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bbyquokka · 3 months

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1:16 pm (hhj)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, dirty thoughts, consensual distribution of sexual pics/videos, sex toys, little bit of nipple play

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.8k ~ (896)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | this won in the poll i did a few days ago! i hope you all enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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he's bored. the meeting he is currently stuck in is boring. his eyes keep drooping, threatening to close whilst the tall coffee he got from the coffee shop is failing to do its job and keep him awake.

he's been cranky since the moment he woke up at five am. hyunjin wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with the person he loves, maybe even make love to you when you woke up.

either way, everything is irritating him, no matter how small or big it seems. his collar on his white shirt feels too tight around his neck. his blazer feels that it's constricting him. his suit pants feeling more and more uncomfortable as time goes on.

he glances at his silver watch that sits on his wrist, groaning at the fact that he has 4 more hours of his superior telling him the same old stuff that he already knows. he knows the company needs to up their sales. he knows the company had a rough month last month. he knows because he looks at the numbers and puts it all together. because he was the one that made the superiors aware of how shit the company has been doing lately.

hyunjin's mind drifts to you. it drifts to this morning where he had to leave you. it drifts to how beautiful and ethereal you looked. your face all cute and smushed together. the duvet covering your body but somehow outlining your curves. the soft snores and whimpers of his name. the way you'd roll over into a more comfortable position and just flop on your back.

he wanted to ruin you. pepper your skin in kisses and bruises. caress your skin and your curves and listen to your sweet and beautiful moans in the form of his name whilst he watches your mind slowly cloud over and fill with nothing but thoughts of him.

fuck, hyunjin wishes he didn't have to attend this stupid meeting.

as he listens to his superior drone on and on about useless information, he feels his phone vibrate. he frowns and pulls it out of his pocket, keeping it under the desk.

a message from you. he thought it was just a simple “good morning” message but as he opens it up, his eyes widen and throat becomes dry.

you sent him a video. a video of you bouncing on your clear suction dildo. you have your back to the camera so hyunjin can see everything so perfectly. the way the dildo disappears and reappears. the way your ass ripples with each bounce. how you lean forward slightly to give hyunjin that perfect view. unfortunately, his phone is on silent so he can't hear you but he can use his imagination.

he swallows thickly, eyes glued to the screen. his body heats up as tingles shoot all over his body and lay dormant in the pit of his stomach. hyunjin shuffles in his seat slightly, readjusting himself and crossing his legs to hide the growing erection

hyunjin [7:30]: well, good morning to me i guess 🤤

yn [7:30]: good morning, hyun! 😇

hyunjin [7:31]: my love. you can't be sending me stuff like that. im still in a meeting!

yn [7:31]: aw :( did you not like it?

hyunjin [7:32]: quite the opposite darling. i fucking loved it which is a problem when i'm at work 🫣

yn [7:34]: great! then you wouldn't mind if i sent you more stuff 😇😚

hyunjin audibly groans which causes heads to turn. he looks up, clears his throat and shoves his phone in his pocket.

“apologies. just family stuff.” the superior gives hyunjin a disgruntled grunt before continuing on with the meeting. hyunjin rolls his eyes, his mind now wondering back to the video you sent him and the possibilities of what's to come.

his mind wanders into a daydream. it wanders back to the video you sent him and how he wishes he was behind you, a handful of your hair and his cock replacing the dildo. how he wishes he could hear your screams and pleads for more. to see your body shake with intense pleasure and glisten with sweat. to see your knees bruise from the hardwood floor.

the more he thinks, the more he throbs. he adjusts and shifts in his seat for the nth time in a row. his hand grips and pinches his thigh as an attempt to calm himself down. he feels hot and wants nothing more than to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt (maybe use said tie to bound your hands behind your back whilst he fucks you)

his phone buzzes in his pocket several times. he takes it out and unlocks it, revealing the treats you’ve sent him.

pictures and videos of you naked and in lewd positions. driving the dildo in and out of your hole, teasing your nipples and looking so perfect; too perfect for hyunjin's liking.

hyunjin [8:49]: you're a menace..

yn [8:50]: please come home. i need you 🥺

“fuck.” he mumbles before stowing his phone back in his pocket and standing up.

“i'm terribly sorry but i have to leave. family emergency.”

and with that, hyunjin leaves the meeting room in a rush. his only goal is to get to you – even if it means getting an earful from the boss tomorrow.

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olfoartz · 1 month

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Im starting a vote on my dicord every now and then for oc info. This is armani and markies. It will tell what life was before and after finding each other. Not super detailed just enough info to get the main gist of shit.

Markies and Armani are both apart of the shadow realm. Each realm has birth defects. Markies just so happened to be born with ALL of them.

Birth defects are-

•Mostly white fur

•cyan anywhere

•unable to turn glow off

•more than 2 eyes

Markies has black only on his face. He has cyan eyes, 4 eyes in fact, and cant turn off the glow for his nose. Shadow realm inhabitants have glowing fur, nose, eyes, inside of ear and inside of mouth. They can turn it on and off. Markies can turn it off on his nose.

Because markies is the only shadow realm inhabitant whos ever had ALL borth defects had been hunted his entire life. He was easy to spot and a target for many. He was a liability to his pack / family so he had been dumped in hopes of being killed and never being the realms problem ever again.

The shadow realm protector wanted other realms to think they went extinct as it would benefit them in the war (more info soon on war) so they didnt want to risk sending him out as others would know they exist.

Markies had been (again) hinted his entire life. He had sustained life threatening injuries more than 5 times but he was able to find ways to hide such as digging under ground.

Normally no one would get with a mutant as they cant reproduce and because they cant reproduce they usually die out quickly. He also had no one to help protect him bc of this. He did have ppl find him and try to help protect him / adopt him before turning 16 but they all kept leaving him so he eventually stopped excepting help.

Armani had no big problems growing up, ofc the shadow realm being one of the most dangerous realms didnt help.

She may not have had any specific reasons for being targeted but the shadow realm is full of cannibals.

Armani doesn’t have any mutations. She is how ever infertile. She doesn’t see a problem with being with Markies as they wouldn’t be able to have kids even IF she was considered normal.

Markies had separation issues do to so many adoptions and abandonments in his past.

Markies and armani would be a couple for a good 20 years before the war, both living in the shadow realm for 5 and the forest realm for 15 before the war.

The war is a big war that all my OCs go through unless they choose to stay at home, even then their homes are effected as the lava/fire realm invade all realms except for the forgotten realm.

Armanis dies during the war. Markies ofc finds her. When he finds her he doesn’t leave and instead slowly dies laying next to her. Ofc she smelled as she decade but he didnt care, she was the only one who actually showed him what love is like.

Armanis dies at 32 and Markies dies at 29.

-i have a discord server that i post the lore on and have votes for next OC lore dump, next one is Time boy or Time watcher (same person different name) so if you are interested in my shit theres that. My insta has a highlight for my OCs so if you are ever curious you can look at them.-

If you’d like more info (not many will see this) then i can add it here if you ask in comments.

Dicord

Insta

I might start writing the actual story out on AO3, i have an account but i dont have a lot of time / motivation to write it. I will try, heres my AO3

Im currently using a phone as i dont have my laptop, but my ao as shown is olfo_stories with oc Steven and Lemon fighting. If i change it, it might be my fursona instead

So yea 😩

#oc #my oc #oc lore #olfo #olfo universe

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Can You Do A Vampire Mikey x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 58. Turtle bedroom 89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 96. Making out 123. “Don’t hold back.” 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire

Oh i haven't written about Mikey in a good minute 😈🧡

Sorry for it being short/messy, im just now getting over a cold 🤒🤧

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone in this is 18+. This is written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

🌙🦉 Night Owl 🦉🌙

It couldnt be more perfect. You always were up late at night. That's when you also met Mikey, informally. The next few nights were spent wondering what it was you saw. He tapped on your window outside and introduced himself. You both talked till the morning light. No one ever intrigued you as much as he did. And its been like this every night.... until something happened.

You talked about your day (because Mikey liked to hear what you did during the daytime, plus you already knew he was a vampire so he couldn't be around during the day) and what you and your friends did. You noticed that Mikey was looking annoyed, maybe a little distant. You asked,"What's with you, Mikey?"

"It's nothing. Its just- Could you talk about something else besides your guy friends?"

"Why does that bother you?"

"Because you're mine."

Was he... getting jealous? His eyes seemed to glow a brighter blue than usual. He looked predatory. This was a side of him you've never seen before, and it scared you a little.

"I dont belong to anyone. I'm my own person. Besides you're the one who asked about my day. You don't have to be jealous over a guy."

"But you're my gir- uh, friend."

"You're what?"

"... Friend. Best friend...."

"That's not what I heard."

Well, cat's out of the bag. Everything flew out the window. Mikey pulled your whole upper torso out the window to pull you to his lips. His kiss was wild, needy.

You swear you felt a sharp tooth, possibly a fang, as it lightly grazed your lips. You groaned and grunted as his hold on you never waivered. "Mikey!" you cried against his lips. You pushed at his plastron, trying make him let go. "Let me go!"

He reluctantly released you. You huffed trying to catch your breath. Your blood rushed through your body.

And he knew...

"I know your thoughts. You can fight and argue all you want, we both know you belong to me." he huffed out, trying to calm himself before he decided to continue devouring you. He wanted to, but not here, not now. "I'll talk to you later, 'kay?" He turned and left, fading into the night.

You felt restless now. Eveything that happened and everything he said played over and over in your mind. You tried to sleep but that didn't no good. You were just as restless. You dreamed of you and Mikey being intimate with each other. He was pleasuring you in ways you didn't think possible. It was a wet dream, and felt so real; you could still feel his rough fingers glide over your skin. It felt like he was there with you, making you feel this way. Your body ached, it craved him.... for many nights...

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

》》 *fast forward* 》》

Mikey called you to come over to his place. You wanted to before, but he told you it wasn't the right time. Plus it was for your safety... from his family. He wanted to talk to you but didn't want to be interuppted by his family or anyone on the surface; he wanted some privacy for once.

He gave you directions on where to go. You wrote them down but when you actually got to the sewers, it was like a maze. You took out your phone and texted him:

💗You'll look for me if i get lost, right?

🧡Don't worry, babes, i got you ;>

You trudged through the sewer tunnels the best you could, following the directions written on a note on your phone. It felt like forever but you made it to the destination. Mikey snuck up behind you and hugged you.

"See, told ya i got ya."

You giggled. He led you the rest of the way through the sewers to the lair. You was amazed at how it looked. All you could do was stare in awe.

"Come on, let's go to my room where we can get... comfortable. Oh, and have some privacy."

"Where's..."

"My bros and dad's out for the night... you know, doing vampire stuff and ninja stuff."

You went along with what he said. You didn't know a whole lot about his family. You wanted to meet them sometime.

Mikey sat on the edge of his bed, patting a spot next to him, motioning you to sit. "Care to join me?" He smirked at you, and the way his fang peeked out made him look sexier, which made your heart race. You slowly sat down and felt yourself kinda sink in the mattress, leaning you towards him.

His eyes then locked with yours. "I've gotta ask you something. Do you... do you like me?"

"But you already-"

"Yeah, yeah, I already know. But I want to hear you say it..."

His eyes made your heart pound. They were so gorgeous, burning like a light blue flame. Or maybe sapphires. Its like they stared into your soul.

"I..." you breathed in and out. "I like you, Mikey. I dont know when or why, but I just do." you confessed. You even told him that when it was about dawn, you didn't want him to leave. You wanted to talk to him more.

"Well, I've got a deal for you. You and me can talk all you want and more. We'll have all the time in the world. But that means giving up your humanity, Angelcakes. So, how about it, Y/N? Do you want to be a vampire, and be my... queen of the night? My little night owl?"

His large hand cupped a side of your cheek, and your smaller hand rested on top of his. You closed your eyes, loving how gentle he was with you. But you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding something back.

You had thought about it since finding out that Mikey was a vampire mutant turtle. The more you thought about it, the more your mind leaned toward the idea. There was times when you just wanted to quit being a human and be free to be and do what you wanted. Humanity was becoming such a burden. Also you couldn't stand the thought of Mikey being so alone all this time, and didn't want him to be lonely anymore.

"Yes. If it means I get to be with you."

"Y/N, you don't know how much this means to me." His mouth crashes into yours, wanting to kiss you deeper. He moaned at your taste and felt his body coming alive. His chest rumbled with something primal. He needed you. He let go to let you breathe. ( he learned his lesson about kissing you for so long )

"You mean so much me, babygirl. Though technically vampires are the undead, I've never felt so alive before you."

His arousal grew, and the longer he kissed you and touched you he could smell yours. He had to have you. Masturbation wasn't cutting it anymore. He had to know every scent, every taste, of your body. The sound of your heart pumping beat in his ears.

"Angel, you" His mouth gently snaked down to your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of a tingling and burning sensation on your skin. "smell so good..."

You moaned and held onto his head, holding him to you. He teased and tasted your sensitive spot below your ear. You whimpered as his hands rubbed your sides and curves. "Mikey~ Bite me~."

"Do you trust me?" He paused. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or take away your choices. "There's no going back if I do... Are you sure?"

Your hips wriggled; your body was desperate, and you were on the verge of tears. You wanted him, to belong to him. "Yes~ Please~" you pleaded.

"Alright, sweetie. Just relax."

Mikey latched onto your neck, piercing your skin like biting into an apple. He felt the warm life essence coat his tongue and go down his throat. The taste was exquisite. Your blood wasn't like any other. Your cries of pleasure echoed off the walls and back.

He lapped at the two wounds he made, trying to stop it from bleeding. As much as he wanted to take you, he had to wait patiently till you were ready. He checked to make sure you was fine. When you told him that you were... thirsty, he smirked devilishly at you.

"Am I a vampire?"

"Yeah, but the rituals not finished. I gotta claim you and make you mine." he purred near your ear."Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?" A vision of you underneath Mikey entered your mind. Shivers ran down your spine, making your body arch into him. His arms circled you and pulled you fully into his lap, pulling your mouth to his. He continued where he left off.

"Mikey~"

You could taste your blood on his tongue. The coopery taste ignited a hunger, a thirst, and you eyed his neck. Wonder what itd be like to sink your new fangs into his neck?

Any piece of clothing was removed, and both you and Mikey took time exploring each others bodies. He praised you with how wet you felt around his finger, how good you tasted. "Is this what you've been dreaming about, y/n?" You didnt answer but he knew anyway; you knew that he knew the dreams you had late at night.

Your fingers went from his plastron and made their way down to the erection he already sported. He was bigger than the human size. You pleasured him, too, wanting to make him feel just as good. You also let him know how badly you wanted him. After a while, Mikey stopped your ministrations.

"I like what you're doing, but I gotta have you, baby. I know you want it, too." he softly chuckled."Lay back and let me take care of you."

Desire rushed through your veins as your back met his bed. Your body automatically opened itself to him. The lustful look in his eyes made you shiver. Slowly he pushed his cock inside you, stretching you to fit him. The mewls and whimpers urged him on after stopping for a minute once he was fully inside you. Long slow strokes of his hard on were given, making you arch your back, moaning out his name.

"Michelangelo!"

"Oh my god, Mikey~ You feel so good💖"

Once he got into the rhythm he grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest. His hips then rocked into you at a speed yoh could only describe as superhuman... or supermutant. He was so deep in you, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. He brought you close to your orgasm already.

"That's right, baby. Scream my name, let everyone know who you belong to," he grunted between thrusts."Don't hold back."

Hold back you didn't. You cried out in the ultimate bliss, your insides clenching around Mikey and milking him of his seed as rope after thick rope shot into your womb. Mikey moaned as his muscles clamped down for one of the most amazing orgasms he's ever had.

After coming down from your high, he held you to him. His hands tangled in your hair and smoothed down your back. He then let you drink some of his blood, to strengthen the bond between you, he said.

He was still hard, but waited till you were ready for round 2. "Are you ready, Angel?"

"I'll always be ready for you...~"

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #mikey #michelangelo #mikeyxreader #vampire mikey #vampire #ask #request #lemon #smut

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justarandomgirly · 2 years

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People treat me like a kid.

Im in my early 30s. Ive been working since graduation, supporting myself, making my own money,no husband of boyfriend helping me pay my bills.

I am a nurse. Ive seen shit. People died in front of me. I was resuscitating. Ive cleaned shit off people's asses. I have already some health problems.

Yet people treat me like a kid, I just slightly mention Ihave backpain and they go like "from what?" as if young person in their 30s had to be like a robot who is capable of working 24/7,

they force to me eat stuff I dont want, like when Im at a party or some family gathering or work meeting and there is food, I say I dont like that food, but they keep going like "try it youll like it" what am i 5 years old????? You think i cant make my own decision???? Maybe i already ate it and thats how i know i hate it? I even told once i cant eat seashells cos I'll get sick abd those people said "thats nonsense i eat them and im fine"

I dont think that needs commentary. THEY are fine eating them so i must be too. And they force me to try the food, from all sides, like im 5 year old, ive even had people throw that stuff on my plate.

And im trying to say politely to them I dont wanna eat it. Until i literaly explode and say "stop! Im not eating it!" And guess what? Im the bad guy then cos Im shouting and they "just wanted for me to try it". Again. Few even ignored when I mentioned I had allergy.

When Im quiet around someone, just being on my phone, minding my own business or going thru a magazine, I dont wanna talk to anyone cos Im introvert and I hate people, people always try to start convo with me, they are uncapable of reading my body language, that I clearly dont wanna be bothered, they ask me annoying completely useless questions,

and this one even once said (coworker, to another coworker) that I refused to talk to them. Refused? Bitch nobody asked you to start a convo with me. I was minding my own business on my phone, you were the one uncapable to stay quiet.

And if I do talk to people and casualy mention my backpain or something, I am told "from what? Youre young". So why should I talk to people if i get no understanding, just mockery and being put down? Yeah sure. Im 32 and I lay in my bed all day and money pours into my bank account itself.

Or at a family gathering. I go to kitchen cos idk sauce is still not cooked so I go and start preparing it. And some older female relative comes and stands beside me and immediately starts lecturing me how to cook it. As if i didnt know! Im not cooking for the first time! At least if i was doing it wrong but im not! Im roasting onion and that relative starts telling me what to do with it next. Why????? I know what im supposed to do! And btw i brought some food that i cooked and its already on the table and they all love it. So logically if i can make the pork so delicious I CAN COOK A FUCKING SAUCE!

I am a child to people. Despite my age and making my own money with noone's help.

Then they all wonder why I dont go to their birthdays and why I dont visit them etc.

And as i said its not only relatives. Its collegues, patients, everyone. Cos I did have some patients asking for older nurse when I was going to change their catheter.

Fuck people. Fuck everyone.

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scribeforchrist-blog · 2 months

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Keeping Myself Pure

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+John 17:17 Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ 1 Timothy 5:22, "Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men's sins: keep thyself pure."

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SUBJECT: Keeping Myself Pure

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM PURE

I AM MIGHTY

I AM STRONG

I AM BRAVE

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THOUGHTS:

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This week, we have covered a lot about anointing, but today, we are going to look over the ways we can lose the anointing; what we must understand is that gifts and anointing are different; they aren't the same, but gifts can never be revoked, but anointing can be taken away, and we want to do all we can to protect it. Still, the Holy Spirit wanted to list some ways our anointing can be taken away if we aren't careful. Just like anything that is treasured and valued, it's protected. People do all they can to protect things they find precious, and anointing needs to be one of those things.

One of the ways it can be taken away is by today's verse, which tells us one of those ways: by touching impure things and participating in other men's sins, we must stay pure. When we approve someone else sins, this is like us partaking in them; we have to be careful with participating in this because we leave ourselves open to desiring something we have no business doing.

Another way is allowing the wrong people in our lives, every day we must ask God who do you want in my life if you dont want them, they remove them because us having the wrong people close to us can taint and destroy the anointing within us, look at Samson, he was so focused on Delilah that he took his eyes off God to make her happy. Peter said this one time who do we seek approval from, who do we please more God or man, we have to understand when we are carrying the anointing of God we can no one longer choose man we must choose God every time.

•1 Corinthians 15:33 Do not be deceived: "Bad company ruins good morals."

•2 Corinthians 6:14 Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?

•Psalm 26:4-5 I do not sit with men of falsehood, nor do I consort with hypocrites. I wouldn't say I like the assembly of evildoers and will not sit with the wicked.

Having anything demonic in your home, sage, demonic symbols, these things weaken the anointing because we have things that are around us that are demonic. We have to pick and choose what we will have in our homes. One day, I had a woman call me; she said she went to the thrift store and bought a book; she thought nothing was wrong with this book, and the next thing she knew, she had a visitor in her home that night, a spirit she said she commands it to go.

It wouldn't go; she said she started anointing and praying over her home; she walked the spirit out, so she thought the next day she said she was asleep, and there it was again; she said this time the Holy Spirit told her the book you bought was demonic so she took the book outside commanded the spirit to go, and it left, we have to be careful what we buy, what we look at, what we do and who we are around.

"Exodus 30:32 Do not pour it on anyone else's body and do not make any other oil using the same formula. It is sacred, and you are to consider it sacred. "

When a manager goes out and hires someone for a position he's been looking for, he doesn't just look for anyone; he has to see something in them that he needs, and when he hires them, he knows they will do the job because they are qualified right, he knows if he had to leave the store, they would be able to take care it all, that is just like God he's given us his anointing to use. He expects us to protect it; he expects us to use it the right way because when he created us, he knew we were the right ones for the job; everyone has something God wants us to do; we all are different, but we must be careful with what we use his anointing for because the very moment we decided to use it in any other way he says not to we will have a problem.

*** Today, God expects us to walk in the authority he's given us and walk in his light so he can guide us through it. God can guide us with the use of the anointing, but it's up to us to do it; it's up to us not to allow things that can be brought in or things that can be worn to taint our anointing. This is serious. Many people don't take this topic seriously, but the Holy Spirit needs us to know that what we are carrying is to do his will and for us to accomplish anything he places before us! Today, look through your life and ask God to show you what could lessen the anointing power in your life. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for this week and what you are giving us to know. We ask you today to help us understand and carry the anointing power you have given us; lord, help us remove anything out of our lives that could lessen it in our lives. Lord, forgive us for the sins we have committed. Lord, we want to draw closer to you; lord, help us to understand your ways. Please help us to see you every day. Lord, we don't want to lose what you have given us, but please help us keep and cherish it in Jesus' Name, Amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ Ephesians 5:11 Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.

+ 1 Timothy 3:6 He must not be a recent convert, or he may become puffed up with conceit and fall into the condemnation of the devil

+ Revelation 18:4 Then I heard another voice from heaven saying, “Come out of her, my people, lest you take part in her sins, lest you share in her plagues;

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FURTHER READINGS

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PROVERBS 20

2 KINGS 13

ACTS 7

1 JOHN 2

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#bible #bible quotes #christian quote #daily devotion #daily devotional #inspiration #scripture #bible verse #christian life #christan life

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mishapen-dear · 1 year

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the shrekification of grian

887 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

"You're like the sun- vicious and burning" - ZombieCleo

1,134 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

Is anyone else feeling so normal about desert duo being the last green lives because im. normal. so normal. Theyre the only pair thats sustained each other theyre not just the last greens theyre the only pair only duo where one has not killed the other. this game is designed so that one partner Always kills another but not them. Only them. grian keeps killing scar but not this fucking time and scar isnt careful but he’s still staying alive anyway despite being Known for his deaths and. Theyre the last greens. Theyre the only ones that have kept each other alive. im so normal.

1,653 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*lays down* im thinking about minecraft again and the empty spaces you create. the flat lands. the grand halls. the picture perfect buildings and towns that no one lives in. have you ever entered a multiplayer world and found an empty town? it's like. people were there. there were players there, once, and maybe there will be players there again, but there aren't any now. now there are only empty buildings and straight-lined roads where forest used to be.

have you ever made a building that's just too Large? four chunks, one empty room. Or maybe found a megabase from the ground. you are so small, and the world you've and your players have made is so big.

i've seen so many people talk about how empty and lonely single player worlds are, but my favourite world is a single player one. i live in a valley and I've killed the dragon, and i live in a cave. it's messy and its homey and nothing fits together. i go to large multiplayer worlds with giant towns for hubs and its perfect. no one lives in any of the houses, no one explores them. we are all journeymen, never locals. "life" is a prop we hold up against the void so we don't keep staring into its depths.

or what about the big churches? the monuments? the gorgeous, sprawling builds that take hours and hours and are stunning and are so empty. when they're finished the builder moves on to the next project and the building stays. do you understand? the buildings are always lit up so nothing will spawn but nothing will spawn anyway because there's no one there. there are skyscrapers with a few chests and a crafting table inside. the purpose of the building is to be built and once its purpose is fulfilled it doesn't just go away. the buildings haunt their own halls, perfectly pretty and lovingly made and eventually forgotten.

i dont know. ive played this game for a decade. i've beat the ender dragon twice. i start a world and i restart them and i restart them and i restart them. there are posts going around that say that the world itself is not for you, but sometimes the things you build aren't for you, either

1,882 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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Moving houses wasn’t considered a tragedy; tsunamis, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions were all tragedies. They were all extremely serious and devastating to be considered one. And yet there you were, staring at your new house with a large box in your hands, practically reeking of misery. Logically, you knew why your parents up and moved your small family from the busy, largely populated city to the quiet suburbs with its tight-knit community–rent was disgustingly high in the city but a mortgage in the suburbs, while not dirt cheap, was certainly worth the money when they did the figures. But still. Your whole life was in the city. It wasn’t like you had many friends or anything, however the few that you did fortunately lived within walking distance.

At least decorating your room would be fun. Your brother wasn’t as artistically talented as his close friend, Ten, but he had better artistic skills and vision than you did. You knew that he wouldn’t disagree when you’d ask him to help. At least you hoped so, anyway, because Taeyong had the tendency to be too absorbed in whatever game he had just recently purchased. His newfound love seemed to be Animal Crossing at the moment as he talked about it non-stop. In the off chance he’d decline, you would probably just resort to searching up a Bob Ross painting tutorial on YouTube. Although you hoped you wouldn’t have to. You wanted to spend some quality time with your brother before he inevitably disappeared in his room to play his games or produce some mixtapes in his makeshift at-home music studio.

“Isn’t it fantastic?” Your mom breathed out enthusiastically as she came up from behind you, a small box in her hands. Not wanting to see her face wrinkle with a frown, you decided to agree.

“Yeah, it looks great.”

If she heard the melancholy in your voice, she chose to ignore it.

It had been a few months since you moved in and you tried adapting to your new life in the suburbs. Not changed that much really–you still just stayed inside your room alternating between reading books and watching movies on Netflix. What did change was that you could no longer just walk up to your friend’s house when you were bored. Facetime was fantastic and everything but could only do so much. You loved your friends. Really, you did, but the commute to the city was almost two hours by bus. What made it even worse was that the bus was infrequent, showing up either a few minutes early or vice verse. In rare occasions the bus wouldn’t make an appearance at all. Your older sister sure was lucky that she had a stable job and could afford to maintain her life in the city.

Deciding that you needed a change of scenery, you abandoned your seat by the window and made your way to the kitchen where you found your mom chopping up some vegetables. When she declined your offer to help her, you beelined towards the fridge to grab a glass of water before sitting down to watch her as she hummed, skillfully cutting the carrots into thin strips.

“Honey,” she said as she dropped the knife on the chopping board, looking up to face you. “Do you ever get bored in the house?”

You shrugged noncommittally. “Sometimes.”

“Well, what if I gave you a task?” You scrunched your nose. The last time your mom had given you something to do because you were ‘lazing around’ it ended up with you almost breaking your arm, and probably your leg, because the ladder wobbled. Fortunately Taeyong was with you at the time and was able to help break your fall. “Please? Our neighbor, Mrs.Na keeps asking me about ‘the child that keeps looking out the window wistfully’ and I think that you could use a bit of fresh air.”

“So you want me to,” you said slowly while practically disappeared into the chair, “make friendly with the neighbors?” She tittered at your reaction. But could she blame you? You weren’t a social butterfly or anything. In fact it was even amazing that you had friends in the first place considering how introverted you were.

“No. Not if you don’t want to. I was thinking more like you could fix up our front garden.”

The garden wasn’t horrendous looking. At least you didn’t think so. Sure, there were some weeds that littered the majority of the grass and there weren’t any flowers, but not everybody could have beautiful front gardens like Mrs.Na! Her sons was super conscious about how their garden looked. It was a regular occurrence to see one of them, usually the one with the bubblegum pink hair, water their plants at least three times a day while you were reading by your window, with a large smile on his face. Although you weren’t sure that plants needed to be watered that often, their garden was super lush and vibrant. Maybe they just had a magic green fingers and that was why none of their plants died of over-watering and always looked spectacular.

You eyed your mother suspiciously. “And it isn’t because you want to have the best front garden in the neighborhood.” Your mom was as competitive as they got; any time a festive season was due she had to outdo the rest on the street with the decorations that she hung up, she never let you or any of your siblings win at Mario Kart and you remember when you were younger, you had to have the prettiest lunchbox in the class. There were more instances you could think of but those remained vivd in your memory.

The smile that she let out was a guilty one. “Well, maybe just a little.”

You snorted, knowing that the opposite was true. “I’ll do it but only if we buy Disney Plus.” You had been bugging your parents to buy the subscription for a while, needing to fulfill your love for Disney movies, but they didn’t budge no matter how hard you pleaded. If you received allowance you would have subscribed the day it became available but you didn’t and Taeyong, sadly, had to decline because of his recent gaming purchases. You waited patiently as she mulled it over.

“Alright kiddo. You got yourself a deal,” you whooped loudly, “but the garden needs to look fabulous.”

You mock saluted her as you hopped off of the seat. You had garden plans to make.

It was disrespectfully hot when you decided to put your plan into motion. The sweat trickled down your back as you tried to remove your first weed. You had been at it for a few minutes but it didn’t shift, not even a little bit, and you were getting more and more impatient as the seconds flew by.

“Can’t you help me?” You whined, gloved hands still gripping tightly onto the annoying little plant, as you turned to look at your brother who was sitting on the steps.

Without raising his eyes from his phone he said, “nope. It’s your job. I’m just here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

You mimicked him silently as you returned your gaze to the weed, hoping that your glare would somehow disintegrate it. The annoying thing was that you had everything you needed except, apparently, a small digging spade. Grumbling to yourself, you exerted what you hoped was enough energy as you pulled harder. Nothing. It didn’t even budge. You folded your arms as you scowled, watching as it danced with the breeze. It definitely seemed to mock your failure with each movement that it made. Wiping your forehead you stood up and marched back inside your house, making sure to lightly kick your brother on the way in, and determinedly searched for something that could help you dig out the little monster.

Deciding that one spoon disappearing mysteriously wouldn’t be noticed by your parents, you grabbed one and stomped back outside. Taeyong slapped your leg as you passed by which made you stick your tongue out at him–not that he noticed, too engrossed in his game. As you began harshly shoveling at the soil surrounding the weed, you reasoned that your mom couldn’t be annoyed at you if she were to find out about the spoon. She was the one that wanted the prettiest garden after all.

It felt like more than an eternity had passed before you successfully managed to rid the garden of its weeds. The sun was setting and while your parents told you to head back inside, something about removing all of the weeds made you more motivated to execute the plan that you had for your garden. As you bagged up the remaining stems, you heard footsteps approach you from behind.

Taeyong squatted beside you, holding out a Caprisun. “You did a great job.” He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately when you took the juice pouch from him. “Let’s go back inside. You can continue tomorrow.”

“Looking good.” A voice that definitely did not belong to your older brother commented. Whoever the person was had to be lying to you, seeing as your flowers were only cute little sprouts. Standing up and turning from your position near the steps that lead towards the door, you found yourself staring at Mrs.Na’s sons. They stood side by side on the pavement, just a few inches from the grass, surveying your garden.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, growing self conscious at your work the longer they looked at your unblossomed flowers. It had taken a few weeks but the garden was finally starting to take shape; you mowed it to perfection, planted the seeds strategically and planned to convince your parents to add a wooden bench just beside the steps so that you could read while bathing in sunlight. Maybe you could even purchase a bench from IKEA, assemble it with Taeyong and somehow convince him to paint it so that it can have some personality.

The pink haired teen, you weren’t sure but you suspected that they were around your age or maybe even a bit older, smiled brightly. It was the smile you saw when he watered his flowers. You returned his smile, albeit awkwardly, and hoped that that would be the end of the conversation. Your hope was brutally crushed when he strode towards you, stopping just a few meters away from you before thrusting his hand out.

“I’m Jaemin, your neighbor across the street. Nice to meet you!” The smile still sat on his face and you briefly wondered if his facial muscles ever grew tired. “That’s my best friend Jeno.” He continued when you shook hands.

You nodded at his not-brother, geez you were so embarrassed that you assumed that they were related, who remained at their original spot. You held your smile as you met his eyes which earned you one of his own–he had a pretty smile. It was a smile that took over his entire face, his eyes adorably disappearing into little crescents. Jeno apparently deemed the small interaction between the two of you as an okay to head over to stand beside his best friend. You felt a little dazed the longer you looked at his cute smile so you averted your gaze back to Jaemin.

“Your garden is prettier.” You complimented, hands wringing the t-shirt you sneakily took from Taeyong–it was an old one, anyway, so hopefully he wouldn’t notice that it was missing from his closet.

Jaemin visibly preened, his smile somehow growing even wider. “Thanks! Hey, we were on our way to grab some milkshakes or something,” he side-eyed Jeno who nodded slightly. “Want to come with us?”

You blanched at his suggestion. What on earth possessed this guy and his best friend to compliment your garden and invite you to their hang out? Was this a common thing to do in the area? Although you doubted it seeing as they only approached you now and your family had moved in months ago. Unless, maybe, they were waiting until the perfect time to corner you? Whatever the reason, you had to reply because they couldn’t smile and wait patiently forever.

“They’d love to!” You turned immediately and stared at your mom incredulously. “What?” She asked as she smiled serenely. “They look like nice young men. Now go and get changed while I get them something to drink.”

The days that followed the impromptu hang out were fun. It was routine at that point to care and maintain your garden during the morning and then seeking out Jaemin and Jeno for company when it was the afternoon. While you and Jaemin bonded over horticulture, the teen freely offering advice on how to care for your plants and asked for your opinions on pots, you and Jeno preferred to spend your time with each other by talking about various books or him playing his guitar as you tended to your garden. Jaemin regularly teased the two of you for being ‘boring nerds’ but neither of you cared because you both knew that he was aware that his extroverted-like nature could be overwhelming at times for the two of you.

It was the afternoon and, like clockwork, you collected Jaemin from his house so that you could both walk to Jeno’s house down the street. Jaemin chatted animatedly, comfortably filling up the silence like he always did, not stopping even as the two of you approached Jeno’s house where your friend was waiting patiently at the steps on the porch of his house.

“So what are we doing?” The black haired teen asked as he jumped up and made his way towards you. He and Jaemin did their handshake when he was close enough.

When they were finished he smiled radiantly at you, raising his hand. The gentle high-fives he gave you every time he saw you was something that you always looked forward to. There was nothing special about it or anything, you just liked the feeling of his hand against yours–which you knew was absolutely pathetic. Sometimes, though, when you were feeling particularly courageous, you folded your fingers so that your hands would interlock. It was something you did quickly, fold and then immediately let go because you knew he wouldn’t return it anyway, so there was no point in making things weird.

Your brain almost short-circuited when this time it was Jeno who folded his fingers, smile turning shy, but you managed to fold yours as well. You supposed that the two of you looked stupid; two teenagers staring at each other with their hands interlocked in mid-air however you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when your heart was beating as fast as it was, your hands becoming clammy.

“Oh get a room!” Jaemin exclaimed as he pretended to gag. The two of you jumped apart, avoiding eye contact as your pink haired friend snickered. While Jeno started a play fight with him, you took the time to calm yourself down. When they finished, they looked at you.

“What?” Hopefully there wasn’t a flush evident on your cheeks or something because you would be mortified.

“It’s your turn to choose something for us to do today.” Jeno replied, peeking at you through his lashes.

You tilted your head slightly as you thought. The three of you had already gone to the cinema and ice-cream parlor that week because that was what Jaemin had chosen to do two days ago and yesterday, when it was Jeno’s choice, the three of you went to the small museum before he requested that the two of you model for him so that he could work on his photography skills. There wasn’t much else to do so you were stumped.

“How about we build something from IKEA?” Your parents caved in and bought the bench however Taeyong declined your invitation to assemble it because of work. At his refusal you immediately began to sulk but quickly cheered up when he promised that he would paint it when he had the chance.

“Do you mean the bench that your parents bought the other day?”

Pleased that Jeno remembered the tidbit of random information, you beamed. “Yep! So, what do you guys say?” They chirped their agreement and with that, the three of you spun around and walked back to your house.

“Are we nearly finished?” Jaemin asked from where he was laying down on the grass, resting his face on the palm of his hands.

Jeno clicked his tongue at response. “You mean are me and y/n nearly finished.” He corrected as he continue to twist the screwdriver. Jaemin pouted which made you huff out a laugh. He was the one who eagerly volunteered to read out the instructions as the two of you assembled it, imitating a loud buzzer when either of you did something wrong.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost finished.” You assured him then you turned to face Jeno. “Can I have that screwdriver when you’re done?” He nodded in reply. As you waited, you allowed your eyes roam his figure; from how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and then all the way down to his bicep and hands. Your eyes averted immediately to the large tree behind him when he moved suddenly. “Thanks.” You said as he held out the tool towards you. The two of you held eye contact for longer than necessary, your hand over his as you swiped the screwdriver from him.

“Your welcome.” Jeno responded quietly, his eyes searching your own.

From your right, you heard Jaemin flop onto his back and release a loud, groan that spoke of long-suffering.

Unable to fall asleep, you scrolled through your phone aimlessly. It was four in the morning and the entire house was asleep. As you were about to click a random YouTube video that was in your recommendations, you received a text from Jeno. You smiled goofily at your screen as you tapped your reply to his question. Just as you were about to start the video, there was a light tap on your window. You waited, hoping it was just in your imagination or a bird that crashed into your window by mistake. Another tap convinced you to slowly get off of your bed and check the winow.

Jeno stood on your lawn in a puffer jacket and sweats, camera strap hanging on his neck. “Come with me.” He said, keeping his voice low.

“Where?” You inquired, already ready to grab your hoodie and your shoes.

“It’s a surprise.”

The surprise ended up being a forty-five minute away. The location he lead you to was on top of a steep hill, where a large cherry tree stood. The hill overlooked the neighborhood and, if you squinted hard enough, you could just about make the outline of your house. The view was very pretty. You made a mental note to read in the shade of the tree some time during the week or maybe even host a picnic there.

“Why’d you take me here?” You questioned, turning to look at Jeno.

“I thought that we could watch the sun rise,” he kicked at the air lightly, fiddling with his camera. “And that maybe I could take some pictures of you?”

“Okay,” you agreed easily, loving how he beamed at you in return. You sat on the grass, patting the spot next to you, and hugged your arms against your chest. Resting your temple on your knees, you caught Jeno looking at you. “What?” He shook his head. “So how’d you find this place?” You asked. You were mesmerized by the way he spoke, calm and gentle as always. Sleep was threatening to possess you but you fought against it, not wanting to miss anything.

When the sun made its slow appearance, Jeno hopped up and held his hands out to you, pulling you up when you grabbed onto them. Him taking pictures was nothing new but you felt a little bit antsy because it would be his first time taking pictures of you without Jaemin. As you contorted your body to create a variety of silly poses, you tried not to think about how intimate the whole situation felt. It was probably all in your head anyway.

“Wait, just two more.” With that, he let his camera go and retrieved his phone from his pocket. He took a photo of you and then he walked up to you, put his arms around your shoulders and snapped a quick picture.

The walk back involved plenty of saccharine smiles, bashful gazes and Jeno handing you his puffer jacket to keep you warm. You didn’t feel brave enough to take his hand on your own or kiss him sweetly like they did in the movies when you were saying goodbyes. But as you stared at your ceiling, smile so wide it hurt your cheeks, you wished that you did.

“What are you guys doing?”

The two teens stopped bickering, Jeno placing something behind his back. You quirked a brow but took a seat in the booth opposite them, anyway. Jaemin wanted to watch a movie again and so to pass the time, the three of you decided to grab a milkshake in the diner before the screening.

“Oh no,” Jaemin gasped dramatically as he patted at the pockets of his denim jacket. “I forgot my wallet at home,” you shrugged, offering to pay for him immediately. “No, it’s alright. I’ll just go and grab it. Ow! Jeno, what the hell!” You glanced at the aforementioned teen, who smiled innocently before wincing. “Well,” Jaemin sighed as he stood up, “I’ll just head out.” Jeno covered his eyes with his hand, avoiding the look that his best friend gave him. As soon as he disappeared, Jeno’s phone buzzed numerous times which made him mutter something you didn’t catch.

“Okay,” you said, dragging out the word. “What was that all about?”

“Who knows?” You remained somewhat suspicious. There was something going on, you were sure of it. “I, um, ordered your regular for you if that’s alright?”

You nodded an affirmative and allowed a beat of silence before you spoke again. “He’s not coming back, is he?”

Jeno sputtered. “I– Well, you see–” You giggled at him, causing him to whine out your name as he hid his face in his hands. “There’s something I need to give you.” Then, without further hesitation, he produced a mason jar from behind his back. “It’s a terrarium that I made for you yesterday.”

You took it from his hands and held it with caution as you inspected it. It was very pretty. The plants that he chose were extremely vibrant, the stones different colors and he even placed a cute little cat figurine that was made to appear like it was sleeping.

Removing your gaze from the mason jar, you met his eyes. “Is this why you couldn’t hang out with us yesterday?” You asked softly. When he nodded, you returned your gaze to the mason jar so that you could continue to stare at the terrarium in wonder. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, gently placing the container onto the table. “This is totally a date, isn’t it? That’s why Jaemin abandoned us the minute I got here.”

Jeno fidgeted with his fingers as he met your eyes, clearing his throat before he spoke. “I wanted to ask you before, you know the day we watched the sun rise together?”

“Jeno that was two weeks ago.”

He winced. “Yeah, I know. I chickened out last minute.”

“Oh my God,” you repeated, eyes widening. “If you had told me this was a date I would have dressed nicer. Jeno, how could you do this to me?”

“So you don’t mind that this is a date?”

“Jeno, sweetie, I’ve had a massive crush on you for ages now. I’m surprised you didn’t notice or I didn’t accidentally tell you.”

A goofy smile lit up his face. “Oh.” He looked extremely pleased, like a dream of his came true. You supposed it probably did. “You look great, anyway, so it doesn’t matter. You always look great.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that emerged. “So does this mean we can hold hands on the table as we share the same milkshake and stare adoringly into each others eyes?”

Jeno threw his head back to laugh and you were quick to follow. “If that’s what you want.”

Later that evening after your date was over and the two of you were sitting on the bench, the one that Taeyong successfully gave some personality, you kissed him softly like you wanted to weeks ago. And as you watched him walk away, him repeatedly looking back at you, you startled when you saw Jaemin waving his arms erratically on his porch. When you acknowledged him with a wave of your own, he gave you a huge thumbs up.

“Finally!” He hollered before breaking out into a silly dance.

“Thank you!” You yelled back.

Finally indeed.

#yall i bought a ticket to wayv’s online concert !!!!#I AM SO EXCITED LIKE OMG #I CANT BELIEVE ITS THIS SUNDAY SMDMFKD #i also downloaded the lysn app so that i could apply to be in the video call thingy #well its not a video call but i forgot the word for it because my brain has stopped working #buT Y E A H #i wanted to watch all of it but like ???#i dont have €32 just laying around you know #so i had to pick and choose and it ended up being wayv 😔✌🏻#oh yeah this was supposed to be a pocket sized!jeno fic #but that isnt what happened?????#idk what this is tbh 🥴#but i do hope yall like it !!#also lmk if any of u guys are gonna watch wayv this sunday so we can cry tgt #okay im gonna shut up now dkdkdk bye 🤪#anyway here come the tags:#nct scenarios #nct #nct au #nct writings #nct dream #nct imagines #nct x you #nct x reader #lee jeno #nct jeno #nct dream jeno #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines

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technowoah · 3 years

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could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Red Pyjama ~

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵; Changbin x gn!reader. fluff! use of nicknames, kissing, swearing

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 0.7 k words

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥; yes!~ thank you baby!!

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦; im gonna do some “regular” requests and some from the prompt list as well as make sure that there is not one member thats in two fics right after each other,,, ya know need some variation so the requests dont go in an order really,,, hope you guys can understand!! <33

oh and also dont mind the header pictures being odd sizes, im just testing out what i like but i think ive set on a certain layout,,, i think heheh

2. “They don’t love you like I do” ; Moe Shop - Love Taste

32. “Say you want me” ; 5 Seconds Of Summer - Youngblood

"binnie? changbin? you need to get up now"

Early mornings were Changbin's worst nightmare, he wanted to stay close to your warm body in the comforting space underneath the covers but unfortunatly you wouldn't allow that. You gently put your hand on his shoulder, shaking him in an attempt to bring the boy to consciousness but failing as he rubbed his face against your pillow, taking in your scent.

You sighed, looking at your boyfriend that seemed so small in the double bed, wearing his red checkered pyjama pants and displaying his defined abs as he somehow during the night managed to undress his upperbody in his sleep, a wellknown habit of his. The fact that the sun shone through the blinds and reflected on his toned body didn't make it easier for you to leave either, wanting to cuddle him all day but knowing you couldn't.

"binnie, come on! i need to go to work soon and you're gonna be late for dance practice,,, again"

Not even a budge. Having no better ideas you decided to lay down next to him, crawling under the covers and wrapping your arms around his buff figure. He replied with a lazy smile that faded as he slowly fell back into his slumber.

"please wake up, i need to go to work baby~" you said again but in a more whiny voice, trying to catch his attention and cringing at your own antics.

"why do you need work? i love you , they don't love you like i do"

Scoffing, you poked his sides causing him to squirm around and laugh, his eyes still closed with short wispy lashes softly covering them.

"you are such a baby, i can't even go to work without you being a tiny baby!" you laugh, teasing him by rubbing the tip of your nose against his slightly flushed cheek, not giving him an actual peck. He tsked, slowly opening his eyes and squinting as the sun blinded him. After yawning he gazed at you that was already dressed to go to the office job that Changbin hated.

“yeah, i’m a baby, what about it?” he grinned, pulling you closer to him and softly kissing you on the lips, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. Changbin’s kisses were always soft, filled with nothing but adoration and love. His hands cupped your cheeks to which you chuckled into the kiss, hair falling in your face. You pulled away for a moment, a string of saliva seperating you, feeling Changbin’s hot breath near your swollen lips.

“you don’t want me” he pouted, eyes glossy like a puppy as you smiled, “say you want me, y/n. say it!”

“of course i want you baby but work wants me too and besides, you have stuff to do as well so move.” you said sweetly to which Changbin gave out a annoyed whimper, not wanting to leave the bed that was a thousand times cozier with you in it. You wrapped your hand around his jaw, rubbing his cheekbone with the rough pad of your thumb. He smiled at you, blinking slowly like a cat signaling it’s love to it’s owner.

“How much is the time?” he whispered and you pulled away from his snuggly figure, searching your phone beneath the covers by tapping your hand around, bringing it closer to your face and seeing the digits light up, your pupils dilating in panic.

“fuck! i’m late!” you say, pushing the covers towards your sleepy boyfriend that got startled by your loud voice so early in the morning.

“how much is it?” he asked again to which you replied “8:15″ causing Changbin to fly up out of bed, only then noticing that his pyjama top was on the slightly dusty bedroom floor.

“i’m late because of you y/n” he says with a teasing laughter, running to the bathroom before you tickle him. You sighed, knocking on the bathroom door before leaving the shared apartment.

“breakfast is on the table, love you binnie!” you shouted.

“love you baby!” Changbin shouted back from the other side of the white wooden door of the bathroom. A shy smile creeped up on your lips, heart fluttering at his words as you put the key in the lock, turning and locking the door before leaving. You really loved him and he loved you back.

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kisslettrs · 3 years

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haikyuu characters talking after a fight with their s/o

featuring: lev, kuroo, suna

a/n: first post woo! hope you enjoy this ! ALSO UM. THEY TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT THEYD BE??? ESPECIALLY KUROOS LMAO THEYRE NEVER THIS LONG I PROMISE DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP OR VICE VERSA. also not beta read soz 💔

warnings: none i don’t think? relationship fights ig. oh and angsty with some gushy shit at the end for each of them 💞

→ HAIBIA LEV

you and lev rarely get into fights. only small complains about his behavior and him whining, or friendly petty arguments. but last night was different... I guess you could say.

lev was always pretty immature and playful yeah, but sometimes it felt like he never took anything seriously. it felt as though he never took him and your relationship seriously. especially now, when you decided to confront him about it.

“why are you laughing...?” you asked, staring at him

“i-i’m sorry, y/n honey, i just...!” he said, covering his mouth as a half assed attempt to keep in his laughter.

“lev, i know it’s just in your nature to act like this but I’m being genuine. i’m not joking, please. you’re doing it again! please just listen—!”

you were cut off again by the sounds of your significant other’s laughter, causing all your frustration to let loose.

“lev haiba!”

he immediately stopped, before looking at you in the eyes, his thin pupils meeting yours.

“i’m sorry. but lev, please can you just take me seriously for once?! i love you, but you need to understand that you can’t just—!” you frailed your hand around, motioning towards him, you, whatever this scene was. “—you can’t just do this all the time I—!”

before you could finish, your mind had been too pent up with frustration. “nevermind...” you grabbed your bag, before rushing out the door, not giving him the chance to talk.

fast forward next day, and you checked your phone.

[32 new messages from favorite dork 💝]

you sigh heavily, before letting the cold feeling of guilt claw at the back of your head. you hadn’t mean to make lev worry, you just needed your time alone. although if you did have to be honest with yourself, leaving without a ‘i love you,’ or hell even just a ‘bye’ was cruel.

as you opened your messages, you were bombarded with messages of pleas and apologizes that were sent at 9:21 PM last night, moments after you left his house. the guilt swallowed your stomach again, your hands slowly typing; “it’s ok hun. really. I love you too.” and pressing send.

you threw your phone onto your bed, before deciding to get ready. you and lev never really saw each other much since you two were in different grades, he was a first year, you were a second. you both had to wait after school, or well... maybe moments after. your phone buzzed a few times, but you decided to ignore it. it was too early.

schools over, and you’re walking home. you were gonna talk to lev today, just not now. you didn’t wanna interrupt his volleyball training just for some stupid relationship issue. as soon as you reach home however, you see a familiar tall figure fidgeting on his phone.

“...lev?” you called out, causing the silver haired boy to whip his head around, his eyes lighting up. “Y/N!”

he quickly shoved his phone inside his pocket, before running up to you and embracing you in a warm hug, shaking you a little. “y/n! y/n! i’m sorry for being stupid last night, I’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he was squeezing you tight, and god did it hurt hearing his voice break like that.

“lev, sweetie, i told you it’s okay, really.” you spoke, caressing his back. he seemed to stay still for a moment, before speaking once again. “is this okay? me holding you like this, is this okay or do you... need space?”

you smiled softly. it made you happy lev wanted to make sure he wasn’t overstepping any of your boundaries. you felt your other arm hold him. “yeah, this is okay.” you swore you could feel him smile out of relief.

“i’m... i’m sorry again y/n honey, it’s just hard for me, i don’t...” he paused. “it’s just...difficult for me to handle situations like that.” you nuzzled into his shoulder. “it’s okay, you dork. i understand.” you reassured him again.

“but—!” he pushed back, meeting your eyes. “i’m gonna try...i’m gonna try harder. i’m gonna try to be better, for you y/n! i love you so much... i’ll do my best.” god, this dork. no wonder you loved him so much. you cupped his cheeks. “i’ll do better too lev, i won’t be as mean again. i promise, i love you too, so much.”

and with that, both of your faces met, and the two of you kissed lightly.

→ KUROO TETSURO

you and kuroo get into small arguments here and there like every other couple, and whenever you do you two usually recover quickly. you both like to call them ‘squicks.’

however, that night there was no denying that wasn’t any other normal squick you two had. no, that was a fight.

kuroo and you haven’t had a moment alone that wasn’t just you and him walking back home, and it’s been making you upset. so uh, that night you decided to confront him about it.

yeah it didn’t go well uhh

“i know we’re like, a couple y/n. but honey you have to understand i’m busy. you have friends don’t you? go hang out with them or something.”

“yeah, i know kuroo, and trust me i’m happy for you! but you’ve been so distant, we haven’t had a moment alone that lasted more than 5 minutes for like, 2 months! it wasn’t a big deal then, but i miss you and i’m worried.”

you paused, before continuing. “don’t you wanna spend some time with me? just, for like 30 minutes? don’t you miss me?”

“i do, y/n. i miss you and i love you. but like i said i’m busy with volleyball, you aren’t my top priority right now.”

“it’s been 2 months kuroo!” you shouted, causing him to widen his eyes. “don’t you understand? i’m not asking for your top attention, I’m asking for you to give me 25% of it at least!”

it was quiet for a moment. “sorry.” was all he said, before turning around his eyes focused on the volleyball between his feet.

you felt hurt and frustrated. “you know what? fine.” he immediately went back to look at you, seeing you grab your bag. “see you whenever you feel like to acknowledge my existence, I guess. bye.”

as soon as you touched the doorknob, you could hear him get up and say the words ‘wait, baby wait—‘ but you had enough. you needed to air out your head of the tension and frustration of the house and you left. you felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes as soon as you did.

next day, and you’ve been feeling shittier than usual. as soon as you woke up, you turned to make you lay on your back, staring at your ceiling and thinking; “was i too harsh? am i being too selfish? too clingy?”

you loved what your boyfriend did and you were perfectly fine with him having his time to himself. you knew you weren’t his top priority and he wasn’t yours. but 2 months with little to no communication felt too long. was it wrong to want to spend at least 30 minutes with your boyfriend? was that too much to ask for?

the anxiety raced to your head again. what if you were being too clingy. maybe kuroo had the right to be upset too. you were being too selfish, stop thinking of yourself so often. you curled up into your side. you didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t want to see him in the halls either. you didn’t even wanna check your phone to see if you messaged you.

you decided to skip, staying home, watching TV and playing some games. you couldn’t mentally handle seeing him. at least not for right now.

some time passes by, and your phone is buzzing. you checked the time from the small clock on your wall, seeing the handles pointing towards 4:30 PM. oh wow, after school clubs should be over too.

you grabbed your phone to see who it’s by, knowing deep down it was who you thought it was.

[23 new messages by Hubby 😾💗]

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something...]

[2 missed calls by Hubby 😾💗]

choosing to ignore kuroo for now, you swiped at Kenma’s notification and read the full message.

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something happen with kuroo that youre aware of??? he seemed so much more down than usual during practice.

you: no. we rarely talk anymore because of practice lol I guess.

Kyanma: ???

Kyanma: Did something happen between YOU two?

you: we had a fight. im not really in the mood to talk to him. I skipped school. itll be back to normal in a few more days, sorry for the inconvenience snchsychsj

Kyanma: you two should resolve that. like seriously. hope u two feel better tho, bye✌️

you: we will hopefully lol bye kenma !!]

sighing, you placed your phone down on the small coffee table infront of you, but as soon did, you heard a knock coming from your front door. humming in response, you got up and made your way towards the front door, but decided to look through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some scammer person or creep.

well, it was neither of those two but it was in fact no one else other than kuroo tetsuro. you sighed heavily again, before unlocking the door and turning the knob opening up to your boyfriend.

“hey y/n.”

“hi kuroo.”

you folded your arms, deciding to put up a strong facade, pretending you weren’t mentally screaming and that anxiety wasn’t clawing at your back. “did you forget something or...?”

kuroo brought his hand to the back of neck, awkwardly scratching it. “yeah uh...” he looked around, not wanting to make eye contact. “um. listen y/n.” he made his way to grab your hands, holding them together. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“please don’t touch me. not right now at least...” even though you seemed so desperate for his touch the other night, you really did need your space. kuroo seemed alarmed at first, quickly swiping his hands back, wanting to respect your space. “of course baby! i’m sorry for acting too soon.”

you watched him scramble around a bit, finding it a bit cute. “can I come inside?” he asked. you nodded, and both of you went inside and sat to your coach.

“like I said y/n. i know ive been distant, and ive missed you so much. god, do I miss you. i wanna hug you and cuddle you so bad but volleyball and the nationals have been bugging me i couldn’t have find the proper time. i’m just scared... and I...”

“kuroo.” you said. his head snatched upwards, looking at you. you were gonna say something as soon as he did but the look he gave you caught you off guard. he looked like a cat pleading.

as soon as you pushed away the thoughts of him being stupidly adorable, you continued your sentence. “I understand, and i’m sorry for being too clingy. i just miss you a lot. i’m willing to wait for you, baby.” as soon as you said that, you saw his eyes pierce through your soul. fuck did I say something wrong.

before you could say anything else, it was kuroo’s turn to speak. “no baby. it’s alright, you aren’t the one at fault here it was me. i’m sorry for not listening to you that night. i’m gonna be a better boyfriend, i’m gonna be the boyfriend you deserve through and through.”

fucking idiot, i’m the one who was supposed to say sorry, not you! You didn’t say anything for a moment, before laughing lightly. “babe? i love you but i have to be the one who takes at least, 50% of the fault. it’s okay, i love you and i forgive you. and i’m happy for what you’re doing and how far you’ve come.” you placed your hand on his. “you can touch me now.”

his eyes immediately lit up, his lips curving into a smile and you swore you could see tears start forming in his eyes before he launched himself onto you. “my god y/n, how did i get so lucky. i love you so much, i love you so much.” he hugged you tight. you laughed. “i love you too kuroo. so much, i love you so much. i’m the lucky one.”

he pulled away and brought you to a kiss. before you could respond, he asked, “are you free saturday?”

→ SUNA RINTARO

while suna and you disagreed on a lot of things from time to time, you two usually both came to a mutual agreement and it wasn’t anything big.

but lately he seemed even more off than usual. communication was such a huge thing between both of you, but he seemed to just not be...cooperating?

suna is someone who doesn’t like expressing his emotions. and as his significant other, you felt like understanding him was a priority. but you just didn’t sometimes and it made you worry. him being distant did not help.

one day when you decided to bring it up, the situation got a bit... out of hand

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. “i don’t know. suna i care for you, and you just never helping me understand makes me extremely upset! i know it’s hard for you, but...”

you could feel him roll his eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going on about y/n,” he looked at you. “but really, i’m fine. do you not trust me to talk to you or something?”

“no..!” you denied. “listen. youve been getting more and more tired each day and i could tell. you’ve been ghosting me too.”

“...what?” he basically hissed it. “i’m not an asshole y/n. nothing is wrong. why do you keep trying to butt your head into my life every second?” his voice began to raise.

this was rare. even when he did raise his voice at you, it was never filled with negative intent but this time...

“i can take care of myself, y/n. i don’t need you and your noisy nose in my business all the time. sorry if you feel like you’re on baby sitting duty, but you really don’t need to be so clingy and emotional all the time...”

well damn. his words hurt. a lot.

“sorry for caring for you then, damn...” you grumble under your breath. you quickly grabbed your house keys and bags. he perked his head up. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t reply. “y/n!” you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest and stomach, before opening the door and leaving.

as soon as you woke up, your head hurt more than usual. those words must’ve hit you deeper than they should’ve, huh?

maybe i was just being too clingy, you thought, and those thoughts hadn’t left your mind the whole morning. whatever, you’ll just apologize after school.

you haven’t seen suna at all that day, not on the walk to school, not in the halls, not in his classroom. he was... nowhere. when you went to the volleyball club after school, asking if any of the members had seen him all of them replied with a simple ‘no.’

kita specically had been giving you long glances ever since you arrived. once you finally reached him, instead of denying seeing your boyfriend, he told you, “he wasn’t in school at all i assume. maybe he’s at home.”

home? why would he be home? maybe he was feeling sick...

you bowed and thanked him and the rest of the teammates before leaving. on your way home, you decided to stop by a connivence store and buy him his favorite snack, chuupet. or well, just jelly fruit snacks. you bought 2 packs for you and him, hoping it was a good time to apologize.

you walked up to his house, knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by his mother. “ah~ greetings y/n!” you smiled lightly and gave her a wave. “good afternoon! say, is rintaro home?” you asked. she nodded, moving to the side as a way to invite you in the house. “he should be in his room!”

“thank you!” you bowed quickly before making your way up the stairs. as soon as you passed by his sisters room, there you were infront of his. with your free hand, you lightly held a fist and began knocking on his door.

“suna? rintaro?” you called out. you would call him by a sweet pet name but remembering last night, you didn’t wanna break any boundaries. the room was quiet, and though you really didn’t wanna disturb him, you wanted to make sure he was okay. as soon as you did, however, you were greeted by a sight that broke your heart.

suna rintaro, the boy you loved so much, had his hair messier than usual, his eyes seemed red from crying and he was up against his bed frame, his phone in his hand. when he looked up, he saw you, his eyes widening.

“...y-y/n?” you stood there frozen. “rintaro...honey my god,” you quickly went up to him. “what happened?” you looked at him, his gaze looking down. you wanted to hug him so bad, but yet again, that argument you had last night prevented you from anything.

“hey. listen, sweetie. i got your favorite.” you held up the 2 bags of jelly fruit gummies. “it’s gonna be okay, okay? i’m here.” he was just looking at you, not saying anything, before muttering something under his breath.

“huh? what was that? i didn’t hear you hon, what’s up?” you asked, making sure to keep your distance. suna choked back a sob, before launching himself onto you, almost knocking you into the ground. “w-woah there!”

“y/n... i’m sorry i’m so sorry. i’ve been so frustrated with school... exams... volleyball and i’ve missed you so much but i was so tired that night! i lashed out on you but i didn’t mean any of it. i promise, i promise, don’t leave me please.” he sobbed quietly, his head resting against your forehead. when you looked up, you could see him squeezing his eyes shut.

wow, this was even more rare.

you brought your arms to his neck, embracing him. “it’s okay rintaro. shh, it’s gonna be okay. i love you and i’m sorry for being upset, i just worry about you.” you rubbed his back lightly as he continued sobbing, allowing you to give him a few kisses on the cheek, neck and forehead. “you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay honey. i love you so much.” you repeated.

suna never showed his emotions much, but he seemed to have a lot of pent up anger, sadness and confusion up in him, and he let it out for an hour infront of you, there to comfort him.

as soon as he stopped, you and him were snuggling on his bed watching whatever was on his TV, eating the fruit snacks. he leaned onto your head. “i love you...please, don’t leave me. i’m sorry.”

you bumped your head back onto him. “stop apologizing. i keep telling you it’s okay.” you giggled lightly. “please sweetie, talk to me so this doesn’t happen again.” he only nodded silently, before drifting to sleep in your embrace.

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neither if us have the fucking braincell

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good mo5 everyone, nobody fucking tell danny but im love keaya now???? sm???????

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im not saying that all my friends are amazing and that i care them, but i AM saying that exactly, actually

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bleepblopbloop56 · 4 years

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100 things to do under the stars

(Analogical, no warnings)

1: stargaze

Virgil dragged Logan out from the warmth of the truck and into crisp fall air. They were in the middle of nowhere, it was nearly midnight, and the clouds were practically nonexistent. There wasn't a light for miles, aside from the still dimming headlights of Virgil's pickup truck. They had to be in someone's backyard or private property, but with a field so vast and expansive who would know to say anything.

“Virgil-” Logan started before swiftly getting shushed by Virgil. He jerked open the door to the backseat, pulling out piles of blankets and pillows.

“Lo, i'm gonna need you to ignore how sketchy this looks and help me pad the bed of the truck, there's a meteor shower tonight and i want you to see it.” Virgil tossed him some handfuls of quilts and stuffed animals. It seemed as if he found every even remotely soft thing in his apartment and shoved it in the car. They passed the truck bed and Virgil hoisted him into the makeshift bed, before bracing the side of the truck and hoping for himself.

They stayed silent as they got comfortable, that was Logan's favorite part about their friendship, they could just exist around each other without any pressure to perform social cues like small talk.. They could just be. Logan reached down and intertwined their hands, making virgil's heart skip a beat.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, shifting closer to his friend “I needed this” Virgil swallowed roughly, laying his head closer to Logan’s as they watched the stars

7: contemplate existence + 11: drink coffee

“Do you think there's something else out there?” Virgil asked after a long stretch of comfortable silence. This time, they sat on the roof of the truck, coffee in hand and feet dangling off the edge of the truck.

“Be more specific.” Logan took a sip of his coffee, bringing it to his mouth with both hands. It provided a nice warmth against the chill of the night, something his black wool coat was vaguely failing to provide.

“Life.. do you think we're alone here?” Logan wanted to say no with a definite certainty that Virgil was looking for, but that would be irresponsible to answer with a certainty he didn't have.

“Arthur Clarke once said ‘Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.’” he settled on instead. Virgil grimaced and pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged and turned his body to face Logan. He tried to make eye contact with him, but Logan continued to look up into the abyss.

“That's not what I asked,” he said “I wanna know what you think.” Logan took another slow sip of his coffee to stall. Eventually, he brought it away from his mouth and turned to face Virgil

“I dont know..” he admitted “it seems.. impossible that there's an infinite universe beyond our capability of comprehension that is simply empty. I don't believe there will ever be certainty on our end, so,” he put the coffee down and laid down, putting his eyes back on the stars “i'd rather not worry about it.”

32: question your own mortality *

“What do you suppose the point of it all is Virgil?” he had become rather acquainted with the empty field he and Virgil spent nearly every clear night in. They hadn't even got out of the car this time before Logan started their nightly talks.

“I thought it scared you to talk about things like that.” Virgil jokes to mask that he didn't have an answer. He jerked open the door but didn't get out.

“Do… Do you ever question why we're here?” Logan knew the answer to that, and Virgil constantly thought about his life and his purposeless existence. Virgil took pity on him when he noticed his big brown eyes sparkling in the light the car turned on. So mundane, and yet Virgil had seemed to romanticize the smallest things around Logan.

“Get out, I wanna show you something,” Logan followed wordlessly. “I think..” Virgil continued, once they were out of the truck and on top of it “that it's different for everyone. For me, I just want to spend my short existence here experiencing life for what it is. Good and the bad, mostly good.” Virgil smiled softly as he laid down on the roof “ look at that… all the stars feel so close i could touch and yet impossibly far away. I can't see a horizon from here, it feels like I'm in the middle of all of them, here with you.”

Logan laid on his side beside him, still not fully getting it. “You think you were put into existence to look at stars?”

Virgil hoisted himself up on his elbows, craning his head back to continue looking at the abyss. “I think that's what i'm choosing to do with my existence, what are you choosing to do with yours?” Logan stayed quiet for a long time, just looking at Virgil and thinking before he jutted his head forward and kissed him. Virgil pulled back, heart beating a million miles a minute.

“Logan?” he whispered.

“If we get to choose what we do with our lives then i wanna spend mine like this, with you, and i've wasted too much time thinking.” he almost had tears in his eyes as he leaned forward again, letting Virgil close the gap this time.

* (+ 53: have your first kiss)

65: and your second

72: and third

83: and many many more

99: propose

They continued going to their favorite spot for years, when they got older they bought the plot of land that they called theres and built a tiny cabin on the edge of the field. And one night, after 5 years of dating, virgil pulled logan into the middle of the field, walking this time. Fireflies and the moon are their only real source of light so far out in the field.

Logan giggled as he attempted to keep balance while Virgil swung him around

“What's got you in such a good mood?” Logan laughed, getting pulled into a nervous kiss by his boyfriend

“Virgil!” he smiled a little wider, “what's the occasion?”

“Look up, and name all the constellations you can see,” Virgil asked quietly, hands fisted in his jacket pockets. Logan looked suspicious before doing as he was told, listing all he could remember the name of. Just as he was getting to the end of his list, Virgil cut him off.

“Hey Logan?” When he looked back, Virgil was kneeling on the ground with a small navy blue box in his hands. “Can I ask you something?”

Logan did not consider himself overly emotional, he nearly prided himself on it, and yet he couldn't seem to stop the hitch in his breath and rush of tears to his eyes. He wordlessly nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Virgil opened the box and revealed a ring with a simple diamond in the middle of a black band with stars engraved into the side. He stayed silent as the tears started cascading down his face. “Do you remember when you said you wanted to spend your life with me under the stars?” Logan had to pull his hands to his mouth to contain the sob of happiness he couldn't. Virgil was also crying, a wide nervous grin on his face “will you make that official with me?”

“Yes!” Logan choked out, nodding profusely and collapsing into Virgil's arms when he stood up to hug him. He pulled back and kissed him, he kissed him for the millionth time with all the passion and love of the first. He pressed his forehead into Virgils, having to bend a little to accommodate for the height difference.

“I love you” he mumbled, tears starting to end their freefall, even if only for a minute. “So so much”

100: get married.

Roman bustled around their small cabin with the kind of nervousness more reserved for the grooms than the best man. He had been preparing this day- well, night- for months and had been more of a bridezilla than either of the actual men getting married. Guests were starting to arrive just after the sun went down and the stars were starting to peek through the darkness. Fairy lights shone just enough to allow the guests to find their seats without hassle, but not too much as to outshine the stars.

“Are you sure everythings ready?” Roman asked Logan once again, meeting a hard eye roll with an exacerbated grin.

“Yes Roman, I'm positive.” He couldn't help the feeling of joy riding in his throat when he checked his watch. He was getting married… to the most beautiful man on earth, under the stars, in his own backyard with all his friends… holy shit

“Logan!” Patton called from the doorway, excited to be helping even if he'd been there since noon “its time! Come on “

Virgil was…. He couldn't think of the right word.. Gorgeous, ethereal, amazing, perfect, genius, beautiful, unreal, indescribable… Logan felt in his heart as he was walked down the aisle by the designated group dad friend. He wore a velvet deep purple suit with black trims and converse sneakers, hair freshly dyed from a week before, and on top of his head sat a small crown with diamond stars. As much as he despised wedding traditions, this was his “something borrowed” generously lended by Roman to tie in the night theme. The wedding was small, neither of their families even invited to attend, and their friend group tiny but close knit. Patton bounced down the aisle with Virgil's arm intertwined in his, Logan didn't think the concept of “handing off the “bride ``'' was appropriate here, but neither of them could deny Patton's puppy dog eyes.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, dancing, kissing, crying, a small potluck with a modest red velvet wedding cake, and in the center of it all was stars. The decorations, the rings, the vows and the night sky, all of it was perfect. When all the guests left, and Virgil and Logan were finally alone, Logan pulled out a wedding present he had gotten for virgil.

“What's this?” he asked, still riding the high of “Holy shit i'm really married”

“Open it.” virgil undid the navy wrapping paper, and opened the box. Inside, there was a book titled “100 things to do under the stars, by Logan Cade”

Virgils heart jumped when he realised logan had used his new last name.

#thomas sanders #sander sides #bleepblop writes #analogical #logan sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders

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sophialikesthings · 3 years

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Death Of Me Chapter 2.7

Song: Beautiful- Duncan Laurence

TW: Fighting , Under age drinking,

A couple days had passed since Ward died, Rafe got out of Jail, and we were both bombarded with paperwork that Ward left behind for us.

"It's crazy to think that just a couple days ago we were two people who knew nothing about life, and now, well now we are essentially the most powerful people on Figure Eight." I heard Rafe walk up behind me.

"I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else." He wrapped his arms around me, laying his chin on my shoulder as we stared out into the backyard.

We walked back inside to finish watching the video Ward left for his family.

"I killed big John Routledge, I murdered Sheriff Peterkin. " Ward admitted.

I hugged Rafe as tight as I could, I know he has had his faults, but nobody deserves to lose a parent... ever.

"I know I can never heal the pain I've caused, many will say I took the easy way out. But I leave this world with the terrible pain of knowing that I leave behind my family. With that being said, I would like my money to be divided equally between my family, I leave my estate to my son Rafe and his girlfriend Demetria, and I leave all my business with Rose, Rafe, and Demetria as well." The video ended.

===

Time passed and I left Rafe alone so he could calm down a little.

"Demi, can we talk?" Rose asked.

"Of course." I followed her into the den.

"How are you holding up? I know this whole thing has been stressful." We sat down on the antique upholstered couch.

" It is a lot to take in right now, It feels like things are getting thrown at me right and left. Rafe isn't in a good mental state right now, so I also have to take him into account."

"I might sound crazy. But I feel this whole process would be a lot easier if you were married, I mean, I am in no way rushing you, but I know when Ward and I were just dating and he brought me in on his business, It was a mess, I had to sign so many contracts because we legally weren't married. And if you dont... They will take everything from you. Think about it?" Rose offered advice.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, of course not!"

"Well, I should go check on him." I got up and left the room.

===

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, looking at Rafe, Who stood in his father's walk-in closet, running his fingers across the Sport Coats.

He picked one out, put it on, and sighed.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm a little turned on looking at you in that jacket." I walked closer to him.

"I feel...powerful." He adjusted the collar.

"Anyway, I just talked to Rose."

"Yeah, and what did she say?" He finally turned to face me.

"That we should get married." I slipped off my necklace, taking the ring off of the chain.

I handed Rafe the ring.

"Really?" He looked baffled at the fact I changed my mind

"So, Hold on to this, ask when the time is right, in the meantime, I will hold on to this." I slipped one of his rings off of his fingers.

===

"Top, oh hey Sarah." I walked out to the pool house.

"What's up?" He finished setting up the pull out for Sarah.

I broke down. Did I want to marry Rafe? Not exactly. But I was doing what would keep my family and I safe.

"Hey. What's going on, are you okay?" Topper came over and hugged me.

"I did what I had to, to keep us safe." I stepped back and fidgeted with the ring.

"You... you didn't."

"Not yet Top, but Ignited the match, now I just wait for him to throw it in, Because If I didn't they would take everything."

"This is all my fault." He apologized.

"It isn't your fault, It's my fathers, he threatened your dad and that got us into this whole mess." Sarah joined the conversation.

===

"Morning, you look like hell." I opened the van door,

"32!" JJ jolted awake.

"Been a while since I've seen you, how's royalty treating you." JJ laughed getting up.

"Horribly, Rose threatened to take everything from my family, if I don't marry Rafe." I gave a fake chuckle

"Just think about it as a temporary thing, I am gonna find a way out for you."he gave me a side hug.

"Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" We sat down in our seats.

"Yep."

"Morning Demi, as a birthday gift to you, we are taking a pop quiz." Mr. Sunn announced to the class.

"It's your birthday!" JJ perked up looking at me as I sunk into my desk.

"Well how come you didn't tell us about your birthday?"

"Because I knew you'd react like this." I gave a fake smile.

===

The Bonfire, an Outer Banks tradition. Same day every year, The third Friday of every September, everyone went, and I mean everyone.

"Look who decided to show up!" I handed JJ and John B a beer.

"Hey! Mrs. Cameron!" JJ laughed.

"Don't call me that or I will have my dad arrest you!" I talked back in his same tone, almost as if I was mimicking him.

"Dare to take on OBX's shotgun champ?" I asked, holding up my key.

"Careful JJ, She's undefeated." Taylor walked up to us.

"I thought you didn't like me."

"Yeah well, I talked some sense into her." I handed her one as well.

"Let's do it." JJ punctured his can of beer.

"Okay, GO!" Taylor yelled as we all held it up above us.

"Done." I slammed mine down on the ground.

"No way!"

"She's right." Someone picked up my empty beer can.

"I'm just so cool!" I complimented myself.

"Hello sister." Topper walked over.

"Hello, Brother." I looked at his hand.

"To much of a wuss for beer so you went with a fruity drink?"

"This probably has more alcohol than that." He took a sip.

"I know, I just like making fun of you, oh that reminds me! Here is your birthday gift." I put my hand into my pocket pulling out my middle finger.

"Wow, real mature Demi." He gave a fake chuckle.

"I'll give it to you at home."

===

I was talking with JJ in the corner when I saw a crowd of people around Topper and John B.

"You're joking." I pushed my way through to the front. soon everyone started fighting, Topper started choking John B again causing JJ and Pope to come to his aid.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled getting between them. "I will see you guys later, I have to get back home." I told the others.

===

"Hey." I set my jacket down on the chair next to me, I walked over to rafe and rubbed his back as he sat leaning his head on the desk in front of him.

"I heard about how much we need." I got him to look up at me

"Can you hand me the coke." He asked me.

"That's not gonna solve any problems." Rose said grabbing the bag before I could get to it.

"You know what my problem is?" Rafe asked her.

"I got a stepmother who lies to me." He paced back and forth.

"What do you mean?" I questioned him.

"She thinks I'm stupid, Rose you think... I believe that line of shit about how you can't find the gold?"

We heard the door knocker.

===

"Hi, you must be Rafe, you look a lot like your father."

"Babe who's at the door." I stopped in my tracks to see Carla.

"Do I know you, you look very familiar?" She looked at me.

"I don't believe we have met, I'm Demetria Cameron, R- Rafes wife." I falsely introduced myself

"Can we help you?" Rafe asked.

"I'd like to see the island room."

"I don't believe I know what you're talking about but you're welcome to show me." He let her inside.

We walked into the dining room, She had her helper tear down the wallpaper to reveal a mural of an island painted across the wall.

"No way." I muttered to myself.

#jj fanfiction #rafe obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x oc #kiara carrera #love triangle #obx fanfiction #outer banks #rafe cameron x oc #sarah cameron #john b routledge #Rafe Cameron #obx netflix #obx jj #obx fic #obx spoilers #Spotify

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windforestsso · 3 years

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Guardians age and bonds

Just something I thought about at work.

We dont really know how old the guardians are. We just know little about their history. So here is what infomation I could find and few headcanons:

Concord and Meteor was the two oldest horses in Jorvik stables and Herman said he didnt knew how old they where. But concider he help the druids and is pretty close to them it would make sense that he would know, even if there where no documents about their birth. So what if the guradians have longer lifespans than normal horses and that why Concords and Meteors age was hidden to public.

Concord was Elizabeth horse and she presumably didnt have any other horse before that. If Elizabeth was 15 when she become a soul rider like the current soul riders than Concord would have been over 32 years old. It was also said that when the guardians get reborn, they are born to fit what their soul rider needs at that time. So Concord was born for young Elizabeth and not Anne. New Concord is born for Anne and presumably will work better together when Concord finally grows up.

Meteor were said to be the oldest so he was even older that old Concord, so he was most likey also ridden by the old moon soul rider. Also not born for Linda. They compete in jumping and are the source of knowlege in the team, but other than that so aren’t they really alike to eachother. Still love eachother and have a bond that the most important, but they aren’t the ‘perfect’ pair.

Starshine was a wild horse that got separated from the herd and taken in and raised by Herman. And had no rider untill Lisa came. When Linda and MC look into Cathrines memories in dino valley we see Eva and her horse and Linda says “And that most be Starshine”. I think it wasnt our Starshine but instead his previuos life and we just know him as Starshine so that what Linda call him. But he most likely went under another name back then. Like how we know Concord was Concord, even if she has been reborn and is a mare now. It was just that no one bother to give her a new name. My headcanon is that Starshine was reborn when Lisa was a little girl and that why she had dreams and thoughts about a white and blue horse. It was like a “hey your guardian has been reborn, go find him” kind of dream. And he was born for her as a child I think is the reason why he is so calm and caring, it was what Lisa needed at that time. Probably still do so they are close.

Tin-can I think as the youngest (before reborn concord). Not extremly young, but the youngest. I belive that because Alex and Tin-can seems to be the pair that is the most in sync and alike of all the soul riders and their guaradians. Alex like to ride in the terrain where no one can judge her riding skills. Tin-can like to ride in the wild. Both like adventure and dont take shit from no one and so on and so on. Tin-can was born to fit Alex and I also like the think she was the one that named him. Like Herman got a new horse for some reason and either knew he was a guardian and Alex a soul rider or, what I belive the most, realised they were the perfect pair through his wild whisper abilties. Like Justin, he can tell which horse fit which rider. And Alex was working at Jorvik stables for some extra money and that morning arrived and got greeted by Herman like “Hey Alex! I just got this new little guy, but I cant figure out what name to give him. Why dont you name him?” And Alex, not thinking she was going to name anything that day, just frantically looked around the place before looking down at her hands where she had her can-food breakfast and just decided Tin-can was a good name.

With the starter Im bit torn. I want them to be born for the MC but the timeline doesnt really fit. So instead say the starter was born for Cathrine, which works too. The wiki says Cathrine bonded with the starter but I dont know where that infomation was ever stated in the game, also the begining of the game Mr Moorland says he selling the starter for the old owner, not that it was an old horse they have had or anything. I dont remember if Catherines memory talks about how her horse disappeared or if it died. But lets say it died in that failed try to summon Adieen. Cathrine felt alone, didnt know who she could trust and wanted to be with horses more than with humans. So her reborn horse, born to fit that, avoid talking, both to the other soul riders and their guardians and just over all. And instead was just there for their rider. Maybe the starter blame the guardians a bit for how Cathrine was treated and so is the reason why mc horse often get send to the side and dont stand with the guadians in quest where the horses just gets teleported to where the game want them to be.

For Moa and Skyrunner I like to think that Moa dont talk unless you ask her. And that why she fails to inform the druids about stuff she sees or hear on her advantures. And with Skyrunner also avoid speaking unless he really needs to. The Soul riders and Guardians just think they are shy or something and soul riders especially think its better to wait and let Moa open up to them instead of prying. The soul riders just seems to talk, like they dont wait for an invite to open up. So they not used to Moas type of communication so she just sits there like “Nice, I now know you entire life story, do you even know my lastname? Not gonna ask? Ok.” and it start a rift between them. Moa don’t need everyone to keep talking to be social and likes to just sit silent with people, listening to the nature around them. So when they have time off Moa and Skyrunner likes to just lay down in the grass and take it easy untill they need to go to do some work again.

#sso #star stable online #star stable #sso theory #soul riders #concord #anne von blyssen #Elizabeth Sunbeam #meteor #Linda Chanda #Lisa Peterson #starshine #alex cloudmill #tin-can #moa windforest #skyrunner #catherine moorland

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earliebirb · 4 years

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in your arms

steve/tony, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, 1871 words

It is one of those rare days where Tony wakes up earlier than Steve. Of course, it’s not by choice. Pepper has insisted for a few days in a row now that it is imperative that he attends the board meeting scheduled at Stark Industries HQ today and that further rescheduling will not be possible.

If Tony had a say about it, Tony would rather wake up a few hours later, hopefully just in time to rope Steve into a round of lazy indulgent morning sex instead of letting him go for his run. Tony smiles just at the thought of it and gazes wistfully down at his husband’s peacefully sleeping figure, body curled up and leaning into Tony’s side of the bed where Tony had been lying just thirty minutes ago. Tony watches as Steve snuggles closer to Tony’s pillow, unconsciously chasing Tony’s body warmth even in his sleep. Tony snaps his cufflinks into place, letting out a heavy sigh before pulling the comforter to cover more of Steve’s body, keeping him warm. Satisfied, he leans down to plant a lingering kiss on Steve’s temple.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he whispers, before allowing his knuckles to caress Steve’s cheek one last time. When he eventually stands up and pulls away, it is not without considerable effort.

Tony spends the rest of the day in and out of various meetings, just as scheduled, and it is just as physically and emotionally draining as Tony had imagined. Judging from the various texts Steve has sent him throughout the day, Tony supposes Steve hasn’t been coping very well with his absence either, a thought that simultaneously warms Tony’s heart and makes him concerned. Steve always misses him when he’s away, of course, but the frequency of Steve’s texts today is quite… unusual. Steve would usually send him maybe two or three texts throughout the day when he knows that Tony is busy at SI, just little reminders for him to remember to eat or asking when he would be back. Today, though, Steve has been spending an unusually large amount of time on his phone, texting Tony. On the plane heading back to New York, Tony lets himself reread all of the texts Steve has sent him since he left for the Los Angeles SI HQ at the crack of dawn.

His first text reads:

>Have a good day at work, sweetheart. Stay safe. I love you. (5:15 AM)

Tony’s eyes linger at the timestamp, noting that Steve has woken up much earlier than usual, after about two hours since he left. He usually wakes up at seven for his morning run.

>Sorry I wasn’t awake to see you off. (6:13AM)

>Are you on the plane already? (6:30 AM)

>Sweetheart? (6:37 AM)

>hi baby. sorry, just woke up from a nap. still on the plane. (8:21 AM)

>Have you had breakfast? (8:21 AM)

>sipping on some coffee as we speak. (8:25 AM)

>Eat something, Tony. Not just coffee. (8:26 AM)

>yes, mom. (8:31 AM)

>Tony. Please eat something. (8:33 AM)

>jk. munching on a bagel, i promise. gotta go baby, plane’s landing soon. love you. (8:56 AM)

>OK, sweetheart. Take care. I love you. (8:56 AM)

>Hi, sweetheart. I hope you’re having a good day. I miss you. (11:13 AM)

>I’m thinking of watching one of the movies from the list you gave me. Do you think I should watch Forrest Gump or The Godfather first? (12:07 PM)

>Darling, have you had lunch? (1:03 PM)

>sorry honey. meeting just finished. (2:32 PM)

>happy got me and pep burritos for lunch. what did u have for lunch? (2:32 PM)

>also,, do NOT watch the godfather without me!!! (2:33 PM)

>Forrest Gump it is. Bruce made lasagna. Wish you were here. (2:34 PM)

>What time are you getting in? (2:37 PM)

>mmm 11/12?? dont wait up, babe. (3:32 PM)

>Have a safe flight. Miss you. (3:33 PM)

>miss you more. (4:37 PM)

>hey baby i’m on the plane heading back. see u soon! (5:12 PM)

Tony stares at his phone screen, fingers of his other hand drumming a rapid beat on the armrest. Steve just stopped texting Tony entirely after spending almost the entire day on his phone. Tony slips his phone into his pocket and leans back to settle more comfortably in his seat. It’s going to be another long flight back and he’s been dying to get some shut-eye. It’s been a long day.

The last thing Tony sees before sleep takes him away is the sight of cotton-white clouds slowly drifting by.

The second Tony makes it into the Tower’s elevator, he questions Jarvis on Steve’s whereabouts even as he presses the button for the penthouse.

“Captain Rogers is currently showering at the gym, Sir.”

“Showering? At the gym? At this hour?” Tony glances at his watch. It’s ten minutes past midnight.

Tony cancels the button for the penthouse and goes down to the gym level instead. Sure enough, he hears the sound of the shower running as the elevator doors slide open. Tony sits on one of the benches in the gym and waits patiently for Steve to finish showering. From the corner of his eye, he sees something that confirms his suspicions as to why Steve is down at the gym: Steve’s punching bag hangs still from the ceiling. He gazes thoughtfully at the supersoldier strength-proof punching bag--his own handiwork--and wonders if something is bothering Steve. The evidence so far seems to lead to that particular conclusion. His husband eventually comes out in a white bathrobe, drying his damp hair with a white towel, looking exhausted and grumpy at the same time. It’s a testament to how out of it Steve is that he doesn’t notice Tony’s presence before he speaks.

“Hey, hot stuff. Why the long face?”

Steve’s head shoots up and his hands freeze in their previous motion of drying his hair. He continues to stare at Tony like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, Steve lets the towel hang around his neck.

“Honey? You okay?” Tony rises from the bench, approaching Steve.

He makes all of three steps before Steve strides purposefully towards him and promptly lifts him up, bridal style.

“What the-- Steve?” Tony questions, beyond confused.

Steve looks down at him briefly then makes his way to the elevator, all the while still carrying Tony wordlessly. Steve carries him all the way up the penthouse, into their bedroom, before gently laying him down on the bed.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the grand romantic gesture, baby, but is everything okay?” Tony asks as he scoots back up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Steve, still silent with his grumpy frown firmly set in place, begins to crawl on the bed towards Tony before planting his head in Tony’s lap, face looking up at Tony. Then, he turns and buries his face in Tony’s stomach.

“Sweetheart?” Tony whispers, still confused even as butterflies fill his stomach at the way Steve curls impossibly closer into him, one of his arms curling around Tony’s back.

When Steve eventually speaks, he sounds incredibly tired, his voice muffled by Tony’s stomach: “I missed you so much.”

Tony chuckles. “Is that what this is about? I missed you too, honey.”

Steve turns so that now he is looking straight up at Tony, his blue eyes gazing at Tony’s face intently, as if he’s trying to commit every feature into memory. Steve reaches for one of Tony’s hands and plants it in his hair. Tony’s smile widens and dutifully begins carding his fingers through Steve’s blond locks, still damp from shower.

Steve lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes, looking like there is no other place he would rather be, like all is right in his world again. Steve reaches for Tony’s other hand and holds it in both of his, playing with his fingers like they are the most fascinating thing in the world.

“I woke up from a nightmare this morning,” Steve confesses, tracing the lines of Tony’s palm, “about… losing you.”

Tony hums thoughtfully. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve tenses, expression darkening as his grip on Tony’s fingers tightens minutely. “We were in a battle and-- You were--” He takes a deep breath and releases it in one slow exhale.

“You were bleeding out on me. And I tried to stop it-- But there was just too much blood. There was blood everywhere, on you, on my hands, and you were looking up at me but you weren’t looking at me. There was no-- Life. In your eyes. I could feel you fading. You were leaving me.”

Steve sniffs. He swallows roughly before continuing, “It just felt so… real. I woke up from the nightmare and you weren’t there. I could feel myself starting to panic, until Jarvis reminded me that you had to leave for a flight today.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.” Tony strokes one of Steve’s eyebrows comfortingly. He has had a few nightmares like that himself and waking up to Steve’s warm weight against him has always been more than comforting. He can just imagine the terror creeping up his body if he woke up from a nightmare about losing Steve--caught between sleep and reality--and Steve weren’t around to counter his demons.

“Sorry for the non-stop texts today. I had to--” Steve swallows before looking up at Tony, eyes searching every corner of his face. He raises one of his hands to cup Tony’s cheek and Tony leans into the touch. “Had to make sure you were okay.”

“Don’t apologize, you know I love it when you text me. Although I did think it was odd that you were texting me so frequently. Why’d you stop texting me then?”

Steve sighs, attention going back to Tony’s calloused fingers. “I tried watching Forrest Gump, but I just felt so… restless.” Steve shakes his head.

“So you headed down to the gym?” Tony guesses.

Steve shrugs. “I knew if I didn’t I would just keep bothering you, so I brought out the punching bag.”

“Poor punching bag,” Tony teases, trying to lighten up the mood. Steve just gazes at him silently, his eyes heavy with emotion, like he’s still trying to convince himself that Tony is right there with him. Alive and well.

Tony smiles, leans down to plant a kiss between Steve’s eyebrows before patting his cheek lightly.

“Come on! Let’s go to sleep.”

Later--after Tony and Steve have both stripped out of their clothes--they lie close together, pressed skin to skin, Steve burying his face in the crook of Tony’s neck. Tony listens quietly to Steve’s breathing as he traces small circles on Steve’s shoulder.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

As Steve’s breathing gets slow and steady, just before he falls asleep, he murmurs into Tony’s neck, half-conscious, “Tony… Don’t go, okay? Don’t leave me.”

Tony’s arms tighten around him briefly, strong and reassuring.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling. I promise. I will stay right here, in your arms.”

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