#even though i promise y'all i want him very badly
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all in the name of love
guess who's back !! i invite y'all to watch your favourite fanfic author project her own insecurity regarding intimacy/relationships onto this random hot topic employee. i put vincent through the ringer in this one, apologies in advance. bold is asl, as always. divider images by @/suckgirl. check out sol's art that heavily inspired vincent's smoking habit 🚬😈. domestic sinclair content for the most part but WARNING for some mild spicy implications because i am giving bo too much credit for his hoeing around.
When they are 9 years-old, Bo comes home from school one day and tells Vincent all about his day.
His class has been reading Charlotte's Web, and Bo doesn't like Zuckerman because he was going to eat the pig. He had meatloaf for lunch, and sat next to Scotty Jones, which was good because Scotty is the coolest kid in their grade. In geography they're still going over the State Capitals, which is really boring because Bo already knows all of the State Capitals. At recess he got married to Missy Landry.
At recess, Bo got married to Missy Landry.
Vincent nods and listens when Bo tells him how pretty Missy is. She has brown hair and brown eyes and is the best at jump rope and sits two seats in front of Bo in class. She's friends with Tanya Freeman who is the prettiest girl in their grade and who got married to Scotty at recess last Tuesday.
Vincent doesn't go to school with Bo, he stays at home and Mama teaches him all of his lessons. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic. Lester doesn't do any lessons yet because he's barely more than a baby. Or at least that's how Vince still sees him.
Vincent has read Charlotte's Web and has PB&Js for lunch and knows all of the State Capitals by heart.
Vincent doesn't have anyone to marry out on the schoolyard.
When they are 12 years old, Bo comes home from school with a handful of Valentines.
The two of them sit on Bo's bed and, as Vincent looks over each card, covered in glitter and pink gel pen love hearts, Bo tells him about the girls that sent them. The girls who giggled as they dropped their tokens of affection onto his desk as they passed by, and the ones that blushed.
Lisa and Tara and Christine and Becky.
Vincent traces each heart, each xoxo, with care. He puts the cards aside and tries to brush the glitter from his hands. It sticks in the creases of his palms and glints from the fabric of his baggy blue jeans.
He thinks, absently, about Joshua Mayer who lives down the hill from them. He has red hair that is almost as red as the hearts on Bo's Valentines.
Bo is still talking. He says he didn't send any Valentine's, because he doesn't care about soppy, girly things like that.
When they are 14, Bo gets himself a date to their first high school dance.
This is the first year that the twins have gone to school together. Mama said it would be better for Vincent to be around kids his own age for a while, and that she just didn't have the time to teach him what he needed at home anymore.
The lucky girl is Missy Landry. Vincent remembers her. Bo married her at recess when they were 9. It seems like their marriage is going well, and to think Vincent had expected they'd be divorced by now.
Vincent had though Bo didn't care about the dance. But he watches anyway as Bo walks up to Missy after Algebra and says, "Wanna go to the dance with me?"
That's it. Seven words that make up a question that Bo already knows the answer to. That everyone already knows the answer to.
Missy says yes and Bo grins. They briefly discuss their plans, before Missy's friend is tugging her elbow because the bell is about to go for next period.
The twins turn to make their way to their own classes.
"Who are you gonna ask?" Bo asks.
Vincent turns with a start. "What?"
"To the dance," Bo reiterates, though he knows Vince knows exactly what he meant. "You're going to ask someone, right?
Vincent shrugs, watches as Christine Deville passes them in the opposite direction. In the first week of their English class, Christine had forgotten her copy of Catcher in the Rye and had to share Vincent's copy, under teacher's orders. Vincent felt the sweat prickle on the back of his neck as Christine asked, "Should I move over to you?" He shook his head, shuffled his desk closer to hers and held the book as steady as he could, dutifully turning the page when necessary and certainly not making eye contact with the pretty girl next to him.
He doesn't make eye contact with her now, either. She passes them by without a second glance.
When they are 17 years-old, Bo is late driving him and Vincent home from school one Friday.
Vincent waits around the truck, swinging his legs from where he is sat on the dented hood. He and Bo aren't in the same 8th period, so they always meet at Bo's truck after the final bell and drive home. Across the lot, he sees Joshua Mayer. Now he's almost as tall as Vince and plays the tuba in marching band. He's with his band friends, all packing their instruments into someone's SUV. Joshua has a loud laugh, he always has, and it makes Vincent smile behind the mask. He dutifully ducks his head down anyway.
Bo ends up being almost 20 minutes late, and the parking lot is emptying out by the time he saunters up to his twin, looking far too pleased with himself.
"I have a date with Stacy Leblanc tonight," he says, hopping into the drivers seat and switching the ignition.
Vincent follows, climbing in the passenger side door and throwing his school bag into the back seat. "Is that why you were late?"
"Time is it?" Bo asks. He doesn't wear a watch, so Vincent does.
Vince shuffles the sleeve of his hoodie up and checks the time. "3:18."
"I'm not that late," he chides, putting the truck into gear and driving out of the lot. "Had plans to make, didn't I? M'pickin' her up at 6."
They drive in silence for a while, until they get to the long stretch of road that leads back to Ambrose. It's secluded, with tall, windswept trees on either side and a dwindling trickle of traffic.
Bo glances over at Vincent, feeling a heaviness in the air that always comes when it isn't a good time for Vince to speak but he has something to say anyway. Humming lowly with interest, Bo sits back in his seat.
Vince leans forward, twisting in his seat to better face his brother. "I thought you said Stacy Leblanc was a slut?"
He did say that, last week actually. "Yeah well, she should know what she's doing then, shouldn't she?" He grins, raising his brows almost comically.
Vincent shrugs noncommittedly. "If you say so."
Bo smirks, pushing playfully at Vincent's chest. He leans back against the passenger door to get out of Bo's reach. "What, you jealous? I could put in a good word for you, if you want? Then maybe you'll finally get some."
When they are 21, Vincent drops out of college and Bo has to come and pick him up.
They don't talk for a long while. They pack Vince's things up into boxes and stack them in the back of Bo's truck. Each box is labelled. Clothes. Bedding. Books. Supplies: Paints. Supplies: Tools. Supplies: Sketching.
He stops by at a few of his friends dorms to say goodbye. He doesn't tell them he's not coming back in the fall. Just as he's leaving the dorm block, he runs into another friend. A girl from his Art History class. They'd been to parties together, sipping wine in the corner, sometimes his free hand would brush hers, but they never talked about that. He says one more goodbye and then turns to leave
He finds the truck parked across the street. Bo is sat on the dented hood, smoking.
"Who's the lil' blonde?" Bo gestures discreetly over Vincent's shoulder with the cigarette packet.
Vince takes a smoke and slowly turns to look in the direction Bo is pointing. Of course he knows who Bo's talking about, but what harm is there in one last look?
She's continuing down the side walk, the same way she was going when Vincent crossed her path that final time. As she rounds the corner of the block, she casts a glance over her shoulder, gives a half-wave in Vincent's direction, and then disappears out of his life. Or he is about to disappear out of hers? Same difference.
When he turns back to his twin, Bo is holding a lighter out, the flame flickering in the faint breeze. Vincent shifts his mask off, dangling it gently from his fingers for a second, before he deposits it safely next to Bo. As Vincent leans forward to light his cigarette, he lets his hair fall just enough to cover his face.
Pulling away and taking the first testing drags, Vincent replies, "Loretta."
"She's cute," Bo nods, like he's appraising a piece of antique furniture. "She put out?"
Vincent shakes his head.
When they are 22, the guy that Bo had sworn he wasn't dating moves out of Ambrose, so he convinces Vincent to come with him to the closest bar for some of that brotherly bonding they hadn't had a lot of time for in the past few months. He most definitely is not drowning his sorrows.
Vincent doesn't go out much anymore, but he usually accompanies Bo without much fuss. At least he can drive them home, so Bo doesn't total the truck. And to think, once upon a time, Vince was worried that it'd always be him that totalled the Chevy.
They sit at the bar and Bo drinks and Vincent smokes.
A girl with brown hair and brown eyes appears beside Bo and he buys her a drink, because Bo has never been immune to a pretty girl. She bats her lashes and Bo excuses them to "get some air".
Vincent waits, watching the clock above the bar. Sometimes, he wonders if Bo brings him along to be a comparative wingman. Because, Vincent knows, any girl in their right mind would rather hook up with Bo, especially when they see that he is the ugly alternative. He ashes his cigarette into the green glass ash tray.
There's a man, with cropped black hair and broad shoulders, at at the other end of the bar. Vincent can't help but stare. Well-timed glances which make his own heart flutter. He's practiced a smile in the mirror before; no teeth, nonchalantly suggestive. Instead, he watches for the flex of muscle that suggests movement in the other man, suggests he might get caught, and dutifully averts his gaze. When the man downs the last of his beer and leaves, Vince sighs, chin resting on his hand. That could have been an almost, he thinks.
Bo comes back, without the girl, after about 20 minutes. The flush on his face is cooling down, but he's still tucking his t-shirt back into his jeans by the time he arrives back at the stool next to Vince's.
"Where's your 'friend'?"
"She has places to be."
Vincent grunts, turning away to get a new smoke from the packet between them on the bar.
Bo nudges his twin, making him look back at him. "Don't be jealous. You're too good for a girl like that, anyway."
Vincent knows that isn't exactly true. He thinks, at this point, he'd take just about anyone who would have him.
#vincent sinclair#bo sinclair#house of wax 2005#slashers#slasher fandom#ahhh i'm back on my usual bullshit#is this me going through some personal stuff and projecting it onto the twins as usual? definitely#i put vince through the ringer i'm so sorry#i want to clarify that i do in fact think vincent could have had v good game when he was at art school#but also the impact of never having a playground wedding is real af and i needed someone to feel that with me#vince is the lamb at the sacrificial alter of unwantedness#even though i promise y'all i want him very badly#and where i give vince no game; i give bo too much game#no way is bo 'bongwater' sinclair getting that many dates#but also. the contrast is important#when you have a direct comparision and you're doing 'worse' idk cant be great#idk this is all very complex and just one side of my opinions/reading of this whole situation for the twins#and don't forget friends !! this is totally me projecting so if you have a problem with vincent not getting any#take it up with god because he's the one that made *me* like this#ngl i'm really. really proud of this fic tbh 😊#i really hope yall enjoy#it feels more.. idk more like what i was trying to get back too#also if you saw the version i posted on ao3 before re-editing.. no you didnt#ahhh also also !!#the smpking inspiration for vince absolutely comes from solivagant-muse !!#sol's college twins sketches were so gorgeous and havent left mu mind since#this city's cold and empty
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pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 763
summary: jungkook is leaving for qatar but he wanted something before he leaves.
a/n: I think y'all know already.. also, hiiiiiiiii this is my pre-comeback? (It isn't the official) but I've been wanting to upload something while I'm fixing some stuff. I MISS YOU. like you don't have idea and I miss being here and I hate saying things and then disappearing but ughghgh I promise I'll fix that bc I want it too. - but anyways, I don't want to make this longer and this is something I quickly wrote so if there's any typos (sorryyy) bc this is also unedited. with nothing more to say, ENJOY! and I hope you like it <3.
"gonna miss me?"
"fuck. m'gonna miss you."
"how bad?"
Jungkook was going to Qatar. Job stuff. legendary things are coming for him and you couldn't be more proud but right now.. he was fucking you goodbye. - he wasn't leaving for months but his schedule has been low-key tight, he's been rehearsing so much, perfectioning his acting, singing and presence so much. he's been working really hard.
it's not that you two don't have time because you literally fucked 4 days ago, but jungkook said he wasn't leaving for many days without having to feel you one more time. something about him feeling your touch fresh into his skin and memory while he's away. facetiming exist, but you both know is not the same.
so that's why he's now man-handling your hips on his dick while he teases you with questions even though he sounds very out of breath but god, isn't him so stupidly hot right now.
..and always.
"mmhg so badly." you sound out of breath too.
his dick is so thick, so rich. there's a small but very notorious transparent fluid decorating his dick of proof of just how good he's making you feel and by the way his eyes gazes at you right now.. even his slight rosy cheeks..
sigh. was he really a sight.
"wish you could come with me." he deeply moans against your neck very close to your ear when you rest your head on his left shoulder. hips moving on its own but he squeezes your ass to stop. "mmhg come here baby."
and he man-handles you once again. ass up, back slightly arched when he places you back to the sofa and his dick enters you again.
"mhg" moaning, you lean your head down when he closes both your legs to feel more pleasure and he's fucking you so slow now, all you can hear is him, breathing - along side the sound of liquids moving on all places.
"god. gonna miss this pussy." whispering a little in between teeth. "can't believe this is all because of me." he hardly bites his lips.
for some reason.. hearing him say that, made you more turned on. he noticed though - you squeezed your walls a little.
it made him smirk.
one hand caresses your ass-cheek when he slaps it and you don't know how to stop getting wet for this.
"fucking greedy for me, hm?"
you start pushing your hips back, currently biting your lips. he always gives it to you good. "always".
"Is that so?"
"eungg"
and for a moment he just places both his hands behind his waist to watch your ass move back at him, vagina swallowing whole. "so fucking hot." and he just smiles looking at it as if he was proud of you for taking him so well.
"my pretty girl." softly smiling, you don't know but there's a tiny but notable cockiness in him. - he grabs your waist. "isn't it time for me to fuck you right?"
with that being said, he goes for your previous position. on top of him, he stabilizes your hips just so you can't move when he thrust rapidly into you.
"fuck!" pushing your body at his side, your boobs are bouncing so much as you try to keep your body still with your hands resting beside his face. holding the sofa instead.
"yeah baby. so good, hm?" he's gone.
and so it happens for the rest of the night. It's wild.
but so good.
"have a nice flight babe, I'll be watching you from afar like always."
"but that's only when I'm away though." he hugs you. "you know I rather keeping you close." kissing your cheek at the front door of his/your apartment.
smiling, "you know me too." kissing his lips. "you looks very pretty today."
"so are you," he spins you around like a princess. "look at you!"
lightly punching his shoulder, "stop," you giggle in between. "now.. come on. you'll be late."
"won't you come with me?"
you stare confusely at him.
he corrects himself. "I mean, on the car.." he rambles, "my departure. me, leaving. me-"
"yeah, yeah, I understand." you laugh, making him too. "If you're good with that-"
"you know I am." he 'obviously' says.
You smile. "let's go then. It'll be one more time kiss."
"one of the many though. It could lead to more but, you know." he jokes.
"yeah, whatever" you playfully roll your eyes when you finally step outside.
he extends his hand for your to grab when he follows. finally closing the door, "let's go."
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JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩
I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].
>Nancy's voicelines<
Notes:
• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.
• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!
• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."
Thanks!
VOICELINES
Encounter Start
Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!
This is gonna end... Very badly for you.
Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...
Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!
Exit interaction
Nobody leaves until I say so!
Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!
Got it.
Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.
Feed Grandpa
Get your fill, old man.
It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?
Here you go, old man.
You're lookin' better already... Now help us!
Oh, you're thirsty today.
Victim found
HA HA! It's playtime!
Heh heh, it's playtime...
Hahahaha, I always find 'em!
You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.
Hey there! [Laughs]
Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]
Hit victim
Oh! Now I got ya!
Yeah! Take it! Take it!
It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!
This would be simpler if you would sit still!
Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.
Idle
Nobody escapes me.
How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.
If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.
Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!
I gotta fix this... Now!
Cook seen
I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.
I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!
Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!
Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.
Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.
Hitchhiker seen
Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!
You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]
How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?
Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!
Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!
Leatherface seen
That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.
Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?
If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!
Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.
Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.
Sissy seen
Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?
If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?
Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!
Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!
Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!
Lose enemy first
Aww, you leavin' so soon?
It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]
You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?
You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.
Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.
Lose enemy sub
[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!
I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!
You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!
L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!
The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!
Lose enemy long
Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!
They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]
You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.
You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?
Come on out now, let's play.
I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.
Match start
It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.
I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.
That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.
See blood trail
Oh, this is gonna be easy.
Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!
Now... let's see where you scurried off to.
You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!
Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!
See enemy first
Don't worry. I like it when they run.
Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.
Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.
There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.
See enemy sub
This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.
Don't worry... I'll find ya.
[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!
Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.
Come on back, now.
Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]
See family member
Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!
Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?
Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!
Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!
Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!
See trapped victim
We gotcha! [Laughs]
You ready to meet the bad man?
You got one!
Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.
[Laughs]
See victim escape
Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.
Damn... They're free... For now.
This isn't gonna be good.
Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.
Use ability blocked
Ain't no tracks here...
Nah... got nothin'.
Better wait a minute.
Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.
Use ability
Time to play. Now... Where did you go?
I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.
Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.
Where'd y'all run off to?
Use ability success
[Hums] ... There you are.
They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.
I'm on your tail now!
Execution
You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!
That's it... Die for me!
This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!
You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!
You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!
[Last edited March 2024]
#It's about making things accessible okay? Everyone benefits from having things available to them in more than one format/medium.#johnny slaughter#tcm game#txchainsawgame#texas chainsaw massacre#tcm#johnny sawyer#transcript#subjectspeaks#greedy#queue#I also wrote out Sissy and Nancys but thats for another time
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The Edge of the Knife
Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Sometimes, pain is the only sense of control she has. So, she gives that to Daniel too.
Warnings: SH is mentioned but not described, fingering, bandage, knife play, branding, dom/sub dynamics, gentle Daniel, PinV, everything is consensual and very safe
Notes: Listen, y'all, this is probably the best thing I've ever written. I fell in love with this so fast. Also, I promise I'm working on requests! I just also have to find time to write things for me as well 😁
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She wouldn't say Daniel is possessive. He doesn't care if she talks to other guys. Hardly gets jealous. Only intervenes if he can see she's uncomfortable.
He does, however, like to show her off. Show people she's his in the more unconventional ways. Hickeys and bite marks are the way he normally claims her. It wards off the unwanted attention and he gets to be smug about showing people she's his.
She loves it. Bathes in his adoration and want of people knowing she's his. He's always telling people how amazing she is to the point where Max even gets fed up with him because he's so smitten.
She is really his everything. Would give her the moon and stars ig she asked. He wants to show everyone she's his in every way.
The problem is, hickeys and bite marks aren't permanent and a tattoo is nice (he has many) but it's not as personal. It doesn't feel the same.
Now, on her end, she feels the same way. But she'd never say this to him. The fear of rejection outweighs the desire for him to make her his in a permanent way.
Her past isn't an easy one. It's not something she talks about often. It's heavy and she doesn't like thinking to much on it if she can help it.
The edge of the knife has been her attempt at regaining control. A pain she chooses in a life that hasn't ever given her a choice. It's not a good habit and she's aware of it. Daniel has done a good job of keeping her mind occupied enough. Even helping her find other healthy habits.
Yet her mind still wanders back to that place. That desire to choose where and when she feels pain. That desire to retain control over at least that one thing.
It's on a particularly hard day when she finally goes to Daniel. She'd been stressed beyond what she could handle. The weight of the world sitting uninvited on her chest.
He'd noticed this; Daniel is an observant person.
Her mind had wandered to distant and dark places. The depths she shouldn't wander to. She walks gently over to Daniel where he sits absentmindedly flipping the switchblade in his hands. Most likely double checking he still had it and it hasn't fallen into her bored hands.
When Daniel takes notice of her just standing in wait, he puts the knife away safely in his pocket and opens his arms to her.
The tears flow freely then, soaking into his shirt like it's a towel. His fingers run along her spine, shoulder, arm, and her legs. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Life's just hard right now." She admits through choked sobs.
Daniel hums into her neck. "Do you want something specific to help?"
She hesitates. This could be to her detriment. But she wants the knife on her skin so badly she's willing to beg for it. So, she takes a deep breath and prepares herself for whatever happens.
"I want you to mark me. Permanently." She cringes away from him. Though it's pointless, Daniel simply drags her gaze back to him with a hand layed gently on her cheek.
"I want you to be very specific. Do you want me to brand you with the knife?" He sounds serious, but there is a look of excitement in his eyes that betray his calm demeanor.
She shakes her head yes, assuming that will suffice.
"Words baby." She assumed wrong.
"I want you to carve me with your knife. I want you to mark me permanently. Want you to make me yours, Danny."
They eye contact he holds with her is gentle and considerate. She can see him mulling through his thoughts. His hand moves to her left hip, his fingers tracing things against it.
"How you you feel about the number three? Make you the only lucky charm I'd ever need."
She almost falls out of his lap. "Yes please." It's something like a whine mixed with a beg. It's desperate but she could care less.
"Now, I know this might be scary, so do you want me to have complete control over you? Or shall we skip that for tonight?"
"No please, I need you to take the control away. If you do it then I can't anymore. It'll be like ruining something intimate after."
"Then give me a few minutes. I want you waiting on the bed when I come back."
It doesn't take long to strip of her clothes as asked. Her mind wanders to what he could need that not in there bedroom already. She runs through a mental list in her head, but her thoughts are cut short by Daniel sneaking back into the room softly.
"Fuck love, you're sitting so pretty for me. My beautiful girl."
He's beaming at her. She can feel the blush on her face rise to her ears. Mostly because of the compliments, but also because of what he returned to her with. Daniel places some darker colored towels, water, and first aid supplies on the nightstand. It makes her swoon. Seeing him care so much and so willing to do this for her.
"I'm gonna tie you up now, okay baby?"
"Okay."
"Color?"
"Green."
Always attentive. Always checking in with her.
He takes his time securing her wrists to the headboard. There is no escape now. Daniel reassures her many times that she can back out. There is no shame in that. Then he kisses every inch of her body. Praises her for being so brave. "My beautiful girl, being so brave for me, letting me show the world your mine."
She's no longer in the darkest portions of her mind. She's given up to the voice of Daniel. Submitted her mind and body to him, letting him take car of her how he deems fit.
Her legs are not secured. She assumes that it's something to do either future plans. For now, he spreads her legs and places wet kisses and small bites around the space she needs him most.
She cries in relief when his tongue flicks her clit woth kitten licks. Her moans grow as he laps at her like a man who's starving. She repeats his name like she's praying to give her the release she desperately craves.
Its messy, but it's amazing. Daniel's hands place pressure on both her knees to keep them down. The tremors shaking through her body make her legs want to cage him there.
The rapidly building release stops suddenly. She bucks her hips I'm utter disappointment. She wants more of him. She needs more of him.
"You're doing so good for me baby. You'll get to cum, Just not yet." He winks. It makes her fall into that fuzzy, floaty headspace even more.
Daniel maneuvers their bodies into an odd position. Her left side is facing the ceiling but he has her looking at him. Her left leg is bent so he can still have access to her aching a needy heat.
His fingers are slow to fill her. Two, but with his rings on it feels like more to her.
"Are you sure you want this love? You're sure you want to show off that you're my girl?"
"Please Danny. I want this. I need this. Let the world know I'm only yours." She moans out. It's mildly slurred but she knows he understands. There is a glint in his eyes that it excited. His pupils are wide with arousal. His lips twitch up in that award winning smile she loves so much. It doesn't help she can feel how hard he is through his shorts.
Daniel loses his shirt, but his shorts stay on for the moment. Then he curls his fingers back into her, capturing her lips as he does. It's a sloppy and wet kiss that he spends dominating her lips. It's filled with love and passion, which is normal for them, but this one feels different. There is something primal about it.
His fingers do a number on her. He knows her body so well that his fingers work on autopilot. Daniel pulls away from the kiss and pulls out the switchblade in his pocket. He holds eye contact while gently tracing the outline of the three he plans on carving into her skin.
The cold of the metal against her skin pulls another breathy moan out of her. "You like how the feels baby? You like knowing I'm gonna make you mine?" If she could moan any louder it would alert the whole of Monaco.
"Danny I'm-"
"Shhhh, it's okay baby, let me take care of you."
It's startling, being three seconds away from the plunging her body and soul into endless pleasure and having the knife press deep into her flesh.
Three seconds becomes zero and the cliff falls out from beneath her. She scream his name as his fingers work her endlessly into overstimulation and the knife continues its path.
She can't hear. She can't see. Her mind is overrun with emotion. Her muscles contract as her nerves catch fire.
She can vaguely hear the man she loves talking her through it. The contrast between the filthy but loving words he uses only sends her further into submission.
Finally, his fingers slow and the knife is no longer touching her. She can hear in click closed an set on the nightstand.
She's just crying at this point in a writhing mess of pain and pleasure.
Then Daniel does something she's not expecting. His tongue hits the area of her hip that's now leaking crimson. It's animalistic the way he licks the wound clean. It's aggressive the way his fingers leave her just for his hand to find the wound and make her cry out ad he applies pressure. It's primal how his red coated lips find hers. His free hand wipes away her tears as he sings her praises. Her mind can only find him in the fog as he claims her as his over, and over again.
She watches with intrigue as the rest of his clothes fall to the ground. As his hands are wiped off on one of the towels that he then places under her. The goal to catch the excess blood running down her side.
Is a mix of gentle and possessive as he fucks her into the sheets. Her body and the mattress becoming one.
It's loving and beautiful. It sparks every positive emotion in her. The sting in her hip numbed from the feeling of Daniel flush against her skin. His hips rocking rhythmically and hitting every place she needs him.
She's lost by the time he finishes. His voice the only thing making sense in her head. She almost cries when she can no longer feel his skin of hers. The feeling of him gone more painful then the ache on her side.
"I'm here baby. We have to clean you up now, okay? Gotta keep my mark from getting infected."
He's gentle with her body as he cleans it. Though, she still hisses in pain as he works through disinfecting everything and plastering medical tape over it.
"You're so beautiful baby. Can't believe you're all mine. My everything. The love of my life. And now the only lucky charm I'll ever need."
The next morning is filled with sweet kisses and gentle looks. Daniel has to stop her from just ripping the bandage off and staring at the mark for hours. He simply keeps her hands busy in other ways.
When Daniel deems it safe to pull the bandage off, he's the one to do it. Nothing but lobe and adoration fills both of them as they see the, currently stabbed, mark on her hip. He places small kisses down the length of it.
In reality, the mark is only visible to them. But Max had invited them to swim and Daniel wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.
Did he get her a bikini that revealed more then neccecary? Yes. Is she wearing it and basking in his attention? Also yes. Something about the way he hypes her up just drives her confidence levels up.
Is everyone a little concerned when they see a very obvious scar of the number three on her hip? Again, yes. That concern quickly dies down when they see how happy she is when Daniel traces his fingers over it.
Max comes and asks teases them about it eventually. "I didn't know you were into that kind of thing!" He laughs.
Daniel looks between him and a certain Monegasque. "Mhmm, like you would do the same with your whole name to a certain someone." Her and Daniel laugh as Max turns a bright shade of red.
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Love forever? | Pt.1
Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: Hospital, angst, fluff
Words: 1.2K
Summary: Natasha forgets that you are her wife after she suffered a head injury.
AN: Hi, I'm back 😁 I plan this to be a series but only if y'all want it too? And if I do it pls tell me if you want to be added to the tag list.
Part 2
You always knew this day would come. The day Natasha got hurt so badly that it would shatter your world. She was alive but you were the one who was barely breathing. The scene where Steve knocked on your door, all bloody and beaten up was constantly playing in your head. You knew right that second that nothing he'd be saying was going to be something good. "Natasha is alive." Those were his first words to you. You were glad he started that way since you honestly didn't know what you had done to him if he started any other way. Though his next words were all blurry to you. The words hospital, explosion, blood and head injury stood out for you and started to worry immediately. When he said "Natasha is alive" he actually meant she is alive for now. A head injury could go wrong fast, you knew that first hand since your twin sister died of an head injury after doctors said she'd be fine. You didn't know if you should go to the hospital to be with her or stay away since this all os very triggering for you. It didn't help that you and your wide had a nasty fight the last time you saw her. Would she even want me to be at her hospital bed? I hurt her pretty badly with my words and I do know that I regret saying them but her actions and words also hurt me.
In the end you decided to go to the hospital and be with her. You were an awful wife in her eyes anyways so not going would only proof her right even more. If only the past couple of months didn't happen then you both would still be in the bliss of an 'innocent' honeymoon phase. It wasn't until two days after staying with her and sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, that she woke up determined. "Y/N," she tried to speak with the tube in her throat. You pushed the button for a nurse to while you tried to calm her down. After them removing all the tubes out of Natasha and drinking some water, she was on her feet looking frantic. "Yelena." She muttered over and over again. "I need to find Yelena. Y/N, will you help me find my sister?"
Your heart broke at her words, realizing that her memories were gone. She thought she was back to the time when the Avengers undid Thanos' snap. Back then, which was only almost four years ago, Natasha also got hurt pretty badly, she was treated in a hospital too but you were very close friends there.
"Yes of course I will but Nat, listen to me carefully before you go off running alright?" She sat back down on her bed, looking at you intensely wishing you'd hurry up with what you wanted to tell her. "I'm going to get your doctor to inform him about what we want to do so he can discharge you properly. Then we have to talk where you last saw Yelena before we rush out into the chaos that's currently happening outside, alright?"
Natasha had the urge to ignore your advice and sneak out of here to find Yelena fast but she had a huge crush on you and somehow that made do the right thing by listening to you.
After going out her room and talking to the doctor about her memory loss you called her sister. She came as fast as she could, probably driving like a madwoman through the city. You both decided it was the best for her to stay outside just yet so you could explain Natasha what had happen in peace. "Y/N not to rush you or anything but I really need to go and find Yelena now."
You nodded your head. "I understand and I will help you, I promise. There is something important I have to tell you first though."
"More important than finding my sister?" Your wife started to get upset with you. The serious look you gave her was enough to give in. "Ba-.. Natasha is the last thing you remember how you got injured during the big battle against Thanos?"
"How is this relevant? Wait we won right? Or did I just dream about that?" The color drained from her face, she looked at you like a ghost that was horrified. "Yes we won.. the thing is that happened nearly four years ago."
Natasha wanted to laugh in your face, laugh at the bullshit you were saying, there was no way that happened four years ago. She grabbed all of the wires and iv's attached to her and ripped them all out, you rushed to her knowing she wants to escape from here. "I need to find Yelena." Was all she said but you didn't let her, it made her angry that you hold her back. After telling you once again she needed to find Yelena, you literally had to hold her.
Yelena decided to come in as soon as she heard noises along with shouting. The sight of you on the ground looking shocked and scared made her heart ache. She knew that it was Natasha's doing, Nat probably did one of her signature moves on you and Yelena knew that some of those moves hurt a lot when you come in contact with the ground. "Natalia, what the hell?!" Yelena came rushing to you, helping you get up but before she could ask you if you're alright you ran away. Nobody could blame you though. You basically just lost your wife and then she hurt you physically for the very first time.
Yelena visited you at your and Natasha's house in the evening. She told you about how Natasha stayed with her until she would remember more. One thing Yelena had yet to tell you was your wife wanted a divorce. Nat saw pictures of you three together at Yelena's apartment. Once iconic photo in particular was how she figured out you two were married. It was the photo of Yelena making a gagging face when you two had your first kiss at your wedding, it was clear to see you two standing the background. The blonde widow counted you as her sister in law, she loved you being her sister and additionally good friend.
It all came back biting her ass a couple of days later when Natasha demanded the signed divorce from you. You were broken at the news of your wife wanting a divorce and your sister in law hiding that information from you. You felt betrayed by both. Yelena broke out in tears the second she saw the devastated on your face. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. You're my sister and I didn't want to be hurt even more. I honestly thought Natasha would change her mind about it."
"Yel oh god what am I supposed to do now?" You broke down in her arms, needing the closeness and comfort from her. The fact that you didn't seem upset with Yelena was a huge relief to her, she was afraid of losing you. "I don't know Y/N.... one thing I do know for sure is that you won't lose me okay? This is real, this sister bond is real to me and I love you too much to let you go."
You cried in her arms to the point you physically couldn't cry anymore. There was a silent agreement or swearing that you were never gonna loose Yelena.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#black widow#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha x reader#black widow x you#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha x y/n#yelena belova#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x fem!reader#Love Forever
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K.
2011! Bill x shy/social anxious(?) gn! reader
A/N: Here, y'alls breakfast before school ♡
(Edit: OMG, IT'S LIKE 3 AM AND I FORGOT TO PUT TAGS 😭)
So we all know Bill talks a lot right? 💀 ok now imagine Bill ordering food for you because you're too shy to do it yourself 🥹
Okaaayy, let's say that your first dates were not so great for you. Bill did most of the talking, and you just nodded and rarely said anything.
Bill knows you don't like being photographed by the paparazzi, so he always tries to hide you behind him in public.
Ok now THE storyy yuppi ♡
You, Bill and the other members of Tokio Hotel were at an ice rink. You didn't really know how to skate that well, you've skated a few times in your life, but you're not a professional ice skater, so Bill had to hold you so you wouldn't fall on the ice and hit yourself. "Bill, don't even think about letting me go.."
After some time you got used enough to be able to skate by yourself, so Bill let you go.
A group of fangirls sitting outside the rink took out their cameras and started taking pictures. The flash made you fall down on the ice.
The girls continued to take pictures, even if you were on the ground and ruined their pictures. You really didn't want a stranger to have pictures of you lying on the ice. You hit your head a little.
Bill waved at the girls and that made them scream so loud that the ice almost cracked. After that he quickly went to you to help you get up.
"Y/n are you ok, Schatzi?" Bill asked you with a worried face. "I bumped my head a little..." You said in a low tone so that the girls couldn't hear anything, although I don't think they could hear anything you were saying as they were too busy screaming while Tom, Georg and Gustav were giving them autographs.
Bill quickly took you out of the rink, at the exit those girls were waiting for him to sign their autographs.
After giving them an autograph, he took you to take off your skates and bring you an ice pack.
"Are you ok now?" Bill asked you taking you into his arms. "I'm sorry" He whispered to you softly, you could see his regret for letting you go in his voice.
"It's not your fault Bill…" You said holding your ice pack to where you hit yourself.
There was a moment of silence between you two until Tom came in to take off his skates. "Are y'all OK?"
"Ja" Bill replied.
"I wanna beat up those bitches so badly!" Tom said angrily as he took off his skates. "No need Tom, it's ok"
"I'm going to call Georg and Gustav too, we're going home." Bill said getting up from the bench. "Tom, you stay with Y/N"
While Bill was gone you started to cry, Tom panicked a little, I'm not lying. "Y/N is something bothering you?" Tom asked you.
You shook your head no, even though it really was something that was bothering you. That thing was the girls have the pictures and you were afraid they would put them on social media and then everyone would laugh and make fun of you and other things...
You waited for Bill to come back with Georg and Gustav. Bill came back to stay beside you and realized you were crying. "Y/N are you sure you're ok? Did Tom do something to you?"
You shook your head no. "So then what's bothering you, Schatzi?"
You explained to Bill everything that was bothering you. The fact that the girls have pictures of you and they can put them on social media and the fact that everyone in the rink saw you fall. You felt very embarrassed.
"It's going to be ok, Y/N. I promise.." Bill said in a soothing tone. "If I think correctly, there are embarrassing photos of me too" You giggled and gave him a kiss.
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x reader#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz fluff#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x you
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@hogwartslegacystuff : I'm sorry if I'm a bother, but for Donna's child AU, the Reader nearly gets killed by one of their uncle Karl's lycans that out of the blue went rogue, simply because the Reader accidently got in the lycans bloody path. I don't know how they escape with their own life, because by some miracle the lycan heard something from the distance and went after it, leaving the Reader injured badly but alive. They didn't know how they were gonna slip this one past their mom because she would be absolutely worried and the Reader was right. But after their full recovery, Donna is now being extremely overprotective than she already was, trying to avoid them from leaving the house without her. The Reader eventually had a thought about wanting to get the Cadou, so this didn't happen again and because of other reasons. Donna might protest to it and have a panic attack trying to explain the repercussions that could happen, but the Reader is like, "Mama I don't got a choice anymore, I could have died.. or better yet, I will eventually get physically older than you and I don't think either of us want that to happen. Someone has to protect us both, might as well let that be me. I'm going to talk to Miranda about the implant first chance I get, I promise you I'm going to be okay..." While comforting their mom. The Reader convinces Miranda to go ahead with the procedure.. Maybe repercussions did happen, which scared both Miranda and Donna to death, but luckily the reader made it out like a champ and survived the whole ordeal.(I'll leave what abilities the Reader develops up to you, I couldn't think of anything on the spot... But at the same time I would understand if you don't want to do this one, it was a mess when I first thought of it.)
This is really good! Not a bother at all. I love seeing what y'all have to share! Now, I might have changed some things but the main points are highlighted. I hc that the lycans get more aggressive and wander around in colder temperatures (Like in RE8. Thought that might be a good explanation). Let’s get into it!
You had been for a run in the woods and took a minute to catch your breath and pick out the next song you wanted to listen to.
As you finally made your song selection, a decidedly unmusical sound comes from behind you. A growl.
You had a pretty good idea of what creature could have made it, too. Your mom had told you to be very careful and alert when you were in the woods. She had also said that lycans were known to roam when it got cold outside… Damn! How could you be so oblivious?! Donna even told you to start limiting your workouts as the fall transitioned to winter. You… Kind of snuck out of the house before she had gotten up today. You didn’t want to worry her.
No time to dwell on the past, though! Your fight or flight senses activated and you found yourself running faster than you ever had before.
The lycan snipped and bit at your heels, furiously trying to attack.
You tried not to look behind you and just focus on getting away, but you could hear the lycan’s panting getting closer. You turn to assess the situation, but accidentally trip on a rock. You go flying and land roughly on your side, breaking your arm. You cry out in pain and the lycan quickly starts tearing into you. It bites your throat and claws your torso. You try to push it away with your non-injured arm, but your attempts aren’t doing much good. The lycan’s sharp teeth easily pierce your skin over and over again.
Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing out, mutt?!” You hear Karl shout.
The lycan immediately stops and runs over to Karl��s side.
Karl takes a look at the lycan’s face and sees the blood on it. He moves closer to inspect the mangled body in front of him before he gasps. “Y-Y/N?” He asks, horrified to see that it is you who’s so hurt. He drops to his knees and quickly tries to put pressure on your wounds. You are in bad shape. He can see you slipping away. “Okay, stay with me, Y/N. You gotta hold on.” He says, choking back tears of guilt. This was his fault. He should have kept a better eye on his lycans.
You muster the strength to smile at Karl. He had been like a fun uncle to you and he took you under his wing. “I’ll be… Alright, old man.” You joke, slipping in and out of consciousness.
Karl loves you like his own kid… And this… Absolutely crushes him.
Eventually, Karl decides that he needs to get you home. Donna would be able to help… Or… She would at least be able to say goodbye… Karl wipes his eyes in anguish before he angrily stands to his full height and smashes his hammer right in between the offending lycan’s eyes. The attack pierces through it’s skull and the hammer completely embeds into the lycan’s brain. The creature howls in agony before it eventually succumbs to it’s injuries.
Karl quickly looks at you and scoops you into his arms. “Just hang in there, kid. I’m taking you home.” He says quietly and makes his way to Donna’s house.
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“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Donna roars and takes your limp body from Karl as he brings you in.
Karl winces in shame. He’s never seen Donna so livid. It’s unsettling. “A lycan… I tried to help Y/N, but they were already hurt. I-”
“You idiot! This is your fault!” Donna screeches through her tears as she lays you down on the couch.
Karl hangs his head. It is his fault. If you don’t pull through… He doesn’t know what he will do.
“Baby, it’s Mama. Can you hear me?” Donna says.
You cough up some blood and your eyes slowly open. You are so confused. “M-mama?” You say, barely lucid.
Donna sobs and gently dabs at your mouth with a cloth. She runs her hand through your hair. “Yes, Y/N. Mama’s right here, okay? Stay with me, tesoro.” She tells you.
Donna turns to Karl with a sharp look on her face. “Get Miranda.” She commands.
Karl swallows and nods before he runs out the door.
As soon as Miranda hears what happened, she teleports to Beneviento Manor with medical supplies. She absolutely adores you and she’d do anything to help. “Tell me what happened.” Miranda says and brings the supplies over.
Donna weeps as she tells Miranda about the attack.
Miranda’s eyes widen. “I’ve never seen a lycan attack so early into fall…” She says and furrows her brows as she works.
Donna is beside herself. Her baby. Her reason for living is fighting for their life. Despite all she’s been through, she’s never felt so helpless.
Miranda works efficiently and accurately, occasionally asking for Donna to hand her things. She’s got to move fast if she has any hope of saving you.
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Finally… You start to stabilize. Your vitals look better and Miranda finishes bandaging you up. “I’m going to observe them, but I think they’re going to be alright.” Miranda says and wearily sighs. That was entirely too close.
Donna cries in gratitude and hugs Miranda. “Thank you, Mother Miranda. Thank you for saving my child.” She says.
Miranda hugs Donna back. “I love Y/N, too. I would do anything to make sure they’re okay.” She tells her.
Throughout the day, Miranda monitors you and administers pain medicine.
You sleep completely through that day and all through the night.
The next morning, you wake up finally. You see Donna dozing next to you and gripping your hand in her sleep. You’re confused. What happened? “Mama?” You ask gently.
At the sound of your voice, Donna’s head whips up immediately and her eyes lock on yours. She gasps and cups your face. “Sweetheart…” She says before bursting into tears. You’re okay. You’re alive. She is so thankful and she carefully presses kisses to your cheek.
“Did something happen?” You question, not remembering anything. As you try to move, blinding pain erupts in your body. You wince in agony and groan.
Donna grits her teeth at this and swears she is able to feel physical pain when she sees you hurt. Only mothers can understand, she reasons.
Miranda walks in just then and gasps at seeing you awake. “Oh, Y/N.” She whispers and hurries to your side.
Donna and Miranda tend to you as they explain about the attack and your subsequent injuries.
You feel like an idiot. Why did you go out in the first place? There was no way for you to defend yourself. You’re a helpless human, you can’t even protect yourself…
You quickly come to a realization.
As a human… You’re completely vulnerable. But… What if you had powers like Donna or Karl? Then you could protect your Mama. You wouldn’t have to worry about losing her ever again. Plus… You weren’t getting any younger. You can’t stand the thought of continually aging until…
That’s it. Decision made.
You pipe up as Miranda changes some bandages. “Mother Miranda… I… Need the cadou. Please.” You plead with her.
Miranda’s shoot wide open in surprise. “W-what?” She asks, totally shocked.
Donna is dumbfounded as well.
“I need to be able to protect myself. And you, Mama.” You say before looking at Donna.
Before Miranda can say anything, Donna voices her opinion. “Absolutely not.” She says firmly.
You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head in confusion. “What? Why?” You ask her, completely bewildered.
Donna looks at you and you’ve never seen her have such a bleak expression. “I am not losing you again. The cadou has very serious side effects, Y/N.” She tells you.
You look to Miranda for assistance, but she refuses to meet your stare.
“But… I need to protect you. And… I’m… Getting older.” You tell her.
Donna scoffs at this. “Do you think that I’ve never considered that?” She asks lowly.
She’s never had such a bite in her tone when speaking to you before. It makes you nervous.
Miranda clears her throat which eases some tension. “Um… If I may, the chances of mutation are much lower for Y/N seeing as you had a more favorable reaction to the cadou, Donna. A parent reacting well to it almost guarantees that a biological child will as well.” She offers.
Donna snaps her head to Miranda. “Do you… Honestly believe that this is a favorable reaction?” She says harshly and points to her eye. “I am a complete FREAK now!” She roars. “This is what the cadou did to me! If you think I’m going to risk having my child go through that, then you are an utter FOOL!” Donna yells and turns to you. “The answer is no, Y/N. Don’t even dare think about asking me again!” She tells you and storms out.
You are speechless. And… Heartbroken… Your mom thinks that she’s a freak? You look at Miranda who now has silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
The priestess feels so guilty. Deep down, Donna resents Miranda for the cadou implantation… It’s hard to reconcile.
You sigh. But… You know what you need to do. Consequences be damned. “Mother Miranda?” You ask.
The blonde looks at you through her teary eyes.
“We’re doing this. There’s no other option. We have to.” You all but beg. “If something else happens… It’s going to destroy my mom.” You tell her.
Miranda sighs. She’s in a moral dilemma here. She agrees that the cadou is the only chance she has to guarantee your safety and Donna’s eventual well-being… But, going against Donna’s wishes? Could she do that? Selfishly, she wants you to get the cadou too. She wants you to be able to protect yourself and stop aging. She adores you too much to let you go (And knows Donna does too). Eventually, she relents. She hopes that she won’t regret this and Donna will forgive her. “Alright,” She nods. “I’m in, Y/N.”
Now, the hard part truly begins…
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#donna beneviento#re8#re8 village#donna beneviento x reader#donna beneviento x y/n#angie beneviento#resident evil village#resident evil imagines#resident evil 8#resident evil#mother miranda#karl heisenberg
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ZADIEEEEE PLS DONT FEEL DOWN i’ll send u more n more asks hehehehehe if fong mind my super long thought dump coming up now !!
so imo i don’t think that sunghoon doesn’t realise that two of his favourite people have feelings for each other he definitely knew from the very very beginning but he’s just in like heavy DENIAL !!! denial that the two people he loves the most (before ning hehe) would lie to him!!! and the fact is even though they’re at a relatively safer space now, he’s still in survival mode which he was severely in survival mode when he made hee make that promise !! (and maybe part of him wanted to be selfish in giving himself the ease in knowing that he would never have to choose) so i can’t wait to see them work through that trauma tgt. also he’s really gonna be pissed knowing that everyone kinda knew besides him 🤭🤭🤭
i just reread poison from the start heh n like cmon there’s no way sunghoon doesn’t know. i wanna know what y/n n hee were like before hee’s grad party because like how can the flip sudd switch n sunghoon not be like 🤨🤨🤨🤨 at it. i know it’s gonna be sooo angst when he’s mad but then he’ll probably feel so guilty for making his loves hurt so badly because of him anyway that’s just my thought rambles cos i have no one else to talk to about poison n it’s sooooo good tq u for blessing us zadie
PLS IGNORE THAT POST I WROTE IT AT SIX AM SUPER EMO 😭😭😭 i know you guys are just as even if not busier than me so please i really appreciate all the love i'm receiving already 🥺🥺🥺🩷
exactfuckingly!!!! i think he's always had a few suspicions but growing up the way he did he just meeded smth stable and the thought of having to choose if they ended up breaking things off just made him turn to denial and thats why he made heeseung promise all those years ago. that arc is gonna be a heavy one and i'm SUPER excited even if its gonna be lots of angst its gonna be all about friendships, siblings and heeyn's bond strengthening and uRGH I really hope i can make my vision become reality!
believe me when i say the whole hoon part is gonna break y'all's heart bc a lot more about him and his as well as y/n's childhood will be revealed as wwll ss why seung keeps saying "he saved my life" and thats gonna destroy yall i'm so 🤭🤭🤭🩷 thank you sm for this baby
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Stay Still
LukeJamie confession fic (Jamie Ver.)
[Also posted on AO3 and my Twitter as a thread fic]
This fic has two different outcomes and Jamie's ending won the poll, so y'all get to see this first.
Thank you to my friend @miss-evening for being my beta reader! Now let's get to boys being in love 🫡
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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks like their lives depend on it.
All over a simple wager.
"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."
It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.
It's a chance.
Jamie sweeps out Luke's legs from under him, tripping him prone, then swiftly climbs up to sit on his chest. The blonde tries to fight him off, but the drunken master pins down his wrists. It takes a little time, but eventually Luke stops resisting. He stares up at Jamie, his hair undone from all the fighting, though he hasn't taken a single swig from his gourd yet. It makes a curtain of black against the lights above, however messy it has gotten.
They both agreed to make this fair. That's why they're fighting here instead of in a random alley on the streets. No chances of passerby interrupting, no stray rubble to kick up into the other's face, no property damage to worry about.
All according to plan.
Jamie's heart is about ready to burst. He's light-headed, but in the best of ways.
"You give?" he asks, hands an iron grip on his rival.
"...Fine," Luke turns his face to the side to avoid eye-contact. But Jamie doesn't care about that right now.
Because he has won.
The Hongkonger whoops in delight and laughs. He lets go of Luke and rolls off to lay down next to him. Yes! Yes, he had won!
"Ughh, that took way too fuckin' long," Jamie groans in relief, stretching out his arms and legs. His muscles are aching and he can hear Luke's breathing from here. They're both exhausted after their fights every time, yet they just keep coming back for more.
Jamie used to be annoyed by Luke. He's always smiling, always so ready to welcome a challenge or anyone who walks through those large double doors. He shines so brightly that Jamie couldn't stand to look at him.
But over time, he grew familiar to that smile, and begins to answer back with one of his own. Their matches used to be filled with insults–not that they aren't anymore, of course–but now they are made in a playful manner. A comment here, a taunt there. Their blows have lost the usual malice and became tests of skill. Who will come out on top this time? It gives him such a rush!
Luke sits up. Tired eyes glance his way, and Jamie returns it, still beaming.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Luke runs a hand through his hair in an effort to style it back into a somewhat presentable look. He's met with a grin.
"Why the rush? You wanna serve me that badly?" he teases at the blonde, pushing himself up as well.
"Just get it over with." Luke's tone is surprisingly neutral. He's expecting Jamie to demand something ridiculous. His best guess is having him grovel at his feet or admit something humiliating.
"Alright, alright. Let me think..." he makes a show of putting a hand on his chin. Honestly, he's doing all these theatrics to buy more time for his heart to settle. His request isn't going to be easy, after all. He needs all the time he can get.
But he's made up his mind! He's going to do it tonight! Regardless of the outcome!
"I want you...to close your eyes and stay still," Jamie finally says.
"What? Are you gonna punch me or something?" Luke narrows his eyes at him.
"Oh please, I already got enough punches in for the day. Look, I promise this won't hurt at all." He's telling the truth. What he has planned is the complete opposite of bodily harm. Why won't he trust him?!
Their gazes lock for a moment. Jamie is being as sincere as he could. He keeps a smile on his face, the very same easygoing one he had since their match is over. He can only hope he will believe him and play along.
Luke sighs once more, accepting his fate, then closes his eyes.
Jamie's smile drops. His heart picks back up again. He gets on his knees and leans closer to Luke.
Fuck, he's handsome...
He takes a few seconds to stare at him. If this doesn't end well, it may as well be his last time seeing Luke's face. He wants to remember it. Every single detail.
Just do it. Like he said, get it over with.
He squeezes his eyes shut and closes his mouth over Luke's.
He senses rather than hears Luke taking a sharp inhale through his nose, but he doesn't pull away. Jamie stays there for a bit before licking at those lips because why the fuck not, right? He may as well do it since this might be the only time he gets to. Luke's lips are softer than he imagined. Hah, he wouldn't put it past the boy scout to use chapstick or something.
He doesn't do much more, and after what feels like an eternity, Jamie withdraws and opens his eyes.
To meet Luke's.
Jamie tries to think of something to say, but comes up short. Those blue eyes hold him in place. His heart might as well burst out of his chest now with how fast it's beating.
Then Luke pulls him in for another kiss and he nearly explodes.
It's not a simple one like before. Luke kisses him like his life depends on it, and Jamie gets swept along for the ride. He gasps, and a moan comes out of him as Luke's tongue delves into his mouth. They separate just to catch their breath and go right back in again.
At some point, Jamie ends up in his rival's lap. Luke is still peppering kisses all over his face and damn it, he just can't stop smiling!
"Down, boy. Jeez, and I thought I was the thirsty one," he holds Luke back with a hand to his shoulder.
"Sorry, I'm just–really, really happy," Luke replies sheepishly, "I mean, I didn't expect you to like me back."
"I didn't expect you to like me either. You didn't exactly give me any hints," Jamie pouts. Luke tucks a strand of black hair behind his ears. He feels like his cheeks are on fire.
"Meanwhile you just kept hitting on me over and over."
"Hey, Jamie Siu doesn't hit on people! Other people hit on Jamie Siu," he huffs. Though he supposes there is some truth to Luke's statement. He has been coming around to see Luke more often after he realized his own feelings. Even going out of his way to seek him out sometimes.
"Yeah, yeah. And you definitely didn't plan to make a bet and kiss me tonight too, huh?" Luke gives him another peck on the cheek. His confession must have been magic, because it turned Luke into a puppy. Jamie leans into the crook of his neck, mumbling something.
"Woulda...done more..."
"What was that?"
"Nothin'. Don't worry about it." Shit! He didn't think Luke would hear that!
Luke only rolls his eyes and tightens the hold he has on Jamie, pressing their bodies closer together.
"Well if it sounds good to you, wanna come back to my place?" he suggests.
"Hm?" Jamie perks up. Is Luke implying what he thinks he is?
"What? You think I'm gonna leave you alone after kissing me like that? No way."
"Taking me home already? I'm not gonna say no-Ah!" He barely finishes his sentence before Luke suddenly stands up with him in his arms. He smacks him on the chest to scold him, but Luke just laughs it off.
Hmph, guess the wager was worth it after all.
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𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1
𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝
warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)
| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |
armin arlert
• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.
• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.
• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀
• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.
• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.
• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.
• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.
• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)
• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.
• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.
• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child
• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.
• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.
• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^
• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.
colt grice
• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention
• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.
• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!
• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.
• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.
• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧
• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.
• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.
• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.
• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.
• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.
• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.
• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.
• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.
eren jaeger
• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm
• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.
• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)
• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.
• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.
• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.
• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.
• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.
• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little
• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.
• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.
• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.
• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.
• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.
• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.
jean kirschtein
• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.
• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!
• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.
• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺
• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.
• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.
• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.
• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.
• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.
• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.
• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.
• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.
• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.
• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.
• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.
porco galliard
• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.
• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.
• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.
• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.
• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.
•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.
•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.
•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.
•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.
•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.
•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.
•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.
•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.
•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.
i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️
#aot headcanons#aot x you#armin headcanons#armin arlert fluff#colt headcanons#colt grice fluff#eren headcanons#eren jaeger fluff#jean headcanons#jean kirschtein fluff#porco headcanons#porco galliard fluff#🌸☁️ works
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Gifts
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Summary: Wild tells of the gifts the past Champions have given him. All that's left is for the others to witness these gifts.
Warnings: Descriptions of injury, temporary character death.
Notes: Finally got a prompt done. Y'all proud of me? If you are, then know I wrote this instead of Chapter 2 of Succumb because I'm an awful creature who has a solid idea for the entire fic except Chapter 2 and I'm avoiding it. Stop being proud of me now.
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“How about you, Champ?”
Wild blinks from the daze he's fallen into and looks up to see eight pairs of eyes all looking right at him. The moon hangs lazily above them, nothing more than a C-shape tied to the stars to watch them all talk themselves to sleep. Wild’s zoned out of this one, for reasons he can’t really explain why. It’s not that what they’re talking about tonight is particularly dull or offensive. It’s just… well… they’re talking about magic and discussing the common theme that seems most sources of magic that they know has been given to them.
Time and Great Fairies. Hyrule and wise men in caves. Wild’s sure the others all have similar stories, he’s just decided to not listen to them tonight.
“About me?” He asks hopefully. Maybe they have changed topics while he was trying to decide what the woodchip by his boot resembles.
Four leans forward on his knees, wiggling his eyebrows. “Any magical gifts that you’ve been holding out on us?”
Wild tries not to let his disappointment show on his face. “Ah.” He curls his fingers around the hem of his tunic before they could nervously knit with each other on his lap. “Nothing that’s important.”
Besides him, Twilight scoffs. “Nothing that’s important? Cub, either you really are holding out on us or you’re being humble.”
“Wild? Humble?” Warriors snorts. “Perish the thought.”
Wild sighs. “Really, I don’t have any cool stories to tell tonight. I’d much rather listen to you all.”
“Listen, huh?” Four challenges, grinning like an imp. “Who taught Hyrule how to shoot fire from his sword?”
Wild rolls his eyes. “Some old guy in a cave.”
“Actually,” Hyrule says with a soft, apologetic smile, “it was an old man in a basement.”
“What is up with you and old men?”
“Anyway,” Twilight says, giving Wild a hard look, “you’re obviously not listening. Is something wrong? You’re usually more talkative.”
Does Twilight have to be a doting old mother in front of everyone? Wild can feel himself bristling. “Maybe I just don’t feel like talking tonight. Vet isn’t talking and you’re not pestering him.”
“That’s because Vet never talks about himself,” Warriors says, foiling Wild’s entire argument. Legend has a smug look on his face. “Not unless he’s trying to heighten his own ego.” Legend’s smug look falls into a glare.
“Fine,” Legend says. “I’ll tell one. Then Champ can tell one, so that you all will get off both of our backs.”
“It has to be serious, Leg,” Wind butts in, completely oblivious to Wild’s dying hope of getting out of this conversation. “No ‘I got my magic from being super cooler than everyone else’ bull.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Legend snaps. “Besides, I don’t have magic. I have magical items. Which is just as useful.”
“Then what’s that one?” Sky points at the small clay ocarina in Legend’s hands. “You’ve been holding it all night.”
Legend stills and his face softens, and immediately the whole group can tell that whatever that ocarina is, Legend has feelings attached to it. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not very magic,” he says, his fingers rubbing over the holes reverently. “It used to be able to summon a gust of wind to take me wherever I needed to go. It could also awaken the dead under specific circumstances… now it’s nothing but clay. It doesn’t work anymore.”
“Where’d you get it?” Wind asked, and not unkindly. He, like the rest of the group, knows that Legend wouldn’t be holding an item so tenderly if it only didn’t work anymore.
Legend stays silent for a moment, allowing the crickets in the forests to sing uninterrupted. Then, his shoulders fall. “The most beautiful woman I ever met gave it to me. She had the most lovely voice. This… after… after I lost her, I woke up stranded at sea. It was around my neck on a string… it’s all the proof I have that she ever existed.”
Silence hangs over the group like a heavy blanket. Wild can’t help but feel a lob of guilt get stuck in his chest. All he can do is sit and watch Sky lean over and place a hand on Legend’s knee.
“Love is one of the most powerful magics an item can hold, even if it’s just a good memory.”
Legend brings a sleeve to his eye, holding the ocarina tightly with his other hand. “Oh shut it, you sap,” he says through a smile. Sky smiles back, and Wild curls his arms across his chest.
Besides him, Twilight looks at him. Not expectantly, though, but with understanding. Perhaps he knows now why sometimes someone would wish to stay silent during these kinds of nights. Not everyone got magical gifts from old men in caves. Or basements.
But the guilt sits, and no one is saying it’s Wild’s turn to spill some beans. Not even Legend. But how could he stay silent after Legend told something so personal and sad? It’s not fair, even if he’s the only one who thinks so.
He bites the arrow and takes a breath.
“I don’t have magic. I have… blessings. From friends I had before the Calamity.”
For the second time that night, eight pairs of eyes fall onto him.
“I don’t use them much anymore,” Wild continues; somehow his hands have made it to his lap anyways, knitting his fingers together like string on needles, “they gave me everything they had so I could defeat Calamity Ganon. Now that he’s gone, I don’t want to abuse their gifts any longer.”
“I don’t mean to pry…” Four says, “but maybe they gave you everything they had to help you. Maybe they didn’t consider it abuse.”
And somehow, Wild doesn’t feel like Four is prying at all. In fact, it startles a chuckle out of him. “Maybe. But not Revali, that’s for sure. He and I got along worse than Vet and Cap.”
“Not an easy feat,” Warriors says to the others while nudging Legend with his elbow. Legend rolls his eyes. “I’m impressed.”
“What blessing did he give you?” Wild asks. There’s stars in his eyes that always get there when he gets too interested in a story. Though, Wild supposes any story involving a rival-ship greater than their very own Legend and Warriors is something to be interested in.
“It was the power to call upon the gusts of wind he used to command with his powerful wings. He was a Rito, the best there ever was. He could fly into the air without having to jump off of ledges. The wind would carry him up itself, like it belonged to him.”
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Agony is a poison pulsing through Hyrule’s leg. The fall had been great, and it’s a miracle Wild had been there to dive down and at least try to lesson the fall with his paraglider. The ground was weak in these desert-y canyons, and maybe Hyrule shouldn’t have gotten so close to the ledge to warrant his boot’s slipping, but at least Wild was there.
Hyrule’s ankle is broken, or at least badly sprained. Either way, it’s painful enough that he can’t even stand up as Wild paces the bottom of the crevasse they have found themselves in like a pair of cornered animals. The others… they’re close to an hour’s worth of time away. He and Wild were exploring and gathering whatever they could find that might be used as firewood as the sun began to set. It’s been a terribly awful day of traveling in the desert heat, and he and Wild were excited to experience the sunset’s breeze while the others set up camp.
They got too excited. Too far away. There’s no way anyone will hear them if they call. No one will come looking until the sky is black.
And who knows, maybe they won't consider that maybe they fell. Maybe, if they come looking, they won't look down the right scar in the land, and they will burn to death in tomorrow's sun.
“What do we do?” Hyrule asks through an embarrassingly choked voice. He’s been fighting tears since the moment his ankle bent wrongly in their crash landing. He knows Wild will not judge him for sobs, but it doesn’t make it any easier for him to allow any to escape.
Wild sighs and glares up at the lip of the cliff they’ve fallen from. “Any trinkets?” he asks back.
Hyrule bites his lip. He wishes he were like the others and had a trinket for every situation. Legend had promised to give him an old grappling hook he had hoarded away the next time they end up at his and Ravio’s place. “No.”
“Okay,” Wild says. Not angrily. “Okay.”
Determined?
“Champ?”
Wild takes a deep breath and looks down at Hyrule with… fire in his eyes. “I won’t be long. Will you be okay while I fetch the others?”
Hyrule licks his lips and looks down at his leg, already braced with brush twigs and the wrappings that usually decorate Wild’s arms. A cold breeze blows suddenly, making Hyrule shiver and remember the desert only takes what it’s given when it comes to heat. When the sun’s up, it thrives, and when it’s gone…
“Don’t take long,” he replies, even though he doesn’t really know what Wild’s about to do.
Wild nods, shrugging off the cloak he usually always wears and gives it to Hyrule. Hyrule nods his thanks and takes the warm accessory, placing it over his head and wrapping the caped section around his shoulders.
He watches as Wild walks towards the edge of the cliff facing where the others are with camp. Hyrule wonders what he’s about to do as he clings to the edge of the cloak. Wild unfolds his paraglider from his back, baffling Hyrule even more, and widens his stance.
A moment passes. Then another.
Then a gust of wind appears seemingly out from the floor, powerful enough to blow dust back and almost get in Hyrule’s eye if he hadn’t instinctively covered his eyes. There’s a flash of teal through his fingers… then an unfamiliar voice snorts.
“About time, runt.”
By the time Hyrule deems it safe enough to uncover his eyes without getting dust in them, Wild is already high in the air. The miracle gust of wind cyclones in the spot his friend used to be, growing weaker and weaker by the second before it’s gone completely. There’s no sign of whoever made that flash of teal… nor who spoke, but Hyrule doesn’t think too into it as Wild drops his paraglider and grabs onto the upper ledge of the cliff.
Far above him, Wild climbs to safety and looks over the edge. He waves, and Hyrule cannot help the giggle that climbs through his throat as he waves back.
Pain in his ankle be damned, whatever Wild just did was cool, and as Wild turns and runs towards the others he knows he won't be in pain for long.
Not much longer than an hour passes before the others come with their ropes and grappling hooks and worried voices. Wild glides down to him to help carry him up. There’s something about the way he stands that gives Hyrule the feeling that he… realized something today. He gives Hyrule a bottle of health, then helps tie a rope around his waist as his ankle begins to hurt a little less.
As he’s lifted off the ground towards the top of the cliff by his friends, he looks at Wild who is clinging tight to Hyrule’s body like a stronger lifeline than any rope or chain.
“Was that Revali?” He asks, without really thinking.
Wild looks at him with wide eyes, and then a wider smile. “Yeah.”
Hyrule smiles back. “He sounded like an asshole.”
A startled laugh bursts from Wild’s mouth as he throws his head back. “He is an asshole,” he agrees in good nature.
They reach the top. They reach the others. Twilight scolds their ears off the entire way back towards camp, and Hyrule can't stop grinning for his own safety… and for whatever mended in Wild’s heart tonight.
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“What about the others?”
“Well… ah… there’s Daruk. He was one of my oldest friends. The strongest Goron there ever was, though he was a little fearful of dogs.” Wild laughs, as do the others politely; probably imagining the biggest Goron they could be scared of a small fluffy animal. “He had the strength to block anything, and he was always ready to take a blow for the team. Even after… even after… he still protected me. He gave me the ability to call upon even a fraction of that power, that way nothing could hurt me in case my own shield failed. Without him… I would not be here, I’m confident in that.”
-o-o-o-o-
They honestly should have expected an ambush before Warriors was the one to call it out. Four likes to consider himself lucky for coming from a comparatively peaceful time, relatively speaking, but even he should have expected the top of the hill to be lined with determined monsters with big rocks.
The first few moments of watching the boulders come down feels almost like Four is stuck in time. There’s nowhere to run, the expanse of the monsters at the top is too great. Left or right would bring more chances of being hit. They can’t run back down the hill and outrun the danger either. Their only option is to dodge through the rocks until they can get to the top and take out the danger.
Distantly, as time spreads up, Four is aware of Time and Wild each releasing arrows towards the top of the hill, igniting various monsters on fire, but soon it becomes pure chaos. He can only focus on himself as he does his best to jump out of the way of rocks that are much bigger than him. The colors in his brain scream as he tries to remain calm and collected. No Blue, he can’t just jump over the boulders because it will look cool. Red please calm down you’re screaming too loudly. He knows to go left, Green!
It’s a miracle he’s managed to last this long with the confusion. Which is why he’s not surprised when something finally hits its mark. He’s just glad that when the agony of a shattered bone shoots through his body, it’s only his right shoulder that took the brunt of the hit.
Not that he has time to be thankful for that. After the boulder hits into his side, his balance is knocked right out of him. He ends up crashing to the tilted floor in a jumble of limbs and dust. There’s tears in his eyes, and he can barely focus enough to lift himself back up. His entire arm feels like he’s stuck it into the mouth of a dragon—teeth and all. His chest feels tight and his hip all bruised. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s broken a few ribs as well.
He barely has enough time to look ahead of him from where he lies on the ground. There’s another boulder bouncing right towards him. If… if he doesn’t move now… he will surely die.
But he cannot move. He cannot move because his entire side hurts too badly for him to go at a speed that matters. He closes his eyes and tries to make himself smaller. Maybe, if the goddess decides she likes him today, she will allow the boulder to bounce over him… or something as unlikely.
Either way, he accepts whatever fate he’s about to meet, even as he hears Sky scream his name.
And maybe it’s because he’s a coward and he’s scared, but he opens his eyes to look at his approaching doom. Only… that’s not all that he sees. What he sees is Wild jump out right in front of him with a ball of orange energy surrounding his entire body. A surge of horror swells inside of his belly the moment he sees this. Is Wild serious?!
Then, a heartbeat passes, and the boulder rams right into Wild. What happens next, though, Four would never have guessed. The orange energy explodes in shatters around him. Standing over Wild, however, is a ghostly Goron that’s bigger than anything Four’s ever seen. He shouts as the boulder stops in its tracks, crumbling before his mighty fists.
“I got you, little buddy,” Daruk’s spirit says. Then, the teal spirit disappears with the orange energy, leaving Wild standing there with the shattered remains of the boulder at his feet. Up the hill, Warriors, Legend, Time, and Sky take out the remaining monsters before they can release any more rocks.
Wild turns towards Four with a crazed, adrenaline fueled gaze. There’s a grin on his face though, one that Four finds himself matching.
Next thing he knows, Twilight, Hyrule, and Wild are rushing to his form and shoving various medicine bottles into his face; of which he takes gratefully.
“Thank you, Wild,” Four makes sure to say once he’s finally back on his feet with a makeshift sling over his only slightly aching arm. Wild turns towards him to give a blushing smile. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.
“I couldn’t just watch you die. It’s the least I could do.”
Four hums. “I’m still thankful. Though… your Goron friend looked big enough to squish me between his fingers.”
Wild grins. “Daruk wouldn’t do that. It’s his hugs you have to watch out for.”
Four’s sure that if Daruk’s hugs are anything like Wild’s, then those hugs would be very tight indeed.
“I will take your word for it, then.”
-o-o-o-o-
“And then there’s Urbosa. She… if you think you’ve met a scary Gerudo, then you haven’t met her.” Wild waves his hands in the air, only slightly aware that he’s getting too invested in this story now. He didn't mean to spill his guts on his past friends tonight, but here he is, living their memory. Passing on their stories to his new friends. He finds he doesn’t mind it as much as he did several minutes ago. He doesn’t know why he was afraid. “She was the leader of her people, and she could summon lightning onto anyone who's ever defied her. She fought armies of Yiga all on her own and came out without a scratch. She’s blessed me with the ability to summon lighting as well. It’s my most powerful attack, and it’s saved my ass more times than I can count.”
-o-o-o-o-
This is bad. Very bad. Time can’t even properly express how bad this is.
An ambush of monsters? That’s manageable. He has confidence in himself and his companions to be able to handle a meager ambush. However, this? This is a whole army of monsters. Lizalfos, apparently, like to group up in camps when they’re not scrambling around in ancient dungeons and temples.
There’s enough to outnumber the heroes five-to-one. It’s not impossible to take them down if they had stuck to the outer edges of the camp and took a good portion of them out with long ranged attacks… however what happened was much less graceful. They walked into the forest, intending to make a camp for the night, just to wander right into a community of Lizalfos armed to the tails.
So now? They’re running; the monsters in an excited chase. Like Time said: This. Is. Bad.
“We lead them to the river,” Warriors suggests, ever thinking of solutions. “We can push them in and weaken their numbers.”
“I say we turn and fight!” Wind shouts. He looks too excited. He pulls a bomb out from his satchel and before Time can say anything, the boy turns around and throws it at their pursuers. There’s a blast, a few screeches, but nothing significant happens. The numbers are too great. Wind is pulling out another bomb.
“The river,” Time says, nodding at Warriors. Wind cheers as another explosion erupts. He leaves the boy to it. As long as he keeps up. “It’s the best bet.”
Time turns his head to tell the others about the makeshift plan, but before he can say a thing Wild looks him straight in the eye. “Have everyone get as far as you can away, I know what to do.”
“What?” Time asks, baffled.
Wild doesn’t explain. He just turns heel and runs the other way towards the enemy.
“Cub?!” Twilight shouts, turning around as well to grab his wayward protégé, but Time grabs his shoulder and keeps him running in the opposite direction. Twilight gives him a panicked look.
“I don’t know what he plans,” Time explains, “but he seems confident. Trust him.”
Twilight swallows and nods. Time shouts at the others to pick up the pace.
Behind him, the Lizalfos screech in delight, a sign they and Wild have now met face-to-face.
Whatever you’re about to do, wild one, do it now.
He doesn’t have to wait long. The smell of ozone becomes intoxicating all within a heartbeat. The hairs at the back of his neck rise as the sky goes impossibly dark for the time of dusk that it is. Then, light flashes all around him in thunderous claps. He can barely hear the sound of screaming monsters over the bolts. Time can’t help but stop in his tracks and turn, lifting a hand above his brow to see green lighting like he’s never seen before attacking the earth through the trees.
As soon as it begins, it ends, and the sky brightens with silence.
Time doesn’t waste time running forward. What he finds when he runs towards the small clearing Wild had met the monsters in is something he will never forget. Static energy seems to curl around his hand, raised into the air and on the end of a snap. Beside him stands a tall Gerudo woman, cloaked in a ghostly aura, her back towards the others and her hand on Wild’s shoulder in triumph and fierce protection. There’s nothing but black, charred corpses of monsters around them.
Time watches, as do the others, transfixed as Urbosa looks down at Wild and smirks.
“You should have called earlier, my desert flower.”
-o-o-o-o-
Everyone looks so transfixed, that Wild almost moves on without really thinking about it. Only… the words catch in his throat. He finishes telling of Urbosa, and just… freezes. His hands are back in his lap, wringing each other out.
He was so engrossed with his own stories that he’s forgotten that while he loves each of his past friends equally… not all are so easy to talk about.
The others must sense his inner struggle, as none of them call out his sudden silence. He knows that if he decided to stop now and not tell them of his last blessing… they would not argue. They must know this pause is similar to when Twilight stops talking about his adventure when he reaches the point where he meets a mysterious companion. Similar to when Time pauses in his magical tales of his childhood. Similar to when Sky looks off in the distance with his voice trailing off as he tells of special places in the sky.
It’s a pause of loss. A pause of something cherished. A pause of something that you fought so hard for, but will never come back.
A hand falls on top of his own. He recognizes the shape of Twilight’s calluses without having to look up at him. “You do not have to force yourself to continue,” he says.
Wild shakes his head. “I’m alright. I can continue…”
A beat of silence. Wild takes a breath.
“Last is… Mipha. Not only was she the most beautiful Zora I’ve ever met, but also the most beautiful soul. She… would always be there for me… whenever I got hurt. She could heal my wounds better than any potion. I…” his throat bobs, the words are no longer coming. “I cannot bring myself to tell of her gift. It’s too special. I pray I never have to use it again, nor must any of you witness it.”
-o-o-o-o-
Twilight didn’t know what to think when the attack had begun. It didn’t start with a shout. It didn’t start with the enemy running screaming out from the shadows of the trees with swords raised. It didn’t start like any kind of monster attack that Twilight had grown so used to.
It’s probably why they were unprepared for an attack by something smarter than monsters. Something that has no problem sitting quietly in the trees, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He’s heard that there’s a group of former Sheikah in Wild’s world who have it in for the hero’s life, he just never really expected to meet them.
That’s probably why the arrow met it’s mark too. They’ve all grown accustomed to the sloppy ambushes put together by monsters. It’s the only thing Twilight can think of to justify how none of them saw it coming until there was a thwip of a feathered arrow flying through the air… and landing with a thunk in Wild’s stomach.
Wild fell to the ground, and with a flash of cards and light appeared several Yiga Clan members. Nobody stopped to stare. It was pure rage from the heroes at that point, and as soon as it began the Clan members all put their hands together and retreated into seemingly thin air. It all ended about as soon as it began.
And the only thing he could think about now is Wild laying there on the ground in a growing pool of his own blood. The arrow still sticks out of his midsection, undoubtedly having hit something important judging by the trail of red going down the corners of his mouth.
Twilight is the first to run up to his side, but thanks to the quick thinking of Warriors, he’s not the first to offer a way of healing.
However, by the time the bottle of the red potion reaches his life stained lips… it’s too late. Twilight can only stare in horror as the light leaves Wild’s eyes.
The Yiga Clan… they’ve succeeded… and everyone knows it when Warriors falls backwards in defeat to sit on his heels, looking down at the full bottle of healing in his hands. Sky falls to his knees. Hyrule chokes a cry. Twilight's sure the rest of them are feeling their own reactions of grief, but he can no longer pay attention to anything but his own.
He’s… he’s failed. The one person he swore he would protect… pass on his ways… his stories… his teachings… it’s all for nothing. All it is now is a gaping hole in his heart. His cheeks are wet with tears that came too quickly.
Suddenly, something happens. There’s a flash of teal, and somewhere behind him someone gasps. Twilight can only watch with wide, tear-drowned eyes, as the teal swirls around into the glowing form of a beautiful Zora.
All eyes are on her, but hers are on Wild. There’s a fondness to her face that could be mistaken for sadness. Her hand brushes his cheek, and to Twilight's surprise Wild blinks and breathes in a soft breath. The hole in his stomach glows bright blue… and the arrow dissipates in shining bubbles.
“I will always heal you when you need me, my love.”
Then, she’s gone before anyone, including Wild, can respond.
Wild slowly raises himself to his elbows, blinking and smiling sheepishly like he’s never gotten even a scratch.
“I’m sorry you all had to-” he begins, but Twilight cuts him off by launching himself forward and wrapping the idiot in his arms. Mipha’s gift, the one he wouldn’t tell them about because it was too special, the one he never wanted them to witness…
He’s such an idiot.
“Shut up,” Twilight says through a tight breath. “Thank the spirits… just let me hold you.”
Wild doesn’t say anything, he just returns the embrace and the hold just as tightly.
Thank Hylia and all of the goddesses for this miracle. Wild clearly has friends that care so much about him that they would protect him fiercely even after their deaths. Twilight knows that from now on, he will spend his nights praying thankfulness to them. Wild is a formidable hero, one of the best in fact, yet Twilight can only imagine where he would be without these gifts. Imagining it makes his gut twist, however, so he squeezes his hold just once before letting go.
He smiles at the younger boy, and Wild smiles back, everything that needs to be said being translated there alone. You scared me. I’m sorry. Don’t apologize, just be more careful. No promises… but I will try.
The wordless conversation passes between them in a moment, and the moment is broken by Wind pouncing onto Wild. Wild, the poor boy, is shoved straight onto his back from the force of the tackle, yet he’s laughing as Wind calls him an idiot over and over. Everyone else gathers as well, to tell him they’re glad he’s alive in their own ways. Time places a hand on Twilight’s shoulder and shares a knowing look.
“Let’s set up camp early tonight,” he says, and Twilight cannot help but agree.
As Time announces the plan to the others, separating the others and telling them to give Wild some space, Twilight lets his heart calm. Wild always says he was alone in his adventures, but now he knows that that wasn’t all true. He also knows now why Wild doesn’t abuse the abilities his friends gave him.
With a silent vow, he promises Revali, Daruk, Urbosa, and Mipha that he will work harder to protect their boy. For now, Wild has been barred from making dinner tonight, and Twilight has to be sure that Hyrule gets nowhere near the cooking pot.
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a quiet morning ‣ obi-wan kenobi
Summary: Being a Jedi turned General in the midst of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan learned that there were many things one should never take for granted.
One in particular, the quiet mornings spent with you after months of being apart...
Stars, it was too damn early.
The Jedi Master let out an annoyed huff at the low hum of Coruscant’s bustling traffic, the sound seeping into the windows to disturb his slumber.
Clearly, it was disturbing yours too, as he watched your brows furrow and lips twitch in your sleep. The downside of you living so close to the Jedi Temple; the constant noise.
Laying on his side, propped up by an elbow and head resting on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but raise his free hand to your face, delicately running his fingertips over the smooth expanse of your skin.
His thumb caught at your bottom lip, and you let out a half conscious sigh at the feather light contact.
He knew he shouldn’t wake you. He’d kept you up most of the night before, exploring your body after months of being away. Intimacy had always been easy with you, like second nature,
Like he was fated to be tied to you on all planes, all fronts.
He’d been so lost in his thoughts, in tracing delicate patters along your cheekbones, that he hadn’t noticed your stirring as you slowly came to from your deep sleep.
It was only when his tired eyes met yours, blinking open to watch him under obscenely long lashes, that he realized you were awake.
“What time is it?” you croaked lamely. Your body stretched along his as a long yawn escaped your lips. You didn’t dare look at the holoclock on the bedside table, afraid that you’d slept too much of the morning away to savor it.
Any moment you could quietly spend gazing into the azure eyes of Obi-Wan Kenobi was a moment that needed to be savored.
“Not sure,” he offered you a small smile. “We still have time” he added, as if he’d known exactly what you were worried about.
You quite liked how Obi-Wan looked in the mornings you were able to spend with him. Reddish brown hair plastered to his forehead or sticking up at odd angles, eyes foggy and face completely at ease.
His eyes had fallen closed, prompting you to tug on his beard playfully so they would open once more.
He regarded you with a knowing smirk.
“Darling,” he snatched your hand up, placing delicate kisses to each of your fingertips. “If you craved my attention that badly, you could have just used your words”
You’d responded to his teasing by tugging your hand free to flick his forehead.
He smelled like firewood and vanilla. A scent that was so, uniquely him. You secretly enjoyed how the scent would linger on your sheets and pillowcases even days after he’d been there.
It was a welcome comfort when he left.
It had been too long, already, and you were growing a tad impatient. Minutes passed, where all Obi-Wan did was gaze at you like a moon eyed Padawan.
You decided you would have to make the first move.
Leaning over the crumpled sheets, you pressed your upper body against his chest and tangled your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
You closed the space between the two of you with a quiet hum, lips touching for a single second before you pulled away with a cheeky smile.
Obi-Wan rose a brow, eyes flickering to your lips.
“You must think you’re so clever..” he mused.
Before you could come back with a smart ass comment, he’d snuck a hand at the back of your neck and yanked you forward, locking your lips against his as he languidly kissed you.
You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, searching for the warmth his mouth would provide, only to have him pull away suddenly.
“Not so fun when you’re at the other end of the joke, is it, love?” he murmured, lips grazing yours but just out of reach.
“Obi..” you practically whined.
Beat at your own game.
Obi-Wan was a merciful opponent, however, and had pressed his lips to yours once more after watching you pout.
His lips were always warm, always sluggish in their movements against yours. When he dipped his tongue into your mouth, it was unhurried, perhaps even slow.
If his smell was enticing, his taste was addicting. You angled your head to get better access, sighing into his mouth and relaxing every muscle as you folded against him.
Distantly, you wished it would always be like this.
You pulled your mouth away from his to catch your breath, foreheads meeting and eyes falling closed as you let each other’s presence sink in.
You never knew when another morning like this would be granted. Between the war sending Obi-Wan off planet and the Jedi code forbidding him from forming attachments, it was always a gamble.
“I want this to last eternities,” you whispered to him, eyes still closed and foreheads still connected. “I wish we could stop time, just to stay in this very moment for as long as we wanted”
Obi-Wan chuckled deep in his chest.
“Forever is a long time, my dear” he reminded you. A soft kiss was placed at the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth.
You opened your eyes to meet his intense stare again, unsuccessful in hiding the wide grin that spread across your face and brightened up every inch of the sunlit room.
“I would still spend it with you, though” you brushed your fingertips through his hair, shuffling his bangs out of his eyes so you could study his beauty without the obstacle in your way.
“I love you” he told you, earnest and genuine as the first time he’d ever said it.
Your hands continued to move through his hair gracefully, studying the way he inadvertently leaned into your touch.
Perhaps these quiet mornings were few and far between, measured by fleeting moments and ardent kisses, shared breaths and grand declarations.
Even so, amid a restless galaxy filled with war and chaos, you could count those quiet mornings as promises of a future filled with them. Patiently waiting for a time where every morning could be still and quiet like this.
And as you repeated his sentiment, sealing your sweet words with a final kiss before getting up to start the cafe machine, you could only hope that era was coming soon.
You would wait the rest of your life for something just like that…
** a treat for any of my old followers from the old obimcgregorkenobi blog. missed y'all, hope this makes up for my years on hiatus !!! **
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Hello! I hope you're doing good :) I was hoping to make a request for Caleb x fem!reader where they're friends, and Caleb would like more. So he's making flirtatious/suggestive comments but they just go over her head because even though her English is very good it's not her first language (plus different time periods and location), and Caleb is confused and amused at first, but then just frustrated. Thank you ♥️
Ahoy! This was such a sweet scenario, I had a good time writing it, thank you! Hope you're doing awesome! ❤️
"Why didn't you tell me?" - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Fem!Reader
"Are you feeling alright?"
Caleb scoffed at the question, placing his Redeemer on the bar and sitting down next to you.
"I just brutally murdered four teenagers, and you're asking me if I'm alright?"
He looked at you with a smile he didn't hope came off too cocky, but you just shrugged and gave him a slight smile.
"I know the Entity punishes you if you... perform badly. Just wanted to make sure..."
You returned your attention to the clothes you were currently mending by hand, inserting the needle into the fabric to carefully drag the thread through.
"Trust me", Caleb said, stretching out his leg to relieve some pain. "If I was bein' punished right now, you wouldn't be here."
He cast a glance over at you, but all you did was hum in acknowledgement at this remark. Caleb felt a small sting of frustration at this. For weeks, he'd had feelings for you. Deeper feelings than friendship. Him being an old gump who'd never really cared for anyone besides himself, before he'd met you in this wretched place, he had no idea how to show his feelings towards you. He'd tried being extra nice towards you, without making it too obvious at first, but as you hadn't seemed to notice his change in behavior at all, he'd upped his pace a bit. He'd started to give you little compliments when he saw fit, about your hair, your hands, even your laughter. But you still didn't seem to catch on. You always smiled that friendly smile and you showed that you enjoyed his company, but Caleb felt like you didn't understand that he wanted more. Or maybe you just didn't feel the same way for him. Of course, that thought had entered his mind many times. After all, why would you feel any certain way about someone like him?
"Don't you ever feel... weird, about me killing yer friends and all?"
You looked up at Caleb, meeting his questioning gaze with something that resembled sadness. Caleb started wondering if maybe he shouldn't have asked that, and cursed himself for his stupidity, but to his surprise you answered:
"Not all of them are my friends. Some have done terrible things in the past."
Caleb let out a surprised hum, waiting for you to continue, but your gaze quickly turned warm as you gave him a little smile.
"Better to have few friends, but good ones, than be surrounded by false ones. Right?"
Caleb gave you a curious look, then returned the smile.
"True that, Y/N."
Damn, that smile of yours made him melt on the spot. He felt so ridiculous falling head over heels for you, not even knowing if you felt the same. That's a fool-proof way to get your heart broken.
"There, patched up once again!" you suddenly declared, lifting up the shirt you had worked on and folding it on the bar counter in front of you.
Caleb gave you a thumbs up and was about to get up to make himself a drink, but as he caught you eyeing him, he decided to stay put.
"What's the matter, doe-eye?" he asked, instantly kicking himself mentally for the stupid nickname.
You just studied him, seemingly pondering over something, and if Caleb wasn't mistaken, he thought he could see your gaze trailing towards his... chest?
"Would you mind if- I mean..." you stuttered, eyes darting up to Caleb's face and then down to his chest area again.
Caleb felt a tingle in his stomach, feeling a grin spread on his face. He turned his body towards you on the chair, discreetly straightening his back and pushing out his chest a bit.
"What's on yer mind, doll?"
To his wicked triumph, he could see you starting to blush.
"Y-You're allowed to say not, but.... I was just wondering, since I've got some extra thread left, if maybe you'd let me... fix those ugly holes in your shirt once and for all?"
Caleb blinked a couple of times in confusion. He looked down on his chest, eyeing the small holes in his shirt.
"Oh", he said, feeling a bit stupid. "Well, I... It's really not that big of a deal to me, but..."
"Please?" you gave him a pleading smile that relit the tingles in his stomach. "It's a really beautiful shirt, I'd hate to see it ruined."
Now it was Caleb's turn to feel his face heat up a bit. Stupid old gump, he thought you had other things in mind, but now that he considered it, letting you mend his shirt wouldn't be too bad either. He chuckled at your pleading face, and removed his duster coat and tossed it on the floor. Seeing your face light up with happiness was already worth it.
"It won't take long, I promise!" you said, scooching your chair closer to his and gripping the needle and thread.
"That's alright", Caleb assured you, trying hard to force away his wide smile. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a bit of pampering now and then."
He watched as you threaded the needle and leaned in towards his chest, a concentrated look on your beautiful face. As your warm hands touched his chest, Caleb couldn't stop himself from gasping quietly.
"I-I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, a worried look on your face as your eyes darted up to meet his. "Did I-"
"You're fine!" Caleb chuckled, shaking his head and cursing himself for being so skittish.
"It's just, these holes have been bugging me for quite some time..."
You trailed off and got to work, your nimble fingers quickly gathering the shirt and starting to thread the needle through the fabric. Caleb hoped to the gods that you couldn't feel his trembling heart as your hands were placed steadily on his chest while you worked. If you could, you didn't show it, your face not changing from it's concentrated state during the whole process. Caleb tried to keep calm, not thinking about how great it felt to have you touch him. How much he longed for your hands to trail around his chest, hug him tightly as you looked up at his face and met his gaze...
"Ah!"
"Shit, fuck, I'm so sorry!"
You had accidentally poked his skin with your needle, and as Caleb had jumped in surprise, the needle had poked even deeper.
"I-I'm so sorry, Caleb, shit, I'm so nervous working on someone else, I-" you stuttered, visibly embarrassed, but Caleb grabbed your hands quickly and squeezed them before he had time to think about what he was doing.
"Hey, Y/N, it's alright", he smiled, meeting your gaze.
The tingle in his stomach was a full on fire by now, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. But he couldn't, he mustn't, so he released your hands and quickly looked away with an embarrassed scoff. He felt you hesitate for a couple of seconds, before you got back to work on his shirt.
"It's almost finished", you assured him, the tone of your voice hard to read.
And soon enough, too soon, Caleb felt you retract from his chest. He dared look back at you as you put away the needle and he glanced down to study your work.
"My, I haven't had a shirt lookin' this nice in ages!" he declared, feeling the shirt where your fingers had patched up the holes.
He met your gaze, and you gave him a wide smile.
"Pleasure's all mine", you said.
"If only I could repay you some way..." Caleb smirked, but to his immense disappointment you just gave him a slightly confused look.
"It's alright, really", you said, still giving him that clueless smile as you moved to push your chair back to it's place.
That was the last straw for Caleb.
"Alright, I give up!" he growled in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. "I don't know how y'all court these days but clearly I ain't fit for it! Can't believe I was this stupid..."
He muttered and turned away from you, feeling too embarrassed to look at you. He felt your confused gaze at him, and he wished he could just sink through the floor.
"Court?" you asked, and Caleb buried his face in his hands with a sigh. "W-What does food have to do with any of this?"
At this, Caleb looked back up from his hands, and then at you.
"What?"
He narrowed his eyes in disbelief at you, but you just stared at him in growing confusion. A confusion that Caleb certainly mirrored by now.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and you shook your head with raised eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" you returned.
Caleb blinked a couple of times, then shook his head in a bewildered manner.
"I-I... Christ, Y/N", he said, turning towards you in an attempt to clear this mess up. "I like you, alright? You know that?"
To his frustration, you just blinked at him.
"I like you too, Caleb, what do you mean?"
Caleb growled and dragged his hand over his face, knowing that he might as well make the biggest fool out of himself now. He had nothing to loose, he was already looking so stupid.
"I'm in love with you, alright?" he spat out, waving his hands as to signal it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love you, Y/N!"
He met your gaze, hoping for a quick response, but when he couldn't read your face, he decided to give up.
"Christ's sake..." he muttered, feeling his heart drop in his chest.
He got up from his chair and bent down to pick up his duster coat from the floor. Just as he was about to grab his Redeemer and walk out from the saloon, you called his name.
"Caleb!"
He stopped in his tracks, looking at you. A wide grin had taken over your face, a grin unlike any other he'd ever seen you have. You exclaimed something in a foreign language, and then jumped up from your chair.
"Caleb, I love you too! Why haven't you told me earlier?"
Now it was Caleb's turn to stare in confusion at you. You laughed, that amazing laughter that sent him flying high, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Why haven't I... Why, I oughta...!"
In one quick move, he'd embraced you tightly in his arms, and you laughed again as he hugged you as close as he'd wanted to for so long. Retracting to look at you, he met your joyful gaze and stroked your hair carefully.
"You're one mysterious thing, you", he chuckled, and you giggled as you carefully moved in for a kiss.
Caleb was more than happy to return the kiss.
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Entry #6 July 7th '21
#YurasLife #WholesomeWednesday #Animals #Cat #ChoisDiaries
𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢
Hello hello my lovely little birds! How's the week treating you all so far? Have you been taking care? I sure hope you have! Remember to take breaks, eat enough, stay hydrated, take a shower! Make some time for yourself today, alright? Promise me!
Today I bring y'all a little Choi for the heart alongside a very important quote. (!!!)
Before getting to that, though, lets appreciate how FUNNY little Choi looks without his fur T.T This dumbass ran off when my friend left the window open for a second and he got COVERED in thistles and branches from the neighbors yard so I had to take him to the groomer, there was no way we could take them off without hurting him more :( His fur was so dirty and tangled. He's ok though! Fur is growing back so fast! But he looks so funny with his hairy legs and big ass head alone LOL
Have you ever had to shave your pets because they did something dumb?
Now moving on!
𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.
𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.
Today's quote is from a creator I love lots. You might know him or have seen his works around, R.M. Drake. "Some people just aren't ready. No matter how much time passes. They'll never understand the type of sacrifices you made for them. They'll never understand how long you waited for them. And they'll never. Ever. Understand how badly you wanted to make things work. And how hard it was for you to let them go." Now, this doesn't mean these people is bad. Just that these people aren't ready for you. Everyone is a world of their own, and just imagine- Picture it like this, some people have such a hard time on this world we live at, how can we expect them to understand us? Sometimes people don't mean to hurt us even if they do. Sometimes people just isn't compatible. Just because someone can't completely appreciate you it doesn't mean they can't appreciate others. This doesn't make them bad, but it won't be satisfactory for you either. And just because someone isn't bad it doesn't mean they're good for you either.
Here is where I share a second quote for today, also very important. "Sometimes you just have to move on. And sometimes you have to do it overnight. Without giving them any hints or warnings. Sometimes you just have to pick up your sh*t and go. And not look back. And start over. And rewrite your own story."
I feel like so many of us have a hard time setting our own boundaries- Or actually, respecting them. Setting them is easy, saying what we are willing to put up with or not, that's easy. Pulling through? Especially when it comes down to people we love or are fond of, that's actually hard. It's important to remember sometimes you just have to move on. For your own wellbeing. Sometimes you need to prioritize yourself over others, and not look back. And that's ok. Please remember, just because you love someone it doesn't mean you can't let them go.
To close off today, I want to remind all of you that you're worth it. You ARE loved and you ARE needed and you ARE appreciated even if that one person can't see it. Even if you don't feel validated by that one person, you ARE valid, and beautiful, and strong. You are deserving of good things. Nothing can change that. I'll see you around, ok? Take care, my lovelies. -Yura ♡
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how would they react if S / O would die? Plis?
Y'all- I'm not ready- I know I have answered a similar ask, but this will not stop me. These will be short unless my brain decides to go 50 MPH!
TW: Scenerios based around the death of a loved one.
Allies and Axis: Reaction to their S/O's death!
Allies:
America:
If it was a natural death, and a fulfilling relationship he'd have not only taken care of their graves, but decides to be their main caretaker as well.
He tries really hard not to cry, but he does, and is immediately searching for England for support.
He can't simply admit to how great the pain is, but how amazing and happy, and proud he is another thing.
Does nothing but talk about them in a good light.
And one talks badly about them, and they will get shit down.
Looking after their resting place has become very therapeutic.
He decorates their grave for any holiday
When their anniversary, birthday, or a major special event comes around, he makes sure to leave behind a small trinket he knows his S/O would love.
If his lover dies due to an unnatural event, he will be very agressive for a while.
Until one day he breaks down and just sobs In front of the others.
It will make everyone kind of uncomfortable, but England is there to take him away and tall him through it.
After that he slowly bounces back, not wanting his S/O to have the chance to see him break like that.
He does become a little wiser, and starts holding people's opinions and Requests with more respect as well.
England:
Natural death or not, he will get drunk, and sob for a few days.
France and America have to drag him out of the house, and he's just kind of miserable?
He only snaps out of it when France mentions how out of Character he is, and how he's surprised his S/O ever fell for him if he's like this.
Does a 180 in like, three days.
Makes monthly trips to their grave, and sometimes does so at night.
Has perfected a spell that summons their ghost, but it only works during a full moon.
And it only lasts for 5 minutes.
And it doesn't always work.
So even with his best efforts he hardly sees them anyway.
But he promised his beloved he would keep their Spirit alive in his waking life.
He becomes so much more calm, and patient after a year or so.
He's taken a lesson from this that everything is fleeting, and it's better to take in all the moments as they come.
He likes to bring a radio and book to the gravesight and just read to them.
He claims he can feel their smile when he does.
China:
He has an extremely long grieving period.
We're talking a couple of years for him to move on.
If it was a natural cause he tries his best but his home feels so empty without them.
Someone suggested putting up pictures of them in places he spends most, and it kind of works.
If anyone visits him, chances are they'll catch him talking to those pictures, and it's kind of sad. Like in a sobering way.
The main thing that helps him get over it is the stuff that was left behind.
Books, plushies, perfumes/cologne, anything he can use to immerse himself in them is kept and stored away.
He only ever looks at it when he really, really misses them. Even if he needs it for a good cry.
Their grave has Panda's and their favorite animal cuddling on the stone. A Request by his S/O.
If they pass from unnatural causes he's seeking out revenge in whatever form he can get.
Someone is really going to have to restrain him, so Russia is involved if anyone catches wind of his schemes.
He will barricade himself in his S/O's room, and refuse to leave, and will barely eat.
Japan is the only person he will talk to, and when he does it's not very much.
The only way to snap him out of it is to physically drag him out in public, and he can and will run off at the first sight of another couple.
Once he starts thinking about all the good memories he has, he starts to feel better and recover.
Russia:
He's surprisingly the most at peace of his S/O passes away naturally.
He's not exactly in pain over it, but he smiles and talks as if his S/O was there, and listening.
He actually has a Matryoshka of his S/O that has a wedding ring attached to it.
Even if his S/O didn't marry him he still wanted them to keep it, just because he felt they deserved to be reminded of just how much he loves them.
He's also calmed down significantly, and Pretty much vowed to love his life for his S/O.
The others originally thought he'd have snapped, but he's now magically everyone's therapist???
Turns out all the time he spent with his S/O wasn't meaningless fluffy feelings.
He was also proud of himself for allowing them in, and being able to take his walls down.
But if it was unnatural causes, that's when he snaps.
Best way to stop him?
"What would S/O think!?"
He'd get really depressed and dissapointed at that point.
He will spend a good couple weeks at their grave apologizing. Both for not being able to protect him, and losing his control, breaking an important Promise.
He gets over it after a couple months. It's best to just let him be until he does.
Axis:
Germany:
He was mostly in shock. More so if they dies from an unnatural cause.
He'd be more snappy towards everyone, but is quick to apologize.
The others understand and even when he snaps they know why, and feel mostly helpless.
He tends to storm out of the meetings when the others get too rowdy, and won't go back in until they settle down.
He works out more, and Russia could have sworn he saw Ludwig lip his car over one day.
Has many breakdowns
His brother literally has to slap it out of him and force him to realize how out of it he is.
He cries that night in his brothers shoulder.
Austria is second to the rescue, and help Germany find ways to cope.
The two of them together are successful at helping Germany find some inner peace over it, and he starts a small garden in honor of his lover.
Japan:
He is going to cry for the first couple of nights, but doesn't regret a single night spent with them.
He knew it was going to hurt, and he just let's it happen.
No shame, no overthinking, he just cries to get it out of his system, even if it's just a little.
He thinks of all the times his S/O got him out of his shell, and blushes at the times they made him feel most alive.
You can tell when he thinks of them by the peaceful smile on his face.
He dares not touch their room, and sometimes sleeps in it, simply because it helps him sleep at night.
He has dreams about them when he's in there.
Likes to think that's them saying hi from the afterlife, and if it is he doesn't want them to ever stop.
Any unnatural causes will make him seem cold for a few weeks, but Italy manages to get through to him.
Watching Italy prance around almost reminds him of how happy his S/O made him feel. They made him want to prance around, and he almost regrets not doing so.
Italy:
Another one who is surprisingly full of happy tears and smiles.
He knows they're in a good place, and is just to overwhelmed with pride and happiness to be sad.
It still hurts, but thinking about them makes him so giddy, and smile.
They were his drug, and his cure.
So it was only logical to keep marching on as the one thing his S/O loved the most. Himself!
Though if it was an unnatural cause, he won't be sleeping properly for a while.
Japan and Germany actually have to keep an eye on him, Because his exhausted state has almost caused a few accidents, involving himself, and sometimes those around him.
When he does manage to sleep finally (thank you Japan and China for teaching him guided meditations) He's out for almost a whole day.
Germany goes out of his way to make something Italy and his S/O ate a lot.
Italy winds up crying and frowning. Surprisingly became extremely withdrawn when Germany tried to comfort him
But he recovers after eating and is able to smile bit by bit.
So, turns out my brain did want to go 50 MPH and make these longer than planned! Yay-
#hetalia#aph#hws#hetalia world stars#hetalia american#hetalia england#hetalia france#hetalia china#hetalia russia#hetalia germany#hetalia japan#hetalia Italy#I made myself emotional ♥️
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Change of Mind
Pairing: jimin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Note: this was my very first work last November 2020. I tried to give it an ending but, I genuinely cannot think of a good ending for this story. it sucks but whatever. pls send me your ideas aaa i would love to read them. thank you for supporting me!! i adore y'all! :) <3
You hate children.
Everyone who knows you knows that. They really can’t convince you to pick up their baby, or coo at them. They didn’t even try to hide the disappointment in their eyes when they saw you roll your eyes when their children copy you. They keep pestering you about how you hate children when one day you’re going to have one. The thought made you smirk, as if. It’s easy to say that you won’t have one because you don’t have time as a single busy woman. And also, they’re pretty loud and dumb. They’re always so dependent; can’t do things on their own.
“I think you’re being too hard,” your brother, Namjoon, said. He was a married man for 4 years now. You can see the dark bags in his eyes as he looked at you in concern. You rolled your eyes as you already know where this is going. “They’re just kids,” he added.
“We’ve had this conversation for a long time, can’t we drop it already?” you said a little loud out of frustration. Namjoon shushed you, scared to wake up his cranky daughter. By the way, you were at their house because it was your pregnant sister-in-law’s birthday. They invited you this morning, and you decided to drop by for a little greetings and told her that your gift will be a little late, which she didn’t mind. “ughh! It’s getting late. I’m going home.” You said irritatedly.
“Okay, so you see, I have a very important meeting tomorrow,” he began. You know something was off, and you’re not going to like it because of the way he slowly and carefully stated his words. You don’t want to hear it, honestly. But you didn’t and can’t cut him off because first, it’s disrespectful; after all, he is the oldest, and second is that, he beat you to it. “I need you to attend the family day in Miyoung’s school.”
You were bewildered, maybe beyond that but, you were. He knows that you hate children, why would he do that? Is it because you’re the only one who is free on Fridays? That’s not even an acceptable excuse. You hated children! You expressed countless times of how irritating they are, how can your niece be any different? Is it because he raised her? You looked away for a second, not knowing what to say. You brought your gaze up, about to protest until you caught a glimpse of his tired pleading eyes, you had no choice but to comply. “Fine, but you owe me 50 dollars,” you agreed with a groan.
Namjoon smiled weakly, knowing his pregnant wife doesn’t have to stress herself up for this school activity and get all the rest she needs. “I’ll double it if Miyoung comes home with a smile.” He said, playing along with his sister’s antics. “By the way, it starts at 8:00am. Don’t be late.”
“Fine,” was all you said standing up to reach your bag. “I’ll be here tomorrow, 7:00am sharp. Thank you for the meal, Oppa. I’ll be going now.” You stated, from you professional voice to a surprisingly calm voice after the news of babysitting your niece.
Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day.
You finished your morning routine with a groan and a pep talk. This is only for today. This is only going to last a few hours. After that you’ll have the peace away from children. After that pep talk, you left your garage to go to your brother’s house to fetch your niece. You internally wished she’s not as annoying as any other kids her age.
You arrived 15 minutes later. Seeing how your niece is crying in front of a kneeling Namjoon made you realize that she hates this idea, too. She’s scared of you, that’s for sure. But, what can you do? Imagine your babysitter hates children. Damn.
“Why can’t you go instead, Daddy? She hates me, I know it!” your niece said as she started to sob louder, not stopping any sooner no matter how much your brother is trying to convince him.
“She doesn’t hate you, baby. She’s just jealous because she’s old and lonely.” He said as if he didn't know you'd already arrived. You scoffed loudly at that. It was almost funny. You…jealous of a kid? Pleaaaaase. “It’s only for today, Miyoungie. I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll get ice cream after this event is finished.” He ended, knowing his daughter is a weakling for ice cream.
“Fine.” She stubbornly said. Angrily stomping to the shotgun seat of your car.
Namjoon walked towards you with a paper bag in his hands. “Here’s her costume, by the way. I think the event ends at 3pm. It’s only 7:15, have you had your breakfast?” he rambled. Even though he was annoying most of the time in your childhood, he was, no doubt, caring.
“I’m fine. Has she had her breakfast or do I need to drive her to McDonald’s?” you smirked victoriously, proud at your comeback sass. It didn’t last long though after Namjoon playfully smacked your head with the word pabo leaving his mouth. “Anyway, we’ll be going now. Don’t worry, she’ll be safe.
Namjoon handed you the paper bag filled with clothes and lunch box for two before walking towards his daughter, kneeling to her height and hugging her. He whispered something to her tiny ear before she nodded. He wiped her tears away. He opened the door to the passenger’s seat of your car, making sure he fastened the seatbelt as he closed the door gently, not wanting to startle his daughter.
You went to the driver’s side to finally start the car. You badly want to end this day. You glanced at your niece who was sulking beside you. I mean, who could blame her tho? This was so unplanned. She already informed her dad about this last week. And now, he’s telling her that he won’t be able to attend so he needed you as a substitute guardian. Isn’t that a little heartbreaking? But, anyway, your niece just wants to get close to you.
“Are you ready to go, kiddo?” you asked in a surprisingly calm manner. You saw how she nodded cutely. So you reached for the clutch and got ready to go.
The silence between you was pleasant, it surprised you. Everything about today surprised you.
You feel the stares Miyoung was giving you. They weren’t out of hatred or adoration. It was out of curiosity. Maybe something about you fascinated the toddler’s tiny mind. ‘What did Daddy mean when he said that she is lonely? Is she sad? Is that really why she hates me? Is she going to eat me?’
“What is it?” you asked, growing frustrated by the curious glares she gave you. She looked away, and shrugged.
“Daddy said to not cause you any trouble. If I do, you’re going to eat me. Is that true, Aunty?” she said with a slightly shaky voice. So that’s how he raises his kids huh. “Please don’t eat me, Aunty.” She faced her body towards you with her hands clasped together, practically begging.
It was cute, no doubt. Is that what Namjoon whispered to this baby? You laughed at the thought. For the first time in, like, your whole life, a child has made you laugh. Your niece’s eyes widened at your laugh. The tiny toddler is overthinking too much for her tiny mind to handle. She now thinks you’re really going to eat the sweet sweet child.
“What?! AHAHA. NO! Of course not. Why would I eat you? I don’t eat children, that’s gross.” You said between your laughs. Feeling the atmosphere between you lighten up. This day was going better than you thought it would be.
Maybe kids aren’t so bad after all.
After a few hours of meeting (more like seminar or something) with the parents and this really charming teacher, accompanying Miyoung to eat her sandwich and her meal but she offered you her sandwich because you don’t have anything to eat even though you have money but she insisted so you accepted, and phone calls from your work, it is time for the little performance the toddlers from this said kindergarten prepared for their ‘parents’. So that’s the costume for, now I get it. You thought as Miyoung came up to you and handed you the video camera that you didn’t know that she had. Maybe Namjoon packed it since he couldn’t go.
The performance was good, entertaining even. You felt like a proud mama cheering for her baby while holding the camera. It surprises you on how you reacted, you seemed really fond of the child, and you were though.
After the performance was done, the crowd dispersed into sections, making the columns and rows you all formed a while ago a mess. Miyoung rushed into you and held your hand. And suddenly, your phone rang. You let go of your niece’s hand to reach for the phone in your right pocket.
It was no surprise that it’s your boss. “It’s me, Sir Kim. What seems to be the problem?” you said. What could be the problem? Mr. Kim always bothered you, like he was really annoying. And now, you’ve filed your one-week leave and yet, he’s still bothering you and bombarding you with work. Man, he’s the worst.
“Nothing, I was just saying you got the promotion. Have fun on your leave.” With that, he hung up. Maybe he’s not so bad after all, pfft. That was amazing news, so amazing that you decided to take Miyoung to an ice cream parlor yourself and treat her with her favorite ice cream that you had no idea of.
You were happy, so happy that when you put it back to your pocket and reached for your niece’s hand, she wasn’t there.
Oh no. I’m doomed. Namjoon’s going to kill me. You thought as you started formulating a plan on searching for Miyoung. Internally panicking. What to do? You scanned the whole area to see if someone found Miyoung. Unfortunately, the messy crowd started to disperse slowly.
The pounding of your chest, beads of sweat start forming on your forehead as you spin around trying to look for a familiar small girl with a yellow humongous ribbon on her head. You were out of luck. Stupid phone call. Stupid promotion. Stupid boss. Stupid life!
You approached a middle-aged woman who looked like a principal in this kindergarten, thinking it would help you search for your niece. But then, an unknown number called you. Anxiety filled your stomach, a slight ringing in the background was heard, then silence.
Oh no, is Miyoung kidnapped? Are they going to ask me for ransom? Why is this happening? You thought as your shaky hands answered the phone.
“Hello? Hello, Miss?” a sweet honey-voiced man talked through the phone. He didn’t sound like a mysterious criminal, did he?
“Hello? Who is this?” you cringed at how shaky your voice was, you should’ve sounded tough not like some scared girl.
“Oh, where are my manners! I’m Park Jimin, Miss. Kim Miyoung’s teacher. I found your business card on the child’s ID. Don’t worry she’s in good hands but, be sure to pick her up though. We’re at the teacher’s faculty. I’ll hang up now.” He started, sounding so sure and professional.
You have finally arrived at your destination, the teacher’s faculty. You see Miyoung, sitting on a chair with a chocolate in her hand, eating happily while she swings her feet.
A man approached you, just as you reached to Miyoung. The man smiled down at you. “You must be Y/N. Miyoung’s this way.” With that, he led you to the faculty room that your niece was staying on.
“Aunty!” she shouted as she jumped off the chair, ran to you and hugged you as if you were the one who got lost. “Jiminie told me that he’ll buy me ice cream if I behave until you arrive.” She said, giggling. “Now that you’ve arrived, I can finally have my ice cream!”
“Jiminie?” you asked, curiously. “I thought he was your teacher?” you added.
“Yeah, but he’s daddy’s best friend so it’s fine.” Huh, that explains it. “Come on, Jiminie. You still have to get me ice cream.” She said as she skidded away from you and closer to the teacher who happened to be your brother’s best friend.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him to you, almost stumbling at how much height difference they have. “Woah, easy Miyoung.” The teacher said between his laughs. He genuinely seemed to be enjoying kids his whole life. Heck, why would he even be a teacher if he doesn’t?
You didn’t think you could handle being in the same room with someone the total opposite of you yet, here you are. Everything about this day seemed to surprise you. “Wait, are you even done with your work? We don’t want to cause you any trouble.” You said. Well, that came out wrong. It sounded like you didn’t want to be with him. Wait, no…not really. It's nice having him around, maybe cudd—NO Y/N, you just met hi—
“Y/N? Y/N, right? I was just telling you that my shift was done half an hour ago.” He said, interrupting your internal rumbling. You looked away from the scene of trees swaying with the wind to glance at the handsome guy looking at you in concern. “Uhm, shall we take your car or mine?” he asked, fidgeting the keys latched to the belt loop of his pants.
“Uhm, I’m not sure. Huh, I guess I haven’t thought about that. Miyoung?” you looked away from the stunning man to look at your side thinking that your niece might be by your side. But sadly, she was long gone to her teacher’s side, trying to pull his weight away from the direction of your car.
“Let’s go to Jiminie’s car! His car smells like vanilla and strawberries!! C’mon c’mon!” She squealed to you while pulling on her teacher.
You shrugged. So much for an ice cream, you thought as you followed the two.
The whole ride was surprisingly pleasing. Miyoung was right, his car smells good. Strawberries and vanilla.
You glanced to your left, looking at his hand at the clutch lever. By the way, you were on the passenger’s seat since Miyoung insisted that she needed space. You became silent, staring at your niece. What did she mean when she said she needed space? Is she trying to sell you out? You thought as you continued to watch her looking around, trying to find something. And then, she pulled a blanket from the back of the car. She happily hugged it before spreading it to cover her tiny body. She sat up again, reaching for a certain purple pillow.
To say that you were confused was an understatement. You reached for the door handle of the passenger’s seat before boarding. You finally noticed that Jimin was watching the whole scene. He explained that he was the one who Namjoon asked to drive her daughter. And that today was different since he had to assist and entertain parents so he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Miyoung. You nodded in understanding.
“We’re here,” you snapped out of your daze when you heard his sweet honey voice rang throughout the car. You turned your body to look at your niece, you noticed that she’s still in her mini dreamland. You unbuckle your seatbelt before going around the car to wake Miyoung up. You opened the car that was facing the top of her head, noticing the slow but calm pace of her breathing while she sleeps. Just as you lifted your hand to shake her shoulder awake, a hand grabbed your wrist. “She gets cranky if you shake her awake. Let me do it,” he said before letting you go slowly.
You step aside to give him a way to Miyoung’s head. You tilted your head to the side to watch what he was doing. He was stroking her head gently as he whispers into her ear. It freaking worked. She sat up while rubbing her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her off his car. She looked at you before waving her hands enthusiastically before yelling, “Hi Aunty.” You waved back before walking to Jimin’s side.
You leaned towards him to give him a compliment, “You’re really good with children.” He looked down at you before facing forward, smiling adorably. He mumbled a small ‘thank you’ as he led the way.
You finally reached to Miyoung’s favorite ice cream park in front of a park. The place was spacious yet, simple. Groomed trees around it, benches and a playground. It’s the perfect destination to couples, and couples with children. That’s probably why this is Miyoung’s favorite place.
Jimin sets Miyoung down as he goes to the counter to place an order. You saw how Miyoung immediately ran towards the playground, communicating with some kids her age. You turned your head towards Jimin who was looking at you, “Yes? Is there something wrong?” you asked him.
“Uhm what flavor do you want? My treat,” he said, pulling out his wallet. you held out your hand, about to tell him that he didn’t need to buy you an ice cream, He was persistent as he said, “don’t worry, it’s on me.”
“Cookies n’ cream,” you mumbled while looking down. He nodded then faced the cashier attendant. You unknowingly pouted when you noticed they were close to each other, whispering something between themselves. You saw him moved away, shaking his head as if he was denying something. You turned away towards the playground, just to forget the scene and also, to keep an eye on Miyoung. She seemed to be enjoying her life as a kid. Lucky.
Jimin shyly cleared his throat, snapping you out of your daze. You noticed he was holding two cones. He handed you the cookies n’ cream flavor, before turning back to get Miyoung’s favorite ice cream. “Thank you, though you didn’t have to,” you said, as you gave him a genuine smile.
“Nah, I wanted to,” he said as he giggled slightly. You two walked side by side towards the playground. You sat on a bench while munching on your ice cream. He called your niece to give her her ice cream. She ran towards him immediately before going back to the playground. Jimin sat beside you as he started to devour his ice cream. “So, Namjoon-hyung’s sister?” he started, facing you.
You snorted lightly at how awkward he sounded when the question left his mouth. He looked at you, amused. “Yeah, and you’re his best friend?” you said with just right amount of sass while you raised your eyebrow at him. “How come I’ve never heard of you before?” you asked with genuine curiosity as you faced the scene before you.
“Hmm, probably Namjoon-hyung forgot again. You know how he forgets stuff like that.” he said facing the same directions you’re looking at. It’s hard not to notice how the air around you is claiming, and the getting-to-know conversation the two of you are having feels like two best friends catching up with each other. It was nice. “I heard that you hated children. Why is that?” he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.
You shrugged. You were about to answer but a detail on his sentence stopped you. “Hated? What do you mean? I still hate them.” you said, calmly. You inhaled before talking, contemplating what to say. “Well, I just don’t like how high-maintenance they are. They always demand attention and can’t do things on their own. But, I can stand children; just don’t let them copy me. I hate how they do things I do.” You finished your rant with a sigh. You turned your head to Jimin who nodded in understanding, he looked amused. Fuck, I sound like a child.
He let out a short laugh as he leaned towards you. “Same, but I find it adorable though,” He said, trying to ease himself. “To answer your first question, you seem too fond of Miyoung, so I assumed that you have changed your mind,” he ended before proceeding to continue his ice cream.
“what? I mean, she’s a great kid...she doesn’t annoy the hell out of me,” you replied with a shrug. “Well, what about you? What’s something about children that fascinates you that you chose to be a teacher other than every other career that you can have?” you questioned him. You were grateful that he didn’t hate you for hating something he finds adorable.
Jimin looked towards the playground, thinking deeply for a wonderful example. “I love how innocent they are. They don’t have to worry about anything. All they want and need to do is to be happy and enjoy their childhood. And, I want to be a part of that wonderful memory.” He said as his eyes glowed in adoration of the kids playing with your niece. Laughter was heard as you two talked. “And then, there’s just the hint of pride whenever they achieve something. Even the tiniest victories, they’re so happy,” he added. He was shaking his fist adorably as if trying to contain his excitement.
“I think you’re going to be a great dad in the future,” you complimented, giving him a sweet smile.
“Thanks, I think you’re going to be a great mom too. Someday, he said.
An unfamiliar warmth swells up to your chest as you took in his words. “Yeah. Someday.”
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