#patients throat is still dry btw.

[xxxsugarcyanidexxx]

Do you think I'm melodramatic

[bigusbossus]

mmhmmgmhmgmh bbkaz sometime before sauna fight so they by some miracle havent seen eachothers cocks. they mostly just dry hump and make out but when they wanna finally fuck for the first time kaz makes a joke like "hehehaha whoever has the smallest penis has to bottom lol!!!" bc kaz actually has a decent sized cock and he feels like he might actually be bigger but then bb whips out his giant thick bitch breaker cock and its already bigger than kaz's and hes not even fully hard yet. kaz is like fuckfuckfuckfuck bc he doesnt even think its gonna fit inside himmm. bb finds it super amusing .. grabs kazs cock and starts comparing their sizes.. his cock makes kazs look sooo fucking small and its making kaz so embarrassed.. he compares the girths and the lengths and kaz is covering his super red face like "i-i get it boss..." and then bb pushes kaz down on the bed and asks him if hes ready to get fucked by a real man's cock 🤤🤤

Kaz has always thought that BB would be small. He cant wrap his head around a man being so disinterested in sex for any other reason than he has a tiny cock. When theyre making out and grinding he thinks its BB's crotch guard rubbing against his thigh. He never would've thought that man to be packing a monster in there. He'd look at it, eyes wide like hes witnessing a murder, swallowing the saliva he hasn't realized he's been collecting. Now he understands why BB dosnt fuck around so much, that thing could kill a guy and he's not about to be the next casualty.

He'd try to op out, "Haha.. Boss..um.. I dont think i can do this..." he'd be honest. But BB isnt taking that, " What? Intimidated? Come on Kaz, it wont bite :)" Kaz almost considers running out naked, he'll leave with his pride in ruins but atleast he'd have his life intact.

BB pushes their dicks together and the difference is comical, Kaz is unimpressive next to Bb, even at full hardness. BB would stroke their cocks together, And Kaz gets t witness with his very own two eyes how much bigger it can get, he feels his throat going dry, his cock leaking despite the circumstances. He'd truly be speechless. He dosnt stand a chance in the dick competition, he shouldnt have entered in the first place. BB would keep rubbing their dicks together, Its fun to see Kaz be so torn between melting into the pleasure and being terrified about whats to come (which is him btw, he cums prematurely and BB laughs at him for it, Kaz is just embarrassing himself even more)

Knowing he cant leave, theres only one way forward and thats to keep by his word. With sweat beading on his forehead, veins protruding like theyre about to pop, Kaz opens his legs up for BB and presents his criminally unprepared hole.

All the birds resting on mother base go flying that day, and everyone present thinks Miller is being tortured. His screams are so loud they reach the neighboring platforms. BB isnt a very patient man so of course he barely preps Kaz, He's strong enough to just force it in. Kaz is lucky he dosnt need stitches.

BB is so big that his dick pokes through from inside Kaz's belly and this is very hot to both of them :3 even though Kaz faints from the pain and also the "what the frick theres a huge thing inside me!?!?!?! " thing , he still ends up enjoying it alot.... even with the rectal bleeding (the price to pay for having sex with bb tbh)

also bb's cock is huge become one he was born that way and 2 the radiation made it bigger... like canonically

[babbygirlblues]

Hi, how are you ? I have this one :

fem reader x nat

nat thinks the avengers doesn't think of her as her family, so she stays a bit away.

and (if you saw black widow the scene where they talk about period and ovaries) reader and nat talk about it with comfort

the avengers overhear and big group hug later with team bonding (family bonding)

ooooooooo i love this request! this is hard one <3 (I'm great thx btw, I hope you're going great too!)

thanks for being patient. it took my a while to get this one down, i've been working on a couple series that I'm really excited about posting soon xx

Family Means Forever

So, my thinking 4 this one is:

The convo with Bruce didn't happen (Age of Ultron)

But this is set at Clint's house, like her convo with Bruce

And instead she talks to you.

Sterility does not make someone a monster, or less of a woman, or less of a person, or less worthy of anything.

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“Do you want children?”

You’re shocked by the question. Your hand lingers over the door handle and you turn to look at Natasha sitting on the bed.

She looks terrified. Seeking comfort under a grey cardigan and you can’t remember the last time she felt like she had to hide from you.  

You’re racking your brain for what could be wrong.

It’s your second day at the Barton farmhouse and you’ve spent most of it with Laura and the kids. You’ve seen Natasha here unlike anything before. ‘Auntie Nat’ plays with Clint’s kids like they’re her own but today she’d wandered off with Clint. 

You make your way over to her and sit on the bed beside her. It dips slightly and pulls her closer to you. 

“Umm,” You try to formulate an honest answer, “I guess, I always thought it would depend on my life, my situation. If I felt like my children would be safe and happy then yeah I’d want them, but I didn’t expect that. I thought that my life might be too crazy for children.”

“Do you want children?” You ask her curiously.

She shrugs, miserably. You’ve never seen her look so dead behind her eyes.

“I’m not family material.” She mumbles.

“What?” You reply, trying to keep your words slow and comforting. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m a bit lost here.” 

“I can’t have children.” She says firmly.

“Ok, that’s ok. Not everybody wants children.” 

“No, that’s not it.” She’s getting worked up, you can see the tears start to swirl in her eyes and they swell with an angry red.

“Ok.”  You go to rub her back soothingly but she shies away from your touch.

You swallow the rejection as best you can, “What is it, then?” You whisper patiently. 

“I can’t have children. It was the last step, just another thing the Room took from me.”

She cups a hand over her lower stomach shamefully and your heart shatters. She has more to say, you can tell it’s all threatening to bubble out, but as usual she holds it all back. 

“They did that to you?” You press softly. You remember clearly how long it took for Natasha to show you that scar. For months she hid her stomach from you, under the covers or in the darkness. Even after she’d shown you her heart, her family, her mind, there was still that insecurity you were desperate to kiss away when she gave you the chance.

She nods, “The graduation ceremony.” 

She sniffles and you reach out for the tissue box on top of the bedside table. 

You fold the tissue and gently pat her eyes dry, wiping the away the tear tracks down her cheek and chin. 

“Hey, look at me.” You hold her chin and turn softly to face you.

“That is not a problem for me.” You hold her gaze and try to convey how serious you are. 

“I mean, obviously I want to murder everyone who hurt you.” You mumble and a giggle hiccups through a wet sob in her throat. 

“But I love you, exactly as you are.”

You kneel down on the floor and shuffle yourself between her legs. Your hands slither up her thighs where they spread out on the mattress and then up around to her hips. 

You reach around to her robe where she clutches it tightly across her midsection. You place your hands on her folded arms and she slowly lets them drop them into her lap. You carefully pull the edges of the cardigan open and then reach down for the bottom of her shirt. 

You look up at her, wary of a negative reaction before pulling the shirt up, exposing her lower stomach up to her belly button. 

As you lean in, your chest presses into the tops of her legs and you press a kiss to the soft skin of her stomach. She flops backwards on the bed and you run your lips along the faint scar line, almost invisible just above the waistband of the pants. Your lips are warm against her skin and you’re careful to stay soft while you rub soothing circles into her skin, tracing up and down the bulge of her hip bones.

You pull yourself up and crawl along the bed until you’re hovering over her head. Silent tears are falling from the corners of her eyes, dripping down her temple and into her hair.

“Oh, my love.” You whisper, wiping her eyes with the pad of your thumbs on either side of her head. 

She looks at you pleadingly. Somehow you’re able to read the words she can’t force from her lips. 

“You want children, baby?”

She sobs and her head rocks into a nodding motion. 

“You’d make the best mother to ever exist on this Earth.” You tell her, your voice tender and confident.

“Yeah?” She sniffles behind her hand and there’s a shy smile that starts to reveal her pearly whites. 

You peck a quick kiss to the deep dimple in her cheek. 

“Without a doubt.”

~~~

“Tash, you should go.” You insist. 

You’re pulling on your jacket at the door of her room and she’s lingering behind you. You’re going out tonight, which means she has to walk herself down stairs and go to the bowling alley with the team without you. 

“Urhhhh,” She groans. “It’s not fun if you’re not going.”

“Hm, I know Tony’s charm runs dry pretty quickly but they are your team, baby.”

“Your family too.” You emphasise to her.

She mumbles something to herself quietly. 

You kiss her on the cheek and reach up to pull off the hood of her jumper off her head. Her ruffled hair flies up at the friction of the fabric and you try not to smile too big at how cute she is.

You pocket your phone and keys from a tray at the door, “I won’t be long, either way.” 

She tugs on your sleeves in a futile attempt to stop you leaving, and you appease her with another kiss to her cheek, then lips. 

“Have a good night, beautiful.” You tell her.

At 5:30 Natasha drags herself downstairs in her old hoodie and jeans. She’ll go with them, but she’s not getting dressed up for it. 

It’s been an exhausting couple of months. Little does she know, the team has found out that the two of you are trying for a baby and they understand there’s something difficult there for Natasha, although they don’t know exactly what it is.

The baby is not something you tried to hide, you’ve spoken to a couple of them and Natasha just wants to tell people on her own time. Secretly, she doesn’t want to get her hopes up just yet and avoids talking about it to anyone but you. 

The group spread themselves across 2 bowling lanes, ordering greasy burgers and fries from the menu. Natasha is just going through the motions, keeping an impressive streak of strikes and she has to admit that she’s having fun despite the smell and the clown shoes and the noise. 

Tony pulls her aside when the burgers arrive and she’s mid-bite when he pulls out a small envelope with her name on it, yours next to it in a beautiful cursive font. 

“Tony?”

“I know nothing’s official yet.” He says, “but I want you to know that I’m happy for you.”

He starts blinking furiously and Natasha almost chokes on a mouthful of food when she realises he’s holding back tears.

She wipes her fingers on her pants and takes the card from him, curiously.

“And, anything you need, you’ll have it.” He says determinately.

She slides the card out from the envelope and opens it up. 

Inside is a picture of a cute little house on a quiet block out of the city. A big tree shades the house around green grass and a little pool glistens on the side. 

Her hand starts to shake. 

“A kid deserves a house to grow up in and a yard to play around.” He says passionately.

Her heart leaps. It’s her worst fear, crying in public and in front of Tony. 

“Tony,” She mumbles, “I don’t know what to say.”

She sniffles and Tony echos it with his own. 

“It’s perfect.” She whispers. 

She runs a finger over the picture of the house. She can imagine you at the front door, a kid running on the grass, summer in the pool and hanging Christmas decorations on the roof. 

She keeps staring down at the little house and Tony smiles at the emotion in her eyes. He’s made the right choice.

“Come on,” He says, patting her on the back. “The others are waiting for the next game.”

~

She realises as the night goes on, that all of them know. 

Steve murmurs a quiet “Congratulations,” and he smiles at her proudly handing her a bowling bowl when she steps up to take her turn. 

Clint holds his hands up innocently when Natasha sends him a look like, did you tell him?

“So, who’s gonna get the title of godfather?” Bucky asks Natasha playfully from across the lane, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Need I remind you of the time I saved your life.” He says.

“I’ve saved Y/N��s life.” Tony claims from the seats, putting emphasis on your name, and yeah, that’s a stronger argument.

“What about names?” Sam says, “Might I recommend Sam Jr? Wilson? I’d settle for William even.”

Nat laughs, she hasn’t let herself think about names, too scared she’d be naming a child that won’t ever be born. 

She hopes they’ll have your hair, your eyes, she doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, and she’ll love them no matter what they want to do. 

She doesn't know it yet, but she’ll teach them to fight, to dance if they want, to read and write, she’ll sing Russian lullabies and hold them when it’s scary at night. 

This night exactly one year later, she fawns over tiny feet and wispy red hair. The precious eyes of her daughter gaze at her in admiration and she calls for her mother in the night.

This is something they can’t take anything away from her.

~~~

Oops, sorry! I realise that I didn’t really go into the surgery or period or anything like that. I want to write it in a second part - not a continuation of this one but a one-shot on the same theme. The way this one came out, that conversation just didn’t fit there. I hope the child-topic is enjoyable anyway. Thank you so much for this request. Bya! xx

[chippedaxe]

Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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[hotchocolatedoodles]

Lazy Morning | An Emunene Fanfic

I noticed the lack of Emunene fanfics on Ao3 especially compared to the Ruikasa fanfics so I wanna change that!! I literally wrote this just now within maybe two or three hours (??) Idk lol sorry for any mistakes it's my first time writing something for a Fandom I'm in. I hope you enjoy!! It's all fluff btw!! 🍬🤖

Main Pairing: Ootori Emu/Kusanagi Nene

Other Pairings: Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa

Characters: Kusanagi Nene, Ootori Emu, Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa

Word Count: 1,273 words

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It was about 11:00 A.M. when Nene’s phone started ringing. No reaction. The ringing faded and after a while it started again. It was then that Nene slowly came to her senses although she still seemed to be more asleep than awake. With her left hand she rubbed her eyes while she was holding her pink haired partner tight with her right.

After their practice last night, Emu wanted to stay the night at Nene’s place. So, obviously she asked the green haired diva if that would be okay for her and received a rather flustered Nene who, of course, couldn’t say no to that request. To be honest, Nene was a little embarrassed being confronted with that question in front of their other troupe mates but she didn’t mind because that’s just how much she loved her bubbly partner. They spent the night playing video games, watching some movies and cuddling. At around 01:30 A.M. they realized just how late it had got and decided to go to sleep.

Nene really didn’t want to leave Emu’s side right now. She felt too comfortable like this, holding her girlfriend in her arms and close to her chest. On top of that, she really didn’t want to risk waking Emu up when she was sleeping this soundly. But when Nene’s phone started ringing for the third time this morning, Emu slowly fluttered her eyes open. Now, Nene needn’t had to worry about waking Emu up anymore when her phone did the job for her. But the sleepy diva had no time to frown when she was greeted with the most sparkly pink eyes in existence and she could feel her heart melt on the spot.

“Mhhh good moooorniiiing, Nene-chaaan~,” exclaimed Emu, excited to start the day with her favourite person in the whole wide world. She stretched her arms and took Nene into a big, tight hug. Nene returned the hug without realizing that her phone stopped ringing once again. “Good morning, Emu,” Nene murmured into Emu’s hair with a small smile on her face. Emu nuzzled her head deeper into Nene’s chest. They were both overjoyed, being able to hold each other so close without a soul interrupting their peace.

Well, maybe there was one thing that could interrupt their peace after all.

Nene’s phone rang once more and this time Nene couldn’t ignore it anymore. With a frown on her face she sighed and released herself from the oh so comfortable grip of her girlfriend and grabbed her phone. Rui and Tsukasa have tried calling them for the past 10 minutes and Nene noticed about 50 unread messages, of which most were messages from Tsukasa, all in caps, as if it would make Nene read them sooner.

Nene answered the call.

“Hello…” Nene’s throat felt dry and she’d rather go back to cuddling with Emu now.

“Good morning, Nene. Or should I rather say good noon?” despite not being able to see his face, Nene could see Rui’s grin.

“Ugh… What’s the matter?” Nene asked while massaging her forehead.

“Um… Well, you do know that we have agreed to meet up for practice today, right? You didn���t forget that, did you?”

At first there was no reply on the other end but Rui waited patiently, unlike his noisy boyfriend who could be heard in the distance. Nene needed a few seconds to process what she just got told by her childhood friend and when she remembered their agreement, she slapped her hand onto her face and let out a quiet “Fuck…” which unfortunately wasn’t quiet enough for Rui not to hear.

“Fufu~ so you did forget, huh?” again, Nene could see Rui grinning widely. She couldn’t tell if that was better than him being upset about Emu and her not appearing for practice, though.

“sigh… Yeah, Emu and I… We may have overslept a little. Sorry about that, Rui.” Emu, who sat up on Nene’s bed in the meantime, noticed how Nene genuinely felt bad for forgetting about practice, so she moved closer to the girl with messy, green hair and hugged her from behind. Nene welcomed that gesture by placing her free hand over Emu’s.

“Emu and I will hurry over. We just need to get dressed quickly and we’ll be on our way!” Nene promised and Emu, head resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder, quickly added, “YEAH! We’ll be there in no time!!”

There was a short silence before Rui said, “No need, it’s fine.”

The girls were a little surprised at the response but before either of them could say another thing, their director continued to speak.

“Take the day off, you two. We’re everything but on a tight schedule, so just enjoy yourselves today. Tsukasa-kun and I have plans of our own for today and it’s a nice surprise to get to them sooner than expected.” Rui spoke with an unusual tone in his voice.

“Oh- But is it really okay? You two have probably been waiting for quite some ti-”

“OF COURSE IT’S OKAY!” Tsukasa snatched Rui’s phone and cut Nene off mid-sentence. “Did you really think we were doing nothing while waiting for you two? Of course we did some practicing while waiting as a means not to waste time!”

Nene and Emu were looking at each other and began to smile. A synchronized “Thank you!” was heard from the girls and Nene then hung up the phone, placing it back onto her bedside table. First, the two girls just kept staring at each other, their smiles becoming wider and their blush turning a deeper shade of red until Emu pulled Nene back down on the bed with all her force, making both of them laugh. Nene hid her face in her hands as she was laughing.

“We’re so dumb. How did we forget practice?” Nene breathed out in-between laughs, slightly embarrassed about forgetting. She was happy nonetheless because she forgot together with her girlfriend, who she adored so much. Emu couldn’t even form a reply, she was laughing that much. She simply pulled Nene into a tight hug again, nuzzling her face back into the older one’s chest. Nene carefully placed her hands on each side of the pink haired girl’s head, pulling her face up a little to place a soft kiss on Emu’s forehead. Immediately after, Nene placed her arms around Emu’s head and held her close to her. The younger one’s blush deepens even more as she hugs her dearest Nene tighter.

The two of them kept lying there, snuggling, legs intertwined and simply enjoying each other’s company for as long as possible. They forgot everything around them, the only thing on their minds being their partner until…

rumble

Until Emu’s stomach disturbed their peace. Neither of them has eaten anything for breakfast until now because they yet had to leave Nene’s room. They giggled as they heard Nene’s stomach rumbling now, too.

“I think we should go grab something to eat haha!” Nene suggested.

“Yeah we should definitely! Can we make some extra, super duper, wonderhoi-ish poofy waffles together?? Pretty please???” Emu asked with big puppy eyes, holding Nene by the collar of her shirt.

“Hihi of course we can,” Nene replied, her eyes and smile turning softer with each passing second.

The two lovebirds got out of bed, the green haired girl taking the pink’s hand, and in return the younger gave the older a quick peck on the cheek as they left the room to make breakfast. Or, looking back at how much time had passed already, perhaps it would be more fitting to call it lunch at this point.

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45 and 78 with jungkook pls🥺(Btw i love your writing and take your time for part 3☺️)

under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

hi thank you guys so much for requesting and also for being patient with me anon! I combined these two asks because you both asked for 78 so other anon you get a little something extra haha! I hope you enjoy <3

45: “Take.It.Off” + 78. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more gorgeous” - jjk x reader - word count: 1.4k

Around the castle people buzzed and shuffled, zipping past one another like moving pieces in a well organized machine. The sound of numerous conversations and orders being shouted from left and right was only beaten out by the loud rushing water from outside, heavy drops of water hitting newly installed stain glass windows and ringing off like canons. Rain was nothing new to the occupants of Uwhen and not even the downpour outside could stop the bustling maids and the boisterous knights that littered every hall. So it was to Jungkook's surprise when he heard the noise come to a halt, turning his head to follow the direction of everyone's gaze trained on the main entrance. His eyes fell upon the distressing, albeit slightly amusing, sight of you standing drenched from head to toe, looking akin to a shaggy dog he had once seen fall into a river as a young boy.

It wasn’t your fault of course, this was your first rainy season after all. Sure there were a few cloudy days and drizzles that happened here and there but for the most part Aster was typically a sunny land with what seemed like never ending summers. So how were you expected to know that during this time storms came through quicker than the drop of a hat, nose untrained to picking up the fresh scent of lingering salty rain that was always a tell-tale sign of what was coming. And by the time you were able to feel the light drops of water landing on the top of your head it had already been too late and the next thing you knew you were trudging through thick mud, struggling to pull the train of your dress and walk with the weight of your heavy petty coat holding you down.

“Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed and rushed over to you in only a few strides. His hands found themselves landing on your shoulders as he worriedly looked you over, eyes full of concern. He could feel you shaking under his fingertips. “What the hell happened to you, my love?”

You could only gaze up at him through wet lashes, lips set heavily in a pout. You could tell he was waiting for you to answer but you were too caught up with the fact that everyone had stopped to stare at the pair of you. Too afraid to sound like a fool, you had no intention of explaining yourself out here in the open, only letting out a small whimper as you huddled your arms close to yourself to stave off the cold. Jungkook noticed your hesitation, head whipping around to glare at the onlookers who had stopped to see what all the commotion was about. “Fucking hell- what are you all looking at!? Get back to work!”

Like a flip was switched, the noises returned and everyone went back to rushing past each other. All except your hand maiden who came running over the minute she saw a clear path over to your dripping figure. “Lady y/n! Let me get you back to your bed chambers and I’ll run you a fresh bath and get you a new pair of clothes and-”

“No need.” Jungkook had brushed past the maid, arm locked heavily around your frame as he started escorting you back to your room, not even sparing her a glance. “I can do all of that perfectly fine on my own.”

She sputtered and followed hastily behind you two, “But- but sir! Are you sure you don’t wan’t-” Jungkook's steely eyes had her mouth clamping shut and she stopped dead in her tracks. “Of course, my apologies. Please let me know if you need anything else, my lord.” She didn’t even wait for a reply before bowing and leaving in a hurry.

Jungkook merely grunted and continued walking the two of you up the staircase, your graze trained behind you as you watched your hand maiden scurry away. “You didn’t have to be so rude, you know.” You muttered, letting out a small hmph. Jungkook just gazed down at you briefly before pretending as if he didn’t hear your snarky comment. Though you swore you saw the hint of a smile twitch at the corner of his lips.

Upon arriving at the room, Jungkook had immediately pushed you into the center of the room, broad shoulders looming more than a few inches over you just an arms reach away. He sighed slowly and crossed his arms, “Take it off.”

You deadpanned, “What?” you say. You had heard what he said, but you hoped he wouldn’t say it again. That hope was mistakenly misplaced.

“I said take your clothes off. They’re soaking wet and you’ll get sick.” Jungkook said, talking as if this whole thing was just a giant nuisance. His facial expression was cold (as usual), so it was hard to really tell if he was serious or not (also very usual). “Once you undress I’ll give you a bath-”

“No no I’m fine! Haha no need for that, yup completely fine.” Your attempt at passing off the situation in an effort to avoid his offer was very unconvincing. “It’s not even that cold, I’ll dry off soon.” That was a lie. You were freezing, Jungkook could practically hear your teeth chattering as you spoke.

You were obviously uncomfortable with his request. He wasn’t mad, in fact, he completely understood. Despite being married for 3 years (most of it being spent apart except for one short night), he had only ever seen you naked once. At least in real life it was only once, his dreams were a completely different story.

Jungkook just shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, “Y/N…” he let out a sound of annoyance and took a deep breath to compose himself before dropping his hand and fixing you with a steely glare. He hated having to get stern with you. “Take.it.off.”

This time you could definitely tell he was serious and your nervous smile immediately dropped, replaced quickly by a look of defeat. You knew you had lost this time so there was no point in trying to push off the inevitable so instead you just sighed and began undoing your corset, Jungkook standing quiet as he watched. You could practically hear a pin drip, the room was so silent. It was deafening.

When Jungkook saw your fingers get to the last loop, he waited with bated breath. Finally, he thought, he really had to talk to someone about making your dresses less complicated to get off (for your convenience, of course). He watched you gulp just as the cord was set free and then stared transfixed as the material fell, pooling around your ankles. If he wasn’t already holding his breath, he would’ve choked. His dreams were doing you absolutely no justice.

By now your face was on fire, heat feeling your cheeks to the point you no longer even felt cold. And Jungkook's stare was only making it worse, your head filling with so many nervous ramblings and worries. Have I gotten fat since he last saw me? And was that stretch mark always there? Wait, when did my thighs get so big?

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more gorgeous.” your breath caught in your throat. Jungkook had whispered the words completely in awe, irises finally filled with something other than stony resistance (dare you say, love?). You don’t know how, but for some reason those simple words had all your insecurities fading away, at least for the time being. Because the way he looked at you in this moment, it didn’t matter if you had gained a stretch mark or two, cause you knew he would still see you as nothing less than beautiful.

It was hard for you to say exactly how he was feeling since he didn’t say much else before turning around to head into the bathroom (presumably to run that bath that he mentioned earlier), but for someone who was a man of a few words, just one sentence could mean a thousand. And you hoped he would stay with you long enough for you to hear a thousand more.

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Uh hello I'm here to request hehe- english isn't my first language so I'm sorry if it doesn't makes sense.

And I'm pretty awkward when it's comes to requesting so I'm sorry about that too- 💀✋🏻

(Btw woah you're a really good writer already-)

Kitty sejun always wanting something in his mouth so you regularly buy him lollipops and anything sweet he can suck on. Even though one day he doesn't has any sweets anymore so gets bratty and demands you to feel he's mouth with something when you were on a meeting call(or at least working) so after the meeting you punish him and roughly fuck his mouth with a strap

You can change up anything it doesn't really matters-

But now I shall shut up 💀

Authors note: Yess my first request being Victon or just an ult in general is very much appreciated. Kitty Sejun will be the death of me I swear-well Sejun himself would be but that's not the point. Also thank you for the compliment~ I'm glad people are enjoying my writing :)

Authors note 2: Also I wasn't able to get the punishment cause I forgot- so hopefully you don't mind lmao

Content: Sub!Sejun, Dom!Reader, mentions of master and mommy, pet names, blowjobs, oral fixation, slight degradation if you squint 

Word Count: 818

Working from home seemed like it was going to be a great idea, not having to listen to your co workers all day plus you get to spend the day with your amazing boyfriend Sejun. Sounds nice doesn’t it?

At least to you it did. Sejun gets very needy, and it’s way easier for him to behave and contain himself when you are gone all day. 

Watching you work shouldn’t get to him as much as it does but watching you type makes him want your hands on him instead of that dumb laptop. Or the way your voice still has a low tone to it from waking up each time you have to turn on your mic to reply to something your boss said.

Sejun has already gone through three lollipops just trying to distract himself, and it did for a few minutes but once they were gone his want to have his mouth and pretty lips wrapped around something would just build back up. 

“Y/n can’t you just help a little bit? Just do anything?”

“Sejunnie I’m working” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your annoyed tone or how short you were being with him. But it also didn’t help the growing problem in his pants. 

Sighing, Sejun comes up with an idea. Getting down on his knees and resting his head on your lap, out of view of the camera but enough for you to notice him. “Master please?”

Your eyes snap down to Sejun instantly, a smile creeping on your lips. “Aw, kitten. You’re really that needy to try and tease me like this? What is it that you want?” Running your hand through his hair, he does a dry swallow, his confidence slowly slipping from him.

“Just want mommy’s cock in my mouth, want you to fill me. I feel so empty” A blush shows up in Sejuns cheeks, showing some embarrassment despite how sure his words sounded.

Smiling, satisfied with how shy your boy was getting, you run your thumb across his lower lip, stopping at the center of his lower lip “Suck” you demand. “Maybe if you do good enough and are patient throughout the rest of this meeting I’ll let you have what you want” 

Sejun nodded, a bit too excitedly. Taking your thumb into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It wasn’t much but it was enough to hold him off. A few glances down at him and some praises helped him get through the meeting. 

Once you hung up the call and closed your laptop, Sejun stood up ready to take you up on your promise. “Go get the strap kitten, I think you earned it”

Giggling at how quickly Sejun went off to your guys bedroom, noting how needy he really was. 

“Are you sure this is what you want? You know I don’t like when you change your mind halfway through and ask for something else. So are you sure you can get off to this?”

“I think you underestimate just how much this turns me on” Sejun said, watching as you put the strap on. Licking his lips as you signal for him to come over. 

Getting back down on his knees, he looks up at you for reassurance. Not wanting to get ahead of himself and cause himself a punishment. “Go ahead, kitty, haven’t you been waiting all morning?”

Sejun doesn't waste anymore time and takes the tip of the strap into his mouth, sighing with relief finally getting what he’s been craving. Sejun slides the most he can in his mouth, making eye contact with you through hooded eyes as the tip hits the back of his throat, making a moan come from you. 

“You look so pretty like this kitten,” getting a grip on his hair to have control of his movements, “Lips wrapped around my cock. It’s a sight I could look at all day” 

A muffled whine comes from Sejun-or at least as much as it could-and he starts grinding himself against the couch. Little moans coming from him as the coil in his stomach builds up, threatening to spill.

“You weren’t lying doll? Having my cock shoved in your mouth really gets you this turned on? We’re your gonna cum without even being touched” 

Sticking your leg between his thighs and adding the slightest pressure against his hard on is enough to have him cumming. Sejuns movements stop and he howolles his cheeks around the strap.

“Such a pretty little cock slut” 

Once his high starts to calm, a small wet patch is seen on his pants. “Sejun, you’ve made such a mess and without even asking. Maybe you could go for a round two in the shower” 

Sejun whined knowing this was the punishment for being a needy bitch all day, knowing he was going to be in for a long night.

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DTIYS Contest Prize: Rllyaangrlly

Here is the first of the one-shots promised to the three winners of the DTIYS event I put on recently. (Thank you guys for being patient with me, btw. I’m a very slow writer, and you’re seeing it in action). Just as the title states, this one is for @rllyaangrlly, based on her requests. 

This was a ton of fun and gave me an opportunity to not only shake some writing rust, but work with topics I don’t normally explore. More than anything, I was able to try to emulate the vibes Brit gives these characters in her own art/writing. I wish I had a better word for it, but I’ve always felt like Brit has a certain “aesthetic” with the IZ characters through her drawing style, the situations she puts them in, and her overall portrayal of their personalities. I’ve always adored it, and it was an honor to be able to try my hand at writing it. 

Story is under the cut.

Characters: Dib, Zim, Gaz

Relationships: ZaGr, ZaDf

Warnings: minor injuries

Words: 3,706

Absurdity

The car’s engine and the drone of its wheels on the highway were the only sounds that passed between the three. The radio hadn’t been turned on, and no one had the gall nor the desire to change that. Not Zim, who was turned almost completely towards the window in the passenger seat, nor Gaz in the backseat. They drove along in heavy silence as Dib stared stonily ahead of him at the stretch of road, hands gripping the wheel numbly.

Dating. They’re… dating.

The idea was positively absurd to him. Not only did it feel weirdly out of the realm of possibility, but it felt wrong, somehow. Like some sort of tasteless prank. When Zim had told him, he’d half expected the camera crew from Punk’d to come parading around the corner, led by Ashton Kutcher, to point and laugh at the look on Dib’s face. “Can you believe it?! Your best friend—alien best friend—and your little sister! You totally fell for it!”

That almost would have been better. Cruel and mortifying, maybe, but better. At least then, he wouldn’t be sitting behind the wheel of the car trying to make sense of it while the two pretended not to notice from inches away. But it wasn’t a prank. Hell, Dib wasn’t famous enough to be on Punk’d anyway. Maybe someday… but not today.

A little part of him had high hopes for the series of paranormal investigation videos he and Zim had strung together. Lately, that little part of him had stopped feeling so childish, too. Their following had risen significantly over the last few months, gaining more and more traction as people tuned in. Suddenly, their modest little support net of viewers was in the hundreds. Then the thousands. Then the hundred-thousands. Truth be told, Zim and Dib hadn’t really come across anything of substance in their investigations, but their newer viewers weren’t exactly around for solid proof of the paranormal, anyway. It hadn’t taken long for the two to realize that most of the channel’s appeal came from the dripping sarcasm and witty banter directed at one another.

“Chemistry” was an apt word, and it got thrown around a lot. Zim and Dib, quite by accident, had become the up-and-coming best friend duo in the paranormal community. And with each new investigation, they garnered more and more recognition.

That’s where they were headed now, towards Ottawa National Forest to investigate the latest hot spot Dib’s research had led him to. The “Paulding Light” was a strange phenomenon, appearing in a single spot in the woods and taking form of a bright glow before fading off into the darkness of the night. Though plenty of locals could attest to having seen it, no one could feasibly explain it. Dib was determined to catch it on camera. Or at least he had been, before Zim had dropped the bomb on him right before leaving the house.

Dating. They’re… dating.

His thoughts rounded back, and he felt his hands readjust themselves on the steering wheel. Behind him, Gaz sighed quietly and cross her legs. He almost swore he could sense her and Zim exchange a glance through the rearview mirror, but he really had no way of knowing. He didn’t really want to know.

Dating.

“What’s the exit?” he asked, jarring them all back to reality.

Zim paused before answering. “It’s a couple down. Not this one, but the next.”

They returned to silence. Even as Dib’s blinkers resounded through the car and they exited off the highway. Even as the smooth highway turned to bumpy asphalt, then later, dirt roads.

At last, Zim spoke. “Dib—”

“I’m not mad,” he interrupted. “I’m just…I don’t know what I am. I need to process this. Just…” He trailed off, his mouth a thin line.

Zim and Gaz glanced at each other through the rearview again.

Eventually, they pulled into a dirt lot and spilled out of the little hatchback, glad for a break in the tension that had been all-consuming throughout the entire car ride. Gaz leaned back, popping her joints before heading to the trunk of the car where the camping supplies and camera equipment was. Zim took over, gathering it up and taking inventory of what they had brought along.

Just as before, everything was done without a word. No one really knew what to say. Gaz and Zim were giving Dib his space, and the latter still seemed to be at a loss. Driving hadn’t really cleared his head as he’d lamely claimed it would; it’d just made him more flustered.

Before long, they were off. The hike through the woods was only marginally less uncomfortable than the car ride had been, but the open air helped. Dib led the way, walking along the dimming trail as dusk settled in. The plan was to find a place to set up camp near the area where the Paulding Light supposedly made its appearance. Then, they’d hike again—this time under the cover of darkness—with the cameras rolling.

As the daylight slowly dissipated and the cool air settled in, Gaz paused to unhook her backpack from around her shoulders. Her jacket was inside, probably balled up beneath all the other crap she’d packed for this little excursion. Before she could even get her bag unzipped, though, Zim handed her his own sweatshirt.

She glanced up, and a wordless argument passed between them.

Now you’re going to be cold, her glare told him.

He gave her a challenging, almost haughty glance in return. Just put it on. I’m fine.

Gaz huffed a little and rolled her eyes, but ultimately acquiesced. She bunched it up and pulled it over her head. It was an overlarge navy hoodie with their college name and emblem branded on the front in bright, almost obnoxious yellow font. Zim had been wearing it almost religiously since October had arrived and the first freeze of the year had swept through their neighborhood.

When her face appeared at the neckline, she made brief accidental eye contact with Dib. He averted his eyes quickly. His mouth was still in that tight, thin line.

They continued on, walking until they’d found a suitable place to set up camp. Just as agonizingly silent as before, they set to tidying up the area, pulling out their sleeping bags, and taking inventory of the food they’d brought.

At this, Zim reached into one of the backpacks, eyes lighting up at a bag of jumbo marshmallows. Gaz slapped it away, all pretenses forgotten for a second. “Knock it off. We still have to film,” she said.

He snagged one anyway, popping it in his mouth defiantly before chuckling at her wavering attempt at a serious expression. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Gaz finally dropped it and began laughing along with him.

Dib cleared his throat.

They both turned and looked at him, smiles dropping instantly.

“Let’s get going,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking up at the smattering of stars up ahead. “You have the camera, Gaz?”

She nodded and held it up.

Dib did his best to not look behind him at Gaz and Zim as they walked on. Suddenly, any playful or even amicable interaction between them had taken on a whole new meaning. Because it wasn’tjust amicable.

Dating. They’re… dating.

It made him feel like the last few months had been a lie. It wasn’t just him, his sister, and his best friend anymore. It was him, his sister, and his sister’s boyfriend.

He visibly shuddered as he stepped over a fallen tree branch. Ugh, he didn’t want to think about that.

About a mile in, they began to hear running water. Sure enough, only about five minutes later they came upon a fallen tree that spanned about the width of the trail. Some quick observation showed that it was acting as a sort of bridge over a shallow stream about five or six feet below.

“I guess this is sturdy enough,” Dib muttered, testing the strength of the log. He peered over the edge at the water. At this point, night had fallen proper. A small slice of moon illuminated the sky, casting down on the stream. Dark water glinted here and there as it passed over rocks.

He began to walk over it, arms held out for balance. He hadn’t said much at all, despite Gaz currently filming. She held the camera up anyway, sighing inwardly.

What a waste this trip was. Who the hell would want to watch a video of Dib moodily wandering through the woods all night?

As for Zim, he had hardly uttered a word, either. And he was usually the comic relief of their little program. The fact that Zim was quiet wasn’t just bizarre; it was unsettling.

Zim stepped up on the log, followed by Gaz, who was still holding the camera out in front of herself. The disproportionate weight made her lose her balance for a moment, which was then exacerbated when the entire log rocked along with her. On instinct, Zim reached out and caught her by the wrist.

Dib turned, still halfway across their little bridge over the stream. He glanced at the two blankly. Then, his eyes narrowed. Even in the darkness, the intensity of his glare met Zim’s eyes.

“Would it kill you to not fondle my sister in the middle of the night while we’re trying to film?” Dib muttered.

“What are you talking about, Earth-stink?” It was clear Zim’s already-thin patience was running dry. These days, nearly a decade after arriving on earth, he only pulled out the immature nicknames when he on the verge of arguing.

Dib simply gesticulated at Zim’s hand, still grasping Gaz’s wrist. Zim looked at him incredulously and then let go of her.

“Dib…” Gaz growled, “You’re acting like an asshole.”

I’m acting like an asshole?!” he said, the hours of tension suddenly bubbling to the surface. “You’re the one who decided to… to…” He was at a loss for words.

Gaz darkened nonetheless, eyes glinting. “I didn’t ‘decide’ to do anything! And if I knew you were just going to sulk the whole time, I would have stayed the fuck home! Do I even have to remind you that I do this shit as a favor to you?” She waved the camera in front of her, and Dib paled at both her words and the prospect of it slipping from her grip and into the stream several feet below them. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn’t even want to go camping right after my midterms?”

“A favor for me, sure!” Dib shot back. Maybe some people could be perfectly silent for hours on end and be perfectly calm. His temper had never allowed for that. He was speaking without thinking, and he could feel it. It still didn’t stop the word-vomit from coming. “You sure it’s a favor for me and not a favor for your little boyfriend over there?”

He gestured vaguely towards the “boyfriend” in question, who’s face was beginning to match Gaz’s. Before Zim could open his mouth, though, Gaz lunged forward, right into Dib’s face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut the fuck up right now!”

The fallen tree they were balanced on began to rock a little, and Zim’s eyes went wide as he clambered to keep his footing. “Gaz—”

“Stay out of it, Zim!”

“I will not!” he shot back. “Not when you’re both acting like complete—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. The log rocked again, and this time, Gaz’s balance didn’t withstand. The little hand-held camcorder slipped from her grasp, and she instinctively lurched towards it with her hands outstretched. Zim, operating on the same instinct, tried to catch her again. His foot slipped out from under him along with a crumbling of tree bark that had split off the log

“W-woah!” Dib shouted. His eyes bulged from behind his glasses. He reached for both of them, catching the sleeve of Gaz’s hoodie and Zim’s arm to try to keep them from falling over the side. He only succeeded in making the sorry excuse for a bridge rock yet again. At that point, it seemed, the log decided it was no longer interested in keeping three fully grown adults upright and out of the water. It rocked, crumbled, and then slipped from where it had been wedged between the two ends of the hiking trail.

Dib, Zim, and Gaz went tumbling off. High, clipped shouts preceding their fall, then a series of splashing.

The water below was cold, but not terribly so. It was a shallow, slow-moving stream. Almost more of an inconvenience than anything. Even so, the drop was high enough that Dib landed on the balls of his feet, skidded out, and skinned both elbows as he fell clumsily onto his rump.

He groaned, cupping one scraped elbow in his palm. Already beginning to internally bemoan his soaking-wet clothes, he turned to Gaz. His anger was beginning to return to him in place of shock.

“Great. That’s a new camera down the fucking drain.”

Instead of an onslaught of choice words back at him, however, Gaz didn’t respond. She wasn’t even looking in his direction. Instead, she was turned away, hunched over something in the darkness. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing. At her feet, Zim’s body was lying halfway in the stream, completely motionless.

Gaz whipped around to look at Dib, soggy tendrils of hair stuck to her cheeks. She no longer looked angry. “I think he hit his head. Help me get him out of here!”

Dib’s eyes widened, and without thinking, he hurried around Gaz’s other side, grabbing Zim’s shoulder and hauling him to the grassy bank a few feet away. “Is he okay?” he shouted.

“I don’t know. Move!” She dropped to her knees in front of him. His wig sat like a sodden mop on his head, and she pulled it off before it could burn his scalp any more than it had. The worry she so evidently felt was plastered all over her face. Even in the darkness, Dib could see it. He was worried, too, but it was strange to see it so plainly on Gaz of all people. She had always been the more level-headed of the two, and seeing her normally morose, carefully composed poker-face fall away so quickly made Dib feel like he’d entered some alternate dimension.

Seconds later, Zim came around. With a moan, his eyelids fluttered open to reveal one contact and one overbright pink eye.

Gaz didn’t fuss or wring her hands, but she sighed noticeably in relief, then began asking him questions. (What is your name? Where are you right now?)

Zim answered in turn, seemingly fine. His hand wrapped around to the back of his head to absently massage at a growing bump, though. He groaned again and sat up.

“You need to get out of those clothes,” Dib said. He could hear a distant sizzling—the awful sound of water against Zim’s skin. Even in their days of mortal rivalry, that sound had always had a visceral effect that could pierce through any bluster and leave Dib cringing inwardly.

Gaz nodded her head in agreement. “Come on,” she said. She rose to her feet, then helped Zim up.

“I’m fine. This isn’t the first time this has happened on this filthy planet,” he muttered. The fire that had been in his voice just moments before had been snuffed out. He tugged at his soggy clothing and scratched at the rashes that were beginning to form on his arms and torso.

Before Dib had time to realize what was happening, they were walking ahead of him back to their camp. Gaz was leading the way this time. Zim managed to keep up, wincing in pain occasionally.

When they got back, Gaz beelined to Zim’s bags. While he ducked behind some brush and changed into new clothes, she pulled out a small first aid kit with the Irken insignia printed on the outside.

“He’ll need the—” Dib started. He stopped when he saw Gaz pull out the exact tube of antibiotic cream he had been about to gesture towards. She glanced at the Irken characters—Irken characters Dib hadn’t known she could read—and opened it.

“Can you hand me the bandages from your bag?” she asked.

Dib shot her a weird look but reached for the bandages anyway. “You know, his PAK heals him pretty quickly. I don’t think he even really needs them.”

“Yeah, but bandaging it up makes him whine about it less,” she said. She tried to hide the smile that had begun to form on her lips.

Dib handed it over and began to build a fire for the three of them.

Zim returned then, dressed in clean, dry clothes. While Gaz helped treat and bandage the worst of the burns, Dib kept silent. This time, however, it wasn’t out of whatever conglomerate of frustration he’d been feeling earlier. He was watching his sister coyly.

Gaz was not the maternal type. Throughout their entire lives, Gaz’s words and actions had been laced in a gruff sort of outer layer that warned others she was not to be trifled with. She kept her circle small and very rarely expressed any emotion other than cool apathy or outright anger.

The way she was acting towards Zim was a far cry from her normal self. Dib had only ever seen her like this on a handful of other occasions. When those memories drifted to him and he realized the common denominator, he suddenly felt uneasy. The tenderness in which she wrapped Zim’s forearm was with the same silent, admonishing tenderness she’d shown Dib when he’d gotten injured during his own idiotic exploits over the years.

Meanwhile, Zim sat slumped against a tree, letting her bandage him up without a fuss. While he was making an attempt at nonchalance, it was clear he was practically falling asleep where was sitting.

That was another little thing Gaz seemed to either know already or manage to take in stride: something about injuries made Zim unusually tired afterwards. For as long as Dib had known him, he’d been this way. Dib had deducted it was because his PAK was using more energy than usual, and Zim had more or less confirmed it. Even so, it was rather unsettling to see anyone sustain an injury and then drop off to sleep moments later like a narcoleptic.

That’s precisely what Zim was doing now, now. As soon as Gaz finished with the last bandage, she shook his shoulder to wake him. With the last of his energy, he shuffled to his sleeping bag and practically faceplanted onto it. Within seconds, he had dropped off to sleep.

Gaz patted his hand.

Dating, Dib thought yet again.

It was absurd. That was the only way he could put it. It didn’t make any sense. Almost…almost as absurd as the idea of him being friends with Zim in the first place.

He frowned and began to pull at the loose strings of a bracelet he’d worn on his wrist for the last year or so. Zim had an almost identical one that he, too, never removed.

Hadn’t there been a time when he couldn’t imagine himself being anything but Zim’s enemy? And now they were almost inseparable. If he could get used to that, why couldn’t he get used to this?

He glanced down at the bracelet and sighed. “You really care about him, don’t you?” he said finally.

Gaz glanced up, her face guarded. “I wouldn’t be with him if I didn’t.”

“And he treats you well?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” She made a face, but it wasn’t entirely hostile. “I wouldn’t be with him if he didn’t.”

Dib’s eyes fell on Zim, who was snoring lightly. He didn’t doubt that. “Okay,” he said through another exhale.

“‘Okay,’ what?” Gaz said, raising a brow. “I don’t need your ‘blessing,’ Dib. I just want—”

“—No, no, no. I don’t mean it that way,” Dib said quickly, “I mean ‘okay,’ I will get used to this. And I’ll stop being such an asshole.” He quirked his lip upward in a humorless smile at the last part. “I’m sorry, Gaz. I could have handled that a lot better, and I didn’t.”

She pulled her knees to her chest and stared into the crackling fire. “Apology accepted.”

Zim began to stir then, one hand reaching out to scratch at his bandages.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Gaz said softly, taking the hand and moving it away. She made to rifle through their bags but was stopped when Zim’s hand closed around hers. He held her in place and began to murmur incoherently.

Gaz smiled; a sweet, serene smile Dib very rarely saw. “Just give me a minute,” she told Zim. She squeezed his hand and pulled away, unzipping the bag closest to her and retrieving what she was looking for—the marshmallows Zim had been after earlier.

She pressed one into his palm, and his fingers wrapped around it groggily.

Over the next hour, he slowly came out of whatever fog his PAK had put him through as it worked to heal him. By morning, the irritated rashes from the water would be gone and the bump on his head would be nothing but a distant memory.

Not for the first time, Dib thought about how strange Irkens were.

Over the rest of the night, the three gathered around the fire, roasting marshmallows. Even through the lulls in conversation, the tension that had practically been a permanent fixture earlier was gone. Instead, they slipped into their new dynamic. A dynamic that was, as Dib had claimed, absurd. But when hadn’t it been? Not when Zim had first arrived on Earth. Not when years and events had passed them by, and enmity had melded to friendship. And not now.

Absurdity was their specialty, and they were learning to wear it proudly.

~The End~

[nanabrainrot]

could you do some nsfw and sfw headcanons where abbe becomes obsessed with the innocent reader? if the reader could be male that would be amazing but if you're not so comfortable with that that's fine! your writing is so good btw!

Hello! I’m not familiar with writing m!readers I’m sorry :( I primarily write f!readers I hope you understand! Here are some headcanons 💕 thank you for your patience

Abbe de Coulmier Obsessive Headcanons

SFW Headcanons

• Charenton is a cold, dull place and, as a Man of God, the Abbe de Coulmier even finds the Spirit waning in him the more horrid things he sees. As his endeavors in converting the Marques stretches on, you are by his side and, while well intentioned, you manage to complicate it even further.

• You wear clothes that inevitably fit you a bit tighter due to your curvaceous form and his wandering eye becomes beyond ignoring. Of course, you remain oblivious, giggling as you help the patients play catch in the courtyard, taunting him as your breasts bounce as you frolick innocently. You are the forbidden fruit and the serpent lulls him toward you a bit more everyday.

• The default kindness in you kills him. Conversation is so natural from your pink lips, a white grin flashing at everyone who speaks to you and as time goes on, you notice every single time the Abbe sees you in discussion, he interrupts, with measly tasks and basic small talk, ushering the other person off. Too kind, you accept the conversation of the dashingly handsome Abbe, smiling sweetly up at him and he comes to terms he wants your smile to be his alone. The serpent lulls him closer as you look up at him.

• He becomes almost your shadow. Actually, he makes you become his, after some strange time of him following you to activities to lead patients to their quarters or make runs to the infirmary, he’s there, expecting. Suddenly, he requests you as his assistant. His personal assistant, staying in his offices, alone and sifting through papers. You see less of others, the kind laundresses and sweet nurses are no longer there to converse, so you get chattier with the Abbe; why would you mind if a nice handsome man was the only one who talked to you? He was a Man of God, he couldn’t possibly have any gross motive. (But he does)

NSFW! Headcanons

• The Abbe de Coulmier politely demands requests that you move your quarters beside his. Albeit an odd request, you oblige, it’s be a less lengthy walk to his offices and if he required your services, you’d be a door away! During moving your belongings, he absolutely insists on helping you, by moving most things in, and, after everything is moved in, he tells you to go off and do some paperwork as he unpacks for you. You’re a bit taken aback as it’s your personal belongings he’s unpacking, but the weird eagerness in his face tells you he really, really wants to unpack your belongings. After all, you’ll only be two doors away in his offices, what’s the worry? “Okay,” you smile at the Abbe and hug him briefly before setting off out the door to file the patients’ records, “I can’t thank you enough Abbe, for everything.”

He makes a beeline for your boxes, opening them all until he finds it: your panties. He collects a select few, all an innocent white, some with silly patterns you crudely sewn for fun, and he sneaks to his room next door, shoving some pairs into his pillow case for later. Only a few, you won’t notice, he thinks. You notice, but guess your laundress friends might have missorted the laundry you asked them to do and go about your night routine before nestling into your bed while, next door, the Abbe lays on his back, face pressed deep into your white, flowery cotton panties. He’s practically holding the fruit and the serpent tongues his hand.

He gives himself 50 lashes the next night in silence over The New Testament, bound by aged leather, just like the leather breaking his back.

• The Marques taunts him the next day, somewhat reading his tightness in response to the Marques’ suggestive texts. As he grows frustrated with the Marques’ continued rebellion, the wigged man grins a gross grin at him as you hurry into the Marques’ quarters, softly grabbing the Abbe’s wrist, making him noticeably stiffen, but not you, no, you never notice. “Abbe, I was wondering if you want me to put the patient records in alphabetical order or date order?” you questioned, fingers twiddling with the strings of your apron, glancing and flashing a smile at the Marques, who blew you a kiss. “Alphabetical, now go back to the offices. You need not to be in the room with a man as crude as this. Run along,” he ushered you out the room quickly, much to your dismay, feeling like he treated you like a child. You didn’t know what the Marques did. You didn’t know exactly what sex included exactly, a bit sheltered from stuff like that all your life, and being by the Abbe didn’t help.

“Oh, is that why you seem so skittish these days, Abbe?” Marques snickered, laying back on the chaise lounge, taunting. “You hate my books, my great Justine, my 120 Days of Sodom, but only because you envy that, don’t you? Your Vow of Chastity weakens when you smell that sweet piece of flesh’s hair and the thought of the people loving my books disgusts you, when you really want it. You want to feel her —“

The Abbe’s hands were on his neck in a hot fury. For a few moments, they struggled until the Abbe threw him off the chaise lounge, the Marques landing on the floor in a strained huff. “Mock me until your throat goes sore, but not her.” The next day, he took everything, the quills, parchment, books, stripped him bare of humanity. The Abbe de Coulmier smelled your panties, this time they had green vines on the cotton.

• One day, he suggests a confession, but not in the confessional, no. In his office, at dark, the doors locked, and he moves your chair close beside his behind the mahogany desk. The window and curtains are drawn closed and you sit close, trusting, with eyes closed as your hands are pressed together in prayer, your shoulders’ touching. He wants to strip your heart and soul bare before he moves onto your body, his little assistant of three long months of temptation. “Are you a virgin?” He says boldly, staring at you, knowing you dared not open your eyes. You stiffen in your seat a bit, red in the face, red in your beautiful face. “Yes, Abbe,” you blush, “I never, ever let a boy hug me, not kiss me, not even on the cheek. I have to do those things with the man I wanna marry, Abbe.”

“When was the last time you touched yourself, child?”

Silence washes the room.

“An hour ago.”

The serpent is close and his teeth scrape the skin on the forbidden fruit, cock hard on his slacks as he pictures you, legs spread wide, everything but your white cotton panties off, and you stroking yourself through them, a little wet, then a lot wetter, then he crawls over you, moves the cotton and he - then he - then he —

“Confession is ended. Return to your quarters and say 10 Hail Marys.”

• The night the Vow of Chastity was torn in two was the night he found the Marques, the Marques that taunted him about you, about your soft hair, your plush lips, how pink your pussy could be under your skirts, nude surrounded by his filth. “Leave us be,” he warned the other man, granting his last rights before he lowered the cross to the (unworthy) man’s face, whose unruly face came forward and bit the cross off the rosary, swallowing hard in his last suffering moments. The picture of a good God was tainted by the actions of the cruel men around the Abbe, the Abbe tainted by trauma handed to him by a God testing his faith and, already failing that test, he screamed his lungs dry.

The Abbe slunk away that night, away from the gross feces on the wall scribbling heinous texts, from the body of a sadist, from his own ungodly sin against the Marques, to let him be treated as he didn’t want to be treated. The Abbe de Coulmier slunk away to his quarters, tearful, eyes bright red and still snivelling, the cicadas in the night dulling his pathetic sobs. He stood hunched before his own quarters before looking left, where your door stood, where you probably lay sleeping beautifully, looking like a cherub in your cotton white panties.

He knocks on your door that night, you scurry sleepily to the door, your hair falling from a braid down your shoulder and look up at him in your loose nightgown, eyes glazed with fatigue and concern. You were so beautiful. “What’s wrong, Abbe?” you say quietly, grabbing his hand gently and drawing him into your room and closing the door behind you, locking it and leading him to your bed. You sit beside him, breasts begging to be sucked behind the thin fabric as you rub circles on his hunched back, not close enough. The Abbe looks at you with dark eyes and places a large hand on your thigh. Freeze. You freeze until his hot touch as his eyes, hollow, burn the image of you in this moment into them. “Let me make you a woman tonight. Take off your dress, y/n.”

You swallow thickly and stand up, pulling the fabric over your head. Nude, supple flesh standing bare before him and he takes your hand and lays you down, eyes still missing that hope that drew you in two years ago when you met him, and spreads your legs. His left hand rubs at your folds as his right unbuttons his trousers, which drop to the floor shortly thereafter. His fingers pump in and out, then both his hands palm your breasts, then suddenly he’s naked and on top of you, panting animalistically with eyes swimming with affection and tears. You look up at him with sweet, loving eyes, your brows furrowed in worry, but still moaning and the feeling that you longed for breaking you slowly. He burns this image in his brain. I have to do those things with the man I wanna marry, Abbe. So be it. The Vow of Chastity and hope may have been lost, but he will gain a wife out of you, a baby, a cottage far from this truly godforsaken place. You wished to be his long ago, prayed for it even. Your prayer came true, at the expense of everything he used to be. You would be his alone until time caved in on itself.

He bit the fruit and the serpent laughed as he buried his serpent in you, over and over and over.

[peerless-soshi]

Oh that's great, thanks for the reply :) Btw I'm that xiyao enthusiast from ao3 and I was wondering if you'd like to write something for my other less popular ships. So maybe 70/76 with fengqing or 41/94 for quanyin?

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.   

QuanYin: First kiss +  Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Quan Yi Zhen hesitated, eyes dropping. Weird. He wasn’t sure what to do. Weird. He wasn’t sure what to do when shixong screamed at him, circled the room few times like a wind-up toy with no will in its moves, then sat down to get up again, cradling head in his hands. It was all too weird. He wasn’t used to seeing shixong lost, and the rareness of this situation made Quan Yi Zhen even more confused.  

“Shixiong?”

“Why?” Yin Yu snapped. “Why did you save me? Why are you so stubborn?!”

Quan Yi Zhen understood one thing. Shixiong wasn’t happy about awakening in the Martial Palace of the West at all.

He was, in fact, angry. Very angry. His crossed arms and frown lines were giving a message: stay away from me.

It was like this: after he saved Yin Yu’s soul, Quan Yi Zhen lived on efforts, for years probably, to preserve his shixiong’s last breath and bring him back to life. None of gods knew why, or how, he was trying but who cares as long as shixiong came back.

Then it was like this: he made a choice to watch over Yin Yu’s body by himself. That demon – Red Rain Demon or something, he didn’t bother to remember stupid things – offered to help, but Quan Yi Zhen refused. No, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t give up on Yin Yu, even if Yin Yu wished to hate him in return. It was fine. And for once, Quan Yi Zhen was patient. So patient. There had to be something, one thing, anything he could do to reward shixiong for all the moments when he had been irritating, disappointing, troublesome, himself…

And finally, it was like this: the Red Demon gave Quan Yi Zhen some advice as the nice prince followed them, an indulgent smile on his lips. Quan Yi Zhen liked him – sometimes the prince smiled just like shixiong. One of the things the Red Demon recommended was infusions, the other was pills bracing the spiritual energy, and then energy transmission… Quan Yi Zhen listened, and memorized. He could say that the prince was worried, but the vision of saving Yin Yu stole his attention away. Besides, could it be important?

“Yi Zhen?”

He bounced back to reality really fast. Yin Yu straightened, and Quan Yi Zhen saw him clearly. His face was exhausted and red, and his dark hair stuck to his brow in a sweat-damp strands. He looked a good deal older than before.

“Why?” Yin Yu repeated, slower this time. “You shouldn’t…” He cleared his throat. “I said what I had to say, and I did what I had to do. Things between us were over. But as usual, you had to interfere and…” His voice was hoarse with indignation, but not yet stripped of… gratitude, was it? Or shame?

Quan Yi Zhen was out of sorts. Their last conversation didn’t end well, this one was also swinging over a cliff. The art of speaking was one of many things shixiong had attempted to teach him, and had failed miserably. He couldn’t look into shixiong’s eyes, so he glimpsed the ajar window, and espied the darkening sky, dense and gravid with rain. It made him feel they were inside of storm even before the first drop burst forth. Thunders afar off, shixiong’s calm yet thunderous words in the room. After the battle with Jun Wu, they had taken the occasional black sky for a coincidence, because why wouldn’t they? Later they realized that without the emperor, the heaven was crumbling. Sometimes there were rain clouds, humid and lazy, and sometimes airy tufts of white snow shifting into flurries.  

“Shixiong…” Quan Yi Zhen started, uncertain. And paused.

He felt a sudden stab of doubt: he couldn’t do it alone. What? What should he say for shixiong to stay? In the back of his head, his brain stopped and declined. Stupid brain. Stupid him. But he bit his lip and said what first came to his mind, “Shidi likes.”

Yin Yu’s eyes narrowed now, and a question reflected in them. “What do you like?”

“Shixiong!” Quan Yi Zhen responded. Is there any sense to ask such question? It sounded like there was something else worth liking beside shixiong.  

Yin Yu stared at him. He shook his head in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“Shixiong.”

“No, before that!”

“Shidi!” he said. And suddenly, it was as though his entire head was filled with emotions, all fear and blame, and if he didn’t shout it out he would explode. “Shidi likes shixiong! So shixiong, don’t be mad at me! Your shidi knows he’s incompetent and stupid, but without you, everything is even more stupid. Everyone else is stupid, heaven is stupid, your shidi is stupid, even fighting is stupid! Shidi is sorry, shixiong…” He turned to take a bow on the ground so violently that he hit his head, saw a burst of colorful sparks, left a crack on the floor and gave shixiong a little heart attack. The floor can be repaired. Then he folded his hands and went on, “Shixiong, please come back to your shidi. I can’t do anything without you. They make me do a lot of things that I don’t understand!”

If Yin Yu was shaking his head before, now his head looked like a windmill blow away in a storm; moving so fast it was one step away from breaking. Quickly, he ran to Quan Yi Zhen and knelt down beside him, putting hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing!? Get up now!”

“Shidi is sorry.”

There was a twist of uncontrolled worry on Yin Yu’s face, and when he realized it, his previous anger trailed off, then disappeared. He put Quan Yi Zhen on his feet, tenderly – he couldn’t help himself – and checked the scratch on his forehead. His finger was familiar, the pinching wound as well. So much like an older brother in cultivation, Quan Yi Zhen thought. As thought this gesture withdrew time, Quan Yi Zhen raised his head obediently, smiled, and he was a disciple again. And he was happier.

Yin Yu looked less happy. When he made sure Quan Yi Zhen was fine, his eyes flickered towards his clothes. He let out a huff of resignation. “Do you know how do you look like?”

Quan Yi Zhen knew what his shixiong saw: messy hair, dirty inner robes, the armor abandoned… somewhere. Quan Yi Zhen wasn’t sure where he had left it. His mind had been wrought with more important matters, so he couldn’t even recall the last time he had brushed his hair. As if to confirm his thoughts, Yin Yu reached out and picked a dry leaf out of a thicket of Quan Yi Zhen’s curls.

“You didn’t notice it?” he said, holding it up to show off its withered colors.

Truthfully, Quan Yi Zhen shrugged.

Yin Yu’s mouth actually fell open when he saw his shidi’s answer, but then his head hung. Impossible. It was impossible to expect more from Quan Yi Zhen. He was honest, and he was hated for it. He felt too free with himself to let others control him. And he was a little puppy lost in a big forest: he had his own world, so every step deeper into the brake of heavenly requirements made him undaunted, wilder, astray, and added more leaves to his hair.

“Sit down,” Yin Yu said, pointing slowly to the empty chair standing in the corner. His eyes stayed on it. The chair was brought here for Quan Yi Zhen to watch over him at nights. “Give me a comb. I can’t leave you like that.”

Quan Yi Zhen followed his instructions happily, fire in his soul; when he rushed out the room, he didn’t bother with opening the door but kicked it instead. It was so swift – a whistle of air and the hinges swayed and squeaked like black trees dancing outside. He made it in a second and he was back, sitting in an overly upright pose. Yin Yu walked up with a comb in his hair.

“You’re still such a child, Yi Zhen,” he said. It seemed as if he wanted to stroked Quan Yi Zhen’s head, a force of habit, but hesitated. There was his secret shame, and it has kept him away from shidi. “Do you even understand what you said earlier?” A small sigh escaped him. “Why do I ask? Of course you don’t understand. Talking about liking like a child… You must grow up and represent the heaven with dignity. It’s… your role now.”

“I don’t want it. And I like you.”

“Stop it,” Yin Yu said.

His tone was blunt, but it didn’t go hand in hand with his gestures. Quan Yi Zhen let his hair grow even longer once he had been left surrounded by worries, and it was wild and heavy now. Yin Yu gave it a little thought before he split his hair into thinner strands. The comb in his hand wailed, resisting.

They sank into silence filled by only comb strokes. There were so many things Quan Yi Zhen wanted to say, but even someone like him felt the weight of this moment and held his tongue. He only thought it was pleasant. A second or two it rested there: shixiong’s gentle hands, the feeling of being both seen and cherished. He had people who would help him. Sort of. But he didn’t want them, and they didn’t want him. Now his mouth curled with relief.

Yin Yu broke the silence first. “Again, I owe you something.”

“Me?” Quan Yi Zhen asked. “It is shidi who pays his debt. You saved my life. But even if you hadn’t saved me, shidi would have still tried to help shixiong.”

“Have you ever thought that I don’t want your help?”

“No?” Quan Yi Zhen said, sincerity in his voice.

Yin Yu didn’t answer, so he continued.

“Shixiong always said that shidi is irresponsible. Now I understand it and I’m taking responsibility for my actions. I brought shixiong back.”

“If you understood anything, you would take care of heaven’s issues, not me.”

“Shixiong is more important.”

“And that is why you’re such a child! Nothing can be more important than heaven to you!” Yin Yu growled in quiet ire.

He pulled too hard, and a small curl of hair stayed on the comb. Quan Yi Zhen hissed, unintentionally, and turned, rubbing his head. It wasn’t mean to be like this. No. He didn’t want to upset shixiong right after his awakening.

Yin Yu froze. There was an irritated sign, and a blush crossing his face. “You have no idea how many thoughts can appear in your head before… leaving. I don’t want to blame you, so…”

As he said it, Yin Yu’s eyes fell on Quan Yi Zhen’s face. What he found was, just like on that memorable day, the taste of tears and panic dancing on the surface of his gaze. Quan Yi Zhen looked terrible – thought, this “terrible” was still on the line of a childish call, so innocent, so colliding with their situation. Then a lightning struck, shaking the palace walls.

Yin Yu gestured to the window. “What’s going on here?”

“Everything goes bad without the emperor. The power in heaven is not stable,” Quan Yi Zhen explained, not hiding the bored tone of repeating after someone.

“And you decided to waste your time on me?”

Yin Yu laughed bitterly, but he bent over Quan Yi Zhen’s hair again, now combing it gently with his fingers. Quan Yi Zhen could feel him combing out knots when the teeth of the comb refused to cooperate, stuck between the curls like in a crown of tree. He was slow; one hair after the another, patiently, with care…

Quan Yi Zhen closed his eyes. “Wasted? What are you talking about? Shixiong knows best what to do. Who is as responsible as you?”

Yin Yu shook his head. He tried to stay teacher-patient, but it wasn’t easy. “I am a fallen god. I can’t help you. Just leave me alone and focus on your duties.”

“I don’t want duties. I want to be with you!”

Yin Yu let out a small breath. “Not everyone deserves what they want. Time to understand it.”

A chill snacked up Quan Yi Zhen’s spine. Piercing, so reminding. He thought again of the day shixiong was exiled, of laughs, and nights spent on empty sleeping. “No,” he said simply. “Nobody deserves this position more than shixiong.”

Yin Yu ignored him completely. He weighed Quan Yi Zhen’s hair in his hands and let it go. More pleased with his work, he wove a single long braid.  

“Old days are gone. Nothing will change that. Besides, how do you imagine it? I am banished.”

Quan Yi Zhen’s eyes finally sparkled. “There is no emperor! Nobody can tell you to leave!”

He turned to face Yin Yu, his shoulders straight and hands clasped in his lap. His whole figure seemed to vibrate, like ignited, and Yin Yu looked dazzled by his smile. This enthusiasm was catching. It passed from his skin to Yin Yu’s when he grabbed shixiong’s wrist and stood up.

“You can stay here. That prince is here too, right?”

Yin Yu just looked at him blankly. “He worked for it. I don’t even have spiritual power.”

“I can help!”

The chain of events that followed that confession appeared to go together with the storm that surprised them. It was as strong, it was like bathing in icy rain: brought a shiver, quickened breathing. Quan Yi Zhen seized Yin Yu by his collar and yanked his face towards his. He struggled, but Quan Yi Zhen hold on, mashing their lips together in what looked less like kissing and more like… punching teeth.

Though shock should hit like a blow, in this case it crept over Yin Yu slowly as he made sense of what happened. Then he gasped and staggered back, glaring and weeping his month.

“What is… you…” he stutterer. “No! What was that?”

Oh. Quan Yi Zhen’s face heated. He guessed that shixiong was mad again, and he made a vague gesture, something on the verge of shrugging. “The transmission of spiritual energy.”

“This? This was just- Who told you that nonsense?!” Yin Yu shouted, clearly lost for his words.

Quan Yi Zhen’s brow creased. “That red demon and the prince. No, wait. Was it Old Pei?”

The Red Demon had recommended transmitting spiritual energy as one of the most reliable methods. Quan Yi Zhen put much effort in it and felt pretty proud. All of the times to fail, did he make a mistake now?

Yin Yu made a noise that sounded like the verbal equivalent of dying. “Chengzhu. Why?” he cried and looked at Quan Yi Zhen. “Just… don’t do it again.”

“Why?” Quan Yi Zhen wrinkled his nose. “I did something wrong?”

“You didn’t even put spiritual energy into it.”

But the rest of his words drowned in the sounds of attempted not-kisses, raindrops, thunders and screams I can help you.  

[jellyfishdooter]

I'm gonna send you a fluff prompt cause that Jackie prompt must have really hurt to write. It was really good btw!!! How about marvin waking up from a nightmare and Jackie comes to comfort him^^ I'm in soft mood as you can tell :3

Aww thanks bean!

OH MY GOD HOW DID THIS GET SO LONG JESUS CHRIST

Uhh- enjoy below the cut!

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Marvin stood in the middle of a fast field of golden grass that seemed to stretch on forever. The sky was as blue as his eyes hidden behind the mask. 

There was no mask, but his eyes remained closed. His face was bare along with his feet. He could feel small insects scurrying across his feet, the soft grain of the grass against his hands. 

The wind shifted and began to gently nudge the human along, swaying the grass to match the waves of the ocean and making his loose hair dance. The smell of fall was crisp on his nose.

Marvin began to walk, blind. Trusting the wind to take him along as he sang along to the song of the earth under his breath. A soft melody of whistling winds and dancing plants, with a strong and deep bassline of heartbeats and thunder.

Thunder. Marvin stopped walking when the wind turned from late summer warmth to a bitter cold. A chill running up his spine with a promise of rain. And as he opened his eyes, bitterly bright lightning flashed across the sky and made him gasp when the promised thunder clapped out after it- like a hunter finally hitting it’s mark after the chase. Rain shot down like needles ripping through his clothes- his skin. 

It hurt! 

Desperate, he looked around for shelter; for salvation. But there was nothing.

Another crack of lightning struck the ground and suddenly there was fire. It ran quickly across the crisp, dry grass and did not seem to be affected by the rain that already burned Marvin’s skin. 

Normally, the human didn’t fear something as trivial as fire. But here, in this place.. He ran. The fire morphed and changed, growing as if it had consumed a city already was chasing the man without fear of losing kindling. The flames laughed cruelly as they licked at Marvin’s heels, forcing him to beat the ground faster. 

But it wasn’t enough. The man was surrounded by fire, and being pelted with knife-like rain that caused millions of tiny cuts to draw blood on his skin. He looked around quickly, turning around and around, desperate to find a way out as the earth beneath him began to char and crumble. The dancing flames deceived his eyes- painting pictures of those he loved to have cruel faces of pure hate and disgust. They got closer to him, the glint in their eyes promising pain.

Marvin cried out as the ground under him gave out, sending him into a freefall into darkness. 

Where bright red strings caught him like razor wire, stopping him from hitting the ground like in the gallows-

Marvin woke up with a shout, bolting upright in his bed as he gripped at his shirt around his heart, willing for it to slow down. He breathed heavily as his eyes darted around the room, quickly taking in his surroundings. 

He told himself he was home in his room- but his brain was still half in his dream world, yelling at him that there is still danger. Tears pricked at his eyes as his mind tore in two, leaving him stunned and unsure what to do other than clutch onto his blankets and try to remember how to breathe.

It wasn’t long until a knock on his door made him almost jump out of his skin. Marvin managed to croak out a meek “Yeah?” and his eyes widened when he saw that Jackie was on the other side of the door. The magician quickly tried to dry his eyes with his sheets but it was pointless, the hero had already seen.

“Can I come in?” Jackie asked in a gentle voice, waiting until Marvin nodded numbly until he entered the magical man’s room. “Nightmare again?” His words were not scolding or tired, but filled with true concern.

Another nod. Marvin carded his fingers through his own mess of hair, not able to meet Jackie’s eyes. Jackie cautiously sat on the bed keeping his movements slow. Marv couldn’t help but bitterly laugh in his mind. The eldest ego was acting like he would shatter any second. Which.. Might have been true in all honesty. Not like Marvin would ever admit that, though. 

“You wanna talk about it, or be distracted from it?” Jackie asked. It was routine at this point. Jackie would ask whether or not Marvin would want to discuss what happened in the dream to get it out of his system. Or the option to take his mind off the dream by just letting Jackie fill his ears with random babble until he got back to sleep or until the sun rose through the window.

“Distraction.” Marvin mumbled, pulling his legs up to sit criss-cross and make room on the bed for Jackie to do the same across from him. Jackie did so, his socked feet poking out from under his legs and he sat up straight to match Marvin, showing off the litterment of scars from saving the day and from his own personal battles. “Can we..” Marv started slow. Jackie had his full attention. “Can we do the, ah.. five things.. Thing?” The magician made a vague gesture in the air with his hand, hoping to get the point across to the hero. 

Jackie blinked, a bit surprised by the request, but wasn’t against it either. “The five senses technique? Yeah sure, Marv. If you think it’ll help.” Marvin nodded and looked across to Jackie, their matching eyes finally meeting. Jackie gave him a warm smile. “Alright.”

They started with a deep breath. Jackie demonstrating for Marvin to follow along to. Breathe in through your nose slowly and hold. Before just as slowly letting it out through your mouth. They repeated this three times before Jackie started to talk again. “Look around the room here. Name five things you can see. Try to be specific.”

The magician looked around his bedroom. He had a lot of things in here. Shelves crammed with dusty leather books and other magical artifacts (and of course things like snow globes, fanart, and a few toy magic kits that he liked to collect). His work desk littered with notes for spells and jars filled with herbs and other things he decided that might be useful later. From his ceiling hung several colorful tapestries and crystals on strings that caught the silver moonlight filtering through his window. His wardrobe stuffed with both expensive, elaborate clothes, and also a selection of simple shirts and jeans. He didn’t even want to think of everything he had crammed in the cupboards and under his bed- 

Marvin stopped himself before his mind got too much further off track. He glanced at Jackie, who was sitting as patient as a saint, before taking another deep breath and clearing his throat. “Well.. I can see my.. My copy of the Player’s Handbook for DnD night.. Um..” He scanned the large dark wood bookshelf just over Jackie’s shoulder, “My magic 8 ball.. A jar of sage leaves I need to replace. The purple geode Chase got me for my birthday. And..” He looked around and his eyes landed on his bedside table- also cluttered with another stack of books and more trinkets. “My rune spoon?” Marvin said with an awkward chuckle, picking up the wooden spoon he got from a fair a few years back for shits and giggles. But came to be one of his favorite tools while working with spells. Gently running his thumb over it, he looks over to Jackie once again.

“Good job!” Jackie cheers softly, keeping his voice low as to not wake up the rest of the house. The walls here were pretty thin unless Marvin put a charm up to deafen the noise during the day. The older ego takes another deep breath, prompting Marvin to do the same before carrying on. “Okay, tell me about four things you can touch around you. Really try to describe how they feel if you can. Heh, seems like you’re already ahead of the game.” He nods to the wooden spoon in the magicians hand and smiles. Not to mock him, gods no. But to show that he really did care and was here for him.

Marv had to take another breath when memories of the burning fire and sharp rain from the dream filled his mind and whispered phantom pains across his arms and feet. “The wood of the spoon is smooth.” He interrupted his own mind from spirling back to the nightmare. “Polished but not sticky with gloss. Uhh,” He set the spoon aside and laid his hands flat on his PJ pants, “Smooth again. But.. more silky and soft.” He moved one hand to the blanket covering his lap and rubbed it between two fingers, “Fluffy. Not really like a cat’s fur but.. Softer. Warm.” Running out of ideas in the moment, Marvin reached up and touched his own dark wavy hair. He grimaced. “Soft but.. Oily. Gross. I need a shower.” He stuck out his tongue in disgust at himself, causing Jackie to chuckle softly.

Another deep breath together. “Halfway there. This one is a bit harder.” Jackie warned gently, “Name three things you can hear.”

The magician paused before letting his eyes slip close so he could focus on the quiet sounds of the sleeping house. “I can.. Hear the traffic outside. Those poor saps who have to get to work at an ungodly hour making the commute.” He chuckled to himself, tilting his head to listen through the walls the best he could. “Chase is snoring in his room.. Or maybe he passed out in the living room? Not sure.” A faint smile played on his lips as he focused once again to listen to the sounds of the room itself. There wasn’t a lot of sound in here… “Your breathing. I can hear your breathing from here.” He opened his eyes again, “And no, that’s not an insult.” 

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh, beaming brightly as Marvin came back into himself again, slowly forgetting his nightmare. “Apology accepted?” He quipped, scooting closer to Marv before taking another breath with him. “I’m here to help with this one. Name two things you can smell.” 

Marvin laughed at the hero, shaking his head but sniffing the air anyway. “Yep. You’re a stinky bastard alright.” He joked, gaining a light-hearted shove from Jackie. “Hah. And..” He looked around a bit before raising his blanket to his nose and taking another long sniff, “My blankets got washed yesterday so they smell.. I dunno, clean?”

“Works for me.” Jackie encouraged, reaching over Marvin to open up his bedside table’s drawer and pull out the other man’s small jar of stashed chocolate drops. “Last one. I’m gonna make it really easy for you.” 

Marvin mocked a scoff, “Excuse me, Sir. But I don’t believe I gave you permission to get your grubby hands on my stash.” 

“Well if you don’t want a fuckin’ chocolate then I’ll just put ‘em back-” 

“Now I never said that. Gimme.” Marv snatched the candy from Jackie’s hand as he held it up and popped it in his mouth with a low hum. “Chocolate. With a peanut center.” He said with his mouth still full, taking the jar back from the other ego and handing him a candy before putting the whole thing away. Jackie gladly took it and popped it in his own mouth with a cheeky grin.

“Feelin’ better, Marv?” Jackie asked once they both finished their sweet treats.

The magical man nodded lazily, his eyes starting to have trouble staying open once again. “Thank you. For.. putting up with…” He makes another vague gesture towards himself and sighs. “All this.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Jackie said, getting up from his spot on the bed and stretching- making a few bones pop in his back and knees. “I love being able to help you, man. It’s what I’m here for. And you know I’m just next door if you need anything else, right?” 

“I-” Marvin was about to argue. Saying that he didn’t want to be a bother to Jackie or to disturb his sleep. But.. they’ve had this little argument before many times by now… “Thanks.” He simply replied instead as Jackie stopped at the door. 

The hero turned back and gave him another smile, “Of course. Anything for you guys.” And with that, Jackie quietly closed the door behind himself. Marvin stayed sitting up, listening to Jackie return to his own room before settling back into the blankets himself. With a soft smile on his face and the nightmare mostly forgotten, the man slowly closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep until the morning sun gently woke him up with a warm kiss.

[rosesformark]

when two ends meet - bbh

requested! by @byunfirstlady: Can I request a baekhyun scenario when him and the reader are childhood friends and after taking different paths at the end of their graduation, they meet up when baekhyun's parents invite y/n and her parents to eat ? Can it be angst and fluff ? I hope it's not too much detailed ><

genre: angst, fluff

pairing: baekhyun x reader

word count: 2k

A/N: Sorry if it seems a bit rushed at the end but I hope you enjoy my take on childhood friends and meeting each other again and stufff like thatt hehe. Thank you for requesting! More requested fics will be posted soon:) btw, the baekhyun i had in mind when posting this was the recent LA baekhyun where he wore the silk shirts at prive launch but the hair was when he landed in LA and it was all permy and bunchy on top :’)

The hustling of waiters made you quickly swerve from left to right as you made your way towards the table in the back. The dim lighting in the restaurant caused frequent squinting of the eyes, your mother’s head slowly coming into view as you curved the final corner towards the table.

Walking up to the table, you made eye contact with your father and let out a sheepish laugh as you side-eyed your watch stating that it was 7:38pm. Granted, Seoul traffic never looked pretty but you knew that being forty minutes late was not excusable in your parents eyes. “Sorry I’m late, you know how traffic is these days.”

Your father gave you a tight-lipped smile as he gestured for you to take a seat next to him. You silently let out a breath of relief and slid into the booth, turning towards the guests across from you. In your haste of getting here, it was only now that you noticed who was sitting in the booth with your parents. Your eyes widened as they met a pair of familiar, droopy brown eyes, a face that made you double-take as it brought back years of childhood memories and unsettled feelings.

“It’s nice to see you again y/n.”

Your heart stuttered as you heard your name slip from his mouth, it’s been, what? Three, four years? Normally, the reason for not talking to another person would be because you both ended on bad terms. However, with him, it was neither good nor bad. It just… ended. You couldn’t ignore the speck of saltiness taking over your emotions as you saw him smiling brightly as you, droopy eyes and without a care in the world.

Your parents noticed your silence and gave you an even sharper look, you quickly cleared your throat and looked away, cheeks burning. “Likewise, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun continued smiling at your flustered state, seemingly oblivious to the whirl of emotions you were feeling right now. The piles of unnecessary plates in front of you at this obnoxiously high end restaurant suddenly became your target of interest for the moment. It was only until you heard the voice of a woman you considered a second mom during your childhood that you finally looked up.

“Oh y/n dear! It’s been so long, how’s the university in America?” Baekhyun’s mother said as she smiled widely at you. A gush of genuineness washed over you as her soothing voice calmed you down considerably.

“It’s been amazing! I’m almost done with school and I’ll be moving back here soon. The food’s there was great but nothing beats Korea’s noodles.” A chorus of chuckles circled around the table as your lighthearted comment broke the tension built up ever since you came. Yours and Baekhyun’s parents began making small talk, leaving you no choice but to turn towards Baekhyun, giving him the chance to finally talk to you.

You noticed that he grew his hair out a lot longer than the last time you’ve seen him. It now slightly permed and nearly covered his eyes, giving him a ruggish, boyish look but his clothes stated otherwise. Pieces of his recent clothing launch adorned his body, consisting of a white and blue silk shirt, pulling off the mature yet sexy bad boy look. The contrast from his old loose t-shirts and khakis to now definitely showed, he even had a different aura coming out of him now. This seemingly confident, borderline arrogant air resonated from him as he looked at you almost cockily, smirking slightly as he waited for you to speak.

“Are you done staring now?”

“I wasn’t staring, I was merely observing.”

“Wouldn’t you say that’s the same thing?”

“I was observing how you changed over the past few years seeing as you didn’t have the time or effort to update me as so.”

Your blunt words took him aback as Baekhyun looked slightly hurt. What? You were telling the truth. To put it simply, after graduation and promises of sticking together, Baekhyun hardly tried contacting you and blamed it on his rising career as a model. You see now that he’s finally achieved his goals but it was at the expense of his best friend, you.

He looked uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat, eyes darting around and not knowing what to say. Even though he knew he was in the wrong, you felt an inkling of guilt hit you as you stared at him. Maybe you were too harsh on him, but if you were being honest, you didn’t expect your resentment mixed with unreciprocated feelings to make themselves known during this surprise dinner. If anything, you could blame it on your parents for not giving you a heads up that Baekhyun and his parents would be joining you tonight.

“I’m sorry for not contacting you as much, as a model, I–”

“How’s the model industry?”

Both of you spoke at the same time, causing a blush to appear on both of your cheeks. He cleared his throat and met your eyes. You gave him a knowing head nod as he sent a shy smile your way before answering your question.

“Honestly, it’s all I’ve ever dreamed of. I finally started up my own brand and the feedback has been great. Tiring at some points, but I love it.” He finished his short description with a smile that warmed your heart. Even with all the saltiness you felt now, you couldn’t deny the happiness you felt hearing him talk about his passion.

The rest of the dinner continued on with somewhat awkward small-talk but you could tell he was trying. It was almost like you were back to being childhood friends that made you click easily, his aura both captivating and gave you a sense of nostalgia with each laugh that you shared.

Before you knew it, the food came and went as all of you were getting ready to leave the restaurant. “Y/n, why don’t you take Baekhyun out for some dessert and catching up?” your mother piped in. You were a bit hesitant at first but your choice was already made as Baekhyun wordlessly gripped your hand, sending final goodbyes to both your parents before leading you out the door.

It was silent between the two of you as he walked the familiar path to your favorite ice-cream shop. You tried slipping your hand out of his but that only made him hold on tighter. Your heart started racing as you glanced up at his face, but his eyes remained forward.

Why were you just letting him hold your hand? Why wasn’t he letting go? Why weren’t you letting him go? All these questions swirled inside your head that you didn’t even notice you had arrived at the ice-cream shop. The ring of the bell alerted the cashier to look up as Baekhyun led you down the aisle and towards the spot both of you always occupied during your times here.

He pulled you down to sit in the booth and slowly let go of your hand, not breaking eye contact the whole time while doing so. Your heart beat heavily with every lingering touch as he gave you a small smile and proceeded to go up to the cashier and ordered a banana split with only strawberry ice cream on top. Coming back with said dessert, he placed it on the table, scooped a spoonful of ice cream, and held it to your lips.

“Say ah.” He drawled out the ahh as he teasingly held the spoon in front of you. Your face crinkled at his flirtatious actions as you pushed his arm away from your face. He pouted and shoved the spoon childishly in his mouth before handing you a second spoon, smiling delightfully at the ice cream that melted in his mouth.

You giggled at such an adorable scene, your smile quickly morphing into a sad one as you stared at the boy across from you. Your silence made him look up and furrow his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong, you don’t want any?”

You didn’t speak for a moment and slowly shook your head. Maybe it's the fact that you haven’t seen your best friend in so long, or that your negative feelings immediately dissipated the moment you saw his eye smiles. But the whole atmosphere and being at your childhood ice-cream shop and clicking so right the second the both of you spoke gave you feelings that you couldn’t explain and ultimately lead up to a few unwanted tears forming.

Baekhyun sprang out of his seat and immediately kneeled down next to you. In a flurry of “Are you okay?”s to “Oh my God, I knew your tastes have changed”, he proceeded to swipe your tears with the pads of his thumbs and had an adorably worrisome face while doing so.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you blubbered out, gently lowering his hands and rubbing circles on his wrists. His worried face never ceased as he rested his hands in your lap, glancing from your soft hands up to your tear-filled eyes.

“Why are you crying?” he softly asked.

You let out a sad chuckle, licking your dry lips together as you tried to find the right words to speak. You weren’t even sure of how you feel, how could you try to convey the right message without offending him?

Moments passed as he gave you your time to speak, absentmindedly intertwining your hands with his and rubbing his thumbs soothingly across your knuckles.

“I don’t know, I just–, it’s complicated–, I– I don't even know how to explain it.” You couldn’t get the words out but his patient face motivated you to continue. “It’s just, after all these years of feeling mad that you never contacted me, I thought that I wouldn’t want to talk to you.”

You checked to see if he was still listening, his silence gave you the go to speak up.

“But, after the dinner and coming to the shop, I realized that I missed you so much over these past few years and that my feelings never changed. I hate that I couldn’t have just put my pride to the side and contacted you. Seeing you right now made me realize how childish I was being when all I did was miss you so much. I just want to be like how we were before graduation. ” Your voice quivered near the end as Baekhyun pulled you into a tight hug. You rested your chin on his shoulder as he rubbed warm circles onto your back. After all these years, you felt secure and stable in his arms.

His breath tickled your ear as he spoke up, “It’s my fault that we ended up like this. I didn’t realize that as my modeling career grew, I was losing the one person who supported me through it all. So please don’t apologize, you never deserved the treatment I gave you and I want to change that.”

He pulled away to meet your eyes and continued speaking, “I’ve never once stopped missing you throughout the years and I want to show you how much I still love you. Please, will you give me that chance?” His eyes were staring deeply into yours as he spoke, hands clenching tightly onto yours.

You were scared, no doubt. But the determination set in his eyes as he looked at you, the love that was showcased in them caused you to nod your head with no hesitation. The yearning in your heart increasing tenfold as the idea of a relationship with him bloomed into your mind.

“Of course, baek.” His toothy smile immediately spread across his face as it mimicked yours. You saw his whole body sag in relief as he quickly stood up and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. You giggled into his chest as he kept pressing mini kisses all around your face and pulled you up into a tight hug yet again.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as his was around your shoulders, cradling your head to his chest. He pressed his cheek onto the side of your head to whisper lovingly into your ear.

“I won’t mess this up, I promise.”

[echoes-of-realities]

13 on the kids prompts if your still doing them? Love ur writing btw

Thank you!!

Anonymous asked: 13. Kiss on the Ear

It’s not that Santana’s scared or anything. It’s just that the Cheerios camp the last week of summer starts in a couple days, which means Santana’s quickly realizing that she’s going to have to extract herself from the bubble of summertime happiness to face the real world. But she’s not scared; her and Brittany have been able to hide the fact that they’ve been more than friends since sophomore year so far, and she doesn’t see how that will change in the coming year.

(Of course, that was before. Before Santana accepted herself, before all the pain of junior year, before Brittany broke her heart, before she broke Brittany’s, before they admitted that this thing between them means something.)

(In reality, she’s actually terrified of going back to school, but she’d never admit that to anyone; not even to Brittany, which is mostly because the possibility of being with Brittany openly is part of the reason she’s so terrified.)

But Santana’s not scared, she just has a couple reservations about their senior year, like how they’re going to act, or if they’re going to come out, or what they even are to each other, exactly. Just a couple small itty-bitty concerns about what they’re going to do and what this all means.

Of course, Brittany already knows about the reservations (and about the truth of Santana’s fear), because she knows Santana better than Santana knows herself half the time, which would be a little weird if it wasn’t so comforting. So Santana really shouldn’t be surprised when Brittany turns wise, knowing eyes on her while they’re busy doing dishes, alone in the Lopez house.

“What?” Santana mutters a little defensively, scrubbing a little harder than necessary at the casserole dish from the leftover lasagna that her mom made for supper.

“You’re nervous,” Brittany observes, drying one of their plates. “Or anxious. Or scared. Or something that’s making you all jumpy and snappy.”

“I’m not scared,” Santana says in a voice so certain that she almost believes herself.

Brittany smiles softly, meeting Santana’s gaze in the kitchen window’s reflection. “You don’t have to lie to me,” she murmurs, “You know I’m not going to, like, make fun of you or tell anyone or anything.”

Santana takes a deep breath because she’s trying to get better at this whole communication thing since it’s important to relationships—or whatever it is that they have now. Santana doesn’t want to make any assumptions because that hasn’t gotten her anywhere in the past, so she keeps quiet even if she suspects that they might, kind of be in a relationship or something, like, at least a little bit. “I’m not scared,” she insists even though she knows that Brittany knows she’s lying, “I’m just— Concerned. About, like, school.”

Brittany bumps their hips together after a quiet moment of washing and drying. “What exactly are you concerned about?”

Santana swallows and pauses in scrubbing a particularly stubborn piece of cheese on the dish. Brittany just waits patiently, both for the dish so she can dry it and for Santana’s answer. “I don’t really know how to, like, act around you,” Santana finally explains, “You know, when we’re in public or at camp or school or whatever.” Santana swallows thickly again as panic starts to choke her at the thought of the coming year. “I don’t want to go back to last year ever again but I also can’t— I’m not ready to— Because people will talk and I can’t handle— I mean—”

“Shh,” Brittany soothes, quickly drying her hands before tossing the towel to the side and snaking her arms around Santana’s stomach, molding herself to Santana’s back and gently rocking them back and forth.

Santana’s chest continues to close up, the lump in her throat growing even bigger. “I can’t— Britt, I can’t— Not yet— Not when—”

Brittany suddenly starts humming, low and sweet and familiar, and the sound of it is so unexpected that Santana sucks in a surprised breath, all her tangled thoughts slowing down until the lump in her throat starts to ease and she can breathe again. Brittany just keeps humming until Santana forces her muscles to relax a little bit, focusing on the vibration of Brittany’s soft voice in her ear.

“Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true,” Brittany starts singing quietly, “But you and I know what this world can do. So let’s make our steps clear so the other may see.” Santana is smiling before she even realizes it, tipping her head back to rest on Brittany’s shoulder as she resumes humming in Santana’s ear. A lingering kiss is placed to the soft ridge of cartilage and Santana sighs, the panic already ebbed out of her body. “And I’ll wait for you. Should I fall behind. Wait for me.”

“My mom was listening to Bruce Springsteen the other day,” Brittany explains after a quiet moment of simply breathing together, waiting until Santana’s chest loosens and she relaxes fully into Brittany’s arms.

Santana smiles and turns her head a little to catch Brittany’s lips for a soft, sweet kiss. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Brittany just smiles and kisses her again before resting her chin on Santana’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out,” she promises, kissing Santana’s ear again since it’s the closest to her lips, “Together.”

Santana nods and sinks further into Brittany’s embrace. She’s still a little nervous about the coming year—and more than a little terrified about the prospects of coming out in the coming year—but as long as Brittany’s there to hold her and help her through this part, she figures they’ll be just fine.

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Patched Up Bonds

“ Can you do an ethan imagine where y’all are unofficial but everyone knows y’all are “taken” but yeah kinda angsty kinda fluffy please lol I love ur writing btw ! “

- Anonymous

Thank you for the request and your kind words! I love receiving requests because they’re all so different than what I tend to write typically. I changed what you might expect out of this idea, but I am more than ready to write something completely different than this. Hope you enjoy!

You smiled as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home, unable to contain your excitement. First year of college was done and closed, and you were beyond thankful to be home for the Summer. The next four months of catching up with friends, getting together with your high school graduates, spending quality time with your family, and exploring parts of your hometown that had changed within the last year. 

“There she is!” you mother beamed running down the porch steps. 

“Here I am” you replied, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace.

“Let's get you inside” 

Follow her through the house, you seated yourself onto one of the bar stools, making conversation about what your family was up to since the last time you spoke to them. You listened intently as your mother spoke, stopping only to hand you a glass of water, and absently played with the petals of the flowers she always bought every week to brighten up the kitchen. 

“The Dolans are spending the Summer here too” she said suddenly out of the blue. You heart seemed to stop in your chest, your mouth dry despite the water you gulped down. 

“Really?” you asked, biting your lip. Your mother nodded, smiling at you softly. 

“They’ll be here by the end of this week. Said they needed a change from the hectic life of Los Angeles. And I don't blame them, it must be hard.” Nodding you began to tune her voice out, your thoughts wandering to how it had all changed a week before you left for college and he left for the glory of Los Angeles.

“Hun?” you shook your head, turning your attention back to your mother. 

“Have you and Ethan spoke?” And she regretted it instantly, noting the way your eyes welled up, the heavy lump you swallowed back in your throat, and without another word she wrapped her arms around you.

Summer after high school was coming to an end. Your bags were packed, most of your drawers empty, hangers hanging idle in your closet. There was a heavy feeling in your stomach, the worry of leaving for the next few months, miles and miles away. You wouldn't be home until Christmas.

“Can you believe we’re leaving?” you laughed softly at his question, leaning further into his chest.

“I don’t want to, but I’m going to have to” you sighed.

“Ethan?” he took note of the way your voice sounded the slightest bit scared, distant, despite the face you say between his legs, perched in the treehouse you spent watching the stars in one Friday nights.

Tonight was your last Friday.

“Were going to be okay right?” you turned yourself around, sitting on your knees before him, tears welling up in your eyes. You leaned into his hand, as he gently carressed your cheek.

“Of course we are babe” and with that he pulled you into his chest.

The next day you woke up in your old bed, body warm against the old sheets. White with pink peonies.

Your eyes danced across your room. The walls were still the same violet as you had last seen them during Christmas break. The posters and pictures were still racked to the wall before you, desk neatly lined with all your supplies from high school. Your rose, leaning against the frame, eyes drifting off to your bedside table, reaching for the bracelet you always wore once upon a time ago, right before things fell apart.

The boys had packed everything. Literally everything. None of their clothing was left behind, most of their belongings already shipped to their new home in Los Angeles. You waited patiently by the mailbox, eating for the tall boy with the messy black hair, dark brown eyes, and heart wrenching smile.

Today was the day. Today was the day they were leaving. And you weren’t sure if you’d even see him in person, feel him, taste his lips until Christmas break.

And then there he was, making his way towards you, a sad look in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, shaking your hands out. “This is it” you said, mentally telling yourself to not let your voice crack.

Don’t cry. You’re going to hurt him. Be strong. You need to be for him. You’re happy for him.

And then his arms were around you, flushing your body to his. “I’m going to miss you so much” his own voice was weak.

After some time you finally pulled back, leaning on your tip toes to peck his lips.

The kiss was soft. Gentle and passionate. Sad and sweet. Bittersweet. You both had to taste one another, devour what the feeling felt like, move on with no idea when these lips would meet again.

“I’m going to miss you too”

You lifted the bracelet, feeling the weight of it in your limp hand. Just this once, you thought, unclasping it, wrapping it around your wrist. You forgot how perfectly it fit, like things had once long ago.

“I have something for you” he pulled himself away, your heart sinking as he stepped back. He pulled something silver out of his pocket, something sparkly. 

“Your hand please” you raised your hand before him. Gingerly he wrapped the bracelet around your wrist, letting it fall cold against your skin. You smiled, tears threatening to spill.

“Ethan” Grayson called from a distant, a sad smile on his face.

And then his lips met yours again, lingering yet again. “I love you so much alright, so much we’re going to make this work” And then he was backing away. “I’ll talk to you soon alright?” You could barely get out a goodbye, stomach sinking, and so you nodded simply.   

As you watched the car drive away. drifting from your vision, you played with the bracelet around your wrist, clutching the silver “E” between your thumb and pointer finger.

Wiping away a stray tear, you pulled the bracelet off, letting it fall back onto your bedside table, as it once had months ago during Christmas break.

The week had seemed to rush by, greeting familiar faces, catching up over cups of coffee. You spent some time unpacking your suitcases, filling in the empty slots of your closet, trying not to think of how they’d be empty again in August.

And then the end of the week came. He was coming home. 

You couldn't sleep the night before his arrival, wondering if you’d be able to face one another. Tossing and turning uncontrollably, your felt lost. You missed him. You missed him so much, 

And frankly, even though he was a few houses down, like he’d always been since you were kids, you knew it would feel like he was miles and miles farther.

Phone calls, text messages, and face time calls. That was how you managed the first few months. But then came mid November, and you started to worry you were growing apart. You hadn't seen one another since the end of August, nor would your conflicting schedules allow you to visit one another.

Phone calls were cut short, not much said, and ending with what felt like false “I love you’s”. Text messages were always read with a tone of resent, annoyance. And every time you saw each other threw a screen the other looked empty. 

Until one night, as you sat outside your dorm room, not wanting your room mate to wake up, you let out the tears you held back. You couldn't be strong for him. Because you weren't sure anymore if he was there.

“I thought we were going to make this work” you said into the phone, voice cracking. 

You heard him sigh at the other end, could imagine him running a hand through his dark tendrils, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“We will.” and with that he cut the phone, the dead line ringing in your ears.

And that's when you no longer understood in what position you both were anymore. You didn't talk much, barely, eventually not speaking any longer. You decided to check up on one another through text messages, unable to speak.

You both yearned to be together, but couldn't wrap your heads around exactly how. And breaking up seemed like the healthy choice, but you both refused to believe it wasn't a choice at all.

Because you didn't throw away a love that was promised to remain strong.

So as December rolled around, and you packed your suitcase to go home fro the break, you imagined what you'd say to him. You imagined you'd run into his arms, kiss him hard, and never want to let go. 

It didn't quite happen that way.

“Maybe you should at least go say hello to the boys hun. You’ve been friends since you were children, and what you and Ethan had was special.” Your head shot up from your book, turning to face your mother as you sat on the porch swing.

“Have, mom. Have” and you turned back to your book, eyes boring into the pages.

“You won't know unless you try” her voice was soft, apologetic.

You knew she was right.

The sun was setting as you walked through the green grass, eyes stealing glances as you passed the Dolan household, afraid to see him outside or on his porch. But no one was out, and you sighed in relief as you passed by.

The treehouse was still there, in the big oak tree at the very end of the neighborhood. The treehouse you spent hours in playing, every day after school at 4:00PM when Ethan would come pounding at your front door, arms brushing as your walked to the ancient artifact.

You made your way up, carefully, afraid you might fall. When you were kids and teenagers, he always let you climb first, telling you he was right behind you, to catch you if you ever fell. 

Where was he now?

“You made it!” you smiled as you entered the house, warm engulfing your freezing body. You wrapped your arms around old high school friends, all who you hadn't seen for some time. 

Despite how great it felt to see everyone, you only had eyes searching for him.

“How’s your star quarterback?” someone teased as you pulled your coat off.

Not sure, you thought to yourself. “He’s well” you lied, inching away. 

You knew he’d be here. He had to be. 

You moved through the happy bodies dancing to old Christmas classic songs, smiling at the cheerleaders who you once associated with, most of them no longer with their football boyfriends. You were always the shy and quiet girlfriend from the team, the ordinary girl who wasn't a cheerleader. And like the others you always wondered how the star quarterback fell for his shy best friend.

You wondered where you went wrong as your fingers trailed over your old toys, eyes welling up at the corsage from senior prom that hung on the wall, fingers tracing the initials he’d carved in with a bobby pin from your hair that night.

You heard something, or better yet someone coming up, and you froze, turning around, leaning against the wall, breathing hitched.

Leaning against the wall, having lost your friend as she stepped into a game of spin the bottle, you watched the front door, carefully observing everyone walking in, even though you could spot him from afar in a heart beat.

And then suddenly time froze. The music seemed to stop. The loud voices were a mute. You thought your body was shaking, your mouth went dry, your heart pounded hard against your chest. 

His eyes caught yours, softening, smile fading, ignoring his old team mates as he froze. And then he was walking towards you, not breaking his eyes on you. 

And you couldn't. You told yourself stay, but you couldn't. So you turned, rushing up the flight of stairs you had no idea leading where, stopping as you closed yourself off at the end of the hallway, tears streaming down your face, tucking the bracelet he’d given you under your sleeve.

You didn't imagine him to have gotten taller than the last time you saw him. You didn't think he’d let his scruff grow out more than what he did now. He was broader, more muscular, but his eyes were just as beautiful, hair just as dark. 

You felt your knees go weak, letting the tears slip through, not bothering to tuck your bracelet under your sleeve, because it was no longer there. It hadn't been for some time.

You heard your name being called, his voice foreign.

Your name fell from his lips, soft and hurtful, voice foreign.

You didn't dare to look up as he leaned against the wall from you, dying to hold you close and kiss you, hear your voice, take away the pain he’d caused. He gingerly took a step, curing at himself mentally as you flinched. When his hands slowly cupped your tear stained cheeks, your heart fluttering at the familiar feeling of his calloused skin.

“I’m so sorry” he mumbled, pulling you close. And when you didn't fight, letting him pull you into his chest, wrapping your arms around him, he knew you sill had something. The need for one another was still there. 

“I didn't know you were here” you wanted to scream at him, cry at him, ask him why

“I needed to clear my head about something” your voice was soft, and he closed his eyes, taking a step closer to you, realizing how much he had truly missed you. 

“Ethan” you said, letting out a sob. “Why do we do this  every time?” his palms rested agsint the wall, surrounding you. He gulped, eyes pained, clenching his jaw. 

“I don't know, I don't know” he whispered sadly.

When the back of your head gently hit the wall, the music was drowned out, the only feeling of his lips against your mattered. You tugged at his shirt, pulling him flush. His hands rested against the wall, breaking contact with your lips only to mutter apologies and mumble the three words you were desperate to hear. 

After he drove you home that night, kissing you again, telling you that you both deserved a second chance, you spent most of your break together, catching up. Falling in love all over again, even though you already were. And it felt just like it had before. 

But the night you left for college again, you slipped the bracelet off your wrist, worried at the back of your head for another episode of what was to come when you departed from one another, another four months gone by without seeing each other. 

And it did, but the unbreakable bond compelled you to convince yourselves you were still together.

“We can't keep doing this.”

“I know” he replied, your heart sinking.

“Is it bad I want to though?” he asked, letting a tear of his own slip. 

And with that you fell into his chest, letting him hold you close, begging him to never let go.

Something changed that night. Something changed from then on. Because as you packed your bags at the end of Summer and he packed his, things would be different.

Because he’d been dangerously close to losing you, and you him. 

Because he drove you to the airport the night you left for college, kissing you hard, and watching you walk away, and when you turned back and smiled, bracelet hanging off your wrist, a smile on your face, he knew.

Your bond had been patched up. Losing you forever was his biggest fear. And he’d learned that the hard way.

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Okay I'm going through my screenshots so I can say it in order lmao and I apologise in advance because this got so long because I cannot shut up and its probably very incoherent and I'm mostly quoting your own work back you adkkdkd

Firstly when he returned home and he spoke with his sister (who I love btw 🥺) and this line >>

"an explanation was queued in his throat transitorily just to hum in response, but for a moment just being welcomed by his family was calming."

I was like 🥺🥺🥺 I like how you made his emotions multidimensional(?) In that moment? Like he had his inner struggle and uncertainty and guilt too but then the effect his family have on him and their importance and how they influence his emotions 🥺 idk simple but I <3

OH THE IMAGERY WHEN HE WENT TO HIS OLD ROOM AND GOT INTO HIS OLD BED AFTER SO LONG WAS *MWAH*

"The bed and sheets were different, but somehow the way they slid over his body, the cool sheets meeting the warmth of his skin something about it felt like home."

This whole part truly bc I love the familiarity but also foreigness and again reflecting on his inner turmoil it was just a lovely para

Also liked this part >>

"Audibly sighing, he rolled onto his side to face away from the dresser from which that photograph was glowering at him

Or so it felt. He closed his eyes and pressed his head deep into the pillow, tucking the sheets under his arm so just enough chill of the air conditioning would make it comfortable and somehow, despite his racing thoughts, he fell asleep." Made me :((

OH WHEN HE WAS 'SHOCKINGLY UPSET' THAT READERS NUMBER WASNT SAME :( SILLY BOY

AND THEN THE WHOLE PART WHERE HE FIRST GOES TO READERS HOUSE AND ITS READERS MUM SILLY BOY PT.2

HIS WHOLE RAMBLING TRAIN OF THOUGHT IF HE SHOULD ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER INBETWEEN MUM WAITING FOR HIM TO ANSWER HER

AND THEEEEEEN SILLY BOY PT.3 WHEN HE LEAVES AND NOW HE OVERTHINKING WHAT TO SAY WHEN HE SEES READER AKFKDK

"For certain he knew that he would be standing there, looking like a fool, stuttering for quite some time— he had no doubt you’d just look at him with that same patient look whenever he couldn’t come up with the right words for you." yes he is FOOL and yes this part made me soft for some reason :( but I also thought this was a nice reflection on readers and hjs past dynamic/relationship which was very nice!

AND HELLOOOOOOOOOOO WHEN THEY FINALLY REUINTE!!!!

"your eyes shot back to Hyunjae’s, who was still looking at you despite all of the commotion coming from around him which inevitably pushed him out of the way of the doorway. Somehow the plate was coaxed out of your hand with a million questions being asked about it and you were being tugged into the house with insistence that you join them for dinner. You couldn’t answer, your gaze remained locked with Hyunjae until the both of them realized that he was your primary focus, and quickly the chatter stopped and silence took over again."

KFGNANDNJD ESPECIALLY THE LAST PART OF HIM BEING PRIMARY FOCUS SHUT UPPPPPP but that whole part felt tense and pretty and you wrote it so?? Well of course but layered?? idk if that's that right word but the way you described the kind of chaos around them but the stillness THEY had in comparison was so WOW.

also his sister being like arent u gonna say anything LOOOOL I love her

BUT OOF THAT SCENE THE READER LOOKING AWAY AND HYUNJAES THROAT DRY ONLY ABLE TO SAY NAME AND AWKWARDNESS UNCERTAINTY BUT

STILL SILLY SWEET BOY ASKING READER TO STAY FOR DINNER EYE– <\3

AND AGAIN HIS RAMBLING :( shut up silly boy I'll stay for dinner in a trash can for u

"It broke both your hearts a little bit, and you could feel the stinging of those same pieces even now. Hyunjae told you what your mom said, about you not wanting to call him, and all of the subsequent lack of communication that led to your complete separation. Conversation seemed to flow a bit more freely between the two of you again, deep somewhere there was an understanding about the hurt that the split caused the both of you." This 😔😔😔p a i n

AND WALKING HOME NSJDBWNDND WHO DO YOU THINK U R HYUNJAE WLAKING HOME AIDNSNS  SHUTHO BSKFKSKDKDUP

"He could see the fight in your eyes, the same fight from the number of years ago when he’d say the same thing, when he’d walk you home no matter how much you insisted it wasn’t necessary. The way you dug in was noticeable, preparing to stand your ground against him because, who was he to be so concerned as someone who left? And maybe that was the wrong mindset to have about him because you could feel, even in the way he looked at you, that he still cared for you.

Hyunjae gave you that look where his gaze got a little more tender and there was an almost unnoticeable raise of his brows and a head flick towards the door. It had you swallowing hard, barely even noticing the silence before it was interrupted."

THE ANGST AFJJAJSS AND THE TENDERNESS AND AJFNDN UGHHH THE WAY HES BEEN IN KNOTS BUT HE STILL SLIPS BACK INTO THAT PROTECTIVE ROUTINE OR WHATEVER HE ONCE SHARED WITH YOU AND THE FACT HE STIL LCARES AND UGHFHDHDHJEJE

"Out of old habit, Hyunjae extended his elbow to you, and, to avoid being overly awkward, you took it, but not without looking up at him questioningly as he was pulling you out of the door. You walked slowly side by side once getting off the initial porch of his parent’s home, and he reached over to cup over your hand to keep it from slipping away."

I screamed that is all like my screenshot literally has a scribble reading SCREAM in dramatic red

THE FIRST SORRY THEN THE SECOND STORY BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THIS WHOLE SCENE HAD MY HEART TWISTED AND HURTING AND AIFJSJD THE HUG THE CLOSENESS AND JUST I WAS SO IN IT AND SO SO UGHSHFHD

“I’m sorry,” he said again, but this time you weren’t sure what for. Just as you were about to turn towards your door to leave him, he took you around the middle and dragged you into him, hulling you up against his firm chest as his arms tightened against you. Initially, you were surprised. The audacity, but also the guts it took to pull you into a hug when he was stumbling over his words like a dancer with two left feet. Your hands ghosted up his arms, slowly feeling his frame—tall and warm against your own—before your arms draped across his shoulders. Your head was turned to the side, pressed against his collar turned inwards towards the center, and, much to your own surprised, you relished the hug like home. This felt akin to the hug he gave you before you both departed to your separate cities, vowing that he would maintain contact which quickly disintegrated. Honestly, it had tears pricking at your eyes like you were saying goodbye all over again, but also releasing the gates on the emotions you’d stowed away for all those years with no thoughts that he’d ever come back.

His breathing was now even more noticeably rickety with your head pressed up against his chest. A few more times he apologized, still for reasons you weren��t aware of, and squeezed you even tighter for just a moment longer before he was finally releasing you.

“I’ll wait until you’re inside,” he said as you stepped back from him, and even still he wouldn’t look right at you.

“Go home safely,” you replied, stepping backward until your back unceremoniously hit your front door. You were pawing at the handle, watching him wait for you until you finally popped the door to let yourself inside. “Goodnight, Hyunjae,” you added.

“Goodnight,” he replied, and your gaze finally met his before you turned to close him away from you." Speechless

AND THE WHOLE TENSE 'ARGUMENT' ON THE DOCKS

“Great, but you’re not me,” you fired back with matched ferocity, and so you exchanged your look between his eyes, noting the way they shimmered amber reflecting the sunset light off the water, noting the way they looked at you with such intensity, while trying to stave the tears that were pushing against his waterline. There was a bubbling against your throat, words you knew you didn’t want to say that burned like wildfire. You continued to switch between his eyes, knowing the things queued weren’t going to help the situation in any way and so, to avoid saying something you knew you’d regret, and since you knew he wouldn’t stop pushing you, you pushed up from the dock and took his empty plastic cup with you to leave him with the burn of your hand on top of his and that distinct lack of your gaze into his eyes.

Then, and only then, did the tears that threatened have room to fall. His nails scraped against the dock even harder as he clenched his fist, still able to feel the warmth of your hand on top of his as he stared through the ghost of your presence. His jaw was tight, and his tears were hot—they were angry, frustrated, discontent but not with you. The wounds were deeper than he thought, still more tender than he thought, and all that led him to a harsh conclusion—the final talk would be even worse hell than he initially imagined."

Man oh man my stomach was in knots reading this scene I just andnsns got caught up in it and it was really strong and just ugh so sad and p a i n again, the sunset imagery and the ghost of your presence and the tears it's too much too much, the way you delivered it was so good you worded it beautifully and led the scene so well placed the emotions so!!!!! Yes all of this so raw and just HUMAN (my screenshot note for the last quoted part in particular was: wow)

Oh feel like I should note the word I put in the screenshot when he said "the biggest mistake was trying to see you again" in which I replied "BASTARD :("

“She doesn’t hate you, if that’s what you think,” she replied and took a seat on his bed. “She’s hurt about you; I’d be hurt about you. There’s a lot to process between the two of you right now, a bit deeper than you might expect to find. It’s awkward and tense and tough to swallow, but you have to do it if you want to salvage it. But I know she doesn’t hate you.” << specifically screenshotted this time say I love his sister- love how you characterised her and portrayed her relationship with hyunjae!!!

AHHHHH THE PART WITH SANGYEON AIFJSJJDJDJDD (BITCH YOU AND RAINAH BOTH STILL CANT BELIEVE) BUT AHHHHH

PROTECTIVE HYUNJAE AKFJSJJDE WHEN HE TOLD HIM FIRMLY TO TAKE A WALK I WAS LOWKEY 😍🥵 BUT I WAS ALSO 🥺😣 HES JUST AHHHHHHH

kay but honestly that scene was so tense and not over or underdone and just wow again all the conflicting feelings like readers pride bc she needed to be saved and hyunjae not being able to walk away and being that protective barrier 🥺

AND HES SO GENTLE I THINK I ACTUALLY FELT MY HEART COME UNDONE "MAY I SEE YOUR FACE" SHUT UPPPPPPPP AND JSUT THE HUG AFTER THAT HOLDING TOGETHER UGBDBFBFBNFBF just :( really :( felt :( his warmth :( and safety :(

and then sitting by tree scene was so cute :( but the conversation and the pain still there the worry and need for comfort

"There was a tightening around Hyunjae’s heart he hated as you spoke those words. Hearing you say it hurt in a different way than him coming to grips with it himself. His legs couldn’t help but close on you a bit, a frustrated grunt squeaking from his mouth. Not here, he thought, not now. This was not the best place to be having that conversation, but little did you know that was the conversation." just this whole part :(

"You were pushing, unintentionally, at the seams of his packaged distress." Such a good line

AND THE LINE ABOUT SANGYEON PUTTING A PIT IN HIS STOMACH THE CONCEPT OF ANYONE PUTTING PIT SHUT UP PIT BOY ILY2 ZKDNSKDKDJDD

Then the reasoning for his distance and him not wanting to be a burden and just preserve the friendship and it getting easier to not come back and then "He never changed; he could still feel the tip of his tongue clamped between his teeth, still feel the churning in his stomach with the attempt to put his feelings away, the lump in his throat which felt like a swollen version of his heart, a hole in his chest which the alcohol wasn’t helping in the slightest." man that's some good imagery

"Still, you turned to look at him, not so much at his face, but at his throat, at the undone button of his black shirt, at the way his throat shifted as he swallowed hard. His thumbs were hooked in his pockets as he stood as attentive as he could muster, waiting for you like he always did." HELLO BRAIN FUCKING SHORT CIRCUITED DESCRIPTION OF HIMS DKAJDJSJSJJ I KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE BUT THE WAY YOU WROTE IT I WAS LIKE AKDKD 🥴

BUT THEN I SCREAMED FOR REAL BECAUSE THE WHOLE KISS SCENE THE BUILD UP AND AIFHWNDN THE GRADUAL CLOSENESS STILL TENTATIVE AND HIM PAUSING THAT SPLIT SECOND WHERE THE TENSION TENFOLDED ANDVAIFJSNDD I ACTUALLY GOT BREATHLESS AND THENAGAINST THE DOOR ITS TOO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT HNNSHDNSNDND JUST AHHHH EYES GLIMMER LIKE GALAXY CAPTIVE AKDJJDD THE WHOLE YES DESCRIPTION MOMENT I WAS DECEASED I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN BC SO POWERFUL SKDKDKD AND THE WAY IT "FELT RIGHT AFTER SO MANY YEARS" JUST SAY THEY WERE DESTINED AND GO AKFJDJD

Anyway I had to take a break after that scene I bad to take breaks often this fic was not good for heart skfkd

And then I came back and I read this part and cried sgkskfjr and that sucked but sucked bc you wrote it so well it made me cry and gave me EXTREME chest pains akdkd

"“This is exactly why I didn’t want to come back,” he muttered under his breath, looking up at the cracking paint of your porch covering. He hoped it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear, but unfortunately, it was. You looked at him, queueing a couple of replies in your throat that never seemed to fit the situation and adequately explain how you felt at the same time. You waited only long enough for his gaze to cast back down to you, almost expecting you to say something, but you had twisted the knob to your door and disappeared into the darkness of your home without another word. Could you say it was the best decision? Perhaps not. But in that moment you feared that you would say something that would damage an already delicate situation. If you had just left it at the bit about the breakup and about needing to talk, he would have understood. Everything else just confirmed his fears about you; that you liked the idea of him.  He shook his head and turned to head home, ignoring the prying questions of his sister who was surprisingly still awake and, without turning a single light on, closed the door to his room and crawled into bed."

BUT THENNNNN DRAMATIC BUT NOT SO DRAMATIC AND ACTUALLY QUIET DOWN TO EARTH AND REALISTIC CONFESSION TALK TIME IDK WEIRD LIMBO ZONE THAT YOU PORTRAYED SO WELL BUT ALSO HIM BEING A BITCH BABY BOTH PISSED ME OFF AND MADE ME LAUGH BUT I ALSO UNDERSTOOD HIM COS :((

"“I don’t like the idea of you, Hyunjae. I’ve always liked you. And when you left, it took me a few years to get in the game to try and move on… I got with Sangyeon because it felt, in the beginning, like he understood me. Like he empathized with my loss, which was you, and I had an aching, a pit that needed to be filled that I thought he could fill.  But that pit is shaped exactly like you, and I realized that nothing else will ever fit it properly…” that pit is shaped exactly like you :( pls shut up again akdkeke you really got me

“I loved you,” he interjected. “And I was so scared that if I had admitted that to you, that I would lose you, but I ended up losing you anyway because I was too weak to swallow the fact that I did love you. That I do love you. That those six years away did nothing to help me move on,” he replied, pouring it all out for you, finally saying what he needed to say for so many years and a weight lifted off his chest, but it didn’t stop the squeezing feeling." AND THIS JUST MADE ME CRY LIKE TBH THE WHOLE SCENE WAS RAW AND JUST AHFKWKDJE THE THOUGHT OF HIM SAYING THIS THE WORDS YOU CRAFTED SO POWERFUL CHEST PAINS AGAIN

Crying again reading screenshots but skdkd “I got too worried trying to respect the relationship with a man who never respected me; who took advantage of me knowing I was vulnerable without you; and if I had come to that conclusion on the landing that night… Hyunjae, I may have not let you leave. It was like my favorite coffee on a cold day, like the sun on my skin in the late spring, like the spray of the water on the dock—nothing has ever felt more like home.” so pretty :((

"Hyunjae let out a deep sigh, blinking back the tears that pushed at the outer corners of his eyes as he slipped to the floor. His gaze looked out but didn’t find anything in particular, clouded anyway. He took a moment to reflect on the way the hardwood panels felt underneath his fingers, the way breath filled his lungs, the way his eyes stung, the sound of you sliding down to the floor yourself against his room door.

There wasn’t much else that needed to be said, so the two of you sat across the floor from each other in relative silence for quite a few lingering moments. The both of you were trying to regulate your breathing, trying to quench the fire that burned deep down.

It took a moment, but he crawled across the floor of his room to sit up in the corner of the wall and the door and asked for your hand only to coax you over to him, between his legs to rest up against him as he settled his chin on your shoulder. From then, it was a matter of time and healing, and he wanted to spend the initial healing time with you in his arms in the quiet of his room as the both of you processed everything that was said.

All that could be heard throughout the room was perhaps gentle breathing, silently the continued refusal of tears that stung both your eyes. Hyunjae dug his face in the crook of your neck, even if you were turned away from him; he didn’t want you to see it. But even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel the way his rickety breath fell across your shoulder, the way he trembled against your back, the warmth of his tears against your skin and even though things were on the mend, that, in and of itself, stung like hell.

Hyunjae’s pain had always been your pain, and vice versa—his happiness, his burdens, his struggles, his successes and triumphs; they had always been shared because of your dynamic, and it was clear things weren’t about to change. It had always been a love the both of you were too afraid to admit because there was a very real chance it would drive you away from each other.

“I love you, Hyunjae…” you muttered. It was the only reassuring thing you hadn’t said.' Breath...stolen. like truly cannot put it into words how good and emotional this scene was to me.

AND YOUNGHOONIEEEEEEE I LOVED HIS PART IN THIS!!!! he was such a good addition I told you already but yes I loved that scene

RETURN OF THE DOCK I LOVE THAT THE PREVIOUS DOCK SCENE HADNT ENDED WELL BUT YOU BROUGHT IT BACK AND SCRUBBED THAT AWAY TO LEAVE BEHIND A BEAUTIFUL MEMORY LIKE THAT WAS SO GOOD AND I LOVE THE WHOLE SCENE BUT ALSO H E L P

"Hyunjae discarded his tea gently against the finished dock, turning his full attention to you. His slender fingers gently prodded against your jaw, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder. It was always like him to take control of the situation, and to be completely honest, you had banked on that for this entire meeting. You were pleased to look at him per his will, tilting your chin up so that his face could slip by yours and press a lingering kiss against your cheek, the way you had to his at the end of your last meeting. Perhaps the most important meeting.

Again, you wanted to speak with nothing really to say. Your eyes fluttered at the feel of his supple lips against your cheek and remained closed when his delicate fingers flittered away from your jaw and his hand cupped against the back of your neck, craning up only slightly to place another kiss against your forehead, and another against your cheek—you had to chuckle, nervously nipping at your bottom lip as you tried to read his intentions.

“Just let me marinate in the fact that I have dreamed about this for eight years, and I’m finally here,” he mumbled against your skin, knowing that you were laughing at him.

“I’m laughing at you because you keep missing,” you replied, eyes fluttering open to meet his as he pulled back. The gentle smiles fell from both your faces as your gaze teetered between each other’s eyes, noting their glimmer, their depth, the absolutely homey look you gave each other. Your breaths mingled just a few inches from each other between the two of you before you noted the way his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips—in nervousness or preparation, you couldn’t tell. When he noticed the way your eyes fell past his nose, he couldn’t help but speak up."

I BASICALLY SCREENSHOTTED THE WHOLE OF THE END SCENE BUT IVE ALREADY MADE THIS ANNOYINGLY LONG COS I CANT SHUT UP SO I WONT PASTE IT ALL HERE BUT UGH I JUST IT ENDS SO BEAUTIFULLY THERES LIKE SOMETHING CLICKING INTO PLACE THE FEELING OF THE DUST SETTLING AND THE SUN RISING AND THINGS FEELING LIKE THEYRE EXACTLY AS IT SHOULD BE THATS HOW YOU WROTE THE ENTIRE LAST SCENE I JUST ADORED AND I WANT TO CRY AGAIN THE EMOTIONS IN THE WHOLE THING AND BUILDING UP TO THIS MOMENT HAS MY STOMACH IN KNOTS THINKING ABOUT IT AND YEAH I LOVE THIS AND ILY

Hyunjae | Vulnerable Words | 18.7K Genre | Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining Notes | Female!Reader x The Boyz Hyunjae, Post College AU. Mentions of alcohol, threats, unhealthy relationships, cursing.  A whole shared brain written piece of work; Rainah and I wrote such eerily similar stories without the other’s knowledge, and here’s my rendition. This is a work of fiction, and any depictions of actions, behaviors, thoughts, and personalities of characters used in this story do not reflect reality.  Summary |  Hyunjae’s been gone for six years, leaving his family and friends behind to escape some painful feelings. Once returning, he realizes that those six years did nothing to help his feelings, and after running into you again, he’s convinced they’ll never go away, and that you’ve felt the same way all along.

Hyunjae hadn’t spent a summer vacation—or any vacation for that matter—in his hometown since leaving for college. He couldn’t place exactly what drew him back, but his parents were ecstatic when he arrived with a suitcase in hand and a shy expression on his face, hoping he still had somewhere to stay, even unannounced, with them. There was an air about his hometown that felt like a sea breeze on his face, like a breath of fresh air, a familiarity he couldn’t seem to find anywhere else.  

His mother welcomed him with open arms, always thrilled to see her little boy, especially when she was never quite sure when she would see him again outside their visits to him. A fresh face he was surprised, but happy, to see was his older sister’s. She gave him a warm smile, waiting for her turn to embrace him after finally getting past their mother.

“You’ve been gone so long, you know,” she said to him. An explanation was queued in his throat transitorily just to hum in response, but for a moment just being welcomed by his family was calming.

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Daughter Series - Reaper pt. 3

Sonya takes care of her sick father and Reaper stops trying to be cool for 5 minutes and just enjoys her company. A bit under 3,000 words. 

WARNINGS: intense bodily pain, brief mention wishing to be dead

I really like this one, btw :) and it is based on this wonderful comic!

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Genji

Reaper installments: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

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Reaper had woken up at 3 am, feeling like ice and shaking from head to toe. It was going to be a bad day. He would shiver for a while, then the pain would set in, leaving him immobile for at least 18 hours, maybe more. He slowly ambled to his bathroom to piss before he could no longer get up to do so. He glanced into the mirror and saw that his face was ashen and his eyes were already going hollow. It was going to be a very bad day.

By 5:30 am Reaper was sweating into his pillow and gripping the blankets around him desperately. He hurt everywhere. He was panting and vomiting by 6:30. Dry heaving by 7 am. Sometimes his chest was the epicenter of the pain, sometimes his back, sometimes his throat. For a few hours he would be burning up, then suddenly he’d feel so cold his limbs would go numb. Sometimes it was just agony, plain and simple. Every time he looked at the clock the disappointment would set in. It was only 9 am? How?

His body began to fall apart around 10:30 am. As Reaper huffed, billows of fog would float off from him, but only when overheated. When he was cold, wispy tendrils would wiggle from his body and cling to the bedding. There were times when he could feel his skin peeling off and shedding, or his hair falling from its follicles. His mouth would sprout an extra row of teeth every once in a while – sometimes sharp, sometimes not. He’d nearly bit his tongue off twice today and had torn the inside of his cheek open. His nails would grow too long then become frail and break down to the bed. His skin would tear at the slightest movement, like turning on to his side. His innards would lurch and bloat and wither, making him grip his guts and writhe. The worst of it came when he sprouted extra irises. He would open his eyes and the world would be jumbled in the most sickening way. What he wouldn’t give to just curl up and die, right here and now.

Around 1 pm his phone buzzed yet again. He’d ignored Akande and Sombra’s messages, but when Sonya’s name popped up, he smiled just the smallest bit. She’d swiped his phone last week and taken a silly picture for her contact photo. Even with her eyes crossed she was damn pretty. He swiped across the screen and left a smear of blood. “Christ,” he hissed wiping the sinew off on the sheets.

‘Hey Reaper. You doing alright? I still have lunch on the stove if you want to come by,’ her text read.

“Fuck,” he growled with a cough. More blood. Perfect. He’d forgotten all about their plans.

‘Sorry mija. Sick. Reschedule soon?’ He hit send and sighed. Somehow, Reaper had found another reason to hate being feeble like this – it kept him from his precious girl.

‘Sick? Shit. You need anything? I can bring some food by,’ she sent back.

‘Couldn’t keep it down. I’ll be fine. See you soon.’ A slick black tendril was slithering over his hand and he shook it off grumpily.

‘Alright. Let me know if you need anything. And take care of yourself, ok? Widowmaker is doing this weird thing where she just hangs upside down from the ceiling from her grappling hook and watches people. It’s freaking me out. She was in the lab for half an hour. Staring at me. The people we work with, man. . .’

He snorted at her response and shuddered in pain. ‘I’ll let you know when I’m better. We can discuss Amelie’s infinite weirdness then.’

‘Yes please!’

Poor Sonya, facing the Talon crazies on her own. Although, as much as Reaper hated to admit it, Akande would keep an eye on her. He always did.

Reaper closed his eyes and tried to sleep, which was probably pointless, but what the hell else was he going to do? Another few hours passed slowly, fitfully. He almost texted his daughter a dozen times, if only for a distraction, but he didn’t want her to know how mangled he was right now. How weak. She counted on him to have her back, to look out for her. Not to lay in bed looking like a monster. But luckily, she texted him around 4:30 pm.

‘Hey tuff stuff. Hope I’m not waking you up. Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but Sombra said something about you having real bad pain sometimes? And you have to hole away for a day or so? I wasn’t going to bother you, but I gotta ask – you okay? I guess she got me worked up and I’m really kinda super worried about you.’

“Mi princesa,” he whispered before keying out another message. ‘You don’t ever have to worry about me Sunshine. I’ll be fine.’

‘Promise?’

‘I promise.’

‘You SURE you don’t need anything? I just happened to make chicken and noodle soup today – homemade broth, egg noodles, the works! I know you don’t eat much, but I could bring you some for when you’re feeling up for it. I got tea and honey, too. And booze! And that really dark chocolate you like! I could bring you the weighted blanket I just bought too. Thing is made of magic, I swear.’

He smiled and thought for a long time, long enough for her to send another text.

‘I just want you to be okay. I want to help if I can. I know what its like to be sick and alone. It blows.’

“Oh fine,” Reaper grumbled. “She wants to see me, I want to see her. But she’s not coming in my room. I’ll scare the shit out of her.” His fingers flew over the touchscreen’s tiny keys before he could change his mind. ‘Alright, mija. You convinced me. You can come by and drop off some soup and chocolate, but no blanket. I’ll just make it gross. Just leave the food in the fridge and I’ll get it when I’m doing better. Can’t see me though. I’m a mess.’

She got right back to him. ‘Be there in ten!’ And she was. Did she run across the compound? Or did she have a little care package ready for him? He heard the ding of his home’s buzzer and used his phone to open the front door. He couldn’t hear her moving around, but he felt better knowing she was close. After a few moments there was a light rapping at his bedroom door.

“Reaper,” she called softly, “you in there?”

“Yeah.” His voice was rougher than usual, even for him.

“I put the soup away along with some crackers. And maybe some liquor,” she said quietly.

He grinned. God, she was a good kid. “Thanks, Sonya.”

“You want anything right now? Chocolate? Tea? I can leave it by the door if you want.”

Chocolate sounded like heaven. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to taste it much, but he was willing to pretend today. “Chocolate,” he choked out.

“Aw, Reaper,” she cooed, “you sound fucking awful. I’ll leave the candy bar here, but I’m making you some tea, too, if only to make myself feel like I’m doing something worthwhile.”

“Alright,” he chuckled. He sat up slowly and cringed, but at least he could stand being upright, that was impressive. With a deep breath, he hoisted himself to his feet. That was a mistake. Reaper let out a small cry before falling to the floor in a heap, gulping and writhing.

“Reaper,” Sonya called from the hall, voice heavy with fear. “Reaper!”

He wanted to tell her that he was fine, to go home and pretend she hadn’t heard anything, but he couldn’t. He had no strength left.

Light flooded the room as Sonya came into view. Reaper looked up at her horrified face for a moment before turning away in shame. “I’m . . . okay,” he lied feebly.

“No, Reaper,” she said kneeling beside him, “you’re not. Let me help you up.”

He meekly pushed her hand away. “No, Sonya, go. I’m in a bad place. Just leave me be.”

“I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you just lay on the floor! Now don’t make me ask again.” Despite her firm words, it sounded as if his daughter was about to cry. He hated himself for bringing her to tears.

Sonya wrapped her arm around his sweaty torso and slowly heaved him up. She was stronger than hell. They sat down on the bed together and Reaper slumped forward.

“I’ve got ya,” Sonya said holding his arm, he nodded a silent thanks. She waited patiently as he caught his breath.

“I need to lie down,” he admitted sheepishly. Sonya stood and let him curl up on the disheveled mattress.

She crouched next to him and rubbed his shoulder. “You hot or cold, tuff stuff?”

“Cold, for now.”

She squeezed him and headed for the living room. “Be right back.”

“No,” he protested again, but she shushed him and waved her hand dismissively. She came back with a dark red blanket and draped it over him.

“There, isn’t that better? It doesn’t even ruin your shadowy aesthetic.” Her smirk was his whole world.

“Better,” he agreed, eyelids growing heavier.

“Tell me if you get hot, ‘kay?” He nodded. “I’m gonna stay for a while and keep an eye on you. And I’m not asking for permission – I’m telling you,” she said sitting beside him.

“You don’t have to do that, Sonya,” Reaper said burrowing into to the pillow.

“I want to,” she said putting her hand over his. He brought it to his lips and pressed a small kiss to the back of her palm. He wanted her to stay, too.

Sonya stayed by his side for hours on end, only leaving when Reaper asked for something – covers on, covers off, a rag for his forehead, a cool towel for his neck. At some point, she had turned on some peaceful music that managed to help take is his mind off his fraying body. She told him little stories about nothing in particular when he asked. Hearing her speak was a comfort in of itself. Eventually, the pain began to subside and the exhaustion took over. He slept better than he had in a long time, much better than he usually did after a day like this.

When he finally awoke, Reaper was whole and healing – no smoke, no tendrils, but he was far more aware of something else. He hadn’t been wearing his mask. Still lying in bed, he ran his fingers over his face worriedly, making a few lingering strips of dead skin fall off. How much had Sonya seen? It was dark, but not that dark. She must have seen the grisly scars and the bloodshot eyes. He’d been at his bodily worse, so she likely saw his multiple pupils and rows of fangs. Cursing under his breath, Reaper started hunting for his phone. He needed to apologize, but a soft, high-pitched moan stopped him dead.

He twisted over and saw Sonya sleeping by the edge of the mattress, a small pillow from the couch under her messy black hair and a thin throw covering her upper body. Reaper couldn’t help but smile. Such a beautiful, stubborn, loyal girl he’d made.

Moving as silently as he could, Reaper slid off the mattress and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the shower. He was filthy. Sonya was still asleep when he emerged. It was pretty early. He had time to make breakfast – she deserved at least that much. Just as he was topping the pile of eggs with cheese Reaper heard a yawn from behind him and the shuffle of sleepy feet.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he grinned.

She laughed, “You love calling me ‘Sunshine’ when you can make a corny joke out of it, don’t you?”

“Well of course,” he said as if it were completely obvious.

Sonya snorted and stood next to him by the warm pan of food. “I guess you’re feeling alright?”

“Not 100%, but infinitely better than yesterday,” he said rubbing her back for a moment, “thanks to you.”

“I’m just happy you’re not dying on me,” she said leaning closer.

Reaper set down the spatula and turned to her, face still uncovered, still exposed, but comfortable. “Thank you for taking care of me, mija. I don’t know how I got by before you.”

She flushed and shrugged. “I do what I can.”

He put a hand on her arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’m so glad I find you,” he mumbled, holding her close just a second longer than he needed to.

“I’m glad you found me, too.” Sonya roped her arm into his and rested her head on his shoulder as he finished cooking. They stayed in his apartment for a while longer, hiding from the rest of Talon, taking the time to enjoy being together.

“By the way,” she said on her way out, “your face isn’t that fucked up.”

He shook his head with a smile and rolled his eyes, “Gee thanks.”

“All I mean is that I’m not scared of you,” she said smacking his arm, “so if you don’t want to wear that mask on our next movie night, that’s fine by me. To be honest, I sorta liked seeing you like this. I finally know where I got these proud cheekbones from.”

He grinned and put his hands on either side of her face. “Yup, that’s all me. And you’re welcome for them, mi rayito de sol.”

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