#theu should kiss now

[cc-kote]

Are you guys seeing a pattern here? Because like. Come on.

[ha1taniwh0re]

Childhood crushes

Warnings: poly sex, oral(m and f receiving)

Not very proud still working on writing poly sex

When I was a teenage girl I always loved boy group called D€L1NQUENTS. I would always dream about all members. The group has 4 members, oldest Ran Haitani than his brother Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and youngest Sanzu Haruchiyo. Ran is a leader of the group and lead rapper, Rindou is main rapper, lead dancer and center, Kokonoi is visual and face of the group also lead vocalist and our maknae of group Sanzu is main dancer and main vocalist. I could never choose one to be my bias so I had a crush on all of them. They gave me dream to debut too and I did, not as idol but as dancer. THERE dancer. When I found out that I will from now on work with my childhood crushes I almost fainted. Today I came early to practice a choreography that Im making for some girl group. When I opened the door of dance room they were inside just chilling and waiting to start practice.

"Good morning everyone" I said and bowed.

They looked at me and smiled.

"Good morning to you too (name)-chan" theu said together.

"You came early today, can we know why?" Ran asked.

I put my water bottle and belongings on floor and looked at them.

"Im doing a choreography for Lula so I wanted to make something before we start our practice for your concert" I said and smiled.

"Mind if we watch you?" Rindou asked.

"No problem at all"

They moved somewhere so they won't be in my way while I dance. A choreography was more sexy style so when I finished Im not surprised by what happened next. Boys were smirking at me and came very close to me.

"Can I help you??" I asked a little bit nervous.

I mean I still like them so yeah I am nervous when they are close to me. Ran was behind me and he pressed my back to his front part and played with my hair. Rindou and other two were in front of me just smirking and eyeing me.

"Tell us (name), is it true that you want us? That you dream about us fucking you till you can't walk?" Ran asked me whispering it in my ear.

I blushed a lot and when I wanted to turn to face Ran, Koko took my hand and pulled me to him. Our lips were just millimetres away.

"Yes or no babygirl?" He asked.

"I-i.... I do" I said a little bit embarrassed.

"Well we still have 1 hour more till others start to come" Rindou said.

"More than enough to satisfy this princess right here" Sanzu said.

Koko was still holding me but when he wanted to kiss me he stopped.

"You want this?" He said.

"Yes"

"Than say it" he smirked

Even tho I was horny at that moment I was still shy.

"Please guys"

I looked at other 3 who were smirking too.

"You should watch yourself doll" Ran said

I was confused at first but second later Koko took my head and turned me to look at him and kissed me. We were kissing for good 2minutes but others weren't of course just standing and watching. Sanzu was kissing my neck, Rindou was behind me, his hands were traveling on my body and Ran started to undress me. When Koko and I stopped kissing to catch some air Sanzu pulled me by my neck and kissed me hungry. Ran and Koko took each of my breasts and started to kiss, lick and suck them. I started to moan into Sanzu's mouth and Rindou took opportunity to slip his hand in my panties.

"Fuck... guys"

"Isn't it feeling good baby?" Koko said

"Aren't... h-here cameras??"

"Who cares?" Rindou asked while kissing my neck.

"They will enjoy with us" Ran said

"B-but someone can send it t-to medias"

"And what? Is this a rape?" Sanzu asked

"N-no"

"Than it's just celebrity porn" Koko said.

"Rindou please don't stop"

"Looks like someone likes this situation" Rindou said.

Sanzu, Ran and Koko got away from me and Rindou, I turned around and started kissing Rindou while he was fingering me. I don't remember how but we got to sofa. He took my panties off and started to eat me. Other 3 came to us but this time naked. Ran was playing with my breasts while I was sucking and giving handjob to Koko and Sanzu.

"Fuck baby you are good at this huh?" Koko said

"Damn Haitanis you should try this" Sanzu said.

"Well let's switch" Ran said.

Now Koko was the one who was eating me and Sanzu was playing with breasts while Haitanis were having there time.

"Fuck it baby I need you" Sanzu said.

I was confused a little but than I felt him entering me and damn he was huge.

"Sanzuu it's too big I can't"

"You could suck, you will handle it too"

He started to go fast and it felt like heaven.

"Omg Sanzu yes right there please"

Other 3 were smirking at me for enjoying this moment.

"Fuck im close"

"Awwww princess you want to cum?" Ran asked.

"Yes please"

"Well you need to ask nicely" Rindou said.

"Please guys Im begging you"

"Not asking but she said please" Koko said.

"Come on princess cum on his dick" Ran said.

I didn't need to hear it one more time because I came all over Sanzu's dick. When I started to catch breath Koko put me on all four and entered me.

"FUCK KOKO "

"Baby is a little bit sensitive huh?"

"You can take his dick doll right?" Rindou said.

I nodded as yes but damn there dicks were huge. They changed so many positions. The last one was me on top of Koko while I was sucking other 3. Do I have to say that I cumed like 10 times? After all of them finished I almost fall asleep but than I felt some hands and like someone sat on sofa.

"Princess are you alright?" Ran asked.

"mhmm"

"Doll let's dress you up and we go to drink some water okey?" Rindou said while helping me to stand.

They weren't really gentle so I fall immediately, but Sanzu and Koko caught me.

"Woops careful baby"

They helped me to dress and gave water and some crackers. We all sat on sofa and they give me attention and everything and they were so sweet.

"You were doing great baby" Sanzu said.

"Yeah you were wonderful love" Koko said.

Ran and Rindou were cuddling me.

"Hey princess do you want to repeat this sometimes?" Ran asked.

"Really?"

"Yeah beautiful but don't think of us just as sex partners okey?" Rindou said

"So something like dating?"

They looked confused a bit but then smiled.

"Yeah something like that" Koko said and kissed me.

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@depraved-ending @rybunnie @icarusthefoolish @elli4ever

[ducknotinarow]

as rl turtles go through mating/heat cycles, do your turtle muse(s) go through the same thing? if so how do they act? if not can we have some ship headcanons instead please and thank you?

Okay welcome to class if you can't tell I like this icon pfft.

So imma start with this disclaimer these are things that will effect and determine answers.

1. Speices of turtles

2. How human to mutan the turtles TO ME apper to be

3. How I personally see and write my muses.

Rise Rapheal

Raphael is an alligator snapping turtle he has a pretty small window of a mating cycle, meaning he's the most in the mood from late spring to early summer. For this version of Raphael he dose tend to get a bit bit but ya gotta remember Raph active worries about hurting his family alone so despite that he dosent bite hard it far more these soft lottle nibbles he's giving to yvoones shoulders at best. Normally, with another turtle, it is the top of their shell. Yvoone has those little feather like things on her shoulders when Raphs goes through his heat he tends to like naw on those the most. Now alligator snapping turtles actually don't make that much noise and chances are theu don't really churr I just let him cause it's cute. So raph doesn't use any sounds himself ots mostly thos bitting habit. Raph is a bit shy as well, so he likely nuzzles in against her neck, small nibbles to it using his deeper tone to say her name he knows she likes that after all.

Alligator snapping turtle funnily enough are very isolated turtles and spend a lot of time alone. Raph however os not like his speices in this way so that dosent factor into a chanhe behavior when it comes time for his Mating cycle.

2012 Raphael *so the best answer on what kind they are that I go with is from something Donatello says in that he thinks they may be Daimondback Terrapin and the shells lottle similar to me so that what this raph is.

Soooo daimond backs are hoes X'D raphs mating cycle is in may so once again spring primarily at night which works for someone who lives a nocturnal life style. Raph can be relentless in his attempts to mate, which sometimes results in aggression. And raph already aggressive, so it more he becomes far more bold in his advances on Casey.

Diamondbacks do have mating calls and such so raph definitely is making this chirp sound when he and casey are making out. He's moving to Casey's lap, or to take top, or he's using his strength to pin casey to a wall suddenly or loft them up. Raph not normally this aggressive in his advances. kissing them chirping, biting at their neck hard not a dangerous bite and churrs against thier neck. Mostly cause Casey likes to get bitten the churr thing is something raph just likes to do to casey any way mostly to mess with them.

2003/2007 Raph *03 was adaption of the mirage comics where the turtles are said to be red eye sliders so that where I'm going with this Raphael. Their mating cycle is from March to june sooo he gots a bit of a good window there. Raph is a bit of a dork when it comes to relationships. So he very bad at making it clear when he is going through that cycle. For one red sliders are know for touchingg the face of a mate they find attractive. Raph isn't afraid to touch Casey but I feel when he starts goingg into his cycle he'll suddenly start grabbing casey face more and to make it worse I feel this is when he's openly telling casey how he loves their eyes, or tells them they are amazing unprompted and this is Raph he has a hard time with the more romance so this should be the first clue but likes face it Casey likely not to get the hint XD They also just touch a mates face. What i'm saying is Raph can be bad at romance hes a great flirt and hes good with the phsycial expressing his emotions is so hard because of how he sort has set himself to be this tough strong guy and emotions get in the way of that. So when he starts feeling that heat he kind of forgets himself and becomes far more affectionate towards Casey. Red sliders are also pretty aggressive but I mean Raph is as well already and Casey has delt with him being demanding during sex its likely the more open affection that stands out here for Raph. Nuzzling in against Casey's next, ofc bitting turtles just like to bite what can I say. Red sliders are also fucking loud during sex this isn't just a heat cycle thing Raph just gonna maybe let things slip in the cycle since hes all hot and bothered and stating Casey is his mate at the moment. And yes if Casey says anything about how he acted Raphs running away XD just takes off for a fucking week to wherever he can pfft

Rise Donnie:

Soft shells turtles are a bit different compared to most when it comes to this. Which also fits how Donnie is, donnie has to be the one to initiate. Don just isn't all that great which physical touch unless he is the one initiating it either. He's not against it being the other way around but he's gotta be in the right mind set.

When he is in his cycle though it's pretty obvious because he far more touchy far more wanting to be around his partner for general affection he doesn't nuzzle he more nudges his head against them. Donnies got a pretty low libo so its very easy to understand what he is doing suddenly.

Mikey:

Ill be honest I haven't thought about him in this way XD like outside mentions on 2003 and 2012 raph on habits he might share? I just don't have much thought at this time on Mikey. I do have a ship for him but i haven't devolved it much atm so for now just know Mikey likely has the biggest shift in character when he gets in his own cycle. Mostly he just gets a bit aggressive not much but for mikey its a noticeable change.

[lorenzcvalentin]

Theus was- wow, he was just so... Well, he was kind of weird but in a really interesting way. He wasn't like anyone that Enzo had ever met before and that was- yeah, that was maybe a thing. Theus just smelled kind of different, magical in a way except there was no such thing as magic. Just, special. Like Lorenzo would have been able to find him in a crowd if he tried hard enough... Not that he should be sniffing around a crowd trying to find Epimetheus or anything. Was he smelling him right now? Okay, that was weird, the striker cleared his throat only aware then about how close the two of them were. "People like uh," Enzo's throat was dry because he was the only person that he could think about kissing Theus without wanting to kick the wall. "people like um." People like me. I wanna kiss you. I'm gonna kiss you right now and then, and then- Enzo's phone started to ring the tone he'd set for his abuela. "Sorry," Lorenzo said before he sat up and answered the phone before he slipped fluidly into Spanish. When they were done he hung up and looked back at Theus, the moonlight, the stars, he felt stupid. Very very stupid, but that was nothing new. "I gotta go uh, I forgot to pick up my tito from bingo and he's been waiting there for an hour and a half already." Enzo hoped Epimetheus wouldn't be too mad at him, "Maybe you can come over this weekend? I have a game but maybe after we could watch a movie or something. Skip the party."

"A lot of people? Like who?" And then Enzo was leaning in and Epi felt like he should probably lean in, too. Only it wasn't for a kiss. Instead, it was to ask if he had been crying. That was just so very disappointing. He had to keep repeating it in his head. Straight friend, straight friend, straight friend. "No," he said quickly as he tried to wipe away any wetness that had fallen from his eyes. That was so uncool of him. They were just friends though so it wasn't like he had to impress Enzo or anything. He just really wanted to because...well, he wanted to. He wasn't sure why. "You didn't upset me. I was just thinking about dodo birds. Why'd they have to go extinct?" He stopped himself from getting misty eyed again. It could've been from talk of the dodo birds or it could've been from the fact that he had a crush on some straight guy. How did one even get over something like that? It was really so embarrassing.

[myparadisechaos]

Meet

Steven Grant x Male!Reader

Part 1/8

Masterlist

Summary:

The end of one thing can be the beginning of another. And newly out of a reashonhsip Y/N Walker meets clumsy gif shop-ist Steven Grant on a Trip to London and Y/N might just start to belive in love again.

Warnings (kinda): Like 2 secs of Marc, the reader recently got out of a bad relationship,

Heartstopper Characters but you don't need to gave watched the series to understand :D

Few references tho

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*Y/N's Pov*

"Do we have to go?"

Tao asks Elle, moving closer to her as if that were possible.

"Yes! Plus I heard there is a Egyption exhibit on"

She turned to look at me, I had one earbud in, I was listening to 'What's it gonna be?' by Shura, but my attention is quickly grabbed by the mention of my current obsession.

" Wait really! Do you think they have anything on Taweret! She's the goddess of-"

"Uhhh"

Tao groans, Elle shuts him up wriu a kiss, leaving him a blushing mess.

"Hey you can't tell us of for PDA and pull shit like that!"

Charlie buts in from behind me.

"Well i think it's only fair now if-"

Nick didn't finish before Charlie pulled him in for a kiss.

"Guys! Stop making me feel so alone! Paris was bad enough! Plus you know about Aaron!"

"That was years ago!"

Darcy takes out her ear bud from the headphones she's sharing with Tara.

"Paris not Aaron, thats pretty bad"

Darcy mumbles after Tara nudged her.

"Still! And Issacs isn't here to vent to!"

I move on from the Aaron comment

"You mean to say your problems while Isaac ignores you and read whatever book his engrossed in!"

Tara adds, laughing at the word 'engrossed'

Before i can think of a response Elle speaks up.

"Guys! Look"

I look to where Elle was poiting and my eyes lit up.

"Look! They have a poster up for the exhibit! Wait.."

I walk faster in front of the group, in my rush to inspect the poster i bump into a stranger.

"Oh sorry"

I turn back to see surprising handsome stranger.

"Dont worry about it"

His accent makes him evern more attractive then i thought. When he looks up to meet my eyes i get a bettet look at his face i see his messy curly brown hair, alough it looks like he had just rolled out of bed it still made him look almost impossibly handsome. His beautiful brown eyes seam to grow even bigger the more i look at him.

"Y/N!!"

I here Tao shout, i look behind me to find the him standing at the doorway already, i thought i was ahead of them, how long have i been standing here?

"Oh sorry nice.. speaking to you"

I walked away, i slightly run up the stairs to meet Tao

"You mean staring, you barely did much talking"

Tao says mockenly as we walk through the doors.

"Shut up a grumble, my mood immediately picked up when i see the exhibit, i see the rest of the group looking at a sarcophagus, something inside me takes controll ad i walk over. Next thing i knew i was explaing eveythinh in so much detail, i wasnt even sure if everyone was listenig but i didnt care. I talked about how theu temoved evey oragn but the heart, as they belived they needed that to be judged in the underworld and that Taweret would guide them through and if you where worthy you would soend eternity in the peace in the Feild of Reed and if not your soul would be claimed buy the duat.

"Wow Y/N, you should really become a tour guide"

Elle says, i realise now she wad probably the obly one thats listening, Tao was clearly bored, but obviously wanyed to be close to Elle, holding her hand and playing with her hair. Tara looks like shes tring to look like shes listening but i can tell shes bored and Darcy is not hiding she would rather be anywhere but here, and Nick and Charlie were nowhere to be found.Alough they are me freinds and have been for so long i cant help but feel sad they wernt listening.

"Hey guys look!"

I turn around to see Nick and Charlie in the Gift, Nick shop, holding up a stuff Taweret.

"Oh my god!!"

I rush ovet and snatch ot from Nick and look at it with a goody smile on my face, the rest of the group follow behind.

"Guys! I have to buy this"

"Y/N its so over priced!"

Elle says, looking slightly concerned but is smirking at something, i try to brush it off untill i see everyone else doing the same.

"..why is overprice so funny?"

I ask, then the thoughts settle in, they where obviously laughing at me, my stuiped obsession with this. I shoudnt have gone on that rant i shoudnt have been to excited about a stuiped plush toy god im so s-

"Exuse me"

I turn round to see a blond women with a thick accent looking annoyed at me, i look at her name tag 'Donna' it reads.

"Are you gonna buy that because i have actual customer's and your in the way"

Bitch

"Actually i am"

I leave the group and walk over to the countet and place the stuffed animal on from before... and holy shit. Its the handsome strangers from before

"Hello again"

He says, not looking at me but at the stuffed Taweret, scanning it and tapping the screen. I look at his name tag

'Steven'

"Hi Steven"

I say, he looks up from the screen and seams caught of guard. Oh my gosh iv messed up.

"Ohmygodimsosorrythatwassoweirdandimsorryiju-"

"Hi Y/N"

Now its my turn to look shoked.

"Your freind called it out before, can i ask you looked to be in a rush?"

"Oh yeah.. well its..just and im not trying to slag of marketing! But um.. there is only 6 gods on the poster for the Enned but-"

"Theres supposed to be 7"

Oh my god.

Gods making up for the disaster that was Aaron by sending me this perfect man. Well, lets i just hope he like boys, and is single, who am i kidding no matter his sexuality he cant not be taken, i mean who woudnt. Hes cute. He lives Egyptian Mythology, at least i think or im over romanticising this but i cant help it.

"Yeah...and i wanted to make sure i counted right before i complaind to my friends but.. i dont think theyd.. never mind"

Alough he is positively the the most beautiful person i bearly even known

"No..its fine um that will be £20"

Wow. Talk about being over priced. But im here now and im and NOT going to back down, even as a broke collage student.

"Wow.. okay um.."

I fumble around in my green day wallet, i must have £20 somewhere maybe it i-

"Wait.. its on me"

I look up

"No.. Steven you dont have to i have here id i just-"

"If you feel bad you could buy me dinner"

Did his accent just change? It sounded American?? Must just be nerves.

"Yes!"

I blut out, maybe to fast, Steven probably looks more confused than me, but then it dawn on me im obly in town for a week, well 3 more days.

"But.. im visiting, i suppose we can ho out tonight and if it goes well we can keep in touch"

"Oh really?"

Steven looks disappointed, guilt eats me up even though its not my fault im dont live here,gosh im considering MOVING just to be with a man who i am yet to even go on a date with yet, but im heartbroken and hes hot.

"Um what hotel are you staying in? Ill pick you up i dont imagine you know your way around much"

I give him the name of my hotel amd my numbet, her writes it down in his hand.

"You do know sharpies are pernimaint right.. i will take ages to come off"

"Yeah.. well this is important"

I

Melted

This guy is little eveything i have ever wanted.

"Here"

He slides the toy across the counter

"Good choice by the way, maybe tonigjt qe can...talk about Egyptian Mythology?"

"I would like that very much Steven"

The smile on my face reaching my eyes, Stevens doing the same

"Oi!"

I turn around to be greated by Donna, or bitchface as i have named her now.

"Stevie stop giving love eyes to the customers and do your job!"

"Its Steven.. with a v"

He correct her, before i have time to pine over what he just said, i here my name being called

"Y/N!"

I turn around to see Charlie calling me over

"I heard i missed some stuff on Taweret, could you repeat it for me and Nick please"

My heart sweals with pride, maybe they do care.

"By Steven, ill text you"

"Laters Gaters"

I walk away, holding the plush to my chest and grinning like iv never before. I walk to meet Charlie and Nick, standing just outside the gift shop.

"Soooo"

Nick begins

"Shut up!"

I nudge him, in turn pushing Charlie as they where holding hands. They both stare at me as if waiting for me to say something.. witch i did.

"...i got a date"

"Did i just here date!"

Tao appears behind me out of nowhere

"Jesus Tao!"

He is followed by Elle, and Darcy, all smiling wildly, apart from Tara who looks concerned.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Y/N.. where leaving in a week and.. you cant take another heartbreak"

"Oh come on.. Aaron wasnt that bad!"

Everyone is silent.

"Sorry i was on a high, Aaron was terrible but i am ready to get my heart broken again!.... That sounded bad but trust me okay.. i can tell he's different"

"Okay..but dont say i didnt warn you"

"Taraaaa let the man live! He NEEDS to get laid!"

"Darcys right"

Charlie adds, i laugh at me friends, grateful but also worried they might be right, about the heartbreak thing, they are 100% right about the needing to be laid part

"Now Y/N, mind enlighing us on Taweret"

Nicks speaks up, earing a groan from both Tara and Tao, there partnes shusing them.

I turn around to see Steven already looking on my direction, i smile and wave at him, he gives a small wave back untill someone goes to the countet with a child wanting some sort of gummi. I smile and begin ranting to Nick and Charlie.

This trip got a whole lot interesting.

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

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Day6 At Their Weddings

parksungjinsfan

Hey 👋 I have request about day6 on your wedding day, like their reaction to seeing the reader in wedding dress, how will theu be yhe whole wedding, what music will they choose for a first dance, honeymoon details and such... Thank you🙏

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Word Count: 👁 👄 👁  I don’t even wanna try and find out lmaooo Warnings: -The length of these are quite different, and I am so sorry about that -I tried my best to avoid the mention of the reader’s parents or family, but if I have incorporated any family or extended family without noticing, I am really sorry and do ask you to let me know so I can correct my mistake. Thank you.

my years of watching ‘Say Yes To The Dress’ finally pays off

this is gonna be a rIDE, i dont know if this is the format you wanted it in, but this is what you’re getting lmao my bad.

Sungjin

some of the songs i listened to while writing -Circles by Golden -No One Like You by Dualties -Spaces by One Direction

OKAY, so

Wedding Dress:

For the wedding dress I pictured something elegant, yet relaxed. It’s very simple, but the lace detailing adds that little something I feel like. The sweetheart neckline is flattering no matter what your body type is, as is the bodice. 

You can pair almost anything to this dress, so jewelry could be a pop of color, or you could keep it more lowkey with some dainty pieces. 

Sungjin would appreciate the simplicity of the dress, that way it let’s your own beauty be the center of attention. 

Location:

I feel like a garden-wedding is bulls-eye for someone like Sungjin. It’s sophisticated, but with a childish-charm. The trees and fairy lights are a perfect combination. I don’t really have a lot other than that to say about the location in particular.

Music:

Your first dance would be so cute. I chose Your Song by Elton John, just because I feel like it adds to the sophistication of it all. It’s a classic song, that way it will be easier for your guest to enjoy the moment you two share, with you. 

I can imagine Sungjin practicing months prior, so that the dance would be perfect when the day finally is here. awh my heart

Honeymoon:

Hawaii, USA. Again, it’s classy, it’s sophisticated, it’s very on brand. You can relax all day, eat pineapple and other fresh fruits, go on excursions and explore. Hawaii is a place of many opportunities, so I can guarantee you and your newly-wed won’t go bored. 

The Wedding Day:

Sungjin paced around the room, thinking about every single thing that could go wrong. He was nervous beyond belief, but he would never let anyone know that. 

He had to admit that in the beginning of the planning process, he always laughed at the men who were nervous, cause what was there to be nervous about? You were marrying a woman you love, there is no simpler task.

But now he got it. Every feeling you could think of washed over him at the same time, but none of them stopped him from wanting to go through with it. 

In the chaos that washed through his head, there was one thought that stood out before the others. “I love her.” A knock could be heard on his dressing-room door, his best-mean peeking his head through. 

“They’re ready for you.” Dowoon spoke softly, not wanting to startle the groom. Sungjin nodded before looking at himself in the mirror. He had to look perfect for you. Dowoon made his way over and stood in front of him, so Sungjin no longer could see himself in the body-length mirror. 

“Nervous?” He asked as he fixed the collar of the groom. 

“Yes.” Sungjin finally admitted. 

“Getting cold feet?” Dowoon asked yet again, the slightest hint of panic in his voice. 

“Never in a million years.” Sungjin replied. 

Dowoon let out a breath of relief and took a step back to see if there was anything else on the suit that needed to be fixed or moved or tucked. But as he found nothing, he nodded his head, meaning Sungjin should head out the door and into the garden.

Walking down the aisle with his mum was something Sungjin never completely realized would be happening until she was standing there waiting for him. She was dressed in a peach-colored dress. She was after all one of your bridesmaids, so she wore the appropriate dress. 

He kissed her cheek before looping his arm with hers, then making their way down towards the pastor. The walk felt long, longer than it needed, because that just meant more time for his head to get even more chaotic and messy. But contrary to what Sungjin was sure would never happen- they made it to the end. 

He stood on his side, his hands folded into each other as he waited. 

The music changed ever so slightly, meaning the bride was on her way. Sungjin turned so he was looking directly at the door where you would come through, waiting excitedly. 

A few seconds passed, and the double doors opened, revealing you. Every messy thought, or chaotic state his brain had ever had vanished. Sungjin could finally think clearly, all because of you. 

You held your bouquet tight in your hands as you walked down the aisle. Your heartbeat picked up as you closed your husband to be. 

You finally made it to the end, and to be honest? You don’t remember 80 percent of the ceremony. The only part you truly and clearly remember were the two most important words you and Sungjin would ever share.

“I do.”

jesus christ

Jae

some songs i listened to while writing -California by Bernhoft -Twit by Hwasa -Somebody To Love by Abhi The Nomad

AIT

Wedding Dress:

Jae is.. well- he is Jae. And even with a gun to my head, I could not know why I feel like this is the perfect dress for his wedding- I just do. A sheath dress with lace detailing is elegant and sleek, yet light and airy. 

With the clean neckline, a dainty necklace would be enough, a small pair of earrings to go with it.

Jae would love the dress on you, but you could also wear a trash-bag if you so pleasebecauseue he is convinced you could pull off anything.

Location: 

The fun and the beauty of a beach wedding would go perfectly with Jae’s personality. The ocean air is a lovely detail for a wedding, it brushing against your cheek as you look at the love of your life, the last time he would be your fiancé, in a few moments- he would be your husband. 

Music:

For your first dance I’ve chosen You by Petit Biscuit. It’s a soothing song, with a vibe that could calm down the angriest of men. 

The song takes you back to the memories of when you first met Jae, as he was the one who introduced you to the song. The lack of lyrics mean nothing to you, as you have made your own meaning of it. 

Honeymoon:

As a man of many countries, Jae has been all over the world- so when you planned your honeymoon, he told you not to worry about if he has been there before or not. With that in mind, you booked your trip to Paris, France. 

Going for walks along the Seine, admiring the Eiffel Tower at sunset, or experiencing the magnificent art at the Louvre- all things you and Jae are planning on doing. 

The Wedding Day:

Standing a few hundred feet away from where the ceremony would be held stood one singular groom. His eyes were closed as he was standing with his hands in his pockets, feeling the gentle ocean breeze brush against him, like a thousand warm kisses peppered all over him. 

This was the most calm he had been in months, and he felt like he could finally relax his tense stance. Whatever happened from now on, it happened- and there was nothing he could do about it. He thought that would only make him more stressed, but there was just something about it that calmed him. 

“You lost?” Sungjin suddenly spoke from Jae’s right hand side. Sungjin happened to be Jae’s best-man, so it was, among other things, his duty to make sure the groom was okay

“No, I’m pretty sure this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Sounds cheesy though.” Jae replied with a chuckle, causing Sungjin to let out a snicker of his own. 

“You ready to do this?” Sungjin asked again after a few minutes, this finally opening Jae’s eyes. Jae nodded and they started walking back. 

The sun would be setting in an hour or so, so the heat was just perfect on the stunning summer evening. You and Jae had been planning this wedding for what seemed like an eternity, and you were both over the moon that the day was finally here. 

You were in a beach hut just by the place of the ceremony, looking at yourself in the mirror, inspecting your makeup. 

“You look stunning, dear.” Jae’s mother said from behind you, she also looking at your makeup. 

“Absolutely breathtaking.” A bridesmaid chimed in. You gave them both a smile and then got to your feet, shaking out your hands in a nervous manner. 

“You ready?” Your maid of honor asked you as she came into the hut from outside where the wedding would be. You looked at her for a second before nodding slowly. “Good, cause Jae just walked down the aisle, you’re up baby!” 

You gave her a look, but couldn’t keep a smile from joining the scolding eyes. “A little late with the heads up maybe?” You chuckled as you grabbed the bouquet from the table, making her laugh. 

The doors opened and you made your way over to the aisle, taking a deep breath as the ceremony properly started. 

You found yourself walking faster than you had during the rehearsal, but you didn’t care. You wanted to reach Jae as fast as you could, because the faster you got there, the faster you could start the rest of your lives together. 

holyyy

Young K

some songs i listened to while writing -17 by Pink Sweat$ -All Night Long by Machine Gun Kelly -Needs by Verzache

okay so

Wedding Dress:

For our main man Brian, I chose something bohemian-chic. It’s fun, it’s light, it’s stunning. The rustic vibe of the dress is something i think would fit perfectly with the theme of the wedding.

The whimsical essence of the dress makes it kind of hard to pair with jewelry. I can imagine some small raw diamond earrings, and maybe a single thread necklace with a light pendant. Anything too heavy will easily drown out the dress and make it seem almost messy. Not very cute.

Location:

Tall trees. The warmth of the wood mixed with the soft touch of lights and georgette fabrics laced in between the branches. The forest is the perfect place for such a wedding.

The birds chirping, and the trees talking- what could be more romantic?

Music:

Dancing on a patio in the forest, moving to the smooth rhythms of Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky. This song is awfully slow at first, but as it picks up after a few seconds, you can’t imagine anything other than twirling around in Brian’s arms, as if you were the only people in an empty forest, ready to be with one another until the end of time.

Honeymoon:

Perfectly matching the rustic theme of the wedding, your destination sends you to Rome, Italy. Whether it’s making a wish in the Trevi fountain or renting a vespa to go to the closest Gelato shop- Rome won’t let you down.

With a stunning view no matter where you look, it’s a perfect place for a honeymoon and to take hundreds of pictures of the trip you’ll remember forever.

The Wedding Day:

Taking a deep breath, Brian stepped out of the car that took him to where the wedding would be held. Jae, his best man, stepped out with him, hyping him up- but Brian’s mind was too occupied to hear a word of what he was saying. 

“- and I just know that if you want to back out, I know she would understand.” Was all Brian needed to snap out of it.

“Back out? What are you talking about?” He questioned as he stopped in his tracks. 

“You’ve been spaced out all day, and the face of pure panic isn’t exactly helping your case.” Jae pointed out. Brian caught himself frowning during multiple points during the day, so he could kind of make out where Jae was coming from, and he felt happy that Jae would let him back out of he wanted- but that was not the case.

“Have you lost your mind? I love her more than I can even begin to explain. Even with a gun to my head, I would never dream of backing out of our wedding.” Brian spoke in a cool and calm voice, making sure that Jae understood the value of his words. 

Jae gave him a nod. “I hear you, loud and clear.” 

From there, they made their way down the patio-ed trail into the woods where their wedding would be held, lights decorating the trees surrounding them. It was straight out of a fairytale.

Brian had to admit that he was scared about the wedding, but not because he didn’t love you- cause he did. More than anything. It was because he was scared he wouldn’t be enough for you.

You on the other hand was sat in a car on your way to the location, stressing out your brains. 

“What if I trip? Or what if I say the wrong name? I know that only happens to assholes in 90′s sitcoms, but-” Your rambling was cut off as your maid of honor called your name from next to you.

“Babe, you need to calm down! You’re not gonna trip, and you’re not gonna pull a Ross, okay? You’re gonna get there and wow everyone with your dress and your hair and your everything- and then you’re gonna marry the love of your life and start your forever okay?” She snapped you out of it.

You took a deep breath and nodded. You had gotten this far without any complications- so you only had one small step left, and that was to start your forever. 

“Okay, let’s do this.”

OKAY

Wonpil

some songs I listened to while writing -Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray -My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish -Can I Call You Back? by SHY Martin

Wedding Dress:

It’s big, it’s sexy but with elegance and class, it’s flattering to anyone- it’s perfect. A Princess-style wedding dress is such a gorgeous choice, no one would be surprised if Wonpil absolutely lost his breath looking at you. 

A dress like this is so beautifully simple, you can’t go wrong with some jewelry. Personally, I would avoid a chunky necklace, and rather opt for some longer, dangling earrings, letting your bare neck and collarbones make a statement of its own. 

Location:

Matching the personality of the dress, a Ballroom Wedding is elegant, it’s classy, and it’s so much easier to clean up than any of the other locations we’ve seen today.

A ballroom might seem boring to some, but it’s surprising what you and your husband-to-be can do with a bursting budget and a wild imagination.

Music:

For your first dance, I Will Follow You by Toulouse will be playing. An emotional song, perfectly conveying your emotions for one another, to your guests.

“Ever since you touched my hand, I knew.” The song sings. And it’s true. Both you and your husband can confirm that the first time you ever brushed your hand against his, there was a spark. Actually, more than that- it was fireworks.

Honeymoon:

With jungles, temples and waterfalls, Bali, Indonesia is the perfect destination to explore, have fun and also relax with the love of your life.

Renting a private tour guide one day, and just hiking to waterfalls and jumping into the water another day. Watching the sunset while being in each others arms, not being able to imagine a more perfect moment than that.

The Wedding Day:

“What do I do? The wedding starts in like forty minutes, and I have zero clues as what to say for my vows. I mean, of course I vow to love her until I take my last breath- but I want it to be special.” Wonpil stressed out loud. Maybe it was to his best man, maybe it was to the wall behind him- none of them could answer.

“Okay, your hair is as perfect as it can get.” Brian spoke as he tweaked the pieces that fell over Wonpil’s forehead. Wonpil shot him an unamused look making Brian chuckle. “I’m just messing with you. You look great.” 

Wonpil turned around to the full-body mirror and inspected that there were no pieces of dust on his suit, or scratches on his shoes. He sighed and nodded, agreeing with Brian’s statement, cause truth be told- he did look great.

“I can’t stop thinking about what she is gonna look like. And not only in the wedding dress. How she is gonna look sleeping on the plane to Bali, or how she is gonna look laughing at dinner- or how she is gonna look when we give our toasts. I can’t wait to look at her and be with her forever.” He sighed, grabbing the edges of his jacket and straightening it out even more, something Brian was pretty sure was impossible. 

“Why don’t you just say that?” The best man commented. Wonpil looked at him for a second as if he was hesitant, but soon came to realize it was actually a pretty good idea. 

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s simple but special, and it’s right from the heart.” He smiled, thanking Brian.

In the dressing-room across the hall, a particular bride was pacing back and forth, her bare feet making small noises as the underside of her foot made contact with the hardwood floor.

“I know I’m breathing, but it feels like I can’t breathe.” You muttered out, one of  your bridesmaids jumping to her feet to get you something to drink. She picked up her light pink bridesmaid-dress and ran for the kitchenette and roamed the fridge until she found a bottle of water. After tossing it to you, and you taking a sip- you thanked her. 

“Okay, I found it!” Your maid of honor suddenly burst through the door, making everyone in there turn to her and let out a sigh of relief. 

The it in question had been your bouquet, it being a collection of both your own and your husband-to-be’s favorite flowers. That was the reason it was so special- you had made it together. 

“Oh thank god!” You exhaled and walked to meet her at the door. You gently grabbed the bouquet out of her hand and looked at it in adoration. 

“Does that mean you’re ready to get married?” She asked in a hushed tone. You looked at her, then the flowers, then back up at her before you let out an excited sigh and nodded. 

“Let’s do this.”

Dowoon

some songs i listened to while writing -Heels by NoMBe -1901 - triple j Like A Version by Petit Biscuit -Drift Away by Sons Of Zion

Wedding Dress:

A-Line Wedding Dress, a sleek yet flowy choice for a rustic wedding such as your own. The soft silhouette and backless detail is a glorious mixture of sweet and sexy, coming together to make a stunning dress that is the perfect match for most anyone. 

The detailing in the lace is more than enough accent, but if you insist, avoid long, dragging necklaces and earrings. With the tone of the dress, dainty, rose-gold jewelry would be the best match.

Location:

A big, glorious venue for anyone with the wish of a fairytale wedding. A Castle is perfect for feeling like a Disney-princess on your big day. The candles and lights mixed with the aesthetic of exposed brick is enough to make the perfect wedding pictures- but why stop there? 

Most castles has a garden of sorts, often lined with large trees and fresh grass, making any wedding photo look like its dragged straight out of a movie. 

Music:

Your first dance will be one people would have to wait long to forget. Moving to the tunes of Happiest Year by Jaymes Young, holding your now husband close- an unforgettable feeling. You chose this song both because the melody is stunning, but also because the lyrics truly do speak to you. After being engaged for a year, both of you could confirm that it had in fact been the happiest year of your lives.

Honeymoon:

The Maldives. You might think it’s kind of cliché to go there for your honeymoon because it’s overused - right? Well, I can promise you, it’s for a reason. 

Whale shark tours, local markets, beach days, snorkeling safaris- the fun is close to endless. Whether you go there for the activities, or it’s for the views- there is no way you’ll be let down. 

The Wedding Day:

Standing in one of the towers of the castle, stood a single groom, looking out one of the massive windows. The reception was getting closer and closer, and the chairs down on the lawn was getting filled up with more and more of your friends and family by the second. 

“DOWOON!” The familiar voice of Wonpil called. The sudden noise didn’t even make Dowoon flinch as he had been expecting it ever since he got to his little hiding spot. The groom looked to the side to see Wonpil marching at him at a terrifying speed. “Why the hell are you not in your dressing-room? The wedding is about to start any minute now!” 

Dowoon had to snicker at Wonpil’s panicked state. You’d think he was the one getting married, truth be told. “Don’t worry, I was on my way there now.” Dowoon spoke calmly. 

One would think that on his wedding day, Dowoon would be a bit more freaked out- but he wasn’t. He had never been more calm, cool and collected in his entire life, and to him that meant something. It meant that even on essentially the most stressful day of his life, he was grounded, all because of you. 

You too had the same train of thought. Walking around in the flower garden on the other side of the castle, you hummed gently to yourself. You were on your way back to the dressing-rooms as the massive watch on the side of the left tower told you the wedding was soon to begin. Without a care in the world, your bare feet made their way through the soft grass, making you smile as it tickled your feet. 

As you got closer to the back entrance of the castle, then one you had exited through, the better you could see the figure leaning against the door. It was your maid of honor. She stood in a stunning dress, her arms lazily crossed over her chest, giving you a smile as she waited for you. “You enjoying yourself?” She asked as you got closer. 

“Yeah.” You breathed and stopped a few meters in front of her so you were still in the grass. 

“Nervous?” She asked again. You needed a moment to think about this one. Cause on one hand, of course you were nervous- but on the other, just the thought Dowoon made your shoulders relax and your jaw unclench, as you always found yourself in a relaxed state around him. 

“Maybe. I’m not sure yet.” You smiled as you spoke in the same way you had earlier. Your maid of honor chuckled at your words, then reaching out her hand for you to grab, leading you back to your dressing room to get your shoes back on, then getting you ready to walk down the aisle.

i really hope you liked it!! I’m so sorry it took so long- I wanted to do it just right!  Feel free to request again!

-bentley

[moonlit-imagines]

Calming Nerves

Wanda Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: hope ur well too em!!!

prompt: @the-radio-star: “hi! could you do a marvel imagine with Wanda Maximoff where she reassures the reader that they're safe after the Avengers rescue them from a Hydra base? thanks! I hope you are doing well”

You and Wanda sat side by side on the cold floor of the HYDRA base cell. She was playing with your hands in an effort to distract you, but it wasn’t working out so well. She could feel your heart beat faster and observed your other hand as it balled into a fist.

“Darling...” She placed her chin on your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “I can assure you, so long as I am with you, no harm will come to you.” Wanda’s hand trailed up to your cheek and led you to face her while she brushed your hair behind your ear.

“They should be here by now, Wanda.” You told her, looking her dead in the eyes. She knew you were beyond terrified, you’d never been captured before. And nobody had come to check on you in a long, long while. “I want to go home, I don’t know how much longer I cam take being in here.” Tears began to well in your eyes and it broke Wanda’s heart.

“Oh, I love you, y/n.” She pulled you into her arms while you succumbed to the emotions that fear brought upon you, running her fingers through your hair ever-so-gently, and whispering that you were safe with her.”

“This could be the end for us, my love.” You sniffled to her and she quickly pulled you back and grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Do not say that, you know it is not true. We will get out of here. Together.” She told you in a scarily serious way. “No one will lay a hand on you without answering to me, you have my word.” She gave you the gift of a kiss and by the time she pulled away, you heard gunfire. “See? What did I tell you?” The two of you rushed to your feet and patiently waited for your saviors to arrive before you. This savior happened to be Sam.

“You guys doing okay?” Sam asked as he looked for the controls to the glass door.

“We’re okay, Sam, thank you.” Wanda answered for the both of you, wrapping her arm around you as she felt you getting antsy.

“Don’t thank me yet...” Sam tried entering the access code a few times, but there was no luck. You were losing it while you were trapped behind this glass door. “Here goes nothing.” Sam threw a swift kick into the control panel, causing a malfunction that triggered the door to open. You took Wanda by the hand and yanked her out of the door before it had even fully opened.

“I’m so ready to get out of this place.” You took a deep breath and waited for Sam to give his word.

“The Quinjet is just beyond the east wall, we want you two out there immediately, we’ll be right behind you.” He tossed you the keys to the jet, which Wanda intercepted and spun around in her hand, which was hypnotic.

“Thank you, Sam, see you soon.” Wanda took the lead and pulled you through the base, using the bit of her energy she had left to throw HYDRA agents every which way so that theu kept away from her dear.

“Wanda, I hope you know you’re the most badass girlfriend I could ever dream of.” You admired her technique of protection and she turned back long enough to shoot you a wink.

“Glad to be the woman of your dreams.”

[imfallingdown-icantwakeup]

Fishmonger’s Daughter

Jaskier had a life that he walked away from to become a Bard. He has travelled across the Continent both by himself and with his Companion, Geralt of Rivia. What happens when they happen upon a familiar town and find a familiar face? Slow burn Jaskier/OC

Chapter Two: Devil Like You

Word Count: 3733

The sun streamed in steadily through the bare window, the warm afternoon sun warming my pale skin as I dressed in my finest clothes. I wanted to look good today for myself, for him, to show him that maybe there may be another side to me. A more feminine, womanly side.

Could Jaskier ever look at me the way I did him? I pull the sleeves of my white dress off one of my shoulders, leaving it bare before turning back and forth, seeing if I liked how it looked. The stark whiteness of the dress nicely contrasted the worn brown of the leather corset, making me look thinner and my bust larger than it truly was.

Still not enough.

I pulled the other down halfway and stood staring at my reflection carefully, my somewhat-tamed locks tied at the nape of my neck behind my shoulders while my mother’s silver ring gleamed back at me from around my neck from its perch right above my cleavage and decide that if this didn’t gather his attention, he was blinder than a bat and I have no chance. I was forever stuck to settle into being his friend. A title I had come to detest

“Ely! Elowyn, darling! Hurry along, Jaskier is already on his way!” Mom hollers from below as I struggle to tighten my corset from behind. I suck in a breath of frustration as I hear a small scuffle of feet hit the front door and run to my side of the house. Closing my eyes, I pray that my fingers pull the right ties to tighten from the top not the bottom before this intolerable bard-in-training enters my-

               “If you needed help, you could ‘a just asked, love.” His voice is so smug in that moment, so confident. I scoff as my hands and heart come to a standstill, his fingers softly flicking mine loose from the leather binds as he stands close behind me. Too close. The smell of dandelions, pears and lavender envelop me as I take a deep breath before I reply, not bothering to protest his closeness.

               “Didn’t your mo- “I pull a hand to my chest, eyes opening abruptly as he tugs the laces a bit too tight, the air vanishing from my lungs with my words, “-ther teach you not to walk in on a lady?” When he is done I turn and glare at him, trying desperately not to return the shit-eating grin he has on his face. The way that the light beams in through the window catches his hair in just the right way, making it look three shades lighter than it should. Large blue eyes look lighter as a ray of sun catches the orbs as theu crash with my simple brown ones. He angles his head towards mine, so our foreheads were almost touching as if to tell a secret.

               “It would work if you were a lady, you little devil.” He teases quietly before he turns and bolts away from me. I gasp at him for a moment in shock before I grab my boots and run after him.

               “Jaskier!” I yell at his retreating back as he runs to the tavern. I slip on the boots at the front door, eyes not leaving the path that he had taken. That little shit. I follow him in haste, arms down to try to stop my dress from whipping around me although the corset prevented me from running after him properly, a small giggle emitting its way from me uncontrollably as I race after him.

I could do this forever.

               I crash into the tavern, breathing sporadically from the damn corset being too tight as I collide with my mother. She giggles at my rough entrance, eyes dancing over to the boy leaning against the opposite post, his vibrant blue and purple back purposely to the entrance. I could tell from the rise and fall of his shoulders that he was out of breath as well. Damn him.

               “Sorry, Ma.” I apologize, half panting as I kiss her cheek, accepting the tankard from her aging hand. She waves me off with a small smile before her mossy green eyes narrow slightly at me. She pulls my hair from its spot tied at the nape of my neck, a small ‘tsk’ sent my way in judgement.

               “A woman lets her hair down every once and a while, Elowyn.” She chastises lightly, hand weaving its way through my hair, making my waves bounce back in their natural place. I roll my eyes as I take a drink of the bitter beer, wincing slightly at the taste.

               “Sorry, Ma.” I apologize once again, walking along side her to the table holding the rest of my family.

               “Lookie here, Orson!” Ma calls out to my father as we round the table, arm around my bare shoulders. I smile at him, excited that he finally got a decent few days off to spend with us to celebrate. “Isn’t this dress lovely?” She asks rhetorically, hand skimming down my sleeve, fingering the expensive lace. The corset I’ve had since I turned 16, the dress a gift Father got as a gift for my birthday from a passing traveler, or so he told me.

               “My little girl.” He coos, dark eyes meeting mine. Most say that I looked like my mother, dark red hair and high cheekbones. Smaller eyes than many of the other girls. I, on the other hand, always thought that I looked like the man before me, the man who spent everyday he had selling fish. Stinky, slimy, rancid fish that was barely worth the dirt on the bottom of his shoe by the time it got to our neck-of-the-woods.

               That never stopped him, not ever. Everyday that there was air inside of his lungs, Orson was out there, talking anybody and everybody into buying something from him so he could feed his wife and my brother and me. When Maddox was old enough, he had left. Gone off to be an adventurer, to get a taste of the salty air and the green grass. Mother had done nothing but supported his dreams, feeding that wandering spirit inside of him. Urging him to just go. He seemed to find his way back every now and then, a warm breeze passing through whenever he was able. This was one of those times, the day of celebrating not only my entrance into this world, but my best friend’s.

               “Daddy, please.” I protest, going to drink my beer once more. Not this early tonight, no please.

               “Just-Just let me say one thing? Just one, I promise.” He assures, tears gathering in our eyes. I blink as I chug the rest of my beer, shaking my head at the light-headed feeling it leaves me. He grabs one of my soft hands into both of his rough calloused ones, eyes not leaving mine as he speaks from his heart. “I hope you find someone who is brave enough to enter your storm and respects you enough to love the size of your waves. I hope that you fine someone who will relish the calm you can have, and who is eager to set sail on the expanse of your mind. I hope you find someone that cannot ever escape the love they have for you, because now they have you in their very blood, coursing through their veins always reminding them that you are the only sea worth exploring.” By the time he finishes, he has a stray tear or two running down not only his face, but my own. I hastily wipe them all away, his and mine, wracking my head, trying to find something acceptable to say. What can you say after your father lays his intentions bare to you like that? The man who has always sacrificed everything for you, not laying everything in front of you to see.

               “You said one. That was, at the least, three.” I tease, leaning on my toes to kiss his rough cheek. I turn to go grab some more beer, passing Jaskier on my way. Jas smiles at me in passing, raising his lute in my direction.

               “If I may have your attention, please!” Jaskier speaks loudly, gaining what he wishes. I, however, ignore him as I get some more beverages. I know that I will not survive this night sober. “Lovely ladies and proud gentlemen. If I may.” He stalls, bowing slightly as he catches me eye while I turn. There is a mischievous smile on his face, and I don’t trust it for a moment.

               “Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger; Come quell your daughter’s hunger,” He sings, rather beautifully may I add. I smile at him, but his smirk only widens. Why does that worry me? “To pull… On my horn… As it rises in the morn’!” He sings gleefully, smile ever broadening on his beautiful face. He did not! “For tis not, but bad luck to FUCK with a puck!” By this time others are clapping in time with him, and I cannot do more than stand there and place a hand over my mouth. What in the name of everything holy… “Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young FAUN! Bleating and baying, all day, hey! Ho!” I drink another tankard of beer before heading over to my parents, face red from embarrassment. “The fishmonger’s daughter, ba! Ba!” His voice trails behind me as I plop beside my father, face red from his incessant singing. He starts over from the beginning, other drunkards joining in this time with a laugh. My father elbows me with a smile of his own nodding towards Jaskier dancing and singing in front of his beloveds. He could keep them then and write embarrassing songs of them too, if he so wished.

               “If he’s going to make a profit from us, you may as well stake your claim, eh?” He teases as I take another greedy drink from my cup. I sputter as I slam the cup down, earning a laugh from the table and catching the eye of a very annoying bard.

               “You’re not making any of this better.” I mutter, ignoring the lot of them. A warm feeling flows through me, and I no longer know if it’s from Jaskier’s song or the alcohol swirling its way through my body. At this point, it may be a mixture of both. And that didn’t bother me in the slightest.

                  “Elowyn, wake up.” Jaskier speaks into my ear, shaking my shoulder softly. “Elowyn, we don’t have time for this. Wake up, Geralt’s going to leave us and it’s going to be your fault.” He whines from above me, shaking me harder. The sun had yet to rise, the small room still dark. The only light that illuminated the room was one that Jaskier had brought with him, a lone candle that was lit and sitting on the dresser by my lonely mirror.

               “You sound like a child.” I groan, pushing him away from me as I stand beside my bed, not bothering to be modest. I was wearing a nightgown. I trudge over to the clothes laid out on the chair, turning my back to the man as I lift my dress over my head. I hear him clear his throat from behind me and I look over my shoulder to see him turned around, hands on his hips. He was pointedly staring at the closed door; his shoulders tense and I could feel the hardened stare he was giving the wall. Maybe Jaskier had turned into a man since his departure.

               “You’re acting like a child, you devil.” He quips, running a hand through his hair, giving a slight tug at the chocolate locks. I laugh as I turn and finish getting dressed, pulling a blouse on before stepping into a corset before my trousers. I hold the offending leather up under my arm as I tie my pants, sighing as I reach behind me to lace the damn thing up. Before I get a chance to fail at fastening myself up, I feel a familiar flicking at my fingers and I drop my hands with a small giggle, shaking my head as a sense of de ja vu floods me. “I guess some things never change.” Jaskier teases as he laces it up rather tight.

               “Have I ever complained about your lacing techniques?” I ask mindlessly, mind still hazy from sleep. He chortles lightly behind me before he loosens the cords slightly, leisurely sliding a finger between my back and the material. I can feel the heat trail from his finger on my spine through the thin material of my shirt pump through my sleepy body making everything feel so damn good.

               “Does the demon feel better now?” Jaskier asks mockingly in my ear as he attentively removes his finger, hot air fanning the outer shell of my ear. I breathe in the scent of dandelions and lavender and close my eyes to relish this moment. To ingrain that smell into my being, to remember how the heat feels as it pumps through his finger to my limbs, if only for a transient moment.

               “Yes, very much so.” I respond, walking away from him and his sinful touch, to grab my boots. I throw some socks and boots over my feet and nod to my small bag sitting by my door. “If you could be so kind and take that down to my gelding. He is tied at the inn, the spotted blue roan. His name is Hamish.” I order, standing as I start opening a side pack, counting coins mindlessly. Space. I needed space to wake up.

               “Am I selling thee my soul as well?” He complains, grabbing the pack on his way out of the door, sending a vaguely shocked look my way at the seemingly weightlessness of the bag. It would almost be believable if I didn’t hear the smile in his voice as he spoke the words.

               “Whose acting like the child now, Jaskier?” I call after him lazily, grabbing only the essentials off the top of my dresser. With my mother’s wedding ring finding its way around my neck, my father’s dagger slipped inside my side pack for protection while carrying Maddox’s gloves I stand and take a last look around the small crowded room I’ve come to call home. I’ve spent five years of my life here, surviving while trying to live. I grab my long cloak from beside my dresser, tying it around my throat as I think of all that I truly am leaving behind, and realize it’s not much. If anything at all.

               I take a deep breath before I place the gloves inside my pack as well, tying my hair at the nape of my neck. Hopefully Jaskier won’t tire of me easily, not even after I become a nuisance. The air doesn’t feel as light without the bard around.

               The steps feel as if they are made of ice as I stumble down them as I step outside, the rain the night before slickening the path to the inn. Now the trick is to get the least amount of mud possible on myself while getting across town. Great. I take a step into the dark sludge and wince internally while sighing, hating the feel of the wet ground beneath my feet. Felt too much like the past.

               “I hear li’le ol’ Ely’s lea’ing us.” I hear Theodora say from behind, a harshness to her shrill voice. I turn on my heel and look her way, a small smile finding its way to my face as I stare at the white blonde woman for a moment. I didn’t know what to say, I hadn’t planned that far ahead.

               “I’m either little or old, I can’t be both.” I retort, trying to avoid the inevitable for as long as I could. Maybe if I didn’t say out loud that I was leaving, she wouldn’t be mad. She rolled her eyes at me as she walked towards yours truly, linking arms as she drags me towards the inn, sighing in defeat.

               “Ya could’ a jus’ tol’ me. Would’ a loved to hear it from ya instea ‘a him.” She exacerbates, giggling softly into my ear.

               “Him?” I question, pulling on her arm, slowing our pace as we come around the corner towards the inn. Too soon, I couldn’t part with her yet. How could I ever part from the kind soul that tried to help me?

               “Your bard.” She enunciates with a smile, her green eyes sparkling in amusement.

               “My-my bard? No, no I do not own him. H-he is his own.” I deny, head high as I continue forward, cheeks reddening as we continue towards our goal. Theo laughs at my expense, getting her fill if you ask me. We come closer with each step, and soon her laughter fades. We both stop and watch as Jaskier ties my bag and his own onto Hamish, sending a small smile our way when he spies us standing there. We smile and wave back, still not moving or making a noise until we both see Geralt exit, causing us to sigh. The silence is comforting, lets me know that she isn’t too mad at me. At least she didn’t think this far ahead either, thinking of a lecture to give me on our way over.

Geralt sees us and starts walking after throwing something to Jaskier, causing Theo to wrap her arms around me, pulling me tightly against her small, frail body. She pushed her face as far as it could into my hair as she stifled a cry, one wrapping itself around even tighter around my middle while the other holds the back of my head steady.

               “Promise me tha you’ll protect yerself. Even from tha Doxie, if ya ‘ave ta.” Theo mutters into my hair softly. I grab her and hold just as tight as I take a sharp breath, feeling as if she just punched me in the gut, a cold feeling seeping from my chest and over my being. “Promise.”

               “I promise.” I whisper, closing my eyes as Geralt gets close. He stands a respectable distance away while we finish our goodbyes and wipe each other’s tears from our faces. When did I start to cry? She turns to him abruptly, head high as she fishes a coin pouch from her bust. I have never seen such a look of feral maternity on anyone and it sent a fresh wave of tears to my eyes when I realize that she feels that way about me.

               “To assure her safety.” She addresses the Witcher, gaze never wavering as she hands him the hefty leather pouch. He regards it carefully while opening the gift, fingering through to count before he glances at Theo, then myself.

               “Let’s get a move on.” Geralt’s voice rumbles, nodding towards Theodora as we pass. I smile a watery smile as I walk by her, not daring to look back as the wet earth squelches beneath my feet. I almost slip as I get to Jas and Hamish, Jaskier’s arm reaching out to help steady me. He smiles warmly at me in comfort and I feel the cold slowly dissipate from my body. If only he knew his effect on me. He mounts Hamish before me, an arm extended to help me up. I roll my eyes before I accept his offer, hoisting myself up before I slip my thighs against his, arms around his middle with my front pressed against his back.

His body is warm and firm against mine, a stark contrast to the cold permeating all around us. I shiver slightly at just how warm he is, arms tightening slightly as I press the side of my face into his shoulder, lungs once again filling with the distinct scent that never leaves him. Dandelions and lavender. The fabric of Jaskier’s outer coat isn’t the softest in the world although the amount of heat that pours from him is well worth the slight itchy feeling it leaves behind. I sigh in comfort, relaxing wholly against him as we follow Geralt on his next venture, and all I can do is smile into Jaskier’s back.

               I could get used to travelling like this.

               “Are you comfortable back there?” Jaskier taunts softly and I could feel his chest rumble through my front. I’m thankful that he can’t see the flush rising to my cheeks as I press my face harder into his shoulder, embarrassed at getting caught.

               “Getting there, thank you for asking.” I retort, squirming to prove my point. I was already comfortable, although he didn’t need to know that little tidbit of information. I can feel the soft rumble of his chuckle through our bodies and it fills me with a new warmth, spreading through my veins like wildfire. “Where are we headed?” I ask him, turning my head towards his neck. Jaskier shrugs slightly as we follow Geralt, nodding up at him.

               “Wherever he is. He wreaks of adventure; can’t you smell it?” Jaskier asks as he turns towards me, eyes bright with a large smile on his face. The joy it brings him, the smile he wears. I can’t help the smile my face mirrors and hope my eyes shine half as bright as his does in that moment as a reply passes my lips before I can even think.

               “No, but I trust you.” I confess honestly, voice almost breathless. Jaskier simply smiles brightly for a moment before he nods at me, turning his attention to the Witcher in front of us, continuing to nod his head.

               “Good, that’s-that’s good.” Jaskier clears his throat as he tightens his grip on the reins and I laugh at his reaction causing Geralt to turn and look back at us.

               “Everything okay back there?” He calls back, giving Jaskier a knowing look. We both nod at him and I place my head back at its comfortable spot on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth once more. We ride for a while more, I’m not sure how much longer, before I close my eyes. It isn’t long before I fall asleep, the warmth and smell emanating from him being to familiar and comforting to resist.

[the-gunslock]

Hiver 6 - Light

This is the story about how my universe touched someone else’s.

The blue-armored Hunter rushed through the mechanic door to the apartment door with excitement due to the situation she has been called to assist with, making the Warlock sitting at the couch jump.

“HIVER!”

“WHAT THE--”

“I came as soon as the strike was over!”

The Warlock paused and furrowed her brows while doing some calculations in her head. “...That was two minutes ago.”

Selene turns to stare back at the door she just came through.

“She flies very fast.” Joan, her Ghost, said as he materialized, spinning his teal Stalwart Shell. “Against better judgement.”

“Hers or yours?” Trinity asked from her pillow near the TV.

“Yes.” Joan replied flatly as he turned to chat with her, leaving her Guardian alone with the Warlock. “Hey, nice shell. How many of the Nine did you bribe to get it?”

“Twelve.” The white Ghost replied, half-giggling.

Selene smiles as the Ghosts make small talk and cuts to the chase with her Warlock friend.

“Either way,” She says as she removes her boots and sits on the couch. “What’s the uh.... “gay emergency”… you called me about?”

The Warlock leans against the couch’s arm rest, head on her hand. “Well, so…”

After their sleepover is done, Amanda retakes her workspace (Now with clean clothes) and Hiver makes another trip to the European Dead Zone to meet with the gentleman sniper that holds human presence in it. She did promise he would be the first to know.

“Well, I’ll be. You really did charm the young lass, didn’t ya, lady? No way to go but up now.” He said with a smile, pouring them both a cup of tea once again. She leaned against the wall, fiddling with her bag strap in a mixture of happiness and embarrassment.

“Not like I expected, though.” She managed, starting to think of her next move.

“Why is that? Did she turn you down?” He asked as he handed the Guardian a saucer and teacup.

“Quite the contrary.” She said, staring at the dark green surface of the liquid. “She had fun, so she invited me to do it again.”

“Heh, you did good. Went with the good old ‘dinner and a movie’ tactic?”

“There was no tactic, I winged it. Simple City date.” She sighs, recollecting her memory of the day.

“Took her to my favorite library, she talked with a lot of passion about machinery. Learned a lot that day. I bought her a mechanics book she had her eye on for a while, earned me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.”

Hiver unconsciously opened a grin as she said the last part, then continued.

“Then she spotted a flower shop, and dragged me inside since she saw the plants in my house. I taught her about how to care for the ones I knew, and she got herself a nice little cactus. She asked me for a name. I called it Nora.”

“Interesting. Why Nora?” Devrim inquired as Hiver sipped her tea.

“It was her mother’s name. Like the cactus, she was resilient. Needed to be, to handle the road to the City.”

Devrim nodded politely, but kept silent.

“In the late afternoon, she accepted to stay for dinner. I made us a… fondue? Think that’s the name of the thing. Simple to do, but oh so good. The look in her eyes tasting it… she was shining. As always. She loved it and we ate while sharing tattoo ideas, favorite songs and other trivia about ourselves. Then I gave her a ride home and said goodbye with... a peck on her cheek. She seemed so happy, and asked to do it again this week, so... I’m making plans.”

“I’m glad you two are making progress. Finding love in a dead Earth is a blessing... not many of us can have.”

“So that’s what you want my help with?” Selene asked back on the present day, interested and eager like a puppy ever since Hiver told her about her crush.

“To plan this date, yes.” The Warlock says, arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face.

“Atta girl!” Her Hunter wingwoman said, moving closer to Hiver and hugging her shoulders from behind. “This is gonna be GREAT! When’s the date?”

“In two days.”

Selene nods, thinking. “Alright, alright. What does she like to do? Except… building and fixing stuff.”

“Huh… other than machines and vehicles, she’s shown an interest in cartography and astrography. She loves seeing landscapes from outside the City walls, too.” Hiver has to more visibly collect her thoughts. “I’m probably getting her into plants and cooking. And she apparently has been practicing a secret hobby of sketching.”

“Joan, you got that?” Selene asks her Ghost.

He turns around and spins excitedly. “Yup, totally did.”

Selene makes an okay sign with her fingers. “I know what to do. I’ll tell you some time before you do it, but now I gotta go, my bun-bun Cupcake needs my company.” She says, getting up from the couch. “Just act normal until the day comes, alright?”

“Okay… Bye, guys. And thank you.” Hiver says, half-grateful and half-concerned. How was she supposed to do anything with the date right around the corner?

“See ya Selene, Joan!” Trinity says in farewell. They leave the apartment and transmat into orbit.

“You should keep your mind busy.” Trinity says, turning to Hiver. “Want to get some weapon frames with Reyla and Junko then ignite some Forges?”

“It’s like you can read my mind, Trinity.” Hiver says, transmatting her armor onto herself.

“Technically, I can.” Trinity says, floating out of her pillow. “Let’s go.”

The next few days for the Gunslock were kind of a blur due to anticipation. She did her strike missions, resource-collecting, bounties and every other thing she was already used to doing on autopilot. Her clanmate, Selene, was scribbling ideas for her friend’s date in between missions.

The night before Hiver and Amanda were to go out again, Hiver was picking her outfit for the day, and Selene sent her the ideas for the day, times, coordinates and everything. The Warlock traded looks with her Ghost and both chortled.

“I can work with this.”

The following morning, she checked herself in her bedroom’s mirror for what seemed the thousandth time before she was sure everything was on its place. This time she went with a white top with lace decorations, thigh-length wine red skirt, matching ribbed thigh-highs and black combat boots.

“You got this…” She muttered to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror again, throwing her long moss green parka on.

“You got this, you got this...” She repeated, checking her silvery nail polish and buckling her ornate grey leather bag to her waist and thigh.

“Gonna need any guns?” Trinity asked her.

“Uhm, get me just the Duke.” Hiver said, opening her bag and letting her Ghost transmat the cannon into it. “Never know when anything can jump us. How do I look?” She asks, bringing her hands together near her chest.

The Ghost eyes her from the bottom up. “Great. You’re ready to go. You need me, I’ll be resting.” Trinity encourages her before transmatting away. She smiled, for she had a long, and hopefully great, day ahead.

The shipwright awaits near one of the artificial lakes in the plaza for her Awoken date, basking on the calm early morning sunlight. Hands neatly tucked inside her sheepskin-like pilot jacket’s pockets and mouthing a catchy tune they had sung together before at their secret spot.

“Wonder... whatchacallit?” She tried and failed to remember its name. With a shrug, she adjusted her own shoulder bag as she looked to see Hiver jogging out of her apartment building to meet her, like a puppy greeting its owner.

“Hey there, cowgirl.” She said, winking at the Awoken girl, who waved back happily.

“Hello, Amanda!” She took this time to examine her partner’s outfit. On her bottom half, brown combat boots, and ripped black jeans that exposed her mechanical joint.

The most notable feature was her open jacket, collar lined with short fur and adorned with patches; Tex Mechanica’s emblem on her right arm; Vanguard’s ‘V’ and the Sparrow Racing League symbol on her right breast; her left arm had a “Remove before flight”-styled tag with “Amanda Holliday” written on it. Finally, on her left breast, was a black, circle-shaped badge with a golden embroidering of six ships soaring towards the skies.

“Hey girl, why you starin’? Got something on me?” Amanda said with a chuckle, grabbing Hiver’s attention. This time, she was ready.

“Yes, you do.” She said, motioning with a finger towards her crush. “It’s just a bit of overwhelming beauty, don’t worry.”

Amanda gave a charmed laugh at her smoothness. Back to her sheepish smile, they started to walk towards nowhere in particular.

“Bet you got a cannon in there.” Amanda said, eyeing the bag on Hiver’s thigh.

“No!”

The human raises an eyebrow at her companion. She can’t resist it.

“...Yes.” She says as she shows her her Duke hand cannon.

“Haha! So, it’s one of two things. Either we’re doing some expeditioning… or you like the cannon more than me.”

“You’d be surprised how hard that is.” Hiver thought. “First option. But first, how about we get breakfast? I’m starving.” They start to walk, Hiver leading the way to the nearby café Selene pointed her towards.

“Aww. Don’t get to eat your homemade cooking today?” Amanda says, in faux-sadness. Well, not all of it. She did really like Hiver’s food.

“Later, if you’d like.” Hiver said to give her partner some hope.

After some minutes of walking and talking, they make it to the café. A little, cozy, brown and beige space, run by a weary but gentle-looking man and a woman that appeared to be his wife. The women greet the couple, sitting down at the elegant wooden table. Theu get served a stack of pancakes and two slices of a cake with an interesting name. “Red Velvet”, they called it. Beside that, was one mug of latte with a layer of whipped cream and one of hot chocolate. Darting between a distracted Hiver and the whipped cream, Amanda had an idea, sipping at it.

“Hiver.”

“Yes?” The Warlock answered, looking up from her cake to see Amanda had a thin cream mustache on her face.

“Ready to bang knuckles?” Amanda said in a husky voice, a purposefully poor imitation of the City’s shadiest individual. Hiver couldn’t hold her laughter, which made the shipwright extremely satisfied.

As she licked the cream off of her upper lip and got to eating, Hiver was machinating her turn.

She threw her hood on and spoke very nasally, while holding the menu like a datapad. “Why, miss Holliday, banging knuckles is not going to find us any Golden Age archives! Keep your priorities in order.”

It was Amanda’s turn to laugh at Hiver’s shenanigan as she took the hood off of her head. Both continued their breakfasts before it went cold, glad start their days off with a bit of good fun.

“That was a good start of the day, lady-killer.” Amanda says, her face propped up on her hands, kicking her legs in teasing expectation. “Where to now?”

“A bit of flying, if you don’t mind. Got places I want you to visit.”

“When did I ever mind flying? Let’s get right to it!”

Trinity took this cue to transmat both of them into Hiver’s ship and trace a course to the Old American Empire. Hiver had them en route to a place who kickstarted their ‘relationship’, so it was time to show them some gratitude.

They touched down right at Quinn’s village’s gates, which was definitely livelier than the last time. The rainclouds had passed and they were working more towards expanding and defending their perimeter. While Amanda takes in the scenery, Hiver notes the recently added plaque that says “St. Winter”. She makes a mental note to ask about it later.

“So,” Amanda turned to her, “this is the place you saved for pitaya?”

“It was worth it, alright? You were so happy that day. Plus I saved the Vanguard the headache of investigating some… possible resurrection of the House of Wolves. Aaaand made some people happy along the way. Everybody won.”

The cheerful man from the last time Hiver was there shows up, after the citizens spread word of the “return of Old Lady Winter”.

Amanda looks at her curiously. “Lady Winter.”

“First Gunslock and then this… being fair, I guess I didn’t give many people my name yet.” The Gunslock says, shrugging.

“That’s right!” Quinn says as he steps closer. “But ice blue as your skin is and deadly as your passing was to these pirates, no title is more fitting.”

“Hello, Quinn. This is my, uh, date, Amanda Holliday.” She says, motioning towards Amanda. “Amanda, this is Quinn, the man who helped me secure their supply routes.”

“Wassup!” Amanda says with a two-finger salute. He smiles politely under his black beard.

“My pleasure to meet you, Amanda. This woman is truly virtuous.”

“Yeah, she does crazy stuff for me sometimes.” She said, eyeing the Awoken girl who is shrinking into herself in embarrassment. “Hope she knows I appreciate it!”

“Wait… was it…” Quinn makes an ‘oh’ face in realization. “Was it her you came to grab the fruit for, Hiver?”

“Shut it!” Hiver rebutts in shame, trying to find another place to look at. Amanda chuckles at her flustered date.

“Hohoho, that was a knightly quest. “Labor of love”, she told me. A lot of labor… means a lot of love. She’s a keeper.” He winks at Amanda, who laughs nervously while blushing and scratching her nape.

“Would you two like to stay in our little town for lunch? Thanks to your lover there, we now have an abundance of food coming in.”

“Sure, why not? Hiver?” Amanda answers, taking off her jacket and looking at her date, who is now a flustered mess ten feet away from them.

A shy “Yeah” is all she can muster before they follow Quinn into the restaurant-like building that is the communal mess hall. It has a rustic interior, many long tables and a little platform, presumably for public announcements. Directly in front of the door is a bar counter leading to the kitchen, with people coming in and out, carrying food, plates and drinks.

They get the end of a table with people cheering the Guardian and her partner, soon dying down as people began to talk and eat their meals; They’re served chicken steak with a layer of madeira sauce, french fries and rice.

“Ooooooh....” Amanda ogles over the meal being put in front of them. “Quinn, would y’all have beer, by any chance?”

“Should have it.” Quinn goes to the bar counter and after some minutes returns with two mugs filled with foamy, golden orange liquid, placing them before the two girls.

“Here. Homebrew.”

“Asskickin’!” The blonde says, 

“Uh…” Hiver stutters, staring at her mug. “I’m sorry, but is it a bad time to tell you I don’t like alcohol?”

“Not at all, Guardian. I’ll take your mug.” Quinn says, dragging it to the side of his plate.

Hiver gets up from the table, looking around for any indication of a restroom. “In the meantime, I’ll go look for something else to drink, and… a restroom, or something.”

Quinn points to a passage beside the platform. “Down that hallway.” Hiver thanks him and takes her leave.

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Quinn stealthily asks Amanda, who is swallowing a bite of her steak.

“Yeah. When I heard her story ‘bout how she came all the way to the Old America to get ONE fruit… just to see me smile… I realized how wonderful she is.” Amanda said before biting another fry. “Of course, wasn’t the first time she did somethin’ for me, but the rest was more casual, see? Never was on ‘traveling across the continent and risk her life to find a thing I ate as a kid’ level.”

Quinn closed his eyes and nodded happily at Amanda’s talking.

“Like… damn, how can I ever repay that kinda stuff? Just how far would she go for me?” She took a sip out of her beer. “Which’s why, one day, she invited me to a date and... I said yes. Seemed to make her the happiest girl in the entire system. It was so simple, and yet enough to, well, ‘repay’ her for the trouble she went through.”

She sighs and looks around, seeing all the people eating or talking over their empty plates. A band is apparently setting up at the platform.

“Honestly? Being here, and seeing how happy she made these people, even thinking about me, makes me realize that she is more wonderful than I imagined. And I want her to never change.”

“You could always be by her side to make sure she doesn’t.”

Amanda just blushes and chuckles nervously, looking around for a way not to reply to that.

“Heeey, cowgirl!” She says to her unknowing savior, who arrived just at the right time to avoid admitting something awkward.

“Hello, Amanda! Hey, Quinn!” The Warlock sits down and immediately gets to eating, being hungry since she ate so little in the morning. While she’s entertained with food, Quinn shoots Amanda a smug smile, to which she makes a flat expression and mouths ‘shut up’ back.

After some minutes, their attention is caught by acoustic guitar chords and the hitting of a bass drum. The more art-inclined folks have started playing a classic song, and the citizens either watch gladly or sing along.

“Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze…” The male lead sang soulfully.

“Country roooooads~” Amanda softly sings along with the band and the other people at the mess hall, bobbing side-to-side with the rhythm and closing her eyes to focus on the song better. Hiver giggles at her date’s moment of freedom. It was one of her favorite styles of music, after all.

All the songs being over, it was almost the mid-afternoon. There was one last place the Guardian wanted to take Amanda.

“Hiver,” Quinn called out as they went out of the Mess Hall, “I have great news for you.”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Folks are building another village in the horizon of the hill our supply route goes through. We might all go there to negotiate with them.”

Amanda and Hiver trade looks and smiles of gleeful surprise. “Guess the Titans weren’t lying when they said Last City would one day be known as the First City.”

“We’ll be on our way now, Quinn. I’ll come to visit whenever I’m available again.” Hiver says, bidding farewell.

“Nice to meetcha! Glad my girl here could do some good around here. ‘S near where my ma was born, after all.” Amanda states, putting her jacket back on and looking at the settlement in longing.

“Have a safe flight, ladies. We’ll be expecting you, hopefully with more good news to tell.” Quinn waves goodbye as they get transmatted back into orbit.

“Well, that was really sweet to see.” Amanda said, sitting behind Hiver in her jumpship.

“Yes, it was.” Hiver says, typing in Selene’s last set of coordinates. “Not as sweet as what we’re going to do now.”

“Ooooh, mysterious.” She says, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck. “Okay, I’ll trust you’re taking us somewhere nice.”

Hiver giggles. “When have I not?” The jumpship picks up speed, and they depart to their last stop.

After some minutes of traveling, they arrive at their destination.

It was a beach that faced the west. Completely untouched by either human or Darkness presence, save only for eroded rocks, sand, and the serene sea quietly crashing at the shore. Amanda had never seen a place like this before. The shipwright and the Guardian leaned against a rock, the former closing her eyes and allowed herself to feel the wind in her face, and the salutiferous smell of the sea breeze. 

It was… clean. It was calm.

Peace, was the word for what she felt.

They admired in silence as the sky turned a beautiful mixture of pink, blue, and golden, the sign of night starting to paint itself unto the heavens. As dark covered the beach, Trinity took distance and illuminated the two women as softly as she could. Soon, the clean night sky revealed a mesmerizing sight to both women.

Purple. Pinkish red. Blue. Gold. Nebulae, cloudy shapes of the galaxy, dancing in the horizon. Hundreds of Constellations, some unknown, some brighter than others. A soothing, abstract work of art, painted in the everlasting and infinite canvas, extending from the sea eternally upwards, reminding the girls.

“It’s gentle.” Hiver says, quietly.

“How so?” Amanda replies.

“We were once in the starlight. Trillions of years back. When life began.”

“The stardust gathered. It made Earth. With a combination of factors, and a speck of luck, went on to create us.”

Amanda listened quietly to the soft voice of her date, calmly amazed at everything going on around her.

“You and I, Amanda… we are the stardust. Our bodies and souls were once part of this infinite beauty. Its little building blocks are now part of us.”

“I used to hear we were insignificant to the universe. I believe not. I believe… we are part of it.”

Their hands touch each other. They hold each other’s hands gently.

“As in… we’re universes in our own rights?”

“Yes. We are. There is infinity as we see, but… there is also infinitude inside of us. Sometimes…” Hiver brushes her fingertips against Amanda’s, leading the latter to intertwine them. “I believe they can communicate.”

“Maybe not by talking.”

“Not the outer universe. That’s why we may interpret the signs differently. People over the centuries have tried.”

Amanda tilts her head to look at her Awoken date sideways. Hiver looks at her a bit more directly.

“And the inner universe? How does it talk?”

“Many ways. By ideas. Feelings. Gestures. Expressions. And by those, we made contact with people; and, consequently, we were allowed inside their universes.”

Amanda kept quiet and touched the side of her head on Hiver’s as the Warlock looked down at the ocean waves, swallowing hard.

“I think...” She managed to let out.

“Hm?”

“I think the outer one is gentle because it allowed both of our universes to find each other.”

Amanda slowly turns her head towards Hiver’s. She was very close to her face.

“Come on, girl, don’t fuck this up.” The Guardian told herself as she looked at the galaxy arm once more.

“A-and… the universe that lives in me has fallen… profusely and unwaveringly in love with the one… that lives in you.”

“Hiver, look at me.” Amanda said. Hiver turned her head, almost tearing up with nervousness. It felt liberating to put her feelings out there, but she was never this unsure of what came next.

She felt the hard, warm touch of Amanda’s forehead against hers. A soft sensation of cartilage as their noses brushed. An off-hand around her waist. A hot breath near her own mouth.

The warmth of a protostar as it comes to life. The soft jolt of a comet trail on the opaque black sky. The musica universalis -- the harmony that conducts the perfect circles the celestial bodies move in on -- almost made audible. The addition of two infinitudes whose lights were brighter than ever before as they held each other.

The brushing of lips, delicate as shimmering dew on the morning.

Two women, two universes, telling each other “I love you”.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Stupid With Love (Plasma / Glacier) (Ninjago Valentine’s Day Three)

Day Three: AU- I chose to do a Percy Jackson AU for this, because I couldn’t think of much else. I’m not too proud of this, romance is not my genre, especially because I did my best to keep it from being depressing, but here it is! (also it’s kind of rushed because I didn’t want it to be super long!)

For the record... Cole is the son of Athena, Zane is the son of Poseidon, Kai is the son of Hephaestus, Jay is the son of Hermes, and Lloyd is the son of Hades.

My previous two were better than that so go check that out if you want, but uh, here is Stupid With Love!

Oh! And the ending was my irl friend’s idea, it was just too cute to resist! So was all of the cliche moments I tried. Each time I asked her if I should go with the cliche, she responded with a big YES. But yeah. My goal was to make this as cliche as possible. Once again, I can’t figure out how to do the “read more” so sorry to everyone who’s feed this popped up in who didn’t want to read this mess!

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“Cole, you are terrible at this,” Zane commented, chuckling as he watched Cole’s arrow once again missed the target.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want Seaweed Brain, but at least I am incredibly successful at hand to hand combat,” the son of Athena replied snarkily, playfully shoving the other in the shoulder.

“Here,” Zane smiled. “You’ve got to keep your shoulders lowered and relaxed, you are too tense.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing down. “And make sure you’re drawing the string back to your cheek, like this.” The son of Poseidon placed his other hand on top of Cole’s before lifting the bow back up, and helping him draw the string back to his cheek.

A few feet away, standing near a different set of targets, watching the two were Jay and Kai. “Oh gods,” Jay gagged. “Kill me now.”

“Only if you kill me first,” Kai groaned, shaking his head and aiming his bow at the target. “Hey you two,” he called once he hit the bullseye. “this is archery practice, there are other people here, get a room!”

Zane immediately let go of Cole, his cheeks slowly turning a bright shade of red while Cole took a few steps in the opposite direction.

“No we-we weren’t, we were just-”

“I-I just wanted-I mean I just wanted to help- nothing was-”

Kai rolled his eyes at the stuttering messes. “When are they just going to suck it up and start dating, I mean they practically are at this point anyways.”

“You know them,” Jay sighed. “Everyone knows they like each other but the two of them. Cole told me that there was no way Zane would ever love him the other day. I tried telling him to just go for it, you know, but he told me that would never work.”

“Yeah, Zane told me that Cole was straight yesterday- can you believe that! Cole straight!” he snorted, reloading his bow. “They’re both so stupid with love, I’m just so sick of watching them pine after each other.”

“You and me both,” Jay agreed, letting go of the string on his bow and watching the arrow soar. He then suddenly lit up, a smirk slowly growing on his face. “You know… if they can’t figure it out themselves, why not… help them?”

Kai let his bow fall to the ground and turned towards Jay. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” he asked.

“Well, not to brag but I am the son of Hermes after all,” Jay said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Why Jay Walker, you devious elf,” Kai began, dismissing Jay’s protest at the nickname and wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. “What do you have planned?”

----

“Okay, Operation: Get These Two Lovebirds to Admit That They’re Gay For Each Other is a go!” Jay exclaimed, eagerly rubbing his hands together. “Stage one, a picnic.”

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Kai questioned, glancing down at the setup before him. “A picnic could be completely platonic to them.”

Jay scoffed. “How could anyone find a picnic platonic? They’re the most romantic date anyone could ever have!”

“Noted,” Kai chuckled. “You told Cole to come, right?”

“Yup, told him Zane wanted I see him.”

“Heh, I told Zane that Cole wanted to see him,” Kai responded. “Great minds think alike.”

“That they- oh oH they’re coming!” Jay exclaimed, grabbing Kai’s hand and pulling him into the bushes upon seeing the two coming from opposite directions.

They silently watched the two approach each other, each with confused looks on their facse. Kai and Jay saw their mouths move, and chuckled a little when they saw embarrassment at the realization that they had been set up on a date flash across their faces.

Jay squealed as Zane gestured towards the blanket, inviting Cole to sit with him anyways.

Kai grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and gave it a squeeze. They were doing it! Things were going well! Maybe this would get Zane and Cole to finally start dating!

At least, they were going well.

Cole and Zane had just begun to eat their food (graciously made for them by Jay) when the ground began to rumble. Kai and Jay exchanged looks of shock. What was going on?

Their question was answered soon, though, as a young boy ran into the the field and stood in between Zane and Cole. “MWAHAHAH!” the boy laughed.

Jay almost screeched. Almost.

“What the heck is Lloyd Garmadon doing here?” he whisper-screamed. “He’s ruining their date!”

“Come on, he loves Zane and Cole, he wouldn’t try and sabotage them, even he must be annoyed that they haven’t started dating yet?” responded Kai in a hushed voice.

Alas, they were mistaken, for Lloyd Garmadon raised his hands in the air, causing the ground to rumble more, and suddenly the bones of what looked like a dog was erupted from the ground and in the middle of their picnic.

“Aaaand I spoke too soon,” Kai sighed, face palming.

The long deceased dog began to run around, stealing things and wreaking havoc on the picnic. Lloyd stood in the middle of it all, laughing as Cole and Zane had to chase the dog for it had stolen Zane’s bow.

Kai stood up, pointed at Lloyd until the kid saw him, then gestured for him to come to them. When Lloyd got there, Kai squatted back down and indicated Lloyd do the same. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jay beat him to it.

“What were you thinking?” the son of Hermes cried. “You just ruined their picnic!”

Lloyd shook his head excitedly. “No! Kai told me about the picnic and I helped! Cole and Zane love dogs! See! Now they have a dog to play with!”

Kai face palmed again while Jay silently fumed. “So, Plan B?” Kai asked.

“Plan B,” Jay confirmed with a sigh.

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Plan B was a little simpler. As in, there was a tiny- tiny- weapons storage closet by the woods that was just big enough to fit two people (Jay and Kai would know for they had made out in it many times). They cleared the closet of the weapons, then Kai got Zane, Jay got Cole, and theu shoved the two in the closet, locked the door, and eagerly waited.

Cole’s first instinct after being forced into a small closet was to bang continuously on the door. “COME ON!” he yelled, pounding his fists against the door. “LET US OUT! THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS! THIS ISN’T FUNNY GUYS!”

Zane didn’t pound, instead he attempted to open the door, but he too scolded his friends. “IT IS RATHER SMALL IN HERE, PERHAPS WE COULD SOLVE WHATEVER’S HAPPENING OUTSIDE OF THE CLOSET?”

But no matter how much they yelled, pounded, or attempted to break the lock, they were still stuck in there.

They both stopped after a few minutes, their attempts proving to be fruitless, and that’s when the realized how close they were to each other. Their chests were practically touching, their faces were inches away from each others, and their hands kept brushing against the other’s.

“Heh, uh, this-this isn’t quite how I thought we’d end up,” Cole laughed hastily, attempting to back as far away from Zane as he could.

“Me neither,” admitted the son of Poseidon, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “This is… rather unpleasant.”

“I’ll say,” Cole scoffed, grimacing as his back hit the closet wall almost immediately, leaving his body still practically pressed against Zane’s. “You have any idea why they’re, uh, doing this?”

Zane hummed in thought for a moment, hesitant as to whether he should instigate the idea, before saying, “I believe they think locking us in a closet will make us express our love for each other.” A deep blush began spreading across his cheeks as he said it.

Cole chuckled nervously, very aware Zane’s thigh pressed against his. “That’s… I mean that’s crazy, ha… ha…” he trailed off sheepishly, noticing a slight frown on the taller’s face at his statement. He sighed before taking a leap of courage and -- gods forbid-- taking Jay’s advice. “But what if I’m wrong and it’s not crazy?” he asked, biting his lip and sending an embarrassed look Zane’s way. “What if I’ve been wanting to express MY love for you for awhile? I mean… would that be crazy to you?”

Zane’s eyes widened in surprise. He stared at Cole for a moment, attempting to process what he had just heard. He stared a moment too long, though, for Cole’s expression fell and he looked away, ashamed. “I’m sorry I’ll just-I’ll- ” he started, reaching for the handle to presumably try and pry the door open again, but Zane managed to get a hold of himself and cut him off by taking a hold of Cole’s wrist with one hand and pulled him closer so their chests were touching. “What’re you-”

But Zane didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence. He leaned down and pressed their lips together. He was quite pleased when Cole began to kiss him back.

His hands began to run through Cole’s hair and he in return placed both of his hands on Zane’s face. It was magical.

They broke apart after a minute, wide grins on each of their faces. “Oh gods,” Cole breathed, his eyes never leaving Zane’s. “That-that was…”

“I know,” Zane said, giggling at his flustered friend. “I suppose Kai and Jay did something good for once.”

“Speaking of,” Cole started, tilting his head towards the door. “We should probably talk about what just happened, and I’d rather not do it in a tiny storage closet.”

“Agreed,” Zane smiled.

The two demigods began to pound on the door once more. “JAY! KAI! COME ON LET US OUT!” Cole yelled.

“PLEASE, FRIENDS! IT IS RATHER CRAMPED IN HERE!” added Zane.

Two groans could be heard from the other side of the door where Kai and Jay stood. “Darn it, I really thought the closet would work!” Jay moaned, stomping his foot. “Are they both really that oblivious?”

“I’m afraid so,” answered Kai, shaking his head in disappointment. “Plan C?”

“Plan C.”

So Kai unlocked the closet door. Cole and Zane stumbled out, but before they could say anything or Kai and Jay caught a glimpse of the smiles on their faces, the sons of Hephaestus and Hermes each grabbed one of Cole’s arms and took off, dragging him along with them as they ran. “SORRY GUYS, BUT THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!” Jay yelled loudly enough for Zane to hear.

“What-what’re you doing?” Cole exclaimed angrily, trying to pry his arms about of his friends’ hands and stumbling as he tried to keep up with their running. “The closet thing-”

“Yeah yeah, we know it didn’t work. That’s why we’re trying Plan C!” interrupted Jay. “Kai, is he coming?”

Kai turned his head in the opposite direction and grinned when he saw the tall figure of Zane chasing after them. “Yup. Just like we planned.”

Cole saw the mischievous grins on their faces and panic began to stir inside of him.  “Plan C? Just like we pl- guys what are you-” he cut himself off as he saw where they were headed. “Oh gods please tell me you’re not going too…”

“Oh yes we are, Cole!” Jay squealed. The two boys slowed down as they became closer to the lake.

This is for your own good, Cole, and you know it,” Kai added as the son of Athena tried to free himself once more.

Kai and Jay made sure they had a firm grasp on their friend, and as soon as they saw Zane come into view behind them, together they picked him up and chucked him into the lake.

Zane skidded to a stop by his two friends just as Cole’s screams became muffled, for he hit the water and was now under. The son of Poseidon just gazed at Kai and Jay in horror as the two high-fived. “What? Why-why would that possibly seem like a good idea?” he exclaimed. “Cole can swim but these waters are dangerous!”

“Haha, go save your man, son of Poseidon,” Kai smirked, guestering towards the water.

Zane rolled his eyes before running into the lake before him. He dove under the water and began to search for “his man”. He was surprised at how far Kai and Jay managed to throw Cole, for when he did find him, he was a little ways away from the shore. It appeared as though he managed to swim to the surface and stick his head out (thank the gods), and Zane was going to help him back to shore when he had an idea.

He swam towards Cole, grabbed one of his legs, and pulled him under. The son of Athena struggled a bit at first, but relaxed when he saw it was Zane that pulled him. He raised a questioning eyebrow at his more-than-a-friend.

Zane just winked at him before willing a bubble to pop up around Cole’s head so he could breathe. “I figured we could spend some quality time under here before we go back to shore. Kai and Jay do deserve a bit of a scare for throwing you in,” he explained shyly, reaching for Cole’s hands and holding them tenderly.

Cole grinned widely at him. “I love that idea, Seaweed Brain.”

“And I love you, Wise Boy.”

Cole’s grin just got wider.

Then, almost as if they were in sync, the two slowly leaned towards each other and connected their lips.

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Kai and Jay were able to throw Cole far because of plot convenience. That’s how that happened, the plot demanded it. Sorry this sucked guys, but hey, I did it! I wrote a romance thing that wasn’t depressing! My second on ever (my first being the movie!Lava fic)

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Happier (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: This is one of the first requests in my inbox and im sorry it took this long to write this. I just got inspired last mightt. sorryy love youuu

A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here. if anyone here like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜

MASTERLIST

Walking down 29th and Park I saw you in another’s arms You look happier

“Hey, woah slow down Tae. How many glass have you drank?” Jimin snatched his glass away and Taehyung smirked.

“Oh come on Chim. Its a party. A happy occassion! Shouldnt we be happy too? Let me drink!” He growls and tries to get his glass back but Jimin pull his hand away.

“How long are you going to be this way? Are you going to get drunk everytime you remember her? Everytime theres a couple? A wedding? An engagement? Anything thats reeks happiness or reminds you of love?!”

“Yeah. I am! So what?!” Taehyung growls and sneered at his friend, trying to find another glass.

“Get over her already Kim Taehyung!” Jimin yelled. “Get over Y/N!”

“I cant. Not when she looks so happy in another man’s arm. No one should be able to make her happy like that except for me Chim! No one!” Taehyung sighed and slumped down on the chair.

“But you are the one wbo blew it Tae. Its your own damn fault and you got no one to blame,” Jimim rubs his friend’s back. He knows how heart broken Taehyung is but theres realy no one else to blame but himself. “Now man up. Its a party and you wont ruined it just because you cant see anyone else happy and in love!” Jimin growls and shakes Taehyung’s shoulder. “Shes happier now and you should be happy for her, and thats that,”

Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours Yeah, you look happier, you do

Its only been a few months after their fateful breakup that Taehyung saw Y/N again. He saw her in her favorite scarf and beanie, fighting the cold weather, her nose and the tip of her ears slightly pink. Taehyung loves that look on her. He always teased her about it when they were together. Without realizing, his legs has taken him into her direction, wanting nothing more than to tap her shoulder and tell her how much he misses her, but Taehyung never get the opportunity when clumsy as she is, she bumped into someone the moment she walked into the bar, spilling the glasses of beer the man is holding. And before he knows it, the two of them are talking and laughing to the wee hours, the man’s friends forgotten and Taehyung sat alone by the corner, just staring at them.

His last memory of hers… her crying face, her eyes thats filled with pain.. now is replaced by the wide smile on her face, laughing at something the man said. If only Taehyund had walked faster. If only Taehyung grabbed her hand first before she enters the bar, if only she wasnt clumsy. So many ifs but everything is too late when all he can see now is Y/N’s big grin that matches the man as they exchanged phone numbers.

If only he could turn back time and treat her right.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do

Y/N and Taehyung has been together for almost 10 years. Well, they will be 10 in a few months and Y/N loves him like no other. Dating an idol was never easy. Especially if the said idol is extremely well known and good looking and she is just a normal girl. Its fate they met and fall in love. Y/N had refused his invitation for drinks multiple times when they first met, but Taehyung was relentless. He keeps showing up and asking her out, and who in the world could resist Kim Taehyung’s charms when he decides to put it to good use on someone. So, after months of persuading and convincing, Y/N finally said yes to a coffee date.

A simple coffee date turns to talking all day long. They laugh, they share their interests, they shared stories, and they even continued their coffee date to a night walk by the Han river which they ended up sitting and talking until the break of dawn. As Taehyung walks Y/N home, he finally finds the courage to ask for her phone number and one simple coffee date turns to lunches, movies, walk in the parks, dinners and on their 10th date, Taehyung finally asks her to officially become his, which Y/N said yes to without hesitation.

Taehyung and Y/N are madly in love, and eventhough they were not allowed to date in public, that didnt seem to stop them as their love for each other burns quite strongly. Y/N believes that no matter what happen, they can take it, just as long as Taehyung continues to love her.

Nine years they have been together. They are in love and happy and Taehyung couldnt have asked for more. Y/N is understanding, beautiful, smart, sweet and everything else he ever wanted in a girl, but Yerin came like a summer breeze in his comfortable winter with Y/N. Hr met when Yerin, a rookie idol, was casted as one of the model for their music video. She is fresh, young, charming and new and for some odd reason, out of the sevem boys, she seemed to be interested in him. Yerin didnt know at first, to the world Taehyung is a single man, and by the time she found out that Taehyung is in a long term serious relationship, she has already fallen too deep in love with him,amd a girlfriend wont stop her efforts in persuing Kim Taehyung.

Relentless and determined to make Taehyung hers, she become his dream girl, his one place to vent about work stress… or when he has fight with Y/N. Tiny unimportant arguments turns into bigger fights led Taehyung to not coming home for days. And Yerin swoop in to take the opportunity and on one drunken night at a bar listening to Taehyung vent about the fights led to sleepless night in her bed, doing things he shouldnt have. One night turns to many, once a week turns to almost everyday and soon enough Taehyung is convinced that he is in love with Yerin too.

So Y/N becomes a punch bag. A person to release his anger on when he got into a fight with Yerin. When he is jealous about Yerin’s intinate closeness with her co star. Smiles and sweet nothings are only whispered in Yerin’s ears and only harsh words of insults and yelling are left for Y/N.

Nine years theu have been together. Ten in a few months, and Y/N knkws something has changed in her relationship Taehyung. Is it her? Did she do something? Did she changed? Is that why Taehyung hates her so much?

Tears dripped down on the cold floor as she kneeled down to pick up the remains of the food that she worked so hard to cook as a surprise for him and scattered pieces of the broken plate that Taehyung threw on the floor earlier before storming out. Just because she asks him where he had been when she calls the dorm and the boys said he were not there. Just because of that one question, Taehyung pushed down everything on the table to the floor in rage before storming off, not coming home for the next three days. Dont even get her started on the harsh words Taehyung said to her every day, cancelling on date nights for no reason at all even when she is already fully dressed and pushing her away when she tries to kiss him. Y/N starts to keep to herself, crying herself to sleep whenever Taehyung stormed off or didnt make it home for the night, keeping quiet when he is around, afraid anything she said will set him off, all the while trying to think of the mistake she did that seems to make Taehyung to stop loving her.

But no matter how she tried, she doesnt know why. Y/N was almost convinced that maybe Taehyung’s love for her has expired. Maybe love does have an expired date after all. After all, they have been together for nearly 10 years, maybe he is bored of her already.

Then one fateful day, when she decides to come home early from work, she finally found out why.

The red stilletos placed neatly in front of the door is definitely not hers. But even with a panic rising in her chest, Y/N tries to reason with herself. Maybe one of the boys comes over to visit Taehyung and brought their girlfriend with them. Yes, that could be it. But the dim lighted house when she entered and the trail of clothes leading to their bedroom are making it hard to believe the reason she just came out with.

The noise she heard as she neared the room is making her thoughts came true and the sight she sees when she pushed open the door slightly confirmed everything.

Y/N covered her mouth with both of her hand as she stood there watching her boyfriend thrusting in and out of a woman she has never seen before. Their loud moans and being lost in pleasure distract them from seeing her there, and with tears running down her face, Y/N turned around and went out from the house, eliminating all traces that she has been there and witness the whole thing.

Maybe its a one time thing. She can forgive a one time thing right? Everyone make mistakes and Taehyung is only human. He loves her. Taehyung still loves her.

Atleast that is what she keeps tellimg herself as she comes home hours later, pretending like nothing happened.

Y/N’s hope and trust that its a one time thing broke into pieces when she starts to caught them multiple times, everywhere. Even worse when she caught Taehyung talking to the girl on the phone, and texting her. Her heart shattered into pieces when she finally heard it. Taehyung’s hush voice, under the blanket.

“I love you Yerin, goodnight angel,”

All this time Y/N pretended not to know that her boyfriend is sleeping with someone else, in her own house too. She pretended not to know, hoping its just a fling, something Taehyung needed to get out from his system. She knows she can forgive him, just as long as he tells her he still loves her.

But telling the other girl he loves her? Y/N knew then that their relationship is over. And she knows just the perfect gift she could give to the man she loves, one last time.

Sat on the corner of the room Everything’s reminding me of you Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier Aren’t you?

Why didnt he notice her smile that just didnt reached her eyes anymore? Or the way she goes to bed early? Or how she always refuses date night saying shes too exhausted? And her puffy and red eyes like she has been crying all night when she wakes him up for breakfast? Why didnt he see all that?

Taehyung took a swig from the already half empty bottle as he thinks about all the things he should have noticed. Things that showed Y/N already knows about his infidelity. Knows how he already broke her heart.Things he should have done. This is his usual routine whenever they dont have a schedule now, crawled into a corner at a nameless bar where no one would recognize him and drinks up one whole bottle or whatever bottle that he is sober enough to order next, thinking about his memories with Y/N. The good memories, the bad memories, and just memories of her. The way she walks, talks, laugh and smile. The way she always smell, of roses and vanilla, the way she needs to drink a cup of milk before she can fall asleep, the way she loves to dance in the rain. Every single thing reminds Taehyung of Y/N. So he drinks. He keeps on drinking until all theres left are hazy memories of her, and yet, when he wakes up after passing out at some alleyway the next morning, her face is always the first thing that appeared in his mind.

Taehyung shouldnt be this way. He shouldnt even feel this way. He shouldnt even be thinking about Y/N at all. Y/N has found someone new. Someone who can make her laugh better, smile wider, happier even, and she dont need him anymore. But why is it Taehyung needs her more than ever now?

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody need you like I do I know that there’s others that deserve you But my darling, I am still in love with you

“T-Taehyung?” Y/N’s sleepy eyes popped wide open when she realized who is at her door at 4 am in the morning, looking drunk as hell and disheveled.

“Baybeeeee,” Taehyung slurred as he stumbled into the door, trying to kiss her but Y/N avoided him.

“Tae go home. Its 4 am and you are drunk,”

“I-Im not drunkkk. I want to see my babybeee,” he giggles and stumbled into the couch.

“Tae…” Y/N sighed. “Just stay there. Ill make some coffee to help you sober up and then maybe you can go home,” Y/N make sure he is safe and comfortable on the couch before heading to the kitchen to make him the coffee and some snacks. By the time she came back, Taehyung is already fast asleep, drooling on her couch. She stood there in front of him, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, looking at him sadly.

“I guess… we just have to talk tomorrow then. Sleep well Taehyung,”

/////

“Hey… how are you feeling?” Taehyung feels like he has woken up in heaven when the first thing he sees is Y/N’s face smiling in front of him if its not for the killer headache attacking his head right at that moment.

“Like dying,” he groans out. Y/N giggles at his answer and even then he feels his heart skipped a beat from the sound.

“I know. You are hangover. Drink this. It will help,” she pushes a glass of hot beverage in front of him and some pills. “And I made breakfast too. Eat up before you go okay,” the thought of Y/N making him breakfast sends his heart into a frenzy but then he remembers her next words, ‘before you go’ . Right. They are no longer together. He can no longer lounge and watch TV with her, legs tangling together after breakfast or his favorite, making sweet sweet love to her. Y/N belongs to someone else now. And he needs to go after he eats breakfast.

“Yeah.. thanks,” he takes a sip of the drink and swallow his pills. “I take it I was drunk and showed up at your house at late hours last night?”

“4 am to be exact,” she smiles.

“I’m really sorry Y/N,”

“Its okay Tae. It happens. I understand. Eat up and sober up okay? Your brothers must be worried about you,” she smiles again and start to get up but Taehyung stop her by pulling her hand.

“No. Theres no possible way that you can understand Y/N,” he looks at her straight in the eye. “You wont be able to understand how much I miss you, need you,”

“Taehyung, dont,” Y/N tries to shake her hand loose but to no avail.

“Please Y/N…”

“I-I dont know what you are asking from me. Taehyung we are over. I have met someone new now,” Y/N tries to shake her hand off again. “Tae… I’m happy with him,” Her words were like a blade to Taehyung’s heart. “You know I’m happy with him,”

“Y/N… I know you deserve to be happy. I know theres someone out there that deserves you more than me, that can treat you better, love you better…” he trailed off, hoping for a reaction.

Y/N just kept quiet, finally able to take her hand back after Taehyung let it go.

“But Y/N… give me a chance. You have loved me before. You can love me again. I will treat you the way you really deserve Y/N. Please…,” Taehyung begged, his eyes wide. “Y/N… I still love you. I am still so in love with you. I cant forget you. I cant move on from you,”

“Tae… please dont do this,” Y/N sniffles, tears threatening to fall down. “You know I love you before Tae. You are everything to me,” she cups his face. “But its over. You didnt choose me. So I chooses someone new Tae. And this breakup is the only gift I could give you,”

I could try to smile to hide the truth I know I was happier with you

“Happy anniversary Kim Taehyung. I cant believe its our 10th year together now,” Y/N smiles at him and Taehyung smiles back. God, he misses that smile. So beautiful. A smile that never fails to make all his bad days turns good again. That smile that never leave her face no matter how bad Taehyung treated her all this years. Abandoned her, keeping her a secret, yells at her, making her a punching bag, push her around, hurt her… everything bad he did, she only replied with that smile.

Why am I so stupid? Taehyung thought to himself. He already have the perfect angel bestowed upon him and all he do is take her for granted and hurt her. I’m never going to make her cry out of sadness ever again. Ever. I’m going to make it right this time. Who am I kidding? No one will ever be able to make as happy as she is. Y/N is the only one for me. Forever and always. I’m at my happiest only when I’m with her, and I’ll keep it that way.

Yerin was a mistake. He never loved her. He realized that now. Everything he did with her is out of lust, and blinded feelings. Y/N deserves better. Y/N is the only girl for him and he knows that now. Taehyung just hopes that he is not too late.

“Happy anniversary baby,” Taehyung closes the gap between them and hold her hand. He leans in to give her a kiss but Y/N titlted her head, avoiding it, making Taehyung confused. “Baby? Everything okay?”

“Everything is more than okay. Its great even,” Y/N smiles again, but her smile is sad this time. Taehyung furrowed her brows. Whats happening? He starts to panics when tears starts falling down her cheeks softly, but the smile still etched across her face.

“T-then why are you crying baby?”

“N-nothing. I’m just going to give you your present okay?”

“Okay. But wait!” Taehyung reached on the table and take the gift box that he had wrapped so carefully. “Open mine first. Its not much baby but I promise everything is changing starting now. That present is just the beginning,” he grins, knowing Y/N couldnt possibly understand what he is talking about.

“I…” Y/N looks down, not moving to take the box. “Just… I want to give you my present first okay Taehyung?”

“O-okay then baby. What is it?”

“I’m afraid its not something material,” she smiles. “But I know you will love it,”

“Really? What is it baby?” Taehyung smiles warmly at her. “Whatever it is you are giving me, I will like it anyway. Because it came from you,”

Y/N smiles and didnt say anything, moving closer to him and take his hand, her thumb carresing the back of his hand before the other carressed his cheeks. Her eyes look into his deeply, as if trying to remember his face one last time. Taehyung feels panic rising in his chest but keeps on smiling.

“My gift for you Taehyung, is a bit special. Since its our 10 years anniversary,” she looks down for a moment before lifting her eyes to look back into his, glazed with tears. “I’m giving you your freedom,”

“What do you mean? What freedom?”

“I’m breaking up with you Tae,” Y/N smiles softly, tears are again cascading down her cheeks.

“Breaking up?! What?! Baby no! I-”

“Listen to me!” Y/N raised her hand to stop him from talking. “I’m breaking up with you Tae, so you dont have to. I know about you and Yerin and I also know about how long it has been going on,” Taehyung felt all the blood is gone from his face as he tries to grab Y/N’s hand but she flinched away. “I’m giving you freedom from me Tae. So you dont have to cheat anymore. Go to her,”

“Baby no! I’m sorry!” Taehyung is also crying now. “Baby, I swear. Its a mistake. I-”

“Its not a mistake when it has been going on for more than a year Tae,” Y/N gave him a small smile. “I can see your face Tae. Your exhaustion whenever you are with me. How forced you feel when you have to come back to me when all you want is to be with her, right? Its alright. This is my final gift to you. You dont have to feel bad anymore. And I wont put this against you,” Y/N nods and pulls out something from behind the couch, her luggage that Taehyung recognized so well. He recognized because they bought it together. The stickers on it a reminder of all the places they have been together, creating memories, but now all torned up, leaving the surface if the luggage empty. Is she throwimg all their memories away?

“No. No! I’m not letting you go! Y/N, I’m sorry. I know. I know my mistake is too huge to be forgiven, but give me a chance to redeem myself. Just dont leave me, plesse baby,” he pleaded, begging desperately.

“I cant do that Tae. Every night when you didnt come home I cried in my bed, my head spinning, thinking if you are with her tonight. Thinking if you are doing the things you used to do with me. Are you happy with her? Are you sleeping soundly in her arms? I cant do that anymore Tae. I’m sorry but I cant,”

“I swear Y/N. Its over. Its really is over! Its you. You are the one I want. The one I love!” Taehyung tries to pull her back when she tries to wheel her luggage out the door.

“Tae.. I keep on thinking, wondering. Is there anything else that I could have done, that I should have do to prevented you from doing it… but I cant think of anything. I have given you my everything Tae bur its not enough,” Y/N sobs. “I realized it now. Im not enough. A-and this is the last thing I can give you to proof how much I love you,”

“If you love me, please dont go Y/N. Please dont. I will change. Ill do anything you want, please Y/N. I love you, I love you,” Taehyung is already on his knees, hugging her waist but she peeled off his hands that di wrapped around her.

“You dont love me Tae. If you do you wouldnt have done it. There must be something about her that makes you keep coming back… and I’m giving you the freedom to enjoy that with her. That is my last gift to you,” Y/N pushed his hands away and with tear stricken face turn to him one last time. “Happy anniversary Tae, you know I love you, but my love alone is not enough. You will be happier without me. Goodbye my love,”

And with that, Y/N walks out, never looking back.

Baby, you look happier, you do I knew one day you’d fall for someone new But if he breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you

“Its been years Tae… you need to accept the fact that Y/N is happy and she is getting married okay?” Jimin sympathetically looks at his friend. “You want her to be happy dont you? And look at her Tae,” Jimin points to the front, where the main couple of the engagement party stood. “She looks so happy. Jungkook makes her happy, and you know that. He treats her right. She has been happy ever since she met Kookie at the bar,”

Taehyung look at the newly engaged couple in front of the room, Jungkook pulling Y/N, his now fiancee, in for a kiss as she blushes shyly and gave a weak smile towards Jimin.

“She doesnt just look happy Chim,” Taehyung said, making Jimin turned to him,curious as to what his friend is going to say. “She looks extremely happier. Happier than she ever did with me… and thats a good thing right?” Taehyung finishes off his glass in one gulp. “But I’ll be here Chim. I’ll be waiting for her here, forever. And if I ever be given the chance again, then I’ll make her even happier than that,”

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i love u and the psd u have for mirio is beautiful!!! can u rec some bnha blogs? or maybe anime blogs in general, thank u!

you want blog recs ?! i got blog recs ! also , i did have another anon a few months ago asking for blog recs , so i’ll only be recommending b.nha blogs , since i can do non - b.nha blogs another day ! ALSO , thank you so much for your input on my psd for mirio  !!  i’m so proud of it , as well tbh !  ❤︎ i’m putting this under a read more so i can gush and not clog up peoples’ dashes !! also these are in order of my following list rn , so it’s in no specific order .

@dualbred  /  @soarsun  /  @eletriq  /  sunny’s other blogs  ❤︎  sunny is someone whose name describes what they are perfectly : he’s a ray of sunshine in your day ! he’s very charming, creative, and sweet, and he’s the perfect person to go to if you want to plot and walk out of the conversation just . screaming . whether that’s good or bad , depends .@frogblep  ❤︎  idk if birdie is okay with a lot of people following since they’re really private + super mutuals-exclusive, but they’re so cute and have such a great personality ! 10/10 would chirp .@ichorsun  ❤︎  wow i love hide the canon character . but for real , rye has such a well - crafted oc , and this blog deserves all the attention it can get !@dprssin  /  @quirkgifter  /  @mcka  ❤︎  listen i know nanners is on hiatus cause the fandom sucks ( which is why i also linked his d . va ) , but that doesn’t erase the fact that he’s got one of the best [ and only , from what i’ve seen hsdkfjs ] nanas out there . also , we support n adore his native american mixed aizawa , thank you . @toughfist​  /  @torncape  /  @tailsfur  ❤︎  nora is so so kind and honestly just a huge burst of sunshine in your day ! also sakkun is such a cute oc tbh . it’s obvious she puts a lot of love into her muses , so go check out her blogs !!@knowthem​  /  @inneall​  ❤︎  i haven’t interacted much with jade yet , but honestly if you write iida i already trust you … sfkjs but honestly speaking , jade is a welcome and warm presence on the dash . just having them around is grounds for a good time !@pyrrhe​  /  @spireheart​  ❤︎  ram my love … my buddy in great music taste … she’s your local lesbian who’s here to kick butt and write amazing replies and guess what … she’s all out of butts to kick .@sepiternal​  /  @amariodal​  /  @hwitzr​  /  @solsace​ ( shut up , will’s an anime — )   ❤︎  rory literally made a mirio because i wanted one , what more could you ask out of a son … but really , he’s one of my longest standing friends and no matter rain or shine , i know i can count on them to be vivacious and original @lacquarms​  /  @jetlegs​  ❤︎  if anything happened to theus i will personally manifest in every tumblr user’s room and delete all of their blogs and destroy the entire website myself . but tbh , theus is so amazing and charismatic !! 100% recommendation from me@whiphero​  ❤︎  hansie is just one of those people who , like , you see a new blog followed you and you go to check it out , then you see hansie’s name on there and it’s just an instant follow tbh .@palmfed​  /  @wuvlite​  /  @dphium​  ❤︎  punpun is always very funny and super multifaceted in his skills … he has so much creative energy , but also he’s the друг friend so like . tread carefully . oh . he’s already there . clicking the follow button . you’re on your own now . godspeed .@amerismash​​  ❤︎  FOSTEEEER [ i yell so loud i break the sound barrier ] follow foster , just trust me on this . you won’t regret it .@tikkvn​  /  @montlady​​  ❤︎  cass radiates big lesbian energy by merely existing and if that’s not the kind of presence you aim to be … but for real , befriending cass is going to be nothing but fun times and a nonstop waterfall of support . they’re so lovely and super valid and just the kind of person you naturally want as a friend !@ohaul​​  ❤︎  i’ve yet to interact much with veggie , but honestly ? i already trust them . sfhjdks but seriously , they seem real cool ! doctors say you need veggies everyday so here’s a perfect chance for you to get your daily dose !@c0py​​  ❤︎  bruno this icon of yours radiates so much chaotic feeling … but honestly , bruno is great and you gotta check out their monoma 10 / 10 say critics ( me )@natsutodoroki​​  /  @ksri​  /  @negativeat​  ❤︎  i’m not over the fact that you managed to get such canon urls but hskfjds clarrie is honestly such a kind and charismatic person , and the way she writes her muses makes it evident they put a lot of thought into how the character is portrayed in canon itself . also natsuo is clarrie’s oc i don’t make the rules .@heartmindcd​​  ❤︎  okay first of all , can i just say : vincent’s art ? [ fans myself … ] but honestly as a fellow artist in the rpc , i love seeing other muns’ art on my dash and vincent is no exception . he has such a distinct style , and this also translates into how he portrays shinsou ! he obviously has a good handle on how shinsou works as a character , and seeing him in my notes or on the dash is always grounds to make me smile !@yunihon​​  ❤︎  endy is the best , eri is the best … but seriously , endy’s eri ( that sounds like a tongue twister ) is amazing . 5/5 best daughter , would adopt and protect from all harm ( please protect eri from all harm )@charistatic​  /  @ofiignition​​  ❤︎  i have so many feelings for gina and tbqh they are all positive . we kind of brushed shoulders with one another in a previous fandom , but now that i’ve gotten to better know her , i can say for sure that i will personally destroy you with both my hands if you make gina upset in any way . but for real , she’s caring and so fun to be around . also we scream about promised neverland together , i mean , what’s not great about that ?!@riteous​​  ❤︎  eulalie has a b.nha verse on this blog so i’m putting them here .  ok ok but thanos is singlehandedly one of my most favourite oc’s in the world . whenever eulalie posts about them i’m just : eyes : : ok_hand : : 100 : … also they look … stunning . seriously , if you’re going to follow eulalie for like the most bare bone reason , follow because their muse is the prettiest but stay because the mun is a wonderful person .@faceplain​​  ❤︎  kit’s sero is iconic … you should check out their blog !! and if not it’s okay , i’m activating my own tape quirk to slingshot you over there right now as i type .@trapsminds​​  ❤︎  i literally look at sunne’s icon on my dash and i immediately light up into a smile , and if that isn’t any indication that this is a shinsou worth following then idk what ever will be .@bgku​  /  @kwurk​​  ❤︎  CLOOOOOOO —- [ i continue this for 3 hours straight until you click clo’s blog ] ok but really i love clo’s headcanons for bakugou so much … even the smallest , two word post will leave me going :D !!@raijima​  /  @slipstep​​  ❤︎  ryou has a b.nha verse so i’m putting him on here too but also vanur is such an imaginative person and i love every single idea that pops out from his head . he writes such amazing and divine original characters , they feel like they’re real and palpable .@tapeties​  /  @exposensei​​  ❤︎  REID I GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE RIGHT NOW !!! tbh when i think of aizawa , i just think of reid in general … his penmanship with any character is * chef - kisses my fingers *@chargebolted​  /  @noquirk​​  ❤︎  if you’re not following prince i’m going to come into your house and steal all of your left shoes . ok but really , prince is not only inventive and innovative , he puts a unique and loving touch on every single character he writes . literally ! what more can you ask for ?! i actually mix myself up because i’m so accustomed to writing about / with his deck that i forget he isn’t canon , which . hello , hori ? do it . now . puppeteer and analyzer spin off WHEN !?@trickry​​  ❤︎  you’re lucky i’m putting you on here because i literally hovered over your blog just to double check things like i did with everyone else’s and i got met with that stupid header oh my go — ( but follow hunni actually )@thuskindlyiscatter​​  ❤︎  what do you mean ruby isn’t a canon bnha character ( august just ended but i’m extending it . today is august 37th . so you have to follow august during this month . )@rdriots​​  ❤︎  you know how sometimes you just associate a mun or muse with one another ? like , if you thought of the name tooru , a lot of people would think of me ? i think of kiri and one of the first blogs that comes into mind is this one , because leo’s kiri is just that iconic .@viperot​​  ❤︎  don’t follow if you don’t want madoka to release 10 , 000 snakes into your muse’s house . actually it doesn’t matter , they’re going to do it anyway . i hear their reviews on yelp are awful , though :(  in all seriousness , lemon is one of the best muns i know out there . they’re naturally just a great person . #geminisolidarity@scartar​​  ❤︎  i would kill for zander . like . literally . i would kill for zander . seeing zander on my dash brings me so much unbridled joy … also they’re the person who likes every single one of your posts , get THAT kind of support in your life tbh .@quirkedit​  /  @heartslight​​  ❤︎  sparky log onto your monoma . sparky log onto your monoma . log onto your monoma , sparky . sp@ondespair​​  /  @onfaith​  ❤︎  who is this man i don’t know him he just randomly appeared on this blog rec and definitely does not have a super well - thought out and developed oc .@killslove​​  ❤︎  rose logged onto his himiko yesterday and i am still screaming about it more than 24 hours later … but honestly , rose puts SOOOOOO SO SO SO SO much thought into how himiko works as a character , and that makes me happy because i also wrote / psychoanalyzed her for a brief moment and tbh rose ? articulates all of that research into a well fleshed out and believable interpretation of her .@creatied​​  ❤︎  i went to type in the url but then just typed in ‘ maddy ’ like an idiot . but yeah . maddy . she’s beauty she’s grace she loves momo so much and you can very much tell . she isn’t super active rn and that’s understandable but whenever she does post i am heart eyes !@implosiveexplosive​​  ❤︎  HONESTLY JUST LOOK AT JAY’S WRITING AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T FOLLOW OH MY GOD IT’S GORGEOUS@boydazzle​​  ❤︎  egg est un auteur magnifique ! aussi … voulez-vous du fromage ? :)@keiuu​​  ❤︎  QUEENIE IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE ON THIS WEBSITE this isn’t even my opinion it’s literally a FACT  thank you goodBYE@aerve​​  ❤︎  can you tell i’m writing so much i’m running out of things to say without just repeating 20239 times that everyone is amazing ( which they are ) anyway coral is one of said people who i can use a billion adjectives to describe positively and yet my brain is churning out none . but coral ? valid . so valid . also gr8 art amazing beautiful wondrous@halfher​​  ❤︎  i think out of everyone here , kaien is the person who has known me the longest … honestly kaien has the skill to be a full - fledged published author at this point and you can’t convince me otherwise . i’ve seen them improve and grow in the 3 or so years between when we first interacted and now … i’m so proud of them tbh !@juuheart​​  ❤︎  i love notay the canon bleach character bUT ALSO NIQUE STOP HURTING HER !! >:((( but also follow nique so you can become attached to notay and yell every time nique hurts her — KJSFFNSDJK@negatiiv​​  ❤︎  hands down one of the most well - done / well - executed oc’s on here . there’s so much development that’s gone on with emi , it’s unbelievable . but also [ naruto vc ] believe it@anquished​​  ❤︎  jihoon is my son and izuku is tooru’s son need i say more i mean really … but also jihoon writes such a unique take on izuku and i love his portrayal so much @faulterd  ❤︎   rOWAN’S MOMO IS SO AMAZING IT’S LIKE I’M READING EVERY INTERACTION STRAIGHT FROM THE MANGA ITSELF !!!@quirkthief  ❤︎  oh my god i’m posting all of these blogs in the reverse order that i followed them from and i literally had to go through 700 followers to finally find connor all the way in the first few hundred i followed after making the blog … how long … is that … how lONG HAVE I KNOWN CONNOR ?! but existential crisis aside , connor’s afo is like … the one canon afo for me lmao . i could write a huge tangent on how much i appreciate him but honestly if you follow him and talk to him you’ll know already . but also be warned cause you’re basically already going to be placed in the afo cult and there’s no escaping please help me i—@greaterhero  /  @conhnhaketon  ❤︎   i literally had to find an excuse to put ro on this because they’re not even an anime blog and they hate the b.nha fandom ( hecking valid if you ask me ) but i want to put them here anyway because you need to follow ro … how are you following me but not them … okay but for real , they’re smart n kind n super fun to talk to ! love forever … and also huge respect tbh …@mightyfrail  ❤︎   a wonderful wonderful all might honestly hsdfjs i’ve been following this blog for soooo long it’s literally … illegal that we’ve yet to interact what the heckie … but yeah , all might is a trans icon there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise 

[svu-stories]

.89 | The Downward Spiral

Characters: Barba/Reader Word Count: 2,712 Prompt: Barba finds his SO falling ‘off the wagon’ Requested by: @rauliskafan​ (like...6 months ago. I’m so sorry!) Warnings: Eating Disorders (Sp. Bulimia - somewhat detailed/graphic), Depression/Anxiety

You stood over the sink in the kitchen and dropped the spoon in your hand to the bottom of the basin. It clanked against the metal, jarring you slightly. Eyes took in the illuminated clock on the microwave - 1:49 AM - and the numbers were emblazoned in the back of your mind. You knew that this was it. Forever would the numbers 1:49 mean the moment you decided to give up.

Mint chocolate chip ice cream still lingered on your taste buds. It marred the memories of the hot cocoa you’d consumed just prior, along with the red velvet cupcake Rafael had brought home to you and the apple slices you had started the small binge with. There were a few containers containers of leftovers finished off, too. You reveled in the lingering scent of the pork adobo he had made for you only hours ago. Uncontrollable emotions had started to take over again. A medication change prompted by your psychiatrist’s fear of recent complacency seemed to kick off the downward spiral. You knew he had noticed. Rafael Barba wasn’t always the perfect husband, but he still held you when you cried and bought cupcakes when he didn’t have the words to provide comfort.

And in his defense, you had been far less than the perfect spouse, too.

You rinsed the dishes and dropped them into the dishwasher before crumpling the empty pint of ice cream beneath your fingers. Running your thumb over the ridge, you tossed it in the trash, staring for a few moments before slamming the cabinet door shut and letting your feet carry you mindlessly to the guest bathroom.

The master wasn’t an option. You couldn’t let Rafael down, fearing that your failure would make him feel like all of his effort to love you through your reopened wounds had gone to waste. It would never be his fault that you weren’t good enough. All you needed now was to purge all of the emotions that left you exhausted. You needed to take back control. Gripping the doorknob, you pushed the door open easily and toed inside. Just down the hall, through a cracked door, you could hear the silence of a slumber gripped husband who worked too many hours and needed a healthy counterpart. You could feel your heart sink. What you were about to do was a disappointment to you all.

It had been so long.

You had been so healthy.

You followed all of the rules, took every step, opened your heart to him, let yourself heal.

You shook your head as your brain reminded you of the failures. Each time you felt bitter that another court date got his attention rather than you. The job you quit purely because you couldn’t find a way to deal with an overbearing supervisor. The burnt dinners that sat on the table when you were too distracted. The dust that had settled on the furniture because you lost the energy to tidy up. Theu job interviews that had no call backs, or worse - the resumes sent with no response. He deserved so much better.

Shutting the door behind you, you swallowed hard. The tiny surroundings of the half bath were almost too small. You could feel the walls closing in as sobs caught in your throat, unable to make the final journey to be dispelled. You didn’t deserve to cry. This was your choice, your story, and you had to abide in the pain that existed. If you were a little stronger, a little smarter, a little less brash, maybe you would be worthy. Worthy of Rafael and of the life you lived.

It was a delicate dance, but you were too clumsy to be carried away on the twirls of a ballerina’s graceful choreography.

You reached for the faucet, turning it on as high as you could get the water pressure to go in your Manhattan apartment. You paused. It was Rafael’s apartment, really. He took you in when you wed, as was custom, but you knew you could never afford it without him. Especially now, unemployed with few prospects of work.

He insisted it was the right thing to do when you left your previous position. You had worked your way up the ladder, sitting in a management position with nine-to-five hours, plenty of vacation, and a hefty Christmas bonus each year. Still, your supervisor could only point out your flaws, and there were plenty. Your tears each night had started to break him. You took sick days regularly and your job performance suffered as you convinced yourself you were unable to be the employee they needed. Your misery left you helpless.

Still, you hadn’t disappeared into the depths of this dungeon through all of that.

You knelt, scratchy blue carpet from the small rug in the powder room pressing into your knees. You almost regretted your tendency to sleep only in one of Rafael’s v-necks. It had always been your preference since given the option while you were still dating. You clutched the soft fabric and lifted it around your nose, swallowing hard as you inhaled his scent. The sob you’d held back so long ago escaped as you gripped the rim of porcelain before you.

It happened faster than you could really process, but without a second thought you purged the recent intake of junk food from your system. Your body heaved as you gripped the sides of the toilet bowl, eyes closing as salty tears ran down your cheeks. Everything hurt in that moment. It had been so long since the familiar burn had overtaken your senses, but with your previous meal came out all of the fears of being imperfect. The pressure of wondering if you could ever make it in the world dissipated, even if only for a second.

A second was all it took, though, for the thing that you believed you controlled to control you all over again.

This time, it was the opening of the bathroom door. Its creaking hinges made you jump as you realized you had been caught. Rafael’s gasp was barely audible over the running water as he crouched beside you, brushing strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. You hadn’t even realized how damp it was. You felt lips on the back of your neck and heard a gentle sigh. You heaved once more, swallowing hard before leaning back on your heels once you were certain all contents of your stomach had been expelled. A shaky hand reached up, fingers struggling to push down the lever on the back of toilet, flushing away the contents that were proving the guilt of falling off of the proverbial wagon.

“Mi amor,” he said quietly. His voice was breathy as he ran a hand over your back. The rise and fall of your shoulders was exaggerated as you caught your breath, staring at wall rather than letting your gaze meet his. It was easier for both of you if he couldn’t see the shame clouding your vision. “Did you eat something bad? Are you ill?”

His voice sounded far away, but your skin tingled beneath his touches. You slowly closed your eyes and fell into his chest, letting a warm embrace envelop you as you started to cry. He knew every minute detail of your past. It was part of giving him your heart, and you didn’t regret it ever. At least, not until now. Now he was worried. He thought it was innocent. Your collapse in the bathroom, the faucet running, the burning feeling in your throat, even the relief you felt from purging every moment of the last several years that you had held inside left you wanting to fall asleep, exhausted from hiding from him. But he was right there. You couldn’t ignore his warm hands, the gentle kisses to the top of your head, or his worried gaze for much longer.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, holding you closer. You could almost feel the depths of his thoughts. Perhaps he was wondering if the pure act of vomiting had triggered you. Maybe he already knew you had relapsed into a world of negative thoughts and desires to be perfect. “You’re safe with me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You sat together for several minutes. Your tears finally subsided into the occasional sniffle and you hoisted your body away from his, standing up to fill a dixie cup with water. You never used to need to rinse your mouth out, but the foul tastes lingered and you had to forget. You swished cold liquid over your tongue and around your cheeks, glancing in the mirror. Red-rimmed eyes stared back at you with a hauntingly empty expression. You were empty again.

Your gut was void of food and your mind void of the self-hatred.

For now.

You turned off the water after spitting and tossed the empty cup in the trash. Leaning against the counter, you glanced at Rafael, who had positioned himself carefully on the now closed lid of the toilet.

“Let’s go to bed,” you whispered, voice raspy as you ran a hand through your hair and tried to avoid talking about what just happened. Maybe he still thought you just had a stomach bug. “Maybe I should stay on the couch so I don’t infect you, though.”

Rafael’s green eyes were all-knowing, and you wanted to shrink under his gaze. Sitting down he was shorter than you, and you tilted your chin down to see him better. He crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a deep sigh, “Are you ill?”

You pursed your lips, shrugging.

“That’s not an answer,” he continued. His voice held a quiet confidence.

“Can we please talk about it in the morn-“

“You’re not sick,” he breathed, teeth clenched. “Please tell me the truth.”

You shook your head. You weren’t sick with a bug or virus at least, and no food poisoning had overtaken your symptom causing cramps and vomiting that couldn’t be controlled. Instead, you were sick with anxiety and depression, negative thoughts that wouldn’t leave you alone. It was a constant nagging in the back of your mind; a tiny, small voice repeated the failures of your life over and over.

It convinced you that you weren’t worth living.

You could see his face fall. You tried to evaluate his emotions. For a fleeting second you thought you recognized disgust, then disappointment, and finally fear. You had made your husband - the only person in the world who loved you unconditionally - fear you. He had never known you ill. He had never seen the skin and bones version of yourself who was hollow from the inside out. Rafael Barba had watched you fall haphazardly into panic attacks and anger-filled cleaning binges. He had heard you berate yourself over and over. But he had never seen this.

He had never watched the skin be pulled away to reveal the brokenness that was held together with a few safety pins, some tape, and glue. The broken hearted girl who had first started trying to control food as the only chance she had to keep her life in check had never been his spouse.

Until now.

“You did this to yourself?” He asked, his voice quiet as a mouse.

You nodded slowly, refusing to make eye contact as your toes dug into the rug beneath you. This time, you were thankful that you didn’t wear socks. The scratchy fabric pieces grounded you into the moment.

You caught him raise his hand out of your peripheral vision and instantly took half a step back. Realizing he was just running fingers through his perfect hair, you let out the breath you hadn’t meant to hold. “You did this yourself,” he repeated gently. “Which means we have to talk about it. Because God-forbid I let you walk down this road and risk losing you.”

Your mind wandered, unable to handle the sudden onslaught of emotion you felt. You wanted to go finish off the lasagna Carisi had brought over the other night for the entire squad and start the process all over again. Then you wouldn't feel once more. You needed to be able to not feel.

Rafael finally looked up, shaking his head, “Look at me.”

You swallowed hard, eyes still trained on the wall behind him. You were slowly counting the number of loose threads you noticed in the towel behind his head. You frowned, wrinkling your nose, lost in thoughts of replacing the old, ratty towels with new ones that better matched the color scheme.

"Did you hear me?" He asked, voice a little louder. "Look at me."

You snapped to attention, slowly moving your gaze to his. The stare of his green eyes caused you to step back again. You hated hurting him, and all you could see was pain.

"What can I do?" he finally asked.

Despite his quiet tone, you were convinced he was still angry.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. The response was automatic. Being caught in your teenage years, still under the watchful eye of your parents, you had always apologized first in hopes that they wouldn't send you away. You knew the drill. It was a rehabilitation and treatment center with minimal freedoms and a bunch of other kids as sick, if not sicker, than you were. You had to beg and plead with them to not be force fed food and watched for hours after so you couldn't purge. Your entire life was taken away except for the voices that reminded you how much you were hated.

Having to be babysat because they couldn't trust you just added fuel to the fire of your family and friends.

And now your husband.

Rafael stood slowly, his posture non-threatening and easy. He held out his arms, beckoning you into a hug. You doubted it at first, looking away again. This time you stared at your feet, willing them to carry you to safety, but they felt heavier than cinder blocks as they cemented themselves into the rug. Finally looking up, you nodded. The tears were starting to fall again, and this time you fell into Rafael's embrace willingly.

You clung to him as though you could be ripped away at any moment, a fragment of your normally confident self. The mask had faded and finally you admitted to your failure. He whispered sweet nothings as he tried to comfort you, fingers tangled in your hair, butterfly kisses crossing your forehead and temple. You felt his whole body grow broader around you, seemingly protecting you from anything outside of embrace.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't do it anymore."

"Hey, hey," he answered, his voice calm but strong. You could tell he wanted to carry you through it without any other words, but he spoke anyway. "We'll figure this out, mi amor. We'll go to therapy or see a nutritionist, whatever you need. You call the shots, here. But I'm not letting you dwindle away into that world again, you hear me? You're my love, my life, and I need you, all right?"

"You deserve better," you started, hiccuping through your sentence as your strength slowly gave way into leaning the majority of your body weight against him.

Rafael shook your head, pulling you back just enough to place a warm, inviting kiss on your lips, "Don't you ever say that again. I don't deserve you, and I'll fight every day to make you believe it."

You didn't believe him fully. Not yet, at least, but you nodded to at least affirm that you'd heard it.

"I'm scared to death," he admitted quietly.

You smiled sadly, knowing he was telling the truth, "Me, too, Rafa."

Rafael sighed, pressing his forehead into yours as he held you up. He was your rock and strength. You knew his world was filled with skeletons and nightmares, too, and somehow you always made it through together. You nodded against him, letting your noses brush against one another, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"I love you," he whispered. "We'll figure it out."

You found his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing it. This time, you believed he was right.

[lorenzcvalentin]

"I heard that kissing is good luck too." Oh no he was totally lying, this was another thing he was going to have to confess to his priest about on Sunday. Obviously he'd have to leave out the part where he was thinking about Theus' wiener at the time, but he'd definitely say that he'd lied about kisses being good luck as a way to get more of them. Was he thinking about wieners again? That was so- yeah that was just so not what he should be doing right now, except it kind of was because here they were. Close, like, really close, cuddling close and there Theus was looking him ead in the face and- oh no. Enzo cleared his throat as he actively thought of that time he'd seen his tito's open bed sore at the home to keep the blood from going where it definitely, definitely should not be going right now. "Theus," baby, "they've got so many animal compilation videos. But hey, what if I kissed you again?"

A short laugh fell out of his mouth as Enzo accidentally dropped his phone, but it quickly simmered into just a smile soon after. "It would be super lucky. I've heard that somewhere before that people hold hands all the time for luck." He nodded his head as if that was a very true statement. It wasn't at all. Epi just really wanted to hold the lycan's hand. Especially since the two of them couldn't really kiss all that much. He wondered if they could even hold hands in front of anyone. Maybe they could eventually, but he wasn't sure how comfortable Enzo would be with that yet so he wouldn't suggest it. The avariel was fine with them holding hands or kissing in private. It made it more personal that way anyway. Yeah, that was exactly it and he was perfectly fine with it. "Really? All night?" He moved away slightly so that his hands could rest on Enzo's shoulders. "That means we can watch these cat videos for hours. Are there other animal compilations, too? Dogs? Lizards? Snakes?"

[drewsb12]

Neither Alone Nor Lonely (Byeler one shot)

   Alone. It was so new for little Mike. He had never been alone. When he was at home, his mom was always there with him, taking care of him, playing with him. But here, in this baby school like Nancy had mocked it, he was alone for the first time. He didn’t like it at all. It was scary. He looked around, trying to find a familiar face, someone from his class, but every kids were already in groups. Little Mike felt so lost he was about to cry.

   He was about to go sit on his own and wait till the end of recess when his eyes found the swings. There was another little boy. He was alone too, just swinging by himself. Mike could see his hair moving through the air everytime the swing went up and then back. Mike gathered all the courage he had and walked toward the swing set. He stopped right in front of the other boy who slowed down and looked up at him. He had bright green eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight.

   “Dyouwannabemfriend?”, Mike blurted out in a breath. He felt really stupid but the other boys eyes widened and his face broke into a large smile.

   “Yes!”, he answered while nodding frantically. Mike was once again mesmerized by the way his hair moved and the way the sun made it shine like gold.

   “I’m Mike. Short for Michael.”, he said taking the other boy’s hand and shaking enthusiastically like he had seen his dad do with other men.

   “I’m William.”

   “Can I call you Will? Short for William.”

   “Will?”, he seemed to be considering it. “I like Will.”, he seemed really happy. Maybe just as happy as Mike felt. He sat on the swing next to Will and suddenly he wasn’t alone anymore.

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   Alone. It felt so new to Mike. He hadn’t been alone since the first day of kindergarten when he had befriended Will. Will. Things had changed a lot since then. Theu had met Lucas and then Dustin, they had formed the party. They had fought dragons and trolls, all kinds of demons. And then there was the demogorgon. And Will was gone. Missing. Dead. He was alone. No, not alone. Eleven was in the basement with him, he could hear her play with his supercom. Not alone. Lonely, and maybe it was worse. Even his mother’s hugs weren’t enough to mend his broken heart.

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   “Darling you’ve got to let me know... Should I stay or should I go?”

   “It’s a stupid song.”, Mike said. “Where did you find that?”

   “Jonathan gave me this tape. I like it.” Will answered with a frown.

   “That’s because you’re weird.” Mike replied chuckling. “But I like you better that way.” His friend smiled brightly and Mike could feel his cheek redden. “But the song still sucks.” Will playfully hit his arm and they dissolved in fits of laughter.

      Now looking at Will in his hospital bed singing the lyrics so low, the song didn’t seem stupid at all anymore.

   “If I go there would be trouble...”

There had been trouble. The demogorgon, Eleven, Barb, Dr Brenner. Mike had no idea how Will survived a whole week in the Upside Down with that monster chasing him. He was so brave. So strong.

   “...If I stay it would be double.”

It won’t, Mike makes the promise that nothing ever going to hurt his best friend ever again. Mike would be there. They would never be alone ever again.

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   “It was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Scared. He could see it in his friend’s eyes, he was scared. So was Mike. He just wanted his best friend back. So he opened his heart. He told him about the first day they met, he told him how much it meant to him. How much that simple word “Yes, you said yes” had made his life brighter. How it had made his heart beat faster. How it still does. Because this is still Will. His hair still bounce beautifully in the wind, his eyes still shine with the sun. His heart is still as pure as the day they met. And when he looks at him with tears in his eyes and shaky breaths in the air, Mike knows they’ll be alright. Because Will is still here, and he is the strongest of them all, he’s always been.

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   “Darling you’ve got to let me know... Should I stay or should I go?”

It’s a stupid song. It’s a stupid song for a slow. But it was still Will’s favorite. They hadn’t been able to dance together at the snowball, people in Hawkins weren’t very open-minded, so Mike had  brought Will home with him. And here they were, slow-dancing in his basement, The Clash playing in the background. Mike made Will twirl and he was smiling and giggling, and he was just plain beautiful. Mike finally found the courage to lean down and kiss him.

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   Alone. Lonely. It seemed so foreign to Mike. He hadn’t been either one since Will and he had moved in together 40 years ago, and looking at his best friend - his lover, his soulmate - grey hair moving with the wind, and green eyes shining with the sun, Mike knew he would never feel lonely, or be alone, ever again. Neither would Will.

THE END. (Hope you like it.)