#praying this isnt so ooc it hurts

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Like We’ll Never Have Sex

i’ve been sitting on this fic for a few days and im finally posting it…. they make me insane. im praying farah isnt ooc but she might be 😔 anyway fic under the cut

CW for very vague mentions of past sexual assault, farah has Been Through Some Stuff

“Alex,” Farah whispered. The lump beside her on the bed shifted.

“Hm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” Alex said, even though Farah clearly did. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to face her.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t sleep. I feel like something is wrong,” Farah sighed. Alex smiled like a man entrusted with a secret.

“You always feel like something is wrong, ya ‘amar.” Alex held his arms open and Farah shuffled into his embrace. She shivered at the ticklish sensation of Alex’s mustachioed lips pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

“You can relax sometimes, y’know,” Alex mumbled, lips still glued to her skin.

Farah sighed, a bone-tired, heavy sigh, and slipped her hand into one of Alex’s to tangle their fingers together.

“You know I cannot,” Farah whispered, voice quivering with exhaustion, “There is always something that needs to be done.”

“‘S there somethin’ that needs to be done right now?”

“I am sure there is. I just- I just don’t know what.” Farah curled into Alex’s warmth and let him hold her close. Tightly, to make her feel safe, comforted, but not tight enough to make her feel trapped.

“What you don’t know can’t hurt you, my love. Right now, the only thing you need to do is sleep. You’re exhausted. I can see it in your eyes, and it kills me inside.” Alex pressed soft kisses against Farah’s head, trailing down her neck until he reached the collar of her sleep shirt (which was really one of Alex’s shirts, an old band tee with a coffee stain that Farah liked to steal).

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Alex sighed, “What do you need from me? Is there something I can do to help?”

“I don’t want to make you do anything for me,” Farah said, twisting around in Alex’s arms to look up at him. Alex pressed their foreheads together and one of his hands snaked up into Farah’s dark hair.

“Nothing you could ever ask of me would be too much,” Alex assured her, his calloused hands gentle as they cupped her face, “I would do anything for you.”

Farah sighed and hid her face in Alex’s chest.

“Just- stay here with me. That is all I want from you right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

———

Farah still couldn’t sleep. Alex could tell- her restless shifting jostled him awake many times, and he was starting to lose sleep as well. He did as she told him, stayed by her side and held her close, but it clearly wasn’t working.

“Farah,” he said softly, nose still buried in Farah’s hair, “You need to sleep, honey.”

“I know.”

“Can we try something?”

Farah was silent for a moment, and Alex had almost begun to hope she had actually fallen asleep when she spoke.

“Sure,” Farah sighed. She sounded defeated, almost.

“Could you take your shirt off for me? Or lift it up?” Alex realized too late how his request came across when he felt Farah tense up against his chest. He could practically feel his heart crumble in his chest when she ever-so-subtly shifted away from him.

“Alex, you- you know I do not want to… do that kind of thing. Not now, anyway,” Farah whispered, and Alex suddenly wanted to cry because she sounded ashamed. The look on her face broke his heart once again, apologetic and embarrassed, but most heart-shatteringly, afraid.

“No, no, God, no, that’s not what I meant. Farah, I know you don’t want to have sex. I’ve told you that I’m okay with that. We could never have sex, and I’d be okay with that. If I ever try to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to have sex with me, I give you my full permission to shoot me on the spot.” Alex looked down at Farah and watched her dark, tired eyes dart over his face. After a moment, she finally spoke.

“…I know. I’m sorry. I know you would not do that.”

“God, baby, don’t apologize to me. I’m the one that should be sorry- I made you uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was rub your back, it’s what my mom did for me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid,” Alex explained. He felt sick with regret, his stomach churning at the very concept that Farah, the love of his life, the woman he blew himself up for, might ever be afraid of him. He watched her tense shoulders relax just a little. “Farah, have you- have I ever made you feel pressured to have sex with me? Or to do anything you don’t want to do?”

“No! No, never you. I have just… You know what I have been through. What I have seen.” Farah sucked in a shaky breath. “I know you. I know you would not hurt me that way. But sometimes I still feel their hands on me, like- like stains on my body. They did not like that I fought back. They found different ways to put me in my place.” Her voice cracked and wavered.

Alex waited. Waited for her to gather her thoughts, waited for her to do whatever she needed. He waited while she cried. He held her as closely as he could as she cried and sniffled and unintentionally used his shirt as a tissue.

He rarely saw her cry, and never like this. She had shed a few controlled, carefully contained tears over the death of her brother, though her quivering bottom lip had given her away. Alex had seen the way her eyes watered when she saw him again after his ‘death.’ But he had never seen her cry like this. It was unexpected, to see Farah so painfully human.

She had spent years rebuilding her flesh and bone into steel and brick and mortar for the sake of her people, and Alex felt as though he had accidentally swung a wrecking ball through her chest.

“Sorry,” Farah whispered, barely audible against Alex’s chest.

“Don’t be. I’m so sorry you went through that, my love. I don’t really know what to say, to be honest.” Alex stared at the top of Farah’s head. He wished he could know what was going on inside.

“You are here. That is good enough.” Farah sniffled and pulled away, only to be met with the mess of snot and tears she had left on Alex’s shirt. “Your shirt-“

“-Is just a shirt. I’ll live. I blew myself up for you, baby. A little snot is nothing,” Alex chuckled. Farah let out a little huff that could have been a laugh. “Here,” Alex said, nudging Farah’s shoulder, “Turn over? You can keep your shirt on if you want. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Farah considered for a moment, before slowly, hesitantly, turning her back to Alex. As he traced his eyes over the slim yet muscled planes of Farah’s back, he felt as though he was struck with the sudden realization of Farah’s trust in him. This woman, who had been through so much, been hurt by so many people, and hardened herself into a stern, sharp-edged commander, was baring the most vulnerable part of herself to him, trusting him to give and not take. Trusting him to put his hands on her and only go as far as she wanted him to. He felt her shiver when he laid his hands on the base of her neck, and on instinct, pulled away like her skin was on fire.

“You alright?”

“I am not made of glass, Alex. You kissed me in that same place just hours ago.”

Alex breathed out a little chuckle and moved his hands back to Farah’s shoulders. Slowly, slowly, he traced the dimples of her shoulder blades and ran his fingers down her spine. His thumbs pressed just so into those little knots of tension, not enough to hurt, but enough to loosen Farah’s board-straight posture.

His touch was warm against Farah’s back, and she found herself melting like butter into the mattress. She hummed, content, as Alex gently worked out some of the tension in her shoulders.

Even once Farah’s shoulders no longer strained with the evidence of holding the weight of the world, Alex didn’t stop. He rubbed circles over her trapezius and kissed along her spine, traced patterns onto her back. He felt her breathing even out under his palms. Finally, she was asleep. Before he pulled her back to his chest, he took just a moment to trace a few words onto her back; “I love you” he wrote, buried his nose into her hair, and promptly joined her in sleep.

[cocogrrrl]

can you write a fic of kyle taking care of a s/o with a cold. also love your writing so much!

- anon

sick days

when you tell your boyfriend, kyle, to not help your and your flu out, he happily disregards that.

kyle broflovski x gn!reader (references the wingmen, but isnt important overall i was just feeling silly) cws: being sick, being naked in a non sexual context, implied over working and hyper independence i think ?, also i think kyles become ooc at the end :( wc: 1954

an: not my proudest work but i mixed in a bunch of personal experience so it has heart definitely (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

You coddled up in your apartment, all weak and sickly. What you thought was just a light sneeze turned about to be so much worse.

It all started about the other day, Sunday night. You found your nose stuffy before you went to bed, but you didn’t much mind it. You were certain that it was just some glitch your body was having and, after some rest, you’d be alright.

How funny of you to think of that—because you didn’t end up feeling better the next day. In fact, you only got worse.

You still went to work despite your condition, for as much as you despised going to work, it still was important to you in spite of everything. I mean, it’s you are the only one who controls the future, and not going to work might mess up the rest of your life. While it is somewhat unrealistic and even negative to think of your work and life that way, it gets the job done.

Unfortunately for you, you only started to get worse that very day. Not only was your nose wholly blocked, but your body felt weaker, and your head hurt like hell.

“YN, are you okay?” Your best friend, Wendy asked.

You two were out on a dinner date. She was a mutual friend of yours and your boyfriend, Kyle. You met her during college, and she accidentally set you two up while on a date with her boyfriend (and Kyle’s best friend), Stan.

She had a very worried look on her face. “You’re all pale and stuff.” 

“I’m fine,” you sighed, words nasal because of your cold.

“Are you sure? I think I have some antihistamines. It’ll help you feel better.” She pouted, rubbing circles into your back. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

You prayed to whatever god there was that you’d get better, but it seemed like they had other plans because if they wanted to help you, you definitely wouldn’t be lying in your bed right now—barely able to stand up because of your spinning head.

Now, it was the day after your dinner with Wendy. You were rotting in your bed at 9 AM. There was no way you were going to show up at work at this point, so you called in sick leave.

Despite your state, you luckily were able to reheat some food, so you could eat something, anything, and drink some decongestants and paracetamol to help your nose, head, and sores clear up.

The medicine will kick in later, though. For now, you had to deal with the congested feeling all the way from your chest to your head and the burning pain in your body. You swore the world shook for the time you were sick. You were slumped over your bed, body sore and unable to move more. The worst part about all this is that you couldn’t even sleep through your suffering. 

You sighed, checking your phone to distract yourself for now. Something had caught you off guard, though—a few messages from Kyle. 

boyfie kyle heyy are you okay?? i haven’t heard from you since yesterday

You felt guilty all of a sudden. You hadn’t seen him at all since you last hung out with him at his place last week. You haven’t told him you were sick, and you two planned to go out tomorrow. How could you be so forgetful?

You i could be doing better i’m pretty sure the cold i had the other day just mutated into the flu 😟

boyfie kyle wait i think stan mentioned that wendy told him she was worried about you being sick yesterday oh my god i’m so sorry

You huh why?

boyfie kyle i didn’t know you were sick so i couldn’t come and help you :(

You kylee it’s not your fault :<< i didnt really have the opportunity to tell you both of us were busy the past few days besides, i dont want you coming here to take care of me !! you might get sick as well i don’t want you to get sick and miss out on work :(

boyfie kyle wahhhh thank you lovee but that’s not stopping me 😇

You kyle nO you’re smarter than that >:///

You don’t receive a reply, even minutes after you sent your message. You assumed that he probably went back to paying attention to his work—which is what he should’ve been doing rather than worrying about you. Despite that, you were worried that he’d come later to take care of you.

It’s not like you didn’t want him to come. You really, really did. It’s just that you didn’t want to get him infected or overwhelmed with the task of taking care of you. Sure, you two have been together for some time now, about a little over a year, but you did still feel like you shouldn’t burden as wonderful as him. That would be selfish.

And then eventually, though, to your delight, you dozed off sooner than you thought.

————— ୨୧ —————

You ended up waking up to the tune of your door being knocked on. You checked the time. It was around 6 PM. Seemed like you slept the whole day. Not your best, but perhaps needed. Who was it at your door? You didn’t order anything in particular. Perhaps it was just someone who had the wrong address, or maybe your neighbor finally decided to return your mop.

Whoever it was, you put a mask on and shuffled all the way from your room to the door. Lo and behold, it was Kyle. He had a basket containing, what you could only assume, medicine, cooling and heating pads, tissues, and groceries.

You raised a brow at him, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with Kyle, you really didn’t want to be responsible for giving Kyle the flu and missing out on work.

You let out a huff. “Kyle, I told you to no-”

“I know, I know. You told me not to come, but I can’t just leave you alone.” He sighed, holding out the basket for you. “I’ll be alright, even if I get sick as well—cause then you can take care of me.” He snickered.

You found yourself laughing alongside him, lightly punching him on the arm as you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you busy with work or something?” You asked, opening the door wider for him to enter.

You definitely tried playing it cool, not seeming desperate for him, but you knew you wanted him. You knew you wanted him right beside you to comfort you and whatnot.

“I mean, I kind of always am, but I’m more than willing to make time for you.” he chuckled. “Now, do you think you can set the table? I’ll cook dinner.” He said, setting down the groceries he brought on the countertop.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Totally.” You smiled, quickly bringing out some utensils and plates and then setting them on your table. “Do you need help with anything else?”

“Go set some background noise, then take a seat. I’ll handle the food.” He hummed.

It seems like he knew you a bit too well. He knew how obsessed you were with being occupied, how you always busied yourself up to make yourself believe you were productive. Even something as menial as setting music has you all happy to be able to do something than lie around. Perhaps it was best you were knocked out the whole day since you definitely would’ve spent the day loathing yourself for missing out on your job had you been awake.

You nodded and grabbed a CD of an album you two loved, slotting it in the player and hitting play. You took a seat by the table after, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself.

“Have you seen a doctor yet?” He asked, heating up a pot you had lying around as he threw in some herbs.

“Not yet. I was asleep from, like, 12 PM until you were knocking at the door.”

“Oh, well, do you want me to bring you tomorrow? I’m pretty sure I can get off work early tomorrow since I don’t have much to do.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I can do it myself.”

“Alright. I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Most likely the same time.”

“Huh, you miss me that much, then?” You teased, raising a brow—though he wouldn’t see it since his back was turned to you as he readied the food.

However, he suddenly turned to face you with a smug grin on his face. “Clearly, you don’t know me; I miss you all the time.”

You felt your heart rise at his comment. You shook it off, continuing the conversation with him. 

You two stirred idle discussion, not pegging many interesting things. Interesting wasn’t important to either of you two, though. You two felt happy and warm that mundane things, like small talk and washing the dishes, could and often did become special moments for you.

Dinner was served, and conversations were made as music played in the back. Other than the freshly cooked soup he gave you, another warm feeling started to boil up inside you.

Gratefulness, it was. You were grateful that Kyle was happy to take care of you. You were grateful because he sacrificed his work and time, a part of himself for you. Although, it’s understandable why you believed you would’ve been perfectly fine being left to your own devices. You were grateful for the fact that he tried at all. Call you the bare minimum, but you were just lucky to have him at all.

Kyle ended up clearing the table and dishes, but he did instruct you to run a bath—he was going to help you wash up. You felt a little guilty that he was doing so much for you, even if he was doing it out of love. You brushed it aside, though. This was something he wanted to do. You’re not responsible for it.

You stripped down naked, hopping into the tub. If you had to be honest, you felt embarrassed being seen like this. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen you without clothes, far from it, but it felt embarrassing for the reason that you were here because you needed help since your body was still very sore.

“I’m not hopping in with you, by the way,” he joked, rolling up his sleeves as he lathered up your shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. 

“Mhmmmm,” you hummed, indulging yourself in the feeling of his hand gently kneading your scalp.

It’s like time stopped for, when a brief moment, your soaped-up self met eyes with Kyle. Eyes lingered on each other, both confessing how deeply enamored they were with each other—showing how desperately they wanted to hold each other that moment.

Kyle leaned in for a split second, wiping off the shampoo on your forehead before planting a kiss on it. You were quick to stop him from going any further, though, moving your body away from him.

“You might get sick!”

“It’s okay if I get sick! Let me kiss youuu.” He whined, voice throaty as he gently pulled you closer by the chin. To which you shifted your body further away from him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you giggled. “I care if you get sick, so no.”

“YN, at this rate, I probably have the flu in my system already.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, let’s still be safe, okay?” You gave him a smile, grabbing your showerhead to rinse your hair now.

“I guess you’re right.” He rolled his eyes, giggling at you as he helped you wash up.

[al6nst]

KISS ME, SON OF GOD. tatsumi K

urhh.. silly under read more, hehe :3

CW/SKETCH INFO : smut, semipublic, death of an angel (not actually hehe), noncon, defilement, angel reader, corruption kink, female reader, ooc tatsumi (idk his yknowww uhhh speech pattern or his mannerisms, so this is kinda just hc?), one sided pining, manhandling + slight size kink.

tatsumi kazehaya, the priest at the kazehaya church, obviously, he was amazing. the way he enlightened the audience, even the passerbys, coaxing them to come join. his soft voice when praising the Lord was unbelievable. when you talked to the other churchgoers, you found him catching glances. How odd.

A/N. i am not a religious person, and i was not raised to be a religious person! I've never been to church, so im researching. i apologize if anything is wrong ( layout n other stuff )! also, if this isnt to your liking or what you want feel free to request again!

as renovations started, you came, observing a lot more. donating to the church during hours, and normally during non working hours, and tonight was certainly a mistake. a grave mistake.

you walk through the heavy doors of the quiet, dimly lit church with a basket in your hands. heels clicking against the tile floor as you strut in between the aisle and rows of seats, the feeling of the moonlight covering your face as if it were a veil— slowly being drowned out by the dancing trees. the quiet of your surroundings was as peaceful as the ocean. You place the basket filled with supplies on the pulpit, staring out of the stained glass until your eyes wandered over to the tiny confession booths. tatsumis voice breaks the silence, startling you. "Ah, miss yn! what brings you here?" Your head whips torwards him, following his wandering gaze. you clear your throat and scratch your cheek awkwardly, "im just.. visiting, kazehaya. " You smile sheepishly, the air around you two slowly souring. "i should leave, shouldn't i?"

tatsumi shakes his head and laughs to himself.

he actually laughs to himself, walking torwards you with muddled intent. "Before you leave.. can i show you something?" You nod, raising your eyebrows. "Hmm. just follow me," tatsumi ushers you to an even quieter room, whispering nothings into the air. he opens the door only for you to find a semi empty room with a cross hanging on the opposite wall and two ceiling tall shelves filled with bibles, a few.. rulers, i shall say, and a candle. the creaking of the wooden floor snap you out of your daze, and your eyes widen right before he pushes you into the room, closing it behind him. his mouth is parted, and his pupils are blown, tatsumi gulps, reaching for your hands. "it was.. an accident." he lies through his teeth, and you grit yours, brushing your skirt off. "Hum, alright." Your voice is quiet with a hint of malice. how ungraceful for an angel, you thought to yourself. his body blocks the door, and you squint at him, adjusting your sight in the dark room. "Ah.. can you move, please?" You ask sheepishly, confused until he embraces you, slowly unbuttoning your dress. "kazehaya..! That's not right..." Again, you ask until your dress is off your your shoulders. you push him away with fail, unable to leave his arms. hes silent when spinning you around to look at your back speaking up only to comment on your appearance. "Such small wings.. i thought they would be bigger. " he smiles into your ear, fondling your breasts softly.

"hn.. this isn't right doing this out of wedlock, tatsumi.." You mumble, squirming in his arms uncomfortably. he whispers under his breath, praying before he pushes you to the ground, not using much force. "Are you suggesting we get married?" he sounds estatic. You suck your teeth, and you feel sick.— your wings flap wildly. "and these wings.. does it hurt when they're pulled, miss?" he asks, running his soft hands over them. you flinch pretty hard, crawling away from him and pulling your dress back up. and your voice shakes through your attempt at sounding assertive. "i won't answer that.. is this all you wanted?" Panic courses through your veins, and you pray. "If you let me leave.. i won't say anything." he hums, walking torwards you again. "i like you." the sound of his footsteps stopping right behind you felt gross

he repeats himself, "i like you, yn," and he does it again, "i really like you." tatsumi opens his mouth, and you interrupt him with a brisk 'stop', turning your head away as you feel his chin on your shoulder. "I'll be your first, won't i?." he breathes into the crook of your neck as you try to shrug him off. it's no use, and your knees ache; he takes no time having the both of you stand. Tatsumis arm hugs your torso, and he lifts your skirt above your butt with his unoccupied hand. "I'll be your last, too." he continues with a breathy and exasperated tone, "I'll make you mine.. I'll ruin you for anybody else, i promise. " You whimper, unable to fight back with your arms pinned, and even if they weren't, you couldn't hurt him, how unfair, how cruel. "i.. tatsumi" being unable to tell what you were pleading for was embarrassing. you sigh in defeat at the feeling of his hand fumbling with his sleep shorts, pulling them down to his knees.

was this really going to happen? an angel being defiled by a preist was a rare sight. a man of god, about to have sex with his lords disciple.

you weep, "dont take my innocence.. anything but that, oh lord. im sorry" muttering under your breath, he swipes his cock over your folds, tainting you. you begin to lose control of yourself as he pushes his member inside of your cunt, his gasps of pleasure drowned out by your cries. "agh.. it hurts! that hurts, hngh.. " he squeezes your torso tighter, the other hand coming to your lips . you've never thought of anything like this, so why does this happen to you? "You feel so nice, my angel.." Sweat drips down your temples, and you moan. it's quiet and drawn out. "No.. uuh," he lifts your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with the cross. tatsumis hips rock into yours unceremoniously, his lips come in contact with your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. "tatsumi.. hngh.. take it out–" With wide eyes, you keep contact with the sacred item— it feels horrible, you feel horrible. you can feel yourself fall, having everything you've wanted taken from you.

now he's holding your hand, so gently. "My beautiful angel, my wife.." tatsumi kisses you, it's.. lovely, to say the least, tears run down your face in discomfort. "Ah.. it hurts, please!" You yelp, your legs beginning to shake, and you tighten around him. he grunts, grinding his hips into yours. "Let it go, just like that. " his sweet voice coaxing you into your orgasm was uncomfortable, the man you once saw as innocent, someone who could never do this. and hes calling you his wife as you cum, youre squirting all over his cock. you squeak, begging for him to stop moving, for something. "nn..." He's so caring.. it feels wonderful. your eyes are hazy and drooping, tears continuing to flow from them. tatsumis thrusting becomes more of him chasing his release. "No.. not inside." You sniffle, feeling restless. he leaves kisses on your neck, moaning into your skin, "I'll make you my wife.. you'll have my babies. " his hands migrate to your hips, no longer holding you up. the sickening sound of skin against sound was now covered by mixed moans of pleasure and pain. you can feel the warmth of his cum settling inside you before he pulls out, leaving you to think. "i love you, yn." he stands there as you begin to fall, your wings being dyed a murky color right before his eyes. and he smiles. "Now you'll be with me forever, right?"

as he leaves, the silence is comforting. like a hug after a devastating situation. its cold.

idk how i feel about this one, but its finished! i was gonna use cannibalism as a metaphor but my mommy said no 🙁🙁😒 ( i asked her while she drove us to a party) butt. this kinda makes me sad

[xnchxntmxnt]

hi hello hey there lol, i’ll take a matchup please!! :>

fandom: genshin

gender: doesn’t matter to me! :D

what i’m wearing!

about me!

i’m not usually very talkative when surrounded by new people. i’m an introvert until i find someone i like and can be comfortable with, at which point i can pitch in to a conversation as long as the person i’m comfortable with is there too. i’m also not leaving their side :)

good talking points? uh.. i’m best at goofing around and taking absolutely nothing seriously! and i can flirt. that’s about it LMAO

also i can’t dance for the life of me. it doesn’t matter what kinda dance we’re talking, i can’t dance 🥲 i gravitate toward food and corners

ANYWAY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CONGRATS ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY!!! your page is so pretty with the anniversary event 💖💖

THE JEWELRY. THE OUTFIT. THE SHOES BABE YOU LOOK STUNNING. INCREDIBLE. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS I JUST— ur gonna be turning heads ok

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡... 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐈

her dress

now the fun part

ok look

she probably tagged along w a friend (probably yae) that insisted she needed to get out a little more

yknow have some fun! do something interesting! stop holing up and being a workaholic!!

well she didn't like being called a workaholic but came along anyway

you ended up sitting at the same table without really meaning to

you didn't really know a lot of people there and sorry to say but im bouncing in and out of conversations everywhere so you were kinda stuck by yourself for a while

and there was a really pretty girl next to you

well shit

*gay panic alarms going off everywhere*

luckily for you on the other side of her there was her babysitter/extrovert friend who knew how to talk to people

she kept the conversation going to the most part

but when someone asked her to dance she took the chance

so now you're sitting by yourself. with the pretty girl (whose name you learned was ei not too long ago)

i would yell @ u so fast if i saw you on ur phone instead of talking to ei

u probably don't even have pockets in that fit

put ur phone away talk to her

yeah but lucky for you she started talking first

more just trying to cut the awkward silence

and also trying to play off the silent conversation she just had through looks she had with yae

"do NOT leave me alone w them yae" "TALK TO THEM" "THEYRE PRETTY DONT LEAVE ME" "you love me"

basically how that conversation went

but she did say something first

"your jewelry is really pretty"

first compliment she could come up w

of course this gives you an opportunity to talk about it and if ur anything like me you'd probably go through a quick run-through of all ur jewelry

you show her your rings last and when u hold ur hand out she just kinda. gently takes it to look at the ring a little closer

but at the same time then ur both like "oh shit oh shit shit shit shit shit—" internally

she thinks ur hands r soft

you probably stay there for a little longer than what would be considered "normal" but its bc ur both frozen

the one time im not helping people get together is rn im so sorry

not that its intentional but i come over to make u come dance w me for a song

no i don't care if you're uncoordinated dancing is fun come join me, fucker (affectionate)

but i'd introduce myself to ei and say hi before dragging ur ass away

unfortunately you don't see very much of her for the rest of the night

until everyone's getting around to leave

she actually waited outside waiting to see you so that she could say thank you for talking to her that night bc she was worried she was going to be very alone if yae ditched her

she also wanted to give you her number

score for you

+ you probably got a cheek kiss out of it she ran away right after but it still happened

[islandofsages]

holy ground.

summary: in which you two rest together.

characters: jean x gn!reader

tags: jean is Mentally Ill and so are you, hurt/comfort, drabble format thingy

warnings: implied suicidal thoughts? like wanting to disappear and stuff. mentions of spain but the s is silent. jean’s and reader’s relationship isnt specified, it could be anything you want it to be :) ooc jean maybe. idk i just wanted to write jean

author's notes: i am not doing well mentally. so obviously i project it onto a character lolz this is more on the shorter side but i hope you like it anyway. is the title a taylor swift reference? maybe. no this is not a songfic i swear

word count: 0.5k

It’s a particularly windy day today. You feel the fabric of your clothing swish and slap against your skin violently but you pay no mind to it; hell, if the wind were to blow you away to some foreign land, akin to the migration of dandelions upon their fated winds, you wouldn’t mind. If you could simply vanish…that would be nice.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

You hear a familiar voice call out to you, that voice that always brought you comfort and built you a home no matter where you are - Jean’s voice. Not the Acting Grand Master, not Master Jean. Just Jean. As much as you wanted your alone time, her voice is too inviting. Too tempting. You try not to respond but you eventually give in. As you always do.

“Oh, Jean…”

You say but it’s barely above a whisper. Your pain has such a hold on you, as if it’s physically constricting your vocal chords, your throat, your words. Breathing was painful enough, yet here you are, attempting to go beyond that. But you’re always willing to do so for her - you hate letting her down and Archons know how much you will if you spill your whole heart out to her.

She sits down next to you and doesn’t say anything else. You knew; you knew that this tree is where she goes whenever she needs to find her inner peace. Yet you went there anyway, knowing there’s a huge chance of her seeing you there, seeing you so vulnerable. But you can’t help it - that tree holds so many precious memories of you two together. You wanted to cling onto a little bit of joy and hope.

“It hurts.”

You meekly begin to speak. The look in her eyes when you muster up the strength to turn to her tells you that she’s concerned. Maybe even more than that. You can’t handle it. You turn to look back at your feet solemnly. You wait for her to say something. Or for her to start examining your body for physical injuries. Whatever she thinks is appropriate when someone says ‘it hurts’.

Instead, she just puts her hand on yours. You hesitate at first, but then you clench her hand tight. So tight, as if your life depends on it. And in a way, it does feel like that. You’re holding onto your only source of light and comfort; tears spill onto your clothes. You bury your head into the nook of her neck, feeling guilty for wetting it with your ugly tears. But she doesn’t mind, no, not in the least. She simply strokes your back, encouraging you to let it all out.

“I know.”

She responds and you wrap your arms around her. She reciprocates and buries her own head in your shoulder. Sooner or later, you could feel your shoulder feel damp too. So there you two are, two tired souls, intertwined underneath that tree in which feels not only homey, but also holy. But not because of that statue, but rather you two have taken residence in each other’s souls and are praying to and for each other.

Just like how dandelion seeds spread far and wide, seeking refuge in holy grounds.