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hxney-lemcn · 1 year ago

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Oh no OG Finn 😭😭😭

Please, PLEASE, alternate ending PLEASE.

I love og finn sm 😭😭😭

summary: reader has trouble figuring what universe they want to stay in. Prismo gives them some leniency and lets them visit Farmworld. Finally, reader makes their decision.

tw: ANGST! bittersweet

a/n: YES!!! I love og Finn sm omg. I made this so angsty but idk how else it would go otherwise...I might make a chapter six of this B section, but it would probably be short lol (This starts like the other one, obviously ends differently tho)

wc: 1.2k

Chapter Five [B]

Master List | Chapter One

“Heeeeeey,” Prismo drew out, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about leaving you there for so long.”

I blinked, unsure how to feel. On one hand, I did want to leave my previous scenario…but leaving forever? And without saying goodbye, or letting them know that I was safe? I bit my lip glancing to the side only to see the tv wall still on. My eyes widened as it showed Finn trekking through the forest, a worried glare set on his face as he followed the lantern light in the same direction I took off.

Prismo followed my view, “Oh, sorry. Don’t mean to distract you.” Then he turned the tv off, turning the wall back yellow.

I blinked, turning to face the pink wishmaster, “I have to go back.”

This time Prismo blinked at me, “You don’t wanna go back to your old world?”

I hesitated, and Prismo seemed to notice. He turned the tv back on, revealing the Finn from my world. Turning the volume up, it revealed Finn on the phone with Marcy.

“You haven’t found them yet?” He asked in a worried tone, desperation filled his expression.

“No,” Marcy was heard from the phone. “I’m sorry man. But I’m sure they're fine, maybe they went on a trip?”

“Without telling me?” Finn asked, slightly hurt. “They’d never do that.”

Suddenly, the situation got 10x worse. I felt torn. How do I have two different Finn’s searching for me? I frowned looking towards Prismo. I suddenly felt like crying. No matter which world I choose, I’d be leaving people behind. I started pacing, thinking of all the pros and cons. My frown started to wobble, as no matter what I did, it would be the wrong choice. The thought of Finn endlessly searching for me throughout Ooo, once again being left behind by someone he cared about. Or Finn going back to his family, having to explain the person they’ve grown so used to had run off, and only glob knows what happened to them.

“Whoah, whoah,” Prismo spoke up, turning the tv off once more. “Hey, since I kinda caused this whole mess…sorry ‘bout that…I can be a bit more lenient.” I looked up at the pink deity, unsure of what he meant. “How about you go back to Ooo, talk with Finn, and then make your decision. I’ll put a sticky note in your front pocket to send you back. If you’re still unsure, I can send you to the magicless world and you can talk to that Finn. How does that sound?”

Pursing my lips together, I replied, “Could…I actually talk to the Finn from the magicless world first?”

“Sure,” He shrugged, snapping his fingers. Like that, I was back to my campsite, this time, Finn was sitting against a tree. He stared at me with wide eyes, unsure of what just happened.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly. “I just…I really wanted to apologize for what I did, and…I think I might go back to my world.” He blinked, eyes turning cold. His gaze fell onto the embers of the fire that were close to dying.

“Why did you come back?” He asked, the barriers I managed to tear down seemed to be up once more.

I fiddled with my hands, not sure if this was the best thing to do anymore, “I…I didn’t want you to worry about me…and I wanted to say goodbye to the kids if I could…”

“Leave,” He snapped, glaring daggers at me. “I can tell them you’re gone.”

I shrunk down, shoulders tensing, “O-of course. I’m sorry. Bye.”

Fumbling under his scrutiny, I pulled the note out of my pocket and once more, I was in the yellow cube.

“Yeesh,” Prismo mumbled. “You really seemed to stomp on his heart.”

I felt guilt churning in my stomach as the tv projected Finn, now alone. He scowled and stomped on the fire before taking his lamp. Leaving back towards his house. I didn’t mean to, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I played with his feelings, and just left.

“It's for the best,” Prismo tried to reassure. “I’m not exactly allowed to let you stay in an alternate universe. That’s probably a rule for a reason.”

I bit my lip, looked down and nodded, “Yeah…could…could I go to Ooo now?”

“Yeah,” Prismo replied softly. Once again, I was snapped away, only to find myself in the Candy Tavern. Soft music was playing, and there were only a few patrons. It felt like there was a lump in my throat when I saw Finn sitting at the counter. Walking over, I sat next to him, staring at the table.

I heard him call my name, only to ask, “Are you okay?”

It was like he broke the dam with that question, and I felt unwanted tears start to fall. Without a word, Finn pulled me into a warm hug, letting me cry into his shoulder. I hugged him back like my life depended on it. I took in his familiar smell, focused on the feeling of his shirt under my fingers, and the sound of the soft music that surrounded us. I slowly calmed down, reluctantly pulling away, only to find a drink set in front of me.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“...it's kinda embarrassing…” I mumbled before taking a swig of the drink.

“I won’t judge,” He replied softly.

The warmth in his eyes seemed to envelope me, and I broke down, telling him about how I found myself in an alternate universe. How I managed to find an alternate version of him and how I may have grown feelings. How I even ended up kissing him only for him to not reciprocate. Then how Prismo found me, and gave me the option, and how I went back to say goodbye, only to realize how much I must’ve hurt and twisted his feelings. And how I currently felt like a monster for doing so.

“...why did you come back?” He asked somberly.

I paused, eyes watering once more, “I couldn’t leave you.”

I continued to stare at my drink, missing the way Finn’s face grew into a light rosy color. Missing the way his heart skipped a beat at such a bold confession. Missing the way he stared at me with so much love and adoration, he looked like he was going to explode. Missing the way his eyes watered as well, coming to a realization that he still had a reason to be here even after Jake had passed.

“It seems that no matter what universe, I’ll always fall for you,” Finn confessed, bearing his heart.

I tensed, looking over to him in surprise. My heart beat faster and my face felt warmer. I searched his eyes, which held no sense of joke or lies. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed with an abundance of emotions. Confusion, gratitude, guilt, warmth, shame…love. It was all so confusing.

“I-I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Finn said, shoulders tensing as he stared down into his cup, voice raised slightly. “Forget I said that.”

“That was really romantic,” I mumbled, my ears felt like they were burning. “But…maybe we could take it slow. Let me get over…whatever in the nightosphere I went through.”

“O-of course!” Finn exclaimed. “I-I wasn’t expecting anything, I’m not sure why I even said that…well…I mean I do like you…a lot. But I don’t want to pressure you! Especially when you just got back from all of that.”

I couldn’t stop the fond smile that fell over my face at his rambling. I missed him, more than I realized.

I chuckled fondly, “I missed you so much Finn.”

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#adventure time x reader #fionna and cake x reader #finn mertens x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake #finn mertens #x reader #fionna and cake imagines #adventure time imagines

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ursachaotic · 5 months ago

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Since my first bit of writing went okay, I'm gonna post that thing I wrote up a few days ago! After escaping from the Theraprism and during a moment of reprieve, my sona has a panic attack and Bill begrudgingly helps him deal with it lol 😬

TW for anxiety and panic attacks!

The first thing Bill noticed was that the footsteps of that stupid human had stopped. Next, he heard humming – an almost panicked noise, coming in short spurts. Raising his brow, the floating triangle turned with a glare.

"What ARE you doing, kid?" he said with a scowl in his voice. His beady eye scanned the lanky human.

Mason had stopped in the middle of the pathway. They were alone, so it was fine, but the kid was impulsively rubbing at his brow, eyes pinched shut. Humming. Acting strange.

"Don't… worry 'bout it," he said in a strained voice, putting his hands against his face. His entire body was tensed. Something was wrong.

The triangle groaned, immediately floating over.

"No! You're doing something!" He snapped, motioning wildly at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Mason growled, throwing his hands out in front of him. "Dude, shut up!! I'm having a panic attack!"

Bill blinked. He narrowed his eye again.

"A what?"

"Oh, Mr. I-See-And-Know-Everything – you don't know what a damn panic attack is? Clearly you don't know everything, do you!" Mason grumbled, but then he paused, realizing what he had said. His shoulders dropped, "I... Sorry. Basically, my brain is… stupid--"

Bill huffed, "Yup! Knew that already! Been inside your head, kid!"

"Oh, shut up, man," he snapped back. Letting go of a big sigh and composing himself, he continued, "Sometimes my mind just gets overwhelmed for no reason and it gets really bad and I kind of… shut down and start like shaking a-and I can't breathe and I just gotta…"

He took a deep breath and dropped his shoulders on the exhale. His hands were shaking. Looking down at the earth for a moment, he narrowed his eyes and then made the decision to sit down on the ground. They weren't getting anywhere important with him having a damn panic attack.

"I just… gotta wait for it to stop."

As he said this, he put his head into his hands again. He remained quiet, breathing in… then out. In. Then out.

The one-eyed triangle stared incredulously. He floated down in front of the kid.

"What – do all of you meatsacks do this?" He raised a brow.

"N-No, just some of us. Lucky, I guess," Mason replied, still breathing deeply and counting under his breath.

Bill continued to stare. He then narrowed his eye a bit.

"Would one of those… y'know," he reached out his arms, making a grabby hands motion.

Mason said nothing for a moment, staring up at his hands and the potential offer. "I-I guess? It's worth a shot?"

He extended out his arms and Bill, with a bit of hesitancy, flew into said arms. Mason wrapped his arms around him and kept quiet, still breathing and still counting.

"You're really warm," he said.

"What'd you expect? Me to be cold like an ice cube?"

"It would fit with the personality."

They remained quiet for a moment, Bill looking eager to escape his grasp while Mason's shoulders lowered a little bit more. Hands not shaking nearly as much. Better.

"Just so you know, this is NEVER happening again," Bill said in a stale, unenthused voice.

Mason hugged Bill a little tighter, "Cool, I'm savoring this moment, then. Thanks, Billy."

#gravity falls #bill cipher #book of bill spoilers #writing #fanfic #sona tag #tw: panic attack #tw: anxiety #in hindsight bill would probably know what a panic attack is but asdhfoidsah whee #i wrote this cause i was having a panic attack at the time and it did help so yay! : D

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thatoneastralpoe · 2 months ago

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So uhm... So SO sorry bout not posting yesterday, got sidetracked and forgot! lol

So you guy's are getting yesterday's post, today!

SHRINE OF RESURRECTION

So, I guess the best place to start this rewrite, would be where we start the first game. The Shrine of Resurrection!

[TW: Ghosts, implied death, memory loss]

How we begin:

During the start of the game, rather than waking up via Zelda telepathically invading Link's brain and telling him to wake up, as we don't see her do this outside of the Great Platou, I decided to remove it altogether. It just seems weird overall, given how we see her do this a few times and then never again in both BOTW & TOTK.

Instead, during the opening moments, the Shrine of Resurrection is seen malfunctioning, and then releasing Link as a precautionary measure. This would be my reasoning as to why Link loses his memories, and is so weak when exiting the shrine.

Design:

Overall, I think the shrine would look relatively the same, except inside there would be some minor cracking due to the malfunction, along with the lights fading in and out as if trying to warn Link to get out.

On the outside of the shrine, I imagine there would be a lot more overgrowth. With vines covering the entrance like in TOTK. There would likely be more shrubbery and even more trees, but we would still get the overview shot of the land like in the OG game.

The King/Old Man

While I wouldn't remove the old man entirely, similar to Zelda telepathically speaking to Link, we don't see any other ghost take a physical form of any sort for the rest of the game, or in any game prior. I wouldn't have a problem if we saw other ghosts take a physical form, but we don't.

So, instead, I would still have the old man, but he would be in a ghost form, but we would still get the King reveal. This sorta keeps the original intention, while removing the awkward factor of, how the heckity heck he did that.

First new character:

Yes, I am going to add new characters, this is my Rewrite, and I'm doing what I want!

All joking aside though, we don't really get an explanation of how where supposed to receive heart containers and Stamina Vessels in the main game, so I decided to rectify that here.

The character I'm adding is a female ghost named _el_a, who would look to be in her late thirties to early forties. She would be in a long robe that covered the entirety of her body, and her face would be obscured.

She would be found in the Temple of Time praying to the goddess statue, and would help introduce the side quest mechanics. She would ask you to grab certain items to leave as offerings to the statue, which would be obtained in the mini dungeon on the Platou, effectively introducing two new mechanics, in one fell swoop.

She would only be able to be seen during the opening section, and after leaving the Platou for the first time, would disappear. But if Link visits her one last time before leaving, you would get a special cutscene, with the women asking you that, ”if you see her daughter, to tell her daughter that she loves her very much, and is very proud of her.” before disappearing.

Anyways, hope y'all have a wonderful day or night! Stay safe and hydrated folks!

#botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #loz #loz botw #rewrite #spoilers #king rhoam #rhoam bosphoramus hyrule #BOTW Old man #new character #Link #botw Link #Link botw #oc #original character #sorta

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dreamingofep · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the Crowd pt. 5

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. Fem!Reader

TW: SMUTTT, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/ tension, oral, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Thank you for being so patient! Sorry it took so long for me to write this part but hopefully it was worth the wait! I’ll never get enough of 70’s Elvis🤭 Get ready for some smut, and more smut… I went overboard lol.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!

Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

Tell me you’re mine…

His words give you goosebumps and echo loud inside your head. Your answer came flowing from your mouth so easily, it was at the forefront of your mind from the moment he met your eyes and pressed his soft lips onto yours.

Elvis is still cooling down and heat slowly radiates off of him. He grabs his robe and wraps it around himself and brushes his damp hair off of his forehead. He takes some deep breaths before facing you again, still sitting on the table. His eyes bore over your body and he goes to grab a blanket off the back of the couch. Unfolding the blanket in front of you, he wraps the warm, soft blanket around your shoulders, scoops you up off of the table, and carries you off into the bedroom.

The low-lit room feels safe with Elvis’s arms wrapped around your body as he gently places you on the bed, the pillow resting comfortably behind your neck. He places gentle kisses on your forehead and caresses your face. You sigh at how tender he is with you and wish you can live like this forever.

“Why you gotta be so stubborn, honey? Why are you so afraid of being with me?” He asks softly, his icy blues calm and serene compared to the fiery storms they were. You look at him with pleading eyes, the silence in between you two is deafening. You play with your rings in a nervous state and try to muster up the words that will show him how you really feel.

“I’m sorry, all of this is so overwhelming. I met you last night and I just…. Never really thought you’d care so much bout me. I’m just one girl.” You say insecurely.

“Honey, I care about you so much. I want you, and I mean it. Please be with me, I want you here. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a really long time,” his boyish charm shines here and his voice dips low, showing his own insecurity.

Your heart melts for him, seeing him not as the untouchable force of Elvis Presley, but just a fragile, lonely man needing love. It feels silly the more you think about it how it never crossed your mind how sensitive he may be. The image of a man is one thing, the human being is another.

You inhale deeply and meet his eyes again, “Elvis I want you too, more than I can ever show you. I don’t want to, but I have to leave tomorrow,”

“But I can give you everything right here. I promise to take good care of ya,” he coos, “how many times do I need to prove that to you,” he snickers into your ear.

You blush at his tempting words and shake your head.

“Elvis I’m finishing college, I have a few more weeks to go. I really need to go back and finish and graduate. I can’t put my entire life on pause,” you say regretfully.

He gets really quiet and looks away.

“Would you like to visit Graceland on the weekends when you’re free? I don’t think I can not see you for so long,” he says in a hushed whisper and kisses your lips softly.

You sigh into him, wanting to succumb to every last wish but reality does set in and you know that’s just not possible.

“I can try. I’d love to see Graceland. It looks beautiful in pictures,” you say as you look at his gleaming eyes.

This brings a cute smile to his face and he nods in agreement.

“Graceland is wonderful dear. You’d love it. It’s my true home.” He takes a pause, “Can you stay one more night with me? I don’t want to wake up without ya,”

“Yes, I’ll stay with you,”

You get comfy on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you closed your eyes and the darkness of sleep takes over.

Your eyelids flutter open and feel Elvis’ arm around your shoulder. Your head is on his chest, rising and falling with the pattern of his breathing. You hear his heart beating away, ringing like music to your ears. Your hand rests gently on his stomach and the feeling of his soft silk pajamas on your skin feels divine. You rub your fingertips softly over the fabric, down past the waistband of his pajama bottoms. There you pause as you feel the outline of his cock, soft, but laying heavy down the side of his leg. You hold your breath as you continue to run your fingertips along his shaft. Your body aches for him, doesn't matter what time it is, you just want him and for him to be showering you with love and affection.

You carefully adjust your head and your body lower, hoping Elvis won’t wake up.

Your hand skims over the soft silk and around the length of him. You want him, more than it’s possibly feasible and your mouth waters at the idea of having him.

You slip your hand under his pajama pants and wrap your hand around his girth. You feel the length of him respond to your touch and grow harder. The heat from the blood rush to his cock and you start to slowly pull his length above his waistband.

You pull back his foreskin and start to slowly jerk his cock in your hand. Heat rushes to your core and you feel the wetness start to pool. His length gets hard in your hand and the sight of him has you completely weak for him.

You wrap your lips around his head and slowly lick, sucking lightly. You feel his body stir, responding to the attention he is getting. You take more of his length, swirling your tongue on his shaft. He inhales deeply and lets out a grunt as you suck more on his length.

“Goddamn mama, whatcha’ doin’ ta me,” he slurs sleepily, his hand reaching for your hair.

You hum slightly and suck harder, causing him to moan heavily. You lower your hand to gently cup his heavy balls, massaging them softly with each suck. His hips jolt forward when he feels this, letting out another moan that sends a shockwave straight to your core.

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls your head up to look at him, making you whine.

“What’s my little girl think she’s doin’? Being bad so early in the morning,” he chuckles.

You nod your head at him with pleading eyes and bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’m just trying to take care of my baby. Want him to feel good for the day,” you say sensually as you stroke his dick in your hand.

His hips involuntarily move up with your motions and he clears his throat.

“Let me teach you how to do that honey,” his voice deep and full of temptation.

You sit on your knees and watch as he sits up, taking your face in his hands and kissing you intensely. His hands wander down your chest and finds your erect nipples. He plays with them in between his fingers and puts pressure on them causing you to moan softly. Elvis’ eyes look calm, but nevertheless intense.

He scoots up higher on the bed and sits back with his head resting comfortably against the lush pillows. You watch as his slender fingers work the button of his pajama top and start to take it off of himself. He spreads his legs open a bit and you stare at the most perfect-looking man in front of you, tan skin glowing, his raspy southern drawl luring you in like a siren would.

“Come mere’ lil’ mama. Lemme teach you how to ride me,” he tantalizes, his hand wrapping around his length, slowly rubbing the precum that is leaking from him. You swallow sharply, nerves sizzle through you and yet you are so turned on. You want him to take care of you, but nothing sounds more tempting than for you to have the control and fuck him.

You nod your head and straddle his narrow hips, his cock resting up on your mound and the heat of it making your core drip with wetness. You stand up on your knees and wait for his instructions readily.

“I want you baby, please show me what you want,” you beg, ready for him.

He smiles and starts to rub his length through your sopping folds, coating his length. You gasp at the sensation and feel the throb in your core become more prominent.

“Okay honey, I’ll show you,” he shifts your hips and aligns his cock to your entrance, and rests it there, “I want you to sink down just on the tip, feeling it rub on your walls, slowly stretching you to get ready for the rest of me,” you instantly whine at his words, craving him carnally.

You lock eyes and you feel both of his hands on your hips, hovering over his cock, and slowly sink you down on him.

You bite your lip as you feel him start to enter you, and he lifts your hips up and holds you there. You moan at the loss of him inside you and stare at him with pleading eyes. He tuts his tongue softly and squeezes your hips.

He lifts his hips up and enters you this way, only putting the tip inside, and taking it out over and over. This drives you mad, you want him to let you take over and release a frustrated moan. Suddenly, he lets go of your hips and moves his hands up to your face, placing it on your jaw.

“Take more of me, baby,” he instructs.

Your instincts take over and swivel your hips, taking more of him and sighing when you feel him stretch you. He moans with you and watches as you enjoy moving up and down on his length, finding the perfect angle that makes your eyes roll back. He feels so irrefutably good, the way his hard length fills you up so completely and has you clawing at his for release.

“Being so good, taking this cock so well,” he praises as he takes your breasts in his hands and squeezes them with his large hands. His breathing becomes labored and his eyes drink in the sight on top of him. How you roll your hips with him and hit that spot inside you that could send you flying. How you claw at his chest when you put more of him inside you. You take inch by inch of him, feeling your walls taught around his length giving you the most fervent feelings surging through your body.

Elvis puts his hands back onto your hips and smiles up at you, “I want you to take all of me now baby, want you to bounce on me and come apart like that,” he says in a hushed whisper. Your heart races uncontrollably, so turned on, and yet a bit scared too.

You take more of him and feel the overwhelming sensation of him getting deeper inside you. “I don’t think I can…” you say breathlessly.

“Yes you can baby. You like it when my cock is stuffed inside you like that. I want you,” he coos as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

You know he’s right. You want him more than anything right now and to have him hit your most sensitive spots deep inside you. You bounce on your knees more, taking it slow and watch how he gets a crooked grin on his face watching you get off on him. You ride him faster, snapping your hips at the perfect angles that make you want to scream.

Your walls begin to flutter as you bottom out on him and cry out. You grab onto his shoulders and ride him harder, the obscene sounds coming from you fill the otherwise silent room and Elvis is loving every moment of it.

You lean your head back and he watches how his length disappears completely inside you every time you sink down.

You start to lose control and grind back and forth, rubbing your clit on the base of his cock. You gasp as you feel your coil about to snap and you stare at Elvis with wide eyes. He helps you rock into him more and without saying a word, beacons you to give into him.

You cry out his name when you feel your orgasm washes throughout your body. Your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut as you ride out your high.

You hear his groans grow louder as he feels you squeeze his length over and over. His hands grasp all over your body all at once, like he is so overwhelmed by it all and doesn’t know where he wants to touch.

“Aw hell mama, you’re gonna make me cum,” he moans as he reaches to grab a fist full of hair. You moan his name as you continue to buck your hips on him.

“I want you to cum,” you moan breathlessly, “cum inside me please, Elvis.”

A deep growl comes out of him and he squeezes your hips as he moans in pleasure and you feel his cock twitch. Hot spurts start to coat your walls and his hips buck up with every movement. You cry out for him, wanting him to keep going and make you feel even more incredible. The grunts that come out of him are animalistic and everything about the sounds of it has you hooked. You never want to stop having him make those sounds for you.

Your body gives up and you collapse on top of his chest. Your body trembles and you hold onto him tightly as if you’re about to fly away. Both of your chests are heaving and try to soothe each other down by running your hands in each others hair.

You look into his eyes and look at him in awe.

You start to giggle and he starts to laugh with you.

“What are you laughin' at woman,” he teases and tickles your side causing you to laugh more. Tears start to slide down your cheek from laughing so hard.

“I’m just… I loved that. I have never come so much, you felt great,” You say embarrassed as you cover your mouth with your hands.

“Mmm good baby, I can say the same for you. You looked so good. I could watch you do that over and over,” he says and you blush bashfully.

He really likes to watch… you think.

The silence grows loud around you two and you get off of him and cuddle close to him, resting your head on his chest.

“I wish you can stay longer with me. I have so much more to learn about you,” he quips.

The blood rushes to your cheeks, still shocked that this man is so attached to you despite being able to have any woman he wants.

“I know, I feel the same. But I really need to get back. These last few weeks are crucial for me,” you say gently.

“You never told me what you’re studying,” he says inquisitively.

“Oh, yea I guess I forgot. I’m studying Journalism. I think it’s really important, to tell the truth and tell the world that. I’ve never seen myself do anything else. I think it’s my calling or something,” you stop yourself not wanting to sound too cheesy.

“I love that darlin’. You’re gonna be a great journalist unlike a lot of them nowadays. I can see you on the tv now,” he teases.

“I don’t think the tv thing is for me. I would much rather focus on writing. I think my best ideas come to me when I have a pen and paper in front of me.”

He smiles and his eyes light up as he looks at you with amazement.

“You’re really something. I’m just so happy we found each other,” he says softly leaning in to give you a warm, wet kiss.

You sigh into the love he’s giving you. You are beyond thankful you decided to see Elvis’ show and be that stranger in the crowd and feel like two magnets trying to meet for the first time.

Another wave of emotions wash over you and you feel tears start to well.

“Me too, Elvis. This was a trip we’ll never forget.”

He placed a few more kisses on your lips and sees the emotion about to spill over. He holds you tight and tells you it’s going to be okay.

“Would you like some food before you go? Can’t have you going hungry.” He says tenderly.

“Mmm yea, I can go for some pancakes and bacon.”

“Okay honey coming right up,” he puts on his pajama bottoms and walks to the phone on the desk across the room. You sneak into the bathroom and wash your face and grab a robe from behind the door.

After breakfast, you start to gather your things and make the painful goodbye. You get dressed and decide to put on a lilac sundress that was conveniently placed in the bathroom for you. You step out of the bathroom and see elvis standing by the window in a black long sleeve with sliver cherry blossoms on it and black slacks. His hair was perfectly put into place and his sideburns trimmed made him look even better than usual.

Fuck he looks good…

Get a grip, you think to yourself. Everything in you was telling you to not go but you knew that just isn’t possible.

You sit on the bed staring up at the ceiling, taking this all in and remembering every detail of the wildest 48 hours of your life. None of it feels real but based on how your body feels, it was very much real.

You feel the bed sink down beside you and you feel Elvis wrap his arm around you. The warmth of his body next to yours makes you sigh with comfort and you snuggle closer to him. There are so many emotions going around on in your head and you’re on the cusp of crying. But you hold it together the best you can. You told yourself a million times to not get attached but here you are, about to go and feelings bubbling up like lava.

“Thank you, for everything. I had a wonderful time.” You say shyly, realizing how dumb you sound for thanking him for fucking you.

“Me too darlin’. I’m gonna miss you,” he says as he squeezes you tighter. “I’m serious about you coming to Graceland. Give me your number so I can let you know when things can be arranged,” he reaches for the nightstand where there’s a small notepad and pen.

He hands you them and you scribble down your number and put a heart at the end of it.

You pathetic little girl.

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” you wink at him. He grins cutely at you and kisses you on your forehead. You breathe deeply through your nose and let the scent of him wash over you. The impeding silence fills the room again and you nervously pick at your nail polish.

He shifts slightly on the bed and you can tell he is a little nervous about something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Well, umm… before you go. I was wondering if I could take some pictures of you?” He says shyly with that little boy innocence.

You blush immediately and press your lips together, “Yea I don’t mind. Do I look alright?” You ask straightening out your hair, pushing it to the front of your chest and smoothing out your dress.

A small crooked smile forms and he nods at you, “just perfect honey.” He reaches into the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a Polaroid camera. He checks to see if there’s film in there and pulls out another pack of film and puts it on the nightstand.

You start to stand up when he puts his hand on your shoulder, “I think you can stay on the bed. You look gorgeous in my bed,” the possessiveness rolling off his tongue so easily and barreling right at you. You decide to play his little game and sit up with the pillows behind your back. “I’ve only got 10 of these so hopefully we can get a few good ones,” he teases.

You stretch out your legs and smooth out your dress over your thighs. You look up at him and he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal.

“Okay, tell me how to pose,” you say cheekily.

He nods his head at you, “stay just like that pretty girl, give me a smile,” he says playfully.

You tilt your head a bit to the side and give him a teeth-baring smile and you hear the shutter.

Click…1

He hums softly to himself and pulls the Polaroid out of the camera and shakes it a bit.

“This one is going to be a cute one,” he quips.

You giggle at him and get ready for the next pose he wants. He sits down on the bed to get a better angle and raises the camera to his eye.

“Hmm, now blow me a kiss doll,” he says.

You smile to yourself and pucker your lips at the lens and put out your hand in front of your chin to make it seem like you’re blowing a kiss to him. You hear the click and the flash of the bulb goes off.

Click…2

He takes out that picture and gives it a shake and puts it to the side. He has this ear-to-ear grin and you can’t help but gush over the fact that Elvis Presley finds you this attractive.

You insecurely bite your finger and look down. A low grumble comes from his chest and you look up to find him looking at you with need. You start to put down your finger and he stops you.

“Do that again honey. You look so good like that,” he says quietly as he lifts the camera in your direction. You listen to him and make the same gesture and look up into the lens. Your heart starts to beat faster not out of nervousness but more out of enticement.

Click…3

Elvis bites his lip looking at you and gets that fiery look in his eyes and you know he is thinking about things he probably shouldn’t be. He leans in and caresses your face and kisses you. You moan into him. His thumb rubs on your cheek as he breaks the kiss. He rubs it along your bottom lip and he puts the camera up to his eye.

“Open that mouth for me, baby. Show me how I taught you to suck on me,” he commands.

This sends a shiver down your body and you breathe in heavily. Your core starts to grow needy and you feel yourself starting to get wet for him. You bat your eyelashes at him and open your mouth and he pushes his thumb inside you. You swirl your tongue around his long digit and close your mouth around it and suck. You let out a small, airy moan. You continue these motions and look at Elvis behind the camera. His cheeks are starting to flush and his chest begins to heave.

“Fuck,” he moans.

Click…4

Your whole body is buzzing and you want to keep making him want more. You brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders and cup your breasts in your hands and squeeze them lightly, making them look extra full.  

“Take one like this honey,” you say sensually. You bite your lips gently as you watch him raise the camera.

Click…5

“You’re trying to kill me I just know it,” he says exasperatedly. He brushes his hair back with his hand. You give him a cheeky smile and reach out your hand to place it on his thighs. You give it a small squeeze.

“What else would you like from me?” You pause as a devilish idea enters your head. “You probably wouldn’t want to see how wet I am for you,” you say. 

His eyes grow wide and he clears his throat. Your heart pounds away with what you’re about to do. You start to sit back and lift both of your legs up and spread them open. You slowly start to scrunch your dress in your hand, carefully lifting it up, a sliver of your panties becoming exposed.

“What? I thought you like to watch, baby. Are you gonna just stare at me or take the picture, honey?” You quip and give him a mischievous grin. You have no idea what has come over you, this type of display would have scared you half to death a few days ago. He groans and leans back and sets up for the shot.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he mutters under his breath.

Click…6

You look over at Elvis and see his cock straining in his pants, leaving a hard imprint down his leg. You start to get flustered by just the sight of him. You feel the heat coming off of him and crave for his touch. Scrunching up more of your dress, you lift it up to expose your wet panties, showing Elvis the wet spot that has accumulated there. He takes in a sharp breath as he sees you laying there waiting for his next command.

“Mmm, I see those soaked panties baby. Show me that weeping pussy,” he coos. Your heart thumps loudly in your ears and you stare at Elvis’ dominant eyes. Your fingers play with the lace and feel the wet pool that has formed at your core. You watch as he looks wide-eyed and starved for you. You play with the elastic of the waistband and pull it down, then back up, and he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Oh, you want to be a tease?” He questions sternly.

You press your lips together to hide the smile you want to give him. You should listen to him, you think, you already know what happens when you don’t listen to him…

“Maybe a little,” you say sheepishly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Hmm, I guess I need to make you listen,” he says shortly, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

He reaches out his hand and rubs his fingers on your soaked panties. He moans when he makes contact with your throbbing core and moves his fingers in a circular motion over your sensitive bud. Your eyes roll back as you feel the much-needed friction on your clit. He moves your panties to the side and exposes your core to the cool air of the room. He rubs his long finger through your sopping folds and gathers the wetness on it. He then slips it in your taught hole and you whimper out.

“Look at me,” he says sternly, “Look what a needy slut you’re being.” You bite your lip as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you, the wetness seeping out of you with each movement.

You look at him, watching him point the camera to you, and hear the shutter yet again.

Click…7

He curls his finger deep inside of you and your hips involuntarily buck up. You try to hide the moan emitted from your throat but he only makes it come to the surface as he pumps his finger faster into you.

“I want to make you cum lil’ mama. I’m gonna get it on film. Put your fingers inside of yourself now and show me,” you moan at his words and your hand instantly move to your throbbing core.

He slides his finger out and you put two of yours inside yourself. You moan his name and curl and pump your fingers in and out of you. Looking at him, his eyes blown wide and his free hand lazily rubbing his cock through his pants. You groan loudly, “Elvis, please.”

“Being sucha good girl finger fucking yourself. Making me want you so bad,” he groans sensually. His words make your core clench around your fingers and your mouth forms into an O shape.

Click…8

You start to become desperate and feel the coil in your belly tighten by the second. You desperately want to do as he says.

Elvis reaches over again and grabs your breast and squeezes it, pinching your nipple, making you gasp.

“Cum for me darlin. I wanna see you,” he begs. You move your other hand and start to move it on slow circular motions on your clit, working yourself up to the brink of ecstasy. You fingers move faster and you curl them as Elvis would do to you. You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel your coil snap and you moan out his name over and over. He watches with intensity as your core flutters around your slender fingers. The sounds of your moans and the squelching coming from in between your thighs fill the room and then, the sound of the shutter.

“Fuck mama, just like that.”

Click…9

Elvis groans deeply and reaches for your wrist and pulls your fingers out of yourself. You feel the wetness seep out of you and Elvis aims the camera at you.

Click…10

You lay there breathless, your body tingling from the high you’re coming down from.

You glance back over to Elvis and he look awestruck.

“Did I do okay?” You ask coyly, hugging your knees to your chest.

He scoffs at you and shakes his head, “you were beyond good, baby. I-I-I don’t know what else to say,” he smirks at you.

He looks over to the discarded photos that are developed. You can’t help but blush at the sight of yourself on display like that.

You lean over to the nightstand where the extra film is and grab the camera out of Elvis’ hand. You take out the used cartridge and pop in the new one. He gives you a confused look and tries to grab the camera from you. You pull it out of his reach and raise it up above your head.

“Oh no, no, no. I think It’s only fair I get some pictures of you too honey. Please? Can I take some pictures with me?” You plead, your hand traveling up his leg, barely grazing his hardened cock.

He takes a sharp breath in through his teeth and squirms a bit.

“Ah hell mama, I don’t know…” He trails off.

“Please baby, I’m gonna miss you so much. I want pictures just for me.”

It only takes him a spilt second to change his mind once he sees your pleading eyes.

You smile proudly, happy you’re getting exactly what you want. You both switch positions on the bed and you raise the camera to your eye.

“Smile for me baby,” you tease like he did to you.

He presses his lips together, then flashes you that million dollar smile.

Click…1

“Now its time to give me a kiss,” you say cheekily. He can’t help but laugh at your antics and he tries to hold it together.

He puckers his lips and winks at you.

Click…2

He looks so damn good. You want to tease him just as much as he did to you and you know he’s not going to like it.

“I want you to touch yourself honey. Show me how bad you want me,” you say cutely.

“Woman I swear…” He trails off.

“Show me, please,” you beg.

Elvis groans heavily and his hand travels down to his length, rubbing it slowly through his pants. He holds his hand at the tip of his cock, perfectly showcasing his entire length in his pants and you know that’s the shot.

Click…3

“You look so good baby,” you praise. You can’t help but feel your own cheeks getting flush through this whole ordeal.

“Now I want you to take off your shirt and pants for me,” you plead.

He tuts his tongue, “what am I going to do with you,” he mutters.

“You can worry about that later, right now you need to listen to me,” you say firmly.

He hides the smile on his face as he looks down, unbuttoning each small pearl button and pausing to look at you mischievously. He discards his shirt on the foot of the bed and then reaches for his pant’s button. You watch as he slowly drags the zipper down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down achingly slow. He keeps eye contact with you, waiting on you with bated breath and groans slightly when he feels the friction of the pants coming off of him and rubbing along his cock.

His pants finally fall to the ground and he kicks them to the side, standing there completely naked. Your eyes wander every inch of his body and you can’t help but bite your lip when you see his length. He looked so good, his head leaking with precum and red.

“Mmm looking so perfect honey. I want you to take your hand and slowly jerk yourself off for me,” you direct as you raise the camera up to your eye. He takes his right hand and wraps it around his length and starts to ceremoniously pull and hold his foreskin back, using his thumb to spread his precum around the tip of his shaft and he looks up at you through his long lashes. You feel yourself melting into a puddle watching this incredibly powerful man succumb to your every last wish.

“Get on you knees now,” you say. He takes a sharp breath in and watch as his eyes go aflame. He sees the game you’re playing and wants to see how far you’ll take it.

He kneels down and sits on his heels, his cock still in his hand. You stand up and press the button.

Click…4

You feel completely weak for him like this, it takes everything in you to not tell him to fuck you right then and there.

You sink to you knees and place your hand on his shaft, using the similar motions he was making. He instantly groans and looks up to the ceiling, the veins along his neck protrude and you want to take a bite right there.

Instead you place a long kiss there, sucking at the sensitive flesh before parting your lips from him. You continue to move your hand and point the camera lens down.

Click… 5

Elvis lets out a frustrated moan and grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away from him.

“You’re succeeding in making me desperate for you, is that what you wanted?” He grins coyly.

“Yeah, just a little,” you say matter of fact, “I think you should take these last four pictures. You’d probably get a better angle,” you say and wink at him. He swallows sharply and takes the camera from you.

“What did my naughty girl have in mind?” He says low, his voice raspy.

“You should probably stand up for this,” you say.

He gets up and you remain on your knees, excitement coursing through your chest.

You place your hand on his cock and look up at him looming over you.

“I think now would be a good time to take a picture baby,” You tease.

He bites his lip and nods his head in agreement.

Click… 6

You start to place soft kisses up and down his thighs, getting dangerously close to his most sensitive spots. He leans into every touch and you can feel his body quiver in your hands.

You finally give what he wants most and wrap your lips around the head. The gutteral moan that comes out of his mouth sends an electric shock straight to your core. You continue to tease and only give him as little as you can. You flatten your tongue along his shaft and he produces another deep groan.

His hand finds your hair and he wraps his fingers around it, making you a whining mess.

You look up at him innocently with his cock in your mouth and it doesn’t take him long to figure out what you want him to do next.

Click… 7

He releases your hair for a brief moment to take the picture out of the camera and toss it on the bed, then his hand goes back into your hair, pulling it taught.

“Please take more of me baby. Show me how well I taught you to take this,” he says.

Your mouth waters at his words and you instinctively take more of him, swirling and sucking on him. He uses his hand to gently bob your head up and down along his shaft and he moans more.

Click…8

Your core tightens and you feel wetness drip down the side of your thigh.

Drool dribbles down you chin as more of his length fills up your mouth.

His breathing becomes heavier and the gruffness of his voice becomes louder. Your hands trail up and down his thighs, tightly squeezing them as you prepare to take more of him. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and then you hear the shutter.

Click…9

Elvis moves his hips with you as you suck on him, bringing him to the edge. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you know he’s not going to last much longer.

“Oh baby, I-I-I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum all over your face.” He says in a rush.

You moan at his words and feel him take his cock out of your mouth. You watch as he jerks it in his hand and the thick, white spurts hit your face and tongue.

He lets out loud moans and being a tingle to your core. Drips of his cum go onto your chest and take your finger and lick it up. This produces another wave of pleasure and another groan from Elvis.

Click …10

Elvis puts the Polaroid on the bed and picks you up off your knees and sits you on the bed. He bites his lower lip when he sees the mess on your face. He reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand and carefully removes any remnants of his seed.

“You were so good, remembering all the things I taught you,” he says with dominance.

You nod you head and squeeze his arm.

“I promise I’ll still remember when I see you next,” you say teasingly but also trying to stay hopeful for your own sake.

“I don’t doubt it honey,” he says reassuringly.

You glance over at the clock and realize you really need to meet Cicily downstairs now to make it home in a timely manner. You breathe deeply in through your nose and pull the straps up on your shoulders and brace yourself for the goodbye.

“I- umm… I have to go meet Cicily now,” you say softly.

He gathers up the Polaroids scattered on the bed and hands you the ones you took.

“Cant forget these,” he teases.

You can’t help but laugh and put the pictures inside your purse.

He gets serious for a second as he’s looking at you and pulls you into his arms.

Your embrace feels too quick and you would give anything to stay here. Pressing your head to his chest, you feel the warmth of his body, being comforting as ever.

You feel his chest rise and fall as he takes in one last squeeze of you, hearing his melodious heart beat one last time.

“I’ll see you in no time dear. I’ll call you as soon as I get to Graceland,” he says with tenderness.

You believe him… but the other part of you is skeptical.

You flash him a believable smile and reach for one more kiss. It’s brief, but you still feel the passion seeping through. He helps you to the door and squeeze his hand, hopefully not for the last time.

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ash-the-porcupine · 2 years ago

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(TW) Which Sing character do you think would be the most likely to have sporadic bouts of depression?

Thanks for the question!

I would probably say Johnny. Sorry, Johnny. He just seems most like the person to face that, whether it be seasonal or some other thing, I think Johnny has random depression issues :/

My sister argued that it should be Porsha, considering the fact that Halsey's bipolar, so that's also a possibility.

* (My sister doesn't even like Halsey - which I take very personally - so this was strange lol XD I've told her too much about my favorite singer pfttt)

**(By the way.... Sorry I'm taking so long to answer askbox, guys. My grampa's in and out of h0sp!t@ls, math is killing me, and things at home are... *clears throat uncomfortably* iffy.)

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killerzys · 21 days ago

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Not me remembering.. I've been sexualized since I was a child

Tw: gromming, sexual implication?

I was talking to my aunt about like how my mom first got me back when I was five.. And I told her about how I got this yo yo from the rehab i was at that was really heavy. That could glow in the dark I went through, a memory lain I didn't know what to do I..||i was in 2 rehab within 2 years the first rehab I got my hair cut like really short becus it was so long and not maintained good over at my dad's and my mom had a friend upset form us and she had two sons one was a year older then me and the other one was 12 the young one would slap my butt and try to kiss me al the time Same thing with the older brother he would kiss me they was doing this when no one was around and they almost did it to me but we moved before they could the second rehab we had a crosses the street he was a mixed boy about 14 and he almost raped me but he mom called him for supper and I leaved to eat too and I stayed away form him, and my step dad had a gf I was living with him for about two years up there in new York or something and the gf had 2 kids a girl and a boy I remember the boy was like always taking my clothes off he was like 9 I was 7?

Last month ? Maybe 2 months ago me and my aunt has been shampooing my floor and we was putting up some clothes and I was teller her how I no longer friend of mine saying that his name was Tyler ect and then I took his jacket because yeah, and I was telling her how I was going to get rid of it she said why and I told her that somewhere near the last weeks of school we have free day and all the classes and we And the guy woas watching tiktok all day

somewhere during the last week of school his elbow would constantly be one my boobs and he would say" I like are my elbow is at" or say say " squishy " and put his hands on my thighs all day

And my aunt said yeah, I don't get the jacket back to him and she took it

This is where the grooming takes place...um

I dated a 17 year old when I was like 12 and is now like 18? 19 idk I lost count man and I got a broke up with him, like 2 years ago, because I started getting uncomfortable and him constantly send me like pictures of wolf like shaking their butts/ twerking and he would also force me to send me butt pics because he had a face sitting kink for context, I was like 12 -13 I broke up with him before I turned 14 last year and then, a few months ago, he texted me because he said he hasn't been talking to anyone, and he recently, just got off probation for doing udder age weed and I showed him some art and he said, "smash" and I was bout to say "whoa there, buddy that's crazy" but before I fid that? He said, "I'm just joking JK JK, but I would smash your thick ass fr tho" and I was like "oh ok..." And he said, "sorry, sorry, I just have to tell the truth cause that ass was juicy" or something and I said that didn't do that again, because it made me uncomfortable and his response to that was was, well, "I thought you would like it because you used to"

And I flipped out and got mad, because I said something like "well used to, isthe key words, it's been about 2 years since we have been together and plus I'm aroace, so it makes me uncomfortable " and plus, I don't mind my friends flirting with me because I trust them but ppl flirting with me when I'm not like friends with them anymore, or anything like that makes me highly uncomfortable and he got mad at me. He said, "jeez, I just said, sorry, don't make it worse" and I told him "I'm sorry, but I get really mad and defensive when people go against my boundaries!!!" But I also feel like it's my fault because i just found out he has Cancer but also the little voice in my head is like "good for him. Now, he won't groom any more children, lol" but then I feel guilty for thinking that and then just like blah

#vent #cw grooming #cw vent #personal vent

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mrs-gucci · 3 years ago

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A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit).��

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it.

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time.

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon.

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal.

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber.

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand.

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright.

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building.

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down.

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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miraeluc · 4 years ago

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you’re suffering alone

prompt: “kageyama knows you as his little ray of sunshine, but what does he do when he finds out how you really feel?”

pairing: kageyama x female! reader

word count: 3k

warnings: MAJOR tw!!! depression, again major tw self harm, reader cries a lot when kageyama finds out, reader’s mom is dead lol i went all out

genre: fluff, angst

you were always their little ray of sunshine

when you first joined the school a year ago and introduced yourself all excitedly

hinata ran to tanaka after that class

“we need to convince her to be our manager!!!!”

tanaka was down lol

it didn’t take long to convince you, you were looking for extracurricular activities to engage in anyway

the conversation went a bit like this

“y/n-san! do you want to be karasuno’s volleyball team manager?”

“sure!”

“we swear it- did you just say yes?”

“...yes”

cue tanaka and hinata screaming

after you became their manager it didn’t take you and kageyama too long to fall in love either

he adored the good vibes you brought with in any room you stepped in and you enjoyed the calmness that came with him (except when hinata’s around to annoy him, pretty boy radiates ᵃⁿᵍʸ energy then lol)

poor boy didn’t know that what he felt towards you until he had the whole team screaming at him to ask you out

so he did

and so you ended up here, 10 months into dating kageyama and 12 months into being karasuno’s manager along with kiyoko and hitoka

everyone found it a little weird that you were always the one to stay the longest out of everyone, but everyone assumed it was just because you genuinely enjoyed being there

which you did, don’t get me wrong

that just wasn’t the only reason.

no one actually knew why you had changed schools in the middle of the year

every time someone asked you pushed it off, claiming your old school just wasn’t working out and started babbling about how much you love being at this school and how glad you are to have found real friends like them

“time for a break, i brought food!!”

you held the bags of food up, getting tackled in a gross sweaty hug by nishinoya

“it’s like you heard my stomach calling out for you, y/n!!! you’re my saviour!!!”

you immediately laughed

“i know, noya, now get off, you’re sweaty” you cringed a little and he got off, a little offended but he quickly forgot about it and snatched the bags

you were all sat on the ground, everyone eating quietly when hinata started complaining about his mother nagging him to focus a little more on studying

that’s how everyone started talking about their mothers, somehow everyone having a little to complain about

“what ‘bout you, y/n? you have nothing to remark about your mom like our little crybabies here?” daichi looked at you

everyone whined at that,, “we’re not babies!!”

you tensed up at the question before relaxing and smiling

“nope! my mom is perfect.” you giggled

“woah, i wish!! you need to introduce me to your mom, y/n!!”

noya was very invested in your mom being perfect, lol

you see

kageyama here is very observant, whether it be on the court or just, well, people in general

he saw you tense up for that split-second, not pressing it further

he knows you most likely aren’t ready to talk about it

now that he thinks about it, you never talk about your family

he’d love to know but he understands that you’ll come to him when you’re ready to tell him and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by nagging you about it

“i’ll introduce you to her, noya” you giggled

his face lit up and he nodded before the topic changed again and you could now also speak to them about how annoying and hard math class is

fr tho i hate math

after they were done eating no one could move anymore, let alone practice

hinata tried

keyword tried

he threw up....

no one else even wanted to practice after that - opting to clean up and end practice for today instead

“kageyama, ill head out a bit early today, i’ve got some stuff to do” you said

you startled the shit out of him because he was just bringing the last volleyball to the cart

“HO- oh.” he stopped himself from screaming and turned to you

“alright, just take care..” he mumbled, ruffling your hair which made you whine and fix it

you hate when he does that

he thinks your reaction is adorable

you scoffed and pulled him down to your height to plant a little kiss on his cheek

he blushed, pda isnt for him

you loved his soft side so much

nonetheless he smiled at you and straightened up again

“call me if anything happens” he cleared his throat

baby was a little awkward with stuff like this

you didn’t mind though

you nodded and smiled “will do!”

and off you were lol

hinata then popped up infront of kageyama

“what’d you do to her!?!?!?! she never leaves early!!!!!!!”

kageyama pushed him away by the head

“she just has stuff to do, shut up.”

“hey, mom..” you smiled lightly as you sat down

“nishinoya is really looking forward to meeting you! the whole team asked about you today.. today was an ok day, i was pretty distracted all day so i didn’t have the time to feel sad again.”

...

you sighed

“but, you know, it’s been getting harder lately. it seems that getting out of bed to get to school is getting harder.. i love making everyone happy, but it’s hard being the provider and never getting something in return. sometimes, when things get hard, i just want to drop everything. i want to stop acting so bubbly and happy, but i know you wouldn’t want me to lose my smile.”

you stood up

“i’ll get going then, i love you.”

you placed the flowers down on the grave before you, staring down at it with a sad smile before making your way home, yet again

the next day you showed up to school as you usually did, taking your seat next to kageyama after greeting him like usual

you were having a conversation with hinata

it was too early for kageyama to speak

everyone was confused when you didn’t show up to practice that day

kags(｡◝‿◜｡) , 2:47pm: are you not coming to practice?

y/n, 2:49pm: no baby, i’m sorry :( i really can’t tODAY, im so upset over it

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:50pm: did something happen?

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:53pm: y/n?

y/n, 3.26pm: nope, i just have some stuff to do at home (╥﹏╥)

the next day you showed up like usual again, this time attending practice too

just like that the days seemed to go by in a blur for you

day by day you felt yourself breaking more

day by day the scars on your hips multiplied

and day by day it got a little harder to make the room light up when you stepped inside

it was after practice and it was only you, nishinoya and kageyama left

“hey, y/n, can i finally meet your mom today??”

he was pressing around so much about it

you smiled and shrugged,

“sure, i bet she doesn’t mind a visit”

“can i come too?” kageyama asked timidly and you nodded

“of course.. it’s about time.” you smiled

your eyes were a little glassy

he frowned

nishinoya was too busy getting excited over meeting the first ever perfect mother to notice and he began dragging you out “let’s go then!”

he was pulling you to the direction of your place before you abruptly stopped

“ah-ah, i didn’t say i still live with her, did I?”

you had both boys confused now and you started walking into the right direction

you intertwined your fingers with kageyama’s

he squeezed your hand a little

he knew you needed a little support

only did he not expect you to lead them to the cemetery

nishinoya’s smile dropped when you actually entered the cemetery

he saw it but he expected you to walk past

you stopped in front of your mothers grave

“there she is.” you let out a sigh

kageyama felt his heart drop

“wait, y/n, i’m so sorry for pressing this so mu-”

kageyama pulled you in a tight hug, shaking his head at the boy, who now went quiet

he felt so horrible

you were trying so hard to hold your tears back, looking at noya

“don’t worry, you didn’t know.”

you still smiled at him

kageyama then spoke

“it’s best if you go home, don’t you think?”

he didn’t even sound angry at this point

nishinoya nodded and left

he really felt so bad

you couldn’t hold back and broke out in tears after

this was the first time you cried in front of your boyfriend

he didn’t expect it to hurt this much

hearing your little sobs break through you

he could feel his own heart breaking as he tightened the hug

neither of you said anything

he just let you cry into his chest

he didn’t need to tell you he was there for you with words

he told you through gently patting your back as you cried

he told you through not judging you when you cried like this

even when it started raining and the rain was slowly seeping through both of your clothes he didnt loosen his grip on you

he let you finish crying

however long it took

and when you finally looked up at him, only the moon’s light illuminating your face, he felt his heart break, again, at the sight of your puffy eyes and red nose

he wanted to protect you from all bad things, forever.

“gosh, i’m sorry, it took me so long to stop crying..”

he shook his head and pecked your forehead quickly “no. you didn’t.”

“..is this why you always avoided talking about your mother?”

you nodded, looking down at her grave, the flowers you placed there two days ago already droopy

you then looked up at him again

“thank you, for.. supporting me..”

nishinoya apologised about 27 times when he saw you

you kept reassuring him that it was alright but he felt so bad

he felt so bad he couldn’t even properly play that day

daichi sent him home early

“come back when you dont have two left legs!!!”

practice ended soon after that anyway

you sat on a bench, filling out the last bits of your homework so you didnt have to do it at home, not even noticing that it was just you and kageyama left until he called out to you

“hey, y/n, mind throwing me some balls? i’m not tired yet and i want to keep practicing”

you happily helped

you admired his determination to get better daily

it was refreshing, seeing him so passionate about volleyball

how couldn’t you help when he asked like that

that’s how he was now practicing as you were talking

“can you come over tonight?”

you furrowed your brows

“but it’s a school night?”

he shrugged “i don’t care. you haven’t been at my place for three entire weeks! i only see you at school, i miss you.” he was honest

he really missed you and he wanted to know what was up with your lame excuses every time he asked

you then nodded

“alright then, i’ll come.”

whilst he was busy drinking water you tried ��passing’ the ball (at which you horribly failed)

“look, i’m a better setter than you!”

he chased you down lol

you took him by surprise when he finally caught you, grabbing onto your hips, followed by a loud intake of breath and a wince from you

fuck

well

he obviously immediately let go

“y/n. what’s wrong?”

you sighed and turned towards him

“um.. i.. hit my hip earlier today..?” you trailed off and he immediately knew that you were lying

honestly, he kind of had an idea of what it was

he just didn’t want to think of that possibility

he might be a bit slow, but he’s not stupid

he has a slight idea why you haven’t been coming over

he notices how the circles under your eyes have gotten darker

he notices how you sleep in classes, which is something you never do

and he’s so, so worried

but he’s scared to approach you

he’s scared to confirm his worst fears

he shook his head at you “don’t lie.”

you sighed softly “kageyama, it’s nothing.”

you avoided his gaze and he shook his head again, now unable to hold back from speaking

“no, y/n. you’re not okay, i know you’re not. i know that you struggle every day and i know you don’t like speaking about it, but i just can’t keep watching you suffer in silence, i do give you your space, but not when it truly concerns your well-being to the point i cant touch you or see you as often as i’d like to!”

he stopped and took a deep breath, shaking his head

“let’s go home first, i want to talk about this in a place i can do more for you.”

you were speechless

you never had expected him to notice anything, let alone speak up about it

you were so lost in thought you let him drag you to his room quietly

you snapped back to reality when he was unlocking his door, walking inside when it was open - you following

you sat on his bed, still not knowing what to say

how the tables turn, usually its kageyama being the quiet one and you being the one to fill the silence with unnecessary babbling lol

he looked at you, uncertainty swimming in his eyes

“can i see?”

you immediately knew what he was talking about, looking down

you pondered over it a little before nodding

he crouched down before you, looking up at you

“you know you can trust me, right?”

you furrowed your brows “of course”

“you don’t need to hide your feelings from me, baby, i love you through all of your emotional states, i love seeing you happy but i like comforting you when you feel sad too, you mustn’t hide your feelings.”

your eyes filled with tears at that one sentence

i love you through all of your emotional states

“thank you..” you sniffled

“i mean it. it hurts me when you hide it, it makes me feel so helpless, i don’t want to watch you crumble before my eyes, please, talk to me..”

“i just feel so hopeless, kags.. my heart feels so dull lately.”

you finally let in

“it feels like every single day repeats itself and all of my responsibilities are so hard to fulfill..it’s so hard turning up to school, bringing positive energy with me when all i feel is my sadness taking over my entire self bit by bit.”

he was listening, now sat on the floor before you, chin resting on your knee as you spoke

“but you’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness except yours. i don’t like when you prioritise others before yourself, y/n.. i don’t say it often but you’re truly so important to me and i don’t want you to lose yourself only because you try to make others happy.. it isn’t worth it, we love you for you, i can assure you, no one from our group would judge you for feeling down, we all have bad days, gosh, we all have bad weeks or even months! hiding these feelings will only worsen your pain and lead you to.. do irrational things..” he said, fingertips tracing over your hip gently

“let me see first and then we’ll talk about how we’re fixing this, ok?”

you sniffled and nodded, letting him pull the side of your pants down enough to reveal to him what he feared most

seeing the cuts scattered on your skin broke him, truly.

he gulped and stood up, leaving to get you a pair of his shorts

“put these on, this way i can tend to them better.” he said, wanting to clean it up first before telling you his thoughts about it

you nodded and changed into the shorts, him trying not to break down there and then as he left to get some stuff

when he came back you were patiently waiting for him and let him clean the cuts with some alcohol (not without complaining at the stings) before he bandaged them up as best as he could

he then laid down and pulled you with him, hugging you

“oh my precious y/n..” he mumbled

he was hugging your head to his chest to hide the fact that he was tearing up

he wanted to help you so bad but he knew exactly that he couldn’t just end your suffering and it hurt him

“but why? why do you do that to yourself?”

his voice cracked when he asked and you looked up, realisation hitting you

you hurt him so bad by doing this.

the person you loved and cherished most

“it felt like the only escape”

he caressed the top of your head

“pressuring you into stopping won’t help and isn’t worth it, but please, when you feel like.. doing that, call me instead. i’ll be at your place in no time and- even if you don’t want to talk i can just hug you and keep you company-”

you cut him off by pressing your lips against his

“i will, baby. i’ll call you whenever i feel down from now on”

he nodded “thank you”

he was thanking you as if he wasn’t the one helping you right now

you now hugged him back, “i’m sorry for not saying earlier..”

he hummed “lets just lay here. you’ll get better, i promise.”

he kept his promise

ever since that day, he’s been calling you morning and night, making sure you felt good waking up and going to bed

he often called you through entire nights

he made you slowly start to understand that your purpose wasn’t to make anyone happy but yourself

he made you realise you were more than a mere person that’s always happy

and he made you understand that showing your feelings wasnt something to be embarrassed about

(the entire team was very supportive too when they found out you were struggling! kageyama didn’t explain the details though)

so yep.

you had kageyama and a bunch of friends that were supporting you

and for the first time, you felt hopeful for the future, your mother watching over you proudly after years of struggling and even having to move schools for a fresh start

she could now rest easily, knowing your guardian angel found his way to you and won’t ever leave you.

a/n: YALL I MADE MYSELF EMO WITH THIS ONE:( i hope you enjoyed it & please leave comments about it!

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sweatersstyles · 4 years ago

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gotta get better

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This concept has been in my head for a while now and it took me like a month to write and edit and just get it all out! I had surgery two years ago today and it was one of the most emotional, stressful experiences of my life simply bc I’m just a big baby lol. This is just something to celebrate that day and the fact that I’m still so happy it’s all over! Fluffy af as usual cause that’s all I know how to write. :)

Thankful to @bfharry and @bopbopstyles for not only inspiring me with their amazing writing but pushing me towards finishing this and reaching (even going over) my personal 5k goal! I appreciate you both so much!!

I recently saw a post about tagging triggers properly so I’m gonna do it that way but if I do it wrong or it doesn’t work PLEASE let me know and I will fix it immediately (just want to be sure all my bases are covered)

// needles tw, pills tw (prescription), anxiety tw // (if I missed anything I should’ve tagged please please let me know!!) and I’m sure there are some medical inaccuracies bc that whole day is kind of a blur for me haha

as always likes/rbs/comments are welcome but absolutely not necessary :)

final word count: 7.1k

"Y'nervous, angel?"

"Hmm?"

"Bout to chew your finger off. I know there can't be much of a nail left."

Your hand drops back to your lap. You hadn't even realized you were doing it. A bad habit of the nervous child you thought you'd long forgotten. He offers his left hand and you accept it, thumb swiping over the cross painted across his skin. He knows it's one of your favorites and you're thankful for the comfort. You don't know how many times he'd teased you about how you would eventually rub it off one day and he'd have to get it redone.

"S'a routine surgery, I bet they do them all day. You're gonna be fine."

You'd been over all this a thousand times before. Harry had to ban you from looking up the procedure online at one point. You became obsessive with worry. What if you're still awake when they cut into you and you can't talk? What if you feel everything and can't tell anyone? What if you don't wake up? He had shot down every one of your horrifying theories.

"How much longer before they take me back?"

"Nurse said it would be about 10 minutes when we checked in. Shouldn't be too much longer. Want me to check the board again?"

Checking in had only consisted of a nurse taking your name and giving you your bracelet for the day with an ID number. The number would help Harry stay updated on where you were throughout the whole process. The "board" was simply a tv mounted to the wall that frequently cycled through each patient's last name and ID number.

"No, no," You cling to his sleeve like a desperate child, "Don't leave again. She said they wouldn't update anything until I went back anyway."

Harry had left you only briefly when you first arrived. Hands in his pockets, wandering around like a lost child around the big, open expanse of the waiting room. He stayed where you could see him and the whole time you had anxiously chewed your bottom lip until he returned. You hated it, but you knew he was just as nervous as you. So you let him have that moment. To check his surroundings and release some of the nerves so he could come back to you, calm and cool as always.

When the nurse does call your name, you almost jump out of your skin. You freeze, unable to move. Harry stands and flashes the nurse a quick smile before turning back to you and offering his hand.

You shake your head, "I can't do this, H. I feel like I'm gonna throw up if I move."

"You're not, promise. Remember those breathing exercises we practiced? Do those. C'mon..deep breath in. Pause. Slowly let it out. Do it while we walk."

Slow deep breath in. Pause. Slowly let it out.

You remember how silly you felt the first time you did it. How it made you giggle at first. This is never going to work. But eventually it did. Anytime you got upset or started to overthink about this day, Harry made you stop whatever you were doing and sit down. Breathe.

It was a little difficult to do while walking. Your body wanted to pause your steps when your breath paused, but Harry tugged you along, you almost hiding behind him until you made it through a set of heavy wooden doors to a small space with a hospital bed and a curtain drawn in front of it.

The IV had had been your biggest dread, the fear overriding any logic that it was something you needed, instead of something the nurses decided to do simply to torture you.

Your face twists into a wince of pain when the needle goes into your vein, Harry standing over you, his face a mirror of your own as you squeeze his hand. When the nurse pulls away with a triumphant "all done!" you flash a look of surprise between your arm and Harry.

"Not that bad, eh? Think ya overreacted a bit about how bad that was gonna be?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to shoot him a nasty look for teasing you.

"Maybe a little." You pinch your index finger and thumb together, indicating a minimal amount.

"Tiny bit more, babe," Another nurse appears from around the curtain and he laughs before speaking to her, "it's all she's worried about all morning."

"Honestly that's everyone's least favorite part. The rest of the day should be aces if you can handle that!"

Harry settles himself into a chair while the nurse goes through a myriad of questions. Any other surgeries? Allergies to medications you know of? Do you smoke? Drink?

Harry snorts when you say no to drinking, but quickly clasps his hand over his mouth when the nurse's head snaps to look between you and him.

"The occasional drink is fine, no worries. Nothing this morning though, right?"

"No, ma'am."

Your eyes meet his, a mischievous grin still plastered across his face. He mumbles a quick "sorry" while you try to pull your concentration back towards the nurse and the remainder of her questions.

"Alright, time for the good stuff," she passes you a small clear cup with two white pills, "First one is just something to keep you calm and relaxed, second one is to prevent any pain after the procedure. They'll give you something to make you sleepy when you get to the OR, but this might make you a bit loopy for now."

"This should be fun." Harry claps his hand in front of him, rubbing them together quickly. He leans forward in his chair, as if ready for a show.

"Yeah? Is she a happy drunk?"

Harry had only ever experienced you high on any sort of prescription medication once, almost a year ago when you went on a girl's trip with your best friend and twisted your ankle in an attempt to make it back to her car after dinner out one night. You calling him from an unknown ER in the middle of the night had terrified him enough to start packing a bag to fly to you before your best friend could grab your phone and assure him you were fine and she would put you on a plane home to him in two days as planned. He had teased you endlessly when he picked you up from the airport and for the next few days afterwards as you limped around on a bruised, ACE bandage wrapped foot.

But after too many wine drunk nights to count, he had enough stories to humiliate you with and the thought of any one of them being told now had you sinking further into the hospital bed.

"You could say that. Last time she.." His voice trails off at the sight of your eyes, wide as saucers, begging him to stop.

The nurse grins, her face kind and sympathetic to your silent cry for help.

"We're a little behind schedule this morning so it may be about 20 minutes before they come transport you, okay?" You nod, the effects of the sedative already working its way through your system, "Keep an eye on her? Make sure she behaves?"

"Yeah, I got her. We'll be fine, thank you so much." He's closer now, standing next to you again, a hand sliding up your arm to settle on your shoulder. You manage a thumbs up and a sleepy "thank you" as an affirmation that you appreciate all she's done for you.

"You're more than welcome. You'll have a different set of nurses in recovery but if you need anything until they come get you, just let me know, alright?"

"We will, thanks." His thumb ghosts across the front of your collarbone, the lightest of touches to soothe you, his eyes still focused on the nurse.

"Good luck! You're gonna do just fine, I promise."

The second she's around the curtain, Harry nudges you lightly, "Scoot."

"Huh? What do you mean..Harry, there's not enough room for you in this bed." Your head feels too light to deal with his nonsense now.

"Yeah there is if you scoot. C'mon. Hurry before we get caught. M’supposed to be keeping an eye on you, remember? Gotta make sure you don't fall outta the bed."

He's already wedged himself next to you, trying to make his tall frame fit into the limited space.

You move over as much as you can, the rail of the bed poking into your hip.

He tucks one arm behind your head, the other one thrown behind his own as a cushion.

"You feel more relaxed now, lovie?"

You scrunch down in the bed, just enough that you can tuck your head under his other arm, "A little. I don't feel sleepy enough though," Your eyes dart up, seeking the comfort of his face, "I'm scared, H."

"I know you are, baby," the hand behind your head shifts to cup around your arm, pulling you closer, "Just pretend you're home with me and we're taking a nice little nap together, yeah?"

"But you won't be there with me, not really."

"I'll be there when you wake up though. First thing you'll see when you open your eyes, promise." He runs a finger along the curve of your nose, "Close your eyes. Try to sleep, hmm?"

You shake your head, turning towards him to hide your face in his side, inhaling his scent.

"Want me to turn the light off? Would that help?"

"No," You toss the arm that isn't trapped between you two over him, holding tightly to his shirt, "Stay."

"Alright, then. We'll just wait," He tilts his head to rest closer to yours, "Have you thought about what you want to eat after?"

"Not really. M'too nervous to think about food."

"We'll think of something good. Whatever you want."

"You're gonna get us in trouble, better scoot back to your corner like a good boy." Your words come out unintentionally slurred and you weakly push yourself up and away from him as he slides off. He doesn't sit though, just stands near you, an anxious look flashing across his features.

"Hey, c'mere. Gonna be fine, routine surgery, remember?" You stretch your arms out to him, a plea to be near his warmth again.

He sits on the edge of the bed, facing you. You tug lightly at the sleeve of his cardigan, a feeble attempt to pull him closer. He indulges you, his brow still creased with distress.

"Know ya gonna be fine, just hate you have to go through it at all. Wish I could take it from you without all this." He gestures to the IV he knows you despise so much.

"You have helped take it from me. All the sleepless nights you spent up with me, holding my hair back when I got sick. All the days after when I was too drained to get out of bed. You were there for as much of it as you could be. And you pushed me to go see the surgeon in the first place. You've helped me more than you give yourself credit for."

His fingers intertwine in yours, the pad of his thumb soothing over the front of your hand.

"Make sure you keep my phone with you, my mom will probably call you every 30 minutes for updates." A yawn stretches across your face, "She has your number too, bullied me into giving it to her last week when I called to tell her about the surgery."

He nods, patting his pocket to make sure both phones are still nestled there together.

Another yawn threatens to escape and you muffle it this time, more content to fight sleep to stare at Harry; his hair a perfect mess of curls under the harsh brightness of the hospital lighting. His face is more relaxed now, his eyes still focused on your fingers tangled together. He catches you, your eyes glazed over, too heavy and threatening to close.

"Darling, please close your eyes. I can see how tired you are," His fingertips sweep delicately over your nose again, as if he was lulling a baby to sleep, "You don't have to stay awake for me."

"Closing my eyes for just a second, alright? Not because you told me to though. I want to. Wake me up in 2 hours, don't wanna sleep too long."

Your eyes are already drifting closed, the last thing you hear is a chuckle; effortless, light as air, "I will, promise."

Soft kisses pressed across your face, "Sweet dreams, love."

His voice is the first you hear as you wake up in the dimly lit recovery room. Well, really it was more like a big cubicle, another space with a curtain drawn in front of it. Even with the floaty, dreamy feeling flowing through your system, you can still detect the worry in his voice.

"Harry?" It takes your mind a minute to catch up and process where you are and what had happened.

Oh yeah. Surgery day. No more annoying gallbladder. No more sleepless nights. Freedom to eat what you want and not be haunted by nausea and sickness from what you ate.

"How are you feeling? Any pain?" Suddenly a nurse in bright blue scrubs is there, way too animated and loud at the moment, "Pain scale 1-10?"

"I don't have any pain. Zero." You're aware of how high you sound and a giggle escapes through the haze. That earns you a smile from Harry, one that lights up his whole face and makes his dimples shine through.

"Awesome! Well then as soon as you're good and awake we're gonna get this IV out and go over some paperwork for both of you to sign. I want you to drink something for me too, so what would you like?"

You request a ginger ale and as soon as the nurse leaves to retrieve it for you, Harry scoots the chair he's sitting in as close to the bed as possible.

"How long was I out?"

"Couple of hours," He absentmindedly fixes your hair, looping various curls back around to their respective places, "Took a little longer than expected, you had a small infection so they had to make sure it hadn't spread."

"How much longer?"

"Long enough you had us all slightly worried." His hand trails down your cheek to cup your chin gently, urging you to look at him, "You sure you're not in pain? Now's not the time to do that stubbornly brave thing you do where you pretend nothing's wrong."

"I feel fine, really. Just a little tired, ready to go home."

He studies your face, trying to find any trace of dishonesty. When he's satisfied you're being truthful, he stands and extracts your phone from his pocket.

"Already talked to ya mum, but your co-workers were all texting you, asking how you were. Figured you'd want to handle that yourself, didn't know how much detail you would want to give them."

"Did you give my mother all the details? Infection and everything?"

"Um, no. I knew better than to do that. Promised her you would call when I got you settled at home."

"You promised or she demanded?"

"Okay..she politely asked that you call her when we get home."

"That sounds more like her." You roll your eyes, pushing yourself so you're sitting more upright in the bed.

"She just worries about you." He adjusts the pillow behind you, fluffing and tucking it where you direct it, against your lower back.

"I know. I'll FaceTime her when we get home to prove I'm alive."

"It's been a while since we've seen them, maybe we should plan a visit?" He plops himself back in the chair, leaning back as far as he can go; hands behind his head, eyes closed. You'd both gotten very little sleep the night before, you were too anxious and he was too gracious to let you suffer alone.

"Oh please, I'm lucky I even got time off to do this. My boss would never allow another break so soon."

"Maybe for the holidays?"

"Maybe..but only if you can go with me, you know they love you more than me by now anyway."

"They do not," He peeks one eye open at you, "They love us both equally."

You shoot a quick text to your co-workers, using the group chat between the few of you to make it easier.

I'm out! Feeling okay for now but that might change later lol

The nurse is back, apologizing for taking so long, "We've been so behind all day, it's crazy busy. I had to wait for your doctor to sign off on your release." She hands you a can of ginger ale, white bendy straw already poised and ready for you.

"Just need you to sign here," She holds a clipboard and a pen out to you and you balance the can dangerously in one hand while you scribble something that resembles your signature. Close enough. She gestures for you to pass the clipboard to Harry, "His signature goes under yours, just says he's responsible for you for the next few hours until everything wears off."

"This means I'm the boss, right?" He leans over to grab the board, a wink thrown in your direction. He's enjoying himself way too much at the thought of being in control of you for the next few hours. Smug son of a bitch.

She takes the clipboard back and pulls off a yellow sheet of paper, "This is just your copy of what you signed, and also has post op instructions for your bandages. Your prescription's been sent to the pharmacy, and there's a brief summary of pain management information on the bottom there just in case you need it."

"Thank you." You transfer it right to Harry's waiting hand, knowing he'll be the one surveying every word, making sure you follow everything to the letter.

"I know you mentioned earlier having a little bit of a drive home, so probably once you get her some food and pick up her prescriptions, it'll be time for another round of meds. Okay?" She turns to you again, "I know it sounds silly, but one of the most important things after this particular surgery is lots of walking. Otherwise you'll be miserable. Rest for a while when you get home, then get up every 10 minutes or so until bedtime. Don't let her skip that part, alright? Very important."

"I heard you weren't a big fan of this thing," She nods towards the IV in your right forearm, "So this'll probably be the best part of this whole process for you. We'll get this out and then you can get changed and we'll get someone to wheel you down and out of here, alright? Don't look and you won't even know when it's gone."

"Hey, think about what you want to eat, huh? Your first freedom meal. Yay!" He slips his hand into your left, raising your connected hands victoriously. You didn't think it was possible for you to love him anymore until this moment. The way he could so easily erase your fear was one of his many gifts you adored him for, "What are we having, babe?"

You don't even hesitate before answering, "Pizza, from Milano's. It's my favorite, other than that one place in Italy you took me to. Please? Oh and one of their salads, with the little bread knots on the side!"

He glances at the nurse, awaiting a reprimand for your meal choice.

"As your nurse, I feel I should remind you that while you can have anything you feel like eating, we usually recommend something small and light at first. Broth or soup with some toast, maybe. The salad may be fine, but the pizza might be a little heavy. Taking it slow would be best. But everyone is different."

"So..just cheese then? Maybe some mushrooms?"

You let your head fall back against the pillow, a foggy haze settling over you, "Plain cheese, no mushrooms."

"Alright, sounds good. Why don't I go call it in and pull the car around? Meet you out front?" He leans closer, a quick peck to your cheek before pulling his hand loose from yours and turning to leave.

"Hey, wait," You attempt to tug at his wrist, but fail, your brain still set to slow-motion. He takes pity on you and returns to your side, "Let's eat there. It's in the mall so we can window shop after we eat."

"You sure? You still seem a bit tipsy, honey."

You don't feel tipsy. Just tired, and hungry. Very hungry. As if on cue, your stomach makes a remarkably loud noise; an objection at not being fed for the past 12 hours.

"Alright, alright, calm down. " You let out an embarrassed groan when you realize he's talking to your stomach, "We'll eat there."

He kisses you again, closer to your mouth, "Missed."

"I did, huh?" He chuckles, close enough to your face now your noses are almost touching, "Let's try again."

This time his lips meet yours and you know he missed on purpose the first time by how amused he looks when he pulls away.

"One more for luck?" You can't resist letting the back of your hand wander over his face, before resting the palm of your hand against his cheek.

"I think I can handle that," He smiles before landing another quick peck to your lips, "Be good for the nurse while I'm gone. I'll have the getaway car ready in 10, yeah?"

You're certain Harry would have fed you if you would have let him, right here in the mall food court in front of everyone. But you refuse, insisting even, on carrying your own tray to the table. He chuckles when you pull your phone out of your sweater pocket to take a picture of your food, quickly uploading it to Facebook.

He watches you closely as you take the first bite, even pulling his own phone out to sneak a photo of you when you temporarily close your eyes to appreciate the indulgence of being able to eat one of your favorite foods again; free from that anxious feeling of whether or not it would settle right with your body later. You open your eyes the very moment after he captured the image.

"Harry!"

"You just looked so happy! I couldn't help it. You know I'll never post it anyway. Snagged a few of you earlier in your little blue cap they made you wear too." He flips back through to show you. You try to snatch the phone away, but he's too quick to pull his hand back and stash his phone in his pocket.

"When??"

"After you fell asleep, right before they came to take you back."

He takes a bite from his own generous slice of pizza in front of him before gesturing to your tray, "How is it?"

"Amazing. Even better than before, if possible."

His smile is bright, loving the satisfaction of seeing you actually enjoy food again.

Your plan to walk around the mall was cut short, you could barely make it through one store without yawning. You cling to Harry most of the way back to the car, his arm securely wrapped around you to keep you steady.

You doze off on the drive home, and when your eyes flutter open you find him opening the passenger door, offering a hand to help lift you out of the car and up the stairs into the house. Your foot stumbles on the first step, failing to make contact and you almost fall back.

"Easy," He giggles, an arm thrown behind your back to catch you before encouraging softly, "Try again."

When he's confident you're stable enough on your feet, he lets go to unlock the door.

You're greeted by a bouquet of flowers, a colorful arrangement of roses and lilies from Harry's band mates. You immediately recognize Sarah's handwriting on the card and make a mental note to shoot everyone a thank you text later. You don't know if it's the medication still in your system, the exhaustion of the day, or the overwhelming amount of love that makes you teary eyed.

Harry stands behind you as you admire the flowers and the card, arms curving around to hug you, careful of the large bandage on your upper abdomen and the two smaller steri-strips on your right side.

"How did they know pink roses were my favorite?"

"They love you, peach." He rests his chin on your shoulder, "Besides, you've only mentioned growing up with a pink rose bush in your Nanna's garden about a hundred times."

"I always loved it. Still do."

Your mind travels back to your earliest memories spent there; summers when you practically lived at the small house on the hill. Helping pick tomatoes and peppers from the garden, too warm afternoons spent with a book in your lap under the shade of a peach tree, your grandfather's corny jokes and loving smile. Your Nanna's too generous portions of food contributing to the few extra curves you still carried with you to this day.

You don't even notice the tears at first. They slip down your cheeks and land on his arm. Once you realize, you try to quickly wipe them away, but Harry sees.

"Hey..c'mon, I think your high's wearing off a bit, bub. Pajamas, meds, nap. Sound good?" He turns you to face him, using the sleeve of his shirt to brush away any tears that still linger at the corner of your eyes.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 3..why?"

"No nap. I'll never sleep tonight, and you know how grumpy I get when my sleep schedule is thrown off." Even with your declaration of not wanting a nap, you can't help but rub your eyes, a weak attempt to keep yourself awake. Any resolve Harry had to try to convince you to nap melts away. A smirk on his face, he knows you'll eventually crash later, most likely on his chest or in his arms. He's content to let you be stubborn for now.

"Okay, then. New plan. Pajamas, meds, movie. Better?"

"Better. You get everything ready and pick the movie while I change?"

"You don't wanna pick the movie?"

You wave him off, already shuffling towards the bedroom, "You're the boss today, remember?"

You take your time gathering what you need to get cozy for the rest of the day, selecting an oversized, well-worn tie dye t-shirt and leggings from your dresser. You even take a moment to dip into Harry's extensive sweatshirt collection, grabbing your favorite one. It's amazingly soft and still smells of him, a faint scent of his cologne and well..just Harry. You couldn't imagine anything more comforting.

In your pursuit to feel more lucid, you venture into the bathroom, taking a moment to wash your face. The cool water instantly refreshes you and pushes you closer to feeling like yourself again. Wanting your hair out of your face, you pluck a scrunchy from your shared collection of hair accessories. You quickly recognize that your arms still have that too heavy feeling of unconsciousness and after a few attempts to gather your curls into some sort of up-do, you give up and loop the accessory around your wrist to try again later.

Harry senses your frustration when you find him in the kitchen, two small green pill bottles sitting on the counter in front of him. He's already filled your favorite cup with ice water, and you gratefully take it and drink from it.

"What's wrong?" His brow creases with concern and you feel guilty for making him worry over something so silly.

"Nothing..just wanted my hair up out of my face but my arms wouldn't cooperate." You try to laugh it off to put him more at ease, "It's not a big deal."

You know it's only the weariness of the day still making you feel so emotional, clear-headed you would not be upset over something so small.

"Here. Let me try." He slides the scrunchy from your wrist and pulls you closer to him, moving behind you to gently work long fingers through your hair, gathering it all in a loose ponytail on top of your head before securing it around a few times with the scrunchy.

You let your shoulders drop with a deep sigh when he's done, it was such a simple thing, but it made you feel so much lighter. He spins you around to face him, a charming gleam of pride at his handiwork adorning his face, "Too tight?"

"No. Much better. Thank you, Harry. You take such good care of me always, but today..I don't know what I would've done without you. I made such a big fuss and probably made you miserable with all of my worrying." You're suddenly very aware that you are rambling, but when you catch a glimpse of his face, his smile is wide. So bright that the skin around his eyes is crinkling.

He leans towards you, lips stopping whatever words may have come next, arms wrapping around you to pull you closer in a soft, warm embrace. When he pulls away, his eyes bore right into yours, and your heart swells with more love than you could ever imagine having for one person. But he wasn't just any person. He was your person, your whole word staring back at you.

"I'm SO proud of you. You've been so strong today, always knew you had that strength in you, but seeing you take that leap of faith..doing something you knew you should despite your fear, that's all you, love. I can't take any credit for that. You've made me anything but miserable, trust me."

His face is still close enough to yours that you nudge forward, pressing your forehead to his, a silent appreciation of his affection.

"Any pain yet?" He pulls back, a thumb across your cheek, eyes still locked on yours.

"My head kind of hurts? And I still just feel kind of..drunk."

"You have always been a bit of a lightweight, babe. And a thief too, I see. S'that my sweatshirt?"

"Have not!" You swat playfully at his arm, "Maybe. Is that my hair clip in your hair?"

"Possibly." His eyes dart up to the swoop of curls on top of his head, a black plastic clip twisting it back and away from his face.

"Guess we're even then."

"S'pose we are." He tries to keep his eyes narrowed in a mock attempt of annoyance, but it quickly fades into laughter.

You decide against FaceTiming your family, hoping that hearing your voice will be enough. It seems to satisfy them at least for the rest of the day. You assure them that Harry is taking very good care of you and that everything went as smooth as could be expected.

He raises one eyebrow at you as you hang up, "As smooth as expected, huh? You aren't going to tell them the truth?"

"What's to tell? I had an infection and now it's gone. I'm fine, there's no sense in worrying them. We can give them the full story later."

He shrugs, fingers working to open one of the green pill bottles before passing one of the white pills to you, "For your headache, lovie. There's something here for nausea too if you need it. M'worried the pizza might've been too much. Maybe you should take one of these..just in case?"

"Harry, I promise I will tell you if I feel anything other than fine." Your hand runs from his shoulder down his bicep, squeezing gently, "Besides, I cannot take a whole one of those. If you think I'm a lightweight now..I'll sleep for the whole week if I take that."

He slips the bottle in his pocket, pulling you in to press a kiss to the top of your head, "We'll keep it close just in case, okay?"

"Sounds good," Your hand trails back up to his neck to work fingers through his hair, "Hey, thought we were watching a movie? What'd you pick?"

"Thought we could decide together. C'mon, let's get you comfy in bed."

"Ever the gentleman, always trying to get me in your bed."

"Hey! I am a perfect gentleman, thank you very much," He chuckles, a hand coming to rest on the small of your back, "Just thought you'd be more comfortable, you can prop up and stretch your feet out."

You let him tug you along for the second time today, thankful it's the luxury of your shared bed you get to settle into this time. He tucks you in softly, propping pillows behind your back and head.

"Comfy? Need anything else?"

"No, just need you to quit babying me so much and relax with me for a bit."

"Since when am I not allowed to baby you?"

You roll your eyes, "Never said you weren't allowed. Just want you to stop worrying so much, that's all."

"Good. Cause y'are my baby," No matter how many times you'd heard him say it before, it never failed to make you blush, "Do anything for you, y'know that, right?"

"I know," You look down at your hands, trying to slow your racing heart, "You never let me forget."

"Hey," He pokes your cheek, pulling your gaze back up to him, "I love you."

"I love you more, H."

He kisses your forehead, "Impossible. I love you most."

The reference to one of your favorite movies has you smiling at him, that dreamy feeling falling over you again, "Can we watch Tangled?"

"Sure, princess."

He sinks next to you, head propped up on your shoulder, navigating easily through Disney+ to find your requested movie.

Your eyes drift closed right about the time the lanterns are being released in the sky, a moment that normally leaves your face wet with tears, the soft vibrations of Harry humming along the perfect lullaby to push you further into your dream.

He wakes you later in the evening.

"Dinner's on the table if you want to join me."

"Time's it?" Your voice is still heavy with sleep.

"7. You were sleeping so deeply I didn't want to wake you, thought your body could use the extra sleep today."

"Yeah. It was nice, thank you." You stretch your arms forward, reaching for his hands to help pull you up.

"How do you feel?"

"A little sore. More sober, for sure."

Dinner is simple; a bowl of plain broth, salad, and toast. Exactly what the nurse suggested earlier. There's even a warm mug of tea waiting for you.

"With honey for my honey," He's so proud of his cheesy expression of love you cannot help but smile.

You look at him curiously when he sits next to you, the same boring meal set out for himself.

"Harry..you can eat what you want, babe. Seriously you've done enough today, more than enough to be supportive. It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you made yourself something different."

"Nah. S'fine. We're in this together, yeah?"

You raise your eyebrows at him playfully, "Did you have an organ snatched from your body today?"

"No, I didn't." He laughs, "I just meant food wise, love. It's vegetable broth, by the way, hope that's alright."

"It's perfect."

You nudge him lightly, an elbow to his side, shifting closer to ask for a kiss. He meets you the rest of the way, lips planted firmly on yours. When you don't pull away, he quickly adds another.

After dinner is done and you have another round of meds, the two of you end up in an awkward ball of cuddles on the couch. Harry flips through the channels on the tv before finding a show you both agree on.

But you're too restless, unable to find a position comfortable enough for you. You shift a few times, finally giving up and letting out a frustrated groan before tossing the blanket off the both of you and springing up and off the couch.

Harry doesn't panic, just grabs your hand before you can get too far away or lose your balance, keeping his voice low when he asks, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing hurts. I just can't get comfortable, and I don't feel right."

"What doesn't feel right, angel? Explain."

"I don't feel like myself. I don't know how to explain it. Just feel off."

He sees you're on the verge of tears and ascends from his spot on the couch, arms quickly enveloping you before placing a finger under your chin to pull your face up to look at him.

"It's probably gonna take a day or so to adjust, baby. Yes it was a minor surgery but it was a major change to your body." He's bending now to look right into your eyes, searching them, "How can we fix it tonight, hmm? What do you need?"

Tears are free flowing, falling on the front of your t-shirt and down to the floor.

"Take your time. Breathe." A large hand smoothing warm circles firmly across your back; a balm for your restless spirit.

You pause, deep breath in before slowly letting it out, "I think I just need to move around for a bit."

"Let's go for a walk, eh? A quick one and then back to bed. Your mind needs more rest. How's that sound?" He taps your forehead softly.

"Okay, yeah." You nod your head, an approval of his plan.

"Don't worry about it, okay? Everything's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine."

You nod again, scared your voice will break if you try to speak. He knew that those words held a lot of weight for you, he'd repeated them often throughout this whole process and to hear them now was a reminder of how safe you were. That with him, you would always be safe and loved.

Being dark outside meant you gracelessly padding through the house, up and down the hallway a few times and back to the living room. Harry stays close, encouraging you along with little claps and kisses to motivate you. When your stomach starts to feel uneasy, he urges you once again to take something for nausea. You agree to take a half a pill, knowing it'll help you sleep.

Despite the nap you had earlier and only being awake for a couple of hours, it doesn't take much convincing for you to settle back into bed.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

He's already reclined next to you, book in hand, the soft light from the lamp illuminating one side of his face. You're smushed against him, drifting between that sweet space of almost asleep and wanting to stay awake to enjoy any spare moment you get with him. His hand working through your hair helps push you towards the former of the two.

"I'm sorry to be such a burden today," Your words are slurring together but you continue on, just needing to get your thoughts out before he can stop you, "I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have overreacted so much about something so simple."

"Hey, none of that now," He lays the book on the nightstand, careful to save his place for later before pulling you closer to him, "You were not, nor have you ever been a burden to me. Just because you needed a little extra help today does not mean you aren't deserving of me or my love. You will never have to earn that. It's yours, always has been, will be as long as you decide to keep me around."

"Thank you. For all of it. I'll always want you."

"Always? Y'might change your mind someday, angel."

"I won't. Promise."

"Yeah? Me either."

A kiss laid delicately to the top of your head has your eyes dangerously close to falling shut again before another thought navigates its way through your mind and out of your mouth before you can stop it.

"H..what am I gonna do with a full week off from work?"

"Let me take care of you?"

And that's exactly what he does.

Mornings spent sleeping in, late breakfasts made together and afternoon walks. Evenings consisting of the two of you preparing dinner together or ordering takeout from some of the forbidden places you couldn't eat from before. Mugs of herbal tea before early bedtimes, you sweetly falling asleep to the sound of his voice reading to you most nights.

But his favorite part was that the scent of lavender was no longer cursed for you. Some nights before your surgery, when you simply could not fall asleep the pain was so unbearable, you would fill the tub with hot water and lavender scented bubbles to try to calm yourself enough to be able to drift off afterwards. It never worked, the heat always doing more harm than good. Harry would always be waiting for you, open arms and a soft towel to wrap you in.

So the smell became one you hated, memories of sleepless nights and nausea. But now you were free to use it again for what you always loved it for before it was cursed. In your body wash, lotion, even your laundry detergent; spreading the scent all over your shared space in as many ways as you could.

He even mentions it one night after dinner, when the two of you are pressed impossibly close together on the couch. His nose buried into your neck, inhaling deeply, pulling away to announce, "You smell like you again, love. Missed it so much." He burrows back in, placing kisses from your neck to your shoulder, ignoring your giggles and protests of how much it tickles.

A week later, the alarm wakes you sooner than you've become accustomed to, reminding you of your return to work. Harry's arm thrown over your waist pulls you closer as you try to leave the bed, a sleepy "Don't go." mumbled in your ear.

You do your best to peel yourself away from him, admitting silently to yourself how much harder it is for you to leave the warmth of your bed as it is for him to let you go.

2 years later, you have a scar you swear didn't heal right, and a man who loves you even more because of it.

#harry styles imagine #harry x reader #my writing #so happy this is finally done and being posted!#soooooo many times I almost just deleted it bc I didn't know how to feel about it #but anyway hope y'all enjoy!

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sleepnavigator · 3 years ago

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A/N: Just a lil thing I daydreamed in the shower 5 minutes ago LMAO Which also explains the lack if title hihi. I still haven't dressed, couldn't risk losing the inspo!!!! :^) Haven't proofread it yet, please remember English isn't my first language so yeah sorry for any awkward and/or nonsensical sentences, I'll do my best to go through this one again as soon as I can!!! If anyone has title suggestions please lmk I can't do the thinking!! luv uuu <3

Paring: Spencer Reid x OC (not important though since there aren't any physical descriptions, just to avoid using Y/N lol.)

Rating: E !!

TW / CW ⚠️: Mention of a very minor cut.

It was one of those very rare days where there wasn't much going on in the office. No new cases assigned, just some paperwork that had to be done before the end of the day. Sofia slightly raised her fist in a victory motion while closing her last file before putting it aside, spinning on her chair to look at her co-workers; Emily still had ten more to go, JJ was typing on her laptop with a concentrated look, Derek didn't even raise his gaze to flip her off, a look of utter dread all across his face. Chuckling, she turned to the right where Spencer was struggling to read his last file, his hair kept getting on the way. He had started to grow it out months ago after a disastrous appointment with a new hairdresser who didn't quite get the "just an inch" instruction — they had even managed to cut the poor guy's ear in the process. Hotch had given Spencer his hairdresser's number, but all it took was Sofia complementing how good he looked with longer hair to almost throw that paper in the trash.

Blow.

And now it was that awkward phase where it's long enough to get in your face but not enough to tuck it behind your ear without it slipping every two seconds.

Blow.

He felt two cold hands on the crown of his head, the stupid strand of hair now out of his sight. Looking up, he saw Sofia standing behind him, running her hands through his hair, gathering it all as best as she could then tying it in a half ponytail with the black hair tie she always had on her wrist.

Spencer could feel the heat rising on his face but then he could have sworn his face was on fire, if that were possible, when she put her hands on each of his shoulders and leaned in to whisper "Better? ". He nodded stupidly, miserably fighting the even stupider grin growing on his face. She rubbed her thumbs against his shoulders and massaged him for a few seconds before offering him some coffee; "I'm done with my files and I'm hella bored. Join me in the kitchen when you're done, you gotta tell me 'bout that new movie you mentioned earlier! ". He barely managed to stutter out a "Yeah" before she was off. Clearing his throat (and his thoughts), he looked around, seeing Derek, JJ and Emily snickering. "Shut up, " and he quickly finished the file.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #aaron hotchner

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yukowrites · 4 years ago

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Just Looking

Pairing: Megumi x F!reader

a/n: prob grammar errors, wrote this while procrastinating on studying lol; making this into a short drabble series. This is part 2 Here’s part 1

Tw: megumi lowkey flirting 🤭

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Cute, he thought as he stared at her, there was an evident blush on her face. It wasn’t the first time those two spoke, but he couldn’t help but smirk at how little she changed from their first encounter.

“W-welcome…” she stutters, quickly putting away the rag, “how can I help you or get you?” walking behind the counter, she washes her hands. Walking towards the register, she glances at Megumi every now and then, the smirk still dancing on his lips. He decided to tease her a bit.

“Hmm, your number?” Quickly, she tried inputting the order, muttering

“R-right, yes, my number…” He chuckled, did she really not notice? Looking back at him, she frowned, still not understanding the situation,

“S-sorry, but we don’t have my--” before finishing her sentence, he burst out laughing, upon realizing what she had said, her face turned a deeper shade of red. Many thoughts raced through her head, was he flirting with her? Was he messing with her? Did he really want her number? Should she give it?

Calming down, “Is that so? Then, I’ll just have whatever you’ll recommend. Two please.” She nodded, inputting a drink that was highly requested by many customers. Telling him the amount, he paid with a card and sat down, the café hardly had any customers, it was near evening, hence almost to closing time.

“You know, it’s not the first time we met, why are you still shy? We literally spent a week or so on a project for a class together. Heck, we have a class together again this semester.” Striking a conversation, he looked at her while she made his drinks. But unbeknownst, one was for her. While making his drinks, her face cooled down from all the embarrassment from earlier, God I just made a fool of myself...Wait he’s talking to me! Glancing at him, their eyes met briefly before Y/n diverted it back to the coffee machine, suddenly her face heated up once again, she couldn’t help but blush as she looked at him. He was good looking, she wanted to learn more about him. She wanted to be with him.

“I-well, I’m just a shy person I guess…” how could she forget their first time meeting with one another? It’s the reason why she was so infatuated with the guy. It was a short period of time, but she got to know him a little bit for a project, but because it was one of her top priority classes she needed to pass, she mainly had focused more on the project. “Hm? You sure ‘bout that? You’re completely different from what I remember.” he remembers it clearly, it’s because of this, he had a crush on her even if it was just a short period of time.

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Part 3

#punk! megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #fushiguro megumi #jjk imagines #yuji itadori #jjk nobara #gojo satoru #fushiguro toji #yukowrites #jjk megumi #jjk fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #yw.jjk #jjk x reader

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sevengraces · 4 years ago

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This Wouldn’t Happen If You Would Communicate With Each Other pt. 3 (final ch)

Roman and Virgil finally have a conversation, but only because they're being forced to (by their mutual affection for each other.) Also did I need to fluster Virgil that much? No. But did I? Absolutely, he deserves it.

This is the last chapter! Thanks for sitting through my first multichapter fic (: TW: Panic Attack (what did you expect lol) Exhaustion Self Depricating Thoughts Self Hate Eating Flirting Blushing Crying Emotional Conversations (is that a tw?) Let me know if I forgot anything! Hope you enjoy it

Link to AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, You are Here. Title Card

Chapter 3: If You Ignore A Pot of Water It Boils Over Eventually (by eventually I mean right now)

Virgil had sat on the counter for awhile, that much he knew, but he definitely hadn’t been there long enough that it was normal waking hours. Which was why he startled when Roman shuffled into the kitchen.

He was on edge because of his panic and the late hour so he jumped. Unfortunately for him, there was a cabinet directly above his head and Virgil jumped headfirst into said cabinet.

“What the- Virgil?” Roman had spun around, “Why on earth are you lurking in the kitchen at four in the morning?”

Virgil winced, “I was just uh, was just eating?”

“Eating? At four in the morning…?” Roman gaped

“Yes?” Virgil hoped that sounded convincing.

It did not at all sound convincing.

Roman stood for a moment to look at Virgil. He was hunched in more than usual. His hood was up, but from what Roman could see Virgil was either still wearing makeup or he really hadn’t been sleeping enough. The next thing he noticed was that Virgil’s eyes were rubbed raw and there were tear tracks down his face. So no, not makeup.

Roman’s confusion softened into understanding, Virgil had clearly had a rough night, possibly a rough few nights.

“Okay,” Roman poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat up on the counter next to Virgil.

After a long, tense silence Virgil asked, “What are you doing Roman?” he was far too tired to sound anything other than exhausted and confused.

Roman chewed for a moment, “Eating. You?”

Virgil sighed, “Apparently watching you eat. Why’re you up?”, he situated himself more comfortably on the counter and leaned his head back against the cabinet.

Roman smiled slightly, “Short answer? Working on a really important idea that I’m not getting anywhere with. What about you?”

Virgil chewed his lip for a moment before replying, “Walked into that one huh? Couldn’t sleep, too busy ‘n my head.”

Roman smirked, “That’s part of it isn’t it?”

He stared, “...yes?”

“How ‘bout this,” Roman put his bowl on the counter next to him before continuing, “I tell you my whole reason and you tell me yours?”

Virgil stared into the ceiling for a moment before hanging his head, “I concede, I guess.”

Roman laughed, something small and quiet that did something soft and sweet to Virgil’s insides.

“Fair, okay, uh all aboard the vulnerability train I guess. I wasn’t lying, I am working on an idea that’s really important to me, but it isn’t really the idea that matters so much as how well you receive it.” Roman glanced at him before staring into his own lap.

Virgil sat shocked for a good ten seconds before whispering, more to himself, “How I take it? Why does it matter what I think?”

Roman’s head shot up at that. “Why of course it matters what you think! Why wouldn’t it?”

Virgil cursed under his breath, still loud enough to be heard, “I dunno, I always ruin everything, so what does it matter how I think something should be?”

“No, Stormcloud, you don’t ruin it! You are only ever trying to keep us all safe.”

Virgil went bright red at that, he sat there a moment before stuttering out, “If you, you say s-so.”

Roman’s face went soft and sweet, and he took Virgil’s hand. “I definitely say so. What’s your excuse for being up this late, even lovely one’s such as yourself need sleep.”

Virgil sat shocked for a full minute before being able to respond. All he could get out was a soft, “Jesus,”

Roman giggled, which Virgil did not have enough time to properly understand, and replied “Point taken, should I tone it down Tall Dark And Stormy?”

“Yes, christ Roman. If you want a reply you prolly should.” Virgil hid himself inside his hoodie, pulling his hand away from Roman.

Roman smiled again, “Okay, I got it for real. Your turn Virgil.”

Virgil poked his head out of his hood, nodded and breathed for a moment. “Alright, here goes.” He stared up at the ceiling again, “I couldn’t sleep because my head is busy, that’s true. I was just thinking,”

“Dangerous,” Roman butted in.

Virgil laughed and shoved him, “No shut up, I was thinking about how stupid I was.” he sobered up there, “It was just so stupid to duck out. I didn’t want to force you all to stay around me but because I failed at even ducking out, now you have to be around me or you’ll feel guilty.”

Virgil ran his hands through his hair, “Your all just so fucking wonderful! It isn’t fair for me to make you deal with me and my stupid issues. And I know, I know you all won’t say anything or tell me to fuck off now that you know how pathetic I am.” He was getting progressively more agitated, “And it’s so selfish but I just, I want you all to want me! It’s cruel of me to be shitty and then want you to love me and my bullshit!”

Virgil’s breath had picked up the pace the longer he spoke and Roman could see this wasn’t helping.

“Virgil? I need you to breathe for me.” Roman took his hands again.

“In and out Stormcloud, look at me.” he tapped out patterns on his hands.

Virgil was slowly coming back into his mind when he realized he had freaked out and said that he loved them.

“Shit, Ro, I’m so so-” he started to backtrack.

“You’re okay Stormcloud, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Sweetheart we want to be around you, and it was wrong of me to treat you poorly when we were younger.” Roman pulled Virgil to lay against his shoulder.

“You aren’t cruel and your problems aren’t bullshit. You deserve love and affection and so long as you want it I am more than happy to give you endless amounts of affection.”

Virgil, with his head leaning against a side he had loved for as long as he had known, began to cry.

“Shh, shh I know sweetheart. Oh love I’m sorry, let it out. Here you are.” Roman comforted him, running his hands through Virgil’s hair.

Eventually Virgil cried himself out and became aware enough to feel embarrassed. He pulled away and Roman let him. “Sorry Roman, that was a lot.”

Roman smiled, soft and sad, “You don’t need to apologize, Stormcloud I meant everything I said.”

Virgil blinked and mumbled, “You gonna keep calling me that?”

Roman laughed, loud and bright. “Yeah, so long as you’ll let me Sweetheart .”

Virgil went even more red and hid in his sleeves, “...mmhm,” he finally got out.

Roman smiled and climbed down from the counter. “Come on you need to get to bed and so do I Virgil.”

Virgil stared for a moment, more than a little nervous about the night alone in his room.

Roman suddenly reached forward and picked Virgil off the counter bridal style.

Virgil shrieked, “Ro!”

“Shh quiet down, I could see the anxiety on your face Stormcloud, if you thought for a moment I was leaving you alone you are severely mistaken.” Roman hugged him closer as he carried him up the stairs.

Roman carried him into his room and dimmed the lights as they got comfortable on his king sized bed.

“Hey Virgil?” Roman asked into the darkness,

“Hmm?”

“You aren’t uncomfortable are you? You don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.”

Virgil shook his head, “Nah princey, ‘m sleepy and you’re warm.”

Virgil and Roman fell asleep snuggled together in Roman’s bed, where they slept comfortably through the next day.

#thomas sanders virgil #thomas sanders roman #patton sanders #logan sanders #prinxiety #platonic or romantic #hurt/comfort #writing #chapter 3 #final chapter #sanders sides

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kellanswritingblog · 4 years ago

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Some zoscar hurt/comfort set after the end of episode 173. I figured I should post it now before we hit the next episode and it’s just all hurt lol

tw for blood, injury, broken bones, and mentions of death

The landing was a disaster. The ship itself wasn’t too badly damaged, besides the engine loss it experienced while in the Borealis.

The real harm was in the suffering of the crew. Zolf and Cel were strapped in and managed to hold on when they crashed into the ground, and Hamid was flying a safe distance away. But Azu, Wilde, Earhart, and all the others were either sent tumbling around the ship or thrown off of it entirely.

There wasn’t much any of them could do for some of them, no matter how hard they tried. Between the height of the fall and impact with the trees and frozen ground… no amount of healing would bring them back from that.

Those who survived were tended to by Zolf and Azu, distributing magical bouts of healing to keep them alive and in as little pain as possible. Azu had been smacked into the side of the ship during impact, but her guideline stayed intact, and she was in much better shape than some of the others. Meanwhile, Cel and Earhart looked over the ship, and Hamid huddled up with the less-injured kobolds, who all held each other tight.

Zolf counted the survivors and the bodies.

“Where’s Wilde?”

“I thought…” Azu looked around and counted for herself. “I don’t know. I didn’t see which way he went.”

Zolf gestured to the injured Meerk lying before them. “Do you got this? I’m going to go look for him.”

“Yeah. Don’t go too far, though.” Her brow was furrowed with concern.

He nodded, then trudged away from the ship. As he walked, he called out Wilde’s name – it wasn’t as if they had to worry about accidentally drawing unwanted attention, since the neon crashing ship took care of that already.

“Wilde! Oscar? Come on, where are you?”

The snow came up practically to Zolf’s waist, and he sunk even deeper in spots, but that didn’t slow him down when he finally saw Wilde’s body and the seeping red that surrounded it.

Zolf sprinted to him and knelt down at his side.

“Oscar? Oscar, hang on.” There was still a pulse, but only barely. He had lost a lot of blood, and what looked like bone poked out from his arm.

Healing flowed through Zolf and into Wilde, but he didn’t wake. Instead, he gave a shuddering breath, and remained still.

“Come on, Oscar. Come on, please. You stubborn ass, why weren’t you wearing your guideline?” Zolf cried as he pressed all of his healing into Wilde’s unmoving form. “Why weren’t you paying attention? Why did you have to get hurt?”

The tears that fell down Zolf’s face were half frozen. When magic failed, Zolf put bandages and tourniquets on Wilde’s wounds, then began to set the obviously broken bone with his mundane healing knowledge, for what little good that would do.

Once that was done, Zolf continued to kneel at Wilde’s side for a moment longer to beg any benevolent power to bring him back, to make it right. What good was hope if Wilde was gone?

Then, Zolf stood and tromped quickly back to the ship.

“Did you find him?” Azu asked.

“I did. He’s alive… but barely. I need help getting him back here. I tried to heal him, but…”

Azu reached out, put a hand on Zolf’s shoulder, and gave it a squeeze. “I still have some healing left in me. Let’s see what we can do.”

Despite the optimism in her voice and gaze, it did little to soothe the terror raging inside of Zolf’s heart.

Zolf led Siggif and Barnes to where Wilde’s body lay, and they placed him on an impromptu stretcher to carry him back to the ship, then placed him before Azu.

“Oh.” She spoke quietly, her voice barely more than an uttered breath. But Zolf heard it, and whatever hope remained in him that Wilde would recover started to fade.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s not good.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Pink light flowed from Azu’s hands into Wilde’s form, then she slumped. “I need to save some healing for the others. But he’s still breathing, and you managed to stop most of the bleeding. He’s got a chance.”

Zolf nodded, though he felt despair take over. Azu put a hand on Zolf’s shoulder again, then left him at Wilde’s side to tend to the other wounded.

“You…” Zolf couldn’t even muster up the enjoyable annoyance he so often felt when dealing with Oscar. Instead, he began to cry again. “Please wake up. Please be okay. I mean, I know nothing is really okay right now, but… Wilde, I need you. I don’t know how to keep going without you. Please.”

Wilde didn’t respond, of course. Zolf picked up Wilde’s hand on his uninjured arm, lifted it to his lips, and pressed a slow kiss to the mitten that covered his skin. He didn’t know what else to do, how else to help, so he continued to stand and hold Wilde’s hand, as if that alone would bring him back.

It didn’t, though, and soon enough the cold was getting to everyone. Those who wound up relatively uninjured were tasked with moving the others inside, where they were at least sheltered from the elements and the flurry that fell around them. They also brought the bodies on board, with every intention of returning them home whenever they got back to safe civilization.

Zolf and Azu stayed up throughout the night to tend to the injured. Their own bodies were wracked with pain and exhaustion, but they had to keep going, and they were the best equipped to provide aid, even if they couldn’t muster anymore magic at the time. Regardless, sometimes a balm or a fresh bandage or even a cup of water made all the difference.

He didn’t plan to fall asleep. Zolf had sat at Wilde’s side during a quiet moment, half willing him to wake up and be alright. He could have slept all day, if given the chance; between sailing through the Borealis and landing the Vengeance as successfully as possible, he was beat. But there was still work to be done, and he didn’t plan to rest so soon.

However, the quiet croak of a familiar voice startled him awake, even from his darkest nightmares.

“Zolf?”

He practically fell out of his chair when he heard the noise and awoke with a start, then he righted himself and stood.

“Oscar? Oscar, it’s me. I’m here. You’re alright, you’re going to be alright.”

Wilde was white as a sheet and his eyes blinked rapidly with confusion, but he was awake, and he was alive.

“What happened?”

“The ship… crashed. And just about everybody got tossed over the side when we hit the trees. Why weren’t you wearing your bloody guideline, you insufferable…” Zolf’s relief poured out in more tears. “I’m just glad you’re…”

“Remind me to never let you drive an automobile if that’s how you park,” Wilde joked in a raspy voice, and Zolf let out a choked laugh.

“I should go get Azu. Together we’ll get you back up and running in no time.” His breath shuddering, Zolf wiped his tears.

Before he could move, however, Wilde’s good hand shot out and weakly held onto Zolf’s wrist. “First, I… Zolf… Thank you.”

“For what? I’m the one that crashed the damn ship.”

Wilde shook his head. “For putting up with me. For standing with me in all this chaos. I’ve never said how grateful I am to not be fighting this war alone, and if I’d… if I’d died, you would never know. So. Here I am.”

“I still would’ve known,” Zolf murmured. “And it’s not putting up with you. You’re stubborn and infuriating, sure, but… I can’t imagine being anywhere else than at your side.”

“Kiss me.”

“I’m sorry?” Zolf chuckled and hid his blushing face behind a hand. “I think the blood loss has got you a little loopy.”

“I’m tired of walking around it. We almost died, Zolf. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t love you anymore.”

For a moment, Zolf lost himself in the sincerity of Oscar’s gaze, then he stepped forward and slowly kissed him.

“We’ve got fine timing, haven’t we?” Zolf teased as he pulled away.

“If you hadn’t been so stubborn, maybe we would’ve gotten here before a near death experience in the unknown regions of Siberia.”

Zolf was relieved beyond measure that Wilde still had the health for snark.

“Yeah, because you definitely weren’t the one going all ‘oh, relationships are a danger right now, blah blah blah.’”

“They are a danger. But the greater danger is losing you.”

“You’re the one that almost died. I think it’s more about losing you right now.”

Wilde smiled. “Fair. Maybe just try not to lose any more engines, alright?”

“I’ll do my best. Now, I really am going to go get Azu. You’re in bad shape; it’ll take both of us to get you feeling better.”

He chuckled again, and replied, “Waking up to you? Kissing you? I already feel lifetimes better.”

“That’s all well and good, but your arm is still broken, and you’ve definitely got a concussion and a bunch of internal trauma. So, sit tight, and I’ll be right back.”

Before he left, Zolf pressed a quick kiss to Wilde’s forehead, and then darted off to find Azu, wherever she might be. Surely the others were working on some sort of plan, but Zolf had only one goal: to ensure Wilde survived and was restored to health. He didn’t plan on losing him now that they’d finally realized their feelings couldn’t be put off any longer.

#rusty quill gaming #rqg #rqg spoilers #Zolf smith #rqg oscar wilde #zoscar #tw blood #tw injury #tw death #tw broken bones #I meant to post this last week #but got distracted by all the good good Azu week content #so here we are

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violetwolfraven · 4 years ago

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Hello, i saw you’ve reblogged your old post of tropes you wanna write for newsies fanfics. So if i may ask for 33 with jomike and make if extra angsty :D (i’m sorry i’m just so hyped that i found a fic writer that ships my rare pairs and also write so GOOD!!!) You can do anything you want here but might i suggest getting ike to appear too? No pressure tho. Thanks 💕💕

You’re in the hospital and I’m pleading with you not to leave me and to please just wake up.

Extra angsty, coming right up! (I feel like I’m running a fast food place here lol) Dude, never apologize for requesting stuff. I need the stuff to do and it makes me happy to know people like my writing! Thank you! So anyway proceed with caution and remember that you asked for this. :)

Tw: attempted suicide, internalized homophobia

This was all his fault.

Mike felt like he’d probably be having a panic attack if he wasn’t so laser focused on the boy in front of him right now.

He’d only left Jojo’s house a couple hours ago, and that was all it took for this nightmare to start.

Who was he kidding? This was worse than any nightmare his imagination could possibly string together. This was the worst possible scenario he could think of.

Mike had been over at his friend’s (actually, his crush, but Jojo didn’t know that) house for movie night, but had left around 9:00 due to their parents not approving a sleepover on a school night.

He’d known Jojo was acting weird, but like an idiot, he’d just hoped it was Jojo realizing he liked him back.

Mike was a goddamn self-centered idiot. He should have asked what was wrong instead of just acting like he didn’t notice anything.

Because his heart had stopped when, an hour after he left, Jack called him.

It was 10:21 at night.

He texted me because he knows I can’t get there in time. You live close enough that you might. Mike, you need to stop him.

When Mike got there, Jojo’s mother was very confused, but he just pushed past her, running up the stairs and yanking open the door to his friend’s room to find—

He was too late.

Jojo was already on the ground clutching his stomach, a note, a water bottle, and a bottle of tylenol on the ground beside him.

Guessing what would be on it, Mike had shoved the note in his pocket before Jojo’s parents got in the room, and was already on the phone with the paramedics by the time Mrs. de la Guerra screamed.

Now, at 11:09 at night on a school night, the doctors had done all they could.

Now, it was up to Jojo. His body would win the fight against the overdose, or it wouldn’t.

Mike didn’t know if he could do it, because judging by the note, he didn’t want to.

This was all Mike’s fault.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m sorry, but I have to do this. I’ve tried to be a good son. I’ve tried to follow what you taught me, but I was too weak. I failed, and for that, I’m sorry.

Please don’t blame Mike. It’s not his fault. I don’t think he even noticed, but... I fell in love with him. I tried to deny it. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t fight my feelings forever. So I have to do this, because it’s the only way out. Trust me, I don’t like it any more than you do. But it’s the only option. I love you and I’m sorry again.

-Jojo

Jojo had tried to commit suicide because he thought he had to, after an ultra-religious upbringing.

Because of his feelings for Mike, which Mike was too damn stupid to see.

And now he might die.

He was lying there in a hospital bed, barely breathing.

Mr. and Mrs. de la Guerra had given Mike time to talk to him alone, being grateful that he’d gotten there in time to maybe save him, not knowing that he was the reason for all this.

If they knew the real reason for all this, they might not even care if Jojo survived.

They might hope he didn’t.

And it was all Mike’s fault.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it, Jo,” he whispered, “I shoulda told ya how I felt, to show you it wasn’t wrong. I shouldn’ta assumed you knew.”

Jojo, being unconscious, didn’t respond.

Mike held back a sob, clinging to the beeping of the heart monitor to make himself stay sane.

His heartbeat was still steady. He was still alive. Even if he might not be for much longer... he was for now.

For now.

“There’s nothin’ wrong with you,” Mike said quietly, “Boys lovin’ other boys ain’t any different from boys lovin’ girls. You don’t choose who ya love. You just love them. I know ‘cause I definitely didn’t choose to love you.”

He grabbed Jojo’s hand, hoping his friend could hear him.

The word ‘friend’ felt wrong here, even if it was what they were.

Odds were, they would never get a chance to be anything more.

“I wouldn’t fall for anyone else if I could. The way I feel ‘bout you... I don’t wanna feel it for someone else, and I doubt I ever will, so please, fight this. Stay strong, Jojo, and come back to me.”

Mike had been fighting tears that whole time, but now, he was full-on crying, and he hoped Jojo couldnt hear that. He didn’t want him to feel guilty for hurting Mike when he needed to focus on his own hurt.

He definitely knew Jojo had a tendency to blame himself for everything.

“Come back to me, Jojo,” he pleaded, “Please don’t leave me like this. We gotta talk ‘bout... a lot of things. But that can wait. It’s not important. What is important is that... dammit, Jo, ya gotta wake up. You just gotta... you gotta make it. I don’t wanna imagine a world without you in it.”

The heart monitor stayed steady, and that was good, but...

No change meant he wasn’t waking up, either.

Mike wiped his eyes as he stood up. He needed to pull himself together enough that it didn’t seem weird to Jojo’s parents. They could not know why he tried to commit suicide and they could not know that the feelings he was so worried about were reciprocated.

“I gotta go,” he told Jojo, “But I’ll come visit again soon, and... and please, even if you can’t wake up by then, be here, anyway. I don’t know if you can hear me in there, but... but I love you, too, Jo, so please, please don’t go.”

Mike had to make himself leave that room right then, because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to leave at all.

He got lucky. Mr. and Mrs. de la Guerra didn’t notice him pass in the hallway, too busy talking to the doctor.

Ike was waiting for him in the car when he got out the door.

He’d had their dad drive him to the hospital a while ago, knowing Mike would be too messed up to drive himself home in the car they shared.

“Hey Mikey,” he said quietly as Mike got in the car.

Usually, they called each other ‘idiot’ or ‘fart face’ or ‘butt trumpet.’ Their real names were reserved for serious situations. For I’m having drama with my crush and I’m upset enough that you cannot tease me about it. For I’m having a really bad day so do not fucking test me. For I can tell you’re upset, so do you need space or a distraction?

For your close friend and crush is dying in that building and nobody knows if he’s going to make it.

“How’s Jojo?”

Mike shrugged, “They’s done all they can. It’s all down to if he fights hard enough, now.”

“Well, he’s strong, so I’m sure he can—“

“Yeah, but he don’t want to,” Mike interrupted, “He tried to commit suicide, Ike. The whole purpose of that is to not fight it off.”

Ike stayed silent for a few seconds, just staring at him and making sure Mike was really done.

“Deep down, he’s gotta know he’s got stuff to live for,” he said finally, “His parents, the friend group, you—“

“Me?” Mike interrupted again, tears interrupting him, “This is my fault. This is all my fault, Ike. He’s gonna die ‘cause of me.”

“Mike, you got to him ‘fore he really OD’d. You almost got there in time to stop him altogether, but no one coulda gotten there faster. This ain’t your—“

Ike tried to reach over to hug him, but Mike just shoved Jojo’s suicide note at him instead.

It didn’t take him long to read it.

“Oh, Mikey...”

“See?” Mike sobbed, “He’s dying... and it’s all my fault.”

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