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imfinereallyy · 9 months

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Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

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#steddie #stranger things #wayne munson #modern au #wayne likes to play match maker but unlike dustin he is good at it #steve harrington #eddie munson #implied ronance #platonic stobin #nurse steve harrington #my writing #request game #steve x eddie #ficlet

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btsqualityy · 16 days

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BTS Dating Series #17: Pet Peeves

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: Little things that just....annoy you or him about each other.

Warnings: None to note.

Kim Seokjin

You threw your body into a chair in the corner of your bedroom, folding your arms across your chest as Jin stared at you incredulously. The two of you had been in a somewhat heated disagreement and once you started to feel yourself becoming overwhelmed, you chose to just...stop talking in an effort to calm yourself.

"Are you really gonna not say anything else?" Jin wondered, huffing harshly when you only responded with further silence. "You know, that's another thing that you do that I hate."

"What?" You couldn't help but to ask.

"Any time we have an argument or even a hard conversation, you clam up and stop talking," he explained. "That makes it almost impossible to fix anything and it also makes me feel like some type of villain."

"Oh," you murmured, looking down at your feet. "I didn't realize that it made you feel that way. I just..."

"What?" Jin encouraged as he stepped over to you and bent down so that he was looking up at you.

"In past relationships, whenever I would get chastised or yelled at, I found that not saying anything helped to not escalate things," you admitted, finally looking up at your boyfriend. "I don't want things to escalate with you, Jin."

"Oh baby," he murmured, grabbing your hands and bringing them both up to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to them before he pulled them away to speak. "You never have to worry about that with me. Whenever we're disagreeing about something, it's never me against you. It's us against the problem, ok? It doesn't mean that I hate you or that I don't want to be with you because that would never be the case, ok?"

"Ok," you nodded. "I'm sorry for shutting down on you. I'll do my best to work on that."

"Ok," Jin agreed. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied before leaning down and kissing him softly.

Min Yoongi

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Yoongi chuckled in disbelief and you barely spared him a glance from your spot on his living room couch. You and Yoongi had planned to spend the whole weekend together since it was one of his rare ones off. However, he got called into the studio at the last minute and had to go handle it before you two headed out on your planned date for the day.

Now, that wasn't a problem for you whatsoever because Yoongi said he'd text you when he was heading back home. One hour went by, then two hours and by the time the third hour rolled around, you were throughly pissed off. Once he did finally make it back to his apartment where he'd left you, you had become resolute in giving him the silent treatment.

"Do you know how childish you're acting right now?" Yoongi wondered. "I know that I told you it wouldn't take me long and I'm sorry that it did but you can't be this upset over that!"

"You cannot tell me what I can and cannot be upset over," you finally spoke up.

"Oh look, she speaks." You glared at him, throwing him the middle finger before you folded your arms across your chest. All Yoongi could do was groan loudly as he ran his hands over his face, becoming more irritated as time went on.

"Listen, I do not do well with the silent treatment and I hate it when you do this so if you want me to fix it, you're going to have to cooperate and talk to me or else I won't be able to," he shrugged. "Up to you." You sighed heavily then, knowing that you were being petty and that your boyfriend was right.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. "I just got upset when you took longer than you said you would. Made it feel like you forgot about me."

"I could never forget about you," he cooed, bending down so that he was squatting in front of you as he took your hands in his to hold. "I'm sorry that I didn't keep you in the loop. I'll make sure to be more mindful of that, ok?" You nodded with a smile, surging forward and throwing your arms around him in a hug.

Kim Namjoon

"If you would just listen to me, I'd be able to explain it to you!" You exclaimed angrily as you stared at Namjoon, who was standing on the other side of the island in your kitchen. The two of you had been cooking dinner together when you made what was intended to be a light hearted joke about his cooking skills. However, Namjoon didn't take it that way at all which led to a full blown argument.

"You can be so flippant when you say certain things to me, you know?" Namjoon pointed out.

"Me, flippant?" You scoffed, throwing your hands up in immediate surrender. "And on that note, I need some space." You turned around and began to walk out of the kitchen but you realized that you could hear footsteps behind you.

"And that's another thing," Namjoon snapped. "Anytime we get into an argument or fight, you insist on walking away."

"Because I need space!" You shouted as you turned around to look at him. "I literally just said that or were you not listening?"

"We're not gonna fix anything if you keep doing that."

"But we're also not going to fix anything if I can't take the space I need to calm down so that I'm not escalating the situation," you explained. "I know you wanna talk it out but just....give me a little while."

"Fine," Namjoon relented and he turned around and walked away before you even had the chance to say another word.

Jung Hoseok

"It was so good to see you!" Hobi smiled to Juhyun, who grinned widely as Hobi gave her a gentle hug.

"It was good to see you as well, Hobi," she replied before turning around and walking out of the store. Hobi walked back over to you then, where you had been pretending to browse the store's selection of shoes but you had really been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"See anything you might like?" Hobi asked you and you shrugged noncommittally, biting your lip before you decided to just take the risk and ask what was on your mind.

"Can I ask you something?" You wondered.

"Anything."

"Are you still friends with all of your exes?" You questioned and Hobi rose an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know if friends is the word I'd really use to describe it," he began. "Even if we broke up, none of them were necessarily on bad terms or anything like that so it's not hard for me to speak to them whenever I might see them."

"Hmm," you murmured and Hobi couldn't help but to smile at you.

"Jealous?"

"Don't know if jealous is really the word I'd use," you replied, echoing his previous statement. "But it does make me feel weird that you're.....so friendly. I don't like it."

"So, should I keep it to a hi and bye?" He asked. "And no hugs?"

"That actually would be nice," you nodded.

"Done," Hobi grinned. "Now, come on. I wanted to check out another store while we're here." You smiled to yourself as Hobi grabbed your hand and led you out of the store.

Park Jimin

You were laid out in Jimin's bed, waiting for him to get home from rehearsal. You had had an extremely long day at work so needless to say, you were more than excited to see your boyfriend so that you could get all the cuddles that you could handle.

As you were browsing the internet on your laptop, you heard the front door open and close and not long after that, Jimin was pushing open the door to the bedroom.

"Hi Jimin-ssi," you greeted him happily, watching as he threw his bag down and instantly walked over to the closet.

"Hi baby," he muttered as he worked on changing out of his dance clothes and into more comfortable ones. As he did this, you closed the laptop and set it on the bedside table before you laid down on your side. Once Jimin was done changing, he walked over to the bed and laid down on his back, shutting his eyes and not saying a word.

"How was your day?" You spoke up and Jimin just shrugged, eyes still closed.

"Same old, same old."

"Did you guys finish learning the choreography to that new song you showed me?" You wondered and Jimin nodded. "Aw, I'm sure it's amazing. I can't wait to see it." Jimin still hadn't said a word and you sighed heavily. "Jimin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he deadpanned. "I'm fine."

"Baby, you're obviously not fine," you replied gently. "I'm willing to listen if you want to talk."

"Well, I don't want to talk," he grunted. "Just leave me alone."

"You know, I was really looking forward to you getting here because I had a long day too and all I wanted was to cuddle with you but if you're going to be a jerk just because you're in a shitty mood, then I'll just go home," you snapped and just as you moved to rip the blanket off of your body, Jimin gently grabbed your arm.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "It was just a hard day and I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"And that's fair that you didn't feel like talking but don't clam up on me," you murmured as you turned around to face him. "I'm here to help, always."

"I know," he smiled gently. "Come here." He opened his arms and you moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as he held your body tightly to his. "I love you."

"I love you too," you whispered, smiling to yourself when you felt him kiss your forehead.

Kim Taehyung

"Oh my gosh, you know what we should do tonight?" Taehyung asked you and you looked up at him from your spot next to him on his couch. The two of you had planned on just having a date night in but apparently, Taehyung had other ideas.

"What?"

"We should get dressed and go to that new jazz club that just opened last month," he suggested and you instantly grimaced. "What is it?"

"I don't know about that," you replied. "I was kind of looking forward to staying in."

"But we've been doing that for so many weekends now," he pointed out. "It might be fun to get out, have a little change of scenery."

"Hmm, I don't think so," you shook your head and your eyes widened when you heard Taehyung sigh heavily.

"Why don't you ever want to go out?" He demanded to know. "I could probably count on one hand how often we've been out together, just to do something fun."

"I'm a homebody," you shrugged. "I've always preferred to be home to than go out to some club or something like that."

"And I fully respect that but couldn't we do it sometimes?" He suggested. "Just occasionally?"

"You know what, yeah," you agreed. "I promise, I'll try to make sure that we do more of the things you enjoy too, ok?"

"Thank you," Taehyung grinned widely before leaning over and kissing you firmly.

Jeon Jungkook

"What the hell?" You muttered as you picked pieces of clothes up off of the living room floor. "Has a man been staying with me or a fucking animal?" In an effort to spend more time together, Jungkook had been spending more time at your apartment and he had definitely made himself comfortable in your space. Maybe even a little...too comfortable.

"Baby, I have lamb skewers!" Jungkook exclaimed as he stepped through the front door of your apartment, one bag in each hand as he shut the door with his foot. He stopped right in his tracks though when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room with an unamused look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"No, the problem is what's wrong with you?" You demanded to know. "Have you never seen a hamper? Do you not know what it looks like so that you can put your clothes in it?"

"No, those are my clean clothes," he told you.

"Why are they on the floor then?"

"Because I didn't want them to get mixed up with my dirty ones," he shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why not just put the dirty in the- you know what, no," you cut yourself off. "I'm not even gonna attempt to understand male logic. Just give me my skewers, please."

"Here you go," Jungkook smiled, waiting until you had dropped the clothes in your hands before he handed one of the bags off to you. "I love you."

"Yeah yeah, love you too, messy animal," you grumbled, making Jungkook laugh out loud.

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writerscall · 6 months

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bruises.

spiderwoman!hazel au. she's known about hazel's little secret for a while now and she's done giving her excuses a free pass.

author's note/s: 1.2k words. trigger warning for talk of injuries, switched to the use of 'you' here for reader cause third person wasn't working for me

It's routine for you to replenish the contents of the first-aid kit in your bedside table's drawer now. You even keep one in your locker and have had many silent debates with yourself on keeping a small one in your bag, just in case. For the past four months, Hazel Callahan has been climbing up to your window to ask for your help with treating a bruise or two. Because of that new women's self-defense club - the "fight club" that started up at school, she said.

Which was incidentally formed about a week after the first news headline came out about some masked vigilante swinging around the city. Fighting crime and saving civilians and beating up bad guys and all that.

Now coincidental rather than incidental for you though, since the day you saw Hazel rushing into her house then saw the infamous Spiderwoman spring out of her bedroom window mere seconds later. You were stunned, but it wasn't hard for you to connect the dots. Your already had your suspicions about some of the bruises Hazel supposedly got from her club; you doubt any of the girls there could actually land a hit that could damage her that badly.

But it's not an easy thing to bring up or just ask about, so you've kept quiet about it. Until that night, however.

You're half-asleep when you hears the incessant knocking at her window. You try not to groan as you throw back the covers and get up, knowing exactly who it is, but whatever irritation you have is gone once you see Hazel's face in the moonlight.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter as you pull her inside, hurriedly moving across the room to switch the light on. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty sure I've been better." Hazel smiles, actually smiles with that joke. But you can only sigh at her in response. Hazel literally looked like she got her face smashed into a wall or to the ground repeatedly - considering the people and things you've seen her fight against, that might've been what happened. There was a bruise along her jawline that you were sure you wouldn't be able to help cover up with make-up the next day and a cut on her forehead where a previous one just healed.

"Let me guess. It's from fight club again?" You manage not to make air quotations at 'fight club' but can't help the disbelieving tone when you say it. There's no way she expects you to believe that.

But as usual, she does. "I was just caught off guard cause we were practicing 'til late at night today and... and I was tired, cause you know, we had a whole day of school earlier and," Hazel stumbles out. The tone you used clearly got to her. "And when I fell it was to the ground and not the mat cause Sylvie got in a really, really good punch. You should've seen it actually."

You say nothing as you let her sit on the side of your bed and take the first-aid kit out, still quiet as you start wiping her face gently. She watches you intently, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally saying, "Don't be so worried. It's not the first time you've seen me like this and I'm always fine after."

"Yeah, sure." Until it happens again, you want to add. You get up to throw the wipes and tissues away and you can feel her eyes on you with every step. Hazel's never been good at dealing with friends being angry with her; you knew how sensitive she could be, which was why you were always quick to reassure her whenever it seemed like she was taking something to heart. It's why you've been patient for so long with her keeping the whole Spiderwoman thing a secret, but you didn't know how much longer you could take seeing her all beaten up and hear one lie after the other on how she supposedly got them.

"Please don't be mad—"

"When are you going to stop lying to me?"

Something shifts in the air at your question. You don't have to look at her to know how her eyes have widened and how her mouth was probably hanging open in shock, or how her mind was definitely racing at what you could possibly be talking about. Even though deep down, she knew.

You turn back around, sighing. "I know, Hazel. About your secret web-slinging life."

Hazel sits up straighter at your admission then stands up abruptly to pace the room, a panicked look on her face. "When did you— how did you even—"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?" You walk towards her and grab her by the arms, forcing her to stop. "You know you can trust me. I would never, ever tell anyone."

"That's not the point!" She shakes out of your grasp. "That's not the point," she repeats in a softer voice, continuing with, "You can't know. Nobody can because anybody who knows gets put in danger, and they'll come after you eventually to get to me, and I can't let that happen. Not to you, not to my mom, not to any of the girls in fight club. Especially not to you."

Your chest tightens at that. Quietly, you ask, "Why?"

There's a resigned, expectant look on her face when she says, "You know why."

And you do. The two of you have always been great friends but there's always been something else there, something a little more that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge in fear of ruining what you had. You'd be lying if you said you never noticed the drop in her energy and expression every time you so much as made a passing comment that one of your classmates was cute, and you'd also be lying if you said you never thought anything about the weird feeling you got in your stomach when you saw how much closer she and Stella-Rebecca have gotten since joining the fight club together.

"I need you safe," Hazel says after a moment.

"You'll keep me safe. You'll protect me." You walk towards her again, reaching out to hold her roughed-up face in your hands. Almost instinctively, Hazel leans her cheek into your left palm. "I know you will because you would've done it whether I knew your secret or not. Because you're a good person and a fantastic superhero, Hazel."

Hazel just looks at you for a moment, clearly having some internal argument with herself, before she surges forward to kiss you. You press your lips firmly against hers, kissing her back soundly in case she'd panic and pull away too soon. But Hazel only pulls you in closer, a relieved sigh escaping her as she tilts her head to the side for a different angle.

If a kiss between the two of you was ever going to happen, then it was bound to be in some big reveal moment like this.

Reluctantly, you push her away after a moment because you couldn't let her or yourself get carried away; that first-aid couldn't be put away just yet, plus, your parents might've been dead asleep but they were still home. Both of you would have to put a raincheck on... whatever could've come next.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Hazel asks breathlessly, still eyeing your lips. You smile at her fondly and let out a chuckle, pushing her bangs away from her face.

"Yeah. I still need to fix up that cute face of yours, you know."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fanfic #hazel callahan #spider hazel #spider!hazel #spiderwoman!hazel

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myeuphoricmindset · 1 year

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In the silence

• Pairing: Joel Miller × Fem!Reader

• Tags: Fluff x100. Protective & caring Joel. Lingering looks and soft touching. Touch and loved starved. Hidden feelings. Feelings of pain, self hatred and feeling undeserving of love. Sweet and tender short fic.

• Word count: 1.3k

Crossposting on wattpad and AO3.

The sun lit the sky on fire and slowly faded into a cotton candy swirl of light pink and blue. It was one of the only beautiful things left in this world. Beauty was a rare sight. So, when Joel first saw you he was dazed. He couldn’t think or speak properly, but you never noticed. He was good at hiding it and when you don’t know him that well you wouldn't know the subtle differences. Ellie sure did. She made fun of Joel in the quiet moments when you wouldn’t notice. The moments you’d walk away and he would look a few seconds longer than normal. The moments you’d fall asleep and he would silently offer a shoulder or his jacket. Ellie would giggle when she would catch it and he would shoot her a look before pretending nothing had happened. Sometimes she would call him out directly and he'd play his part of acting as if nothing affected him.

“Come on,” Ellie whispered a little too loudly at Joel as she looked over at your head resting on his shoulder.

Joel didn’t even look Ellie’s way. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of his reaction, so he kept his eyes on the road. The truck came to a stop shortly after, finally reaching the destination for the night. Joel says it’s safe and you and Ellie trust him.

After setting up for the evening and Joel scoping out the area, Ellie nestles into her sleeping bag. Joel stands and waits. He always waits for you and Ellie to get settled before he rests.

“Thank you,” You say to Joel as you pull down on the burgundy oversized shirt that he gave you. After a long day of traveling and running into some trouble, your shirt was ripped. Joel pulled a shirt from his bag and offered it to you without hesitation.

Joel nodded and the corner of his lips pulled up ever so slightly that you almost didn’t notice it. He was a man of few words, but his words were in his body language. You learned this quickly.

You struggled to get the zipper to unzip on your sleeping bag and you groan because this is the third time this has happened in the past couple of months. It always happens when you’re overly tired and desperate for sleep. Joel leans down without a word and in one swoop he swaps your sleeping bag with his. You look up at him and meet his gaze. His eyes linger on yours and your stomach flutters under the weight of his stare. His chest moves unevenly and then he looks away quickly. But not quick enough for Ellie not to notice. Her soft laugh fills the silence and you can hear Joel sigh as he walks over to the trees to take one last look around.

“Goodnight, Ellie.” You say with a shake of your head and a small smile that you can’t seem to hide.

Ellie mutters something sarcastic before turning away to close her eyes. You hold back a laugh and shift to lay on your side. Your eyes are heavy, but you keep them open. It’s something you can’t seem to help, searching for Joel in the dark. There is a sense of relief and calm when you finally see him. It’s too dark for him to see you watching him, so you don’t try to hide it. He walks around the trees with his gun in hand and his eyes alert. You wonder if he ever truly sleeps. He’s taken the responsibility of the protector without question. You can’t help but worry about how that weighs on him. It’s in his eyes how exhausted he is and it saddens you.

Joel eventually feels good enough to set the gun down and lay down in his sleeping bag. The zipper easily broke loose and gilded open without strain. Of course, it did, you think. You scoff without thinking and Joel looks your way. You should turn the other way, but you don’t. Instead of facing Ellie tonight, you face Joel. Maybe just this once you want to fall asleep with his face being the last thing you see.

Ellie’s soft snoring and the sound of the tree's swaying in the wind feel comforting to you, but nothing is more comforting than his eyes on you. All day long those eyes scan restlessly for danger but right now they scan for contentment.

Joel looks at you and his chest burns with longing. He thinks of your touch but is fulfilled with just your gaze. He believes he’s undeserving of you. You seem too good to be true, a beautiful piece of the world before that roams alongside him in a world that’s turned into hell. He feels as monstrous as the dead and won’t dare ruin you.

Every day he wakes up feeling inadequate when it comes to protecting you and Ellie. He guards himself in hopes to protect himself from the pain that’s bound to come. He admires you from afar and sometimes lets himself imagine what it would be like in the world before if he ever met you. But that’s as far as he goes with the feelings that brew inside. He tries not to indulge in it.

But, why can’t he look away from you tonight? The stars and moon above shine bright enough to light up your face. He can’t help but let his eyes wander over your features. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s studying you and storing your beautiful image in the back of his mind in case something ever happens. He’s always trying to find ways to protect himself from the pain of losing people he cares about.

A loud crack from the woods causes you to jump and reach out a hand across the dead grass to Joel. Your heart races with fear, but you notice Joel staring at your hand on his. He doesn’t react to the frightening sound and you figure it’s most likely a branch that broke from the heavy wind.

“You’re safe.” He says, reassuring you.

You calm down and notice Joel is still staring at your hand on his. With flushed cheeks, you begin to pull your hand back, but he grabs your hand stopping you. He gently slips his hand into yours and lifts his eyes to meet your gaze. His hand is rough and calloused, exactly how you imagined. It feels nice. It feels more than nice. Two touch deprivation people feeling high from the simple touch of a hand.

Joel tightens his grip around your hand and pulls you to him. You gasp as your sleeping bag effortlessly slides along the grass and settles next to his sleeping bag. You lay next to Joel, dressed in his shirt, hand in hand and face inches away from his. In the silence, Joel brushes his thumb gently down your face and shakes his head, in disbelief that you are actually real. He meets your stare after admiring your face.

“Goodnight,” He says quietly with his rugged voice.

You smile and whisper, “Goodnight,” before your heavy eyes close you catch Joel's subtle smile.

He watches you drift to sleep and feels more content than he has in years. He doesn’t ask for more than your hand and the closeness of your body. When you’ve desired something— someone, for so long you take your time and savor it. Especially when it’s one of the only good things left.

There is beauty in the earth, such as a sunset, but there is also beauty in people. There is beauty in wanting someone in the purest form and them wanting you back. The most intimate thing isn’t always sex, it’s lingering looks and gentle touches.

The earth rattles with hope as you both radiate happiness connected by a soft touch. You and Joel lay under the stars, hand in hand, and finally, feel something made of heaven while living in hell.

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #Pedro #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fic #the last of us #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal fic

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delulu-with-wandanat · 6 months

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Fatal Attraction

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Mentions of sexual stuff.

Summary: Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury. (Featuring Y/n, Natasha's dumbass little brother and Wanda's wingman)

"Incoming!" The young super soldier yelled as he jumped into the Quinjet with his best friend. Wanda groaned at his antics, wanting nothing more than to go home and continue watching her shows.

Y/n had insisted Wanda that they flew into the back of the Quinjet instead of entering like a normal person. It's not that Wanda didn't have the heart to say no, Y/n simply doesn't take no for an answer. "So long fuckers!" He gave the middle finger as the door closes.

"Will you stop using my powers for your little attractions?" Wanda asked.

"Gosh you train with Nat too much you're starting to sound like her." Y/n rolled his eyes.

"That's not a bad thing! She get things done."

"I get shit done too! But, I make it fun."

"Not when we're-"

"Ugh quiet you two, you're being too loud." They heard Natasha complained. The two young Avengers glanced at her and their face twisted into concern when they finally noticed her injury.

Before Y/n could approach his sister, Wanda was quick to be at her side. "Natasha! What happened?"

Natasha shook it off with a faint smirk, "Don't worry about it Wanda. It's just a scratch."

"This is not just a scratch."

"I've had worse."

"You need to go to the med bay."

The former Russian spy rolled her eyes, "No doctors."

"Wands, there's no point. One time she got a broken rib and she still wouldn't go." Y/n snickered, he was concerned for Nat, but he knew she had went through worse. A flesh wound on the side of her stomach was nothing... To the Black Widow I mean.

Meanwhile Wanda's eyes grew wide at the new information. "Just take a seat, little witch. I'll handle this." Natasha said gently. Natasha was normally sarcastic to everyone, yet she had a soft spot for the young witch. Wanda blushed slightly at the nickname.

Wanda took a seat across from Natasha, Y/n approached his sister and handed her a medkit. "You good?"

"Just a normal flesh-wound-Friday, I'm good." She responded with a flat face. Her little brother rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.

"You're always so mean to me. Wanda doesn't get this kind of treatment." He grumbled.

"Because she's kind and cute, meanwhile you're a pain in my ass." Wanda's heart skipped a beat, she thinks I'm cute? She heard her best friend groaned again.

Wanda and Natasha had been growing closer each day, especially now that Natasha was mentoring her. Wanda was close to Y/n first, as they were closer to age and not to mention he was the first to welcome her into the Avengers. Natasha took a little while longer, not that she had any resentment towards the young girl, she just wasn't exactly a people person.

Now that Steve had assigned Natasha to mentor Wanda in hand-to-hand combat, the two women are now closer than they were before. And also caused Wanda's itty bitty tiny crush on Natasha to grew. Y/n knew of course, Wanda was not subtle, at ALL.

The way her gaze would follow Nat at the gym, or how Wanda would blush whenever Natasha gave her compliments. Honestly, he might've been the one who gave Steve the idea to assign them to train together. You'll never know.

It seems like Wanda was too deep in thought as she failed to notice that Natasha had unzipped her suit in order to stitch the flesh wound on her stomach. She only looked up when she heard Natasha saying, "Keep it steady Steve."

Holyfuck, Wanda turned as red as her powers. The widow had her suit partially unzipped from the waist up, she had the sleeves of her suit take off as well to give her more flexibility. Showing off her toned bicep and of fuck her rock hard abs. Wanda let in a sharp breath.

Natasha, who has ears like a hawk, looks up at Wanda and gave her a wink. "Like what you see?"

Wanda knows Natasha is a flirt, but damn you don't gotta do her like that. Wanda quickly averted her gaze. She swore she tried to maintain her eyes elsewhere but with Natasha grunting as she tended her wounds, it's pretty fucking difficult.

She used alcohol to clean up the wound, and winced. "Agh shit-" Natasha cursed. Well that twisted something in Wanda's stomach. Y/n who had been playing on his phone, internally scoffed at his sister. She was doing this on purpose. He decided to pull out his earbuds, I'm hearin none of that.

The widow was more than capable of not making any sounds when her injuries are being cleaned. Y/n knew damn well Natasha was just teasing Wanda.

"Do you uh... need any help?" Wanda asked timidly.

"It's alright, little witch. It's nothing I can't handle." Natasha winked again. Christ, Wanda is a mess right now.

Natasha grunted again, "Ugh fuck-" she rested her head back and purposely tightened her abs. Wanda's mind raced again at the thought of hearing Natasha curse while they're in bed as she rides her abs-

No- nooope no no no

Wanda quickly shook to the thought again. The whole ride to the compound felt excruciatingly long. Natasha had opted to wear a tank top that she kept hidden somewhere in the Quinjet. (Don't question her-)

When the quinjet door flew open Y/n was the first to dart out, Steve followed after him. He look back at the two women, "Wanda, make sure she goes to the med bay. The wound still needs a proper cleaning."

"Leave it, fossil." Natasha said flatly as the two walked beside each other. Steve merely gave them a kind smile and continue his way inside the compound.

"Do you need any assistance?" Wanda asked.

"In what terms?" The widow teasingly asked. Wanda turned bright red again.

"I- you know what I mean." Natasha let out a soft laugh, she sounds so beautiful. Wanda could listen to Natasha laughing all day.

"It's alright, little witch. I can walk to my own room."

"Nu uh! Steve said-"

"Wands, I've had wounds like these many times in my life. I can handle it." Natasha said gently with a smile.

Wanda huffed slightly like a little child, shit she's so adorable. "At least let me walk you back to your room then?"

Natasha chuckles, "Alright, lead the way." The two women made their way in a comfortable silence. They reached their shared floor and soon enough they reached Natasha's room. "Well, here we are."

Natasha opened the door to her room and look back at Wanda who was standing outside awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't need to get to the med bay?" Wanda asked again. Her face showed concerns for the other woman.

Natasha gave her a gentle smile again, fuck her smile she's absolutely gorgeous. "I'm sure." Natasha retreats further back into her room. "I'll see you around, Wanda." She closes the door. Wanda lets out the breath she had been holding.

Fuck everything about this woman drives her crazy. Even as simple as Natasha saying her name. She wonders how her name sound if Natasha moaned it-

"I swear how many seasons do I have to wait til you guys get together." Wanda heard a voice beside her and yelped in surprise. She turned to find her best friend standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked Y/n.

"You like her, she likes you. Seriously, stop with the tension and just kiss already-" Wanda quickly shut his mouth with her hand.

"SHHHHH-"

Y/n's face cringes in confusion, "Hmpf?!"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"Like what??" He asked as Wanda let go of her hand over his mouth. "That you like her?"

Wanda glared and shut his mouth again. Y/n being the dumb best friend decided to stick their tongue out causing Wanda to pull her hand back and wipe it on his face. "EW!"

"Noo!!! I'll get a breakout-"

"Then don't lick my fucking hand!" She yelled in hushed whisper.

"Wanda, as your friend, and her brother, I'm telling you just ask her out or something."

"What if she says no?" Wanda asked, "Beside I don't want to ask her out until I'm sure she's into women."

With that Y/n gave a very, very, extremely, disappointed look. "You really did not just say that." Did she not hear the part where I said, 'she likes you'?

"What?"

"I-" Y/n shook his head. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Y/n? What does that mean?!!" She chased after her friend.

These dumb lesbians I swear.

I just wanted an excuse to use that pic of Nat, teheeeeee. Hope you guys liked this! I'm still not sure whether or not to make this into a series or nah, butt i love me sum Nat x Sibling!reader shenanigans.

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bisexuallsokka · 8 months

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jo. bestie. hi. i’m holding your hands and asking u to please if u want deal us all permanent psychic damage with “you’re just as beautiful as the day i lost you” (the httyd divorced zukka agenda has to continue and nobody can do it as well as u <3)

Sokka had spent the entire journey to the Fire Nation imagining himself being so overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of Zuko that, decorum be damned, he would run into his arms as soon as they made eye contact.

The sting of disappointment he felt when he realized that Zuko wasn't even there to greet him and Katara was enough to extinguish most of the excitement he had felt and make him second-guess everything about this trip. It was odd enough that after over a decade of being broken up they had rekindled their relationship over letters, what would it be like when they saw each other in person for the first time in years? Did they only know how to be in love again in theory? Was Zuko truly ready to leave the throne and his home in a few months and start a life with Sokka?

He's hiding out on some balcony that the two of them frequented in his Ambassador days, and he jumps when he hears the door open behind him. It's probably Katara telling him to stop moping, and he's about to tell her that he just needs a minute when he sees Zuko there, giving him a tentative smile.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," Sokka says, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

"Sorry about," Zuko gestures, and Sokka knows what he means.

"I get it. You're a busy guy," Sokka says.

That makes Zuko frown, and he walks over and takes a seat on the bench next to him. "Not too busy for you," he says. Which, historically, is kind of a lie, but Sokka appreciates the sentiment all the same. Especially since soon, they won't have to worry about the Fire Lord nonsense ever again.

Zuko seems to be thinking the same thing. "For what it's worth, it wasn't 'official business' keeping me away again," he clarifies. "Izumi was getting a little overwhelmed with everything going on to get ready for the party, and I spent longer in the garden with her than I realized. She's with Uncle, now."

Sokka softens at that, his doubts slowly starting to fade away. "That's understandable."

"Thanks for coming all the way here," Zuko says quickly. "It means a lot and it...it's really good to see you."

The sincerity in his tone is a little overwhelming. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Sokka says, despite having missed the last ten or so of Zuko's birthday celebrations.

It makes Zuko smile, though, which Sokka relaxes at the sight of.

"You look good," Sokka says, smiling back.

"You look..." Zuko trails off, a strange expression on his face as he just keeps staring at Sokka.

"What?" Sokka asks suspiciously. "Is there something on my face?"

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Zuko says, so softly Sokka might have missed it had he not been hanging onto every word from those lips.

"I..." Sokka says, feeling speechless for once as heat rises in his cheeks. "That's...great, thank you."

As soon as the words leave his mouth he groans, putting his head in his hands as Zuko laughs loudly at him.

"You can't just say things like that," Sokka complains, even if he can't stop smiling.

"I can and I will, especially if that is the kind of reaction I can expect," Zuko teases. Sokka looks over at him and feels his cheeks flushing again at the soft look on Zuko's face.

Sokka takes a shaky breath, calling upon every ounce of bravery he's ever possessed to help him reach for Zuko's hand. "Twelve years?" he asks, giving it a squeeze.

"Twelve years," Zuko confirms, squeezing back. “It’s not that I haven’t seen you that whole time. I just…never let myself really look.”

Sokka nods. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

Zuko raises his eyebrow. "I've started packing."

Sokka rolls his eyes and shoves Zuko's shoulder with his own. "Oh, so romantic, run away with me just because you're already packing."

Zuko laughs again, and Sokka feels lightheaded. He's not going to get used to constantly hearing that sound anytime soon.

“I've had all this time to think about it, and my answer is still the same," Zuko tells him seriously. "This is best for the Fire Nation, best for us. Are you sure, though? Six year olds are pretty crazy.”

“Raising a kid with you?" Sokka asks. "That's all I've ever wanted. Craziness and all."

The way Zuko looks at Sokka erases any of the doubts, the questions, the worries Sokka had about this. About them. After the years of heartbreak and separation, Sokka knows that's behind them, and the future looks much brighter.

#hello ash beloved sorry this took me so long you sent this ask and i blacked out for like five weeks thinking about them #anyway #zukka #divorced zukka #my writing #prompts #ash and starlight #ask me stuff

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every hundred years

Jessamy likes to follow along when the museum guides give their tours. It gives her something to do while Mummy's working with the paintings. At least, that was if Jessamy wasn't in school.

Her Mummy restores old paintings, brings them back like they were good as new. Most kids found that boring, but Jessamy didn't. She liked some of the stories Mummy would tell about those paintings. Of course, Jessamy couldn't be there the whole time, because it was fiddly, fussy work and Mummy needed to concentrate.

Today, Jessamy was trailing along a group that included a few kids close to her own age. They stopped in front of a painting that Jessamy recognized as one that her Mummy had recently restored.

"The Devil in the Tavern," the museum guide proclaimed with a dramatic flourish. "There's a rather spooky story attached to this, just in time for All Hallows' Eve. Don't worry, the painting itself isn't cursed, though. We keep those kinds of paintings decently covered up - we wouldn't want to lose our visitors now, wouldn't we?"

There was nervous laughter among the visitors and the children giggled.

"He doesn't look like the Devil," protested one very young little girl. "He looks like a prince in a fairy tale!"

"Yeah, he's supposed to have horns or scary burning eyes. That's what my nan says," said another little boy.

Jessamy had to agree. The "devil" looked rather handsome in his old-fashioned dark blue suit, with pale skin, bright blue eyes and long dark curly hair tumbling over his shoulders. There was a ruby set in the ruffles at his neck - Mummy called that a cravat, rather like an old-fashioned necktie.

"Well," said the museum guide, "if he had horns and scary eyes, he wouldn't be able to sit all nice and quiet in a tavern, aye? The story goes that the Devil and the Cursed Soldier would meet in a certain tavern, once every hundred years…"

Jessamy listened as the museum guide continued to spin their story about dreadful bargains made for immortality, a clever soldier who'd bested the Devil in a card game and won riches beyond imagination, and how every hundred years, the two of them would meet and plot and ensnare more unwary, greedy souls to drag off to Hell. The grown ups chuckled and Jessamy heard one scoff, "Stuff and nonsense!" But that was grown-ups for you. Some of them didn't like a good story, even if it was clearly all made up.

She lingered in front of the painting a while longer, even as the museum guide finished their tale and led the group to other paintings and things to see, moving on to different stories. There was something about this painting that was oddly familiar to her. Something about the look in the "devil's" eyes that seemed more sad to her, rather than sinister.

"That is not the Devil at all," said a deep, resonant voice just behind her. "And that soldier was never cursed."

Jessamy turned to see a tall, thin young man standing there. He was dressed entirely in black - black coat, black pants, black combat boots - which went perfectly well with his black hair and snow-white skin. He kind of looked like Wednesday Addams' older brother, which made her smile inwardly.

"Did the guide make it all up then?" Jessamy asked.

The man shook his head. "No, they told the story as they knew it. Stories tend to change as they're told over the years, but they will always go back to their original forms in time."

"So who was he really? What's the real story then?" Jessamy asked.

"He is the King of All Night's Dreaming," the man answered, a small smile playing about his lips. "He was rather proud, a little too full of himself at times. Since he knew the dreams and hopes of all humanity, he fancied that he knew all that he should of mortals. His sister, who was very wise and quite kind, decided to teach him otherwise."

"How? And who was his sister?"

"His sister was Death. And she pointed out the soldier to him, who was rather deep in his cups at the time. The man proclaimed to all and sundry that he had no plans of ever dying. She decided then and there, that she would grant him his wish. He would not die, unless he finally wanted it.

The Lord of Dreams believed that he would be begging for Death's gift in a century. And so they made a wager about it.

Still quite haughty, he swept up to the soldier and told him the news. And invited him to a meeting at that very same tavern, in a hundred years.

'Aye, stranger,' said the soldier quite cheerfully. 'I'll see you in a hundred years, then!"

Jessamy found herself spellbound by the man's voice and the way he told his tale. She hadn't realized that the two of them were now sitting on one of the benches in front of the portrait. There were other children now who were obviously listening as well and they'd settled down on the floor around them.

"So did they see each other in a hundred years?"

The man nodded.

"The Dream Lord expected, of course, for the man to beg him for death. For much had happened to him in the past century. He had fought in many battles, he had seen much of suffering and pain and many, many horrors."

The man paused and shook his head, looking rueful.

"But when the Dream Lord asked him to tell his story, the man told him about the wondrous invention of.... chimneys."

Jessamy and the other children giggled.

"And handkerchiefs."

More laughter.

The man shook his head at them mock-sternly. "He'd lived through a time when there were no such things and people would sicken and die from inhaling the smoke from a poorly ventilated hearth. To him, they were marvellous things.

When he spoke to the King of Dreams about his life, it was always the new things that he spoke of and there was such wonder and amazement in his tone, that he had lived to see such miracles and that he hoped he would live to see many more.

And so, when the Dream Lord asked if he still wished to live, he answered, 'Yes.'

Thus, the King of Dreams lost his wager with his sister. But he was, as I've said, very proud. And he was now quite intrigued with this fellow, with his talk of chimneys and handkerchiefs.

And so, they agreed to meet once more at that tavern, in another hundred years."

The man continued to weave the story of the King of Dreams and the immortal man, how they would meet at the tavern, to listen to the man tell him of the wonders he'd seen in the previous century. How he'd risen from his own humble origins as a peasant soldier to become rich and gain a title of his own, with a wife, a son and a baby on the way.

How, in the very next meeting, the Dream Lord would again meet the immortal man, but this time, he would see him poor and starving, having lost everything - his wealth, his wife and babe, and finally, his dear son.

Jessamy gulped. "Did he still want to live?"

"The Dream Lord felt quite sorrowful, when he'd beheld the man and heard his tale of woe. It had started out as a silly game between him and his sister, but this was now more than just a game to them both.

The Dream Lord also knew of loss and suffering and pain. There were times when he felt he would break under the weight of it. But he endured, for he had a duty to fulfill. There was no one else to carry the burden for him.

So he asked the man, with a heavy heart, if he had still wanted to live. Perhaps, he would offer this man a final dream to ease his way, a vision of the family he had lost, to comfort him.

The Dream Lord thought to himself that he would miss this man and his stories, but it was only to be expected. Humans could only endure so much pain. This was why his sister bestowed her gift to humanity. They were only too glad to see her, in the end.

But once more, the man surprised him.

"Are you mad?" the man told him. "Death's a mug's game. I've got so much more to live for."

So much hope still in him. How extraordinary."

"Did they meet again? The King of Dreams and the immortal man?" Jessamy asked.

"Did he get all better?" asked another little girl.

The man nodded.

He continued to tell them the story of the immortal's adventures. How he had done deeds both good and terrible. How he had learned from those dire mistakes, that had haunted his dreams and nightmares, which would have broken other men before him.

And yet, he had always looked forward, tried to do better and dreamed, always, to what new and wondrous thing the future would bring him. What stories he would tell the King of Dreams when they met again.

"All that, and still, the immortal did not truly know who the King of Dreams was."

Jessamy blinked. "Why? Weren't they friends already?"

The man laughed softly. "As I've said, the King of Dreams was a rather arrogant creature."

"He's very silly," Jessamy declared. "I'd rather like to be friends with someone who lives forever like that. And I'd see him more than just once in a hundred years."

"Then you are far wiser than the King of Dreams, little one. And a much better friend."

"Maybe the King of Dreams was afraid," Jessamy ventured. "I think he was lonely. He just didn't want to admit it."

"He was. Very lonely. And quite afraid. He had reason to be, for terrible things would happen to the people he loved. He did not want the same thing to happen to this man, his friend, who had become very dear to him. Dearest and best beloved."

"And how does the story end? Do they still meet in that tavern every hundred years?"

"How do you think the story ends, little Jessamy?"

Jessamy blinked. She wasn't sure if she'd told this man her name. But there was something in those extraordinary blue eyes, a look, that was warm and kind and knowing. Again, there was that nudge of familiarity to it, something that scratched at the edge of memory.

"You're the Storyteller," she told him archly. "You should know."

"Perhaps they still meet, even now, though the tavern is no longer there. They meet someplace new, a place that the immortal has built for his errant friend, a safe place where they can sit and drink and spend time together.

Perhaps, they meet a little more often than a hundred years, because the immortal man still has many stories to tell and the King of Dreams himself has learned his own lessons.

Perhaps, the immortal now knows his friend's name and asks the Dream Lord to tell his own story. As I tell it to you now."

The man smiled. And Jessamy finally tried not to think very hard about how the man looked exactly like that painting that was just in front of them.

"There you are, duck," said another man, walking up to them. He was only slightly shorter than the man in black, broad-shouldered, with warm brown eyes and the kindest smile. He paused in front of them, took in the scene of Jessamy and the children with amusement. "Telling stories again, are we? Do I know this one?"

"You know it quite well, dearest," the storyteller said, standing up to walk towards his companion. "I am rather fond of this particular tale after all."

"And how does this one end?"

"I think it ends happily ever after," Jessamy spoke up, looking at the two of them. She was suddenly very sure that she knew who they were. "That's how the best stories end."

"There you go, love, out of the mouths of babes," said the immortal man, who had been a peasant, a soldier, a lord, a beggar and many things more in all the centuries he'd lived. He leaned over to brush a kiss against the storyteller's pale cheek, smiled when the kiss was briefly returned, soft and sweet.

"As you say." The storyteller nodded regally at her. "Farewell, little Jessamy. Dream well."

Jessamy watched the King of All Night's Dreaming and his immortal walk away, hand in hand. She grinned. She was quite glad that her lord Morpheus had found happiness at long last.

-end-

*runs*

#the sandman #dreamling #dream/hob #dream x hob #dream of the endless #hob gadling #justice for jessamy #i crack what i want #shhh nobody tell neil

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 24]

And it's the last thing he would have wanted her to do :(

Once again, want to draw your attention to the fact that Julith doesn't seem to really care about Joris. She just set him and Bakara free to get hit by lasers and once he told her "I will never allow this to happen" she stopped paying attention.

Like, did her love hinge on the condition he didn't disagree with her or what? I am insane about her various behaviours and weird way of loving (AKA she doesn't really love anyone besides Jahash, and she might not really love Joris that much either. because she's like. known him for a day and 80% of it he called her cringe(because she's cringe))

Man, I know ankama didn't think about this all so deeply. They were like "cool lasers go pew pew pew". But I'm the CEO of caring too much. So I will literally do just that.

Anyway, her parenting style (setting him loose under some deadly lasers) reminds me of Kerubim, except she's doing this on purpose. yaay.

Joris has GOT to be in a literal state of shock and dissociation by now. Not even years of therapy will fix this.

By now he's seen roughly 1000 and 6 people die.

I've seen headcanons of him keeping his mother's cape. And while imagining Joris with a cool cape is nice and all, I really doubt he Would Fucking Do That.

Not because you can get it as a cosmetic item in Dofus MMO (you can, but it's dubiously canon imo). I just think he fucking hates her and wouldn't want that thang in his house.

It's just him VS. her now.

There's a heaviness to this. All of them (save for maybe Lilotte) have the knowledge that whoever hits the Dofus will get exploded together with them. But with the rush of adrenaline, inexperience of everyone involved (only warriors actively think "oh I am going to DIE for real this time"), and the "if we don't act now 1000 people will die" of this situation, I really doubt either of them thought too hard about it all.

But I think that once you're all alone with that thought - and it's obvious that it's you, who will have to do it, it sinks in a little better.

He looks so distraught...

Inside me are two wolves: one of them is saying, "Joris is so brave yet so scared. He knows he will probably not survive this, and he's 10, and, and--" and the other says "JORIS JURGEN SUICIDAL HEROISM MOMENT NUMERO UNO!!!!!"

Both of them are equally insane.

I NEED these frames injected into my bloodstream.

One counterpoint I can think to why Julith is so worried about this despite setting him free to roam under the deadly lasers, is that, as the guardian of the Ebony Dofus, she could simply go "Not that one. let that one live. No, you can kill the blonde that looks like my husband, I don't give a shit about her. But the weird little boy? Don't kill him."

But this is just me trying to fix Ankama's fucky-wuckies with my imagination.

It's jojover. Just completely and irreparably jojover.

This scene always gives me chills, more so than any other insanely evil interaction between Joris and Julith.

There are a lot of ways this scene gets me (imagine me putting on the tinfoil hat from my Aux Tresors kerulou days. I am about to be that insane): The way she envelops him stops any and all movement of him and his Dofus completely, and wipes out all the sound and momentum.

He is completely helpless against how easily she stopped him and took his only way to save everyone from him.

As he falls to the ground, there's a little sense of dreaminess to it — the cape seems far bigger than it should be, the time before he hits the floor seems longer than it should be — and make no mistake, it is on purpose. Seconds before he falls we are shown the floor, and it seems vaguely closer to us at the first glance, than the distance he falls. It's unexpected, it's destabilizing.

It's like he is dissociating, from the horror of not being able to do this.

It's like a nightmare.

And after doing this irreparable evil, and taking his one way of stopping this evil, she looks at him as if he is a tiny, stupid little thing, that doesn't know what it is doing.

As if it's not her fault that his only choice is doing something that will kill him, just to stop her.

And listen. There's guilt too. Because Joris is the one who allowed her to get the Ebony Dofus back. If he survives this and nobody else does, do you think he could ever forgive himself?

She's making him responsible for this.

They will never get to speak, but Jahash is happy, with what Joris has tried to do.

...Unlike Julith, who was reminded of Jahash by Joris's blue eyes, — I bet Jahash thinks they're similar to Bakara's.

There are so many emotions here. He will never get to speak to this man. This man is happy abotu what Joris has done. This man is the reason Joris's life is utterly ruined.

Is Jahash's smile an "I'm sorry that you have to do this, and see this," or "I'm proud of you," or "I wish things were different," or a mixture of all of them?

Joris will never get to know.

He saw something in her that other people didn't see.

She never really wanted to be a "butcher". Even if she could not overpower that destiny, — after Bonta took away her entire family and future, may I add, — the fact that she tried to begin with is saying a lot.

The look he gives her is something between "please don't prove me wrong" and "this isn't you".

I think she realizes now that there is no future where she, Jahash, and Joris are together and happy.

Four lives, in three generations of this family, ruined and uprooted and destroyed, because of some petty politics that were happening behind their backs.

I truly despise Bonta.

It's quiet. The only sound is his own heartbeat. Nothing seems quite real. He can barely believe that maybe she will stop this madness herself.

There is only one kind of reunion that they may have.

No matter how much she wanted a happier ending.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen

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incorrect-mtg · 1 month

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A meeting in Korozda

One does not earn the moniker "Thousand-Eyed" by letting thing slip by. In the ruins and dark alleys of Ravnica's undercity, every bug is another potential set of eyes for her to keep track of those going through Golgari land. Which is why she noticed an anomaly immediately.

A hooded woman exploring the broken down ruins of Korozda wouldn't be a cause for alarm. It had almost become a familiar sight, after it was brought up to the surface. But this was no surface explorer carefully mapping their way: it was a local. One she quickly recognized.

The most noticeable thing, at first, was the lack of any signs of allegiance. In the wake of the invasion, the Swarm had broken down into my factions and each was quick to establish their own symbols to identify their presence. None of which the stranger carried on her. And then Izoni was able to get a look of her face. She looked human, but the height and facial structure were eerily familiar. The kind of details a cheap disguise wouldn't cover, particularly if there were more important things to hide.

So she followed and, at the right time, she struck.

She pushed her target against a wall, a knife on her throat and making sure her sight was blocked before calling on her swarm to follow. A tidal wave of insects and arachnids spread around them, covering the walls and the ground, their chittering and buzzing drowning all sound.

"You have a lot of gall, to return here" she says her knife digging into flesh "Give me a reason I shouldn't just kill you right now and feed you to my pets?"

A moment of silence, followed by a sigh, "I can't. Or at least if our roles were reversed, nothing would convince me."

In the blink of an eye the magical disguise is unmade, revealing distinctively organic scales and head tendrils.

"For what it's worth" Vraska says, eyes looked to the wall in front of her "I did not come here for a fight, Izoni."

"Oh? So what is this? A scouting mission? Doing some groundwork for the next invasion you will bring from beyond the Blind Eternities?" she asks, her pets increasing in loudness with her anger.

Through their eyes, she can see Vraska grimace and close her eyes.

"That wasn't me. As soon as I could, I fought the phyresis."

"How comforting. I'm sure the Simic would be interested in how you did it, even. Now, why are you here?" she insists, even as her mind connects some dots. Vraska had been the best of the Ochran. With access to disguise magic, if she'd wanted to go unnoticed, she'd have done it.

So she… Had let Izoni find her. This was a trap-

"I wanted to talk to you," Vraska replies, bringing her thoughts to a halt "how are the Golgari?"

"You… You came for ME. And that is your question?" she asks incredulously, her anger only growing when the answer is a nod.

"It will take generations for us to recover from all the deaths and compleations. Generations more for us to be a proper guild again" she says, her anger winning out against the knowledge she should not be talking to the gorgon any longer "millenia of knowledge are gone for good, there are literal species of Kraul that you helped eradicate. You want to know how the Golgari are? We are broken. We are a nest you covered in phyrexian oil and set on fire."

As she rants, she see Vraska is deliberately holding back any reaction. It only makes her angrier.

"Thank you," Vraska says once she is done, in a tone Izoni might even call meek "One last question… Do you have any hope? For the Golgari?"

Izoni sneers in response. She almost wants to say no, because that is how she feels sometimes. But she is nothing if not prideful.

"The Golgari are dead" she says "but death's never stopped us, and that isn't about to change now"

"Good" Vraska answers, before taking a deep breath "take care of them, Izoni. Be better than me or Jarad. You won't have to worry about me again."

Then she nods and everything goes wrong.

Izoni feels an attack against her mind only a moment before it breaks through, using her own magic to disperse her swarm. Her thoughts grow cloudy.

"You won't remember we were here" Vraska says, finally able to turn and look her in the eyes "Good luck. Goodbye Izoni… Goodbye Ravnica."

Those are the last words Izoni hear before she falls asleep.

#magic the gathering #short fanfic #vraska #izoni

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anm3mi · 1 year

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SELFISH ─ NETEYAM ⊹ ִֶָ

contents. fem!omaticaya!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

notes. originally, this was supposed to be a longer slow burn series, but i ended up giving up on it, yet i didn't feel like simply abandoning it, so i'll admit the ending's not the best, hopefully y'all understand :)) word count : 4k

you were tired - tired of everyone's pitiful looks each time you'd walk through the village, finally leaving the solace of your home. a year prior to the accident, you were treated with respect, your entire family was, as you and your parents were one of the most fine and loyal warriors of the omaticaya clan. but now, the na'vi people were awfully kind to you, constantly making sure you and your siblings were alright.

at the beginning, you appreciated the sincere concern, but soon it only seemed the people around you were walking on eggshells - careful with their words to not upset you and never stopping to try and comfort you, even after you politely declined their help.

you were growing sick of being treated like you were about to break any second, because the truth was - you were, but you wouldn't let anyone see. if you could, you'd hide in the comfort of your home and never leave, maybe cry yourself to sleep and slowly fade away, but as much as you wished to, you simply couldn't. you had to be strong for your sisters. having no other choice, you put your own needs aside and shoved your feelings deep down.

being the oldest sibling came with its pros and cons. yet nowadays you couldn't help, but only focus on the cons, such as putting your sisters' needs and wants first. you would never cry in front of them, because the way you felt wasn't important. all your emotions were slowly building up inside you, waiting to explode like a ticking bomb - danger to everyone around you, but mostly to yourself.

having to explain to your 7 and 10 year old sisters your parents have died in a battle turned out to be one of the worst parts about the tragic accident. they were both so young, and in a matter of a second - your lifes have flipped upside down. you had no one else to take care of you, no family, no friends. now you only had each other. so being the oldest sister, you put on a strong facade and decided to raise your sisters, syuyi and a'lea on your own.

it was harder than expected. syuyi, being the youngest, was a bit spoiled and throughout her life only accepted comforting from her father. she'd curl herself up in a ball in the corner of the room and cry, demanding for the presence of her dad. with a painful expression, you could only watch the younger girl with an aching heart, because each time you'd get closer and attempt to assure her, syuyi would only cry harder, pushing you away. as much as it pained you, you had to wait until she'd get tired and fall asleep, before carrying her into her bed.

a'lea, on the other hand, reacted to your parents' deaths differently. suddenly - she became quiet. unlike syuyi, she wouldn't cause trouble and cry until the late eclipse. even before the accident, a'lea wasn't very social, always keeping to herself - stuck in her own little world, yet she still knew how to have fun, but most importantly, she wasn't afraid to show her emotions in front of her family. that all changed. a'lea would disappear for hours on end, worrying you, yet you knew she was careful enough and would always come back home.

the wood you were carrying was suddenly dropped to the ground with a loud thud, startling a'lea. eyes wide, you desperately scanned your home, but to no avail, as your youngest sister was nowhere in sight. "where's syuyi?!" heartbeat only increasing with each passing second, you demanded. a'lea's lips fell apart, as she glanced around the room - the realisation sinking in, leaving her speechless. she wasn't paying attention, as you simply went to the forest to gather up some wood for fire, and now her little sister was gone. "i- i-" she stuttered with a shocked and confused expression.

pursing your lips into a thin line, you sharply inhaled through your nose, holding back a groan. "a'lea." you begun, your strict tone visibly worrying your sister. "stay here, i mean it. i'll go look for our sister." hands curled into fists by your sides, you announced, before speed-walking out of your home, making a beeline for the forest, the one and only place your sister could disappear of to. in response, a'lea nodded with guilt smeared all over her face, before uncomfortably shifting in her place.

it's been seven months since your parents have died and you were barely keeping it together. each day - you were getting closer to breaking down, the gaping wound in your heart only growing. as much as you loved your sisters, they weren't making your situation any easier. just like you, they were grieving and you understood, but a'lea's sudden distant and cold behaviour and syuyi's constant tantrums were pushing you towards the edge.

your walking has soon turned into a sprint as you entered the forest, a lump crawling its way outside your throat, while your stomach swirled with anxiety. the lively nature of pandora surrounded you, yet you paid no mind to the beauty of it - you couldn't afford to do so, your sister your one and only concern.

suddenly, you stopped dead in your tracks upon the sound of splashing water followed by an oddly familiar giggle. you bit back a relieved sigh, as you made your way towards the small pond your family would often visit - the same pond syuyi adored to play in. the anxiety slowly yet surely washed away, as a soft expression replaced your worried one upon the sight.

syuyi was crouched near the pound, splashing the cool water all over her surroundings and what seemed to be her new friend, as laughter echoed around the forest. you couldn't help, but slightly tilt your head in thought, as you stepped closer - recognizing the small face as tuktirey, one of jake sully's children. your thoughts were interrupted by an excited call of your name coming from syuyi, who finally took a notice of you. "y/n! come play with us!" syuyi called out with a grin, as you let out a small sigh.

"syuyi..." kneeling next to the younger girl, you brushed away a strand of her messy hair out of her face. "you cannot simply run away without telling a'lea or me first." you reminded her with furrowed brows, as her grin slowly disappeared. with a pout, syuyi let out a grunt, before crossing her arms over her chest. closing your eyes for a few seconds, you bit the inside of your cheek, making sure you were careful with your next words to not upset the younger girl.

"tuk!" out of nowhere, a masculine voice called out, causing all three of you to snap your heads towards the sound. soon, a trio appeared out of the near bushes, their worried expression disappearing upon the sight - especially the oldest boy's one. your eyes widened, as you realized who they were. "y/n?" the oldest boy furrowed his brows in confusion, making his way closer. "neteyam." you voiced, the way your stomach flipped not going unnoticed by you.

"tuk! we told you to stay with us!" kiri, who stood near her brothers, explained with an almost disappointed expression. "i know, but i found a friend!" pointing her little finger at syuyi, tuk happily announced, as everyone's eyes fell on the small girl with you by her side. yet neither you or neteyam could by bothered by their looks, as you were too busy staring at one another with unreadable expression. this was the first time in a year the two of you have been so close.

obviously clearing his throat, lo'ak gave his older sister a strange look. "y/n, can we play a bit longer? please?" with a pout, syuyi pleaded. "i'm sorry," gently placing a hand on her shoulder, you begun. "we have to get home, a'lea's waiting for us. now, you wouldn't want to make your sister upset, would you?" you questioned, as syuyi quickly shook her head from to side to side in response. "okay..." you muttered under your breath, before getting up and taking your sister's hand.

"maybe you two can play together some other time, alright?" the corners of your lips twitched into a small, toothless smile, as you glanced between syuyi and tuktirey, who both desperately nodded. "if it's alright with your parents." you quickly added, your gaze switching to the older siblings. neteyam could only nod in response, which lo'ak took notice of, before responding: "sure. if it's alright with your-- you. if it's okay with you." with slightly widened eyes, he corrected himself, earning a glare for his sister.

"let's go, tuk." offering her hand to the younger girl, kiri simply said, as tuk wasted no time, before grabbing it. "bye, syuyi!" she waved to her new friend with an innocent grin, who mirrored her gesture. the now three siblings begun to slowly make their way back home, but soon stopped, when they noticed their older brother still only stood there - his eyes fixated on you.

underneath his stare, you couldn't help but feel your skin burn. "you guys go ahead, i'll catch up." neteyam explained, but his eyes never left yours. soon, his siblings disappeared out of your sight, leaving only the three of you alone. "would you mind if i walked you home?" at his kind offer, you smiled. "not at all." you simply shook your head, as you and syuyi got on your way, followed by neteyam.

"it's been a while, huh?" eyes glued to the forest ground, you broke the tense silence out of nowhere. with syuyi being too busy jumping from a log to another and adoring the nature, you walked a couple of feet behind her, neteyam by your side. "yeah..." neteyam replied with a simple hum. "i miss it, don't you?" finally, you raised your eyes off the ground and met neteyam's, who's were already on you. your expression was calm, but deep down, your heart was yearning for a response, silently praying he does, in fact, miss it.

you prayed to eywa neteyam missed all those early years the two of you have spend together, before slowly drifting away - the both of you sadly getting busy with responsibilities.

"i do." with a low voice, neteyam answered with honesty, as your heart skipped a beat upon his words. the tense silence was soon exchanged by a comforting one. and before you knew it, the three of you were standing in front of your home. syuyi quickly ran inside, leaving you and neteyam alone.

turning around to fully face him, you crossed your arms over your chest, as in to hide how small you felt under his look. over the years, neteyam has matured into a handsome young man and you couldn't help but take a notice of it. but unknown to you, the older boy's eyes were roaming your frame as well, mesmerized by you.

"do you want to come inside?" shyly averting your gaze, you offered. "i'd love to." and with a nod, neteyam followed you inside. as you took a step inside, you were met with a messy sight. all kinds of stuff was thrown over the floor, as a'lea sat in a corner, too preoccupied to even acknowledge the new guest, while syuyi ran around, letting out playful noises. "i'm sorry about- you know." cheeks burning with embarrassment, you kicked away a piece of wood out of the way, yet your bashful expression soon disappeared upon hearing neteyam's light chuckle. "it's okay, i have younger siblings. trust me, i know what it's like."

as you walked further into your home, you eyes landed on the pile of wood you have previously dropped. "a'lea! i told you to start a fire!" with an upset look smeared across your face, you let out a groan. "you didn't." the younger girl simply shrugged, as you furrowed your brows in confusion. "well, could you please start it?" inhaling through your nose, you requested. but instead of obliging, your sister rolled her eyes, only fueling your irritation. taking in a deep breath, you rubbed your temples.

"y/n, i'm hungry!" a sudden, yet harsh tug on your hand snapped your attention towards your youngest sister, who was staring at you with a pleading expression. "i know, syuyi. i am too, just give me a-" but before you could finish your words, syuyi let out a long, over exaggerated groan, before she begun to run around the room. "a'lea, please." your voice was barely audible. deciding to take a step closer to your sister, you were almost pushed aside by syuyi, who continued to make circles around both you and neteyam, making swooshing noises.

while neteyam found it almost funny, you didn't. you were getting overwhelmed with each second. hungry, irritated, sad, surprised, angry, embarrassed - you were feeling so many emotions all at once, your heart harshly beating against your rib cage.

"are you even listening to me, y/n?" a hand swiftly waving in front of your face interrupted you from your thoughts, as you furrowed your brows in confusion. "what?" you lowly muttered upon the sight of a'lea standing close to you. rolling her eyes, a'lea scoffed at your reaction. "you never listen to me." angrily, the younger girl begun to make her way towards the entryway. "a'lea, wait-" grabbing her by her forearm, you opened your mouth to speak once again, but were cut off by a'lea's harsh words. "just let me go! i hate you!"

the grip you had on her arm loosened, as you froze in your place. you could only watch a'lea stomp away, disappearing from your sight. throughout your life, you've heard a lot of hateful things, yet none of them affected you as much as your own sister's words did. you knew a'lea didn't truly mean it - she was angry and grieving, but deep down, you couldn't help yet wonder if you raising them was the right decision.

neteyam's expression faltered at the scene that has evolved in front of him, yet you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes - standing still and glaring at the floor, as tears begun forming in your eyes. to your luck, a few braids have fallen to cover the side of your face like a curtain, but even without being able to fully see your face, the way a'lea's words hurt you didn't go unnoticed by him.

crouching down, neteyam finally managed to stop oblivious syuyi, before placing both of his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "hey, syuyi, do you want to play with tuk some more?" with a low voice, neteyam asked, earning a quick nod in response. "okay." he muttered, an assuring smile decorating his face. tilting his head towards the entrance, neteyam signaled for the younger girl to wait for him by the entryway and she happily obliged.

neteyam carefully made his way towards you, before gently whispering your name. "y/n?" hesitantly, he reached to place his hand upon your shoulder and in response - you snapped out of whatever trance you were stuck in. swiftly, you glanced to your side with teary eyes, meeting neteyam's. why you hated everyone else's pitiful looks, yet neteyam's seemed to comfort you? "i'll be back in a few minutes, i promise." his hand softly rubbed your shoulder, as you nodded slowly, causing more braids to fall in front of your face.

"are you going to be alright?" as neteyam's hand reached to tuck those loose braids away, you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his gesture. attempting to answer his question, you opened your mouth, yet nothing came out. you knew if you tried once more, you'd start to sob, so instead you simply nodded again. knees feeling weak, you used all your remaining strength to not collapse on the floor, as silent tears begun to run down your face. and before you knew it, you were left all alone inside your home - before finally collapsing to the floor with a light thud.

"we need to find your sister first, alright?" holding syuyi's hand as the duo begun walking, neteyam explained. "do you knew where she might be?" he added. "hmm..." furrowing her brows, syuyi thought to herself for a few second. "oh, i know!" her face suddenly lightened up, dragging neteyam by his hand towards the forest. "is y/n okay?" glancing over her shoulder with a confused expression, syuyi questioned neteyam. "i'll make sure she is, don't worry." the corners of his lips twitched into a soft smile. "i like you." with a grin, syuyi innocently blurred out, earning a chuckle from neteyam. "i'm glad, because i like you too."

a'lea was quite surprised at the sight of neteyam with her little sister, but she didn't complain once he offered his idea. after all, she did feel guilty, but she wasn't ready to face you just yet.

now alone, neteyam once again entered your home - frown appearing on his face at the sight of you on the ground, sobbing. "where are my sisters?" you managed to ask in-between sobs, watching as neteyam kneeled in front of you. "you don't have to worry, they're with my family." at neteyam's attempt to assure you, your eyes only widened. "oh, no, you- you didn't need to do that." you quickly stammered, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand. "i don't want to burden you or your family." neteyam's face fell at your words, feeling his chest tighten at your upset state.

"you're not a burden to anyone. trust me, tuk was more than excited to see syuyi and kiri has already wandered off with a'lea." neteyam send you a small, yet assuring smile, before adding: "they'll be alright." in response, you only sniffled, before taking in a deep breath. "the question is, are you alright, y/n?" his words caused a lump to from inside your throat and you could feel more tears coming. "i- i don't know." you whispered, your voice breaking. "but it doesn't matter how i feel."

neteyam now sat by your side, before placing his hand on top of yours that laid in your lap. "it does matter - you matter, y/n. you cannot spend the rest of your life putting everyone above yourself." as your gaze remained stuck to the floor, neteyam inched closer in an attempt to meet your eyes and he was successful. "sometimes, you have to be a bit selfish." he added, his voice barely above a whisper. "you're the one to talk." you let out an airy chuckle, catching a glimpse of neteyam's rather confused expression. "is neteyam sully, the mighty warrior telling me to be selfish?" the tears on your face now have dried, only leaving traces, as you playfully teased neteyam.

suppressing an eye roll, neteyam couldn't help but smile a bit at your suddenly lighter mood - he knew you were hurting deep down, but if you didn't feel like talking about it at the moment, he wouldn't push it. "it seems both of us have to work on that." rubbing the back of his neck, neteyam explained, as the two of you shared a laugh.

after you conversation, neteyam offered he'd stay with you a bit longer and you simply couldn't say no to him. as he stayed behind inside your home, you went towards a near creek to wash and refresh yourself. when you arrived back, you eyes widened. the wood you previously brought for fire was no longer thrown on the floor, but instead put neatly aside, as neteyam begun cleaning around your home. "neteyam!" you called out, as his head snapped towards you. "you- you don't have to do all this." you announced, making your way towards him.

"i know, i don't have to." neteyam couldn't hold back his smile at your innocently worried expression. "but i want to." his words were laced with honesty, as you felt your heart swell at his kindness. you made a mental note to repay him, perhaps by making him a bracelet of some sort. "i appreciate it." afterwards, a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, as you continued to clean - every once in a while stealing glances at one another.

hands placed proudly on your hips, you let out a long breath. "looks like we're done." you announced, before turning your head to the side at neteyam. "we make a good team." neteyam added, earning a giggle out of you. once more, your eyes scanned the inside of your home. this was the first time in a while it looked awfully neat, as you didn't have much time to properly clean and if you did, syuyi would be quick to scatter all her toys around.

suddenly, you let your arms freely fall to your sides. "neteyam?" with furrowed brows, you once again glanced at neteyam, who's eyes were searching for anything you two might have missed. "why are you doing all this?" at your question, neteyam finally met your eyes. for a few seconds, his own expression was unreadable, before softening, the concerns of his lips twitching into a smile - a sight you could never get enough of. "we're friends, y/n. and that's what friends do."

it felt like butterflies have entered your stomach and begun fluttering around, when you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. throwing yourself at neteyam, you hooked your arms around his shoulders and unconsciously hidden your face in his neck. "thank you." you muttered, as neteyam's hands made their way around your waist - pulling you closer. "thank you so much, neteyam." once again, you whispered against the skin of his neck. "there's no need to thank me, y/n." neteyam whispered back, his smile growing at your touch.

six months later, you were in a rather similar situation - except for the cause of it. silence has taken over your home, as you laid in your bed, but not alone. with your head resting on his chest, one of neteyam's arm was underneath his head for support, while the other one simply laid across his stomach, as you drew shapes on it. every once in a while, you'd brush your fingers along the beaded bracelet decorating his wrist.

"are you sure your parents won't mind?" once again, you asked the same question, but neteyam couldn't be angry at you - he understood your worries. "not at all, they really like a'lea and syuyi." neteyam assured you. "oh, really?" propping your chin on his chest, you were now facing neteyam with a smirk. "really. but what they like more is that i finally begun courting someone." neteyam playfully teased, his hand coming to caress the back of your head. "and who is that lucky person?" as you continued to tease him, neteyam rolled his eyes in response. "let me guess- is it nayä?" you let out a playful gasp. "tamarai?"

instead of responding, neteyam only shook his head from one side to the other, before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your lips. "i choose you." he muttered against your lips, as you grinned in response. "isn't that a bit selfish?" once again, you teased the sully boy - reminding him of your conversation that happened months ago, yet the day still played in his head on repeat like a broken record player. "if wanting you makes me selfish, i guess i am." neteyam explained, as you leaned closer, softly placing once of your hands on his cheeks.

"looks like we both are selfish then." you let out an airy chuckle, as your eyes scanned neteyam's face with admiration. gently, your thumb rubbed against his cheekbone, before leaning in and letting your eyelids fall. once more, your lips met - and your chest swelled with pure joy and love. ever since neteyam made his way back into your life, everything appeared brighter. even with his own responsibilities, he found the time to help you and also found time to steal your heart.

that night you two grew closer once again, it seemed like your world was already lost - lost in the grief. how could he hang onto something so incomprehensible? how could he keep pouring love into an abyss? but then there he was. there was something in those bright eyes that was so beautiful, so safe and warm. in just one look you were home. you reached out and made the connection, and like eywa herself had arranged it, he fell for you just as hard. he chose you.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Divus Crewel | Who's Your Daddy?

You weren’t inherently thrilled to hear through the grapevine that your mother had found a new lover. While you no longer feared the fantasy of the ‘evil partner’ you did fear the ‘here I am speech.’ With every new romantic partner each of them would catch you alone to either awkwardly declare their new mission to be your parent or that they were going to rob you of all your money; whatever was said though was shortly followed by them being dumped, reputation ruined, and a restraining order put in place. For as much as your mother got around you could never doubt her love for you. With every suitor she waited for them to slip up whether it was to you or to hired staff; she played no games. Keeping her suitors as nothing more than that to you and her staff claiming it would change if things got more serious. So you were more than surprised when you weren’t being greeted with an untitled partner.

“Meet your new step-father, Divus Crewel!”

What?! Step-father?! Already?!

You kept it cordial, briefly greeting him with a smile before hightailing it to your room. It won’t matter soon, anyway. You were moving out. Not because of your mother or this Cruel-dude but because you were tired of relying on other’s dime. All your life you’ve been gifted with a grand lifestyle that had you working early and living lavishly but coming into adulthood you realized the thing you really wanted was to work for you. All your life you’d played assistant CFO on top of school work, being a fake socialite, and business princess. It was all just too much. You had been saving preparing for this. You knew it wouldn't be easy but you also knew that that was what made it worth it in the end. You didn’t want to say anything until you were moved out in case your mother pulled some crazy stunt to keep you in place. Turns out that wasn’t the only one you had to worry about.

“Where are you going pup?”

Smoking on a pipe lounging in the velvet arm-chair your mother often perched herself in, Divus was looking up, accusatory, from his evening paper.

“Out.”

You didn’t elaborate because you didn’t need to. This is just some guy swinging by trying to flex his father-bone so he can get on your mom’s will. You left before there was any protest, leaving to finalize your lease and officially be free.

Half your stuff was moved and with your final moving driver on their way to your new home, you elected now would be the time to tell her. She would be resting by now possibly reading in her study. You opened the grand mahogany doors with a rising power, you were ready to fight for your right to work, your right for autonomy.

“Mom, you in here?”

It seemed so as her favorite plume was left on the desk and her shoes near the door. In her giant chair turned to look at the glass she had installed around it. She must have fallen asleep, you rationalize, comforted by the warm encasing rays of the sun. You walked to turn her around before waking her to find that she isn’t there.

Nothing is there.

It's then you realize that there is a draft coming in.

But this room has no windows, just the glass pane wrapped around the hull of the room.

There was a human sized hole in it.

Bloodied and messy you shakily move to lookpast the glass to ground below.

There she is.

Laying flat amongst the garden contrasting the green with her deathly crimson splatter.

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You were distraught. Devastated. That much was clear to anyone who saw you at the funeral. In the end you could not seem to let go of that golden crusted coffin clutching onto it like it was your life line. Even fellow nobility who typically would scoff at such displays of emotion couldn’t deny their own pity, as you were pried away by a fellow in black and white.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stop crying even as the ceremony ended and you were carted back to your mother’s estate. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave, plagued by guilt and longing. You couldn’t pull yourself together until it came time to settle affairs. Now you weren’t in any of this for the money but you knew you would hate yourself even more if you let what inkling of your mother was left die out because of your inactivity. Alas one thing you found you must have gotten from your mother was your workaholic behavior; by diving into technical matters you could free yourself of the pain (at least for a little while).

“As it stands all of your mother’s affairs as aforementioned in the newly written will state that all her effects belong to her legal husband: Divus Crewel.”

How could this happen? How in your pursuit of freedom had you allowed her to sign everything over to some guy she was sleeping with? AND MARRIED TOO! You knew your mother best and even when you were sure she was off her rocker she always had the sense to care for you first, second if it was about her dogs. He must have orchestrated it. It all made sense. How in the span of six months had this man taken your mother from you in every sense of the word before the final month was up. Simple. He killed her. But with no proof other than a motive you were left to depart back to your personally bought hovel where you had to live knowing your fight for freedom was what left you mother for dead and anyhting you could remember her by in the hands of a stranger.

“(Y/n), where are you going?”

The nerve. “If you must know I’m going home.” You cocked your head and opened your arms in emphasis as you walked away from him entering his security detail limousine. You were walking to take a bus or at the least you were trying as the limousine and surrounding security cars not-so-subtley followed. Stopping, you were near tears with frustration.

“What do you want from me?! Don’t you have everything you already want?!”

The tinted window rolled down to reveal Crewel wearing shades and a scowl of disagreement.

“Oh young pup, I don't have what I want at all.”

In lightning speed the door swung open and you were pulled into the lap of your step father. Being held in place by his steel grip on your jaw you sat on his lap like a confused child as he forcefully told the driver to, “Drive.”

He held you that way the whole ride adjusting you only when you ever seemed to shimmy off his lap from your struggling. Finally arriving home he switched tactics, pulling out a dalmationed patterned handkerchief and stuffing it in your mouth effectively gagging you. Before you had time to register to undo what he did he pulled out two collars locking your knees and wrists together.

Unable to move, Crewel had no trouble carrying you out of the vehicle through the mansion to what used to be your mother’s lonesome master bedroom. Now it was the bedroom version of Crewel’s whole aesthetic. Tossed on the bed, you were scared watching him remove his fur coat, call in his dalmations, and remove one of his gloves. Jerked to lay over his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Now (Y/n) I’m sure you’re…disappointed with your mother’s slip up but as my child I will not have you fraternizing with your delusions of freedom.”

You tried to scream and yell at him. Who was he to tell you anything! And Disappointed?! You wanted to sock him in that pretty face of his.

He seemed to get the sentiment squinting his eyes in a challenged haze before exposing your butt to the open air. You weren’t an idiot despite what online quizes would suggest you knew what this position meant to toddlers and people in ddlg fantasies. You did not want to be spanked! So when he raised his exposed hand you curled into him hoping he’d take your silent plea. He stopped as if hearing the constant begging you were doing mentally and insted let his hand prance around your lower back in warning.

“Despite your ‘secret’ plot for freedom succeeding I would have put a stop to it anyway seeing as it is what your mother wanted me to do in the first place.”

You made a questioning noise. What was he talking about?

“When she came to me with her worries about her adult child finally leaving I applauded her. Told her it was healthy and gave my full support but in another rant of hers I realized you had been working for her. All your time and childhood spent working away to please her, keep her afloat with a business you have no part in.

He played with your hair while he spoke. Softly rubbing your back as if he…cared?

“And in mild interest I proposed I step in as someone you could rely on to set boundaries of course mostly for her but nonetheless she took this as me wanting to…be in a relationship with her.”

He shivered with disgust making an icky feeling in your chest grow. It never is black and white is it.

“So we married in private claiming something about how ‘if I was this dedicated already surely I was ready for the real deal.’ I would have refused if I wasn’t already intrigued. You’d be surprised as to how much I can tell about you from camera footage and personal investigators.”

This time it was your turn to shudder but the present hold of a hand sitting on your head made you still.

“She had grand plans to get publicly married a month later but I realized that wouldn’t be needed. Just by your behavior I could tell all you wanted was rebellion, a break from the character you had been held to-” Ok maybe he understood you a lit- “like a child.” What.

“I see it in my students often, you just want to have time to play without the responsibility of an adult, without the neglectful bearing of your mother. So I made an executive decision to eliminate the one that made you feel that way. Don’t look at me like that. No matter how old you are, you're quite the child to me and as your guardian I elect that you will not be burdened by adulting for as long as I’m here.”

He laid you on the bed dawning his fur coat once again.

“My pup, it's my duty as your father to care for your every need, including discipline.” He flicked your nose for emphasis with a chuckle and flip of his wrist his dalmations attacked you with kisses before fleeing from the room.

“By the time I’m done dear we’ll have figured out how to even out that playtime and discipline.”

____________

By the time I was let out of that room again all my stuff I had previously moved out was moved into our shared room. Many other things had changed as well. The giant velvet chair that had been mother’s was now black and white accented by a blood red. The office your mother had was closed off under the pretense that all those that were eliminated for the sake of my ’childhood.’

Other things had changed as well.

Reaching for the door I could hear father’s steps and the clinking collars of his dalmations. I guessed he was sitting in his favorite chair blowing his pipe.

“Where are you going, pup?”

So much had changed.

You doubt she would recognize you.

“To the garden, father. I know not to leave the grounds where I’m safe.”

Divus Crewel smiled. “Good girl. Don’t forget your running shoes.”

“Yes, father.”

“And a kiss for Papa?”

You hesitated if only for a second before trotting over to give a peck to his pale cheek before scampering off to get your shoes.

“That’s my girl.”

#yanderes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x darling #yandere father #divus crewel #yandere divus crewel #yandere twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere stepfather

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girlzlovinggirlzlovingme · 3 months

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Rough night.

Mom/Daughter incest fluff

TW: lil bit of trauma talk

You're older now, yet you can't stop yourself from acting like a kid. You hold your stuffies to fall asleep, you dress in comfy pajamas that are more suited for someone half your age, and you still can't help wanting to cuddle up to mommy whenever you're not feeling okay.

You're scared she thinks you need to grow up. You worry that she'd rather have her little girl be someone who doesn't need to be held whenever she has a bad day. Sometimes, when she's not around you find it a little hard to be happy being yourself, and other times it's like that even when she's around.

One day, it's one of those "hard to be happy" days. The type where when you're supposed to be sleeping, you end up laying on your back while staring at the ceiling, perpetually feeling worse. Even though you know she can't hear you tell her, "I'll be right back" and "I'm gonna go go the bathroom." Both of which are lies you say just because it's hard to admit you're more scared and anxious than you probably should be, and you don't want to make her see her little girl cry.

You sit in the living room, flooding your face with tears upon tears, wondering why you're even crying at all. You know she's not there, but you say sorry over and over because you wanna be a big girl, one that she can love. It's an awkward mix of feeling like being alone is the worst thing in the world, but if anyone sees you, then you'll feel pathetic.

You keep crying, on and on, while trying to build enough stability to go back in the bedroom and fall asleep like nothing happened. It almost feels like it's over, the end of the worst panic attack in a while, but it finds itself coming back full force when you hear her voice asking, "What's wrong, baby?"

You try telling her, but it's too much of a struggle to speak. You can't even form the proper words, and that just makes you feel all the worse. Now, your mama sits right next to you, holding you close and trying to make you feel okay. The only thing her coddling does, though, is make you feel like you're doing something wrong with your life.

"I-I-I. . . I'm sorry, Mommy." The words sheepishly escape your lips while you focus on maintaining your breathing. "I want to. . . to. . . I want to be good for you."

"You are good for me, baby." She holds you closer, a loving embrace that makes you feel better as much as it makes you feel worse. "You don't need to apologize. I know you may not feel like it, but I think you're perfect for me, sweetheart." Her hand moves under your chin, moving your head so her eyes lock directly with yours. The love and care in her eyes make you melt like chocolate on a hot day. It never ceases to stop you and leave you speechless. "I love you because of the way you are, not because I want you to be any different. I love the way you love me, and I love the way that you're you."

Loves you because you're you.

The words keep floating in your head. The longer you think about them, the more it feels like you're gonna cry forever.

"I'm sorry for being like this, Mama. . ." You turn your head away. You feel if she looks at you for any longer, then maybe she'll fall out of love.

"If you were any other way, then I wouldn't love you even a fraction as much." She takes a second and lets out a light sigh. "Y'know the first few times we started sleeping together after you admitted you had a little crush on me, I felt kind of ashamed. . . I thought I'd be a bad mom if I kept doing that kind of stuff. . . But I never once stopped because it made me too happy, and I knew if I ever quit, I wouldn't find anything that'd make me that happy for the rest of my life. . . . I really do love you, baby."

"I love you too, mom." You wrap both your arms around her and hold her tight, wanting to never ever let her go.

She readjusts herself and lays down on the couch, her perfect little girl laying on her chest, holding her like her life depends on it.

Neither of you could be any happier if you tried.

After a long night, you finally find yourself able to get some sleep. It's damn good, too.

#fauxcest #wlw ns/fw #fauxcest fluff #mother/daughter #ʕ ● ᴥ ● ʔ

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everydayyoulovemeless · 14 days

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fo4 or nv companions + sole/courier faking an orgasm with them?

FNV Companions Reactions to the Courier Faking an Orgasm

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic

Boone will notice immediately that you’ve faked it. He won’t say anything but you’ll know something’s wrong by the way he suddenly freezes up. His eyes will hold a hint of worry in them as he gazes at you, silently asking if you’re ok. He feels awful and will slowly get off of you before gently helping you to bed. He doesn't voice his thoughts, but it's obvious that he's not sure what to ask or do in this situation. He'll silently be praying that he didn't cross any boundaries with you. Boone will remain quiet until you decide to speak up and say something, otherwise, you're both just going to be lying next to one another awkwardly.

Arcade looks at you in disbelief. There’s no way you thought that’d work. He can literally see if cum is spraying out your dick or not. Obviously, he’s going to catch you in your bluff. He’ll be more embarrassed than anything. The fact that you felt you needed to fake your orgasm stings him. He knew it’d been a while since he’d last done it with another man, but he didn’t think he was that rusty. It’s definitely gonna leave a dent in his ego. He'll help you get dressed then never speak to you again, not because he's mad at you, but because he's too ashamed to face you himself. If you want to talk to him again, you're going to have to initiate it.

Raul pushes himself off of you immediately and will look down at you in concern. He’ll ask softly if you’re alright, but won’t pry any further than that. You obviously didn’t like it if you had to fake it, and he doesn’t blame you. Not many people like the feeling of a ghoul and that’s perfectly fine with him. He’s just worried that you’ll feel too awkward to be around him any longer and switch him out for another companion. He'll greet you in the morning as he would any other time, hoping to just move past this little blunder in your relationship. He got the message clearly and won't try to prompt anything more from you, too afraid that he'll make you uncomfortable again.

Cass stops what she’s doing and will confront you about it immediately. She’s slept with WAY too many people to be fooled by you pretending to cum and she’s baffled that she somehow couldn’t get you off. You don't have any other choice but to go get a drink with her because she wants to know exactly what it is she needs to work on. She's more offended than anything. This hasn't ever happened to her before and she never in her life thought that it ever would. Just explain it to her quickly and she'll leave you alone.

It takes a minute before Veronica notices, but when she does she’ll begin apologizing profusely. She knows she can get a little excited when it comes to sex, but she never imagined that it might be too much for her partner. She's so scared that she's overwhelmed you and will immediately begin offering to do aftercare for you - whatever you want - because she feels so bad about the entire incident. If you never want to talk to her again, she'd completely understand, but she also wouldn't find it all that awkward if you decided to keep traveling with her. She can fix this, and she will fix it if you'd give her the chance and tell her what it was that went wrong.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #arcade gannon #arcade fnv #craig boone #boone fnv #raul tejada #raul alfonso tejada #raul fnv #fnv companions #fnv companions reactions #veronica santangelo #veronica fnv

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sgnjimmy · 1 year

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

vinny hong x gn!reader

A/n: ehh, this is from childhood bsf universe but like when they're together (so,, is in the future ig??) i'm really weak for domestic love so,,, here we are. this is waay bigger than i thought it would be. Sorrye.

Warning (s): lots of fluff, curse words, there's a mention of nsfw time (is really briefly and nothing explicit, so blink and you'll miss it), vinny being a simp for the reader (<33), vinny's and jack's (the cat) love&hate relationship, some kisses, and insecure thoughts (vinny poor bby :c), also MINU DID NOT had the accident in this.

Word Count: like 2.5k. (more or less)

Soft music plays in the background as Vinny wakes up from his slumber. With his eyes still closed he uses his hand to look for you on his side, but instead of you he feels cold and empty sheets. Words cannot describe how much he hated when you did that, he hated to wake up without you. What he did like was to see you as soon as he opened his eyes, and have you there with him to start his day. Vinny loves to have you tangled up in his arms in the morning, given that the night before he just couldn't keep his hands to himself and had to hug your body and rest his head on your chest to fall asleep peacefully.

Vinny wouldn't say you were a morning person per se but you seemed to push yourself for him, he could see that much. That's why from time to time, you would wake up before him to prepare breakfast. And Vinny appreciates that, shit he really does, but he can't help feeling a little guilty afterwards. Sometimes it seems like you're doing too much for him, like he doesn't deserve your kindness and love.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make breakfast", "You don't have to do that, really" or "Just stay in bed longer, later we'll get up" is what he usually tells you… But you never listen. He honestly should know better than try to change your mind at this point.

It's been more or less three months since you moved in with him. He remembers you saying in a dinner with him and his mom that the rent at the place you were staying was getting aggressively high, and that you couldn't keep up anymore. His mom was the one to suggest the idea. "Dear, if you're having trouble finding a place you should stay here with Vinny." "I'm sure he doesn't mind." She told you.

The thought of you moving in had crossed Vinny's mind on several occasions before, one of them being when you guys had been intimate for the first time. The morning after, when Vinny woke up he saw you laying there in his arms. The room around you both shined brightly because of the open curtain. He took his time examining your features, you looked so calm and so beautiful… In that same second he wished you would stay with him forever. He wished to see and touch and love you every day of his life.

Finally deciding to get up Vinny makes his way to the bathroom to wash up before going to find you in the kitchen. You're there preparing breakfast like he had predicted earlier. He stops walking when he sees you moving your body and hips according to the song you're listening to. He leans his body on the wall beside him, quietly watching you dance. His presence still unknown to you. Vinny truly enjoys the little moments you had with yourself, the kind of moments you're not even aware are happening.

"Pretty good moves." Vinny says, his voice sounding a little rougher. You guess it is because he just woke up.

Turning around you see your boyfriend, his hair still a wild mess from bed. "Ha, yeah, i bet." You respond sarcastically.

You turn back to continue cooking and Vinny takes the opportunity to walk towards you and wrap his arms around your middle, hugging you from the back. "Morning." He says. "... It'd be a good morning if you had stayed in bed with me." He adds, grumpily.

"Morning to you too, baby." You laugh. Vinny's reply is a little smirk followed by a kiss on your cheek.

"Meow! meow..." You both heard behind you. "Someone is hungry." You comment.

"He's always hungry, this lil' brat." Vinny takes his arms off your waist to go feed Jack.

You smile when you hear him curse out Jack again. These two are so adorable, you think. Vinny never really means the things he says about Jack, you see. He actually tolerates the cat. Jack doesn't poop in the house, he's always out and he stopped messing with Vinny's clothes. So Jack is pretty okay in his opinion. But the cat still manages to piss him off on occasions. Like when he jumps on you when you're both in bed, you always pet the animal and give him you undying attention, Vinny knows you don't mean it, but it feels like you care more for the stupid, dumb cat, than him. It annoys Vinny to his core. And aghh, the purrs Jack gives you? It pisses him even more, it's almost like he's showing off that you're with him instead of Vinny. Fucking cat, he curses in his head.

Minutes later you finished cooking and you two had breakfast shortly after, then moved on to do a few chores around the house. In the afternoon Vinny had to go out because of a part time job, but you on the other hand chose to stay at home doing one of your hobbies with Jack since it was your day off.

Around 7pm you receive a text from Vinny, he was letting you know he's with the crew to practice. You send him a simple "okay" in response, as you lay your phone aside and try to go back to what you were doing a notification sound pops up from your device. "When we're done we'll be at xxxx, can you meet me there?" It reads. This is different from Vinny's usual requests, you think. Still finding it a little strange you send him a message agreeing that you'll be there.

You know the time they are done cycling because he usually sends you a text saying he's "coming home", so when the time's up you just put your shoes on and lock the door behind you.

It turns out the crew, or more like Dom, wanted to meet you. Vinny didn't like the sound of it. Putting his beloved partner and those assholes together...? Nope. In the same environment? Still no. In the same room? Fucking hell no. They insisted though, and played dirty, too, saying you "weren't real", and other things that implied he was just lying about you. Having had enough of it, Vinny gave in. He had sent you that text one or two hours ago.

Vinny sits down and grabs his bottle of water to cool off but it doesn't make him feel any better. He feels nervous and maybe even sick. Dom is probably going to fuck up, Vinny is gonna feel embarrassed and you're going to look at him like he's some kind of freak. He doesn't want that.

Great time I managed to get me some friends, Vinny thinks. He closes his eyes shut, presses his elbows on his thighs and then holds his head with his hands. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!

"Hey!" Vinny hears a voice from afar. He raises his head a little and opens his eyes to see you waving at him from the other side of the street.

As you make your way towards him, Vinny locks vision in you, following every one of your steps. It's almost kind of protective, he doesn't want to take his eyes out of you feeling as if you might disappear if he did so. When you come to stop in front of him, who is still sitting, you ask "Is everything okay?".

He looks up to you "... I think so." "Can't remember it anymore." You giggle at that.

"You don't remember why you called me here?" He gets up and pulls you closer to him then he then gently grabs your face with both hands.

"Uh-hum." He hums before pulling you for a kiss. An intimate one.

Vinny rarely kisses you in public. He thinks it is better when it's just the two of you, with no one around to interrupt or see it. So you are caught off guard at first, but return the kiss a few seconds later.

Vinny got so distracted watching you that he really forgot about the crew, he forgot they were just a few meters from distance. You both didn't notice it but from the moment you called for him, the Hummingbird Crew had been watching your interaction, and when Vinny started kissing you it was a shock for all of them. Minu was the first one to react, Vinny wished he didn't as he heard a loud whistle, only seconds before Dom and June joined him. Cheering you guys up like crazy.

Vinny was so worried his stupid friends were going to fuck up he didn't think he would do it instead. Vinny pulls out from the kiss, red as a tomato, just wanting the world to swallow him whole. He rests his forehead on your right shoulder, trying to hide his face on your chest.

"Fuck..." "I'm sorry." He says.

"Hm? What? Sorry for what?" You ask confused. "And what are those guys cheering for?" You don't understand Vinny's embarrassment, much less his strange behavior.

"They're… You know, my friends." He replies with a sigh. And then it hits you. Vinny's friends, the ones he always complains about. Those friends. You smile thinking about it.

"Is okay, I don't mind." You say between laughs.

"Fuck, really?" He asks, looking at you from his position - still resting his head on your chest. You just nod your head in reply. Surely it was kind of weird but you weren’t angry or anything.

“Are we going to go over there or…?” You ask.

Vinny does his best to recover himself and takes his head off your chest, he raises his posture a bit and closes his eyes for a moment, and you just let him, he's doing his best trying to deal with all of this embarrassment.

“Ah, fuck, okay. Let’s just get this over with.” Vinny grabs your hand and pushes you a little to walk over where his crew – who were still staring at your direction – is.

As you come stop in front of them, you raise your hand shyly, greeting them “Hi.” A tall guy with long hair is the first to greet you back. “Hi there, so you’re really Vinny’s partner?” He asks cheerfully, walking closer. He lends down to your height. “He didn’t pay you to pretend or something, right?”

What?

“Hey, band-aid, drop it!” A girl with short brown hair scolds him, and then punches him on the arm. His posture breaks and he goes to hold his arm in pain. You try not to laugh.

Ouch, you think, that looks like it hurt.

A guy clears his throat. “Alright, alright, get out of the way, Dom.” The guy says, shoving this Dom guy to his side. “Hey, i’m Minu.” He offers his hand, and you politely accept, shaking it slightly. “Nice to meet you.” Minu moves his gaze to look at Vinny besides you, giving him a malicious smile. "So you're really dating, huh." He walks closer to Vinny. "Who would have thought you'd find someone capable of handling your temper." He jokes, poking his chest. "That's no joke. I'm actually impressed you-"

"Alright, I got the message. You can shut up now." Vinny cuts him off dryly, proceeding to take Minu's hand off of him.

Minu laughs, "I'm just kidding. It's good to see you happy, man." He smiles.

Vinny was slightly taken back by what Minu said, but you think nobody else noticed it. It was just a little movement but you caught it. He doesn't listen to these types of things often. And you know he appreciates it, you can see it in his eyes as it widens a little. That makes you smile. Vinny deserves good people in his life, and for what you're seeing they are these kind of people.

"Anyways, should i introduce you to everyone?" Minu asks you.

"Hm, yeah, sure."

"Okay, so this guy with the long hair is Dom." He turns to point at the said guy, who waves at you. You give him a smile in return. "The girl beside him is Yana, my sister." He follows. "Then there's June."

"Hi." June says.

"Jay, the guy sitting." Minu continues. Jay looks at you raising his hand. You nod awkwardly. "And finally, Shelly."

"Nice to meet you." She walks towards you with a kind smile, and grabs your hand to shake it.

"Okay, now that everyone knows everyone, we're going." Your boyfriend declares.

"Wait, now? But they just arrived." Interferes Shelly.

"Yeah, and we're having some food later. You don't wanna stay?" Minu adds.

"...I had a long day." Vinny sighs deeply.

"You okay?" You question him. You didn't know he was so tired.

"Yeah, I'm just…" He tries to explain but cuts himself in the middle of it. He clearly is tired, just doesn't want to look that way in front of them, you figured. So you just nod, understanding.

"We can always go out some other time." You remind Vinny's friends.

"Well, that's true. Make sure to bring them with you next time." Shelly points out to Vinny.

"Sure. Anything else?" He replies sarcastically. Vinny turns to look at you, secretly asking if you're ready to go. You reply with a simple yes and he goes to grab his bike from where it is.

"See you next time!" Dom says. And you say your goodbye back.

You and Vinny start to walk away from them, starting your journey home. "There's food done at home. You want me to heat it up for you?"

"Fuck, please." He pleads, dropping his shoulders in a tired manner. "I didn't eat at work today."

"Hmph, is the poor baby hungry?" You say it in a baby tone, patting his hair in the middle of your sentence.

He raises an elbow at you. "I'm joking." You explain with a smile.

"I know, is just that…" He tries to say. But then he shakes his head negatively, stopping his sentence. "... Is just that what?" You question him. You both stop at the side of the street, waiting for the sign to change and cross it.

"Is stupid, forget it."

"No, say it."

"... It just feels nice, you patting my head. Told you, is stupid." Vinny answers, with his head turned to the other side, avoiding your eyes so you can't see the little blushing on his face.

"It's not. I'll pat your head at home, what do you say, huh?" You offer. "Seems good?"

As he heard you said that he felt warm on his stomach, and it made him feel a little embarrassed to show you the effect you do have on him. So he waited, looking for the courage to tell you the truth... "Yeah, it does." Vinny finally says. Your left hand grabs his chin to lay a kiss on his cheek. "M'kay, then that's what we're gonna do."

Vinny interlaces his fingers with yours without thinking, your hand fit on his like it was meant to be - like a soulmate.

He thinks back to what Minu said.

Who would have thought you'd find someone capable of handling your temper?

Who would have thought?, he repeats in his mind. Not him, for sure. But he'll be damned if he's not glad it happened. He's glad you have the power to calm all of his nerves with just your voice, he's glad you're by his side every morning and night, he's glad you make him feel loved and seem...

And, fuck... He's so glad you're his.

(i got this idea and couldn't help but write it, took me ages to finish tho 🥹. it got out of hand real fast too 😭. Sorry if any part is hard to understand, my mind is kinda broken at the moment.)

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the villain in your story | part fifty

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"what's up?", jaemin's voice reached your ears as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

"oh nothing.", you lied, quickly putting your phone away.

after tweeting that picture of jaemin, you scrolled through your feed to catch up with whatever you missed and saw jiwoo's and lia's tweet about dresses and a wedding. you started wondering if it was the same one as the one you were attending. it wouldn't be that far fetched since they were also friends with your ex back in high school and if he invited you, he probably invited them as well. if you weren't sure about going at first, you were even less now. all your problems would be reunited in one place.

"you're doing it again.", jaemin said, snapping you out of your thoughts. you turned around to look at him, face full of confusion, "you're pushing me away."

jaemin let go of you to walk to your couch, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly slumping.

"i'm sorry.", you sincerely apologized.

"you don't have to. i don't want you to feel pressured to talk to me about things you're not comfortable talking to me about. but i hope that you, at least, talk about it to someone. whether it be jimin, minjeong...or even hyuck.", jaemin tried not to sound too defeated but you caught on the insecurity in his voice, especially when he said donghyuck's name.

"it's not you, really.", you settled on the other end of the couch with a sigh, "i don't talk about my problems unless someone really pushes me to do so. i usually bake until i forget about them."

jaemin frowned at your statement, he wondered how many hardship you've kept to yourself during your life so far and especially recently since you've baked non stop.

"but i've gotten better. back in highschool, i sometimes went to jiwoo and lia when i needed comfort, without really telling them that i needed it or that anything was wrong. now, i can sometimes manage to talk to jimin, minjeong and hyuck if i feel the need to but this... this is just too much. i can barely process anything myself, so talking about it..."

"hey, it's okay. take your time.", jaemin's soft gaze never left you as he reached out to take your hand.

"it's just that the whole thing with jiwoo was already hard to handle. i felt like i was betraying her but at the same time, i was mad at how she handled things. then, my ex showed up out of no where? inviting me to his wedding as if he didn't tell me a few years earlier that he'd never want to get married, but turns out he just didn't want to get married to me, i guess. i don't even know why i feel like this, it's not like i'm still hung up on him. i'm not sad, nor jealous about the fact that he's getting married. i don't want to marry him. but there's this feeling as if something was heavily sitting on my chest, and i can't breath and it just spread all over my body. and added to all of that, lia, who just came back from visiting her family abroad, texted me to defend jiwoo as if her life depended on it, making me feel even worse. it was just the last straw, i completely broke down. i still feel bad about taeyong, johnny and you witnessing it, though."

"we were more worried about you than anything else."

"and i'm sorry, to you, because you deserve so much better than all of this.", you said, waving your arms around.

"hey, now, don't start saying ridiculous things.", jaemin said, putting his hands on your shoulders and looking at you in the eyes to make sure you heard him.

"no but, it's the truth. you've done so much for me and given so much while i've barely given you anything in return. i keep pushing you and everyone away when things get too much. the worst is that i'm aware of it, but i keep doing it anyway..."

"y/n, i don't expect anything in return. i know it takes longer for some people to open up than others. i'm part of the people that can open up pretty easily when i'm comfortable with someone but i know everyone is not like that. i'm willing to wait as long as you'll still want me to. sure, i'm kind of sad when i feel like you're pushing me away, but i get it. and what you're doing right now is already a lot. don't worry."

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug you needed, "thank you.", you tightened your arms around him, half your body laying on the couch as you just launched at him for the hug, not really moving your butt from where it was on the couch.

jaemin just smiled and chuckled at your position before putting his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him, then adjusting his position so you could both be laying on your pretty small couch - at least for two people. he wrapped one arm around your waist as his other hand was gently playing with your hair. your arms went from around his neck to around his torso as your ear pressed against his chest. jaemin's heart was beating really fast - as it always does in your presence - but he wasn't afraid of you hearing it. in fact, he hoped you could so you'd know how you made him feel.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: i wonder how i managed to write such a green flag!jaemin wtf

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