#lmao i said i was going to bed HOURS ago but who needs a sleep schedule right

[merakimaiden]

Mando’s Girl

Pairing : Din Djarin x fem!reader

Genre : Smut (18+)

Word count : 4078 (longest fic yet holy hell)

Summary : Catching you crying over your ex who doesn’t give a shit about you, secrets are revealed as your boss proves just how much he doesn’t deserve you.

Warnings : Insecure reader, sweet but super possessive Din (lowkey some jealousy), praise, spanking, body worshipping if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), choking, rough sex, squirting, and kinky sex tape making 😎

A/N: Getting back into writing after a year, forgive me if it sucks. Missing Din, Grogu and the Razor Crest. Lowkey dubcon, lowkey self indulgent, lowkey a badly written fic, my first Din smut lmao I just need Din to fuck some sense into me Din calls you mesh’la many times cause you are :3

Translations : mesh’la (beautiful)

Hey, you there?

[Delivered 8 hours ago]

You checked the message, sighing as you did. You were sitting on a crate in the Razor Crest’s hull. You just finished doing the necessary chores around the ship. You fed the child, gave him a bath, as well as prepared a meal for your employer. You finished all that and more in the span of eight hours, and he couldn’t even be bothered to reply.

You hovered your thumbs over your datapad, carefully thinking of what to text. You quickly typed out a few messages at one go, immediately sent it then placed your datapad face down to avoid thinking about it.

You looked around the hull, fiddling with your fingers as you searched for something to do, anything to distract you. You settled on going upstairs to the cockpit to let your employer know that dinner’s ready.

As you reached the cockpit, you knocked the side of the wall, watching the shiny beskar helmet that was peeking out of the pilot seat’s headrest, the metal reflecting the azure hue of hyperspace tilt to the right before speaking.

“Mando, dinner’s ready, do you wanna have it here or downstairs?” you asked.

“Downstairs. Go tuck Grogu in for the night, then I’ll go,” he replied. You nodded before realising he couldn’t see your reply so you whispered a soft ‘okay’ before heading downstairs.

As you descended the ladder, you turned your head towards the child who was busy chewing on a toy, before approaching him and carrying him.

“Grogu, dada said it’s bedtime.” You pulled his little green hand away from his mouth and placed the toy down as Grogu whined in disagreement. Your gaze softens as you watch his tiny sad face, his big dark eyes glistening.

“I’m sorry sweetie I don’t make the rules, I promise I’ll play more with you tomorrow okay? We’ll even play hide and seek.” You kissed his forehead and tapped the control panel at the side of the bunker door, watching the door slide open before placing him in the hammock above Mando’s bed.

“Now now, go to sleep for me okay? Dream about catching frogs and watching fishies swimming for me.” You smiled at him as you gently shook the hammock side to side, slowly swinging it to lull him to sleep.

You waited there for a few more minutes, making sure Grogu shuts his eyes and drifts into slumber before turning off the bunker light and closing the door. You then grabbed your datapad and stuffed it into your back pocket as you went back to the cockpit.

“Grogu’s asleep, you can go have dinner now,” you sighed as you walked into the cockpit, standing behind the Mandalorian’s chair. He nodded once then tapped a few buttons on the console, turning the autopilot on before standing and looking at you.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a quick smile and watched as he descended the ladder, then pulled out your datapad from your back pocket and plopped down onto the passenger’s seat.

All alone in the cockpit, you shut your eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath before you switched on your datapad.

No new messages.

You scoffed and shook your head, annoyed, but also hurt. You tapped on the chat and reread your messages you sent your ex with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. You scrolled up to the last time he talked to you, and scrolled all the way down to the most recent set of messages you sent him. You did it over and over again, rereading the messages as if it will magically make new messages appear. You were the only one doing the talking, all his replies were one worded or he just doesn’t reply, causing you to double text.

He promised to stay in your life. He promised to take care of you. He promised to never abandon you.

Your mind drifts away, overthinking about what’s he’s probably doing right now. Probaby spending time and talking to his so called amazing girlfriend he cheated on you with and fucking her, telling her how much he loves her…

You jolted as you heard the Mandalorian calling your name. You quickly switched the datapad off and turned to look at him.

“Why are you crying?”

“Huh?” You blinked.

His gloved hand extended out to touch your cheek, and as he pulled his hand back, you saw liquid coating the tips of his dry leather gloves.

His helmet tilted slightly as he waited for an answer. You gulped and wiped your tears quickly with both hands before clutching onto your datapad.

“I- um, it’s nothing, just something got caught into my eyes-” you started an attempt to explain before he cut you off.

“Cut the crap. Why are you crying?”

You looked at him guiltily and tried your best to hide the datapad away from his sight as his helmet tilted away from your face, watching your movements before he reached out in a split second, grabbing the datapad from your hands.

“No don’t-”

It was too late. He switched the datapad on wordlessly and immediately saw your chats with your ex, his helmet straight as he reads it. He took in a big inhale, his chest expanding as he scrolled upwards and continued reading.

A minute of silence later, he exhales slowly and gives you the datapad back gently. Embarrassed, you quickly grabbed it and hid it under your thigh.

“Why are you still talking to him?” He bit out as he watched you hide the datapad.

“It’s complicated, okay Mando? I just-” you started.

“Enlighten me.” He folded his arms and shifted his weight onto his right side as he waited for an explanation.

You looked at him and then put your head in your hands, massaging your forehead and temples for a few seconds before pulling your hands back towards your hair and neck. You sighed and brought your hands back down, clasping it together.

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and watched as he loomed over you, waiting for an explanation. You sighed.

“It’s… complicated, okay? He- he cheated on me the entire time we were dating but I don’t want to lose him, I know I’m stupid. I’m so attached, I need to be cared for, I-

You gulped.

“I’m scared to be alone.”

“You have me and Grogu, you’re not alone.” The Mandalorian interjects.

“I know, but it’s not what I meant,” you quickly added.

“Then?”

“I’m scared to be alone. I’m scared I'll end up alone… with no one to love me,” you spoke quietly, looking down at your fingers to avoid his gaze.

He stood there wordlessly for a few seconds, taking in your words. You took a deep breath, the silence making you uncomfortable.

“That’s not true,” he finally replied calmly, causing you to turn your head to look at him.

“Yes it is, Mando.” You shook your head in frustration before standing up quickly, wanting to avoid any more confrontation. However, before you could get away from him to retreat to your quarters and cry, he grabbed your wrist.

You gasped softly at his sudden hold on your wrist, then pulled and twisted your arm as you attempted to break free.

“Let me go Mando I’m not in the mood-’’

“That’s not true and you know it. We both know it,” he spoke clearly.

Your eyebrows pulled together as you squinted, looking at him with a confused expression, not understanding what he’s trying to say.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking Mando, but it’s all false, I’ll end up alone like I always do, no one there to love me or even think about me-”

“I think about you.’’ He interjected again.

“I already told you, Mando not in that way-’’

“I think about how pretty you are, how pretty and smart.”

You rolled your eyes. What a bunch of lies. He’s just saying that to make you feel better, you thought to yourself.

Just then he pulls you in close, holding both your wrists tightly to make you listen.

“Don’t.” He continues as he places his palms at the back of your hands, pushing them to rest against the cool surface of his shiny beskar cuirass, causing your lips to part as you look down at your hands on his chest.

“I think about your lovely laugh when you play with the kid, I think about your caring nature, how you look out for us, I think about your gorgeous body, the way your hips sway when you walk.”

You chuckled awkwardly and looked away, his fake words annoyingly making you breathless.

“Mando-”

“I think about the way you moan softly in the shower as you pleasure yourself, pleasure yourself to the thought of me when you think I can’t hear you say my name.”

Oh.

“T-that’s not true, you couldn't possibly hear me.”

“Oh, but I can mesh’la, my helmet enhances sounds.”

Fuck.

You exhaled shakily, looking everywhere else except the dark visor of his helmet. Just then, he holds your chin gently, tilting your face upwards to make you look at him.

“Do you like me mesh’la?”

“W-well yeah, you’re funny-”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You gulped, your throat feeling dry out of sudden as you struggle to speak.

“Do you like me, mesh’la?” Mando pressed again.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Looking into the intimidating, dark ‘T’ of his visor, you nodded in reply slowly.

“That’s what I thought.” He tapped your chin with the back of his finger, pleased with your answer.

He continues, “So what I don’t understand is, why are you still talking to that piece of shit when I’m right here?”

You pulled away and shook your head.

“I don’t blame him. I”m so needy all the time-”

“So what if you’re needy?”

“-and the distance, he’s far.”

“So what? I would cross galaxies just to be with you. It’s not a fucking excuse to be unfaithful.”

His hands move towards your wrists again, holding them tightly. You can tell he was getting pissed off by the second, so you stayed silent.

“He is nothing but a fucking dickhead. He doesn't deserve you and you know it. Tell me you know it.”

Silence.

He moves one gloved hand towards your neck slowly, resting his pointer finger and thumb under your jaw, squeezing gently.

“Tell me you fucking know it.”

You nod quickly, gulping against his hand before you yelp as he grabs your neck with slight pressure and pulls you forward towards him, your hands scrambling to take his hand off his hold on your neck before he bends you forward over the cockpit console. He releases your neck, then places his hand on your back to keep you down.

Before you can protest, you gasp loudly as he yanks your pants down in one swift motion, leaving you in your panties. Just then, you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek.

You yelp and moan softly as the pain on your skin is soothed immediately after with his gloved hand.

“Tell me mesh’la, what do you know?”

You stayed silent, head feeling giddy in pleasure and pain.

He spanks you again a few times in a row, each spank getting harder, causing your skin to tickle in pain. You rubbed your thighs together.

“I want an answer. What is it that you know?”

You whimper loudly as you shut your eyes, trying to think of your conversation with him right before he took control. You open your eyes when you remember.

“I- I know that he doesn't deserve me, Mando.”

“There we go.”

The Mandalorian hums in pleasure as he rubs his gloved palm against your sore skin, rubbing it slowly and gently, soothing the sensitive and swollen area before he pulls away for a quick second. As he returns, you gasp and moan softly as his now bare, warm hands push up your shirt, pushing it upwards to remove it from your body completely. Following the action, your nipples harden and goosebumps form all over your body as the cool air of the ship hits your warm skin. You blushed, realising you were left in just your panties, while he was still covered in his armour from head to toe.

You stiffen as you hear the sound of air hissing, then the sound of metal being placed on the console beside you. You turned to look, but was quickly stopped by Mando as he held the back of your neck.

“Don’t look,” he spoke gently, his unmodulated voice catching you off guard, causing you to jolt slightly as you felt his warm breath fan against your neck, right under your ear. His voice sounded so warm, clear and husky without the helmet in the way, making you moan softly to yourself as you heard it. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t as you felt his lips brush against your skin, placing light kisses all over your neck, slowly moving lower and lower down the back of your body.

You shut your eyes as he continued placing kisses all over your back. He then kneeled onto the floor with a clang, the sound of his beskar armour scraping against the metal floor of the ship as he kissed down your hips and all over the globes of your clothed ass.

“So pretty, so warm, so soft.” He squeezed your ass with both hands and caresses it, causing you to gasp and moan softly before he continues,

“Doesn’t deserve to touch you or even look at you.”

He then hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling it down your ass and legs slowly until they reach your ankles.

“Wonder if you taste as good as you look,” he whispered lowly, just enough for you to catch his words.

His thumbs moved closer to the cleft of your ass, pulling the skin away to spread your folds from the back before he licked a slow strip from your clit to your opening without warning. You moan his name out loud, biting your lip as you rest your head against the console, mindful of the buttons and controls.

He repeats the motion, licking from your clit to opening, bottom to top over and over again for a few times before pulling away with a suck on your clit, causing you to jolt. He immediately goes back in, circling his tongue around your clit, causing your legs to tremble before he pushes his tongue against your opening slightly, twirling his tongue around as you moan and whine in pleasure.

You arch your back involuntarily, the motion pushing your pussy backwards into his face as you shut your eyes, moaning loudly while he places both hands on your ass to grab it tightly as he continues eating you out.

He moans, muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations to your sensitive area before pulling away with a loud, lewd slurp after a while. He spanks your ass one last time as he gets back onto his feet, then rubs his big warm hands all over the span of your back.

“So tasty, so sweet, so perfect.” He squeezes your ass, causing you to gasp and moan. He continues, “What a perfect pretty thing, I want to make you all mine. All mine.”

You whimper and move to rest your top half on your forearms, nodding eagerly in reply as one of his hands moves towards your jaw, before he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his digits, obediently licking and sucking on them as he moans.

His other hand moves to free his erect dick from the confines of his pants, leaving the rest of his body covered.

You suddenly feel the fat, blunt tip of his dick rub against your folds, coating himself with your wet pussy as he moves it front and back against you. You feel the size of his length sliding in between your folds, causing you to whine impatiently.

“Tell me you’re mine, mesh’la. Tell me you’re my girl and I’ll give you everything.”

You nod eagerly. “Please Mando, I’m yours, no one else’s, I’m your girl please-”

You gasp out loud, unable to finish your pleading as his tip pushes into your opening, stretching you out as you moan. He leaves the tip in for a bit before pulling out, then pushes himself all the way in fully.

He hisses as you moan loudly, your head dropping onto the console rather harshly. His hand moves from your mouth towards your head to soothe the sore spot quickly, before he drags his hands down your bare back slowly, then settles on holding your hips firmly.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so wet, f-feel so good,” Mando stuttered out as your pussy fluttered around him at his praise.

He slowly pulls out until the tip is left in, then pushes back in, repeating the motion at a slow and steady pace.

“Oh, Mando, feels so full, so f- ull,” you moaned, his girthy dick sliding in and out of you, giving you so much pleasure.

He moans and growls quietly as he grips your hips tighter and kicks your legs apart further, before picking up the pace, moving his hips back and forth against your ass faster and harder.

You shut your eyes and grab onto the front of the console as your mouth parts in a silent scream, your breath stuck in your throat. Nothing but the lewd plapping sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the cockpit. You finally catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling before moaning out loud and brokenly.

The Mandalorian moans with you as he continues pistoning his dick in and out of you, fucking you deep and fast. He grabs your hips tightly, before extending one hand out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you backwards to rest your warm back flush against his cold armour. You hiss at the sudden cold contact, but forget about it quickly as his other hand moves to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

He leans in and rests his stubbled chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear before dragging his teeth against your earlobe lightly.

“All mine to love, all mine to worship,” he grunts before continuing, “to fuck.”

You mewl in pleasure, your legs trembling at the added stimulation. You shut your eyes as your lips part in a gasp, feeling his big length sliding in and out of you over and over again as his thick digits tease your fluttering pussy. Your hand moves behind you and flaps around before finding purchase on the Mandalorian’s soft mop of hair on his head and tugging on it tightly, earning a growl from the man.

Just as you were enjoying it, Mando pulled away completely, removing his hands and dick from you, causing your hand that was tugging on his soft hair to drop loosely on your side. He reaches out to pick his helmet off the console and puts it back on. He leans away from you to leave.

Your eyes open as your face drops. You were about to say something before he leans back forward and grabs a fistful of your hair again, then immediately shoves himself back inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned his name out brokenly. His pace changed as he growled, fucking you with even more effort, even harder and faster now.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to make eye contact with your datapad’s camera with the flash on.

“Look mesh’la, tell that jerk how good I’m making you feel.” His modulated voice returns.

You moan and bite your lip at the sight of the filthy action by the Mandalorian, going cross-eyed when he suddenly drives into the deepest part of your body and stays still.

“S-so good. So good. So deep- fuck.” You moan as you go crossed eyed again, involuntarily throwing your head back against his helmet with a dull ‘thump’ as the Mandalorian keeps grinding his length deep inside of you.

His hand releases the tight grip on your hair and moves it towards your neck, holding you firmly and pulling you backwards so your face is visible to the camera, arching your back in the process. Your ass extends out even more at the action, prompting him to start slamming inside of you over and over again, slow and hard. Your ass and tits jiggle with each contact of his hips as your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyebrows pulling together.

“Tell him, tell him mesh’la, who does this pussy belong to?” He urges, hiis helmet tilting to the side, resting on your shoulder as he continues, “Who do you belong to? Who gets to worship you and make you feel good?”

You moan brokenly, whimpering as you try your best to reply.

“Y- ou Man- do, you do, f-fuck.”

Your reply was interrupted with every slam of his hips against your ass. Mando chuckled darkly, his hand moving away from your neck to squeeze your tits and slap them.

“Yeah? Who’s girl are you, hm? Tell him.”

He drives himself deeper into you, making you moan brokenly as you feel his blunt tip brushing against something spongy deep inside of you, the action prompting you to feel a tightness forming deep in your belly.

“I’m- I’m Mando’s girl- no one else’s.” You whined out with an effort.

“There we go, such a sweet, sweet girl. So glad she’s all mine,” he spoke in a taunting tone, his helmet tilting sideways to admire your flushed face before tilting towards the datapad at the last few words while he fiddled with your nipples, twisting them in between his fingers as he continued grinding his hips against your ass.

He ended the recording and stopped his motions momentarily to tap a few buttons on your datapad, giving you a breather while he sends the sinful video to your ex before he chucked your datapad to the side. He then flipped you over, your back flush against the console. You yelp and whine as he held the back of your thighs and smacked his dick against your sensitive pussy a few times, giving you a chance to see his thick veiny dick, making you moan before he slides himself back in and starts fucking you fast. Your tits jiggle with every thrust while his hand moves to rest on your mound, his thumb rubbing quick tight circles on your neglected clit.

You throw your head back against the console and whine loudly at the extreme stimulation on your clit and pussy, your pussy clamping down around his pistoning length as your legs shake uncontrollably.

“C’mon my mesh’la, be a good girl and cum for me.” His modulator crackles as he breathes out in between moans, holding your thigh while he continues rubbing your clit and fucking you fast, his pace never faltering.

You feel the tightness build up in your stomach again as your pussy flutters around him. You squeal as your body convulses, before liquid suddenly squirts out of you, dampening his armour and flight suit.

Mando moans loudly as he stops rubbing your pussy and slows his movements, grabbing your tit in his hand and squeezing gently as he watches you come undone for him. You blink a few times, focusing your vision to watch him as you breathe heavily.

He tilts his helmet back and hisses, exposing his covered neck before he pulls his dick out of you quickly, then strokes it a few times over your pussy before spurting warm, creamy liquid all over the top of your mound.

You moan and lick your lips as you watch your skin get painted with his cum, the both of you breathing heavily to catch your breaths. He pumps his dick against your pussy a few more times, slowing his movements until the last drop of cum coats your skin.

You look up at him with your jaw hanging slightly as Mando leans in, resting his helmet against your forehead.

The both of you stayed silent for a while in that position, your breaths slowing down and syncing together before Mando speaks.

“Din.”

“Huh?” You breathed out, in a daze.

“My name is Din, sweet girl.”

A/N : Love possessive and jealous Din so much. Might be a multipart in the future if it gets a lot of interactions :)

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

[yearninqheart]

fine line

We’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

pairing: regulus black x reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, non-magic/muggle au, exes to lovers—technically, some angst, some fluff, reader is mentioned to be sick, sort of implies player!reg, trust fund kid!reg, potter!reader (the occupation, not the surname)

warnings: Walburga Black gets her own warning (briefly mentioned), mentions of eating, not proofread sorry. lmk if i missed anything please!

notes: let’s not talk about how i dipped after posting two sandman fics and a (now cancelled) series master for c!w*lbur i never even posted chapter one for. but anyways, heyy how’ve y’all been?? <3 if you follow my main this isn’t even the fic i’ve been talking about, technically. i have a longer reg fic in the works that i hope to finish one day atp lmao. let me know what you think of this fic in the meantime though, i’m apologize for my rusty writing this is more so a writing practice for me but i did have this prompt in my notes for a while so, here she is!

"It took you long enough." Regulus said with a huff, hand still midair about to knock before you had swung the door open, which leads you to the situation you were now thrust into: your ex-boyfriend standing in your doorway with bags of groceries and takeout in hand.

"Regulus I'm really-" He barely lets you speak before easily letting himself in, setting the bags onto your countertops as he began preparing whatever it was he had bought. "Not in the mood right now..."

Seeing as he's already throwing ingredients into one of your pots, there would be no use in even trying to get him to leave so you shut the door behind you and decided to take a seat at the island, watching as he worked. However, the moment you even took a step forward he was setting down the knife and urging you to go to bed.

"You need to rest, I don't care how much sleep you say you got, you need more. Go. I'll leave some tea by your nightstand." Was all he said before guiding you back to your room and closing the door, barely letting you face him before the door closed, leaving you with too many thoughts when all your body wanted was to curl back into bed. And given that Regulus was seemingly going to be making dinner, there was really no reason to not listen to him. 

When you woke up again, who knows how many hours later, you found a cup of tea by your nightstand as promised, steam coming off the top of it as you took a sip. It briefly brought a small smile to your face before you remembered who exactly it was that put it there.

You felt much better as you got out of bed, taking a moment to stretch before walking towards the hallway where Regulus' voice was slightly muffled due to the soft music he had left on in the background. It was a song you had once loved and played whenever Regulus came over for dinner after work. It's been a while since he's last entered your home as your boyfriend, but he seems content to live in ignorance bliss whenever he comes over-oftentimes unannounced and/or invited —and the song just so happens to appear in the queue.

Your current relationship with Regulus was complicated. The two of you had broken up nearly five months ago, putting an end to a three year relationship that was going seemingly well. One would've thought such a sudden break would cause a rift between you two (it was what you were hoping for anyways) but it appears that Regulus doesn't seem to care. You're certain he's doing it out of spite, but another part of you hopes that there's more to his actions than simply 'spite". It wasn't easy choosing to end such a perfect relationship after all, much less your choice.

As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Regulus' back as he hunched over your countertop, focused on cutting the tomatoes just right even though he knows you hate them (he says it helps with the flavour and you agree, but that doesn't stop you from hating them). You watch as he finishes prepping the food, moving effortlessly around your kitchen to find the exact items he needs. Everything is still where they were when you kicked him out five months ago, and he knows you well enough that that'll never change.

"The salt's on the table."

Except for the salt and pepper, since you were too lazy to put it back after using them last night.

"Good Morning sunshine." He joked, enjoying the way your eyes rolled at the stupid nickname as you stepped towards him.

"Whatcha making?"

"Stew. It just needs to simmer a bit more so that the vegetables cook. Do you want to freshen up while I finish up here?"

You give him a nod, your body stiffening when the normalcy between you makes you forget that you're no longer dating and you catch yourself almost leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. Too embarrassed to even look up at him, you quickly ran off to your bathroom before he could say another word.

By the time you were back, Regulus was just done setting up the dinner table. A part of you hated how you left his spot vacant even after all that's happened. You were in a new city starting anew, you didn’t need a second sea at your dinner table. However, the other part seemed to enjoy how naturally Regulus filled that spot, both the seat across from yours at the table and your home in general. Despite your numerous attempts of trying to push him out of your life he has simply refused and made it apparent he was staying in your life one way or another. Whether that be as your lover or a friend, he was there to stay.

"Dinners ready!" He hummed, catching your attention as he nodded towards your seat.

He was going to turn in the direction opposite of the table but upon noticing your silence, understood and added, "I'll join you in a sec, just going to put these dishes in the sink."

That seemed to be all you needed to hear as you took your seat at the small dinner table, waiting patiently as Regulus allowed the dishes to soak before wiping down the countertops then joining you at the table.

The meal, aside from simple requests of can you pass me some napkins and where's the salt, was silent. Music that you are now certain is playing from the playlist you made after he had moved into the apartment was still playing in the background and brought forth a wave of nostalgia you didn't think you'd get. The normalcy of it all was frustrating however, and you didn't mean to slam your spoon onto the table but he didn't even appear to be fazed by your sudden outburst. It was about time this happened. 

"Why do you keep doing this?" You asked, watching as he simply continues to finish his stew, refusing to look you in the eyes for once.

"Doing what?"

"This!" You gestured around you exaggeratedly. "Visiting me still, cooking for me, keeping me company. We broke up already, Regulus."

"I know." Came his response.

"So why do you keep showing up?" There was no malice to your question. No venom coated words or sharp tongue, only pure curiosity seeing as you've raked your mind for months wondering why he wasn't leaving you alone despite all your efforts.

For a moment, Regulus remained quiet. He didn't look up at you nor did he say a word, slowly finishing his stew and wiping his mouth before setting the plate aside to finally look at you.

"Why are you so persistent we distance ourselves?"

You almost scoffed at his question. For one, you two were now no longer dating, so why continue to see each-other as often as you did whilst dating. Secondly, neither of you will be able to properly heal and move on if the very person you've chosen to leave is still in your everyday life. And thirdly… his mother.

Walburga Black is the wife of a wealthy man in London. Wealthy enough that she was able to fund your entire move to Scotland where she had hoped would be far enough for Regulus to leave you alone and also powerful enough that she was able to even achieve that wish in the first place. The relocating part at least it seems. She had given you a generous job offering for a company she had connections to. It paid better than your job back home and allowed you some extra cash so that you wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck. All she asked of you was to ‘leave Regulus alone’. 

Obviously you had refused at first, but with a status like hers and the connections she had, it would not be worth going against her. A week after her initial offer, you had agreed to her deal with a sullen mood as she transferred an additional cheque to your account for ‘being so understanding’. You bit your tongue and simply thanked her before being escorted out of her office and to the car waiting outside. Regulus was currently on a trip to New York, so by the time he landed your cell would be deactivated and your apartment would be bare, leaving behind no traces of you or your relationship for him to hold. 

“This will be better for him.” Walburga had told you. “If there’s no traces of you ever being there, it’ll be easier for him to move on. We don’t need him clinging onto the past now do we?” 

You had agreed, because what else were you to do? 

Even you had assumed Regulus would stay in London. He had everything there, why throw it all away? But it appears that both you and his mother underestimated his dedication–although it is what continues to confuse you every time you see his face. 

"Why did you come all the way here?" Your voice was so soft he almost had to strain to hear you. "You had everything back home, why did you abandon it all just to come here? Don’t you miss your old lifestyle?"

The way he was looking at you made you feel like the answer was blatantly obvious. His brows were furrowed as he tilted his head sideways, appearing to be carefully choosing his next words before sitting up on his chair, letting his elbows rest on the table as the next song started to play from the speaker.

"I had everything back in London because I had you. What good is anything back there if you're suddenly on a train heading north?"

There it was, the confirmation you had both been dreading and waiting to hear since you stepped foot into your new apartment.

"But your mother-"

"Bought us a nice apartment to live in, I know. Such a sweet parting gift don't you think?"

You could almost laugh, had it not been for how hard your heart was pounding at the confirmation you had been waiting to hear for so long. Ironic how despite practicing how you would react when the time came you were now rendered frozen as you tried to come to terms with the fact that it finally happened.

"Regulus," You started but he cut you off by calling your name and for the first time in five months, he looked just like your Reg. He looked at you as if it hasn't been the most excruciating five months for you both, with such a tender and sweet expression you could almost melt.

You had expected the worst. Had practiced your defences for when the fight would occur but it never had the chance to bloom. Instead of getting upset, Regulus simply placed your hands in his, a thumb smoothing over the tops of your knuckles before speaking.

"Perhaps I did have everything," He began. "But I don't know why you subconsciously view me as the kind to even care if I inherit the company or not. They could give it all to the intern for all I care and I'd let them. They can take my name off their will, take back my cards and properties too and it wouldn’t even matter to me."

He saw you open your mouth to speak and cut you off before a sound could even pass your lips.

"I love you." He reminded you for the first time in five months. "I love you, even if it means I am no longer an heir to a multimillion company and my family hates me. Truly I don't care for them if the answer has always been you."

It was almost deafening how hard your heart was pounding, threatening to burst out of your chest any second now if you didn't calm down but how could you possibly do that? How could you even think to calm down when he’s just confessed his love for you at the expense of everything he’s ever known and had. 

Regulus did not say anything further, instead letting you take it all in as he hummed softly along to music while his thumb continued to run over the ridges of your knuckles.

After a moment, he brought your hands towards his face and pressed a kiss to it before clasping his other hand around your own. "I thought I was pretty forward to everyone about my affections towards you, was I not clear enough?" He mumbled quietly.

He was. Upon his first time meeting you, there was a visible shift in his attitude which all of his friends had quickly noticed. He'd decline offers of going out in favour for a quiet dinner at his penthouse with you, cancel on clubbing because you wanted to explore the waterfront when you couldn't sleep at night, he even took up pottery classes since you worked at a studio nearby his apartment and it would mean Regulus could be in your presence for longer, even if he would be bailing on a flight to Paris that his friends had invited him to.

(He thought they would get the hint that he no longer cared for partying but instead began inviting you to come along as well after he introduced you to them.

Regulus had quickly shut them down, though that didn't stop Mary from giving you her number so that you could make plans later.)

All to say that not once since you met him, did Regulus make it unknown or unclear that he was utterly in-love with you. So why did you doubt him when his mother sent you away?

His mother was the simple answer. But as he encouraged you to elaborate, Walburga turned out to only play a fraction of that fear. It was the thought of ripping him from the lifestyle he knew and was accustomed to, from the title and norms he's been raised to adhere to. Sure Walburga was also terrifying, but more so was the thought that Regulus would be throwing away all he ever knew just because of a little crush. 

Business meetings since he was a child, attending galas dressed to the nines with a flock of eligible girls hanging off his arm, fancy dinner parties in different cities every night–if not the most exclusive in the city for when he decides to stay home–was nowhere close to your everyday life. In all honesty, your paths were probably never meant to cross but somehow managed to intertwine at just the right moment, for the love of your life to be here with you now. Now you understand however, that despite the differences in your upbringing and previous lifestyle, this is what he now wants–a simple, easy lifestyle with his lover by his side. 

"I'm sorry." You apologized with a sigh, finally feeling the defeat of the act you've put up since Walburga got into your head about "tarnishing his image".

"Why are you apologizing, love?" A hand came up to hold your cheek, while the other drew comforting circles on top of your own.

"For listening to your mother?" You offered with a short laugh although it didn't quite reach your eyes. It never did whenever his mother was the topic. He couldn't blame you, but that was now in the past.

"Forget her, we'll be alright now."

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

lmaooo kenny watching you sleep is so creepy (might also be the type of person to randomly trace your nose to see if you'll wake up???)

i can imagine being in a relationship with kenny being like dealing with an unpredictable hot potato of an angry cat who can bite you at any given moment (but, like, the risks of getting scratched and bitten until you bleed outweigh petting a cute cat...)

also, i feel like kenny would just know random details about you?? like your ring size. or your shoe size. or, if you have period, when it starts. and ends. or that you used to have a fringe in seventh grade. or that your grandma likes to bake victoria sponge cake.

or like, casually remembering something small, and being, five years down the line, like, "Do you remember you told me on X day of the X week at X hour XYZ?"

and you're like ????

and sometimes, when kenny would be weirdly nice like getting you a blanket or really leaning into domesticity, you would like watch him like O.O what's next...?

would casually spring up things on you. "Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

high-key very unhinged... but at least you're kept on your toes all the time? right?

ANON . YOU GET IT.

he’s so fucking Weird . 100% stares at you sleeping and traces the bridge of your nose … smiles a little when that makes your face scrunch up a bit. he’s just fascinated by you i think!! by the fondness you make him feel. he’s like oh :) emotion :)….

AND YES. HE LITERALLY IS JUST A CAT. when it comes to dating kenny i feel like you sort of have to adjust to his whims….. he can definitely be silly and affectionate (in a mildly condescending way) but then he can also be very Cold. and come off as apathetic. he’s like a stray cat who waltzed into your home one day and let you pet and feed it…. sleeps in your bed and purrs when you scratch behind its ears but won’t hesitate to hiss if you do something he doesn’t like. random bouts of affection but only ever at his whim, y’know? like. he’s Your Cat but he also isn’t. he doesn’t always come home and it’s clear he has a life outside of you. but he likes your company enough to let you come closer than anyone else has been and that means a lot on its own!!! he’s just…. your mildly creepy cat. who watches you sleep with his big creepy eyes and protects you from the shadows.

BUT OK enough abt kenyaku (<- his Cat name)….. ANON I LOVE YOU. i agree!! on all points!!!! him knowing random little things about you….. randomly recalling certain things…. i feel like his memory is a little jumbled. kenjaku is the type to forget your bday but like … he’ll remember your thoughts on Every Single Character in the show you’ve been binging. or the exact tone of voice you had when you spoke to him for the first time. his love definitely shows in the little things… he might not tell you that he Loves You outright and i don’t think he’d care about making your relationship official in any way, but if you mention liking a brand of soda you’ll find one waiting for you in the fridge the next day. he’s cute. i’ve said this before a while ago but i also think kenny would take you on random trips a lot…. just to spend time with you!! but he doesn’t Tell You where you’re going so you just have to listen to him say ”we’re almost there ^_^” like 50 times. lmao.

ALSO BEFORE I FORGET . the period thing. you’re a genius anon. he just randomly sniffs you and then goes ”you’re on your period aren’t you” and you’re like ??? wtf is wrong with you ?????? (he was Right btw) LIKE HE’S SO STRANGE. you don’t need a period tracker because he’ll just casually let you know you’ll be getting your period tomorrow. and that it’ll probably be a little worse than usual. and he’s Always right so you just have to nod.. silently…. trying not to give him side eye……… for the record i think he also takes care of you well during your Time of The Month. tries to be a little more tender because he knows you’re sensitive and doesn’t really want to deal with you crying (he doesn’t like seeing you in distress but that’s a secret)….. makes sure you’re taking ibuprofen. makes sure you get some fresh air. lets you sleep on his lap like a puppy while he reads. places one of his big warm hands on your lower stomach. he’s a little more indulgent i think.

but ok period comfort ASIDE . the random bouts of affection/domesticity….. you Get it anon. i think he’s actually fairly physically affectionate but it’s never something He initiates. he just expects you to know when it’s okay to cling to him and not. so if he pulls you into his lap or covers you in a blanket or whatever you kind of melt a bit…. i DO think he’s a frequent hair-ruffler though. and a serial booper. he’ll mess up your hair and boop your nose and you just have to Deal with it. get booped idiot. (it’s how he shows affection :3)

"Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

AND FINALLY. THIS. i went insane btw. all of these r so real and true anon …. he’s just kind of silly and weird and tiptoes that line between hot and cold. but he Cares for you in his own weird way.

and!!! i don’t think he would ever kill you!!!!! i do think he’d say that last line but only to see your reaction lmao. compared to other jjk villains kenny is never shown killing anyone on a pure whim, obviously he doesn’t Mind doing it but it’s not something i see him doing casually yk?? especially not to someone whose company he genuinely enjoys…. maybe if he thinks he’s getting Too attached to you? :0 idk but!! i feel like kenny keeps you around for as long as he possibly can if he cares for you. spending time with you is important to him. even if he randomly disappears now and then. (if he genuinely Loves you i think there’s a good chance he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and bring you with him LMAO)

BUT YES. i’m OBSESSED with him. thank you soso much for feeding my kenny thoughts anon <333 the kenny talks i’ve been having lately r Really tempting me to finish some kenny fics T_T….. soon.

[ghostherlig]

idk, it's 1 in the morning and i cant sleep but i wanna write- so here's a little thing while im in bed LMAO

passed out writing this and have now finished it during work hours bc im cool like that

John was usually a deep sleeper. Once he was out, he was out, and there wasn't much that could wake him. He needed his beauty sleep, sue a guy for sticking to a schedule--

However, there's a sort of addendum to that statement... the only thing that wakes him up without fail, no matter the time or how deep he may be asleep, was when someone was watching him.

And not like, one of his boyfriends very lovingly giving him a longing gaze, he means full on stalker level staring. Intense, wicked staring, the kind of staring that makes you feel like you can feel the persons eyes rolling over your body like some sick nasty bouncy balls.

Now, you would think something like intense stalker level staring would be strictly for those who can actually see...

"Jesus fucking Christ, Taka," John had jolted awake, sat up and let his fist glow green for some light before he saw a half-pout reflected back at him.

He let his hand go out, laying back in his bed like he had been shot. He heard Taka's feet shuffle against his carpet.

"Get in here, big guy," he murmured, lifting up the sheets and hearing his boyfriend's quiet hum as he crawled into the newly made space.

John sighed when he felt Takahashi start moving him, pushing and pulling before rolling him onto his side with a soft grunt that told John to move. Finally, they settled, Taka having rolled John onto his side just to pull them flush together, back to chest.

"...If you wanted to spoon, you could've just slid in," he tried to joke, but he heard Taka's little sigh, felt his gentle nuzzling and knew it was worse than he thought.

He shimmied out of Taka's firm grip, turning to face him.

"Bad nightmare, baby?" his face softened at Taka's quiet huff, at his non-refusal and silent admission. He felt how his hands untensed against his side at the pet name, hummed when Taka moved to tuck himself under John's chin.

"I've got you, baby, keep you nice n' safe in my arms, alright?" he murmured, his hands sliding to Taka's hair. He pulled his hair pin out, hummed as his hair unfurled from it's tight bun, spilling over his fingers as he massaged at his scalp.

And then it was quiet. All John could register was Taka's quiet breathing, the feel of silky strands between his fingers.

"It's getting long... do you want me to trim it? Just to keep it healthy, wouldn't take more than an inch," he wasn't expecting an answer, so he moved on, "could fix up your beard, too. Just another little trim, get it clean and fresh again... would you let me do your brows?"

Taka was breathing deep and even, John humming at the silence.

"Yeah, bad time to ask..." he couldn't help but smile at his own stupid joke, pressing a kiss to the top of Taka's head, "I love you. I'm glad you come to me now with this... I remember when we used to have bunks next to each other on base,"

It hit him that that was over two decades ago, but he pushed on anyway.

"I couldn't sleep because I was homesick, missed the sun and the comfort food... but I'd hear you through the wall, tossing and turning. I think one night you screamed..."

He never stopped petting Taka's hair. Eventually he moved his hand to trace the shell of his ear, massaging the base of his head.

"I never said anything about it, don't worry," he teased, another smile pulling at his lips as he started to actually relax again.

"But I remember knocking one night... and then it was dead silent. It scared the shit out of me for a hot minute, man. For a while I thought I imagined it but then you got me back for some stupid prank on base by putting me in an invisible box and, well... it didn't take a genius to put two and two together."

John remembers shouting and banging on the wall of the thing, pointing at Taka and trying to signal to anyone that it wasn't a joke.

But he had done a little too much (very high quality, he'd say) miming around base for him to be believed.

"It always felt like, sometimes still feels like, you take on everything yourself. All by yourself. Completely alone." John looked down at the top of Taka's head, his fingers tracing the long striped of gray and white hairs; signs of Taka's age, yes, but also his stress.

"You have me. You've always had me, you know that... just wish you'd have come to me more. You've never had to do it all alone,"

John stared at Taka, untucked him just a little to see his face.

He pulled him back into his chest at the slight shimmer of dried tear streaks, at the now relaxed and content expression he wore despite them.

"I've got you, baby... I'll always have you."

He curled around Taka like a shield, tucking him under him as much as possible, lending him his warmth and his weight in an effort to keep him safe, to keep him here.

"I love you, baby.. my baby."

John couldn't fight how tired he was much longer, pressing kisses to the top of Taka's head before eventually stilling, his breathing deep and even, matching Taka's.

And as soon as he knew John was asleep, Taka shuffled, letting out a shaky sigh and pulling John closer, holding him tighter.

"...I love you too."

[andthebubbles]

im back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so this shall be my full rambly review of wicked, as influenced by the very uncomfy seat, my 3.5ish hours of sleep, and the fact that i've only eaten three small things since i woke up... 7 hours ago........... (i started writing this at 8.30pm) (two mini choc chip biscuits (the arnott's ones) and a salmon cake (is that what it's called? i can't remember. it's the frozen one that you just chuck in the microwave for 1.5 mins))

FIYEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO aghhh jb made me like him. like i said in my first post, WOW I WANTED HIM, WTF @ SELF. THE CHARM WAS JUST THAT GOOD. RUDE. (ofc if he had taken his clothes/shirt off, i would've stopped wanting him............. or WOULD I. HMM ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT hmmm part 2?? haha)

i love that his horse talked. it works well for making it make sense re why he goes to elphaba later... or at least i hope it will. (because that made fuck-all sense in the musical lol.) it made excellent sense for the lion cub!! but i thought he should've cared a bit more about dillamond; however i can also see it working the way i did. so... no real complaints

i like their alternate meeting in the forest, heh. i wanna watch that again!!!

ETA: i also liked that he didn't care that she was green skfjgnkfg

ETA ETA: i also liked that they changed it from the musical; he was a bit mean there ("maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant go"); like, for fiyeraba who basically speedran their dating (they didn't date lmfao), ... yeah, fiyero had to be nicer AND perfect from the start. and intrigued by her. not sure what elphaba sees in him though.................. then again if she's like the rest of us............................. lmaoooo

i need fic about fiyero and his horse. talking to his horse. the horse ofc talking back

i NEEEEEED gliyeraba!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID NOT FEEL THIS AFTER WATCHING THE MUSICAL, BUT I REALLY DO FEEL IT AFTER WATCHING THE MOVIE. UMMMM JUST kjsnkjfgnfg the three of them lounging about on glinda's bed, and fiyero is just soooo happy with all of them being together, and basking in the attention, but also basking in THEM, and just happy to be with them. and glinda is like 'yayyyyy' *kicking her feet* and elphie is like, <33333333333 she has proper friends for the first time in her life!!! and they have lots of threesomes. WHERE'S MY OT3

i always need gelphie, ofc. lmao glinda was coming off as real jealous on the train platform when fiyero was simping for elphie, and glinda was like, excuse me?????????????? (glinda being jealous that she was losing elphie to fiyero, ofc, skjfngkjfn)

ETA: i would also like a fix-it fic. MOREEE FIX-IT FICS SO I CAN HAVE MY OT3 LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER ... TOGETHER

still not a fan of fiyeraba. the lion cub scene, yeah that was nice, but then there was face touching and m/f things happening and HGHRHGH can we not

i said this in the other post but omg jb just fucking lit up the screen; SCREEN PRESENCE ON POINT, dancing skjfngkfjg SOOOO good, i loved seeing his flexibility, AND, i loved seeing it HERE where he should be flexible/you can see he DANCES. when you see it with e.g. anthony, lmaoooo it's like 'why can this viscount bend his back so far backwards' skjnfgkgjffgk

also his singing was just pure sex

his stupid lil wave to elphie

i really wanna watch their first meeting scene again

i really wanna watch the whole of Dancing through life again. it was so amazing

another person i thought had really good screen presence was madame morrible. i didn't expect to like her!! she was great. every time she came on screen, mannn

the girls sing realllyyyy well. i like elphie. but, i'm not sure if it's because i'm already a jb fan, but i did feel like he was lighting up the screen as much as he was. that's probably just because i'm a jb fan skjfgnfkjgk

i just smiledddddddd through his bits in Dancing through life!!! man. i know there's a version out there atm on the interwebs, i'm considering getting it just to rewatch certain bits............... the quality is a bit meh though. idk if it's worth it

i LOVED the Wizard and I. that was so lovely. made me smile. Popular was good too, and What is this feeling. actually, the bits in between sometimes were a bit, eeehhh... like i was just waiting for the next song

all the songs were really good haha. the biggest improvement from musical to film was probably Something bad?? that was actually so good now in the film. Sentimental man is still eeehhhh.

the bit with the monkeys and the pain of the transformation is iirc a LOT clearer than what it was on stage. but i think that's understandable because you don't get close-ups there

so, haha, why were there no flying monkeys when elphie and glinda were up on the balcony thing after the hot air balloon had gone down

the hot air balloon and its fiery demise was a very good excuse to continue singing and not have the viewer/me being like, ahhh hellooo? are you not being chased??

Defying gravity, the end part....................................... i mean. i think if i'd never seen the musical, i would've been fine with it. i'm pretty fine with it. i think it's fine. sometimes i think i have too good a memory of the musical, so i start comparing the two, to the film's somewhat!detriment

One short day is even more amazing in the film version. and i liked the og cameos

No one mourns the wicked was good too. i feel like all the songs improved from the musical lol........................ apart from maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe Defying gravity. i just like the seamless ending part, not the gaps in it...

fiyero flirting with everyone is EVERYTHING. pan!fiyero!!! <3

anyway if i think off more to add i will eta it here~

ETA: it was so lovely to see jb on the big screen!!!! HE HAS SUCH PRESENCE, i am genuinely considering going to see jurassic world when it comes out now lol

ETA: i LOVE the mood change from One short day to when they go into the wizard's... tower thing... and all the locking doors! ominoussss

the costumes were great btw. highlights were glinda's pink dress (the first one), the costumes that chenoweth and menzel wore, and fiyero's blue outfit with the gold (bronze?) patterns and the boots. aaaaaaaaaaaaagh

ETA: naturally with my hearing (audio processing lmao) i missed everything the horse said... where is the transcript! haha

ETA: i LOVED nessarose and boq's dance!

ETA: ohh!! why did they miss glinda's joke with the wand where she smacks it on her hand and is like "is this thing on??"

ETA: im so sorry why is the last part of the lion cub scene so funny skjfgkjfgkkg pls "you're bleeding" "am i" and then sfgfjgk why does he flinch (that could be a fic!) and then he chickens out from(?) kissing her and just runs off into the fucking woods, halp, where exactly is he taking that cub to safety???? ksjkggk does he know the secret Animal hideout; oh well maybe his horse does!!!

btw shiz is a really nice uni, architecture-wise? and the location. and the water!! and the random dried up ocean (?) out the back lmao

[obsessedwiththedragonprince]

So I've watched the first three seasons of TDP a while ago, randomly decided it needed a rewatch, somehow realised it got two additional seasons while i wasn't looking and now I need a place to vent my random thoughts.

I watched around a season a day and i just have to watch the se3 finale tomorrow and I'll catch up with what I've seen so far. When I see the 4th and 5th seasons I'll probably going to start spewing a lot of random shit so beware.

First of all. FIRST EPISODE AND CLAUDIA IS READING LOVE AMONGST THE DRAGONS?!

Second. I shipped Amaya and Janai hard the first time around already but this is so good. Like Janai's sister dying? Prolly my favourite scene so far. (Btw I'm spoiler free for seasons 4 and 5 except i googled ship name for them and saw a picture of them kissing so i know that's canon. Would honestly feel cheated and insulted if it wasn't.) Also the translator is such a cinnamon roll.

There are sooo many lovable characters in this series. I love Amaya and Soren most I think but everyone has such good arcs!!

Like Claudia being manipuated by Viren? I really like how her corruption comes from her love for Viren. I also loved how Soren is seen as the slower one out of them but she's more naive when it comes to their father.

The scene where Soren leaves her and she says "Don’t make me choose! Not again."? Right in the feels man.

Also sending my love to Bait! The guy deserves some love! I felt really bad for him during that scene on the ship when he felt like he was replaced by Zym and then when Callum invited him to come and he was so happy?? Like my heart? And then he basically goes and becomes a parental figure to Zym.

Oh that reminds me. What was the captain's name? I can't remember but i recognised it in those texts in the beginning when important people who work on the series are written so. Fun.

Also Gren is so random but I hope we'll see more of him. Loved his friendship with Amaya even if it had like two minutes of screentime.

I'm trying to think of everything that went through my head during the watching. Um.

Oh! Aaravos (is that correct?) What's up with that dude? And I didn't go back to check but in Harrow's letter to Callum he said that cube is a key sth connected to Aavaros and that he's a powerful mage and knows all six arcanums? So I'm wondering where that'll go. But he'll prolly be the final villain instead of Viren? We'll see ig. And a stupid thought but i just imagined him being somehow stuck in the cube? And my brain automatically got the idea that to open it all six sides must be activated(glowing) at the same time? I dunno what my brain is on atm but this exists in my head now.

And what happened with Ezran's abdication? Like why did he do it? What did anyone gain from that? Were the others supposed to leave them alone just because he did it? Dunno.

Also Aanya is so cool. Really love how she has a brain you know?

Also who was the guy who first deserted when the option was offered? Cause I know we saw him before but idk where. Wait he's not the guy Rayla spared is he? That would make some sense but i know we see the guy who deserts at least once in the throne room? I'm confused.

Also all kings and queens are dead so who's leading all the other armies beside Kasef(is it Kasef?)? Why don't we meet them?

Also Corvus is great and I love how he just goes along with everything Ezran does. You're a weird king Ezran.

This is so random but how was that vet supposed to know how fast an unhatched dragon's heartbeat is supposed to be? Just seemed funny to me.

Also i think the first time around i didn't like Soren in the beginning but now i loved him from the first scene when he helps Callum show off in front of Claudia.

I'll be back in the morning but right now I'll have to finish this rant cause i went to bed like two hours ago and couldn't sleep so this happened lmao.

[awesomesaucem]

About-Face

Chapter three of The Wanting Comes in Waves (19,651 words)

Marianne stumbles onto more questions than answers as she unwittingly falls into a new routine. Stranger and stranger still, she pries at pieces of this puzzle she didn't want to be a part of in the first place.

Word Count for Chapter: 6,878

Woof what a break! I have returned once again with this fuckery. Also remember that post I made about having at least 10k words this chapter? Yeaaahhhh sorry. Just go ahead and redact all that.

Anyway, I did kinda rush this at the end so sorry if there's some awkward moments here or there. I currently do not have a beta reader (nudge nudge, wink wink) and chatgpt is down so I got zero feedback on this update. Hope its ok oof.

a/n for chapter: me months and months ago: hmm i think i can update on a weekly basis... me now: LMAO BITCH YOU THOUGHT Many apologies and thanks for patience with me here yall. I am alive and well for the most part. Work is painful. School is painful. You know how that goes. To make up for it, you see that handy little chapter number update? yeahhhh shits plotted OUT. So much is planned for this fic it's not even funny anyway BUCKLE UP. THE ANGST WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILLY enjoy, babies. And as always-thank you for reading :)

The clang of workers’ routine stole Marianne from a sleep she wasn’t aware of falling into in the first place. Rattling of pots and pans; scrubbing, scraping. Singing. Nothing like the morning before where there were only leering eyes and sinking feelings. Slicing open the padding beneath her, she slid her knife between the hay and silently prayed over it once again. It’s gone through quite enough with her already, but their knowledge of her treasure could very well mean death. Her breath clouded for a moment, deciding the blanket should join her for the day; not only as extra warmth but she would take all the layers of protection she could get. Still unbound and unwatched, she tried the door only to be met with the raised fist of Steph seemingly about to knock. They both stared in an abashed beat of silence. 

“The Captain sent me,” she offered as explanation. “You’ve been quiet all day.”  

“All day?” She looked around outside at the hard working crew. “I guess I slept a little late, huh?”

Steph's gaze hardened in both confusion and concern. “You mean you’re just now waking up? We all had lunch a few hours ago. Someone brought you some, but they said you weren’t hungry,” she recalled. Her tone shifted immediately into something more urgent. “Did no one come to check on you? Who did you speak to?” Nearly each word was punctuated with a heavy step forward pushing them both into the room. 

“Uh, I-” Marianne was more confused than intimidated by the rapid interrogation. “I’m not sure.” She thought briefly to her dreamless sleep, not noting any visitors of significance. If someone had spoken in her room, she wasn’t aware of it.  “I don’t remember, I'm sorry.” Steph snatched her wrist in hand and led her to the bed. In the other was a bundle of jars and rags with some metal instruments thrown into the mix as well. 

“Girl’s sorry,” she grumbled under her breath. “Beaten and slept for days, not eating, and she’s sorry.” Her calloused hands lightly tugged the hem of Marianne’s tunic. “Up. I need to look at you.”

Stunned, she shot a glance to the open door and back to Steph in a silent plea. Without even looking behind her, her boot clanged against the wood and shut it with a click. Her brows shot up. Better? they ask. 

Her own shaking hands gripped the edge of her tunic in response and pulled upward to reveal mottled purples and yellows from the days prior. Any scrapes from Roland's boots or the dirty floor were mostly cleaned during last night's bath. Marianne knew time and rest were needed to heal the hurt beneath the surface, but Steph had to make sure. She was expecting far worse if her supplies gave indication, but Marianne meant nothing to her; this was most likely an order from the Captain. But then again, she was a prize to be hand delivered. If she was broken on arrival, someone would surely pay for it. Without a legitimate reason to argue, she allowed her wounds to be dressed. 

Steph worked in trained concentration. Softly yet methodically she prodded at the watercolor of blood beneath skin searching for anything more dire. Mostly she worked in silence except for the occasional hiss from Marianne at a particularly harsh poke which was met by an apologetic hum from her surveyor. Wraps of cloth soaked in liquid smelling strongly of rum and menthol were drug across her ribs and chest, wretching a muffled cry from Marianne as it seeped into any weeping lesions it found. The harsh burn subsided into a warm sting as Steph finally deemed her attentions enough and bound her sternum in fresh cloth.

“That should be enough for now. Nothing I haven’t seen, nothing I can’t mend,” she chatted, packing up her supplies. “You’re tougher than you look, you know,” she added.

“I know,” she retorted, keeping her eyes downcast at their hands. 

Steph scoffed at her cockiness, nudging her knuckles lightly against her chin to tilt her gaze skyward.  

“Oh, I know. Quite the tiger you are,” she laughed. “Got the Captain worked up for sure.”

That caught her attention. 

“The Captain,” she began precariously.  “Who is he? I mean who is he really?” The silence that followed was uneasy for the both of them. Cocking her head, she searched for any answer she could find in the stoic woman’s eyes. “You know something. Tell me.” It wasn’t a question. But if there was a time for answers, it would be now. She was tired of being left in the dark. Steph’s cordial demeanor soured immediately into forced professionalism. 

“He is our Captain. What more is there?” A single heavy palm braced the mattress to steady herself as she excused herself from the bed to take her leave. For as strong as she was in a fight, she seemed to turn away from conversation. “Try not to sleep on your right side, girl. Nothing’s broken but you’ll be feelin’ it for a while.”

Marianne nodded, ignoring the defensive change of topic and busied her hands with whatever scraps that ended up left behind. The quick muttering and shuffling at the door caught her attention once more as the very same Captain was at the threshold exchanging knowing looks with Steph as she stepped around him. The tension, unfortunately, stayed behind with Marianne.

“So, er,” he scrambled for words at Steph’s leave. “I take it you’re faring much better, then?” 

She rubbed at the phantom twinge of chains that have long since sunk into deep, murky waters and hummed low in her throat. 

“I am.” 

As watched as she felt, she made sure to observe in equal measure the ferine creature whose kindness shown in the decimation of men and possession of their wives. 

“You gave us all quite the scare. I know this is less than ideal, but my will toward you is not unkind if you’ll believe it.”  

Loitering uncomfortably, he continued. 

“Roland joined us today as well. Asking for you.” 

Fear and anger alike bubbled in her throat.

“What words in any of the realms would I have to exchange with that wretch -”

“None,” he yielded a hand to interrupt. “The last thing I need is two extra bodies on board who can’t control themselves. Now get dressed. You’re due to pull some weight around here unless you’d rather join him in the bilge.” 

___

Before she could even think, a week went by. Then another. Day after day of choring, hearty food, and good conversation passed by in a comfortable blur. As it turns out, they were remarkably self-sustainable. Nothing was wasted aboard the ship and everything had a use. They also were thoroughly prepared from the chickens living below deck to the seemingly endless potable water that never refrained from surprising her. Scuppers were even plugged up to collect any rain water and sheep's pelts hung alongside the sails to catch morning dew each day. This plus the two months of fresh water they started with granted them surplus amounts for bathing, washing, or cooking. Much to Marianne’s satisfaction, someone let slip that the Captain was indeed from the mountains and used heavy blocks of ice to immensely extend the lives of their perishables until they melted and joined the stock as well. There are only so many uses you can get from the same water, however. If she wasn’t as exhausted and filthy as she was her first night on board, she would have realized the thin layer of cooking oil that went unnoticed among the soaps before she sunk into it. But she was clean despite any impurities of the water. And more importantly, she was grateful. 

Since it was made very clear she would have a purpose on board after she was able, they wasted no time at all putting her to work. The little experience she had doing work of any kind limited her options of positions, yet they made do with her. Peeling potatoes isn’t exactly skilled labor. Mending and sewing were also available tasks and those too required the skill she was thankful to have. Those less fortunate with the knowledge muttered swears and hisses during their feeble attempts at stitching and took her back to a time when her fingers were also as bandaged up as her newfound friends’. While Brutus wouldn’t mind a needle, his hands weren’t exactly dainty nor dextrous.

As the days turned into nights, her unease gradually dissipated and without her permission she became as tamed as a mangy stray with a full belly. As her aches and pains left, so did her ferocity. One of the shiphands even taught her to play some obscure, backstreet card game where they played for extra pieces of meat and scraps of fabric. She still didn’t quite understand the rules in its entirety, but she seemed to be winning. The other players traded knowing glances which is when she realized they were letting her win, the bastards! They want to play shady? Marianne could play shady. Hamming it up, she trashed a few bluffs and discarded some wilds completely by accident, oh my! and snuck a few more winnings into her pile. This only seemed to egg them on more. If she actually paid attention to the rules, more winnings was actually not how to win, if you would believe it, and she walked away with nothing after all. Her own fault for not expecting pirates to play dirty, really. Grumbling, she pushed away from the crate-turned-table and excused herself to her quarters. One of the more skilled players snuck her a snack or two as she left as thanks for keeping them entertained for a moment or two. Nothing too indulgent. They were known for sneaking a piece of crusty bread or salted meat into their pockets now and again, but she appreciated the gesture all the same. 

She supposed it was time to give these brutes their deserved grace as she’d harshly misjudged them from the start. The very same group that tore a military vessel entirely to pieces was the very same group that looked on her scars and snuck her little things to sink her teeth in. Each passing day became that much more comfortable. That much less spent anticipating the next disaster. Falling into routine proved easier than she could have predicted when she wasn’t constantly fearing for her life. 

More and more was she fully content to stay in this dream and never wake. No more tutors or disapproving glances from her father. No more wondering who she’ll bribe next to let her sneak out night after night. Whether she meant to or not, she had found a funny kind of freedom here at sea. But then again there was still a warm bed at home waiting for her. It was fun to dream, but what happens when the other shoe drops? You’re still a prisoner here. Nothing has changed. Just as a stray never forgets its fight no matter the hand that feeds it, Marianne never forgot her blade still hidden and discrete.  

Her trek back to her chambers was interrupted by clattering somewhere down around the bilge. She wasn’t allowed down in that part of the ship as that was where supplies and Roland of all things were kept, but she didn’t care to explore around the filth anyway. There were only so many potatoes you could look at. The clanging grew louder, drawing the attention of the rest of the crew. Suddenly everything halted as Roland himself clamored up to the main deck. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. 

Someone who was so vain about his appearance had never looked more haggard. His clothes were shredded and filthy and plastered to his frame with far too much sweat which showed the awkward angle of his shoulders jutting out from beneath them. Arms bound behind his back, he could do not much else but stare and panic. A long dried trail of blood lined his temple and was flaked away in some places, but held clumps of hair to his face against their will. Bare feet stumbled as he turned, frantically, looking for any last minute hiding places or methods of escape. Resembling more a deranged animal than a Navy Captain, a bitter satisfaction simmered from deep within Marianne. She was a captive, but he was the real prisoner. No one even had the chance to grab him before Boggart slunk out of his quarters to see just what the excitement was all about. Roland went from deranged beast to cornered snake at the sight of the man and instantly regressed to a floundering mess. 

“N-n-now Crowley, please, let’s discuss this like gentlemen. I’m sure there’s been some mistake, here. I truly do admire you greatly and sir, ‘n I just don’t understand how I’ve offended you to this point-I really don’t!”   

Everyone's attention turned to behind the sniveling rat as Thad, the meek quartermaster,  finally caught up with hands on his knees and heaving breaths in between words of “sorry, sir” and “too fast!” Boggart surveyed the broken man and offered him a glance holding everything from anger to disappointment as he stepped forward. 

“Mmh,” he grunted. “Not so lucky I found you though, Roland.” Keeping his chin tucked, he tried constraining his words to a minimum clumsily slipping into his false accent without proper warning. Marianne said nothing to indicate the switch but smiled to herself as Roland sagged to his knees in submission. 

“Whatever I’ve done, I’ll right it!” He begged. “You’re reasonable, sir. Intelligent and reasonable and, and-”

 A click of a pistol silenced his whining as the cold barrel was pressed to his temple. 

“That’s quite enough, Captain. My business is my business and you’ll endure. Do you know why that is?” 

Roland swiftly shook his head, flinging his sweat-matted hair free from his cheek. 

“Because animals endure. And what do we do with a sick animal, men? ” His eyes and pistol remained on the poor bastard at his feet as he addressed his crew. 

“We put ‘em down!” Many voices shouted from their various positions on deck. 

“We put ‘em down.” His teeth were on full display in all their voraciousness.  Roland’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

“No! Sir, please!” He pleaded, openly weeping. But Marianne saw through his crocodile tears. She knew this man would only beg for his life just because it was something he could take. There was no value to it, only consequence. Boggart finally turned his cool gaze her way, nearly freezing her along with it. 

“What say you, Marianne? Does he live to see another day?”

Rolland turned his wallowing to her as well along with each other pair on the ship. 

“I,” she considered. On the one hand, he’ll never exist in her life again. His demanding hands will never touch another living soul; no longer grasping in the dark desperate for tithings. She, and all others, will be free of him as long as they too exist. Yet his teary, snake-like eyes bore into her anxiously awaiting the decision of the woman he owned-at least for a time. Her vows made in lace and satin and glittering things under her father’s scrutinous eye urged for her hesitation. For eternity, she promised. Forsaking all others. 

“Come on, Marianne,” he whispered in one last solicitation. The air stilled. 

“Girl?” Boggart whispered, urging for a decision. 

She too shook her head, almost in a panic, as dread pooled any and everywhere it could worm its way into her from head to toe. The short snapping of the hammer disengaging awarded Roland his undeserved reprise as his own dreadful feelings left him in a breathy and relieved sigh. 

“Oh, Marianne! How I adore you, believe me. You know I’d do anything to make this right,” he bowed his head to the dirty floor and blubbered into the planks while Boggart rolled his eyes at the display. Turning to look behind him at the girl who spared such a lowly creature his eyes were uncertain, but firm. Disapproving, yet understanding. 

With his back turned, Roland seized his opportunity to lurch up and dart for anywhere other than at the feet of his subjugator. The crew shouted their alarm and scrambled to subdue the man again, but Boggart raised a halting hand in favor of words as well as his weapon. 

“Roland, I give you this last chance,” he warns over the noise at the rat zig-zagging through the deck searching for sanctuary. His words go unheard, however, as he darts and weaves behind barrels and crates, trying to find somewhere, anywhere that will grant him a few extra precious seconds of life. 

“Please, lad,” he whispers in one last warning, forgetting his false inflection for a breath.  

Finally heeding, Roland suddenly whips his head around eyes wide in recognition and stretches his mouth wide to utter accusatory words otherwise interrupted by the unanticipated firing of a gun sending its bullet right between the poor man’s eyes.  

Marianne bit her tongue at the viscera as she witnessed the death of her husband for a second time. 

Pocketing his handgun, Boggart sneered at the mess while the burn of spent gunpowder dissipates. 

“S-sir, he…” Thad gasped meekly from where he stood to the rails. 

“I know,” he avowed.

More knowing exchanges eluded Marianne as so much secrecy was had in such an intimate crew. One moment she was jesting along with her shipmates and the next it was like a haze shrouded them, separating her entirely. It was frustrating. It was nerve wracking. 

It’s annoying is what it is.  

“Thad!” He barks at the still-heaving man. “Clean up this eyesore, will you?” 

“Of course, sir,” he pants. “But first you need to see the bilge.”

Boggart sighs, smoothing over his beard very much irked.

“What’s wrong with the bilge, Thadius?” 

He squirms under his unhappy Captain’s glare. 

“Well, it’s uh,” he struggles for words until Steph wrecks an elbow into his ribs forcing them out.

“Underwater! It’s underwater, Captain,” he sputters. “Roland kicked through some loose boards as a distraction. We need to dock for repairs.” 

His jaw clenched and unclenched in disdain, fighting the urge to tear into the small man. 

“We had just resupplied some two weeks ago, mate. I didn’t plan for an emergency stop in our schedule.” 

“Well, we’re going to have to. At least a quarter of the new chicks have drowned already and that’s not even counting the water we’ve taken on.” 

Thinking of any second options, Boggart resolves to stamp past the crew. 

“Hoist the mains, gentlemen!” He bellows, forgoing reason. “Ready to ground!” 

While Thad did his best not to heave at the blood underfoot, the rest of the crew scrambled to ready the masts and gather everything they needed to ready the ship for land leaving Marianne to process. Luckily the winds were favorable and they found a quaint little alcove far away from any form of civilization in no time at all. Immediately after reaching land, the ramp was tossed.

The ramp leading to the shore was caked in sand from the years of use. Crates and barrels of dry goods and sleep mats were carried arm to arm by meandering shiphands as Marianne watched them all. The chill of early Spring was holding everyone tightly still sending a wave of ice through to her bones and shivering, she looked to the emerging stars in the twilight. Long, winding shadows were cast from the conifer border to the inland. In fact, the treeline wasn’t too far from the shore and looked thick enough to get lost in. She leaned closer over the creaking railing to judge the distance. If she managed to get past the already busy crew, she’d just need to sprint through the brush. Far enough inward and they’d have less and less of a chance to capture her twice. A hand at her shoulder startled her from her dangerous train of thought - it seems her musings caused her to roam perfectly in the way of the workings that reminded her so much of ants. Murmuring an apology, she resumed her positioning off to the side and firmly out of the way. 

Each member of the crew had something different in their arms. All crates and containers of sorts but each was meticulously labeled in stark, bold lettering burned into the sides. Dried meats, flour, tools, what have you were passed down one by one. Everyone had a job to do but her. Next, a metal cage with several of the surviving chickens was pushed to the ramp inspiring her. Everyone was busy after all. All she’d need was a distraction and her knife. 

___

Sand squished between her toes as her legs carried her as far and fast as they physically could while she ignored the howling behind her mixed with panicked cackling of the startled fowl. Harsh winds whipped and whirled around her, almost guiding her forward as she couldn’t get it into her lungs fast enough. Bobbing and winding through the dense wood, she didn’t dare look behind her, couldn’t afford it. If she had, she’d see the sliver of a thin hand silently halting the rest of his crew as a single man stepped into the trees. 

Heartbeat thundering in her ears, she finally slowed to catch her breath in heady gulps. The pounding in her chest matched that in her head, but she was too far gone to stop now. Now was not the time for giving up. Resting against a nearby tree she thought about the stories she would tell Dawn when she finally returned home; the crying they would do. The fear they would both put into their father. She could weep at the almost taste of her mother’s recipes just out of reach. Her bed, her blades, her sister, all seemingly paces away. Did she have any sense of where to go in the heavy foliage? Absolutely not. But all she really needed was to put enough distance between her and the creatures at her back. All she needed was an unfamiliar face and the promise of reward and she’d be home. 

A nearby snapping of twigs broke her from the fantasy. Catching her breath somewhere between her heart and her lungs she waited; hands clasped at her lips to not even let the fog of breath escape. Scratching bark to her back shielded her from any searching eyes as she counted the urgent beating of her heart. Rather than haunted by the ever persistent threat of Roland’s men, she was instead hunted, rather, by a fresh threat of her own creation. The wheezing of trapped breath behind her palms threatened to reveal her; remaining calm must take priority. One, two, three, four, five, six. She counted with each stampeding beat. One, two, three, four, five, six.  Leaves crunch from behind the nearby brush. Onetwo, threefour, fivesix.  A scurrying of something much smaller than her from ahead, frightened. Onetwothreefourfivesix. The shadow of strong shoulders and hooked nose hovered behind her sanctuary and for an instant there was nothing for her to count. Just as he rounded the edge of the trunk, she bolted once more revealing her position but willing her legs to test their limits and ignored the fire in her lungs. 

The Captain hollered triumphantly and soared after her, his own legs that were much longer and stronger granted him just enough extra speed to gain on her and close the distance. With a roar that mingled alongside her yelp, his deft fingers gripped the back of her tunic and pulled sending her flying backward and landing harshly on the cold ground. Luckily she kept her breath which she used to scream every obscenity she could recall while he pinned her beneath him.

His breath was hot in her face as she bucked and struggled against his unwavering grasp. She was all nails and teeth and elbows, and she wondered exactly what the rest of the crew was thinking back at the beach. Fallen needles of pine and spruce dug into her back, threatening to pierce the flesh there and she remembered her scabbard that has survived all this time hidden at her hip. She snuck a hand downward to reach for her undetected defenses to at least even out the fight. A flash of astonishment, panic, and something else entirely washed over his face as he narrowly dodged a swipe of the blade and with gritted teeth, placed all of his weight on a knee at her stomach. She cried out once again. His long dexterous fingers held her wrist in a bruising grip only to slam the offending hand in the dirt once, twice until the hilt slipped from her grasp.

“No!” She cried. “Please!”  But she was already flipped to her front, face shoved into the dirt beneath them.

“Stupid girl,” Boggart snarled, pinning her arm to her back forcing her shoulder into an arduous position. “Had that with you the whole time, did you? Incompetent Roland couldn’t be bothered to search you over?” 

“Fuck you!”  Marianne spit behind her only to be met with grit at her lips once more.

“Such a filthy mouth on a pretty thing like you,” he leaned down to whisper, whisker gruff prickling her neck and shoulder. “Now I see why he liked you so much.”

He palms the blade, and with one hand binding both wrists forcefully tugs her to her feet. On clumsy footing, she stumbled to escape his grasp but he whistled low in warning.

“Be good,” he grunted. “Wouldn’t want to spill your own blood on that knife, would you?”

Exhausted from the chase, she hung her head low and trudged onward. She would either be killed here or back at the ship-at least this way she could see one last sunset. 

She hadn’t recalled how far from the shore she had taken them as the walk back was much longer than anticipated. His hold on her never faltered nor were words exchanged. Just the Captain’s thickly accented mutterings in an unfamiliar language filled the silence their sand dampened steps wished for. Once they reached the shore, the crew’s work became more leisure than anything to sneak a nosy glimpse or two at the both of them as Marianne was shoved up the ramp. There she resumed her struggles of hurling swears hoping at least to hurt him with words rather than blades. Long, spindly fingers gripped her wrist much too tightly while her legs frantically rushed to catch up to his long strides as he drug her through the cavity of the ship. Once they reached her chambers, she was roughly hurled across the threshold, scraping her knees against the wooden floor. Clutching her wrist to her chest didn’t soothe the ache nor the fingertip shaped bruises forming there. In their first meeting, Marianne was spiteful. She wasn’t afraid of death then; she wasn’t afraid of pain. Now with tear-stained cheeks she watched the dreaded creature staring predatory in the doorway and understood they were one and the same.  

“Now you’ll be a good little butterfly and think before you try flying away from me again," he scoffed,  boxing her in.

“You can’t just keep me here!” She shouted from when she lay crumpled on the floor. “You aren’t taking me to Jones and you’re not keeping me for yourself!”

Boggart turned to meet her scowl, puzzled.

“I’m not your crew. I don’t know what I am to you, but I’m not going to be your prisoner anymore,” she sobbed. Watching her tremble from the watery words and Boggart softened his gaze in something that could’ve resembled guilt. “And don’t you dare touch me again or I’ll-”

He barks out a laugh. 

“You’ll do what, girl? Kill me? With this?” He admires her prized dagger in the moonlight, catching the beautiful glint reflecting off the metal and curbing the reignited, unfettered rage in his eyes.

 “Not anymore.” 

He hums in thought. 

“It's a pretty thing, really,” he growls watching the light refract through a quartz embedded in the hilt. Marianne helped Dagda pick out the stone when her cheeks were rose-tinted and her father was her world. “I’d like to think I should keep this; add it to my collection. Much too pretty to be wasted on silly noble girls.” The thought of losing the best treasure sent Marianne spiraling. She scrambled on her hands and knees to try and reclaim it, to try anything, but the blade was instead spun around to press its tip firmly at her throat. The Captain’s hand was steady. No sign of hesitancy shown in his eyes while she wept.

“None of that again. Escaping to the trees with stolen weaponry is so unbecoming of a lady,” he spat. “I hope you enjoyed your little adventure because it was the last free breath you’ll ever draw again.” He withdrew the blade and puffed out an amused laugh to himself. “You know,” he whispered to her crumpled body on the ground and lifted her gaze by the hair, just as Roland had done once before. “You’re a pretty thing too. Maybe I'll keep you as well.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her anguished expression as he closed and locked the door behind him, plunging her into darkness once again.

___

It must’ve been hours. They were still docked, but the laughter and crackling of campfire separated her from the crew she’d grown to care for from where they ate together on the beach. The crew that saw her as an equal. Stupid, she thought. He’d made no move to hurt her until now. None of them did. And now, thanks to her impulse, she was right back where she started. Trapped. Alone. And now she’s lost her only piece of home to her captor. Her skinned knees had long since crusted over, but she was still so incredibly sore from running as she never had to do in life. While impulsive, it was her only chance at freedom after she had already been given so much. Who knows if she’ll ever be allowed to see the sun again? The setting of heavy boots and the unbolting of a lock held the answer for her. Uncharacteristically timid, Boggart crowded the doorway and she couldn’t help but flinch.  

“I..erm,” he began awkwardly. 

Marianne just stared.

“Brutus found some wild greens and uh, made a stew. Everyone seems to like it.” His words apparently have found him. 

Blinking up at him, she held enough quiet for the both of them.

“It’s getting late and you still need to eat, so,” he stuffs his hands into his pockets. “I’m asking you to eat. With everyone.”

His hollow laugh that bounced off the trees echoes through her mind as she narrows her gaze. 

“You want me to eat with you?”

“With everyone, yes.” 

“I thought I was never to draw a free breath again,” she challenged, articulating each and every sound. 

Pursing his lips, frustrated, he leaves her a sliver of space at his side to follow him out into the ship.

“And I thought you were able to be trusted to stay manageable in these past few weeks. Especially since you’ve been armed all this time, I half expected you to be as senseless and shortsighted much sooner.” Dramatically, he flourishes his hand to beckon her. “Now would you like to eat or not?”

Against every voice in her mind screaming in opposition, she stands to her feet. 

The walk to the beach wasn’t as awkward as she expected. The silence was appreciated by both of them as he guided her to the fire using his own sheer size to lead her without any argument. A few questioning eyes looked up from their drinks, but lingered reticently. Those who chose not to acknowledge them, kept to their comradery and focused on whatever tall tale was being shared around this time. Soup was slurped and ale was spilled just like all other nights back on the ship, omitting the sand beneath their feet. A bowl was nudged into her lap along with her share of ale.

It was a rich looking broth smelling earthy and fulfilling. Having spent all her energy scurrying and weeping, her stomach gurgled urging her to drink. She of course indulged, all but groaning in satisfaction the second the spiced broth hit her tongue. The fats of chicken and walnut melded beautifully with the hearty greens and wild spices that accompanied the charred smoke of the roaring fire they all huddled around. The thick glue of a porridge that Roland fed her was lifetimes away from her now as she guzzled down the stew. Brutus smirked in that pompous way only an artist could while she damn near licked the bowl clean. 

The crew continued on with their storytelling's and singings, with the occasional shanty Marianne hummed along to having spent her nights evading palace guards and slumming with her most favorite peasant friends in backwater pubs. Vaguely impressed, Boggart snuck glances at her pretending not to know the words. Eventually, a voice piped up insisting on the Captain’s turn with a song. Boos and cheers rang around the blaze.

“You know he don’t sing,” gruffed one of the men. 

“He’s too stubborn,” Steph griped, elbowing Thad sitting to her right. Light jeering erupts, settling at the Captain clearing his throat.

Marianne almost mourned the boisterousness from moments before as a tension settled heavy as a fog over the camp while he sang. Eyes lidded and shoulders stiff, their Captain recited what must have been some ancient lullaby from a time before life made him so cruel as he sang as if each word were a prayer. The melody flowed from his lips like rich wine and enthralled, she managed to only capture the last few lines: 

She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;

    And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips

Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,

    Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips.

Solome here, here ’s were called and in the silence that followed his melody, the last of the stragglers retired for the evening bidding goodnight’s and farewell’s leaving just the Captain and his ward.

“Who was she?” She whispered, aching to fill the quiet. “The woman who made you feel this way.” 

“Hmm? Oh,” he blushed. “No one.” Dowcast, he tossed a twig into the flames and watched it burn. 

“You cannot be serious.” She tried not to smile. “You’re just always this morose?”

“Easy,” he teases. “Yes, I’m serious.” He retrieves a pipe from his breast pocket and lights it with a smoldering piece of kindling, taking a long drag as if the bitter herb could conjure the words for him. “It’s the only memory I have left of my mother before she passed. Sang it to me every night, nearly.”

“Oh,” she somberly replied, not used to being on the other side of this conversation. “It was beautiful, your singing.” 

He huffs out smoke.

“Thank you. The crew always wants me to join in on their amusement, but I never oblige. This was my way of telling them all to fuck off.”

Marianne snorts into her tankard. 

“Besides, that was a love that was never meant for me,” he continued. “She would dance with my Father in the candlelight after tucking me in. I used to sneak out and watch them every night. Always thought that was the closest thing we had to magic.” 

Forcing the change in subject, he reached a hand into his coat to retrieve a wrapped bundle to pass into her lap unceremoniously. Wordless, she unwraps the fabric to reveal her blade back in her possession. Her eyes question him where her voice can’t find the strength to. 

“You could’ve had me earlier, you know. Back in the forest?” He coughs, continuing. “If I was just a tad slower you’d have had it buried in my neck quicker ‘n you should’ve,” he laughed. “Quite embarrassing. Glad I had the rest wait for us back at the beach; no doubt you’d be long gone by now.” Not able to bring his own eyes to meet hers, he settles for mouthing at the wooden lip.

“I don’t…” Marianne shook her head at both his admission and gesture as neither made any remote sense to her. 

“You’re quite confident with it; from what I’ve seen anyway.” He takes the blade from where it lay untouched in her lap to manipulate the hilt in his hands. “It’s tarnished, but sharp. It’s taken care of, clearly.” 

She nods an affirmative. Her swordsmith back home got fed up with her asking to have it sharpened so often that he finally just taught her how to do it herself. She couldn’t ask anyone else for help anyway. Sharpening her dagger became a meditation, but it was also a matter of pride. 

“Listen, girl,” his voice came once again much more stern. “There was no sign of you being on that ship with him. Things weren’t supposed to happen this way.” 

“How were they supposed to happen then?”

“That’s complicated.” 

Marianne scoffs. “That’s a word that keeps getting tossed around and I’m sick of hearing it. Everyone around here seems to know something I don’t.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Well I’m tired of it,” her voice wavers, frustration evident. “I’ve done everything I was supposed to for hell, however long I’ve been here. I’ve washed your damned laundry, scrubbed your damned deck. I think I finally deserve an answer.”

Boggart sighs in indignation. “Aye. ‘Suppose you do.” 

He takes a long drag of his pipe, stalling. 

“There’s something much bigger than your little honeymoon going on here. It’s been in the works for some time now and,” he sucks in a breath. “I’m sorry you got mixed up in it all.”

“Tell me,” she pleaded.

“I can’t. Wish I could.”

“Why not?” 

“‘Fraid I can’t say.” His smile never reaches his eyes. 

Marianne thinks for a beat. 

“Then why did you kill Roland but not me? If I’ve already stumbled into too much, then why keep another mouth to feed on board?”

Boggart chews the inside of his cheek in contemplation. 

“Because he’s wronged me and you haven’t.”

“Wronged you how?”

Another drag.

“Let’s just say I’ve been trespassed and invaded. And I’m not amused.” 

Marianne grins, taking her blade back from him. 

“I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior then.”

“I don’t know if the chickens’ll believe you, but,” Boggart sucks his teeth. “About that. Don’t run again.”

She peers up, puzzled. 

“You know too much already whether you believe it or not. And whether you like it or not, you must stay until everything is finished. There’s far too much I’ve gambled to let you ruin it.” 

“And why should I trust you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“Stubborn just like her father,” he spits under his breath. 

“You don’t know my father, you filthy-”

“Watch yourself,” he warns. “And do not mistake this kindness for weakness, I knew your father very well,” He sighs. “A little too well.”

“My father is a worm, but he’d never stoop to associate with pirates.”

“Give me some credit please, I wasn’t as cruel then.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“‘M afraid that’s a tale for another time.” 

He glances at her finally, grateful for her milding temper.

“Look,” he sighs. “I have no reason to bring any harm to you. But if you run like that again, you’ll be forcing my hand, do you understand?”

Fully heeding this warning, she nods.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I won’t run again.” 

He nods in kind, accepting her answer and tosses another log on the fire. 

“Good.” 

The flames crackle in her brief flash of consideration. 

“Will I ever see my family again?” She questions, hoping.

Miraculously, he nods.

“You have my word. I’ll take you to them myself.” 

“Good,” she echoes. 

Together they finish the night in silence watching the flames lick at sandy logs and flitting smoke dance up, up, up into the sky until it cannot be witnessed by any living thing any longer. 

Much later into the night, so much so that it could be considered morning, Lord Dagda is awoken to urgent pounding on his chamber door and only then did he notice the frantic shouting in the harbor below. They all seemed to be swarming, pointing at something in the water. Squinting in the dim light, Dagda could make out the form of long extinguished remains of a ship washing aground in these dark hours. Remains that should not have lasted this long without sinking into the depths. This was something that had seen utter horror and left only tattered flags and charred masts as a cautionary tale. He stumbled out of bed to hurriedly shrug on his robe and join the clamoring as they all gawked and rushed toward what was left of a familiar Naval ship teetering into the harbor.   

a/n lol how'd you like that little shit tossed in at the end >:) also the poem featured in this chapter (because I was too lazy to write one myself) is Ode on Melancholy by John Keats stay tuned for me to put these semi-beloved children's movie characters through the absolute RINGER maybe they'll kiss who knows??

as always: thank you for reading, cuties.

[elsa-fogen]

Yep. Yeah. That's me. Almost all of it, except, i sleep well (if i manage to fall asleep) Reblogging because maybe some of you didn't know (i also didn't know)

Story time!

Too long don't read: used to sleep on private math lessons because i hate math; it takes hours for me to fall asleep WHEN I SUPPOSED TO, and my sister does it in 3-5 minutes.

I was studying at university and we had MATH there I've always had problems with it. since 5th grade i think (well, i hated math before too but real problems started there) when i changed schools and the new class was behind what I've already studied and i didn't pay attention, until i realized that at some point I was behind. I said "welp, i guess it's to late to try, so fuck it"

So at university we had this very high level math and i just couldn't understand a thing (and we had an awful teacher who was saying evvvvery time something like "yall getting expelled, we're all gonna die") so i decided "if i don't understand, fuck it then, i will not even try" and started skipping math classes.

But i STILL had to pass an exam, we were getting 3 tries and if you fail you're getting expelled. I failed first two what a surprise (i don't know how i managed to pass it after all, i can't remember SHIT, only that i is fucking non-existing number which is square root of -1. Why on earth would you need it i have NO fucking clue.

So i had personal teachers who tried to make me understand at least something to pass the exam. And there was one i remember very well, i even remember that we paid her 10$ per hour (for us that was quite a lot). And i remember her because i was SLEEPING. I just COULDN'T keep my eyes opened. She explains something about deviding by zero and my brain draws the fucking universe collapsing in front of my eyes. She gives me some task, I'm trying to write something and I'm falling asleep and DREAMING about writing, then ahe wakes me up and i see that i didn't write SHIT. It all ended when in the middle of lesson she just kicked me out.

And, what a miracle, I'm leaving her apartments and suddenly, all the sleepiness just wanishes! I'm walking home, thinking about some another AU of mine, roleplaying it with myself in my head, full of energy again.

That's not the only case of this, but it's the strongest i ever felt. But that like happens all the time, EVEN WHEN MY MOM OR MY GRANNY COMES TO ME AND START TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING I'M NOT INTERESTED, IM YAWNING AND FEEL URGE TO FALL ASLEEP. But the moment they leave, It goes away! I was calling it work allergy LMAO

I was diagnosed with adhd in my early childhood (there was also something about epilepsy, but it's ok now so it doesn't matter), not long ago i brought this fact back into my active memory (thanks to Jaiden animations ADHD video for that xD) i kinda used to myself by now and now I'm trying to catch and analyse all moments of adhd kicking in. I know my own tricks and buttons, how to make myself do the thing or just how to force myself into doing something. Because i know if i start, I'll probably lock in and won't get up until it's done (well, if i have at least a tiny bit of interest in that thing, or else i won't), and i hate it when someone interrupts me in the middle of the process. No mom, i can't come right now, i can't finish it later, because i either spend few more hours forcing myself to go back to the task or just forget about it.

But i didn't know that this sleepiness was a legit symptom! I just thought that it's exaderated boredom, that's it, had a joke name for it. That's... Funny to know that this thing is actually also adhd moment.

Also, about sleeping. I have problems falling asleep. I may lie in the bed for hours without even my phone, just rotating my stories in my head, and when i don't have a story to think about, this is just the name of my current hyperfixation with different tones and in different random dialogues that doesn't even make sense. I have no idea how to fall asleep, except when i didn't sleep for like 48 hours (EVEN THEN IT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM AND I START THINKING OF THAT CREEPY PRION SICKNESS AND SCARE MYSELF AGAIN). And my mom told me that it have always been like that with me. She and my dad had the whole ritual to make me fall asleep. Dad would hold me in his arms, his head with me covered with a blanket that i could only see his face (or else I would look everywhere and never fall asleep), and rock me for HOURS while i was SCREAMING and CRYING the whole time like i was tortured. But when I'd finally fall asleep, they could be as loud as usual and didn't have to whisper, because wake me up is a whole different story. And my mom was SHOCKED when all it took to make my sister fall asleep was just pet her back for 3-5 minutes.

I don't think of myself as... Sick or ill. That's how i was all my life, i don't know anything else. That's not a sickness to me, that's just part of my personality. Maybe sometimes some parts of it bite me in the ass and make my life harder, but i don't know other life. That's the only one I've got, and i guess I'm fine with that (tho now that i think about it, i need to pay more attention to how i write the characters, and don't make them all ADHDshers LOL i need to study neurotypical people under a microscope 🔬🔍)

bro im gonna CRY i didnt know this 🥺

[purplesurveys]

1793

Yesterday

1) What was the weather like? Did it change your plans in any way? It was extremely sunny during the day which kind of sucked, because yesterday my family played host to a family reunion on the rooftop and the weather made things feel a little uncomfortable. In the afternoon, while the sun did hide for a bit it ended up being super humid anyway, so in either case it really just ended up being a super sweaty affair lol.

We addressed it by making sure our aircon in the living room was turned on the entire afternoon, so that anyone who starts to feel super hot or dizzy can choose to go down – which is why it ended up pissing me off when I caught a few people not even trying to hide their bitchings about how hot it was at our place and yet refused to go downstairs when I offered. Complaints are classic Filipino guest things but something I've never learned how to tolerate so I was pretty irritated from the get-go of that damn reunion.

2) What did you do yesterday, anyway? Helped my parents host said reunion, for the most part. I was so exhausted from all the walking and hosting and socializing all over the house so ngl I was knocked out from like 5 to 8, right after people left ha. When I woke up earlier this evening I spent a few hours playing a game on my phone and now I'm here winding down with a couple of surveys. Not a very eventful Saturday which is how I prefer my weekends to be.

3) Did you eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner? What did you have? I didn't have breakfast as usual. Lunch wasn't a full meal for me, I just got like 3 pieces of sushi from our reunion spread. I also didn't have dinner and just made a cup of coffee which is still right next to me.

4) Did you do some form of exercise? What? If going up and down the stairs 200 times counts as exercise then it would be that.

5) Who did you spend the most time with? My sister. Out of the huge crowd at home, we knew each other the best so we stuck together, lol.

6) What television shows or movies did you watch? I finished Gyeongseong Creature super early on in the morning (like, technically I was watching it from Friday then it bled into the midnight hours of Saturday haha), then I also played a couple episodes of Friends for the very few people who were in my age group in the reunion.

7) What time did you get up and go to bed? I got up at like 9. Went to sleep at 3 AM earlier.

8) What was the best bit about yesterday? I can't decide between watching Gyeongseong Creature and getting to eat sushi.

9) What about the worst? Being bombarded with work messages on a Saturday. My work! Makes me! Depressed!

10) Did you talk to anyone on the phone? Who? Why? My mom needed help ordering additional food for the reunion so she called me up while she was doing last few errands at the grocery so I can take care of it.

Today

1) What time did you get up? I just got up and it's currently nearly a half hour past 8.

2) What are your plans for today? I'll be taking my family to my favorite ramen place for lunch, then later in the afternoon I'll be seeing my close friends for our super late Christmas party.

3) Have you eaten any meals yet? What did you have? None yet. I don't mind not eating for a few more hours because I'll be eating a lot today lmao, so I'd rather save up the hunger so I can fully pig out for both lunch and dinner.

4) Are you planning on seeing your friends or boyfriend/girlfriend? Yup! I'm seeing Angela, Reena, and Hans later for dinner/Christmas party. I don't think we've been together since...August? In any case, we'll be at our fav Korean spot so I'm looking forward to it.

5) Does your favorite television show air today? Breaking Bad ended 11 years ago.

6) Have you spoken to your parents yet? Nopes.

7) How many texts have you received? I haven't gotten anything yet for today.

8) Are you planning on going to bed early? I never do on Sundays because I never look forward to Mondays.

9) Have you done anything remotely productive today? Nope. The full load of my day will start in like an hour when we head to our usual Sunday mass and after that I'm going to be traveling everywhere hahaha. BGC for ramen, then I might have to shop for clothes for my Seventeen concert next week, then head home so I can drive out for dinner with friends.

10) How much money did you spend so far? Are you planning on spending more later? None yet as it's only 8 but I am for sure going to be pulling out my card a few times today.

Tomorrow

1) What time do you have to get up tomorrow? Around 8.

2) What do you hope the weather will be like? Chilly but not too chilly. Cold weather feels so good that it makes me miserable when at work, because when the weather is comfy like that all I want to do is rest. So it'll be nice if it were cold, but I hope it's not too comfy!cold that all I'll think about is why I'm not in bed, lol.

3) Is there anything you’re dreading about tomorrow? The fact that I have work and that it's Monday.

4) Is there anything important you need to do, or can you just relax? Nope, can't relax.

5) Do you have plans to see your friends? No, I never have time to during weekdays.

6) What do you hope will happen tomorrow? I hope my schedule will be nice to me.

7) Are you going to wake up at home, or somewhere else? Just at home.

8) If you don’t have any plans, what do you think you’ll end up doing? I'll be working.

9) Do you have to get a work out in at some point? Nope.

10) Will you be working or studying at all? Yes.

[suchsaccharine]

Wild how to I went to ēdē twt 3.yrs ago thinking that ēdē tumblr etc had migrated there.

But it’s such a dif experience on there especially since I’m an “elder” in that community now.

And the “being perceived” social media phenomena has gotten to me to me so at least some degree.

So once again I come here for my details entries. No one can judge me. If they do, they prob don’t know me and don’t mean to even see my posts.

I’ve given my tumblr handle to a couple ppl I wouldn’t mind keeping semi contact with at least.

I’ll go there to post one-liners or quick vents but this is where the full story is. Which..ya know if heavily redacted on twt even though it seems unhinged as already. That’s why I have to take my crazy somewhere more secluded lmao.

•~•

Picking my aunt up from work. Popped all six 📶 a few hrs ago.

Headed to the trap soon as this bitch walks out her store. Damn. Hurry up.

Side note: I have a picked back up on posting on my 0hEff accs. And my lenøvo should be fixed before this semester starts so I’ll be back to posting to mv soon.

K brb. Just scooped her up.

•~•

(typing this from the future)

The rest of the day was uneventful but eventful enough that it was fun.

I already lost my license that I had made test day morning..

Bf and I ended up talking for hours and hours about our relationship and how we each feel etc. it was annoyingly long ngl esp with my hips and back doing whatever little painful things it does - but I am really glad that we had it.

I told him once again how I could be completely delusional and he could totally take that and use it to advatage. After a little more talking it came down the classic “projecting abusive parent onto s/o”

Although I am sure that plays more or less of a role that i am consciously aware of, I’m still not entirely.

We did talk more about how like I told him what I want when we got back together and I want to get married and I want a baby.

So he actually sounded serious, like if the next 6-1yr can pass by without it being as tense as it was the last 2 months, then we’d ideally get married. And once I’m off my rx narcøtics he’s willing to do ivf w me.

He alsssoooo said some mildly concerning things like that he is so self sufficient that he is so busy taking care of all of his stuff that any thing “else” is too much and he can’t handle. And emotionally what he has given me is all that he has to offer and that’s it. I can accept it or find someone who less busy their work&hobbies, and who has more time to cater to my emotions.

Like I didn’t ask you to quit your fucking job to be my full time psychiatrist… I’m just process *a lot* of trauma that I had blocked out years ago and it’s just all coming back and I just need to know he’s there for me…

And he asked me how long it’s take to get off my meds and I said prob about a year so in a year. He said I/we can start like pr

It ended on an okay note.

He followed me around (into the bathroom) to smoke and hang out w me. We actually hadn’t done that in a while. Then we went to bed and although I fully wanted to fight sleep, I slept for like an hour an 15min lmao. We actually had sex for like, hours, it seems like. And it was good and not routine. Okay I’m getting tired of typing. Thanks for listening byeeee

[skiasurveys]

Where did you get the pants you are wearing from? not wearing pants Do you find smoking unattractive? no, but like sometimes seeing a man with a cigar or a cig just looks hot but the actual act..isnt lol Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? Nope, i dont think so Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? probably but I would def miss it Is there someone you’ll never forget?

yes

Do you miss someone right now?

Yes. Last time you were on the phone? like a few days ago (if u mean like phone call) Do you get distracted easily? yes i have adhd

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? im an adult so Do you think flirting is cheating? yeah

Do you hate the last girl, other than family, you had a conversation with? no

Who was the last person you sat next to in a car with? Mom Is your room messy or clean? pretty clean except for one pair of shorts on the floor that im too lazy to move rn to put away.

Do you drink tea? not really. 

Wish you could be somewhere else right now? yes, but im okay right What are you listening to right now? im watching a movie! Where did you get your last bruise from? i dont know, i always get them randomly. Are you looking forward to anything? the next episode of the last of us. When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? im not sure

Whose house where you last at? Kyras

When someone says ‘we need to talk’, what do you think: i fucked up

Tell me what’s on your mind? school. im tired. Will you be in bed before 11 tonight? physically, yes  Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah, pretty good How much money did you spend today? None Can you see a cat from where you’re sitting? yes :3 hes right in my lap, under my macbook lol Who was your last text from? my sister What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? nothing tbh What’s been upsetting you lately? schoooool. im tireddddd Is there anyone getting on your nerves at the moment? nah

Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind? ummm..yes lmao

Last place you fell asleep other than a bed? couch

Does it take a lot to make you cry? nope, i cry easy

Do you have a dog? no i am allergic Do you like to wear pants? kinda, but i prefer shorts How many people do you trust fully? no one When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? use my phone lol What’s your favorite color out of these five? Green, Yellow, Blue, Pink: yellow! What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? no idea Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday? hardly. im lucky if i get 5 Ever like someone older than you? always What’s your favorite amusement park? disneyland

Are you cold at this very moment? nah. kinda warm. Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? it really depends, i rather people do the talking but it depends where i am Is there someone in your life you wish you never met? connor, alan, almost any man How many hours of sleep do you need to function? like 5

What do you think Avril Lavigne is doing at the moment? i dont know...lol What’s one fear are you most paranoid about? never being happy. always struggling. Have you ran into an old friend recently? nope Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? always Could you go a whole year without cursing? nope.  Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? tv, i hardly watch tv, and besides now everything u can do on the computer so Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? yeah As of this minute, what is going through your mind? school is rly the only thing, and this movie Does anyone know your password besides you? no Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? i dont think so Have you ever ridden a horse? Yes. Are you a patient person? i can be, but sometimes im not... Could you go a day without eating? yeah, and i have (not tryna sound cool) but yk Honestly, are things going the way you planned? no..but theyre going better than i expect Are you a forgiving person? No, I wish I was but i just hold onto it. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? lol yes What is something you disliked about today? I felt sick for the 68588559th time. but that was it.

When’s the last time you had a headache? last week, they were bad. Is there anything that you are craving right now? no What was the first thing you thought of this morning? about how I had class this morning but it ended up getting canceled. What part of your body hurts right now? none, besides my skin feels a little itchy Is there anyone you would like to just appear at your front door right now? oh pedro pascal pls What is something that you realized today? i realized i did my assignment wrong, but I figured it out real fast Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be? not rly. Do you remember who your first crush was? I really dont. ive always liked someone but i remember one of them being this kid named Austin Ever walked into the guy’s bathroom? yup Have you ever cried from being so mad? always What’s a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? eagles Do you have a bad temper? i have bpd lol How many wives or husbands do you want? just one...please lmao What’s the closest pink object to you? my waterbottle  Do you consider yourself lucky? ..yeah i do actually. Whats on your bedroom floor right now? my bra, sleep shorts and my bag Do you trust anyone? no What’s your favorite color gummy bear? red i think What’s the last movie you saw in the theater? Puss in Boots If you could push one person off of a mountain, who would it be? connor Wish you could be somewhere else right now? kinda What color is your iPod? i dont use it anymore, but it was white What should you be doing right now? nothing Do you like roller coasters? yeah! One famous guy you would marry in an instance? pedro pascal

[ilovejoo]

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when you’re sick; enhypen

word count: 3.7k (total) warnings: being sick LMAO gn!reader a/n: hi guys first work!! pls like & reblog & follow for more xx

heeseung

lowk it’s him that always gets you sick. but anyway, he’s such a great boyfriend, always caring for your needs, and there’s no way he’s ever leaving your side.

“oh, it’s raining.” you reached your hand out as you walked out of the mcdonald’s the two of you took a trip to. it was around two in the morning, so there was nobody around, just you, heeseung, and the rain. the boy in mention followed you, closing the door behind him, and his eyes met yours mischievously.

“come on,” he said, pulling you by the arm into the pouring rain. laughing, you ran after him, getting soaked by the second.

“hee- you’re gonna get sick!” you squealed. he only laughed, running in the direction of your home with his hand in yours. when you two reached your front door, he looked you in the eyes instead of going right in.

“i’ve always wanted to do this.” he leaned in, giving you a kiss which you welcomed. you had never been happier.

that is, until you woke up shivering the next day. you wrapped your blanket tighter around you and rubbed your eyes, groggy. you opened your phone to see it was already 1pm. thank god you had no plans.

wait.

you did.

you promised heeseung you would go out on a date today. though you had seen him last night, you didn’t want to waste any time since he was always busy.

you shot up in your bed in realization, only to instantly regret it with the sudden pound in your head. wincing, you took a second to steady yourself before getting up. you rang up heeseung on your phone and walked out of your bedroom, only to be met with a familiar ringtone playing from somewhere in your kitchen and a stirring from your couch.

“y/n! you’re up.” heeseung instantly got up from his spot on the couch and ushered you back into your room.

“what are you doing here?” you said as you blinked sleep out of your eyes, your voice raspy.

“you weren’t picking up my calls, so i got worried and i came to check up on you.” he pushed you into your bed, pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. “you have a fever, by the way. i got into your room and you were shaking like crazy- you scared me.” with that he felt your forehead, frowning when he noticed how the temperature wasn’t any better than the last time he checked in the morning, if not worse.

“hee, i feel like hell.” you leaned in closer to him closing your eyes, and he stroked your hair. whatever magic his hands had, it was definitely soothing your headache.

“stay here, i’ll get you some medicine.” he tried to get up, but you grabbed his arm to stop him from going.

“no medicine, stay with me.” for a second, heeseung softened, seeming like he was ready to drop everything for your sake. but alas, he shook his head.

“babe- it’ll make you feel better.”

“not if it tastes like that, no.”

“please?” he squeezed your hand, as if that was going to convince you.

which it did. soon enough, you caved and gave him a half-hearted nod with a sigh, which he smiled triumphantly at. his bright smile worked even better than medicine, to be honest.

jay

god he’s a mom. in the best way possible. he’s so responsible whenever you’re sick, and he’s constantly checking up on you, whether that be cooking for you, making sure you take your medicine, etc.

“hey, i got your text.” your boyfriend shook you awake, and you blinked back at him. his eyes showed how concerned he was for you, someone who had fallen asleep curled up on the couch waiting for your beloved boyfriend to come and save you.

“hi, jay.” he smiled- you were too cute, even in your gross, sick state. the red nose, rosy cheeks, and the way you held the blanket as close as possible: he was head over heels.

“hi, baby.” you smiled back. “you take medicine yet?” you nodded: you knew he would have scolded you if you didn’t take anything.

“like an hour ago, yeah.”

“how often are you supposed to take it?”

“every four hours,” you recalled, and with that, he opened his clock app and set an alarm for three hours later.

“go to sleep, i’ll make you some soup and remind you when you have to take your medicine again.” he used his hand to stroke your eyes shut, which you obliged.

now jay was left with the task of making you soup: not the hardest thing in the world, but knowing you, it had to be a certain recipe. the problem was, he didn’t know what.

he started by texting your mom- ever since he met your mom, the two had instantly clicked. since he often asks her how her day has been and often ordered her flowers whenever he had the chance, he had no problem shooting her a text.

a reply came back within a minute, complete with a heart emoji and a link to the recipe she always used. quickly thanking her, he got to work.

you woke back up around an hour later, having somewhat of an appetite. thankfully, your chef of a boyfriend had something ready for you to eat. he came over at the sight of your open eyes, holding a bowl full of your favorite soup.

“feeling any better?” you shrugged, and he pursed his lips. “drink this, maybe it’ll help.” he placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, and you sat up, ready to eat. however, he lifted a spoon to your lips rather than you doing it on your own.

“i can feed myself, i’m not dying,” you laughed at how caring your boyfriend was.

“shh- say ahh.” he smiled back, almost teasing as you opened your mouth to take a sip. “good job!” this time, he was definitely teasing you, given his babying tone. you scoffed, taking the spoon from him. “i’m kidding, give me that back,” he chuckled. he continued to feed you, dabbing at your lips with a napkin as he did so.

“thanks, jay.” you grinned gratefully.

“of course.”

jake

somehow he’ll comfort the sickness out of you. he’s a bit strict because he wants you to get better, but with a hug and sweet words, suddenly you’re not sick anymore.

your eyes shut tight, you heard familiar keys turning to unlock your front door. immediately you ran as fast as you could without physically passing out.

“babe- i’m hom-” before he finished his sentence, you crashed into his chest, face buried in his scent. “what’s the matter? you okay?” he gave somewhat of a chuckle, giving you a warm embrace.

“i feel like i’m dying.” you groaned, your skull feeling like it was splitting in half. he pulled you away from him to get a good look at your condition with worry-filled eyes.

“headache?” he asked, voice concerned. you gave somewhat of a nod, and he pulled you back into his chest trying to bring you serenity.

suddenly you reached out to his forehead, eyes still closed while pressing your palm to his skin, making him frown.

“wha- what are you doing? i feel fine,” he laughed, before quickly realizing what your objective was: you felt feverish, and you were checking to see if your temperature was higher than normal. his smile melted and immediately smacked his hand against your forehead, causing him to gasp at how hot it was and you to wince at the sharp coldness of his fingertips. however, after getting used to the initial shiver, you leaned into the touch, craving its cold.

he shook his hand away from you, his face in a worried scowl as if he was a mother scolding you.

“you’re burning up!” he pulled one of your arms as he led you towards your bedroom. “you need rest. now.” with his voice echoing in your brain, your expression was one contorted with pain, which only worried him more. you closed your eyes as you followed him, only having enough energy to oblige to whatever he asked you to do.

he brought you to your bed, bringing the blanket up to your chin.

“don’t go anywhere! i’ll get you anything you need. from now on, you’re on bed arrest.” you rolled your eyes, though smiling.

“it’s okay, i’m not dead.”

“you’re going on that road though!” he almost laughed, “you can never be too careful.”

“it’s okay, really. i feel bad that you have to take care of me after you have your tiring schedule.” he was about to protest, so you quickly added, “it’s kind of late, anyway, i’ll just sleep it off.” he shook his head.

“i love taking care of you; it makes me feel trusted and i just want you to get better. if there’s anything you need, just say the word.”

sunghoon

he silently observes your condition whenever you’re sick, and no matter how shy he may be, he always makes sure you’re well taken care of.

he watched as your head hit the desk, falling asleep uncharacteristically. something had to have been up for you to fall asleep during a lecture. maybe you didn’t get a good sleep? maybe something happened last night? maybe you were worried about something?

as soon as your teacher announced a two minute break, he jumped up from his seat to check up on you. you seemed fine this morning, why was your condition going downhill all of a sudden?

he tapped your shoulder, causing you to stir awake from your hazy state. you lifted your head to meet concerned eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“mm? what’s wrong?” he asked gently; you shook your head.

“it’s nothing, just tired.” you tried stopping yourself from shivering as to not concern him, but apparently you failed as his concern only seemed to grow.

“you’re cold? the weather’s so nice today,” he said, taking off his blazer and handing it to you. “wear this, i don’t need it.”

“thanks.” you quickly put it on, wasting no time because you felt like you were freezing to death. with a pat on your head, he went back to his seat seeing that break was already over. he made a mental note to check on you again as soon as possible before opening up his textbook like the teacher instructed.

during the lecture, he kept stealing glances at you, worried about your unwell state. he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open while simultaneously rubbing at your sides in an effort to get warmer, seeming as though you were in pain, probably from a headache.

the bell rang and you were still dozing off. he walked over, and you woke up to the sudden contact of something cold on your forehead. the touch felt so good, you leaned in closer.

“hey, you’re burning up right now.” he flipped his hand over to the back of his palm to double check that you were indeed burning up. “hey- excuse me,” he raised his hand, “i’m taking them to the nurse.” without bothering to hear the answer, he took you away.

you held onto his blazer as he practically dragged you by your wrist, too fast for your weak, not to mention dizzy, self to handle.

“wait a second…” both your voice and legs seemed to give out from the sudden exertion and your knees collapsed, causing his reflexes to catch you.

“wha- y/n? y/n!” thank god for his reflexes. “you okay?” you nodded, tired and out of breath. “why didn’t you say anything if you were this tired?”

“sorry,” you breathed, and he rushed to get you to the nurse, carrying you there the whole time.

he helped you sit down on the seat that they had, a hand around your waist to ensure you didn’t fall. with that, he left you to talk to the nurse, looking back at you to check on you a couple times during his conversation with some observant side eying. he came back, his hand instantly going to yours.

“we’re clear to go home, c'mon.”

at home, he lay at the side of your bed, resting his head on the bed frame.

“y/n.”

“mm?”

“did you know dead people can get sick?” he looked a bit awkward, as if he was only trying to fill the silence. in all honesty, you wouldn’t have minded either way, but you loved him for trying nonetheless.

“are you implying i’m dead?” you shifted in your bed, trying to get comfortable but only miserably failing. “because you might be right.”

“no, no. it’s because if you lean in close to their grave, you might hear them coughin’.” you blinked. “like coffin, get it?” you blinked again, but this time, with an exasperated smile on your face.

“not making me feel better,” you said, turning to your other side, and he laughed.

sunoo

so cuddly, so sweet, so perfect: will do anything for you as soon as you ask. his main priority is you, and he makes sure you know through constant calls, constant laughs, and constant love. this boy is definitely a worrier though, so be prepared for his almost too-constant care.

"hey, are you okay?" sunoo brushed some hair out of your face. as the attentive boyfriend that he is, throughout your little park date he noticed how you seemed a bit distant and a bit more clumsy than usual. you smile and nod, despite how increasingly dizzy you were feeling.

he holds your hand as you walk into the cafe, and silently he worries about how quiet you've been. you sit down without a word, too focused on how the world kept spinning around you while you tried to hide the fact.

"did something happen?" he asked, which snaps you out of it.

"no, don't worry." the eye contact was almost unnerving.

"are you upset at me?"

"no, of course not," you say with a somewhat of a breathless laugh. you turn to order, but he stops you by placing a hand on your forehead. he knew something was wrong and he was right with how hot you forehead was.

"hey! you literally have a fever." rolling his eyes, he quickly grabbed your arm and lifted you up. "lets go home, why'd u even come out if you weren't feeling well?" he scolded. "i don't know how i missed it before: you don't look good at all. i'll carry you home, get on." you shake your head, feeling bad, and he rolls his eyes again with a laugh. "don't be silly, c'mon."

he carries you to the bus station, and you try not to fall asleep.

"thank you," you mumble into his ear, leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently squeezes your leg in response. he places you down onto the station, eyeing you carefully as he sat next to you waiting for the bus. sunoo gently pushes you down onto his shoulder, and you oblige, closing your eyes momentarily... just for a moment.

you find urself awake on the bus: he must've carried you on. you wince at your headache, the sunlight and the rocking of the bus only making it worse, and so you nuzzle into his side, which makes him notice that you were awake.

"you can keep sleeping." he says, moving the hair out of your eyes with a fond smile.

"i'm sorry for ruining our date.. and now you have to go and take care of me," you closed your eyes again, sighing.

"stop apologizing, i know you'd do the same for me."

jungwon

he can tell when you’re sick, no matter how much you try to hide it, and instantly he forces you to rest, no exceptions. he lovingly scolds you, only worried for your health.

“where do we keep the thermometer?” you trudged over to the cabinets in sweatpants that were clearly not yours, the noise causing your boyfriend to look over. he smiled softly at the sight of his clothes on you before registering what you said, which made his eyebrows furrow in worry immediately.

“it’s right above you, babe-” he got up from his seat on the couch to retrieve it for you, since he was taller and able to reach, unlike yourself. “what do you need it for? are you okay?” nodding, you moved out of his way.

“science project,” you explained, hoping he didn’t notice the way your skin was too flushed to be normal. he used one arm to reach for the thermometer you asked for, his eyes scanning for the device, and the other to feel your forehead, much to your dismay. the burning temperature under his palm snapped his attention towards you.

“hey,” he pressed the back of his hand on your skin to double check, eyes wide, “you’re burning up.”

“how’d you kno-” he stuck the thermometer into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

“i just wanted to make sure you weren’t asking because you felt feverish, but you were.” sighing, he took out the device as it beeped, patting your head while frowning at the 101.4 degrees that it blinked back. “y/n! you’re basically dying, and you were just planning on making me believe you were doing some science project?”

“it’s fine, i feel fine, i just didn’t wanna bother you.” you rubbed at your eyes as he huffed, dragging you by the arm back down to the couch he had been sitting on.

“lay down.” he wasn’t messing around; his seriousness in regards to your well-being was cute, though, so you didn’t complain. he walked to get you a towel, and as he wet it with water he asked, “how long have you been feeling sick?”

“just like yesterday, no big deal.” his frown deepened. he opened the cabinets, searching for something with a scowl. he came back with just the cloth in his hand, laying it on your forehead, which you initially flinched at but soon welcomed.

“i’ll come back in a bit, we’re out of medicine.” he stroked your head before turning around to leave for about half an hour. you fell asleep in the meantime, the sickness overtaking you.

he came back with a bag full of medicine and some of your favorite things, only to find you completely asleep. he placed his new things ok the counter before coming back to check on you, thermometer in hand, placing it in your ear only for you to stir awake. jungwon froze wide-eyed, hoping you would just go back to sleep, but failed.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he half-whispered, to which you slowly blinked back at him, not having the energy to respond. noticing this, he turned his head to the side. “are you feeling worse?” you gave a slight nod, which reminded him that he didn’t check the thermometer since he was too busy trying not to disturb you. “holy- 102.9!” his head whipped back to you with concerned eyes, only to find you asleep once again.

happy to see you rest, he swore to himself he wouldn’t rest until you were resting without any discomfort. to start, he quickly got you a change of the wet towel, and carried you over to his bed. tucking you in, he gave you a quick kiss before leaving to make you a meal for when you were awake.

niki

to him, you’re so cute when you’re sick. you get clingy and you’re all sleepy? he’s down bad. this also means he’s always at your side for this reason- also because he wants you to get better so you can hang out again.

god, your head hurt like hell, and your eyelids were so heavy. trying so hard not to fall asleep, you simply rested your head on the side of the couch.

just a little lean, not falling asleep. definitely not falling asleep.

you promised niki you wouldn’t fall asleep until he came home from his practice, and you were set on fulfilling it. you hadn’t seen him in a while, after all. but everything was spinning, and you felt so sleepy; just closing your eyes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he found you asleep on the couch.

“cute,” he whispered, moving to sit next to you. he poked your cheek, and your eyes scrunched in annoyance subconsciously. he laughed, and poked it again, but seeing how you still didn’t wake up, he softened. you must’ve been pretty tired, he thought. he brushed the hair out of your face but immediately froze: why was your forehead so hot?

trying again, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, eyes widening at how your skin was burning up. he shook you awake as gently as he could, worried.

“you have a fever?” he said softly. he felt your face again to double-check, and at this, you opened your eyes slightly.

“mm? you’re home-” you cleared your throat, voice raspy, and rubbed your eyes. “sorry i fell asleep.” you blinked at him and the way his eyes basically screamed concern. “what’s wrong?”

“you have a fever,” he repeated, getting up. you reached for his hand, confused since you were still not fully awake.

“where are you going?” squeezing your hand, he let go and went to open the cabinets.

“to get you a thermometer.” sure enough, a thermometer was in his hand when he came back, and he stuck it in your mouth as soon as he sat back down. “hey- 102! you’re actually sick!”

"hmm," you mumbled, agreeing, making him frown. he quickly pulled himself onto the couch on top of you, making you squirm under his weight. "are you an idiot?" you said, and he chuckled a bit at your tone especially with how sickly your voice sounded. "first off, you're crushing me, and second of all, you're gonna get sick too!"

he pat your heat soothingly. "shh, you're sick, i don't need you to lecture me; just get better," he said as he snuggled closer to your side.

[asiifisms]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 💜 i hope im not late!!

You’re not late at all bb!!!

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Out of the Darkness

AN: Hey y’all! This request was simple, like very simple, like all I had to do was write something very fluffy and cute. Unfortunately, I cannot accomplish such a mission, I must force myself to write an emotional plot into all of my fics lol. To @sundownimup-1​ who requested this LMAO I apologize if you wanted something not so deep, I uh, failed in that regard. Also, you requested this forever ago, I promise I do see y’all’s requests they just take me a min. Hope everyone enjoys tho!

Request: “Shuri x fem reader fluff. Since it's almost Christmas..The reader and Shuri are in a cabin in the woods and it's snowing, they are drinking hot cocoa.”

Summary: A much-needed break for Shuri and her girlfriend as the year winds to an end. 

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tbh no idea, its mainly fluff so maybe nothing? I don’t even think I curse, don’t quote me tho. I do mention the death oh T’Challa and Queen Ramonda so be warned. 

Word count: 1,439

Suggested listening: Bloom (Bonus Track) - The Paper Kites

“In the morning when I wake. And the sun is coming through. Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness. And you fill my head with you.”

You felt the bed next to you dip and instinctually you reached out for your partner, only to be met with a chuckle. 

“You’re so needy in the mornings usana.” Shuri cooed as she leaned her back up against the headboard. Once she was situated she grabbed your hand and brought it to her mouth placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand. She then let it fall to rest on the part of her thigh where her boxers ended, placing her hand on top of yours. 

You blinked for a second, allowing your eyes to adjust to the bright white light that flooded the room. It took you a minute to remember where you were, expecting to be awoken to the warm sun of the Golden City, not this white light. By the fourth blink, your brain remembered where you were. 

Shuri knew not celebrating Christmas was going to be hard for you since it wasn’t something Wakandans took part in. She also knew that you two had been missing each other, her spending most of her time in the lab coming into sleep at ungodly hours and you working with the Outreach Centers, getting up way earlier than you normally would to account for West Coast time. By the time she was laying down to sleep, you were waking up for work. Passing each other as you operated on different timing. You greeting her with a “Goodnight, my sweet.” and her responding with “Have a good morning, sthandwa.” Not even having enough time to share a kiss. 

That prompted Shuri to ask M’baku if he knew anywhere she could take you, just like a week-long getaway to allow a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Graciously, he offered the cabin that had been passed down through his family, it was deep in the Jabari woods, surrounded by trees and covered in snow. 

That's how you ended up with your hand on Shuri’s thigh blinking up at her with a dumb smile plastered all over your face. 

“What?” She asked, matching the smile on your face. You shook your head at her, your expression never changing. 

“Nothing, just love you. That's all.” You answered, rubbing circles into her thigh. 

Shuri broke eye contact with you, looking away as she tried to fight off the deep red color flooding into her cheeks. 

“C’mere.” Was all it took for Shuri to say and you were moving. She opened her legs and you slid yourself over top of her so that you were in the middle of her two legs. You peppered kisses all over each of Shuri’s thighs before you laid your head down in between them. She looked down at you and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Thank you for this.” You said quietly as you peered out of the window, the large trees stayed put while some of the smaller ones swayed with the strong winds outside. 

“You deserve it, my love, you deserve so much in this world. Sometimes I-” Shuri cut herself off and you looked up at her. You could see her biting her lip slightly, one of her tells she did when she was nervous. 

“Hey,” You said, tapping the outside of one of Shuri’s legs, signaling that you wanted her attention. You waited until she finally looked down at you before speaking. “It’s just us here, yeah? Just me and you. Tell me what's on your mind.” 

The look in your eyes calmed Shuri’s nerves, you always had that effect on her. But she knew if she was going to say what she wanted to say right now, she couldn’t look at you. She turned her head to look back out the window at the snow falling. “It’s just that sometimes, sometimes I thank Bast for you Y/N. I thank Bast that she brought you into my life, I can say I don’t know where I would be without you here, with me.” 

It had always been hard for Shuri to express her emotions to you, even before the passing of her brother and mother. But their deaths seemed to exacerbate the problem, so you relished hearing Shuri openly talk about how she felt. Thanking Bast yourself for this moment of vulnerability. 

“For a while, everything was so dark you know? When brother passed I- I didn’t know how I could go on but I had mother, and I had you, so deep down I knew I would be fine; even if it took a while. But when mother passed, it was like the darkness swallowed me whole and I couldn’t get out, I felt as if nothing could save me.” She paused and finally brought her eyes down to you, surprised at how intently you had been listening. “But there you were.” 

You noticed the tears forming at the corners of her eyes and it caused your breath to hitch. 

“No matter how much darkness surrounded me whenever you were around I swear I could always see light. It was small at first, but little by little you brought the sunshine back into my life. And- And I wanna thank you for that. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for never leaving my side, no one else has done that for me.” By the time Shuri had finished, the tears that were brimming at the edges of her eyes began to fall over, softly landing on her shirt. 

You instantly sat up and turned around, wrapping your legs around Shuri’s waist, putting them between her back and the headboard she had been leaning against. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her body into yours, wanting to get as close to her as you could at this moment. Her hands wrapped around your midriff, holding you just as tight as you were holding her.  

“I’m sorry usana I-I didn’t mean to cry, I just was so overwhelmed with gratitude,” Shuri spoke with her head buried in your shoulder, you felt the material of your sleep shirt dampen slightly with the few tears she let out. 

 “Hey, it’s okay my love. You don’t have to apologize for that, expressing your feelings is never an issue between us, yeah?” You calmed her down by rubbing your hands up and down her back. You rocked her back and forth for a few moments, allowing her to expel the last of her tears. “Can you look at me, baby?” 

Shuri nodded and pulled her head from your shoulder looking up at you through teary eyes. You quickly wiped away the stray tears from her face and placed a kiss on each of her cheeks before placing one sweetly on her lips. 

“I’m not going to leave you, okay?” Shuri once again nodded in response. “I am filled with nothing but gratitude for you that you choose me every day to be your girlfriend. I am honored that you let me see every side of you. Truly my love, you are my favorite person.” 

You could see Shuri fighting off a smile on her face which only led to a grin appearing on yours. She leaned in and pecked your lips once before pulling away and doing it again, she repeated this over and over till you were both laughing and you were pulling out of her arms. 

You squealed out once you finally shimmed your way out of bed, doing a victory dance as Shuri lay back watching you with a shake of her head. You looked over at the coffee table and noticed two mugs sitting on them with white puffs sitting on top of them. Wondering what exactly it was you made your way closer and peered into them. 

“Shuri!” You exclaimed. “You made hot chocolate for us! When did you even have the time?” You went to turn around and ask but the feeling of her hands wrapping around your waist stopped you. Mentally you cursed her black panther abilities for allowing her to sneak up on you like that. You placed your hands on top of hers as she rubbed circles into your stomach with the pads of her fingers.

“That’s how you like it right? With the little…” The word escaped Shuri’s mind but you were happy to fill it in for her. 

“Marshmallows! Aww, baby thank you, really.” You turned around and wrapped your arms around Shuri’s neck drawing her into a hug. She welcomed your touch and encased you with her arms. 

“You more than deserve it, my love.” 

[wooahaes]

sweet night [pt.2]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: reader dealing with the aftermath of part 1. some betrayal. a lot of mingyu being there and being supportive of reader. food mentions. talks of cheating.

daisy’s notes: my favorite part of writing this fic is really just going “no no no i swear there’s more to this bit--” because it’s multi-part and certain things get addressed later lmao. in other words: i know things seem bad and they kind of are but also there’s more to it i swear-

summary: As the adopted daughter of the Kim family and current heir to the company, you have it all. An arranged marriage with your soon-to-be fiance who you truly fell in love with, respect from your workers for being good at your job, a good relationship with both your family and your good friends... What more could you want out of life? And yet all it takes is one night for everything to fall down, and one man to help pick up the pieces.

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The curtains were drawn mostly shut, but the sliver of morning light that fell in a slant across the foot of the bed was enough to wake you up. It stretched far and thin, and it was the first thing you focused on when you awoke. Then it all hit you hard and you felt as though a truck had hit you the night before. The crying had dehydrated you, and you reached for the glass of water set on the nightstand to take large gulps in an attempt to soothe your dry, achy throat.

Then you paused, looking down at it. Did Mingyu leave that there? Most likely--he probably knew you’d wake up feeling almost worse than you did the night before. Fuck, did that mean he saw you crying? You shook off the thought. No. Mingyu wouldn’t have just... left you if he saw you crying. He must have come in while you were sleeping.

That was better. You could deal with that. At least he gave you space to cry before he left the water there. You’d have to thank him for it.

You set the water back down, grabbing your phone and unplugging it. It was almost nine in the morning, and you could see a string of missed calls from well over two hours ago. From your parents, from Seungkwan, from a few other friends of yours that must have heard. Soonyoung had texted you that you could call him if you needed to; Minghao said that Seungkwan better not show his face at the company anytime soon if he knew what was good for him; Junhui asked you if you needed anything from him, followed up by a “sleep well, take care” timed ten minutes later; and Chan was just trying to figure out where you were. He said your parents kept asking him if you went to his place, and to please at least let him know that you were safe. You answered those few people back and no one else: a thanks so Soonyoung and Junhui, a gentle warning to Minghao to remain cordial so you wouldn’t have to take disciplinary action (no matter how much you wanted to see him tear into Seungkwan), and a simply message to Chan that you were with Mingyu. None of them were people you were upset with, after all. They deserved answers.

Both of your parents had texted you to call them, too. You didn’t. You just turned the ringer back on, hoping that they wouldn’t call anytime soon. Yes, you’d answer if they did--but you weren’t going to initiate contact. You could deal with the inevitable comments about you being immature, maybe, and you could deal with every panicked text that Seungkwan sent you, begging you to at least tell him that you were safe, or to call him and to talk to him. Joshua had told him he saw you crying, but that Mingyu had gone to comfort you. You nearly slammed your phone back onto the bed, still pissed at Seungkwan. He could be anxious and pissed at you all he wanted: you weren’t his anymore, and he sure as fuck wasn’t yours. So who cared what feelings he’d have to put up with because of his actions?

What you couldn’t put up with, though, was the fact your stomach was already rumbling. You barely ate the night before and you were already feeling the effects of it, and the fact Mingyu was cooking breakfast didn’t help. The smell was delicious, and you dragged yourself out of bed. You could hear the blender start up a moment later, only to stop a moment later when his phone started ringing. You drew closer, cracking the door open to listen in--if it was important, you’d hang back longer.

Mingyu’s voice carried louder than you think he intended. “She’s with me,” he said after a moment. “You’re lucky I picked up. What were you thinking?!”

Oh. Seungkwan had called him. It went quiet for a moment, long enough for you to start feeling guilty that you were eavesdropping.

“You were stupid to do it. Didn’t you consider how she’d feel? She loved you.”

Part of you wanted to back away, but something kept you standing right there: listening intently for something.

“You weren’t thinking,” Mingyu said a moment later. You’d never heard him sound so serious outside of business. “If you wanted to end things with her, then you should have done that instead of making it a public event. Don’t you think people will talk? Reporters would eat this thing up--I don’t care that you had them barred from the event because of this. How long did you know?”

Another pause. 

“We’re coming by to get her things. Don’t be there.” You could hear the anger laced into Mingyu’s voice, and your chest ached at that. Whatever Seungkwan told him, it’d been too long for Mingyu’s liking. Too long for your own, by extension. A moment later, you heard his phone hit the counter and a disgusted sigh escaped him. You shut the door, escaping into the bathroom instead, and take a few extra minutes after washing your hands to try and look more presentable. When you finally left his bedroom, Mingyu was pouring a shake into a container for himself. He had your morning tea already made and still steaming hot when you made your way to his side.

Any of that anger had dissipated the moment you opened the door. “Good morning,” he said, smiling at you. It was almost as if you didn’t just hear him getting angry with Seungkwan. Like you had dreamed it up. “I made you pancakes,” he nodded toward the plate nearby, piled high with perfectly golden brown pancakes.

Mingyu was never a “pancakes for breakfast” kind of guy unless it was a special treat. He worked out and prioritized his health most days--you knew that shake had chicken breast in it for the protein and that he’d likely work out soon. He was really busting out all the stops to make you feel better. He picked up the plate, nodding for you to go sit as he carried everything for you. It was always moments like this that made you think Mingyu’s future partner would be lucky: he was so loving with you, you could only imagine how he’d be with someone he actually loved.

“I talked to Seungkwan,” he told you outright after you started eating. “He said he’d tell your parents where you are. And he won’t be there around lunch when we go for your things. I have people coming to move things out of my office soon.”

You gave him a curious look. “Are you moving?”

“Are you moving back in with your parents?” He asked, and you immediately gave him a look of disgust at the idea. As much as you loved them, your freedom felt more... limited when you were living at home. At least you could escape some expectations living on your own--or with Seungkwan. You liked having your own space, too. “You can stay with me until you find an apartment,” he said. “I just want you to move somewhere you’ll be safe instead of the first place you can find.”

It was sweet how much he cared for you. “You don’t have to,” you said. “I can afford a hotel room--”

“It’s safer here with me,” he said. “If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. But I don’t mind if you want to stay here for a bit. You’re my best friend: I’m happy to let you stay here.”

You opened your mouth to answer, only for your phone to start ringing. It was your dad, and you sighed before excusing yourself to pick it up. Mingyu watched you leave, pulling the glass door to his backyard open as you stepped into the fresh air. He smiled to himself for a moment: even when you just woke up, you were still pretty to him. He turned his attention to eating breakfast, running through his plans for the day mentally. The movers would be there in an hour, he could rearrange part of his room so that his desk was in there...

You came back sooner than he expected, visibly pissed. “They knew.”

He looked up. “What?”

“They both knew Seungkwan was going to do that,” you said, throwing yourself down into the seat near him. You buried your face in your hands for a moment, before massaging at your temples. “And they didn’t tell me.”

Mingyu could only stare at you, his own anger quietly building. He kept calm, though: you deserved to be angry at your family. All he needed to do was stay there to support you. “Why?”

“They thought he was going to!” Your voice cracked. “Even when I told them yesterday I was excited for the party, they just let me believe I was really going to get engaged to the love of my life... They said he told them again he was going to go through with it at the party.  They didn’t think he was going to, but...” You shut your eyes for a moment, voice trailing off. A moment later, after you composed yourself with a deep breath, you opened your eyes again. “I can’t believe he’s been cheating on me, too.”

Mingyu reached over, taking your hand in his own. “I’m sorry.”

“You talked to him,” you said, picking up a knife so that you could cut into your breakfast to distract yourself. “How long has he been cheating?”

Mingyu said nothing.

“Six months?” You asked. He frowned, opening his mouth to respond, and yet nothing came out. So you prodded further: “Eight? A year?”

“Four months,” he answered with a reluctant sigh. “Technically. He’s known them all his life and he thought the feelings would go away.”

“So how long...?” You couldn’t finish the question aloud. How long has he loved them?

“Years,” he admitted. “Since before you started dating.”

You shoved food into your mouth instead of responding. After a moment, Mingyu reached out again, hand stopping you before you could take another bite.

“He loved you,” he told you, that same serious tone in his voice. “I don’t think he would have led you on. He would have let you go sooner if he knew for sure that it was them and not you. You know Seungkwan. He wouldn’t toy with you.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit that he was right... Seungkwan wouldn’t. Seungkwan was headstrong and unapologetic. That was why he went through with it, wasn’t it? Things were more complicated than you wanted to admit. That was why it hurt so much: if they weren’t, you wouldn’t hurt so much. That much was clear.

“He won’t be there when we go,” Mingyu reiterated. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see him, and he knows I’ll be with you... so I don’t think he’ll try to speak to you until he knows you’re ready.”

That made you glad that Mingyu was over six-foot and worked out. If he weren’t so playful, he’d do well as a bodyguard. At least he’d be a good “bodyguard in a cheesy romance” where he fell for the person he was protecting. Then again, Mingyu was pissed at Seungkwan...

Soon enough, Mingyu was directing movers around his house. Moving exercise equipment and furniture as needed. His office desk was brought into his bedroom, and he was making arrangements to have a bed brought in for you. He spared little expense for you, to be honest: he wanted you comfortable while you lived with him. You honestly had no doubts that he’d do this for any of his friends. That was the kind of person Mingyu was. It made you wish you fell in love with him instead of Seungkwan. At least Mingyu wouldn’t break your heart so cruelly. 

Moving out of your apartment a few hours later felt... different. Mingyu was right there with you, sitting on the floor and putting together boxes that the two of you would later recycle. You wanted to move out quietly and quickly, which was why you talked him out of getting anyone else to help. If anyone, you would have asked Chan--but you didn’t want to involve him in your personal life anymore. Besides, you knew what was yours, what was Seungkwan’s, and you sorted things out as needed. Mingyu brought your clothes down to his car, helping you erase every piece of your existence from the space piece by piece. There were things Seungkwan gifted you that you hesitated on. The jewelry you’d keep, despite the bad memories they held now: you genuinely liked the pieces, after all. They made you feel beautiful, and you’d one day work your way back up to where they were just another piece you owned.

You packed away your mugs, the cute things you bought for the two of you to use when cooking and whatnot. The small fake plants could stay, as did the stationery that you bought but Seungkwan used more often. Your favorite pens, notebooks; all the things related to your work.

You noticed that the bed was still made from the morning before, and you stared at it for a moment. Seungkwan usually forgot to do it in the mornings, and you’d seen the pillow and blanket on the couch...

You pushed the thought aside. He was likely out celebrating with his fiance. They fucking deserved each other.

Mingyu sealed boxes for you when he needed to, and loosely shut the others before he carried them down to pile in his car. When all was said and done, Mingyu stood at the entrance and noticed just how much of your existence was packed away.

“It’s like you were never here,” he mused aloud.

“That’s the point.”

It was scary how fast a person’s existence could be erased from a space. You stood before him in the doorway, Mingyu holding the last box in his arms. You remembered the quiet kisses you shared with Seungkwan in the doorway, sometimes tipsy and leading to more; the intimate moments of being vulnerable with one another on that stupid couch, the way he held you while he cried alongside you... It all felt so distant now. Like the breakfast you shared with him yesterday morning was years ago, just like the tiny kiss you pressed against the corner of his mouth time and time again just to hear him laugh...

“Are you ready?” Mingyu asked quietly, watching you stare longingly at a life you’d never live. “We have a few more places we need to go.”

You nodded, hesitating to move. “Just... saying goodbye.”

He shifted the box into one arm, laying a hand between your shoulder blades. Maybe if he looked hard enough, he could see what you saw. “I’ll go ahead,” he said quietly. “Come down when you’re ready, okay?”

He left you with a gentle peck onto your temple to remind you that you weren’t in this alone, and you took a deep breath. The late dinners you’d cook with Seungkwan, always careful to instruct him... He’d always look up at you and tell you that he remembered, thank you, and he could cook just fine on his own before he’d kiss you with a laugh. He learned to brew your morning tea the way you like it, almost perfect. Maybe with another day, he’d get it right. A part of you would stay there in that apartment, with him, and you’d never get it back. A part of him stayed with you, too, whether you liked it or not. That was the difficult part of heartbreak, after all: mourning the part you left behind and learning to move on without it.

But moving forward meant learning to cope. And the first step for you came with shutting the door and walking away. So that was what you did.

Goodbye, your past life. It was time to start healing, no matter what awaited you on that path.

Step two came that Monday with facing work again. Everyone knew, after all. It was your turn to put on a brave face and act as though everything was fine. You were stronger than this, after all, and if you weren’t, then what would that say to those who looked to you for guidance?

You woke up to Mingyu’s breakfast again that morning. The two of you had fallen into something comfortable far sooner than you expected. Chan ended up going out with you that Sunday, talking about your plans from that point on. You’d start looking for apartments as soon as you could: you needed to take control of the other things more related to your work. There’d be no merger in the future with Boo Cosmetics after all, and you needed to figure out how things would work from now on. Hopefully, his family wouldn’t pull all support as soon as possible. You just had to figure out the best way to face that problem.

And more importantly, to you, you had to figure out how to face Seungkwan and his family again when the time came.

Your driver took you to work while you read things out, slowly tuning out your personal life more and more on that ride there. Work was separate from your private life, and always should be. Your relationship with Mr. Boo Seungkwan and his family were strictly professional from that point on. No talking about what was already dead and buried: you didn’t need to face that anymore. You had a company to care for. People whose jobs depended on your guidance. If you slipped up because you let someone like Boo affect you, then you weren’t as fit as you thought to do this job.

You could tell there was a certain tension over the office when you came in. They bowed to you the same way they did every moment, and then just... stopped. Waiting for something--whether that was in you saying something from the way you had stopped, or for you to continue on while Wen directed them from there.

You put on a fake smile when you face them, “Let’s do our best today.”

That put some of them at ease, save for the few that you expected--the ones that could see through you too easily. You continued onto your office nonetheless, making your way to your desk as you prepared to get straight into work. You were at your computer, reading over reports when Chan let himself in with your tea. He never seemed to get it entirely right, either, but you appreciated his efforts more than you appreciated a perfect cup. He started to fill you in on status reports and your scheduled meetings.

Then he let down the professional air, “Are you really okay? It’s okay if you aren’t.”

Chan was close to your age, and it made sense how often he spoke to you casually. Usually, he’d save it for outside of work, but you could see how concerned he still was. You tried to wave him off yesterday, saying you’d be okay, but... Maybe that was why he was your secretary. You’d never know why he applied for the position, but you liked his spunk when you interviewed him. Him dropping the business act now always made sense: he liked speaking to you as a person when he was allowed to. He was the only one who could get away with it during work hours.

“I’m peachy,” you said, your smile still forced. “Please call Secretary Kim and reschedule the lunch meeting with Mr. Boo for later this week, Secretary Lee.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he understood immediately. This was business. “I’ll check your schedule,” he promised. “Do you want to meet with him alone before you meet with his family on Wednesday?”

You could have sworn that meeting was Thursday. “Tomorrow works,” you fought back a frown. “Please clear your schedule as well for that meeting. It’s strictly a business lunch and I’ll need you to take notes,” you idly rearranged part of your desk, organizing it to keep yourself preoccupied. “Please tell Mr. Boo’s secretary to make that part incredibly clear to him.”

Chan nodded. He reached into his pocket, drawing out a few of your favorite wrapped candies. He set them on your desk, speaking in a quiet voice, “Wen told me to give you these.”

Of course Junhui would. He knew your favorites well and probably bought them that morning.

You scooped them toward you to put them in your drawer for later. “Please tell him I said thank you, but do so quietly.”

Chan merely nodded again, the smallest smile spreading across his lips. “I think we’re going to be okay,” he said. “We’re here for you if you need anything.”

You liked having a good relationship with your workers. It was nice to know people supported you.

A bouquet of flowers came for you later: two, actually. Pink hydrangeas that had a note written in his handwriting telling you to call him as soon as you were ready. You almost threw them out the moment you saw them, but you left them on your desk--more preoccupied with the second vase of blue hyacinth that had come for you. You didn’t recognize the handwriting, and there was no name with them. Just three sentences: “I’m sorry he did that to you. You deserve so much better. I hope we can be friends someday.”

Minghao eyed both bouquets when he came into your office to hand off his reports. “He better not be trying to win you back,” he said, casually enough.

“I don’t think Mr. Boo would consider trying something like that since our relationship is strictly professional,” you forced a smile, already looking through the file he’d given you.

Minghao didn’t bother to hide the amused look on his face when you glanced up at him. Despite his offer to throw out the card and put the flowers somewhere nicer--maybe the break room, since it could always use some color--you turned him down. He left you soon enough, and your phone lit up with a message from Mingyu. It had just been a picture of his lunch, teasingly asking if you were jealous.

Maybe the two of you could get lunch one day when you weren’t busy. Maybe you could even turn it into a business lunch since your companies had collaborations. Chan later came in to announce that your lunch with Seungkwan was canceled--for undisclosed reasons on his behalf--with only an apology to you and a promise to see you when you met later in the week. You let out a sigh of relief the moment Chan was gone. One less battle to face.

At the end of your busy day, you were driven back to Mingyu’s home. Your home, too, technically. You promised him that you’d get out of his hair as soon as you could, that all you needed was time to pull yourself back together and find a place. You ended up removing both cards, shutting them into a drawer to throw away properly later where people wouldn’t find them, and gave out flowers to the people in your department to thank them for their hard work that day. You had to ignore the knowing smile Minghao gave you when he took a blue hyacinth from the bunch, not hassling you in the slightest. Throwing away the flowers felt wrong because they were still pretty, and re-gifting them as a complete bouquet just felt... wrong.

Mingyu was already home when you arrived, having changed into something casual as he started cooking dinner. Something about it felt so domestic. You ignored the ache in your chest of the evenings you’d come home to Seungkwan in an apron, telling you to go change and to not come out because he was going to surprise you.

It felt weird, adjusting to this new way of life. But at least you had people to help anchor you throughout it.

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𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

; sections: asking you out, dates, what he likes about you, arguments, jealousy, the ‘L’ word, kissing

; warnings:

; author’s notes: also posted on my quotev, but i added some more sections.

asking you out

even before the two of you are dating, it’s obvious to everyone who knows you and him that you’re off limits.

you’re the couple who have never made it official :)

when he does ask you out properly, it is 100% done at the most random time.

like when you’re staying over at his house one night;

he wants you to watch just one more movie (he said that three movies ago lmao)

but you’re tired and want to fall asleep already.

this is around 2:30 a.m.

so, what else can he do but shock you so bad that you don’t feel tired anymore?

“time we made it official, don’t you think?”

“…huh?”

“be my girlfriend.”

of cOURSE YOU CAN’T SLEEP AFTER THAT!

he admits quickly that he only asked you bc he knew it would wake you up.

when he sees how deflated you look after that, he adds;

“i might have only asked to keep you awake, but i never said i didn’t want us to be dating for real.”

then boom! you start dating.

dates

if you don’t mention u want to go on a proper date (e.g. restaurant), you just won’t ever do it.

not bc he doesn’t care about dates, but because he thinks spending time together is the date.

walking to school together? date.

him sleeping on your bed while you study? date!

on the occasion that you do insist on having a more traditional date, at a restaurant for example, hanma always pays for the food.

if you ask to split the bill or even pay for the whole meal, he’ll kiss you dumb so you shut up and let him do it.

he does not mind pda at all!

(sometimes, you’ll just ask to split the bill for the sake of getting a kiss).

but if you’re not a fan of pda, he’ll do rock paper scissors with you, winner earns the right to pay.

miraculously, he wins every time.

(you think there’s a trick he’s using, but you’ve yet to find proof of that).

i said before that that i don’t think hanma would ever be the one asking for a proper date, but scratch that; there’s one exception.

arcade dates = his favourite

loves gaming, and is pretty good at it too.

going to the arcade is really just an excuse to show off his skills to you.

never ever goes easy on you whether or not you beg.

may or may not win you a cute stuffed animal or some other prize if you get all cute and pouty about losing all the time.

in the event that you do win against him, hanma goes apeshit :p

what he likes about you

hanma likes the fact that you’re someone who can stand up for yourself.

someone who won’t take crap from anyone, and isn’t afraid to call out your friends who do the wrong thing.

he might always complain about girls who talk a lot, but he actually loves that you talk a lot.

he loves hearing your voice, whether you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, or screaming the house down because of something stupid he did.

his favourite body part of yours is your waist.

always touches it,

all the time.

he holds it in public to let others know that you’re taken without having to tell them.

he’ll do it even if you find it embarrassing. nag him enough, and he’ll settle for holding your wrist.

(not even ur actual hand because even he, who is perfectly fine with kissing in public finds holding hands embarrassing 💀)

he thinks it’s a very intimate act, and will only initiate it behind closed doors :)

bonus: makes jokes about your gorgeous butt a lot!

arguments

bickering is quite a regular occurrence in your relationship.

can’t take whatever he says in your bickering sessions seriously, otherwise you won’t stay together for long.

more serious fights last for a few hours.

he needs to cool off, and you need to cool off as well, so he leaves you alone until both of you are ready to talk things out.

you’ll rarely ever hear the words “i’m sorry” come out of his mouth unless he’s really screwed up.

it’s just bc he’s stubborn, no other reason for it.

the longest fight will last for about two days.

after that, even if you’re not ready to talk, hanma will demand that you talk to him or it’s over.

after arguments, you usually just cuddle and basically fall back into your usual routines :3

jealousy

doesn’t really get jealous.

he’d only get jealous if someone was continuously pushing his buttons.

like if they wouldn’t stop flirting with you, even though you’re clearly uncomfortable and not interested.

if you don’t react fast enough to stop him, hanma would beat the dude to a pulp.

if you do react quickly enough, hanma will take out his frustrations on you.

through kisses and cuddles <3

another time he’d get jealous is if someone was flirting with you, and you were flirting back to purposefully annoy him.

at first, he’d give you a ‘i’m warning you’ look.

but if you decide to pay no attention and continue what you’re doing, he’ll resort to flirting with a girl himself.

from there, it would just be a competition for who would give in first.

he loses this game every time.

(only game he’s never beaten you at).

again, his frustrations will be taken out on you through long cuddle and kissing sessions.

so either way, when hanma is jealous, just know that lots of affection is coming your way !

the ‘L’ word

drops the L bomb after you do.

he probably falls in love faster than you do, he just won’t tell you about it.

partly because he fears you won’t say it back. but it’s mostly because he wants to tease you about “falling in love so easily”.

if you do it casually, like while you’re cuddling or before sleep or something, he’ll take like a minute to say it back to make you sweat.

if you do it in a more serious setting, like while you’re on a restaurant date, he’ll respond quickly, and quietly because he thinks saying those three words in public makes him look soft.

since it was almost inaudible, you think that he doesn’t really mean it, but felt inclined to tell you anyway.

when he drops you home though, before you can go inside, he grabs you, and tells you he loves you too, in between several kisses.

kissing

exceptionally good at kissing 😳

usually on the rough side, but he can be soft if he wants to be, or if you want him to be.

you get quick, repeated pecks when he’s needy (so usually after you make him jealous).

slightly longer kisses or make out sessions are reserved for times when he isn’t jealous (soooo 85% of the time?).

holds either the back of your neck, your waist, your hair or your chin when kissing you.

his favourite place to actually kiss you is your lips.

he feels like that’s the most meaningful place.

neck kisses are a very close second for him.

loves when you kiss him first.

only lets you do that in private tho.

he will legit dodge if you try and initiate a kiss in public.

then before you can complain he’ll kiss you.

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