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cosmopretty · 2 days ago

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꣑୧ What happens when class 1A finds out about you— Katsuki Bakugo’s secret girlfriend that no one knew about

Today was the one day class 1A had the whole day off, not a single class all day since most of them passed the Hero License Exam. The class well mostly Mina and Uraraka planned a whole day trip to go to the mall and the park, mostly everyone was going besides the one and only Katsuki Bakugo.

Not only was he disappointed after he failed the test, but he hadn’t seen his girlfriend in weeks because of training. So today was his day off to spend with you and only you.

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“Come on Bakubro the whole class is going it’s gonna be so manly” Kirishima exclaims his arm slinging around Bakugo’s shoulder, trying to convince the angry blonde to come with them today. Bakugo shoves him off growling something no one could understand under his breath.

The whole class watches as the explosive boy walks out the door to leave, slamming it on his way out. Kirishima scratches the back of his neck “Well guess we should leave soon guys” he says after a few seconds of awkward silence.

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You stand waiting at the gates of UA for your boyfriend until a pair of arms circle around your waist “Hey” Bakugo grumbles his head falling to your neck.

A smile adorns your lips “Hi baby” you whisper moving your head to the right and kissing his cheek. He gets up slightly and starts leading you down the street his arm around your waist. You tilt you head looking up at him for a moment the fall breeze flowing around you both “Soooo where we going baby?” you ask him while admiring his features.

His eyes turn to look at you “I was thinking we could go to my house, the hag wants us over or something” he scoffs before continuing “We could watch some movies in my room, then go to the park I don’t know” he mumbles his eyes refusing to make eye contact with you.

The Katsuki Bakugo being romantic was not something you see everyday but it was sweet so you choose not to tease him about it. You smile turning away from him to watch some birds fly with one another “That sweet Suki, I’m excited I miss your mom” you tell him your eyes not looking at him but you feel how he squeezes you closer to him.

The walk to his house went by quickly and soon enough the two of you were eating lunch with his parents. Bakugo was being well Bakugo and arguing over everything with his mom, even going as far to argue over how spicy the food was. You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the two of them it was like a copy paste of one another.

After lunch both you and Bakugo went up to his room to watch some new scary move that came out. That didn’t last long because your attention span was not strong enough to just focus on the movie in-front of you both.

Climbing on top of the blonde boy you straddle his waist blocking his view of the movie. Your hands come up to hold his shoulders “M bored Suki, entertain me” you whine your head falling into his neck leaving small light kisses all over. He groans his head falling back into the pillows to give you more access.

“Needy little thing aren’t you” he says his hands grabbing to hold your hips pulling you impossibly closer to him. You bite down on his neck lightly causing him to groan once more. The heat between your bodies grows as you kiss down his neck pulling down his shirt to reach more places in his neck.

His hand slides into your hair and pulls you back hard, but not enough to hurt you for real “Not the time baby, my parents are in the next room” he tells you slightly out of breathe.

You pout “Fine but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you” he scoffs at your words shaking his head. Before he can speak your lips are on his hungrily. He kisses back almost immediately his hands squeezing your hips, one gliding up your body to hold your neck. His lips fit yours perfectly like they were made just specifically for you.

The two of you made out for almost a hour just kissing each other, everywhere you could before getting tired. The two of you ended up falling asleep tired from the food, the movie and the neediness between you two..

Hours pass before Bakugo wakes up rubbing his eyes before looking down at you on his chest. He smiles, a real smile he doesn’t show people his hand coming to rub your back slowly waking you up from your slumber. He waited a few minutes patiently before getting tired of waiting and got up with you in his arms. Looking down at you for a moment he laughs throwing you down on the bed watching as you gasp landing down on your stomach.

“WHAT THE HELL?” You squeal staring wide eyed at the boy who was holding himself up by the wall laughing at you. Groaning you throw a pillow at him before getting up and fixing your clothes that you fell asleep in. Still laughing Bakugo throws your shoes towards you, catching them with a glare on your face you growl “Your mean ya know that Bakugo” his laughter stops immediately at the use of his last name coming out of your mouth.

Katsuki walks towards you slowly “The hell did you just call ya damn lazy nerd” he growls out at you. He stops right in front of you his arms crossed across his chest “Huh you gonna speak on you gone mute?” he snaps.

You look up at him “Sorry I ment bitch” you blurt out before your eyes widen. Before he can even comprehend what you just said you’re running out the door shoes in hand yelling a quirk bye to his parents before rushing out the door. He chases you, hot on your heel as you run towards the park near his house.

Bakugo jumps on you, taking you both to ground him on top of you “Think you can run away? I’m gonna be the number one hero you can’t out run me even in your dreams” he growls his faces inches away from you. Air catches in your throat as you breathe heavily looking up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

Grabbing his face with your hands you laugh “I love getting you all angry” you admit to him as he gets off you, holding out a hand to pull you up.

“Tch I could never be mad at you-“ his words stop as he sees his class sitting on benched staring at you two wide eyed, mouths agape.

You follow his eyes to see the class and you happily walk away from him to go rush up to Mins. She squeaks hugging your tightly “I MISSED YOU BOO” she yells spinning you around as Bakugo walks over confused to see you hugging some extra in his class.

Kirishima looks at the blonde smirking “So this is why you didn’t wanna hangout with us” he laughs as Denkis eyes nearly bulge out of his head “HOW THE HELL DID YOU PULL A GIRL THIS BEAUTIFUL” he shrieks. You pull away from Mina and walk towards your boyfriend to go hug his arm.

He looks at you then at Mina then back at you “Why the hell you hugging Pinky?” he asks jealousy bubbling in his chest. He didn’t want anyone but him to be touching you.

“Oh me and Mina met when I was waiting for you outside of school a while ago, she said I had pretty eyes and I liked her hair and we started to hangout and texting sometimes we became friends” You tell him happily as Mina nods her head “Don’t worry I didn’t tell anyone you guys were together- well the class all knows now anyways” she says giggling.

Bakugo groans and walks away going back home as you let go of his arm. You smile sheepishly at his classmates “Nice meeting you all hopefully I can again soon— bye Mina” you say smiling before turning spring and running to catch up with Katsuki.

The class all looks at the two of you leaving in shock, especially when Bakugo wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him.

“That’s- how- are you kidding me! No far Bakugo gets a girl that nice and pretty and that body oh god that-“ Before Mineta can finish his sentence Mina slaps the back of his head “Shut up” she tells him.

The next day the entire class couldn’t stop talking about you.

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seitmai · 1 day ago

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Many thoughts

Bucky didn't need medical attention. That was what he told himself, and he said the same thing to the team after he took a hard hit to the head. But he made the mistake of telling Bob that he admittedly felt a little dizzy, who then told Yelena, who then demanded that he go to the hospital. Not only did she demand that he go, they all went and were currently hanging out in the lobby to make sure he was okay.

Of course Bob told Yelena and them all waiting there is just so cute 🥹

He took a hit to the head. So what? He experienced much worse when it came to his head and he was a super soldier for God's sake, so he’d heal just fine. It was a bit cocky to think like that but others needed help more than he did and he wasn't in the mood for anyone to inspect him or ask questions. At least he wasn't until he saw your face.

How quickly the tables turn 🤭

He opened his mouth to say he hadn't waited long at all, but no sound came out. Thank God he wasn't hooked up to a heart monitor because it would've picked up on the accelerated rate when you smiled at him again. He almost forgot to breathe before his body reminded him that he needed oxygen. No one should look as beautiful as you in medical scrubs or under the harsh hospital lighting. He wondered if he looked okay despite the blood and dirt on his clothes.

Ahhh he is instantly smitten 🤭🥰

With a deep breath he thought instead of his wonderful treatment in Wakanda and reminded himself that he was safe, free. It helped the next breath come easier. He then looked at your face where he only saw concern and compassion. You weren't going to hurt him. You were there to help.

He needs a friendly face in a moment like that

“And I appreciate that you're thinking of my time, but it’s my job and I wouldn't feel comfortable with you leaving without completing my exam,” you said, taking a closer look at him. It wasn't concern he saw in your eyes now, but understanding. “You're not exactly a fan of hospitals, are you?” The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

They are both so thoughtful 🥰

“As long as everything is stable and there are no new or worsening conditions, you’ll likely be discharged within an hour or two,” you replied. He almost argued that he healed from injuries faster thanks to the serum, but that wasn't too long. Better safe than sorry. At least it wasn't a headscan. “Would you like some water? I can get you a snack, too.” The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered.

I juat know he loves a snack, especially from a pretty and nice nurse

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said. Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised.

I'm sure he won't 🤭

Hell, he'd probably fake an injury just to see you again, or at least ask for you if he ever had to come back to the hospital for any reason. He wondered if you were single. You weren't wearing a wedding band or an engagement ring. That didn't necessarily mean-

Hahaha there is no denying in him having a crush is he is willing to get injured 😅

“I’m single,” you said quickly. He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

I love that they are both so out of it and random in saying these things😂

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back. “Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?” Why was he talking so much?

Maybe because he wants to keep talking with her, just a thought 🤔🤭

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered. “Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?” Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

She doesn't just mind, she would love to 🤭

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot.

🥹🥰🥹🥰

Of course Yelena and Ava instantly clock his crush 🤭 and Alexei obviously had to chime in 😅

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?” He blinked a few times. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered. Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it. “It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.” Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.” Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

😂😂😂

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic.

Oh Bob, he is just the cutest 🥹

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.” Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

Hahahaha John just like Bob want to be useful, but he really has to work on reading the room 😂

I would love to read if they reunite 👀

Hit to the Head

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't think he needs medical attention after a hit to the head, but he's glad he met you.

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Meet cute (of sorts?), possible concussion, mention of HYRDA, team dynamic, humor, Bucky's POV, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he's smitten.

A/N: A new AU (as if I need more) inspired by this wonderful nonnie. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 (and thanks for the assurance on the medical discussion), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a sweet gesture, if not a wasted one.

At least he wasn't until he saw your face.

“Hi,” you smiled, pulling back the curtain to give him some privacy. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Wait, why did it matter what he looked like? He wasn't there to flirt with or impress you. There was no reason for him to sit up straighter or flex his right arm. There sure as hell wasn't any reason to run his fingers through his hair to get the tangles out. It was a hospital visit, not a date.

You wore a name tag, but introduced yourself before taking a look at his chart. “I understand you took a pretty hard hit to the head, Mr. Barnes.”

His voice came out huskier than he anticipated when he said, “Call me Bucky.” Clearing his throat he added, “If you consider a slab of concrete to the head hard, then yeah, but at least my head didn't split open.”

He felt the need to assure you he was fine when concern crossed your beautiful features. “I’m very thankful your head didn't split open, Bucky.” He liked the way you said his name. “But a concrete slab to the head is no joke.”

“You should see the other guy,” he joked, making you giggle. Was he funny or were you only laughing for his benefit? “But seeing the other guy wouldn't matter anyway since you won't let me leave without an exam,” he guessed. Even if he didn't believe he needed one.

It wasn't just his belief that he was fine. Most didn't know it, but every now and then hospitals made him feel like he was back at HYDRA, ready to be strapped to a chair to await his next form of torture or to be experimented on. He wouldn't say he was afraid, but there was discomfort. Enough to make it feel like the walls were slowly closing in.

“Well, I wouldn't be a very good nurse if I just let you walk out, would I?” you gently smiled.

He managed a smile for you because you weren't just doing your job. You also seemed kind. “I guess not.”

He could get through a simple exam.

Bucky inhaled, detecting a hint of something sweet under the sterile surroundings as you checked his heart beat. It was so subtle that he wouldn't have been able to pick up on it if it weren't for his heightened senses. He almost leaned into you before you pulled away, and thank God for that. Would he have been able to blame it on his head if he did?

“I don't have a concussion,” he blurted out.

“Is that right?” He swore there was amusement in your tone when you shone a light in each of his eyes. “I imagine you're somewhat familiar with them in your line of work.”

“You can say that,” he said. He had his fair share of hits to the head, and helped his teammates get through injuries. “No nausea, no stiffness or imbalance.”

He didn't mention the dizziness since he didn't want to stay longer than he needed to.

“Any issues with your memory?” you asked.

He smirked a little. “That's a bit of a loaded question.”

“Can you tell me what day it is and what hospital you're at?” you asked.

He answered the questions with ease. He also spelled “world” backwards when you asked him to. “See? I’m fine,” he said.

“Your vitals are normal. Pupils reactive. But-”

“Look, I appreciate you checking me out,” he cut you off, keeping the bite out of his voice because he refused to snap at you. “But I don't want to waste your time.”

Bucky hated that he was trying to rush out when you were only trying to help, but he could hear people in the other rooms even as he tried to block it out. They were in pain, struggling. They needed you more than he did.

The question took him by surprise. How did you guess? “Not exactly,” he replied, choosing not to elaborate on that and you were thoughtful enough not to push. Just a sympathetic nod, which he appreciated. “But the work you and everyone else in the medical field does? It's incredible. Thank you.”

In his eyes, people like you were the real heroes. You didn't just face battles, you faced pandemics and life changing events. You risked your lives, saw the best and worst of people, and how many thanked you in return? And from the little time he knew you he could sense the love and dedication to your job and patients. He respected that.

“Thank you. And thank you for all that you do, too,” you said sincerely. The compliment had the corner of his lip tugging in a smile. “I know you want to get out of here, but I am here to help. If you're fine, great. If not, please, let me help you.”

He tried to look anywhere but at you. It unnerved him that you got under his skin with so few words and he wondered for a second if that hit to the head did more damage than he thought. “I feel a little dizzy, but that’s all,” he admitted, and he felt better by doing so.

You put a hand over his, little currents of electricity shooting up his arm. “Thank you for telling me,” you whispered, like it was your little secret. “Since you are feeling dizzy, I would like you to stay for observation.”

Bucky sighed. “How long do I have to stay?”

The snack and drink were likely to make sure he could keep them down. “Sure, thanks,” he whispered.

“Sorry that you’re stuck with me checking on you for the next hour or so,” you said.

Bucky’s smile grew before he chuckled. “You won't hear me complaining,” he promised.

“I’m single,” you said quickly.

He glanced at you before his eyes went wide. Shit, he said some of that out loud? “Oh, well, that’s…” He wasn't sure what to say. Should he apologize? “Nice.”

He grimaced. Nice? What was wrong with him? Maybe he had a concussion after all.

You looked at him, your smile soft and easy. He either wasn't the first patient to make a fool out of himself like that or you were being nice. “I’ll be back shortly, but buzz if you need anything.”

“I will,” he said, his finger itching to push the remote the second you left him alone.

He leaned back in the bed and tried to make himself comfortable while he slowly looked around. How was it that the room seemed darker, as if you took a bit of the light and warmth with you? He shook his head slowly and carefully. It was a ridiculous thought.

“Observation for an hour or two. You okay sticking around so you can drive me back?” he messaged Yelena.

Yelena messaged back almost immediately. “Everyone is staying. Even Walker.”

He scoffed, but there was a smile behind it. “Not that you need my permission, but you can punch him if he steps out of line.” Yeah, John was still an asshole, but they did work together and he was trying. Some days.

He perked up when you came back with a cup of water and a snack. “You doing okay?” you asked.

“Since you left a minute or two ago, yeah,” he teased.

“Were you a sarcastic guy before the hit to the head, or is this a new side to you?” you teased back.

“Oh, the sass has always been there,” he said, taking a sip once you handed the drink over. “Better to be smart-ass than a dumbass, right?”

Why was he talking so much?

“So much better,” you smiled, going to the small computer to type something in. He tried not to stare as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He could always blame it on his head if you caught him. “I’ll be back in just a bit, but-”

“Buzz if I need you. I know,” he smiled.

“At least there isn't too much sass in your tone,” you joked before you left him alone once again.

If he didn't know any better he would think you were flirting with him, but you were just being a friendly nurse.

He also tried not to eavesdrop when he heard you assisting others, but your voice drew his attention and he hung on your every word. You were professional, yet personal, showing each patient expert care. You lightly scolded an older gentleman who hadn't listened to you, which brought a smile to Bucky’s face when the man apologized and didn't give you any trouble after that. It was a delicate balance to be kind and assertive and you did it well.

“You are something,” he said to himself.

For the next hour or so Bucky didn't say much when you checked on him, but you had his undivided attention, his eyes following you wherever you went. He wanted to find excuses to keep you there and possibly make small talk, but it felt wrong when there were other patients who needed your attention. He caught that sweet scent again whenever you were close to him. Alluring, captivating. He tried to figure out if it was a body wash or just you.

Something he noticed and tried not to was that your heart raced faster when you were near him. Maybe there was a slight chance that you were attracted to him? Beyond being a friendly nurse, maybe the possible attraction was why you kept smiling at him. He wanted to believe so. He wanted to feel your hand on his hand again. The brief touch had him wanting more, which was crazy.

And before Bucky knew it, it was time to leave.

“Vitals still look good. No change in symptoms,” you confirmed after he said the dizziness had subsided and he didn't feel at all nauseous after the snack. “Do you have someone to drive you home?” you asked.

“Yeah, I have some friends here,” he answered. Even if he wasn't dizzy there was no way they'd let him drive after that.

“Try to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours. If there are new symptoms or if the dizziness gets worse, you should return to the hospital,” you told him. “Other than that, I think you're good to go,” you smiled, but it didn't look as bright as before.

Were you disappointed that he had to leave? Bucky was disappointed, but what could he do? He had no excuse to stay. Ironic how he was itching to leave when he got there when he now wanted a reason to stick around.

“Thanks.” He grabbed his jacket after slowly getting to his feet, your gaze lingering on him when he slipped it on.

“Why don't I walk you back to the lobby?” you offered.

“Oh, you don't have to do that,” he said, regretting it since it sounded like a brush off and that wasn't his intention. “But if you wouldn't mind?”

Your face lit up, at least he thought it did. “I don't mind at all.”

Keeping a respectful distance, but not too much of a gap as you walked together, he stole a couple of glances at you. The quiet confidence in which you carried yourself was beautiful and you turned a few heads from nearby patients. He wondered if you noticed.

He smiled to himself when he spotted his teammates sitting in the waiting area. None of them looked particularly comfortable, but they stuck it out for him. It meant a lot.

“That group right there is my ride,” he said, not wanting you to go any closer. If they got the slightest hint that he enjoyed your company for a short time, they’d pounce. “Thanks again.”

“I’m glad I could help," you said, gazing at him. “Havd a good night. And don't forget to take it easy for the next 24-48 hours, hero.”

Hero. The nickname almost made him smile. “You have a good night, too.”

You lingered for just a moment, almost as if you expected him to say something else. When he didn't, you offered him one last smile and scanned your card to get back through the double doors. His shoulders dropped once you were out of sight. He should've said something.

“Hello?” Yelena asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “What are you staring at?”

He blinked a few times. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Oh, I think he was staring at that pretty nurse,” Ava answered.

Bucky shot the entire group a glare, his cheeks hot. “No, I wasn't,” he grumbled. Except he was. He stared at you. And by the amused looks on their faces, they all saw it.

Yelena exchanged a look with Ava before they both smirked. “Yes, you were. Do you like the nurse?”

Bucky’s fists curled. He was not having this conversation after a hit to the head. “Can we leave?”

“It’s okay to stare or have a crush. She’s a beautiful woman.” Alexei clapped a hand on his shoulder. “She would be lucky to date the Winter Soldier.”

A growl escaped before Bucky could stop it. Yes, you were beautiful. Did he need Alexei to point that out? And he didn't have a crush. How could he?

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Ava asked.

Bucky took a deep breath. He really didn't want to talk about this. “Does it matter?” he asked.

“Ask her out! I drive you for your date!” Alexei offered, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll set the mood. You see.”

Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Dad, stop.”

Bucky shook his head and shut his eyes, wishing he could teleport himself out of there. “Yes, please, stop.”

“Is your head okay?” Bob asked, making him open his eyes. Of course he was concerned with his pain, and Bucky was glad for the change of topic.

“I’m fine,” Bucky assured him. There was nothing for him to worry about. “I just need to take it easy for the next day or so.”

John stretched his back once he stood up. “If you really want to see that nurse again I can make sure you get another hit to the head.”

Bucky’s eyes turned cold. “I’m not a killer anymore, but I may make an exception if you try anything.”

John held his hands up, but still had a smirk on his face before Yelena shot him a look. “A small injury could bring you back here.”

“No one is injuring me to bring me back here,” he announced. Everyone looked disappointed except for Bob. “What, you all want me to get hurt?”

Why did he decide to join this team again?

“No, we just want you to see the nurse again,” Ava said.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

As the group left, Bucky snuck one last look over his shoulder. You were a good nurse, and you made his night better. A small part of him hoped he made your night a little better, too. And while he certainly didn't want more injuries, a part of him did if only to bring him back to you.

So, what injury is Bucky getting so he can see you again? sebastian stan x reader, james bucky buchanan barnesLove and thanks for reading! ❤️

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gojosatoruhumper · 1 day ago

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I’m worried | Yeon Si-eun x reader

Summary: Si-eun always was and will be afraid of something happening to Y/n.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, angst, fluff, comfort, parental conflict.

Wc:2.8k

Based on this request

Notes: Let’s pretend Si-eun didn’t get hit by the truck🥰🥰

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

It all started when you were little. Your and Si-eun’s mom were good friends, so of course they would bring you to their house when they met up.

At first Si-eun didn’t exactly like you, he felt like he was forced to hang out with you. Your character was too much for him, always talking, always asking questions.

It always amazed you how Si-eun was so smart, way above his age kids in studies. As long as you have known him, he always had his head in his books.

And gradually, he started to engage with you more, answering your asked questions in detail, helping you understand questions you couldn’t get the hang of.

You started nagging your mom, ‘When can we go see Si-eun?’ ‘Can we go out with them today?’. As you both grew, you grew closer. He started opening up to you, little by little. At that moment you felt so close to him, how such a boy, who buried his emotions so deep in himself, could unbury them with you.

He sometimes talked to you about his parents, how they were always arguing and yelling at each other. In a way, he felt like it was his fault. Even if he didn’t show it, he was very sensitive and took everything to heart.

And with every deep talk with him, you would stay by his side, listening to him. He was always an observer, listener and not a talker so you would make him feel free to talk with you whenever about whatever.

And when his parents split up, your moms weren’t as close, not meeting up for their weekly coffee, only catching up once in a while. But you and Si-eun stayed close, the closest you have been.

He always cared for you, just as much as you did for him. You showed it more, but you could see right through him. When you were having a bad day, stressing over school he would always try to cheer you up somehow, or at least be by your side.

Even through texts he could sense something is wrong. You didn’t want to interfere with his studies because you knew how important it was for him. But at moments he didn’t even care. He even skipped cram school sometimes for you, which surprised even you.

You unraveled feelings from so deep in him that without you, he knew he wouldn’t have even know to feel them. You were the first one to confess, even though you were scared. Maybe you caught the signs wrong, maybe he felt like you were just a shoulder to lean on, and a person to laugh with, nothing more.

But you were so wrong. That day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You couldn’t be happier, you didn’t know what would you do without him. Your parents were also happy, mostly because he helped you with school work, but also because they saw how much you cared for each other.

When you met his friends for the first time, they almost thought Si-eun was joking about having a girlfriend, it didn’t seem like him at all.

But with his new friends, he started getting into fights. You were worried for him. When he didn’t want to go home, dark and almost unwelcoming, he came to your house. Bruises were on his face, cuts on his lips.

You would take care of him. “Si-eun what happened now? Are you okay” you said, stepping aside to let him in. “I got into a fight again” he quietly said, looking down. “Come here” you hugged him hard.

You never scolded him for getting into fights, people were cruel and were asking for it these days. You understood where he was coming from.

You were now both on your bed, changed as he laid on it, head on your lap. You carefully cleaned his wounds, putting a bandaid on. “You know, I think I should study to become a nurse at this point” you said, laughing.

He also cracked a smile, he knew a medical degree would suit you, you cared for people a lot. You stood up, trash from the bandaids in your hand. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a shower” you announced, turning away.

He laid in your quiet room, his outside clothes neatly folded on your desk, your almost finished homework spread out beside it. He sat on your table, look down at it. He couldn’t help but smile, your homework was done perfectly, just how he explained it to you a couple days ago.

He felt your phone ring, who could be calling you at this hour? He took it in his hand as an unsaved number was on the screen. His guts told him to answer it, so he did.

“Y/n?” He stayed silent. “It’s Young-bin, tell your little boyfriend to not throw a fit like that again, you should teach him better, huh? You don’t want him hurt, do you?” The boy on the other line continued, Si-eun’s hand gripping the phone from anger. “Teach him better, you’re going to pay for what he and his friends did”

He listened, anger filling him. “Leave her alone” he said, hanging up. He blocked the number, deleting the call from the call history and putting the phone where it was.

At this point Yeong-bin knew Si-eun’s weak spots. Si-eun couldn’t shake off the fact that you were the next target.

You opened the door, him looking up at you. “You tired?” you asked him as he nodded, hands on his lap. You sat on your bed, pulling the blanket over you, of course making space for him.

He got in next to you, hugging you close. You smiled to yourself, whispering “goodnight” closing your eyes. He didn’t say anything back, just hugging you tighter. He was sleepy at all now, all he could think was punching Young-bin so hard he wouldn’t even think of you again.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The next day came, you were both in bed. The birds were starting to chirp, sun rays heating up your faces. Since it was sunday, you convinced him to spend the day with you.

You both talked, he helped you finish the homework that you didn’t get to yesterday. He felt joyful when he was with you, not showing it that much but you noticed.

He heard his phone buzz and he got nervous, what if it was Yeong-bin again? He looked at the message, relieved seeing Su-ho’s name come up. “Do you want to go get lunch with Su-ho and Beom-seok?” he asked, looking up at you as you were playing on your phone.

“Yeah, sure we can go. But I have to get ready first” you said, getting up. You picked an outfit, getting an opinion from him. He kept some clothes at your house for days like these, your scent on them.

At the diner, Si-eun still couldn’t stop thinking about that phone call. He held you close, from time to time looking around as paranoia filled him.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Monday came, he got up early. He put on his school uniform, leaving his house quickly. He knew the only way to get Yeong-bin alone was when he got out his house in the morning, since he transferred schools.

His feet brought him to Yeong-bins neighbourhood, he knew where he lived since he over heard him one time with his friends.

Si-eun stood behind a corner, waiting. When the guy came into view, rage filled him again. Si-eun took him by the collar, clutching it. Yeong-bin was a coward, eyes filling with fear.

“Leave her alone” he repeated his sentence from two days ago. Yeong-bin pushed him, trying to act all tuff. “Yeah? Or what?” he provoked.

He didn’t answer, just grabbed his now wrinkled collar again, smashing his face into the brick wall. “Or this” he said through gritted teeth as the guy tried to fight back but was unsuccessful. Si-eun kept hitting his face into the wall, blood splattering onto Yeong-bins uniform.

He finally let go, the guy dropping to his knees. Si-eun looked down, staring. He turned around as he heard him yell. “You asshole, you will regret this.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Beom-seok turned his back to Si-eun and Su-ho. Si-eun was transferring schools and moving in with his mom. Su-ho was in a coma.

Your heart broke at the sight of Si-eun, he didn’t want to leave Su-ho’s hospital room. He cried next to you, clutching your shirt.

But apart of Si-un was relieved that you didn’t get involved into this. Beom-seok left you alone. “Y/n, this is my fault.” he said, sitting up right, the room quiet. “If I got there in time, he would’ve been fine” he looked down.

“If what I should’ve been the one in a coma” his hands balled in fists. You put your hand on his shoulder as he looked into your eyes.

“Si-eun none of this was your fault, you should know it” “Neither of you deserved what happened” you glanced at Su-ho, feeling bad for both of them. “He will be okay” you reassured him, hand rubbing circles on his back.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You and Si-eun spent the summer together, every day. He wasn’t the same as he used to be. At first he didn’t even go out of his room, but you always stayed. You talked to him, brought him something to eat.

You both visited Su-ho every other day later on. Si-eun changed, but he tried to not push you away, he knew it would only make him feel worse.

Slowly he got a little better, but not quite. After all of this, he realised he should value you even more. He was moving to his mom’s house, and you helped him pack.

You and your mom had helped him move, Si-eun carrying the last box. “Hi Y/m/n!” “How have you been? It’s been ages” Si-eun’s mom hugged your mom as you and Si-eun went into his new room.

You helped him unpack everything, making it feel like home. Or at least you tried to. You sat on the bed, exhausted. Si-un sat next to you, looking around.

“Hey, it’s not so bad is it?” you look over to him. “I guess so..” he quietly said as he felt a kiss on his cheek. “And we won’t be that far away” you scanned his face, dark circles under his eyes.

You closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s take a nap” you murmured, yawning. You laid on the small bed, barely fitting both of you. He let himself close his eyes, feeling comforted and secure with you hugging him, he really needed this.

With closed eyes Si-eun softly spoke “I’m worried”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The school year started, and you still saw Si-eun every weekend, whether it was him coming over to you or you to him. The dark circles got worse, your heart ached. He did tell you he slept better when you were with him, so you always tried to be there as much as you could.

He still talked about Su-ho and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you missed him too. His jokes were funny and he always made you blush with his comments about you and Si-eun, he was a good friend to both you and him.

He got into a little trouble here and there but most importantly - he found friends. Little by little you could see the tiniest spark come back in him. You felt happy for him.

Until Na Beak-jin and his union started bothering him and his friends, Hu-min, Hyun-tak and Jun-tae. His fear grew. The fear of them coming to get you.

Every buzz of your phone caught his attention, what if the union texted you? When you were together outside paranoia was swirling in his head, looking around more than he should. He kept his phone close at all times, waiting for a message from you, what if you needed his help?

Unknowingly to him, one day his nightmare came true. It was tuesday, the sun was shining and it was beautiful day out. You said goodbye to your friends and headed home. You were walking on the asphalt as a guy with glasses stopped you.

“Hey beautiful” he said, hands in his pockets as he blocked your way. You stood there confused, looking up. “Can.. Can i help you..?” you asked unsurely. He came up close to your face, inspecting every detail. A sick smile spread onto his face. “Ah I can see why Si-eun took a liking to you”

You stood frozen, even more confused. His smile didn’t look welcoming at all. “Move, you’re in my way” you said, clutching your backpack straps. “No need to be so rude, Y/n” he calmly said, watching your reaction. You didn’t tell him your name.

“I’m Seong-je” he continued, putting a cigarette in his mouth. “I came here all this way to meet you, and this how you treat me?” he grabbed your hair roughly, bring your face up to his.

He took his phone out as he opened the camera app, putting his hand up, facing the camera so both of you were in frame. “Smile, for that boyfriend of yours” he said, snapping the picture. His hand was in your face, confusion, fury and fear printed on your face.

“There” he said, his hand leaving your presence as he took the cigarette. “As I said I only came here to say hello” “We will see each other soon” he smiled with that sick grin, turning around and walking away, who was he?

Si-eun’s heart sank at the photo he received. His eyes focused on you. He could see you were in your school uniform, picture taken not far from your house. Seong-je came to you.

He felt at fault, you were unsafe because of him. Na beak-jin sent him, Si-eun knew. If he didn’t take further action, he knew something worse could happen to you, his friends.

Si-eun quickly pulled his phone, calling you. “Y/n are you okay?” he asked once you picked up the phone. Your voice was shaky, quiet. “Yes, but what about you?? Is everything okay over there” you asked.

“Yes, do you want me to come over?” he raised his voice, he felt so guilty. “If you can, yeah” you smiled to yourself.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The day came. The big fight to finally end the conflicts, to put the union to an end. With Su-hos intelligence he came up with a plan, calculated the probabilities of them winning.

Si-eun came to the fight just on his planned time, when Hu-him was already on the ground, barely breathing. Anger filled him, those deep eyes now dark, face emotionless. He took the brass knuckles out of his pocket, putting it on.

“Yeon Si-eun” Beak-jin said, face bruised up. Si-eun’s fear of you getting hurt, turned into anger. “I’m here to fight, not talk” he contained himself, calm. Beak-jin was the first one to throw a punch, he dodged it.

Si-eun kicked him, grabbing his blazer with a strong grip. The taller one threw punches until one finally hit Si-eun. Face burning, he went to his leg, smashing it with the metal.

“Yeon Si-eun!” Beak-jin screamed, kicking him. Na Beak-jin deserved to suffer. Si-eun stood up, hair messy and uniform now muddy. He punched Beak-jin, him holding up his nose.

He took Si-eun by his tie, showing no mercy. He punched and kicked him, screaming with anger. Si-eun was knocked to the ground, eyes blurry and moves sluggish.

No. He couldn’t give up now, he had to stand up, for you. He got onto his feet, unsteady. His wet uniform stuck to his skin. He grabbed the other’s hand, twisting it. His face scrunched in pain as he felt a punch knock him onto the ground.

Si-eun strangled his body with his legs, repeatedly punching his open wounds. Beak-jin couldn’t even fight back anymore, eyes closed and barely any oxygen coming into his lungs.

Hu-min stood behind them, he didn’t even need to intervene as they planned, this was it. They won.

Unknowingly, you had came to see him, he wasn’t answering his phone and you had a gut wrenching feeling something was wrong. At first you texted Hyun-tak but when you were unsuccessful you tried contacting Jun-tae who luckily answered, texting you an address to go to.

Guys started cheering, though the union stayed silent. After a while they started leaving, Si-eun stopped. He stood alone, looking back.

Until he heard your voice. His head immediately turned to you, he felt relieved. You ran to him, as he opened his arms out for you. He has never hugged you so tight before, a smile spreading across his beaten up face, stinging.

He didn’t need to worry anymore, at least for a while.

#fanfiction #whc1 #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #whc2 #yeon sieun #yeon sieun x reader #sieun x reader #weak hero class two #weak hero class x reader #weak hero kdrama

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bjlipss · 1 day ago

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— bug, part x.

contents: college!sukuna x weird!reader. weird as in just odd and confusing behaviour but nonetheless cute, nothing pervy-weird. reader wears glasses because yes. really awkward and silly hehe. fem reader should be mentioned. lil jealousy stuff heheh

part ix <- part x -> part xi

it starts with a girl. obviously.

she’s not even doing anything, really—just smiling a little too much. twirling her hair with slow, practiced fingers. leaning way too close as she asks sukuna about their group project for history, like her understanding of the assignment hinges on breathing the same air as him.

it’s normal. harmless. probably.

but from where you’re sitting—two tables over in the campus library, your laptop open but untouched—it looks less harmless and more like she’s trying to crawl into his lap in slow motion.

and sukuna—well.

he’s just sitting there.

not smiling. not leaning back. not flirting. but not exactly recoiling, either. he’s nodding, saying something low that makes her giggle, flipping a page in that beat-up notebook he always carries. letting her exist in his proximity like it’s no big deal.

and maybe it isn’t.

maybe it’s just you projecting your insecurities onto some totally random moment, just because you don’t dress like her or smile like her — all perfect and white-teethed, and maybe your hair is a little frizzy compared to hers and maybe she just looks better with him—

maybe you’re just being stupid.

but when you glance down at your own notebook and realize you’ve been absently doodling sukuna being eaten by a giant squid girl with hearts in her cartoon eyes and a sparkly bow on her head…

you decide you’re allowed to be a little bit stupid.

—

you don’t say anything. of course not.

you’re chill. you’re calm. you’re a collected, well-adjusted adult who doesn’t throw tantrums over one (admittedly pretty) girl leaning too close to your maybe-boyfriend-maybe-not in a public space.

but you do:

jab your straw into your juice box like it personally offended you;

roll your eyes at nothing whenever sukuna speaks;

walk one full step ahead of him instead of beside him after you pack up your things;

and answer all his questions with clipped little “uh-huh”s and “yep”s like you’ve been possessed by a very cold, very unimpressed ghost.

sukuna, being the ridiculously perceptive bastard that he is, notices immediately.

“okay,” he says flatly, halfway across campus. “what’s your problem.”

you keep walking. glare at the pavement like it’s got answers. “i don’t have one.”

“you do.”

“i don’t.”

he stops walking, boots scuffing the path.

you keep going. three whole steps before your stubbornness falters and you stop, too, arms crossed tight over your chest. you don’t look at him.

“…are you mad at me?” he asks, like he can’t believe it.

you scoff. “no.”

“then who the fuck are you mad at?”

there’s a pause. a too-long pause. and then—

“that girl from the library,” you mutter.

sukuna blinks.

“what girl?”

you roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck. “the one who was all over you during your group project thing.”

his face doesn’t change, but his eyes narrow a little.

“she wasn’t all over me,” he says slowly.

“she was,” you insist, mortified even as the words come out of your mouth. “you didn’t see her? the hair twirling? the leaning? she was practically in your lap!”

he stares.

you huff, cheeks hot now, fists balled in the sleeves of your hoodie. “she was flirting.”

sukuna blinks again.

and then—snorts.

a sharp, sudden sound that escapes before he can stop it.

“you’re jealous?” he asks, eyes lighting up with something dangerously close to glee.

“no—!”

“you’re totally jealous.”

“shut up,” you mumble, face hot enough to fry an egg. “i’m not.”

“you are,” he says smugly, stepping in front of you. “you’re jealous.”

“i said shut up.”

but he’s not shutting up. he’s grinning. and not in a mean, smug, condescending way, either—which would honestly be easier to deal with. no. this grin is soft. fond. like he thinks this is adorable. like he’s fighting back a laugh, and losing.

and somehow, that’s worse.

“you think someone else could take me from you?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing but laced with something warmer.

you look up.

he’s close now. closer than he needs to be. close enough that you can smell his cologne—warm and smoky and familiar. close enough that his eyes feel like they’re peeling you open, reading every line of your face like it’s the answer to something he’s been wondering about for a long time.

you swallow. hard.

“you’re an idiot,” you mutter, deflating a little.

he tilts his head, still watching you. “you’re the only one who calls me baby,” he says quietly. “the only one who draws bats and angry little knives in my notes. the only one i sit through those awful art lectures for. the only one i even like being around.”

you stare up at him, heart suddenly loud in your ears.

he leans down, nose brushing yours. his hand comes up to gently tug the edge of your hoodie sleeve, thumb brushing your wrist like it’s instinct.

“nobody else has a chance,” he murmurs.

you bite your lip, eyes fluttering half-closed.

and then—because you’re still kind of a brat—you whisper:

“she had really shiny hair, though.”

he groans—low and rough in his throat—and then he kisses you. firm, slow, decisive. like he’s trying to burn the memory of her out of your head entirely. like he’s trying to remind you who you belong to.

you squeak against his mouth in surprise, hands fisting in his hoodie—but you melt fast. tilt your head, kiss him back, soft and needy and a little breathless.

he pulls away a little too fast.

you blink up at him, dazed.

“you’re mine.” he mutters. i’m yours too, is silent.

you nod, breath catching. “okay.”

and the squid girl in your notebook dies an unceremonious death that night when you scribble over her with seventeen little hearts and one very smug-looking sukuna in the middle.

#miyan writes ⭑.ᐟ #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryoumen fluff #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen x reader

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wyrm-mlm · 2 days ago

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I honestly think part of this comes from fish seeming “distant” or “alien”. Both of your excellent examples are mammals, the same kingdom as us. Things that people consider cute and fluffy and warm. Things that we understand more closely how they experience pain or fear or contentment. Cows could be considered the same. Yes they’re one of the most common animal proteins but people call them grass puppies or bulls are seen as powerful and angry.

A step down from that is chickens and turkeys. Some people still find them cute and charming, but I see it a lot less I think. They’re still fluffy, still warm blooded, we can kind of see ourselves in them. They are even bipedal like us.(behold a man and all that.)

But fish? Their body plan is nothing like us. They come in inconsistent shapes, they’re smooth or sharp or rough or slimy or cold. Do they feel pain? If so how? Well we any understand it or empathize so it doesn’t matter.

AND ITS BULLSHIT.

We should see the beautiful in it because they are different! All living things are beautiful and disgusting and fascinating in equal measure. Food is incredibly important, it’s how we keep going, but we should consider where our food comes from if we’re in a place in our lives where that is feasible.(if you’re not worrying if or when you will eat next that is) They are living things and deserves consideration and respect and I’m not saying everyone should know everything about animals (not everyone is animal special interest pulled like me) but man… animals are trying their best too.

Anyway autistic rant over. I have a lot of feelings.

Perhaps one of the biggest fish tragedies of all time is that tunas, the large, fast, powerful apex predators of the open ocean that have evolved to be perfectly hydrodynamic thanks to millions of years of evolution, with fins that can be retracted into grooves in the body for maximum smoothness, which can heat up their swimming muscles and brains and eyes to become even more efficient hunters, who are in fact several species of fish, the largest of which (Atlantic bluefin) can reach four meters in length and rivals the marlins in being the largest perciform fish.....

....are just kinda known as a food item by most people. Like cod, this animal should be a symbol of raw power and speed, not fish dinner time

#Wyrm yaps #a lot #im sorry #animals are neat #and I should learn more about tuna #they look so cool #and I didn’t know about them tucking their fins in #people find it weird that I am kind to bugs and snails and stuff #and I think it’s weird they aren’t

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xavistarlight · 2 days ago

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Late night projects

Pairing: Caleb x fem!reader

“ so basically I go to drop willow off and this random lady is like, “ well nice to see you finally, isn’t her dad usually the one to drop her off”

Caleb lays next to you in the bed completely enthralled in the story.

Basically trying to say I’m like too caught up with work or whatever , I mean Caleb she should be so glad I have a kid now because If this was me like a couple years ago I would’ve beat her a-

Suddenly you hear rustling coming from the closet

You and Caleb both look at each other confused

And then out from the top of the shelf she had climbed comes your daughter willow.

Caleb quickly uses his evol to stop her mid air from falling to the ground.

“ munchkin?! Baby what are you doing climbing in the closet you could’ve gotten hurt”

And at that she bursts in to tears

from behind her back she pulls out the kindergarten family tree project she had spent all weekend working on, covered in glue and glitter. And probably another layer of glue and glitter where she had seemingly tried to fix it.

“ I’m … sorry … mama and papa I didn’t mean to mess it up” she can barely catch her words in between

“ oh honey” you give her a sympathetic look it always hurt to see your baby cry even if it was over seemingly trival things it’s what is important to her right now. Which in turn meant it was important to you and Caleb.

And that’s how your little family ended up here.

Walking hand in hand, willow in the middle. Into the linkon city craft and supply store.

Caleb grabbed the poster board , while you and willow grabbed the glue and some fancy stickers

Finally meeting back in line to check out Caleb notices willow still looks disappointed in herself

“ you know little one , mama had this sameee exact thing happen to her when she was around your age”

Willow looked up at Caleb big round lavender eyes ready to listen to every word.

A mirror image of what Caleb looked like listening to your story earlier in bed.

“ except , guess what mama didn’t think to tell anyone and dada found her project crumpled up in her backpack , dada had to spend all night redoing it while mama slept peacefully in bed “

Willow gasps

“ MAMA that’s so bad” she looks at you giggling

You finally see her sparkle come back to her eyes so you let Caleb telling the embarrassing story slide, you’d let him tell it a thousand times if it meant seeing that smile and giggle from your baby girl .

“ don’t let dada fool you, he skipped a couple classes just to bring me lunch “

Caleb pokes your cheek

“And who’s fault is that hm, a pipsqueak I know who never keeps track of her meals”

The family giggles the whole way out of the store and on the car ride home.

Caleb was a firm believer that helping someone with there school work was not equal to doing it for them

This totally used tick you off when you were little stubborn math equations you know he knew the answer too but used them as a learning lesson.

But as you’ve gotten older you completely understand why he did that, and that’s why you sit here now with Caleb and willow.

Caleb helping her glue pieces here and there when her fingers get sticky, or helping her sound out words to figure out how to spell them but never influencing her ideas. This project is all your baby girl.

“ here’s the photo tin you were trying to reach earlier munchkin” you come over to the table placing down a tin full of photos over the years.

This tin mostly holds photos of you and Caleb growing up , while the pink photo book next to it is willows baby book with all her pictures.

You look through some of the countless photos feelings stirring in your mind.

Her family tree would always be incomplete, she just had you and Caleb.

While she would have to watch other children with there full family trees, grandmas that spoiled them , cousins and aunts and uncles all willow had was her parents.

Later that night after you had put willow to bed Caleb notices your mind spinning circles.

“ whats goin on up there in that pretty head pip”

“ Caleb.. do you ever think we’re selfish for having willow, we’re all she has. You don’t come from a family I don’t either she’ll never know what thats like”

Caleb caresses your face before replying

“ no baby , never we’re giving her what we never had, do you see her baby album down there it’s bursting full of memories even before she was born, she’s so loved and so wanted and it shows in the girl she’s becoming”

Your eyes tear up at his response he’s right.

“ I love this little family we’ve created” you say sleepily

“ me too pip , me too” Caleb kisses your nose softly.

#caleb #lads #l&ds x reader #lads caleb #xavier love and deepspace #lads fluff #dad caleb #dad love and deepspace #caleb thoughts #caleb x you #caleb x mc #love and deepspace caleb

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jamieroyjamieroy · 2 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard 💜 for tidbit Tuesday but it’s Wednesday now so this is what you get!

Continuing on from this Tommy and Ravi friendship/Tommy needs saving fic.

“Hey Bobby, can I ask you a question?” Ravi asks not sure he should be bothering his captain with his, what could be baseless, concerns.

“What can I do for you Ravi? Does Buck have a clipboard in his hands again?” Bobby asks stirring the homemade sauce that is bubbling away on the stations stove.

“Please don’t joke about that Bobby.” Ravi dramatically shivers at the reminder, smiling at the joke. “You know Tommy pretty well, right? He isn’t the type of person to make plans and then ghost you is he?” Ravi asks watching Bobby sprinkle in freshly chopped herbs.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do with your life but I really don’t think dating one of your co-workers exes is a smart move Ravi. Especially when they have a bit of a messy history. I swear they were back together the other week and then they’re not.” Bobby shakes his head, he doesn’t understand how two people so right for each other have such a problem being together.

“No! God no. I. I. I have a girlfriend. Not that Tommy isn’t a good looking guy, he is. Really good looking with the jawline and the cleft. And he is really funny and caring and such a nice guy but, but, but no. No. We are friends. Just friends. I wouldn’t do that to Buck. Or Tommy.” Ravi stutters out blushing at how embarrassed he is getting over his admiration of Tommy. It’s really not like that for Ravi. Tommy is more like a cool older brother to him. “He was supposed to come to dinner with me and my girlfriend but I haven’t heard from him in a couple of days and he hasn’t texted or returned my calls. I stopped at his place before work and he wasn’t home. I know I’m probably worrying for no reason but it seems so out of character for him. Do. Do you think there could be something wrong?” Ravi asks studying the way Bobby is concentrating on him so intently.

“Ok. I believe you. Just friends.” Bobby smiles warmly before growing more serious. “There could be many reasons you haven’t heard from him, extra shifts, family emergency, sleeping somewhere that isn’t his home. I wouldn’t hit the panic button just yet but Tommy has always been reliable so I can reach out to his captain and see if anything happened on Tommy’s last shift that could shed some light on where he is.” Bobby offers and Ravi feels himself relax a little, thankful that Bobby is taking him serious even if they both know the only place Tommy would sleep is in Buck’s bed if he wasn’t in his own.

“Thanks Bobby. I know Tommy doesn’t owe me anything but we have become really good friends and I have a bad feeling that I can’t shake.” Ravi explains, there is absolutely no reason to believe anything is wrong and yet Ravi can’t help but think that Tommy needs his help right now.

NP tagging @loulou-land @iphyslitterator @fairytalegonewronga03 @theotherbuckley @fand0mfancies @mintedwitcher @quintessenceofdust88 @mustlovelou @cliophilyra @chococara25

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #my writing #my wips #Tommy and Ravi friendship

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revelboo · 6 hours ago

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How's B-127's human doing with his escape attempt? Has B-127 noticed his human's absence? I'm curious to know what will happen aaahh 😭

He’s not noticed… yet

The Coma Kid Pt 13

B 127 x Reader

• Screaming like you’re being brutally murdered, giant aliens wince and stumble out of your way in surprise. But Bee’s maybe-dad is still chasing after you, hands outstretched to try and catch you. At least no one else seems the least bit motivated to try and help him, though. And you’re just darting around, running flat out with no clue where you’re going. Until you see daylight and you sprint right for it, trying to stop and change direction when you see who’s coming in the open door, because someone up there really has it out for you.

• Startled to see you out of his habsuite and running toward him, he crouches with his hands outstretched. And you fall on your butt, roll, and you’re up and running again. In the opposite direction. And he sees Optimus try to corral you as you shriek at the top of your lungs. What happened? “It’s okay, I’m right here,” he calls out chasing after you as his spark constricts.

• Realizing this is a losing battle, you awkwardly stumble to a stop. Because the door’s closed again trapping you with your clingy alien husband and all his extended family. Or whatever they are. And hands close around you, swinging you up so suddenly you nearly hurl on him, vision graying at the edges for a second. Servos gently touch your cheek, your arms as your lovesick puppy frowns at you. “What?” You mutter, deciding to opt for jumping on the offensive since your escape attempt was thwarted.

• Were you trying to run away from him? No. That can’t be right. You’d just gotten out of his habsuite and were overwhelmed. Servos trembling slightly as he cups you to his chassis, he flashes Optimus a brittle smile. ‘Maybe we should sit down and talk,’ Optimus begins and he backs up a step with you. Knows Optimus doesn’t understand that he needs you. That you’re in love. And okay, maybe you’re still in the fence, but love takes time. He loves you enough for both of you. “Sorry, maybe later,” he says, walking backwards with you as you shove at his servos.

• And your captor is all but running with you, booking it for his habsuite. Like he’s fleeing the big bot. Maybe that’s your angle? Maybe you need to talk to maybe-dad and explain you don’t want to be junior’s little, pet spouse. One of these giant aliens has to be reasonable. Right? “Don’t worry, you’re back where you belong now,” he says, voice strained as he carries you back into his room and shuts the door behind him to trap you inside again. Skin prickling at his expression as he stares at your makeshift rope, his smile is starting to really creep you out. “You were just coming to look for me,” he adds, voice hitching. Apparently he’s opting for full on delusion, but you suppose that’s better than him overreacting. “But that won’t happen again.” Never mind.

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tarotchariotpickyourcard · 1 day ago

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Should You Move On? PAC

Not sure if something’s worth sticking it out with or not? We’ll see what your guides and the cards have to say about this situation.

This could be about a project, job, even a hobby. For anything else, see if it makes sense for you.

(lil disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only. If you have any decisions to make relating to abuse, health issues and other difficult things, please do seek professional help and signposting)

4 groups. From left to right, please pick the object that you feel most drawn to. Let yourself relax and breathe, and see which group evokes the strongest emotion or physical sensation for you. That will be your group.

GROUP 1 - BATGIRL

Right, pile one.

So we have:

3 of pentacles (r) - two of cups - TRUST - GMI - SPIRITUAL TEACHER

Instant off the bat response is to give this time. Looks like you need more information to come to a natural conclusion or understanding about what this truly entails for you and how you will benefit.

This isn’t an outright yes/no - it’s a “we know it doesn’t seem to be working, and while you may choose to leave in the end it would likely be because of more information heading your way”. It looks like you deserve to be clear about something in this.

Someone here can be experiencing a relationship that they don’t think is working out, or maybe you aren’t gelling together or working as a team as you had hoped. With trust, this could hint to trust issues. (On a personal note if this is the case, I always think “if I can’t trust them, they’ll show me. But until then, I’ll trust them.” Ya gotta have faith to see it out! Whatever it is.

Someone here might be asking about s spiritual pursuit, and regardless of the outcome here it’s showing that your involvement is so beneficial for you learning and growing as a human being. It’s the typical thing of “No matter how it figures, I have become who I am and I’m proud of that.”

Regardless of whether this is a hobby, project, relationship, whatever - there’s a spiritual undertone to this which shows its importance for you right now. This strikes me as a developmental moment. Can you trust that however it works out - it is for the best?

I know, I know. 3 of pentacles reversed really makes it seem like you’re not being met halfway with your effort, especially if this is regarding another person or group. However, you really deserve to see how this works out. To see if you were right, to see how you really feel and what you really think.

With spiritual teacher and GMI, I’m getting the idea that if this is a religious or spiritual pursuit, this is more on the side of take classes, learn a bit more and you can decide for yourself.

You just have to give it what you’ve got, as long as you have a desire to - and you deserve to see if you truly get something back.

You might be wondering what does this look like. It could look like staying with someone to see a misunderstanding through. There could be a point where you realise they are different than you thought. There could be a moment where they prove once and for all that yes, they are a jack***.

Same with jobs. They will prove, categorically to you, that they don’t value you, or you won’t get what you want.

But make sure you try, make sure you ask, make sure you see. And then you can move on with light shoulders knowing in your mind and heart.

(Ps. If you are in an abusive situation do not listen to this at all. This is not applicable to that type of situation. The answer for that will always be to seek help and strategically try to leave to a safe place)

GROUP 2 - blossom

Group 2, my partner has helped out with this one. Thank them for the million cards you have lol.

There are distractions here so that has me thinking you have a lot going on aside from this to consider, and other things calling you.

Wowwwww

We’ve got

Q of wands (r) - 9 of swords (r) - 2 of swords - 10 of wands - LET GO - YOTRP - WRITING

Right. Let Go says it all. However. All is not lost.

The cards are saying you’re on the right track. The particular thing you’re asking about seems like it’s causing you a lot of burden, stress, or indecision. There’s been a lot of back and forth on this matter to the point it’s just gotten confusing and has you wondering about your abilities.

There may have been a moment of crises, there may have been a moment that you just lost your confidence with this. Thinking, maybe it’s not for you because you’re not good at it.

Maybe this is just that while you care about whatever this is, it’s still a burden on you or more work than you deserve or can handle right now. This isn’t a reflection on how smart/good you are or aren’t. It’s just not right for you and what you need for yourself right now.

Writing could be literal. What you do could be creating written content of any kind, online, in a book, in a magazine, anything.

This isn’t what it’s saying to leave in itself.

The thing is, this particular job/role/project might not be it for you, but you’re on the right TRACK. Or, in the right SUBJECT.

So if you do something that requires writing, say, maybe you need to do a different genre.

Maybe instead of writing magazine bits, you’re called to do a novel.

It could be as simple as writing about or teaching the subject, instead of working within it in sub-roles.

Maybe instead of being an actor, you become a producer. (Like I say, the same TYPE of thing involved). Instead of photography, illustration.

It looks like you need an adjustment. It looks like you’re good at something, and you’re being guided to a more serious form of expression for it. I feel that the current thing you are enquiring about isn’t the most effective way of sharing your gift, qualities or skillset.

With 10 of wands I see you expect so much of yourself, but what do you expect of this subject?

If this is about a relationship (It seems more work oriented here but just in case) there could be things about this that has decreased your self esteem, made you feel bad about yourself or put more responsibility on you than you deserve. This is suggesting to write it all out (and burn or delete if need be) the things that you really want in a relationship. Put it next to what is actually happening. Do they match? If not, let go of the burden of holding up a relationship that doesn’t allow you to flourish and feel confident in yourself.

I think if you let this particular thing go you will experience a bit of a release, and a lot of weight off your shoulders. But remember, you have other options, and you would be good at them too!

If you’ve thought about writing, this is your sign.

GROUP 3 - JOKER

Group 3, I heard the lyrics “My mind’s telling me noooooo. But My bodyyyy - MY BODDYYYY.” lol.

So your cards are:

7 of wands - 10 of cups - CREATIVE EXPRESSION - REMAIN POSITIVE

Stick to it! Unless you reaaalllyyy don’t wanna lol.

7 of wands is endurance, defending what you’ve got and not giving your position up. 10 of cups is genuine enjoyment of the subject matter here. Remain positive suggests that you will be glad you stayed with this, there are positive feelings from you in the future. I’m getting the idea of being proud of what you do.

This seems like something you really care about, and it’s so important for your soul to be able to do this unapologetically.

Creative expression can relate to anything in the arts such a painting, writing, illustrating, making music, doodling, sharing unique ideas, photography, clay making, you name it, it’s creative. If you think it and put it out, it’s creative.

This is natural, it’s like it’s home to you. You’re not being yourself if you don’t take part in something like this. If this is a connection with a person, there’s a feeling of being home with them. If you are having interpersonal troubles, there seems like there are going to be improvements and you’re allowed to be open minded.

I honestly don’t have too much to say with this one. There are instinctual, deeper feelings to do with whatever the subject here is, and it’s important for you to take part in this or be present in the situation.

If you are finding that you have to put up a fight right now, or defend yourself, don’t despair, you will be glad and proud of who you are, or what you do.

GROUP 4 - CAT

Group 4, your cards literally flew out, you seem to have a very clear answer.

Your cards:

6 of cups - the world - TSWI - FREEDOM - CRYSTALS

You could legit work with crystals, reiki, or be interested in that.

You don’t have to move on if you don’t want to. The situation will improve, however, you honestly have the freedom to do what you want. You can have so much more, or something so different, if this isn’t fulfilling for you.

You aren’t necessarily being guided either way right now, this is kind of like a “fun zone” in your life. You are absolutely the judge in this situation, you don’t have a guide here saying “you fool, you aren’t going like I told you to”.

You really can pick and choose, the girl looks like she’s picking dolphins that pop up like picking experiences. Now is the time to just try and see how the fit is for you.

The world can hint to subjects like travel, holidays, being online, and potentially being stubborn too. Don’t let yourself stay stubborn just because you think you have an obligation to stick it out. The only obligation you have is to yourself and your well being!.

Right now the time is to have fun. You really are the master of your own experience, and you can improve things immediately by moving on (lol).

The focus is really on making your world bigger, more expansive, and experiencing new things. Think the teenager that has only known their little home town, and now they’re off to college.

(If you’re literally asking about college and the like, then maybe this is a hint to stay, as you will experience and grow very much as a person).

Just… Whatever expands your world, your life, will contribute you to developing as a person - that’s what’s most important.

I suppose that’s the answer in itself.

So, should you move on?

Literally only if you wanna. There’s no right or wrong answer, it ain’t an exam. There doesn’t seem to be high stakes attached to this particular thing. But you might wanna give it a think if you feel this is your comfort zone.

Everything is for fun and to grow.

Ummmm thanks for reading if you did, hope it helped you in your decision making.

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aleese1111 · 1 day ago

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not about trust, but fear two | ahn suho x fem!reader

summary : suho has been distant, and when his sudden disappearance turns into a hospital visit, everything she knew about him begins to unravel. as secrets and fears come to light, she’s left scrambling to understand what happened—before it’s too late.

warnings: violence, injury, coma, emotional trauma, panic, guilt, grief, medical distress, heavy angst, near-death experience, sobbing, emotional breakdown, graphic emotional pain.

author's note: is everybody okay after this one .. ? requests ,,

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the sound of her phone buzzing on the bedside table was barely audible, a distant hum over the oppressive quiet of the room. the air conditioner whirred, but it didn’t drown out the gnawing feeling in her chest. she had been texting him all day—no response. and the days before had been no different. suho had been strangely distant lately. no more late-night messages, no small jokes shared between the two of them. there was a coldness now, a wall between them that she couldn’t get past no matter how many times she reached out.

she stared at her phone screen, her heart sinking with every unanswered message. where are you, suho? she typed, her fingers trembling. i’m worried. i just want to hear from you.

nothing. no reply. not even a read receipt. just silence. that silence, so sharp and final, gnawed at her, a cold ache in her chest that she couldn’t ignore.

her fingers hovered over the screen, poised to text him again, her third attempt. please, suho. answer me.

still, nothing. the unanswered texts weighed heavier than they should have, the reality of it sinking in, piercing through the fog of her thoughts. something felt horribly wrong. it wasn’t just that he was busy. no. there was a shift in the air, a deep, unsettling presence of something that she couldn’t place but could feel in every part of her.

the unease she had been trying to ignore for the past few days grew stronger, more persistent. the worry that had clung to the edges of her thoughts now became a cold, palpable thing. it was real. she knew it in her bones. something was wrong with suho.

she couldn’t sit still anymore. after a few more minutes of staring at the blank screen, she snapped into action. she grabbed her coat and rushed out the door, a sense of urgency pushing her forward. she couldn’t wait any longer. she needed to see him.

it didn’t take long to reach his house, though the journey felt like it took hours. her heart beat erratically in her chest, a constant drum of worry that drowned out everything else. when she rang the doorbell, it felt like the world had paused, every second stretching on. his grandmother answered the door, and at the sight of her, a knot of dread twisted in her stomach.

“grandma… where’s suho?” she tried to keep her voice steady, but the tremble was too obvious to hide.

his grandmother’s face fell. the reaction was swift, instinctive. she stepped aside, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, wrinkled fingers trembling as she spoke. “he... he didn’t come home last night. i thought maybe he was just out with friends, but… he’s been gone all morning, too.”

a cold shiver ran down her spine. this wasn’t like suho. he always told someone if he was going to be late, especially his grandmother. she wasn’t used to seeing the elderly woman so distressed. her mind raced, panic creeping in.

“i… i’ve been texting him, calling him, and nothing,” she whispered, the lump in her throat growing. do you think something’s happened to him?

his grandmother’s face grew even graver. “i don’t know. but something’s not right…”

before either of them could say another word, her phone rang, interrupting the tension. she glanced down, breath catching in her throat as she saw yeong-i’s name flash on the screen.

without hesitation, she answered, trying to keep her voice calm, but failing miserably. “yeong-i? where’s suho?”

on the other end, the voice was barely recognizable. it was frantic, shaking, breathless. and that panic twisted a cold fist in her gut. “he’s in a critical condition. they’re rushing him to the hospital... i—I don’t know what happened, but he’s—he’s bad. he’s not—"

the rest of the sentence was lost in frantic sobs, and it felt like the ground beneath her feet was slipping away. she felt her knees give way, her whole body trembling. “what do you mean ‘critical condition’? what happened to him?” the words were barely audible, breaking on the edge of her breath.

“beom-seok,” yeong-i’s voice cracked, and the raw guilt in her tone made her stomach twist. “he... he did this. they fought, and we couldn’t stop it. suho... —" yeong-i’s sobs echoed in her ear, and her words became a blur of desperation. “i’m so sorry. i don’t know how it went so wrong.”

her world spun, her head heavy with disbelief. suho? in a critical condition? this couldn’t be happening. suho doesn’t get hurt. he doesn’t—

“where is he? where is suho now?” she heard herself asking, her voice breaking with the sheer weight of the fear clutching her chest.

“they’re taking him to the icu. i… i’ll meet you there,” yeong-i’s voice was a whisper, barely holding together before the call ended with a soft, broken sound.

everything around her faded. the hospital’s sterile white walls, the distant conversations, the hurried footsteps—all of it became background noise. her legs moved, but they felt detached, as if she wasn’t really there. the air felt thick, suffocating. suho’s in a coma. the words repeated, but they didn’t make sense. how? how was this even possible?

her heart pounded in her chest, the beats syncing with her footsteps as she moved through the halls toward the icu. she couldn’t process it. suho wasn’t the type to end up in a hospital, let alone in a coma. this was a nightmare.

the doors to the icu opened, and in that moment, everything stopped. a team of doctors and nurses rushed past her, pushing a gurney with suho’s unconscious form strapped in. his face was pale, almost ghostly, and covered with bruises. the beeping of the heart monitor filled the air, a constant, steady rhythm that was the only sign he was still alive.

she froze. the world around her turned to stone. every muscle in her body locked in place as her mind tried to make sense of what was before her. this isn’t real. this can’t be real.

“suho…” the name came out as a whisper, barely audible, as if saying it out loud might bring him back. she needed to believe that this was a nightmare, that any moment he would stand up, brush off the blood, and make some joke. he had to. this couldn’t be happening.

but it was.

suho lay there, battered and bruised, his body still. the only sound was the beeping of the monitor.

a sob escaped her, deep and primal. her hand reached out, trembling, as if by some miracle she could touch him and bring him back to life. but she couldn’t move. she couldn’t even breathe.

“no…” the word broke from her throat, fragile and desperate. “no, suho, please…”

her knees buckled. she dropped to the ground, her face in her hands as the tears flowed freely. she couldn’t stop. she didn’t know how. it was like the grief had ripped her open, and she was drowning in it. why couldn’t i protect him?

“suho…” she whispered again, the name like a prayer, a desperate plea. but there was no answer.

yeong-i was there beside her now, her hands trembling as she gripped her shoulders, trying to keep her upright. “you can’t go near him. they need to stabilize him,” she said softly, trying to pull her back from the overwhelming grief.

but the words didn’t reach her. the world was fading, and all that remained was suho, lying there, so still, so lifeless.

her chest heaved with each breath, as her mind raced. how could this happen? why didn’t he tell me he was hurting?

a painful cry escaped her throat, loud and gut-wrenching. “why didn’t you tell me, suho?” the words were broken, her heart shattering with every syllable. “why didn’t you tell me you were in pain? i could’ve helped... i could’ve done something…”

she squeezed her eyes shut, the weight of everything crashing down on her. he protected everyone else… but who was there to protect him?

the tears wouldn’t stop. her hands gripped her chest as she rocked back and forth, trying to steady herself, but the overwhelming grief was too much. the silence of the room felt deafening. the only thing she could hear was the relentless beep of suho’s heart monitor.

yeong-i knelt beside her, her voice gentle but firm. “you have to be strong for him. suho wouldn’t want you to break down like this.”

but she couldn’t stop. not now. not when the pain was so unbearable. the seconds stretched into eternity, the moments dragging on endlessly.

she felt as though she were drowning, suffocating in grief.

the heart monitor beeped, steady and rhythmic. suho was still here. he was still fighting. but how long could he keep fighting? what if he couldn’t make it?

“suho, please,” she whispered one last time, her voice cracking. her vision blurred with tears. she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him—of never hearing his voice again, of never holding his hand, of never seeing his smile.

the doors to the icu clicked shut, and the doctors and nurses moved away, leaving her standing there, motionless. she couldn’t leave him. she couldn’t move.

the silence filled the room, the soft beeping of the monitor the only sound. she stared at suho, her heart praying,

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luvly-writer · 1 day ago

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Aretia: Ceaelyan First

Xaden Riorson x Gamlyn! Reader

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The war room was louder than usual—voices clashing, commands flying. But Y/n’s voice rose above them all, sharp and desperate.

“They burned it.” Her fists slammed against the table, her voice cracking. “You let them burn it!”

“Y/n—” Brennan’s voice was low, warning, but she didn’t flinch.

“My home is gone!” she shouted, eyes glassy. “Our village, our people—our family. You’re telling me we’re not even allowed to go check? Not even allowed to say goodbye?”

Ridoc stood behind her, jaw tight, his entire body vibrating with rage. He wasn’t saying anything—he didn’t have to. The way his hands curled into fists at his sides said enough.

“Intel says the venin might still be nearby,” the officer replied evenly. “It’s not safe.”

“I don’t care if it’s safe!” she snapped. “That’s our home. You can’t just expect us to sit here and do nothing.”

Xaden had entered quietly with the rest of the squad, but the second he saw Y/n like that—unraveled, eyes red, breathing uneven—he was at her side.

“Y/n—”

“Don’t.” She turned away from him, voice trembling as she held herself upright. “Don’t try to calm me down. You of all people know what this feels like.”

That stopped him cold. Because he did. And so did Imogen. Garrick. Bodhi. Quinn. Every one of them bore the scars of Aretia’s ashes, of running too late, of remembering how the sky looked blackened by the smoke of everything they ever loved.

“It’s the same,” Bodhi said softly, breaking the silence. “It’s just like Aretia. And no one let us go either.”

Y/n’s shoulders shuddered at the weight of it, her throat tightening around unshed tears. “They should have warned us. They should have let us go.”

“I know,” Xaden said gently, stepping closer, but not touching her yet. “I know.”

She turned toward the window, fists clenched at her sides. “There’s nothing left.”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered. “We heard the scouts. The village… only a few homes made it. A handful of people. The rest—”

Ridoc looked like he might punch a wall, or someone, as he took a shap breathe.

Y/n shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. “That place raised us.”

“I know,” Xaden repeated. “And when it’s safe… I’ll take you there. I swear to you, Y/n. We’ll go. You’ll see it again. You’ll say goodbye.”

She closed her eyes, silent tears trailing down her cheeks, and finally let Xaden step forward and wrap his arms around her. She didn’t sob. She just leaned into him and held tight—like she was trying to keep the pieces of herself from slipping through her fingers.

The squad surrounded them, quiet, protective. Mourning with them. Because they understood what it meant to lose a home—and to not even be allowed to bury it.

That night, the Riorson estate was still, the kind of stillness that came after bad news—when even the wind outside seemed to quiet in respect.

Y/n stood in the doorway of Ridoc’s room, her arms wrapped around herself, sleeves of her black undershirt pushed halfway up. She didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t need to.

Ridoc was already sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair still damp from the shower. His eyes lifted to hers and something broke quietly between them. The bond only twins could understand—grief mirrored in each other’s eyes.

Without a word, she stepped inside and crawled under the blankets beside him, like she used to when storms scared her as a child. He didn’t question it. He didn’t tease her like he might have on any other night. He just lay back beside her, one arm coming around her shoulders.

For a while, they didn’t speak. The silence between them was heavy but not unbearable. It was shared.

“I keep seeing it,” she whispered eventually, voice rough from hours of crying. “Our house. The beach. Maelyn’s garden. The little pier where we used to race to see who could jump in first.”

“I know,” Ridoc murmured, staring at the ceiling. “I can smell the saltwater. Hear that old merchant yelling about fresh fruit.”

Y/n gave a broken laugh, the sound fragile. “We didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

“No,” he agreed softly, tightening his hold on her. “But we still have each other. That’s something.”

She blinked hard, trying to will the tears away again. “You’re the only piece of home I’ve got left.”

Ridoc turned his head toward her, his expression unusually soft. “You’ll always have me, princess. You know that, right?”

She nodded into his chest, finally letting herself breathe a little easier. In this moment, wrapped in the comfort of the only person who knew her entire world from the very beginning, Y/n let herself rest.

That night, Xaden walked past the closed door and paused. He didn’t knock. He didn’t open it. He simply pressed his hand briefly to the wood, understanding that tonight—Y/n wasn’t his to hold.

She was Ridoc’s sister first. A child of the coast. And right now, she needed the one soul who had lost the same pieces of home she had.

The sun had just begun to stretch over the horizon, painting the Riorson estate in soft, amber light. The halls were quiet—too quiet for Xaden’s liking—but he knew better than to disturb that silence right now.

He stood just outside the training courtyard, leaning against the stone wall, arms crossed as he waited. Moments later, Ridoc emerged from the west wing, hair tousled, shirt wrinkled from sleep. He stopped short when he saw Xaden already there.

“You didn’t sleep,” Ridoc said bluntly, reading him too easily.

“Didn’t want to,” Xaden replied. “Did she?”

“Eventually.”

There was a pause, heavy but not tense.

“She needed someone who remembered what it smelled like at low tide,” Ridoc said, eyes flicking out toward the horizon. “The fish market. The old inn with the green shutters. The salt in the air. We both did.”

“I know.” Xaden’s voice was quiet. “That’s why I didn’t go to her.”

Ridoc looked at him then—really looked. And though he didn’t say it, there was something like respect in his gaze. “She still loves you,” he said, as if Xaden needed the reassurance. “She just… needed to be someone’s sister last night. Not a cadet. Not your future anything. Just a girl who lost the only home she’s ever known.”

“I understand,” Xaden said. And he did.

He looked up toward the window of Ridoc’s room where the curtain fluttered faintly. “When she��s ready, I’ll be here. For whatever she needs.”

Ridoc nodded slowly. “You always are.”

They stood in silence for another moment before Ridoc added, quieter, “You should eat. You look like shit.”

A dry huff escaped Xaden’s throat. “I’ll take it under advisement, Gamlyn.”

Ridoc gave him a tired grin, the first one in days. “Good. You’ll need your strength. She’s not done fighting yet.”

Xaden nodded, the weight of those words sinking into his bones. “Neither am I.”

It was past midday when Y/n found him.

Xaden was in the empty strategy room, the fireplace crackling softly, maps spread across the table but forgotten. He stood with his back to the door, arms braced on the edge of the stone, head lowered, dark hair falling slightly into his eyes, analyzing.

She didn’t say a word—just stepped inside, quiet as the grief clinging to her skin.

He turned at the sound of the door closing, and the second his eyes met hers, everything in him stilled. No words. No breath.

Her face was streaked with dried tears, her hair, messy and undone, the faint scent of home still clinging to her—salt and wind and something fragile. For a heartbeat, she looked so young. So heartbreakingly tired.

“I couldn’t…” her voice broke before she could finish.

He crossed the room in two long strides and pulled her into his arms like the world depended on it.

Y/n collapsed against him, fists twisting into the front of his shirt as the dam finally cracked open. The sob that tore out of her shook them both, shattered his heart into pieces. Xaden tightened his arms around her, holding her like he could keep her world from falling apart if he just held her hard enough.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into his chest, voice hoarse. “I should’ve come sooner. I just— I couldn’t breathe, Xaden. I couldn’t—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, lips pressed to her hair. “You don’t owe me anything, Y/n. You never have to apologize for hurting.”

Her hands fisted tighter, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck as more tears slipped free. “It was my home. My people. And I wasn’t there.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know what that guilt feels like. But none of it was your fault.”

He rocked her gently, grounding her in his warmth, his presence, the slow rhythm of his breathing. He didn’t rush her. Didn’t tell her to stop crying. Just held her until her shaking began to slow.

When she finally pulled back, eyes puffy and red, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead.

“You’re not alone in this,” he said, voice steady and low. “You have Ridoc. You have our squad. You have me.”

Y/n nodded slowly, pressing her cheek into his palm. “I didn’t want to feel anything good again. But then I thought of you. And gods, Xaden, that scared me.”

He kissed her again, this time gently on the lips, a touch full of sorrow and love. “Don’t ever be afraid of needing me. I’ll carry the weight if you can’t. I’ll carry all of it.”

And in that quiet room, where only the fire witnessed their brokenness, she let herself believe him.

The morning sun filtered faintly through the clouds, soft and golden, casting a warm haze over the training grounds. The squad was already gathered—stretching, gearing up, exchanging tired but familiar banter.

Y/n stood at the edge of the field, her posture rigid, brows furrowed. Her uniform was perfectly in place, daggers strapped to her side, hair neatly braided with Tyrrish silks in red and gold—but her eyes were distant. Hollow.

She hadn’t trained with them in days. Had barely spoken. And yet… she was here. That mattered.

Rhiannon noticed her first and didn’t say anything—just walked up to her and held out a waterskin with a soft, knowing smile. “You’ll need it, twin blade. Bodhi’s already bragging he’s faster than you now.”

Y/n gave a small huff, a ghost of a smile pulling at her lips as she took it. “He always was delusional.”

Bodhi grinned from a few paces away. “Hey! I resent that.”

Imogen elbowed him lightly. “Good. Means it’s true.”

Violet joined her side silently, tossing a throwing dagger into the air with casual ease before handing it to her. “Missed your aim, princess.”

Y/n took it with careful fingers, glancing at him. “I missed being needed.”

“Always needed,” she said firmly, and nudged her shoulder. “Always loved.”

Across the yard, Garrick was setting up the course with Quinn, both of them stealing glances at her. When she looked their way, Quinn gave her a cheeky salute, and Garrick winked, calling out, “Hope you’re not rusty, Gamlyn! I’ve been waiting to beat you for weeks!”

Xaden stood quietly near the weapons rack, not interfering. Not pushing. Just watching her with eyes so full of silent support it almost hurt.

Y/n inhaled deeply, rolled her shoulders back, and finally stepped forward onto the field.

“I’m not rusty,” she said, voice steadier now. “You all just got lazy without me.”

A round of playful groans, cheers, and laughter erupted around her, and just like that, the rhythm of the squad began to stitch itself back together. Not whole—not yet—but healing.

And Xaden, still silent, let the corner of his mouth lift ever so slightly.

A few weeks later, they were able to finally fly over to Ceaelyn.

The wind carried the scent of salt and smoke as their dragons circled low over the coast. From the sky, Y/n could see the damage—burned rooftops, broken fishing boats, crumbled stone walls. The once-colorful market square was now half-collapsed, and the beach looked faded without the children that used to run across its shores.

Her fingers gripped Tiamats’s scales tightly as the dragon descended. Xaden’s shadow fell beside hers as Sgaeyl landed silently nearby.

Y/n dismounted before Tiamat had even fully settled, boots crunching softly against the earth she hadn’t touched in over a year. Ridoc followed quietly, his expression unreadable, but his steps mirrored hers. Together, the Gamlyn twins walked toward the heart of the village.

It was quiet. Too quiet. But then—

A door creaked open. Another. And then a voice.

“…Y/n?”

She turned.

An older man—Master Elric, the baker who used to sneak her extra sweetbread when she was little—stood with wide, disbelieving eyes. He looked thinner now, grayer, but his eyes softened the moment they found hers.

“Stars above, it is you.”

The next moment was a blur. More doors opened. More faces emerged. Children peeked out from behind their mothers. And then—

“The Gamlyn twins have come home,” someone whispered.

And it spread.

Soon, hands reached for them—weathered, calloused, gentle. She was embraced by people they hadn’t seen since they were children. A woman with tears in her eyes placed a beaded bracelet in her hand—her grandmother’s, saved from the rubble. Another handed Ridoc a handful of seashells from the rebuilt shoreline. A boy clung to her leg, looking up at her with awe.

“You really fight the Venin?” he asked.

“We do,” Y/n said softly, brushing his hair back. ��For you. For all of us.”

Behind her, Xaden watched in silence, eyes locked on the way the villagers held her, how they lit up just from her presence. She didn’t just belong here—she was hope here. She was the girl they remembered, and the warrior they now looked to.

Someone handed her a woven sash—one she had once worn during coastal festivals—and tied it gently around her waist.

“I thought we lost you,” the baker whispered, hugging her again.

“I thought I lost you,” Y/n replied, voice cracking as she leaned into him. “But I’m here. I’m still yours.”

And as Ridoc stood by her side, as Xaden approached and laced his fingers quietly with hers, she felt it.

Not closure.

But the start of healing.

After walking around some of the square, Y/n went to the beach, needing to check out something.

The sky was painted in muted oranges and purples as the sun dipped low over the horizon. The tide lapped gently against the shore, soft and steady, as if trying to erase the memories of fire and ash.

Y/n walked barefoot through the sand, Ridoc and the rest of the squad giving her space. Xaden trailed behind at a respectful distance, watching her with quiet eyes, knowing she needed this moment alone.

Her boots were discarded by the jagged rocks, and her toes curled into the familiar grain of sand. She walked down the shoreline, scanning the landscape with a heart full of hope and dread—until she saw it.

The tide pools.

Her favorite spot.

Her place for her mental shields.

Nestled between two craggy outcroppings of rock was a shallow, crescent-shaped dip in the stone where the sea always pooled, trapping tiny fish, star-shaped shells, and smooth stones. As children, she and Ridoc used to sit there for hours, pointing at the creatures, skipping stones, and pretending they were ocean royalty guarding a sacred cove.

It had survived.

She dropped to her knees at its edge, chest tightening as she stared down into the water—clear, gentle, untouched by the flames that had taken so much. Her reflection shimmered back at her, mingled with the sway of seaweed and darting silver flashes beneath the surface.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her fingers brushing the water.

“I thought this would be gone,” she whispered.

She didn't hear Xaden’s footsteps, but she felt him when he sank down behind her. He didn’t speak—he just wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder. Together, they looked down at the little pool.

“So these are the famous tide pools,” he murmured.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t cry. She leaned back against his chest, her voice trembling. “I used to come here when things felt too big. When I needed quiet. It’s like… even the sea remembers me.”

Xaden pressed a kiss to her temple. “Of course it does. You’re unforgettable.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips, barely there. She laced her fingers with his over her stomach.

For the first time in weeks, Y/n didn’t feel like she was grieving something lost. She felt like she had rediscovered something precious—something no war could take from her.

A few weeks later...

The town still bore its scars — blackened stone, hollowed frames of houses, streets that once bustled now only stirred quietly with the wind. But life had clawed its way back. Flowers bloomed defiantly in cracked earth, new beams propped up old walls, and children laughed again in narrow alleyways. The scent of the sea mixed with fresh bread and salt-dried nets, weaving something alive into what had once felt like a ghost.

Y/n walked beside Xaden, her hand in his, proudly guiding him through the parts of the village that had risen from the ashes. Troops had come after she’d insisted—no, demanded—reconstruction aid, and with it, hope had trickled back into her coastal home. She’d stood before the council with a sharp tongue and fire in her eyes, declaring, "You expect loyalty from Navarrian citizens and yet abandon them in ruin? You forget I’m not just a cadet. I am the future duchess of Tyrrendor—and I don’t forget where I come from. Neither should you."

Now, as she strolled down the cobbled main road, Tyrrish silks in her braid and sea-colored earrings glinting in the sun, people looked up from their stalls and shops—and smiled.

But not at her.

At him.

Xaden’s shoulders stiffened slightly at the attention, but Y/n squeezed his hand and tugged him gently closer.

A baker stepped forward first, wiping flour from her hands. “So this is the brooding rider who stole our girl’s heart,” she said with a teasing glint in her eye.

Y/n smiled, but didn’t deny it.

An older man leaned on his cane, nodding once at Xaden with quiet approval. “The Gamlyn twins… they were always ours. She gave us pride. You… you’ve given her a reason to smile again.”

Another woman reached up and straightened a thread from Y/n’s silk ribbon, then looked at Xaden. “You hold her heart, boy. That’s not something we give lightly here.”

A chorus of agreements rippled from around the square. Children stared at the sword on his back in awe. A few of the elders clapped his shoulder as he passed. One even muttered something about how he “better stay good to her, or the whole coast would rise up against him.”

Xaden took it all in with silent grace, but Y/n could feel the way his fingers tightened around hers. She leaned closer, whispered, “This is how I felt in Aretia.”

He looked at her, gaze softening. “I didn’t think I’d ever be welcomed like this.”

She tilted her head. “You didn’t just win me, Xaden. You protected what I love. Of course they see you.”

He paused then, standing still in the center of the square as more people smiled and went back to work—comforted by the sight of the couple who had somehow weathered the war and still held each other close. The Gamlyn girl and the Tyrrish heir. Sea and shadow.

And for once, Xaden Riorson didn’t feel like a weapon.

He felt like home.

The sky had faded into soft indigo by the time they returned to the small inn overlooking the edge of the village—the one Y/n had claimed for their stay. From the window, the sea whispered to the shore below, and the air was filled with the scent of salt and night-blooming jasmine.

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, loosening the silk tie from her braid, her expression soft and unreadable. Xaden stood by the window, arms folded, gaze fixed on the stars scattered over the sea. He hadn’t said much since they left the town square. Just held her hand a little tighter. Just glanced her way a little longer.

She looked over at him now, brushing a curl from her face. “You’ve been quiet.”

He turned his head slowly, meeting her eyes.

“I’ve never had a place… that saw me as more than my father’s shadow,” he said quietly. “Or a weapon to be used. Even in Aretia, I was the general’s son. A child to grieve after the Apostasy. But this? These people? They looked at me like… like I belong.”

“You do,” Y/n said without hesitation. “You belong with me. And I belong to them. So they’re yours too now.”

He let out a soft breath, walking over and kneeling in front of her, resting his head lightly against her knee. “You fought for them, for your village. You fought for me, for Tyrrendor. You fight every day, and somehow still smile, still braid silk into your hair, still light up every room you walk into.”

She ran her fingers through his hair gently, soothing. “They weren’t just welcoming you, Xaden. They were thanking you. For loving me.”

He looked up at her, something raw in his expression. “That’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Y/n swallowed hard, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “I’m glad you felt it. That you felt seen. Because you are. Not for what you can do. But for who you are.”

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then rested his forehead there again, eyes closed. “Thank you. For bringing me here. For sharing this part of yourself with me.”

“You’ve shared your world with me too,” she whispered. “It only felt right.”

And in the quiet that followed, filled only with the sound of waves and the warmth between them, Xaden Riorson—tyrrish duke, rebel, rider, shadow wielder—let himself feel something he rarely gave into: peace.

Because being with Y/n meant he didn’t have to fight to be understood. He simply was.

A few days - Aretia - Riorson Estate

Y/n had just returned from training, her braid loose and tousled, the scent of salt and metal still clinging to her skin. Aretia was unusually calm—cool winds rolling in from the cliffs, quiet murmurs from the kitchens, the distant flap of wings as dragons settled into the ridge.

She opened the door to their shared room, expecting to find Xaden already halfway into a report or sharpening one of his obsidian daggers.

Instead, she froze in the doorway.

He stood by the window, back to her, dressed not in his usual black leathers but in a pirate like shirt—loose and linen-soft, dyed a rich ocean-blue with cream threadwork stitched along the collar and sleeves. Traditional wear from her home. The kind her father wore on rest days. The kind Ridoc would sometimes pull on in summer.

It took her a moment to breathe again.

Xaden turned slowly, his dark hair still damp from a recent wash, and the shirt somehow made him look softer… warmer. And yet just as dangerous.

“I know it’s not black,” he teased, one brow arched as he took in her stunned expression. “But I saw it on the last run to the coast. Picked it up without telling you.”

Her throat tightened. “You—you remembered?”

He crossed the room to her, every step calm, deliberate, and folded his arms around her waist. “Of course I did. I saw your face every time you looked at the old merchants, at the shirts in the stalls. I know what it meant to you.”

She blinked quickly, a tear threatening to fall. “You wore it.”

“I’m yours, aren’t I?” he said quietly. “And that place—that culture—is part of you. So now it’s part of me too.”

Y/n smiled, eyes glinting as she traced her fingers along the collar of the shirt. “You look like a coastal lord.”

He smirked. “Then I guess I’ll need my duchess to stand beside me.”

She kissed him before he could say another word, and in that moment, wrapped in sea-colored cloth and the weight of their shared histories, they found something deeper than words: understanding, belonging, and love that honored all their roots.

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comesatimecomesashadow · 1 day ago

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frayed synapses *ೃ༄

ׂ╰┈➤ . . . you're reading part iv.

cw *ೃ༄ mentions of injuries/scars + insecurity about them, descriptions of poor mental health/social anxiety

summary *ೃ༄ with the burden of job-related stress weighing on your back, you decide to unwind at a local pub. yet instead of relaxation, you find out that your neighbor is none other than Simon RIley, a member of the military. after making the decision to clumsily ask him to have tea with you after an embarrassing first impression, you find that underneath Simon Riley's hardened, stone-cold façade, is a man who desperately seeks an end to the turmoil that plagues him.

note *ೃ༄ sorry for the late update, i was fighting demons (crippling depression), enjoy !

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“I didn’t think i’d being seein’ you after..”

“I know.” your eyes were trained on the client’s face in front of you, a calm look washed over your visage as you faced the same person that gave you the scar on your forearm. “Did you hope you wouldn’t see me again? I understand our last conversation was distressing for you.” You spoke with a welcoming tone. It made you anxious to even be in the room with them, but they were someone in need. A person with anger issues was still a person underneath.

“I.. yeah. I guess you could say that I just.. What you said made me feel like..” She mulled it over in her mind as if she was trying to find the right words to say to you. It was clear she felt remorse for her actions which was a good thing. “-like.. I don’t know, it just hurt, it made me angry that you pointed shit like that out, like it's supposed to be obvious.”

You heard her words and gazed into her guilt-ridden blue eyes. What came next made them wide, as if she’d just witnessed something completely other-worldly. “I’m sorry.” you said. With the most sincere voice you possessed, you apologized to her.

“Why are you apologizing? ..I’m the one who did that to you..!” She gestured to your forearm and a glossy layer of water covered her eyes. All you did was hand her a tissue as if her crying didn’t bother you at all — because it didn’t. It was normal, in fact, it was healthy. “I should be apologizing to you…” she muttered as she wiped her tears.

“I’m apologizing to you because I hurt you,” you said simply, “You deserve to be treated like a person, with respect and without judgement.”

“It was wrong, what I did.” She was sure of her statement but used it as more of a weapon to refute your statement than an acknowledgement.

“It was and I'm proud of you for admitting that. It's a hard thing to apologize when you’ve done something wrong- It requires a type of vulnerability that you’ve mentioned you’re not used to.” you explained her feelings to her with a soothing tone, encouraging her to keep going on in her journey. “My only job is to help you get better and I understand that confronting these types of feelings is never easy, but I want you to keep trying, alright?”

She only nodded, a few more tears slipping out.

“You’ve come a long way from where you were at a year ago. Healing is never linear and you may go back to old patterns every now and then, but it will never erase the amount of progress you’ve achieved as long as you keep trying.” She nodded again at your reassuring words but with a smile on her face this time.

“Yeah, I.. Thank you.” She clutched the used tissue and tucked it into her pocket.

You looked at the time on your watch and offered a small smile. “Our time’s up unfortunately, but I'll see you again this time next week. Alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” She got up and smiled at you before leaving the room. Once the door closed you were left standing in the cold room. With a heavy sigh, you collected your things and headed out of the old building. The prison you worked at wasn’t new, it had been around for decades but the atmosphere was anything but dreary, in fact it was quite lively. Most of the inmates knew who you were and didn’t really bother to pay much mind to you, which was perfect given how much of a recluse you were outside of your job. They never said much more than a greeting or a farewell and it was rare that they started conversations with you. You interacted more with the staff since you worked alongside them in a sense but the interactions weren’t anything special.

Needless to say, your work life was pretty mundane.

Much like your personal life — but it wasn't as if you were actively searching for something to change. You’d spent your life looking for stability and now that you had it, you were satisfied, at least that’s what you wanted to convince yourself of. Sure it got a little lonely every now and then but that was normal. You didn’t need anything else — or anyone else for that matter.

Yet when you climbed up those familiar crimson carpet stairs and were greeted by the sight of a very familiar man standing in front of the door to the flat next to yours, it made an unknown warm feeling settle in your chest. You debated on whether or not to say something to your neighbor — To Simon — but you decided against it. What if he didn’t want to speak to you? He was probably tired from work anyway. You walked up to your door and juggled the keys in your hands looking for the right one. Just as you found your house key, a gruff voice — belonging to Simon — grabbed your attention.

“Afternoon.” he greeted awkwardly.

You turned your head towards him slowly, not expecting a man — who was evidently closed off — to start a conversation with you. Sure you got to know more about him and vice versa during the time the two of you spent at the coffee shop, but nothing had changed — he was still only your neighbor, just as you were to him. Even if your heart yearned for human connection, your brain kept denying you of it. A defense mechanism at its finest, as if it was infused within you like the blood in your veins. “Afternoon.” you hastily took off your earphones to give him your full attention. Gazing upon him for a moment, you noticed the way his dark-blonde hair relentlessly shined in the dim light of the hallway. Simon’s visage carried remnants of the eyeblack he presumably used for his job, it made him look dirty and tired — but you still smiled. “Did you just get back?”

“Yeah, work n’ that.” he vaguely explained, “Sorry for leavin’ so abruptly.”

You gingerly shook your head, “S’fine, wasn’t anything too important to be apologizing about anyway.” Your eyes remained locked on his as the two of you stood in the hallway. The both of you taking in the fact that you were in front of one another once again as if it was an other-worldly experience.

“Guess so,” Simon said simply as he turned to you fully. “How’s the arm?” His eyes broke away from yours momentarily to glance at your still bandaged arm. Was he concerned about it? About you?

“Better than the last time we met,” you chuckled, “Finally got the stitches out, hurt a bit though.” Your comment made him chuckle. As a soldier, he was used to the feeling of removing stitches all too well. It took you a while to register that this was the first time you’ve seen him without his black surgical mask on. Simon’s face wasn’t littered with scars, but many of them were present — not uncommon for someone in his line of work.

“When are you gettin’ the bandages off?” he asked you, an interested lilt to his voice as he did.

“Friday this week at three. Why do you ask?” Your fingers ghosted over the bandages absentmindedly. The injury didn’t hurt much anymore but you did wonder if it would leave a scar. Simon’s eyes drifted from yours as if he was considering something but words failed to leave him.

“No reason, just askin’.”

“Alright then,” there was something off about his answer but you didn’t push. Clutching your folder closer to your chest as you inserted your key into the door and pushed it open you bid him a quiet, “Have a good afternoon, Simon.” The tall blond only nodded without a word as he watched you disappear into the comfort of your flat once more. He could burn holes into your door with the way he was intently staring at your close door with regret. Regret that despite his years, he still couldn’t form normal human connection outside of work.

The key felt cold in his hand as he pushed it into the lock, his flat felt foreign — empty. There was barely any furnishings in it except for what was absolutely necessary: a couch in the living room, a widescreen television on the wall in front of it, his bed which sat lonely in his bedroom next to a nightstand that rarely held anything in it, stools that sat bare in front of the kitchen island. . . He didn’t feel the need to decorate since he was always gone, but the bare walls and the popcorn ceiling of his apartment made him wonder about yours.

What did yours look like?

Did you have pictures on the walls? Were you the type to take care of plants? You did smell of lavender sometimes.. Was your living room lively? Was your room a silent reflection of you and your interests? There were so many questions that swirled in his mind as he left his keys hanging on the backside of the door and got settled. Questions that he hoped he’d get the answers to.

If only he had the guts to try and get to know you.

Work once again began to consume your life and you couldn’t be happier.

It wasn’t too hard to fall back into the rhythm of things after the incident. Offering tissues to clients, helping them work through their deep-seated issues, talking about their daily lives, what their lives were like before imprisonment; It was all good work. The week passed by like a flash thankfully and soon enough came the time when the bandages would come off. When your doctor had first tended to your wound she notified you that it was likely to leave a scar — Shanks made from scratch in a jail cell weren’t exactly the best thing to be cut with. At the time, you could care less as long as you were alive. Now that the familiar white strips of bandage were gone, the lighter patch of skin shone through.

You didn’t know what to think of it, to say the least.

Your eyes spent a great deal of time just gazing upon the scar on your arm after your appointment. Though the TV was on in front of you playing a random sitcom, your mind was elsewhere. The lifted patch of skin on your arm bothered you. It was like a living reminder of your stupidity — it almost taunted you with the way it stood out. A frustrated sigh made its way from your throat as you got up from the couch and threw on a comfortable hoodie.

Maybe a walk would clear your head.

You grabbed your box of toothpicks and slipped the black stick in between your lips, stuffing the box in the back pocket of your jeans as you made your way out of your flat. When you pulled the warm key from the lock and turned to walk out, you almost jumped out of your skin upon seeing your neighbor next to you. He was lucky you didn’t shriek from the surprise of it.

“Simon!” you whisper-yelled. Your hand flew over your chest as you leaned against your door to regain your composure. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Goin’ for a run.” he said simply as if he didn’t almost cause you a heart attack. “Didn’t mean t’scare ya. Sorry.” A sliver of a smile made its way onto his face. Simon was used to being intimidating because of his height and the fact that he was a high-ranking soldier. Usually, he wasn’t fazed by shocked reactions but seeing you genuinely startled by him was a little funny — considering you’d proved yourself to be extremely observant.

A deep breath settled into your lungs while you straightened up. “Is that a habit of yours?? You almost gave me a heart attack..!” Granted, you were still a little shaken but at least it took your mind off things, specifically the scar that seemed to itch endlessly.

Simon only peered down at you, a calmer look upon his face. “You ok?” his voice was as gruff as always.

“Yeah, I’m fine- you said you were going out for a run? At this hour?” Somehow, you knew how to make a conversation feel as natural as breathing which made it easier for Simon to ease into your presence. It was something he could do mindlessly with you, he noticed.

“Yeah. What are you doin’ out this late? S’pretty dangerous to be out.” The dingy light in the hallway flickered and the air was stale but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Being here, with him — talking to him — felt like a much needed release. It was astonishing how a simple exchange of words with him was akin to a taste of the finest water. You wondered how long you could preserve the stream this time.

“Guess so,” you shrugged, biting on the toothpick mindlessly with your molars, “I just needed a distraction I guess.” You adjusted yourself to lean against the wall, your vision torn away from Simon’s visage. He guessed it was something you didn’t feel like talking about.

So he didn’t ask; He only leaned up against the wall beside you. “. . .D’you wanna go on a walk?” His dusty auburn irises could see the ghost of a smile on your lips, a genuine one.

“Are you asking me to join you?”

“D’you see anyone else ‘ere?”

You chuckled, “You’ve got jokes.”

“I’ll tell ya some more if it’ll get that frown off you.” Simon snickered when he said it but you felt his words to be genuine, just masked under a joking tone. Maybe Simon had the capacity to worry for you after all, no matter how much sense it didn’t make to you. After all, you were just his neighbor.

Nothing more.

You pushed yourself off the wall and Simon followed after you. “Wasn’t frowning.”

“Was too.”

You wondered then, as you walked down the carpeted stairs beside him, if you could preserve this endless flow of natural, unfiltered, dialogue. In the comfortable silence that settled between the pair of you, the thought of keeping this night close to your heart seemed more enticing by the minute.

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friendships-are-masterpieces · 1 day ago

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I was skimming through the reylo tags this morning and saddened to see some anti reylo jargon still floating around out there. It’s hard for me to imagine that 6 years after reylo was officially made canon, it’s still somewhat controversial within the Star Wars’ landscape. Apart of me feels like it’s John Boyega’s recent comments during a fan panel, and he’s certainly entitled to his opinion, but he does not represent my own. Let me briefly explain why.

I understand it’s easy to look at reylo through a modern lens, and come to the conclusion that it’s toxic- “why would you want to support a relationship where the two leads are fighting each other?” But Star Wars has always existed more in the realm of fantasy and fairytales. George Lucas has even referred to it as a “modern fairy tale”-

“I was afraid that science-fiction buffs and everybody would say things like, ‘You know there’s no sound in outer space." I just wanted to forget science. That would take care of itself. Stanley Kubrick made the ultimate science-fiction movie and it is going to be very hard for somebody to come along and make a better movie, as far as I'm concerned. I didn't want to make a 2001, I wanted to make a space fantasy that was more in the genre of Edgar Rice Burroughs; that whole other end of space fantasy that was there before science took it over in the Fifties. Once the atomic bomb came, everybody got into monsters and science and what would happen with this and what would happen with that. I think speculative fiction is very valid but they forgot the fairy tales and the dragons and Tolkien and all the real heroes.”

When you analyze fairytales, they’re often allegorical and symbolic in nature. Beauty and the Beast for instance was symbolic about looking past what we see, and trying to understand and empathize with the person underneath. Belle doesn’t fall for the Beast initially, and for good reason. In fact, she tries to flee the castle early on, and only stays to mend his wounds when he saves her from a pack of wolves. You could certainly analyze this through a modern lens, and say what we’ve all heard before- that Belle eventually develops Stockholm syndrome, etc. However, I think applying these types of modern terms to fairytales, that exist mostly outside time itself, waters down their intended meaning. Belle does choose to stay with the Beast, but she holds her own. In return, mutual trust and respect is eventually established between them, and that creates a foundation for something more.

Returning back to Star Wars, we see symbolism plays a very important role throughout the series, including the OT and PT. Luke is introduced as a farm boy who initially holds his father in high esteem. When it’s revealed his father is actually Darth Vader, his worst enemy, it shatters him. But by choosing forgiveness over revenge, Luke finally sparks enough good in Vader for Anakin to fulfill the original prophecy. Many could look at this through a modern lens, and wonder why Luke should ever forgive his abusive and traitorous father? Why didn’t he just kill both Vader and Palpatine right then? Didn’t they deserve it? But what Star Wars does so brilliantly is Luke won by ultimately choosing not to fight. His anger and rage started controlling him, so he decided to forgive his father, because he was in serious danger of becoming him. It becomes the overall moral of the story. So, you might be wondering, what does all this have to do with reylo, and the love story of the ST?

Much like how Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker are established as separate entities, Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are established as separate. In the ObiWan series, we see Anakin refer to himself in the third person as someone who’s gone-

ObiWan: Anakin?

Anakin: Anakin’s gone. I am what remains.

ObiWan: I’m sorry… I’m sorry Anakin for all of it.

Anakin: I am not your failure ObiWan. You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker… I did.

Likewise, in The Force Awakens, we see Kylo Ren refer to Ben Solo in the same manner-

Han: Take off that mask. You don't need it.

Kylo Ren: What do you think you'll see if I do?

Han: The face of my son.

Kylo Ren: Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish, like his father. So I destroyed him.

Neither ObiWan or Han are successful, but both times it’s established that these people are lost in their own darkness, and have now become something else entirely. When Rey first meets Kylo Ren, he’s on the cusp of fully embracing the dark, but something is holding him back. He attempts to snuff out the light by killing his father, which is the exact opposite of Luke’s choice in Return of the Jedi. Han’s death only weakens him emotionally, and he’s further established as an irredeemable villain in Rey’s eyes. When they meet again in The Last Jedi, her first reaction is to shoot at him. She remains hateful and guarded, until she starts seeing cracks in his facade. This mirrors Belle’s trajectory in Beauty and the Beast, where she held her own until she saw a real person underneath. Both characters attempted to understand their counterparts, and in doing so, start to empathize with them. Rey attempts to save Ben Solo from his worst self- Kylo Ren. She doesn’t fall in love with Kylo Ren. The same could be said for Luke, but in different terms. He tried to save his father from his worst self, so he could return as Anakin Skywalker.

It’s also important to note that these stories take place during an ongoing war, with many people attempting to reason with friends, family or loved ones who are on opposite sides. There will inevitably be fighting between multiple characters, but the overall theme is that hatred tended to lead towards the dark, whereas compassion led towards the light. ObiWan loved Anakin like a brother, but nearly killed him when he got out of control on Mustafar. This eventually led to the creation of Darth Vader. Meanwhile, Luke hated his father, but still decided to forgive him, despite the threat of death. This resulted in the return of Anakin Skywalker. Rey initially hated Kylo Ren, and for good reason, but recognized there was someone else underneath. It was her compassion, empathy, and love that ultimately led to the return of Ben Solo. This is the primary moral of the story, and has been since the very beginning. It’s ultimately why Rose Tico says very plainly to Finn, but also the audience- “That's how we're gonna win. Not by fighting what we hate. But saving what we love.”

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