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le-velo-pour-dru · 1 year ago
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*Girl who hit post limit at 2 pm earlier today voice* Hi guys :0
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starm0onlight · 20 days ago
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hello ms ma'am kaede !! 💗i hope you've been well. bubble anon here, i just want to say that i absolutely ADORE your layout and your work! may i request, a telemachus x reader angst, where basically they broke up bc lost interest but not feelings for each other, and neither of them wants to reach out but would love to try again? thank uuu <3
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stitches wounds!
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₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: Telemachus x reader
₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: im not every good at writing angst but i hope i did well!! also yes i said I'll post it tomorrow but i got excited and finished it.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: none
₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: angst, neglecting, break up, hurt/comfort, crying, apology, Athena and Penelope pushing Telemachus to fix things, happy ending.
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🐺- you don't know how everything happened until it did, until it's too late to fix.
🪶- suddenly everything change, you start spending less time together, start talking less to each other, and sometimes not even spending any time with each other.
🐺- and then you two start to argue about the stupidest thing ever and for no reason. you thought it's all was because of the suitors and everything stressing him out, that he was just nervous about everything in the palace.
🪶- but even after his father came back and the suitors were gone, nothing changes, it becomes worse. not even good morning or good night. you barely see his face.
🐺- that when you decide to talk to him about it, that you couldn't be treated like this anymore. and that's when everything fall apart, you two decide to break up and everyone could go to their own path.
🪶- as heart broken as you were you thought it was for the better, that like this you won't feel neglected or ignored that's you'll find someone to actually love. but words were easier than action.
🐺- no matter how much you tired you couldn't forget him, everything seem to remind you of him, even the smallest thing seem to connect to him. but you ignore it, saying it'll all go away, but it never did.
🪶- on Telemachus side things weren't as easy too, he was suffering from his mistake, not only from himself but also his family.
🐺- his mom liked you so much and was devastated when she saw you leave and Telemachus tell her about your break up, she try to talk to him about it. but Telemachus was stubborn.
🪶- he didn't wanna admit his mistake, didn't wanna admit that he lost the only person that ever loved him and cared for him, didn't wanna dmit that he made a mistake her regret so deep but can't fix.
🐺- even athena notice it, how sad and shallow he look, like he just lost his core, his hope. he can't admit it through words but his actions never missed anyone eyes.
"you need to go and talk to her" said athena as she looked down at Telemachus who was laying in his bed, he was tired, not physically but emotionally.
"I'm fine, i don't need to talk to her, she's probably forget about me by now." he said as he rolled in his bed as if he was searching for something, maybe for the presence of his lover. for her warmth in his cold bed.
"look at yourself, you're miserable Telemachus even I can't stand and watch you do this to yourself. you still love her, you're just too stubborn to face it."
her words were true, even Telemachus knew it. but what could he do about it? he already missed up once, he doesn't wanna do it again.
"it's already too late now, it's been weeks. i don't even think she wants to see my face anymore" he said as he sighs deeply burying his face in the soft sheets.
"too late better than never, and there might be still a chance to fix everything. so before it's too late make up your mind." said athena before she turned into her owl form flying out of Telemachus room and away from the palace.
Telemachus just let her words sink in, is there really time to fix things? what if he makes things worse. what if he can't fix anything. what if you already moved on to another person?
after a while of thinking he made up his mind. he's going to take yoy back, he doesn't care if there's already someone else, ge won't let anyone take you from him.
he stands up on his feet and decided to do something about it. he might fuck up but he'll try, for you. for his undying love for you.
🪶- after his talk with athena Telemachus quick went to his mother room, asking her for her advice about what he should do to win your forgiveness.
🐺- Penelope was more than happy to see her son finally come back to his sense and take back what was the best thing in his life. you.
🪶- she tells him about stuff he should do and should say, that he doesn't need a script that his words most be true coming straight from his heart.
🐺- after that Telemachus was more excited now to go and try to fix things, maybe you guys could go back to what you were, before his stupidity ruin everything good hime has.
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you were laying down in your bed as tears stormed down your face. no matter how much you try to convince yourself it won't work. you still love him, you still crave him but something inside you forbids you for doing anything about it except crying and asking yourself if there was a way everything could be fixed.
suddenly you heard a knock on your door, it was surprising since no one ever came to visit you. you just stop crying for a little before sighing deeply.
you get out of bed as you fix your clothes and whip your tears making sure they're invisible to whoever comes to see you. you look at the mirror one last time before going to answer the door.
as you opened the door you suddenly were hit by the view of Telemachus sitting on one knee with flowers in his hands, you were too shocked to even make a reaction.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry i was an idiot and ruined everything, I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen, i was way too stubborn to see anything or to realized I've ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. i don't deserve your forgiveness, not after what I've done, but please im just asking for another chance, i promise I'll do anything for you. i won't be that idiot and loss you again."
he said way too quickly for you to process, you couldn't even believe the view. Telemachus is here, after all these weeks he came to apologize? something in you tells you to shut the door in his face, but something else tells you to forgive him.
Telemachus had his eyes to the ground all the time, he didn't dare to look at you in the eyes, he couldn't. not after everything he's done.
he only lifted his head when he gears the sounds on your soft crying, his head quickly shot up as he saw you, the love of his love crying as her eyes become red and buffy.
"hey hey.. please don't cry please. i was an idiot and I don't deserve your love but please don't cry.." he said as he quickly stood up putting the flowers aside as his hands went to hold your face, whipping your tears slowly.
"you idiot, you dumb asshole, after all these weeks you came now!" you said almost angrily but you made no move to push him away, matter of fact you got closer leaning more into his touch.
"i know i know, i deserve everything you say about me. i was stubborn and let my pride take the better of me, but i couldn't just stand and see the love of my life slipping through my fingers" he said before trapping you into his arms in warm embrace. the warmth you missed.
"i know I'm late but I'm back now, and I'm asking for another chance to fix everything I've ruined, to build something new with you, are you willing to give me it?" he said as he pulled back enough to look into your eyes.
he has a soft smile on his face and his eyes were full of love and care, then you see him again. the man you fall in love with, the man you swear your life to.
"of course i will you fucking idiot, i could never love anyone but you" you said as you pull him back in your arms, holding him tightly as if he would disappear if you let go. he hold you in just as tight.
"i love you too and don't worry, i promise i won't do it again, athena and my mom would have my head if i did it again" he said sarcastically but he meant every word.
you were happier than ever, maybe the gods decided to give your love another chance and you'd make sure not to miss it up like last time. oh you wouldn't let him go, not again, not ever.
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no-goodbyes-no-regrets · 6 months ago
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I am a slut for Hurt/comfort first “I love you” 🥺🫶🏼
Hope you’re having a fantastic day 🥰
Sorry this took FOREVER, but I hope you like it!
(I’ll post on AO3 after I've had some sleep)
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"You could always come along. Half naked men are relevant to your interests these days." Eddie teased and Buck rolled his eyes.
"There is only one man I'm interested in, and I prefer him completely naked." he grinned at Tommy who leaned over the table to kiss him.
"Likewise."
"Can someone please remind me why I'm friends with you two again?" Eddie complained.
The three of them were sat at Buck's kitchen table, grabbing a bite to eat together before Eddie and Tommy were going to another fight in Vegas.
"I saved your life." Buck reminded him around a bite of food.
"I've saved your life." Eddie shot back.
"Free babysitting."
"Well with Chris still in El Paso, I don't think I'm going to be asking for your services in that department any time soon. If ever again..."
"Chris will come around." Tommy started sincerely, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "And I get you free tickets to fights and free helicopter flights to exclusive fights in Vegas and back. Which you could be more grateful for."
"I'm beginning to wonder if that means getting all the details on your sex life is really worth it."
"Hey, you don't have to come. I can always go with Evan and get my buddy to set us up with a nice hotel room on the strip." Tommy said turning to Buck. "The two of us, a king size bed, maybe a jacuzzi... Not leaving the room for an entire weekend..."
"And then you'll complain about about having missed the fight of the century when we get back." Buck reminded him but happily let Tommy kiss him.
"There will be other fights. A weekend in Vegas with you sounds pretty good. We could hit up the casinos. I'm pretty good at poker."
"I beat you the other day." Buck smirked.
"That was intentional." Tommy said with a wink.
"Why would you let him win?" Eddie asked, downing the last of his beer. "Why would you play with him in the first place? Mister over competitive."
"Hey!" Buck protested while Tommy just shrugged.
"I had my reasons."
Eddie narrowed his eyes.
"This is another sex thing, isn't it?" he held up his hands. "No, don't answer that. I don't want to know."
Tommy laughed and finished the last of his food.
"We should get going soon. We need to still drive over to Harbor from here."
Eddie nodded.
"But no more details about your sex life or you can go alone."
"Noted." Tommy said, getting up and putting their dirty dishes in the sink. "Don't bother with those ok? We can do them together tomorrow." he told Buck.
"Sure. You coming back here after then?"
Tommy smiled.
"If you want me to."
Buck stood up and wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck.
"I want you to. I don't care how late it gets, I want you here. And you better wake me up if I'm asleep."
"I'm not making any promises in that department. But I'll promise I'll be there when you wake up. Deal?"
Buck pretended to think it over.
"I guess I can live with that." he joked and the two of them shared another kiss, getting lost in the moment until Eddie loudly cleared his throat.
"Come on Tomás, we have a flight to catch."
Tommy reluctantly stepped out of Buck's embrace.
"The flight is me." he glanced at his watch. "But yeah we should get going." he shrugged on his jacket, grabbed his phone and keys, and with one more quick kiss and a promise to see Buck later, he followed Eddie out the door.
Buck sighed.
As much as he liked the fact that his boyfriend and best friend got on so well, he wouldn't have exactly hated it to spend his night off with said boyfriend instead of watching TV on his own.
He'd only known Tommy for a couple of months but it was getting harder and harder to remember what his life was like without him in it. He didn't particularly want to either.
Just thinking about Tommy made him smile like a teenager with a crush, but lately he was starting to feel like this thing between them was getting more serious. A deeper connection. Not just sex or romantic dates but also being content to just exist in each other's space.
Like spending the night watching the latest movie Tommy insisted he had to watch or trying out a new recipe with Tommy sitting at his kitchen table, keeping him company and being his guinea pig.
It felt a lot like love.
He was pretty sure Tommy felt the same, even if they hadn't actually said it yet.
He really wanted to though, but he was still waiting for that perfect moment. Maybe he'd tell him when they woke up together in the morning.
He smiled to himself as he scrolled through his DVR to find the documentary on bees he'd recorded earlier that week and got comfortable on the sofa as he hit play.
The documentary was interesting enough but still his mind kept wandering. He tried to remember the names of the guys fighting so he could check the score, when his phone suddenly rang in his hand.
He frowned at the screen, not recognising the number. He debated letting it go to voicemail but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Evan Buckley?"
"Yes, this is Evan Buckley... Who is this?"
"My name is Laura Greenwood, I'm a nurse at Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre, and I'm calling you on behalf of Edmundo Diaz. I have you listed as his emergency contact, is that correct?"
"Yes, yes that is correct. What's going on? Is Eddie in hospital?"
"Mister Diaz has just been brought in following a car accident."
"A what?! Is he ok?"
"His injuries are non life threatening as far as I've been told." the nurse told him in a practised calm voice. "Are you able to come to the hospital?"
"Uh yes, yes I'm on my way." Buck told her, rushing around his loft to grab his stuff and put his shoes on. "Wait... Was there anyone else brought in with him? Is there a Thomas Kinard with him? Was he admitted too?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that sir. When you get here you can go straight to the ER and they'll take you to see mister Diaz. Perhaps he will be able to tell you more about any other passengers involved in the accident."
The drive to the hospital was a blur. Eddie was in a car accident... but he'd been in a car with Tommy. They'd taken his truck. So what did that mean for Tommy? Had someone crashed into them? Was Tommy alright? Was he even still alive?
He all but threw his Jeep in the first available parking space he came across, and only just remembered to take the keys out of the ignition and lock it.
The hospital was outside the 118's jurisdiction, so he wasn't as familiar with it as some of the others in the city, but he found the ER with ease after making himself follow the signs.
"But was there a Thomas Kinard brought in too?" he tried with the nurse who was taking him to see Eddie.
"Are you next of kin?"
"He's my boyfriend."
The nurse nodded.
"And are you his emergency contact as well? Or listed as next of kin anywhere?"
"I... I'm... No... We've only been together a couple of months... we haven't had that conversation yet."
The nurse gave him a sympathetic look and Buck knew what she was about to say.
"I'm very sorry, but I can't give you any information if you're not next of kin."
"Right... yeah... I understand..."
"If you know who his emergency contact is, they can update you... or tell us it's ok to tell you."
"C-can... I know you're not allowed to give me any details but... is he here? Is he alive?" Buck tried. "Please. I just need to know he's alive."
The nurse looked at him for a minute, weighing her options, then started typing on a tablet.
"Kinard? K-I-N-A-R-D?"
"That's right."
"He's here." She confirmed. "He's alive. They're working on him. That's all I can tell you, I'm sorry." She started walking again, and Buck had to jog a few steps to catch up with her when his brain had managed to process the information she'd given him.
The nurse pulled open a curtain around a bed and Eddie looked up from the magazine he was flicking through. He looked a little banged up but mostly in one piece.
"Mister Diaz, there's someone here to see you." she stepped aside and Buck made himself walk up to the bed and greet his best friend.
"What happened?" he asked after the nurse had left them to it.
"We got t-boned by some drunk idiot in an expensive sports car." Eddie told him. "Tommy got the worst of it. Have you seen him yet? I figured he'd be higher on your list of priorities."
Buck bit his lip. He was happy to see his best friend was ok, but he couldn't help but worry about his boyfriend.
"They won't let me see him. I'm not family, I'm not his emergency contact, I'm nothing. They called me because of you... All that nurse told me is that he's alive."
Eddie gave him a sympathetic look.
"Do you know who his emergency contact is? Does he have family in LA? Siblings?"
"He was born in LA. His dad still lives in the house he grew up in... But they hate each other."
"Ok so not his dad then."
Buck shook his head.
"He also has a brother but I don't even know his name." he rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't even know the name of my boyfriend's brother." he said dejected. "What if he dies? I don't know his family, I've only met a few of his work friends at Harbor, and I don't know any of his friends outside of work. Nobody would even let me know when the funeral is. I don't even know if he would want a funeral. I barely know my own boyfriend!"
He was spiralling and well on his way to a panic attack.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Eddie did his best to snap him out of it by squeezing his shoulder and making him look at him. "Tommy is not going to die ok? He's the one that called 911 after the accident. He had a head wound and they had to cut him out of the car because his leg got pinned. But he was bitching about his truck getting ruined and how it would take him ages to get it back in working order so he was definitely conscious when they got him out. "
Buck made himself take a few deep breaths to compose himself. Tommy worrying about his car was good. That meant he was awake and conscious enough to know what was happening.
"What kind of head wound? Was it bad?"
"Not as bad as it could have been." Eddie told him after a beat and Buck knew he was choosing his words carefully so he wouldn't freak him out. A move straight from the LAFD handbook.
"What does that even mean? There was no brain matter on the airbag?"
Eddie rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics.
"The idiot hit Tommy's side pretty hard. Almost flipped us over. We got knocked around the car pretty bad and he hit his head on... something. I don't know, it all happened really fast."
Buck nodded and just about managed to stop himself from shaking Eddie to give him more details.
"I think I passed out for a few minutes... because the next thing I remember is Tommy asking for my phone, well... more like demanding, because he couldn't find his." Eddie continued, scrunching up his face trying to remember more details. "I think he used my phone to call 911... but I don't know what happened to it." He looked around. "They haven't given me my stuff yet."
"I'll go find someone..." Buck moved to stand up but Eddie stopped him.
"The phone can wait. We need to figure out what we're going to do about Tommy."
"What do you mean what we're going to do about Tommy? I'm not family, they won't let me see him."
"I know... but maybe we can figure out a way around that. That nurse from before likes me... maybe if I flirt with her a little she'll tell me what room he's in? Or how he's doing?"
"Just how hard did you hit your head in the crash? I think you have a concussion. That's never going to work."
"Hey, I'm charming and sexy! I'm hot!"
"I've seen you puking up your guts after bad sushi and hungover and praying in Spanish on my bathroom floor after you decided to mix beer and tequila. You are neither charming or sexy."
"Well you try it then! Or maybe one of the male nurses will be easier to persuade."
"I'm not going to flirt with a guy to get info on my boyfriend!" Buck said exasperated and stood up. "I'm just going to calmly talk to the nurses again and explain the situation... maybe they can tell me who his emergency contact is. Maybe it's his brother and I can introduce myself and he can tell me how Tommy is doing."
Eddie mumbled something under his breath but Buck ignored him and went in search for someone who could tell him more about Tommy.
He was almost at the nurses station when he heard a familiar name.
"I'm here for Thomas Kinard. I got a call he was in an accident."
"Are you family?"
"I might as well be." Buck had a clear view of the man now but he didn't recognise him. "I'm his emergency contact. You called me."
"Name?"
"Sal Deluca. Salvatore."
The nurse typed something on her computer.
"He was in a car accident. Suspected fractured pelvis, head laceration, suspected broken ribs and open tibia fracture, as well as suspected ruptured spleen. He's in surgery now." She told the man. "You can take a seat here and someone will come update you when they can."
The man looked like he wanted to argue with the nurse but apparently decided it wasn't worth it and just sat down on a nearby chair and took his phone out of his pocket. He tapped the screen and put the phone up to his ear.
"Hey, it's me." he paused to listen. "No I haven't seen him yet. He's in surgery. Pretty banged up. He's gonna need help when he gets out. We can't let him go back to his place on his own." Another pause. "I don't know, Gina." A slight irritation in his voice. "We'll figure it out when the time comes." another pause and a sigh. "Yeah. I'll call you when I know more. Yeah. Love you too. Bye."
Buck watched him put his phone away and sit back in the chair. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked up to the man.
"Hi... uhm... you don't know me but...-"
"Look, man, let me stop you there. If you're the one that hit my buddy and want to clear your conscience now or something, don't bother, I'm not interested. He'll probably forgive you when he's awake, because he's an idiot like that, but don't come to me with that shit."
"What? No. Tha-that's not... I'm Evan Buckley. Tommy is my boyfriend."
The man sat up.
"You're Evan?"
"Yes... Has Tommy mentioned me?"
"Yeah. Hasn't stopped talking about you for the past few months. I feel like I know you better than my own wife by now."
"Oh... I uh... h-he hasn't told me a-about you..." Buck stammered.
"Of course not." The man rolled his eyes. "We've been friends for over 20 years, he's my both daughters' godfather, but he won't tell his new boyfriend about me." he continued sarcastically. "I guess he just wanted to make sure you're not an asshole like the last idiot he dated. Andrew really fucked him up."
"Y-yeah..." Buck agreed, not wanting to let on he didn't have a clue who Andrew was.
The man stood up and offered Buck his hand.
"I'm Sal. Were you in there with him?"
"No, my best friend was. They were going to Vegas to watch a fight." Buck explained and filled him in on the details.
Sal turned out to be easy enough to talk to once he'd decided Buck was alright, and the two of them talked about Tommy, the job, the 118, and the grudge Sal still held against Bobby.
After some time, a tired looking doctor came to update them on Tommy's condition and a nurse took them up to the floor so they could see him.
"One visitor at a time." she warned them.
"You go first." Buck told Sal who shook his head and pushed him towards the door.
"He's not going to want to see me, trust me. You go sit with him, I'll go update my wife."
Buck wanted to protest but Sal was already walking away and tapping his phone screen. He looked through the little window in the door and saw Tommy, looking way too small and frail for a man his size.
His leg was in a cast and there were various bandages around his head and body. He glanced at the monitor beside the bed and watched the lines move with Tommy's heartbeat before gently opening the door and going in.
He grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and sat down as close to the bed he could get. He watched Tommy's chest rise and fall with each breath and carefully took his hand in his.
"Hey... You scared the shit out of me..." he said softly. "I got the call about Eddie and I jumped in my car right away... And Eddie's fine, he'll be alright... But they wouldn't tell me anything about you. I didn't even know if you were alive." He brought Tommy's hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the knuckles. "When you get out of here, we need to talk." he said and winced at how it sounded. "Not... not like that. I'm not breaking up with you. I just... our jobs are dangerous you know. And next time you get injured on the job... or just... anything happens to you... I want to know what happened. I want to be able to come see you without Eddie thinking he can flirt with a nurse and convince her to let me." He laughed a little. "You know that would never have worked."
The next few hours went by in a blur. Tommy woke up a few times but was way too out of it to have anything resembling a conversation, Sal dipped in and out of the room, and even Eddie had come by to check on Tommy.
The hours turned into days, and the days turned into a week. Tommy's condition had improved enough for him to be moved onto a regular ward and for the dose of the heavy painkillers to be lowered so he was awake for longer periods of time and more aware of what was happening around him.
And also getting more and more annoyed by the fact he couldn't move around as freely as he'd like, practically begging the nurses to get him a pair of crutches even if he was nowhere near well enough for that.
"Hey there sleeping beauty, welcome back to the land of the living. If you wanted to see me that badly, you could have just picked up the phone, you know? You didn't have to crash your car." Sal joked when he walked back into Tommy's room after updating his wife and checking in at work on day 8.
"You know me, always had a flair for the dramatic." Tommy replied and gave him a tired smile. "How are the girls? Evan said you went to call Gina."
"They're fine. Torey wants to come see her uncle T but we talked her down to facetime when you're feeling better."
"Yeah... when these bruises clear up... and the stitches come out. Or can be covered up somehow. I don't want to scare her." Tommy said, gesturing to his head. He was looking a whole lot better than when he'd first been brought in but the bruises were only just starting to fade.
"She's seen you first thing in the morning before you've had your coffee, she can handle a couple of bruises."
Buck sat back and let the two of them talk. He'd gotten to know Sal a little over the past week or so and he liked the guy. Even if he was still kind of intimidated by him.
But it was clear he cared about Tommy and Buck was happy Tommy had a best friend like him. Someone who would drop everything to be there for him. Someone who would always have his back.
Though it was also frustrating that between Sal, the hospital staff, Tommy's crew from Harbor, and various members of the 118, Buck had barely had a moment alone with him.
And he didn't need an audience for what he wanted to tell him.
"I promised Torey I'd take her up to see the lights."
"So save it for her next birthday." Sal argued and Buck realised he'd zoned out and didn't have a clue what they were talking about. "Or wait until she turns 21 and take her to Vegas."
"Oh sure. 'happy birthday sweetheart, you'll get your present in 11 years' I'm sure she'll understand." Tommy said sarcastically and Sal laughed.
"You know she'll remember. And then Bella will want to go too when she turns 21. So you better make sure you get back in that chopper so you can take my girls to Vegas when they're old enough."
Tommy groaned.
"When Isabella is 21, I'll be..." he shook his head. "I don't want to think about that."
Sal sat back in his chair.
"They grow up way too fast." he settled on. "Feels like only yesterday that she couldn't even wrap her little hand all the way around my finger, and now she's talking about inviting boys to her birthday party."
Buck did his best to focus on the conversation, even if he didn't know Sal's family, but he kept zoning out and his eyelids were getting heavy. He hadn't exactly had a good night's sleep at Tommy's bedside, and now the worst seemed to be behind them, the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him.
"Evan." someone squeezed his hand. "Evan, hey, wake up."
"Wha-what?" he blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up straighter. "I'm here, I'm awake. I'm here. Are you ok?" he searched Tommy's face for any sign of discomfort or even pain."
"I'm ok. But you just fell asleep sitting up. Why don't you go home to get some rest. in an actual bed."
Buck frowned.
"I'm not leaving you. I'm fine. I just... closed my eyes for a second. I'm fine now, I promise."
"You sound like my daughter when she doesn't want to go to bed." Sal cut in. "She's 8. And I usually pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed anyway. So don't try me, Buckley."
Tommy laughed a little but then turned serious.
"Evan, you're exhausted. Why don't you call Howie to take you home. Just for a couple of hours." he pleaded. "I've got Sal here to keep me company, and all these wires stuck to me so they can make sure I'm alright... I'm ok now, I promise. It's your turn to rest now."
"I'm fine." Buck insisted. "I'll get a coffee from the machine later. I'm fine."
"Evan..."
"Tommy, I love you, but please stop trying to get me to leave. I'm not leaving until you are." Buck told him, and brushed a kiss over Tommy's knuckles to emphasise his point.
"Ev... I... You... Did you... mean... that...?"
"I'm not leaving you."
"Not that... the... other thing..."
"The other thing?" Buck mumbled and tried to replay the last part of their conversation in his mind. Tommy, I love you. "Oh... t-that... I..."
"It's ok. You don't have to explain. You're exhausted, I get it. It's fine." Tommy rambled.
"No, I... I... did.. do... mean it. I just... didn't... realise?"
"I'm going to... go buy some cigarettes." Sal said and got up, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.
"You don't smoke." Tommy pointed out.
"I'll start." Sal replied and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the two men alone.
"Are you cold? Do you want me to fluff up your pillow? Do you want some water? Do you want me to go so you can sleep?" Buck rambled, fussing with Tommy's blanket.
"Evan... tell me... did you mean it? It's fine if you didn't. I can handle it. Just tell me. It's alright. We're just having fun, right? You didn't sign up for all of this. It's fine. You can just go. I'll call you when I'm better. Maybe we can go to that club you found online the other day. I mean, it's gonna be a while before I can dance again but... -"
"Tommy!" Buck interrupted. "Shut up. Please." he carefully sat down on the bed next to Tommy's hip and put his hand on his uninjured leg. "I did mean it. I just... didn't mean to just blurt it out like that. I wanted to make it romantic. Maybe a candlelit meal at home. Some music playing in the background, maybe a nice glass of wine... and then I'd take your hand..." he paused to do just that. "And I'd look into your eyes. And I'd tell you that these past few months have been amazing, That you have been amazing. That you make me happier than I ever thought I could be." he carefully leaned in to press a kiss to Tommy's lips. "And then I'd tell you I love you. I love you so much. And then in a perfect world, you'd say it back and we'd have the best night of our lives."
Tommy smiled.
"That sounds amazing. And I love you too."
"You do?"
"Yeah. It's kind of scary... I've never felt this way about anyone before... and definitely not this quickly... but yeah, yes I do love you Evan."
Buck leaned in for another kiss.
"I really wish we could do more right now. I wish I could hold you." he gently ran his hand up and down Tommy's good arm.
"I know... Me too."
"When you get out of here, I'm going to cook for you. All of your favourite foods. I even found a recipe for spumoni online and I'm going to make it for you." Buck promised. "It probably won't be as good as your grandma's, though, but I’ll settle for second place." he joked.
"I'm sure I'll love it. Because I love you."
"I love you too." Buck replied. "And I could really get used to hearing you say that."
"Good thing I'm planning on saying it a lot then."
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halaboyz · 1 year ago
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to yours, jongho
ateez busker! jongho x gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 1.8k warnings: injured reader (wheelchair-user and is said, described a few times) a/n: another inspired by one episode in the kdrama called 'tomorrow'; song has no connection to the storyline! only this song was used for the plot in the kdrama itself, and it's good! + lyrics used in the fic are from random songs, i will input it after the fic. thank you!
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"How was everyone's day today? It's almost time to finally rest our eyes and end the day. There is a saying by Talmud, that rather regretting things that happened, regret the things that have yet to happen and haven't done yet. The last song for today is..."
The lady behind the radio solemnly introduces the song but it quickly fades as the bus zooms away, leaving you alone under the heavy drops of the pouring rain.
Just there. Sitting on the your wheelchair beside the bus stop, letting yourself get rained on, hopeless, tears mixing with the drops of rain in your cheeks. It was almost midnight and not even going home was on your mind, nor finding a shelter to be under in.
It felt like it was you against the world. The only thing that made you happy, dancing, was now impossible and out of reach just because of a single injury.
You glance at your casted foot and braced knee, prompting more tears to flow out of your eyes. You thought you've ran out of tears when you got your injury, your eyes seemed to always prove you wrong.
Your thoughts come to a stop when someone reaches out an umbrella over you, letting the rain fall on his back. You reluctantly and emotionlessly face the person, quietly asking him what he needed.
Surely, he's not a thief- if he wasn't dumb enough to see you still on your hospital dress.
"I'm busking near Han River tomorrow night, same time. Do you want to come?" He tries to be cheerful as he offered, his voice soft.
"Sorry. I don't have time for that." You turn, ignoring his presence again and facing in front.
"You have a whole day to decide, you shouldn't give me an answer now. It feels like you're not interested and it hurts. Do I look like I'm not a good singer?" He jokes around, but your face doesn't even budge for a small smile. He awkwardly coughs, regaining his composure. "Come on, I'll give you a VIP spot, just for you!"
"I told you I don't have tim-,"
"If you go around the corner of the convenience store there, you'll find me. Not if it's raining this hard, though! I'll have to cancel and move it to the next night. I'm a pretty famous busker there, so make sure you go early! I'm expecting you!" He blabbers, almost not making you understand.
He quickly hands you his umbrella and runs through the rain, crossing the road safely as your eyes only follow him.
When he's out of sight, your eyes trail to his umbrella, yellow brightly lighting under the lamp post.
Tomorrow's another day. Written on one side of the umbrella, with a drawing of a sun plastered beside the words, you sigh.
"Right. Another day."
It felt like it was just a blink. Did you even sleep? You rise on your hospital bed, finally zoning back in reality.
"Good you're awake. I just finished your discharge papers. Secretary Jeong will be outside after you've changed. I need to go to my office for more paperworks. Make sure you're not a pain in the ass like last night." Your mom only carelessly caresses your hair before leaving, leaving you on your bed.
Your eyes trail outside the window, sun brightly beaming its last hour.
You sigh, calling a nurse to help you around to change your clothes instead. When you were done, you were assisted out of the ward in a wheelchair, getting passed onto your family's secretary.
By the time you got home, there was nothing to do but to stare outside the window. Doors locked, eyes were on you 24/7. The sun sets in front of your eyes and it makes you dread the incoming day once again, the moon isn't even up yet.
You hear a knock outside your door, but you didn't bother even answering, knowing all too well that it didn't matter if you did. They'll force their way in, anyway.
"It's Secretary Jeong, y/n, it's late and you haven't taken any meals for today." The second you glance at the clock, it was already eight in the evening. Your eyes go back to the window, and the moon was already up. Although you swore you just saw the sun setting a minute ago. "Do you want anything?"
The secretary doesn't even expect any answer from you, but stays behind you anyway.
"Fresh air. Outside." You simply say, not even glancing at the secretary.
"You know I can't do that."
"Then try not asking next time." The oh-so-sweet attitude of yours was now long gone. As you glared at the window after being ticked-off, Secretary Jeong sighs.
"Fine. As long as this doesn't reach your mom, okay? And please, no wheeling away."
You and Jeong, as you like to call him, drive to the nearest park in your house, which is coincidentally the Han river park.
He takes you around to get the fresh air you've been wanting, holding your wheelchair tightly at all times. You do nothing and plan nothing but to admire the night view, trying to cheer yourself up.
"..Mic check, mic check..." A loud and clear voice followed by numerous cheers perk your interest in one corner of the park, and you let out a small chuckle. Jeong double checks if he hears right, furrowing his brows.
Your eyes wander around and you see the convenience store in another corner, and a forming crowd in another side.
"Right. Can I watch?" You go back to having a poker face, glancing at him. He reluctantly nods and pushes your wheelchair on a side where the crowd can't trample on you, but the singer is visible anyway.
"Then, I'll start now. Please look and listen to us prettily," He smiles and points at the people behind him having cajon and a piano on the side. He looks around first with the goal of finding someone before sighing and prepping.
A rose blossoming among the concrete Please be alive Thrive and grow, don’t snap A blanket of thorns How tough it must’ve been Thank you for standing strong
He starts off solemn, cheery. He gains a few more people to listen and interestingly look at him, singing along and waving along. The lyrics hit you like a brick, making you sigh. You enjoy the way the words flow out of his lips melodically, like it was so easy to do in real life.
“I didn’t want any of this” I can say I can hate but nothing will change Looking back now I see the me with eyes forward Standing strong getting’ by moment to moment Didn’t think much just believed in me ... I’m a rose among the concrete Until this bleak city becomes filled with color I’ll keep my head up, stand my ground until the very end Until they get drunk off of my scent and smile
When he finished the song, he gained a loud cheer and applause, making him shyly succumb behind the thin mic stand while muttering continuous thank you's.
"Okay. That was our first song," He smiles, eyes still looking around. When he finally sees someone sat on a wheelchair just behind the crowd, he finally heaves a sigh of relief and smiles at you. "It's not the end of the world. You can bloom even in the smallest things, unexpected places. You can cry, you can take a break. As long as you don't give up, the world will be a better place."
He doesn't break eye contact as he says everything, smiling at you and then back to the crowd as if he didn't do anything such as change your life by helping you.
"Okay, next song!"
Jeong takes a good look at you, because finally, after weeks, there was a smile on your face and as much as his phone was getting bombarded by your mother's calls, he couldn't care a second.
"Let me finish another song and then we'll wrap up for today. Again, tonight too, it has been Choi Jongho, everybody. Thank you!" All that mattered was his name. He still introduced the ones that came with him, though. You just didn't care.
Though a permanent scar May be the price of holding you I'll give my all to you, to you ... So you won't get any scars, I'll hold you Even when I'm hurt, I'll guard you No need to worry, I'm here for you Look at my smile, it's my all for you When all lights fade When I sink to the ground When I drown in despair I'll still hold you close
"Did you enjoy? I thought you didn't have time?" Jongho, after fixing his things and bidding goodbye to his group, has come and smile brightly at you. "I told you I had a place for you. If you came a it earlier and where I can see you, I would've placed you there beside us."
Jeong only walks a few steps away in confusion for your privacy, still keeping his eyes on you.
"Who did you come with? Who's he?" Jongho curiously looks at the man, and Jeong only looks back. When he gets no answer, he takes his eyes back on you. "Are you that starstruck?"
"Thank you." You smile, "I actually didn't remember until awhile ago, when I was already here and you were already starting. I'm glad I wanted fresh air. I'm glad I was taken here. I'm glad to hear you sing. But most importantly, I'm glad that you had the most melodic voice I ever heard." You joke around, chuckling. He also laughs wholeheartedly, smiling at you.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it too, then."
"Those songs too... Thank you. I'm not saying you sang it for me, but it definitely did its part for me. So thank you, Mister Choi Jongho." He gives you a small smile and extends his hand for you to shake.
"I believe I deserve an incentive." He sharply inhales and glares jokingly at you.
"Oh. Right. I don't have anything on me, but Jeong will." You were about to signal for Jeong when he takes your hand, shaking it.
"I was joking. Your name will do. So let's start again. Hi, I'm Choi Jongho and you're...?" Jongho smiles expectantly, waiting for you.
As your name slips out of your lips, he shakes your hand mumbles a nice to meet you.
"Don't you think you owe me another one for my umbrella?" He shakes his head, looking down on his feet. You chuckle, asking him what he wanted.
"Is it finally money because I can call Jeong,"
"Your number and maybe a few dates?" He mumbles, looking wherever except your eyes.
It takes you a few seconds before you break into a genuine smile, reaching for his phone in his hand.
"There." You give it back to him and he squeals internally, giddily on his toes and checking his phone.
"Okay, maybe that umbrella- I just found it on the lost and found area. But it served great purpose!" You gasp at the confession, finally laughing at your heart's content.
Because finally, even when you thought your world has just been broken down to pieces, an angel has come and saved you.
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h1key - rose blossom young k - guard you
*i got all english lyrics from genius!
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athanza · 1 year ago
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Starlett - Final part
Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)
Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, romance, some fluff
Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence
This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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That night, after dinner, Irene found Cooper on the sofa with Janey asleep on his lap, watching an old noire film with the volume down low.
"Thank you very much for dinner Mr. H- Cooper." She corrected herself, speaking low so as not to wake Janey. "It was lovely."
He looked up as she walked over. "It was no trouble at all. Janey loved having you here."
She smiled at his daughters sleeping face as she sat down on the edge of the sofa. "You've got a good kid there."
He looked down at her proudly. "Yeah, I sure do."
"She reminds me of my baby sister, she lives with my folks in Sacramento. I don't get to see her much anymore with my work and everything with Frank and Lee. It'll be good to see her again."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost 2 years. I know my sister resents me for how much I'm away, but hopefully that'll change now that I'll be away from Frank, at least until the divorce proceedings." She sighed with uneasiness.
"You'll be fine." Said Cooper encouragingly. "You're stronger than you think."
"Ditto." She smiled warmly. "And don't worry about Janey, you both love her so much. She'll understand when she's older, I promise."
He smiled, touched by her words. "Thank you."
She looked into his eyes and saw something she never had, a good man, a man who loves unconditionally and stands up for his family.
She, just for a moment, imagined what it would be like if he was her husband instead of Frank, if Janey were their daughter, if this was her life and not the daily abuse she had been going home to every night.
She could feel emotions begin to well behind her eyes and she snapped out of it before she embarrassed herself.
"Well, I should get some sleep, I'll be leaving early tomorrow. Thank you again."
The warmness that emanated from her was a welcome comfort in the midst of everything that had happened in the last few months. He almost didn't want her to leave, but he couldn't let himself fall, not now, not for her. They were meant for another time, another world, not this one.
"Irene?" Said Cooper, stopping her before she left. "This whole thing with Vault Tec...something's happening, something I'm not sure we'll ever come back from.
You're free from it now. Whatever's coming...it won't be worth giving up your happiness."
What he said about Vault Tec concerned her, not that it was surprising, but he was right about her happiness, he was right about everything. She wasn't going to be held back any longer.
"Thank you." She said, smiling softly.
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The sky was still dark when he left the cave. He'd covered Irene with whatever he could find to try to conceal her from raiders, hoping nothing else would find her while he was gone.
He knew there was a clinic in this area somewhere but whether it had anything left in it was a gamble.
As he made his way hastily through the area, he couldn't stop thinking about her and it just made him angry, 219 years of trying to become the monster that he had to be in order to survive, only for her to show up and remind him of that warmth that he'd long since forgotten. It made him weak, but he couldn't let her die, not now.
He heard movement up ahead, two men laughing drunkenly as they stumbled to find somewhere to relieve themselves.
Raiders.
The cages and skewered bodies around the building were a dead give-away and their little base just happened to be the clinic he was looking for.
Jackpot. They definitely had a stash in there somewhere.
The two men separated to find somewhere to piss but just as one got comfortable, Cooper blast his head off and took the other one out just a split second later.
"Oh HELL no!" Came a voice from the doorway of the clinic.
Without hesitation, Cooper shot him too, a bloody mess left on the door frame behind where he had been standing.
He stormed inside, his pump-action shotgun in hand, willing to use up all of his ammo to get what he needed.
Bullets and wood chips were flying every which way, and he took a bullet or two, but it took him no time at all to obliterate every person in that building.
He searched hastily for supplies, and when he found a first aid box full of stimpaks and cotton thread, he grabbed it and left, picking up several blood packs on his way out.
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The next morning, Irene was up early, her bag already in her car when Cooper came out to meet her.
"You weren't kiddin' about leavin' early." He said, the clock in the hallway reading 7:12am.
"I thought it'd be best if I left earlier rather than later."
He knew why. He didn't argue.
"Give this to Janey for me, would you? I noticed she liked it and I know it'll be in good hands."
She handed Cooper a silver locket with a daisy engraved delicately on the front.
He looked at it a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I don't much care for it anymore. It'll be more appreciated with her." She smiled.
She did one last check of her purse to make sure she had everything and the tention in the air was starting to thicken. When she knew she had everything, she looked back up at him.
"Cooper?" She asked. "Do me a favour and don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak, always remember that, ok?"
She leant forward and kissed his cheek. "See you 'round cowboy."
She smiled at him one last time before getting in her car, and as he watched her drive away he felt his heart ache a little. He would miss her, her warm smiles, and how she made Janey laugh, but it wasn't meant to be, and he knew that.
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He pulled off the foliage covering her now pale body and opened the case.
Her breathing was shallow and laboured, a puddle of blood underneath her that had started to coagulate.
He used one of the stimpaks, then another, then another until he had used all six, then pulled out the thread and started sewing up the deep gashes on her side that were sticky with blood.
He remembered the last time he saw her, her smile, the kiss. He remembered watching her drive away and wishing she hadn't. He remembered the last things she said to him.
"...don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak..."
When he finished sewing, he hung up one of the blood bags and attached the long tube to her arm.
He was still and focused, hoping he wasn't too late, his hands now covered in her blood.
When she woke up after only a few minutes, she saw him sitting by the fire beside her and smiled sleepily.
"Hey there cowboy."
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mayuichi · 2 years ago
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“... I didn't meant what I said.„
Saigiku Jouno x Reader Warning: unhealthy relationship behaviors (sorry I can't see Jouno be capable to have a healthy relationship with anybody)
Note : I skipped yesterday in my everyday fic because of some sickness, so I have to post twice today woohoo! I really hope I'll feel better soon ughhh
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Art from the anime.
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Despite the blanket covering your lap, you keep shivering from the cool air. Autumn slowly letting place to winter, December becoming colder day by day. It was one of the snowy days today. Those days you would love to spend home with your boyfriend.
Speaking of which, it was getting late, night already settled down. Yet he still isn't home. It isn't even surprising, he is part of the Hunting Dogs after all. You're used for him to get home extremely late, if just not coming home at all.
Sitting on the sofa, looking at some stupid TV show to pass the time, you're reading a book at the same time. You just want some background noises to not suffocate from the silence. You work too, of course, but your shift finishes at 5pm. It's already been two hours you're trying to kill time.
You have been waiting long enough, you're pretty sure he won't come home anytime soon. Placing down your book and turning the TV off, you make your way to the kitchen. Once again, you'd make food only for yourself. How long has it been since your last meal together ? A bit too long.
Picking each ingredient carefully, you start making yourself dinner, every so often glancing toward the window in case you'd see him come home. While waiting for the cooking to be over, checking from time to time in the oven, you pick your phone.
“I'll lock the front door. Be careful to not wake me up when you'll come home, if you even do. I have to wake up early tomorrow.„
You're pretty sure he won't even read it now. There has always been some ups and downs in between you, but it's been a while since the last good time. You couldn't help but doubt his words again. You sigh, feeling helpless.
Eating alone, you use once more the TV as only company. Does he love me? You question your own mind, knowing damn well it'll only hurt you further. But those questions keep repeating themselves in your mind until the next day.
Even throuhough your shift. You're tensed, so anxious it needs to end. He hasn't answered your last text, and didn't even went home.
Walking home, your head low, you don't want to see anyone. Holding the end of your scarf, you hurry back home. The cold air reddening your nose and ears, your fingers taking a blue tint. You even struggle to open your door, your hands shaking.
Rapidly closing the door behind you, you rub your hands against one another, yearning for some warmth. Without undoing your scarf or jacket, you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate, only to see a tall figure waiting against the cupboard.
He is facing you, his arms crossed as a smirk adorned his face. “I can feel that you missed me, didn't you ?„ he hums. It isn't truly a question, he already knows the answer. Yet you don't plan on giving him one.
He raises an eyebrow when he hears your steps leaving to the bedroom, where you take off your scarf, jacket and shoes. He follows you close. “Aren't you planning on answering me ? Is it too much to ask to your little self?„
His smirk widens when he feels your heartbeat increase. He absolutely loves the way he can play your emotions like an instrument. So easy to read, and to control. “If you can't even utter a word, then what's the purpose of my presence. I thought you'd jump in my arms. Or perhaps... You don't truly love me ?„
He steps closer and closer, until his slender figure is hovering you, almost pinning you against the wall. Fluttering your eyes shut, anxiety rising in your body, your voice almost breaking as you speak. “I.. should be the one asking you that..„
He huffs in response, unsure of what you are trying to tell him. He brings his fingers under your chin. “Go ahead, word your thoughts then. I am all ears, darling.„
Your breath itchs in your throat. Feeling his soft yet hot breath against your nose, you muttered in a shy voice. “... I know your work asks you a lot of your time but.. You don't even text me...„
You see his expression not faltering even in the slightless. Instead, he just pulls away, sighing in disappointment. “Are you that needy ? Greedy for attention ? You should've known better when you desired to be with me. If you can't keep up, then I might just leave.„
His words sink in your mind. You turn your head away, barely capable to answer. “... I understand...„ it took you all your might to not let your voice break, but he knows better. He knows deep down you're dying from his words.
And even if he feels regret, speaking and admitting them out loud is another thing. He watches as you make your way to the living room, where you snuggle under the blanket and turn the TV on. He has always been cruel, but never going to that extend. Never expressing anything about leaving.
What if he truly does ? Would it make him feel better ? But you, in all that ? Does he think about how you feel ? You endured all his words, and his sadist behavior all the time, for only little to no comforting moment. You just have to handle it. Yet you are at your breaking point.
Drowning your sorrow and pain in that stupid show. It's all you can do if you don't want your mind to make you suffocate. The night quickly arrives, and with that, the cold breeze from the open window too.
Too absorbed into forgetting your aching heart, you don't hear the footsteps making their way to close the window. “Darling,„ his tone surprisingly sweet. “Here. I wouldn't want you to freeze.„
He places a hot chocolate in front of you on the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He doesn't try to touch you in any way though, surely knowing it isn't the time for it. You stare at the gentle treat he gives you.
You hesitantly reach for the cup, feeling its warmth spreading through your hands. You see him pick the TV remote to lower the volume. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
“... Why do you act so kind suddenly ?„ you breath out, quietly blowing on the hot chocolate before taking a sip. You can hear him gulp. Perhaps he feels remorse now..
“... I didn't meant what I said.„ it's so hard for him to admit he's wrong. It makes you giggle, and you don't hide it, which makes him have a faint blush. He clears his throat, “... Don't laugh like that. It isn't fun.„
“Yet it would've been if I were the one to apologise.„ you sigh, keeping your eyes on that sweet drink he made you. He leans over you, his head almost resting on your shoulder.
“... I promise to make an effort, but please, don't leave yet. I want you to stay. It's better with you.„ it's the first time he shows himself being vulnerable. Yet, everyone has insecurities and weak side, right ? But he doesn't want anyone to see it. You're the only exception.
“If you don't push me to leave again, then... I won't. I love you also for your harsh words, but.. Just, don't make me feel like I'm a burden.„
He presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. You hope he'll change his behavior, but you can't be sure he will. You just allow yourself to doubt. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting gesture.
“You can't be a burden. You make me have another purpose than just serve for justice. You make me feel alive.„
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luvvvivii · 2 years ago
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"i love you" — l.fl
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pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader
genre - fluff, imagine
wc - 705
warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more
a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)
synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away
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02.16.23 — 1:05 am
"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"
02.17.23 — 6:37 pm
"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."
02.18.23 — 12:53 pm
"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."
02.20.23 — 3:31 pm
"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."
02.21.23 — 2:01 am
"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"
02.22.23 — 3:19am
"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."
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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year ago
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|| Black eyed & Blue ||
Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires
Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC
Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊
Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.
Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!
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Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…
He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.
He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.
"Blue! Customer!"
Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.
"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.
"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.
"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"
The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.
"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"
Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.
"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"
She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.
"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…
"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."
"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"
Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."
Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"
Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."
The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.
"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."
"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.
"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"
Frank shrugs.
"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"
"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"
She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.
"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"
Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "
She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."
Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"
"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"
"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.
"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."
"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."
Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."
Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.
The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.
"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.
Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."
Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"
Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."
She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"
Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."
She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."
Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."
"What kind of business are you in Pete?"
He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."
"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.
"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."
It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.
'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)
-Blue'
He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.
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mommybookwyrm · 7 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
I actually finished chapter 2 of Heartstrings!!! Now I just need to edit and revise a little and it should be ready to post by the end of this week.
Anyways, enjoy a snippet from Wyll's POV below the cut.
The lower level of the ruins were now quiet, the undead protectors once again lay in the dust at the feet of the forgotten god of the temple. All but one of them that was.
Wyll watched as the silent skeleton walked along the edge of the large chamber, more or less avoiding the small group as they made camp among the bones of the place. It was more than a little surprising when they had risen from the sarcophagus, asking them for the value of a mortal life.
They had taken a long look at all of them but had stopped and looked almost perplexed when their gaze had reached Astarion, a gaze that had made the pale elf obviously uncomfortable.
Wyll started at the sound of tin plates clattering to the floor and the sound of Shadowheart and Lae'zel once again throwing strings of insults at one another. Wyll sighed, wondering how bringing the githyanki into their group was going to end in anything other than blood, especially after her attack on Astarion earlier that day.
A stern word from Felyn'da and some placating gestures from Gale soothed over the disagreement for the moment and the latter announced that dinner was ready.
Wyll had to admit that it smelled worlds better then the meal from the night before did. Gale had made some kind of stew with the provisions they had found which had included meat and spices.
He took the bowl that was offered to him and dug in immediately, flinching only a bit at the still hot meal.
"Any idea where Astarion went," Gale asked, holding another bowl most likely for the aforementioned elf.
Wyll quickly scanned the large chamber and found that he did not see him. "I'll go see if I can find him," Wyll said, shoving more food into his mouth before he placed his bowl down and stood.
It wasn't hard to find the other man. Across from were they had set up, one of the walls had half caved in at some point in the centuries and opened up to a small underground stream.
Astarion stood at the edge, staring up at the ceiling. Looking himself Wyll could see a wooden hatch that no doubt lead to the surface, the rotted remains of a ladder lay on the ground underneath.
"Planing on trying your hand at some fishing again?" Wyll teased.
Astarion only answered him with an annoyed grunt. Okay, Wyll supposed he deserved that.
"Gale is finished with dinner," Wyll said. "It's actually quite good this time."
"I'm not hungry," Astarion said simply. Wyll wanted to call him out on that lie. He knew that the other hadn't eaten anything during breakfast that morning nor could he remember seeing Astarion eat anything through out their search of the ruins.
"I'm sure it's not the sort of fare that you're used to," Wyll started, "but it does you no good to go without. You'll need your strength for our journey tomorrow."
Wyll couldn't read Astarion's expression as the other turned to look at him then. He couldn't read much of Astarion to be honest, except for earlier that day when the elf had been absolutely terrified.
He was a good actor though and Wyll could see when he made the transition. His body, almost always tense since Wyll had pulled him out of that pod the day before, rearranging into a casual fluid walk as he approached. He placed his hand lightly on Wyll's arm as he passed, smiling and Wyll could feel his face flush at the contact.
"Of course darling you're ever so right," he drawled. "Wouldn't want me to waste away now would we?"
Before Wyll could get his tongue to work to voice an answer Astarion passed and released him from the strange spell. He turned to watch the other walk away, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the other's white curls and refusing to let them linger further down.
He looked away and back to the water, which he now had a sudden urge to plunge himself wholly down into. Well, that was something.
Distantly he could hear mocking laughter that he chose to ignore.
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05-11-2023 (3/3)
After getting Elrond back in working order, I said goodbye to Motueka (and a little baby Pīwakawaka who came to say goodbye back) and went on my way to Elaine Bay. I made a brief stop in Whakatū to get some groceries, and then drove down the road I mentioned in yesterday's post, which offered stunning views that were hard to photograph:
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I had to fight not to get out of my car for photos at every turn. I spent the night there and in the morning I went back out to the water. The sun was shining brightly now and the water was just as clear as the night before, which meant I could see the fish, the starfish, and the absolutely massive stingrays I had been wise to avoid encountering in the dark last night:
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I enjoyed the (still) lovely sunny weather by going on my last hike of the island: Pīwakawaka track, which led to a very peaceful little beach in about 45 minutes one way:
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And despite my reluctance, after having lunch (cooking in Elrond for the last time) I had to get back on the road. I managed to take some more pretty pictures of the view:
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I'll admit, I was very emotional during the hike and the drive. It really feels like the end of an era, and even though part of me never wants to leave, I feel like it's a good thing that it's ending. I have been alone for too long, and today I really felt that. Not only have I been physically alone, and dealing with a lot of stressful things, but this trip has also forced me out of my sociopolitical bubble and that has been unsettling to say the least. It has made me think a lot about what I find important, what home means to me, and how I want to live my life going forward. It's like I've stepped out of my comfort zone, and now have lost all sense of where it's supposed to be. I crave to go back, I'm homesick, but I know I've changed. I still am changing. I don't know what my comfort zone is supposed to look like anymore. I'm sure I'll find it again eventually, but that is a scary feeling. A feeling that makes me look forward to being hugged again, and having at least a little more normalcy and luxury than I have now. But that also makes it scary to step into a new chapter.
As I drove and listened to harmonious, pensive music, the clouds rolled in and it started raining. It didn't stop until about an hour ago. I still couldn't resist getting out of the car to take a photo at one of my trip's very first stops, Pelorus bridge:
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I could almost see myself from four months ago right there, hanging out on the rocks and taking pictures. Feeling nervous and excited, the whole trip ahead of me. But also a lot less experienced, a lot more nervous about driving still, and in no way yet used to van life. I may still have so much to learn, but those things I feel like I well and truly have conquered, and I'm pretty proud of that.
I completed the way to Waitohi, recognising some stops along the way where I once stopped and took pictures and hiked. And then I finally made it to my first - and now also last - camping spot. I got myself some food, saw a familiar face (and told him how I remembered him, and he had made me feel welcome on my first day), and ate in Elrond while watching my favourite series. Now I'm just dreading the six minute walk to the closest public toilet, but I'll undertake that journey after finishing up all these posts!
Tomorrow I will take the boat back to Te Ikaroa, and hopefully get some rest. I'm already mentally preparing for the seasickness. I just hope the weather will stay dry now, and I can enjoy the views from the boat like I did last time!
For now, sweet dreams to Aotearoa, good afternoon to Europe. You'll hear from me again soon I hope!
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canirove · 4 months ago
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Lady Madrid | Chapter 4
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CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DEBUT, PRETTY FACEEEEEE!!!! 🎉💃🏼🙌🏻
But I can't believe I've missed it because I was on a plane 😭
Thank you, Julieta 🥰
Though I just played for 5 minutes 😅
I know
But it still was your debut with Real Madrid and I missed it! 😭
Think that it was just my debut in la liga
I still have to play on the champions league and the copa, you can watch me there
And hopefully at home
Yeah, I guess…
Anyway, how are you feeling? How did you feel?
It was… amazing
I'm feeling amazing
But it was a bit weird too
How so?
I don't know how to explain it
But I felt something similar to when I played again for the first time after my knee injury
Like a new chapter was starting, you know?
And I guess it is since I'm in a new city and club
Best chapter yet, you'll see 🥰
Zero biased here, uh? 😂
Yep 😇
I'm gonna watch those 5 minutes before I go to bed
Would you like me to share my thoughts with you while I do it?
You probably won't have much to say
Nothing really happened 🤷🏻‍♂️
Yes, it did
It was your debut
First time wearing white
Or orange, in this case
I hate that shirt btw
Aren't you on the campaign? 🤔
Yes 😭
Hopefully it looks better on you than it does on me
See? That's one thing I can talk about
If you looked hot or not during your debut 😌
I always look hot, Julieta 🙄
Always, always… 🫢
🙄🙄🙄🙄
Orange is really hard to pull off, you know?
I can't do it
I've seen you wearing that shirt and you look beautiful
Thank you but… no
🙄🙄🙄
I just saw some photos and you look great
And you kept the beard! 💃🏼
I should have shaved, it was time
But I just trimmed it for you 😊
Oh, Benjamin 🥹
Thank you 🫶🏻
You're welcome 😅😊
I'm gonna go check everything that has been posted on Instagram and give it a like
Will it be weird if I comment too? 🤔
I mean… people have already noticed that you are the only player from the women's team I follow, that you also follow me, and that we've been liking each other's posts 🤷🏻‍♂️
Wait, really?
Who notices something like that?
Some people do 😬
I'll tell you more about it another day
But I'm sure tomorrow they will be commenting about how you've gone on full on fangirl mode 😂
Oh, well
I'm used to getting hate because I hang out with Jude and also to being shipped with him, so nothing new 🤷🏼‍♀️
Though at least this time they will be into something will the shipping 🌚
🤔?
🤗🤗🤗
Gonna go watch those 5 minutes
Good night, pretty face 😘
Good night, Julieta 🤍
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Are you still in Valdebebas?
Yep
Though just made it to my car
Do you have anything to do? Somewhere to go?
Just home
Why?
Can you wait like… 10 minutes for me? Maybe a bit less
I have something to tell you 🫢
Something like what?
Something good
Can you wait for me? 🥺
Yes, I can
I'll be at the cafeteria
Great 😊
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“Julieta, hey. Thank you for waiting.”
“Of course. What happened?”
“Some really good news” Ben smiles.
“I'm all ears, then.”
“Can we… Can we go somewhere a bit more private?”
“Why? What are you planning, Chilwell?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
“You know, you and the mister may not be related, but your eyebrow moves the same way” he chuckles.
“Then you know how powerful it is. Why do you want us to be alone?”
“Because what I'm about to tell you is something important and I don't want people looking at us or eavesdropping.”
“Ok, fine” I say, taking one last sip from my coffee and standing up.
“Thank you very much, Julieta.”
“Yeah, yeah. This better be worth it.”
“It will, I promise. What if I walk you back to your car and tell you there?”
“Sure” I say before following Ben outside the cafeteria.
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“We've made it to my car. Spill the beans, Chilwell.”
“No pretty face today?” he asks.
“Maybe later if whatever you have to tell me is as good as you promise it to be.”
“Do I have to earn my nickname?” he laughs.
“Yeah” I shrug.
“I need to find one for you, tho. How do you say pretty face in Spanish?”
“Cara guapa.”
“So I could call you guapa, couldn't I? That's what you call a beautiful woman.”
“You could, but it sounds a bit weird.”
“I see. What about…”
“Ben, are you going to tell me the good news or not?” I cut him.
“I am, sorry” he smiles. “So, today after training the mister asked me to meet alone with him, told me we needed to talk. At first I thought he was just going to ask me how I was feeling, if I was adapting well, if I needed anything… And we did talk about all that, but then…”
“Then?” I ask, starting to get impatient.
“Then he told me I'm starting on Sunday's game.”
“He told you what?”
“I'm starting against Las Palmas, Julieta. And I will be doing it at the Bernabéu!”
“You… you…” I mumble. “You are starting, Ben! You are debuting at the Bernabéu and starting the game!”
“I am.”
“That's… that's… Ben!” I say before jumping at him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Careful” he chuckles, hugging me back.
“Oh my God, Ben. I can't believe it. You are starting! Like… that's huge!”
“It is.”
“I am so happy for you! So so happy!” I smile, moving to look him in the face.
“Thank you” he smiles back. “I also am really happy. And a bit scared, to be honest.”
“Well, the Bernabéu is quite scary, that's normal. But you are gonna do amazing and the fans are gonna love you as much as I do” I say before hugging him again.
“As… ummm… Yeah.”
After that we just stay in silence for a while hugging each other, my head resting on his shoulder.
“Wait, I just realized something” I say, moving again to look at him.
“Have you?”
“I play on Saturday, which means that I can go watch you play!”
“Oh, that. Yes.”
“That? What else did you think I was going to say?” I chuckle.
“Nothing, nothing” Ben says. “You are coming to the game, then?”
“Of course I am! I would not miss it for anything in the world. I may even get myself a shirt with your name and go full fangirl like we joked the other day” I laugh.
“What about getting a banner that says go pretty face, go?”
“That may be a bit too much. For now, at least.”
“Ok” he chuckles.
“Urgh, I'm so happy for you, Ben. So freaking happy! We should go celebrate.”
“What? Now?”
“Yes! Fancy a cheeky beer at my house?” I ask him.
“Oh, wow. Taking me to your place already? We haven't even kissed yet, Julieta” he smirks.
“Well, that can be fixed pretty easily” I smirk back, closing most of the space between us. And when we are about to do it, to finally kiss…
“Get a room!” someone shouts from a car nearby.
“I'm killing her. I fucking killing her, I… Fuck you, Alba!” I shout.
“Love you too, Julieta!” she laughs before driving away.
“And here I thought this was a quiet place where we could be alone” Ben sighs.
“Yeah… Anyway, are you still up for that beer?”
“Of course” he smiles.
“Ok, let's go” I say, opening my car while planning how can I kill Alba and get away with it.
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“Julieta, can you please stop moving your leg like that? You are also making me nervous.”
“Sorry, Alba” I say, sitting in a different position.
“You are gonna suck at being a wag, you know?” she chuckles.
“What?”
“Look at you. Your boyfriend hasn't started to play yet, and you already are a bundle of nerves.”
“He isn't my boyfriend” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Then why did I catch you kissing at Valdebebas?” she smirks.
“We weren't kissing, Alba. We were about to, and you ruined it all and made things awkward. Though that may have also been my fault” I sigh.
“What?”
“I'm here, I'm here!” Olga says, running down the stairs. “What did I miss?” she says as she sits down on the free seat next to me.
“Just the warm up.”
“And Julieta almost opening a hole on the floor with her foot before telling me that she's made things awkward between her and Romeo.”
“What? How? Please tell me it isn't because of your situationship, the one you were supposed to put an end to weeks ago” Olga says.
“First of all, Romeo? Who is that?”
“Chilwell, of course” Alba says. “You are Julieta, and he is your Romeo. That's how the girls call him” she shrugs
“That's… whatever” I say. “And things didn't get awkward because of my situationship. I think.”
“You think?” Olga says. “What does that mean?”
“Well… you know. Maybe I haven't ended things with him yet.”
“Julieta!” Olga says, hitting my arm. “Have you been seeing them both at the same time?”
“What? No! But I still haven't had that chat with him. And before you hit me again…” I say, moving away from her. “I haven't done it because he's been busy with work and I didn't want to do it over the phone, but I'm meeting with him tomorrow after training.”
“You better” Olga says, threatening me with her finger.
“Ok, so if it wasn't because of him, why do you think you've made things awkward between you and Rom… I mean, Ben” Alba says.
“I think it may be because of something I said when he told me he was starting on today's game. Since then his texts have been so… weird.”
“Let me see them.”
“What?”
“Let me see your texts with him, Julieta. Or are they so spicy that you can't share them with your best friends?” she smirks.
“They aren't spicy” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“Then let us read them.”
“Ok, fine” I say, giving her my phone.
“Let's see…” she says, starting to scroll.
“Wait, I want to read them too” Olga says. “Change seats with me, Julieta.”
“Urgh” I groan, moving so now she is the one sitting in the middle. “And? What do you think?”
“One sec…”
“Alba, the game is about to start.”
“Ok, done. Olga?”
“Done too” she says.
“And?” I ask again.
“You two are head over heels for each other, Julieta” Alba says.
“And there is nothing weird, just a guy feeling a bit nervous about today's game” Olga adds.
“Really? Don't you notice anything… off?” I ask them.
“No” they both say.
“But what did you tell him that made you think like this?” Olga says.
“It's just… I…”
“The game is about to start, Julieta” Alba teases me.
“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath. “After he told me he was starting today, he was a bit worried, so I told him that the fans were going to love him as much as I did. When I said it I didn't realize what I had said, but I did notice that his mood had changed a bit. And then that night while I was replaying the day in my head… well. It hit me.”
“Yeah, you were hit by telling the guy you've been seeing for just a few weeks that you love him” Alba laughs.
“What? She didn't say that!” Olga says. “She told him that she sees him the same way the fans see him! She basically friendzoned him!”
“No, she didn't. She said the word way too soon!”
“Alba, have we listened to the same thing?”
“Yes, we have, Olga.”
“Guys… guys… guys!” I say, raising my voice and stopping their argument. “It doesn't matter how he understood it. Both are as bad and have made things awkward between us and…”
“Julieta, things aren't awkward between you and Ben, it is all in your head” Alba says.
“But if you feel like they are, you definitely have to talk with him about it. Because like Alba said, you two are head over heels for each other judging by those texts, and if you want to start something and make it work, you have to talk and communicate.”
“I guess I should, yes” I sigh as the music starts playing, making talking and being heard quite difficult.
“And the sooner the better” Olga says, raising her voice. “Maybe after you've ended things with that guy?”
“Yeah” I nod.
“Cool. Now give me my seat back. I don't want to be next to Alba during the game, she gets too violent if they start playing like shit.”
“Hey!” she protests as I switch places with Olga again.
“Thank you, guys” I say, taking their hands on mine once I'm sitting in the middle. “I don't know what I would do without you.”
“Probably have a really messy personal life” Olga says.
“Yep” Alba chuckles. “But that's what best friends are for. To be there for you when you need them.”
“Thank you” I smile, my words getting lost among the music and all the fans cheering.
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“Finally, Benjamin! I thought I was going to have to go home without congratulating you in person!” I say when I see him leaving the changing room.
“I'm sorry, Julieta. But everyone wanted an interview, a photo, have a chat…”
“The usual when they name you man of the match on your debut at the Bernabéu.”
“Yeah” Ben smiles.
“I am so proud of you. So proud” I say before hugging him, trying my best to make it look like a friendly hug and not get carried away. We are surrounded by other players and their families, and people are gossiping about us enough already.
“Thank you very much, Julieta” he says, giving me a little squeeze as he hugs me back. “It means a lot coming from you.”
“Because I am the mister’s goddaughter and I can put a good word for you?” I tease him as we break apart.
“That too” he chuckles. “But you know why.”
“Yeah” I say, biting my lip. “Ben, listen. There is something…”
“Chilly, bro. Are you ready to… Wait, is this her?” the guy who just interrupted me says, looking at me from head to toe while trying to hide his smile.
“Yes, this is her” Ben says. And call me crazy, but I could swear he is blushing. “Julieta, this is my friend Tom. Tom, this is Julieta.”
“Nice to meet you” I smile.
“Nice to meet you!” he smiles back. “Chilly has been talking a lot about you lately, you know?”
“Has he?” I say, looking at Ben. Now he is properly blushing.
“Yep” Tom says. “He's told us many things about you. All good, of course” he winks.
“He better. Because he knows I have connections” I say, teasing him again.
“Yeah, well, umm…” Ben says. “Julieta, we are going back to Jude's house to have a little gathering with my family and my friends and celebrate today's game. Would you like to come too?”
“Me?”
“You have to come, Julieta” Tom says. “Our boy wouldn't be this happy and thriving the way he is here in Madrid if it wasn't because of you!”
“It's been just a game, bro.”
“But it's been an amazing one. So, what do you say? Will you come celebrate with us?”
“I… I don't know. Wouldn't it be weird? Like, you are gonna be with your family and your best friends, and I…”
“And you also are his friend, Julieta. A special one” Tom smirks.
“Bro!” Ben says, elbowing his friend.
“Sorry” he laughs. “But please, say you will come.”
“Ok, I'll go” I say. “But just because I worry that if we keep teasing Ben and he keeps blushing, that pretty head of his is gonna explode.”
“Thank you” Tom says, kissing my hand while Ben rolls his eyes. “See you later, señorita.”
“Bye” I smile.
“I'm sorry about him, Julieta. If you don't want to come you don't have to. Tom can sometimes be so… so…”
“Annoying?” I chuckle.
“Yeah” he sighs.
“Well, that's what best friends are for. Look at me with Alba.”
“Oh, speaking of her. If she and Olga haven't left yet, they can come too.”
“They still are around, I'll let them know.”
“Cool” Ben smiles.
“Cool” I smile back.
“Chilly, we are leaving!” Tom calls after him.
“I gotta go. See you in a bit?”
“See you in a bit.”
“Cool.”
“Cool” I repeat, making us both laugh.
“Thank you for being here today, Julieta. It means a lot.”
“I would have not missed it for anything in the world.”
“Thank you. And umm… bye” Ben says, kissing my cheek.
“Bye” I reply, now being the one who can feel her face burning.
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“Once again, I'm really sorry for making you wait and leaving you alone, Julieta” Ben says once we all are at Jude's house.
“It's ok, don't worry. You have your friends and family here, it's normal to want to spend all the time you can with them.”
“Yes, but I… I also wanted to spend some time alone with you, you know? To celebrate today with you” he says, closing some of the space between us.
“Me too. I'm really proud of you, Ben.”
“You already said that, Julieta” he says with a teasing smile.
“Well, that's how proud of you I am” I say, playing with the cord of his hoodie.
“Why are you so nervous? Is it because my mum and my sister are here?”
“What?”
“I've been keeping an eye on you since you arrived, and you haven't looked like yourself.”
“Have you been checking me out in front of your family?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I couldn't help myself” he shrugs. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you” I smile, twisting the cord of his hoodie around my finger like girls do in movies with their hair when they are in front of the boy they like.
“But I'm being serious, Julieta. Something is going on with you. For example, you barely touched your drink and you just used it to play with it and give Denise a heart attack when you almost spilled it on the carpet.”
“That was close, wasn't it?” I chuckle.
“And now, you are playing with my hoodie, keeping your hands busy again.”
“Maybe it is because I can't keep them to myself. Being man of the match while wearing the Real Madrid shirt really suits you, pretty face” I smirk.
“Julieta, I'm being serious.”
“And so am I.”
“Julieta…” Ben sighs.
“Ok, fine. Fine” I say, letting go of his hoodie and taking a step back. “I am nervous about something.”
“Ok.”
“The other day at Valdebebas I… I said something and I… Did I make things awkward between us?”
“What?” he says with a confused look.
“Well, I… I…” I mumble. “The other day at Valdebebas when you told me that you were starting today I said… I… I said that the fans were going to love you the same way I do.”
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that. When I said it I didn't realize what had left my mouth even though I did notice that your face changed for a second. It wasn't until that night when I was thinking about our day together that I realized and I… I'm sorry, Ben. I don't know if you understood it as me confessing my love for you definitely way too soon or as me friendzoning you, but I… I just meant that they were going to like you the same way I do. Like, the same amount. Like… urgh.”
“It's ok, Julieta” he says, taking my hands on his and giving them a little squeeze. “I know what you mean and what you meant.”
“You do?”
“I do” Ben smiles, one of his hands leaving mine to caress my cheek. “It's true that when you said it you caught me by surprise and that's why you may have noticed something weird, but then I quickly realized what you were trying to tell me.”
“So I didn't… I didn't make things awkward between us?”
“You didn't, no.”
“Thank God” I sigh, making him laugh. “Guess the girls were right.”
“The girls?”
“I told them about it because I was going a bit crazy, and they said that if you were acting a bit different it probably was because you were nervous about today and not because of what I had said.”
“I've definitely been quite nervous about today, that's true. I didn't know it was showing on my texts, tho.”
“They read them and it wasn't, it was all in my head.”
“You showed them our texts?” Ben says, taking a step back and letting go of me.
“I… It was just the ones from the past few days. You hadn't told me anything too personal in them, it was just us talking about our day and flirting and… God, now I have definitely fucked things up, haven't I?”
“Julieta…”
“No, it's ok. I get it. I've broken your trust by showing them something that is supposed to be private and just between you and I. I… I should probably go home, I have training tomorrow.”
“Julieta…”
“Say goodnight to everyone on my behalf and that it was really nice to meet them.”
“Julieta, can you…”
“Bye” I say, basically running away and not letting Ben say whatever he wanted to say.
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jerwinclarosa · 5 months ago
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3rd
Play the music when you'll read this shit.
Its a new week in the work room, UP campus edition. This week chinese new year will happen but we started celebrating as early as last week, and guess what in a Japanese restaurant.
I have been alone at home for quite some time now, well nung thursday lang naman nagsimula since the writing of this post, yet here I am contemplating things on where I am again.
See, there has been a cycle since I fell in love again, yes I am in love there is no denying in that, there has been strides for me especially in the aspect that I should move on as early as now to salvage the relationship, the relationship that is so good yet so uncertain until when and up to what extent that will be felt.
Nagsimula na rin ako mag-aral and although my attempts are cut through and andami kong need gawin na responsibilidad, ang nangyari lang ay nakakapagbasa pa rin ako, tomorrow will be my first official class of the sem, I do not know where and when but at least I'll be here again, and it is an opportunity for me to lose my focus and hyperfixating on things that make me overthink which is see above paragraph and listen to the song.
Anyways, I am able to sleep well, recover the sleepless nights and loneliness yet I will never be used to being alone. Indeed I am an only child, but my mom was always there or even my roomie in the form of Roperd was always there to be with me in the room. Now that I am 26 years old, I am much more aware of the loneliness of going home alone with no one to meet me or open the doors for me or no one to expect to be with me after I arrive. Iba ang may uuwian sa inuuwian. Uuwian is a place, inuuwian is a companion, a reason, a thing, or a feeling and this time, I felt it more than the days my mom left me for Cagayan as I am here in Manila.
2 weeks ago or a week ago, ah basta one of the past few days, my mom cried although alam ko dahil sa sibuyas yon pero di talaga sa sibuyas yon kasi nagkacut siya ng repolyo, she told me one of her biggest fears was for me to be alone when the time comes. Although I do not want to think about the time comes, kasi I still haven't done enough to make my parents proud, I can't stop time either so I have to accept that reality. On top of that being alone, a plethora for me of factors/intersection of things for me that makes my mom fear more of that impending loneliness is that I am an only child, I am gay/trans, I am difficult to please, and I am not that good as a person to be with at home daw eh responsible naman ako.
She was able to raise a lot of valid concerns, although if heard by other people she might be misunderstood as a conservative. She is aware of the fact that my heart beats for a man and a man only and she knows how it works because she is me, I am her blood and breath. She cannot change all the other facts about how I could not yet and although purposefully not yet looking for a man that could join me everyday. She was unaware of how I deal men but was given a snapshot of it by reading my diaries which had the validity of only 3 years since I matured tremendously the past few years since 2022.
What if I will be scammed by a man I loved? What if I spent so much money to a man without genuinely loving me back? What if a man will leave me because there's somebody more greater out there? What if a man will just hurt me? What if a man will do something to me and manipulate me because I am a gay/ trans person? All of those what ifs, I got it from her. These questions, I still think a lot about today but not as much as last week.
Dagdagan pa natin ang iniisip nating not so much so kung iadd mo yung dalawang iniisip ko aka hyperfixation from the generation z's conceptual framework... it makes it a whole thing I'm thinking about. Thank God for the job I have and the classes I am taking this sem, most of these rants will not be reminding me through my dreams as I sleep.
Oh how i wish I am a lot of things, but i also am reminded of a lot of things that I wish I was but thank God I am not. Although disconnected with what I am saying, I believe my definition of love evolved as much as I learned new things to incorporate in my life. I learned that love is to work on things. To know things. And to be just as you are. To love is to attend the births of the same person over and over again. To love is to support the person wholeheartedly even if its costs yours knowing and trusting the other person to do the same. To love is to know the difference between spicy and spiced. To love is to know when to eat noodles and when the line fills up we search for the next cuisine. To love is to follow up on things that even if I feel that you might have forgotten it, you will always try to ask me. To love is to analyze the feet, to try on clothes I can never buy with my salary, and to drink some tea which is on sale for a trial period. To love is to accepting things and scheduling them and going for spontaneous things. To love is to do a lot, even if I am a lot to handle with. To love is to know nicknames so personal that whatever that names' signification is, when the tone changes when you pronounce it, it remains the same, the sound of home. To love is to plan. To love is a lot of different things, and although people might pity me, the refuge is here, and its home.
Just as the murky waters become clear after some still, to love is to be quiet, to be there in silence. and to be a lot. To love is friendship.
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slidingclosetfeelings-blog · 5 months ago
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5 years later...
Girl....the life we have lived. You're 26 now. So much has happened. The biggest things you already know, Cherry died. That rollercoaster ride was rough. You're so different from you're last post. So much more grown, wise, free. I would say were so happy. I'm currently in my room writing this, in the house is Zoey and Ivy! Brendan is sleeping in his room. We broke up with him last week! (LOLLL) Ehh it's a long story. You know. Tonight is a fun night! We're clearing storage in our phone to make room for the LADS 3.0 update and reading Onyx Storm! Tomorrow is the prerelease sale for Hobi's solo concert. Hopefully Ticketmaster isn't a bitch. Man... what a year you're hopefully about to have! I feel like I need to talk directly to you as you are. So, YOU, what are you doing right now? We're currently at 3.6k in savings for our hopeful upcoming move to KOREA!! Imagine what the last post you would think about everything you're working towards right now! It kinda makes me emotional. I wish I could talk to you from the last post. There is so much heartbreak coming her way though, so maybe not. Some things were looking forward to is Hobi's concert in March! Eventually quitting our job and starting our teaching endeavors in August. Gulf Shores in July! We are still working on self-image but were currently sitting around 180 and brunette! I feel so much more confidence than I did back then but were working even harder! You really want to feel better a year from now. I wonder what you will look like next time you log in. Where are you? What is your occupation? Are you with someone? Please make him FINE with muscles, tall dark and handsome, and please tell me he fucks good if you do have someone.... please girl c'mon we deserve it. If you don't have someone, I hope we have gotten some nice d cause girl you know you need it now LOL! Oh yeah, maybe BTS tour this year? Will you have experienced it in Korea? That'd be SICKKKKK. I also hope you've found some good friends if you are abroad, or wherever you are in life. Our closest friend at the moment is Brooke. I'm going to really miss her if/when I move abroad. I really don't see myself not moving abroad. There are only a few circumstances that would hinder you leaving, and I can't take that kind of thing again. Please universe don't let things like that happen this soon. Give me a f-ing break PLEASE. FUCK. Some things I'm currently worrying about is what will happen with Brendan and the house when I move. As well as the girls. He doesn't have a job, and he will be taking over the house completely. Currently we have a good relationship with each other. I wonder what it'll be like in the future...please don't get back with him...you deserve so much more you know that. I'm also worried about what my life will be like in Korea. I'm not too worried about lonliness....idk why but I have a feeling I will embrace it. I hope I do at least. I'm a little worried I won't like teaching, but I'm pretty open about new things. I also better be in Busan!!! I'm a little worried about the state of the country (US) haha...but whatever. I'm worried about what life will be like AFTER the year in Korea. Will I have enough money to stay? Will I stay another year? Will I get a real job? Will I move back? Will I move elsewhere? So many things I can't answer now, which I'm trying to be okay with. Some things I enjoy right now, for a change of topic, I love audiobooks, LADSSSSS (Sylus my real lover and textbook perfect definition of a boyfriend), house music (not into a lot of kpop at the moment), I'm obsessed with going to Forest Park and go literally every chance I get, Ladstwt, Icey Eyed Cosplay (I wonder if you'll remember this in the future haha), hmmm what else...kinda want a lip piercing right now. I have a feeling I might go get one on impulse soon. I have been working on skin care and getting healthy. I'm a hopeless romantic, as I always have been. I guess I'll leave you off with all that info! I can't wait to see what we're doing in the future, and I think you will enjoy ready this later too :) Love you!
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kyndahot · 5 months ago
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CONTINUING THIS! this.. is so much longer than I intended it to be LMFAOOO *throws this at you like bird seed*. ALSO something about us - daft punk is their song. I do make the rules now. Seer Obscura's text is in purple for clarity's sake-- I'm not confident enough in my writing or grammatical ability to trust their dialogue is legible otherwise LOL I could get away with it more confidently in shorter posts seer obscura can cook morgan has a cat & a green thumb
So Morgan offered them his bedroom to sleep in while he was away but he isn’t very confident that they actually take him up on the offer from their very hesitant “I’ll decide later.”
He didn’t push it past that— if they were uncomfortable with it then his couch could make a decent pull out and he had some extra bedding in the hallway closet to make it a better place to sleep.
It’s really late into the night when he arrives back home, Seer Obscura texted him earlier in the day that they’d be heading out after they fix up the apartment.
“I can take care of it myself, friend. Just take care of Sage’s food and water bowls and head out.”
“Morgan, it’s fine. I wouldn’t feel comfortable if I didn’t leave it sparkling.”
He lets out a tired, breathy laugh. “Fine, if it helps you sleep at night.”
“You know it will.” ⸙⸙⸙ Unfortunately, he receives news at the airport that his flight would be delayed by a number of hours. He calls Seer Obscura to let them know. "Feel free to just head on out anyway. I'll probably hole up in the closest hotel when I land and get home tomorrow. Sage is good about eating only when she's hungry so just give her a tiny bit more food than usual and she'll be fine until I arrive." "No problem, get home safe, Morgan. And let me know when you land, alright?" "Of course, have a good rest of your day." ⸙⸙⸙
Its deathly quiet when Morgan enters the apartment. With a sigh, he just drops his bags unceremoniously at the door, peeling off his blazer and tossing it on the couch as he passes by. He opted out of the hotel room, he was plenty homesick as it was and he'd survive a few hours of missed sleep if he could see his cat and cozy apartment again. Dragging his feet lazily down the hallway, he stops to graze his hands across the leaves of his split leaf monstera. It warms his heart to see that all of his plants seem to be as lively as ever in his absence--he wasn't ever worried that they would decline under Seer Obscura's care. if he didn't give them better instructions he was sure they would throw themselves head first into research on plant care. A yawn escapes him as he shuffles down the hallway, wayyy too tired to bother getting ready for bed— he had every intention of just belly flopping into bed in his work clothes. That is, until he opens the door and makes out a human shaped mass under his covers. Sage, his ever so doted on russian blue, immediately gets up from her curled up position by Seer Obscura's frame and stretches before hopping off the bed and running her silver-furred body against his calves. Morgan wasn't very careful about how loudly he swung the door open so it doesn't take long before Seer Obscura stirs, lazily dragging their upper-half to sit up. "Morgan? I thought you would be arriving tomorrow?" It takes him a second to come to his senses before responding. "I didn't think you'd still be here." Rubbing their eyes, they let out a small hum. "Well, I did finish cleaning up relatively early but I decided to--" they pause for a beat before continuing. "Hm... you'll see it in the morning, I'm sure. Point is, I was going to stay behind to keep watch until early tomorrow morning." Without thinking, he finds himself moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Keeping secrets from me? That's more cryptic than I'm used to you being--nowadays, anyway." He can barely make out the small tired laugh Seer Obscura lets out, "Yeah, well, it's taking a lot of effort to not spoil the surprise. Oh, let me move to the couch--" Morgan places a light hand on their shoulder to stop them, "Hey, hey, you're good where you are. I'll take the couch tonight." "Morgan, it's your bed. It got plenty of use from me while you were away." He feels himself grin at the thought. "Really? I'm glad to hear it-- but still. You're fine where you are." Seer Obscura grumbles before scooting to the other side of the bed and slapping the side now unoccupied. "Then we're sharing the bed." Morgan coughs on his own spit at their suggestion. There is no hesitance in their voice, just unwavering nonchalance at the idea. "I-Im sorry?" "If I'm to stay here then you're staying with me. We're adults, I can trust you to behave if we share a bed. And well, I doubt you take me for the type to get handsy." The man laughs, "Uhh, I guess? If you don't mind at all? Do you want me to like... sleep with my head on the other end of the bed? Or we can put a pillow between us--" Groaning, Seer Obscura flops back down and turns their back to him. "You're ridiculous. Sleep how you like, Morgan, but decide quickly before I sleep on the floor to spite you."
"Ouch! Fine, okay. Goodnight, friend." "Goodnight, Morgan." ⸙⸙⸙ The two go to sleep knowing that someone occupies the space next to them, so there isn't much tossing or turning from either of them. Still, its a comfortable rest. Seer Obscura is the first to wake, eyes fluttering open to find they've turned to face Morgan at some point in the night. His expression is soft, the light weaving its way through the thin curtains bathe his skin in a soft glow. They're glad to see him rest so soundly after what sounded like exceedingly boring back-to-back meetings. They look down to see Sage had saddled herself in between the two of them, leaning against Morgan's side with a content light purr. Smiling softly, the seer moves to pet the cat until they notice the weight stopping them from doing so. Morgan's hand was resting atop their own. ⸙⸙⸙ When Morgan awakes, Seer Obscura is already gone, but they leave behind a text advising him to check his fridge. The grin that spreads across his flushed cheeks is unwavering for the rest of the day when he sees the inside of his fridge is filled with containers full of different foods, his favorite foods, meal-prepped for the day-- even more lining the inside of his freezer, enough to last him a couple weeks. For the remainder of the week, he enjoys that his apartment smells of them. Both of their cooking and of their person.
Seer Obscura plant/cat sits for Morgan while he’s out of town for a week and freaks the fuck out bc they don’t have the slightest idea of how to take care of plants. They just volunteered because Morgan has pretty eyes and a pretty smile with cute dimples and he mentions that he needs to find a sitter and before they know it they’re standing in his apartment with his keys in their hands.
The note he leaves behind is pretty vague and when he’s guiding them through his apartment, Seer Obscura reaches for his hand to stop him in his tracks, waving the note in their hands.
“What is a little bit of water to you? A little bit of water? Like… a cup? Half a cup? How many seconds do you count down when you’re pouring water out of a watering can? Or do you use a hose? Don’t laugh, I’m being serious, Morgan.”
Morgan gave them more concrete measurements (mostly for their sake, how much a certain plant needs of something he’s long been using muscle memory for) and they take it so seriously they’re actually pulling out measuring cups & spoons for it. Whenever he gets a text during a meeting he has to take a deep breath and keep his expression as stoic as possible because the way they talk in person vs the tone of their texts is so juxtaposed—he can’t imagine their voice in his head being this frantic and he so badly wants to laugh.
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ouiouibaguettt · 2 years ago
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Love beneath the shirt pt.2
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Jana Fernandez x Aria O’Hara (oc)
@liverpoolfan96​ here is the part2!!
warnings: no one
words: +1k
Masterlist - part.1
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ARIA’S POV:
When I messaged Jana, a week after our match, I couldn't remember ever having been so nervous in my life. I was at Lola's house that night with Carmen and Virginia, and I saw that my phone had vibrated. When I looked at it to see what was going on, I had a sudden rush of heat.
@janafernandez3 liked your story @janafernandez3 replied to your story: 😳😳
The story in question was a photo of me lifting weights that the team photographer took. "I think she has a crush on you Ari" Carmen said to me as she appeared behind me. "AHH!" I exclaimed, jumping up with my phone in my hands. "You scared me Carmen never do that again" I said with my hand in my heart after grabbing my phone in midair. "Oops?" she apologized as she sat back down next to Virgina. "Do you think I should ask her out like tomorrow night?" I asked Lola, "I think it would be good for you two to get to know each other a bit more" she said as she thought about it "And you'll be cute together" she added as she pinched my cheeks. "Yes, look at baby America and baby Spain together!" she said a little too excitedly. "Well I'll ask her then" I said with a little nervousness in my voice.
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It was time for my meeting with Jana, I would be lying if I said I wasn't stressed. I was currently at the meeting point, looking at the latest stories and posts on instagram, when I spotted her. "Hey Jana" I said as I stood up to greet her, "Hi Aria" she said, "Are you ready to go?" I asked "Yes I'm ready, let's go I've been looking forward to this since last night" she admitted as she looked down at the ground, her cheeks flushed "Is that true?" I asked pleasantly surprised, "Of course I was looking forward to it Aria, don't doubt it" she said as she looked at me with a beautiful smile. "Thank you, your smile is very cute too" she told me as she started to walk forward. "I spoke loudly right?" I asked blushing, catching up with her "Yes but it's cute" she said.
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I don't know how much time has passed since then but I know I don't want it to stop. "Why did you choose to be on loan this season? "she asked, "Honestly, I always looked up to my sister Kelley, growing up, and it was through her that I discovered the sport but the thing is, I'm younger and less experienced than her, so despite the games I play whether they're good or bad I get compared to her, At Gotham FC I wasn't Aria O'Hara, I was Aria, the little sister of the big star Kelley O'Hara, and that played a lot on my mind because I can't talk to my sister about it and that's how I ended up in the club office asking for a loan. "I admitted. "It must have been very complicated, but I'm glad you went on loan here in Spain," she said. "Why Atlético de Madrid anyway? Were there no other clubs? Not that I'm criticizing, I'm just wondering?" she added. "I'm glad I was loaned out here too, I must admit, I've met some very nice people" I confessed. "And I don't really know, I just know that it was a good team and that I could only get better as the season went on" I said. "Great meetings eh? Who are they?" she asked. "Virginia, Lola and Carmen are definitely nice to meet but I was surprised by this beautiful girl from Barcelona" I admitted, "Oh yeah? And what is this girl like off the field?". Hm, I don't know, what are you like off the field?" I asked with a small smile. "I don't know, I'd say, adorable, cute, nice" she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "You forgot beautiful" I admitted.
When I pulled out my phone, I was shocked to see that it was already 00:46. "Should we go? You have practice tomorrow and I don't want your team to arrive in Madrid because you didn't sleep much because of me" I asked, "Yes you're right" she said as she got up from the sand and held out her hand to help me up. "Anyway I loved this evening with you. I can't wait to do it again soon," she admitted, smiling at me, "I also enjoyed the evening with you, Jana. And I can't wait to do it again," I admitted, imitating her smile, "Go on, I think Bruna will be worried if you don't," I added, "Oops, have a good flight home and let me know when you've landed. Good night Linda" she said kissing my cheek before walking in the opposite direction of me. "Good night Jana" I said a little late.
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"I still can't believe you flew to see a girl" is the first thing Virginia says to me when she sees me at the airport, "Wow, hello to you too how are you?" I say as I hug her. "Oops sorry, how are you? Did your flight go well?" she asked "Yes it did, my flight went well thank you" I said. "And to answer your question, what I can't believe is that it went very well and that she is also looking forward to doing it again soon" I said with great enthusiasm. "I'm glad it went well for you then" she confessed, putting her arm around my shoulders as we left the airport. "Off to the house now," she announced. "I can't wait to get back to my bed and the girls" I admitted between two yawns.
TO jana💙❤️ I'm home safe don't worry.
FROM jana💙❤️ Ok nickel, rest well tonight for your training, good night linda, x
TO jana💙❤️ Thanks, good night to you too Jana x
When I went to bed that night I had never been so happy in my life and I hope it lasts.
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doudouneverte · 2 years ago
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a/n: i didn't want to not post anything this week so i write a little thing.
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*not my GIF* (she's badass like this.Marvel bring us back our queen!!)
Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader; Kate Bishop x Little!Widow
summary: (i watched a lot of couple video on youtube) R prank her girlfriend because she's bored
Type: Fluff
Warning: nothing
word count: ~1257
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The recent week was boring in the tower; you couldn't go on a mission because you got hurt on your last mission, so after an hour on your phone, you think about something. Ten minutes later, you were in Yelena's bedroom.
"So, you want to prank your girlfriend because you're bored?" your sister asked, and you nodded. "Let's go I'm in." she said. That's why you liked Yelena; she was always ready to prank anyone, and even if she liked Kate, the brunette was clearly her favorite target. "So, what did you plan?" she asked, and you smirked.
"She should come back tonight with Clint. We don't have time to set up a big thing, so I'll try to upset her by calling her by her full name." you said, and the blonde frowned her eyebrow. "She doesn’t like when someone calls her Katherine; we will see how long she could handle this." you explained, and your sister smirked. She didn't think about something so obvious.
Later this day, you were with Yelena on the couch, watching a movie with the other Avengers in the tower, when Friday told you that Kate, your girlfriend, was back from her mission with Clint. When she came in the living room, she greeted everyone and made her way next to you.
"Hey babe, I miss you." she said before she kissed your cheek. You kissed her back, and when she started to feel at home, you shocked her.
"Hey Kate, how was your mission?" you asked her, and she frowned her eyebrow. You have stopped calling her Kate since you started dating.
"Uh, well. It was more easy than they thought." she replied. Nobody said anything more, and you just finished the movie. It was still early, so Sam decided to watch another movie, and you all agreed. But before that, you wanted some snacks, so you stood up, but you didn't miss asking your girlfriend if she wanted something.
"Katherine I will grab snacks; do you want something?" you asked, and all the noises instantly disappeared. You didn't see it, but the guys started to feel uncomfortable, but Yelena and Tony smirked.
"Uh. Just a soda, thanks." she replied, and you nodded before leaving, and your blonde sister followed you. When you were in the kitchen, your girlfriend looked at Natasha. "Did I do something to her?" she asked, and your older sister was also surprised.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." the redhead said.
In the kitchen, you were packing some snacks with the help of Yelena, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You should see her face." she said, and you smirked.
"Okay, it was funny, but I don't like to see her like that." you said. "I'll make up tonight." you added, and the Russian nodded. You quickly returned to the living room and took your seat next to your favorite black-haired person after you placed the snacks on the coffee table. "And a soda for my Katherine." you said, holding her soda can. The rest of the night went well. Kate thought you just had a bad day, but tomorrow you'll be right, no?
Unfortunately, no. When she woke up, you were running your hand through her hair. "I just woke up, and you want to make me sleep again." she joked, and you smiled. You gently kissed her, and she smiled like a teenager. She loved it when you kissed her; that meant a lot to you because of your past, but the morning kiss was her favorite. There was no one there, just you two.
"Good morning, Katherine." you whispered with a strong morning accent, and you almost laughed when she frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to talk, but she was interrupted by knocks on the door.
"Y/n, I need a new partner for this morning!!" Yelena yelled.
"Duty call," you said, and after 30 minutes, you were out with your sister. Kate started to be pissed off, and you didn't really calm her down because you called her 'Katherine' during the entire week. The next Monday, she started to feel overwhelmed. She was in the kitchen with your two sisters when you showed up, you kissed her cheek like always, and you greeted your sisters. You ate some of Yelena's mac and cheese, and you decide to ask a favor to your girlfriend. "Katherine, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you asked with your puppy's eyes, but she just glared at you.
"It's not the right name," she mumbled, and you knew she was angry, but you didn't want to end this now.
"The last time I checked, you were Katherine Bishop. So, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you repeated, and she smacked her hand on the kitchen counter.
"Who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked, visibly pissed off.
"It's yo-" you tried to say, but you were cut off.
"No, it's not me. Katherine Bishop is gone!" she said loudly, and Yelena used all her strength to suppress her laughs. "For everyone, it's Kate! For Yelena, it's Kate Bishop! For Nat, it's little hawk! For Alexei, it's Little American. For Melina, it's Y/n's girlfriend! But for you, Y/n Vostokoff, it's Katie, babe, baby, moya lyubov'(my love), hot stuff, printsessa(princess), milaya devushka(cutie girl), moya zhena(my wife) or the future mother of my children!" she exclaimed. "So, I repeat myself, who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked.
The kitchen was silent for a moment. It was really not her thing to raise her voice to you, she was always so lovely and caring. "Wow, Y/n you mess up." Nat said, and Yelena finally laughed. Their voices brought you back.
You quickly stood up and gave your girlfriend a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie baby; it was just a prank." you explained, and you chuckled. "If I knew you would be so upset, I would do that earlier." you joked, and she slammed your arm before escaping from your grip.
"I thought you were upset with me, dipshit." she said, and you gasped.
"Kate Bishop, my future sister-in-law, how you called her." Yelena said, and you chuckled.
"I'm sorry." you repeated. "I love you, moya lyubov'." You kissed her and melted when your lips connected with hers. "How could you forgive me?"
"Cuddle with me" she said immediately. "And you'll come with me to Lucky's walk later." she added, and you nodded.
A few hours later, you were in Central Park for Lucky's walk, your finger intertwined with Kate's. She was talking about her week, and something came to your mind, you stopped, and she looked confused.
"Did you mean it?" you asked, and when she showed you, she didn't understand what you were talking about, so you explained. "About being the mother of my children."
She smirked, "I don't mind, but before we have to do something." she said, and you smiled.
You spent the rest of the walk smiling to yourself. This night Kate was fast asleep on your chest, and you just ran your hand through her hair. You were thinking about everything, and you finally thought about something, or more precisely, someone. You looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Yeah, one day she'll be your wife.
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