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itâs just a scratch! (it isnât) | sylus.
a/n:: apparently receiving a head injury leaves plot bunnies behind too lol [ sylus fluff ;; tis mildly selfship coded ;; i whipped this drabble up in about an hour haha ]
Sylus watches you pause as you lift the mug to the cabinet. Your brows furrow and proceed to slowly spin the mug around curiously.
âSylus?â You halfway turn to him to look from your peripheral.
He glances up and replies, âYes?â
âWhat am I doing?â
âUnloading your dishwasher, I believe.â
A pause, then a small, âOh,â escapes your lips. Then you put the mug up and close the dishwasher. Heâd finish it for you later.
âAre you feeling any better?â he asks, eyes glancing up at you from the book in his hands.
âAbout the same⊠UhmâŠâ You space out, staring at the TV for a good ten seconds before coming back to reality. âMaybe more dumb than usual.â
Sylus chuckles. âYouâre not dumb. You just sustained a head injury.â
âWhich has made me feel dumber,â you point out.
âWhich is why Iâm here,â he adds.
âTo tell me Iâm dumb?â
He scoffs in disbelief and closes his book as he remarks, âTo make sure you donât smack your head into anything else while youâre recovering and on leave, sweetheart.â
You feel the fluster creep to your shoulders and your cheeks at the nickname, ducking your head down bashfully.
Sweetie, when heâs teasing. Sweetheart, when heâs being soft and caring. You often hear more of the latter nowadays.
âItâs just for a few days. My symptoms should clear up come the day I go back for a checkup,â you grumble. âAnd it wasnât even that bad. My elbow took the brunt of it.â
âIâm aware of all that. And until then, Iâll be sticking around to make sure youâre okay, kitten.â
But the cute moment ends when you cuss profusely, hands flying to your head in the spot where youâd gotten hit. Sharp pains crawl down from the spot, nearly debilitating and making you hunch over.
You faintly register something hitting the couch, followed by large hands guiding you by your shoulder and waist to sit down.
Sylus doesnât like the way your body rocks in his hold, head bobbing up and down while your eyes are screwed shut from the pain, hissing when it flares. He takes his hand and gently cradles the back of your head, pulling you to his shoulder to find rest. If you had been standing, heâs sure he wouldâve had to catch you before you hit the ground.
Thirty seconds in total pass before the pain in your head finally dies down. You still feel a tingle, but donât mention it.
You inhale, then speak softly, âIt passed.â
It takes a few seconds for Sylus to reply. âThat was the worst one yet.â
âThat youâve seen,â you try and joke. But the grumble of dissatisfaction tells you heâs anything but amused. In fact, you mightâve just put him in a worse mood.
âI guess that means Iâll be staying over for quite some time, even after your next doctorâs visit.â
You lift your head from his shoulder and stare pointedly. âSylus, no.â
âWhat? You donât like my company?â
âItâs just not necessary for you to stay and watch me. Iâm a big girl,â you argue.
âA big girl with a head injury,â he âcorrectsâ you with a grin. âAnd donât worry about your little friends. Iâll disappear for awhile when they decide to come over.â
You sigh in defeat. âYouâre making my head hurt.â
âThen stop arguing, kitten.â And then Sylusâs voice drops an octave, expression changing from cheeky to concerned. âLet me take care of you. Your head meeting that table after that giant Wanderer tossed you wasnât pretty to watch, you know.â
This time, you finally hear him, and he sees it.
You know where this is coming from. You know this comes from whatever past you two had together that you canât remember (but apparently Sylus does) for the life of you. His concern for you is always genuine, you know this. Underneath every layer of teasing and cheekiness, you know Sylus means it when he says he wants to take care of you. And you can only imagine what you mustâve looked like getting tossed like a ragdoll by that Wanderer youâd fought.
You sure as hell know what your head feels like.
âAlright, you win.â You shift yourself onto his lap, getting cozy and laying your head back on his shoulder and closing your eyes. âJust make sure to jet when my friends come over. The last thing I need is a tremendous headache about how the leader of Onychinus is in my living room tending to me.â
He chuckles, then presses a long, sweet kiss to the top of your head. âDeal.â
#sylus x reader#sylus x mc#sylus x you#sylus x y/n#sylus imagine#sylus qin#sylus love and deepspace#sylus fluff#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#kass writes. âïž
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you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.
the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.
you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.
because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.
captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.
you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.
"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.
"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.
"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."
you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.
you did not know being known could feel this sweet.
"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.
[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.
also i dont need to remind you but i don't tolerate copy-pasting or reposting any of my works anywhere. i read a lot from here too, and other writers can attest to this as well - we know if a line or a paragraph from any of our works is copied and/or reworded. ]
#this was cooking in my head for a while#and i was like#well this sounds cute#hoshina soshiro#soshiro hoshina#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina x reader#kaiju no. 8#kn8 x reader#hoshina soshiro fic#hoshina#vice captain hoshina
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Hey, can I have your attention for just a moment? Yes? FANTASTIC!
Here we go then â
I want to take a moment and just. . . . Shine a light on a few things. And by a few things, I mean you all! Now, I have 1 rule about this post: You Cannot Compliment Me In The Replies. Full stop. This post is about YOU!
That being out of the way, I want to let you all know how much I appreciate each and every one of you! I have made some amazing friends since I started this blog, and it has been an incredible ride so far! Honestly, I never intended to be here but am so glad I am! Coming onto this blog makes my days a little easier, a little brighter, and especially so during the ones that feel a bit darker and harder to get through.
I want you to know something: I think your writing is INCREDIBLE! The amount of passion and depth I see everyone pouring into their muses is staggering! There is so much fun to be had reading your words and interacting with you [ and to those I am mutuals with but have limited to no interactions with yet. . . I am so sorry! Believe it or not, I am an anxious person and am actually admiring you from afar ] ! Not a day goes by where I don't gasp, laugh, or smile at something on my dashboard. The variety, the nuances â and I've met so many kind people!
There are truly no words. The ones above feel so little in comparison to the big feelings I have! I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you! Please never lose your spark, remember to have fun, and do your best not to doubt yourselves or the potential you harbor!
And thank you â thank you so much for visiting my little blog and choosing to stay with me through the chaos!
Much love from yours truly, Jude â
#â§ïœ„ïŸïœ„ïŸâ§ | ⟠| : jude speaks.#â§ïœ„ïŸïœ„ïŸâ§ | ⟠| : psa.#â§ïœ„ïŸïœ„ïŸâ§ | ⟠| : positivity.#OKAY SORRY I'LL GET BACK TO ACTUALLY WRITING THINGS NOW#ASJDKFLGH#I JUST !!!!???!?!?#THERE'S A LOT OF YOU I WAS ACTUALLY GENUINELY AFRAID TO APPROACH OR INTERACT WITH OR EVEN GET CLOSE TO#AND I WON'T GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT COZ THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER THING#BUT I ADORE YOU ALL SO MUCH I PROMISE#IF YOU EVER WANT TO WRITE WITH ME JUST COME SMACK ME IN ASK BOX AND YELL AT ME. OR YELL AT STOLAS; YOUR CHOICE
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HELLO! (points directly at url)
the stitchwraith is made by phineas taggart - a guy who wasnt incapable of feeling emotions (or something equivalent to that) and he loves to expiriment with agony, so he got acouple of items - including an ella doll, if youve read 1:35 am you mightve recognised him as a little cameo (he speaks to plants, and even called the creation of the stitch his own tin man, hes funny, i think tumblr wouldve loved him) and dies the moment the stitchwraith comes alive
the stitchwraith is compromised of two spirits: jake and andrew
jake was a 9 year old boy who had cancer and is the protagonist in the 6th books 2nd story the real jake, its important to note that his father, while away at war iirc, had a small doll that would speak to jake every night, hidden behind a closet, and jake would tell the doll what 'he did that day' (what he wouldve wished he wouldve done) and his caretaker, margie, would come in every night and draw on a thing related to it - if he said that he got into a baseball game then she would draw on a black eye on him, a missing tooth, red around the mouth to signalise the pizza he said he ate that day, as a surprise for him when he won the battle, unfortunatly both jakes father (whos named evan, funnily enough, he has an uncle named micheal too) and jake passed away, leaving margie with the home, which on a unrelated note became infested w cats lol, phineas had used the dolls head (which, inspite of it being implied that jake possessed the doll and ran away, i have zero clue how phineas got his hands on it)
andrew is the, i guess 'antagonist' of the man in room 1280, where hes been keeping william alive for a good while now and keeps confusing four nurses to the point of them calling a priest, he wears an alligator mask i think thats cool, and because of how much agony he has in him and how bitter he has at william (vaild) he is the reason why phineas had died by his touch, he has such a strong sense of emotion it just. kinda goes into everything, if youre wondering how his spirit got into the stitchwaith andrews spirit was also in fetch's battery, i dont know the story about that either ur guess is as good as mine
andrew and jake, together in this stitchwraith body, would collect the rest of what andrew had 'infected', which i only remember foxy from come closer being mentioned
andrew dissapears in the 6th epilouge iirc, long story short william in a massive trash pile monster form (yes he still has those goofy rabbit ears mentioned) had appeared and the two struggling not to kill our other protagonist - detective larson - had plunged themselves into it, andrews spirit is dragged away from williams, leaving jake alone in this vessiel
jake discovers, via accidently touching a homeless man, that he can go into others memories and make them plesant, so the death touch is gone for good, also by skipping towards the end he kinda becomes like, a guardian angel for the ballpit? with the memories of eleanors victims (also not relevant to the conversation dont worry about it) being in there, when he makes millies last memories her spending happily with her family, a single ball had started to glow, and the rest of them slowly did as well
i liked jake, i think hes a sweet protagonist, i thought andrew was interesting too but thats just me being tumblr user stitchwraith-stingers to each their own lol
if anything i wouldnt really exactly say that the stitchwraith is a villain, yeah andrew going "LETS KILL HIM" to some guy in his 40s is bad, but its more or less of a "dont judge a book by its cover" shtick (ESPECIALLY considering the whole renelle plotline), they arent finding trouble they just happened to be able to do that
TLDR: two ghost jokes in one expiriment body, one of them is pissed enough to kill people by touching them and after his spirit gets dragged away the other one can visit peoples memories and kinda maybe sorta becomes a guardian angel, dont worry about it
i fuckign HATE the latter half of fnaf lore so fucking much. i dont care about the mimic. i dont care about the stitchwraith. i dont care about the glitchtrap virus. i dont care about remnant. i CARE about haunted animatronics. can we please go back to haunted animatronics???? with the ghosts and the dead people and etc?? not whatever sci-fi bullshit is going on nowadays??
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There are good things in the world
Today, I stained my fingers pulling pomegranate seeds from within the fruit so Bug could gobble them straight from my fingers.
Today, I watched an episode of a show I enjoy.
Today, I held a whole litter of lavender tricolor mouse babies in my hands, gleeful over how beautiful some of them were, and how much it means to finally see a full tricolor litter with robust, healthy babies in it.
Today I baked acorn squash and shared it off my fingers to Eris and Aurora, who both screamed in delight as they ate it.
Today I unearthed Bug's old heat pad, and turned it on for the new birds. The youngest lady, who was hen raised and misses her mother, climbed onto it and took a peaceful nap.
Today, I helped a neighbor fix a portion of his bird pen.
There are good things in this world still. I would like to invite you to reblog this and share your good things from today with one another.
#yes I am going to make these every day I can remember#good things#there are 1513 days left#personal#bug the peahen#aurora#eris#The Indie 5#also please don't send asks#this is not a request for asks it's a post for sharing
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i don't really know how to word this but like i feel like i'm gonna forever have to deal with the pain and heartache of one of my very first pokémon games- the first 'normal' pokémon game i've ever played, that i will have lasting nostalgia and love for as a result of it being formative to my introduction into the series- being the one that will forever be looked down upon for bad graphics and technical issues as a result of the game having been rushed
like i honest to goodness want to scream and yell and cry into the void about how this means everything to me and will always be one of my fave games just in general. but how am i gonna do that without someone being like 'the broken overpriced mess? the one that's missing all this stuff from the older games that was great? the thing with all the cringe? that one?' or whatever. and the thing is they aren't wrong for their criticisms either like i know the fact that they rushed this wonderful game hardcore is a massive stain on its reputation and it hurts me too but like i cannot turn off the brain full of love in me and be a mean critic. or even an impartial one. i mean i criticize everything i love don't get me wrong i am constantly running my mouth about what i like and don't like. but at the end of the day i approach all media with an unusually optimistic mindset. if you see me talk a ton about something no matter what i'm saying you can bet it means i love it.
just. aaagh. it's always tough being a new fan of an old series. i'm like too embarrassed to express my opinions bc i feel like they're invalid y'know? i feel so exhausted every time i see something to the effect of like 'oh those poor kids these days having to deal with such bad quality everything what a bad time to be a fan of pokémon wow y'all make me feel so old' well see the thing is i actually am thriving and i love it here. and i'm also an adult myself so i have more critical thinking skills than people who played red when they were like five years old did. and even with the power of critical thinking i manage to be in love with this. join me in marvelling at the beauty of life
#sorry for the massive rant i am full of both love and rage but i feel alone in this world about this particular subject#my other fav complaint is like 'they make it too easy to xyz these days'#to me that reads like 'i suffered so why shouldn't they'#yes we should encourage people to spend 100 hours grinding to do basic story requirements.#to weed out the true gamers from the weaklings. or maybe we could use the spare time in our lives to touch grass#the only easy-fication change in sv i don't like is the ability to access boxes right from the menu#that kinda cheapens the need to strategically organize a team before heading somewhere#i can.. sorta understand being miffed about the remember moves mechanic?#frankly platinum was so stressful with not being able to freely switch without great hassle/cost#it would have been a fair enough compromise to make you pay a bit of lp or something#or do it for free but having to go to like a pokécenter or something#i'll never agree that exp share is bad though sorry#pokémon#ok but about the 'i feel bad for kids these days with these ugly designs/lame 3D models' thing#yeah i have news for you every gen has its ugly/stupid pokémon.#dude look at exeggcute#and some of the oldest spritework is hideous#granted the ds era spritework was beautiful#but i don't see what is so bad about the 3D models of today? they're both nice...#dude play an indie game or something if it's that important to you idk#it will never be the 90s again. it will never be the 00s again. i'm sorry.
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I think someone put the brain of a mouse or maybe a squirrel inside my head at some point because all winter I was like âI crave nuts and seedsâ and now that itâs getting warmer and brighter out my brain keeps going âitâs fruit timeâ
Like, modern transportation has made it possible to move many fruits all over the world (in theory) all the time! But the primal early plesiadapiform part of my brain is like âyou must eat what is available this seasonâ
#I was going to go with euarchonta or plesiadapiform brain but I think the early members of both of those groups were from a tropical#ecosystem. if Iâm wrong though and either are from more seasonal environments I could change what I used#actually. wait. plesiadapis is from the late Paleocene. yes. but tropical plants have reproductive cycles too#do they generally vary by season or are they just doing it all at their own pace by species#I am from a very cold seasonal climate that gets hot af in summer but is pretty cold for a good five-ish months#not all equally cold#itâs bad for our environment if it doesnât get cold as balls for a bit every winter#and we didnât really get that this winter. but thatâs not my point!#I mean to say I canât remember how it works in tropical environments#if the plants just time their reproduction whenever in the year or if there are seasons for most plants at the same time#does that make sense? Iâm using the primate-like-mammal. if itâs wrong then whatever#fuck it we ball#maybe I should have gone with a group further back in time but I couldnât find climate info easily about things that far back and fuzzier#i am not the most familiar with primate evolution. especially early evolution of the group. Iâm open to learning more#i just tend to fixate on certain other things like early mammals and horse and cat evolution#paleontology#emma posts#I like juice all year though#one day I want to try many varieties of fruits that I cannot access easily where I live because they canât be shipped here#or they just arenât as popular a variety on an industrial scale#maybe one day i will have a big greenhouse and i will be able to grow the banana varieties I want to try#I can see why some plant varieties arenât grown on a large scale. some of these bitches are SUPPOSED to be able to grow in zone four but#they refuse to work with me! blueberries make sense. the soil here is nowhere near acidic enough and they would need to be in a pot or#whatever. ya know? but some plants just wonât! or I get them and then the weather here which would NORMALLY work is different that season
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the thing (well, one thing anyway) about chronic pain is how you'll have a day or half a day or even just a few hours that'll get you so close to just fucking wanting to end it all right then and there because you're just so tired of being in pain and it feeling like it'll never end and never get better, and your brain feels like it's on fire and you can't remember the last time you felt even just okay, much less fine or good.
and logically you know it'll probably be alright again in time, but the effort it takes to just make it through that moment is so exhausting that it just leaves you drained.
and it's not like you want to die, you just want the pain and misery to stop, and sometimes it feels like it never will. like you're just stuck on that endlessly-looping train track through hell with no stops to get off, and nothing will help you feel even minutely better at all.
#anyway. it's been a day so far and I have not been coping well today#just more migraine madness with a mean dizziness kick to it as has happened more and more often lately#and I didn't know if I'd be able to keep my pain meds down or if I would even be able to make it to lying down in time#nor how long I could lie down for before my neck would make it all worse again#I'm better now obviously but it was touch and go and it's not been the first time I've pondered if it's at all worth it#the taking meds every day to make sure I don't end up spiralling out of control from some mood episode#the taking more meds to try and keep my migraine in check when it seems as though it's just been getting worse#and like the meds are less and less effective (when I know I have zero alternatives bc of the meds I'm already on)#and I just get so tired. and fed up with it all. and I want to be hopeful and optimistic#but what am I doing it all for you know? is all this agony worth the few good days and moments#and logically I know the answer is yes. there is a lot more good in all those days than I can recall right now#but it's so hard to remember when I can barely open my eyes. barely get up. barely walk without being in pain#so I guess I just needed to get that out. no need to worry I'm not stupid and I'm far too stubborn to give up#I just wish the world would stop and quiet down for a bit so I could have a break. an actual one for once#a day in the life of..#about this gal
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KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)
Chapter 48
THE FAMILY REUINIONđ„čđđđ«¶& MY SOULLL
But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.
A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.
Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."
Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.
They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.
Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.
Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowanâhad entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.
But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.
No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.
But at him. Standing. Walking.
The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.
Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."
"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.
Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"
"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.
The two women stared at each other.
Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.
"Thank you," Yrene whispered.
Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.
Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.
"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."
Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.
"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."
Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.
Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."
For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.
"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.
Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"
Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."
Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.
But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."
Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."
A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.
Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"
Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.
"They know everything," Nesryn said
"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.
Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."
The keys. Holy gods.
Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.
Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."
Aelin bowedâlow. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.
"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."
Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.
Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"
The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."
Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.
Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."
"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.
The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.
"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.
Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.
That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.
How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.
"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Badâ something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."
Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.
"Moonbeam."
"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.
Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"
Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.
Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.
Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.
Elide's name had been among them.
Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.
The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.
Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"
#NO SPOILERS PLEASE (though warning for the chapter in post & tags) this is my first read along with me & more reacts in tags etc#Chaorene Rowaelin Elorcan MOONBEAM this chapter has EVERYTHING so it needed its own post mark-if only it had Dorian than it would be PERFECT#A PROPER MAASVERSE REUINION-FULL CIRCLE-& me squealing in wivern happy in sappy likeđ„č crying giggling & kicking my feet in excitement#Aelin Sardothien&HER CADRE/Court; her calling them all that â MOONBEAM finally lol how has this not come up or Lorcan tease or Rowan cheerin#she really nails these scenes-break my heart make my day-like QoS but ow&healingX100-my bbs are happy-TAB REFS-THE DYNAMICS-the wives meet!#Ivory horsehair for times of peace; the Ebony for times of war. â significance in tiny details-It was holy-the gold couch lol-SHES PREGGERS#To sit down even for a few minutes would be a blessed relief. â the difference from TOD - lol only Hasar could get interior design rn#to be the first piece of furniture in the home he'd build for his wife. For the child she carried.âshewastheoneheleastexpectedtoseeomg#holding hands even in blood-the ruler but wished to know-close to disaster-flood?thatâs bad for fire/maybe she can steam-HOLY GODS INDEED#a moment later Chaol was glad he was sitting-as Aelin Galathynius Rowan Whitethorn and several others entered. Mud splattered. Too long hair#And her eyes ... Not the soft yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.-the young queens gaze again-but a queen nonetheless-HE STOOD#Not at his being here as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin But him Standing Walking-my soul needed this back-the core tale trio#The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy-broken but still joy-and flung her arms around his neck-the fact she wanted to hug himâ#the ache & healing they both felt-but Chaol held her right back every question fading from his tongue.-Fire lance?-sheâs shaking again#The way she gives him belief-then there she is-she remembered-her core-no one does anything alone-to say Iâm happy for you & mean it vibes#hand over the locket-Yrene Towers the queen breathed as his wife stepped 2 his side The women stared at eachother-YRENE WESTFALL-notCelaena#I knew youd do it-goes both ways-Thank you-those words in this book-it was all that really needed to be said-smiling through tears#Aelin closed her eyes smiling through her own tears and when she opened them she took Yrene's shaking hands-choked joyous laughs-MY SOUL#Rowan stepped up to her side-Aelin said Lady Westfall my husband Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius-the my wife we deserved#emerald mud-splattered but bright-she sure got those emeralds dropping hints literally in EoS-pine green-Nesryn Aelin friendship core#My mate Aelin added fluttering her lashes Rowan rolled his eyes yet couldn't entirely contain his smile-next quote why I luv books/TOG#May I keep this?She eyed the locket.Or does it go in there?Its yours as it always was.A piece of ur bravery that helped me find my own#It gave me courage the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled every long hour I studied and worked it gave me courage. I thank you#A spark lit Aelins eyes&both women met halfway in a tight embrace I want to hear the entire story Aelin said Every word of it#They know everything-Ok WELL MANON lol-The keys Holy gods-the story would come then too-true queen-she bowed for them#the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen-THEY BOWED BACK-the portrait of courtly grace lol-the letter worked well#Aelin smirked as if the2of them spoke a language no one else could understand 2equally arrogant&proud women-hell yes I needed them#My friends-uncleLOL-my pride-AelinswinkLorcylol-how had this come about?-guttered-Rowan put a hand on her lower back Bad#gestureHasarđ-only civilized Lady Elides name had been crossed out-the1sthat escaped-CunningClear-she could see beneath to the soul#I am sworn2uWould I lie-cursedAs if he'd heard of LorcanGavrielFenrys-where to march once we beat the living shit out of this army-Vher
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ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH đđ GOD
attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:
i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning
the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy
attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:
i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?
the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second iâm like squealing đ the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment
attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:
holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .
oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why itâs only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay whatâs wrong with me
i have a little ways to go iâm almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become
attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:
oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls
osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby
AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS
v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS
miya atsumu x f!reader
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synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and youâll get them one way or anotherâeven if it meant arguing in the twinsâ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.
chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.
word count: 6.1k
notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! iâm surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.
Light. Everything felt lightâyour head, body, voice, heart.
It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person youâve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.
Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldnât trust your intoxicated self right nowâwhether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasnât there, and you felt extremely optimistic about thisâall thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.
Everything felt right.
As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own worldâeven the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.
Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.
With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.
âLetâs talk somewhere else.â
It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone elseâs prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.
Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.
âIâm okay now.â Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didnât help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.
Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?
For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.
âA-are yâsure?â A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.
Atsumuâs Adamâs apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too wellâit visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasnât sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.
What pulled you into this decision was something youâd never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe youâve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelingsâyou didnât know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?
âSo . . Does that mean we can be friends again?â
It was weird. Atsumuâs voice brimmed with a sense of hopeâas if heâs been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeksâbut the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.
Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumuâs expressionâhoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.
Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasnât sure what heâd do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.
The situation was a double-edged sword, really.
You let out a puff of breath, âYeah, of course. Weâre friends again.â Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.
Even if it meant selling yourself short.
Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumuâs wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didnât quite reach his eyes.
For a moment, you stood in each otherâs silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for oneâs move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.
How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.
Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, âYouâll find someone better.â
God, he mustâve really matured this new year because he didnât know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumuâor maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.
You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didnât. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, âsomeone betterâ, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasnât that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?
Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that âsomeone betterâ; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.
And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âBut I donât want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.â
Atsumuâs eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasnât stupid, Atsumu knew you shouldâve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but heâd be lying to himself if he said his heart didnât skip a beat or two.
I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.
It dawned on himâright then, and thereâthe severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?
That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.
Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didnât know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldnât bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though youâve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.
Despite Atsumuâs better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âIs . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?â
You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumuâs sudden confession. If you were sober, youâd have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mindâhow badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.
Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,
Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.
âWhat if I say I want to kiss you, too?âÂ
Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, heâd always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.
Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.
It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happenâone second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.
Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumuâs body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.
For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacyâthe foreignness of one anotherâs body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.
Bitterness from Atsumuâs rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didnât mind it at all.
Your hands cupped Atsumuâs jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.
The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionateâbreaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.
Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one elseâ
âOh!âHoly shit. Did I interrupt?â
A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each otherâs hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of youâlooking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heavingâhis expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.
Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.
Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bonesâshame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.
On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didnât have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Sunaâs mindâoh, he knows that look on his friendâs face very well.
Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumuâs back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunetteâs gaze.
âW-what the hell, Suna?! Donât jusâ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!â Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.
As if to make matters worse, Suna didnât back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,
âWell, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each otherâs faces in the kitchen?!â
Did he have to word it like that?
Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Sunaâs accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.
Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, âI . . think Iâm just going to go . . â This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.
The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.
So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.
Monday.Â
Everyoneâs enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the cafĂ©âs light ambience, it didnât do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.
Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Sunaâs narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. Heâd ask questions later.
On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of characterâAtsumu wasnât one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where heâd be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.
The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didnât know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.
He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu wouldâve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldnât care less about the situation.
Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Sunaâs wandering gaze, and Osamuâs not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didnât even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the partyâmaybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.
As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the cafĂ© at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that wouldâve been fine if the latter didnât make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.
The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.
You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay nowâhow Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.
God but it pissed you off. Swallowing oneâs pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesnât do the same. It shouldnât work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that youâve come to terms with moving on.
That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?
Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.
The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each otherâs path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasnât their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.
From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.
It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.
When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasnât just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.
He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldnât he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didnât know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twinâs apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.
With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.
Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.
âIf yer lookinâ for âSamu, he wonât be back until 8 PM.â Greeted with Atsumuâs shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldnât help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like youâd be here at their apartment looking for Osamuâyou knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.
Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he mustâve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.
âIâm here for you, Miya.â
Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.
The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, âIâm not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.â
There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heartâAtsumu didnât know what to expect.
âDid youâDid you regret that kiss . . ?â
Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, â. . N-no, whyâd ya ask?â
Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. âWhyâd you ask?â What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, thatâs something friends donât do! Why is he acting so casual about it?Â
âGod, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,â Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didnât regret the kiss but heâs acting like youâre strangersâfucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!
Your mind was a complete mess.
Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, âThen why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?âIâm sorry but Iâm the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.â Atsumu hated that look on your faceâthe desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that heâd be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.
Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, âIâm just . . trying to be careful, okay?â His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.
Did he say something wrong?
âCareful about what, Atsumu?! Youâugh! Itâs so hard to talk to you when youâre giving me all these stupidly vague answers! Iâve already told you I was fine. I donât care anymore that you donât like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.â
Now, it was Atsumuâs turn to be upset. He couldnât bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and thatâs why heâs been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldnât tell you the reasonâwhy couldnât you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasnât an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.
âWellâmaybe things arenât meant ta back ta normal!â
What?
You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of HyĆgoâs late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.
âDo you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?â âGod, noâI could never feel that way.â
It took all of Atsumuâs patience not to wrap his arms around youâhe wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldnât bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.
âThen tell me whatâs wrong, âTsumu!â
âItâs hard fâme as well, yâknow?!â âWhat is?â
Atsumu closed his eyes, the words heâs been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincibleâas if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.
Fuck it.
âFuckâItâs because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectinâ ya was so goddamn hard fâme because Iâm still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movinâ on, and âm still stuck here.â
What?
Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.
âThen whyâIf you feel the same way then why did you reject me?â
When you knocked on the door to the twinsâ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechlessâyou didnât know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.
âBack then during the trip, ya told me ya werenât ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected nâ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .â
Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.
Oh.
Oh.
The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you werenât so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.
Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughableânow, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.
You let out a humourless laugh, âYouâre so stupid, you know that?â Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didnât hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.
For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each otherâs hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere.Â
âWould I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?â
Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kissâthis time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each otherâs unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.
Your hands rested on Atsumuâs golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.
ââT-TsumuâAh!â You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasnât going to settle for mere kisses on your skinâhe needed to hear more.
Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. âI think we should take this ta my room.â He panted.
Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.
Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumuâs touch was enough to ignite you.
âSo beautiful . .â He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.
Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumuâs physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.
You decorated each otherâs skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of youâyour taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.
Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.
And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didnât fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.
As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint âI love youâ before passing out from exhaustion.
ââTsumu, what did ya want forâOh my god! What the fuck?!âÂ
A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. ââTsumu, what the hell?! Ya shouldâve warned me before I went into yer room!â Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.
Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, âShut yer trap! Ya shouldâve knocked!â At his twinâs silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.
You let out a soft chuckle, âWe really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.â Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.
Oh, you could get used to this.
Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled aroundâthe end of the academic year.
Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.
âThere he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!â Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.
The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike.Â
As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an âI love youâ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a catâs action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.
âAre you two lovebirds done, now?â Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.
Met with amused expressions plastered on your friendsâ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. âAnyway, we were talkinâ about how we should celebrate Kitaâs graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makinâ it through another academic year.â Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.
âHow about a spring trip to Kyoto?â â
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#.recs#s.haikyuu#this is going to be a LONG set of tags bc i know ima have sm to say. i did reread the last ch to put myself in tears again to fit the mood#vision tunneling when atsumu is there is so cute btw ): everything becoming background noise when heâs there ? also u write so pretty.#âit took all the effort for atsumu to ignore the feeling of ur bare skin against hisâ THAT ENTIRE SENTENCE FUUCK pretty ))):#âso .. does that mean we can be friends again?â no. date me . DATe. MEEEEEE. PLEASEEEEE#âa searing itch that left your skin feverishâ yes i remember being in tears last chapter i remember it so vividly . my heart was shattered#ok the small smile after we move our fingers from his actually made me physically react idk why i pictured that 1 so clearly in my head but#âi want you.â âdid you cry thinking about him?â YEAH. YEAH I WAS CRYING IM TEARING UP RN JUST THINKING ABIUT CRYING PLS DATE ME PLS đđđđđPL#THE WAY I JJST GOT SHIVERS AG THE KISS. OH HOW IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT. IM ACTUALLY LIKE D: W A HORRENDOUS BLUSH RN OMG IM So WARM#god FUCKING DAMMIT SUNA FUUUUUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU#ok atsumu shielding us makes me feel some kinda way but also suna u asshole âhow was i supposed to know u two were sucking each otherâs fac#kita ? tomfoolery?? thatâs so silly that made me giggle hehe đ heâs such a mood btw i love him#ATSUMU. u want to sit the FURTHEST AWAY FROM ME ? what do u think i have cooties ???? i kissed YOU so that means u have cooties too u GOOF#the gloomy rainy day. tying that in to how we feel. god yue you know to make my head explode (compliment)#âif youâre looking for samuâ ???? did i hear you correctly ?? did i ??????? i donât think so. u are testing me mr atsumu#âmiya.â YEAH TELL HIM WHATS UP !!! (i am also ogling . sweats .. messy hair âŠ. geezâŠ.)#atsumu you. YOU. you didnât regret it !? so why r we not kissing rn . why am i calling you miya rn if u didnât regret it. U TEL#YOU TELL ME. omg he did tell me. oh my eyes r in fact widening oh i am in fact blushing oh this is really something omg omg omg :â)#LIGHT GROANS AND MOANS SLIPPING? This is .. THIS IS ⊠YUE ⊠IM SO !!!! IM#THE TEETH NIPPING AT THE NECKKK GOD I AM ACTUALKY FEVERISH IM ACTUALKY TURNING ON MY FAN RN WTFFFF WTF WTF WTFMSMS#MOANING HIS NAME AND TYHEN HIM CURSING HNDER HIS BREATH PLS I JJST GOT ANITHER SHIVER DOWN MY SPINE#OGLING HIS MUSCLED CHEST YES I AM WHHHWEWWWWWWWW GOD#a faint i love you before falling asleep pls this is so soft. also this scene killed me i am a mess now i have no words#OSAMU ? THe door Slamming SHUT LMAO? OMFGGG WE KEEO GETTING CAUGHT FR#replaced by fluttering heartbeats ): oh no more tears for me yay!!! i can finally experience happiness now#YAYY CONGRATS KITA. omfg the last sentence yue this was fr so perfect i love you so much how am i reading this for free#oh i am so in love with this series oh my god ?? every chapter was so beautifully written im just in awe#the pacing the everything was so perfect . it all felt#i literally love them all. i love every part of this sm i mean it :â( this was such an awesome read fuck what do i do now (i hit 30 tagsâčïž)
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Warnings: MDNI, sex, masturbation, medical masturbation, use of vibrators, clit play, piv sex, use of latex gloves, oral (fem receiving), some praise, kinda slow burn A/n: I am not normal about this man in any way. Not really proofread. Please do not use my banners without permission.
Youâre seated in Zayneâs office, trying not to squirm as he sets up your appointment. Although this was now the third time you were seeing him for this regular inspection, it didnât alleviate your nerves the slightest. Each month, according to the Hunterâs Association regulations, every hunter needed to be seen by their primary care physician for 3 consecutive days for their health.
And although the association deemed it a necessity, it was an embarrassing requirement according to you. The Hunterâs Association had done a survey and discovered that many of their employees suffered from high levels of stress because they were isolated and lacked much-needed human contact. To combat this, they made it mandatory to get physical contact by a medical professional every month.
But when all the fancy jargon was pushed aside, all the hunters called it the same thing - medical masturbation. It had become wildly popular amongst both men and women hunters, eagerly marking the days on their calendar for when they could come in. When you heard about the rule, you wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole. You had tried talking to Jenna to insist that you were indeed taking care of yourself in that aspect, thanks to your trusted vibrator, but she had shaken her head no.Â
âWe need documentation. Iâm subject to it, and so is everyone else in my order.â Defeated, youâd walked out of Jennaâs office before remembering another mortifying fact with a jolt. Your primary care physician was Zayne.Â
Your childhood friend, your trusted cardiologist, stoic and calm, who remained reserved during your general checkups, was going to be your medical masturbator. You had almost turned yourself into a ball on the floor, tweaked out at the insanity of it all. Although Zayne was your general physician, you had a separate gynecologist, and apart from asking if youâd had your annual PAP smear, Zayne had left that part of your anatomy unquestioned. It didnât help that you were attracted to him, and sure, if heâd asked you out on a date, you would have been more than happy to let him inspect you all he wanted down there.
But this clinical setting, enforced by your organization was a little too much to bear. Wondering how to tackle this situation, you wander over to Tara who was humming as she made her medical bookings on her phone app. âIsnât this exciting?â she squeals as she sees you. âGod knows the dating pool is thin right now. This is just what I needed!â
Taraâs primary care physician was a woman, and you wondered if that was a pro or a con. On the one hand, dropping your panties for a woman doctor seemed less unnerving than for a man. But if you had a preference for men, would it work against your arousal? You shook your head at your ridiculous musings and focused on talking to Tara. âAre you really that excited about this?â
âYou have no idea!â Tara taps her feet as she talks to you.Â
âAnd youâre ok about having a woman stimulate you?â You probe, trying to gauge Taraâs reaction. Tara giggles and lightly pats your shoulder.Â
âI donât know but the idea is kind of hot. I mean, getting it on in a doctorâs office? Besides if I donât like it, I can change the doctor the next time.â
Her words hit you like a ton of bricks. âYou can change your doctor?â
âFor this yes, the app gives you an option since it involves showing off a lot of intimate areas. You have to be able to trust your doctor right?â
You logged into the app, finding the little button to request a change in doctors, but for some reason, the page kept refreshing and crashing. With a sigh, you decide to get the worst of it over with and call Zayne, hoping he can make the change for you on his end. His voice is cool and professional when he answers your call.
âYes?â
âSo, you must have heard aboutâŠthe new regulation?â you had put forth nervously.
âI am aware of it, yes.âÂ
âWell, for obvious reasons, I would like a different doctor.âÂ
Zayne smoothly says, âOf course. Patient comfort is always first. Do you have a doctor in mind?â
âMaybe my gynecologist? I tried doing it in the app but it keeps crashing.â Thereâs a moment of silence and you can hear Zayneâs fingers tapping away at his keyboard before a low hum leaves his end of the line.
âThere appears to be a problem.â
âProblem?â youâd parrotted back.
âYes. Because so many people are booking appointments at the same time, most of the available doctors are already taken. Including your gynecologist.âÂ
It felt like watching a bird crashing into a window in slow motion, that brief moment of hope that it wouldnât hit the glass shattering in an instant. âOh.â
Thereâs a pause before Zayne delicately says, âIâm sorry but it looks like you will have to make those appointments with me for this month. 3 of them according to the regulation. Hopefully, you can make the change for next month.â His voice sounded slightly apologetic.
âWonât it be weird given that we know each other personally?â The question had fallen from your lips before you could stop yourself.Â
âI promise not to treat you any differently than any of my other patients who are coming in for this inspection. I understand this may be a little unexpected, but I assure you I did a term of gynecology during my internship.â
A tinge of mirth carried over in his voice and you canât help but make a noise of embarrassment. âZayne, please!â His laugh was dry but not unkind, and you canât help but want to hide your face even though he couldnât see you.Â
âDonât worry too much. But I do advise you to make the appointments soon. My schedule is filling up rapidly.â
With those words, heâd disconnected the call and you were left wondering if an unknown god from another planet had cursed your existence.Â
And changing doctors had proven to be more difficult than youâd thought. The entire organization seemed to be having a single thought. They had made appointments in the app almost halfway into the year, essentially blocking you from being able to do anything about your situation. Now on your third month with Zayne, you watch as he checks his notes from your last session, feeling like you want to scamper from the room.
The last two sessions had been incredibly stimulating, your arousal heightened by the fact you were attracted to Zayne. Youâd never considered having someone watch as you touched yourself but found that youâd enjoyed it, at least, when it was him. He had remained professional, but youâd avoided him these last two months, save for when you had to get your monthly cardiac profile. He reads his notes from his computer as he prepares for your session.Â
âPreferred device for stimulation still a vibrator, with a large, rounded, flexible head?â His eyes remain on his screen and youâre grateful for him giving you this smidgen of privacy.Â
âYes.â
âPreference for the doggystyle position still?âÂ
Your face burns. âYes.â
âStill consenting for verbal stimulation?â
You nod your head.
âAnd still consenting for internal vaginal stimulation?â You make a noise of consent, squeezing your thighs together, your panties uncomfortably chafing against your already swollen pussy.Â
âAll right, I have everything I need.â He logs off and removes his lab coat, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his well-corded arms, and your mouth almost waters at the sight of them. Clearing your throat, you shyly reach into your bag and pull out the vibrator in question, which he takes from you and clamps into a stand, adjusting it over the examination table youâd be on. A bottle of lube awaits on the tray next to the table and you swallow as he finishes the setup.Â
âWhenever youâre ready,â he says in that deep voice, and feeling like your fingers are wrapped in thick woolen mittens, you reach behind you to untie the hospital gown youâre wearing, and it falls to the floor with a swoosh, your nipples pebbling under the sudden chill. A small set of sensors were taped to your chest and on the sides of your forehead, essential medical devices to ensure your orgasm was satisfactory. Unperturbed, Zayne gestures to the table and you make your way onto it, letting your feet settle in the stirrups as he settles on a stool between your legs, pulling on latex gloves before gently spreading your folds apart. You stare up at the ceiling as he does his initial checkup.
âLabia look healthy, no signs of trauma or abnormal discharge,â he murmurs, then runs a finger down the edge of the fold that separates your inner and outer lips, causing your core to clench involuntarily. You hold still, knowing very well he saw the action, holding your breath, letting out a little sigh as he lets go.Â
âNormal reaction to stimuli, already semi-aroused,â he says, trashing the gloves and making another note on his computer. He glances over at you, leaning back uncertainly on the table. âYou may begin.â
You swallow, then carefully turn onto your hands and knees, crawling towards the head of the table, grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing the viscous liquid onto the head of the vibrator, avoiding eye contact as your breasts sway under the motion, nipples painfully hard from anticipation. You could feel Zayneâs gaze but canât bring yourself to look up. Even though this was the third time, it hadnât gotten easier, stripping naked and pleasuring yourself in his office.Â
Once the rounded head of the vibrator is slick, you turn, the chill of the lube against your heated membranes causing more blood to flow into your already engorged nub, and run your moist slit across the surface to spread the liquid onto your slickened folds. Your hand fumbles for the little remote control and with a buzz, the vibrator turns on at the lowest setting. You click the button a few more times until it gets to the speed you liked, then fail to hold back a moan as the sensations pleasurably begin to take hold in your clit.Â
The first time you had done this, nervousness had made you set the vibrator on the highest possible setting hoping to get a quick orgasm and sprint out of the office. Unfortunately, the sensors relayed this information into Zayneâs medical record that your climax had been unsatisfactory, and you had endured being lectured by him with the medical gown loosely draped on your body, your rear open to the cold office air.Â
His tone wasnât unkind but it hadnât helped you feel better either. âIt helps neither of us if you rush this. The whole purpose of this examination is to ensure youâre relaxing. I know itâs embarrassing but if you fail to have a proper orgasm, Iâll have to make you repeat the process until I get data that says otherwise.â
âThe sensors are-â
âThe only way to measure anything. Without involving another person anyway.â
His words had left you gobsmacked and your retort had died in your mouth. After that incident, you had learned. Even with the chagrin of having him watch you, you had learned to take your time and let the feelings build, leading to incredibly savory climaxes that made your body squirm from the aftershocks.Â
Your hips sway, setting up a rhythm to brush your sensitive slit onto the head, letting it vibrate from cunt to clit, the lube aiding the frictionless sliding and making your core drip. Quiet noises of pleasure leave your throat as help yourself, arching your back and changing the curvature of your ass to maximize the sensations, then when the perfect pattern emerges, you let out a keening sigh, and try to remain still, letting the vibrator work its magic.Â
Zayne, who has been quietly observing the computer this entire time, observing the spikes relayed from the sensors, asks, âHave you found your optimal pleasure form?â
âYes,â you gasp, the timbre of his voice sending an arrow of lust into the deepest parts of your clenching core. You knew what was about to come next. The sound of Zayneâs desk chair moving, followed by the snap of latex gloves as he pulled a fresh pair onto those beautiful hands. He approaches the examination table and takes the bottle of lube you had set aside earlier, a wet squelching noise issuing from it as he squeezes it over his gloved hand, gathering the fluid on his index and middle fingers. He leans over to whisper in your ears; the verbal stimulation has begun.
The humiliating reveal that you had a heavy praise kink had come up during your initial session and despite your insistence that it wasnât necessary, Zayne, the ever-diligent worker, had made a note in your profile, and heâd been fulfilling it each time. A tickle of hot breath near your ear, before he murmurs, âAre you enjoying yourself?â
The hum of the vibrator in the background coupled with his voice makes your breath catch in your throat. You nod, knowing you didnât have it in you to form coherent words.Â
âThatâs a good patient. Good patients listen to their doctors you know. And youâre doing a wonderful job.â
Your hips snap back to push your clit against the rubber pad, letting out a whimper of pleasure, the action pushing your ass up higher, revealing your pathetically drooling cunt, fluttering with the dissatisfaction of being unfilled.Â
âAre you ready?â He waits for your consent and you manage a husky, âmm hmâ.
âGood girl. Take a breath.â
You inhale, trying to relax, then let out an uninhibited moan as Dr. Zayne inserts his middle finger into your needy cunt, the ring of muscles offering no resistance to the probing digit. He gently thrusts a few times, before curling the tip of his finger up into the delicate patch of nerves on your upper wall, the smooth come hither motion awakening a new level of pleasure in your body. Your fingers tighten on the edges of the table, sobbing, trying not to scream at the feelings that threatened to explode from you. He keeps up the gentle assault before asking, âAre you ready for another one?â
âYesâŠâ your voice comes out shakily, knowing you desired more than just his fingers, but that you would never get to experience it.Â
âPerfect. So well behaved, taking exactly what I give you.â Zayneâs sensual voice floods your ear before his index pushes into you, the thickness of both his fingers sending you into overdrive. Your walls clench welcomingly around him, inciting an exciting pull of liquid heat in your abdomen, the muscles tensing in anticipation for the exquisite release you knew was about to occur.Â
Feeling your inhibitions abandon you as you are stroked closer to orgasm your self-control slips and his name falls from your lips as he pushes over the edge.
âZayneâŠâ some partially functioning confine in the back of your brain registers what you had just involuntarily purred, but the spasms rocking your core, those gratifying waves of delight flooding your body made it easier to ignore it as your being is reduced to a pliant mess of pleasure. His fingers ease up as the fluttering in your pussy calms down, your clit pulsating weakly as the final vestiges of pleasure are wrung from your body.Â
With a wet noise, his fingers leave your moist hole, the glove coated with your juices and the lubricant. Awareness finally comes crashing around you as you realize what you had uttered in the throes of passion.Â
âIâŠI didnâtâŠI wasnât in controlâŠâ You try to find a way to explain, to let him know you had very little choice in the matter of sobbing his name as you orgasmed, but everything feels flat, almost on the fine line between explaining and insulting.Â
âThereâs no need.â Almost as if heâs read your mind, Zayne matter-of-factly redirects the conversation. âItâs not uncommon to blurt out things during climax. Some people swear, and others call out names. It was a very normal reaction considering I was the one in the room with you.â
He throws the gloves in the trash and goes to check the computer, to ensure the sensors had given him the information he needed before starting the second round of the appointment.
âOh.â You say quietly as he sits at his desk, feeling dejected. Although relieved he wasnât making a big deal out of it, you canât help but feel disappointed with his reaction. Shouldnât a man be flattered when a woman cried out his name when she came? Maybe he really was treating you strictly as a patient. And here you were, pussy exposed and spread after being probed by his dextrous fingers, mooning over him like a high school girl. Perhaps the limit of your relationship with him was in fact, doctor and patient, the childhood friends aspect fading.Â
So there was no romance here at all. You had a crush on him, and he was doing his job. Reality sucks. You sniff and suddenly feel cheap, and get out of the doggystyle position and try to find the hospital gown to preserve some of your modesty. Zayne glances over at your sudden movements.
âAre you cold? I can get you a blanket.â
âIâm fine.â You try to sound normal.Â
âYour records show that you usually rest about 10 minutes before you are ready for the next round. Do you feel like that will be the case this time too?â
You find the gown and drag it up to your chin, covering your body as you lay back on the table. âYeah. Actually a little sooner today maybe. I have somewhere to be.â
âYou canât rush these things. Your body will cum when it wants to. A forced orgasm doesnât promote anything beneficial.â
âWell can we find a way for this to happen quickly and in compliance with the sensors?â Youâre trying not to let your frustration show, the pleasantness of your orgasm fading. âI donât think I have the patience to do two more rounds.â
Zayne listens to you impassively, but those amber eyes flecked with green had an underlying intensity you couldnât place. âYou donât have the patience to do two more rounds?â He gets up and comes over to you. âYou want to just leave then?â He approaches the edge of the table and thereâs tension in his jaw. Perplexed, you look at him, his reaction unexpected.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry, I know I canât leave because of compliance and all that.â
âCompliance,â Zayne mutters under his breath before grasping your chin and forcing you to look at him, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âYouâre getting frustrated because you have to do this a few times every month while being supervised? Do you have any idea what I have to do before you come in for these sessions?â His voice is a growl and you clam up, shocked by this aggressive display of expression from him.
âEvery month I have to remain professional as you come in, pleasure yourself, and then leave. I have to endure seeing your beautiful body bare in front of me and control all my impulses to touch you, to not overstep my limitations as your doctor. I pleasure myself remembering the noises you make and ensure Iâm well spent before coming in to do your appointments. You sit there, acting like itâs hard for you, but do you have any idea what you do to me?â
One of his knees is on the table, and heâs looming over you making you feel like a tiny animal caught in his fury. âItâs torture, to watch you. Youâre not like the other patients I see. You never have been. Because with you, I always feel like Iâm on the verge of losing control. Do you know how difficult it is to not do things to you that arenât specified on your medical record? To have my fingers so intimately inside you, feel every little drop of pleasure clenching around my fingers, knowing at the end I canât have you to myself? To hear you call my name and know that you only see me as your doctor?âÂ
Your face is a bright shade of red but you canât look away from his face. His teeth are gritted, and when you dare to glance down, you see the noticeable bulge that has formed between his legs. He follows your glance and clicks his tongue, letting go of your chin.Â
âI know I crossed a boundary today. Itâs all right. You can go. Iâll reschedule you with another doctor. I know you didnât want me in the first place.â
Your mind is a blur as you quickly reach out to grab his hand, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. His admission was like a prayer answered, and you werenât going to meek about this. His breath hitches as he feels you pulling at his hand and gives you a look of uncertainty. Your lips part but the words you want to say refuse to come out.Â
âDamn it,â he whispers ferally before his mouth captures yours in a rough kiss. It was wild and demanding, a contrast to the reserved, patient man he usually was. Youâre swept up in the feeling of his mouth on yours, the taste of his tongue, and the softness of his lips. When you break apart, his hand cups your cheek, his eyes searching your face.
âThis isnât just because of the session right?â He asks keenly and you realize what heâs asking you. Heâd been aching for you before this whole stupid policy came into place. The same way youâd been longing for him.Â
âNo, itâs not. I had a crush on you back when you became my doctor to check on my heart condition.â A sigh of relief leaves him before he tenderly presses his forehead to yours, and youâre caught up in the sweetness of the moment.Â
âI just had to be sure.â
Boldly, you raise your head, delighted when he meets you, pulled back into his kiss, your tongues sliding over each other, your fingers tangling into his hair, scratching the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.Â
You gasp as he breaks the kiss to drag his tongue down the column of your throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the heated flesh, your blood humming in your veins as your eyes flutter closed. He pulls away the gown and pulls your perked nipple into his mouth, and you revel in the jolt of pleasure it brings you, each suckle felt in your clit which had already swollen up again in need. His fingers capture your other nipple, softly tweaking and pulling it and drawing little whines of desire from your throat.Â
Your hand finds the junction between his legs and cups the heavy bulge, drawing a groan from him, palming him through his slacks, feeling it grow and tent the fabric under your ministrations. A low guttural sound leaves him and he gets off the table, and you almost protest until you see him dragging the small wheeled stool from earlier towards the table. He settles down on it, looping his arms around the tops of your thighs and pulling you closer to the table's edge until your feet find the stirrups again.Â
âStay open for me darling,â he instructs, his eyes glittering and you shiver as you feel his breath against your swollen folds. You squeak as he pushes your folds apart with his nose, inhaling your scent, his eyes growing dark with lust. âYou smell delicious. I always wondered. Had to stop myself from sniffing my gloves after you climaxed. Not professional you know.âÂ
The musky tang of your pussy fills his senses, and his tongue darts out and dips into your slit, finding the swollen bud and licking it with just the right pressure that makes your toes curl and stars pop into your vision.Â
Your hand rests on his head, tugging his beautiful dark locks, his name falling from your lips without barriers. Your hips rock against him, moaning, then let a sob as his lips suction around your clit. His fingers, free from the gloves at last, probe your entrance, scissoring inside to prepare you for what was to come before they curl up into that gummy patch that he knew too well.Â
The sensations flood you, and the sheer knowledge of knowing you had Zayne touching you this way, unbound by the usual rules was sending you into a frenzy. Incoherent noises leave your mouth, crying out hotly as he teases the orgasm from you, your body shivering from the intensity.Â
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and takes in your appearance, so soft and satisfied on his table, a dreamy look in your eyes.
âAre you prepared for the after?â he asks, you nod, more than eager to experience him. A sly smile crosses his face before he reaches over into the little chest of drawers by the table and pulls out a condom.Â
âHospitals have free condoms. It would be impractical to not use one when itâs on hand.â He explains seeing your questioning look and stands to undo his pants. You watch curiously as his cock is finally freed, eyes widening as it faces you, so impressive and veiny, standing proudly with a slight curve in its length. His pubes were neatly trimmed at the base, ebony curls visible behind the shaft. As he starts to roll on the condom, you feel your whole body heating up in anticipation.Â
He leans down to kiss you before taking your feet and resting them on his shoulders, his cock at the perfect angle to enter you. As he sinks into your welcoming heat, you let out a sigh of longing, feeling the delicious stretch of muscle as he pushes up inside you, gasping as you feel his full length sheathe itself. As he bottoms out, his eyes close in bliss, hardly daring to believe that after all this time, he is finally getting to fulfill this private dream.Â
Each stroke has him brushing against your gspot and kissing your cervix as he paces himself, feeling the primal urge to take you roughly and selfishly calling at his self-control. A growl leaves his throat as you whimper, straining towards him as the both of you struggle to keep a grip on reality. He feels the seductive way your walls clench around him, hears the soft noises you make, sees your face contort in pleasure with every roll of his hips.Â
âOh you feel so good,â he pants hotly, glasses askew, almost at the tip of his nose as he thrusts. âClenching me so needily. Gonna milk me dry.â
Your response is a shuddering whimper, your back arching greedily to feel all of him, creating the perfect curvature to brush your clit against the base of his erection with each push of his hips. He feels the little bud on his heated skin, your combined fluids dripping onto his shaft, slickening the bundle of nerves with each stroke.Â
âBe a good girl and cum on my cock the way you do on my fingers.â Zayneâs voice is husky as he tries to hold on, damned if he came before you. âI know you want to. I can feel the way your walls are spasming. They always do this pattern before you orgasm.â
The fact that he had memorized this knowledge of you was too much and you let go, your voice filling the room as you climax. Zayneâs hips stutter as he feels you around his length, pussy fluttering so him. His pace quickens, the sound of slapping skin becoming more and more urgent, his balls hitting your ass each time as he chases his orgasm.Â
A shiver passes through his body as it happens and he buries himself in your warmth. You hum in satisfaction as you feel his cock twitch and pulse inside you as he spills his load. He pants, sweat on his forehead as he bends down to kiss you again, carefully lowering your legs which burn from the stretch as they settle on the stirrups.Â
Threading your fingers through his hair, you brush your noses together, smiling shyly at him as he smirks, his eyes closing as he catches his breath.
âCan I see you outside of my office sometime?â he asks and you laugh at the invitation.Â
âAre you asking me out on a date after having sex just once?â you tease as he grips the base of the condom and slides out, your pussy feeling the loss keenly.Â
âI have been wanting to for a while. I was just wondering if I was misreading the signals. But I think I have a solid answer now.â He helps you sit up and cradles your body against his, idly stroking your skin, before gently removing the sensors off your body.Â
âLetâs get dressed,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead after a moment of cozy silence, and the both of you hunt down your clothes. As he fixes his tie, Zayne passes by his computer and lets out an amused huff.Â
âSomething funny?â you ask as you button your blouse.
âThe sensors definitely gave enough information to make anyoneâs head spin.â You walk over and snort as you see the window, full of sharp spikes.Â
âWell, at least I am guaranteed you had a good time.â Zayneâs eyes sparkle mischievously as he pulls you in for another kiss.Â
âIâm not changing my doctor,â you reassure him as you pull away. Thereâs amusement in his gaze when he replies.Â
âOh, definitely not. I think if the Hunterâs Association ever sees this record, theyâll heavily advise you to remain with the same healthcare professional.âÂ
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picky eater rant lol
#dear reader:#I'm getting it fucking twisted.#I swear to FUCKING SHIT#how hard is it to listen to people when they fucking talk to you#I said VEGETABLE fried rice you mentally deficient troglodyte#I understand that every human being is the champion god-king protagonist of their own story;#and things can go unobserved when details do not stroke the ego#but you would think after literal YEARS of ordering the one of TWO dishes from this restaurant#BOTH WITH 'VEGETABLE' AS THE PREFIX TO THE DAMN MENU OPTION#SOMEONE WOULD FUCKING REMEMBER#My day overall has been quite enjoyable up until this moment#However whenever I think of a 'relaxing evening' eating anticipated chinese food#I do not envision fishing for CHICKEN CHUNKS IN MY GODDAMN RICE#IT COMPLETELY ALTERS THE FLAVOR IN A SUBTLE WAY#âSubtle? If it's subtle what does it matterâ Listen here motherfucker.#Do you think I want to roll the fucking roulette wheel with every forkful of fried rice#"Will I get a delicious hunk of rice#or am I going to bite down into a boulder of FUCKING CHICKEN#This is making a mountain out of a molehill here people#But sometimes the little things hit you in a way that taps into a veritable Wellspring of stored resentment#now I have to get another bowl dirty cause I don't want to eat the chicken#And YES#Foodwaste is terrible#food-waste contributes to the planetary decay our society has inflected upon the earth#It's a shame they wasted all this chicken by putting it INTO MY FUCKING FOOD#GODDAMMIT#at least the beef stick was cooked right#Fuckinell man.#I just wanted some snap peas and celery and the occasional carrot#rant over
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I feel like a character in a Herman Melville short story. Except that he never writes women so thatâs not even accurate
#feel free to correct me if iâm fucking wrong. considering that iâve only read bartleby the scrivener; a quarter of moby dick;#and like 2 other stories and i donât remember any women#i am feeling like. the main dude in bartleby who is dealing with bartleby. and i am also feeling like bartleby himself#iâm trying to cancel this fucking wine club subscription and the company arenât responding to any of my emails but they keep calling me#and i canât answer the phone because i canât get a signal because theyâre doing work on the o2 mast#i just see the missed calls in my log and iâm like. it didnât even ring. how do you Know#iâm emailing them like âi canât answer the phone; just answer my emails if you want to talk. youâre clearly reading them or you wouldnât be#calling meâ and every day like clockwork they call me around 2pm. itâs starting to make me insane#yes i could call them from a landline but itâs the principle of the fucking thing. just CANCEL IT online. i have sent no fewer than four#emails. they havenât responded to a single one#i told my credit card company not to let them take money from me because it would be fraudulent because i did not consent to this#subscription and they were like âright-o chiefâ and i was like âis there anything i can do if they send me a product and try to charge me#for it? i donât want anything from them AND i donât want to be liable for paymentâ and they were like âwe can send you a new card if that#happensâ cool thanks. i guess my problems are not their problems so it makes sense#and my dog is legitimately going senile. sheâs just pacing and looking at me#and i donât know how to do my homework and iâm pretty close to a breakdown because everyoneâs acting like itâs super easy to get eleventy#working but itâs literally not and itâs fucking me up because if i canât do this assignment then i canât do like 3 other assignments either#and iâm already behind and iâm going to be even more behind by the time my midterm takes place in two weeks#and i feel like bartleby because I WOULD PREFER NOT TO#i feel like iâm losing my mind. my sister just died and i donât know how or why and we didnât talk but itâs still fucked up#and her funeral is tomorrow and iâm not going and i donât think thatâs right? but i canât#i legitimately feel like iâm having a breakdown and i donât have TIME to have a breakdown#and i have no food in the house and i need to help my friend write a victim statement again because sheâs reporting him for something ELSE#he did. and we love to see it but gooooood fucking lord#and i am cold. and mabel is staring at me#and iâm pretty sure iâm going to get my period in 3 days or less#october you really know how to break a woman down to her bare essentials#personal
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BRACE YOURSELF MITCH
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When was the last time you stood up? Your legs were beginning to grow numb, knees sore and tingly against the ground as you hunched before the synthetic glow of a laptop screen. A long emptied energy drink can sat dormant on your lap, forgotten in the swarm of schemes that bounced around the walls excitedly in Sunaâs bedroom.Â
Suna was beside you, feverishly penning down what was happening. It was a neatly lined table: the first column was for names, the second for dates, and the third for offenses.Â
The name of your ex-boyfriend. October 31st. Cheated on you with your friend.
The name of your friend. October 31st. Hooked up with your ex-boyfriend.
The name of Sunaâs old roommate. June 17th. Took the cash out of his wallet and ran.
The name of a girl you hardly knew. February 5th. Keyed Sunaâs new rustbucket for parking in âher spot.â
âThink thatâs enough to start off?â He peered up at you groggily, flexing out his spent fingers with a wince. You nodded, eyes trailing the list of thirty or so names, âMore than enough.â Of the names were people who had wronged you, who had wronged your friends, who had wronged friends of friends and their friends, too. It was practically untraceable.Â
Suna sniffed, thinking, then scooted next to you to examine his laptop screen, âSmart.âÂ
You felt yourself flush at the subtle praise, chalking it up to the unreasonable amount of caffeine in your system, then glanced back at your work. âWell,â you murmured sheepishly, âAt sight was taken.âÂ
Rintaro rolled his eyes, a lethargic shrug following, âDumb name, anyways, sounds too romantic.â You snickered, âWhat? I thought it was a good play on words. Like love at first sight, just, notâŠlove.â You both chuckled dryly at this, slightly delusional with exhaust. It was hard to make time for this, it was even harder to plan this, and the execution was no easy feat, either.Â
âI like this name you picked better. Sounds kinda confrontational, yaâknow?âÂ
You licked your lips, then snapped impatiently, a queue for him to hand you the extensive list in handwriting only you seemed to be able to read at that point.
âChicken scratch.â You muttered, earning a groan from him as his watchful eyes ensured you typed every word to a tee.Â
Suna was your best friend. Suna was the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The apple of your eye. The only person you think, no, you know would ever want to take things this far.
It was a little past four in the morning by the time you finished, sighing in satisfaction as he rubbed your back, âNice.â
You turned to face him, the tips of your noses inches apart; how many times had you been this close on his floor? Too many to count, surely, but why did it feel so different lately? Especially in that moment as you both dove headfirst into your favorite secret you ever will keep. The secret youâd keep in the years to come.Â
âIs this a bad idea?â You mumbled abashedly, balling your sweaty palm. Sunaâs expression lightened and he shrugged once more for the umpteenth time, âMaybe, butâŠâ he clicked his tongue in thought, âweâve wanted this for a while.â
Itâs decided. You nod. This is a very good bad idea, indeed.Â
Turning back to the computer, you mashed around on the keyboard, deft fingers pressing at the clacking mouse on the floor, âOkay,â you sighed. âItâs live.â
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â± "THEY DID IT!!! THEY SAID THE THING!!!!" ass moment
â± formal apology to anyone i may have unintentionally (it was slightly intentional) led to believe that they murdered someone, or, that one person who thought they were vampires (I liked that theory the best)
â± y/n and suna are no strangers to controversy
â± spiteful bitches who match each other's toxic freak
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One is a convicted criminal that wants to:
Institute a dictatorship âon day one onlyâ (with majority support from his party!)
Give a greenlight to Project 2025
Use a weakened Schedule F to install THOUSANDS of cronies
Institute military tribunals for his political enemies (and allies!)
Gun down âenemies from withinâ
Support Russia in wiping Ukraine off the map
Use the combo of the removal of the Chevron deference/the Supreme Court allowing people to openly bribe them/Schedule F to extend the far-rightâs reach into every government agency and deregulate everything to the benefit of his rich capitalist buddies
Has gotten total immunity for âofficial actsâ (what counts as âofficialâ? Whatever his Schedule F appointed judges choose of course.)
Already took away so many freedoms from racial minorities/queer people/women/anyone-that-isnât-a-rich-white-man that it would take ages to list them all in this post
and so so so so SO MUCH MORE.
The other is a typical neoliberal politician.
Remember also, youâre not just choosing a president, youâre choosing their cabinet, potential Supreme Court justices, federal employees as well. With the above listed ALONE, Trump would do so much more damage than just what he can do himself. Thatâs not including everything else his Federalist Society Supreme Court would and have given him on a silver platter. Supreme Court Justices are for LIFE, and weâve already seen the potentially irreparable damage this far-right activist court has done to the fabric of democracy.
Project 2025 really deserves a part to itself just to list some of what it includes: complete abortion/contraceptive ban (no exceptions), destroying workerâs unions and protections, remove Social Security/Medicare/Affordable Care Act, end civil rights protections in government, ban teaching the history of slavery, remove climate protections while gutting the EPA, end equal marriage and enforce the âtraditional family idealâ, use the military to gun down protests, mass deportation of legal immigrants (especially Muslims), ending birthright citizenship, pack the lower courts, and plenty more. The far-right wasnât able to take full advantage of Trumpâs presidency the first time since it was so unexpected. Theyâre preparing so that they wonât make the same mistake again. THERE ARE OVER 900 PAGES OF POLICIES AND PLANS THAT THEY ABSOLUTELY WILL IMPLEMENT IF THEY WIN. READ IT. Anyone that says they wonât is either a liar or already drank the Kool-Aid. Isnât it interesting that every politician that supports it, including his vice president, wants Trump to win?
Not to mention, if you care about Palestine (like I do, a lot), Trump would be MUCH WORSE for Palestine than the other candidate, supporting Bibi going âfrom the river to the seaâ and already cut off millions in aid to Palestine in 2018 (which Dems reversed!). If you support a free Palestine and donât vote blue, you have categorically hurt them more than if you did. Even Palestinians themselves want the Democrat candidate over Trump. There is no quick and bloodless peace deal that both Palestine and Israel would ever agree to. The road to an end of the Palestine-Israel conflict is going to be long and difficult, probably decades of dedicated de-radicalization in both states, and will involve far more than one personâs decisions in the end. Unless Trump takes power, and avoids all that by sending enough bombs to turn the Gaza Strip into dust.
There are a few reasons you would choose to vote third party in a FPTP system (support ranked choice voting btw) or not vote âin protestâ while ignoring all the state and local elections that affect your area more than the president. Either youâre privileged enough to not be affected by what Trump would bring, youâre ignorant of the consequences, or you care more about doing nothing perfectly rather than doing something, anything that isnât 100% ideologically âpureâ to fight against the far-right fascist movement.
Am I a democratic socialist? Yes. Am I a realist? Also yes. In every single down-ballot race, and through my activism, I will fight for the rights of the oppressed and working-class. But the Presidency isnât fucking winnable right now, and probably wonât be for decades. Pro-corporatist/anti-worker sentiment is baked into the fucking bones of this country and its people. A majority of eligible voters wouldnât vote for Bernie, and heâs barely center-left. Voting for anything other than one of the two big parties is a useless feel-good gesture at the moment. Or youâre a dumbass accelerationist, and if you are, honestly go fuck yourself.
Letâs say you want a socialist revolution, full-tilt government takeover. I want that too, in my wildest dreams! Weâre on the same page there. So how are you going to do it. How? HOW? What pro-worker activist groups are you working with? Are you encouraging your workplace to form a union? Volunteering for/donating to your local farmersâ co-op? Canvassing for pro-worker legislation? Hell, even something as small as distributing free copies of high-school/college textbooks, so that those of poorer means have a better chance at affording advanced education? Are you doing anything to help? Any praxis at all, rather than typing wishful thoughts of revolution alongside insults to people who arenât as âcorrectâ as you on the internet?
Every voter that still supports Trump is energized by every cruelty he enacts, while millions of Democrats and third-partyists care more about purity tests and manifesting socialist revolution tulpas than avoiding a fascist dictatorship.
Have a brain, touch grass, and vote blue all the way down that fucking ballot.
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If You Cared to Ask
Azriel hasn't been listening. You got hurt. Sometimes, an argument can't be boiled down to just one instance.
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âYou never listen! I have tried over and over to get you to understand but itâs like you donât even care.â
Azrielâs brow twitched in irritation, the only tell on his otherwise passive face. âThat is not true. We have sat down and discussed this at length, y/n. I listen.âÂ
You laughed, an incredulous pressure weighing down your shoulders. âOkay, fine. You listen, but you never hear me, Azriel! I feel like Iâm talking to a brick wall most of the time.âÂ
âI can reiterate every word youâve ever said to me. I hear you and I listen to you.âÂ
Anger twisted through your gut at his nonchalance. You clenched and unclenched your fists and tried to ignore the heat slowly encroaching upon your ability to remain composed. Although, compared to Azriel, you were not even close to the picture of calm.Â
âTell me why it bothers me then,â you seethed through clenched teeth. âReiterate it for me, Shadowsinger.âÂ
Azrielâs jaw shifted as he clasped his hands together in his lap, the faelight in the kitchen clashing harshly with the planes of his face. He leaned back in his chair and let out a tortured sigh that almost sent you reeling.Â
âYou seem to believe,â Azriel began, his voice a low drawl. âThat I am blatantly avoiding youâthat I am choosing to serve my high lord in place of spending time with you. Both of which, I am not doing. I simply have a duty to this court, y/n. You know that.âÂ
âOh, fuck you, Azriel,â you rolled your eyes. âMaking this about duty and honor. Making me seem like Iâm the crazy one for being angry when you promised meââÂ
âYou know there is little I can do about promises,â Azriel snapped, a hint of anger finally showing through in the darkness of his eyes. âYou knew when we were mated that I have responsibilities that go beyond our relationship.âÂ
You pushed back from your seat at the table and set to pacing in the kitchen, fighting the urge to tug at the roots of your hair. âYes, obviously, Azriel, but this was so important to me. I needed you there and this isnât the first time Iâve been abandoned without even a word.âÂ
âAbandoned,â Azriel scoffed. âI would hardly call not showing up to your clinic at the camps one day abandoning you. Rhys needed me toââÂ
âI needed you!â you shouted, your hands pressed to the countertops and your gaze frantic as you stared at Azrielâs unmoving figure. âI needed you, Azriel. I had every eye on me in that camp and when Devlonâs men had me yanked from the clinic for what I was doing I needed you toââÂ
âHe did what?âÂ
âOh, donât act like you care now.â You waved off the staunch posture he had adopted and rolled your eyes for a second time at the piercing hatred that had taken over his expression. âDonât you dare act like you have the right.âÂ
âYou are my mate, y/n. If anyone put their hands on youââÂ
âWell, they did. Bruised up my arms and everything. But you were so busy with your duty to your high lord that you couldnât give a shit until after I was thrown into the mud surrounded by the women I was supposed to be helping up there.âÂ
Azrielâs hands turned white as he clenched them in his lap. His lashes fluttered and his brow furrowed and he looked utterly lost at the situationâunable to formulate any kind of response to what could be considered his failure.Â
âI thought you were simply setting up the back rooms. I didnât know you were starting the practice or speaking to the camp,â he croaked, eyes downcast and searching the floor.Â
âExcept I told you I was. I told you two weeks ago and then again right before I left.âÂ
âIâI canât remember you saying that.âÂ
âOf course you canât. Because if it isnât Rhys giving you orders or Cassian leading training youâre absent. You stand right in front of me and youâre not even here.â
Azriel finally looked up from the ground and met your eyes with the same torture his sigh made you privy to earlier. But this time it was rooted in something elseâthis time, he seemed to finally grasp the weight behind your words.Â
But you were utterly sick of trying to get him to this point. âIâm so sorry, my love,â he expressed, pain in the furrow of his brow. âI hadnât realizedâwith Rhys just returning to Velaris Iâve been so caught up inââÂ
âIâm sorry too,â you cut him off.Â
Azriel froze. âWhat?âÂ
You bit the inside of your cheek and felt the dread begin to rise. You knew you were going to hate this part, but you hadnât expected Azriel to apologize. He hadnât apologized for anything in months. Youâd been alone in this relationship and he chose the day youâd packed your bags to show remorse.
âI canât do this, Azriel. Not right now.âÂ
âCanât do what?âÂ
The silence in the kitchen was oppressive. Azriel had leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and you were on the other side of the kitchen counter, protected by a barrier you knew you should have put up weeks ago. Your eyes never left his.Â
âI canât do this with you.âÂ
Azriel breathed in sharply, his eyes widening. âNo,â he stressed, heaving up from the chair. âNo, y/n, donâtâwhat do you mean you canât do this? Explain it to me.âÂ
Your mate attempted to round the counter and reach for you, but you werenât going to accept the affectionâŠnot when you had been begging for it for months. Not when he was only ready to give it to you now.
You backpeddled until you reached the hall. Azriel didnât follow, afraid you would take off.Â
âIâve been telling you this was a problem for months now. I thought it was just an adjustment periodâI knew that having Rhys back would change things at first and I was okay with that. Your brother returned from hell and you needed to be there to support him. To support your family.Â
âBut Iâm your family, too. And you forgot that. I canâtâI canât be relying on someone like that right now. Iâm doing too much at the camps for you to⊠forget about me so easily. I canât keep building you up in my mind just to be disappointed and hurt.âÂ
Azriel's jaw quivered.Â
âEmotionally and physically. I wouldâve asked someone else to come to the clinic with me yesterday, but I chose you. And you forgot about me.âÂ
Azirel looked as if heâd been punched in the stomach, his shoulders caving in with his anguished breath out. You pressed your lips together as you watched him, all of your anger morphing into a twisted sort of guilt that didnât sit right in your gut.Â
âPlease,â Azriel whispered. His hands shook at his side. âPlease, Iâm so sorry, my love. I never wantedâPlease, donât leave me.âÂ
âYou donât get to have both, Azriel.â Your voice was as weak as his. âYou donât get to have me and treat me like Iâm something you deal with on the side. I matter more thanâÂ
Azriel shook his head and broke through your words. âYou matter more than anything. Iâve been a fool. I know Iâm an ass. Please, let me fix this, my love. Please donât leave.âÂ
You clenched your fists so hard your nails embedded into your palms.Â
âI need time to be alone.âÂ
Azriel was quick to nod. âIâll give it to you. Iâll leave andââÂ
âNo, I need⊠more time than that. I have some things packed. Iâll be back, but⊠I need to leave. I canât think clearly around you.âÂ
A choked cry left Azrielâs throat and the sound burned at your waterline. âWhere?âÂ
You only shook your head.Â
âTell me where. Please. How am I supposed to know youâre safe?âÂ
âHow were you supposed to know before?âÂ
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