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lunarruled · 9 months

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Spell out your url using song titles. Then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

L - "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding U - "Ultraviolence" by Lana Del Rey N - "Never Ever" by All Saints A - "Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold R - "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons R - "Rebel Yell" by Black Veil Brides U - "Undecided" by Chris Brown L - "Laffy Taffy" by D4L E - "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison D - "Dancing Machine" by The Jackson 5

Tagged by: @luposcainus (thank you Pads!) & @myriadxofxmuses (thank you love!) Tagging: Anyone that hasn't been tagged yet!

#☾ out of fur (ooc)#☾ Dash Games #☾ had to think hard for some of these lmao #☾ thanks for the tag!#☾ enjoy everyone

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 3 months

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Here are some German specific quirks I think König would have <3

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(yes, I know he's Austrian, but the difference is really only that they talk funny and have better desserts)

♡ he HATES fans and air conditioning. Like I'm talking disdain from the deepest pits of hell kinda hate.

Ceiling fans and AC are not a thing here, and literally every German looks at it with a very disapproving look if there happens to be one somewhere.

König absolutely refuses to sleep with the fan or AC on, just open a window, Liebling!

He's so upset that he can't put the window "auf kipp" :( (pls Google it, it's so hard to explain lol) like he's crushed that he can't keep the windows "auf kipp" all day.

You have a ceiling fan? Nope, not anymore. That thing is getting taken down the minute you move in together. But if you insist on keeping it, he'll secretly cut the cable to the switch.

Everyone knows all they do is whirl around dust and make you sick! He's not having it.

König acts like artificial ventilation is his worst enemy (I agree with him) and he'd rather suffocate than turn on the goddamn AC.

♡ Sundays are strictly lazy/rest days. Nothing's open on Sundays here, so we're forced to relax and not run around like headless chickens trying to get things done.

He's absolutely baffled if you have plans to go somewhere on a Sunday. What do you mean you need to run errands? What do you mean you're going out? And if you want him to come along?? Yeah, no.

His brain stops working. After the many years he's been alive, not once has he gone somewhere on a Sunday that wasn't his Oma's house for Kaffee und Kuchen.

You're not going anywhere. Plans are canceled, and you better spend the day on the couch with him.

♡ König probably misses all the beautiful old architecture Vienna has to offer. You don't quite appreciate it as much when it's just there all the time, but now he wishes he could quietly people watch in the city center :(

In my mind he's a bit of a history nerd, so he probably frequented museums and castles, admiring the delicately sculpted ceilings and wondering how people lived back then.

He'd be most fascinated by the masonry work done on the outside of most buildings. I mean, that's stone, but it's so smooth and carefully crafted.

♡ there are some very weird sayings in German that you just can't translate because they don't make sense. König is sick of having to awkwardly try to explain what they mean after he's been caught muttering one under his breath, only to realize halfway through that he looks like a maniac.

German is a very literal language, and I think he misses speaking it. We have very specific words for some things and he probably struggles to talk in English sometimes purely because the words he wants to use just don't exist.

(I'm very upset they didn't give him an Austrian accent bc it's one of my favorites, but I can also confidently say that I think he wouldn't be taken seriously at all if he had one lmao)

♡ König goes on random ass walks sometimes. Where's he going? On a walk. No, like where is he going? HE'S GOING ON A WALK.

There's no destination, you just walk. No matter the weather. Ya walk until you feel like you've walked enough. (A very German experience and I hate it)

♡ dreams of his Oma's Kaiserschmarn (me too, König, me too.)

It's basically a giant pancake that you tear into little pieces (traditionally, it has raisins too, I think) and you eat with either cinnamon sugar or applesauce (or both) and you will drift up to heaven.

It's warm, it's fluffy, it's sweet;

It's perfect for a gloomy Friday afternoon spent with his Oma and Opa 🥺

(Can you tell that I'm projecting)

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"Auf kipp" is a very specific window position where only the bottom two hinges stay attached so you can tilt the window towards you and a little crack is open so you can always have fresh air!

"Oma und Opa" grandma and grandpa, which he loves so much, undoubtedly.

"Kaffe und Kuchen" basically tea time. You get together and eat cake and have coffee! Mostly on the weekends :)

"Kaiserschmarn" what dreams are made of.

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fakeuwus · 7 months

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GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#fakeuwus #jake fic #jake enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun #enhypen au #enha #fanfic #fem reader

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chaotic-on-main · 8 months

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hi sky can i also pls order a rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge?? or if you're outta hot fudge I could definitely take some chopped nuts?? canon pls if possible but no worries if not!!!

Order up!! One rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge for El!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Erwin Smith x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ one bed, canonverse, pre-commander Erwin (actually freshly scout initiate Erwin), light fluff, angst (if you squint but you don't need to squint that hard I'M SO SORRY)

☾ A/N ➼ HI EL! I'm so sorry this took forever also sorry that I did Erwin's instead of Miche's but I'm working on that next, I swear!! Canonverse one bed can be hard but I think I made it work out. This became a lot sadder than I initially planned but like, there's hope?? And it's kinda sweet?? But like, knowing what you know for the last half of season 3 :| yeah. I'm sure it's fine a;lsdkjfa;lskjf this is the second time where I've written canon and alluded to the shitshow that happens later as;ldfj ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for sending in a request!! I'm excited to hear what you think. :3

Edit: coming back here to say that I had this exact request sitting in my inbox from El for the longest time and I'm glad you requested it again when I had the creativity and confidence. It still has to do with a tent and a bedroll and one bed, but hopefully this twist was okay lmao. I'm still laughing at my typo with typing right as write akjfksnfmd

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k

It would figure that your first ever expedition would turn into a disaster. Not because of any titan's doings, which is what you would assume would have happened. No, instead of facing an early death, you find yourself dealing with a ripped tent and a torrential rainstorm. Everything you brought with you, including your spare clothes, were soaked through. Nothing was spared from the wrath of the dark skies.

This is why you're marching to the only person you know well enough out of the entire legion that was sent forth on this expedition – Erwin Smith.

Fresh out of the cadet corps, it was a no brainer that Erwin would join the scouts. You were quick to follow, but not because of him per say. You also shared the drive for knowledge on what was out there and a way to cure the sickness that ails humanity – the titans. Both of you begged for any answers and the only way to get those answers was to go beyond the walls, no matter what it took.

For these reasons alone, you and Erwin found friendship in each other easily. But because of those same ideals, you were both very isolated. That isolation was relished between the two of you, though, as it made you closer.

Erwin's tent is now in arms reach and you don't hesitate to scratch at the canvas to get his attention. It was still early in the night, you assumed, so there was a high chance Erwin was still awake. As the cold rain falls around you, dripping down your face and soaking your clothes, you wait impatiently for your friend.

Eventually, a head pops out of the slit of the tent, ocean blue eyes searching until they fall on the figure in front of him. There's a little grimace at first until he realizes it's you, and then it's replaced with a dazzling smile. Bushy eyebrows shoot up his forehead as he takes in the state of you.

“What are you doing out in the rain? Go back to your tent and dry off.”

“I would love to do that but something happened and now there's a giant hole in my tent. Nothing is salvageable. Can I stay with you?” You wrap your arms around your stomach to hold yourself closer for warmth, but there's none left. Your teeth have started chattering at this point.

“Of course, get out of that rain. You'll catch a cold.” Erwin pulls up the flap to give you allowance into his dimly lit tent. Instantly, a burst of warmth blows onto you and you don't have to be told twice. Erwin's tent isn't large by any means, especially considering how much space he takes up already. You find yourself brushing up against him as you scuttle your way into the warm space – you completely miss the way he freezes up for a second as you do.

“Did you bring any spare clothes?” Erwin asks as he ties the tent flaps back together. The rain brought cold wind which made the canvas shudder from the force. You knew Erwin well enough to know he had staked his tent down well, but you still can't help but worry.

“They were ruined as well. I brought my pack but again, nothing was salvageable and it all needs to dry.” You say through chattering teeth as you rub your hands up and down your arms for extra heat. Your pack in question hangs loose on your back and is currently dripping the same amount of water that drips off your shaking frame.

Erwin turns around to take in the sad sight of you, his eyes downturned in concern. You now notice he was in his underclothes, almost ready for bed. His bedroll is spread out next you, which was unfortunately being splattered by rainwater as it drips to the ground.

“You can use some of mine and we'll hang your clothes to dry, okay?” He holds his hand out for you bag which you hand over happily through shaking fingers. You were chilled straight down to the bone.

As he digs around your bag for your extra clothes, you take this moment to look around his cozy space. The bedroll you've already seen, but off to the side is his pack and a dim lantern, and right next to it are a few journals and books. One is half open with a pencil sticking out of it as if he was taking notes in the margins – which you would not put past your bookish friend.

“Okay, you can grab the spare I have in my bag. I'm sure they'll be too big, but it's better than nothing. I'll step out for a second so you can get out of those clothes.” Erwin mutters as he turns to you waiting for an answer. You furrow your eyebrows back.

“So you can get wet too? No way, just. Turn your back or something.” You flap your hand dismissively. The dim light coming from the corner makes it hard to see his face, but if you could you'd notice a very prominent pink flush that starts creeping from his neck into his cheeks. He stutters an agreement and does what he’s told.

Without hesitation, you start stripping. It’s extremely hard to do because not only do you have complicated leather straps to unbuckle, every fabric clung to your skin. Eventually you're able to pull it all off and drop them to the ground with various ‘splat' noises – even your undergarments. Your teeth chatter even harder now as your exposed skin meets the cool, moist air. You trusted Erwin enough to know he wouldn't peek nor do any funny business, but you can't help the heat that burns in your cheeks at the vulnerable position you were in.

As you start rummaging in his pack, you notice he had the bare essentials as well as two other books. You raise an eyebrow at it all as you pull out his white button down – folded neatly of course.

“Did you even bring any rations with you?” You half-joke as you tug Erwin's shirt over your head and down your body.

“I did. Enough for the expedition, of course.” He chuckles, knowing damn well you were poking fun at his books.

Due to the massive height difference, his shirt is practically a dress on you as it falls a little under your butt. You already knew his pants weren't going to fit but you still pulled them on just to see. It was almost comical how easy they fell down your legs. With a soft huff, you step out of the uniform that pooled at your feet and tug your underwear back on. Wet was better than being exposed.

“Everything okay?” Erwin asks, still with his back turned to you.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Your clothes are just so big. I'm done, by the way.” You say as you straighten back up after tucking his things back into his pack.

“Better than being wet.” He turns back around, those eyes of his sparkling in the dim flames. They glance down to your bare legs for a second before jumping back up to your face. There's an obvious blush across his pale cheeks but you pretend not to notice.

“Yeah, that's fair.” You sigh as you sit yourself down on Erwin's bedroll. The leather is soft against your exposed legs which you cover quickly with the thin fleece blanket provided. It's considerably less cold, your teeth finally at a standstill.

“Erwin, are you sure this is okay? I don't want to impose.” You watch as Erwin lowers himself down next to you, half on the bed. You scoot over so he has room and he follows suit – still partially off the cloth but not as bad.

“Nonsense. And leave you sopping wet? Don't be dumb.” He gently knocks into your shoulder with his own, a low chuckle rumbling out of his chest.

“Well, thanks. I don't have to take the be-"

“Don't even think about it. I don't need one, you take it. Besides, you're the one that got drenched, not me. Your body heat needs to get back to normal.”

You don't answer back to that. Erwin Smith, the chivalrous knight as always. As the heavy raindrops hit the top of the tent, you find your thoughts drifting back to when you and Erwin first met – back in the cadet corps.

“What do you think is out there?” You ask quietly, watching the lantern-lit shadows dance against the inner tent walls.

“Freedom, I hope. An elixir to humanity. More answers to questions that haven't been asked yet.”

“Hm. Do you think we'll ever live to see those questions answered?” You look over to your friend as he meets your gaze, eyes softened as they bounce around your face.

“We have to. Or at least, we have to hope for it. That's all we can do.” His lips twitch into a smile.

“What do you think Nile is up to?”

“Doing his best to look out for the people, I suppose. As much as I think he would have made a great scout, I'm glad he's there. He'll be able to keep people in line effectively.” His shoulders bounce from soft laughter, no doubt thinking back to the shenanigans Nile had to save you from time and time again.

“You know, before we left I heard word that he was thinking about marrying Marie.” You mutter, looking away and back to the canvas walls.

“Yeah, I did too. I sent him my best regards.”

Distant thunder cracks above as the wind starts to pick up a little more. You bite back what you really wanted to ask but found your curiosity winning over, as it always did. Something you think will never change despite the trouble you've gotten into over the years.

“Do you regret not staying for her?”

“No, it wasn't going to work out anyways. Besides, our lives have bigger purposes. I wasn't meant to settle down, I don't think.” Erwin responds back faster than you thought, clearing any doubts you had for him.

“So you don't think you'll ever get married?”

“With this line of work? I'd have to retire first.” You laugh at that, trying to picture what an old retired Erwin would look like.

“I think I'd like to. But not until we get answers, of course.” You say quickly, giving him a quick glance. Answers were all you and Erwin ever wanted when it came to the decision of joining the scouts.

“Then that means we need to push even harder, doesn't it?” A yawn escapes you as he finishes his sentence, and he raises a bushy eyebrow at you.

“You should get some rest, you look drained.”

“What about you? There's not a lot of room here.”

“It'll be fine.” He sounds so nonchalant but the blush on his face that no doubt mirrors yours says otherwise. You're suddenly hyper aware that you're only in a shirt and underwear.

“Fine, but no funny business, Mr. Smith.” You narrow your eyes playfully before sliding yourself lower onto the leather until you're fully lying down. Always the knight, Erwin lies down too but gives a good 6-inch clearance, enough that you know he's half off the bedroll again.

“Thanks, Erwin.” You mumble before closing your eyes, the smell of cedar wafting into your senses – something that always came with Erwin's proximity. You're drifting off before you know it, straight into dreams about your younger cadet years.

As you sleep, you of course are not aware of Erwin's careful gaze as your breathing becomes heavier with every passing minute. The way your eyelashes flutter as your eyes move around in your dreaming state. How your cheeks and bottom lip puff out, tinted light pink. Erwin hopes that somewhere out there, there's a world where he could settle down. And hopefully it was you that he was with.

“Commander Smith?” A soft voice brings Erwin out of his memories and into the present where a young boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes stares at him.

“Ah, yes. Sorry about that. You were saying, Arlert?” Erwin sits up in his bed, using his remaining arm to push him into a better position. The throbbing pain that radiates off his right side is ever present, but not as white hot as it was before. It was nothing he couldn't handle. What did weird him out was the feeling of his fingers that were no longer there.

“Forgive me for being so bold to ask, but is something bothering you Sir?” Armin shifts nervously in his chair, the wooden frame creaking from under him.

“Aside from the missing arm?” Erwin chuckles darkly. He notes the wide-eyed disposition of the cadet in front of him, expression full of worry. And… a little bit of underlying excitement. “I'm fine. You just remind me of someone I knew, is all.”

“O-oh. I hope that's a good thing?”

“It is. I think they would like you. But about the basement? You had theories about what might be down there?”

“Yes! Well, I was thinking…”

Erwin watches young Armin Arlert as he rattles on, not being able to stop the string of thoughts of how much he missed you and wished that you were still here with him. How much you would have loved to learn the secrets of the walls and what might lie beyond. What you would have said to Erwin after he quietly whispered over to you, ‘told you so.’

There's an unspoken promise made to you that he would do what he could to learn everything so that when he saw you again in the afterlife, you would get to know as well.

I don't have a lot of Erwin girlies that I know of but I know @bita-bita likes him so uhhh here! Also @melodyuzumaki and @elnyrae just for good measure.

#sky's summer event #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin smith x gn!reader #erwin x gn!reader #fluff #angst #one bed #one bed trope #asks #answered #el.moots

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orchidniins · 2 months

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thanks for clarifying if you wrote for a male reader, not many do so i always ask first lmao

if it's not too hard, could you try some headcannons for m reader dating chrismd? if not then gender neutral is fine haha

Dating Headcanons | Chris Dixon

A/N: I tried a ChrisMD x Male Reader (Though other than the first few points, the rest are mostly gender neutral) and I hope I did your request justice, especially with my writers block this week. Like I really tried and this was my first attempt at writing headcanons. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: ChrisMD x Male!Reader Word Count: 700+

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Your first date started off a bit awkwardly, with nervous laughter and hesitant conversation. "Well, this is going swimmingly," he quipped, breaking some of that tension and drawing a genuine laugh from you. From that moment on, it felt like you two had known each other your whole lives.

Chris embodies the golden retriever energy in your relationship - always eager, affectionate, and loyal.

The sweetest boyfriend.

As confident as he seems at first glance, if you flirt with him or make a cheeky comment, he's easily get flustered and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

Always goofing around.

He’s definitely the playful type and always lightens the mood. His humor and playful banter keep things fun and lively. There’s never a dull moment in your relationship.

You can't help but adore him for his genuine and caring nature.

Chris is always there for you in serious moments as well, ready to offer support and comfort. He'll drop everything to listen to you and provide you the comfort that you need.

Chris loved to surprise you with thoughtful little gestures, especially if you were having a stressful week at work.

Whether it's planning a romantic dinner, arranging a surprise weekend getaway, or surprising you with tickets to events or shows that you loved, he always treated you well.

He absolutely loved the sight of your genuine surprise and happiness whenever he did something thoughtful for you. Seeing your smile light up your face made every effort worth it.

When Chris told his friends about you, they were thrilled to see him so happy and excited that he found someone he liked as much as he liked you.

His friends always joke about how they prefer to hang out with you instead.

You get along well with his friends, so you know his viewers absolutely love seeing you on screen and enjoy the banter you have with everyone.

If you play football, he'll beg you to be in his football videos just to show off how cool his boyfriend is.

He'll playfully tease you on screen, and you're always ready to fire back with your own witty comebacks.

His love languages are definitely physical touch and quality time.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for you. Whether it's binge-watching shows, cooking together, or just enjoying each other's company.

Cute clingy boyfriend who wants to be around you always. From hugs and kisses to cuddling on the couch, he craves your touch and affection.

While he may hold back on public displays of affection knowing you're not too keen on it, Chris can't help but entice you with subtle gestures like brushing your hand against his or putting his arm around your shoulder when you are sitting down.

However when you're around people you know, Chris is glued to your side, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist.

He loves to be close to you, his hand always finds its place on your thigh when you two are sitting.

He's also a bit possessive and can be jealous, especially when he sees someone else showing interest in you.

If he senses someone flirting with you or getting too close, he subtly asserts his presence. You'll feel him wrap his arm around you a little tighter or pull you even closer to him.

It's endearing to see him protective of you.

He loves classic nicknames, often calling you "handsome", "love", or "darling".

His kisses are perfect perfection...a blend of sweetness and passion. There's an undeniable intensity beneath the surface.

He also loves to pepper kisses all over your face and neck, his lips lingering on every sensitive spot.

He wants to make sure that you know how much he loves you. And is always saying "I love you."

Absolutely the bestest boyfriend.

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A/N: Thanks again to everyone who sends in requests. I appreciate all of you so much. Check out my other fics here.Requests are open…or just drop in for a chat! 😊

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stevenssacrab · 6 months

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Pathetic

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Summary: Steven forgets a vital anniversary dinner, and a fight ensues, both of you saying things you'll regret, and when you truly learn what life is like without Steven, he returns

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Depressed reader, arguing, reader and Steven being very mean to each other

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: First fic ever! Hope y'all like it, I worked very hard on it and overthought a lot of course lol. I'm open to suggestions on how I can improve, please be nice though I'm a sensitive girl, I will cry about it lmao

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It started with something minor: Steven forgetting to put his clothes in the laundry basket, not putting his dishes back, or something as simple as not using a coaster on the coffee table. Usually, you would brush it off, but today was the breaking point; Steven had forgotten your anniversary dinner.

You waited for hours, but after a few hours, you knew he wasn't coming home anytime soon. After a certain point, you didn't see a reason to still be dressed, changing into one of Steven's hoodies, missing his calm scent. You decided to heat up some disappointing leftovers compared to the lovely dinner you thought you'd be enjoying by now; you were cleaning up the kitchen when you heard the front door open. Sighing deeply, preparing yourself for the argument you knew was coming.

Steven's heavy footsteps are heard sauntering towards the kitchen, each step making you more anxious than the last. He rounds the corner, not even meeting your eyes, just tossing his lunch back into the fridge.

"Well?" you said, clearly annoyed that he hadn't spoken a word since walking in.

"Well what Y/N?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, already at his wit's ends

You scoff, smiling in disbelief. "Honestly, Steven, do you even know what day it is today?" a not-so-subtle dig at his current mental state. Steven looks up at you pitifully, clearly not wanting to fight, but you're way past that. "Steven, we had dinner planned tonight," voice a little louder than intended. "Can't you just get your head on straight for one day and remember our plans?" you say, throwing your hand towel on the counter; you walk around the kitchen island, not breaking eye contact.

"Y/N, please, I don't wanna do this today; Donna was on my ass all day; I really can't do this right now."

"Steven you do this every time, anytime I want to talk to you, you never have time for me." throwing your hands up in frustration.

"Y/N" he says, warning you; he looks into your eyes with an intensity you've never seen before

"No Steven! Why do you alwa-"

"STOP!" he booms loudly, slamming his fist on the counter. "Do you ever stop!? It's never enough for you," he says, stepping closer to you, looking down at you, making you feel 2 inches tall. "Do you think you're the only one trying?" he says with venom laced in every word. "How about the little effort you put in, and I'm always the one in the wrong?" stepping even closer, slowly backing you into a corner.

You've never seen Steven this angry; he's usually so sweet, caring, and understanding; seeing him like this was terrifying.

"Stev-" you squealed out.

"NO Y/N! YOU LISTEN TO ME, ALRIGHT" he hissed out, eyes wide and body tense. "I've had enough; I'm never gonna be enough for you, am I?" he barked, lowering his head.

"I can't do this anymore; I'm done," he said quietly. He was looking down at the floor, avoiding your eyes once again.

"What?" you asked, afraid of the answer, reaching out your hands to hold him, but he only swats your hands away.

"I'm done; I can't do this anymore. You're pathetic," he declared, looking at you as if you were the scum of the earth.

"Wait, Steven, please just listen to me," you pleaded, following behind him as he headed out the door. "STEVEN!" you cried, tears rolling down your face.

Steven starts his car, ignoring your cries, pulling out of your driveway, tears threatening to boil over.

You just stood in the doorway, watching him drive away, in denial that this is happening. Could this really be the end? You think back to all the times you complained to Steven that he was never doing enough for you, that he never had time for you, accusing him of never loving you. You slowly close the door, knees finally giving out from under you, wondering how they've kept you up this long; you pull your knees to your chest, holding onto them for dear life. You let out a sob that you're positive your neighbors could hear, but that was the least of your worries.

You don't know when, but at some point, you went to bed; when you woke up, you had almost forgotten what had happened, and more tears filled your eyes at the thought of never seeing Steven again.

You reached for your phone, attempting to call Steven. It rang once and went straight to voicemail, "he's avoiding me," you admitted sadly. "Hey, this is Steven. You know what to do, later gators." You smiled at Steven's cute little phrase, recalling every time you ended a call with him. Mentally scolding yourself for letting something so beautiful go, someone who loved and cherished you wholeheartedly.

The past few days have been debilitating; everything reminds you of Steven; every thought leads back to Steven, and all roads lead back to Steven. Food has tasted bland, flavorless, and unpalatable; you stopped craving food after the first day, eating strictly for your survival and well-being. All the color has left the world, leaving everything dull and achromic; every conversation has been quick and compressed, not having the energy to carry out an entire conversation or participate in society. Everyone around you has noticed you're less cheerful than you used to be, and everyone has physically pointed it out to you.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem kinda down?" Or "Did something happen?"

It's been driving you crazy; yes, you know you're depressed. Why must everyone point it out as if you don't feel it yourself? It's made you very snappy at everyone, chewing out anyone who dares to ask; word got out that you and Steven broke up, then started the looks of pity. Any time you met anyone's eyesight, they would give you a glimpse of sympathy and a sad smile; you almost preferred them asking if you were okay over the pity smiles and whispered conversation when they think you're out of earshot.

Today was your day off. Luckily, on these days, you choose to lay in bed all day, looking at old photos of you and Steven and weeping when it all becomes too much.

You were lying in bed when you heard your doorbell ring; you groaned loudly and crawled out of bed; you sighed deeply, not mentally prepared to have a conversation with someone right now. You throw open the door, already annoyed at whoever is at your door; you look up and see Steven standing in front of you, not looking any better than you, to your surprise.

"Hey," he uttered, looking at the ground. "Can we talk?" he said, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he says when you don't answer.

"Y-Yeah, come in," you utter, stepping back, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.

"Thank you," he said, walking up timidly, nodding his head shyly, stepping quickly, afraid you might change your mind; you're blinking your eyes to make sure he's actually in front of you and not hallucinating.

He sat on your gray couch, shifting every few seconds and running his sweaty palms on his pants, notably very uncomfortable. You walk around the sofa and sit in a loveseat across from him, afraid he'll leave if you get too close.

He clears his throat before speaking. "I-" he stutters out, not knowing where to begin; he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.

"Y/N, I know I've said some truly awful things to you, and I deeply regret what I've said; I feel awful how everything played out, and there were much better ways to redirect my emotions and not take them out on you. My actions are unforgivable, and I take full responsibility. In the future, instead of lashing out unfairly at you, I will do my best to communicate properly and not keep how I feel buried inside. I understand I can't fix everything, but if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for my mistakes and make things right." He said, voice cracking, and cleared his throat awkwardly, folding the paper and putting it into his back pocket.

You are stunned, not knowing what to say; you play with your fingers nervously.

"Oh, Steven," you say, gently grabbing his hands and moving next to him on the couch. Steven tightly grips your hands, scared you'll slip through his fingers.

"I feel like I should be apologizing to you, sweetie," you say softly, raising your hand to cup his cheek. Steven, smiling softly at the affectionate name, leans into your touch, gently grabbing your hand and kissing the palm. Your cheeks heated up slightly at the display of affection.

"I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am." You blinked away the tears. "I took you for granted, my love; I promise you as long as I live, I will treat you like the king you are," you say, looking deep into his dark brown eyes. Steven's eyes fill with tears; he pulls you into a tight hug, letting the emotion take over as he lets out a sob, hugging you tighter than before.

You caress Steven's back and let him cry. "I'm so sorry Y/N" he whimpered, body shaking violently.

"It's alright, my love." You pull back, meeting Steven's eyes.

Steven pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding onto you as if his life depended on it; you grip his shirt and pull him in to deepen the kiss, your heart beating out of your chest; you roam your hands on his chest and stomach, sliding your cold hands underneath Steven shirt. He gasps softly, pulling away from you.

"I love you Y/N" he says confidently, never being more sure in his life.

"I love you too Steven."

#moon knight #moon kingdom #steven grant #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac fic #marvel #marvel smut #marvel x reader #steven grant hurt/comfort #steven grant angst #steven grant fluff #jennys.work

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Stories To Be Told: PART 16

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: no, this story isnt anywhere near over yet ya'll. i've got a lot parts planned past this. we're goin to winter solstice bABY-

also, what a relief this part was for me to write, goddamn. slow burns are so damn slow when i write them lmAO-

*also, the next chapter will be a bonus chapter w/ y/n's canon backstory, and a bit of angst regarding Azriel :D

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I passed out that night only because of the pure exhaustion that had settled into my bones when I wasn’t doing things anymore. No more thoughts. No more pain.

At least, until I woke up gasping from a nightmare. It was a dream of Rainne’s passing. When the Night Court patrol found us just over the border, carrying weapons and attacked without warning or regard. Rainne had died. This dream, I hadn’t fought back as they tried to take me down.

“Y/N?!” Called a voice through the door. Azriel.

I instinctively rose to my guard, anger filling my veins and putting a sour expression on my face.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Azriel asked, not entering.

I turned my head away, curling my knees to my chest with an unhappy groan. “I’m fine Azriel,” I spat.

“Can I come in?” He requested.

I don’t know what prompted me to say what I said after that. Just some innate instinct, running off the nightmare’s adrenaline and anger rushing through my veins. “What, so you can pretend to care again?!” I yelled back, standing up and marching over to the door. I slammed it open, glaring daggers at the male on the other side who was just in his night clothes.

His expression turned confused. “What? Y/N- I’m not pretending, why would you think that?”

My lips curled into a snarl. “It’s not that hard to see Azriel. Anyone could tell you’re just doing this because you feel your obligated by some male instinct or something-”

“Y/N,” Azriel said, cutting me off with a sharp look. “Y/N, I’m not-”

He paused, continuing after a moment of thought. “Is that why you’ve been getting defensive since walking in Velaris? You think I’m doing this because I don’t genuinely care about your wellbeing?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. Some of the fight drained from me just from those words. Was Azriel lying again or was he telling the truth? Cauldron, I didn’t have a damn clue. It was too much to keep wondering every 5 minutes with this. Too much to keep wondering when the truth would come up. After all, it would, right? It did in the camps, it did with many other scenarios-

“Stop,” Azriel ordered, voice soft and gentle like a warm summer breeze. “Y/N, I care so much. I want you to get better, to heal, to never know the feeling of a hand coming down against you. I care more than you might ever know. Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking I’ve been lying-”

“You have been, haven’t you?” I fired back, my throat constricting with each and every one of his words. Lies, right? Lies. They had to be lies.

“No, no I haven’t. I haven’t been lying, Y/N,” Azriel placated. “What made you think this? Who?”

“No, you are lying,” I accused, taking a step back. “You don’t care- I’m- You can’t care. You can’t care about someone like me.”

His expression fell, softening every little sharp edge. “Stop telling yourself that. I can care for someone like you. You’re amazing, brave and strong. So incredibly strong. I admire how strong you are, you know?”

I shook my head, backing up more and glancing behind me automatically to see my escape routes. The window, I thought immediately.

“Y/N. Y/N, I’m not lying,” Azriel wasn’t moving, he was just standing before the frame of the door, watching me. I still couldn’t quell the need to get out-

“Please,” he begged. I paused, meeting his hazel eyes. “Please stop. You-” He shook his head, looking down. “Stop… believing that you aren’t worthy, or don’t deserve someone to care about you. You deserve people to love, and care for you. What about Nesta? Emerie? Gwyn? What about them? Cassian tells me they’ve claimed you as sisters. Do they care for you? Do you believe they care?”

I swallowed, glancing at the window again. I was so close. Just opening it in a practiced maneuver and then leaping out would be my escape-

“Please,” Azriel said again, stepping forward now. “Don’t run. Don’t run again. Believe me when I say this, even if you don’t trust me, people do care for you. I do, Nesta does, hell- even Cassian does! Rhys does! Feyre does! There are people who care about your wellbeing Y/N! Stop- stop lying to yourself.”

He kept taking small steps toward me. I put a hand out, breaking my mask of anger immediately as I went to cower, stepping back toward the window.

“I-” I choked on my words. I took one last glance at Azriel before letting out a broken whimper and falling to my knees with my face buried in my hands and wings moving forward to curl around me, hiding me from the world.

I heard a thump just in front of me and I flinched away.

“Y/N,” Azriel said softly, a whisper. “Y/N, look at me?”

Just a gentle request. Tears had begun to flood my eyes, sliding down my cheeks when I lifted my head to look at Az who had kneeled down with me. I folded my wings back only a fraction just to see the shadowsinger in front of me. He smiled reassuringly.

“Hey, it’s okay, alright?” He said gently, reaching a single scarred hand in my direction, low to the floor. “I understand that feeling.” He lifted his hand as if showing it off. “After all, how could someone care about someone who’s killed so many? Some innocent, some guilty. Or someone just as scarred as this?”

I shook my head immediately, protesting. No, he deserved to be cared about- he was cared about. I’d seen him interact with his brothers in arms, and everyone else in the Inner Court. People cared for him. And he wasn’t any different for killing people. After all I’d-

I paused there. I’d done the same.

“Yeah, you were about to fire back at me that I do deserve it, right?” Azriel asked. I nodded slowly, wiping one of my eyes that’d gone blurry from my tears. “So why do you not deserve it, angel?”

I swallowed, not responding.

“I do care,” Azriel said, carefully picking over his words. “I care when you’re hurting, when your mind refuses to shut up, when you can’t get a grasp on reality, when you have a nightmare- I care, alright? Get that through your pretty little head.”

I didn’t have enough energy left in me to cock a brow at the pet name or the fact he’d just called me pretty. Just add it to the growing list of things that he'd called me I suppose.

“You understand?” He prompted, daring to scoot just an inch closer. “And know it’s not just me, alright? You ask Nesta and I bet she’ll plan some mental health break day like she did with Emerie a few years back.”

I nodded, taking a shuttering deep breath as I wiped away the tears in my eyes again. I pulled back my wings more, settling them comfortably behind me. Azriel reached forward with one of his hands and very gently wiped away the tear tracks on both my cheeks. I looked up at him, shocked.

“You aren’t a burden, you matter, alright? I care.”

I nodded, moving to sit on the floor instead of on my heels.

“Is there any particular reason you’ve been thinking this? Or is it just…” Azriel trailed off, as if unable to come up with the proper word to explain what he was thinking.

My voice was raspy and broken as I replied. “I had a dream.”

He raised a brow, forehead scrunching up into wrinkles. “What happened in it? If you’re comfortable sharing.”

I felt my body shake, exhaustion kicking me hard in the head. “I was in Rainne’s cave… there was a dagger stabbed through it. And then you- you walked in with Cassian. You… you said…”

He grabbed my hand in his, squeezing it just like he did when we walked through Velaris.

“You said I should’ve been clipped, and that I was useless and needy.”

His face fell. “Angel…” Azriel cooed gently. “You are none of those things. Can I go kill my dream self? Just for those words?”

I chuckled a little, a small smile appearing on my face.

“There’s that smile I was looking for,” Azriel said proudly. “You are not useless, no. You train those females when I’m gone, right? And did such a good job they like you more than me now. And you’re nowhere near needy, and even if you were, there’s nothing bad with needing things. It’s normal, it’s healthy. And don’t for one second ever think you should’ve been clipped. That-” He cut himself off. “If you hadn’t already claimed that asshole's death blow, I would’ve ripped him to shreds already.”

My gaze fell to the ground as more thoughts flooded my mind too fast to be seen. Just a whirl of images, memories and words that even I couldn’t distinguish.

“Come ’ere,” Azriel cooed, pulling my hand toward him. I looked up, a bit unsure. He smiled reassuringly. I scooted forward until my knees were touching his. He scoffed and put his hands on the groove between my hips and ribs, lifting me into his lap with my legs resting on either side of his and then wrapping his arms around me. To say I was shocked, and a bit confused was an understatement. But the safety I’d felt from after that one cursed event, returned. Bringing with it a feeling of peace.

But I embraced him back, being careful about his wings. My head ended up under his chin as he held me close.

I sniffled, wings still shaking a bit.

“Relax angel,” he cooed, rubbing the small of my back. “You’re safe.”

I shuddered, my arms wrapping around his neck. That thread yanked again. From the middle of my chest, pulling me. I didn’t know where. There was only darkness on the other end of that thread. I couldn’t see what it connected to. What it was. It was only a few strands of string too. Barely enough to do anything with.

“If you ever come to think you don’t deserve care or love or appreciation,” he said. “Come find me. Okay? Or if not me, at least somebody who cares about you.”

I nodded, drinking in his scent. The scent of night chilled mist on a night flight and cedar trees right after a rain storm in spring. The scent was so strong and calming, despite what my pride told me to believe. It smelled like home.

A hand went up, going past my wing and up to the back of my head, curling protectively around the back of my skull. A rumble began under Azriel’s skin; his chest basically vibrating with it. The sound almost resembled a purr. As if it was so utterly satisfying to have me curled up in his lap.

I blushed. I was sitting in Azriel’s lap- I immediately tried to move after the realization set in. No fear, no resentment, just embarrassment. “No, no, stay,” Azriel hummed. “It’s okay. Just relax.”

“I’m sitting in your goddamn lap, Azriel. It’s just a bit weird,” I said, turning my face to the side so my ear rested on his collarbone.

He chuckled. “Is it really?”

Oh he was fucking proud of the fact he had me here, in this compromising position. I rolled my eyes. In reality though, with that scent that was so calming and the purr that still hadn’t stopped in Azriel’s chest, it was comforting. Almost completely calming to sit here.

“You can be embarrassed and bite my head off later. Just finally enjoy a hug for once. Do you even remember the last time you were hugged before coming to Velaris?” He asked, nose burying into my short hair.

I thought for a moment. No, to be honest, I really didn’t. Maybe it had been with Rainne? My heart sunk at the thought. My previous nightmare coming back to the forefront of my mind. The last time I’d embraced anyone was when I’d held Rainne’s head in my lap, and felt her last breath against my neck.

“It was when Rainne died,” I said quietly, closing my eyes.

He hummed, tightening his grip on me. “At least you killed the ones who killed her.”

I nodded, letting out a heavy breath. “That was when I learned to winnow. Only reason I did it was because I was so damn angry.”

Azriel didn’t reply, just let me speak my mind freely, without judgment while I finally received an embrace long overdue.

So I kept speaking, kept repeating everything from that one goddamn day. And then more, telling him about every horrible thing that happened in my life. Not in great detail, no, I couldn’t bear that, but enough that he knew exactly what happened.

My escape, my hardships killing Illyrians before being trained and only having my stolen siphons and self-made weapons, leaving to the Winter Court and meeting Rainne, and Rainne’s death. And everything else.

All of it. Laid bare.

I don’t know why I told him all that I did. I don’t know why I decided to trust him, why I decided to give him a chance. Maybe it was the thread that glowed bright every time I finished a story, maybe it was the way I was finally being cared about, hugged, comforted… Or maybe it was a completely different thing I didn’t know how to describe.

Azriel let me speak, sometimes shaking in what I guessed to be anger, but never once did he interrupt. When I stumbled over my words, he just held me closer. When I couldn’t get the words out, he spoke softly, saying I didn’t have to remember or tell him if I didn’t want to.

When I finished, he told me some of his stories as well. He told me of the first eleven years of his life, locked in a fucking dungeon- burned by his brothers, only allowed to see his mother once a week for a goddamn hour. He told me what the War was like, what working for the previous High Lord was like. He told me of torturing innocents. And the guilt that came afterward.

Laid bare, the both of us. Whether for better or for worse, I suppose.

“Your scars only make you more unique,” I said, yawning tiredly. “I like them.”

I could’ve sworn that the purr in his chest increased in amplitude at those words. But he didn’t reply, just moved to pick me up carefully.

“Rest angel,” he spoke after he’d picked me up like a baby doll and laid me on my bed, tucking the covers around me. He was careful, gentle and never moved too fast, as if he understood how utterly raw I was at the moment.

It was almost morning, but I still fell asleep, without a single issue and slept for gods know how long. No nightmares, just utter exhaustion.

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animusicnerd · 2 years

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May i request promot number 3, paired with dialogue 10 and can the be malluse or vil?

Sweater Weather Event

☾ Pairing: Malleus x Gn!reader

☾ Date Prompt 3: Sharing stealing Clothes

☾ Dialogue Prompt 10: “Your hands are cold.”

☾ Notes: I had such a hard time for this for some reason. I have no idea why but I just did and I think it’s just because I’m on a Lilia brainrot. In turn, I have a Diasomnia brainrot and so, I just get a lot of ideas, lmao. Hope you enjoy this, anon!

“Your hands are cold,” was the first thing Malleus said to you upon arriving at your door. He had held out his hand, wanting you to hold on to it as he whisked the both of you away for your date, but it was cold. It felt as if you had dunked your hands in a basin of freezing water before you came out. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked you to walk around campus. It snowed earlier that day and Lilia had informed him that it would only get colder on your walk. “Should we stay inside? I don’t want you to freeze.”

You shook your head and laughed. “I’ll just get some gloves from Sam’s store. I forgot to get some when I went there today.

“But your hands…” Malleus trailed off. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a solution. He could give you his own gloves but wouldn’t it be too big on you? He would also have to keep his own hands within his cloak to prevent them from freezing as well but then he wouldn’t be able to hold your hand properly. Well, it would only be until you get to the shop, right? He could also make some for you. It would only be temporary but it would give your hands some warmth.

“I have an idea.” You held out your hand. “Give me one of your gloves.

Confused but curious enough to listen, Malleus gave you one of his gloves. You smiled in satisfaction as you pulled it on. Your fingers couldn’t reach the end and the wrist seemed to be loose on you, but you didn’t seem to mind as you grabbed his gloveless hand with yours before shoving it in the pocket of your puffy jacket.

Malleus couldn’t help but smile. It was a simple idea, a little stupid, but an entertaining one. “So do we stay like this until we get to the shop

You nodded, a grin on your face as you shut the door behind you. “Yup! Now, let’s go before it gets colder.”

A soft chuckle was pulled from Malleus as he let you drag him to the Mystery Shop. Your idea wasn’t the best one but he didn’t mind it one bit.

#☾ sweater weather event ☽#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x gn reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #gn reader

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k-rising · 11 months

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Renjun & Haechan dynamic (tarot reading)

DISCLAIMER: This tarot reading is for entertainment purposes only.

how's their overall dynamic?

hierophant (rx) + 7 of swords (rx) + the lovers + 5 of swords + 10 of wands (rx) + 8 of cups (rx) + ace of wands + 8 of swords + 4 of cups (rx) + page of cups

there's a lot of push and pull in this dynamic.

both renjun and haechan have strong personalities, so that causes them to clash a lot.

although in the past they got along worse than they do today, I feel that arguments never stop occuring and there's a big battle of egos here.

I feel that one of them cares the most about the other and shows his love through little fights… basically, they treat each other like how we see in their videos lmao. this person loves to tease his collegue.

maybe in the past, when they were trainees, they considered each other as rivals.

I feel that they don't have a great bond as they do with other members, so I think that, in the future, they will probably stop being in touch with each other :/

they also argue a lot at work and may not agree easily on certain topics. I feel like one of them takes job very seriously while the other doesn't.

one of them wants to continue betting on this friendship and I have the impression that he would have liked to have another type of connection with his collegue. however, neither of them feel the need to change.

what do they think of each other?

ace of wands (rx) + 4 of cups + 3 of pentacles

renjun ⇢ ouch, well... idk how to say this, but renjun doesn't like haechan that much. he only sees him as a coworker rather than a friend and doesn't want to improve their relationship.

9 of wands + hanged man + 5 of cups (rx)

haechan ⇢ hyuck thinks that his collegue is a hard worker and always sacrifices himself so that things go well for him.

regarding their relationship, haechan is hurt that they never had a good relationship, but accepts it and tries to give renjun some space.

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I WOULDN’T DREAM OF IT.

Chapter 2 - Roll The Dice

Black!Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau

Ft. Monica Rambeau

CW: slight mentions of- homophobic slurs(not written out), deciding not to report harassment in the military, one mention of a security/police officer, being drunk/partying, minor cuts/scrapes/bruises, parenting, loss of a parent, childhood trauma, regaining lost memories. also, a big part of this chapter is set in a flashback. nothing too crazy for any of this, but I just want everyone to know that these things are mentioned!

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Word Count: 19,078 (jump scare🫣)

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Once Monica finished her breakfast, she helped Carol clean up while she told her stories about her friends at school, all the inventions she'd come up with, and any other story her mind mustered up. She wanted to fill in as many blanks as possible for her other mother. Carol listened intently, taking in every moment of her daughter. She wanted to remember everything, even the things that might not seem important to other parents in different circumstances. She wanted to be able to reference these stories, prove that she remembered, that she cared enough to listen. Partly because her own parents never showed an interest, instead always finding the time to show their genuine dislike for her for whatever many reasons they had, or just disregarding her altogether. But also because Monica had always been so welcoming, so ready to receive her back like nothing had happened - or maybe like everything did happen and she still chose to hold on tight to her mother, choosing not to let the time separate them. So Carol held on tight too, wanting to prove she was reliable to the girl. She appreciated how open Monica was to her returning, but she also knew she had been gone for a long time. Longer than she should have been, she often thought. She knew that Monica was young, and might eventually change her mindset on the matter. She had every right to. It would make sense to feel some kind of way, and that scared Carol to her core. So she wanted to at least try and show up in the best way she could. Be present, be a mother - not just someone who literally drops in every now and then. She wanted to give the girl something she could hold onto, something she could trust.

Carol was always so in awe of both of the Rambeaus. Even though Maria always said that she and Monica were so much alike, she loved how much she was just like her mother too. Stubborn, but sure of herself. Interested in everything, always ready to learn and push forward - but soft, in her own way. Gentle, patient and kind. They both would go out of their way, even if it didn’t always seem like they were. She looked like her, too. Her brown eyes, her hair, the way she walked. She was just like Maria in the best ways (not that there was a bad way to be like Maria Rambeau), and also very much just herself. Just Monica, and she was the most amazing child the world had ever managed to produce. Carol was sure of it.

When they had finished in the kitchen, Carol decided to take a shower too. The hot water should be filled up again, and she was starting to feel the leftover sweat from last night mixing with the approaching heat from the day. Monica sat on the couch and turned on some cartoons, feeling fulfilled from breakfast which made Carol feel proud of herself for a lot of reasons. Cooking was something she always struggled with because she never had anybody to teach her. Maria thinks she might just naturally be a clutz in the kitchen too, but regardless, she worked with her for years as they grew up trying to teach her how to cook, giving her the gentle instruction and patience she never had. Usually to no avail, but it was a fond memory for both of them. Carol smiled, thinking that if her success in making pancakes this morning was any indication of the kind of day she would have with her daughter, she was sure it would be a good one. She wandered back upstairs, running her hands along the walls that still had blue and purple marker stains on them in some spots. As she walked through the hallway towards her shared room, she passed Monica’s room and couldn't help but smile. The girl’s room was what anybody would expect if they’d met her. A little messy, super colorful. She had her personality everywhere. A model of the solar system she had made when she was a little younger for a school project hung from the ceiling over her bed. A stuffed animal Carol had won for her at a carnival when she was a toddler, Maria had one to match that she secretly kept hidden in the drawer next to her bed still. She had drawings on blue construction paper all over her walls, mostly of her inventions (she called them her blueprints). The one picture that was on regular white paper had the word “Family” written on it. A crayon picture of Maria and Carol, with Monica in the middle. Carol’s heart skipped a beat seeing it. She was so lucky, she thought again. She passed the door and made her way to the end of the hall with a happy stride. The day had just begun and she was already doing better than she expected.

She stepped into the room and paused, her smile growing inward in an almost shy way. She was greeted with the scent and feel of Maria. She inhaled deeply, feeling a level of comfort roll through her body and pang in her chest. Mmm. Carol whispered to herself, almost embarrassed. But she couldn’t help it. She was everywhere. As much as they had kept Carol present in their lives, making sure she was alive and never erased from her fingerprint on the home, it had still been years since Carol had been gone so it made perfect, almost comforting sense to her that they had made it their own. They had to make it comfortable, they had to fill in the empty space. Just like Monica’s room, Maria’s was a perfect snapshot of her personality. It was well kept, everything had a place to be. If it ever did get messy, Carol was sure it didn’t last long. She looked over the room, noting the books next to the bed where Maria slept, all of them half read with bookmarks Monica had made her in them. She looked at the tray of jewelry sitting on the dresser, full of small dainty necklaces and a few pairs of stud earrings with different shapes, and a few pairs of hoops Maria would only wear if she was going out. She looked at the closet, one side open from this morning. All the clothes are organized by color, with a few boxes sitting on the top shelf. Even the bed they had slept in, it was already made perfectly to military standards with the edges tucked in perfectly - except for the top where Maria had extra pillows, all with light purple pillow cases contrasting the perfect white ones underneath.

She looked at the picture frames sitting on Maria’s perfectly organized desk as she walked over to it. On the left side was a picture of her and Monica at a park that had to be fairly recent, a picture of Maria standing outside the SWORD office smiling huge next to an older man in uniform, and a picture of Maria with her brother which must’ve been years old because Maria looked like she was in middle school maybe, making Carol reminisce about the girl she used to know. On the right side of the desk sat two pictures that didn’t face in all the way like the other two, as if they were put there intentionally but also intentionally not looked at as much. One, in a light purple frame, was Maria’s mother. Carol had never met the woman but had seen her face many times growing up in Maria’s father’s house. It was the same then, almost like the woman must have put the pictures of herself up and they didn’t have the heart to take them down, but they tried their best not to look. Next to that sat a framed picture of Carol and Maria smiling at the local bar they used to go to, their uniforms half undone and Carol’s hair out of regs with her aviators pushed back and a red bandana around her head. She remembers the bar more now, Pancho’s. She had been there with Fury and it jogged a lot of things for her, but she so badly wants to remember that day specifically. She runs her fingers close to it, but doesn’t dare to touch. She tries to remember the song they would sing together, all the lyrics. She can’t but she remembers how it felt to jump around for hours and then walk home, too drunk most times, bumping into each other and letting touches and looks linger a little too long, and then having to get up early the next day. She remembers that they would take turns walking each other to their barracks, sometimes daring to sleep in each other's rooms when they thought they might not get caught, always leaving one of them to sneak out in the morning. Carol laughs, thinking about how Maria was right last night, and how she was always better at leaving quietly than Carol.

When her eyes refocus on the photo, she can’t help but wonder how many times Maria had flipped the frame over, hiding the memory from herself. She wonders, just for a moment, if she would’ve been able to live through the grief she put her through. She would never know just how bad it was for Maria, she would never be able to see from her eyes what the woman went through or how she pulled herself out of bed every day and raised a child by herself, kept working, started SWORD. She wondered if Maria ever went back to that bar, or if she ever listened to the song again. She would never know how the woman truly felt in those years or what she did to keep herself busy, and she didn’t think she’d ever feel right asking. She wanted to think about the past few months, after everything. She wanted to think about how it must be even worse, in a way, knowing that Carol was out there saving other people while Monica grew up and Maria trudged on with no choice. She wanted to think about it but couldn’t, knowing what would happen if she let her mind attach to the thoughts and feelings. She gazed at the photo again and turned away, deciding that maybe she didn’t need to remember everything right now.

She walked over to the box they had pulled out last night for her and started going through some clothes, looking for something to change into. She realized that while she was in space, her suit did all the work for her - she never had to worry about pulling an outfit together. It did the heating, drying, cooling, protecting her from any number of threats - all while containing her powers in a comfortable way for her. So as she sorted through her belongings, she was now also coming to the realization that it also had built in underwear. She only had two pairs of regular underwear to her name and she was wearing one of them. She frantically sifted through the big box to no avail. She questioned why she would only have two pairs of underwear, rather than all of her undergarments or none of them at all. She guessed that the Air Force had something to do with it, remembering that they had packed everything up for Maria to come pick up instead of letting her do it. She cursed them under her breath, mad that once again Maria had something taken from her, deciding that she had no option but to wear the pair of boxer briefs she had found and figure it out later. She grabbed the boxers, an old band tee shirt and a pair of jeans and headed for the bathroom.

When she walks in the bathroom, she can hear Monica’s cartoons from the living room.

“I’m gonna bathe myself, Lt. Trouble! Come get me if you need anything, okay?”

She yells down. She waited to hear Monica’s response and when she didn’t she paused completely, silencing herself and the air around her, cartoons still playing. She could feel her heartbeat pick up its pace.

“Mon? Did you hear me?”

She shouts again, a bit louder, trying not to let on to her anxiety.

“Okay Mom!”

Monica yells back, mind focused on her shows. Carol exhaled deeply, relief flowing through her body. She chuckled at mom, gratitude buzzing through her whole body. She was still a mom to Monica and that meant more to her than she could ever explain. She added “go to therapy” on her mental to do list and started stripping.

Once all the layers were off, she chucked her socks in the pile she had made and stepped into the deep tub, pulling a purple shower cap over her hair and bending down to turn on the shower. She pulled the stop up before balancing out the water and heard the water make its way up the long pipe to the shower head slowly as she pulled the curtain closed around her. She immediately screeched, feeling freezing water run over her body. She had forgotten that Maria took cold showers in the morning to wake her up. She scrambled, trying to avoid as much of the frigid water as possible while she flipped up the hot water handle with her toes, jumping up and down, somehow not slipping. As the water began to warm and steam up, she found herself laughing. Out loud. She couldn’t stop. Captain Marvel was giggling like a child (Once again proving Maria right). She slid down and sat on her butt, pulling her knees into her chest and let the water run over her back. She eased into the warm feeling, still feeling laughter bubble up inside of her. She closed her eyes and remembered the last time she felt the shock of cold water all over her.

It was late, or maybe early. Carol felt herself getting tired, but she wanted to keep dancing. She wanted to keep singing. She wanted to keep seeing Maria, feeling her brush up against her while they danced and twirled in sloppy, drunken harmony, singing poorly to whatever song was playing. She didn’t want to go to work tomorrow just to test planes she would never get to fly outside of base. She didn’t want to sleep in her own bed, unless Maria was in it. She just wanted to keep living in this moment for as long as she could. She looked over at her equally drunk copart, dancing freely with her eyes closed. Maria rarely let loose like this, but when she did it was beautiful. She commanded the room, everyone tuning into her wavelength, feeling her all around them. She made everything beautiful, and when she was carefree, it was like no one on earth had a care in the world either.

Maria opened her eyes to see Carol looking at her and she smiled that toothy grin she had, making the heat from Carol’s chest rise to her face. She smiled back, pushing herself closer to the woman through the people dancing around them. The dark liquor they had both been drinking was coursing through them and burning off with every move, sending sparks through both of their bodies while they watched each other bop to the music. Carol made her way over and laughed, making some comment about how only they could make old white men’s music sound this good. Maria giggled in agreeance, grabbing Carol’s hand and twirling her around. She was tired too, but she was happy to have a break. They had both been working their asses off and both felt the same frustration with the position they were seemingly stuck in. They were making their way up in rank, one then the other, every time. But two facts always remained. They were both Black Women. So the Air Force didn’t give them much reign, despite the fact that they were statistically and literally the two best pilots the Air Force had ever seen and a lot of people knew it. Despite all their talent and gusto, they did their diligence day in and day out. So, when they got the chance to be free from the monotony, they took it, hand in hand, happily.

As Carol spun back into the woman’s arms with a heaving laugh, they both smiled at each other widely. Maria couldn’t look away, she felt stuck as her eyes moved down from her friend’s eyes to her lips. Carol surprised her by grabbing her other arm and spinning her just how she had done, and pulling her in with a dramatic dip. Everyone around them cheered, drunk too. They laughed with their bellies, feeling the song in their chests. Carol pulled Maria up slow, just as the exciting song ended. The next song started and it was slower, and most people around them coupled up, only some seeming annoyed as they made their way off the dance floor and back to the bar and stools. The two women looked around them, then at each other. They both shrugged with a small laugh, and Carol pulled Maria in to dance. She made some joke about being proper while she found her hands at Maria’s lower back, making the woman laugh as she made herself comfortable around Carol’s neck and shoulders. They laid their chins on eachother and swayed, letting the joke of it all dissipate into the air. It was moments like this that they relished in, secretly. Every now and then, they’d allow themselves a second to breathe each other in. Usually when they were drunk and their inhibitions were low. For both of them, it felt like everything melted away. Just like when they were younger and neither had been asked to the school dance, so they took each other. They shared one slow dance that night, making the excuse that it was tradition and neither should miss out on their first slow dance. They had wanted to dance together at prom, but they had both regrettably had dates for once. Maria had been asked by a boy from her science class, he played on the basketball team and told her she was pretty AND smart (wow, how romantic, Carol thought when she heard the story).

Carol hadn’t been asked but when she found out Maria said yes after being pressured by her father and not hearing Carol make a strong argument against it, Carol forced some kid from one of her classes to come with her. All four had danced that night, split into the ‘correct’ gendered pairs. Carol couldn’t keep her eyes off her bestfriend, and the feeling was mutual. During the final slow dance, they were all on the floor swaying in and out of rhythm with the song playing. Carol and Maria locked eyes and didn’t unlock them until the song was over. They had danced again during their first military ball, quietly in the back behind a pillar where no one could see them. It was unspoken but well understood. They didn’t talk about it after, they just went about their business. They always did. And they would again after tonight, carrying on like time didn’t stop when they touched like this. As the music played, Carol’s hand rubbed Maria’s back absent mindedly, while Maria rubbed small circles against Carol’s neck as they swayed, both in and out of daydreaming, both drunk and leaning a little too heavily on eachother. They both fought the urge to look up at each other, so they let their heavy heads rest on each other as they danced, feet in perfect timing with eachothers. This is what friends do, right? They were so comfortable with each other, it wasn’t weird to slow dance. Right? They almost stopped moving entirely, leaving just a small rocking between them as the music played through them, syncing their breaths. You feel so good, they both thought at the same time, almost forgetting that their freedom in this moment was due to the cognac surging through them.

When time started again and the song stopped, an upbeat one replacing it, they both lingered for a moment longer trying to hold onto the comfort they felt, and trying to collect their drunk selves. Over the sound of the music, the bartender announced last call and they looked at each other with a mischievous smirk.

“Last one to the bar pays for the shots!” They said in unison, falling gracefully back into their routine. They ran over, both making it there at the same time, so as always they paid for each other’s shots and continued jamming to the music and letting the ambiance of the bar carry them through the rest of the night. Everyone knew everyone, so they felt safe, which was nice. As they finished their last two shots each, they both felt the drunkenness take its strong hold on them and they decided this would be their last song. They grabbed the karaoke mics that no one else wanted and belted at the top of their lungs, horribly but everyone loved it. They jumped up and down, bursting at the seams with laughter and lyrics, dancing with whoever danced with them. Once the song ended, they grabbed each other’s hands and ran for the coat rack, bounding forward despite their lack of balance.

Pulling on their jackets, they stepped outside into the cooler air and took it in. Carol checked her watch and was astonished to see the time, despite the fact they everyone knew last call at Pancho’s meant it was 2am and the bar would be closing at 2:30. She looked over at Maria who was staring up at the sky.

“What’re you look-”

“Shh! Make a wish! Right now before you miss it!”

Maria rushed Carol, keeping her eyes closed and her hands clasped together like she was praying, maybe even begging. Carol smiled, knowing the shooting star that must’ve passed was already gone, but she chose to believe the energy would linger for Maria and her. She closed her eyes and spent no time trying to figure out what to wish for. She knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. They both did. Carol kept her eyes closed after she was done, letting her body relax and fully feeling the disorientation of her drunkenness. She felt woozy, almost nauseous. Maria stared at her while her eyes were shut, allowing her body to relax at the sight. She felt her body move for her, without permission. She grabbed Carol’s hand, shocking the woman’s eyes open and started running without any explanation.

“What are you doing Rambeau? Where are we going?”

Carol asked, confused, dizzy and feeling a familiar spike of excitement rise in her. Maria was even more daring and much less prudent when she was intoxicated. She was taking her on an adventure and she was ready to go. She would follow the woman anywhere, drunk or not.

“You’ll see. Don’t you trust me, Danvers?”

Maria called behind her, laughing and out of breath the whole time but never stopping. Carol didn’t need to answer, they both knew the answer. They kept up laughing, thankful for all the PT they’d been forced to do by the United States military. They ran down quiet streets for a few minutes, until they made it to a dirt path with a bunch of trees, leading them off the main road. Maria looked back at Carol with an excited and sly smile. Carol pulled her hand back and made her face her.

“You’re not trying to serial killer me, right? Where are you taking me?”

She laughed, but meant the question.

“C’monnn.” Maria tugged, wanting to live in the moment while she could.

“Don’t you trust me?”

She asked again, looking in Carol’s eyes with a glint, but soft. Penetrating, Carol thought to herself. She knew she couldn’t say no, she never could. So, she smiled and signaled for Maria to keep taking her wherever she was.

“Lead the way.”

This made Maria smile excitedly, adding an extra skip in her step. They weren’t running this time but they were walking fast, Maria jumping around Carol who felt like she was in a movie or a trance, eyes never leaving Maria’s dancing body as they made their way down the dark path, leaving her feet to trust whatever path Maria made for her. Maria saw a clearing in the trees ahead of them and she started running again, creating too much space for Carol’s comfort. She snapped out of her trance and ran after the faster woman, feeling anxiety and frustration rise in her for a moment.

“What the hell, Rambeau? It’s dark out here! You can’t just run o-” Carol started while she wiped the sweat and dust off her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw Maria standing at the edge of a lake surrounded by thick brown sand and trees. Maria waved her over and the frustration fled Carol’s body faster than it arrived. She jogged up to Maria who was already undressing, making Carol choke when she saw glimpses of Maria’s dark skin that she didn’t usually see. I mean, sure, they’d seen eachother in bathing suits and naked before, when they were kids, but it had been a while. A long while. Carol had to force her mouth shut before Maria could see it hanging open.

“Cmon, hurry up! We gotta jump in before my better judgement takes over!”

Maria rushed as she pulled off her socks and yanked her pants the rest of the way down, pulling them over her ankles. Carol was still frozen watching her.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared Danvers? Cmon! It’ll help with the drunkenness and it’ll be a story to tell our kids!”

Maria exclaimed, pulling her shirt over her head. All the was left was her bra and perfect light purple underwear. Carol snapped out of it and laughed.

“HA! What the hell are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re about to-”

“Skinny dip? Yes the hell I am. And so are you. Hurry up!”

Maria finished her sentence as she grabbed her hand, pulling her over and pulling the bandana off her head and tossing it with her own clothes she had made a pile of. She started pulling at Carols shirt sleeves until Carol brushed her away, laughing but really just unable to let Maria help undress her. She was suddenly feeling very shy but as always, Maria was going to get what she wanted from Carol because that’s what Carol wanted. Maria looked at her with that So, are you gonna do it or not? look that Carol was usually giving her and waited for Carol’s face to break into a smile she couldn’t help.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this with you. Don’t cry to me when you regret it tomorrow and have to blow your hair out in the morning!”

Carol said as she pulled her shirt over her head and exposed her own body, one that Maria wasn’t sure how to fully take in either as she fought back a smile at Carol’s comment. She thought about the last time she’d seen Carol completely naked, or at least as naked as she almost was standing there. They used to get dressed in front of each other all the time and they’d been in matching bathing suits a bunch of times growing up but it had been a while, since they weren’t rooming together in the barracks. She forced her stare away while Carol undid her pants and slid out of them, leaving only her boy shorts, a bra and socks. She kicked her socks off to match as Maria finished pulling the rest of her underwear off, and by the time they both turned around, they were stark naked in the middle of nowhere, right in front of each other.

The silence sat for a moment before they both laughed, the tension easing away like it always did. Maria grabbed Carol’s hand and ran for the water, looking back only to ask You ready? as her feet made their way into the moist sand, inching towards the cold water. Carol shot back As I’ll ever be before making her way in too. They both plunged forward, swimming out a bit but not too far. They both shot under the water and looked at eachother, grabbing hands again before popping back up. The water rolled off of them as they broke through the surface, blinking it from their eyes and feeling their hair. They laughed loudly, finding their bearings in the freezing water.

“Holy shit!” Carol swore, bobbing a bit as she figured out how to float again. Still laughing.

“More like Holy FUUUCK!” Maria shouted out with a laugh in her voice, lifting it into the trees around them. She couldn’t stop laughing, and she couldn’t stop shivering. Carol looked at her as she held her free hand that she was using to balance herself with as she floated out to Maria who happily took it in hopes it would help stabilize her as well.

“You’re a god damn maverick, Rambeau!” Carol laughed as she spun Maria around, swimming in circles trying to keep her blood pumping to warm them both up. Maria swam gracefully, still holding onto Carol’s hand. She was laughing but she was also quieter now. Carol questioned if it was the cold or if it was whatever made her jump into a freezing lake anyway. She pulled her back in and held her hand tight as she pulled her onto her back, pressing her front to her back and taking deep breaths trying to stay warm while still enjoying the fluidity of movement the water provided. They both felt like they were flying, finally.

“What’s going on in your head?” Carol asked as she swam in different directions for a little bit, back and forth as Maria clung to her back, clearly the drunker of the two now. The shock of the water had helped to sober them both up but Carol always had a higher tolerance to alcohol as it was. She was still drunk but not as drunk as her bestfriend, whos head was resting on top of Carol’s wet curls. She knew the humidity and however she planned to get sleep that night wouldn’t help with her process in the morning.

“I just want to fly. I just wanna feel free, you know?” Maria started, not exactly slurring her words but they weren’t as uniform with her natural cadence as they usually were. Carol nodded slightly with a Mhm to assure Maria that she was listening.

“I just… I just wish we could do whatever we wanted to do. I’m so tired of living by the same rules every day. I wish I could just fly into space and stay there, sometimes, you know?” Carol smiled at the thought of Maria being able to fly how she was meant to. High up, above the clouds. Away from everyone and everything that constantly tried to tie her feet to the ground. She did know, she felt the same way about herself.

“You’d leave me here on earth to deal with these bastards?” Carol asked, joking but also not. Maria half laughed, half hiccuped at the thought.

“Wherever I am, you are too. That’s how it’s always going to be, Danver’s. I fly, you fly. You fly, I fly. That’s never gonna change.” Maria said, meaning it. She was always more emotionally open when she was drunk and Carol almost felt bad listening to her, knowing she wouldn’t normally open up like this - especially naked, freezing, clinging to her best friends back with all her might and drunk in a lake they had no business being in. But she couldn’t help but revel in what the woman was saying. She felt the same.

“I know. I know. Come on, lets go home.” Maria wanted to put up a fight but she was shivering and suddenly very sleepy, so she let Carol swim them to shore. When they got out the water, the warm air offered some support in their drunken attempts to pull on their clothing over wet and suddenly sand covered bodies. They weren’t sure if they were putting on the right things but they knew it was covering their important parts and that’s what matters.

“Can we stay at look at the stars for a little bit?” Maria asked, even though she was the one in charge, whether she knew it or not. Carol knew it. She nodded, knowing it wasn’t a good idea but one she couldn’t deny the soft woman in front of her. She spread their jackets out on the beach for them to lay down and they both did just that, scotting their bodies close to each other instinctively. They peered up at the stars above them, seeing them clearly in the huge circle the trees made. It was perfect, they both thought. Some moments went by before Carol asked a question.

“What did you wish for earlier?”

“Shh. I can’t tell or it won't come true. It was something I’ve always wanted, so it has to come true.” She explained, sleep and bourbon clouding her voice.

“Mine too.” Carol whispered, her own eyes growing heavy. They held hands and both thought that the other woman must’ve wished for them to finally be able to do their jobs the right way, to be able to fly for real. Little did they both know they were wishing for the same thing. Each other.

They laid there, staring at the stars until they weren’t. Sleep came easy for them that night, as odd as it was. It got odder when they woke up, facing each other with only a nose length between their faces, feeling the warm sting of the sun in their eyes. They looked at eachother and started laughing until they heard the familiar sound of security keys dangling and a radio in the nearing distance. They knew it had to be the wannabe cops that patrolled the area and they knew it was their time to get the hell out of there. They ran back down the same path and back onto the main road until they made it to Pancho’s. They slowed to a casual pace after that, trying not to draw attention to themselves even though they had sand all over and their hair was nowhere near what it looked like the previous night. They walked, quietly, but happily together back to the barracks and passed out in Maria’s room. She wanted the comfort of her own space to ease through her impending hangover, but she needed the comfort of Carol’s arms too. Carol put up no fight, trying not to be too obvious that she wanted to be there too. Though she’d never tell, Maria positioned herself perfectly to be held and went right to sleep.

Carol stayed up until she fell asleep like she always did, making sure she was on her side in case she threw up or needed water. She watched as Maria slept, looking like she was floating again. She was so beautiful and Carol was so tired. She laid down and held the woman, her arms perfectly fitting into the space that was left, like it was made for her. They slept most of the day away and when Carol woke up, she set medicine next to Maria’s bed and snuck out, quieter than normal. She thought about what Maria had said when she was in the water as she walked back to her room to take care of her own hangover and messed up fro’. She promised herself that day that no matter where she flew, she would make sure Maria would be there too. Behind that promise, she knew that she would follow Maria to the end of the earth, even the end of the universe without a second thought. She tried to shake some self respect back into her own dreams, smiling despite herself and went to sleep. She dreamed of Maria, because Maria was her dream.

Carol’s day dreaming was interrupted by a cold surge through the shower head again, and the sound of the downstairs sink running before being cut off. Her super hearing alerted her to the sound of Monica filling a cup and going to sit back down. She buzzed under the cold water before it eased back into the warmth she had set for herself. She felt more fond of the cold now. She stood back up and washed her body, letting the water run over her face. The soap smelled like both Monica and Maria and she felt comfort knowing she would smell like them now, too. She finished up and got out, drying herself with her powers instead of making more laundry for herself with the towels she had been looking at the night before. She grabbed her clothes and located her underwear and bra from the pile.

When she grabbed the pair of boxers, she looked at the inside hem and saw “DANVERS” written in smudged black sharpie on the white tag. She laughed with an edge of old frustration, remembering how she had to do that because people kept stealing her underwear in the laundry room as a prank because her and Maria had ranked up before a few of the other men in their unit. Maria’s clothes never got stolen, but they didn’t refrain from trying to get to her in other ways. None of which she ever humored, but Carol knew it got to her a few times. Some of the guys had called them ‘lesbos’ a few times, and eventually it evolved into the d slur. Both pilots always had different comebacks that consistently left the immature weasels with little to say back. Carol knew both of those words well having heard them most of her life, and she had taught herself not to internalize it.

Maria, on the other hand, let the first one roll off her for the most part - but the second one sometimes picked at scabs she had long covered up. Scabs she wasn’t ready to look at yet. They both decided not to report the harassment because it would probably end up worse if they did, and eventually it died down. They both continued to rise in ranks slowly but surely, and finally Mar-Vell came and they felt some reprieve from the monotony they were used to. Carol shivered at the thought of what came after that, though.

She slid the rest of her clothes on and walked back into the bedroom. She put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket next to the closet for her to do later, and walked back over to the box of her things. She’d seen a bunch of stuff Monica had shown her the first time she came home, but she wanted to know what was in the other boxes Maria had kept. She went through the bottom of the box that had her clothes in it not finding anything she hadn’t already seen, and then pulled open the other one they had left out. She presumed this is one Maria hadn’t shown Monica as it had light dust on it when she opened it.

She sifted through, halfway hoping to find another pair of underwear, but instead she found a bunch of papers and trinkets. Some necklaces and a silver chain bracelet, wristbands from carnivals and bars they had been to together, a pair of dice from a board game they had stolen from a store one time when they were younger and had kept as they grew up. She ran her hands over everything, trying to take in as much of her former self as she could like she always did when she had the chance. She fumbled at the bottom of the box and pulled out a bunch of papers, some folded, some grocery lists with toiletries and snacks crossed off here and there, some half done crossword puzzles that Carol was never good at, and a few opened envelopes. She sat the rest down and looked over each envelope with care.

Some had cards in them, birthday and christmas cards, one from valentines day. All of them had silly characters or jokes on the front. They had made a good habit of buying each other cheesy cards for every holiday they could think of, Carol strained to remember as she read through them. She rubbed her finger over Maria’s perfect signature, wondering if she kept the ones Carol had gotten her, too. She filed through the papers curiously, flipping through piece after piece of paper that held a small snapshot of moments in her life. Mundane, ordinary moments. She cherished them, and she was grateful to both Maria for keeping them and herself for never being organized and keeping all this stuff that most people would’ve eventually thrown away or allowed themselves to misplace over time. Her eyes fixed on a thicker envelope. She grabbed it, reading the red script labeled across the front.

To: Danvers

From: Rambeau ♡

Carol smiled at the little heart Maria had drawn next to her last name. She opened the letter, finding another heart on the back of the envelope where it was once sealed. Carol reads over the letter, feeling emotion and memory rise up in her chest, spreading through her whole body. The letter is dated, of course because Maria is ever punctual. It was from when they had been stationed at two separate bases for the first few months. It was agony for both of them, being in two separate states. Carol had sent Maria a letter when she first arrived, thinking she would be the first one to write. She was shocked, however, to find a letter waiting for her when she arrived at the post office on base. She had opened it the second she got back to her barracks room. It was an envelope inside an envelope, the outer one having had their full names and ranks and official military postage, the second one having the cute little hearts Maria drew perfectly when she wrote. Again, she was softer than most people expected her to be.

The letter expressed pretty much exactly what Carol had in hers, which came to no surprise to either of them when they both read what the other had sent. They were always on the same wavelength. They both had so much more they needed to say, but they were so grateful to hold something physical that the other had taken time to write for the other. Maria asked how Carol was doing, explained what had been going on with her, and complained about the men on base per usual. Just as if they were together in person.

As Carol read through it, she laughed, probably how she had the first time, at a lot of the letter. Towards the end though, she felt a tight ball of heat sitting in her chest restricting her breathing. She almost couldn’t read through what was left of the letter. Was she embarrassed?

“Anyways, I hope you’re still kicking ass. I KNOW you are, that always came easy to you.

I hope we can call soon, hopefully without being interrupted by the other idiots needing to use the phone every single time you do. I can’t believe there's only four on your base and only two that actually work (what happened to ‘The Air Force’s finest?’). You’d think with all the money the military has.. You know. I know it’s hard for both of us to find the time right now but I just really miss you, Carol. I miss shitty karaoke a lot, I can’t do it with these clowns here without you. Friday nights just aren’t the same haha. I miss renting the same movies every weekend and staying up all night eating too much. I even watched Fame the other day without you. I still hate it but it was nice, I just wish you were here to act out all the scenes. And I’ll deny it if you ever tell anybody, but I even miss your shitty cooking (burn this after reading), and not just because it makes it easier for me to be the better cook, but just because it’s you. I never used to hate writing letters but I do now, because it reminds me how far they have to travel to get to you. I hate that we’re not together, we’ve always been together. And as much as I act like I know what I’m doing, sometimes I feel lost without you here. And I know we’ve been pretending everything is the same but it isn’t, at least not for me. I wish we had more time to talk before you left. I wish we had more time in general. Damn the Air Force. Regardless, I just want you to know that I love you. And I’m so proud of you. I always am.

It’ll all be better soon. I believe that, just like you always do. We’ll be up in the air in no time. I’ll meet you up there. I’ll be the one whipping by you. Catch up if you can.

Take good care of yourself, because I’m not there to do it for you.

You’re the best damn pilot in the Air Force (second only to me, of course), and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise! Call me when you get the chance. And hurry up and write back!

Always,

Rambeau.

Ps. Things wont always be this way. Don’t forget that. And don’t forget that round of shots you owe me, either, goofball.”

Carol felt the heat of a blush running to her cheeks. She was thankful for her dark complexion hiding it, although no one was there to see her anyways. Why did she feel so giddy, and also… embarrassed? She felt like she was reading someone’s diary, even though the letter was clearly addressed to her and she had already read it. Years ago. She scanned over the text again, regarding Maria’s perfect handwriting. She felt like she was reading a love letter. Maybe it was, but she was too anxious to entertain the thought too much. She wasn’t exactly sure what that would mean, and she wasn’t sure if this year's old letter still even meant anything other than friendship.

Maria had been tight lipped about a lot of stuff, even though she pretended like she wasn’t. Her and Monica always answered Carol’s questions openly, happily for the most part unless it was about the ‘missing period’. They all tried to avoid that subject now, as time had gone by, but they all also knew that it would come up naturally sometimes and it couldn’t be left unanswered all the time. Aside from that, to the untrained eye, it seemed like Maria was willing to give up any bit of information that would help get them all back to how they used to be or at least help figure out what life looked like moving forward. But Carol knew better, she had a very well trained eye for Maria Rambeau, it was second nature for her - with or without the gaps in her memory. There had been a few moments, just brief enough to almost miss, since Carol came back the first time with Fury and even more recently on some of her visits, when the unshakeable Maria had gotten flustered or nervous, where the heat currently in Carol’s cheeks had been in hers. When her heart threatened to beat so hard it would leap from her chest. Granted, she hid it well but again, Carol could always see through her. She seldom was at a loss for words or made quick, messy cover ups in conversation. Usually the people around them didn’t even notice. Monica didn’t even catch it, or at least didn’t acknowledge it. It happened once or twice when Carol and Maria were alone, too. Carol knew things like that only happened when Maria felt unsure, or when she really didn’t want to talk about something. Anyone who had ever met Maria knew she was as straightforward as they come, so that’s what made Carol pay extra attention when she was avoiding something.

The thoughts of romance danced around Carol’s brain tauntingly, aching for her to pull them forward and examine them. But knowing how Maria was, and knowing that she only got that way when she was purposefully avoiding something, Carol settled on a quiet feeling of rejection instead - against her better judgment. She let it swell through her, enflaming the previous feelings of embarrassment right along with it. She put the letter away, resigning that she should just be thankful to have a friend who cares for her so much and that she wouldn’t allow herself to think anything else. She did this often, rejected herself before other people could to avoid the stinging feeling of embarrassment or disappointment her parents and the people she grew up with often supplied her with.

Maria never made her feel that way, and maybe that's why she would accept this quiet, self imposed feeling now instead of facing it in person with the other woman. She couldn’t risk ruining something she had just gotten back, anyways. Right? Right, she forced herself to agree in her head. She decided to go find Monica and clear her head of the letter. As she walked out, she glanced at the picture of Maria and the child again and sighed softly, letting a small smile of gratitude cover her face. This could be enough for her, if she would let it be.

Monia was sitting on the couch still, no longer paying any mind to the tv playing in the background. She was eagerly reading through the huge phone book they usually had sitting on the coffee table, bracing it against her bended knees as she flipped through the yellow pages quickly.

“What’re you looking for, Lt. Trouble?”

“Someone who sells the parts I need for my next invention! What letter do you think that would be under?”

Carol laughs, deciding to humor the girl.

“Hmm, you know I’m not sure. Have you tried under sales? Or maybe…a junkyard?”

“I could try the junkyard! I didn’t try that yet!”

“Maybe I can get you a hook up from Fury, orrrr maybe your mom knows someone at her job? What’re you even looking for?”

“I already asked her last week! She said she would check but I think she was just saying that. Here’s my list.”

Monica handed Carol a surprisingly long list, with a few things checked off that Carol assumed were already laying around the house. She wondered if Maria knew that these things had been checked off, which gave her a good chuckle. She set the list down and turned to Monica.

“Okay, I think I can get you some of these but the bigger things are definitely gonna need some work. Maybe we can roll down to the junkyard this week?”

“YES! And no take-backsies!”

“Wouldn’t dare. How about you come help me handle the laundry and dishes and then we can head outside?”

“Deal. I think you might need help figuring out the detergent set up Ma’ has anyways. She’s very particular.”

Monica explains, leaping up into action and grabbing Carol’s hand to pull her along.

Monica was right, Maria had a very elaborate and strict laundry system. The two of them likely didn’t get it exactly right but they did their best to pay attention to details neither of them really cared about but knew Maria did, wanting not only to please and respect Maria, but also wanting to avoid what she would have to say about it if they got it wrong or chose to ignore it. Carol tried to use her powered speed and agility to help make the process move quicker, but it only hindered the experience. She noted that the chance to move slowly and be mindful was probably why Maria seemed to enjoy the routine of laundry and such. It probably helped calm her down and help her be present after long days working to protect the whole world, while still having to be a full time mom to a rather rambunctious child, on top of whatever anxiety Carol added throughout her week. She smiled and decided to try and match the attentiveness. Her and Monica spent a while switching between loading and unloading, doing the dishes left over from dinner last night and breakfast - eventually returning to sort and fold the clean clothes and linens. It smelled lovely in the laundry room, reminding both of them of Maria. It comforted them in a way only she could.

Once they finished with the inside chores, they decided to mix and match to-do lists. Monica needed to catch some frogs just as much as Carol needed to mow the lawn, she insisted. Carol agreed to help her catch some frogs if she would agree to help her patch up some of the paint that Maria had been avoiding doing. They shook on it, running off into the field that would be mowed down later in the day. They went at it excitedly, jumping around in the tall grass and dirt, painting not so gracefully and splattering white paint on each other by “accident”.

By the time they finished the side of the house and Monica had caught, released and named at least eight frogs that she swore were all different despite being nearly identical, they had both created more laundry to do and were both definitely in need of a bath but neither minded in the slightest. Even once they were done, they chased each other around tirelessly until Monica was hiccupping and giggling at the same time. Carol marveled at Monica’s intrinsic wonder and love at the world around her. In her Hero heart, watching it solidified her sense of duty to protect the galaxy, making sure nothing and no one could ever bring harm to the world her daughter so loved. But in her Carol heart, it made her giddy too. Almost envious in a way. She missed the days when she could roll around in a yard and only worry about trying not to crush too many bugs. Now she had to worry about whether someone was going to crush a planet or not. She often longed for a childhood she never really had, and sometimes even the one she did have when she could piece it together. She knew it wasn’t a good one, but she had Maria. She just had Maria. And now Monica does too, and god was she glad about it.

Carol picked the younger girl up and flew her to the front porch in a flash, something Maria would swear she didn’t approve of as she fought back her own giggles. Monica shouted with pure glee as her feet landed back on the wood she knew well. They zipped in the house and ran to the kitchen, ready for lunch. Monica decided she would handle making it, promising Carol the best turkey and cheese sandwich she would ever have. Or at least better than she could make herself.

“Mayo or mustard Mama?”

Carol beamed a grin across her face, feeling a familiar hot blush swipe across her at the word mama but she tried to play it cool.

“I want whatever you’re having, Trouble!”

Carol responded happily, only after registering the fact that she hated mustard and hoped that Monica did too. She watched as the girl ran through the kitchen, leaving a small mess across different surfaces. She whipped up the two sandwiches like she did it very often, and sat two plates down in front of Carol with a big toothy smile.

“Wa-La! The Trouble special!”

She exclaimed, nudging the sandwich to Carol and taking a big bite out of her own, leaving a smudge of mayo on the inner side of her finger. Thank god, Carol laughed to herself. Before she could remind the girl to make sure she cleaned up, Monica was already stacking up her ingredients and propping open the fridge with her foot. This made the woman smile, knowing she had probably heard one too many times from Maria about cleaning up after herself.

“Take a bite!” Monica mumbled, chewing down another bite herself and gesturing to Carol with her hands. Carol bit into the sandwich and began mimicking the fancy chefs they would watch on tv together.

“Mmm! Magnificent work yet again, Chef Rambeau!”

Monica smiled before straightening her face and standing up straight before taking a bow, nearly dropping her own sandwich. They both laughed and enjoyed their sandwiches, Carol deciding to sneak Monica a coke in thanks for making the best sandwich she’d ever had, saying "this ones on me” and promising to tell Maria she drank them if she asks. Once they both finished and decided that Monica won the burping contest, they decided to tackle the lawn and climb the tree. Monica ran back outside like she had all the energy in the world, and Carol followed behind at a much slower pace as if she didn’t literally have all the energy in the world.

They took turns pushing the mower up and down the huge yard in different directions, trying to make different drawings with the pattern it created. Carol figured Maria wouldn’t mind much. Once they finished, both sweating under the direct heat of the sun, they were both happy to have some reprieve when they made their way over to the trees. Carol laid down in the grass underneath the biggest tree, grateful for the shade it provided.

She breathed deep, taking in the soft wind that was blowing. It wasn’t as humid as she had expected, another thing she was grateful for. Monica plopped herself next to her, pulling up her tee shirt sleeves to match Carol’s rolled up sleeves. She poked at the tan line appearing where the shirt sat for most of the day. Carol pointed to her own, kind of happy to have a tan to her brown skin again. She spent a lot of time in her suit, so it always felt nice to have regular clothes on. She thought about how the sun on earth felt so different than on other planets, who all had different sources of heat and light. She looked over at Monica, who was now laying down too, watching a lady bug crawl through her hands. She was brighter than the sun, Carol thought, before she pushed her sunglasses up her forehead to tangle in her fro’ again.

“So, you’re gonna conquer the big one today, huh?”

“Absolutely. Mom always gets nervous so she told me to wait until you came home again. The whole super power thing and stuff.”

Monica rolled her eyes and continued looking at the lady bug with curiosity.

“Well, she kinda has a point kiddo. Let’s do it.”

Monica jumped to her feet, pausing only to gently place the lady back in the grass and hopped over to the foot of the tree. She walked around it, looking for the perfect place to start. She found her footing and called Carol over to spot her from behind.

“Alright, pay attention and be careful. Let me know if you get stuck, okay?”

“Gotcha gotcha. If I get stuck, will you fly up to me?”

Monica asked while climbing up the first couple inches, hoisting herself up to find a sturdy hand hold between two branches and bracing her legs against either side.

“We’ll see.”

Carol watched intently, squinting her eyes against the sun and smiling with her teeth, hands ready to catch Monica. The girl climbed up a few feet and held on tight.

“So, this is how far I got last time with Mom. I just have to streeetchhhhh over to the next branch.”

“You got this, just pretend your arms are made of elastic and reach.”

Monica tried a few times to stretch over with no success, before deciding to just leap as far as she could to connect her hands. Carol’s heart nearly jumped out her chest, not even realizing her own feet had ended up off the ground, floating next to the girl who had successfully made the jump. She smiled at her mom, ignoring the small scratches on her forearms that were starting to bleed just a little bit.

“Jesu- Good job, Trouble! Just maybe tell me next time?”

“We’ll see.”

Monica shot back with that same toothy grin her mother has. She made her way up the rest of the tree and sat on the highest branch she felt comfortable with, kicking her feet with pride. Carol decided to climb the tree next, doing it with ease to meet Monica on the branch. She sat on the one next to it, as to not add too much weight.

“Why didn’t you just fly or float or something?”

“That would be cheating! Plus, I wanna be as cool as you are. I wish I had a camera so we could show your mom!”

“I’ll just have to do it again!”

“Sounds like a plan, kiddo.”

Carol laughed, squeezing Monica’s cheek just a bit before letting her climb on her shoulders to fly back down and head to the house to clean up.

After washing up, they decided to play some video games for a bit until it was time to start setting up for dinner. They had about two hours until Maria got home and they both wanted to at least be started on food when she arrived. Monica pulled out all her favorites and told Carol to pick which one to play first. They took turns picking after the first few rounds of operation, shutes and ladders, and jenga - all of which Monica won.

Carol insisted on playing something she had a fighting chance at, so they grabbed the deck of cards from the coffee table and played Go Fish. Carol won the first round, but Monica won the last three. Finally, admitting full defeat, Carol asked if they had anymore games. Monica grabbed two more from where they kept them, splaying them on the table. Carol’s eyes caught something familiar, pulling it to herself without a thought. She stared at the worn box and tried to remember. Monica watched, offering an explanation just as Carol was finding one of her own.

“Mom says she always used to beat you at this. She wouldn’t play it with me for a while but one day she brought it out after dinner and taught me. She beat me too the first two times, but I beat her after that. You wanna play?”

Carol wasn’t sure if she was biting back a smile, a laugh, or tears. She nodded and let Monica set the board up. Monica read the instructions out loud just in case Carol didn’t remember it, which Carol wasn’t sure if she did. She decided to just play and see what sticks. Monica handed her the light blue piece without asking, and Carol saw that it had her initials written on it. She watched as Monica sorted through the colors, passing over the purple one that had M.R written on it. She felt a tug in her heart as she watched Monica choose the red one that had a small, barely legible M.R on it too. She watched as Monica pulled out cards and then a set of white and black dice. Carol stood up abruptly, leaving Monica no time to question it.

“Hang on, there’s two pieces missing. I’ll go grab them.”

Carol ran upstairs almost embarrassingly fast and b-lined for the box she had looked through earlier. She grabbed the two colorful die she had left there earlier and headed back downstairs, feeling a mixture of excitement and belonging, along with a deeper, quieter sense of yearning.

Her and Monica played several rounds, Monica winning the first one until Carol remembered all her strategies from all the times she had beat Maria’s ass at the game. Carol agreed to another game, rolling the dice first since she lost the last round. She rolled doubles, and took her turn. While Monica was doing her lucky roll ritual of blowing on the dice and kissing her small hands, Carol felt herself slipping into a memory she had long displaced. She let herself remember slowly, recalling the reason the dice had even been separated from the game board in the first place.

“You take the board, I’ll take the dice. That way, we both have a piece, neither of us can play, and then no one else gets the chance to whoop your ass. That’s reserved for my talents.”

Carol laughed, but she was being serious. She was desperate to hold onto anything that could be just for them. Something she could carry in her pocket shamelessly, that no one would understand if they saw. They might think she had a gambling addiction or something, no one would suspect she was trying to hold onto any remnants she could of the woman she loved in her everyday life. She watched as Maria chuckled, probably formulating a sarcastic comeback, Carol assumed with a smirk. Maria never just accepted defeat, that's why they had played the game so many times.

“Sounds good to me, Danvers. I wouldn’t let anybody else win, anyway.”

Maria quipped back, knowing she never actually let the other woman win but she couldn’t resist making her think about the possibility. She, too, was happy to keep as many tangible reminders of what they had with her. They both had been fighting with themselves for their friendship to be enough, that having that ripped away from them sent them both reeling. She rubbed her finger over the ripped up pricing sticker on the back of the box waiting for Carol to respond.

“Yeah, OKAY. Like hell you let me win. No one loses that many times, THAT bad and is just letting-”

Maria wrapped her arms around the other woman, letting the box and a few pieces fall out on her bed. She held on tight and fought against sniffling. She wouldn’t let herself let it go. Let her go. She felt Carol choke on the words she didn’t get to finish and relax her body into the embrace. It was almost too relaxed. Neither wanted to admit they were fighting back tears that might never stop flowing if they let them start.

Carol didn’t mind being cut off, she was just finding words to string together anyway. There really wasn’t time for small talk but what else were they supposed to do? Leave it up to Maria to figure it out. To do the thing no one else would. To make the move everyone was afraid to - the one Carol was afraid too. Most people thought Carol was the fearless one just based off her usual demeanor and what people saw her do. Little did they know that she had never been more terrified than in this moment. Not knowing when they’d be able to play the game again. Not knowing when they would be able to touch like this again. Not knowing anything other than that they were afraid and loved each other so deeply.

They sat like that for longer than they both figured they should’ve, but neither felt any regret or shame in the moments as they piled up. They both ignored the awkward angle they were in, they both ignored the sounds outside the barracks room, they both ignored the clock as it ticked cruelly forward. They sank into each other, both laying their chins on the other's shoulder, letting the sides of their faces touch. It was close enough to look over and kiss. Neither dared to let the thought get too loud, choosing to let the contact be enough. It always had to be just enough, between them.

They didn’t say much after that, just small hums and sniffles here and there as they rocked slowly trying to find any sort of comfort they could. They laid down after a while, and before Maria could protest through her tears, Carol promised she would get up early enough to make it back to her room before the bus left the base. They laid there, quietly fighting sleep, wrapped as close together as they could be. Maria kept her face down and her forehead on Carol’s chest, Carol kept her arm under Maria’s neck and pulled her as close as she could with the other. Eventually she reached for Maria’s hand, this time it was her turn to do the thing that they both needed someone to do. Maria eventually cried herself to sleep, and Carol stayed up just rocking her softly until the sun came up.

When she stood up to leave, grabbing her bags and smoothing a hand over her braid, Maria turned over to take her in. She tried to glare at her, but it softened itself against her will into a sad smile.

“Don’t you dare leave without saying goodbye, Danvers.”

They both felt a warm tear or two tear itself across their cheeks. Carol tried her best to match the smile Maria was bravely offering her but it came off even weaker. She walked over and kissed the woman on the forehead before turning to leave, afraid that if she stayed even a minute longer she would never leave. Thoughts of going AWOL floated through her head for the billionth time since she had gotten her orders four days ago. She fought them off with as much strength as she could muster and took another step into the door frame.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She felt the glare of a rising sun sear into her eyes and she stepped through the threshold, choosing not to look back at the woman on the bed she had just left. Maria wondered if she would’ve looked back either, as she let herself curl into herself and let out the sobs she was fighting back before. She silenced them as best as she could and stayed that way until she had to get up, leaving her no choice but to pull herself together into something that resembled the woman she was just a few days before.

Carol stood outside the door, trying hard not to listen for Maria for a moment before forcing her feet forward. Step after step, more tears fell from her as she grit her teeth to fight back the screams sitting in her chest. She, too, had to be put together in the next few minutes and it seemed the most impossible task. It almost was.

“Ma’? It’s your turn.”

Carol shook her head, only then registering the wetness in her eyes. She picked up the dice and rolled them, trying to refocus on the game infront of her. She shouted when she rolled doubles again, meaning she got to go twice now.

“Looks like I still got it, afterall!”

“Yeah.. sure. Let’s ignore that I beat you all the other times.”

Monica laughed out, observing the change in her mother.

“I was just letting you win!”

Carol laughed, mostly to herself, as she moved the blue piece across the board.

“That’s what mom always says. I don’t believe her and I definitely don’t believe you!”

Monica shot back playfully. This made them both laugh, knowing it was true. Some things don’t change.

They kept playing a few turns until Monica finally decided to ask the question she had been formulating the whole game so far.

“What were you thinking about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just now, after you took your first turn. It seemed like you weren’t really here for a little bit.”

Monica, just like her mother, ever to the point. Carol hesitated before choosing to just answer truthfully.

“Sometimes, when I’m home with you guys or even when I’m out there in space.. If I touch something, or smell something or someone says a certain somethin’... I remember stuff. Sometimes its just a quick second in my mind, sometimes its like flashbacks. I have a lot of rememberin’ to do, so sometimes I get stuck trying to see it clearly.”

Monica stared at the woman in front of her with understanding eyes. She waited a moment before responding.

“That makes sense, you know. I heard on TV that amnesia can make it take a while to get all your memories back.”

Carol shifted in her seat at the word amnesia, because it was so medical. She never actually did get checked out by a doctor on earth, trying to avoid a conversation about why she was super charged 24/7. She didn’t want to draw attention to her family but she had heard the word being tossed around by Fury and Maria a few times. She nodded at Monica, motioning for the girl to take her turn as they talked. Monica continued.

“Ya’know… I like when you remember stuff. Sometimes I get sad thinking you don’t know all the stuff I do. But then I just remember that it's still in there somewhere. There’s a lot of good stuff waiting for you.”

The girl smiled reassuringly, finishing her turn and deciding to pat Carol’s hand softly just like her mom does to her when she’s upset by something.

“You’re pretty smart, you know that?”

“Of course I know that. I’m actually a genius, but that’s all just semantics.”

“You got me there, kiddo.”

Carol said while rolling the dice again and moving her pieces. She might actually win this round.

“If you ever have any questions about stuff, you can just ask me. Mommy doesn’t always tell you or me everything, but I remember. Sometimes I think I know more than both of you combined.”

Monica smirked, looking over the board calculating precisely how to take Carol out now that she had her where she wanted her. She took her turn calmly, trying not to alert Carol to her master plan. Carol watched mindlessly as the girls piece glided across the board. Maybe she wouldn’t win this round, actually.

“That would be nice, Mon. Thanks. You can ask me stuff too. Also, just spare me and take me out now!”

Carol smirked back, knowing she would have to roll doubles again to beat the red piece.

“It’s no fun if you just give up!”

Carol decided to do Monica’s good luck trick this time, blowing on each die separately and then kissing her hands when she brought them together. She tossed them on the board aimlessly, trying not to focus on the numbers so she didn’t jinx it. They both watched as both die rolled a 3.

“No way!”

“Haha! Maybe your lucky trick does work!”

Carol laughed as she moved her piece past Monica’s and into the goal. Finally, a win. She stood up and did a goofy dance around the table like Monica had done before her when she was winning. They both started the giggles again, deciding it was probably time to start cleaning up and getting everything ready for dinner.

As they sorted through the cabinets together, Monica standing on the counter despite what her mother would say, Monica began telling Carol stories to see if she could help jog her memory since Carol hadn’t asked any questions yet. She ran through her baby years, her toddler years - especially her ‘troublesome two’s’ as Maria calls them, and everything up until when Carol went missing. They both chose not to talk about why there was such a gap in time. Carol listened quietly, laughing here and there when the story almost always resulted in some hilarious mishap on Carol and Monica’s part. Monica felt successful as she could see her mom piecing things together while they attempted to boil noodles and mix together pasta sauce on the stove. They both tried to keep it from getting messy, not wanting to add any stress to Maria’s plate when she got home.

Monica told as many stories as she could while Carol took them in happily, filing some away to focus on later when she could fully process them. They were all happy moments, usually funny. It was nice to know that life was good before the accident. Finally, when they started grating the cheese together, Monica decided she would ask some questions now since she had told so many stories. She had a lot she wanted to know too.

“Here, you do this one and I’ll do this one. Just be careful with the grater, it can get tricky towards the end.”

Carol motioned to Monica as she walked over to the table with a bowl to put the cheese in when they were done. Carol picked up some cheese and got to work, being mindful herself. Just because cuts healed up quickly for her didn’t mean they didn’t sting when she got them. She knew this well, especially being in a kitchen. Monica started grating too, trying to perfectly time her question. She had been through the boxes upstairs too, always making sure to leave them how she found them so she didn’t tip her mother off. She never understood why she kept them private from her like she didn’t already know about most of the stuff in there.

“So, why don’t you and mom kiss anymore?”

Carol’s hand skidded to a stop, a choke coming up her throat that ended in a cough she could barely get out. She stood there stunned for a moment, unsure if she had heard the girl correctly. She didn’t notice the small cut on the side of her finger from the edge of the grater yet.

“W-what?”

“Why don’t you and mommy kiss anymore? I don’t know why she keeps all that stuff in the boxes upstairs a secret like I didn’t always see you guys. It was normal when you guys acted normal, now it’s weird seeing you two act different. Did you guys get into a fight or something?”

Carol was still too stunned to speak, standing over the more than half grated cheese that was now no good to use since her finger was bleeding a bit more. Monica looked up at her and noticed the blood, then stared at her with those same curious eyes, only now a touch of concern in them. Carol could feel the stare so she forced herself to shake her head again, clearing her throat in the process.

“I, um, I don’t really know what you’re talking about I don’t think.”

“Right. Here, your blood is ruining the cheese.”

Monica handed her a towel. Carol looked down and finally noticed all the blood. It wasn’t a crazy amount but definitely enough to have ruined the cheese. She wrapped the towel around it and walked to the sink, rinsing it off with cool water while she felt like she was in a daze. She started thinking about the letter Maria had sent her again. She read through the words in her head again, over and over while the water stung her finger. She could hear Monica in the back cleaning up her mess and she felt bad. She felt bad for ruining a part of dinner per usual, but also for reacting this way. And for not actually having an answer. She couldn’t have been sure before this but now she could.

Maybe? Maybe Monica meant cheek kissing or forehead kisses. Maybe her child mind was more innocent than Carol’s confused one. She turned the water off and looked in the junk drawer for some bandaids. She pulled out a pink barbie one and wrapped it tight over her new cut. It would probably be gone in a few hours but she wanted the security of the bandaid in the moment. For some reason, she felt shaken up again. Her face felt hot and her chest felt tight. She turned back to Monica who was finishing up her grating now, adding it into the bowl. As Carol walked back over to grab it to put with the rest of the food, she was searching for something to say in response that actually made sense. Before she could get anything out, Monica chimed in again.

“I’m sorry I asked, I wasn’t sure if it would make you feel funny. But please don’t tell mom I was snooping. I just wanted to see as much of you as I could. But she’ll be upset with me if you tell, I think.”

“Don’t worry about it, Trouble. Secrets safe with me.”

Carol said, smiling weakly at the girl. Monica did feel bad, but she also kind of knew this would be the reaction Carol would have. It only confirmed one of her theories, that Carol didn’t remember that her and Maria were in a relationship. She was almost tempted to say something else when they both heard the sound of Maria’s car pull in the long drive way. They looked at each other and nodded quickly. Monica started cleaning off the table while Carol started making plates. Finally, something her super speed could help with. She made all three plates and set them on the table right as Maria opened the front door. Monica ran over to her, hugging her tightly as she hung her bag on the rack near the door. She hugged back, running her hand softly over the girls forehead with a smile.

“Smells good in here. Did Monica cook?” Maria laughed, kicking off her work shoes and slipping on the sandals she wore around the house.

“Haha, very funny!”

Carol shouted from the kitchen where she was borderline having a panic attack, trying to figure out how to act normal enough to get through the rest of the night with Monica’s question looming over her head.

“Nope, I only helped! Mama Carol did most of the work. I made lunch though. Mom said it was the best sandwich she’d ever had anywhere in all the galaxies!”

Monica exclaimed, only half telling the truth, as she nearly dragged Maria to the kitchen table.

“I said something like that, yes.”

Carol laughed, her mouth forming into a smile when her eyes met Maria’s.

Maria smiled back before quickly looking around the kitchen, half expecting to see a new scorch mark somewhere.

“It looks… the same as I left it, in here, minus a few dirty dishes. I’m impressed, Danvers.”

Maria smirked, walking to the sink to wash her hands before sitting down and letting Monica get in her lap. She was certainly growing, she barely fit between the table and Maria anymore but she always made it work.

“How was your day?”

Monica asked her mother, once again kicking her feet excitedly, being back in the presence of Maria. It meant a lot to Maria that she still got excited to see her. She hoped it would last through puberty.

“Ya’know, same ol’ same ol’. Protecting the world from aliens, which oddly enough usually is just a bunch of paperwork no one else reads or signs. So, pretty successful I guess.”

Maria laughed, pulling Monica’s cheek in for a small peck.

“I’m more interested in how YA’LL’S day went. The lawn looks… great, by the way.”

Before Carol could chime in, which she wasn’t going to being that she was staring at Maria’s toned arms the entire time she’d been in the room, Monia answered for them both.

“It was AWESOME! We caught so many frogs, I named one after you, and then I finally climbed up the whole tree!”

Maria chuckled, noting the small scrapes on her daughter but not worrying. It wasn’t a normal day if Monica didn’t get at least one scrape or bruise from her exploring.

“Well, I’m flattered. Did you get any help from a certain superhero, by any chance?”

“Nope, she did it all on her own. Much faster than I did, too.”

Carol answered while shooting her hands up like finger guns, shooting a wink to Monica who delighted at the remark.

Maria looked at the pink Barbie bandaid on the woman’s finger and half laughed half frowned.

“Seems like no one made it out without a few cuts today, huh?”

Carol looked down at her hand, almost embarrassed. She laughed.

“She got that from grating cheese, not climbing the tree!”

Monica answered, once again saving Carol from trying to find words.

“Why am I not surprised? Well anyways, thank you both for doing such a good job with the chores today. Looks like you both really earned that extra tv time tonight.”

Maria winked at them both before letting Monica scoot off her leg and back into her own chair, ready to eat.

“Thank god, I’m so hungry. I forgot to pack lunch last night so all I had today was a bunch of coffee and some nasty as- mm, some gross altoids my secretary had.”

“Sheesh. I hope it actually tastes like food this time then! Oop, I forgot the forks.” Carol said, about to get up and grab them. Monica beat her to it and ran over to the counter, leaving the two women with a moment or two to take each other in. They both held back a sigh, and just smiled at each other. The eye contact felt too much for both of them, for the same and different reasons.

Monica returned and they broke their shared gaze, both feeling a mixture of missing it and thankful that it was over. Monica handed everyone a fork she had picked specifically for them and they all ate, swapping stories of their days back and forth. Maria laughed feeling relieved hearing how well the day went, she was hoping she would still have a house to come back between Monica and Carol. As they were all finishing their meals, Maria noticed the stack of games left out on the coffee table.

“Make sure you put those up, Mon’.” She said softly, taking a sip of some iced tea.

“I will. Also, guess who won the most games tonight? Guess, guess!”

Carol shook her head with a laugh.

“Hmm, if I was gonna take a wild guess… You?!”

Maria smiled widely, pointing at her daughter playfully.

“You betcha’! I whooped Mama Carol’s butt like eighty billion times at all the games. Even the one you taught me that she was supposed to be super good at, even with the new fancy dice! She only won that one three times, and the last one was just pure luck cause’ I almost had it!”

Carol and Monica laughed together, and suddenly Maria’s eyes unfocused. The laughter in the background melted into one sound, and everything else started to go quiet. She thought about the dice. The colors on the dots. Where she had left them sitting, in the box, in her room. She thought about why they were in Carol’s belongings and not her own. Then she thought about everything else that was in the box with them. She only came to when Monica and Carol’s laughing slowed down, reminding her that it would seem weird if she didn’t respond in the next second or two.

“Well, it looks like the mighty do fall sometimes. I used to let her win that game every time we played it.”

Maria half heartedly laughed with a smirk, almost instantly regretting bringing up the past. Carol looked down at her almost empty plate for a moment before fixing her own face to shoot back something well timed and sarcastic enough to play off the shudder that sentence sent through her spine.

“Hmm, crazy cause when it comes to everyone else in the world, meaning you, I’m still the world champion. Monica just had that lucky dice trick.”

Before Maria could even laugh, Monica jumped in.

“Hey! It’s not just the lucky dice, I just also happen to be the smartest person in the whole wide stinkin’ world too!”

“You make a good point.”

Carol and Maria said in unison, both with an adoring laugh. All three looked at each other and broke out laughing, feeling thankful for the lack of awkwardness that probably would’ve left in the air if it wasn’t so funny.

After that, everyone finished and avoided the different subjects on everyone’s minds happily. Carol cleaned up the plates, grazing by Maria’s arm while she walked to the sink. Monica pulled Maria over to the couch with her while Carol washed the dishes, quickly putting away all the games they had left out and positioning herself on the couch while Maria flipped through the channels for her. She had sat right in the middle, leaving just enough space for either woman on both sides of her. She really did live up to that nickname sometimes, both mother’s thought. When Carol made her way over, they were just settling on a show to watch.

“Remember, you get 10 extra minutes.”

“Does that have to count commercials? Can we pause the timer when they come on? Pleeeeeaasssshhhhh.”

Monica pretended to beg to both women who laughed.

“We’ll see what we can do. Time starts now, though.”

Maria answered her. Monica turned towards the tv and leaned back, wanting to take in every minute she had. She normally would get about an episode and a half in during her nighttime tv, maybe two if her mom dozed off in between. She was sure she was going to get at least two this time, since Maria looked sleepy. She didn’t account for Carol’s super powers making her have a longer stamina, but she figured she wouldn’t snitch. She looked up at her as they watched and she shot her down a wink in return, solidifying their silent agreement. As long as it was still summertime, Carol didn’t have an issue with it. Of course, she wouldn’t go against Maria, though, unless of course she fell asleep. Which she usually did.

The three sat through an episode, choosing not to count the commercials in their internal timers, and started the second one. A few minutes in, Monica had positioned herself with her head and back on Carol’s lap, with her legs and feet on Maria’s. She watched the show quietly, not noticing herself dozing off. Once the second episode was over, she was fast asleep, nearly drooling on Carol. Both women laughed quietly at the sight. Maria reaches for the remote to turn off the tv while Carol effortlessly lifts Monica up and begins to walk her to her room. As she walks away, Maria fights the idea of Carol lifting her that way and carrying her to bed. She shakes her head and stands up to go to the fridge.

When Carol makes her way back downstairs after carefully tucking the young girl in, she’s greeted with Maria passing her a beer and a bottle opener.

“Not sure if you still need to use these, but c’mon.”

Carol doesn’t need it but she chooses to use it anyway. She follows Maria without question through the front door and onto the porch. The sun is down now and it’s not quite as warm as it was the night before.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Maria says, taking a long swig from the cold bottle. She sits down on the steps and leans back on her elbows, beer still laced between her fingers. She looks like she’s relaxing but Carol wonders if she is. She stands against one of the posts for a moment, opening her beer, before sitting down next to the woman but not too close. She hopes she’s the only one who can feel the tension in the air. It’s different than last time she was home.

“Long day, I take it?”

“Always.”

Maria sighs with a short laugh, taking another sip.

“But that’s the job. I’m sure you get it.”

Maria finishes, not sure if what she said sounded shady or not. It wasn’t meant to be. Or maybe it was, but it wasn’t coming from the part of her she was trying to show up as it. It was coming from the part she was burying inside of her.

“I do, but I also don’t. You have a lot to handle all the time. I’m happy I… can help, I guess.”

Carol wasn’t sure if that last part was a question or not. They both almost flinched at the word help. Carol was more than just a friend who liked to help. She was a parent and neither wanted her to take that away from herself just because of how long she had been away. Both decided not to say anything in the moment, though. They both just sipped their beers and looked out in front of them, gazing up and out at the world around them. Somehow, it felt bigger now that they were both on it together.

Maria thought about the box again, trying to keep it from her mind to no avail. She also thought about Carol’s skin grazing against hers in the kitchen earlier. She wondered if their contact would be minimal. Despite the late night and early morning they had shared, they hadn’t really touched or even been this close since. The first night never counted, that was their unspoken rule since the second time Carol had been home.

She was exhausted when she arrived, fighting to stay awake long enough to talk to both Rambeaus’ even though she wanted to so badly. It had been a particularly grueling mission and she had flown directly back to Earth after the conflict was over, not taking a break. So, when Maria offered to watch some TV with her on the couch, she sank quickly into the cushions. Before they knew it, they had woken up to the sun coming through the living room windows, curled into each other. Neither thought it was weird then, so why was it weird now?

Carol thought about the box too, rereading the words from the letter in her mind again. Thinking about the pictures on Maria’s desk. Then she thought about the dream she had, with everyone sitting on the porch. She was so deep into replaying it that she almost jumped when a frog hopped by, startling both women from their respective day dreams.

“I think that’s the one Monica named after you.”

Carol laughed, remembering the day she had fondly.

“I’m flattered.”

Maria laughed back, the laugh jumping up her throat. It’s like she needed to laugh, after a long day of dealing with domestic and intergalactic bullshit, along with the mark Carol was burning into her brain.

It started to go quiet again until Carol spoke up, feeling the bubbles from the beer in her brain even if it wasn’t going to get her tipsy.

“You know, I dream about sitting on this porch a lot.” “Yeah?”

Maria asks, not looking at Carol.

“Yeah. With you and Mon. There’s always a shit ton of bubbles everywhere and it’s always a really nice day. I have that dream a lot. Except for when I’m actually here.”

Carol explained, partly relieved to share it with Maria. She leaned back, taking a sip before setting the beer down on the step next to her. She waited to see if Maria would answer, unsure if she wanted her to.

Maria sat with a small smile, unsure if she would be able to keep herself composed through the moment. She dreams about home.

“You know, when you first came back with your powers, I wondered if you still even needed to sleep.”

“Ha, you know I had the same thought when I realized I wasn’t actually half Kree. On the planet, I slept but I never felt tired. I only started to feel regular human things when I came back here. It was nice to feel sleepy again. It made rest feel satisfying, instead of just kind of necessary.”

Maria looked over at Carol, daring to meet eyes if she looked over too. She wanted to run a hand over the woman's thigh, comfort her for all the things she was sure were running through her mind. She wanted to reach out, pull her into her chest, and hold her there like a child. She wanted to rip all the pain of being conditioned and having to fight to undo it from her, stop it out on the ground and set it on fire for her. With a regular match, not fire from her hands even though sometimes she was convinced she could produce some magic power from her own hands too if she let herself feel enough. She hadn’t realized she had been staring and hadn’t responded until Carol finally turned to look at her.

“I’m okay, you know. You don’t have to look at me like I’m gonna burst into flames any second. I’m okay, I feel normal being here.”

Carol smiled reassuringly, almost shyly.

“I know, I just hate those bastards.”

Maria sighed, letting her shoulders fall as she looked down at the space between them.

“I feel you. But, you know, someone once told me hate takes up too much room.”

Maria’s heart skipped a beat. Of course Carol would remember one of her wiser parables now, when all she wanted to do was be angry for her. It was usually the other way around, but despite her usual craziness, Carol always had a way of saying the right thing at the right time, even if she didn’t mean to. A superpowered space warrior was right two times a day, it seemed. She let herself laugh, but it came out rougher than she had expected.

Carol reached over instinctively to grab her hand, squeezing it tight. That’s the second time. Maria thought, wondering if Carol was counting the times they touched too. She felt a dangerous warmth push its way to her chest. She would blame it on the beer like she always did but she couldn’t. Why was she on the verge of tears?

“Hey.” Carol whispered, trying to look at the woman’s face. She tried to smile, squeezing her hand again. This time, Maria squeezed back before pulling it away and picking her empty beer bottle up.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower, long day, you know. If you wanna borrow some pajamas again, feel free to grab some from my dresser.”

Carol sat still for a moment, wondering if she had gone too far. Normally conversations like this would flow with ease and mutual fluidity. They would hang on each other’s every word until the inevitable came when the sun rose. Maria would wake Monica up to say goodbye, they’d share a cup or two of coffee and by the time the sun was almost at it’s peak, Carol would be long in the distance, no longer even in the atmosphere. So now, having more time than normal, she hoped she hadn’t over stepped. As Maria closed in on the door, only half a step before entering, Carol turned around to look at her.

“Where do you want me to sleep?”

Maria paused, not sure what to say. How did she communicate that she would rather pull her own hair out strand by strand than lay in her bed alone, without Carol Danvers, for another night? How did she explain that she didn’t want to sleep, she was tired in a way only Carol’s skin and fingers and mouth could heal her of? How did she communicate that this was her house too, and she could sleep wherever the fuck she wanted - on the roof if she pleased - as long as Maria could be next to her, without saying any of that?

“Wherever you feel comfortable.” She turned and smiled as best as she could before letting the screen door close behind her, trying to keep a normal pace as she made her way to the bathroom.

Carol sat on the steps for a few more minutes, giving Maria time to get her things for her shower ready and giving herself time to ponder what she should do. Should she sleep on the couch? Should she tell Maria that there’s no where in the universe more comfortable to her than next to her? Should she pretend she didn’t read the letter and see the pictures and hear what Monica said earlier? Should she just sleep on the god damn couch? Having not made up her mind yet, she wandered upstairs and pulled out an old teeshirt from one of the boxes she had been in earlier. She shivered when she looked at the box with the letter in it. She forced herself to focus, shuffling through to find anything appropriate to wear and pulled out some old PT shorts. They were certainly going to be shorter on her now than they were then, given she had put on some much needed muscle in certain areas but they’d have to do.

She felt too embarrassed to go through Maria’s drawer, wear her clothes and then awkwardly make her way to the couch downstairs, only to have to face her in the morning when breakfast time came. She didn’t feel right marking Maria’s belongings, even if they were just a bunch of holiday themed pajamas that she didn’t wear that often anyways.

Carol decided to change as quickly as she could, and wait to say goodnight to Maria when she came in. She figured she should probably sleep on the couch, suddenly feeling very much like a guest who didn’t want to overstay their welcome. She switched out of her bottoms and underwear, jumping into the shorts she had found. They were snug but not uncomfortable. She took her shirt off quickly and as she began pulling her sports bra over her head, Maria walked in.

Shit.

They both thought in unison. Thankfully, Carol’s back was to the door, so she pulled on the t shirt she found quickly while scolding herself for not paying attention enough to hear Maria coming down the hall.

“S-sorry! I didn’t know you were in here yet. Didn’t see anything.”

Maria assured, despite the fact that she was still staring at Carol’s once bare back while the woman folded up her clothes in a hurry. To Carol’s surprise, when she turned around, all she saw was Maria’s naked shoulders, moisturized perfectly, with a purple towel wrapped around her. She turned back around almost quicker than Maria could register. It was Carol’s turn to stutter.

“Oh shit, s-sorry! I didn’t see anything either! I didn’t hear you coming!”

Maria accidentally laughed.

“Don’t you have super hearing?”

“Shut up! It only works when you pay attention to it! I thought you were still in the shower. I’m surprised you were so fast, Lt. Trouble told me you use all the hot water.”

Carol quipped back confidently, although she was still turned around and suddenly felt very warm.

“Oh, Trouble indeed. What else did she tell you?”

“A bunch.”

Carol responded with a smirk in her voice. She sounded like a middle schooler, again reminding Maria how alike her and Monica were.

“I’m sure. You can turn around now, if you want.”

Carol turned to see Maria smoothing a big white shirt over her belly button, quickly covering up the top of her thighs that were barely covered by the blue boy shorts she was wearing underneath. Carol stared down at the clothes in her hands trying not to seem as anxious as she was. She bent down to pick up the black pair of underwear and a sock she had dropped when she heard Maria chuckle.

“HA! What the hell are you wearing? Are those PT shorts? And does your underwear say Danvers? You still do that?”

She was practically giggling at this point, a sound that sprung butterflies up in Carol’s stomach. It also taunted her, leaving her no choice but to rebuttal.

“Listen man! I’m working with what I got! And no, I don’t still write my name in my underwear. I got these from the box of my old clothes.”

Carol quipped, but found herself almost giggling too. She would’ve found it funny if Maria had on PT shorts from bootcamp too.

“Whew. That is hilarious, Danvers.”

Maria breathes out, barely recovering from her fit of laughter at Carol’s expense.

“Oh yeah, I’m flattered!”

She rolled her eyes playfully at Maria. They both sat down on the bed trying to collect themselves, both feeling lighter than before by a small margin.

After a few moments, Maria broke the impending silence before it could secure itself between them.

“Seems like you an Mon’ had a good day. Hopefully she didn’t give you too much trouble for one day.”

“Nah, it wasn’t too bad at all. She did whoop my ass in pretty much every game you guys own though.”

Carol smiled to herself. Maria fought hard to avoid bringing up the board game and the dice again. She quickly found a new topic to latch onto.

“You know, I must say, you also really did a great job not burning the place down with all that cooking you were doing. Are the aliens teaching you how to handle a kitchen or have you been practicing?”

She laughs, almost forced but she was actually impressed.

“Mmm. Id say it was pure dumb luck, but I’m gonna try to replicate it tomorrow.”

Carol chuckles, not knowing that the mention of tomorrow was sending Maria’s heart into a frenzy. Silence weasled it’s way back between them for a few moments, although Carol didn’t pick up on it as much this time. It wasn’t until Maria broke it again that she realized it was her turn to figure out how to not let it freeze the warm air between them.

“So, there’s a tomorrow?”

Maria asked timidly, not wanting to latch too tightly onto the idea that Carol might be staying for longer than coffee in the morning.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be here tomorrow. I wanna try my hand at making waffles this time.”

Carol tries to cut the returned tension she felt.

“I was thinking about working on my old car in the garage too, if that’s okay with you of course.”

“Yeah, of course. You know you don’t have to ask. This is your house, too. And it’s literally your car.”

Your house, too. Carol reached into the pocket of the pants she had on earlier, pulling out two colorful dice. She rolled them around in her hand for a second.

“Yeah?”

She said, turning to finally face the woman sitting once again a bit too far away from her. The feeling of being a guest in her own home no longer sat in her chest. She allowed her eyes to make their way up Maria’s frame before meeting her eyes. Carol felt her hand move towards the woman, who was now looking down at one of the die in her non moving hand. Maria was almost terrified to meet her gaze, breath caught in her throat. Carol felt their hands connect, dropping the other die in her hand before closing her fingers around Maria’s. The woman next to her squeezed tight, almost too tight even for the superhero.

Maria finally met Carol’s eyes with her own, finally releasing her breath, allowing her chest to move.

“Yeah.”

She said softly, almost too soft to hear but just enough for Carol. They both looked like they might burst into tears, both of them having to break eye contact but refusing to release each other from their grip. Third time, Maria counted in her blurring mind. She suddenly felt like all she could hear was her own heartbeat and Carol’s breath. They were close again, it was all she needed. She needed to feel Carol’s skin, know she was real. Know she wouldn’t let go.

Carol struggling against her own breath, finally let the desperation sitting inside of her take control.

“What’re we doing, ‘Ri?”

She asked, in almost a whisper. She heard Maria’s breath get choked in her throat, just like she had earlier in the kitchen with Monica. She was still worried that she might have pushed too far too fast, but she needed something. Anything Maria could give her. An answer, a rejection, anything. She couldn’t sit still in the stifled confusion much longer, she feared she might actually implode. She waited, listening to Maria’s breathing. In and out, in and out. Like she was trying to quietly catch her breath. She heard her heart beat, it matched her own. Like they could beat out of their chests and find the other heart. Like they needed to be pressed together. So, Carol did just that. Finally listening to what her body was telling her. Hoping it wouldn’t be the wrong thing.

Just as Maria tried to whisper I don’t know, she let go of Maria’s hand and pulled her in, chest to chest, nestling her face in Maria’s shoulder. Maria whimpered, almost in shock. It took her almost 10 seconds to return the embrace, finally crushing into Carol the way she needed to. She knelt her face in the warmth of Carol’s neck, creating a tsunami in Carol from the graze of her lips against the side of her neck alone. They made themselves impossibly close, quieting the sounds of the world and honing in on each other’s heart beats. They took in each other’s scent, filling their lungs with the air surrounding each other. They let their hair tickle each other, finding comfort in the familiar feeling of Blackness around them. They rocked into each other to a rhythm that was so natural it almost felt like part of breathing. Finally, Maria let it drop.

A single tear rolled down Carol’s shoulder, sliding down as far as it could carry itself. Maria choked back what was sure to be her own tsunami.

“Mar-”

“I miss you. -- I miss you I m-iss you I miss you.”

She whispered with a drawn out sob. It was so quiet, it felt tragic to them both.

Carol was silent, letting the woman release whatever she was ready to, feeling her chest heave with the impatience to relieve itself from the pent up emotions. She felt the woman in her arms shake softly, trying to fight back anything she convinced herself was a weakness. She had things to do, a person to be, a child to raise. She couldn’t let the grief get her again. But it was always there, maybe even more now in some ways. She hadn’t let this happen in so long, and the weight of pretending had pushed her to the edge of herself. She was the strongest woman in the world, and it was because she was soft.

Carol struggled against her own tears, trying not to let them come so that she wouldn’t center her own pain in the moment. They were both too similar for their own good. She listened to Maria’s body pull the words up her throat and out her mouth, betraying her as they saved her from the pit she kept forcing herself into.

“I miss you ss-so much.” She repeated several times over. Like it was the only language she spoke. Eventually, she stopped, letting her fingers relax from gripping into Carol’s skin as tight as she could. She leaned into Carol more, feeling the weight of her body’s exhaustion mix with that of her mind. Carol let her, holding her firm but gentle. She lifted the woman up just as effortlessly as she did Monica, and carried her to her side of the bed, never moving her face from her shoulder. She laid her and herself down, sliding easily over top of her until she was on her side, careful not to put any weight on Maria’s body. She pulled the cover over them, that being the only time her hand left Maria’s body. She cradled the soft woman, giving her all of herself. She rocked her gently, counting her heart beats.

As Maria’s breath finally got slower and deeper, she knew she would be asleep soon. Maria didn’t want to sleep but she needed it. Carol needed it to. They stuck to each other like glue, once again paying no mind to the heat stuck between them. Carol whispered back, finally.

“I miss you too.”

She felt Maria squeeze her tighter, then release and finally relax her body all the way.

No more sniffles, no more sounds, just the weightless feeling of being together. It was easy again, for the moment. Carol rubbed her thumb lightly over Maria’s back, comforting them both enough to rest. She let the thoughts she had been fighting release from the walls of her mind, daring to look at them. She thought about the night in the lake, laying in the sand. She thought about the night before she left for a new base, with no idea when they’d be together again. She thought about the first time she came home, the gentle uncertainty between them melting away like it always did - no matter how much still needed to be figured out. She wasn’t sure how much progress had been made, but she knew that this is where she needed to be. As she finally let herself drift off to sleep, knowing that Maria was alright enough now, she knew she wouldn’t dream. She released herself to the peace of belonging, only to be startled one more time.

“Don’t you even think about leaving until you finish that car.”

Maria commanded, even in her softest state. Carol smiled, feeling even more in place now.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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hyuckilstan · 2 years

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hi mah bebii, ik that you have been busy with school and personal life and i am missing you so much buttt here i am, and i wanna make a request.

I have been watching nct contents nowadays and fckkk park jisung's been wrecking me so hard 🙈

so, can i please have a fluffy jisung imagine where he tried so hard to learn cooking just so he can give you a sweet date night at your home?

Thank you so much and luv u mah yeosang~ 🥹💗

Pairing: Park Jisung x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, crack(?)

Warnings: none I could think of

Wc: (idk honestly) words

a/n: HI HII MY WOOYOUNG sorry this took long but I tried my best<333 its so cheesy lmao help-

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“That’s not how you do it!” a high pitched shriek came from the boy who stood behind Jisung, who had been preparing for a date, a surprise one. He told his best friend Chenle that he was planning to cook something special for you for dinner, it was not the most special but the most Jisung could offer.

And of course his friend was bound to be worried (although he showed it in a questionable way), especially since he had to be watched if he had burnt down their dorms even just when he made ramen, so Chenle volunteered to help.

“I- then how-” Jisung asked confused, “Just- go wash these” Chenle told him continuing the work that he gave to Jisung, Jisung simply nods and takes the vegetables, bringing them to the sink.

He pauses for a while though, standing there like a statue, just then Chenle looked back at him, “What’s wrong?” he asks his friend who just froze, “Am I supposed to wash this with dishwasher or...”

Chenle’s eyes widened in a ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me’ expression, and the boy just smiled awkwardly, just as Chenle was about to speak another voice interrupted them.

“Jisungie! I’m home!” it was your voice which startled both the boys, they both walked to the door, seeing you take off your jacket, they just stood there.

“What’re you guys up to?” you asked, they looked at each other than back at you, causing you to raise a brow. “Uh we uh...” Jisung started speaking looking around even though it wasn’t like they were doing anything sketchy.

“I gotta go, bye Y/N! Happy one year anniversary together,” Chenle said rushed, you didn’t bother calling him cause you know he’ll ignore you anyways.

“Hey,” Jisung flashed you a smile which you mirrored, you slowly walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you snuggled onto his chest, “You’re home early,” Jisung says in his deep voice, which you loved, it gave you some kind of unexplainable peace and warmth.

“Yeah, boss let me go early,” you say and he hums, wrapping his arms around you as well, his nimble fingers raking your hair, “I missed you,” you said and you could hear a small yet low giggle from your boyfriend.

“I missed you too,” he replies and you smile, “What were you doing anyways?” you asked looking up at Jisung whose cheeks were getting pink after the question, “Well I wanted to do something for our special day and-”

Jisung stopped speaking mid-sentence when you started sniffing, “It smells like something is burning,” you say and the tall boy’s eyes widen, “The food!” he shouts breaking the hug, dashing towards the kitchen with you tailing behind him, after turning off the stove he groans, holding his head at disbelief that he forgot about it.

“Babe? What’s wrong- oh-” you said once you saw the cooking disaster, “Don’t tell me you almost just burnt our apartment down,” he slowly turns towards you with an expression that shows awkwardness.

”W-well you see- I just so happened to try to uh...” he starts saying and stops, looking at you, seeing you listen carefully, signalling him to go on.

“Well it’s our one year anniversary of being together and, I wanted to do something special,” he says quietly and sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. After finishing his sentence, there was silence and when he looked up he notices you smiling at him sweetly, as you always have, the tall and shy boy has always been so sweet, tries his best although it may not turn out to be the prettiest.

“Atleast say something?” he looks away, feeling shy under your loving stare, he will never get used to it, the way you look at him as if he is the most special person to exist with so much adoration is something he knows he’ll never get used to yet never get enough of.

You didn’t respond, not verbally, you quietly wrapped your arms around the tall boy’s waist, engulfing him into a warm and tight hug, inhaling his welcoming scent.

“I love you Park Jisung.”

His heart skipped a beat the moment those words came out your mouth, looking up at him, you smiled again, seeing the poor boy red like a tomato, you could even feel his heartbeat beat faster.

“I- I love you too,” he replies facing away to make sure you don’t see the blush on his cheeks, although that had already failed.

“You’re cute,” you giggled, loosening your arms around him, “I appreciate it though Ji, it’s the thought that counts,” you said and he smiles, glad that he met someone so understanding and sweet like you.

“Well now,” you walked away from him, going to the mess in the kitchen, clapping your hands together, “Let’s clean this up, then we can eat ramen and watch a movie okay?” you suggested.

He nods with a smile, walking towards you and looking at you, pulling you into another hug, one which made you the flustered one this time round.

“Thank you Y/N,” he rakes the locks of your hair, his soothing voice filling you with a deep sense of calm.

“I appreciate you so much,” he does and he always will, for always supporting him, always being so open-minded and understanding, and for always being so patient with him.

He sighs out before finishing his entire sentence.

“I love you, and I don’t think I will ever stop.”

Taglist: @amangooo, @yeo-hehet, @zen626, @hwanchaesong, @yungisstar1117 (lemme know if you wanna be added, removed or if I forgot to add you :3)

#nct ff #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream ff #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #jisung ff #jisung imagines #jisung fluff #jisung x reader #jisung park ff #jisung park fanfic #jisung park imagines #jisung park fluff #jisung park x reader

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straye · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 : the hella sweet munday meme ( ORIGINAL SOURCE, FORMATTED TO BE A DASH GAME. )

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

Block and blacklist, block and blacklist. Out of sight out of mind is a real thing here, and even reading everything on someone's blog to be able to do that efficiently.

⛅ Do you believe aesthetics are another form of expression?

In a way, yeah! I mean, the way I have my blog set up is certainly so.

☮ Are you feeling happy and inspired right now?

Happy, I guess. Inspired, errr. Trying!

☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you?

Maybe once? I mean Ren once said that the verse they made with Ghostshima was for me and I almost bawled my eyes out because I feel passionately about that evil little tape worm and the effect he has on Kogami past the grave. T_T

⚌ Who inspires you?

[dial up sounds]

♋ Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?

I don't use FCs at all if I can help it, so I think this is geared more towards people who use rl FCs? But if I had to say, as someone who observes secondhand, MORE SOUTHEAST ASIAN / BROWN / BLACK / INDIGENOUS FCS !!!

☸ Do you reblog from the source when someone practices reblog karma or do you follow it?

I reblog from the source for a cleaner activity tab, and I expect the same courtesy. Though, if it's something I can send in, I always try sending in stuff for memes.

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

I'll be honest with you, no, and I've had very good reason not to be over the years.

⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?

Hard question, because I'd say kinda.

♛ Have you ever seen drama be maturely sorted out?

No lol.

♞ Do you tend to ignore drama?

Generally. It stops being drama if someone is a genuinely bad person or is up to some heinous shit though.

☾ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

One, a very long time ago. Now? Hell no.

☻ Have you ever made someone a promo or a positive shoutout?

Yes! <3 I always try to.

☎ What do you think about bias lists?

I only do these for like. KPop biases lol. Do you guys remember the mess that was follow forevers? I think we've learned from then.

☈ How many people would you say likes you?

I should hope my following, though idc if anyone hate follows.

♡ How many people do you like? Are there any people in particular that pop up?

Most of my following ??? I know me and @sorrowmarked , @withgutsandglory and @ungodli are super cool. I also wuv @kudakenai and @vtriol forever and ever. me and @yeonban have crazy meow meow to meow meow communication. Me and @n0fa0e have been friends for yeeeeears <3. And @naisetsu is pretty neat too. <3 ALSO @achroanimus FOR THEIR AMAZING IDEAS AND DEPICTION OF THE EVIL LITTLE MAN. I also owe so much to @amaeranthos. I also love love love what @vulpesse and @aahri do for a certain fox of whom I am smitten over ..............

☢ What calms you down after negativity?

Vidya games, talking to my best friend. :3

☠ What keeps you happy?

Thinking about Kogami Shinya.

☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone?

If they're funny as hell. Always.

☕ Is it often you hear people complimenting your blog? Characters, writing, theme, icons, etc.

No, not really, though the latest compliment I've gotten was the fact that my Kogami is so baby girl and I needed a moment to cry (positively) about that. <3

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

This was before this blog's time but when me and an ex made an entire multiverse of OCs. :( I miss that, and my OCs are still around, but that was a weirdly formative experience. Also when me and @ungodli had this rhythm for our first thread where our replies kept getting longer and longer and at some point we stopped apologizing for that LMAO AND WHEN ME AND @achroanimus STARTED OUR KOGAMI AND GHOSTSHIMA THREAD THAT I STILL NEED TO REPLY TO AUGH

⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

When me and my partners will reply to something and when we see it we immediately alert each other with raw reactions <3

☐ What trends are you currently into?

girl idk.

★ What fandom do you consider welcoming?

I don't really pay attention to this. </3

☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in?

It's small and quiet and if you want to be left alone you'll be well left alone.

☉ What fandom do you believe needs improvement? What could you do to do that?

No comment.

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

Um honestly yes especially when it comes to NSFW content and what kind of shit we'll let fly. It used to be that you'd see obscurely tagged full blown rl porn on your feed but now people have the courtesy to actually try tagging it better as well as people just feeling safe enough to call people out on bigotry and condoning gross shit. I kinda wish this environment is the one little 12-13 year old me started off on lol.

♨ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that has been problematic but offered critique and then watched them improve?

Yes but they did not improve.

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

Quoting some of my favorite medias / poems / etc. If you squint, you'll see my writing riddled with them. >:)

⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

I don't have a lot of experience with saying so but some of the villains I play where I don't mind duplicates : we really do understand these characters more than most of their fans do.

☀ What’s the best thing about roleplaying?

What isn't there to like about putting my character in all sorts of whacky scenarios or whatnot with characters he'll probably not have much interaction with or otherwise? Creating AUs, connecting with people through him, and even getting people into Psycho-Pass mwhahaha.

⛵ What genres do you like writing the most?

Slice of life, hurt-comfort, fluff, comedy, action. I want to try horror one of these days so bad.

☺ What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

Little things that remind me of Kogami; then, I'm possessed by his spirit to let the world know that xyz is so him. Then his spirit leaves me. It often tends to be other forms of media, music, poems.

#munday.#do i dare disturb the universe? ∶ ( ooc. )#do i dare eat the peach? ∶ ( dash game. )

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years

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Him as a Genshin Player | Haikyuu & BNHA

☽ UGHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TT^TT anyways! the thought i had yesterday was during when i was choosing the next character I was like "kenma would get Diluc" and then this idea hit me! Like I said, it's ironic how I didn't think of this earlier. Also yes, this is my first thing for my "multifandom" (it's 99.9% still genshin :')) blog now ^w^

☽ Anyway! Enjoy, I worked really hard on this ;-; the format's a little messy I didn't wanna make a list for it... but I ended up doing it anyway halfway through

☽ Side note: I don't remember the tags so it looks like a mess down there. don't worry about it :')

☽ Includes: Kenma Kozume, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Yu Nishinoya, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki, and Eijiruo Kirishima

☽ HAIKYUU!! ☾

» Kenma Kozume

Lmao.

Has every single character. Multiple constellations if he wants for the five stars. Gaming is his job sooo technically, he’s just excelling at his work ^w^

Sadly though, he’s got shit luck with the gacha. It’s like losing the 50/50 is tradition with him. If he doesn’t lose the 50/50 something in the world has gone horribly wrong. So yeah, he’s constantly swiping that credit card- His weapon luck sucks just as much.

His artifact luck is amazing though, he doesn’t have to suffer as long as some other people. But then again… he has so many characters-

He has a solid main team but those alternate teams are also pretty much perfect, too. He gets bored and his stream chat recommends he build some character and he’ll do it. Going off this, he’ll also build any characters for you if you want. For example, you don’t have time but want to build that Venti, let him borrow your account. He’ll stream his progress and before you know it, you’ll have Venti all built!

He knows all the secret chest locations, he can find all the anemoculous, geoculous, electroculous, he knows the farming routes, easiest way to make mora, level characters, get those friendship levels up- ok, you get.

He knows everything. Probably quite a bit of the lore too.

He’ll whale for you. What’s that? Zhongli just came out and you want him? Log in the next day and you might have a C1 Zhongli :)

He’ll carry you through all the domains and through the bosses. He wants your team to be as strong as his!

Co-op for days with you and probably only you.

If you’re new or still learning, he’s the best because he knows everything! And it’s so fun to play with him!

He’ll stream while he plays with you but if that makes you uncomfy, no worries! He’ll find time!

Yes, you can play on his account, just try not to switch artifacts around TOO much. You can, though! For example you want to play on his Diluc- just move around whatever you want and use whatever team you want- he’s already got his stuff memorized. That last team preset is for you! Use it how you want!

He’ll let you decorate his tea pot if he can decorate yours. He loves showing it off.

» Tadashi Yamaguchi

It takes him a minute to learn. He takes his time and you can’t rush him.

He has a few five stars cuz he’s lucky but he will opt to save up for one he really wants.

He does have favorites: Zhongli, Albedo, Bennett, Xiao, and Keqing. He’s got a c5 Bennett but no constellations of the 5 stars. He does have a c1 Jean, though.

He’s actually lucky with the weapons. He’s got Wolf’s Gravestone on a single pull, Skyward Spine with like 25 pity, and Primordial Jade Spear.

It takes him some time to learn about the game. He might miss an anemoculi here and a geoculi over there, but he’ll get them in the end.

Super invested in the lore. Like you’ll wake up to a text about a new theory he learned and it’s just so adorable to watch him gush. And of course, every now and then he has his own theories.

He’s not a whale, because he has his solid team and doesn’t roll unless he REALLY wants a character. This man will have like 12k primogems saved up for a future character. His luck is better than average, so he’ll roll for you too if you want.

He’s slow and he takes his time with the game- so you’re probably carrying him through the domains. But it’s ok! He doesn’t mind and it’s all about having fun.

You two learn together! You have plenty of giggles when you realize you missed an obvious chest, or that the tree in Inazuma levels up your electrogranums so you can get to those hidden electroculous- it’s just a lot of fun.

Whenever he has time, he’ll try and play with you. However, if you’re busy one day- or even for a few days- he’ll play on your account. He’ll do your dailies, weeklies if you can’t do them, and will even try finishing some events so you have the primogems at least. If you really want something from an event (i.e an outfit or a namecard) he’ll play and try to get it for you!

Of course you can play on his account! He’d never stop you! Just like him, you’ll often jump just to make sure his dailies are done and he’s caught up on certain events. Other than that, you find it fun to run around on his account, collecting the materials he’ll need for a certain character. Please don’t move the artifacts around too much, he’ll forget and try to fight a boss only to do 179 damage.

He loves to decorate the Serenitea pot with you. You two will often switch accounts and just decorate each other’s homes, adding cute little things that have been previous inside jokes.

» Yu Nishinoya

He was pretty excited for Genshin Impact to come out. Like he already had the game downloaded before launch. He definitely got you to do the same because he wanted to play with you as soon as possible. He forgot co-op unlocks at level 16.

He does have a couple of five stars, but they were accidental. As in he lost the 50/50 and got them. He has a c4 Mona, c5 Jean, c1 Keqing, Venti, paid for c1 Zhongli, Childe, c1 Kazuha, and got SUPER lucky with Klee, Eula, and Ayaka. His luck with characters is horrible. He plays so much that he has enough primogems to lose to a 50/50 only to spend money to get more.

He can’t count the times he’s had to spend money because he really wants a character but ended up getting a Jean instead. He cried once. You actually ended up buying him Venti for his birthday- well early birthday.

His luck with weapons isn’t bad. If he gets a gold he wants it to be a character, but it can end up being a book. Best believe it was like 89 pity too. Artifact luck is ok though. He actually gets decent artifacts- he was bound some good luck lol

He’s got a solid team and doesn’t like switching much from them. He might just to level up a new character or try a new character out, but certain ones like Barbara and Zhongli never leave his team.

He doesn’t pay attention to the lore very much- he just wants to fight bosses and win! But then at some point when you talk about lore he’s completely lost, “Signora the Cryo Archon?” “No, baby, Signora is not the Cryo Archon.”

He whales for certain characters. Because of how bad his luck is, the last thing he wants to do is sink thousands of dollars into this game, therefore he’s half a whale.

He’s learning the game’s mechanics pretty quickly! He might know a few farm routes, where some hidden chests are, and the like. He’ll teach you as much as he can, but then again you two did level together so it’s not like you were way too off.

He LOVES to co-op with you! Kenma, Yamaguchi, and Even Hinata have asked to play and he says yes, but he’ll literally quit on them the second he can play with you. You have joined him and his friends when one of them can’t play. You’re often Hinata’s replacement (not exactly, you have a place in their lil group!) since he’s pretty busy with practice and games- not that anyone minds.

He’s more than happy to do your dailies or weeklies and even some events and vice versa! There will be days where neither of you will have time to play so you’ll just let Kenma handle it. Kenma’s also willing to roll for both of you in the event you guys want a character. For your birthdays one of your gifts is 100% the character you want. If the character comes out months after your birthday, Kenma will use his streaming as an excuse (like wanting to play on a friend’s account) then get your characters!

Of course, you can play on his account! But good luck. If his team is nothing like yours, you have to get used to it because he hasn’t built anyone else. He’s leveled them, so his Eula is level 90 but he doesn’t use her very much because he prefers Childe and Bennett. So her build isn’t all that great. You can cheese your way around it though if you want. You also don’t mind if he plays on your account- you just ask that he doesn’t move around artifacts too much.

You love to decorate his Serenitea pot and he doesn’t mind letting you! He loves to see how creative you can get!

☽ BNHA ☾

» Hitoshi Shinsou

He heard about the game through another friend and wanted to try it out. You agreed, saying you’d play with him because why not?

He’s a really fast learner. He picks up on mechanics really quick, understands the lore/story- like it’s surprising. He gets to AR16 very quickly and has to wait a little bit for you. He can play for you, but he wanted you to play to that point just so you could get used to the game.

His luck with the gacha is actually pretty damn good. He hasn’t lost a single 50/50 yet. As far as he’s been rolling, which was on the following banners: Venti, Klee, Albedo, Zhongli, Eula, and Yoimiya. He also has all the five stars from the standard banner. He doesn’t need to put much money into the game because he’s gathered all the primogems he can from every chest, event, quest, achievement- everything. He also doesn’t always need to hit pity, he gets his gold around 40-50 rolls, which is about 8k primos which he always has. He DID, however, put money in the game for Baal.

He doesn’t really need to spend money, he usually has enough primos- sometimes he’ll need to buy a little bit extra but not enough to be considered a whale.

He has two teams and a couple of backup characters built. The thing is, different bosses require different characters so he can’t just stick to one character. Plus he likes shaving all his 5 stars at 80/90.

He knows what lore is provided by the story and just a little bit through the items and whatnot. He doesn’t necessarily get into the details or theories, but if you’re going to share one, he won’t stop you.

He knows the farm routes, hidden chests, exactly where every single anemoculi, geoculi, and electroli are hiding, he even knows all the secret chests from those weird quests. He’s really good at fighting bosses. He can do the “x character solos Azdaha with 1 hp” easily.

He only co-ops with you. Denki has asked to play many times and he keeps saying no. You two have a lot of fun together and he really only prefers to play when you’re online cuz he’ll get lonely otherwise.

He will log in for you if you can’t and vice versa. He’ll wait to do weeklies last minute in the event you did want to do them. But as stated earlier, he doesn’t play much without you. He’ll only do events since they give lots of primos and you’ll both need them.

Of course, you can play on his account! Just be careful with the builds. He’ll always forget about them and try to fight something then get his ass kicked.

He loves to mess with your Serenitea pot. Like… mess with it. You’ll log in and everything’s been put away or something. He will 100% fix it for you. He will leave cute little things there for you though.

» Tamaki Amajiki

He had heard about it but he started pretty late- around the Zhongli banner. He really enjoys the game and plays it whenever he can. He has it on both his phone and pc.

His first five star… was Zhongli. Zero pity. First ten-roll and he got geo daddy. He was super happy and called you to show you. He’s since then collected Xiao, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Venti, and Eula.

You could say he’s a bit lucky with the gacha. He gets characters and weapons really easily. He’s only ever lost one 50/50 and it was on Ayaka’s banner and he got Diluc instead. Yeah, he was a little sad.

He doesn’t spend money for characters. He saves enough primogems and if he doesn’t get them, that’s fine. He really wants Scaramouche so he’s waiting for him right now.

He’s got plenty of really well built characters. He doesn’t like sticking with one team for too long so he’s always working on someone new. Besides, he’s always getting someone new so. And yes, he’s got good luck with the artifacts too-

He loves the lore and he will stay up til 3am just watching videos about all the theories there are in the game. He sorely regrets it the next day because pro-hero work requires him to be fully rested!

He’s ok with the bosses, his team’s really good so he can afford to mess up. Besides, he’s got a super good Zhongli so he doesn’t need to worry too much. He knows the farming routes since he has to do them very often. He’ll still be surprised when he hears there are some daily chests or secret achievements.

He ONLY co-ops with you. He has anxiety and so he can’t even think about playing with other people. Mirio said he’ll play one day so maybe Tamaki might co-op with him, but that’s about it.

Of course, he can log into your account and do your stuff. He’ll do the gacha rolls for you and yes, his luck follows him there too! There have been certain quests that he did for you because you couldn’t do them. You’ll literally sit beside him or lay on him while he plays. He secretly likes having you on his lap, he just won’t say it.

You’re more than welcome to play on his account! Since all his characters have decent builds, you can move the teams around however you want. He can fix that later. He likes to sit and watch you play- especially if it’s a character you don’t have. And no, he doesn’t get jealous. He thinks it's adorable when you gush over (character).

He likes messing with your Serenitea pot. He’ll leave you cute little messages with bushes or flowers or something. He’ll even put your mains together (if he has both characters) next to the tea house!

» Eijirou Kirishima

He heard about the game from Shinsou and Denki and decided to play. He really enjoys it, like it’s one of his favorites and he’s even gotten you to play as well!

He has all the standard banner 5 stars, plus a few of the event ones: Hu Tao, Ganyu, Albedo, Kazuha, and Yoimiya.

The reason he has all the standard banner 5 stars is because he got unlucky on the event banners. He’s lost the 50/50 a few times. For the weapons, he did get the Staff of Homa, Amos’ Bow, Wolf’s Gravestone, and Mistsplitter. So he’s pretty lucky with the weapons. His artifact luck is meh compared to his gacha luck. He needs to work a little bit harder to get decent artifacts.

He tries to save up primos for characters. He doesn’t want to spend too much money (lol) so he’ll work for those primos.

He wants to level up all the characters just cuz, but yeah he has one solid team plus a couple of backup characters for bosses and such. Never know when your pyro main is gonna need to fight a pyro boss.

He likes the lore! He’s not crazy about it, but he does like listening to some theories and coming up with his own. He’s not all that into it though.

He always forgets farming routes. Like he needs to look them up every few days. He always finds secret chests and achievements AND IMMEDIATELY RUSHES TO TELL YOU. He’s ok with the bosses, he really likes the cryo regisvine. It’s his favorite. He’ll uhh find all the “oculi” by accident.

He loves to co-op! He’ll play with strangers, Denki and Shinsou, and even you! He doesn’t mind. He will quit on everyone to spend time with you though! You guys even set up your PCs next to each other so you can play right next to each other. Some days, you’ll lay in bed and play mobile genshin! You two will literally lay on each other- it’s goofy, it just is.

He totally doesn’t mind logging in for you for the day or something. If you can’t get your dailies/weeklies done, he’ll help. He can do events too if you’re that busy but chances are if you’re busy he is too. Besides, he is a pro hero. So more often than not, you’re logging into his account. But if you’re both busy, you’ll ask Denki to help.

Of course, you can play on his account! He’s got two team presets dedicated to you! Use them how you want! You can even mess with his, he’ll just laugh when he logs in and finds something you’ve done.

He also loves it when he logs in and you’ll set up something cute in his Serenitea pot. You two DEFINITELY have a couple’s setup.

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samarecharm · 4 years

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☾ ♦ and ☯ for Goro, maybe?

☾ - sleep headcanon

Goro absolutely has some level of Insomnia. Not the “I cant sleep” kind but the “i cant Stay asleep” kind. Its almost entirely bc of his stakeouts in castles. Alot of times, he couldnt afford to keep making trips INTO castles, so hed resort to camping in them instead. Safe rooms exist, but for a short amount of time, he wasnt Too Sure what they were, and so he would still sleep with one eye open in there. Even after he recognized them as safe rooms, the sounds of shadows wandering the halls made him unwilling to stay asleep for long just in case they found a way to breach the room.

Because of this, his entire sleep pattern is just full of catnaps. 15-30 min intervals , maybe an hour when hes gone too long w just powernaps alone. He can sleep Literally anywhere though; sitting upright, slouched over a table, against a wall (standing), curled up on a couch, in the shower, etc. 9/10 hes got something gripped in his hands; his phone or ds, bc hes become accustomed to sleeping w a weapon in his hands in saferooms.

Now, when Goro is w the thieves and he actually SLEEPS; like sleeps for more than an hour at a time, Akira is like 🥺. Goros made that a sign of trust whether he realizes it or not; the feeling of being safe enough w these people to allow himself to sleep thoroughly.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

He actually Likes his long hair, and a sideeffect of having Long Hair is the ‘tuck behind ear’ habit.

He cracks his knuckles. Alot. Literally everyone except Ryuji and Yusuke hates it (the both of them Also crack knuckles)

Also theres no proof of this but i like to think hes ambidextrous. A righty w a very Steady left hand. He taught himself incase he ever found himself needing to fight w his left hand instead of his right.

And ive mentioned this before but my hc for him is that he spars w Makoto and Ryuji, so that can be considered a hobby :0 Blogging also seems like something hed like ( i think i saw that he had a food blog but i cant remember if that was legit). He def does those deep analysis of shows he watches like ppl do here on tumblr; in depth discussions of things hes passionate about could be considered a hobby, right?

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

LOVES sweets. He is initally reserved about it bc it just Seems like the kind of thing that makes u take someone less seriously. But he likes candy 🥺 esp hard candies bc u can keep it in ur cheek while u do other things like studying or walking somewhere (i personally love jolly ranchers for this). Once Akira learned the way Goro likes his coffee, he refused to leave him alone about it. Light w like 5 sugars??? Are u serious? Ill do it bc i love u but please dont ever ask me to make this for u in front of boss.

I honestly...cant think of a dislike for him that isnt absurdly irrelevant or too serious. All of my ‘dislikes’ are random unexplained shit; nail polish, cauliflower, people walking too slow in front of me, small talk, a specific brand of pencils w weird erasers....it seems funny to try and do this one for any of the thieves lmao

#ask meme #long post #goro akechi #akechi #NOT to say he has no dislikes but like #i dont want anything thats like #seemingly ooc #but also not something super serious bc its just an ask meme lmao

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blakesque · 2 years

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ALL of the mun related questions 🔪

mun related

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played. remus lupin, finn hudson & isaac lahey & my oc thumper ( bc he refuses to let me forget about him. )

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice. ( thumper )

numb - linkin park

don’t stay - linkin park

bother - stone sour

rooster - alice in chains

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike? uhhh this should be kinda obvs but remadora ( tonks and lupin ) is one of my favourites. i have a lot of ships I don’t like but won’t say bc I don’t wanna be crucified asdfgjkl

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do? lmao no I can’t sing, draw or play any instrument ( I’ve tried )

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it? i don’t think I started really role playing til I was like eleven or twelve, so fairly early. I joined tumblr when I was about sixteen, seventeen. I don’t remember how I got into it per say, I joined this one website ( where I stayed there up until like 2017 ( I had taken a break from tumblr for like 2 yrs and I didn’t really begin rping here again fully til like 2018-19 )

❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse? It would depend on the muse xd

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites? flawed ones. every single character past and present I’ve written has been deeply flawed, whether they’re human or not. those are the characters I’m best at writing. characters who fit into the ‘ asshole ‘ bracket are also my type. y’know characters who are deeper than what people see on the outside no matter how ‘ perfect’ everything on the surface seems , the ones who are just really not perfect on the inside.

回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows? oh lord I don’t watch tv that much so that’s a hard one.

◈ ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing. wel revisit this one ( there are many like always swirling but I’m tired rn and I’d like to not write something that prob won’t make much sense )

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying? mmmm not too troubling no.

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like? I have five cat children

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself . jeez

1. I hate nicknames

2. I’m addicted to nicotine lmao

3. and powdered donuts

4. my favourite colour is green

5. alot of people irl tell me I’m mean 😂 which I’m not but it’s something I get told a lot

#frayededges #out of character.#writer tag.#ty ty <3

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hyuckilstan · 2 years

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Hello hi!~ I like your writings very much!~ Is it okay if I request for semi public sex with NCT’s dom-Jaemin x sub fem-reader?

Yes ofcourse thanks for requesting and for liking my writings<33

Also not sure if this is actually semi public cause your gurl is a fucking dumbass but I tried my best lol

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Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: semi public sex?, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, a bit of mirror sex, praise, pet names[bunny, bun, bun bun(lmao)]. (I think that’s about it)

Wc: 1.8k words

a/n: not proofread so uh you get the deal, enjoyyy ;-;

“Do you want this one?” you ask your boyfriend, who followed you as you took down the cardigan, putting the cloth in front of him, checking to see if he would fit in it.

Usually Jaemin would be the one who would drag you around with him, forcing you to wear clothes he thinks would look cute on you, but your roles had changed, at least for today because you wanted to return the favour of him always buying you clothes, even though they were expensive he would just shrug it off. “As long as it looks good on you it’s fine!” he would just say.

“Oh come on! This is torturee, atleast try something on too, at least once, pweasee?” he whines in his baby voice, you sigh as you look into his puppy eyes that made your heart melt. Try to contain it, try, come on you can do it-

“Fine.”

He claps his hands laughing in joy, putting the bags that occupied his hands down somewhere around the corner and he immediately drags you to the women’s wear section, taking down anything he found cute for you to wear, “Nana, you said only once, you know we shouldn’t go home with too much clothes, I probably have about 3 closet worth of clothes cause of you,” you warn your boyfriend who might have gotten a bit too excited that the clothes had formed into a big pile of clothes.

“Fine. Butttt! I will choose one outfit which we will have to buy,” he grins at you knowing you can’t refuse to his deal. “Okay fine,” you reply sitting on one of the chairs. He looked really focused, puzzled, and found it hard to choose from the different clothes he had picked out and this makes you giggle, “Is this that big of a deal?” you asked watching him, “Yes, I want to spoil you,” he replies facing towards you showing you a wide smile and you only hum and smile back.

Jaemin gasps and you could only assume he was done, “Yes, this.” He proudly shows you the outfit he had put together, maybe he wasn’t aware of it but it was quite revealing, the skirt looked shorter than you would usually wear and the shirt seemed like it would reveal more cleavage. But honestly you didn’t mind, Jaemin knew his boundaries and yours so it was perfectly fine.

“Now go wear it,” he says, biting his lower lips excited, perhaps it was his coffee that made him all happy and hyper or maybe it was just that you allowed him, it was true when he said it was torture for him, he always prioritised the role of catering your needs, wants and pleasure, not the other way round.

You took it and head in the dressing room, taking off your clothes (which were also the ones Jaemin had bought you) and putting on the new ones, and you were right, they were skimpier than what he would usually pick. But maybe it was because he just wanted to see you in something new.

You slowly open the door the dressing room, knocking on the door to get his attention and show him the outfit and Jaemin looks up from his phone, immediately setting it aside once he was met with you. His mouth hung open, eyeing you up and down from head to toe. And you swore you saw a smirk before he got up to approach you.

Taking some of your own picked out clothes for him to wear, and heading in the dressing room with you, closing the door and locking it. You raise a brow at him after he locked the door and facing you “What? I’m just gonna try this,” he replies with a smug grin.

“You look so gorgeous,” he compliments you looking upto you from the mirror as you stood behind him in the small place. “You planned this didn’t you?” you ask crossing your arms. He drops the clothes facing towards you, pushing you against the wall pinning you like that with his arms firmly gripping on your waist.

“The moment I saw you in this, it made me realise just how lucky I am to have you all over again, such a pretty bunny,” he leans down to your ears as you let him do whatever he wanted with confusion, “I want to spoil you,” those were the sane words he had said before but it meant something entirely different, it also felt different, a chill ran down your spine as he whispered those dirty words to your ear with a very low deep tone.

“Jaemin...” you say out his name as he started peppering you neck with kisses, “Help me out bunny,” you were puzzled by his words at first but when you felt his bulge poke your thighs your eyes went wide.

“Here?! Are you crazy?!” you whisper shout at him and he shuts you up with a kiss, his thigh spreading yours apart and pushing it up against your core. You gasp in the kiss and he takes the chance to slip his tongue in, exploring your mouth and humming in the kiss.

“Crazy? Only for you, now are you gonna help me or not bunny?” he licks over his lips, and you curse under your breath, if only he wasn’t so perfect you would be yelling at him. But you yourself were getting wet as he rubs your heat with his thigh.

“I fucking hate you so much,” you curse at him and he smirks, turning you around pushing you against the mirror on the wall. “I love you too bun bun, now watch as I fuck you,” he growls and wetness gushes out of your hole by how ethereal he looked right now.

You watch him from the mirror as he easily takes off his jeans after unbuttoning the button, pulling it down with his erection in display, he rides up your skirt, pulling your panties as well.

This was risky yes but there wasn’t that much people around and hopefully it would remain like that, the chances of you getting caught were depending entirely on how quiet you could keep yourself.

“Be a good bunny and keep quiet for me hmm?” you nod, you didn’t have too much time, well to be honest you wouldn’t know but something tells you that it’s only a matter of time the staffs would knock on the door out of suspicion.

“My bun bun is so pretty for me like this,” he says licking over lips. He gives his length a few pumps before he aligns himself to your entrance, he wraps his hand over your mouth, muffling your whimper when he slides his length into you slowly, savoring how your hole sucked every inch in with ease.

Jaemin hisses when he finally bottoms up while you also tried your best not to moan out, “You okay there bun?” he asks you grunting when he feels you clench around him and you nod as a response.

He starts moving and you could feel every inch of his cock enter in and out of you, you wanted to bang on the mirror, shout out it was so hard to hold in any sounds.

You don’t evem know how your boyfriend was able to convince you it was a good idea but you were glad he did, you didn’t even know how much you needed him in you until now, as he was pounding into you, caressing your sides.

His hands wandered all over your body, one went under your shirt and bra, massaging your boobs as his under hands were grabbing either your hips or ass.

“Would ya look at that? You’re taking me in so well, just like the good little bunny you are,” Jaemin says followed by a chuckle and you let out a short whimper, your hot breath fogged up the mirror, and you legs quivered under your boyfriend’s hold.

He kept thrusting in and out of your hole as the tip of his cock nudges your g-spot continuously which made you go insane, not to mention the filthy wet sounds filled the small space, you watched Jaemin’s face as he shut them closed, indulged in how good this whole thing felt.

“So fucking pretty,” he cursed between thrusts, and you let out a low moan covering your mouth immediately. He continued slamming his hips onto yours until you were close to your high, “Nana I-I’m so close,” you manage to say out without moaning out aloud. “Me too bun.”

With that his hips move faster and his cock went deeper into you, harder than before, increasing the amount of pleasure you felt.

“Oh god I’m gonna go crazy,” he curses as he finally comes into you and you feel his warm seeds shoot into you, also making you release right after and he rides out both your highs. He pulls out, but stilll leaning over your body as the both of you breathed heavily as your sticky bodies sticked together uncomfortably.

“That felt fucking amazing,” you say finding it as a surprise that having sex in such a cramped up place could make both you and Jaemin feel so good or was it just the thrill that made everything better.

“It’s always amazing with you,” he says not missing to add why you were the reason it felt so good, it was his habit, always including you or making you the reason to every good thing.

He backs up pulling his pants up, and getting your clothes you had changed from on the floor, helping you put them on as well. You both picked up the clothes that were thrown to the floor messily.

“Wait,” he holds your wrist preventing you from opening the door just yet, you give him a questioning look, he grins. “Thank you bun, you did so good for me like always, I love you so much.”

“I love you too Na Jaemin,” you reply and he leans in to kiss you, you kissed him back but had to eventually push him back before it turned into a makeout session.

Both of you finally got out of the room, trying to look as normal and not suspicious as possible. You both giggle on your way out of there, picking up the tote bags you had kept aside. You kept walking and noticed Jaemin staring at you. “Anything you want?” you ask him.

“I think you should ask me that only once we get home.”

#lune’s requests [📮]#madebykimchi’s request<3 #nct ff #nct smut #nct dream smut #jaemin ff #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader

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