping his bloodstream flowing. He feels as though heâs dreaming again due to the speck of vagueness in your answer. Yes, youâve told him to go see other people, but heâs also aware that Yoongi needs the raw truth on a silver platter. If thereâs anything he hates with all his being, itâs the abyss of obscurities. Itâs the space in his brain for him to make up for the emptiness of your words.Â
Jungkook intertwines his fingers with yours, his thumb fondling the crook between your thumb and your forefinger, giving you the little strength he possesses in himâthe last of it, all he has.Â
Are you breaking up with him or are you taking a break?Â
Jungkook longs to know, perhaps he needs it, too, even though both options are more than merciful for such a wretched dreamer like him. A dreamer that has stumbled upon gold in a poor, poor world.Â
âHoney, please.â Yoongi breaks into sobs and itâs now, now as Jungkook hears the sound of a raw emotion from such a detached person that he softens, his fury snuffed out in a blink of an eye, and he canât feel his arms, nor his legs. He realizes, most strangely, that itâs his friend, one he spent the last ten years of his life with. The aftertaste of copper pools in his mouth again and his own eyes wet. Yours, too, your chin quivering the more you take in his devastated state. âI canât do this without you. IâI donât know how to.âÂ
Despite your tenderness, your words remain firm. âI think youâve managed quite well these past few days. Youâve pushed me away, needed space. So go have it. I wonât suffer through it, though. Iâll do what I want, you should, too. You need to heal in the only way you know how. Alone.âÂ
Yoongi sniffles, taking long breaths to seemingly calm his shuddering lungs. And pity enfolds his heart, pity for his friend that heâs become such a wreck and that heâs a witness to it, more than the cause behind it. He puts the latter to the side, now is not the right time for it.Â
He knows what will happen to him once he breaks the dam of self-blame. Itâs not what you need right now and he will make sure to keep that dam of your own safe and stable. Itâs his duty.Â
âWill you wait for me?â Yoongi asks and Jungkook feels that question curl around his gut. With a light layer of sadness, he returns to his food, his stomach grumbling.Â
You sigh, swiping your fingers under the skin beneath your lower lashes, perhaps so Yoongi doesnât see your weakness. Jungkook watches you as he slurps on his noodles, nervousâterribly, terribly nervous.Â
âI donât know if Iâm able to trust you like that again,â you conclude, taking a big breath and Jungkook chokes on his food, coughing so hard that you untangle your hand from his and slap his back. âGotta go. Iâll call you later.â You end the phone call and gently lay down his phone, rubbing his back soothingly as Jungkook splutters. âAre you okay? What happened?â
What happened? You gave him life. Made a pathway for his dreams to come true. Gave him a leeway to walk upon this earth with no weight on his shoulders. Turned something inaccessible accessible.Â
Love unreal becomes real, running headlong in the opposite direction of the dead end.Â
The last of his aching coughs emit out of his throat and he swallows, lungs heaving with freedom and easy, easy breaths. The air is different, the oxygen much sweeter. You put his tall glass of water into his hand, encouraging him to drink, never letting go of him as Jungkook takes a big sip, the cold liquid washing away all of those dark ashes left from the fire of his fury. His vision blurs once he looks at you in this new, shifted reality and thereâs a smile to his face, calmness surging through his body, exhilaration most needed twining around it.Â
âYou tell me,â Jungkook says, almost out of breathâout of his mind. âWhat just happened?âÂ
You go back to your soup, squeeze your fried egg open with your chopsticks. âIâm not letting him hurt me again. I donât have to be strong and take it, do I?â With the yolk spilling in, you push the entirety of the egg white into your mouth, huffing in delight, rolling your eyes back and chewing, cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel. His own utensils go slack in his hand, watching you enjoy your food, his heart enlarging. But then you furrow your brows and stop chewing. âFuck, itâs cold, but itâs so good.â You sigh and resume chewing, your eyes flicking across the table, your body bouncing excitedly in your seat. You act as though you didnât just break your own boyfriendâs heartâas if you led a normal conversation with him, in which he was just checking up with you. Jungkookâs awe is so struck that he canât speak. Canât eat. Canât do anything but watch you with all that love abounding in his being for you. And then you flick your eyes to his and the wrinkle between your brows deepens. âWhy arenât you eating? Is it too cold?âÂ
He calls your name, firmly. Leans back in his seat with a big sigh. Rubs his eyes with his fingers. âWhat just happened?âÂ
Thereâs simply no way this is real.Â
You devour your noodles, swallowing spoonfuls of soup. âI ended things with him, Jungkook, and Iâm not coming back to him.âÂ
His mouth dries, heart picks up speed. How are you saying this with such ease? Isnât your heart split in two? Your devotion clung to his guy with every breath you took and back at his cabin, you wouldnât let him play with you unless Yoongi was present. How come it seems like youâre anything but heartbroken right now?Â
âAre you okay?â Jungkook asks in all honesty, confounded by your behavior.Â
You push away your bowl, cradling your full belly. âYes, Iâm okay.âÂ
He doesnât really believe you. Losing your appetite was proof enough. âPositive?âÂ
You look over to the side and your chin begins to quiver. There it is. Your hand flies to your face and you hide the rupture of your pretense behind it. The corners of your face, the only parts he gets to see, flush in red and Jungkook grabs your things with a heavy, sinking heart. Walks over to you and gives you his hand.Â
âLetâs go home, sweetheart.âÂ
The weeping clouds have migrated not just to your eyes but to his, too. The night is deep and Jungkook feels it, ardently, coming to rest beneath his skin, floating on its back upon the stream of his tears that heâs stifling. Heâs holding your hand and your purse as heâs leading you to his place. You didnât want to see the face of your apartment. As a matter of fact, you couldnât stand anything that reminded you of Yoongi and you begged him to take you somewhere youâve never been before. Jungkook only nodded, brushing away the tears that managed to escape. Thought heâd bring you to any place youâd ever ask, just as long as you stuck with him.Â
Heâs gained what he wanted for a long time, but at what cost? The two people he loves the most are broken. One, his dearest, heâs grasping tightly so she wouldnât fly away. The other is becoming but a memory, ten years going down the drainânever to be seen again, never to be continued.Â
He has you, but he lost Yoongi. And the realization hangs, heftily, over his clavicles, swinging back and forth, kicking into his chest.Â
He canât stand the sight of him either, however. How strange.Â
Once inside the warmth of his apartment, he canât help but rid you of the hideous flannel of his that youâre wearing, bunching it up in his fists and throwing it away to the corner of his bench on the side of his wall without you knowing. With his hand on the small of your back, he guides you to his living room and he lets you skim your sight all around it, slipping his fingers under the hem of your tiny top, just touching you there. White walls, brown leather couch, a TV that takes up the most of the space alongside the kitchen with a plain dining area consisting of an old wooden, rectangular table with four chairs. A huge singular space of nothingness that has never felt home-like, not until youâve stepped inside.Â
Now, all of a sudden, it has colors. Vibrant, yet soft-toned with each inhale of his breath. You bring your oxymorons everywhere you go and they stay where you reside, even if you move someplace else. The evidence of it is in his very body. While he feels at his most fragile, he also senses himself to be strong. Strong enough to take care of you right at this moment, be there for you and give you anything youâd ever want. And while his eyes are still wet, cheeks bedewed by his softness, he also wants to break this placeâself-blame creeping in, threatening to emerge from the hidden spots somewhere within the battlefield of his chest.Â
This is his fault. Had he never said yes, you wouldnât be in pain and neither would his friend be. But in that scenario, he wouldnât know you existed. Wouldnât have you. Would lead a forlorn life, with his paints and his alcohol.Â
You would be happy with Yoongi. Radiant, glowy. With your glitters, your little dresses. Your nighttime robes and your little lingerie.Â
Would you? Has he ruined your happiness? Has he ruined you?Â
Jungkook turns you around to him. He needs to ask you; he needs to have the certainty, otherwise he wonât sleep tonight. Wonât even close his eyesâthe thoughts would eat away his drowsiness. Leave only wakefulness in their wake. Jungkook presses his lips against your forehead, lingering there, formulating his words, carefully. His hands clutch your shoulders. Your frail, slender shoulders.Â
Yoongi devastated your appetite enough that you lost all your soft fleshiness. He took it away and he doesnât even perceive it. It was clear to him by the way you pushed your plate away, when your emotions rushed through; you didnât have to say a word. And although he grieves the personal loss, still this is something heâll never forgive him for.Â
âWould you have been happy if you never knew me?â he asks, subduedly, torment clawing at his vocal cords. âWould you have been happy with him?âÂ
A teardrop spills down your cheekbone, plopping onto the material of your top, soaking it. You furrow your brows, seem angry at his choice of words and he regrets them, enough that his mouth rounds in a tender emotion that heâs too weak to stifle back. And then you bunch up his T-shirt, just like you did earlier in the dressing room, and thereâs a tendril of relief that maybe he didnât fuck up so majestically. He wants to weep; holding them back pains him too much and that ease, that repose is all he wants. Itâs not that heâs shy or unwilling to let out his feelingsâitâs just that heâs putting yours above his, deeming them more important. He wants to be strong for you, someone you can lean onâand how can he do that for you when heâs crumbling on the inside?Â
âHow can you say that to me?â you ask in disbelief and Jungkook wants to rewind back the time. Wants to keep quiet and just hold you through this fateful night. He winces, looking away, his own chin quivering this time and he canâtâhe canât hold back. He possesses no strength. A tear trickles down his cheek, one full of agony, hot against his skin and he whimpers, he whimpers when you cradle his face in your hands, step on your tippy toes and press your lips against his. Your mouth is so warm and heâs shivering with cold; silky while his are ruined by the constant biting he did in the car. He is a ruinationâhow can you want him? He ruined your relationship. And now even his tears have stained your angelic, pure face.Â
âI feel like Iâve ruined everything,â he admits and his chest hurts, lungs tight, body trembling in that persisting cold. âIâve ruined your relationship. Iâve ruined your life. Yoongiâs. Caused so much pain, so much trauma. Only because I let my friends convince me into going out when I came back from the military.âÂ
The wrinkle between your brows smooths down and you pout, caressing his face. Jungkook canât halt the rivulet of his liquid emotions. Not when he feels your love so awfully intensely, embracing him around and around, tightening, giving him a sense of safety.Â
âCan I tell you something?â You take his hand in yours and Jungkook already misses your warm touch on his face. He nods. âWhereâs your room?âÂ
He leads you there and you crawl onto his bed, patting the space beside you, curling on your side. He mirrors your position and you prop the side of your leg on his, intertwining your fingers with his on the bedding, moving his hand to your mouth.Â
And your words seep into his fist.Â
âWe were together for five months and I never met his family. Never met his friends, except you. I never really thought about it in depth because he kept me busy, despite the fact all we did was fuck. It was enough for me, I guess, because Iâd been alone for a long, long time before I met him. And Iâm a bit of a loner myself so I didnât mind that we spent all of our time in his apartment, fucking and watching movies. It wasnât until I met you, Jungkook,â you pause, taking a big breath in, fondling his knuckles with your thumb, soothing him, soothing the drowsiness that is suddenly falling upon him like a blanket, waving off his tears, drying them. âThat I realized itâs not really supposed to be like this in my life. I remember that night when he was out with you and I was in the bathroom. I thought about when was the last time he took me out and I shivered. I shivered, Jungkook. It was the first seed sown and I didnât know. And when you came into my life, I spent my weekends out with you. You took me to your cabin, you took me out to dinner dates. Even today you took me to the mall. I realized itâs supposed to be like this. Yoongi never did that.âÂ
Your words tingle across his fist and heâs quick with his own. âBut were you happy?âÂ
So are you. You donât hesitate. âI thought I was, but the way Iâm happy with you canât compare to the way I thought I was happy with him.âÂ
The truth wafts in the air, sweetening it and another onrush of tears come out of his tear ducts. He leans in closer to you, nose to nose, sniffling, sobbing quietly and you kiss his hand. Over and over, breathing against his skin. Light opens in him as the truth unfoldsâwith the little time he had with you, he managed to make you happier. Not just happy, but happier.
âI had a lot of time to think about this. It wasnât just today that he didnât speak to me. He barely did throughout the week, but today was the worst of it all and I couldnât take it anymore. It hurt, it hurt so much,â you continue and Jungkook knows how much it pains you, when Yoongi abandons you over and over, clawing his fingernails in your scars. Heâs glad, brims completely with that gratefulness that it also rolls down his cheeks, mingling with his tears, that you were strong enough to put a stop to itâas hard as it was. âAnd you know what I think? Yoongi needs someone like that. Someone whoâs a much bigger loner than I am. Someone whoâs okay with staying home, with keeping things casual. He needs a friend and Iâll continue being that for him, but not in the way he wants. Iâll be there for him, but not as closely as he was used to, you know? It has to be a process. I canât just disappear out of his life. I donât have the heart to do that.âÂ
Extending his arm, Jungkook invites you to rest your head against his bicepâonly because he yearns to touch you. Without untangling your intertwinement, you lay against him, breathing in his scent and Jungkook wraps the same arm around your shoulders, cocooning you in. Body to body, his lips against your forehead. You look up at him and he looks down at you, a profound exchange of glances. The reality shifts once more, the energy deepens, filling it with something beyond affection and loveâfate thickening the air, intense, earnest and impassioned. And submitting to it, Jungkook raises your chin and kisses you, deeply, slipping his tongue inside just briefly. Kisses your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, hides himself in that crook, breathing with you and nothing else.
A brand new reality.Â
He canât help but think about how smart you are. How admirable, how good. How well you handled everything, how well you made an order out of your life and ultimately out of Yoongiâs, too. Like Jungkook will take care of you, you will take care of Yoongiânot leaving him on his own with his shattered heart and mental health. He just hopes that sometime soon, he will be able to have a part in it, too. Itâs his utmost wish. No matter how upset he was with him, how strongly he disliked him in certain moments, itâs still a person he loves, a person he spent the last ten years of his life with. A family, almost.Â
âDo you think heâll ever forgive me?â Jungkook whispers, squeezing you against his body, drawing you closer until your lungs and his gain that singular synchronization. Your leg straddles his torso and he grows greedy, needing you even closer. Needing to get underneath your skin.Â
âIâll try my best to make it happen,â you whisper back, running your fingers through his hair. The light that shines in your eyes faintly illuminates his shadowy room and itâs precisely the one he longed to see. Something tells him itâs here to stay and it drives his thumb to caress your wet lashes, the skin beneath your eyes, your rose-kissed cheek.Â
Jungkook trusts you. Youâre such a badass that you will succeed in anything you set yourself out to do. And he tells you. Asks you if you want to take a bath. Thinks it will distract your heart from what it knows, from what itâs used to. Teach it something newâsomething you will connect only with him.
And your reaction enlarges his heart to the point that it breaks his ribcage. Your eyes widen, its light erupting, blinding him, and you gasp, lifting your whole body and grabbing his shirt in your fists. He chuckles in endearment.Â
âYou have a bathtub?âÂ
And your eyes almost fall out of their sockets at the sight of it once he carries you to his bathroom and sets you down. He kisses the back of your head, his hands on your hips, guiding you closer to the bathtub, reaching over to lift the tap and let hot water pour down. You both need it after such an emotionally-exhausting day and Jungkook is eager to get in with you.Â
âStay here. Donât strip. Iâll get your candle,â Jungkook says, lowly, squeezing your hips once and caressing your bum as he turns around and heads to the kitchen.Â
He wants to be the one who takes off your clothes. Plans to do something with you he hasnât done in a long while, something he deems you deserve after everything youâve been through. He grabs your mango-scented candle, your bag of cheese balls, a lighter and a chair and returns to you.Â
Youâre crouching by the bathtub, your hand flowing in the hot water, its steam curling, tenderly, your hair cascading down your back. Jungkook pats the back of your head to announce that heâs come back and you smile up at him, your eyes big and twinkling, so magnificent that he grows weak in the knees, butterflies fluttering their wings in his stomach.Â
Lighting up your candle, you watch as he does it, each three knots flaring up to life and suffusing the air with a balmy, tropical scent. He sets it down on the chair and, helping you stand up to your feet, he doesnât waste a second. His fingers hook under the hem of your top and fling it out. And because he knows youâve never bared yourself like this before him, he hides your nakedness by pressing you against his chest, your soft breasts a pleasure, his digits sliding beneath your leggings and dragging them down your hips, looking over your shoulder. You shimmy out of them, moving your hips ever so delightfully and before he knows it, heâs on his kneesâkissing the apex of your thighs as he takes your feet out of the pant legs. And he thinks he could stay here all his life.Â
Jungkook looks up at you as he removes your socks, kissing your knee without breaking the gaze, and he hopes that you can sense his love for you in it, the unyielding stability that he will cling to you with his body and soulâsimply, with his entire being.Â
Rising slowly, he kisses his pathway up, leaving behind the translucent evidence of that love. Your mound, which makes you giggle, a celestial symphony to his ears, your full tummy where he hopes your invisible rose tattoos still are, both sides of your ribs, the middle of your breasts, your sternum, your collarbones, your throat, your chinâup and up until his lips find yours. And he devours them. With such vigor that you hum into his mouth, your hands reaching for his shirt again.Â
Oh, you want him to get in as well. Very well.Â
He wanted to be the witness to your relaxation, but if itâs your desire that he shares it with youâby all means. He lets you take off his shirt, lifting his arms for you, and youâre quick to allow your hands to discover the parts they donât know. His mole beneath his left pec that he caught you staring at shortly after that turn of events at the cabin. You press your mouth against it, unravel your love for it there by grazing your teeth against it before you lick it over with your tongue, going as far as marking the spot right beside it. Jungkook sinks his fingers in your hair, reveling in it, tummy tingling, holding you like that as you do what you please. Your own digits descend to his pants, setting him free from them and when you get on your knees just like him, his cock tightens in your face.Â
And he dies, angels know for how many times today, when you rub your face in this intimate part of him, his heart bursting.
Not nowâhe canât let you do that now. He wants your muscles to relax first before he can strain them all over again, in a much different way.Â
âMy sweetie,â he starts, sighing, rubbing your scalp. He takes you by the back of your neck, sliding his hand underneath your armpit, and drags you up. A healthy, radiant flush adorns you and heâs glad for the paleness to be gone. Glad his body is the cause of it. It makes his heart happy. âNot now. Letâs get in the tub.âÂ
Your stiffened nipples brush against his bare chest and he almost doubles over, loving the feeling of it. The sigh that leaves your mouth, so akin to his, too.Â
âBut youâre hard,â you whisper, tugging down his boxers until his cock springs free and you immediately wrap your small hand around it, squeezing him lightly.Â
He canât help but to grunt, the faint pleasure dizzying. He missed your hand, missed your touch. Havenât had it in so long. It fits so well in your fist and he believes, in all seriousness, that it belongs to you. Itâs yours.Â
He brushes his lips against yours, but he doesnât kiss you. His brain malfunctions a little bit, the pleasure youâre giving him zapping his dominance. âYou like holding me like this?âÂ
You fondle his tip with your thumb and he hisses, sparks of electricity coursing down his body and he hums at the aftershocks. So good. He feels his arousal drip for you; feels himself lengthening in your hand. You nod, watching it happen, and while it feels nice to be looked at like that, he wants your eyes on him. He cradles your face in one hand, making you look at him, and he pecks you. At the contact, you finally nod your head. Jungkook envelops his palm around your fist and guides you to squeeze him harder, groaning onto your mouth.Â
âYouâre such a good girl,â he praises and embraces you, hiding himself in the crook of your neck again, inhaling you. Petrichor, mango, your personal scent. Itâs all he wants to breathe in for the rest of his life. Itâs what heaven must smell like. Actually, heaven must be what heâs hugging.Â
You whimper and for it Jungkook tightens his hold around you. Skin to skin. Heâll never get over it. âI love being good for you.âÂ
He hums his approval, following the cascade of your hair down your back with his palm, rooting at your bum, grasping the flesh. âYouâre the best girl. Letâs get you clean.âÂ
The loss of contact aches and he can see it even on your face, an adorable pout forming on your mouth. Helping you get in the bathtub, you wait until he joins you and itâs only then that you sit down, unsure of how both of you are going to fit in such a small space like this. Knees in between his, you exchange a few giggles in the awkwardness of it all before Jungkook kisses them and leads you to lean back against him, your spine against his chest, your body getting lost in his.Â
Turning off the tap, the water is scorching but pleasant, his muscles relaxing, the very little remnants of the fight of his self-blame tearing apart at last. It must be as enjoyable for you because once you settle in and you take in the heat, the effect of the candle, the dimmed light and the soft shower of rain pittering against the windows, you let loose completely, your head slack against his sternum, breathing steadily, eyes fluttering closed. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, your breasts pressed against them, and he loves the feeling of your raw femininity in his hands, in such a nonsexual context. His arousal might be alive and longing for you, but that feeling, somehow, overweighs it in a way heâs unable to understand.Â
He doesnât mind; he could stay like this.Â
And both of you do for some time, feeling each otherâs top halves of bodies, resting, thinking of nothing, until you tip your chin and, puckering your lips, you ask for a kiss. Arch your back until your breasts bounce free from his hold. His cock twitches against your back from the sight and you smirk.Â
Sly little girl. He cages them once again, though this time quite differently. One hand grabs the flesh at the base, the other sneaks to your chin, your other breast nudged in the crook of his elbow. His finger traces the lines of your lips, flattened now, kissing it every once in a while. And as if it was a signal for you to open up when he stalls his movement in the middle, you open up for him. And the feeling of your tongue, the suction of your lips, the sound of it allâit drives him to head down the path of absolute madness.Â
He might have just found his ultimate weakness.Â
Jungkook adds a second finger in, when you angle your body, so he can have a good view of it, your head propped against the bathtub wall, lidded eyes fixed on him.Â
So much for relaxing. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, swiftly, causing your brows to knit in confusion. It humors him, but youâre not getting your way that easily.Â
âYou should relax,â he scolds in a teasing manner, not meaning a word of it. âYouâve had a long day of shopping.âÂ
You laugh through your nose, a soft smile gracing your lips and for a split second, Jungkook wonders if he didnât ruin the moment again by altering the reality again, bringing back the memory of whatâs happened. If he didnât invite in your guilt, perhaps. Youâre here with him, about to be made love to, while the person you still love is dealing with brokenness on the other side of the city.Â
And he tells you in the form of a kiss sunk into your cheek, drawing your body closer to him, cradling the back of your neck, squishing you against him. It causes you to turn your body to the side, slightly, and Jungkook hikes you higher, letting you lean your face against his cheek like that, pecking you over and over again. There isnât enough body of water to overspill from the tub, but your shifting caused small waves to lap at your body and Jungkook finds himself transfixed by the sight of it. It seems as though the ripples are worshiping your body and an inkling to do the same, to do better, rises in himâas well as the impulse to tell you with words this time.Â
He should verbally communicate with you. Just to be safe.Â
âDid I remind you of it again?âÂ
Your fingertips follow the valleys of his abdomen, half dipped in the water.Â
âRemind me of what?â you say and thereâs a striking gentleness to your voice, some kind of blissfulness that feels terribly foreign to him. âOf my freedom?âÂ
A bearable tightness clutches his chest, interlaced, most heartily, with the simplicity of his shock. Freedom. With his directions, you set yourself free. It should be something to perhaps honor and rejoice overâso why is there still a morsel of pity swarming in him? He needs you to tell him.Â
A streamlet of tears blurs his vision. Because his clinginess to you intensifies with each move forward, for the most part. Because he feels bad for his friend, for the lesser.Â
âWhy do I feel so bad for him?â Jungkook questions, pressing you harder against him until there isnât any more space to push you into.Â
You plop your body onto his. Chest to chest. Tummy to tummy. His cock, a bit soft now, against your femininity. Nonsexually, in all its beauty. You drag your thumbs under his waterline, collecting his essence of pain. His heart constricts.Â
âMy freedom is his,â you say, still holding him like thatâboth palms on his cheeks. âWeâd be stuck in a circle like this. Weâd go round and round until one of us would burst and end things eventually. Heâd never fully heal in this environment. Heâd never look past his own insecurities, not when Iâd continue to enjoy myself with you the way I always did.âÂ
He thinks the merry go round had already begun the moment he and Yoongi made up and tried again. And considering the last thing he said to him on the phone today, thereâs nothing left to do but to accept it.Â
Your freedom is his. Those words ring in his headspace, settling there. By unbuckling yourself from the seat of that ride, you did the same for him. And while you got off, Yoongi still remains seated.Â
For now.Â
Heâll get out of there. Jungkook believes in him.Â
âIâm meant to be with you,â you say and his heart goes wild, violently, under your forearm. For you. Youâve said it. Youâve made it official. Brought it into this new reality and Jungkook could weep againâand he does. Touched by his emotions, you kiss his tears, sighing against them. âIâm yours, Jungkook. Have been the moment I looked into your eyes the very first time.âÂ
Your bare, boundless truth drives him to reveal his, too. Such power you have, such strength.Â
âYou know I have feelings for you, right?â he murmurs, an allusion to the way you wept together in the dressing room, brushing your hair back, feeling his tenderness radiating off of his eyes, immensely. How easy it is, to tell you something groundbreaking like that, even as absurdly as he did. âDonât let go of me. Donât let go of those feelings. Keep them safe.âÂ
Your own tears pool in your waterline and you nod, a smile glinting upon your lips. So you knew, felt the love like he did, enkindled by your mutual release. He wasnât wrong. His heart pounds and for the first time upon this trajectory, this doesnât feel unreal. It feels real. Alive, possible, full of life.Â
âI do, too. Held them in for so long. Never admitted it to myself for his sake. But thatâs over now. Iâll keep it safe. All of you, Jungkook.âÂ
You love him.Â
His sobs gather in his sternum, his lungs too small to capture them in place.Â
You love him. And itâs real.Â
Gripping your hair, he kisses you, deeply. And both streams of tears turn into one riverâand both of you canât halt the hunger creeping in. The hunger for more, for your love to burst at last and absorb your reality. Tongues mingling, tasting something new. Teeth clashing, lips tingling. Breaths hard and ragged. Jungkook canât take it. Canât hold back his body from lifting off of the rounded wall of the tub, the water sloshing and splashing all around.Â
And then you say something that grazes his madness ever so unmercifully.Â
âPut it in.âÂ
He groans, biting your bottom lip, fingertips making dents on your small waist. Horny girl, asking for something you canât handle. He swears, his arousal awakening yet again in full speed, taking over him wholly. âI havenât stretched you out yet.âÂ
You grind your femininity against his tightening cock and heâs done for, feeling your pulse. âStretch me out like this.âÂ
He squeezes your ass hard, making you moan onto his mouth, in effort to make you listen to him and submit to his better knowing. âItâll hurt, sweetheart.âÂ
Your breath wafts over him as you close your lips over his, sucking. âI can take it.âÂ
Such a stark contrast to the words you uttered in the dressing room. His madness heightens. So much that he moans into your lip lock, dipping you in the water to make you laugh, clutching onto him as you yelp, your adorable laughter vibrating through the bathroom, bouncing off of the walls and sneaking, in the long run, into the chambers of his heart, coming to live there. Â
This is happiness.Â
And the vibrations are too, too much for him to handle. So unusual, so beautiful.Â
âHold onto me,â Jungkook commands as he wraps your legs around his torso tighter and rises, stepping out of the bathtub and reaching for a towel in his cabinet while his other hand holds you steady by his forearm under your bum like a child.Â
Leaving you to your own strength for a second, he wraps the large fabric around you both, bunching the ends in his fist on your back, exiting out of the bathroom and laying you down onto his bed. Your hair sprawls on his bedding and he thinks you look like an angel, maddened just the same by something beyond lust, by something way purer. He kisses your lips, fleetingly, and begins to focus on your neck, unfurling his love there. He sucks your wet skin, licking it all over, scattering his hard kisses thereâthe ones that drive you wild, moaning loudly and bravely, deservingly so. And he marks this victorious day there with pretty, pretty colors of red and purple. Doesnât stop. Not until you beg him, writhing underneath him, excited and eager.Â
âPlease, Jungkook, take me.âÂ
Such sweet, innocent words. He listens, cooing, dragging you further up on the bed, so he can lie on top of you and take his hard kisses further down, marking all the places where your invisible tattoos are, bringing them to life all over again. Above both of your nipples, especially on the right one, where that frilly rose was, covering the peak. And he feels you melt, feels you soak his lower abdomen when he sucks on that nub, flicking his tongue, making you cry out so beautifully, so desperately that his arousal for you rigidifies. And when he looks at his artwork, fists propped on either side of you like his knees, it steals all of his breath.Â
âYou look so beautiful like this. All mine.âÂ
All his, wet with the last drops of water, with the pearls of his saliva, with your essence coating your folds. Adorned with red tattoos. He has his own on his arm and hand, except on his chest and he thinks the one he gave you make up for it. Thinks theyâre his as much as theyâre yours and it causes his length to twitch against his stomach, so terribly needy for you.Â
âAnd you look beautiful like this. All hard for me,â you mimic his words and he grows feral, even more so when you continue. âItâs all mine, isnât it?â You take him into your hand again, but he pins both of your wrists down, above your head. And the smile you grace him withâit makes him yearn to make love to you like this. Bound, while the rest of you would remain the quite opposite.Â
He growls, kissing you. âAll yours. All yours for you to take and come around. All yours, my sweetheart. Always has been.â He kisses you harder and you whimper. Pulls away just to swirl his tongue around yours, open mouth and all, before closing his lips down again in a profound, warm and homely lock. âSpread your legs for me. Iâm gonna get you ready for it.âÂ
He does it himself, folding you in half, the glistening of your folds visible even in the slight lack of light in the room. Oh, he canât have you like this. Reaching behind himself, he turns on his bedside lamp, bathing you in a soft, yellow light that suits you the most. Youâre holding your legs apart for him and he places wet kisses on the back of your thigh, ravagedly, to reward you for it, trailing them down until heâs face to face with your drenched princess parts. And itâs a groan of relief that emits out of him when heâs this close to you, hands pushing your knees down, spreading you even more to gratify his hunger.Â
Heâs starving. Terribly starving.Â
And he rolls his eyes back when he takes the entirety of you into his mouth, tongue dragging upon your slit, up and down, drinking your dew, penetrating only a little bit just to tease you, just to mess around with your madness. And when he flattens his tongue against your swollen clit, you cry out. Surprise him when you grip his hair, enough to cause him to flick his eyes to you. Your mouth is parted, but grinning nonetheless, your own eyes heavily lidded, emitting light and joy and Jungkook simply decides to make this experience better for you.Â
He lifts your hips in the air and devours you, lapping at your clit over and over again, letting you see what heâs doing to you without taking his eyes off of you, nose pressed against your shiny mound. You whisper your vulgarities and heâd let it pass if he didnât consider this a holy, spiritual occurrence. He withdraws and it doesnât go unnoticed by him, the way your slick trickles down your clit and your mound, rooting in the squishy part of your lower tummy. He hums, delighting in the sight.Â
âBe good,â he scolds, smiling down at you and your grin widens. You nod your head, your hands still crossed above you without his to hold them down. Scratch his wordsâyouâre already the best girl. He licks up the trickle of your essence trailing down your clit, making you writhe again. âFeel how wet you are for me.âÂ
Carefully, you skim your palm down your soaked belly, gasping, until your fingers reach your nub, the concoction of his saliva and your arousal seeping into your skin. He encourages you with noises of approval to keep going, bending you even more in half, your back leaning against his thighs, the pads of your fingers circling your center, eyes wide at the discovery, able to see just how celestially aroused you are for him. So beautiful. He bites onto the flesh upon the side of your thigh, only because he canât help it, soothing down the sting with his tongue. And he hums at the sound of your moans, at the sound of your slipperiness when you drag your fingers down to your clit and stop there.Â
âHm, yes, sweetheart, rub that pretty clit for me,â he murmurs and his chest explodes at the principle that heâs able to say that to you. That he doesnât need anyoneâs permission or approval. That he can do whatever he pleases with you without any consequences to reap. That heâs free. You must be thinking about this, too, but in a different way, because you hesitate. Heâll destroy that dubiety. It wonât show its face againâas long as he lives on this earth. âYou can do it, my love. Youâre free.âÂ
The reassurance washes over you and rids you of that fleeting negativity. He understands this is new for the both of youâthereâs some still getting used to, so itâs completely normal. Heâll try his hardest to make this as much of an easy ride for you as he can. Itâs his duty.Â
âDonât be afraid,â he continues, adding your name, softly. âYouâre here with me and youâre safe.âÂ
Jungkook leans over and kisses you. You nod into the kiss and he returns to his position, catching you rubbing your clit, slowly, with two fingers, the other spread on your folds. And both of you moan simultaneously.Â
âThatâs it,â he whispers, enthralled, making way for the sound of your slick to overpower the atmosphere. âThatâs my good girl. Make yourself feel good for me.âÂ
You whimper his name, buckling your hips in his hold, squeezing your eyes shut and Jungkook can see the waves of pressure charging your tender body. Now is the time for his participation.Â
He sinks his middle finger inside, making your eyes pop open and stare him down, just for you to submerge yourself under the surface of that sea of lust and let your irises whisk back. Your walls clench around him and he waits until you speed up your circles to join his other finger, biting his lip to push back his desire to sink himself inside you. He tries to pay little attention to the way he drips for you.Â
But then you use the rest of your fingers to bring yourself to your climax and Jungkook takes it as a sign. Another finger in, he curls them, fucking you the way you like. Fast, grazing your sweet little spot that beckons your sweat out of your pores and when your pussy drools even more for him, he adds another. You gasp and he knows exactly how youâre feeling, how good this is for you.Â
âYou feel so full, sweetheart, donât you?â he coos, jackhammering his hand harder and you drench it, completely. He flattens his fingers, allowing you to see the thick sheen and you mewl, a litany of his name spilling along. âYouâre so wet. So horny for me, arenât you? Youâre gonna come?âÂ
You scream your agreement, squirming, strumming your fingers harder and this is it for him. He changes direction. Fucks his fingers up and down and your toes curl, chest heaving heavily and you just keep on screaming. A delightful sound.Â
âCome for me, then. Like the best girl you are.âÂ
You clench around him. So much that he can barely move his fingers, sunk in so deeply. He just flexes them, drawing out your orgasm and you give it to him.Â
And youâre wet all over again. Sprinkled by pearls upon pearls of your pleasure. He is, too, and it worsens his desperation for you.Â
Youâre panting, but heâs not done with you. Setting you down, he laps up the violent evidence of your orgasm, making you twitch in overstimulation and he eases the pressure of his tongue for you. Sucking on your folds, he decides to mark you there. Just below your hip bone, too. Such intimate places. Perfect for a temporary keepsake like this.Â
Hovering above you, he circles his tongue tinged with your taste around yours, forcing you to moan again. And he kisses you softly. âYou deserved that orgasm.âÂ
You whine, red all over, and Jungkook understands you need more. He pulls away, clutches himself to line up at your entrance, but you stop him.Â
âI want you.âÂ
He smirks, longs to hear you be more specific. âHow?âÂ
You huff. So adorable. âIn my mouth.âÂ
He chuckles. Shouldâve asked where, but heâs at your serviceâheâs willing to give you anything you want. âAll right, but just for a little bit, okay?â You nod, vehemently, and he pats your cheek. âOn your knees.âÂ
Oh, heâll never tire of the view of your submissiveness, of your hunger for such a private part of him. He makes a mess for you on the towel, dripping more than he ever has, and he holds himself at the base, grabbing your jaw in his hand. Brutality, the one heâs obsessed with, swims past your irises when you gaze up at him. A feral animal, an angel in hidingâheâd love to embellish you with the sticky traces of his fixation, but he shouldnât, no matter how much he craves it. He canât stain you, not today. Canât ruin the holiness. Heâll let you play with him before he seals it for all eternity.Â
Tomorrow he will. Smear you with it until itâs all your pores know.Â
Jungkook traces the lines of your mouth with the tip of his length, just like he did with his finger in the bathtub, and you hum, liking it. He can vividly see your yearning to rub your face against him again and he lets you, encourages you in fact, pulling you closer until you nuzzle your nose against his girth, his skin caressing your cheek, and you kiss him all over. Place your hands over his and suck him inside your mouth, drinking his precum. Only to withdraw right away, sit back on your legs without lifting your hands, and look up at him with the vastness of your overbearing innocence and love.Â
âYouâre mine,â you purr, fucking him with your fist.Â
Jungkook nods, just once. Doesnât even feel his butterflies anymore, too numbed by you, by the pleasure youâre giving him. âThatâs right, my love.âÂ
You suck in a breath, biting your lip hard as if it took all of your energy not to make him come at this very instant. And you lengthen your spine, asking for a kiss again, and he bends at the waist, kissing you nastily, pushing your head back to his cock, inciting you to do what you truly crave to.Â
And you take him so well, your cheeks hollow, and heâs unabashed, free to let out his male noises, whimpering for you, panting heavily as you bob your head, slurping him, spitting on him. You toy with his tip, tugging at his length, colliding into his fist and it isnât until you rub your face against his balls that it becomes his undoing. He stalls his orgasm, strains to do so, just to please you and he pries your hands away from his length, lets you focus on his sack. The least he could do to last. But then you grab it into your fist, sucking his balls, one by one, into your mouth, even try to take both of them at once and thatâs it. He canât breathe, his heart wringing painfully with all the love that brims in him for you. No one has ever done that to him.Â
You flick your tongue against them, your other hand wrapping around his tip again, tugging and he nears dangerously close to the bursting of his orgasm.Â
âThatâs enough.âÂ
He draws you away from his cock, using all of his strength, and pins you down. A splutter of your giggles waft in the air, your chin wet with your spit and he moves his mouth so rapidly against yours that you struggle to kiss him back, growing calm all of a sudden, as if overcome with the gravity of it all.Â
He looks at you for a long while. Puffy, red mouth, that he craves to bite ontoâand he does. Darkened eyes, full of freedom and exhilaration. Neck, chest, tummy and the rest of the delicious parts of you scattered with hickeys, with his own personal keepsakes. He loves you so much that he becomes frustrated, needing to let it out somehow. All of his muscles tense and he clenches his grip on your wrists.Â
âYou want me to die? Is that what you want?â he hisses, speaking of the sloppy blowjob you gave him, gliding his wet cock across your seashell. You lose a breath, drowsy eyes fluttering, spreading your legs for him. No wonder youâre tiredâyou gave it your all. He sinks his teeth hard into his bottom lip, his frustration rising, brows knitted. âYou canât play with me like that. I was seconds away from coming all over your pretty face.âÂ
âI wanted you to,â you say, loud and clear, and Jungkook is hot all over.Â
Turning you over to your side, he squeezes the flesh of your bum until it hurts as a punishment, knowing youâre not ready for the full thing. Itâs too soon. Your wincing breaks into a low, alluring moan and it fills him with adrenaline. And then you smile at him, light flashing in your countenance. Youâre anything but punished; youâre pleased.Â
Looks like you need another form of punishment.Â
Fuck it, fuck all spiritual aspects of this. The angels in heaven need to look away for now and cover their ears. Heâs going to make love to you in a way theyâve never witnessed before and itâs good that they never will.Â
âWhat did you say?â Jungkook feignedly questions, pinning you back down and burying himself in your heat. Having stretched you out well enough, he gives you his half right away, but he doesnât stop there, not when you lift your chest off of the mattress, not when you lose yourself in the sudden fullness and the music of your mutual moans. You grip him so tight that he forgets, for a split moment, what heâs punishing you for.Â
You stammer, seemingly forgetting, too. And when his mound kisses yours, your words falter altogetherâa crescendo into silence. Eyes wide, unblinking, taking him most courageously. Jungkook hums, immensely proud of you, slowly pounding you into the mattress with hard strokes.Â
And when he gives you a particularly unmerciful one, you scream, shaking all over in his hands.Â
âYes, sweetheart, thatâs what you get,â he purrs, grinding his hips, loving the way he toys with your senses, your peaked nubs digging into his chest, and you canât catch your breath, your whole body tense. âToo deep?âÂ
You nod. âToo deep, baby, I canât take it, fuck. Itâs too much.âÂ
Cooing, he kisses you. The pet name, your tightnessâheâs losing his mind and itâs your fault. Your wonderful, wonderful fault. You donât even let him pull out, you keep him caged in, your walls fluttering against him and he whimpers, shaking like you, unable to continue kissing you.Â
âRelax, my love, or youâre really gonna kill me,â he croaks out, ascending to heavenly places where they donât, in most certainty, donât want to see him. Sitting back on his feet, he thumbs your clit, helping you calm down. âGood girl. Feels good, stuffed full like this? My thumb rubbing your sweet little clit, hm?âÂ
It is a miracle, the way he knows your body and knows what to do with it because your walls loosen, enabling him to fuck you, sloppily, your slick squeaking along with your quickening breaths. You scream out your yeses, driving him to give you his all.Â
âJust like that,â he whispers, approving, his balls tightening already, the pressure in his lower tummy becoming bigger.Â
You deserve the full thing, though. Jungkook places your knee on his shoulder. And with each stroke, his mound stimulates your clit, getting you nice and fast to his level.Â
He cradles your blissed-out face, the heel of his palm putting pressure on your throat. And onto that expression of elation, he uncoils his love for you, brutally fucking you until your whole body ripples beneath him.Â
âWhose are you, huh?â he moans, driving into you, rearranging your guts. Sweat drips off of his forehead. âWhose pretty girl are you?âÂ
Your own sounds of pleasure rise in pitch and volume and he senses, he knows youâre about to come for him.Â
âYours, Jungkook, yours,â you choke out and heâs so proud of you that he hums, his balls slapping against your bum, and he kisses you, giving you his tongue. You suck on it, getting him right there to the edge of his orgasm.Â
âFuck, such a good girl. All mine. You know that I love you, right?âÂ
And the once reappearing absurdity of his choice of words pushes over that edge and you squeeze him, squeeze him hard, milking his cum out of you and he growls into your mouth. You take over each and every one of his senses, making them yours, and he fucks his cum into you, his mouth smacking against yours, as you whisper your I love youâs and he swallows them down.Â
Heaven or something beyond. You created it and he wants to spend the rest of his life there.Â
Panting, he kisses your jaw, marking you there for the last time. Unbelief grasping him that he finds himself in such a place glazed with love. âYou love me?âÂ
You whimper, shuddering all over, your orgasm still seizing you. âI love you so fucking much.âÂ
He licks into your mouth, ending your release. âMy best girl. Iâll take care of you. Iâll never let you go. Youâre never getting out of my sight again.âÂ
Jungkook lets go of your wrists. They must be cramping, tingling and he massages them in the air, sitting back, his length still inside your homely heat. Your eyes wet again, sobs break out of your mouth and he shushes you most affectionately, his heart twinging. He lifts you and sits you down on his lap, hugging you close to his chest. Skin to skin. You cling to him with everything in you and he holds you together, so you donât fall apart.Â
âYouâre my savior. My healer,â you wail, gripping his hair. As if your breaking wasnât enough, your words hit him hard and his vision soaks along with yours. Youâve never told him that beforeânever told him the roles he has in your life. He appreciates them so much, holds them dear to his heart. Never wants to forget them. âDonât ever leave me, please. I beg you.âÂ
Itâs him who now breaks. Right there on your shoulder, beneath the waterfall of your hair.Â
âI could never. Youâre my life. Youâre my everything. How could I ever leave you?âÂ
You sob harder, lifting your head, and the sight of your rawness makes him fall even more in love with you. Jungkook smooths down your hair and wipes away your tears. Kisses you, deeply, and lingers there. And along with the kiss, you and him exchange your last I love youâs for the night.Â
Tub drained, candle snuffed out, cheese balls devoured, the rain finishing like that chapter of your lifeâJungkook feels himself entering a brand new one with you, one where Yoongi isnât present, as he dresses you in his clothes. For panties, he slinks your legs into his boxers, keeping them warm with a pair of his own joggers. Then, he tugs his hoodie down your head, pushing your arms through the sleeves. Smirks at the way his clothes fit you well. As if they were your own. At the way he matches with you.Â
He overflows with a thrumming life.Â
A brand new chapter filled with myriads of different, ecstatic possibilities. And you seal them to completion, when tucked in bed, lying on his chest, you sleepily utter the first prospect that you want to bring to life.
âWill you take me to your cabin tomorrow?âÂ
His breath hitches in his throat. He never thought heâd be returning there so soon, especially not with you. His mouth quirks up, body suffused with a foreign excitement, and right away he deduces the reason why you want to go there.Â
âYou really want that dildo, donât you?âÂ
You merely laugh through your nose.Â
Oh, heâs calling in sick tomorrow. Will take you there first thing in the morning. Will do absolutely anything for you.Â
âIâll fuck you hard with it until you completely drench it, then. Sleep for now, so we can get to tomorrow.âÂ
You kiss his clothed chest. Nuzzle your face in it. Whisper your thank you. Jungkook pretends he didnât just get hard all over again.Â
âGood night,â you say.Â
He pecks your hair. âGood night, sweetheart.âÂ
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âYou have to trust me.â
18+ Explicit Smut đŤMinors DNIđŤ
You and Satoru get into an argument before he heads off to face Sukuna. You worry for his safety since the incident of his sealing is still fresh in your mind, begging him to let the others help, but he insists he has to do it alone. Hot, emotional sex follows.
Relevant tags: AFAB reader w/minimal gendered language, reader with no defined characteristics for inclusivity and realism, angst, hurt/no comfort, before Ch 236, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary/mating press, intentional baby making
Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Privilege (The Weeknd), lovely (Billie Eilish), Lo Vas Olvidar (Billie Eilish, ROSALIA)
A/N: I have a follow-up to this where he survives the fight so that you can have some comfort after this hurt. Iâll link it at the end :â) for now enjoy some angst.
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âSatoru, please,â your voice tapers off at the end, the ache in your heart stinging with its intensity. âPlease, donât do it alone. You can have help. Yuutaââ
âThis isnât his fight,â Satoru insists, âI donât want to involve innocent kids in this if I can help it.â
âSo youâre just gonna go off and get yourself killed instead?â
His brows furrow, eyes frozen on your face. His lips part in disbelief, and after a moment of being stunned, he laughs incredulously.
âSeriously?â He asks you, âDo you really think that lowly of me? You think Iâm marching off to my death right now?! You think Iâm some weak little twerp or something? Thatâs all I am to you?!â
As he raises his voice, you start to feel guilt rising up in your chest. You hadnât meant to say it like that. Here he is, about to fight for the sake of the world and youâre belittling him and undermining his strength. Youâre telling him you expect him to lose, even if that wasnât your intention. Youâre supposed to be his support pillarâhe doesnât just let anyone in.
The anger fizzles out of you like ice water on hot coals. Instantly, you feel cold.
âNo, Satoru,â you shake your head, remorse bubbling up so violently tears spring to your eyes. This is the love of your life, the man who has been nothing but sweet, patient, and kind to you. Sure, back when things were normal, he used to tease and get on your nerves, he had to work a lot and his time was stretched thin as a result, but he always made time for you. He always thought of you, brought you your favorite treats from his missions, latched onto you when he came back because he missed you.
Apparently you started sobbing at some point while you thought about all of that, because the next thing you know, heâs wrapping his newly thickened arms around you and pulling you into his sturdy chest.
âI didnât mean to yell at you,â his voice is subdued now, full of guilt. âI shouldnât have raised my voice. Itâs just thatââ
âThatâs notâŚâ you sniffle, shaking your head as you try to find the strength to get a full sentence out in the midst of your break down. âI believe in you, Satoru, I do, I didnât meanâdidnât mean to say thatâŚâ
He hugs you tighter, rubbing up and down your arm. You continue.
âIâm just so fucking scared, Satoru, Iâm scared.â
More sobs wrack your body and he can only sigh heavily, trying to hold you as close to himself as he can.
âI donât want to do this to you,â his voice is thin, like heâs trying hard to keep it even. âI hate that I canât give you a normal, easy life with me.â
You huff, wrapping your arms around him. âThatâs notâŚI wouldnât trade what we have for the world, Satoru, for the worldâŚâ
âI just hate that this is causing you so much pain,â he replies. âIâm supposed to be taking it away, not making it worse. God, I really am the worst, arenât I?â
You shake your head in disagreement, planting a kiss on his neck to protest his statement. His breath hitches, and the next moment, heâs raising your chin up with his index finger, ducking to connect your lips. You make a small noise in the back of your throat and kiss back, arms winding around his neck to draw him closer. You feel him hug your waist, and go willingly when he backs you up.
The backs of your legs meet the edge of his bed, the one that youâve become so familiar with itâs more comfortable than your own at the place you rarely sleep anymore, and you realize that this might be the last chance you ever get to share it with him.
Another sob escapes you before you can stop it and you grab the collar of his shirt tightly, pulling him down with you. You fall onto the mattress, Satoru catching himself so he doesnât crush you as he kisses you passionately.
You trail your palms down his chest, down his abdomen, over the tight black shirt he has on, then back up again just to feel him. Satoru is here right now, in your hands, on top of youâyou need to cherish this while it lasts.
You break the kiss as your crying worsens, unable to stop lamenting the fact that you canât freeze time in its place right now.
âShh,â his sugary voice hushes you, âShh, focus on me. I want this to feel good for you, okay? We canât have you crying your way through it, silly, then you wonât remember a thing.â
You sniffle, trying to wipe at your eyes. âI donât want to just r-remember youâŚI need you to be okay.â
âI am okay,â he says, pecking your brow bone sweetly. âIâm right here. Just feel me. Nothinâ else. Donât even think right now, thinkingâs not useful.â
You huff shakily, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his mouth go for your neck. He scrapes his teeth over your jugular to shock pleasure into your senses, successfully distracting some of the anguish right out of you.
âThatâs it,â like this, his voice sounds almost like a purr, and you shiver, arms wrapping around his shoulders to grip at his back. He leaves a wet kiss where his teeth were and swipes his tongue over the spot, starting to suckle. You give him a soft noise in response, relishing in the fact that you know heâs leaving a mark on purpose. Itâll be there at least for a few days, or more if he really tries.
âMake it dark,â you breathe, âGive me as many as you can, please.â
âYou donât have to beg me,â he murmurs below your ear, sending heat pulsing downward. âIâll give anything you want from me.â
You suck in a sharp breath. âAnything?â
At your eager question, he chuckles lowly, lifting himself up to meet your eyes. âHmm. You have something specific in mind, donât you?â
Your face heats up involuntarily, but the urgency of the situation has you forcing your bashfulness down. This might be the only time to ask. You had wanted to wait until the two of you were settled, maybe married if thatâs what you agreed on, but now there might not be another moment. This could be it. And you know that if you donât tell him what you want now and something happens, youâre going to regret it for the rest of your life.
With that thought, you take a deep breath and raise your hand to cup his face, brushing a few strands of his fringe away from his eyes.
âI want your baby, Satoru.â
You see the moment the words register in his brain. His eyes light up with something youâve never seen before, and he smiles as if you just gave him the sweetest, most sincere compliment heâs ever heard.
âYeah? A piece of me forever, huh?â
You nod, a grin tugging at your lips even as droplets continue to spill down your cheeks. âYeah. Our love personified.â
He chuckles wetly and you think you see his eyes turn glossy, but heâs kissing you again before you can confirm it.
âItâs yours,â he says against your mouth. âAll yours.â
You lose yourself in the long kiss that follows. All you can feel is him moving on top of you, tongue dancing with yours so intimately it would have the angels in the room blushing.
You raise your hips when he tugs at your pants, taking your underwear with them. He sits back on his haunches to slide them off your legs, eyes gentle as he gets between them and pushes his hands up underneath your shirt.
Sitting up quickly, you allow him to lift it off of you, discarding it behind himself. Now, youâre completely naked, but heâs still clothed.
âNo fair,â you say, eyeing his shirt like itâs offensive, and he laughs.
âSay no more, say no more,â he replies, âJust lay down for me.â
Your stomach flutters with butterflies as you do as he tells you, looking up at him kneeling between your legs. You watch as he crosses his arms to peel his tight shirt off of his sculpted muscles, smooth, fair skin coming into view. Heâd put a Greek god to shame, you think. Heâs so tear-jerkingly beautiful it threatens madness in your mind.
âLike what you see?â He taunts mischievously, standing up to untie his pants and push those along with his boxers down his hips. His reddened erection springs free and you stare unabashedly at it, never having got used to the sight fully. Heâs huge, both long and thick, all smooth skin except for a prominent vein on the underside. You used to joke with him early on in your relationship that it was the main reason for his cocky attitude, that youâd probably act the same way if you had a dick like that, and it always made him laugh. You love making him laugh. God, you love Satoru so much.
âOh, you definitely like what you see now,â he snorts, climbing back onto the bed. âGotta admit, itâs hot as hell to see you objectify me like that.â
âI wasnâtââ
âIâm nothing but a glorified sperm donor, mistress.â
You make an incredulous face. âWhat? Iâm notâyou donât evenââ
âShh, Iâm just teasinâ,â he grins at you, leaning down to peck your lips. âI know you love me.â
You blow out a puff of air like a deflating balloon. âSatoru, I swear to god.â
He chuckles, shutting himself up by kissing you again. âThatâs just how I show love.â
You chase his lips, hearing his words for the âI love youâ they truly are, threading your hands in his hair.
His big palms find your hips and he centers them for himself, lining up and grinding his stiff member against your wet core.
âMmh,â you moan, moving with him, âSatoruâŚâ
He sighs shakily, grabbing the crook of your knee to push it up, giving himself more room to move. His grinds become more forceful and it has you stuttering little gasps, nails digging into his back.
âAlready scratchinâ me up?â He asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. âBut I havenât even put it in yet.â
The laugh you reply with is half-assed, need distracting you, and you find his eyes. âWhatâs stopping you?â
âOh? Someoneâs impatient,â he chuckles, stamping a kiss to your nose. âAll right, all right. Better give you what you want.â
He takes ahold of himself and lines up, breathing a heavy sigh as he sinks into you. As soon as he does, you make a noise in the back of your throat, hugging him closer to you. As he bottoms out, you canât help but press more chaste kisses wherever you can on himâhis cheek, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. You just love him. You love the feeling of his body on top of yours, the warm weight unique to him, how he fills your arms up, tangible and strong. You breathe in deeply, the sweet musk of his skin filling your senses. Itâs your favorite scent in the entire world.
He pulls back and rocks forward again slowly, taking care to get you used to his size. So much has happened lately that you havenât been able to get intimate a lot, so you have to let him ease you back into it.
As he works you open on his cock slowly, you take to caressing the smooth skin of his back, eyes closed to revel in the sound of his heavy breaths, strained with the effort to control his movements so as not to hurt you. You love how solid he is under your palms. You could touch him forever. If he survives this fight, you swear that youâll never let go of him again. You plead mentally with any deity that may hear you to protect Satoru.
You kiss the soft underside of his chin and hold him closer, holding onto that thought. Protect him. Keep him safe. Keep him alive. I love this man so much, just please donât take him away from me.
He chooses that moment to start picking up the pace, the dull ache it gives you enough to thankfully keep you from spiraling further. You sigh, bending your knees further to give him more room. Your legs then wrap around him, ankles crossing at the base of his spine, and he responds by going faster. The room begins to fill with the sound of your bodies meeting over and over, his length molding you to his shape with every push of his hips into yours.
On a particularly hard thrust, you gasp, tightening around him, and it causes him to groan right after you. His voice is so sweet. It was one of the things that stood out to you about him when you had first met himâthe way he always seemed to have perfect control over it. He speaks with ebbs and flows to contour the meanings of his words, to give them his special nuance that perfectly colors in his personality. Heâs just so animated when he speaks. If heâs annoyed, youâll hear it. If heâs playful, youâll hear it. If heâs happy, youâll hear it.
Right now, as he works through stuttered breaths and hitched moans, delivered exhales of your name weaved into declarations of his bliss, you hear the pleasure youâre giving him. That control starts to slip and words start tumbling from his lips, voice thin and shaky, a tone reserved just for you.
You turn your head to lay a kiss on his lips, landing on the corner of his mouth, but he understands what you need, sweeping you into a languid, passionate make out session as he rocks in and out of you. You hear him make a sort of wet noise before he doubles down on his efforts, pushing deep inside of you and starting to roll his body.
âSatoru,â you hiss in surprise, mouth falling open as his abdomen grinds against the sensitive bud above the place heâs buried inside of, heightening the goosebumps that break out on your skin. Your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to start making as many marks on your skin as he can with his mouth. Like this, you feel yourself getting close, and that has you remembering what comes after this.
Heâs going to leave, and he might not come back.
This might be the last time you ever get to have him.
âI love you,â you say, just needing to get the words out, needing him to know. âYouâre so important to meâthank you for everything, Satoru.â
His breath catches in his throat and he finds your gaze, reaching up to cup your jaw in his palm.
âThank you for everything,â He replies sincerely. âThank you for loving me. For dealing with all my bullshit and sticking by me.â
âAlways,â you shake your head, eyes filling with new tears. You sniffle, feeling that choked desperation start seizing your chest again. âAlways, Satoru.â
He smiles at you but it doesnât reach his eyes. Those beautiful luminescent oceans only reflect the deep sadness the both of you feel, and to see it glaringly obvious in his gaze breaks your heart. He canât fake his happiness this time, not even for you. Heâs human too, and being here with you like this in what might be the last time threatens to undo him.
Satoru swallows thickly and concentrates on his movements to distract himself, forcing himself to focus on the noises you make as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He wants this to last forever just like you do, but you both know heâs needed by more people than just you.
Your climax approaches and with it, your emotions swell up inside of you. You remember meeting him for the first time, you remember when he started pursuing you, how happy he was when you agreed to a date, how hard heâd tried to win you over yet how effortless he made it look. Every time you two shared a laugh, every time he was there while you cried, how he always managed to put a smile back on your face. How sweet of a man he is to his students, how proud you can tell he is whenever he talks about them, and how his eyes light up whenever he eats a treat heâs fond of. God, you just love him.
âSatoru,â you whimper, orgasm hitting you abruptly. âOh god, I love you so much.â
He exhales forcefully as he feels it, managing a few sloppy thrusts before heâs cumming as well pushing as deep as he can go in effort to fulfill your earlier request.
As you start to come down, the fear and despair come back tenfold, overtaking you in a fit of sobs. He wraps his arms around you and buries his nose in your hair.
âIâll win,â He whispers to you, âI will. Iâll come back and weâll raise the little shit we just made together, okay? Theyâll probably grow up like me but I hope theyâre more like you, baby.â
You hiccup loudly as you cry harder, clinging to the image of a happy family with him for dear life.
âItâs gonna be okay. You have to trust me,â He insists, inhaling slowly. âI have to go now.â
You hold him tighter, squeezing your eyes shut to commit this to memory before heâs pulling away, lifting himself off of you and grabbing his clothes quickly.
He dresses in silence, your cries the only thing echoing around the room. All you can manage to do is put on one of his button-ups from the foot of his bed, wiping furiously at your eyes.
Too soon, heâs clothed again, and itâs time for him to go.
He walks over to you again and takes your chin gently in his hand, tilting it up so that your eyes connect. He smiles softly at you.
âYou know that I love you, right?â
A deep ache seats into your chest. Heâs said it in a million ways before but never in its original form, those simple, crater-heavy three words. You nod, sniffling as another wave of lament threatens to pull you under.
âI do,â you confirm, forcing it out in a strained voice. He nods to himself, leaning in and pressing his soft lips to your forehead.
You feel the moment that he uses his technique to flash himself out of the room, because his warm presence that naturally takes up a lot of space vanishes and leaves absolutely everything feeling cold and sterile.
You break down again, head falling into your hands.
Shoko had told you where everyone would be watching the fight take place. You want to be there, and you will go, but you need to be alone first.
You just hope with all of your might that you wonât be left alone with only a piece of him to succeed his legacy. You want him to be there too. You need him to be there.
You need him to be okay.
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A/N: i gave myself an ouchie on the heart while writing this. whoops. also wow is he gorgeous in that picture at the top?? anyways hereâs the second part where he survives bc i should be gege instead so heâll be okay :-)
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Please donât take my sunshine away
Daryl Dixon ⢠She/Her Pronouns ⢠Saviors War ended. Doesnât mean vendettas donât exist. The archer just wished those who hated him would fuck with him and not someone as important as you ⢠ANGST/SFW ⢠TW: Major injuries / Blood loss / Concussion / Discomfort
Requested by: Anon
âYou are one impatient man when it comes to your other halfâ
Daryl brought his attention toward the front door where Maggie stood with a tired expression on her face with an equally tired infant in her arms.
âSorry if me leavinâ woke you bothâ
âNo no. Hershel was the one to wake me but thatâs what you sign up for with babiesâ Maggie smiles at her son who finally relaxed in her embrace. âNow why are you up? Y/N is going to be here in the morningâ
âThat. Thatâs exactly whyâ
âAgain, impatientâ She laughs bringing herself to sit on the steps as Daryl pushes himself off the pillar to sit beside his friend. âSheâll get here when sheâll get hereâ
Nothing could go wrong.
It was starting to become unbearable. The waiting for his partner even if he was occupied for most of the day.
Daryl decided to take his bike out of the community for his break, thinking Y/Nâs car must have run out of gas on the way over so he would bring one over. But before he even left, Siddiq stepped through the gates with Enid whoâs shadowing him to become a medic. They were coming from Oceanside after doing check ups and the route from that community and Alexandra merge at a point when heading toward the Hilltop. So he couldâve seen anything on his way over.
âNo, we didnât see a car on the way overâ
âThere were a lot of walkers in a single spot that we took care of and it was just a dead deer.â
âSo you really shouldnât worry about Y/Nâ Siddiq instantly went to where Daryl was thinking as Enid nodded nervously.
âYeah well she hasnât turned up. I gotta head out there and see whatâs happeninâ.â Daryl got on his bike about to start it when Siddiq laid a hand on his shoulder giving him a worried look.
âIâll get Maggieâs radio. Just in caseâ
Daryl nodded, gripping onto his radio subconsciously.
This isnât right?
Eugene told me this car had its maintenance done. Why is it being like this?
Fuckâ-FUCK, where are the breaks?!
Who messed with the breaââ
Y/N flinched awake after the initial crash as she slowly lifted her head off the steering wheel feeling the throbbing stiff pain in her chest. Her ribs were broken. The pain wasnât only there. Her whole body ached and given the shaking from the shock, so much more happened. The blood loss was getting to her, how long has she been out? She went to reach for her pack in the passengers only to notice the glass shards embedded in her right arm. Staring at what caused pain on one side of her resulted in a realization that she couldnât feel her other arm. Before she could even try and touch it, her lungs constricted causing her to cough into her hand noticing the blood and thatâs when the tears started.
Sheâs going to die out here.
Then it clicked to her. Where she crashed and how far she was from the Hilltop, it shouldnât go unnoticed if Y/N pressed down on the horn. She tested it at first to make sure that the horn was still connected but then she remembered itâs not the old world. Walkers littered the earth and just from testing it couldâve triggered one over.
But the smallest test caught the archerâs attention as he drove near the sound and took out walkers nearby.
The honk was only once, and then suddenly consistent.
Daryl followed and killed the walkers near the sound as it came clear what happenedâŚor at least why she didnât show upâŚ
Fuck fuck fuck Daryl quickly ran to the driverâs door after dropping his bike. He forced the door open seeing the damage for himself as he struggled to keep his composure.
She felt him gently bring herself against the seat to check her pulse and thankfully it was there for him.
The sound of the radio buzz caught Enidâs attention from their inventory re-check as she quickly grabs it.
âHello? Daryl?â She says watching Siddiq turn around to face her and eye the radio.
âItâs bad. Itâs really fucking badâ
âWeâll see you soonâ Enid stopped pressing their radio tossing it onto the counter and quickly cleaning up what they were doing.
âOnce you put that box away, go inform Maggie and Jesus. Maybe someone can shorten the walk over here and drive Y/N the rest of the way back. Then come back and help me set up for anythingâ Siddiq states watching Enid not even wait another moment and sprint out of the infirmary.
They managed to connect to somebody who was on their way to the Sanctuary. The quick detour to pick up the two was the only easy part. The driving with a pretty much broken person in the vehicle was one of the first few difficult things to handle.
âMaybe drive fucking smoother?!â Daryl snaps at the driver who was already trying his best not to hit any bumps along the way but it is a dirt road to Hilltop compared to the others.
The gates opened the second they heard the car pulling up. Jesus accompanied Siddiq and Enid with helping Y/N get to the medical trailer but Jesus was mainly there to block Daryl the second the two medics got their patient.
âYou seriously gonna keep me from her?!â
âDo you even see yourself? Sheâs going to feel worse seeing all of her blood on your personâ
âHow the fuck would you know that?! Sheâs not even awaâ-â Both Daryl and Jesus turned toward the shout coming from the medical trailer as the archer didnât hesitate to shove the skilled fighter out of his way.
When he entered, Y/N was awake and trying to get Siddiqâs assessing hands away from touching her injuries. Her hands shook when trying to shove him away as he couldnât stop paying attention to her left arm that was barely moving. He directed Enid to pin her as he gentlyâas best as he could, grab her shoulder watching her retract her entire body resulting in another shout of pain to escape her. Daryl noticed they cut her shirt to access the injured better and saw the deep blue and purple bruising from her ribs breaking. He was frozen in place, everyone expected him to try and intervene but how could he? He doesnât know how to handle these things.
Siddiq noticed his presence after a while and glared at the man along with it directed to Jesus. âGet him out of here!â He barked as Jesus quickly grabbed Daryl.
âCome on. Let them workâ He struggled to pull Daryl away as he instantly broke out of his grasp stepping over to the situation.
âJesus I told youâ-â
âIf I grabbed him now, who knows what youâll need to fix nextâ Jesus snaps back only to turn his attention to the doorway when Maggie called out for him needing his assistance.
Daryl gently rest his hand on Y/Nâs head causing her to turn her attention onto him. Tears spilled from her bruised blooded face as she couldnât think of anything to say but she instantly relaxed the best she could given her body ached when Daryl started to shush her in a calming manner. When her body finally relaxed, Siddiq gave Enid a nod for the okay to start working on her while he got an IV in her arm.
âYouâre doing great, sunshineâŚyouâre doing greatâ Daryl whispers brushing away the hair in her face. He glances up noticing Siddiqâs hesitation in popping her shoulder back in place, but once they agreed through the silence. Daryl stood up holding her carefully but also pinning her.
âIt will only last a few seconds. Iâll be quickâ
âItâs gonna be alrightâ Daryl reassures Y/N as she watches Siddiq get to work with fixing the dislocation.
After popping her shoulder back into place, she passed out. It scared the few working on her but Siddiq reassured that it was from the shock subsiding and the blood loss of course. Which led Daryl to reveal heâs a universal donor to Siddiq when Enid went to give Maggie an update.
âAre you sure sheâll be okay with this?â
âNo, but she needs itâ Daryl sat down in the offered seat as Siddiq went ahead with preparing his arm.
âI wonât tell anyone else. I know why youâre doing it now but againââ
âYeah I get it, Siddiq. JustâŚyeah hurry upâ The archer looked away when he put the needle in, not because heâs squeamish but because this brought weird memories.
After doing the blood transfusion, Daryl stepped out for a moment applying pressure to his arm giving them time to stitch the deep gashes and finish with cleaning and bandaging. He noticed the truck that Rick normally drives being by the Barrington house and when he brought himself into the vicinity there was more than just Rick in the building.
âDaryl, justâŚthe man we needed right nowâ Rick clears his throat avoiding his eyes as Maggie and Michonneâs worried expressions caught the archerâs attention.
âWhat happened?â
âWe investigated further on what happened to your partnerâ Jesus started the conversation but no one wanted to say it.
Which easily drove Daryl nuts.
âSpit it outâ
âSomeone cut the brake wires to the vehicle Y/N was drivingâ Michonne stated watching him tense. âthen when we asked around Alexandriaâmore specifically the recent Saviors we took in. One of them threatened Y/N before she leftâ
âAnd the Saviors arenât all too bright. They didnât want her to crash the carâ Rick finishes handing Daryl the list of Saviors they are shipping out of Alexandria.
âThey did thatâŚexpecting me to fucking drive the car and crash?â
âKnowing you, you wouldâve been able to crashâŚsafely. Regardless. We are moving those Saviors back to the Sanctuary andâ-â
âThatâs all youâre ever gonna do. My fucking partner, my WIFE, almost died because some fucking Saviors are still out for me. Or hell they wanted her dead so I would finish the fucking job that yâall didnât do that night on the hillâ Daryl scoffs stepping away from the conversation as Maggie cut through the group letting them take care of the situation for themselves.
âDarylâ-â
âMags Iâm sorry for bringinâ it up again. But I canât listen toâ-â
âYouâre rightâ Maggie grabbed his shoulder making him stop and turn to her. âYou didnât say it but youâre right that their decision for handling this situation is wrong. They shouldâve exiled them or worse. But can we at least focus on right now? Y/N is alive. Doing alright. And Iâm recommending you both to live here until sheâs well enough or hell. Permanently.â
âY/N wouldnât agree to the permanently thing. She spent too much time rebuilding our houseâŚitâs just gonna take a whileâ
âI know and you both can spend that while, here. Or the Kingdom with Carol and Ezekiel. Literally anywhere until sheâs ready to go back.â
Daryl didnât have anymore words on the matter while his anxiety had a chokehold on him. Unexpectedly, the tears spilled as his thoughts raced and while Maggie had too many thoughts herself on the matterâŚshe pushed them aside and brought her arms around her friend keeping him close as he latched onto her.
âShe couldâve diedâŚand left me all aloneâ
âYou know sheâs a fighterâŚyouâre going to be stuck with her foreverâ Maggie laughs softly holding him for as long as he wanted.
Soon Daryl found himself seated beside Y/Nâs gurney staring at every bandage, every bruise, her swollen face, and her arm strapped to her chest. He next focused on the rise and fall of her chest, afraid of the possible stop. But that never came and she was going to be okayâŚ
âHeyâŚâ Daryl smiles warmly gently kissing Y/Nâs forehead as she had been asleep for three days since the accident. He stuck by her side the entire time for the moment she opened her eyes.
âHiâŚâ Y/N gave him a tired smile even with the bit of pain coursing through her, thank god the drugs helped with it. âYouâre dumbâ
âFor?â He scoffs feeling her hand touch the bruise he got from the IV. âYeah well, I ainât losing yea soâ
âMm. Wouldâve been out longer if you didnât.â Y/N kept her hold on him for him to get the hint to sit on the edge of the bed letting her non-strapped arm rest in his lap feeling his hand rub up and down her arm gently. âGonna take a lot to keep me outâ
âGoodâ Daryl leaned over kissing her lips before pulling away to get one good look at her. âI love youâŚso muchâ
âMm getting sappy, Dixonâ She teases patting his leg as he took her hand into his squeezing it and bringing it up to his lips. âI love you, and Iâm here. Iâm alive. So stop worrying for right nowâŚâ
âOkayâŚâ
âOkay?â
âYes. For nowâ Daryl mumbles to himself as Y/N gave him a certain look that lead him to lifting her up enough for him to slip in beside her bringing her into his embrace.
Sheâs okay
Sheâs alive
And they are going to pay.
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I'm tired.
Just sort of in general I am exhausted. I know I put on a brave face a lot, but the hate does get to me. The constant unceasing hatred both offline and online gets to me. I'm human idk what to say. Been thinking a lot about the Bilbo quote, I might be paraphrasing, "I feel like too little butter spread across too much toast."
It's pride month, I should be feeling happy right? I convocated finally after a brutal long degree I should be feeling happy right? I like how my body looks for the first time in my life shouldn't I feel happy?
And I know that's not helpful, that feelings are not a should thing. And yet I feel it anyway :/. Not that I do not feel happy, I would say on average I am better than I have been at any other point in my life. But it does get to me.
I was invited to dinner with a former family member, a blood relative that breached every boundary I placed and even went so far as to accost me in a public space. It's hard watching someone lose all love for you the more you become yourself. Being told I'm an embarrassment to my parents by creeps online stings a lot more now that I had a blood relative say it to my face while aggressively yanking my jacket so I couldn't get away. I know its a lie, I know that this person saying that hurt my parents as much as it did me. Alas, anxiety rarely responds to facts or evidence.
Everytime it feels like I'm fine and over it; this person manages to weasel their way around boundaries to fuck up my mental health for a week. And the thing about chronic illnesses like mine is they flare up quite horrendously when you get stressed and anxious. Anxiety means waking up to acid burnt throat from reflux.
It makes my voice dysphoric all day.
I think deep down one of my greatest fears is that I am unlovable, that everyone around me secretly hates me and is just waiting for the excuse to finally be rid of interacting with me. I am terrified that I am a burden. Mortified by the false belief that I am broken.
Despite how horrific my childhood adolescence and some of my early adulthood were, my family was at least a safe place. I recognize that I was privileged to have that. With that said I think the reason this whole thing has rocked me so much is that it violated that one last place I felt safe. It has made me doubt the love of those I never thought I would.
Sometimes transphobia feels like drowning, and if you try to swim for air everyone decides to shove you further down cause actually it's proof you are faking needing breath.
I text someone anytime I go run errands, just to make sure someone knows. Had too many experiences of hate. I get anxious when I go to get groceries; will this be the time I get hit by a vehicle driven by a far right transphobe, am I going to get called a slur again, will the store staff get suspicious of me and search through all my groceries to make sure I actually paid for it. But please, tell me how I don't know what its like to be oppressed. When men sexually harass, catcall, creepily hit on, follow me around clearly I am not at all experiencing sexism. Obviously the real worst thing in the world is that women "cancel" people on the internet, and trans people exist. Did they think sending me hateful articles would suddenly make me go "oh yes clearly its all in my head, please genocide my community, I stand for nothing and have the moral backbone of a slug."
I don't really know why I'm writing this, I dont usually feel or desire to express something like this publicly. I will probably delete it later. Maybe I disappear into writing cause its easier to deal with the feelings that way. That at least then someone gets something out of my pain. That maybe it helps to condense emotional mountains to the mole hills of short strokes of a pen or presses of a key. To let them explode outward in a flurry of thoughts and words that others look at and say "I too have felt this, you are not alone, you are not wrong for feeling this way."
Anything to take the weight of it all off my chest for a second.
Because I am tired.
I'm exhausted really.
I don't want to be brave or strong or resilient. It's tiring to bear the weight of that and a billion projections. Atlas does not bear the heavens upon his shoulders because he is strong or brave. He bears it because he has no other choice. Because people put it on him.
I just want to exist; that is apparently too much to ask for as a trans woman.
If you are concerned, please don't worry I'll be fine, I was fine every other time after all. This too shall pass. But right now it hurts.
And I have had my fill of hurt for many lifetimes.
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Love Is A Polaroid Steddie ficlet | ~2k | cw: implied/referenced self-destructive behaviour, drinking, a little heartbreak before it gets better | happy sappy steddie & platonic stobin
inspired by the insanely talented @inklessletter 's #polaroid series (go check out their art right now!!!)
  "Steeeve, please!" Robin begs. Literally begs.
Like, hands folded together as if in prayer, a pleading look in her eyes, expression as if she's in pain.
  "Robs, no! I don't- that's stupid. I don't feel comfortable with you following us around to take pictures for your- whatever it is." He waves a hand at her dismissively.
  "It's a project, Steve. For my Photography Studies course."
He should know, she already explained that. Told him something about visualizing love in its purest form. Told him she wants to take polaroid pictures of him and Eddie. No posing, just random shots whenever she feels like it. Pictures in black and white - something about using dark tones and deep contrasts to enhance the beauty of simple moments in their day to day life.
  "Whatever. I still don't get why it has to be us?"
Steve is a little frustrated. She's been going on about her wonderful idea for a good few minutes now, not willing to drop the subject no matter how adamantly Steve declines. She knows how shy he gets when he knows someone is taking a picture of him. He hates how he always looks a little off, has never felt very photogenic. So, the mere thought of Robin capturing him in possibly awkward situations with his boyfriend makes his skin crawl.
  "Well, first of all, you are my best friends, so it would mean a lot to have you be part of it. Plus, we live together so I wouldnât be around you any more than I already am. You wouldnât even notice. And you two are the perfect motive because-â Robinâs eyes flicker down to her own feet, unable to hold his gaze.
Her face is suddenly painted with a faint crimson blush. Steve's furrowed brows smooth out and his expressions go soft again when he looks at his best friend's bashful little smile as she looks sheepishly back up at him.
  "You are the perfect motive because I've never seen two people being so in love with each other. Makes me sick how soft and cute you two are, if I'm honest."
Robin chuckles and Steve snorts loudly, both rolling their eyes at the same time because God, when did Robin become such a sap?
  "What you and Eddie have is love in its purest form. Itâs unapologetic, honest, and real. It's all I ever want to find for myself. I'm fucking jealous of you, Steve!"
They laugh and Steve ignores the violent tug in his heart caused by her words.
What him and Eddie have really is special. He knows it's some kind of miracle that they've ended up where they are now. It wasn't always that easy. There were times when Steve wanted to just give up. When the world tumbled down and buried him under its weight. When he thought he could never have Eddie like that, wanted to rather die than live life without him.
When Steve realised he had fallen in love with his best friend, his best male friend, he panicked. Finding out he likes boys like he likes girls wasn't even the scariest part. What really took him out was the fear of losing Eddie if he ever told him the truth. For weeks he tried to push his feelings down, tried to cage them behind his ribs but all it did was make him suffer even more. Every time Eddie looked at him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Every time Eddie touched him, it left a searing sensation on his skin. Every time they were alone, Steve felt like he was losing his mind, desperately trying to fight the urge to kiss the boy so blissfully unaware of the heartache he caused him. He fought and suffered in silence until he couldnât take it anymore and succumbed to the tormenting ache in his chest. Until he fell into a dark hole.
Steve drifted apart, dulling his feelings with unhealthy amounts of booze. Hunting for warm, willing bodies to sink into. Starving for touch and affection just to feel anything other than the grief-stricken pain of losing the lover he never even had to begin with.
Of course, his self-destructive behaviour hadnât gone unnoticed by his friends. Robin tried everything in her power to get through to him. Offered advice and help for all the wrong problems because she couldnât have known that the real issue was his own fucking mind and his inability to talk about what kept him up at night. What made him so angry and distant and numb.
And then there was Eddie. Sweet, kind, and caring Eddie who couldnât keep watching his friend ruin his own life anymore. Who gave him an ultimatum â stop hurting yourself or Iâll leave.
Eddieâs words felt like a pistol held to his head, the determination in his teary eyes like a finger ready to pull the trigger. Steve knew he meant it, knew this was his last chance. He would lose the one person that meant everything to him.
  âI canât lose you, Eddie.â
  âThen let me love you instead.â
He said the words like it was easy. Like it hadnât nearly cost Steve his sanity to even think them.
Love.
Love you.
  âI love you!â
Steve felt like he was startling awake from a nightmare. One of those where, once youâve opened your eyes, you instantly forget its horrors. Thatâs what it felt like when his confession found its way out of his mouth, making the pain of the past months disperse into nothingness.
Eddie had been right there all this time.
Eddie, with tears running down his beautiful face, smiling lovingly at Steve. Eddie, who brought his hands up to each side of Steveâs face before he leaned down and sealed his lips with a bruising kiss. Despair and pain spilling from his mouth as he licked his way inside, forcefully pushing something else in their place. Filling Steveâs insides with warmth and light and happiness. Passion running through his veins, pumping love into his heart, restarting the rotten organ to pick up its once steady beat. Its rhythm hard and fast, growing in size so big Steve felt like it would burst right through his chest.
I. Love. You.
Three simple words were all it took.
All the pain, the suffering, the loveless nights, and dreadful days â they all vanished in the seconds it took to say them out loud.
Three simple words, that seemed so frightening in his mind, so loaded with too much meaning and not enough weight to truly express what he felt.
What he still feels.
Loving Eddie and be loved by him in return is so easy. Itâs easy because it just comes naturally. Itâs what makes their love so pure, so honest, and true. They have one heart beating in two separate bodies. They are a two-piece puzzle, their curves and edges shaped to fit. A perfect match.
Steve holds out his hands, waits for Robin to take them in hers, and pulls her into a hug.
  âEddie already said yes, hasnât he?â Steve says through a defeated smile.
  âWell, his exact words were âYouâre gonna regret it, Bucks.â And then he said something about being extra nasty and insufferable just to wind me up. But yeah, heâs on board.â Robin huffs out a laugh.
Steve pulls her tighter, laughs when he practically hears Eddieâs voice in his head, sees his mischievous grin before his inner eye.
Eddie loves to be the centre of attention. Loves to be in the spotlight. Of course, he would be happy to provide himself as vessel for Robinâs artistic outlet.
   The things you do for love, Steve sighs before he agrees.
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Polaroid #1
Movie night. The three friends are watching some old, trashy horror movie. Steve had a very stressful day at work, can barely keep his eyes open when theyâre not even 15 minutes into the movie. He falls asleep on the couch, unbothered by Robin and Eddieâs bickering and laughing. When the movie comes to an end, Eddie leans down to Steveâs resting body, foreheads touching as he takes a moment to just listen to the other manâs calm breathing. âHey baby,â Eddie whispers softly, âtime to get up.â He kisses the tip of Steveâs nose, waits for him to slowly drift out of his deep slumber.
Steve smiles sleepily when he opens his eyes and sees Eddieâs face hovering over him, accepts the gentle press of Eddieâs lips against his own.
  âCâmon, darling. Letâs get you to bed.â
  âIâm not even tired anymore,â Steve says, his face scrunched up when he yawns loudly.
  âHmm, I know a way to tire you out, baby. Donât worry,â Eddie answers smugly, brushing their noses together before he kisses him again.
Robin makes a gagging sound, but smiles as she takes a picture to capture this soft little moment.
Polaroid #2
Sunday morning. They are all a little groggy from Robinâs early birthday celebrations last night. Theyâve been out dancing, downing shot after shot, having an awesome time. Now, the buzz from the night before is gone and makes way for headaches and hangover munchies. Steve promised Robin pancakes in the morning and sheâs desperate for him to finally get up and make them. She knocks on their bedroom door and steps in without waiting for an answer. The boys are still in bed. Eddie looks like he just woke up with his frazzled hair hanging into his face, lying half on top of Steve, rubbing his eyes. âJust five more minutesâ, Steve grumbles, refuses to turn and get up.
Itâs her Birthday, sure, and he promised her food she absolutely, definitely needs to soak up the remaining alcohol in her system â but she can give him another five minutes.
When she returns (exactly five minutes later), she captures Eddie and Steve still in bed. Eddieâs lips grazing the skin on his mole-speckled back with a dreamy look in his eyes, while Steve sighs in defeat âAlright, Robs. You win.â
The shutter clicks just before he turns around to throw a pillow at her head, causing Eddie to tumble to the side and nearly topple off the bed.
Polaroid #3
Robin sorts through the pile of polaroid pictures sheâs taken over the last two weeks:
Steve and Eddie dancing in the kitchen to some dorky love song.
Steve resting between Eddieâs thighs where they lie cuddled up on the sofa, Eddie reading his favourite book to Steve.
Eddie trying and failing to make a handstand, Steve beside him, holding his belly from laughing so hard.
A picture of all three of them on Robinâs birthday, faces covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup after devouring their pancakes like starving animals.
Eddie with his guitar in his lap, Steve sitting on the floor across from him. They share a loving look, eyes full of desire and devotion.
And then- Robin startles in shock. How did that get in here?
She knows she didnât take that picture. She couldnât have. Not with the way she already feels the deep blush creeping up her face because- Jesus! Thatâs entirely too personal. She feels like sheâs invading their privacy just by looking at that. This surely isnât meant for anyoneâs eyes but theirs.
Itâs not like theyâre visibly naked but the position of their bodies leaves literally no room for speculations. One of Eddieâs hands wrapped around Steveâs throat  and Steve looks like- well, he looks absolutely fucking blissful. Robin can practically hear the soft moans escaping his parted lips (How she knows what he sounds like, you ask? They swore to never ever talk about that incident ever again).
It looks like Eddie is kissing him. Or maybe he licks his skin. Maybe he whispers some dirty words into his ear, tells him how heâs going to wreck him â who knows? The point is, Robin doesnât want to know because as much as she adores them, as much as sheâs been prying on their sweet moments over the past weeks, there are things that should be kept between them.
Sheâs going to frame it and surprise them with it. (What she doesnât know, is that Eddie sneaked that picture into her folder just to tease her. What she also doesnât know is that thereâs a whole collection of more of these kind of pictures hidden in a shoebox under their bed.)
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haha I love the "slow-boiled stone egg" name for this au thats adorable! I have some to chew on now thank you! I will be drawing some funny moments for this au now <3
[Many foes back off just by the tired firey glare in the King's eyes.] Wukong's presence is enough to scare most off, and the most of the rest who think about still trying end up taking one look at him and just knowing it's not worth it XD
[Wukong never managed to tell Macaque about the Egg in that lifetime.] it breaks his heart. later, the fact he never knew breaks Macaque's heart too, he'd always wanted a family with his king
[he's convinced that the Egg's presence at the Samadhi Fire was what caused the Rings to Split and hit Ao Lie.] I didn't mention it in my first post but it was part of my thought process that the stone egg started "kicking" mid-ritual, and try as he might to keep control of the situation the pain from that is what causes Wukong to slip allowing the creation of the fourth ring.
[By isolating himself, he accidentally causes his body to *turn down the heat* and extend the process even longer.] awww no, nore isolation! he's gonna be so mad when he realizes he prolonged the whole thing more. but maybe it's better that way, it wouldn't be good to have the egg be born while his mental health is that bad and he doesn't have a support network. egg is like, "no troop? no family? not suitable conditions, I'm staying in here for now". [he geniunely believed that keeping MK whilst the Stone Egg was still draining life force could kill the cub. So SWK is forced to give the little toddler up to save his life.] on the same note it's also (unfortunately) for the better, he wasn't in the right mind to care for a kid, and ebven if that isn't the direct reason he acknowledges as he reason to give MK up the fact he recognizes he might not be safe for a kid right now and does things to ensure MK still gets a good life says a lot. bonus points if he still watches over MK as he grows and giving up MK leads him to trying to better his mental health for the sake of his unborn infant.
[When him and MK finally reunite, its a little awkward but MK immediately understands the reason for the Monkey King's retirement.] wait, did MK remember he was with SWK first here or was just "meeting my fav legend irl" kind of awkward? also MK assuming it's a bad break up situation is super funny when you remember that it was his break up with Macaque that led to Wukong's body finally reaching peak egg making conditions. in a way, it is a bad break up situation, just not in the way that MK is assuming.
[being "like this longer than even Lao Tzu's mother". He returns to Pigsy's that evening silent with a horrified look on his face.] SWK def brags that he now holds the record for the longest pregnancy from any immortal. when MK goes back to Pigsy's the othres notice, and MK having already told the others why SWK wasn't doing hero work himself anymore (with SWK's permission ofc) explains what Wukong told him and the whole shop is silently horrified/very sympathetic the rest of the night.
[New Years does not go smoothly. The Spider Queen can sense that there's a new life within the King, but she decides its an issue for after the takeover.] Wukong is very surprised she doesn't immediately try and exploit the obvious weakness but she's like "I hate you but I still have some honor ape" but still goes and drains him. he's very surprised to see LBD present, and her being there when he's caught is how she learns he's carrying a stone egg. her having this information freaks him out, especially when it doesn't take her long to start making passive threats. after the spider queen debacle SWK def make a really quick tri to the south sea for a check up with Kuan Yin to make sure being drained like that didn't hurt the egg.
[DBK frees himself, not only from the fear of losing his wife and his son, but also out of fury that Wukong had been hiding his condition for so long!!] LBD approaches SWK who is tied up close to DBK, so DBK hears the whole conversation, including the parts about Wukong's condition. he spends the whole time he's trying to escape grilling Wukong about keeping it secret from even him.
[Any resentment surrounding the Bull's imprisonment is forgiven due to a certain offer... + PIF demands a proper baby shower when she hears about it from her excited husband later.] it is surprisingly easy to get back into the bull family's good graces after imprisoning DBK with that single question, as well as making up for not telling them. DBK picks up red son and runs back home super excited, he busts down the doors to his family's castle and just yells "DARLING WE'RE GONNA BE GODPARENTS" to both PIF and RS's confusion until he explains everything.
[Macaque has... suspicions when he and Wukong finally meet again in S1. He makes a comment about the king being "out of shape", but becomes concerned when his Sun refuses to fight in any way that leaves his stomach exposed.] Macaque's "comprehension of all" be coming in clutch here baby! he's instantly concerned about Wukong so closely protecting a certain part of his bidy, that usually means there's a vulnrability, a big one, but it's only when he's laying in bed later that night that it occurs to him just what that vulbrability may have been. it causes many sleepless nights after that, driving himself insane trying to figure out if he;s right or not with the information he has at hand.
["The Shadow Play" becomes more a plan to trap the Monkie Kid gang for answers. MK spills the beans. Macaque stares blankly for a minute before yelling in frustration. It's too much emotional baggage to process right now!] the endless speculation becomes too much and he just needs answers, now. but with that question out of the way there's a couple more lined right up. how far a long is he? who;s the other parent? when did it happen? but ofc he ends up not having the chance to answer those questions before LBD decides to shake things up some more.
[now with the additional threat that she will harm the Stone Egg if Macaque fails her again...] even without all the answers he wants about the stone egg Macaque knows he can't let that happen, he may have hated Wukong for a while and they have yet to even begin reconciling but he would never do anything to harm Wukong's baby if he ever had one. he wasn't going to bring an infant into their conflict. but Wukong doesn't know that. he knows Wukong doesn't know that from the way he hunches in on himself to protect his stomach the second Macaque's voice is heard above the airship. Wukong is at first terrified when Macaque gets involved, he hates the idea of having to choose between him or his unborn infant again, but Wukong already knows what he'll choose if he has to. but Macaque barely even acknowledges him, specifically doesn't target him, a noteworthy thing since Macaque's quarrel is most personal with the sage. SWK doesn't complain, he doesn't want to have to choose again.
[She tries to offer protection for the Stone Egg in exchange for the world - but Wukong refuses to answer and gets the drop on him.] clever considering his love for children in general let alone his own, but what good is having his little one alone when he so desperately wants to share that love with his family? [Macaque breaks the King from his possession by casually placing a curious hand on his swollen stomach, smiling in a way Wukong hadn't seen in centuries. "I know," is all that is said as the two monkeys allow their foreheads to touch.] Macaque is very mindful not to do anything that would risk the stone egg's life during the fight because LBD doesn't care to protect SWK's stomach the way he himself did back in s1. still, Wukong was so stressed by what was happening while he was possessed that Macaque's gentleness+pregnancy hormones causes him to ust start bawling his eyes out. loud, ugly crying tears of joy and relief.
[She did not count upon the Egg recognising her as a yummy source of spirtual energy as she was possessing it's parent. LBD soul is literally devoured as the Stone Egg responds to Wukong and Macaque's reconcillation.] the mental image of the stone egg's magic just chomping down on LBD's soul is super funny, stone egg be like "you hurt bama and then try and leave like nothing? i think not! nom". SWK sensing the egg absorbing some powerful magic and is just like "oh gods".
[Until the newly unpossessed Monkey King doubles over in pain and cries for the Bodhisattva to help him. Guanyin is on the scene in seconds, glaring at her little brother angrily. Half the gang stare jaws dropped at what is happening while the rest are panicking.] the stone egg go the last of the magic it needed and later during the celebrations felt that SWK finally had his whole family present and didn't feel isolated anymore and was like "huh, guess it's time, is it? okay" and that's that. with how close he was to popping these days Wukong had Guanyin on speed dial in case of labor finally occuring, comes in handy now with how quick they shows up but they're not happy with Wukong for putting himself and the egg in so much danger with what was happening with LBD. he shouldn't have been fighting her! he shouldn't have been fighting at all! and the smadhi fire again? they're gonna skin Wukong.
[After many hours of painful labor with Macaque clutching his hand for support, Wukong *finally* greets his baby for the first time.] Macaque is def worried on a few occasions that his hand is gonna break, but he ends up only losing feeling in his hand for a while. it's also bruised and sore for a while but it's the price he's willing to pay to be present for the stone egg's arrival. Wukong, holding his new born infant after the egg hatches def joke that she "kept him waiting".
[Her dark fur is hard to ignore. As well as the ice-blue eyes that stare between the two monkeys with wonder.] ice blue eyes as a side affect of LBD's soul getting devoured at the end there, but what if the dark fur is actually because of SWK constantly yearning for Macaque to come back after their fight during the early stages of his pregnancy, SWK's desire and longing worsened by hormones causing her to shift in appearance to fit not just her parent but his wants. [And the little excited chirps she makes that sing the tune of Wukong's favorite songs. Everyone in the Monkie Kid gang, the Demon Bull family, and any present celestials are crying with joy.] I headcanon Wukong hums a lot, so his infant picking up on the sounds of the tunes he hummed in the later stages of his pregnancy is very cute, but he probably thinks every sound she makes is like music even when not trying to mimic him. he bursts into tears the first time she chirps. Macaque def cries at her having dark fur like him cause it makes him feel more like a bio parent. DBK tries to hold it together but starts crying when she can fit into his cupped palm with ease. Kuanyin cries and gives Wukong a hug when he holds her for the first time.
[Gold Star comes down from Heaven in person to bless her arrival.] he is thanked for his blessing and also thanked for being to busy to read the specifics of Wukong's imprisonment, seeing as if he had Wukong wouldn't be holding the most precious little furball in the universe right now.
[Her eye lazers come in a little later than expected... singeing Azure Lion's fur as he goes to take the Jade Emperor's throne. All present, including members of the Brotherhood, laugh at the coincidence.] it's hard not to laugh given the context, there ends up being a joke mad that every new Jade Emperor will have stone monkey lazer eyes shot at them when they try and sit on the throne for the first time. Wukong is insanely proud.
[Yuebei's whole family are willing to *destroy* the divine animals if even dare touch a single hair on her little head.] Azure would likely try deluding himself into believing that he, Wukong, and Yuebei could be a perfect family once justice is brought to Heaven, or try to blackmail the MKrew. or both. you can imagine that won't go over with anyone too well.
[The retrieve Yuebei after they enter the palace and see the three usurpers beaten to a pulp. The infant monkey rolling around on her butt as she giggles. Azure begs the crew to "please take her back".] Azure was so busy fantasizing he didn't notice Yuebei starting to get playful, and playful+super power do not mix. she starts tugging at him to play and the rest is history.
[Wukong and Macaque are so proud of their super-delayed baby girl. :3] they will always be super proud ;)
sorta mirror post to this one.
[it breaks his heart. later, the fact he never knew breaks Macaque's heart too, he'd always wanted a family with his king]
Macaque having the mega-regret when he finds out all those years later about the Stone Egg, feeling like a dad who wasn't around for their (ex)partner and unborn baby and barely having enough time to adjust when baby arrives.
[I didn't mention it in my first post but it was part of my thought process that the stone egg started "kicking" mid-ritual, and try as he might to keep control of the situation the pain from that is what causes Wukong to slip allowing the creation of the fourth ring.]
Ooh he'd feel so bad for allowing the slip-up to happen cus of being distracted by the Egg moving (likely responding to the Samadhi fire like it would consumable dao like; "Hey, can I eat that- OOO NO SPICY!!!"). Whats worse is that his slip-up indirectly hurt his baby's godfather, and nearly killed his master :(
Wukong's mental health was not good after the ritual, no matter how greatful the Ironbull couple were for the safety of their son. Wukong risked his own baby for them, and the couple don't learn this until centuries later.
[on the same note it's also (unfortunately) for the better, he wasn't in the right mind to care for a kid, and ebven if that isn't the direct reason he acknowledges as he reason to give MK up the fact he recognizes he might not be safe for a kid right now and does things to ensure MK still gets a good life says a lot. bonus points if he still watches over MK as he grows and giving up MK leads him to trying to better his mental health for the sake of his unborn infant.]
Bonus sad detail: Wukong probably didn't need to give up MK. The Stone Egg would have sensed MK as a fellow baby monkey, and hence "troop/sibling, no eat". But Wukong could not take that chance with the limited knowledge he had. He'd rather silently watch over MK being raised by other parents, than risk the Egg's magic killing the older cub. And ofc he was in a mental health pit and just *couldn't* raise MK on his own in that state.
[Wukong is very surprised she doesn't immediately try and exploit the obvious weakness but she's like "I hate you but I still have some honor ape" but still goes and drains him.] + [after the spider queen debacle SWK def make a really quick tri to the south sea for a check up with Kuan Yin to make sure being drained like that didn't hurt the egg.]
Ohhhh, imagine post-New Years the Spider gang hears some furious knocking at the entrance to the sewer-cave. Spider Queen turns, only to see Guanyin/Kuan Yin glaring her down like the vengeful goddess she is.
Quanyin: "You hurt my little brother and his unborn baby."
[even without all the answers he wants about the stone egg Macaque knows he can't let that happen, he may have hated Wukong for a while and they have yet to even begin reconciling but he would never do anything to harm Wukong's baby if he ever had one. he wasn't going to bring an infant into their conflict. but Wukong doesn't know that.he knows Wukong doesn't know that from the way he hunches in on himself to protect his stomach the second Macaque's voice is heard above the airship. Wukong is at first terrified when Macaque gets involved, he hates the idea of having to choose between him or his unborn infant again, but Wukong already knows what he'll choose if he has to.]
Ohohoho the spicy conflict. Wukong not wanting to choose his baby's safety over Macaque again, not knowing that this time Macaque knows about the Egg and is trying his damn best to ignore Wukong so he won't have to.
Instead of the infamous "OH WUKONG!" while flying overhead at the end of S2, Macaque instead announces hos presence to MK specifically. Wukong and the gang are confused when Mac is actively trying to pretend Wukong isn't there until it clicks that he knows.
[clever considering his love for children in general let alone his own, but what good is having his little one alone when he so desperately wants to share that love with his family?]
Wukong gets the drop on him cus it's such a paradoxial offer. If he agrees, his baby will be a lonely little cub in the world like he was + he'll lose all his found family and the world at large. If he refuses, LBD might just decide to aim for the Egg directly, taking away something Wukong has been incubating/nuturing for centuries away from him and using the energy accumilated within to fuel her mech.
It gives him enough pause that LBD manages to target her possession onto him.
LBD does not think about feeding Wukong in this timeframe ofc, since in her mind he's an immortal self-sustaining puppet now. It's ultimately what leads to her demise...
[the mental image of the stone egg's magic just chompingdown on LBD's soul is super funny, stone egg be like "you hurt bama and then try and leave like nothing? i think not! nom". SWK sensing the egg absorbing some powerful magic and is just like "oh gods".]
Oh gosh I'm trying to think of how terrfying that would be to witness.
You know when the Mayor gets un-possessed by LBD? Think that, but the soul energy is getting eaten like a string of noodles and slurped into Wukong's body.
Yuebei, from deep within Wukong's body: *burp!* Everyone present: 0_o Wukong, very concerned/proud(?): "Uh... I guess the Egg... ate her???"
[the stone egg go the last of the magic it needed and later during the celebrations felt that SWK finally had his whole family present and didn't feel isolated anymore and was like "huh, guess it's time, is it? okay" and that's that.]
The Egg needed Wukong to gain a couple few more family members before it could "hatch" into Baby. XD
[I headcanon Wukong hums a lot, so his infant picking up on the sounds of the tunes he hummed in the later stages of his pregnancy is very cute, but he probably thinks every sound she makes is like music even when not trying to mimic him. he bursts into tears the first time she chirps. Macaque def cries at her having dark fur like him cause it makes him feel more like a bio parent. DBK tries to hold it together but starts crying when she can fit into his cupped palm with ease. Kuanyin cries and gives Wukong a hug when he holds her for the first time.]
The whole squad is crying.
The baby does a little series of chirps that Wukong swears sound like a piece of music he hummed to himself when alone. He can barely explain it until he just buries his face into his (!!!) baby's dark fluffy hair. She smells like new beginnings and Wukong has to constantly wipe his eyes to prevent his tears from wetting her little face.
Mac's crying cus he's finally coming to terms with why Wukong hurt him all those years ago + he's meeting his former mate's little cub who looks like him!! He makes a sound akin to a dying squeaky toy when he's asked how he thinks of little Yuebei.
DBK holds it together until he has Yuebei in his palm. Smaller than even Red Son was as a baby. DBK does one deep breath... and quickly has to pass the baby to PIF cus his eyes have turned into waterfalls. She's so small!!
Quanyin has cried many times in their life as a goddess... but holding Yuebei is the first time in a long time she makes a joyful snotty sob. The baby monkey is confused by the bodhisattva's reaction, and tries kissing her tears away. This only makes her honorary aunt/grandmother cry even harder with pride and joy.
Not to mention how hard MK cries when Wukong introduces him to Yuebei as "your honorary big brother". Mei has hundreds of timelapsed photos of MK as his face contorts into an ugly cry as he holds Yuebei for the first time.
[he is thanked for his blessing and also thanked for being to busy to read the specifics of Wukong's imprisonment, seeing as if he had Wukong wouldn't be holding the most precious little furball in the universe right now.]
When Gold Star arrives to deliver his blessing, he finally gets a good look at the baby and is like "Oh!!" His previous divine demeanor immediately drops like an old coat, cus this is the first Stone Monkey infant he's seen in thousands of years!! And she's so beautiful!! He reminds himself to say sorry to Wukong for not checking if the Buddha's punishment was Stone Monkey friendly. Wukong and Mac laugh him off cus the Gold Star of Venus is currently having his beard nearly yanked off by the playful newborn cub.
[it's hard not to laugh given the context, there ends up being a joke mad that every new Jade Emperor will have stone monkey lazer eyes shot at them when they try and sit on the throne for the first time. Wukong is insanely proud.]
Wukong most certainly is proud!! His little girl is already developing ways to defend herself! She's supposed to be kidnapped after all.
[Azure would likely try deluding himself into believing that he, Wukong, and Yuebei could be a perfect family once justice is brought to Heaven, or try to blackmail the MKrew. or both. you can imagine that won't go over with anyone too well.]
Azure: "What do you think little cub? Am I not a fine Emperor and guardian? Do you think your mother will warm to being at my side?" Yuebei, hungry, frustrated, and bored: *glares and makes a distinctly "Macaque"-sound as her ears glow* The Brotherhood: "..." Peng: "She must be hard to impress. As any princess ought to be." Azure: *feels a little better* :'3 Yellowtusk the Wise, internally: "I'm telling Guanyin. I am not going to be held responsible for what nonsense Azure gets up to regarding Wukong and the infant."
[Azure was so busy fantasizing he didn't notice Yuebei starting to get playful, and playful+super power do not mix. she starts tugging at him to play and the rest is history.] + [they will always be super proud ;)]
If Azure still had a tail, Yuebei would have taken it as a chew toy long before the MKrew (love that name) got there. And Wukong would have let her keep it as a trophy.
Hope you enjoy this slightly different version of the other ask! I hope I managed to get to some details I forgot/overlooked in the other one!
#slow boiled stone egg au#stone egg talk#lmk aus#lego monkie kid#lmk#lmk yuebei xing#yuebei xing#pregnancy tw#sun wukong#shadowpeach#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#long post
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So ME/CFS (myalgic encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) and fibromyalgia are two syndromes (collections of symptoms often found together, with unknown causative mechanisms) with largely overlapping symptoms. They're currently classified as different diagnoses, but there are plenty of people who aren't convinced that they're actually different things. The biggest diagnostic difference seems to be whether the pain or the fatigue is the biggest problem.
I'm sure there are plenty of people who, like me, couldn't possibly say which of those is ruining my life more. I, like many, fulfill all the diagnostic criteria for both. I have the specific patterns of pain and inflammation characteristic of fibro, but I also have the postural orthostatic problems (Stand Up Feel Real Bad disorder) and extreme fatigue of ME/CFS. There's no test; diagnosis is an inherently subjective thing.
This is just gonna keep being about medical problems, so have a cut.
I also have problems that may be related or may be separate or may be part of the constellation of physical issues associated with ADHD, like loose tendons that lead to terrible core strength and janky joints. So while generally the pain spots for fibromyalgia are considered to have no actual material cause, I am pretty sure that my right hip and shoulder are in fact fucked up, and fibro is just making it experientially worse. I've also got a rib that spends more than half its time in just slightly the wrong goddamn place. I have multiple friends who have hypermobility problems that make mine look like a papercut, but combining them with fibro isn't a lot of fun.
A few months back, at my bestie's prompting and with his help, I started eating keto, which is essentially just restricting carbohydrates so harshly that they represent less than 20% (or less than 10%, this seems to be bioindividual) of your diet, at which point your body begins building energy transport molecules out of fat (ketones) instead of glucose. This has a history of treating several conditions (originally, seizures, but now also diabetes and inflammatory conditions), well before it became popular for weight loss.
It was an experiment. Believe me, I have mixed feelings about the fact that it worked. At first, it worked really, really well. I went from mostly bedbound to up and working full days outside. I've started to hit diminishing returns and having to nap more often, but it's still a radical improvement. I just forget how bad it was too fast. I hate how fast we forget how far we've come.
I haven't talking about it though, because I am so conflicted about restrictive diets as a thing. This started as an experiment, and as an experiment I could sell myself on no apples no potatoes no rice no crackers no no no no etc for a few weeks. After a few weeks I could decide whether it was worth it. And now here we are and it works.
But I've gone through So Much food restriction, starting when Phantom was two and we discovered that gluten fucks us both up. Then the Boy was sensitive to so many things as a baby that I cut out the entire Top Eight allergens (let's see, can I remember? Milk, eggs, peanuts, gluten, corn, soy, uhh....others...) for a year while he was nursing. Once you've cut wheat AND eggs AND corn out there is almost no commercial product you can eat and you have to prepare everything from scratch. With a toddler and a baby. I was literally starving. I used a calorie tracker for a while and found that I was nearly a thousand calories short per day, on average. I could barely think.
It's become a huge depression trigger for me. I tell people that my last major depressive episode was triggered by not being able to eat dairy, and I'm not kidding. I'm struggling with it now, too. Most of the time I'm good, but still, despite medication, I get very low and I just want to be able to fucking eat something tasty and comforting and EASY. I just want...cheese and crackers. A whole piece of fruit. A baked potato. Rice with my stir fry. But then I eat too much fucking watermelon and I can tell the difference in my wellbeing the next day.
Food becomes a minefield. Every meal becomes a struggle. You question every bite, every symptom. At least once a day the whole thing is just too annoying and I decide to just not eat, because fuck it. I dunno if it reaches eating disorder levels, but it's certainly maladaptive. I hate that I've gotten here because what you eat actually DOES matter. it's like the question of how you talk yourself out of anxiety when the world is objectively falling apart.
But I can do the things I love. I owe all this garden progress to not having had a glass of juice or a bowl of pasta in four months. Not to mention the abrupt cessation of all my dermatitis problems, frequent "silent" heartburn, a ton of digestive problems, migraines, most headaches, and more. "Nothing is worth risking depression" but is it though?
I'm holding on to the hope that these changes will allow me to heal. That I'll be able to make long-term progress, as many people say they have, and reintroduce restricted foods gradually. That I'll be able to cement the opportunity diet gave me with regular movement and conditioning and slowly claw my way up the spiral.
But on days when I feel like shit anyway, and I can't have some fucking chips about it....yeah. It's not great.
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I love your writing..đŤśđť May I request a dom Reader/sub Larissa smut? Iâm craving for it hahaâŚsub Larissa just hits different tbh. Something like Larissa discovers this side of her the first time after Reader sort of âoverpowersâ her during a heated argument in her office and Larissa hates to admit but she likes it immensely..which eventually turns into a heated shameless smutty smut. The plot idea is just a suggestion so itâs totally up to you, so if you have a better idea thatâs totally fineđ Thank you!đŤśđť
Tempers like a flame 18+
*Authors note~ more sub Larissa content for y'all*
Trigger warnings~ sub l dom r reader is able to use magic and often prefers magically shifting their anatomy downstairs to a dick cockwarming edging mommy kink l daddy kink r
Prompt~ see ask^^
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Larissa had been teasing you all day, she knew just what to say and do to get your not so little friend to stand to attention. When you first told her you were able to change your body parts by magic and that you preferred to have male anatomy downstairs ever once in a while, you were terrified, after all Larissa Weems screamed lesbian. But turns out Larissa loved that special quality about you. Larissa soon mapped all all the ways she could tease you to her memory which meant a lot of painful predicaments for you when in public and at the other end of her teasing.
Today was no different, Larissa had been teasing you all damn day. Honestly, you were not even sure your dick could get any harder at this point, the bulge becoming hard to hide. You wanted your love on it and that's exactly what you'd get you just had to be creative about it. Picking a silly argument would get Larissa to your shared bedroom, your lover never one to back down especially if she thought she's right, that small fact would become extremely useful.
As soon as she entered her words began to spiral, you let her rant a little before shutting her up with your lips on hers, teeth and tongues clashing together in a desperate needy effort to claim one another as her hand slipped to your noticeable bulge. "Daddy, do you need me?" She teased messing the the fly of your trousers. "Oh mommy more than you know, you caused this and your gonna fix it. Now I have work to do so you're gonna come and sit on daddy's big thick cock, warm it up real good"you demanded tugging her over to the desk before freezing your member from its restraints. "O daddy your huge" she mewled at the slight allowing you. Her underwear disappeared and you silently thanked whatever gods made you a witch. Your spells and magic were incredibly useful.
Making quick work of getting your lover settled on your dick you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan of contentment, "feel so good mommy" you mewled as your love whimpered, your size stretching her out. "Be a good girl for daddy and maybe I'll let you come" you murmured before cracking on with work, a hand rubbing at her back in a soothing manner. For Larissa time had no meaning, it could've been minutes of hours she wasn't sure but she really needed to move, to feel you deeper in her needy cunt. Subtly she tried to rock her hips to get more only to be met with a harsh smack to her thigh, "don't be greedy whore! You've made daddy horny all day now fucking behave" you snapped before attending to your work ignoring your lovers whines in protest.
Only when you finished the work you had to do did you move to press kisses to her neck. "Did so good for me mommy, wanna reward my special subby girl" you murmured laughing at how her hips rutted forward at the last words. "Aw does mommy like being daddy's submissive slutty whore hmm?" You teased her delighting when she moaned happily, "please I don't wanna think, daddy please make me go all fuzzy I'll be good please please" her little whimpers was all it took for you to teleport yourselves to the bed. Again thank you magic is all you could say.
"Come on then whore, fuck yourself on my dick or can you not even do that anymore?" Was all the blonde needed to hear to begin to bounce on your cock. "Daddy fuck feel so good" she mewled and you knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to the edge. "Poor mommy needs to cum" you teased receiving nods and whimpers of pleasure. "Tough hold it" you bit delivering a span to her ass. "Daddy daddy can't please" she mewled cashing you to flip you both over so she was on her back. "Wanna cum then cum slut but I won't be stopping till I'm done filling you to the brim. Think about how pretty you'd look mommy, carrying daddy's babies like a good cumdump."
You continued to pound into the older woman while spewing all the things you wanted to do to her, making her cum over and over again, begging you to stop while begging for more. The poor woman wasn't sure what she wanted anymore but you didn't care, you were close and that was all you could think of. "Gonna cum, gonna breed my pretty whore, fuck take it baby, take daddy's cum deep inside your needy pussy" you panted as you felt spurt after spurt of sticky hot seed shoot up into her fluttering walls of her cunt. "Thank you daddy" she slurred as you slipped out of her. "You're welcome baby, daddy's gonna plug your pretty pussy so you don't waste any of daddy's treat" you murmured before magically producing the plug and carefully inserted into her gaping hole as your mixed cums dribbled out. "Did good Ris, get some sleep love" you murmured while you made your way back up to hold the spent woman to your chest. "I love you" you both whispered at the same time before laughing and drifting off to sleep together.
Word count~ 1031
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When Night Comes - Eighteen
Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New Yorkâs resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?
pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: cursing, major character death(s) again, Alix is in this one so that's a whole warning in itself, angst, like a lot, enough that I want to give Bucky a big hug now.
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Fear strikes into Y/Nâs heart when she sees the people standing in the doorway.
Peggy, Alix, Thor, and Loki file into the room one after another while Luca and Ana Cristina grab ahold of her arms. Their grip prevents her from getting out and running however the thought barely crosses her mind. Y/N knew that even if she did manage to get out of their grasp, any one of the four traitors before her would catch her. Running for her life naked through the house while dripping water would not make for a successful escape so she stays put. Her anger replaces her fear and the boiling water feels like it has replaced the blood in her body. Whatever hate she felt for Alix increases tenfold with the help of the generational rage that has been stored in her body. She doesnât even notice that sheâs being held down anymore because sheâs too focused on Alix, the creator of her nightmares and reason for her life of running. Y/N hadnât seen this demon of a woman in five years but nothing has changed. She is still tall and lean, her long braids piled on top of her head give her a towering appearance. Her face is still somber and rigid from the years of bad deeds sheâs done. Sheâs duller than before, thanks to the stress of trying to find Y/N but her eyes are what catches Y/N off guard.Â
Theyâre gold.Â
A yellow gold unlike before.Â
The same yellow gold that a Lycanâs eyes become when they turn.Â
Against her dull and lifeless face, the contrast is horrifying and gives her an inhumane like mien. That alone is enough to make Y/N break eye contact but she refuses. Even the simple act of breaking eye contact will feel like an act of submission to Alix and that is something that Y/N can not give to her.Â
âThereâs my baby girl,â Alix mocks her as she circles the tub like a predator stalking its prey.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â she asks Alix.Â
âUse your brain. What do YOU think Iâm doing here?â
Y/N doesnât answer right away.Â
âCat got your tongue? Iâll just tell you,â Alix says as she keeps circling Y/N, âYour little witch friends agreed to help me kill Bucky in exchange for you.â
âWhat do you mean in exchange for me?â
âThey get to keep you since apparently youâre some important doppelgänger. I quit listening after a while.â âI thought you wanted me for yourself.â
Alix shrugs, âI did but then I found you that caught feelings for that Strigoi bastard so now I could care less what happens to you.â
Y/N chooses not to answer and when Alix is behind her again, she turns her angry eyes to Peggy who is not shy in her joy. A smirk is painted across her face and it sends a dagger right into Y/Nâs heart.Â
Y/N leans forward enough to make sure that Peggy knows that she is the object of her words and spits out, âHow could you? After everything that Bucky has done for you, for Steve, for your son. How could you betray him like this?â Peggyâs smirk falters at the mention of her son, âThat man has done nothing but cause my family pain. Heâs made Steve his servant, murdered my best friend, and put my son in harmâs way too many times to count.â
âYou are to blame for my murder.â
A gust of wind causes the candleâs flames to flicker and a pressure fills the room, making it feel tight and cramped.
âYou were the one who was supposed to protect me and you didnât,â Y/N says but thereâs a hollow look in her eye, âYou were supposed to go with me that day but you were too busy sleeping with Dorian Wright to come and thatâs why Iâm dead. If you had just left Steve like you told Dorian you would then I would still be alive.â
Ana Cristina and Luca glance at each other but neither make a move. The gust of wind had been anything but normal and the two witches fear for the outcome.Â
âThey were after you that day, not me but you know that.â
Peggyâs eyes open wide in fear and she stumbles backward but Y/N doesnât stop, âYou used the fact that the Wright gang had tried to kill me in the past as an explanation for my death as a way to cover up your affair. You used the curse that my husband sold his soul for to cover up your affair and now youâre trying to fix your mistake via the worst plan I have ever seen. How exactly does siding with the great granddaughter of your paramour and my murderer achieve what you want?.â
Peggy goes to defend herself but Y/N will not have it and interrupts her, âHow does this plan make any sense, Margaret? It most certainly wonât free you from your guilt nor will it end well for you. If itâs freedom that youâre after, THIS will end with you running for the rest of your miserable life and facing that eternity completely alone. Steve will not forgive you, your son will not remember you, Bucky will not rest until you have paid for your betrayal, and I will let you forget what you did.â
Y/N slumps forward, breathing raggedly like she had run for miles and silent tears stream down Peggyâs face. Alix, Thor, and Loki to each other for answers but none can produce one.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â Alix demands Ana Cristina and Luca.Â
The two bring Y/N to rest against the back of the tub and exchange silent words through glances. Ana Cristina provides an answer, âIt appears that Celeste used Y/N as a mouthpiece.â
âGhosts can do that?â
âCeleste is not a ghost, she is a spirit and yes when a witch with enough power dies, they can sometimes use that power to communicate with the living or,â she looks to Peggy, âto those who are neither living nor dead.â
âIs she going to do it again?â
Ana Cristina dips her head to look at Y/Nâs face, âno. Y/N is not strong enough for that. Celeste wonât risk killing her doppelgänger and angering her coven even more to get revenge on Peggy.â
âCan we hurry along with the spell? I donât want to give her a chance to try,â Peggy mumbles as she wipes away at the tears and straightens her back.Â
Ana Cristina and Luca nod before gesturing to the other two men to come forward. Thor and Loki take their place next to the tub but Y/N grips onto the cookâs arm.Â
âPlease donât do this. PleaseâŚâ Y/N begs her, âPlease, donât let them hurt me.â
Ana Cristina puts her hand on top of Y/Nâs, âIt wonât kill you, I promise.â
With that she tears Y/Nâs hand away and allows Loki to take her place. All trust that Y/N had placed in her or Luca shatters and spills out of her eyes as tears race down her face. She begins to sob and thrash against the menâs grip, pleading with them to let her go and to not hurt her. Ana Cristina tells Alix to join her at the table and starts to go over her portion of the spell.Â
Peggy stays pressed against the wall, still reeling over what Celestse had said to her. Any and all emotions are racing through her as she tries to process it all but one thought sticks out; if Celeste could use Y/N to say all of that, what else could she do?
The answer of what else can Celeste do comes in the form of a vision to Bucky. On their way back from dropping Natasha and Wyatt off in town, Bucky lets out a howl of agony and Steve slams on the breaks of the car.Â
âWhat was that for?â he asks as he starts to drive again, âAre you okay?â
Bucky takes deep breaths to manage the head splitting pain, âThereâs something wrong.â
âI gathered that.â
âNo thereâs something wrong with Y/N. I thinkâŚ.I think Alix is at the estate.â
Just as Steve goes to speak, he sees Yelena usher a wounded Juliette into her car.Â
âYouâre right. Something is very wrong.â
Bucky nods as he grimaces and looks up to see the same thing. Steve is already calling Yelena and has confirmation of the worst.Â
âYelena said that Alix is at the estate but Y/N is safe because Ana Cristina and Luca are there,â he tells Bucky.Â
âThat means absolutely nothing to me because weâre not there. What I want to know is why the fuck Yelena knows that.â
âShe said it was a long story but that we need to get back as soon as we can.â
âBull fucking shit itâs a long story,â Bucky sneers and rips Steveâs phone from his hands, redialing Yelenaâs number, âWhat the fuck is going on and why do you have Juliette with you?â
âLet go of me,â Y/N howls at Loki and Thor as she uses any strength she has left to rip herself away from them, âLet fucking go of me!â âTake her out and sit her in front of me,â Ana Cristina tells the two men who do as she says.Â
The entire time they are lifting her, Y/N is kicking and fighting them until she manages to kick Thor in the chest. Having the wind knocked out of him, he drops her and Loki does the same in efforts to check on his brother. She makes a run for it and makes it to the stairs but Alix is quicker and looms above her, blocking any chance to get past her.Â
âSilly girl,â she mocks her once again as she grips her tight enough by the arm to leave bruises. Y/N tries her hand at fighting again and when Alix turns to chide her, she spits in her face. Alix freezes and slowly takes a deep breath. The hand leaves her arm and threads into her hair as Alix yanks her down the hall by it.
âI forgot how fucking stupid you are when youâre mad,â she mumbles as she drags Y/N back to the group.Â
âBe a good girl for once and stop fighting,â she snaps before throwing Y/N to the ground at Ana Cristinaâs feet. Thor and Loki stare at her in disgust while Peggy refuses to acknowledge her. Luca doesnât meet her stare and keeps his head bowed as Ana Cristina bends down to Y/Nâs level.Â
In her hand she has a bowl with a red paste in it and she dips her fingers in it to draw on Y/Nâs skin. Sheâs singing under her breath as she starts the process of tying their lives to each other but doesnât speak to the doppelgänger otherwise, treating her as though she is just the doppelgänger and not someone whoâs come to care for.Â
âPlease,â Y/N whispers to her as she shivers and tries to hide herself from everyone around her, âPlease donât do this.â
Ana Cristina makes eye contact for a moment but breaks it and continues to sing while adorning her with paste markings. Luca hands her various other things needed for the spell; herbs, jewelry, and other pastes. They are finally complete in their decorating when a metal headdress that is dripping with chains, jewels, and coins is placed on Y/Nâs head. Her naked body is covered in runes similar to those that Bucky wears and she smells of the earth thanks to the burned bundles of herbs.Â
Luca helps her to her feet albeit both reluctantly and he squeezes her hands. She glares at him and pulls her hands away, hoping that the cold shoulder will hurt him as his betrayal has hurt her. Ana Cristina steps in front of her, takes Y/Nâs hand, and begins to sing even louder with Luca joining in. A similar gust of wind to before causes the candle flames to flicker and the brothers join in on the singing. The candles got completely out and Y/N let out a loud gasp.Â
The candles burst back to life and the runes on her body are glowing a bright red as another voice uses her body to sing along. Alix shifts uncomfortably next to Peggy as the voice grows louder and louder until it stops.Â
The witches collapse onto the ground, leaving Y/N to stand on her own as the glowing runes start to dim. She opens her eyes which are a flaming red and fixes them on the two women before her. The voice from before speaks to them.
 âAlix Wright,â it says as Y/N walks towards them, stepping over the bodies around, âYour family is disappointed in you. All that you have done in the Wright name has been for your own gain. You have forsaken your sacred oath to serve and protect Lycan. Youâve chosen a human over your siblings and now those who you brought with you are dead. Their blood is on your hands, how do you plead?â
Alix looks wildly between Peggy and Y/N, fear fresh in her yellow eyes.Â
âYouâve sanctioned the murder of your siblings and now you must be held accountable, how do you plead?â the voice asks again.
âHow am I supposed to have been killed?â Alix asks, anger replacing her fear as she tries to square up to her.
Y/N rolls her flaming eyes and utters Alixâs death sentence, âYou are guilty. LuminÄ pe foc.â
Fire spills from Y/Nâs body and races across the ground towards Alix, licking up and consuming her whole. Peggys lets out a scream and jumps away from a burning Alix. She tries to run towards the stairs but Bucky, Steve, Yelena, and Juliette block her way. Bucky grabs her by the throat and throws her against the wall next to them.Â
âWhat the fuck did you do?â he growls at her as the others flock to those who are still laying on the floor.Â
âShe attempted to usurp your position and cover up her betrayal by taking the side of your enemy,â Y/N answers for her.Â
Bucky turns to look at her and meets her stare with shock. He recognizes the voice of Celeste but the woman standing there does not look like her nor Y/N. Covered in ritualistic runes and jewelry, she reminds him more of the witches that his father warned him of and the waves of childhood fright he instilled into him come crashing back.Â
âShe is guilty of treachery, murder, and infidelity. How do you plead, Margaret Carter Rogers?â
With Ana Cristina in his arms, Steve yells, âNot guilty! Sheâs not guilty.â
Peggy takes her chance and breaks Buckyâs arm before sprinting to her husbandâs side. Bucky lets out a howl of rage and pain as he resets his arm.Â
Steve looks to his wife and pleads with her to say sheâs not guilty but she just offers him a sad look and kisses his forehead.Â
âI plead guilty.â
Y/N smiles, âSo be it. BinecuvânteazÄ-Či trupul, Strogori.âÂ
As soon as the words leave her mouth, Y/N goes rigid and collapses on the ground while Peggy begins to choke. Bucky rushes to Y/N, cradling her burning up body in his arms and whispering words of reassurance to her. Steve, on the other hand, goes to do the same to his wife but hisses in pain when he touches her. Peggy wails and sobs in pain as her skin begins to sizzle and crosses appear in the places where her skin is unmarred. He looks to Y/N in horror and back to his wife.Â
âWhat did she do? Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!â he shouts and his despair awakes Ana Cristina.Â
She groans and shifts in Steveâs lap which draws his attention back to her. He begs her to help Peggy but she explains that she canât. There is no way to stop the blessing process once itâs started. His horror grows even more as Peggyâs cries grow quiet until there is nothing.Â
Thor and Loki slowly sit up as Ana Cristina drags Luca closer to her. Bucky is holding Y/N against himself while Yelena and Juliette stay huddled by the doorway. Peggyâs and Alixâs bodies lay motionless as Steve stares distantly at them.Â
All is still and peaceful in the room. The only sounds that can be heard are the shallow breaths of those awaking and Buckyâs whispers.
âI love you, Y/N. I have always loved you and I always will. Te iubesc, T/N. Te-am iubit mereu Či o voi face mereu. Mereu Či ĂŽntotdeauna.âÂ
Mereu Či ĂŽntotdeauna.
Always and forever.
Always and forever means endless nights and long days for people like Y/N and Bucky. Itâs a promise of love everywhere and in everything. As her breathing remains shallow and his whispers become a song, their new love does not fade but grows for itâs the only thing it can do. Itâs fitting isnât it?
His lost love coming back to him years later only for her to then suffer at his hands the same way she had before. The cycle will continue.
Always and foreverÂ
as it means inÂ
this lifeÂ
orÂ
the next.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#mob au#bucky barnes x reader#mob!bucky barnes imagine#mob!bucky#mob!bucky barnes x reader#mob!bucky barnes and reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#marvel imagine#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes reader insert#marvel#when night comes bucky barnes#mob bucky barnes#mob bucky x reader#vampire bucky barnes#vampire#vampire au#vampire!bucky x reader#winter soldier imagine#winter soldier x reader
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Star Crossed Myth - Review of Zyglavis, Hue and Scorpio
My current Star Crossed Myth career is at its peak - I wholly finished three routes (yes, that much, envious?) and now I need to unleash my brainrot. The finished routes: Zyglavis, Hue, Scorpio - in this order. 2:1 for Punishments but I suppose that is not surprise given that this game subverts the expectations of how gods should be and Punishments gods are mostly mewling kittens.
Zyglavis route as whole was, how to put it, felt like I dated a man who is older than me by 20 years. Comforting, reliable but also very lonesome and sometimes distant experience. His later parts of story were frustrating but this time the meme "my life is living hell and I have nobody but myself to blame" applies. The King shockingly is not the antagonist in this route, Zyglavis rigidity is. As much as I love strict meganes who are kind souls inside, I couldn't feel the real love and connection between him and his MC. Favorite scene in his route: The realization in his main story, where he finally acknowledged that he loves MC. The tenderness was palapable as he wiped her tears and whispered "you cry for others?" - it was very defining moment that rekindled his faith in humanity Favorite scene with Zyglavis overall: His infamous arrival in Hue's route where he breaks through window đ Route rating: 7,5/10
Hue... I kind of regret that I did his second. I should definitely do him last. So if you plan to play, don't do the same stupid mistake like I did. His route is full of lore and background about MC. The background especially will cause you LOTS of pain if you do his route early and then proceed to other gods. Relationship with Hue felt just right. Like two halves of one soul united and in a sense, it's true. Two halves of stars reunited đ I mean how much more of "their love is destiny" vibes can this get? Their banter was entertaining and witty, ocassionaly MC really flipped the tables back on Hue and it was amusing to see his reaction. Hue is definitely the brain in this relationship but his MC is not stupid either - rather, she is jealous and insecure. If you read my previous post where I ranted about this, you will understand what I mean. The ending of whole route was very unsatisfactory and the jelaousy plot of MC's was dominant arc, which annoyed the hell out of me. You know what would be absolutely perfect ending for Hue? If he got Scorpio's ending. Here, I said it. Favorite scene in his route: When MC travels back in time and is Clotho. Then she dies and we can see the aftermath - Hue, standing in the darkness of his room and MC clinging to his lifeless, breathing body. He just pulled out his eye for her, effectively crippling himself in the name of love even if the result was uncertain. The sheer rawness of the moment, the despair and mourning - it all deeply resonated with me. Favorite scene with Hue overall: The sequel (?) ending where Hue and MC talk their feelings and MC admits that she thought the source of Hue's uneasiness was his dissatisfaction with their lovemaking. Hue is literally speechless for a moment because it would never ever occur to him that THIS was one of MC's concerns. The aftermath to this scene is đśď¸đśď¸đśď¸
Rating: 9,5/10 - I blame overused jelaousy plot. Once, it was nice. Using it all the time was rather tiresome.
Scorpio, the local tsundere god from Wish- ahem, Heavens. He definitely is the most rude LI that I had the honor to date đ I don't really like tsundere types and at first, I really couldn't warm up to Scorpio. But his scene with train tickets won me over - man was extremely cute đ However, in terms of relationship, his and MC's reminds me of italian couple - they argue, loudly and violently, and then they probably hate-fuck or make up. Not the most healthy dynamic on the market but hey, it's otome, red flags are welcome. Needless to say, that Scorpio became green flag in disguise. His explosive vocabulary and prickliness won't go ever away but he softens significantly and opens up to MC. It was very heartwarming to see the progress fromt he begining, where he couldn't read MC's emotions at all to the end, where one look at her face was enough for him to deduce what she is thinking. The constant source of comedy in this route was Scorpio's mind reading ability and his open defiance to the King. Yes, the King. If I thought that the King was extremely tame in Hue's route, in Scorpio's the King is main antagonist and the biggest dick in universe. "Sparkly bastard. Sorry excuse for a king. That bitch." - Scorpio, circa 2015 This route had absolutely the best ending of all three - literally the ideal outcome that I wished would happen in Hue's. The real promise of Infinity together. I don't know what I expected but it really was not the most romantic rendition of Sleeping Beauty. Favorite scene in this route: Rabbit. Apples. The first time when they come up, the scene is SO darn cute. Then the apples become the staple of the route and source of comfort between MC and Scorpio. CUTE. Favorite scene with Scorpio overall: My knees went weak from that CG and moment where Scorpio and MC couldn't touch each other. They were in MC's apartment and Scorpio was about to leave. The longing, the love, the passion when they touched and kissed as the glass window separated them... *slaps seal of forbbiden longing* This is how it should be done. Rating: 10/10, no regrets. They said fuck the King and really did it.
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my beloved pink, i am always so grateful for you and i have the best news ever!! i entered the void last night. i used the revision meditation you linked in that one ask and after it, i just knew i was going to wake up in the void and i did.
honestly this next part is a bit personal for me and ik some people are going to get mad but you're the only person who I can tell because in my new reality, I never experienced it. so i am Indian and the rest of my family is very fair skinned and even when they tan, their darkest is like an olive skintone. but i am very dark-skinned, like extremely. so ive been called ugly and dark since birth by my family. I go to a Korean dominated school and they are just like Indians, they value lighter skin so I underwent a lot of bullying for my dark skin there too. I've been told many times that I'd be so pretty if I wasn't so dark and this korean guy that I had a crush on who liked me too would only talk to me in secluded places and when I asked him, he told me that he wouldn't date me because I was too dark and he would be embarrassed. You know, if black women feel insecure about their skin color, they can go look at their culture or black celebrities and feel inspired and empowered. But all the Indian actresses are so pale too, I think the only time I've ever felt represented in the media is Bridgerton but I'm darker than Kate and Edwina and all the bullying has given me severe body dysmorphia. I always wear long sleeves and try to cover my skin as much as possible. I hate seeing how dark I am and I feel so insecure. I barely leave my house and I have no self confidence so in the void, I manifested pale skin. and it's such a surreal experience. like to be honest it stills feels so unreal but I feel so pretty now and I'm so grateful. i hate that society did this to me but now i can walk with my head held up high and that's all I've ever wanted. I am really sad thinking about all the pain my skin color caused me and now i am ready to libe my life and love my body. thank you pink for everything, im going to be deleting tumblr now
hi love! first of all, this really upset me and im so sorry about what you went through. honestly, i hate how cultures are so obsessed with fair skin when every skin color is beautiful in its own right. i have more that i want to say against this but i don't want to come off as reprimanding you when your insecurity stems from the unfair treatment society inflicted upon you and if this makes you confident and allows you to be happy, then im just happy for you. also congrats on entering the void and ik, that revision meditation works wonders!! i hope you continue being happy from here on out đ
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lines so? fucking raw? i cant believe theyre from tdp
"lots of things are hard. like magic, but you figured that out didn't you?" "...yeah. somehow relationships seem harder."
"history demands nothing! i make history. it does not make me."
"we all want peace and we all want love, but violence tests us. in a twisted way it converts us to its cause. because pain and loss feel so terrible inside, you want to hate. you want to hurt someone else... people are still hurting, and they are still angry. we can't ignore that. or pretend it will go away. somehow we have to hold it all in our hearts at the same time. we have to acknowledge the weight of pain and loss, but open up our eyes and allow ourselves to hope and maybe forgive and love again."
"we gain nothing if we throw away the chance to learn and grow."
"back then, when i was just a little one, the other elves saw me as a doe. but i knew. i always knew, that i was a buck. i chose [this] name." đłď¸ââ§ď¸đłď¸ââ§ď¸đłď¸ââ§ď¸đłď¸ââ§ď¸đłď¸ââ§ď¸
"i'm a mess" "no, you're not. it's okay."
"you're too good to feel this bad about yourself."
"most people believe that reality is truth and appearances are deceiving. but those of us who know[,] understand we can only truly trust the appearance itself. you can never touch the so-called reality that lies just beyond the reach of your own perception."
"it seems i am a crown without and adult, and you're an adult without a crown."
"justice [is] more than fair decisions and fair consequences. true justice [is] a fair system. the blindfold gives us a way to test the system. that i should use it to imagine i had not been born yet, and that i did not know if i would be born rich or poor, what color my skin would be, what culture or practices my family would have. that a fair system should be fair no matter the accident of my birth. that the rights, and laws, and opportunities within the system should stand to protect and empower everyone."
"i've had his letter for a few days now, but i-i just can't bring myself to open it. i don't know. i know it sounds crazy, but it's like, right now, there are words he hasn't said to me, and they're all right in there. they're just waiting to come to life. but then once i read it... once i read the last word... then he'll really be gone. forever."
"i know i'm not your birth father, but in my eyes and in my heart, you are my son. i see myself in you. i'm proud of you. and i love you unconditionally."
"the great lie of history. advisers and scholars will tell you that history is a narrative of strength. they will recount stories of the rise and fall of nations and empires. they will be stories of armies, battles, and decisive victories. but this isn't true strength. it's merely power. i now believe true strength is found in vulnerability... in forgiveness, in love. there is a beautiful, upside-down truth, which is that these moments of purest strength appear as weakness to those who don't know better."
"i've tried to be selfless as a king, but, as a father, i have a selfish wish. and that is for you to be free. reject the chains of history. do not let the past define your future, as i did. free yourself from the past. learn from it, understand it, then let it go. create a brighter future from your own hearts and imagination."
"sweet words can be more dangerous than hidden daggers."
"i feel so overwhelmed with everything, i-i have so many thoughts, things racing through my head." "sometimes you just need to focus on the present, take a deep breath, and just be. sometimes, things can get so complicated that our minds can't quite sort them out alone. but when you slow down and let yourself breathe, your spirit and your body can catch up with your mind, and help out."
"to know something truly, and deeply, you must know it with your head, hand, and heart. mind, body, and spirit. i love you with all of myself, and i always will."
"i think i've heard about this... a philosophy of accepting you are already dead... so you will not fear death. what a beautiful challenge you've given me. i must come up with something you will fear... more than death."
"we're all a mess sometimes. me? i'm usually a mess."
"there is a cycle in the world. life and death. it is at the core of all things. the moon embodies this cycle. bit by bit it will fade away: then bit by bit it will brighten. death is frightening. birth can be as well. yet they are two things that connect us all. kings and commoners, rich and poor, elf and human--each one is equally vulnerable in the beginning and in the end. let that fact be humbling. let it bind us together. remember that as life inevitably leads to death, so also does life come from death. this is a cycle, not an ending. for those you have left behind, think on all they have given you. for those who will come after you, think on all you will give to them. know that you are always connected."
"white lies are illusions you build with your words to protect the hearts of those you love."
"they're gone. i'm never going to be okay with that, but i guess i have to face it."
"you're not doing this without me. i let you jump into [there] alone and i knew right away i made the biggest mistake of my life. i could have lost you. we do this together. don't try to change my mind." hindsight is a bitch
"i like being alive."
plsplspls rb with urs
#how does callum's stupid ass always manage to say exactly what i need to hear#tdp#the dragon prince#also harrow wtf were you on holy shit
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Ok guys so this is gonna be a long one but Im going to talk about
Male apathy during pregnancy and post partum
Post partum mental distress
How the medical system fails women
How men should do their part
So I just saw a post by a man talking about how men downplay the process of reproduction, and yeah, duh - BUT I've come to a conclusion. There are two types of expectant/new father in this world: the type that treats his wife like a toy or the type that treats his wife like a cute pet and claps for her from the sidelines. "Yeah babe ur so strong" while not doing shit. So in this post, the guy is like "errrrr fellow males, did you know that the nutrients actually come from your wife's body?!?!" Like how is that not common knowledge? The uterus doesn't have little claw arms building a fetus. An embryo is created by a male and female, and that embryo attaches to the uterus and LEECHES from the female bloodstream.
He then he goes on to talk about how much blood we can lose during vaginal birth and c-sections, and Imma just say here and now that the medical system sucks ass. Yeah, birth sucks. Pregnancy sucks. But I kinda hate how people pass of a lot of the pain as a fact of life. The fact is that the medical system is vastly male, and males who put their poorly hidden fetishes into practices (I did veterinary science in highschool, and it was even prevalent there... vaginal speculums and artificial insem- đ¤˘) I'm sure we've all heard humans should stand to deliver a child. The high death statistic for women in childbirth (also explained by more black women dying than white), the lack of knowledge on the female body, and the priority of babies over women all tells me one thing: Birth is certainly painful, but it may be more dangerous than it should be. My honest opinion is that death rates exploded once men infiltrated our care due to their view of us as a vessel. Maybe if the medical system focused on helping us rather than letting a fetus escape its "flesh box", then we'd be somewhere.
And finally... he talked about post partum mental health... so I've been wanting to talk about this. It has recently become noticeable to me that human females have a hard time mentally after the birth of children meanwhile most animal females don't. Sure, there are cases where animals abandon offspring, but I chalk that up to not being prepared to care for offspring. Nature usually prioritizes an adult over a newborn. Also the abandonment of offspring is something I only really hear about in domesticated animals (and animals in zoos so environmental distress or lack of knowledge), of whom we have fucked over in so many ways through selective breeding. Shit even domestic bettas and angelfish, who are usually good parents, have this issue in domestication. But why is it that other animals don't have nearly as many post partum issues as humans. I'll say it, I believe post partum mental distress is largely due to societal dynamics. Sure, hormones are off, but the society we live in only fuels this. It's like when you're on your period. You feel off but it's more a loss of tolerance. The rise in estrogen near and after birth can cause you to already be a bit unbalanced, but let's add some situations onto it. You're going to be the primary caretaker because of modern male incompetence, then you're going to lose sleep which causes more instability, then you're expected to still cook and clean, and men in most countries don't get paternity (ohhhh I wanna tell yall a story about that so baddddd... its in the comments if ur up for it) so youre left alone with a screaming child while trying to heal and getting no sleep and probably not seeing the sun because youre busy and thats a major mood stabilizer (as someone with a mood disorder) all for the father to come home and play with the infant and pass it right back to you. And we haven't even gotten into the culture surrounding it. Women are expected to put on a loving maternal persona while fathers remain the same. For men being a father is prideful and gives you all these positive characteristics like strength... but for mothers your mind is deemed more simplistic, your identity is erased. People see pregnancy and motherhood as a performance and you are the lead actress. Youre treated differently, percieved differently, and thats fueled by bioessentialism. New moms do not feel more "loving" towards an infant than new fathers. Both secrete oxytocin, it comes with the monogamous, biparental animal package dumbass. Why would I be more loving towards something that sucks my boob off and ripped me open. So while I'm not trying to discredit post partum depression, I'm absolutely saying that societal issues are the pushing force. Im also pretty sure post partum statistics fluctuate based on country, and that in countries with paternity and a more equal dynamic have lower cases. But I'm not mentally stable enough myself to look into it, I know "trust me bro" type shit.
In conclusion đ¤ I'm tired of people seeing female pain and not finding ways to help it. The female body is strong, but it also needs care. You wouldn't expect a person with a broken leg to win a marathon. That's the whole reason males stay with females is to. Do. Their. Part. Idc if I'm picky, but literally, any talk on kids or pregnancy leaves me so dissatisfied. Expect men to start acting like an expectant father and partner during pregnancy. Your job is to comfort, provide, learn how to ease pains, provide emotional labor, drive and GO TO appointments (I think if it was even really "about life" they would look into male health too but that's a convo for another day), pay for appointments, be ready to help in case an emergency, so much more. Cuz it's always "don't drink while pregnant!" But how come the baby daddy can be at the bar with his friends? What if I go into labor? He needs to stay sober too I'm not his broodmare! The way men act like it has nothing to do with them because "well uhhhh I not carry a baby đ¤ˇââď¸" makes me so mad. As a new father too, they think "well man don't feed baby đ¤¤" like there isn't so much more. Imo, the man should be doing housework, taking care of the infant besides breastfeeding, and caring for a post partum partner. Even with breastfeeding, you can be involved. Take the infant when it's done eating, sit with your partner, provide company, and bond with your family. I've come to the conclusion that men don't want partners they want a collection. Men cannot accept that they have a weaker role while still being involved. Either he's big strong man or it's weak and my business. And the men that cheer from the side see it as "well she does most of it so that obviously means it's all her business but I'll just tell her she's soooooo strong" not like... telling other men how to do their job. Men are pathetic. Want credit for zero effort.
#radical feminism#abortion#feminism#pro choice#womens rights#sorry this shit is so long im so tired of men cumming in a woman and acting like its none of his business
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if i live i gotta make life changes let me be honest with u guys ive not been drinking alcohol meant for humans consumption ive been drinking dilluted cleaning alcohol because i really do need substances to ease my pains in life but i cant drive no license and i ran out of the shared weed supply me and my mom use and im really too shy to confide in her like "yeah so basically i cwnt live without drugs" which IS stupid because she is a former addict herself she would understand and not be mad at me but tbh im a very private person irl i dont like to verbally talk to people about things at all because it causes me a lot of struggle and distress to and irl im not really a verbal person. im not NONVERBAL entirely but i genuinely do struggle with speaking as an act so yeah. its a lot of shit. anyway cuz of all that i resorted to drinking dilluted fucking chemicals sbout it. fuckigng stupid i promise you guys if i survive this i wont do it again or if i do out of desperation it wil be because i tried rlly elly hard not to but needed an escape. idk if u guys entirely understand these sorts of circumstances i feel like the wider tumblr userbase isnt intimate with this kind of thing but i also know you guys generally want to be good ppl and i understand your lack of familiarity with this topic doesnt mean u hate me. nd we all have been taught awful things about drug use and addicts. pls kno that when shit like this happens it's not cuz we r selfish or stupid or anything like that its because we are fuckin desperate and whatever it is in our life be it mental illness physical illness etc, is hurting us to make us resort to this shit. yes it was a stupid act i i feel bad as fuck right now for what ive done to myself and my body and i worry also that if i survive it , that it migut fuck up my future, cuz the liver damage may jeapordize my ability to transition. and idk maybe this is sxary for you guys too maybe you feel uncomfortable hearing about it at all but honestly i dotn have anyone else you guys mean a lot to me and im including you guys because i care about you and i feel you care about me.
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