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babsisbakery · 5 months

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A Lions fight (Leah Williamson x reader)

The end was kinda rushed uups

Christmas was her favourite time of the year, getting to eat chocolate, spending much time with her loved ones, going to the advent markt and playing in the snow. Her inner child always came out during this holiday season. Since you’ve spent three christmas seasons with her as her girlfriend you figured out how she behaves while being in the holiday spirit. Like a child.

Everyone knew Leah couldn’t cook but she was eager to keep you company while baking. She even tries to help. Only giving her the responsibility of smaller tasks, as you don’t want to repeat the events of last week. Your dear girlfriend forgot to cover the mixer, dough everywhere. On the kitchen counter, the fricking kitchen door, the floor and walls. It definitely wasn’t amusing to clean the whole mess up. Some stains remained on the wall, which you had to repaint as Leah is still in recovery.

Leah begged you to make a video of her opening the door of the advent calender. It was for an advertisement, which she loved to do. Your girlfriend and you received christmas sweaters and free chocolate. Who in their right mind says no to free chocolate? She got extremely excited opening the mini door for the first December. She savoured the taste of chocolate. Making funny faces in the process. After posting the video on her social media, it was your turn. Since your advent calendar wasn’t the same as hers, she was on her toes to find out what was hiding behind yours. A mini chocolate angel. As a true gooner, it reminded her of her Arsenal heritage. The defender began to sing “The Angel”. “As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home”, with a massive grin plastered on her face. You stare confused at her, not catching up on what your love is singing. “Liefje what are you singing?” you asked amused. Instead of answering she closed the distance between your bodies. Wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. “Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone” she kept on singing. Your arms finding their place around her neck. You popped in your small treat. Letting the texture of the chocolate dissolve on your tongue, your receptors being hit by a combo of bitter and sweet. In the meantime, your eyes connected with Leah’s, staring into each other's souls. This intimate moment got better when your lover decided to kiss you. A sweet and tender kiss, igniting a fire in your heart, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Leah’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Granting her entrance with delight, her tongue explored your mouth. Slightly sucking on yours. “Mmm you taste delicious, like chocolate.” “Leah, you little shit.” Of course, her plan was to get some of your chocolate. Honestly you should have seen it coming. Smacking her head lightly. “What? I just love sweets. It’s not my fault.”, she responded with faux innocence. “Mhm keep telling yourself that schatje.”, you placed your right hand on her chest and pulled her in for a short kiss. After pulling away, your girlfriend chased your lips. A pout formed as she wanted to proceed with the minor make-out session in the kitchen. Hence why you pecked her lips a few more times.

Getting ready for a game normally doesn't take long. Only this time a dispute arose. Leah wanted you to wear her England jersey but they are playing your home country. How could you betray the Netherlands? Additionally being Viv’s cousin, you’d made your mind up. With Miedema written on the back of your shirt, which was actually your last name, you were ready to leave. Usually you wore Leah’s shirt but you wanted to show Viv support, you hoped for her to be subbed on and

get some minutes. You promised Leah to wear her shirt to the next game, she reluctantly agreed. No doubt wanting you to always have her shirt on. She always loved seeing you with her stuff, her last name on your back was the cherry on top. She promised herself to make you hers for once and for all someday. Already searching for suitable rings to propose to you. Of course she wasn't aware of you doing the exact same. Only Amanda and Viv were aware that both of you were on the lookout for engagement rings. Having figured out each other's ring size through those two wonderful women.

Arriving at the stadium you were in awe. The atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Fans cheering loudly while the players are warming up. You were pretty early there due to Leah wanting to visit the girls before kickoff. You on the other hand went to the dutchies. They were quite fond of you, Viv had dragged you to some events where you’ve met most of the leeuwinnen. Exchanging hugs and good luck wishes were on your agenda. Subsequently, you had a quick chat with your cousin, reassuring her that she’d play well. Recently she hasn’t been the most confident about performance. “Anna Margaretha Marina Astrid Miedema you got this, i believe in you and so do your teammates. When you get out there I want you to destroy the English. You got me dear cousin? Afterwards I’ll be saying: she ate and left no crumbs.” Viv hugged you tightly and whispered “Thank you Y/n, you really are my favourite cousin.””I’d be shocked if I wasn’t, I am your only cousin.”, your face showed a non amused expression. “Alright, I’ll leave you to get ready, need to meet up with Leah to go to our seats” Waving goodbye to everyone and them shouting goodbye back as you left.

After finding Leah in one of the many hallways, you went to your seats. Of course they were in the family section. As the game started you both were extremely excited but also on edge. This game could cost England the qualification as well as the Netherlands. When Beerensteyn scored two times in the first half you were ecstatic but didn’t show it too much. Jumping off your seat two times was enough celebration, not wanting to rub it under Leah’s nose. Speaking of your girlfriend, she was fuming next to you. Criticising every mistake made on the pitch. You were sure some memes would be created of her expressions during the game.

As the added time was announced Leah stood up “Babe I’ll be back. Just need to have a likkle chat with the girls.” “Alright my love. Please don’t be too harsh on them.” She mumbled something under her breath as a reply. You continued to watch the game until it was halftime. Getting up to get your girlfriend some water and something to munch on during the second half.

Leah entered the changing room. She leaned against the wall and waited for the girls to come. Shortly after her the girls entered. Some with heads hanging down, some had an unreadable expression. Everyone made their way to the cubbies, expecting Serena to yell at them but instead they found Leah. Now she stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Serena

watched from the door as the true captain of the team gave them a speech. It motivated every player, gave them feedback and told them to get their shit together. Serena herself couldn’t have done a better job, she certainly was proud of the injured player. “Kick some ass girls, I know you can do it. We won the Euros for Christ's sake. You have the ability to beat them, we’ve done it before. Get out there and show them who’s the boss. I believe in you.” and with that Leah left the changing room leaving the “stage” to Serena.

Seeing them play in the second half was as if a switch had been turned. More ball control, more opportunities and some changes. The lionesses flipped the tables, the game now in their favour. Still with the narrow victory the chances of qualifying weren’t the greatest. The game against Scotland would have to be an epic one, with loads of goals.

As soon as the match ended Leah and you went on the field. Even after the win some of the girls were in tears. They were disappointed in themself. Leah joined them in the circle, she was proud of the girls, even if the game could have been better. They managed a comeback, they still had a chance. Nothing was lost yet, that's what she told the girls and she was right. Nothing was carved into stone, everything was possible.

#oranje leeuwinnen #england lionesses #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal women #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader

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hwaightme · 6 months

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ateez as signs of love (relationship hcs)

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8️⃣ pairing: bf!ateez x gn!reader 8️⃣ genre: headcanons, fluff, established long-term relationships 8️⃣ summary: the lessons, the comfort that love teaches and gives you, in a series of 8 headcanons with each of these beautiful souls 8️⃣ wordcount: 2.4k total 8️⃣ warnings/tags: not edited, drabble-style hcs, enamoured simping activated, soft and focused on subtle signs of love, energies that people give 8️⃣ taglist: at the bottom of the hcs 8️⃣ a/n: this anniversary holds a lot of significance to me, and i want to celebrate ateez together. i am forever grateful that they are in my life, and are a source of joy and hope. happy ateez day everyone. much love~

hongjoong

matching outfits, both in subtle and in louder ways - sharing accessories like earrings and rings, or colour coordinating for events you are attending together - a quiet signal that even if you are not loud about it, you two belong together and are on the same wavelength

lyrics dedicated to you and to what you have been through as a couple - how you have evolved and what you have seen and experienced; evolution through musical genre and through musical complexity - nods to travels, movies, conversations…

adoring glances across the room, wide smiles and hearty laughter at the silliest jokes simply because they are inside jokes in the language you two invented

challenging one another, proposing new viewpoints and debating on creative projects and ways forward in a healthy manner, while being each other’s number one fans and supporters; you can count on one another’s honest opinion, open arms and mind

late night calls, or calls that run through the entire night where you two either work remotely, or first connect under the pretense of sharing something but end up updating, chatting away, calming your hearts

becoming the second voice of reason, counting on the other to support and be the clarity when one is feeling distressed or unable to make a quick call of judgement or decision

encouraging freedom - two people with their own dreams and goals, respectful of space and time and working to maintain this even in a relationship; a powerful dynamic where the sky's the limit, and even then, you find a way to go above and beyond

having clear priorities and plans that span years, facing the future side by side and mapping it out against both individual and couple variables

seonghwa

feeling comfortable and safe to discuss feelings, fears, hopes, dreams, curled up on the couch together, drama left frozen on the television screen; bodies intertwined, hearts beating steadily, calmly, in a world built for two; deep conversations turning into pivotal moments, not being afraid to reveal and expose yourself to the other, being accepted and facing inner turmoil no longer alone

exploring and introducing each other to your interests and passions, learning and growing together, and in turn forming an even stronger connection through shared references, media, jokes; knowing each other's preferences and orders by heart, wordlessly sharing any meal with smiles on your faces and knowing what to send to one another when physically apart

order in a comfortable silence when doing chores or walking side by side in places you both love and cherish, wonderful chaos when both of you let go and play like kids again; reconnecting with all versions of yourselves and finding each one precious

encouraging each other to accept yourselves but also to expand horizons and to love both the world and the small things - operating by the “no harm in trying” principle

seeing each person as a universe, and other people, things, interests and events in their life as stars that form beautiful constellations - linking what is previously seen as disparate and making a new direction to develop into

making playlists for different moods, activities to suit the season, planning evenings days and mornings and then living through them with a serene enjoyment; reevaluating and rebuilding habits, finding fun in frustrations

returning home be it to an actual house or through the phone, talking about everything and nothing, and encouraging one another to try your best while maintaining a healthy balance

a safe space, because you are each other's home and no matter what you will be there to listen, to speak, to write the next lines in the poem of life together

yunho

reading each other's emotions and wordlessly showing support, be it through a touch of the hand or through the offering of a favourite snack or a kind word

playful competition, racing one another to the front door of your home, laughter ringing in the air; seeing the brighter side of the world together, and reminding one another that it exists when the going gets tough

spontaneous getaway to a beloved holiday destination, healing and relaxing together away from commotion and chaos - finding peace in quiet conversation and taking flights or drives as an opportunity to reflect, to free oneself and to simply focus on the journey itself

walking in nature, holding hands and listening to birdsong and shrill cries of cicadas - valuing the process of grounding oneself and listening to inner thoughts, beliefs and feelings

road trips and long walks, exploring new sights and making every place a shared new memory and a precious moment; moving beyond a set “base” when it comes to home, and treating the world like your home to find the place that you both truly belong to

remembering even the smallest events and details from years ago and holding them as invaluable, celebrating anniversaries by revisiting representations of said memories

quoting your favourite lines from films or video games, re-enacting scenes together and crafting impromptu performances in the living room before collapsing in adorable giggles

finding the world in one another’s eyes, catching each other off guard in the best way with sweet comments and with absent-minded touches of the hand, reassurance that even when your mind is elsewhere, you have an anchor, you have a person who you are racing… not against, but with

yeosang

perseverance - in times where you face trouble, a hurdle, a tumble downwards, you reach out to help the other to stand up again, and take pride in having gone through so much and now having that special someone with whom nothing is as scary

surrounding yourselves with kindness and positive energy - having a home that is safe, secure and reflects both of you perfectly; gradually and subtly learning about each other’s hidden parts, adoring them all the same

learning to accept help, and leaning on one another when difficulties arise; openly communicating and being able to voice concerns and questions - feeling comfortable to do so

playful banter and witticisms, knowing when to humble one another but also when to lift one another up; being able to non-verbally communicate when in larger groups

appreciating one another’s efforts and valuing improvements, hard work, acts of service that have been done discreetly

walking huddled under a large umbrella to your favourite cafe, ordering ice cream and drifting to the seats that have become yours and his; speaking quietly, recollecting the happenings of the day, calmly making puzzle pieces connect into a bigger picture

finding comfort in routine; one that starts as a schedule and slowly becomes automatic; you two moving in one space like in a fluid dance, clockwork from one task to another

playing not to win but for the sake of spending time together - becoming an unbeatable duo in matches and subconsciously knowing each other’s style and approach when it comes to both communication and video games

san

reading excerpts from books and poetry aloud to one another in the late evening, bundled up together in a warm throw blanket

learning your favourite songs, humming or singing them to you as you slow dance in the kitchen - monologues and confessions said through music and little gestures of affection, though in a private space, the words spill and you are wrapped in reassurance

hand on the small of your back, a subtle reminder of how even in the busiest spaces, in places where you feel like you are fading away, there is always someone beside you, ready to support you and someone who cares

recounting stories from childhood, talking about home together and building a new one, first through conversation, then in reality; seeing the picture of you and him as clear as day

headpats, nuzzling, ruffling of the hair, sleepy embraces in the early morning that transition into a hand on the thigh, a soft brush of the upper arm, a move of a strand of hair from your face, a stolen kiss, or simply sitting so close that you almost become one

learning to set up healthy boundaries, barriers and principles, and respecting each other’s - having unspoken unbreakable rules that lead to healthy communication and mutual support, and supporting one another in finding limits externally and enforcing them for the wellbeing of oneself

living passionately, and taking each day into the heart to experience it fully; taking the time to evaluate all of its elements and taking what serves you best while still appreciating things that might not be as valuable

remembering your roots and loving your origins, being proud of your individuality and of what an who you represent; finding or strengthening the connections with who you are and who you want to be, separately and together

mingi

waiting to watch a movie or a show together - watching it twice because you were analysing every moment and chatted away, intrigued by one another’s minds

dispelling each other’s concerns and worries when it comes to perception, communication and achievement - being able to whittle down to exact doubts and unravelling them until a smile forms on your beloved’s face

checking in on each other’s emotional capacity and learning to ask for signs when the other might overflow - encouraging minimising the bottling up of emotions and dedicating time to talk things through

spending time getting lost in history and in innovation, expanding intellectual horizons by visiting events, exhibitions, talks to see all that the creatives and innovators of the world are conjuring - pondering all you have witnessed together

giving each other courage, hyping each other up and loving every colour - inventing cheers and chants, secret handshakes, signals, making up songs about random things on the spot and their recital becoming a tradition

admiring differences, and studying them with a beautiful curiosity; not fearing to ask the ‘why’, the ‘how’ continuously because there is no limit to wonder

comfort in introspection and self-discovery; encouraging exploration of the self and of own interests, but always reconnecting, forming a network of possibility between thought, learnings, ideas

going with the flow, and bringing the flow to each other - sometimes, transition into a new landscape or environment is easy, other times, you need a helping hand; both of you are ready to lead the other into a new world and will wait for as long as necessary

wooyoung

family, the feeling of belonging - “you are my person and I will fight for you”; strong circle of trusted people, a network that you can rely on and of course, the strong bond between you

even when alone, you are not lonely; the feeling that even when you have to be apart for some time, you are still there with and for one another, one call away; even though you would be playful, you are always emotionally available, and past the teasing is boundless love

adventures to places far away, still home because it is the two of you travelling; exploring with an open mind and daring one another to step outside of comfort zones, to take the leap, to bloom

candlelit dinners after a cooking turned jam session - dancing with spatulas in hand, yelling out the lyrics to any and all songs, learning them on the fly; long stares and cheeky jokes exchanged across the table, dressing up for no reason except to impress each other

love that expands past the two of you - your friend groups, your families, pets… the social landscape is boundless and you trust each other to navigate it smoothly - permanent plus one, double trouble, partners in crime, the best team

gentle scolding to take care of yourselves, prioritising each other’s health and wellbeing, keeping each other out of harm’s way while retaining a fiery spirit

healing from past insecurities through words and actions - nurturing beauty that is both internal and external, and giving each other hope in every tomorrow through warm smiles and even warmer hugs

not being afraid to stand up for one another, for what you believe in, for the greater good - lover and fighter do go hand in hand after all, and lead to a respectful relationship where adventure and a blazing passion are still very much alive

jongho

evenings spent at a noraebang you now frequent, singing songs that have grown to describe your relationship, the months, years you have known one another; serenades you dedicate, classics you belt in a duet

retaining the air of pleasant mystery until both of you break into a grin and melt into a soft laughter; knowing glint in the eyes, you do not need to say much, for your actions speak volumes

being considerate, making space and in this way, turning home into an ideal, stable equilibrium where company feels natural, essential, even if all you do during the day is sit in different rooms - there is bliss in knowing that in that other room is the one you love and the one who loves you

walks in the park, stopping to sit on a bench in a particularly scenic spot overlooking a pond, under the trees - reminding each other to pause and to look around you, enjoying the moment and appreciating how much has changed, and for the better

beauty and love in order - from how you like your coffee, to what you prefer to wear and how, to how you carry yourself and to what side of your loved one you prefer to walk, these small points all make you who you are and are details that make your story

praising and joining in a little bit of mischief - you know you have to act a certain way, but sometimes, nothing feels better than letting go and playing a cute prank or a game

noticing the tiniest changes in one another, and either raising them as a question, or complimenting them depending on what it is - well-attuned, responsive, kind, attentive

sometimes, you might support different teams, or do so simply for harmless fun, but at the end of the day you find the same goals to score, the same game to place, and will always back each other up and assist towards great successes

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astrolovecosmos · 1 month

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Chiron in Aries as a spiritual warrior is confronting, impulsive, and strong. They embrace the bravery needed to navigate self-discovery, healing of the ego or identity, and empowerment overall. They fight for their soul. Despite this self-focus they can be good at getting others passionate about a cause or sense of justice.

Chiron in Taurus as a spiritual warrior embodies grounded healing, stability, and prosperity. They face issues of self-worth and material security with resilience. They can get stronger with a deep connection to nature, with self-acceptance, and seeing intrinsic value in things or people. Chiron in Taurus teaches that true healing arises from a strong sense of worthiness and connection to what you can create, nurture, or sustain.

Chiron in Gemini as a spiritual warrior is intellectually agile, communicative, and adaptable. They confront inner conflicts through dialogue, seeking understanding and integration. Embracing the power of words and ideas, they navigate the complexities of their psyche and relationships with curiosity and flexibility. They fight for clarity of thought and the liberation of the mind.

Chiron in Cancer as a spiritual warrior is the protector, guard, and natural healer. They address inner wounds with empathy and sensitivity, embracing vulnerability as a path to healing. Guided by intuition and the wisdom of the heart, they navigate the depths of their emotional landscape with compassion and courage. They fight for emotional security and the healing of ancestral patterns, fostering a sense of belonging and nurturing within themselves and others.

Chiron in Leo as a spiritual warrior is bold, creative, and fiercely authentic. They mend inner wounds related to self-expression and validation with heart and passion. Embracing their unique gifts and talents, they shine brightly as beacons of self-love and empowerment. They are guided by an inner fire and can inspire others to embrace their own sovereignty and creative potential. They fight for the liberation of the authentic self and the reigniting of a spiritual flame. They can also act as spiritual leaders at times.

Chiron in Virgo as a spiritual warrior is meticulous, analytical, and devoted to their causes or sense of justice. They must deal with inner wounds related to self-criticism and perfectionism with humility and acceptance. Embracing the power of self-care and service, they navigate the journey of self-improvement with precision and compassion. Guided by a desire for wholeness, they seek to heal themselves and others through practical, tangible means. They fight for inner purity and the integration of mind, body, and spirit.

Chiron in Libra as a spiritual warrior is guided by a desire for peace, they fight for inner equilibrium and harmonious connections. They fight and defend their inner peace and level-headedness. Logic and objectivity being tools for them on their healing journey. Embracing pros and cons of intimate or partnership-like dynamics, fighting for fairness, and seeking justice are all battles for this soul. Inner beauty, kindness, and grace are their weapons.

Chiron in Scorpio as a spiritual warrior delve into the shadows of the psyche, embracing the power of regeneration and healing. Guided by a profound understanding of the cycle of death and rebirth, they navigate the soul's journey with passion, intensity, and emotional strength. These are perceptive beings that must learn a lot about inner power and outer power dynamics. They fight for the integration of darkness and light, embracing the alchemical process.

Chiron in Sagittarius as a spiritual warrior seek a spiritual truth, they seek meaning and purpose. They are guided by a spirit of adventure and a thirst for higher knowledge, they navigate the terrain of their inner world with courage and optimism. They fight for liberation from limiting beliefs and dogma, embracing the transformative power of open-mindedness and philosophical exploration.

Chiron in Capricorn as a spiritual warrior navigates the rocky terrain of their inner world with patience and perseverance. They fight for self-reliance and the empowerment of their true potential, embracing the promise of hard work and follow the path to personal and spiritual growth. They are responsible, enduring, and ambitious spiritual leaders or followers. They have a deep sense of integrity and duty.

Chiron in Aquarius as a spiritual warrior breaks free from societal norms and embrace their authenticity. Guided by a spirit of innovation and a desire for social change, they navigate the complexities of their inner world with unconventional wisdom and radical self-acceptance. They fight for the freedom of the soul and the advancement of humanity, embracing collaboration and progressive thinking on the path to spiritual evolution. They inspire, rebel, argue, and shake things up.

Chiron in Pisces as a spiritual warrior transcends with profound empathy and spiritual insight. They are drawn to ideas and practices of enlightenment, seeking to dissolve boundaries and connect with the universal consciousness. They confront wounds related to vulnerability and sacrifice with a deep sense of compassion and selflessness. They fight to defend the sanctity of spiritual realms and to safeguard the well-being of all beings, embracing the archetype of a hero who fights out of love and devotion.

#chiron #zodiac signs #zodiac #astrology #healing #aries #taurus #gemini #asteroid #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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teresajoan · 1 year

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Astrology: How trauma lives in the body via Mars signs

Warning - Content may be triggering. Reach out to those who love you and medical professionals when you need.

Aries Mars - Headaches, migraines, rapid heart rate, physical burn out and poor eye sight. Sudden outburst of anger and risk taking behaviour. May have an urge to carry a weapon as protection. Exercise, laughter and childhoid nostalgia can be healing.

Taurus Mars - Neck pain, throat conditions and infliction of the voice. Negatively affects the self worth. Healthy relationship with food and love is healing.

Gemini Mars - Hands and arms can feel shakey. Nervousness and tingles in the body. Hormonal deregulation. Trauma may be sibling related or occurred during teenage years. Ruled by Mercury, so self talk and words directly influence the body. Working with the hands can be healing, such as drawing, writing, video games and touch therapy. Strenuous physical exercise can be triggering, as the heart races the mind may experience this sensation as anxiety causing the mind to race faster. Therefore, relaxation exercises may be more therapeutic.

Cancer Mars - Can suffer from stomach problems, breast pain, lack of energy and digestive issues. Gaining weight and water retention around the stomach. Ruled by the moon, so the wellbeing and safety of the moon sign will have a direct affect on the body. Trauma within the body is likely to be family related or passed down from the maternal line. Water is healing. Swim in it, bath in it, drink it.

Leo Mars - Back pain, chest pain, heart pain. Inflicted solar plexus, causing the chest to cave inwards in an attempt to protect the heart and soul. Ruled by the sun, the self worth and life force directly affect the physical. Trauma within the body may be related to the Father or passed down through the paternal line. The sun, summertime, creativity and warmth is healing.

Virgo Mars - Nervousness in the body and hormonal deregulation. Unexplained illness or diseases. Feeling "dirty" or tainted. Ruled by Mercury, so self talk is absorbed by the body. It is important to keep the mind as healthy as the body. Physical injuries may occur as the body is pushed to be strong and healthy despite the mind.

Libra Mars - Lower back pain, ulsers and poor kidney health. Trauma may be relationship related or was a great injustices due to power dynamics. Witholds anger in the body. Believes they have rejected the feeling of anger, but they actually just suppress it.

Scorpio Mars - May manifest as sexual dysfunction, pain during sex or inflicting self-harm. Truama could have been deeply psychological. Can be prone to anger outbursts, which is triggered by their fear of being attacked or betrayed. The body may feel overwhelmed with emotion and pain. There is a strong need to re-gain strength and power. Exploring sexuality and the subconscious is empowering and deeply healing.

Sagittarius Mars - Truama can manifest physically as weight gain and discomfort in their thighs and hips. Ruled by Jupiter, the body heals when there is connection to spirituality, freedom and joy. Travelling can be physically healing.

Capricorn Mars - Restricting food, overeating, excessive exercise or burning their body out through work. Immensely self critical of the body. Aches in the bones and suffering skin conditions or scars. At times it may feel as if the skeleton wants to escape the body. Trauma is linked to the Father or people in positions of power.

Aquarius Mars - The body can feel alien or unusual to the person. Sudden disconnection to the physical self. Sudden outburst of emotions or anger. Trauma within the body may be linked to those in positions of power or social groups. Embracing their uniqueness is healing. May change their appearance or physical presentation suddenly as a way to re-establish ownership of the body.

Pisces Mars - Struggling to connect to the body and can disassociate. Pain in the feet. Difficulty feeling grounded and connected to the earth. Dance is healing and empowering.

You can also look at where Pluto is in the corresponding house, eg. Pluto in 12th = Mars in Pisces

#astrology #scorpio #astro observations #witchblr #witch #mars #mars signs #aries rising #aries #truama #healing #pluto #hades #sidereal zodiac #natal chart #astroblr #pisces

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4ngel-inc · 4 months

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𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 . . . ꪆ୧

𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 #𝟏 - december 22, 2023

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞: my greatest love. . . ᡴꪫ

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: your angel ‹𝟹

notes: reader is writing a letter to dazai (he's been off on a mission for months); you two are very much in love—very domestic & fluffy. dazai writes back to you at the end. ⋆ ˚｡⋆

warnings: fem reader. adult themes. this is so sappy i swear i'm insufferable :> don't even read it just block me i am so obnoxious, my love for him is an ocean & i'm drowning T.T

𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁 ࿐

my love,

i'm quite sick of you, to be honest. missing you so much is killing me. who gave you the right to be so handsome, so permeating? i feel you've intertwined yourself into every part of my life, willingly and knowingly. every part of my soul is yours—every cell in my body feels hollow when you're gone, each nerve muted and in violent disarray.

i can never stop thinking about your touch, your lips, everything that makes me feel so soft and warm when we're together.

remember the days when i used to hide my feelings from you? what happened to the cold and distant girl you used to chase around and send flirty texts to until i caved and gave you a chaste little kiss on the cheek to tide you over—until you finally made me yours, that is? i guess you've got me wrapped around your finger, after all. sly little thing, you are.

your presence is so exhilarating—why would you leave me? i now consider you a traitor. either love me or put me out of my misery—kill me or kiss me the moment you lay your eyes on me. you know i'm craving you so badly, i can hardly stand it.

even still, i worry about you—every single day. please understand this is not an insult to your strength or your ability to complete a mission you put your mind to—you are the strongest person i know, and yet, the most gentle soul. i wouldn't want to be on the opposite side of your ambitions. however, loving you has me feeling so anxious. i need you here with me.

waiting for the moment i can hold you again, and kiss all of your bruises. i want to hold your heart in my hands again, because my whole heart is yours.

𝓍

𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁 ࿐

my dearest angel,

i almost thought i'd died and gone to heaven when i read your letter. did you mean to address it to me? your love for me feels like a dream sometimes. even so, i'll die happily in this dream.

you know i can't wait to hold you again. if anything comforts you, know i feel the same way you do. all of my love will be waiting for you when i get home.

i know exactly what you need. i'll gladly give it to you.

my perfect love, my darling angel. let me kiss every inch of you—let me feel your body react to my every touch, let my mouth explore you and enjoy the taste of you again.

the memory of our bodies connecting haunts me—you're the one who must put me out of my own misery.

please never forget, my beautiful girl, everything i do is for you. i keep the world safe for you. i keep the light in my eyes for you. and if the day ever comes when i must choose this life over you, i'll die for you.

my heart will always be yours.

𝓍

#— love notes: [dazai] ୧ ‧₊#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd smut #bsd fluff #dazai smut #bsd headcanons #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x y/n #bsd x you

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the-axe-and-flail · 1 year

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Hashira- What they kiss like pt 1

Gyomei Himejima

(WARNING- NSFW topics, MDNI/18+ only)

Surely I'm not the only person who's spent far too much time thinking what it's like kissing every single Hashira, right? (minus Mui, he gets forehead kisses bc baby) Well then, let's go on an adventure, shall we?

Shinobu•Sanemi•Obanai•Tengen•Kyojuro•Giyuu•Mitsuri

Gyomei kisses you like you are the most delicate bone China he's ever held. He is reverent, worshiping at your lips as his fingers trace the sides of your face, your body humming with hymns he'd never dreamed of hearing. There is a deep and adoring connection when your lips meet, his busy hands begging to find rest as they intertwine into your hair. It almost hurts; the tug your heart gives when he lets a soft groan reverberate through your entire being as you pull away for air. His kisses are not greedy, nor are they lazy, but rather, they are admiring and awed. His lips quiver with emotion as they linger against yours, tarrying as if the answers to nirvana lay within them. He takes his time memorizing every curve of your lips, the touch of your tongue, and each and every gasp and sigh you give as he explores you. You are his most precious, his most important, and he makes sure you can feel that in the very depths of your heart each time he holds your face and leans in.

Gyomei's hands never leave you while you kiss, needing as many points of contact with you as he can get, but rest assured they are not idol. He loves to pull your entire body into him while he kisses you. Every inch of you touching him, as he is wrapped around you like a protective shield from all the terrible things in this world. His lips would part from yours only to find purchase on your neck, your collar bone, your jaw, but it would only last a moment before he longed to taste you again and find his way back to your kiss swollen lips.

Gyomei especially loves kissing you during sex. He craves to be as close to you, as unified with you as possible. If souls were not meant to touch, then why does his long for yours so fervently? Were he a seeing man, he'd relish in the love and desire he would read on your face while he was buried deep inside your welcomimg walls, but the connection of your lips make up for it 10 fold. He speaks words of exaltation against your jaw; his own sounds of pleasure signal the benediction to your lovemaking. At his climax, his hands so tenderly cup your face, a soft prayer, a declaration of love on the tip of his tongue as his mouth finds yours once again. This kiss is more needy, more passionate, filled with the longing to tell your spirit how profoundly he treasures you. He hopes with all his might that you understand a fraction of the depths of his love for you.

Gyomei kisses you only in private. He's not one for that kind of PDA, especially not something so wholly personal. A slayer has so few things that are truly private, he'd want to keep that part of your relationship just for you two. If you tease him a bit, letting your fingers linger on his forearms or circle his own fingertips, you can feel the shiver travel down his spine as he whispers about how very terrible you are to tempt him like that in public (not that he's serious mind you, but the ache in him doesn't stop until he can finally get you alone). He isn't the type to punish you for stirring him in inappropriate places, but the moment he gets you alone he will ask to feel you against him again.

#demon slayer #kny #kay's thoughts #gyomei himejima #kny gyomei #kimitsu no yaiba #gyomei x you #gyomei x reader #gyomei smut #look i just love this man okay you can pry him from my cold dead fingers 😭#not enough people adore him so now ive decided to make that everyone's problem #imma wake up and choose violence like this every damn day until his fans outnumber the stars #big resonance

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aris-ink · 1 year

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more ddlg jk please im so obsessed

ily <3

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance

warnings: manipulation, big corruption kink, dd/lg, hints of size and spit kink, lots of kissing, slight dub con, allusions to con noncon, intoxication, drugs (marijuanna), dirty talk, groping, bondage (ropes), praise, free use kink, loving humiliation (verbal), possessiveness, creampie, aftercare

Coming back from work, Jungkook found your sleepy form curled up on the bed, the nightlight setting a faint glow over the room. He crouched down on the floor and leaned in to kiss you, the affectionate greeting making your eyes flutter open. You tried to blink the drowsiness in them away, but it didn't seem to be quite working, and Jungkook felt his heart melt in his chest.

"Are you okay, princess?"

You breathed out slowly, your answer coming out mellow.

"I feel so weird, daddy."

He examined you with concern, the dull glaze of your eyes the first thing to catch his attention. Whatever he was about to say died in his throat, and he found himself stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked so small like this; barely holding on to consciousness, gazing into his eyes with all the love and trust your precious heart had to offer. It stirred something in his soul, something primal and sinister, instantly triggering its protective instincts.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He coaxed gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Did you eat properly?"

"Dinner," you nodded, sighing, "and some snacks."

Your answer was just as expected, but the innocence of it further provoked that thing in the shadows of his mind, and a pierced eyebrow raised at you cluelessly.

"What snacks? We ran out last night, baby. I got you some on the way home today."

You frowned at that, confusion seeping into your expression.

"No, we... still had some left... they- they were in the shelf... in the kitchen."

"Oh baby..." Jungkook sighed then, and lowered his lips to your forehead. "There's a reason daddy keeps those hidden. You probably shouldn't have touched that."

For a split second, when your eyes raised to meet his, he thought you had realized what happened, what he did, and his heart reacted in tandem with his cock, jumping. But then your small hand moved to reach for him. You couldn't have been cuter if you tried. Even now, seeking his protection, whether it was the drugs muddling your brain; or just love.

Because hidden wasn't exactly the most accurate word here... not since a while, at least, but there was a sadistic need rising up in Jungkook to slip further into his role, murmur reassurances that would have made angels weep for you, had they ever existed and mourned for lost souls.

"It's okay. Just rest, baby... The feeling will pass soon. Just..." he brushed his nose against yours, "close your eyes and let go. Daddy will take care of you. Yeah?"

You followed his instructions flawlessly, letting your eyes fall shut, your body relaxing as he spoke. But your hand still squeezed at his bigger one, like you were nervous that he'd disappear. There didn't really seem to be many coherent thoughts left in that pretty, little head of yours. No wonder the weed hit you hard; it wasn't something you've tried before. You've always rejected any blunts Jungkook offered, trembling and stilling his hands when he whispered all the depraved things he knew would make your cunt leak as he touched you. Now, after the drug has entered your system - and in large amounts, too - you were left so... vulnerable, in every way. Helpless against the warmth flooding your senses, making your nerves tingle as Jungkook climbed on top of you. Helpless against him; his wicked hands soothing you, exploring your waist, their touch your only connection to your earthly existence in the warm, fuzzy haze pulling you under; stripping you off your inhibitions.

"Relax, sweetheart. Just like that."

There was a repressed desire lurking in the softness of his palms sneaking under your shirt. When his lips inched towards yours, something almost innocent laced the action; a soft peck, testing the waters. Too lightheaded to think straight, you let Jungkook do the thinking for you, because that was what daddy was there for, wasn't it? To catch you when you fall. To look after his little girl, kiss her and hold her. And he did just that, throbbing at the whine that slipped past your lips as soon as his touched your neck.

"Sensitive, angel?"

His hands explored your tummy, butterflies erupting while the rough pads of his fingers inched upwards. His voice was as soft as any devil's leading their prey astray, a seduction too great to resist with your guard lowered and brain muddled. Sweet, little thing, so putty in his hands; an adoring kiss warmed your cheek, followed by a sigh, a sound of feigned sympathy. Poor, little baby, so dazed under him; back arching softly when he began to rub your nipple, eliciting a gasp. Good thing daddy knew exactly what you needed. He was going to make it all better, he whispered. Daddy would never hurt you, he promised. And then he slid down your underwear.

He was sure that even with how high you were, his brain was running on the same kind of adrenaline, releasing endorphins, heart beating fast and blood rushing, his kisses sloppy and slow. Like he wanted to taste every inch of you, or rather, like he wanted to pour himself and his love into every nook and crevice of you, body and soul; a suspicion he made far too easy to confirm when he pulled away, dark gaze immediately drawn to the string of saliva connecting you for a second too long. It was enough for his thumb to reach upwards and rub the remains of the wetness into your bottom lip, hypnotized by how swollen and shiny it looked.

There was no other sound in the room besides the mingling of your labored breathing and the soft moans his touches encouraged, igniting a kind of fire within you that, had your mind and heart been sober, would have been considered humiliating. The willingness to be defiled, the trust that this was your caretaker just doing his job. And in a twisted way, he was. Fueling all the forbidden desires and needs you kept locked up, deemed too dark to ever leave the twilight zone of your soul. And once again, whose job was it if not Jungkook's to show his little one that not all dark things were frightful?

Floating, you briefly felt your arms being raised, cool air hitting your skin as he slipped your shirt off. The bed dipped then, and more kisses were lovingly left on your shoulders, the silky heat of his lips lazily trailing up to your neck. Time seemed to be passing by in a blur; you could feel Jungkook trapping your wrists above your head, slight shuffling coming from somewhere beside you.

Another kiss. More shuffling. You were disoriented up to the very moment you registered the fact that the noise stopped, and something was being wrapped around your hands.

No, not wrapped; tied. You whimpered, akin to a little fawn that realized it was ensnared.

Jungkook cooed at you, his lips brushing your collarbone, leaving your skin on fire.

"Such a good girl..."

He made his way down your stomach, presumably to continue to comfort you. Yet his deft fingers landed on your foot, the caress sending your heart jumping to your throat. Because even though it lasted only for a moment, you could hear more rustling, the final kiss landing on your ankle; right before the loving gesture was replaced with the lewd intentions he has had all along. His hands were gentle as they secured the knots, tying both of your ankles to the bed posts; leaving you spread open and defenseless, just the way he wanted.

Even without the restraints, even if your pussy wasn't dripping for him, it wasn't like you would have been able to fight back. Not after the edibles. And in the moment, not many things made sense besides the ache that built up inside you, the smell of Jungkook's skin, invading all your senses and making your thighs start to tremble. But one fact was pretty clear; you were nothing but a toy for him. He wasn't even bothered holding your legs open.

"All good?" He asked sweetly, his arms on either side of your head as he hovered above you again.

Your breath came out uneven, head spinning, but you nodded, lost in the darkness of his eyes staring into yours, giving into its entrancing depths, a bottomless pit that seemed to be asking: There, isn't this so much better? Doesn't it feel good to let daddy make the decisions for you? And he didn't need you to say a word, because your body provided all the answers, keening as you heard him undo his zipper. There was another layer of vulnerability attached to the fact that he was still fully dressed while your skin burned bare underneath him. Another layer of power Jungkook clearly relished in, if the way he twitched against you was anything to go by.

"You're so wet," it was a breathless statement, his eyes threatening to close when his heavy cock finally pressed in between your thighs. "So fucking wet."

Perhaps it was twisted, how lovingly he took advantage of you, degraded you, like you didn't quite belong to yourself; only to him. But your hole was clenching around nothing, trying to suck his cock right in any time he nudged the tip against it. And just like that, all the self control he had exercised so far was beginning to crumble. He could feel himself slipping, the words weighing on his tongue getting harder to hold back.

"So good for me... Just stay like this. Let daddy take care of you."

You moaned weakly, hips trying to seek more friction. Jungkook's cock twitched at that, spurting more precum in between the soft folds of your cunt. You were so divine. His little girl, his property, waiting to be used, craving it. And Jungkook could never deny you. This was all you've ever needed; to be stripped of your identity, no daunting responsibilities, no thoughts. All you had to do was lie there and take his cock like a good girl, your head fuzzy and cunt well fucked.

He rocked into you slowly, pushing an inch forward only to slide out again, the stretch combined with the pressure quickly making your stomach knot up. You didn't realize you were begging until you felt Jungkook's tongue over yours, his lips cutting off your soft whines.

"Fuck," he breathed out weakly, his hips arching into you off their own accord. "Doing so good for daddy." A kiss. "Gonna take care of you." A whisper. "Gonna give you all you need." A dip of his head, soft lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Little miss free use slut."

His tummy clenched at how sharply you inhaled, at the warm pulse beating around his cock as he sank deeper inside you. You were so tight, moaning into his ear, but too out of it to move, too out of it to do anything but feel the thrill of the pleasure he forced into your body. It was intoxicating, how perfect you were, all his to taint and love, his marks so deep no holy water could scrub them off your soul. He groaned, at this point running on pure instinct, fucking you harder as your cunt clenched around him, struggling to accommodate all of his girth and yet aching to be filled up with more. It was too much to handle; the combination of you, the rush of power, and the heavenly heat he was rutting into tipping him dangerously close to the edge.

"Yeah..." His voice came out as a needy, shaky whisper, an inked hand tightening around your breast. "Fuck." His forehead rested against yours, eyes hooded. "Feel good?"

A hiss escaped him when you clenched in response.

"Oh yeah? Little, slutty hole feels good?"

Jungkook's lips were on yours again before you could process it, muffling the loud moan you let out. You were already falling apart, and there were so many ways he wanted to ruin you and leave you shaking for more. All he could focus now on, though, was the vice grip of your wet, abused cunt, and the obscene sounds it made.

"Oh baby, you gonna come? Look what a pretty, little fucktoy I have here. Only good for one thing, hm?"

His hips stuttered at the shiver that ran through you. He gripped your jaw, the mattress protesting under the force of his thrusts. But the noise was nothing compared to the way you cried out for him, your walls spasming around his cock and drawing a loud, desperate moan out of his pretty mouth. Just like that, he followed you right over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside you, and shamelessly fucking it in even deeper. Eyes scrunched, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"Ohh fuck-" His groan broke into a drawn out, raspy whimper. "Yeees."

He came so hard, white spots dancing behind his eyelids, unwilling to stop grinding until his knees felt weak. He tried to catch his breath, his head swimming. You were limp beneath him, your heart still pounding hard against his. Despite the dreamy exhaustion weighing down his bones, he lifted himself up to check up on you, press tender kisses into your lips.

"Are you okay, baby?"

A nod was all you could manage.

"Such a good girl. You did so well."

His fingers reached to work on untying the knots binding your wrists, his dick twitching at the sight of you before him. The spit still shining on your lips, the glow of your flushed skin, the cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. So blissed out, ruined and pretty. All his. But rather than acting on the shivers of arousal that still haven't died down, flowing through his body, Jungkook focused on sitting you up and getting you to the bathroom.

He sat you in a tub filled with warm water, then discarded his own clothes to join you. The snacks he bought you earlier were placed on a tray, within arm's reach. He held you against his chest, fed you a little. He knew you were tired; you needed rest, you needed time to sober up, because you couldn't keep your eyes opened nor move as he washed you.

He rested his wet cheek on the crown of your head, taking a moment to just feel you close, immerse himself in the warmth.

"Baby," he whispered, his arms tightening around your waist, though he wasn't sure if you were still conscious enough to hear or understand him. "What have you done to me? I love you so much all of my soul is gone."

Gone where? Lost in yours, perhaps, the only heaven that actually mattered.

A moment passed in silence, your breathing soft, until an almost incoherent whisper broke him out of his stupor.

"Love you too, daddy."

Jungkook glanced down at you, a fond smile lighting up his face. It was time to go to bed. Tomorrow, he was off work, and he couldn't wait to spend the day with you. Cooking, kissing, watching movies, then rolling a joint. He had a feeling you wouldn't resist this time; you tended to like the games Jungkook chose. He was good at it. He had to be; that was also a part of his job, wasn't it? Making sure playtime with daddy was fun.

And how could he ever do anything but his best for his little girl?

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ruiniel · 3 months

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I noticed in two of your works you wrote of a 'bond' between Alucard and his s/o, could I make a request between him and a female s/o about that specifically? Like perhaps how it came to be between them?

Thank you and no pressure ♥

Vampire-human bonding is a theme I like exploring in fiction! When a deep connection is formed with mutual consent, transcending the usual predator-prey relationship.

Alucard's character is technically not a full-fledged vampire but I'll take a creative license here.

Will incorporate this in the next few parts of 'Hidden'. Speaking of which, here's part IV (mostly fluff).

Hidden

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: T

Count: 1.4k

Tags & Warnings: fluff

Part I - Part II - Part III

IV. Stay

You make it up the stairway in a rush. There’s an urgency to your step, because all you had was a moment and it was not enough.

Adrian opens the doors to his chambers and enters, then turns around to gaze at you.

You close the doors behind you, leaning with your back against the hard wood. The surrounding silence, compared to the earlier commotion, gives the impression of landing in a faraway place, removed from the daily storms and weathering of humanity. Your heart thumps in your chest, your torso rises and falls from the brief but intense exertion.

There is a small, unsteady smile on his lips, one that seems to ask ‘well… what now?’

Wordless, you spring from your place and throw yourself in his arms even as Adrian’s tighten around your waist, and he spins you around a few turns, laughing softly.

He nears a couch and sits you both on it, ensuring you remain draped over him (not something you'll complain about).

You have so many things to tell him, so many questions and so many fears—the latter of which you refuse to allow purchase in your mind, but you will have to settle them at some point, you know this.

And what of him? You nuzzle his cheek, breaths slowing, enjoying the tension radiating through his muscles, the way your body fits so snugly against him. This space is removed from the direct all-encompassing light of the sun and as such your surroundings feel even more remote, even more of an escape.

“Are you… sure about this?”

Adrian’s hand stops its repeated motion of running up and down your thigh. “Considering I’d wanted to ask you to be with me weeks ago, yes. I’m quite sure, my sweet silly one.”

You scoff, but bury your nose against his neck, inhale a scent of skin that unleashes a restless heat within.

“... are you?” His question is spoken slowly, carefully, and you feel the way his throat bobs against your forehead when he swallows.

“I…” your feelings of strangeness, of inadequacy rise to the fore as you clutch at him, feeling his clothing between your fingers in a repeated, uncontrollable stim. “When I realized my changing feelings for you, I worried. I tried to smother them. When it didn’t work, I despaired—after all, who was I to you? Sure, we’d become close, and our time together was always pleasant, both intellectually and emotionally. It enriches my days.”

“But?...” His hand resumes the slow glide along your thigh and the simple intimacy of it combined with the unexpected turn of this day—you, here, in his space and in his arms—makes you so very weak.

“But… I mean…” You’re glad you don’t have to look at him. “You’re so… your family brought you up to be this wonderful, beautiful person.”

Adrian breathes through his nose, a soft blush tinting his cheekbones. “Oh, really, now…”

“You can’t deny it, Adrian. You’re quite… striking to the average eyes. And knowing you, the extent of your capabilities, well… who was I, but a fleeting soul in your path? I thought that you’d never share my feelings, and wanted—tried—to remove myself from your proximity, from your life.”

He tips your chin up then, all bashfulness gone. “It hurts to hear you speak this way.”

“But do you understand?”

He smiles no longer, his gaze saddened, lowered lashes shadowing his eyes. “I’m trying. But… it’s not as though I ever accounted for my feelings to spread like wildfire either. I never thought I’d come to a point where the mere sight of you brought so much joy, such feverish yearning. I want to be in your life.” He pauses. “If you wish it.”

Emotion grows and spreads like flowered vines inside you, spilling through your chest. “My fears got the better of me. Please…” You know what you want to say, but the words struggle to leave your mouth. “Stay in my life.”

Adrian smiles winningly, sucking on your bottom lip with a velvety ‘mmm’ that leaves you dizzy. He hoists you up in his lap with a tighter grip. “How about this? We take it slow.”

“Slow,” you repeat, palm pressed to his fast-beating heart.

Ripe light washes the valley in a warm glow as you climb, following Adrian on a barely beaten path uphill. As you’d agreed, you left your studies and daily chores for this short escape, to take some time for yourselves.

You can’t but stare as he walks ahead, a bag slung over one shoulder containing a few basic necessities and tools for your trek through nature. Your own bag is significantly smaller, but there’s not much you needed to bring. You’re on the second day of your trip, and Adrian guided you through landscapes of such beauty they left you yearning for faraway places you’ve never been. The air is breezy, balmy to your heated body.

“We’ll be there soon,” Adrian says, half turning with a smile.

“There? There… where?”

“You’ll see,” he adds, tone conspiratorial enough to make you wonder.

To your right, the lands are garbed in nature’s colors of evening, a long river with fast waters throwing itself in a long sweep at the horizon. Mountains lie sleepily beneath a westering sun, its disc glowing reddish gold.

Being here, with him, is all you need at the moment. Since your tense confession, things have changed, but it all felt so natural: the shift in the way he glances at you, the way he takes your hand or caresses you when you fall asleep tucked against him.

Your gaze moves from the scenery to Adrian’s figure, his booted feet soundless as he walks ahead with a determined grace you always found devastatingly attractive. You’re grinning stupidly, probably, but couldn’t care if the gods themselves saw it. For a few sparse times in your life you’ve taken decisions that you knew, deep down, were right for you, whether scary or complicated seeming—and this is one of those times.

It’s not a treacherous path at all, you think as you take another step. Your right foot slips just slightly over a rounded stone, and you catch yourself, hand reaching for the earthed wall to your left for leverage. You grab hold of a root, breathe in relief, and go your way.

“How are we doing?”

He keeps checking on you, and by ‘we’ of course he means ‘you’, but you can’t fault him his concern. Adrian tends to fuss over people he cares about, in that adorable, unobtrusive way of his. “We’re doing well,” you say, eyes on the harmony that is the line of his shoulders, “Very well, I’d say.”

“Hmm.”

You climb up, and up and up, and before you spreads another valley: an emerald green view, the clear eye of a lake staring back at you from below. “Is that where we’re heading? I could use a bath.”

“So could I. We’ll have the opportunity soon.” He says the last word softly, a shiver on the wind.

Certain images take their place in your imagination, much less metaphysical than before: such as, what he looks like without that shirt.

Slow, he’d said. Need pools to your core at the many meanings of that one word, and lost as you are, the ground loses your focus—you slip again, this time finding no purchase as you reach out to right yourself but tilting your body just so, evading a precarious fall.

You glance ahead at Adrian, hoping he hasn’t heard. The last thing you want is to lengthen any worries he might have, because you want to be here.

“I beg you to watch your step.”

You freeze, stopping your climb. “You… you heard?”

Adrian looks over his shoulder at you. “I'd like to avoid a repeat of that time in the library… might you want to walk in front?”

“I…” The look in his eyes is strange; something tells you he would’ve been at your side in the blink of an eye, but went to some lengths to keep to himself and not be overbearing. You appreciate it. “Sure.”

As you walk past him you’re drawn into his side with a fluid but firm grip, followed by a hasty, hot press of lips. “Not helpful,” you murmur, knees turned to mush as you fall into him.

His smile is both dangerous and beatific. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Part V

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saltpepperbeard · 7 months

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OFMD Week Day 4: Favorite Ships/Fluff

The Kiss (Favorite Moments/Commentary/Fluffy Writing) 💙💋💜

So I've been wanting to step through the kiss bit by bit and point out/wax poetic ramble on about all the intricacies for so, so long. And on a day of OFMD Week dedicated to ships, fluff, and favorite moments, it was a match made in heaven!

I'll go ahead and start with the confession. The careful hesitance, the uncertainty, the moment right there in the air for both of them to take. The way Ed's lips barely even move with the whispered "...you" even when the weight of such an admittance is so strong. Yet, he does it. He goes for it. He finally frees the single word that has been clawing its way out of his chest for weeks.

But the way he's still so cautious, still so unsure. It's new to him. It's new to them both. He's likely never been in such a vulnerable position before. And it's a huge leap to make even if you're experienced anyway.

So, to see him slowly look over to gauge Stede's reaction, to see him so fragile...

...And then to see Stede smile.

Granted, Stede's expression hurts a bit because it's incredulous. The way his eyebrows shoot up—he can't fathom it. His mind can't process that he makes Edward Teach happy. He probably believes he hasn't made anyone happy, ever.

But still, he smiles. Something inside of him sings. Something inside of him rejoices, because Ed makes him so happy too. Ed makes him feel worthy, feel seen.

And that smile is him seeing Ed right back, meeting him in the vulnerability as they have before. Not a look of disgust, or judgement, or anything negative of the sort.

But acceptance. Mutuality. A sunrise over a new beginning.

So, of course Ed has to kiss him. Of course Ed has to take advantage of the moment. Of course Ed has to hush Stede by meeting his lips with his own. Words wouldn't have been as effective. Talking things through wouldn't have sufficed, not when things were so open.

Their mouths had to do a different sort of talking. Their souls had to breathe into each other, to finally meet as they had been wanting.

And oh, how they had been wanting. Even with the muddiness in Stede's mind, even with all the underlying complexities, they relax into each other. There's the split-second jolt of surprise, the utter shock that exists from suddenly sharing such intimacy.

But then their bodies melt. They both fall into the connection. Stede eases himself into it, and some of the tension in Ed's eyes lessens.

Even still, they don't move or actively kiss right away. But why should they? It's new. It's different. It's precious.

It's something to be experienced, something to be savored.

And something to be further explored, eventually.

Again, they meet each other. They know each other. They see each other.

When one body moves, so too, does the other. When one itches to try, to reach out just that little bit further, the other reaches back.

Ed started the kiss. Ed initiated. But Stede finds him—Stede kisses him in return.

And they seem to build off each other, to heighten their dance; when Stede kisses back, when Stede shows he's there, Ed seems that much more invigorated. He eases himself nearer, and pulls their bodies that much closer together...

With Stede following him and meeting his every move.

They're there. They're there with each other. There's nothing else but them in that moment.

Again, Ed steps, and again, Stede meets. A tilt of the head, a glide of their lips, answered by the softest hum. A breathy little something that screams bliss. A tiny noise that says, "I have never known this before, but I want to for the rest of my life."

And Stede's eyes remaining closed after they part really hammers that sentiment in.

His mind may be a mess. His emotions may be all over the place.

But his heart isn't. His heart assuredly isn't.

It is warm, and dazed, and just as dreamy as he.

Because goodness, the absolute fondness in his eyes. The sheer love in his eyes. The difference in his smiles—first stunned, then at home.

And again, another bit of mutuality. A returned breath in the space just for them.

"You make Stede happy."

And oh, how wondrous is that. Oh, how relieving is that.

They make each other happy.

They're in love.

Despite everything, despite what's beneath the surface, despite all that will come, they're in love.

They're there for each other in a way no one ever has been before, and no one ever will be. Ed can hold Stede so softly, regarding him so gently as though he'll shatter. Stede can stare right into Ed's eyes, breathing the same air as though it's the easiest thing in the world.

Maybe because it is.

Because they're in love.

#OFMD #OFMDWeek2023 #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Revenge Rambles #Edit #...Not sure if this also falls into my writing tag PFFF but y'know #IT'S LIKE A MARRIAGE BETWEEN COMMENTARY AND MY WRITING STYLE SO IDK WHO EXACTLY SHE IS #she's reverent is who she is #because Of Course she is #can y'all believe we're going to get More of this #that they're going to Build Off Of This #BECAUSE I CAN'T LMAO #I SURE CAN'T

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perfectsunlight · 7 months

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 [𝟖]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝘆𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.3k

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

ning yizhuo couldn’t remember the last time she felt loved. all she had ever felt was the absence of it.

there was never a good example of it either. her parents should have never gotten together, and yizhuo knew that her birth only solidified that fact. their union had been a volatile mix of resentment and regret, an explosion waiting to happen.

she was taught to understand that communication was only possible through shouting and slammed doors. and that you never backed down from your opinion, no matter what.

in the haze of neon lights and pulsating music, yizhuo watched you leave without a word, her eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and defiance. she had learned, through the bitter lessons of her parents' failed marriage, that love was a volatile potion, one that could intoxicate the senses and then leave you shattered on the cold floor of reality.

the chaos of her upbringing had taught her that silence was the only language her family spoke, and apologies were the echoes of a world she had never known.

when you walked away that night, yizhuo didn't chase after you. the loud thumping of the music in the club mirrored the pounding of her heart, but she held herself back, locking her emotions behind a mask of indifference. in the dimly lit bathroom, she let her hands explore the body of another girl, seeking solace in a fleeting moment of physical connection, trying to fill the void.

but it was short lived, because yizhuo found herself bored with the stranger. even drunk out of her mind as she was, ning didn’t find the situation anything but boring. now the other girl was having the time of her life, but yizhuo couldn’t have cared less.

the bathroom became a suffocating space, the walls closing in on ningning as she pushed the stranger away gently, her touch lacking any real connection. the dim, flickering lights illuminated her face, revealing a profound emptiness in her clouded eyes.

the other girl, oblivious to yizhuo's inner turmoil, continued to revel in the moment, unaware of the hollowness in the eyes of the person she was with. yizhuo's mind was elsewhere, trapped in a cycle of something that felt like regret for the first time in her life.

she never regretted anything in her life. however, she suddenly felt this foreign feeling invading her body all because of what she had done.

all because of you.

she despised herself for not chasing after you, for not fighting for what she thought could have been the start of something more.

the music from the club seemed to mock her, each beat resonating with the rhythm of her heartache. she stumbled out of the bathroom, her steps unsteady, her mind clouded by alcohol and a gnawing sense of loss. outside, the city was alive with the pulse of the night, but yizhuo felt detached from it all. she walked the streets aimlessly, her thoughts in chaos.

the young idol could hear the clicking of the paparazzi cameras. they’d plaster her face in the media and continue building her reputation as a mess of an idol. she had become a prisoner of her own fame, her every move scrutinized, her every misstep amplified.

the media thrived on her vulnerability, portraying her as a troubled idol, and a mess of a person who was as broken as she was beautiful.

when she finally got back home, she spent 2 hours in the shower. the water cascaded over yizhuo's body, a feeble attempt to wash away not just the physical remnants of that night but also the emotional stain that clung to her soul. the sound of the shower drowned out her thoughts, the only place where she felt safe enough to let her mind flow freely.

as she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the fogged-up mirror.

she didn't recognize the person staring back at her.

yizhuo collapsed onto her bed, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. she reached for her phone, contemplating the idea of reaching out to you, the one person who had left an indelible mark on her heart. but fear gripped her. fear of rejection, fear of being vulnerable, fear of facing the truth that this was something more than what she realized.

however, her pride was too strong. she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.

instead, yizhuo's phone remained untouched on the bedside table. the weight of her unspoken words hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. the internal battle between her desire for connection and her fear of rejection waged on, leaving her paralyzed. days turned into weeks, stretching onwards in an endless line.

ning continued burying her emotions beneath layers of ambition and work. she threw herself into her performances, her smile dazzling on stage, but behind closed doors, her heart ached in silence. nothing felt the same without you.

smoking felt less helpful than it used to be. drinking and partying didn’t feel as fun anymore. nothing, absolutely nothing, meant anything to her anymore.

why was it that you brought so much meaning to the things that occupied her life?

the question gnawed at ningning’s soul, a constant echo in the hollow chambers of her heart. she found herself spiraling deeper into a void of self-doubt and longing. the stages she once commanded with confidence now felt like empty platforms, void of the joy and passion that had once fueled her performances. the applause of the audience, once music to her ears, now sounded distant and disconnected.

it was quiet again. yizhuo hated the quiet.

ningning's phone remained silent, devoid of the message she desperately wished to receive. each day without a response felt like another crack in her already fragile heart. she longed for something, for anything, that would make sense of the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

no matter how fast she ran or how far she traveled, she couldn't outrun her thoughts.

the memories of your smile, your laughter, and the warmth of your touch haunted her, turning every moment of respite into a battlefield of emotions.

it was even worse when her members started noticing.

karina was the first to notice.

jimin had always been perceptive and empathetic, and had always been attuned to the subtleties of yizhuo's emotions. one day, as they practiced dance routines in the studio, karina pulled the younger girl aside during a break. the concern in her eyes was impossible to ignore.

“yizhuo, i've noticed something's been bothering you,” karina said gently, her voice a soothing contrast to the chaos of their surroundings. the chinese girl hesitated for a moment, her guard momentarily dropping in the face of her leader’s genuine concern.

“i'm just going through a rough patch, i guess,” she replied, trying to brush it off with a weak smile.

but the older girl wasn't easily fooled. “you can talk to me, you know,” she said, her tone firm yet comforting. “we're not just members; we're family. whatever you're going through, we're here to help.”

ning’s eyes remained locked with her leader’s for a moment, giving her a small nod of acknowledgement before half smiling. “i know. i’ll let you know if i need anything.” the aespa leader decided not to push, and simply left it at that. however, minjeong was not one to let up too easily.

the other girl cornered ning by showing up to her room after a performance. ningning had just finished throwing out the rest of her cigarettes when her other member started banging on her door. minjeong's persistent knocks echoed through the hallway, each one a reminder of the concern that lingered just beyond the door.

reluctantly, ningning opened the door, her eyes betraying the exhaustion and frustration that had settled in her heart. “can we talk?” minjeong's voice was gentle, laced with worry. ningning sighed, her shoulders slumping, but she still moved aside to let the other girl in.

yizhuo’s room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a solitary lamp casting long shadows on the walls. the air was heavy with the scent of lavender-scented candles, a feeble attempt to mask the lingering aroma of cigarettes that clung to the room. the bed looked disheveled, its pillows bearing the imprint of a number of restless nights.

“what’s going on?”

she stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the space as if searching for answers written on the walls.

“ningie, i've known you long enough to tell when something's bothering you.”

the chinese girl turned away, avoiding the older girl’s gaze. she hesitated, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the edge of her bed. she didn't answer immediately, her silence speaking volumes.

minjeong's eyes roamed the room, her searching gaze landing on the scattered bottles on the desk, the half-empty cup of cold tea, and the only framed photograph in the room.

it was a picture of the four of them on their debut day.

“i’m quitting smoking.”

the confession hung in the air, heavy with both relief and trepidation. ningning's voice was barely audible, as if the words had been torn from the depths of her soul. minjeong's eyes widened with surprise, then softened with understanding. she moved closer to ningning, her expression a mix of pride and compassion.

“that's a big step, ningie,” winter said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “i'm proud of you.”

ningning nodded, her gaze fixed on the framed photograph on the wall.

“it's because i met someone.”

the younger member continued, her voice steadier now, though laced with something the korean couldn’t quite pin. “i thought maybe it might be good for me.”

minjeong's eyes flickered with curiosity, her expression encouraging. she was silently urging ningning to share more. ning never spoke of meeting someone before, making this occasion all the more interesting. the room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the secrets that lingered within the young idol's heart to unfurl.

"i met her a few weeks ago," ningning whispered, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. “there was just something about her, something that made me want to be better. i decided to quit smoking, thinking maybe if i changed something about myself, she'd see me differently too.”

winter listened intently, her eyes softening with understanding. she reached out, gently squeezing ningning's hand in a gesture of support. the room was filled with a profound sense of vulnerability, a shared moment between two souls navigating the complexities of the heart.

“ningie, changing for someone else might not be the healthiest reason, but it's a start,” minjeong said gently. “what is she like?” she pushed gently, not wanting to pry too much.

“she's different,” yizhuo began, her voice filled with a mixture of softness and admiration that the other member had never heard from the younger girl before.

“if the world is black and white, i only see color with her.”

minjeong was stunned, to say the least. she never thought such words would spill from the youngest member’s mouth. the ning yizhuo she knew was nothing like this. “ning,” she whispered, looking her groupmate in the eyes. “you’re in love with her?”

“love is a strong word,” the chinese girl continued, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she spoke. “i don’t think it’s that. but it’s something close to it.”

if only she could have told you that. if only yizhuo wasn’t a coward and cared about you more than her pride. because even after admitting to it out loud, the idol still never reached out to you.

ning spent more time checking her phone than she’d admit. it was torture. she silently cursed you for being just as stubborn as she was, but she knew she couldn’t blame you. after all, she was the one who had messed things up.

but she still wouldn’t admit that. maybe not to herself, but perhaps to you she would.

she may have been in the process of quitting her smoking habit, but her drinking was still just as frequent. she hadn't set foot in a party or a club since the night you left, though.

ning's nights were filled with restless dreams and waking regrets. she'd replay the moment when you had walked away, the echo of your footsteps lingering in the back of her mind. she wished she could turn back time, find the strength to stop herself from messing everything up and tell you everything. but pride, her ever-stubborn companion, held her back, whispering lies about self-preservation and protecting her heart.

but in the quiet moments before dawn, when the world was shrouded in darkness and her thoughts were the loudest, ning yizhuo would find herself on the edge of texting you, pouring her heart out in messages that would never be sent. the unsent messages piled up like unsent apologies, a mountain of words left unsaid.

until she finally had the courage to send it.

the night was silent, the city outside her window veiled in a hushed stillness. it was quiet, and yizhuo hated the quiet.

the glow of her phone screen illuminated the room as the idol’s trembling fingers typed out the words she had rehearsed in her mind a thousand times. each letter was imbued with the weight of her emotions, a testament to the love she had been too afraid to express. but she deleted it. she thought it was too wordy.

after what felt like an eternity, she finally settled on sending you one simple message, that held the weight of a lifetime of emotion and honesty. not because she was this desperate, but because she knew you’d understand the emotion she was conveying.

especially since the message consisted of two words she had never spoken to you before.

i’m sorry.

with a deep breath, she pressed the send button, and in that moment, it felt like the entire world held its breath with her.

for what felt like forever, ning stared at her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. doubt gnawed at the edges of her resolve. had she been too impulsive? too vulnerable? would you even care?

hours passed and there was still no response from you. the young idol was exhausted, tired of staring at her screen all night waiting for any type of response from you. aespa had a festival performance later that day as well, and going on stage without a wink of sleep was not going to be fun at all for her.

the sun slowly rose into the sky, and with its ascent came the knocks of her manager banging on her door. it was time to start the day, regardless of how she felt. she was an idol, and she had a job to do.

as she got ready for the festival performance, the weight of her exhaustion hung on her like a leaden cloak. every movement felt sluggish, every smile she wore for the camera felt forced. behind the veteran-like stage persona was a young woman battling her own demons and once again questioning her own worth. aespa's performance approached, and yizhuo found herself standing backstage, the hum of the crowd filtering through the walls.

“hey,” giselle shouted over the noise of the crowd, placing a hand on her member’s shoulder. “are you okay?” she asked, using her free hand to fix her in-ear.

ningning turned to the rapper, her eyes doing a poor job at masking the exhaustion that had taken hold of her. a forced smile tugged at the corners of yizhuo's lips as she nodded in response to giselle's question.

“yeah, i’m fine. just didn’t sleep much.”

the japanese girl squeezed her shoulder gently and offered a comforting smile. “you’ll do fine. don’t worry.”

yizhuo didn’t have time to reply before their managers gave them the green light to head up on stage. she followed the familiar routine – the countdown, the synchronized movements, the positioning. to be honest, she could do it all in her sleep at this point in her career.

the adrenaline of the stage, the energy of the fans, should have invigorated her, but all she felt was a gnawing emptiness.

as the music started, she stepped onto the stage, her movements automatic, her smile practiced. the choreography, usually a second nature to her, felt like an intricate puzzle she couldn't solve. the eyes of her fans, filled with adoration, couldn't fill the void left by your absence.

the performance ended, the applause thundering in her ears, but the emptiness persisted. she bowed, acknowledging the crowd, but her mind was elsewhere. she longed for your familiar eyes in the sea of people.

ning felt her knees buckle when she saw you standing backstage. her vision tunneled in on you, her breathing shallow and shaky as she saw you leaning against the wall. you seemed to be looking for someone, your eyes wandering from person to person.

“y/n?” her voice wavered slightly as your eyes met hers. a small smile tugged on your lips as you answered the idol. “yizhuo.”

she was speechless, stuttering and trying to get the right words to say. a faint flush of red on her cheeks formed as she refused to look away from you.

“i look a mess right now,” ning chuckled sheepishly, mentally cursing herself for being so awkward. she was a stuttering ball of nerves running on zero food or sleep. a mess was an understatement. “sorry, i’m all over the place.” you looked at her dead in her eyes, flashing the softest smile she had ever seen from you, or anyone.

“you look beautiful, ning.”

the chinese girl swore her heart stopped beating at your words. she had heard those words before from one night stands and midnight lovers, laced under lust and stardom. she had a list of people who would say anything just to get at her, but she never believed anything they said.

those words had been empty promises whispered by strangers who vanished like smoke at the first light of dawn. they were words that had lost their meaning in the labyrinth of insincerity that often surrounded her.

but to hear it from you? it felt entirely different.

there was a burning sensation in her chest. she felt like she was going to scream. she could feel herself about to cry. but above all else, she felt something she never thought she could ever feel.

for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, ning yizhuo felt loved.

however the idol didn’t have enough time to pull herself together and give you a reply.

“there you are,” giselle jogged over and planted a soft kiss on your temple. “i was looking for you.”

just as quickly as her heart had fluttered just seconds ago, it shattered the moment her member kissed your face.

her heart sank deeper, the confusion in her doe-like eyes evolving into a mixture of disappointment and pain. she nodded slowly, trying to mask the hurt behind a polite smile, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil within. the air grew heavy with unspoken tension, a silent battle between her emotions and the facade she was desperately trying to maintain.

“you…you know aeri?” ning asked slowly, confusion and hurt swirling her doe-eyes. the rapper answered for you, nodding rapidly as she wrapped an arm around your waist. seemingly oblivious to the tension hanging in the air, the japanese girl responded with an easy grin, her arm around your waist tightening slightly.

“oh i’ve known y/n/n for years,” she turned and gave you a soft smile before returning her gaze to the chinese girl. “i didn’t know you two knew each other.” giselle lied casually, looking between you and the vocalist with a small smile.

and to put the nail in the coffin for her, the rapper’s next comment shattered the remains of her glass heart. ning yizhuo's world seemed to crumble around her at the words leaving her member’s mouth.

“my girlfriend knows my bandmate. what a small word, huh?”

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#ningning #ning yizhuo #ningning x reader #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fic #kpop fic #karina #winter #giselle #gxg #wlw #kpop #groupie love #perfectsunlight

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 month

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Sweet Nothings

Quinn Hughes:

"As the evening sky turns into a velvet blanket of stars, my breath hitches at the sight of your mesmerizing beauty. The moonlight highlights your stunning features, making you glow like an angel. I yearn to explore your curves, tracing them with my fingers and my lips. Every gentle touch ignites a spark of desire, leaving me longing for more."

Jack Hughes:

"You're the sweetest, most irresistible person I've ever met. Your gorgeous smile radiates like the sun, and your eyes are like starlight in the night sky. Your soft touch and warm embrace make me feel safe, and your loving words fill my heart with joy. You complete me, body and soul, and I can't imagine life without your presence by my side. I love you."

Luke Hughes:

"You're all I can think about. You occupy my every thought. Your warmth and kindness are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep discovering more about you every day. I want to take care of you and make you happy, and I want you to return the favor. Together, let's create an atmosphere of love, trust, support, and commitment. There's no limit to how special we can make this connection."

Nico Hischier:

"I could gaze into your eyes forever, never tiring of their beauty. The sound of your voice is like music to my ears, making my heart sing. Your tender touch comforts my soul, as we connect on a deeper level. All I want to do is spend time with you, feeling your presence in every minute. Your essence is a sweet balm to my heart, providing much-needed solace in a chaotic world. I am lost in your warm embrace, finding peace and serenity in your arms."

Timo Meier:

"Your soulful eyes lure me in, just like a siren at sea. The scent of the ocean caresses my face, like a warm summer breeze. As we share an intimate glance, I feel a spark of electricity between us. Your touch is like honey to my soul, sending shivers down my spine. All my worries and troubles melt away, as you take me in."

John Marino:

"You are the most captivating person I've ever seen. I could stare at your face for hours and not get bored. Your smile could brighten the darkest of days. Your presence is like a warm embrace, providing a feeling of comfort and joy."

Kirby Dach:

"Your beautiful face, framed by your silky hair and eyes that sparkle with mischief, is like a masterpiece to behold. I can't help but stare, as I take in every inch of your stunning figure. Every curve, every line, and every feature is like poetry to me. As I gaze upon you and drink you in, all thoughts of the world around me vanish. I can only see you, and I feel completely captivated by you."

Juraj Slafkovsky:

"I could stare into your eyes forever, lost in their depths of beauty. Your soft lips beckon me, like a moth to a flame. As we come together, our bodies meld together, as one. Our bodies are intertwined, a dance of love and desire. With each movement, the waves of passion crash upon us, carrying us away into ecstasy."

Arber Xhekaj:

"You are like a warm ray of sunlight on a cold winter’s day. Your love and affection radiate from within, making me feel warm and safe. As we lie in each other’s arms, I feel my heart beating faster and faster. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly right where they belong. I long for your touch, your love, and your embrace. The world seems to melt away, as we are caught up in the moment. Our bodies connected, our minds intertwined, and our souls bonded."

Cole Caufield:

"Your presence is like a warm blanket, enveloping me with comfort and safety. You make me feel protected and loved, like we're living in our own little world. You have a way of making me feel at peace with the world. My life feels so much better now that you're in it. I want to show you all the affection and love you deserve, and I'm willing to go above and beyond to make you happy. Together we explore new possibilities and create memories that will last a lifetime. There's no limit to what we can achieve together."

Trevor Zegras:

"There's something magical about us. When we're together, it's like we're in our own little world. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms, and no matter what the day holds, I know I can count on you to make me feel loved and appreciated. With you by my side, I could take on anything life throws at us. I'm so glad I found you."

Jamie Drysdale:

"Your smile is as bright as the sun. Your eyes are as mesmerizing as the stars on a clear night sky. Your touch is as soft as a feather, and when we're together, there's no other place I would rather be. I want to cherish every moment with you and make sure to never take our time together for granted. There's nothing else in this world that compares to the feeling of being with you. You complete me."

#quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #timo meier x reader #john marino x reader #kirby dach x reader #juraj slafkovsky x reader #arber xhekaj x reader #cole caufield x reader #trevor zegras x reader #jamie drysdale x reader #nhl

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stargirlfics · 1 year

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B U T T E R F L Y

Joel Miller x Black Latina Reader

Summary: Sometimes the path to healing starts with a reminder of what’s been lost

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, death tw, child death tw, some TLOU spoilers but doesn’t follow canon, post-outbreak!Joel, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma and violence mentions, fluff, slow burn vibe, mutual pining

Word Count: 5.6k

My mind has been stuck on the butterfly imagery connecting Sarah and Joel in the show, and in the game too! I grew up hearing from my abuelita that monarch butterflies are symbols of loved ones who’ve passed and I thought that would fit well here! This fic explores grief and pain but also finding hope through it too 🦋

To be soft-hearted at the world’s violent end, that’s where you’d decided to make a home for your heart with all its fragile beating.

Doomed is what they all said you were, surviving the outbreak this long sooner or later came with a price and they had been right, but still, half out of spite, half out of needing something to hang onto, the tenderness of you remained.

Surviving was a miracle and most could go on just grateful to wake up another day, but you’d seen how void life was lived here in the ruins of a former world, and as doomed as it all appeared, you tried your best to find pockets of light where you could, fighting the urge to shut yourself away.

Because maybe one day those pockets of light would be abundant where they were once scarce, maybe one day, if you kept yourself open to it, there would be a sign of a changing tide to let you know you were finally safe.

How strange signs could be, in plain sight but unseen until your brain could catch up with what your soul was feeling, and rarely did they ever come without complexity.

In your case, that complexity came with a stern scowl that belonged to one Joel Miller.

The first whispers you’d ever heard about Joel were that he was grumpy, stubborn, and not the kind of man to be messed with. He was the muscle behind trades done in shadowed alleys here in the QZ, illegal substances, weapons, extra ration cards, you name it.

He was intimidating to most people, even you; having a reputation for being a man of few words and an even shorter fuse would do that but you knew there to be sorrow there too, etched deep in the lines of his face, reflecting like moonlight in his eyes.

You’d never spoken to him, not in all your time in Boston, always seeming to narrowly avoid crossing paths, but you often saw him from afar. In the town square, catching glimpses of him waiting in line to collect a job’s earnings or in the pit, hauling bodies to the acrid cremation pyres smoldering hot throughout the day.

If you thought about it, that’s where you saw the sorrow most.

That old, faded bandana he wore over his nose to block out the stench of burning gave you the clearest view of his eyes; sad, angry orbs fixated on the task like it was penance for him.

All those hushed whispers told you he wasn’t a good man, that he had hurt people to get what he needed, and that wasn’t a surprise, you’d seen it enough to understand the grim nature of the wasteland you were in, how people often turned against each other if they thought it meant they’d live to see another day.

Maybe that understanding was how it happened that day, the first time you’d meet, something in your soul already well tangled with something in his yet neither of you knew it yet.

You’d been expecting someone else at your door that evening, a friend of yours with a bag of good soil snuck in from the outside in exchange for a radio of yours that was in decent shape.

Instead, you were greeted by Joel Miller, bag in hand, a frown already on his face as he explained the switch up, even pointing to a note on the bag in your friend's handwriting to vouch for him.

His voice had caught you off guard, a low, gruff bass in his careful cadence, Texan accent making the words go down smooth.

“Okay, no problem, she did tell me she wasn’t sure if she would really make use of it. You can step in if you want, I’ll just be a second.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have been so trusting.

That’s how people got robbed, taken advantage of, murdered and you weren’t going to get any sympathy from neighbors or any FEDRA soldiers in the area if something were to happen but despite that, and his reputation, you didn’t feel unsafe.

Quite the opposite.

Joel was certainly the grumpy type and you didn’t doubt he was capable of hurting you if he wanted but as you returned with the radio you found him just where you’d left him, his body filling your doorway in a way that reminded you of a guard dog.

Something had caught his eye in the time it had taken you to walk back, gaze fixed somewhere behind you.

It took you a second to realize what exactly he was staring at, eyes tracking him and following until they landed on the butterfly figurine hanging from the makeshift curtains of your kitchen sink window.

Golden hour light warming the window had bathed the glass winged butterfly in its rays, casting fractals of color across the wall and the worn wooden floors.

You studied his face for a moment then, a familiar kind of sadness reaching his eyes, the darkened circles underneath them a little more noticeable now.

You wondered when the last time he got any proper sleep was.

“I made it…” interrupting his thoughts gently you gestured towards the window when he looked at you in question, “La mariposa...took me ages to fit the glass and wire together right but I think it came out ok.”

He grunted in response, finally handing over the bag of soil when you noticed the slightest tremble in his hands.

Oh…so he’d been caught off guard too.

Something about your butterfly had shaken him up and you were curious, who could blame you for being tempted to cross what you were sure he would say was a line, but you pretended not to notice, trying to offer him some privacy, a second to collect himself.

You’d appreciate it if he did the same for you in his place after all.

The exchange was completed swiftly after, a palpable silence settling between you before he was leaving almost as quickly as he arrived, taking the fading summer sunset with him.

–

Joel barely slept that night, woken by nightmares again, a routine he was familiar with, haunted by the same old ghosts but it was different this time, the barbed wire around his heart digging in just a little extra, memories of her surfacing.

Sarah. His Sarah.

He didn’t realize just how long it had been since he was reminded of her this way, of what it felt like to be her father, shutting himself off to that years ago, unable to think about his life with her before because that pain was nearly unbearable.

There is only after, the after in which she doesn’t exist, where he searches for her in his sleep and wakes knowing he won’t find her.

Because he watched her slip away, had pleaded and begged to the skies to bring her back, had held her in his arms, hands stained red with her blood, and had to accept that she was gone and he was granted no time to say goodbye.

Days turned to weeks, months into years and he had learned to operate on a certain level of numbness, just focused on surviving, never getting too attached, acting cold and angry, just a dead man walking.

Until now, his chest nearly caving in with the truth that he was still breathing even after so long spent closed off.

He wasn’t even sure why he’d considered your friend’s offer to complete the exchange at all, he knew he shouldn’t have, the radio you traded wasn’t in as great a shape as he would have liked, he knew that upfront and still begrudgingly agreed, not expecting to feel so exposed, so upended by a simple encounter.

That butterfly shining in the sunlight of your kitchen made his heart stop the second he saw it, flashes of memory surfacing, almost like his little girl was pulled to the surface of his skin again, like if he stepped inside he could reach out and she’d be there.

A dreadful reality had washed that away after a moment, grief swallowing up the hope just as he knew it would, like it always had, but something was undeniably different this time for Joel. A difference that left an ache in his center.

Because for those few fleeting seconds, he had felt alive again.

–

The second time you met Joel was intentional, another bag of soil in exchange for some instant coffee this time.

It was still early morning when he knocked on your door, quiet, hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans and a sleepy kind of softness that you hadn’t seen before around the edges of his eyes which made you wish he didn’t look so inviting then.

It wasn’t so hard to look at him as unapproachable as he made himself seem, he was handsome, the streaks of gray peppered in his hair and along his beard lending to his rugged look.

“About the coffee, it’s not as strong as it could be but it’s the best I’ve got,” you handed over a jar, watching him open the lid and sniff its contents.

“That’ll do just fine.”

Relief arrived at his approval, you gathered it’d been a while since he had any and you were glad your stash wasn’t a disappointment.

You watched as he knelt down to set his backpack on the floor, stowing the jar inside and handing you the bag of fertilizer mix you had inquired about.

It wasn’t long now before he’d be out the door again, these things were best kept short and simple but as you thanked him for the exchange and moved to store the bag with your other garden supplies, you noticed a moment of reluctance.

Joel didn’t plan on lingering around now that you both had what you came for but then he was reminded of what he felt the last time he’d been in your space and his mouth was moving with the thoughts that were swimming in his head before he could bite back the words.

“That’s a good amount of soil you have, got some sorta secret garden FEDRA don’t know about?”

Suddenly you felt very silly for wanting to smile at his curiosity but also recognized the significance of him asking.

“Something like that, yeah. I…actually found a spot of flowers growing through one of the QZ fences and I’ve been tending to it. It's no garden but the flowers are in bloom now, first time I’ve seen real butterflies in years.”

You watched him perk up at the mention of real butterflies, furrowed brows hiding the flicker of emotion mere seconds later but it was too late, you’d seen it already.

Up until now, your little patch of greenery had been a private endeavor.

Something for you to put some love and effort in, and just a quiet, secluded place to be, to clear your head or be alone for a while, away from some of the chaos in the streets, and yet here you were, now, carefully asking him if he’d like to see it too.

You thought just maybe, bringing him there would do him as much good as it had done you.

And it’s there, in that moment when he says yes that you see all that hard exterior start to slip just an inch.

It’s an inch you can work with.

–

Early morning dew still clings to the soft blades of grass sprouting up near the fence line, the section where you’d been taking care of the vegetation noticeably more vibrant with color and growth.

Slowly, you’d been replacing the dirt, had saved as many roots and sprouts as possible, taking care in replanting them, and from there, a shabby little makeshift garden bed had formed.

This would be your third week caring for it and now Joel was trailing behind your steps to see it too.

His body language was tense like he couldn’t quite be sure you weren’t actually taking him to some secluded corner to ambush him, but you get it.

Being wary was smart, but you couldn’t lie that it was satisfying to let him take it in without explaining anything first, the tension in his shoulders easing, sagging when his eyes fell upon the dusky blue flowers and rich green leaves and vines growing up from the ground, searching for the sun’s nourishment.

Joel couldn’t be certain whether it was the day’s first tendrils of summer heat making him feel warm or the fluttering orange and speckled black wings of a butterfly nestled atop a marigold.

He glances at his wrist, at the memento that never leaves his side, a broken watch, and there’s a moment of clarity in the silence where Joel can feel it, all the shattered parts of him spilling out, and there isn’t any way he can catch it all, he’s already too late and he knows it.

Panic works its way into his bloodstream, causing his hands to shake, not used to being so disarmed, so flayed open.

His fingers curl into a fist, trying to steady himself, needing a moment to catch his breath, to process.

And there you were, your gentle voice cutting through the noise in his head and that tidal wave of emotion.

“They’re monarch butterflies, which means they’re special,” you’ve moved a little closer now, watching another one land next to its friend on the flower.

“What makes' em’ so special?” Joel takes a deep breath and you do too.

You thought for a second he might shut down and walk away, there wasn’t anything keeping him here after all, he had the coffee he came for and yet still took you up on your offer. That in itself was difficult not to attach yourself to immediately but there was no denying it felt good to know you’d earned maybe an ounce of his trust.

“In Mexico, my abuela used to say they were a sign of the dead coming to visit the living, loved ones, our ancestors, the monarchs carry their souls to us. I think they’re good luck too.”

The smile working its way onto your lips is fond, sad, one you knew he’d recognize, the silent but shared knowledge of loss was a heavy burden to carry. There was no mistake about it, but being here, amongst your flowers and your butterflies made it easier.

Orange and gold halos shimmered around the plant life softly swaying with the wind, your own features now warmed with the climbing sun, brown skin shining deeper under the light.

Joel was looking at you now, following your words. The meaning of what you were both looking upon hitting him square in the chest when that feeling blooms behind his eyes again, that itch of something alive, something beautiful growing again amongst concrete ruins.

And it's there, standing next to you, watching you water the soil while butterflies float around you that he works out what that feeling must be.

Salvation.

–

After that morning, trading goods with Joel became a regular occurrence.

Soil for another stash of coffee or a packet of seeds for a hunting knife in need of experienced hands, neither of you quite sure how it happened but eventually the trades became more like friendly favors to each other than practical transactions.

Your ‘garden’ also became a frequent place for you both to go, so much so that on any given day you could bet he was there, a quick stop on his way back home, or in the morning before the day started, it became an unspoken shared refuge.

Joel helped you fix up the makeshift garden beds when it became clear your tender care of the plants called for an upgrade and you were grateful for it, dismissive at first, not wanting him to feel obligated.

You could handle yourself around a hammer and a few nails but he insisted and you relented, the two of you knelt under the setting sun, working on the task together.

It didn’t matter that it was closing in on curfew time, or that you didn’t really have anything to compensate him for his time because, the moment itself, the small inklings of trust building between you were actually far better.

That’s when you started to see him nearly every day, sitting against bomb-scarred concrete, always facing those marigolds, the ones the monarch butterflies you’d told him about always flocked to.

At first you kept your distance, knowing better than to pry.

It was clear he’d been through a lot, most his age-if you were guessing correctly-had, old enough to have lived a good portion of their lives before the outbreak, the last witnesses of an old world. You wanted to respect that and as long as he was finding some sort of peace here, you were content.

You didn’t mind his company either, he wasn’t much of a talker, but his presence was comforting and familiar and you felt safe with him near.

Eventually though, keeping him at a distance became impossible, both of you stumbling through the uncertainty of what to say to each other yet not giving up on trying at the same time.

And Joel had resisted too, had tried to keep his words short, always residing somewhere in between neutral and aloof but the more he watched you in your element, amongst the seedling sprouts and vines and moss, the more it made him want to talk.

It was easy to find his voice around you.

You were soft-hearted, he could see that and it wasn’t easy to get used to the way you looked at him, like you cared, like you understood something about his brokenness right away, had let him sit here day after day watching the butterflies because somehow you knew it’s what he needed, but he didn’t mind the learning curve either.

His usual annoyance and reluctance to speak about feelings couldn’t keep up this time surrounded by reminders of Sarah, coaxing the small part of him that hadn’t died with her out of its state of numbness, softening him again.

‘You were never gonna do it for yourself’ rings in his ears.

He’d never been much good at that, doing things for himself, and Sarah was always so clever about calling it out, even now, nudging him awake again after all these years.

It’s why he decides to tell you when you ask one day, sitting next to him on sun-warmed stone.

He merely came by to sit for a little while and clear his head and found you already sat in his usual spot, butterfly watching, your eyes telling your secret, that you had been crying before he arrived, his first instinct carrying him forward, to your side.

He offered you some water, even sliced an apple in half to share with you, pleased with himself when he got a smile out of the gesture but remained as quiet as you were, wanting you to feel like you could just be.

“Who do they remind you of?” your voice was small, unsure of how he’d react to the question, overexplaining in hopes it would make him recoil less, “It’s okay if you can’t talk about it, I understand. It’s just that…what I told you about the monarch butterflies, I really do believe in it you know, the people I’ve lost…they feel so close to the surface, like they’re watching over me and I think you feel the same.”

Joel nods after a moment and you’re exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

It takes him a moment but he finds the words.

“My daughter…her name was Sarah. They were her favorite, actually, since she was bout old enough to talk. I used to call her my little butterfly when she was a baby which, yeah, got real old when she started middle school but I liked to remind her anyways, just to see her roll her eyes at me. Just as long as she knew I loved her, you know, that I never stopped, not since the moment I held her in my hands for the first time.”

It broke your heart to hear.

And it hurt him too, to speak about her and then remember that he had lost her, that twenty years had passed and he couldn’t remember what she smelled like anymore, and he hated the nightmares but without them, he was afraid of forgetting her face, her eyes, the coils of her hair, the sound of her voice calling out to him.

It was only now that he was seeing how deep he’d pushed it all down, bottled up tight out of fear, and then somehow you’d entered his life, Molotov aimed straight at his heart, stunning him into remembering her the way she deserved to be.

“I’m so sorry,” you extend all the comfort you can, knowing there weren’t any words that would ever make it right but you wanted to try anyway.

“Yeah, me too. But you’re right, she feels close, and I know you’ve put it together by now but it’s why I’ve been sittin here every day, I see those butterflies and I see her, I remember her and it feels...good. I didn’t want it to; don’t really trust things that feel good but it does and I wanna thank you for that, for letting me have that.”

He worries he’s said too much, or said the wrong thing, wanting to kick himself because he was never much good at words either but the sight of your lips pulling up into a small smile came as a relief.

“She’s with you, Joel. And there’s no need to thank me, it’s been good for me too, doing all this. I think it helps.”

He nods again, agreeing before asking you the same question, extending an opportunity to open up too; a big step when keeping personal histories to a minimum was the lay of the land around here.

And it wasn’t easy, to talk about the things that hurt, baring your grief to Joel, and trusting him with it but you did and he had held it so gently, understanding it for what it was.

Looking back you think maybe it’s there that things started to change, where your life and his started to merge.

Sometime after that conversation you gifted him one of those glass winged butterflies like the one in your window, showing it to him one evening in the garden, earning you the first real smile you’d ever seen from him.

It was after he told you more about himself, about Sarah, his brother Tommy, recounting happy memories; like the time he and Tommy surprised Sarah with her own soccer ball for her birthday one year, how he’d caved almost immediately the time she begged him to get her a polaroid camera, and you shared too, thinking on good times you’d had with the people in your life.

It meant a lot to Joel that you spent time crafting the ornament, knowing just how deep the symbolism of it went for him.

You were always doing that, looking out for him, planting tiny seed after tiny seed, slowly working your magic on him, ensnaring him deep, making him want to look out for you too.

Under the fading sun again you sat with him, watching the marigolds, the calm, slow fluttering of wings, and it’s in that same spot that you find your hand in his for the first time.

No words needed to be said, this was far better.

A little while later you saw your gift hanging from the window in his living room, right next to the radio you had first traded him for.

The two of you had found yourselves escaping the heat here after some time tending the garden together, pulling weeds, clearing new soil of rocks and rubble, now sharing his couch, a rusty old fan that still somehow worked cooling the sweat prickling the back of your neck.

Curfew hour was nearing and you knew you would have to start making your way back home but Joel warned that he’d heard from a FEDRA officer he did trades with that they were patrolling the streets early the next few nights.

You knew why, it was hard to forget the hail of gunfire last night, a group of Fireflies going after a group of officers on patrol, a fight that neither one had won.

Tensions in the QZ had been high all day since then and Joel suggested that you stay here with him for the night, saying he didn’t want you dealing with anything that might be going on out there.

He was being protective, a disapproving frown on that handsome face of his when you told him you didn’t want to intrude on his space but he was right, things had already started looking a little dangerous on your way back from the garden and you appreciated that he was trying to keep you safe.

So you stayed.

Curled up on Joel’s old, worn couch with a blanket that smelled like him tucked around you, the white noise of the fan still blowing and the knowledge that he wasn’t far, just in the next room over, carried you off to sleep.

–

One night had turned into two and then three and somewhere in the last couple months of summer that were left, you spent most of your days and nights with Joel.

No label had been applied to whatever your situation was with him, you knew better than to ask, this all needed time, and you were okay with that, just content on holding onto this good thing with him.

Because you liked being around, like sharing a space with him and sitting in the garden together, opening up to each other more and more every day.

It was nice watching Joel come out of that hardened shell of his, watching him find it easier to talk about things, noticing him trying to live life more, not as reluctant to connect.

Things were good, not to say that there hadn’t been bad days amongst all the progress made, there were plenty of them in fact.

Days where old patterns became default again, stretches of nights where the nightmares returned, both of you trying to wade through it.

When the aching of old wounds came knocking and the walls came back up again.

You hated to fight with Joel when that happened, and you hated not being on the same page but he was so stubborn it wasn’t always easy to bite back your frustration.

He had told you about his past, about the people he hurt in those early days and it’s something he wrestled with, believing in the goodness you saw inside him when all he could see were the bad things.

It frustrated you sometimes, how he preferred to shut himself off, to you, to Sarah’s memory because he felt like his hands were too dirty, too blood-stained to even try.

“Que, no entendes?! Please, Joel! Stop trying to be something you aren’t. You think you aren’t a good man but bad people don’t get upset about being bad. Do you think you can just turn it off, the part of you that was always a good man, a good father? Well sorry, but you can’t, that’s who you are to your core, I saw it the first moment I met you and every time since then.”

“I’ve killed people,” his tone was mean, and venomous, another attempt at pushing you away. “Goddamnit, it’s not as simple as-”

“I get that! Look I know that you’ve done bad things but you’ve also spent every waking moment punishing yourself for it, do you realize that? All these years you’ve been paying your penance any way you can and I’m trying to tell you it’s okay live well, that you don’t have to torture yourself anymore because we have to try and make something out of all this pain.”

It wasn’t easy to get him to see what you saw but you didn’t back down, even when it would have been easy to, Joel knew it too, guilt washing over him as you looked at him then, tears brimming in your eyes.

“You’ve endured enough.”

It’s those final three words from you that makes him ease up, a reminder you nudged him with often, that he could rest already, could make amends by making a choice to find the light.

He lets you take some space from him, coming to find you before bed because he doesn’t want to fall asleep without fixing things.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair, talkin to you like that. You’re just tryna help my sorry ass and I haven’t thanked you enough. I’m gonna get better at that.”

It’s the first time you ever hug him, noticing the tremble in his hands as he says the words, feeling the sincerity in his voice, unable to stop yourself from all but barreling into his arms.

He’s still for only a moment before his arms wrap around you in return, the two of you bathed in moonlight, that butterfly still hanging in his window, pushing you towards each other again just like it had when you first met.

–

Eventually, the day comes when the monarchs leave, the approaching fall and winter seasons carrying them to warmer places, a solemn change in what had been yours and Joel’s routine.

The absence of the butterflies that had provided so much hope the last few months was felt, but the world was also a lot more open and wide now too.

You no longer slept on Joel’s couch, you slept pressed against him now, and woke with your limbs tangled with his, a quiet partnership forming.

It scares both of you, knowing that you had grown to care for each other so quickly, knowing that was dangerous and reckless but also feeling stronger because you were a team.

You think that’s why you make the decision together, one rainy fall evening when Joel comes home with a message from Tommy.

They had gone through a rough patch recently, being apart from each other for some time and still not seeing eye to eye on Tommy’s choices but slowly, they’d started talking again and there was news that Tommy and the group he was with had gotten a hydroelectric plant that had once belonged to FEDRA up and running.

There was electricity and a place to stay if you and Joel were interested, plus Tommy wanted you to meet Maria, said she did him a whole world of good and this was some of that good in action.

It hadn’t been a hard choice to make even knowing how difficult the journey would be.

This was the chance you’d both been waiting for, and had talked about, a far off dream of running away from all the violence that was inescapable here in Boston, searching for something better out there, and now it was within reach.

So you’d left your garden in the care of a friend you knew would understand its importance, and you bide your time with Joel, making deals, doing jobs, collecting and saving up supplies, and helping him map the way to Jackson.

And then the day came when you left the QZ behind for good, watching the city fade away in the rearview mirror.

Making it to Tommy hadn’t been easy, there had been one too many close calls for comfort but the trust you and Joel had in each other didn’t waver, and here you were, finally on the other side.

Settling in hadn’t been the easiest, especially for Joel, his guard still up but little by little, you both sank into a new way of life.

You quickly learned how to ride a horse and hunt in the woods surrounding the power plant, even making friends with some of the families in the community.

Joel had taken to things a little slower, but even he couldn’t hide for long, helping some of the men in the group with repairs on things that needed fixing, even cautiously attempting to make friends with you.

Small pockets of peace started to open up the longer you stayed and the threat of raiders loomed over that peace at times, keeping everyone on alert for attacks but you all had Joel and Tommy now, always amongst the first to be out there protecting, defending fiercely.

You knew they wouldn’t let anything happen to you here.

As spring arrived again you found a nice spot for a garden, pointing out sprouting flower buds to Joel one day, almost missing the fond smile forming on his lips, both of you knowing what this meant.

You were happy here, and happy being with Joel, the two of you building a new garden together this time, until finally, as the chill spring breeze transitioned into summer heat and sunshine you were sat next to him like you had been what seemed like ages ago, watching the butterflies circle the flowers in bloom in what had become Sarah’s Garden.

Joel made you a promise; to keep going for family, the family you, him, and Tommy were now. And you promised the same, not scared of how much you cared for the man by your side anymore.

It wasn’t perfect, the world was still rotten and the broken parts of you all were still raw, still healing, but this time her light was guiding the way through it and that made it all worth it.

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A/N: When I saw that butterfly hanging in the window of his place in Boston I just couldn’t resist writing something about how he got it and here we are! This world is so dark and tragic and while this fic doesn’t change those facts, I hope it plants some gentle, hopeful little seeds of healing, because Joel deserves that and so do you as the reader! thank you for reading this, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! 💌

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- gojo satoru as your best friend -

gojo satoru x fem.reader

university | no curses au

thirst post; reader and gojo are in their early 20s; minors don't interact, s-xual content ahead

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

self-proclaimed best friend! gojo immediately going up to you just as you entered your first morning class of the day, unaware that you shared a class with this seemingly hyperactive and beautiful young man as he immediately introduces himself to you.

best friend! gojo who walks with you to all your classes while carrying your books, telling you corny jokes and stories to try and elicit a smile from you (bonus points if he can make you laugh!)

best friend! gojo who trades numbers with you almost immediately, using the guise of catching up with your lecture notes (just in case!)

best friend! gojo who texts you in between classes and calls you each time he gets bored.

best friend! gojo who casually saunters up to you if he catches a random guy talking to you, sliding his arms around your waist, his gaze becoming menacing enough that the guy you were once speaking to leaves without hesitation.

best friend! gojo who doesn't mind inviting you back to his dorm for sleepovers when classes were cancelled or during weekends, setting up all of your favorite movies to watch while ordering your favorite takeout.

best friend! gojo who falls asleep on your lap on more than one occasion, feigning sleep sleeping to fight back the headache while basking in your warmth.

best friend! gojo who comforts you through your tears each time you failed an exam or got into a fight with one of your parents.

best friend! gojo who will always always always share an umbrella with you whenever it rained and you forgot to wear a jacket or have your own umbrella on hand.

best friend! gojo who lets you steal his hoodies every time because you just loved how big it was and how it enveloped you in his scent-

meanwhile, you try everything to avoid falling for your best friend (and failing miserably.)

all you can think about is how hauntingly beautiful your best friend's eyes were, and how his presence had become something you almost craved.

your heart felt like you couldn't live without your best friend

and your soul felt like it could connect with no one other than your best friend

so when your best friend suddenly kisses you out of nowhere during one of your 'sleepovers', you bask in his kiss, threading your fingertips into his silvery hair while bringing him achingly closer to you.

your best friend's lips were felt on your lips-

then your stomach (kissing all the insecurities away)-

and suddenly, your best friend is between your legs, pushing your panties all the way down to your ankles while his lips are felt exploring your pulsating core, giving your gummy walls languid licks, his groans causing pleasurable vibrations to course through you.

your best friend setting your body aflame when his slender fingers enters your sopping wetness, teasing you with each squelching sound that was heard coming from your pretty little flower.

your best friend groaning as he drinks up all you had to offer the moment you came into his awaiting mouth.

your best friend meeting your gaze as he kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself as his half-hardened cock brushes against your inner thigh.

your best friend stroking himself into full hardness before hovering over you, trapping you beneath him while kissing you deeply.

your best friend who admits to how much he wants you- how much he needed you this whole time before thrusting himself into your heat, the red-hot sensation making you arch your back against the mattress.

you feel your best friend's quick little pounds against you, making your breasts bounce with his rapid movements, melting when you felt him pressing a kiss against the palm of your hand.

with you losing all train of thought each time your best friend rams himself back into you, making you see stars the moment you came, allowing your gummy walls to milk him for all he was worth.

your best friend who helps you through your release, riding you until you were sobbing, only having the strength to call out his name while raking your nails down his pale back.

your release urging your best friend on, driving him near insane when he sees the evidence of your release sliding down his pulsating shaft before he inevitably pulls out of you, releasing himself on your abdomen with a groan of your name.

best friend! gojo falling down next to you, caging you in his arms while he hungrily kisses you with a desperation.

finally telling you how he's been in love with you since the first moment he saw you.

just... best friend! gojo becoming your lover in the most romantic way possible.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru imagine #gojo smut #.stories

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Embracing Love's Unfathomable Depths

➥ summary: Jonathan and his wife share a passionate night together and come to find out that they are bringing into this world a new life

➥ a/n: slight angst more so fluff

➥ one shot

In the heart of the bustling city, where the shadows danced and secrets lurked, Jonathan Ohnn, better known as The Spot, found solace within the walls of his sanctuary—a modest apartment that held the echoes of his dual existence as both a supervillain and a man seeking redemption. As the night settled in, Jonathan found himself enveloped in the arms of his loving wife, (Y/N), amidst the tranquil space of their bedroom.

Their room was adorned with touches of warmth and affection, photographs capturing cherished memories scattered across the walls. The scent of lavender filled the air, adding an ethereal touch to the ambiance. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant as Jonathan and (Y/N) reveled in the intimate connection they shared.

(Y/N) gazed into Jonathan's eyes, her love for him shining through every glance. She was determined to show him that his appearance, no matter how different or unconventional, could never hinder the depth of her affection. Tonight, she intended to demonstrate that their love transcended all boundaries.

Her fingertips grazed his cheek, her touch sending a shiver down Jonathan's spine. He looked into her eyes, a mix of longing and apprehension filling his own. He had always been self-conscious about his appearance, plagued by doubts and insecurities. But (Y/N)'s unwavering love had the power to shatter those barriers, reminding him that he was deserving of acceptance and adoration.

As the night wore on, (Y/N)'s touch became bolder, her hands exploring the contours of Jonathan's body, tracing the very essence of his being. Each caress was filled with an undeniable passion, an affirmation that she loved him wholly, without reservation.

Jonathan's heart pounded in his chest as desire ignited within him. He surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their connection, their bodies entwined in a dance of shared affection. In this moment of vulnerability and surrender, they discovered the profound depths of their love.

As their passionate night unfolded, Jonathan felt the weight of his insecurities melt away. In (Y/N)'s arms, he found solace and acceptance, a haven where his true self was celebrated. Every touch, every whispered word of adoration, reminded him that he was deserving of love—his own unique version of love.

Their embrace lingered in the sacred space of their bedroom, their bodies and souls intertwined in a symphony of ecstasy and devotion. The world outside ceased to exist as they surrendered to the blissful union of their love. In that intimate realm, Jonathan and (Y/N) were free from judgment and fear, embracing the depths of their affection.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of their passionate night remained etched in their minds. And then, one day, (Y/N) discovered that she carried within her a precious gift—a life growing within her womb. The news filled their hearts with both joy and trepidation.

Jonathan's mind spun with worry and fear, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of their unborn child's appearance. Would the baby inherit his unique characteristics, a reflection of his own extraordinary abilities? Would the world accept their child, or would they face a lifetime of prejudice and misunderstanding?

(Y/N), sensing Jonathan's inner turmoil, embraced him tightly, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "Jonathan, our child will be a piece of you and me, a symbol of the love we share. No matter how different they may look, they will be a source of endless joy and pride. We will love them unconditionally, just as we love each other."

Jonathan's eyes met (Y/N)'s, his heart swelling with gratitude and adoration. He realized that his wife's unwavering love had the power to guide him through the most challenging of times. Her words were a balm to his worried soul, offering a glimpse of hope and reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

As the months passed, Jonathan and (Y/N) embraced the journey of pregnancy with unwavering love and anticipation. They reveled in the miracle of life growing within (Y/N)'s womb, celebrating each milestone and cherishing the precious moments shared between the three of them.

•••

Jonathan Ohnn, known as The Spot, had been on the run for his crimes, evading the relentless pursuit of the Spider Gang from the Spider-Verse. The weight of his past actions loomed heavy, and he lived in constant fear of their capture. But amidst the chaos of his fugitive existence, Jonathan's world was about to collide with the Spider Gang in an unexpected encounter.

On a seemingly ordinary day, Jonathan ventured out to a local grocery store, a rare moment of normalcy in his tumultuous life. As he walked down the aisles, filling his cart with groceries he intended to purchase, he couldn't help but remain vigilant, ever watchful for any signs of danger.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the store, causing Jonathan's heart to skip a beat. "You'll be coming with us, Spot!" Miles Morales, aka Spider-Man, called out, his fellow Spider Gang members, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, and Pavitr Prabhakar, flanking him in their spider suits.

Jonathan glanced at the Spider Gang, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. He continued to pick up items from the shelves, unrattled by their presence. "No can do, Spidey. My wife's pregnant, and she's expecting me to be home in a few minutes with all this food."

Hobie raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing upon his face. "Pickles and ice cream, huh?"

Gwen nudged Hobie's shoulder, shooting him a playful glare. "Shut up, Hobie. Pregnancy makes women crave weird things sometimes."

Pavitr, always the optimist, couldn't hide his excitement. "Oh, goodie! A baby! That's wonderful news, Spot!"

Jonathan nodded, a genuine smile forming on his face. "Yeah, it is. It's a whole new chapter in our lives. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect my family."

Miles crossed his arms, his expression serious yet tinged with a hint of sympathy. "We can't just ignore your crimes, Spot. There are consequences for your actions."

Jonathan turned to face Miles, his voice laced with sincerity. "I understand that, Miles. I've made mistakes, but I'm trying to change, to be better. My wife and child—they're my motivation now. They're the reason I'm trying to leave my past behind."

Gwen stepped forward, her tone filled with understanding. "We know it's not easy, Spot. But you have to understand our position too. We're responsible for maintaining the balance, for protecting innocent lives."

Jonathan's gaze met Gwen's, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "I get it. But I won't let my family suffer because of my past. I'm doing everything I can to make things right."

Hobie chimed in, his voice carrying a note of sympathy. "We'll keep an eye on you, Spot.“

Jonathan nodded, a sense of determination settling within him. "You have my word, I won't let my loved ones down."

With a mix of understanding and caution, the Spider Gang watched as Jonathan continued his grocery shopping. They understood the complexities of his situation, torn between their duty and recognizing the potential for redemption.

As Jonathan approached the checkout counter, he cast a final glance at the Spider Gang, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you for understanding, guys. And thank you for reminding me that there's always a chance for change."

Miles nodded, a gesture of acknowledgement. "Just remember, Spot, the choices you make will define your path. We're here to make sure you choose the right one."

With a newfound sense of purpose, Jonathan paid for his groceries and made his way out of the store. As he walked towards his car, the weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders, but the warmth of his family's love gave him strength.

He knew that his journey towards redemption wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to create a better future for his wife, his unborn child, and himself. As he drove home, the presence of the Spider Gang, both as a reminder of his past and a beacon of hope for his future, fueled his resolve.

•••

Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, watched as the Spider Gang prepared to set out on their mission to retrieve Jonathan Ohnn, the elusive Spot. His expression held a steely determination, for he knew the consequences of letting the Spot's crimes go unchecked.

"I don't care if he has a family," Miguel declared firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. "He's a problem not just for our universe, but for all the others out there. We can't afford to let him slip through our fingers."

The Spider Gang listened, their faces reflecting the weight of the responsibility placed upon them. They understood the gravity of the task at hand, but the mention of Jonathan's family tugged at their hearts.

Days passed, and the Spider Gang tracked down the Spot's whereabouts, leading them to his apartment. With a collective sense of purpose, they braced themselves for the confrontation that lay ahead. They broke in, ready to apprehend the Spot, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight.

In the midst of the apartment, (Y/N), the Spot's pregnant wife, stood by the stove, cooking a meal with a serene expression on her face. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise at the intrusion.

"Oh, I didn't know Jonathan was inviting guests over," (Y/N) greeted them warmly, her voice filled with hospitality. "Please, come sit. The food will be ready soon."

Pavitr Prabhakar, known as Spider-Man of India, couldn't help but be taken aback by the scene before him. The sight of a pregnant woman bustling about the kitchen, her warmth and kindness radiating, melted his heart.

"No way," Pavitr exclaimed, a mix of awe and admiration in his voice. "You come sit down, ma'am. Here, rest your feet. I'll make you some chai."

(Y/N) smiled gratefully at Pavitr, grateful for his considerate gesture. She lowered herself onto a nearby chair, accepting the offer with a sense of appreciation. The Spider Gang settled around her, their previous mission temporarily forgotten.

As Pavitr busied himself in the kitchen, preparing the warm cup of chai, Gwen Stacy, known as Spider-Gwen, turned to (Y/N) with a gentle smile. "You and Jonathan, you have a beautiful home. How long have you been together?"

(Y/N)'s eyes softened, her hands cradling her growing belly. "Thank you. We've been together for several years now. It's been quite a journey, but he's my rock, and I couldn't ask for a better partner."

Miles Morales, Spider-Man of the main universe, nodded in understanding. "Family means everything, doesn't it?"

(Y/N) nodded, a sense of determination in her voice. "Absolutely. Our family is everything to us, and we'll do whatever it takes to protect each other."

As Pavitr returned with a tray of steaming chai, he handed a cup to (Y/N) with a gentle smile. "Here you go, ma'am. I hope it brings you some comfort."

(Y/N) took a sip of the warm chai, feeling its soothing effect on her tired body. She looked at the Spider Gang, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you all for your kindness. I know you're here for Jonathan, but please understand that our love and commitment to each other will never waver."

Gwen reached out, placing a reassuring hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "We understand. Family is important to us too. We'll do what we can to ensure your safety and Jonathan's, but we can't turn a blind eye to the Spot's actions."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze steady. "I understand. Just please remember that behind every choice he made, there is a man trying to change, a man who wants a better future for his family."

Miles spoke up, his voice filled with a mix of resolve and empathy. "We'll do our best to help Jonathan find that better future, for your sake and for the sake of all the universes affected by his actions."

In that moment, as the Spider Gang sat together, sharing a simple meal and engaging in heartfelt conversation, they understood the depth of Jonathan's humanity. They realized that redemption was a complex journey, and that sometimes, even heroes had to make difficult choices.

As the meal came to an end, the Spider Gang bid farewell to (Y/N), promising to keep her and Jonathan's family in their thoughts. They left the apartment, their mission temporarily on hold, their hearts filled with a newfound understanding.

•••

Months had passed since the Spider Gang's encounter with (Y/N) and their understanding of Jonathan's complex situation deepened. As (Y/N) continued her pregnancy journey, she and Jonathan made preparations for a home birth, cherishing the idea of welcoming their child into the warmth of their loving home.

In the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom, Jonathan and (Y/N) had created a space of serenity and safety. Soft music played in the background as they prepared for the arrival of their baby, their hearts filled with anticipation and excitement.

But fate had other plans in store.

Just as the contractions grew more intense, and the air was filled with an electric mix of nerves and joy, a sudden portal opened in the room, and Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099, materialized before their eyes.

The room fell into stunned silence as Miguel took in the scene before him. He had come to arrest the Spot, but the sight of a woman in the throes of childbirth caught him off guard.

"Oh, god," Miguel muttered under his breath, his eyes widening in a mix of shock and awkwardness. He quickly averted his gaze, clearly flustered. "I... I didn't mean to intrude. I'll come back another day for the Spot."

Jonathan, his attention divided between his wife and the unexpected visitor, managed to find his voice. "We're in the middle of something here. Can you give us a moment?"

Miguel's expression softened, his gaze shifting back to Jonathan. He nodded, his voice filled with understanding. "Alright, I'll give you some privacy. Just know that this doesn't change anything. We'll have to settle this eventually."

With those words, Miguel retreated through the portal, leaving Jonathan and (Y/N) alone once again. The room filled with a mix of relief and anticipation, the interruption serving as a reminder of the challenges they would have to face once the baby arrived.

(Y/N), despite the interruption, remained focused and determined. She held Jonathan's hand tightly, drawing strength from their connection. "We can do this, Jonathan. Our love will guide us through. Just focus on supporting me, and everything will be alright."

Jonathan nodded, a mixture of pride and concern in his eyes. He stood by (Y/N)'s side, providing comfort and reassurance as her labor intensified. Time seemed to lose its meaning as they navigated the waves of pain and anticipation, their love anchoring them in the midst of the storm.

And then, in a moment that felt both timeless and miraculous, their baby emerged into the world, filling the room with a cry that echoed with the promise of new beginnings. Jonathan's eyes glistened with tears as he held their precious child in his arms, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

As they marveled at the tiny life they had created, Jonathan and (Y/N) knew that their journey had just begun. The interruption by Miguel served as a reminder that their circumstances were far from ordinary. The Spider Gang's pursuit of the Spot would continue, and their lives would forever be intertwined with the web of responsibility and redemption.

But in that precious moment, all that mattered was the love that enveloped their growing family. Jonathan kissed (Y/N)'s forehead, his voice filled with awe. "We did it, (Y/N). Look at our beautiful child. A perfect blend of you and me."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze fixed on the tiny face in Jonathan's arms. "They're a piece of our love, Jonathan. No matter what lies ahead, we'll protect them with everything we have."

As they embraced their newborn and the uncharted path that lay before them, Jonathan and (Y/N) knew that their love would be the guiding light in their journey. They would face the challenges of the Spider Gang and the shadows of their past with unwavering determination, for they had found strength in each other and in the boundless love they shared.

With their newborn cradled in their arms, Jonathan and (Y/N) embarked on a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns. They held each other's hands tightly, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, knowing that their love would remain their guiding star, leading them towards a future filled with hope, forgiveness, and the unbreakable bond of family.

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