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mochamadeleines · 2 months ago

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Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that.

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!”

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend?

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss.

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out. He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-”

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid.

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady.

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.”

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy.

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church.

Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him.

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying.

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him.

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?”

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it.

Clink!

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?”

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial.

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.”

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.”

Javi thinks for a moment, curious.

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.”

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.”

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there.

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again.

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,”

“Hiii.”

“Can I take you home?”

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is.

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door.

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?”

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least.

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.”

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command.

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit.

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand.

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there.

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot.

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette.

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly.

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy.

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you.

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you.

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool.

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege.

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

#javier peña #narcos #pedro pascal #mocha writes #javier pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #smut #javier x reader #javier pena x you #oneshot #tired of over analyzing this so im just posting SIGHHSHSSS

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ethansluvbot · 2 years ago

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riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

#ethan landry #jack champion #scream 6 #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #scream 6 imagines #avatar #scream imagine

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soapyghostie · 5 months ago

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teen charles lee ray x reader headcannons please <3

Decided to get another request out (that I could think of ideas for) since I have nothing to do. Yeah, I got extremely sick for the first time in forever. I’ll try to write another one later, but for now enjoy.

Charles ‘Chucky’ Lee Ray

• Charles’s fiercely protective of you. He’ll sit and wait for you to finish any after school extracurricular activities you have to walk you home. He just can’t risk something bad happening to you especially when it starts to get dark. He’d lose his goddamn mind if something happened to you because you're all he’s got.

• Despite his reputation for being the troublemaker who ‘forgets’ to do his homework and refuses to go to class, he’s surprisingly loving and affectionate towards you. He always remembers important dates like your birthday and anniversaries, and he’s not afraid to shower you with gifts that are quite questionable.

• You two bond over a shared love of horror movies, spending weekends binge-watching classics while Charles playfully critiques the kills and unrealistic aspects of the film. He’ll even comment from time to time about how he can plan and kill much more efficiently than the slashers represented on the TV. However, he always claims it’s a joke, but is it?

• Once he’s gained your trust (which takes a long time since he’s very reserved), he’s very vulnerable with you. He’ll open up about his troubled childhood and all his insecurities.

• He’s fiercely loyal to you and defends you from anyone who dares to speak ill of you. They’ll probably end up being on the news the next day with blurred out pictures of them due to the serious disembodiment of their body.

• He loves teasing you and making jokes. That's his way of flirting. When you first get to know each other, it may come across as him making fun of you, but that’s not the case. However, overtime, you get used to it and even throw out a little teasing and a few jokes of your own. You’ll have his heart racing and, for once, leave him speechless. He’s just so in love with you.

• Charles loves adventure. He loves to take the kids from his orphanage to go play out in the woods. However, if you want to join him on an adventure yourself, he’d be delighted. Y’all would go out and explore abandoned places, walk around the woods, or do anything that’s fun in the sun.

• He’s also surprisingly domestic. If you’re into baking or cooking, he’ll come help you. For warning, he may end up burning something and requiring you to start from scratch. Additionally, he also likes to curl up on the couch with you and read a good book.

• Despite his nasty reputation, you bring out a gentler, more empathetic side of him, reminding him of the humanity he sometimes struggles to reconnect with, grounding him in a way no one else can.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd killer #sophi ghostie writes #chucky x reader #charles lee ray x reader #chucky #chucky series #childs play #charles lee ray

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sinkovia · 10 months ago

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Yes, Lieutenant: VI

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Violence.

Yes, Lieutenant Masterlist

Two weeks had passed since Simon made a promise to you that he would stop smoking, and true to his word, he kept his promise. Now, he sat next to you, aggressively chewing gum as you both watched Kitchen Nightmares together. The tranquility of your afternoon was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was Captain Price calling. An incoming call from him usually meant there was a new mission.

Answering the phone, you put it to your ear. "Hello, Captain."

"Afternoon, Y/n," Price's voice crackled through the line. "I need you and Simon at the base for a debriefing at four. We've got a search and rescue."

“We’ll be there.”

Simon wrapped his arm around you, "What does he want?"

"We're needed at the base for a debriefing in a few hours." He sighed and leaned back, clearly disappointed. "Wanted to finish this episode,"

You laughed and climbed into his lap, straddling him. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his. You reached out to cup Simon's face, but as your cold hands made contact with his warm skin, he flinched involuntarily.

“Bloody hell love, your hands are freezing” You laughed and quickly withdrew your hands.

"I'm sorry" you apologized softly, Simon gently took your hands and slipped them into the pockets of his hoodie.

"It's alright, love, 'm just trying to keep you warm." he reassured you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting tenderness.

You smiled and kissed him again. “We’ll be back tomorrow, we can order some pizza and binge the show,”

Simon rubbed your lower back and smiled. “That sounds bloody nice.”

Your stomach had been bothering you all day, a nagging discomfort that refused to go away. Despite the persistent ache, you kept it to yourself, not wanting to worry Simon since you had a mission in a few hours.

As you attempted to eat the lunch you had prepared, the nausea intensified, and you ended up rushing to the bathroom, barely making it in time before you vomited.

Concern etched your features as you washed your face and glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Was this just a passing illness, or a sign of something more serious? You couldn't afford to dwell on it for long; there was a mission ahead, and you needed to be at your best.

Simon threw you your cargo pants as you both got dressed for the mission ahead. "Wonder if the mission is going to be far," he mused aloud, a hint of curiosity in his voice. You sat down at the foot of the bed, slipping on one of your boots as you considered his question.

"Hope not, hate long flights," you replied, echoing his sentiment. Simon rolled his neck and laid back on the bed after finishing getting dressed. Once you had laced up your shoes, you joined him, laying down next to him and resting your head on his chest.

"Getting tired of work?" you asked softly, your hand gently rubbing his stomach in a soothing motion. Simon took a deep breath, contemplating your question. He cherished the moments spent with you, the comfort of being together at home, away from the rigors of their missions.

"Yeah, a bit," he admitted, his arms wrapping around your waist as he brought you close, finding solace in your presence. "I love staying in with you, being next to you all the time, knowing you're safe."

You sat up, leaning on your elbow and cupping his cheek with your hand. "Why don’t we retire then?" you suggested, your eyes meeting his as you expressed your willingness to leave their dangerous profession behind for a simpler life together. Simon's brows furrowed in surprise at first, then softened as he processed your words.

"You would retire, love?" he asked, his gaze searching yours for sincerity. You nodded, your smile widening.

"Don’t get me wrong, I love our job, but I love you more," you reassured him. His smile mirrored yours as he leaned in to kiss you, his arms tightening around you in a warm embrace.

"After this mission, we can binge-watch Kitchen Nightmares with no interruptions," you promised, a playful glint in your eyes. Simon laughed against your lips before flipping you over, showering your neck with affectionate kisses, cherishing the precious moments with you before the impending mission.

As you felt the queasiness rise, you turned to Simon in the driver's seat, your hand gripping the door handle tightly. "Simon, can you pull over at the next gas station, please?"

Concern etched his features as he glanced at you. “Are you feeling sick love? There's a plastic bag in the glove compartment.” You quickly grabbed it just in case you didn't make it to the restroom in time. As Simon quickly pulled into the parking lot you quickly grabbed your purse and opened the door.

As you hurried out of the car and into the gas station, Simon's worried voice trailed after you, "Do you want me to go with you, sweetheart? Are you sure you’re okay?" You nodded, not trusting your voice as you rushed inside.

In the dimly lit restroom, you collapsed onto your knees in front of the toilet, your stomach lurching. The sensation of nausea overwhelmed you, and you retched, emptying the contents of your stomach. You wiped your mouth with a piece of toilet paper and flushed the toilet.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you washed your mouth out with water before stepping out of the stall. Passing by the candy aisle, you grabbed a pack of gum, but your attention was diverted when you spotted a display of pregnancy tests nearby.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, a rush of anxiety flooding your senses. Panic surged through you. Could it be possible? Your mind raced with questions, and despite the uncertainty, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Should you take one just in case?

Your hand reached out almost on autopilot, grabbing a test along with the gum before heading to the register to pay. The cashier gave you a polite nod as you quickly grabbed your bag and rushed back to the restroom.

With trembling hands, you tore open the box and followed the instructions carefully. Placing the test on the sink, you waited anxiously for the results. A minute felt like an eternity as you stared at the test, your heart pounding in your chest.

Finally, summoning the courage, you reached out and picked up the test. Your heart sank as you saw the two red lines, confirming your worst fears.

You were pregnant.

You heard a knock on the door, causing you to jolt. "Sweetheart, are you okay in there?" Simon's voice carried concern, prompting you to act quickly.

"Yeah, give me a second, I'm coming out," you replied, your heart racing as you hurriedly turned on the sink to wash the pregnancy test and conceal it in your pocket.

As you opened the door, Simon's worried expression greeted you. He reached out to feel your forehead, checking for signs of fever. "Are you okay, love? You're pale."

"I'm okay, Si," you assured him, trying to sound convincing despite the turmoil inside. "I mean, I threw up, but other than that, I'm okay. I feel better now."

His brows furrowed with concern at the mention of your vomiting. "Was it something you ate? Are you sure you're okay, love? Price will understand if you need to sit this one out—"

"Maybe it was the takeout from last night? I'm not really sure, but trust me, Si, I feel a lot better now," you interjected, trying to ease his worries. To further reassure him, you let Simon buy you some Pepto-Bismol tablets, even though you hated the taste.

Throughout the drive to the base, the pregnancy test in your pocket seemed to weigh heavier with each passing mile. Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts as you debated whether to reveal the news to Simon now or wait for a better moment.

As Simon focused on the road ahead, you couldn't shake the uncertainty gnawing at you. Would he be overjoyed or overwhelmed?

Should you wait until after the mission, giving a more relaxed environment for something so significant? Maybe you could plan something cute and creative to surprise him with the news at home, making it a special moment for both of you.

With each option playing out in your mind, you found yourself leaning toward waiting until after the mission. It felt like the right choice, allowing you both to focus on the task at hand and ensuring a more intimate and meaningful moment to share the news together.

As the base drew closer, you made up your mind to hold off on telling Simon, but the anticipation of the news only added to the weight of the test in your pocket.

You smiled in the passenger seat, a sense of joy and contentment washing over you. Not only were you both going to retire, but you were also going to have a baby.

"What’s got you smiling, love?" Simon glanced over at you, curiosity evident in his voice.

"I don’t know, I’m just happy. I’m glad we are retiring. We can finally be at peace, you know?"

"No more guns, no more blood, no more danger," Simon chimed in, a grin spreading across his face, "just Gordon Ramsey yelling at people with shite restaurants."

You laughed and Simon rested his hand on your thigh as he continued to drive, a silent reassurance of his presence.

When you entered the base, you both headed straight to the debrief room where Gaz, Soap, and Price were waiting.

“You bloody lot are late,” Gaz remarked, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

“We’re on time,” Simon retorted, a hint of defiance in his tone.

“On time is late, L.t.,” Soap added with a click of his tongue and a smug smile.

"I’m sorry, Captain. It was my fault," you interjected, taking responsibility, "we had to stop on the way. I wasn’t feeling very good.”

“Are you a hundred percent?” Price placed his hand on your shoulder, tapping it gently, concern etched on his features.

“Tip top shape,” you assured him with a nod.

With that, Price began discussing the details of the mission. It was a simple search and rescue operation for a government official's kidnapped daughter. The intel was clear, and it was now a matter of executing the mission swiftly and efficiently.

"The people that took her are gang-affiliated, no cartel, no missionaries," Price explained, "should be a clean in and out."

With the briefing concluded, you all geared up and made your way to the helo, ready to embark on the mission ahead.

As the mission took a terrible turn, gunfire erupted all around you. Bullets zipped through the air, and the chaos was overwhelming. You found yourself crouched behind the crumbling remnants of a building, your heart pounding like a jackhammer in your chest.

The search and rescue had been nothing but a ruse to lure you into an ambush. Now, you were caught right in the middle of it. Your team was a couple of buildings over, leaving you feeling isolated and vulnerable.

Simon's voice crackled over the comms, filled with fear and concern. “Sweetheart, where are you?! Are you safe?” His words sent a jolt of reassurance through you, even amidst the chaos.

“I’m safe, Si,” you replied, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “Do you see the smoke west of our entry point?”

Simon scanned the area, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for any sign of the smoke you mentioned. “I see it. I’m coming to you, love. Don’t you dare move from there.”

His words provided a tether to reality, and you obeyed his instruction, hunkering down behind your limited cover and keeping a vigilant eye out for any approaching threats.

Your heart raced as you waited for Simon to come to your rescue, every passing second feeling like an eternity.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clung to his words, finding solace in the fact that he was racing to reach you. When you heard his voice over comms, relief flooded through you. "Look north, do you see me behind the building?"

You turned in the direction he indicated and saw Simon crouched behind the building, "I see you," you replied, your voice quivering with emotion.

"Do you think you can get to me? I only have one smoke, it will give you cover on your left side," Simon's voice was urgent, filled with concern for your safety.

You glanced towards your left, where bullets were whizzing by, then back at Simon. “Yeah, I can make it to you,” you said, your voice determined despite the chaos around you.

“I need you to run as fast as you can, sweetheart,” Simon's voice trembled with worry and dread.

“Throw it, Si,” you urged, your adrenaline pumping as you braced yourself to sprint.

Simon pulled the pin and threw the smoke grenade. The white smoke expanded, providing you with cover as you bolted towards him as fast as your legs could carry you.

The world seemed to blur into chaos as you ran, the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions ringing in your ears.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion to your right, and you turned to witness the fiery demise of an enemy helicopter, torn apart by relentless gunfire.

The helo was crashing dangerously close to your position, the fiery debris raining down around you. The sight sent a jolt of adrenaline through you as you continued your mad dash towards Simon.

In the chaos, a piece of shrapnel tore through the air, piercing your stomach with searing pain. Shockwaves rippled through your body as you stumbled back, trembling fingers reaching to touch the deadly intruder protruding from your abdomen.

Blood began to ooze around the embedded metal, staining your gear. Simon's voice sounded distant, an echo in your ears as you attempted to stagger towards him, still determined to reach him. His figure seemed frozen in place, his expression laced in shock and pure agony as he watched the scene unfold before him.

He began to run, desperation etched across his face as he saw you falter, your legs giving out beneath you, and you crumpled to the ground.

In a blur of motion, Simon was by your side, his hands trembling as he assessed the gravity of your injury. With a sense of urgency, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest, and sprinted back toward the relative safety of cover.

Through the haze of agony and shock, you clung to the warmth of his embrace, finding solace in the familiar strength of his arms. You knew you were in the hands of the one person who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

As Simon navigated through the chaotic scene, his mind raced with thoughts of the past. He couldn't help but recall the similar situation two years ago when he had carried you in his arms to the med Evac. But this time, the situation was even grimmer.

You were cradled in his arms, your body limp and fragile. Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth as you struggled to breathe, each breath a laborious effort.

The piece of shrapnel embedded in your stomach caused excruciating pain with each step he took, but Simon pushed forward with determination, his heart racing with fear and anguish. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not after everything you both had been through together.

With every labored breath you took, Simon's resolve strengthened. He would get you to safety, and he would do whatever it took to save your life.

When he finally managed to reach the helo, he carefully set you down on the stretcher. The helo's engine roared to life, lifting into the air, carrying you away from the battlefield.

In that critical moment, as you lay on the stretcher, your strength waning, you fought to speak with him. Blood dribbled from your mouth as you struggled to speak his name.

"Simon," you managed to croak, the effort causing more blood to spill from your lips.

His face contorted with anguish as he held your hand, his voice desperate. "No, Y/n. You're going to be okay. You're not going to die. That's a fucking order, Y/n."

With a soft and weakened smile, you replied with the last of your strength, your voice barely above a whisper,

"Yes, Lieutenant."

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the-bofurin-digest · 6 months ago

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Haruka Sakura Casual Headcanons

Casual headcanons

~ Irrational fear of dolls, clowns, and birds (seagulls) ~ believed a sock of dry rice heated up in the microwave for two minutes can heal any injury and cure any illness ~ Lowkey an ice cream lover. Like a basic vanilla/chocolate swirl soft serve, goes toward berry flavors when it's hand dipped ice cream, would KILL to have a banana split every day of his life ~ likes ice when it's the “fancy” ice (not cubed, chipped ice) in his drinks. Easier to chomp on when he's anxious too ~ listens to a Japanese 80s city pop playlist as he's getting ready in the morning. ~ strict on oral hygiene. Can't go to sleep until he's thoroughly flossed, brushed, and rinsed. ~ makes his hair messy on purpose. Thinks it makes him look intimidating or cool. ~ Loves autumn rainy days. Likes the smell of the damp leaves and how quiet and still everything is, especially in the early morning. ~ black and white sci fi movies are some of his favorite things to watch. He thinks the alien costumes are funny. ~ I feel like he would secretly be interested in something like snowboarding. Something he is willing to try if ever given the chance.

Dating Headcanons

~ The two of you would meet in the most CHEESY way possible. Picture this: It's a rainy evening and Sakura just missed the bus, and the next one doesn't run for the next hour. So there he is, sitting alone and grumpy in the rain, when all of a sudden he hears a small voice speak up behind him as he finds himself suddenly sharing an umbrella with you. ~ Naturally, he becomes flustered and yells about sneaking up on a stranger like that, but instead of being scared or taken aback, he becomes confused when you laugh and tell him "oh, you would rather be soaked to the bone then? Okay!" He will grumble about not meaning that, shove his hands in his pockets, and try and decide to either stand there awkwardly in silence for the next hour or suffer and make small talk ~Best hour of his life. ~ Love Language when receiving love: Acts of service. When you do something for him, like match his socks on laundry day or pack him a lunch, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even though he communicates that in a bit of a brash way, he really appreciates all the things you do for him like that ~ Love Language when giving love: Quality time. When he goes out of his way to spend time with you or see you, that's when you know things are real with him. Also, acts of service. He wants to return the favors you do for him, even if it's something he is reluctant to do. ~ Not really big into actual dates or planning them. His favorite way to spend time with you is by doing small, domestic things. Weekly laundry and binge watching some stupid show together while you fold and talk (talk as in you tease him the whole time and he snaps at you while flustered to no end.) ~ As much of a walnut as he can be I feel like with a partner once he becomes truly comfortable and opens up, I think Sakura would make a wonderful and dedicated boyfriend. He may be harsh around the edges but he is constantly showing you his love and loyalty and once that confidence is there for him the two of you can have something truly special.

#haruka sakura #haruka Sakura x reader #wind breaker (satoru nii)#haruka sakura headcanons #wind breaker satoru nii #wind breaker headcanons

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madphantom · 2 months ago

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Day one of shooting my vampire movie is through so here's a brief summary + a few anecdotes:

We shot most of it in a film studio on top of a hill. The original plan was that my beloved and I would be driven there by the sound technician and the others would take the bus and then be led to the studio from the bus stop by our production manager, however the lighting supervisor was at the studio early and the production manager got so invested in setting up the lighting with her that he straight up forgot about the actors. Luckily, among the others there were a handful who knew where the studio was and successfully led the rest there

The camera operator did NOT know where the studio was and spent fifteen minutes looking for it during which I almost had a nervous breakdown because I thought he'd forgotten about the shoot.

One of my friends, who is a biology student, hung out on set, and when I asked her what the realistic amount of blood for a cut on your hands would be she pulled up an actual photo of her bloodied hands after cutting herself.

My beloved, the lead actor, told our lighting supervisor that she looked like a mushroom because she'd tucked her hoodie into her leggings. She proceeded to ask my biology friend whether her outfit was really that bad and got really insecure before my beloved rushed to explain that it was a joke and he's just a bit of a cunt and also not used to people taking his opinion seriously

One of the extras was a girl who had given us tarot readings at a Halloween party two days earlier and she prophesied to my beloved that he would live to see the communist revolution. As a communist he was happy to hear that.

We shot two dialogue scenes in the studio bathroom and I think by the end of it everyone was a little insane. The bathroom was lit up purple and there was a stroboscopic party light in the corner of the room which drove specifically my beloved completely crazy. After a while he started putting his foot over it between takes.

My beloved stubbornly claimed that he's awful at memorizing dialogue but this was legitimately the fastest we've ever recorded any dialogue. The maximum we needed was four takes, for the entire scene in one piece. In the first movie by the Film Factory I've ever been in I once had to record a single line of dialogue 26 times.

This is the first Film Factory production since I joined the team which features legitimate onscreen kissing and heavily implies offscreen sex. One production before I joined had a sex scene, but the actress in it demanded to have it cut afterwards, and ever since the team has just kind of been careful, and besides we're all too awkward to start kissing the homies. We've had offscreen making out in one film, but that wasn't full on kissing.

We shot a scene in which the main character breaks a bottle, and my beloved brought along two identical bottles for it, one intact, the other in shards. Because they've been dusting away in his kitchen for ages he cleaned the mouthpiece of one so he could pretend to drink from it, then promptly smashed the wrong one and had to drink from the one he left dirty. He wasn't too pleased.

As soon as the shoot was over I started feeling ill, and on the train ride home my beloved also started feeling ill, so we immediately took an eleven hour fever nap when we got home and spent the entire next day taking ibuprofen together and binging season four of Peaky Blinders.

The next day of shooting is coming up on Saturday so stay tuned!

#personal post #boyfriend shenanigans #before all the bad things

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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hello there i wanted to request #4 with ACOTAR Azriel? love u !!!

A/N - How cute for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Join Me?

Summary - Tending to the sickly Shadowsinger was no easy taste, unless it was his mate.

Warnings - Just some fluff!

“Thank you again for the dinner, Elaine. Sorry we missed your dinner party—“

“It’s okay! I know how busy you two are, no wonder Az got sick from working too much! Just make sure Azriel gets something to eat, okay?”

“Will do!”

You waved goodbye as Elaine walked out of the townhouse, her mate Lucien waiting for her by the front gate with a tip of his hat to you. You waved, watching Elaine link with her mate’s arm as they walked down the cobbled street. Sighing, you closed the front door of the townhouse and looked down the hallway, into the spare bedroom that was on the first floor.

Azriel of course was sick, but he wasn’t going to say he was. Being the stubborn Shadowsinger that he was, he worked day and night for the past two weeks with missions that he completed. But because of that, there was no time for him to unwind and calm down, to get the proper rest that he knew he needed. Sure enough, a day prior, he came down with a nasty stomach bug and was bed ridden, not to mention the stress he was having made the sickness much worse.

Madja came over to check on him as soon as you sent for her, seeing him on the bed and look pale as a sheet she huffed at him. After a few minutes of examining him, she spoke to you right outside the spare bedroom he was confided him.

“No work for him for the next week! I’ll tell High Lord Rhysand if I must! He may be a Spymaster, but he’s no God.”

Unfortunately, that meant you had to cancel the dinner party you were invited to by Elaine and Lucien. You and Azriel were looking forward to it for weeks, knowing Elaine was an excellent cook and loved to host parties at her new little home. You are glad that Elaine was understanding, binging over two plates for you and Azriel, along with a batch of homemade soup that would help with Azriel’s illness.

Walking down the hallway, you already sensed Azriel’s stubbornness. You’ve dealt with his stubbornness before, plenty of fights of being going into danger or taking missions that were a risk to his life. There was never one time you would tell him he was pushing it too far or going beyond his limit, yet Azriel took those times to heart. He was cruel or cold about it, yet he knew what he could handle.

So this time was new to him: being bedridden on Madja’s orders.

You tapped the door, poking your head in and seeing Azriel perched up in one of the lounge chairs next to the bed. He looked a bit better, the color was slowly coming back to his face and under his eyes. The sheets were already changed thanks to the magic of the Townhouse, looking tidy and neat as if no one was laying there. But he was perched on the lounge chair next to the bed, two papers in hand and his eyes were scanning the writing. Seeing him shirtless and in his gray sweatpants would have been lead to another kind of night for you two if he wasn’t sick, but that would have to be another time. You sighed, closed the door behind you and placing the tray of food on the dresser.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” You reminded your mate as he sighed and rubbed his temples briefly.

“Madja told me to rest and put my legs up, not to be in bed,” He explained, though he saw you give him a hesitant look as he placed his papers down. Holding out his hand, he gave you a soft smile, “Join me?”

“And have you get me sick? Doubtful,” You replied, though seeing him sprawled out on the lounge chair was already temping since he was in his sweatpants. He cocked his head at you, the smile he knew would tempt you was evident on his face as you finally rolled your eyes. Walking over and taking his hand, he pulled you into his lap. Tucking your feet under your, you eyed with with carefulness as your eyes scanned his face.

“You look better, my love,” You voiced to him, reaching up to trace his face with your fingers, “Although maybe this be a lesson to you to not overwork yourself,”

“Lesson learned,” he replied, kissing the palm of your hand when he was next to his lips, “I feel as though I am no match for sickness and being bedridden like this.”

“Poor batboy, not knowing when you quit,” You teased, seeing him stick his tongue out at you while you giggled at him, “Be thankful that Madja is not the one to be tending to you here at home, or should I call her instead?”

“You wouldn’t dare do that to your mate!” Azriel said in a mocked challenged tone, you just smiling as he grinned widely, “I’ll be good, my love. And yes, I shall ease up on my workload,”

“You better, I wish for my mate to be in good health always, for I don’t think I could ever be in this world without you,” you reminded him, making it sound light. Yet Azriel read between the lines, even when you were trying to hide it.

You knew the dangers that came with being with Azriel, the lingering thoughts that he may not come back to you if something went wrong on a mission or doing one of his spying duties. You tried not to think about it a lot, but with a few close calls in the past and you thinking of the worst, you could only hope that you never had to be in this world without Azriel. He brought so much love and peace for you, and you knew you brought the same for him.

You two would be lost without each other.

Azriel cradled your face in his hands, you feeling the scars along your jawline and his palms against your neck as he stared at you intensely.

“I’ll never leave you alone in this world, I swear to you,” he promised, then kissing your nose and cheeks with ease as you felt that promise deep in your core. You then moved out of his hold and got the tray of food, walking back to sit in his lap again and see his eyes go rather large from the view of the food right under his nose.

“You better be thankful that you have a loving mate that will be able to feed you,” You teased, taking the spoon in hand and scooping up a bit mouthful of the hearty soup. Azriel, grinning like he won some kind of prize, leaned over to take the bite and swallow it down. Watching him melt a bit from the taste and the sensation in his throat made you laugh.

Caring for the deadly Shadowsinger may have ben terrifying to others, but it was another day as his mate for you.

The End.

June Spring Prompts

#azriel x oc #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #acomaf fanfiction #acotar fluff #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger x reader #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #fanfiction #writing

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iamvegorott · 2 months ago

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Ink Month 2024 Day 23

Update - Bingle

Thank you @bookwormscififan for providing the amazing drawing for this angst!

Google was never one to enjoy when he didn’t know something. When a fact of life was simply that and nothing more. There was an answer, but nothing beyond that. Explanations were the key to his understanding, yet some things just didn't have that.

One of the facts of life was that he and Bing updated. Their bodies and minds needed to adapt to the ever-changing realities of humanity and technology. That Google understood. That made sense to Google. Their bodies were the amalgamation of those two realities, so it made sense they would need to match.

But what he didn’t understand was why they updated in different ways.

Google updated often. Usually, they occurred overnight while he rested and charged. By the time he woke, everything was set in place.

Bing, on the other hand, updated less often and took much longer for it to complete. He also constantly forgot to track when his updates would be, causing Google to walk into their shared workspace and question whether they were capable of having heart attacks or not.

“Next time, I’m leaving you in there,” Google grunted as he laid Bing on his bed. “Maybe I’ll dump you in the corner. A sore back might be a good reminder to start taking better care of this.” He muttered his words as he yanked off Bing’s shoes and threw them across the room. “You’re lucky that I don’t want to hear your complaining.” Google removed Bing’s sunglasses and paused.

Those who didn’t know how the androids worked would assume Bing was sleeping. With his peaceful and soft face, he looked like he was simply taking a nap, needing some extra rest after a long day of work. A face that caused a warm, almost flutter-like feeling in Google’s chest.

Emotions were also on Google’s list of things he didn’t fully understand.

He knew the science behind how emotions sparked inside the brain, but his brain was quite literally wired differently. Emotions didn’t work the same way for them…right? What little Google did know wasn’t enough to answer all of his questions, and there wasn’t anyone he was comfortable enough with to ask those questions to.

Google didn’t know why he felt like this when he was with Bing. Why his thoughts sometimes didn’t want to work fully, or why he smiled more with him around, or why he’d find himself staring at Bing’s hand and wondering how it would feel on his own. He didn’t understand, and he hated that he didn’t know why he was being like this.

After setting the glasses on the bedside table, Google sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on Bing’s face. He reached over and brushed Bing’s bangs to the side, quickly pulling his hand back when that brought the warmth to his chest again.

Was he becoming ill? Could they get sick? Google was more than sure that wasn’t possible, but what else would explain this feeling? The warmth, the fluttering, the strange desire-like craving to have more of that touch.

What was wrong with him?

“Bing?” Google spoke the name softly, not knowing why he did or what he expected. He just wanted to say it.

He’d seen the others with their partners, laughing, touching, kissing.

Love.

That was the emotion he’d heard them use.

Love, affection, adoration, care.

So many of those emotions that Google thought weren’t possible for himself. That’s not how androids were supposed to be…

But he knew he could feel anger. He could feel anger and annoyance and sorrow and joy and…and everything else…

Was he broken? Were his updates not working? Happening too fast and often that they were overworking his system and causing errors within his very being?

Or was he in love?

Was he just a love-struck fool who would never know what it felt like to have that feeling returned?

Google should get up. He should leave the room and return to work. Forget about all of these confusing thoughts and go back to how things have been and should remain. The last thing everyone needed was him malfunctioning to see his contradictory troubles and have him set aside and examined for even more flaws.

But he just wanted to lay down.

He didn’t want to feel alone anymore.

The only living being in the place that could somewhat understand him was Bing.

Without him, he had nothing.

Maybe it wasn’t love.

Maybe he really was defective and found himself clinging to someone who would never have those emotions because he was properly working how he should.

Google just wanted to lie down.

He just wanted to be held.

The few hugs he had ever experienced left him in a happier space. How he wished to go back and try to make those moments last longer, to feel more of those embraces, to allow himself more of the delusion that he could possibly be loved.

He was just so tired.

Bing would be out for the next forty-eight hours. Google would practically be alone the whole time since the others didn’t visit too often, only seeking him when he was needed. They weren’t being unkind. They had their own lives to attend to.

Google tried to hug himself, thinking maybe that would get these thoughts to go away but it only made that feeling worse. It wasn’t the same. His own arms didn’t spark that part of his brain that allowed comfort.

He swallowed and looked at Bing again. Seeing how he hadn’t moved an inch and his arms were wide open. As if asking for a hug.

He shouldn’t.

But it sounded so good.

Google kicked his shoes off, getting up only long enough to ensure that the door to the room was locked. He returned to the bed and crawled on it, going over Bing’s body, and now knelt beside him.

Google gently prodded at Bing’s side with his hand, watching, waiting, checking that he was actually unconscious, and when there was no reaction, he knew he was in the clear.

“Just for a moment,” Google spoke to Bing regardless, slowly lowering himself and placing the side of his head on Bing’s chest. He was so stiff, fearful, and worried either Bing would wake and see him or someone would walk in.

But nothing happened.

Google waited several more moments before allowing his body to slowly relax more. To fully lay down and use Bing as a pillow for his head.

This was strange, wasn’t it?

To be this desperate?

Yet Google didn’t care as he finally got that comfort he had been seeking. He wanted-no-needed more. He just wanted to rest, to stop overthinking and stressing over everything they were all involved in.

Bing would understand…he would, right?

Bing ran to others for hugs all the time.

He’d understand.

Google reached behind him and picked up Bing’s arm, guiding it to rest across his waist in a loose hold.

It was almost believable. That Bing cared for him and would embrace him in his sleep. Maybe even say those words. To confirm that he had those feelings. That care, that adoration…

That love.

But those were just dreams Google kept having played on repeat like a constant reminder of what he couldn’t have.

Right now, he could have this.

Right now, he could curl up a little, close his eyes, and believe the comfort was being given to him and wasn’t a game of pretend.

Google just wanted some sleep.

He didn’t want to be alone anymore.

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#ink month #ink month 2024 #veggie writes #bingle

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theredpharaoah · 1 month ago

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I think the point in the film where Lizzy splits Elisabeth and Sue into two different people is Sue’s second day(full day. I’m not counting the day she was “born”). Sue wears the yellow coat to the audition. She changes into the leotard at the studio and then changes back into her original outfit(including the coat) and leaves. We don’t see the latter half, but we can assume. But the next day when she’s meeting Harvey there’s no coat. And then the third day she’s wearing a pink letterman jacket. We don’t see her in the yellow coat again. The yellow coat - yellow in general - is symbolic of Lizzy’s consciousness. We always assume the egg yolks are just a metaphor for the bodies, but it’s also a metaphor for Lizzy’s consciousness. The wrinkled yolk is Elisabeth’s depressed, jaded, self-hating, and dull view of the world. The shiny new yolk is Sue’s optimistic, fresh, narcissistic, and vibrant view of the world. But even though the two bodies grant different perspectives, they’re still one conscious entity experiencing two different views of the same reality. They are one consciousness. One yellow yolk.

Lizzy has performed some form of confabulation(lack of a better term)when it comes to both sides of her, but it’s far more extreme in Sue. Elisabeth still considers Sue even though she conceptualized her and Sue as separate. Sue barely considers Elisabeth at all. This is because Lizzy hates herself as Elisabeth and Sue sees Elisabeth as at least lesser than her, if not subhuman. People say Sue acts the way she does because she’s “young” but Sue is not a 16 year old girls. She’s a grown woman and she can definitely consider others and have discipline. At first Sue pities Elisabeth, but then that pity turns into condescension, and eventually disgust. The excuse Sue uses for why needs every other week off is a great metaphor for their relationship. Originally, Elisabeth is the one who’s cleaning up after Sue. Elisabeth is picking up bottles and vacuuming. When she calls The Substance after her finger is aged she even sounds like a mother “No. I don’t know what she was thinking”. And it’s only the day after the horrifying to watch dysmorphia moment that Elisabeth completely gives up. She starts binge eating and watching TV all day out of depression. Then Sue’s pity turns into condescension. After a bit more time - and the deterioration of Elisabeth’s form caused by Sue - that condescension turns into disdain and outright disgust. She outright gags on the phone when The Substance says she’ll need to switch back so Elisabeth can produce more stabilizer fluid. Sue’s attitude towards Elisabeth has changed. Every other week she has to “take care of her mother” and that’s what it was at first. Sue took care of Elisabeth with something along the lines of a long-suffering sigh. She wouldn’t exist without Elisabeth and it was only right to make sure she was fed and taken care of in some capacity. She’d take a week and live as Elisabeth because that’s what she had to do. Elisabeth spends her time cleaning up after Sue and waiting for the week to be over. Sue still doesn’t like that she has to “take care” of her mother instead of being able to go out and party and have fun like others her age(in a particular tax bracket, that is). She’s ashamed of her and hides her away from the world. But then Elisabeth becomes more like a mother with an actual illness; first mental and then both mental and physical. And now Sue starts to resent her and be disgusted by her. Because now she’s invading other aspects of Sue’s life; taking more than just the off week Sue so graciously grants her. How ironic considering all Sue does is take more than she was granted from Elisabeth.

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jackles010378 · 1 year ago

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The Boy Next Door.

(No warnings needed, just mention of Dean's body 😜)

You had just moved into your new apartment. After living with your brother and sister in law for the past 2 years after a fire had broken out at your old place, you had finally found the perfect place. It was only a couple of blocks from where you worked as a PA for a law firm.

As much as you loved living at your brother's place, you loved having your own space back. It had been a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was to get home, have a nice long bath and binge watch whatever series you had got hooked into lately.

Grabbing takeout and a couple bottles of wine on your way home, you were mentally planning out your night on the drive back. You grab your purse, takeout and the wine you had brought and made your way up to your apartment. Fishing your keys out your bag, you put the key in and to top off a shitty day your key snaps in the lock. "You gotta be fucking kidding me" you shouted kicking your door. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and rang for the maintenance man that looks after your building.

After a few rings he finally picks up. You tell him what happened and he reassures you that he will get to you as quickly as he can, but he will have to go to the hardware store to pick up another lock. He said it could be an hour, two at the most because he was on another job. You hung up and slid down your door. You could smell your take out and seriously considered just shoveling in your mouth with your hands. But you resisted and opened the wine instead "thank god for screw tops" you said laughing to yourself.

You weren't aware that your neighbour had come out and saw your tantrum against your door. He coughed to get your attention " hi you look like you need some help". Your head snapped up and you were met with the most gorgeous looking man you had ever seen. You were lost for words, I mean he was standing there half naked with just a towel hanging off his hips. Showing off his muscular physique, and those broad shoulders. "Do you need help or are just gonna sit there gawking" he said with a smirk.

You shook off all the thoughts that were swirling through your mind about what you wanted to do that body. You got up off the floor and noticed how tall he was. Damn he was tall. "Hi, erm yeah, my key snapped off in the lock so I'm just waiting for maintenance, sorry if I interrupted your evening" you were babbling, you never babble. But this guy, wow did he get you flustered, his wet hair sending drips down his torso, he had the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen.

"oh so your my new neighbor then, hi my name's Dean Winchester" he held out his hand, you placed your tiny hand in his, his whole hand engulfed yours. "Hi, yes I am, I'm y/n l/n, thanks for checking on me but I'll be fine, he said he'd only be an hour or two" Dean not letting go of your hand asked you "would you like to come and wait in my apartment, you can text him, let him know where you are. I promise I'm not a serial killer or psycho or anything like that" you gave him a weary look "that's exactly what a serial killer would say" you both started to laugh.

After Dean had put some clothes on, much to your disappointment, you both sat on the couch eating the take out. Dean gave you a glass for your wine whilst he grabbed a beer from his fridge. As you finished your food you got a message from the maintenance guy saying he would be at your apartment soon. You told Dean you were happy to wait outside "thanks for letting me take refuge in your home, it was sweet of you" you said to him "well I couldn't exactly leave you out there and let that food get cold could I". You both laughed and Dean walked you to the door. "thanks again Dean, ill be seeing you" Dean grabbed your hand "I'd like to see you again sweetheart, that's if you want to". you smiled shyly " well considering we live next door to each other I'd say wed be seeing quite a lot of each other, don't you?" Dean laughed "we sure will, would like to get to know you better" he said with a wink. Before you left you exchanged numbers with Dean "I'll call you" he said as you walked out of the door, the maintenance man walking by, "you could do that, or you could just come knock on my door" you said with a playful smile, a smirk tugging at Dean's lips as he responded "oh I will, you can count on it"

I saw that gif of him in the towel (I know it's not dean, I think it's from dark angel??) and this load of babble just came to me lol 🤣 hope you guys enjoyed it 😊

@kaleldobrev @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #jackles #supernatural #jensen ross ackles #spn cast #soldier boy #deanwinchtser #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #dean winchester fan fiction #dean x y/n #dean winchester fanfic

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mattysketchup · 2 months ago

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teen romance

vb player!reader x lacrosse player!chris

a/n: most of my posts are based off of songs, but this song is soo scrum omd. i was thinking about a highschool au and this song immediately popped up in my head so here ig??? enjoy :)

warnings: swearing !!!

(masterlist) (pt.2)

it was a nice day in boston, the air warm and the breeze was nice. you were at your friend nicks house, just hanging out. "what do you wanna watch?" he asks, looking down at you. you guys were chilling in the living room, nick on the couch but you were sitting on the floor. "uhh i don't care, anything" you respond. "i'm lowkey so bored" he states, dramatically moving down to the floor to sit with you. "whats new?" you ask, turning to face him. "i don't know, i literally have such a boring life bro. what about you?" he says. "oh you know, school, volleyball, work. nothing really" you say as nick nods. there was something in your mind, something you absolutely could not tell anyone, especially not nick. lately, you've started to like chris as more than just a friend. you two aren't really close, but ever since nick introduced you to him you knew you wanted him.

you are snapped out of your thoughts when the door swings open and the sound of a duffel bag being tossed on the ground is evident. nick rolls his eyes and you both turn to look towards the door to see what was going on. it was chris who had entered, he had come back from a lacrosse game. he was sweaty and tired but he looked so good. "geez chris, calm the fuck down" nick sneers. "shut the fuck up nick." chris replies coldly. he grabs his stuff and goes to his room, matt entering the house shortly after. "don't mind him, he's pissed. hey" matt says, looking at you. "hey" you respond. you were really close to the triplets, seeing as your parents were friends. but you never knew why chris didn't like you, or at least you felt that way. "whats going on with him?" nick asked. "oh he just got red carded for fighting with some kid" matt sighs. "he cant play for the next three games" nick and i share a look.

chris was the team captain, seeing as he was the star attacker. "ohh damn" nick says. "yeah. hows volleyball goin'?" matt, grabbing his bag and putting it to the side while facing you. "pretty good, we have a game tomorrow" you state. "ah damn, i would watch but i have a game" matt says pursing his lips "ill come and support you girl" nick says smiling. "aww thanks nick" you smile. "alright, i gotta go shower but i'll catch you guys later" matt says, going upstairs. "bye" you and nick both say.

an hour had passed since matt and chris came home, and you and nick were still in the living room, binging brooklyn 99. chris walks down, hair still wet from his shower and in a different set of clothes. "whatcha watchin'?" chris asks the two of you, entering the living room. "this show, brooklyn 99. its y/n's favourite" nick says, his eyes never leaving the screen. "no way i love that show" chris states, sitting on the couch near you. nick knew chris hated the show with a passion, he didn't know why his brother was lying.

"chris don't you hate this-" nick starts talking, but chris cuts him off in an attempt to keep sitting next to you. "so y/n," he starts, turning to face you. "hows volleyball going?" you turn to face him. "pretty good, we have a game tomorrow and a tournament this weekend" you say. "ah shit, i might be there tomorrow, since y'know, i don't have lacrosse" he chuckles. "cool, see ya there" you smile brightly. "what uh, postion do you play" he asks nervously. "outside hitter" you respond. you had played since you were young and the sport meant a lot to you. "ah cool. so you like, kill the ball right? is that what your friends say?" he asks. "uh yeah i guess" you laugh at his ignorance of the sport.

"shoot nick my mom needs me home, i gotta go" you say, getting up. the two of you lived not to far away from each other. "i can walk ya home, if ya want" chris tells you. "uh sure, i'd like that. thanks" you smile. "'course" he says. "alright, bye nick, thanks for having me!" you call as you and chris leave the house. a little while into the walk, you ask chris something. "hey, chris" "yeah" he responds. "why'd you get red carded in your game? like, i know it was for fighting, but like why?" you ask. chris knew why. some dickhead on the other team had said something about you that just pissed him off. "uh i dunno, some kid was talking shit so i kinda threw my stick at him. really hard" he slightly chuckles. "ah i see." you say. "it was somethin' stupid, but i dunno i just..reacted so fast" he adds. "if you dont mind me asking, what did he say?" you ask, oblivious to the fact chris is missing his next three games for you. "he uh.." chris starts, not wanting you to know that. he knew the boy called you a "stupid slut", but you didn't need to know that. "he was just talking shit about my playing" it was a lie, but he was willing to fight for you.

"what happened to him?" you ask. "ah, i think he got a bloody nose and a concussion." chris says. "jeez, did you beat him with your stick?" you laugh. "maybe" he states, chuckling. the two of you reach your house quickly, putting an end to your conversation. "thanks for walking with me chris" you say, turning to face him on your driveway. "of course, anythin' for you" he smiles that damn smile that made girls go crazy. you feel butterflies in your stomach as he does so. "see ya tomorrow" you say. "see ya." you both walk in your separate directions, secretly swooning over one another.

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a/n: sorry if this sucks lol, i will be doing a part two thooo, send reqs of what yall wanna read

blessings and riches, tessa

#mattysketchup #tessa yaps #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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karenandhenwilson · 1 month ago

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Emotions are running high right now. We are all horribly hurt. And every single person is entitled to those emotions. But I have some thoughts about Oliver not many people right in this moment might agree with. I still want to share it and maybe some people might be able to take in a different perspective in a couple of days or a couple of weeks when the pain is less present.

I think what Oliver really has been saying in his interviews without being able to outright say it is that he doesn't want any kind of romantic relationship for Buck at all anymore. But he still wants to remind the GA regularly that this character is bisexual, and they'll only remember that if he is shown casually dating men and women.

There are two reasons that led me to this thought.

First, Oliver said earlier this year he was tired of Buck going from one relationship to another. He alluded several times that he hoped this might be a permanent relationship. (Comparing it to Tarlos? What else is that?) I think he also mentioned that he is tired/bored of playing Buck going from one relationship to another. And up until these latest interviews he has always been very careful and supportive in his words. Have you all already forgotten how he shut down that narrative in the live interview this week about having to change his roles for Buck? Despite celebrating him for it?

Second, Oliver has seen and experienced by himself how everyone playing a LI for Buck or Eddie is treated. It reached a new and horrible low with Lou. (What are the chances those horrible CSA fics didn't reach the crew?) I think everyone on set is aware that with the next actor, it might become even worse, and we know they're all hit by it. We've seen Oliver being fed up by it lately. (Him calling out that fanart blog the other week?) I can understand that Oliver doesn't want that anymore, either for himself and the other mains on the cast or for new actors coming in.

Was his choice of words maybe a little ill-considered? Yeah.

But I don't even trust the reporters not to deliberately twist his words or leave out things he said. (Because they're all following the Buddie narrative. We know that.) And I think all the actors, including Oliver and Lou, are restricted in what they can say by their contracts. We have also seen Oliver getting increasingly frustrated, and we've seen both Oliver and Lou retreat in different ways from the public over the past months.

Oliver is only human and not perfect and we knew that before this week. There have been people in this fandom reminding us of that fact every so often, reminding us not to put him on a pedestal. So I find it really hypocritical for some people to now turn around and take the most bad-faith interpretation of his words as gospel. But I guess, in the end, all of fandom is the same and there really isn't much difference between different groups.

And I'm not saying I can't understand why other queer, especially bisexual, people are hurt by those words. What I don't understand is that one badly worded idea* suddenly negates all the careful support Oliver has shown, up until the live interview earlier this week I mentioned above. What I don't understand is that suddenly Oliver gets messages starting with "I know you're just a straight guy" when we have no idea at all if that's true. (Are we really going to the place of "you have to out yourself for your support or opinion to be valid"? Does it always have to be the same? Aren't we ever learning?) (And I feel, for this very reason, I have to point out here that I identified from my early teens on as bisexual, and only changed that a couple of years ago to demi/pan after I went on a research bing about asexuality while trying to help my sister figure herself out. So, yes, if only bisexual people are allowed to have an opinion about biphobia, I very much still count myself under the bisexual umbrella.)

I personally don't give a fuck about the "if" in Oliver's statement on IG he shared for a while. If Oliver has learned one thing from this fandom, it is that no matter what he says, it will be misconstrued and misinterpreted. So I don't fault him if he doesn't give a fuck anymore and doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about every single word in any of his statements, because, in the end, that's wasted time. (I honestly think it's a strange culture we live in to give single words or phrases so much weight instead of looking at the whole picture.)

*I'd like you all to take a look at Buck's character over all eight seasons and then think about what Oliver said again. We met Buck as this guy who went out seeking sex regularly and not always in a healthy way. He only stopped that after a traumatic event (of course, Dr. Wells is never interpreted as such on the show). But he returned to seeking out sex as comfort after he accepted that Abby wouldn't come back. I think we can assume that he did so after other relationships, too, because Eddie was surprised that Buck didn't take the numbers of those women in the Bachelor scene, but that's an interpretation of course.

It's absolutely in character for Buck to seek out sexual relationships without attachment even if he has shown a desire for attachment. That's been there from day one. I find it pretty insane to call that characterization biphobic now when it has been there from long before it was even discussed to have Buck discover he is bi. (Okay, yes, I know people have been looking down at him for that all along, and there is this narrative in the show and in fandom that "he got over it". But I think that's a problem of many people viewing casual sex as inherently bad and falling into that mindset without even noticing. That's got nothing to do with biphobia.)

#it's the only thing I'll say publicly about this #but my DMs are open for respectful conversations #911 abc #evan buckley #oliver stark #fandom culture #bisexuality #lgbtq community #lgbtqia

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casuallyimagining · 1 year ago

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Anything for You

unnamed member x reader with chronic pain

Part of the Hold Me Together series

Summary: Chronic stomach pain is a bitch, and he feels terrible that you have to deal with it. But he'll do anything to help you feel better. Genre: fluff, caretaking, established relationship Word Count: 652 Notes: thank you to @daesukiii for the banner

He can tell by the sound of the door shutting that it’s been a rough day. The light groan that escapes your lips as you toe off your shoes helps to clue him in on exactly what’s wrong. And as you pass through the kitchen, arm held over your stomach protectively, he knows. Gently, he kisses the side of your head as you make your way past and watches as you disappear down the hall and into the bedroom, presumably to change into something more comfortable.

It takes only the briefest of minutes to put dinner into containers and stash them away in the fridge. The noodles are always better on the second day, anyway, and the pork will be easy enough to re-heat on the grill. He glances back the hall, checking to see if you’ve emerged from the bedroom yet, but when he sees that you haven’t, he sets to work filling up the kettle and pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

Normally, dakjuk is a multi-hour process of making chicken stock and properly preparing rice. But a few months back, his mother had told him a few special secrets, and now, he’s got a quick and dirty porridge recipe on lock.

The pan on the stove is boiling and he’s washing the dishes when you finally return to the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, jagi?” he coos, drying his hands quickly before beckoning you toward him.

You comply, your movements careful and pained. When he pulls you in for a hug, you melt against him, arms immediately wrapping around his waist. “I ate lunch,” you grumble, words muffled by how deeply you have managed to burrow into his shoulder. “Tomatoes,” you say, answering a question he hadn’t even asked yet.

He hums and rubs your back. Tomatoes again. Maybe the acid is affecting you? It had been cucumbers last week, so maybe…

Maybe it should go on the list for your doctor.

The kettle whistles, and he pulls away to turn off the burner. You pour your own water, opening the packet of instant ginger tea with your teeth. You lean against the counter, slowly stirring your tea as you watch him check the porridge. Steam rises from the pot when he takes the lid off and stirs the rice and chicken. He breathes deeply–it smells amazing, like chicken and spices and vegetables. He only hopes that it doesn’t make you feel worse.

He dishes out two bowls of dakjuk, one a little more full than the other, and allows you to lead the way into the living room. You get comfortable, a pillow in your lap and your legs draped across his own. He turns on the tv, pulling up the series you’d been binging and plays the next episode. You lean heavily against the back cushion of the couch.

You eat so slowly that he’s pretty sure that your dakjuk is cold when you finally lean over to sit the bowl on the coffee table beside his. Normally, he’d say something about you not finishing even the small portion he’d given you. But you look exhausted and it’s clear that you feel like shit, so he simply opens his arm up and welcomes you in when you practically fall into his side.

He can’t always be here for you like this, when your stomach hurts and you just need someone to be there and lend a sympathetic ear and baby you a little. He wishes he could, but life gets in the way sometimes. So he does what he can when he can, and he’s got your next appointment with the GI doctor marked on his calendar so he can take off. Chronic illness like this is exhausting, and he’s seen you get discouraged and not advocate for yourself when you need to.

He’ll gladly take that on for you, when he can.

He’ll gladly do anything for you.

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