#i just feel really lonely and sad and thought i could use my sweet man for comfort
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Lonely
Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader
Summary: Just a little hurt/comfort fic. It's one of those days where nothing feels okay, but to your surprise, your boss Aaron Hotchner is there to comfort you.
Soft!Hotch my beloved <333
TW: The reader talks about struggling with their mental health.
Words: 1.1 k
It was only you who was left at the office. You thought that occupying your mind with some boring paperwork would help you distract yourself from the painful feeling on your chest. It was one of those days where something as simple as a smile was impossible to fake. It was one of those days where a headache was creeping up by you forcing your tears not to spill all day.
If someone were to ask you why you were feeling that way, you would have an extremely hard time to explain. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself. You were just feeling sad. And feeling sad made you feel lonely.
The noise of a door closing made you drop your pen and turn your head to that direction. Yes, everyone else had left, but the word ‘everyone’ did not include your boss. Ever. At least for you.
“Y/N, what are you still doing here? It’s almost eleven,” he asked, approaching your desk. Looking up at him you immediately recognized concern in his expression.
“I thought I could just finish this all up tonight. You know, so I don’t have it on my mind all week.” You tried to sound casual, but you were pretty certain he was already not buying it.
“I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Especially for something as meaningless as paperwork. You already go through enough when we have a case.”
You sighed, figuring there was no reason to fight him on this. If you agreed he would just drop it. “You’re right.”
You started collecting your things to put them in your bag, expecting Aaron to wish you goodnight and leave. Instead you felt him staring at you in silence.
Bringing your bag to your lap, after securing all your personal things in it, you turned to the side ready to get up. You hadn’t realized that he had moved closer though - to the point where if you stood up, your face would bump into his chest. That’s why you decided to stay seated.
You looked up at him and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat that was going crazy, because he was completely towering over you.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Is everything okay?” There it was again. That same expression of concern. You hated the way he could see right through you. Aaron was known for being able to read people – he was good at his job and you admired him for it – but it was never fun to be on the receiving end of his talent. It made you feel bare and vulnerable.
“Yes, everything’s good.”
He slowly squatted down so he could be at the same level as you. Your height difference hadn’t allowed your faces to be this close to each other before. Looking into his eyes from this new angle felt different.
“Listen,” he started. “I can understand why I would not be the first person you’d choose to talk to about a personal issue. I know I’m much older than you and might act a little like a drill sergeant sometimes, but I’m always here if you need to talk. I would love to help. About whatever it is that’s bothering you.”
You smiled sadly at him because, deep down, if you could choose one person in the world to open your heart to it would be him. But how could you randomly start talking about your feelings to your boss of all people? How does one get the chance to do so?
Except now you had the perfect chance. He was offering it to you.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make any sense, Hotch,” you answered; your voice small and ready to break.
“You don’t have to. This isn’t an exam, you know. You can just tell me how you feel. No need to explain.”
Tears started to blur your vision at his words. Your feelings for him got a hundred times more intense than they were before.
“I’m lonely,” you broke, crying properly now. “I’m so lonely.”
His hand reached out to take yours and his thumb started to move in a soothing motion. It helped.
“And I’m not saying I’m alone,” you continued. “I have my family, my friends, our team... I know I have people in my life who care for me, I really do. And I recognize how ungrateful I sound for saying that it’s not enough. But it’s not. I’m still lonely. And I’m still sad. And I don’t know why.”
“Sweetheart…” he whispered, his free hand cupping your cheek so he could wipe away the tears.
“I’m so tired of thinking I’m okay and then feeling awful again. It never ends,” you sobbed, leaning into his touch without really thinking about it. “I just feel so helpless when it gets bad. Like nothing can help.”
As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you into his arms. The fingers of his one hand got lost between your hair, while his other hand was rubbing circles on your back. “Maybe this can help,” he said, kissing the top of your head.
You completely melted in his embrace. Your sobs got louder and your body was shaking, but it felt like release.
“Hotch,” you cried, “I just wanna be okay.”
“You will be, I promise.”
You pushed away, just enough so you could look at his face again. His eyes were red and your heart clenched at the thought of him caring for you enough to be this moved by your sadness.
His palms were cupping your cheeks again and his handsome smile made its appearance, looking sweeter than ever.
“Thank you,” you smiled back. It was through tears, but it was the only genuine smile you had given anyone all day.
“Of course,” he replied, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “And now…” He dragged out the sentence, while standing up.
You missed his touch already. You didn’t want him to leave you alone. But you prepared yourself for his next words. He probably had to get home to Jack, you thought.
“How about we go get some ice cream?” he asked instead.
Your eyes lit up like a kid which made him laugh.
“I know a place that’s open all night. Let me drive us there,” he said offering his hand, and you took it without a second thought.
“I’d love that.”
You started walking towards the elevator, holding hands.
“Nothing like some ice cream after a good cry, right?” he joked and you giggled.
His hand dropped yours, only for his arm to wrap itself around your neck, pulling you close to his chest.
Maybe you could learn to love the way Aaron could see right through you. It made you feel cared for and understood.
#aaron hotchner#hotch#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#criminal minds fic#hiding in the tags so i can be insane here hehe#not me writing this when i should be studying 💀#but i'm so sad today lmao#for what? that's a secret my brain will never tell#i just feel really lonely and sad and thought i could use my sweet man for comfort#and thought i'd share in case anyone needs some comfort too#maybe it's because i'm on my period 😔#anyway if anyone's reading this i hope you enjoyed the fic#it's provided by my mental illness <3#hotch 🪐
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Call Me Babydoll 5
PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Patrick stays in your mind even after the disastrous Dorsia incident. Like a song you can't get out of your head, he continues to hum his sultry and sensual words and ways into your ears and heart. When he arrives unexpectedly with a surprise guest, he cannot deny that he is attracted to you. But is this even real?
CONTAINS: Angst, smut, masturbation (f), obsessive behavior, cursing and use of pet names, smoking, gaslighting & manipulation, humiliation & hyperfixation, Daddy kink, making out, marking, biting.
WORDS: 3.5k
A/N: Sorry to make you wait so long, I hope to get in shape soon and post more often!🥰
LINKS: [Ch.4]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]
Your mind was a complete mess, your heart nothing but glass dust. The echoes of your private conversation with Patrick on the outdoor terrace of Dorsia still lingered in your mind even after you returned home, though you couldn't remember how you made it since you had declined Bateman's offer to take you to your house.
The first thing you noticed when you crossed the threshold of your home was a strong, sweet scent of flowers. It was a familiar perfume that you already hated.
"Y/n? I thought you were already asleep in your room," and there she was - your father's girlfriend named Sophia, meeting you in the hall, smiling mischievously as she caught you doing something criminal. "Where have you been?"
Sophia was a middle-aged woman with Greek roots, she was really a nice person, always so kind and friendly to you, and most importantly - she never tried to replace your mother, for which you were very grateful.
"I had dinner," you replied tiredly as you took off your coat. "Not a good one."
"Ouch…" She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before continuing. "Don't be sad, honey. You're an incredible person and I'm sure that one day you'll meet the right person." Sophia cheered this, smiling as if her words were a prediction of the future. "With whom you will feel that everything is in the right place."
Sighing, you tried to master something close to a smile. "Thank you, Soph." As much as you wanted to share your worries with her, you couldn't because she could tell your father everything. "I'm so exhausted I could fall asleep right here."
"Go rest," she mused, watching you go upstairs. "Tomorrow your father and I are going to visit my family."
"Good luck with that." You replied before disappearing from her vision.
It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, thanks to the endless thoughts that looped in your head like a broken record.
Why did you ever think that a man like Bateman could really take you seriously? You felt deceived, embarrassed and madly frustrated, because at the end of the day, Patrick was just playing with you like a toy, twisting you perfectly around his finger.
Fidgeting in your bed, you accidentally recalled the memories of the day he was here - you could still feel the remnants of his hypnotizing cologne as your sheets smelled of him. A lonely tear slid down your cheek, outlining the beautiful shape of your face - now so dull and dejected.
If only you could rewind time and not allow him to get close to you, not even for an inch. Sobbing, you curled up like a kitten, pressed your knees to your chest and tried to drift off, but every time you closed your eyes - his gorgeous face popped up in your mind, making you believe that he really had blessed you with a curse. A curse to be obsessed with the man who would never be yours.
It had been a week since you had seen Bateman, and somehow you had even managed to live through your depression and hide it from your father, although it was quite difficult due to his numerous questions about your sad face and bad mood. At work, some of your co-workers were also trying to figure out what was wrong with you, so you finally decided to take a few days off to relax and get your life back on track.
In the morning of one of those days, you suddenly found yourself writhing on the sheets, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. With an irritated groan, you threw the blanket aside, accidentally touching your painfully hard nipples.
Oh shit, not again.
Closing your eyes, you didn't even notice that you were dreaming about him for the third fucking time in a row. You let out a muffled gasp as your trembling hand snaked down your belly between your half-opened legs to the center of your desire.
It was just impossible to resist.
"Aww, Daddy," you moaned softly, imagining it was his hand caressing your taut folds. "Please...I need more..."
Embarrassed but absolutely horny, you spread your legs wider, letting your own digits slide along your dripping pussy, and kept picturing his beautiful face as he praised you for being such a good girl for him.
A loud gasp echoed through your room at the memory of his velvety, deep voice, playing in your head as if Bateman was really here, next to you, his hand wrapped tightly around your trembling throat as he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your climax, to see you collapse right before his dark hazel eyes.
"Mmhm, Patrick..." you frowned and shivered, your ministrations growing more impatient as you rubbed circling motions into your throbbing clit while feeling the impending orgasm building in your core. "Patrick, Patrick, please!"
To muffle your obscene moans, you had to bite the pillow next to you as you reached your climax, never stopping to massage your feverish nub.
'You are so naughty, Babydoll. Look at the mess you have made.'
The echo of his sexy voice resounded in your clouded mind, prolonging your intense orgasm and you couldn't help but cradle your breast, only to pinch your hard little tip as you craved more.
But unfortunately, after the haze of ecstasy wore off and you were finally able to think clearly, the bitter realization that it was all an illusion washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you completely broken. It felt as if you had put all your energy into getting that high, and now you could barely move, feeling satisfied yet devastated.
Over the next few hours, you showered several times and refused to leave your room, no matter how much your father and Sophia tried to convince you. Shame and despair were eating you alive from the inside out, draining all your positive emotions like parasites.
Whenever you tried to distract yourself by reading, you were annoyed by your mind tricks because every character's name starting with the letter P automatically became 'Patrick'.
You hated that man for infesting your mind, body, and soul. Before meeting Bateman, you even thought you were frigid, but now...now you were ready to climb on the walls from the consuming desire to be...possessed? Owned? Marked?
A loud knock at the door interrupted your train of thought and you barely stopped yourself from squeaking - all these days, since you started having nasty dreams with Patirck, you felt like you were doing something bad and someone from your household could catch you. Quickly you approached the door to your room and after unlocking it, you let your vision - which turned out to be your father - in.
"I thought you were taking a nap," he chuckled, but then his face changed when he saw your tired eyes. "Are you sure you're not sick, (y/n)?"
"I'm not sick, Dad," you rolled your eyes and crossed your hands over your chest, ready to be lectured again. "Did something happen? I was in the middle of proofreading."
Your father hummed, tilting his head to the side. "You took a few days off to work at home?"
Scowling with annoyance, you leaned against the door and mumbled: "It helps me relax and clear my head."
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that Patrick is here," you felt the ground disappear under your feet as he spoke. "He came to sign some papers and I thought you might like to join us in the living room. Soph made your favorite apple pie."
This information made your temples ache with tension, and you had to massage them to ease the stabbing pain. "Father, I... I'm not really in the mood for guests."
Especially when this guest was Patrick Bateman.
Your father just sighed and stepped back, which meant he wasn't going to try to convince you. Most of all, you hated to upset your family, even though you didn't want to see Bateman, not after the things that had happened to you during these long, crazy days.
"Okay, okay," you knew you would regret it, but now you didn't see any other option. "I'll be back soon."
With that, you closed the door, feeling the panic rising in your chest. It seemed that your father still thought that you were still on good terms with Patrick, since you had not told him anything about that damn dinner. Trying to pull yourself together, you quickly went to the mirror to freshen up a bit - the fact that you were worried about what Bateman would think of your appearance still bothered you, but there was nothing you could do about it.
Almost fifteen minutes later, you finally came downstairs, wearing a short black top and your favorite tight jeans, and no, you weren't trying to impress him - a little spice wouldn't hurt.
As you approached the living room, you began to hear a cacophony of different voices: your dad's, Sophia's, and another unfamiliar female voice that made you stop in confusion around the corner. Who was that?
"(Y/n), don't be shy, come here." Your father's comment made you frown and bite your lip in embarrassment as you felt like you were transferred back to your childhood.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the living room and immediately became the center of everyone's attention. Your eyes quickly found the owner of the unknown voice - a pretty blonde girl sitting next to Patrick with a small notebook in her elegant hands.
Another blonde, huh?
Putting on a friendly fake smile, you managed to hide your frustration and walked closer to the couch to take a seat next to your father, completely ignoring Bateman's intense gaze.
"Uh, this is Jean, Patrick's assistant," your father introduced the blonde girl to you, and she smiled shyly when you raised your eyes to her. "Jean, this is (y/n), my lovely daughter."
"Nice to meet you, (y/n)," Jean murmured and turned to look at Patrick, as if looking for his approval. When he said nothing, she continued. "Patrick has told me a lot about you."
"Really?" You replied skeptically, your hands already crossed over your chest as you desperately tried to keep your composure. "How nice."
Somehow your father managed to notice the growing tension between the two of you, and his little cough caught everyone's attention. "Sorry, my throat gets dry from time to time."
"No need to apologize, Mr. (y/l/n)," Bateman suddenly joined the conversation, causing you to almost jump in your seat. "How about your lovely daughter making us some drinks?" His white-toothed smile was blinding, but you did your best not to react to this provocation.
"Yeah, sure. I'll make them." You stood up quickly, seeing this as a great opportunity to escape.
"Let me help you!" Jean suddenly suggested.
"No no no, you don't have to!"
"Hey, let her help you," Patrick put forward and tapped Jean's knee several times, which you couldn't miss. "It's better not to refuse people's help, because we live in such a cruel world. You know what I mean, (y/n?)"
His smug wink at you made your hands clench into fists, but you decided not to argue with him and just stumbled out of the living room, hearing Jean's soft footsteps behind you.
In the kitchen, the two of you didn't try to strike up a conversation, feeling uncomfortable but not hostile. With casual confidence, you took out two glasses and three cups under the attentive gaze of Patrick's assistant.
"Whiskey for the boys and coffee for the girls," you hummed to yourself, finally glancing at Jean, who was standing shyly in the doorway. "Maybe you want something else?"
"No," she gasped when you asked her. "Coffee is fine."
"Good."
As the blonde woman watched you make the coffee, she came closer and looked around the kitchen. "'Your house is very cozy."
"Thank you," you gave her a warm smile and picked up a silver tray for the cups. "My mother used to love an atmosphere like this," your sudden confession made you stop everything for a moment and Jean noticed your tension. "She would be very touched by your compliment."
The sad undertone in your words made the woman pause and think about what to say next, and you used the moment to get additional things for the coffee, including sugar, cream and vanilla.
"I would only ask you to help me with this," you nodded at the nearly full tray. "And I'll take glasses and a bottle."
"Okay," Jean picked up some napkins before taking a deep breath. "Patrick was right when he said you were a lovely girl."
Frowning, you almost spilled the last cup of coffee when you heard those words. "Uh, I don't understand why you were talking about me at all."
"Well, we talked about you when I made the reservation for your dinner in Dorsia."
An awkward silence hung in the air for some time before you managed to pull yourself together and place all the cups on the shimmering tray. "Mmhm-yeah, that dinner was something, I have to admit," you let out a nervous chuckle, not wanting to remember the events of that evening. "Do you like him?"
"W-what?" Jean blushed almost instantly, her beautiful blue eyes averted from your curious gaze and she had to fix her stray lock of hair behind her ear. "He's my boss, and I like working with him."
"Is he a good boss?"
"Yes, he is."
Satisfied with her answer, you crossed your arms and grinned. "Glad to hear it, I mean seriously," you watched her bat her long eyelashes as you moved the tray over to her. "I think you two look great together."
Exhaling, Jean took the tray and giggled sheepishly. "What makes you think that anyway?"
"I just noticed the way he looks at you," you replied frankly, picking up the glasses. "Thanks for the help. Now I have to get a drink for the boys."
With that, you cast your most sincere smile before retreating from the kitchen, and once you were out in the hall, your face became blank and dull. The things you just said - were they just some kind of masochism? You kept asking yourself as you walked to your father's office, where he kept his favorite drinks that he only served to special guests.
Carefully, with cat-like grace, you touched a doorknob when you noticed that the door was half open. Concerned, you quickly turned around and when you saw no one, you quickly opened it and stepped inside, only to freeze in shock and it was a fucking miracle that you didn't let the glasses fall down on the floor.
Bateman was standing with his back to you, so at first you hoped he wouldn't notice, but as soon as you turned on your heels, the man spun around and the sight of you made him smile mischievously and absolutely charmingly.
"Wrong door?" Patrick chuckled and shifted his position so that you could now see him holding a bottle and a lit cigar in the other hand.
"You can't smoke in my house," you said in an irritated voice. "I'm serious."
"Oh, stop it," his mocking chuckle echoed in your ears, annoying you more and more. "Your father gave me permission. Besides, he told me he had a bottle of J&B, so I decided to take it myself, since you two were very slow."
Having said that, the man puffed on his cigar and blew several rings of smoke, causing you to cover your mouth as you started to cough. The sheer arrogance he radiated was poisonous and somehow suffocating, it was like a tight rope around your neck, no snuff could affect you like that.
"Why did you send Jean with me?"
"And why didn't you answer my calls?" Bateman interjected sternly, closing the distance between the two of you.
The sudden question made you lose your balance for a second. "Calls? What calls? I... I don't even understand what you're talking about."
With a cheeky grin, Patrick took a drag on his cigar and blew right into your face. "Hmmm, let me remember," he leaned against the door and cocked his head to the side. "The one right after dinner, and the one the next day, and the one two days after that."
It was strange, because all these days no one had ever told you about Patrick's calls, and you thought that if he had really made them, your father would definitely have told you, since he wanted you two to get along so much.
"All right, let's pretend that you really did call me, but I can't understand why?"
"You seemed very upset after dinner," the man strove to parry your provocative question, though his eyes glowed with the thrill of the challenge you were giving him. "I just wanted to check on you, since your old man is worried about you too much, and... I didn't need any trouble to close the deal."
Another disappointment.
"Business above all, huh?" No matter how hard you tried to hide the pain, your voice still sounded somber.
"Shhh," his sudden touch on your lower lip caused something heavy to fall in your stomach. "Don't be like that, Babydoll. I'm just doing my job."
"Even now?" You taunted him blatantly, though your panting could be clearly heard in the room.
The sexual tension between the two of you was palpable in the air, but you both remained still, even when Bateman approached your neck to inhale your sweet scent, mixing it with the sharp smell of snuff.
What the hell were you doing?
When Bateman pulled away to place the bottle on the nearby bookshelf, he grabbed the glasses you were holding so desperately that your fingers began to curl. Then the man squeezed the cigar between his white teeth and, with practiced ease, picked you up and carried you to your father's desk. As he set you down on the wooden tabletop, he didn't let you protest, pressing his large palm over your mouth.
"Now, now, little girl," he cooed, exhaling smoke before pulling you a little closer. "C'mere, I'm going to show you something."
Carefully but determinedly, Patrick grabbed your chin and drew you closer so that your mouths were barely an inch apart. Pressing his thumb along your lips, the man forced you to part them, and in the next moment, he blew some smoke into your mouth before sealing it with his own. Intoxicated by both the smoke and Patrick's sudden intrusion, your hands clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, cramping the expensive fabric of his pinstriped suit. After all these days of desperate need for his touch, this kiss was like a sip of water in the desert; it was vital and overwhelming. With every breath you took, Bateman's movements became bolder, less tentative and more demanding; his warm hand slipped under your short top to caress your shoulder blades with feathery strokes that almost drove you to moan against his lips, but you struggled to stop yourself.
"Patrick," you gasped after breaking the kiss. "What the hell are we doing?
"You tell me, Babydoll."
"No, because it was you who told me you didn't want to be a babysitter. Did you forget?"
When you tried to slide off the desk, he wouldn't let you, pressing you closer to his strong body and finally putting his cigar in the ashtray not far from where he was holding you. "I always remember my own words…" With that, he placed both his hands on either side of your knees before moving them slowly up along your hips and God, Bateman was doing it so damn slow on purpose, forcing you to jolt from the strange tension in your lower belly - the feeling that had become your personal drug. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it. Your body speaks for itself."
You tried to pull away from him as you couldn't stand the way his hazel eyes were stripping you down, but the more you struggled, the more Patrick grew impatient, so he just yanked roughly by your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back and expose your delicate neck, which Patrick didn't miss the chance to mark, biting your tender flesh and then sucking the mark with a muffled groan.
There was something feral about him and that 'something' was making your body respond to his every touch, every little contact.
Nuzzling your cheek, Bateman lowered one of his hands to your bare stomach, drawing invisible lines along it before suddenly cupping your throbbing pussy through the tight material of your jeans, making you squeal and shake on the desk.
Just as Patrick was about to kiss you again, you both noticed a commotion coming from behind the door and then realized it was your father, you both didn't even have a chance to move as the door was quickly opened, revealing a very compromising picture.
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Scandal-Hit Princess
One Day I'll Fly Away - Chapter One
Chapter Summary | A scandal-hit Princess, ink barely dried on the divorce papers and a lone rancher with no interest in the inevitable media storm following her meet for the first time - it’s a recipe for disaster, right?
Word Count | 2.6K
Pairing | Joel Miller x Princess F!Reader
Chapter Warnings | foul language, descriptions and mentions of divorce and infidelity, Joel being a rancher and kinda aloof and unbothered, mentions of body image issues and stress, mentions of the British royal family, no-outbreak AU, no use of y/n, smut in future chapters but nothing else at this point.
Authors Note | Well, here she is - Miss Scandal is ready to meet you all! This has been such a labour of love for me already and I cannot tell you how excited I am to bring you this story. It’s different, but I love it, and I hope you will too! As always, thank you to @undercoverpena and @hellishjoel who have been on the receiving end of so much shouting and screaming about this! Please, if you do enjoy this, consider leaving a comment or reblogging - I will love you all forever! And you can support me further by donating to my Kofi account if you want to.
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Kofi | Series Playlist
Rage is the only thing you really feel anymore. The feeling of betrayal, that’s gone. The feeling of sadness at losing the life you had, that’s also gone.The only thing that remains is the rage, bubbling slowly under your skin. You’ve been sitting in it for six months now, sitting with the injustice of it all, how someone had taken one singular conversation and flipped it on its head. The more you think about it, the more you can understand the conclusion everyone had come to, especially when the man wearing the crown had spun the story to suit him, his family, and his fucking son. Traitors, the fucking lot of them.
It hadn’t always been bad. You wouldn’t have said yes to the wedding if it had, regardless of how big the ring had been. He’d been sweet, charming, and despite the fact that your family came from money, he’d given you a life you could only have dreamed of. Sure, the endless flying around the world to shake a few hands and stand for a few photos, tilt your head down and look placid when you talked to anyone, took flowers from children and gripped the arms of people in distress, that all got tiring, but the fairytale had been all worth it really, until it hadn’t.
When the papers became more interested in who made your clothes, or the fact that the colour you’d worn didn’t suit you, or worse, sent some kind of subliminal message, or why the angle of the camera made you look pregnant when you weren’t, or how there must have been an argument between you and your husband because you hadn’t looked at him for the entire time you’d been at the ballet one time. When the focus shifted from what you were trying to do - shine a light on suffering or simply cheer people up by your presence, to trying to find fault in every single thing you ever did, that’s when you started to wonder whether it was all worth it.
Then came the control. The rules. Don’t eat that. Don’t wear that. Don’t paint your nails that colour. Don’t say this. Don’t stand like that. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. And it never seemed to matter how much good you did, how many initiatives you visited or how many sick people’s bedsides you sat next to , someone always had something to pick on. You could be the strongest person on earth, but the more someone picks away, the harder it gets to be yourself. But then, that’s what they wanted wasn’t it? Take the ideal woman on paper and grind her down until she was the ideal woman in real life - someone who kept her real thoughts to herself, behaved properly and didn’t rock the boat.
It strikes you now, in the solitude of this hotel room, that by trying to mould you into that person, you became the very thing they were terrified of all along. Someone who didn’t just rock the boat, but well and truly capsized it. It’s something of a comfort really, sat in this room like a prison, a nice and comfortable prison, but a prison none-the-less, that all it took was one woman who’d had enough to start tearing the family down from the inside. And it’s not like you’d really tried that hard to do it anyway - it hadn’t even been your intention. It just so happened that you’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time and someone had twisted your words - and his - to mean something they absolutely were not. If it hadn't been for what it had cost you, a one way ticket to the middle of nowhere and a reputation in tatters, you might find all this quite funny, but alas, there was nothing about this exile - or rather banishment - that was funny rot you right now.
You slam the magazine you’ve been trying to read down on your lap in frustration. The heat in this place is fucking stifling. Who the fuck suggested Texas as a good idea? Sure, it’s a world away from where you’d just come from, and for now, the press, obsessed with you since day one, hadn’t quite figured out where you were yet, but it was only a matter of time really. Someone would tip them off for a hefty sum, poor Nancy and her hotel would be swarmed and it would be up and on to the next place to try and lie low. You’re bored and bored is dangerous.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, stretching out your back before you stand, slip your shoes on and open the door. You look up and down the hall, quiet, no sign of Rob, head of the security detail you’d been given following your divorce. It would have been nice of them if it hadn’t been a way to keep an eye on you. You knew Rob was giving updates to the people back at home.
You lightly pad down the hallway once the door to your room is closed, taking the steps down to the reception quickly, stepping on your tiptoes until your hand traces over the front reception desk, Nancy immediately looking up from her papers.
“Your Highness.” Has become the greeting, with a slight curtsey, it’s wrong, but it doesn’t really matter anymore does it?
“Can I get you anything?”
You smile at her, leaning your elbows on the reception desk, cheek resting on one of your palms.
“Well, Nancy, I’d love some of those peaches from a few days ago, do you still have any?”
You watch as her expression drops, her skin tone draining like she’d made the biggest faux pas possible.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” She gasps, “You liked ‘em so much we used ‘em all making dessert for tonight.”
“Sounds delicious,” You smile, big and broad, charming, “What are we having?”
“My famous peach pie,” Nancy taps the side of her nose, “My mama’s recipe.”
“With ice cream?” You ask, adding a wink at the end.
“Anything for you,” Then she adds, “I can send out for more peaches if you’d like them.”
You think for a moment, because they really are delicious, especially warmed from the sun where they’ve just been freshly picked, “Where do you get them?”
“Oh, at the Miller ranch, it’s a little way out of town, but he’s famous for them.”
“You know, I might go and get them myself.”
Joel Miller scoffs into his coffee as his eyes scan the front page of the newspaper. Scandal-hit Princess in USA. He knew she was here. The town was abuzz with gossip that Nancy, owner of the nicest, fanciest hotel in town, was hosting her. Cleared out the entire top floor of rooms just for her. Restaurant closed whenever she wanted to eat. Someone had driven up to his ranch three days ago, asked for a boxes of peaches for her. Her favourite fruit apparently. He’d handed them over without much thought, asked for the usual price and then found himself with a very generous tip, folded into the back pocket of his jeans. He looks at the grainy photograph on the front page, taken through the window of the hotel, Princess sitting pretty, head down looking at the table. The photo is grainy, definitely not the best paparazzi work he’s seen splashed across the front page, but it’s enough to see her hand on the back of her neck and the hunch of her shoulders, trying to make herself look smaller than she is.
It’s a far cry from the woman he’d seen on the TV two years ago. It had been madness in his mind, that the entire world had ground to a halt to watch two people get married. Sarah had insisted that they all sit and watch it together, and he had thought Ellie would have his back, but she was just as enthralled watching her walk down the aisle. Weirdly, he remembers the dress, the white tulle, short lace sleeves, something sparkly peppered through the material, catching the light when she walks. But what he remembers more than anything, is her smile. The way she beamed when she was handed over, hand slipped into her soon-to-be husbands. It’s strange that divorce touches everyone, and no matter how big you smile, it’s always hiding something under the surface.
He looks briefly to his watch, realising he’s late for feeding and those sheep are going to give him hell if he doesn’t feed them soon. He downs the rest of his coffee, shoves the newspaper into the recycling box, he doesn’t really read it anyway, even when the news isn’t splashed from cover to cover with gossip about what that damn princess did or didn’t do, so he’s definitely not going to indulge it now, and then he’s out into the truck and heading down to the barn to stock up on feed.
It’s a strange world to him, this ranch life. For as long as he could remember he’s wanted to do it. Maybe it’s the solitude it offers him, the way he can finally think for himself after years of raising his daughters. Maybe it’s the way that unlike his daughters, his flock of sheep tend to do what they’re told, unless it’s this morning and he’s twenty minutes late to feed them, then they’d gather around his legs, bleating senselessly until he drops their feed onto the ground to appease them. What he really thinks is that it gives him a purpose. He grows fruit, peaches mainly, but a few other crops, that he gives to Nancy down at the hotel, or offers to Steven who owns the bakery, fruit that feeds his community. He shears his sheep, gives their wool to Betty and Ines to make clothes with. Sat out here, on the fringes of town, with more land and space than he knows what to do with, an empty house no longer filled with his daughters, this place gives him a reason to get up each morning. They all need him in some small way.
Once he’s finished with his morning chores - feeding the sheep, plucking the ripe peaches from his trees into crates, fixing up some of the fences that a few of the more boisterous sheep had knocked over and serviced the small tractor in the barn - he jumps back in his truck, the warm Austin sun, blazing at midday, licking at his skin, bringing sweat beading across his body, and goes back to the house. He’s just stepping out of the truck, rubbing his dirty hands with a rag from his back pocket, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck, when he notices a car pulling in to the bottom of his driveway, driving slowly up to come to a stop at the front porch of his house.
As he rounds his truck, he can see that the car is nicer than anything he’s ever seen in town. Sleek black, clean as a whistle, windows dark so he can’t see into them. It sits idling on his driveway until he climbs the steps at the back of the house, rounds the porch and stands at the top of the steps, leaning against the side of the stairs, fingers looped in one of his belt loops.
The front passenger door opens and bulking man gets out, sunglasses over his eyes, black t-shirt and jeans and a bald head. He nods at Joel, one of those classic nods that men understand when they give each other, then he opens the back door wide. Joel sees one leg step out of the car, then another, long, loose-fitting white trousers, then the rest of the body comes into view. He can’t quite believe it when he realises the person standing in front of him, pushing her sunglasses onto her head so she can look right at him, is the same person from the front page of the newspaper. The People’s Princess herself.
“Joel Miller?” She asks, voice sweet, lilting, as she holds out her hand for him to shake when she’s stood close enough to him.
He looks down at her hand - perfectly manicured, soft, by the looks of things, never seen a day of work in their lives - then looks at his, bigger, covered in filth, hard and calloused, definitely not the kind of hand she wants to be shaking. He thinks this must be muscle memory for her, the only work she knows how to do is hold out her hand and talk nice to people.
“I gotta bow or somethin’?’
She smirks at him, drops her hand, “I don’t think that’s necessary these days.”
“Can I help you?”
“Well,” She starts, voice sweet and peppy enough to start to annoy him, “I’ve been eating these peaches since I got here, the sweetest, juiciest I’ve ever eaten, and we’ve run out,” She brings a foot up to rest on the bottom step, Joel immediately stepping forward to stop her coming any closer into his bubble, “And I’ve been told you grow them, is that right?”
“That’s right.”
“Well,” She tilts her head, “Might I buy some more?”
“How many d’ya want?”
“A crate, please, if you have enough to spare.”
Joel spins on his feet, takes heavy footsteps back around the house to his truck, picks up the crate of peaches he just picked, the one with the most fruit in it and makes his way back to the front of the house where the Princess is still waiting.
He offers her the crate, holding it out in his hands. He watches as she turns to the man who opened her door for her, nods her head towards the crate, watches as he takes it from Joel. She stands up on her tiptoes as the crate passes her, plucks one of the peaches from the top.
She looks at Joel, right in his eyes as she bites into the fruit, obscene slurping sound in the air as she sucks the juice into her mouth, bringing a finger up to catch the drops that fall onto her chin, making sure she doesn’t drip it onto her pristine white suit.
“How do you grow them to be so perfect?” She asks, taking another bite from her peach, teeth dragging through the delicate skin.
“Plenty of sun,” Joel shrugs, “Good soil.”
She hums, nods her head in agreement, “Well, thank you for these,” She turns back to the man who has just put the crate in the boot of the car, nodding at him, “I’m sure I’ll be back for more.”
The man offers Joel some money, enough for at least three crates of peaches, but he finds he doesn’t argue, takes it like he did the first lot, slips it into his back pocket. He doesn’t wait for the car to leave, just turns on his heel, heads into his home, praying that her promise to come back was an empty one - if there’s one thing that Joel needs less than a hole in the head right now, it’s a hoity Princess sniffing around.
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Tangerine headcanons/ imagines
tangerine x female reader
tw: none! just cute stuff that makes us sad
okay so I love analysing people and ive been in love with him since march/april, so this was a piece of cake- also im obsessive and lonely so was super easy lmfao
these are just things that I think (kinda self indulgent) but if you disagree that’s fine too
princess treatment- he’d treat you like royalty
huge softie at heart
love language wise:
physical touch- I feel like he’s quite handsy, he always has to be touching some part of you
acts of service- he’d always be willing to help you, does things for you. makes you snacks and drinks throughout the day- like if you’re busy, he’d pop in and give you a tray of stuff you may need
quality time- he’d value the time you spent together, even if you weren’t doing an activity together (both in the same space, doing your own things) he’d designate certain days for just you
gift giving- he’d spoil you like crazy, he’d remember certain little things about you and get you a thoughtful gift based off that (like if you mentioned something you wanted to try for just one second midway in a conversation you had months ago, he’d remember it)
words of affirmation- he’d call you tonnes of pet names, I feel like he’d say ‘my’ in front of it to make it more special. he’d tell you he loves you, how special you are and how much he adores you etc
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hates everyone but you vibes- he’s standoffish to everyone, but when it comes to you he’s the complete opposite; he speaks very soft and kind towards you
he treats you like the most valuable thing on earth
very patient with you
protector x protected energy- he just always wants you safe
nose and forehead kisses
lots of thumb stroking on your cheeks
lots of intense eye contact- he admires your eyes
feel like he’s a hip and thigh kinda man
I feel like you’d be very close to Lemon, and sometimes it’ll wind him up. Lemon would tell you embarrassing stories about Tan- you’d love it while he’d hate it
I get ride or die vibes- kinda like romeo and juliet, just minus all the death
he secretly loves your chick flicks, he pretends he hates them but watches them with you every time
he also pretends he hates when you call him sweet things but he definitely looks away to smile
he’s very slow to warm up, takes a bit of time to crack him open. on the outside he’s a doberman but on inside he’s like a ragdoll
gets a bit possessive, not in a scary way- but I do think that sometimes it could be
feel like he’s the kind that will literally worship you
you clean his cuts and wounds after missions
he runs warm but you run quite cold, so he’s always trying to warm you up
I feel like you’re the first person he’s actually loved romantically
drinks black coffee and ofc tea
definitely a whisky drinker, he loves a good whisky by the fire
I feel like he’s very clean, likes to keep everything organised. maybe a bit of a perfectionist
always smells good
very romantic and extremely charismatic- a natural charmer. funny and lots of inside jokes
he’s a great caretaker- looks after you really well. if you’re ill he’d be with you at all times, not caring if he got sick too. and when it’s your time of the month he’d get you hot water bottles and you’d get lots of back rubs etc
he loves it when you use your fingers to trace over his tattoos, same goes for his chest hair too
also loves when your stroke through his hair
he gets really irritated in hot temperatures- and starts swearing a lot more
I feel like he’s kind of set in his ways about things/ he knows what he likes, and that you help open his mind about trying and doing new things. you help keep things fresh and exciting
some reason I feel like you’d have daddy issues idk why, (sorry if you do, also sorry if you don’t lmao)
he might follow you like a lost puppy, he’d literally do anything you say
you’d be best friends as well as a couple
he’s very reliable and would drop anything for you
if you needed to rant or vent, he’d be there lending you his ear. he’d be an incredible listener
very attentive
feel like he’s a fast driver, but never when you’re in the car
if someone flirts with you or someone was mean to you at work he’d say “where are they? I will fuckin kill em”
private but not secret relationship
definitely a homebody
whenever he goes past the florists or to the shop, he’d always bring some flowers back for you (more often than not- it’ll your favourite type of flower)
leaves you sweet notes around the house
that’s it for now, hope you liked
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Hi, here Cottage Life Anon :3 I like this name a lot, but sadly I didn't find a cute Cottage emoji, so here the chosen one: 🦋
Being 🦋 Anon while been know for talking about a timetravel fic and the whole timeline mess it's involve is actually quite funny 😂
Happy to be one of your partners in crime, it's seems this timeline OT3 ending have beautiful days before it !
I'm pretty sure Dawny would be offered a job at RSA as a sword teacher. And he would also took care of a kind of fencing club in NRC :3 (Man wants to bring money at home- He was a houseman back in the time because Silver was a baby and the situation between him and the fae was still not so good so now he wants to be more active after his sleep 🥹)
I crave for Y/n schoolmate reaction 😭 The Adeuce duo + Grim are the most incredible. But everyone is priceless. "The F- Silver is your child ? He's older than you !" (In a scenario where Y/n be back at her regular age as a first year when returning in the present-)
Perhaps Lilia hid the whole truth to Silver. Like, if he was awake before the Knight, perhaps he thought it was an accident. And if Meleanor and Levan don't success to put the child back to sleep, it can add fuel to the idea. Lilia could be scared that Silver would never met his mother and other father because of a magic problem. The rest of the event would be similar to the original timeline.
Actually, timetravel and changing timeline is a trope that have many different concept, views and solution. But I kinda like the idea of a timeline "arranging/reguling itself" so the flows of event do not become too much aberrant after some big change (and it's actually a pretty simple way to avoid time paradox- 🫥). It can also explain Y/n returning. Because honestly, I think no one would willingly go back to the present (in another world-) after having a kid and living in a cute Cottage with 2 handsome and perfect husbands-
Plus Teen Silver play a essential role in original timeline. Because without him, no dream, no saving, Y/n in Malleus dream forever, no timetravel after that, no story- And I need him to meet Sebek and Malleus because sad croco boi need his training brother figure and big lonely prince need to save baby from Lilia's cooking. Meleanor and Levan have their limits-
(How that in a time where Malleus parents are alive because of the changing timeline there is no reason to explain any reguling of it because it's nonsense ? But- My Diasomnia family fluff- 🥹)
I actually have a little thing started in a text document for this OT3 🫡 I run free for it-
Thank you for initiated this OT3 😭
(References: Fanfic, Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3, Ask 4, Ask 5, Ask 6)
Hello 🦋 Anonie,
Wonderful choice of emoji 🦋 Anonie! I love this emoji and like you said, there is irony in using such a symbol. Namely the OT3, Time travel, and the butterfly effect 👏☺️😂 Let's go my partner in crime 💚🙌
Yes, considering all the pain and suffering the original canon timeline went. I wanted this OT3 timeline to have a happy ending for them. 💚🥰 There will still be struggles of course, but in the end, I want them to have a wonderful ending.
Dawny being more active and wanting to bring financial stability to his family is so sweet. I can see him become a teacher at RSA and mentor the students there and NRC. He doesn't want to anyone to feel left out so he sets up a club at NRC. Lilia would mention how he has more than enough money for their family, but of course, Dawny does not want to just let Lilia handle everything. And really, how can anyone say no to those determined looking eyes?
This will allow him to not only have a reason to visit both schools, but he can also spend time with his son and his classmates. I can see Silver and Sebek popping in occasionally to train with Dawny. After all, learning from two powerful warriors can only help them in the future as knights for Malleus. I can also see them being Dawny's training partner for the other students who want to learn and observe as well.
Then you also have Lilia and Dawny, I can imagine they would both have practice fights to show off to the students. YN warned them not to get hurt and not to destroy anything during their spar.
Currently timeline shenanigans with YN's schoolmates is what I love, especially for the first years. Jack is extra alert because you're a mom...or well, mom figure? And as a wolf, they take pride in protecting maternal figures. But he is also so confused because how does he treat you? You are still in his same year and age.
Then you have Epel, I can see him switch from Miss to Mrs. to Ma'am and just get frustrated. 🤣 Sebek is going through all the emotions. You’re a human who is very well loved, wife of Lord Lilia but also somehow Silver's mother and the wife of the Knight of Dawn, someone help this boy. He starts treating you with great respect, but you have to stop him and compromise with him. At school and other places, he can just treat you normally. If he's comfortable, he can be respectful back in Briar Valley. After all, you're friends with Sebek and you want it to stay that way and you dont want that to change because of some status he thinks you have now.
The "Silver is older than you" comment has me laughing.
Here are some other Twst character interactions I can think of once they found out.
Leona: Now calls you 'Lady or Princess" with that smirk on his face, trying to irritate you.
Kalim: finds this whole situation interesting. He doesn't fully understand it but as long as everyone is happy he's happy.
Jamil is now worried because he now has to worry about more people not to offend...and then he remembers what he did to you in book 4 and watch him hide in his hoodie.
Rook: loves the chaos and all the emotions around him. I can see him want to spar with both Dawny and Lilia.
Idia: is wondering how some of his favorite tropes in anime/games became real. He is also slowly trying to disappear because too many beautiful people and he doesn't want the attention.
Ortho: Well, he's having fun calculating the likelihood of this entire situation happening. In short, wow YN, you really beat the odds in everything you do.
I can imagine the pain and suffering Lilia went through to hide the truth from Silver. He loves Silver and is happy to raise him as his son, after all Silver is his son, but it hurts him that you and Dawny couldn't be there to see how your three's special boy grew up. YN and Dawny would have to step in not to only assuage this guilt and comfort him, but to do the same with Silver.
Silver would definitely need to be sat down and talk to about all this, about how loved he is and how you three are happy to see him happy and healthy.
Exactly! Who wants to return to their normal life after having such a precious family? Especially who wants to be annoyed by the headmaster constantly? So this is a win-win on all situations.
Thinking about the original timeline and how while it is the same, it is still different for all the good ways. Sebek has his best friend, Malleus got to help raise Silver and have his parents, and Silver gets extra family members who love him.
Meleanor: The spoiling aunt who will dress up her child and Silver (and later Sebek) in cute clothes, will kidnap him whenever Lilia isn't looking or Malleus tries to hide Silver from Lilia's cooking.
Levan: Who can also teach Silver and Sebek history and tactics. He can tell them stories and calm down his wife when she gets hyper.
For Diasomnia Family fluff, we can forgive and change anything to our needs 🦋 anonie 🙌
Ahhhhh I'm so happy to hear that 🦋 anonie!!! That brings me a lot of joy, that you loved this idea I had so much, that you started writing too 🥰🥹 It brings me happiness that I can inspire others to create. You have no idea. Please, if you end up finishing it, please share it with me. If you post it here on Tumblr, please tag me or send me a link if you are comfortable. Or you can always use the ask box too to share. I would love to read it 😭🥹💚
You're very welcome! This OT3 has become a comfort for me, and I am so happy to see others interested and loving it too. I love that people are joining the love for it. It brings me so much happiness, especially since it has such a close place in my heart.
Thank you as always fro sending this in 🦋anonie.
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THE TEASING TEACHER . . .
his favorite student is graduating, so nothing can stop him.
⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (32) x f!reader (21)
✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — college!au, age gap, pet names, forbidden relationship, choking, dacryphilia, jealous, biting, orgasm denial, praise, creampie, size kink, sound restraint, unprotected sex, strong language.
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Gojo, your college teacher which never really felt like a true professor, he was quite older than you and yet his looks said otherwise, you admired him, knowing him for just a little more than three years, he’d always pester you with jokes and give you tons of assignments.
Some things definitely changed as time went by and you could feel an odd air between the two of you, he’d ask more of you, laugh more near you, annoy you more, assist you intensely, surely something he did not do with the others. He surely had an arrogant personality, which did bother you from time to time, but it was his charm to be that goofy man dressed in such an attractive way, grasping the looks from whoever felt like giving him some proud attention, except for those surviving beside him — you included — since all were used to it. There was suddenly a day, in the week of your graduation, that you were called in to his office, lightly shaking in nervousness, wondering what could it be.
“Close it.” His voice echoed after you had knocked and entered the room, seeing him leaning on the wood table with arms crossed.
“You called, Mr. Gojo?”
“Yes, dear,” that damn nickname made you gulp hard. “you can come near, you know I don’t bite.” Staring at you with his permanently worn round black sunglasses, black long sleeve shirt that could drive anyone insane, doing as he ordered, noticing even more your height difference.
“Is there something I can do f—
“You’re graduating soon,” you kept shut, reminding yourself that his words were never to be interrupted. “I can’t seem to grasp that thought on my mind.”
“What do you mean, sir?” He stared at you, sighing after hearing that specific last word come out of your mouth.
“I don’t want you to graduate, or else I’ll be lonely.” That was unexpected, you were wordless.
“It’ll be sad to leave too, sensei.” His chest had risen once again, taking a deep breath.
“You like teasing me, don’tcha?” Your cheeks flushed, you knew he was flirty but not this much.
“Sorry, I don’t understand a thing, plus… are you insinuating that I’ll be repeating a year?”
“That does sound nice, doesn’t it? I could see you every day for another year.” Once more, you flushed.
“Is it appropriate for you to be saying such things, sensei?”
“No one’s listening.” His tone changed, it was shivering, you certainly were closer than you had acknowledged. In the silence, he threw his head back, letting you admire his well-defined neck and jaw, hearing as well a groan. “You sure are tempting.”
“Sens—
“Gosh, you know how to drive me insane, Y/N.” Once again he interrupted, staring right back at you with such intensity. “I wanna touch you.”
Speechless.
“Sensei, are you alright? You’re joking, right?” You saw him lean closer to you, feeling his breath on your cheeks.
“Not in the slightest, let me touch you.” You didn’t respond, your lips parting slightly, breathing heavily and leaving low groans of confusion. “Answer me.”
“Okay.” You murmured, so embarrassed you could cry, having his large fingers intervene with the strands of your hair, feeling them with the tips of those fingers, running through the root to ends.
“Your smell, your hair… your eyes.” He emphasized lowly, his voice enchanting you. Faces close by inches, the space only getting smaller until he then finally attached those soft velvety lips against yours in a sweet manner, pulling away with a peck noise, taking you by surprise, as you covered your mouth with your forearm unconsciously.
“Sensei, I… shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”
“If I give you permission then that won’t be a problem, will it?” You hummed in disagreement, not knowing what else could you say to this man, seeing him take off those glasses and rest them on the table. “Good, then sit here.” Before you could process the situation, you were found sat on top of his lap, on the leathery chair he was always found at. He could feel your heartbeat, not the one on your chest, he could feel your embarrassment, your fear, your arousal, your needy thoughts.
“Sensei.” You whispered unconsciously, not knowing what else you could say, having your legs bent to fit on the seat, to wrap around his legs and waist perfectly, having your smooth thighs held by his palms.
You were lucky, lucky to have been wearing a skirt that day, yet you were miserable, miserable to be wearing nothing but a white underwear underneath it, meaning your undeniable wetness had drawn a circle on the fabric of his pants. His face was inches apart and you could feel his intense gaze over you, his hands roaming every single curve and squeezing soft parts of your skin until reaching your lower waist, your hips, holding them still, pressing downwards, feeling his bulge growing and perfectly shaping under you, making you imagine how red your cheeks must have been, which was unusual, no man has ever made you feel this way, but you knew Gojo wasn’t just an ordinary man. His lips then pressed against your warm neck, leaving long pecks just to give an unexpected bite, a moaned gasp leaving your lips, your hips accidentally moving forward, back arching slightly and gripping onto his black sleeves.
“Dirty girl.” He murmured again.
“S-Sensei, people are going to see my, my neck.”
“Don’care.” Gojo mumbled, taking your skin into his mouth, your head slight up, eyes squinted and lips quivering in order to attempt quietness. You were growing impatient, having to deal with him marking territory, playing with you, taking his time with you and you couldn’t do anything but let him have his way, even though you enjoyed it immensely.
“U’re mine, get it, darling?” The man’s left hand cupped the side of your neck, hypnotizing you with those well-chosen words. All you could do was hum back. “Good.” You felt his hand sneak under you, lead by an unzipping noise, all while he had your neck as a biting toy.
“Wanna feel your pussy so bad.” He knew how to mess with your heart.
“S-Sensei, you’re being s-so inappropriate.” You shyly muttered.
“Want me to stop, honey? I doubt that’s the case, I know how much you like to hear me say that.” He was indeed correct, you loved it, the attention, the passion and he loved hearing you call him that way. Your hips leisurely and unnoticeable moved in a back and forth movement, having your clit ache for friction yet nothing happened. His hand held now the back of your head, pulling it slightly back, allowing more kisses on the flesh, his other unoccupied hand fondled your ass, gripping with will.
“I can’t wait any longer, can I fuck you already?” Gojo shamelessly asked, having to stare at you with a distressed expression, humming was all you could do, there was nothing in your mind that could make you think of what to reply. It was quick, you could finally feel his cock spring out of those boxers and touch your sensitive nub, it wasn’t fair that he was exactly like you had imagined, if not a bit bigger, your entire body getting to a reddish tone.
“Want me to fill you up real good?” He bit his lip, smirking, teasing you, it was over your limit, he was shameless, worthless, he was a whore, and you loved it, so much, it made you think of yourself as a perverted person.
“That’s not…”
“Stop looking for excuses,” You gripped onto the fabric over his chest. “as much as I want to hear your pretty voice, I’ll have to ask you to keep it down, can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His hands had easily pulled your shirt up, letting your torso exposed to him as you nodded carefully and hesitant. “Hold this with your mouth for me.” The white fabric of your own clothing was in between your teeth, just like he ordered, letting his hands grope onto your perfect amount of chubbiness by the sides of your pelvis. He aligned himself with you, as your panties were to the side, he had to be careful, or else he’d slide inside of you with just a simple move, because of how wet you were.
Finally, it was devastating, in such a good way, it was as if you were being destroyed by such amazing feeling, it was consuming you, possessing you entirely already, having your head and back thrown back, he wasn’t even halfway in, thrusting the tip so harshly and the rest of the length leisurely, provoking, punishing, making you miserable while he chuckled lowly, watching you get desperate. He surely had to keep composure, but little did you know that he was as miserable as you were, dirty thoughts all over his mind, wondering what he’d be doing with you next, how he’d make you come undone to him, how he’d make you his forever, he’s been longing for this for so long.
“Your little cunt is just so tight, and yet you’re so wet.” Your knuckles turned white, having his abundant girth finally enter you all the way in, letting out a relieved breath but he didn’t give you much time to adjust, thrusting inside you harshly, only once, resulting in your entire body moving along his, those strong hips of his lifting you from the chair so effortlessly, like you were a feather, a doll, his doll.
“S-Sensei, sensei.” You whispered those sweet words to him again and again, feeding his ego, such melody to his ears.
Pounding into you so eagerly, your cheeks slightly filled with air, trying your best to keep quiet, back arching tensely, you seemed like a bunny hopping repeatedly on his cock, you weren’t doing anything, he did it all for you, letting you enjoy as much as you could. His manspreading position was such a turn on, his lower back sliding down the chair with you on that lap, trying to sit straight, Gojo’s back was not then touching the leather behind him, looking for more support. Low whimpering slipping out of your lips, moaning so purely and dirty at the same time, his cock filling you up so good it fit almost perfectly, it rammed inside actually, but he’d make his way into you, shaping you into perfection, into his.
“So cute,” He praised, wondering how your cheeks could warm even more. “so fucking cute, so pretty, fuck.” Your walls suffocated him at each thrust, making it harder for the man to breath, trying so hard to look calm, groaning low whining from time to time.
You looked close to devastation.
“Can’t believe I wasn’t the only one to, to see you like this.” Your eyes staring back at his blue ones, slightly furrowed eyebrows was what you could see on his face, as well as parted lips, soft and glistening lips. So suddenly you had felt his large hand wrap around your neck, choking you not softly yet not harshly, warming you up while he slowed down his thrusts. “Wonder how many guys fucked you already, such a pretty girl, I fucking hate it.”
His voice lowered, intimidating, arousing, deadly.
“How I wish I could have fucked your little virgin pussy. I’ll fuck you so hard it’ll, it’ll feel like your first time.” Again, unexpectedly his hand grabbed your slightly chubby cheeks. “I’ll ruin you, baby.” It was terrifyingly thrilling, even though those words should make you feel scared, you loved it, you felt safe, you wanted more.
“No, sensei, sensei.” Yet you denied to yourself, having the man kiss your neck and shoulders like before, with even more hunger, biting the area near your clavicles. Tears forming on your eyes from being so close to the edge, one of his thumbs making it even more challenging to hold it all in by circling your sensitive and aching clit so gently. He chuckled at your struggle.
“Gonna cum already?”
“No, not at all.” You whined, closing your mouth shut, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his shirt with eyes shut.
“So I can be harsher with you then?” Such a brusque thrust, such a pretty humming whiny moan came out of you, it melted his heart. “Fuck.” Your toes curled, your legs shivered and tried squishing together, your heart beat fastened quickly, your head buried on his neck, your crying.
“What about now? Wanna, wanna cum, sweetheart?”
“Hm, hmy-yeah, yeah.” You finally became fully submissive to him, knowing you were drunk out of pleasure, not thinking straight, his thrusts became sloppy for a bit. “G-Gojo.” You moaned out unconsciously, having his heart skip a beat and a lovely pound find your sweet spot which led you to immediately go crazy.
It was pure pleasure. It was lustful. It was dirty. It was sacred.
Your entire body squirmed and legs shook, you hugged his large figure, whining muffling and failing as seconds went by.
“Fuck, fuck darling.” Were the last words you heard before you blacked out for a long second, noticing such comforting warmth filling you up real good, as if it never ended. You effortlessly sat straight, staring at him again, seeing such a beautiful man that had hearts in his eyes. Both breathing heavily, lungs collapsing. He lifted your trembling waist, longing for the presence of his cock inside you as cum literally emptied out of you, mixing with your own love juices, dripping from your destroyed cunt to your legs and dirtying his chair and pants but it was worth it, after all he couldn’t look away.
“You look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”
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DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-
Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-
All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-
“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath.
“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul.
Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him.
Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs
Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭
And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌
But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵💫 😵💫
Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀
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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...
An Encounter in Winter ❄️
Loki and female reader
Chapter 15
Chapter 14
18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/ fluff/angst/smut
Warnings: implied smut, some sweet soft smut, doubt and self-doubt, some answers and new questions
"Are you sure you don't know that person, Snowflake?"
"Yeah, I couldn't even figure out if it's a man or a woman… I'm just glad the girl is back in her dad's or mum's arms," and you watched them leaving the park.
"Snowflake, I'm truly concerned…what if someone tries to harm you?"
"Lo, why should someone want that?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"Please, stop dramatizing it, Lo. Maybe that person thought they knew me and just wanted to find out if it was like this or not. And I stick to "not". I'm sure it was just a case of mistaken identity. Let's go back to the hotel, Lo. I'd like to spend a cosy last evening with you."
You wrapped your arm around his waist, buried your hand in the back pocket of his stone-grey tight-fitting jeans and Loki slung his arm around your shoulder. He loved that you wore your sleeveless flower dress today so his fingers could touch and caress your bare skin. Loki took a deep breath and looked sceptically at you. He wasn't sure what to think about this whole situation. He didn't want this wonderful free time and these holidays to end but now he just wanted to bring you back home safely. Tomorrow you two would be on your flight back home to New York and somehow he was glad about it.
"You've been so sweet with the little girl. It seemed she liked you."
"If you say so… and yes, she was a cutie, and she seemed curious and… impressed?"
"She definitely liked the fireworks you had conjured for her, Lo …I liked them too," you said softly.
"Mmhhhh, I can conjure other fireworks for you, my love," he purred like an amorous tomcat and nudged his nose against your cheek.
"I'd love that, baby," you giggled.
"If we ever decide to have children, I just want to have them with you, Lo. You'll definitely be a good dad."
You turned your head towards him and his soft gaze met yours.
"Do you still think that? You can't know that. Maybe I won't be a good dad," he answered with sad eyes.
"Do you think I'd be a good mum?" you asked him demandingly.
"You'll be the best mum in the nine realms and you…what?"
You couldn't stop chuckling.
"How can you know that Lo baby?" you questioned him, a big grin on your face.
"Okay, okay, I'm already quiet but… sometimes my insecurities make an appearance again. Sorry, my love."
"Don't be, Lo. You have me now to make them disappear again," and you pecked a gentle kiss on his cheek, a shy smile curving his mouth.
It seems you were a better magician than him because you always did the right things for him and made him immediately feel better again.
"That little girl reminds me of my sister."
"How come and why?" He asked you bewildered.
"When we were children and out on the playground or a little trip she tended to run away to more exciting places. She…didn't really run away, I always knew where she was. For us, it was fun and just a game but for our mother, it had been a catastrophe… every single time," you laughed.
"You had been very naughty girls, you and your sister. Scaring your mum to death was not nice, Snowflake," he stated with a teasing undertone.
"Says the god of mischief," you teased him back playfully, " and…Had been? I'm still naughty, Sir…but nowadays only for you," you said chirping and with your hand, you gave his ass cheek a firm squeeze.
"And I appreciate it, my Lady," he hummed in response and kissed your lips promisingly.
Once back in the hotel he would want you underneath him as soon as possible and fuck the naughtiness out of you. Would his addiction to you ever get less? Hopefully not …and he felt how your heartbeat quickened in sheer anticipation.
"When we're back home, we will try to find your sister, okay? I haven't forgotten the promise I gave you. You still miss her, don't you?"
"Sure, I do." you said thoughtfully. "I hope we find her, Lo."
"We will, I'm sure, my love," and he kissed you tenderly.
"Please don't you ever run away again! I was scared, honeybee. You must stay with me, I can't lose my baby!"
"I didn't run away, I wanted to see the fairies and…and…I needed to see if they live between the yellow rose petals," the little girl tried to explain her excursion.
"There are no fairies, my little honeybee and you can't run away from the playground without coming to me first and telling me that you want to go somewhere else, okay?"
"I'm sorry…I'll never do it again, I promise," she said quietly and her voice was full of guilt.
"It's alright, honeybee I'm just glad that nothing happened to you and that I have you back… did you talk to the woman? And what about the man who knelt in front of you? I saw it from afar when I was looking for you."
"I didn't talk to them, I know I mustn't talk to strangers. The woman was nice and soooo pretty, her name was y/n and the man was a wizard!"
"Honeybee, there are no wizards…"
"He.Was.A.Wizard! And his name was…was…his name was Loki," she pouted and crossed her small arms.
"I've told you too many fairy tales, I guess."
"He was a wizard and sooo nice to me. He made funny lights and sparkles in his palm… the pink ones I liked the most!"
"Oh, honeybee you have way too much imagination. What was the woman's name again?"
"Her name was Y/n."
"Uh hm …come, let's hit home, honeybee."
"Can I have pancakes for dinner?"
"Of course, honeybee, we make pancakes for dinner."
"Yes yes, pancakes," she cheered, clapping her hands. "And he was a wizard," she whispered to herself.
When you were back at the hotel you two got quickly rid of your clothes. Loki carried you to the bed, never loosening his grip around your waist and giving you demanding kisses. He laid you down into the cushions with him on top of you, your hands roaming over the toned muscles of his back. You felt his veiny pulsating cock sliding into your dripping wet cunt and you enjoyed his weight on you and the feeling of his soft skin on yours. Loki gave you slow and deep strokes and held your hand the whole time. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and you told him again and again how much you loved him.
He made the sweetest, deepest love to you and it didn't take you long to cum around his throbbing length. Loki insisted on making you orgasm one more time before he wanted to find his release in the velvety warmth of your cunt which convulsed about his cock. When his passion overtook him he spent his seed deep inside you, with a low moan until you were dripping. As much as he loved rough sex, the slow lovemaking made him always feel safe and content. And this time he felt so close to you.
Tonight his incredible tenderness and how he looked into your eyes while making sweet love to you, made you cry. He kissed your tears away and after many more love confessions, you took a shower together and had a last dinner at the hotel's restaurant. Later, when you both went to bed again, you snuggled into him and before you fell asleep in each other's arms, you made a decision. Never before have you been more convinced.
Back in New York, day-to-day life had you two in its claws again, sooner than you had expected. Bruce and you had so much work to do in the lab, intensive biological and theoretical studies and tons of paperwork. In this case, it means all of your research results had to be fed to the computer files and systems. Loki and the other Avengers had to go on new missions, shorter ones and longer ones and Loki's and your wonderful holiday slowly faded into a beautiful memory.
One afternoon, when the Avengers were on a new mission again, you took a break from work to have a cup of tea and met Jane in the compound's kitchen. You two have become friends since she lived here too. Things between her and Thor have become more serious and so she decided to move in with Thor. The fact that Jane and you got along with each other well was also a blessing for Loki and Thor. The two brothers were closer together than ever before and both appreciated it.
You hadn't had much time talking to each other since you and Loki had returned from the holidays so you were happy to meet her now and have a little chit-chat with her. You also had a feeling there was some news she wanted to tell you because a few days ago you had spotted a ring on her left hand.
"Hey, Jane, so good to see you!"
"Hey, y/n, it feels like it has been ages since we last met, right?"
"Yeah, I've been so busy since we returned. I'm already stressed again," you laughed and you two hugged each other.
"How are you doing?" you asked her, pouring some tea in a mug. "Fancy a cuppa?"
"Oh, yes please. I don't feel well today."
"Why? What happened, dear?"
"I miss Thor," she answered sadly.
"Oh, yes I understand … I miss Loki terribly."
"I have gotta feeling that something has happened to them…"
For a short moment, you leaned back at the kitchen counter, closed your eyes, and listened to your heartbeat. It was strong, steady, and calm. And there was something like a second voice or a bass line in a choir; strong, steady, and calm…Loki's heartbeat. You opened your eyes again and smiled at her. With teary eyes, Jane looked quizzically at you.
"They're alright Jane, Thor is fine, " you told her calmly.
"How do you know that?"
"I can feel it," you explained.
"You can feel it? What can you feel? I mean, … how?"
"I'm bonded with Loki and somehow I…I just can feel it when I listen to my heart. It's just there."
"Wow, that's awesome. Are you… are you already immortal like him and like Thor?"
"No. Are you?"
"No, neither. I'm still unsure…"
"But…you're engaged already, aren't you?" and you smiled brightly at her and pointed to the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. It was a wonderful brightly shining ruby and diamond ring. "Congratulations!"
"Ohhh, yesss…thank you. We're very happy."
"And I'm happy for you two, dear! I hope it was a romantic day when Thor proposed to you."
"Very romantic, as romantic as Thor can be but yes, he was cute and extremely nervous. The ring fell on the floor twice before he placed it on my finger. He was so afraid I could refuse him," Jane said and giggled with reddened cheeks.
"What about you and Loki? When did he propose to you in Norway? Ohh it must've been so romantic …"
"He didn't propose to me, neither in Norway nor in London," you said quietly and looked at her with questioningly raised eyebrows.
"Oh, aahhmm it's just… Thor meant…"
"What did Thor mean?"
"Oh..nothing, sweetie, nothing. Forget it, forget my question. I'm sorry…"
With a frowning forehead, you questioned yourself if there was something she knew and you didn't. Did Loki want to propose to you in Norway and if so, why didn't he do it? Everything seemed fine during the vacation and you were convinced that you had done nothing wrong. You wouldn't get an answer right now. It seemed you just had to wait until Loki came back. And a proposal or not, nothing could change your deep love for him. Maybe you were a bit disappointed right now but you still loved your pretty alien King.
Jane was slightly irritated and maybe she should've kept her big mouth shut but she clearly remembered what Thor had told her. He recited what Loki said to him before you and Loki headed to Norway:
'This gorgeous woman, who owns my heart, deserves a very special marriage proposal and a wonderful wedding.'
Maybe they shouldn't have assumed Loki would ask you in Norway to marry him. But it seemed to be the perfect place to do it.
"I'm really sorry, y/n. I should've kept my mouth shut."
"Don't worry, Jane. Everything is fine," and you smiled reassuringly at her.
"Did you ever think about eating Idun's apple, y/n?"
"No, never because this is not my path to get the same kind of immortality as Loki."
"It's not?"
"No. As you know Loki isn't Asgardian by birth so I have to do it the Jotun way."
"And… What is the Jotun way?" she asked curiously.
"We're already bonded and we're already one body, one soul and one heartbeat. The last step is to become one blood."
"Wow. Are you afraid of doing it? I mean, it's such a big step, a life-changing decision."
"I'm not afraid of it, I just thought about if there would be something I had to abandon because of my then prolonged life span… but I don't have a family anymore, I just have Loki and my love for him is endless… and then finally it was an easy decision to make."
"Yeah, that makes sense, I've the same thoughts as you… we would have each other then, you and I gossiping forever and ever," she said and you two laughed in unison.
"Wouldn't that be great?" You asked her.
"Absolutely fantastic!" Jane agreed with you.
"Just take your time, Jane. Speak with Thor about it again…and everything will be fine."
After some more chit-chat and exchanging some more of the newest gossip, you returned to the lab. The day's work still wasn't done yet.
A few days later you had the opportunity to take the afternoon off. First of all, you strolled through the park and after that you sat on your and Loki's bench for a while, watching the people and the scenery. It was late summer already and the beginning of autumn was near. Some leaves of the trees were already slowly changing their colours and you looked forward to cosy autumn afternoons. You would sit together with your lover in front of the crackling fireplace and hold each other's hands or you would sit on the sofa, snuggled up into each other under his fluffy black blanket, you and Loki preferably naked, while drinking hot chocolate.
Loki, the love of your life, owner of your heart. You sighed heavily while you thought of him and felt how much you loved and missed him right now. Soon he would be back from the mission and you could hardly wait for him to take you in his strong arms again. You missed his kisses and touches, his scent, his voice, you missed talking to him and cuddling him and of course, you missed the feeling of him buried deep inside of you and his soft skin on yours, his moans and sighs when you caressed him and scratched his scalp, twirling the curls of his black mane around your fingers.
You craved endlessly for him, it almost caused physical pain. You were sad and a bit disappointed when Pepper told you yesterday that she got a message from the team that they would need two more days because of a special mission they were asked to take care of before they could return to New York. You knew that something like this could happen at any time but still, you just wanted Loki to come back to you as soon as possible.
And Loki knew how much you missed him because he missed you terribly as well. He had problems falling asleep without you in his arms. He missed the warmth of your beautiful body, your soft skin on his. He missed spooning you the whole night and the deep and funny conversations you often have before falling asleep. He missed your gaze at him, your plump lips on his, your hands buried in his hair, tugging lovingly at it. He craved you desperately and he wanted nothing more than to return to you as soon as possible. But this special mission was extremely important and he truly pitied that he had to make you wait for him for two more days.
He had recorded a voice mail for you and Pepper had sent it to your phone. You inserted your earphones and listened to his message for the umpteenth time now but his deep smooth and calming voice eased your desperate wait for him.
"Hello, my love, my pretty Snowflake, my precious Queen. Do you miss me? When this message reaches you, you are probably asleep by now. I can tell you, it's not easy for me to fall asleep without you in my arms and I can't wait for the day when you sling your arms around me again. To have you not by my side is torture…and you've no idea what naughty things I'll do to you when I'm back… can't tell you more right now, too many curious listeners around me and what I want to tell you is destined for your ears only. I miss you, darling, I miss you terribly and I can't wait to see your face and your beautiful smile again. Think of me, my love, never forget to stroll daily through the park and sit on our bench. Think of me then, dream of me like I dream of you. Don't forget me, my love, and promise me that you eat and drink properly every day! And trust me I'll recognise it if you don't! Take good care of yourself my sweet darling and wait for me. I'm back soon, I promise. I love you, Snowflake."
A smile curved your lips and you pressed your phone to your chest. He had no idea how much his message comforted you. Before you headed back to Stark Tower you visited your favourite bookstore. You haven't been there for a long time now and today you wanted to have a look at some newly published novels and crime stories. You also wanted to buy a small gift for Loki, maybe a book about myths and legends in ancient times. You weren't sure but you would find something for him. Also, you felt the need to talk to him as soon as possible.
After the conversation with Jane, you had been absolutely sure about your final decision. You wanted to be his blood, you wanted eternity together with him. You wanted to ask him to bring you to Jotunheim so you could have the ritual and after that, you would be completely and irreversibly his and he would be yours, united in this unique bonding he had created with you. You already had a considerable number of books stored in your arms while you still strolled through the bookstore. The staple of books in one arm, you flipped through a book for vintage style for apartments when you felt someone standing behind you. Before you could think further if you maybe blocked someone's way, the person addressed you.
"I finally found you!"
You turned around, jumped and all the books you had stored on your arm, fell rumbling to the floor. Your face went pale and you felt the person's hand grabbing your forearm and you saw the tattoo that adorned the hand. You looked upwards into the person's eyes and you couldn't believe whose eyes they were.
"Josephine!" You said, hoarsely and shocked and you stared into your sister's face, which you hadn't seen for nearly two years now.
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The Crows as Taylor Swift albums (pt.1)
because why would we have a sane method of characterisation
Kaz Brekker : Midnights
♟️”And I wake up with your memory over me // That’s a real fucking legacy to leave” - Maroon
♟️”Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism // Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time) // I wake up screaming from dreaming // One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning” - Anti-hero
♟️”And the touch of a hand lit the fuse // Of a chain reaction of countermoves // To assess the equation of you // Checkmate, I couldn’t lose” - Mastermind
♟️”Do you wish you could still touch…her? // It’s just a question” - Question…?
♟️”Uh oh, I’m falling in love // Oh no, I’m falling in love again // Oh, I falling in love” - Labyrinth
♟️”Spider-boy, king of thieves // Weave your little webs of opacity// My pennies made your crown” - Karma
♟️”Passing by unbeknownst to me // Life is emotionally abusive// And time can’t stop me quite like you did” - Snow on the Beach
♟️”All that bloodshed, crimson clover // uh-uh, sweet dream was over // my hand was the one you reached for // All throughout the Great War // Always remember// Uh-uh tears on the letter // I vowed not to cry anymore // if we survived the Great War” - The Great War
♟️”I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone // You said I have to trust more freely // But diesel is desire, you were playing with fire” - The Great War
♟️”Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness // ‘Cause it’s all over now, all out to sea” - Bigger than the whole sky
♟️”If I was some paint, did it splatter // On a promising grown man? // And if I was a child, did it matter // If you got to wash your hands?”- Would’ve could’ve should’ve
♟️”And now that I’m grown, I’m scared of ghosts // Memories feel like weapons” - Would’ve could’ve should’ve
♟️”Dear reader // Burn all the files, desert all your past lives // And I’d you don’t recognise yourself // That means you did it right “ - Dear Reader
♟️”Dear reader // The greatest of luxuries is your secrets // Dear reader // When you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss” - Dear Reader
Inej Ghafa : Speak Now
🪷”Left yourself in your warpath // Lost your balance on a tightrope // Lost your mind tryin' to get it back” - Innocent
🪷”Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been // you’re still an innocent” - Innocent
🪷”My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea // You touch me once and it's really something “- Sparks Fly
🪷”Maybe this is wishful thinkin' // Probably mindless dreamin'” - Back To December
🪷”Miscommunications lead to fall out // So many things that I wish you knew // So many walls up I can't break through” - The Story Of Us
🪷”The battle's in your hands now // But I would lay my armor down // If you'd say you'd rather love than fight “- The Story of Us
🪷”But I never thought I'd live to see it break // It's getting dark and it's all too quiet // And I can't trust anything now” - Haunted
🪷”but Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know” - Better Than Revenge
🪷”The playful conversation starts // Counter all your quick remarks // Like passing notes in secrecy” - Enchanted
🪷“same old tired, lonely place // walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy // vanished when I saw your face // All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you” - Enchanted
🪷”The crowds in stands went wild // We were the kings and the queens// And they read off our names” - Long Live
🪷”And the cynics were outraged // Screaming, "This is absurd" // ‘Cause for a moment // a band of thieves In ripped up jeans got to rule the world” - Long Live
🪷”Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?” - Dear John
🪷”Well maybe it’s me // And my blind optimism to blame // Or maybe it’s you and your sick need // to give love and then take it away” - Dear John
🪷”Memorise what it sounded like when your dad gets home // Remember the footsteps // Remember the words said // And all of your little brother’s favourite songs” - Never Grow Up
(Nina, Matthias, Jesper and Wylan are already posted)
#grishaverse#six of crows#SoC#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kaz x inej#kanej#taylor swift#swifties#midnights#speak now#shadow and bone#the crows as taylor swift albums
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"I want to talk about Tyler Christopher, the person. If you are a fan of his or even if you knew him personally, go on a walk with me."
"I first met Tyler when I was about sixteen and as some of you may know, Nikolas and Robin had a friendship, a very sweet friendship, but so did Kimberly and Tyler. We were a part of this acting class where I met a lot of my really good friends and we were also part of a friend group. Once, when I was going through a breakup, It was a really hard time in my life. I was extremely lonely and he apologized to me for not being there for me, and he said I hope you'll forgive me. It made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that I was loved, and that Tyler really was my friend. I mean, what 20-something-year-old TV star at the height of his career says the words, 'I hope you'll forgive me?' But that was the kind of friendship we had, Tyler was like a big brother to me and things were never romantic between us, which was great. It made our friendship even that much sweeter and simpler."
"Tyler always supported me when I wanted to make a transition into directing. He could see it as clearly as I could. He would always say yeah, go go go, keep going. I know you're going to do it. He even went so far as to put me up in his house in Austin, Texas, while we were shooting a TV show. I was shadowing on an ABC family show, and he totally took care of me while I was there. He would even make coffee in the morning before he go to work and leave me a little note like see you at work. He was just thoughtful."
"I remember Finola [Anna, GH] came up to me one day after working with him and she was like, 'I didn't know he was so funny.' She was like 'Tyler is so clever; he just says this stuff under his breath and so if you're not listening very carefully, you'll miss it.' I was like 'I know, I know, no one knows he is freaking stand-up comedian in the body of a prince'. Tyler was like so funny. He would tell these stories and my stomach would hurt so bad. I would cry like those cartoons where the tears shoot out of the side of your eyes."
"So, I guess my point to all of this is to tell you that even though Tyler had his own struggles. he found a way to be all these things for me as a friend. He found a way to be empathetic, generous and had a way of just making me laugh like no one else could. We share a love of hip hop, we shared a love of dogs, we shared of love of finding the emotional truths in our craft. Even though I am super sad today, I am so grateful I got to know someone like that and grateful that I got to have a good friend for over 30 years. Rest in peace man," - Kimberly McCullough
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I’ve noticed you’re a fan of both Taylor Swift and tbosas, so what songs do you think radiate Lucy Gray Baird vibes?
IS THIS REALLY THE REPUTATION I HAVE ON HERE? LOVE IT. I have a burning passion for both of these!! This will by all means become a fangirling moment of mine, but that’s the thrill ain’t it? No but really. Here’s my list of songs that could have been written by Ms Lucy Gray Baird, originally from the musical genius and cat lady Taylor Alison Swift <3
Should’ve said no is definitely a song that she would’ve written as discovering that Billy Taupe went behind her back, messed up badly and became a total asshole.
“It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing. The smiles, the flowers. Everything gone // You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet. You should’ve said no, baby and you might still have me”
Mean walks the same path. I’d like to imagine her singing it wherever she went after Coriolanus went crazy, whether that’s up north or in the afterlife. Also something after Billy Taupe’s fuckery.
“I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold. But the cycle ends right now cause you can’t lead me down that road and you don’t know what you don’t know // Some day I’ll be living in a big old city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean”
Never grow up fits as something the covey would cook together about Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine. Potentially also about Lucy Gray. Though I feel like she could have written it about her younger cousins - especially after the games, wishing they’ll never have to go through the capitol’s sick entertainment game.
“Your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming. So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite nightlight. To you everything is funny, you have nothing to regret // Don’t you ever grow up, it could stay this simple”
Haunted feels like a Lucy Gray written song right after witnessing Coriolanus shooting Mayfair. Especially something she came up with after he lied to her about “his old self”. We know the covey claims Lucy Gray to be the poet in their family, so she could easily have came up with it even in the moments of doubt and fear.
“You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time, but I never thought I’d live to see it break. It’s getting dark and it’s all so quiet and I can’t trust anything now. And it’s coming over you like it’s all a big mistake // Something made your eyes go cold”
Sad beautiful tragic makes me think of Lucy Gray right before the games as she gets to the point where maybe? just maybe she’s falling for Coriolanus.
“I meet you in warm conversations. We both wake in lonely beds. In different cities and time. Is taking its sweet time erasing you, and you’ve got your demons and darlin’ they all look like me. Cause we had, a beautiful magic love there. What a sad, beautiful tragic love affair”
Before the reaping a part of her still missed Billy, so Better man could possibly fit into those mixed feelings of disappointment, longing, grief and aggression.
“Sometimes in the middle of the night I can feel you again. And I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man”
I bet you think about me as she watched Coriolanus continuing torturing and kill children because of a relationship that ended on bad feet.
“I bet you think about me, in your organic shoes and your million dollar couch. I bet you think about me when they say oh my god she’s insane, she wrote a song about me”
Bad blood. Utter disappointment and anger. When Coriolanus “chased” her down the woods.
“Cause baby now we got bad blood. You know it used to be mad love. So take a look what you’ve done. Cause baby now we got bad blood. Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted”
Look what you made me do gives me vague vibes of hate towards Coral and her pack. Trying to poison them (succeeding with one of em!! Too bad Dill died)
“I don’t like your little games. Don’t like your tilted stage // I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red underlined // I don’t trust nobody and nobody trust me. I’ll be the actress staring in your bad dreams”
MY TEARS RICOCHET. UGH MY ALL TIME FAV SONG. ISNT IT OBVIOUS? The bridge is SO Coriolanus and Lucy Gray coded after they fell apart. Lullabies stolen by death.
“And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home. And you can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones. And I still talk to you, when I’m screaming at the sky. And when you can’t sleep at night - you hear my stolen lullabies”
Mad woman. No one really accepted her for who she was. Not district 12. Definitely not the capitol. In the book the hanging tree got banned to perform due to its real upbringing on unfair and cruel practices.
“No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that // I’m taking my time, taking my time cause you took everything from me. Watching you climb, watching you climb over people like me”
The lakes. OBVIOUS. AGAIN. Song she wrote during their visit at the lake, her, Coriolanus and the others of the covey. Planning on running away with him to live in the wilderness, catching their own food and never looking back.
“What should be over burrowed under my skin, in heartstopping ways of hurt. I’ve come to far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth. Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die - I don’t belong, and my beloved neither do you”
There is something about Cowboy like me that gives off Lucy Gray energy, especially right before the games. Her job is practically putting on a charm and performing (not to mention she’s REAL GOOD at it. Accustomed to tricking others by feigning love, probably like coryo and her as they tried to gain affection out of one other.
“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve, takes on to know one // You’re a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear // Now you hang from my lips like the garden of babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con”
Anti-hero, SHE’S DEFINITELY NOT ONE. But when first speaking to Coriolanus again she claims herself to be a murderer when in reality, she’s just a girl with willingness to survive. Lucy Gray is a confident and determined girl, but there’s a not a doubt her mind is playing tricks on her from time to time - especially after the games.
“It’s me. Hi! I’m the problem it’s me. At tea time everybody agrees. I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting always rooting for the antihero. // Did you hear my covert narcissism. I disguise as altruism? Like I’m some kind of congressman. Tale as old as time”
Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. None of her past lovers have stayed true, besides her life never treated her fairly either. Coriolanus and the capitol really did steal her childhood, even if it was hers first.
“And now that I’ve grown, I’m scared of ghosts. Memories feel like weapons // God rest my soul. I miss who I used to be, the tomb won’t close // Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. Give me back my girlhood it was mine first”
Carolina from where the crawdads sings is such a covey tale song!!
Safe & Sound is pretty self explanatory, ain’t it?
#the hunger games#tbosas#hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#hunger games#taylor swift#rachel zegler#where the crawdads sing#taylor’s version#swifties#swiftie#the eras tour
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WAWAWAWA ANOTHER RYUSEITAIP AND OCEAN LOVER <3
Also I want to request cuddles hc with Tetora and Koga!
And... can I be 🔮 anon :D?
Cuddle Headcanons!
w/ Tetora Nagumo & Koga Oogami x GN! Reader
omg my first anon that makes me happy ofc u can be 🔮anon!
Warnings: Nothing in particular, it gets a bit sad at Koga's part but nothing major!
Tetora Nagumo
✩ Tetora would absolutely LOVE cuddles. But there is one key problem, this man would not know how to ask for it, he wants to be a man among men after all! And cuddles aren't exactly... the manliest.
✩ The first time you two cuddled was after one especially tiring RYUSEITAI practice for Tetora, he basically jumped into your arms and was begging to be spoiled.
✩ Poor boy didn't realize he'd get hooked on it. Feeling your body so close to his, intimate yet still innocent and sweet. Your hearts being right against each other, the feeling of slotting his head right against your neck, all of it was just too perfect!
✩ If he could, he'd love to cuddle everyday! Being Ryusei Red was no easy task after all! But just jumping into your arms and acting like a baby isn't very manly, is it?
✩ His inner turmoil over something so simple was INTENSE, let me tell you. As much as he wanted to just squeeze you as tight as he could, never letting you go and just admiring how (literally and metaphorically) close you two are. It certainly goes against the code of manliness he's been trying to uphold all this time.
✩ Then, he realized just how he could get his cuddle fix without ruining his image of being a manly man.
Classes just ended at Yumenosaki High, and Tetora was so amazed by what he thought that 'rushing to you' couldn't describe just how fast he made his way towards you.
Tetora slammed his hands against your desk, "(Y/N)! I just had the greatest idea!" Certainly, your curiosity was piqued with such words. You egged him on, wondering where he was going with this. "If it's just the two of us, we can cuddle all we want!"
You stifled a laugh, wondering if that was seriously the great idea he came up with. "So, why's it such a good idea? I didn't even know you liked cuddling THAT much." You could only think of how adorable he was as his face flushed a light pink.
"W-well you know... If it's just the two of us... Then it's like... I don't have to worry about how others would see me? Yeah?" He sounded unsure towards the end, but he continued before you could press him on it. "So that means, I get to show you a side that only you can see. Or something? Haha?"
Tetora himself did not understand what on earth he was going on about, panicking at the thought that you might not appreciate his word soup either.
"Hmm, we're all alone in the classroom right now." You state, giving a cursory look just to make sure. You reached out your hands to him, inviting him in for a hug.
Before you knew it, Tetora practically jumped into your arms. Wrapping his arms around your body too. Ah, it was at this moment that Tetora understood why he liked these cuddles so much.
"Hey, (Y/N), I really love you. I feel like... I don't have to be tough when I'm with you." He started, your warmth making him feel so comfortable to be this vulnerable.
✩ Don't get me wrong, Tetora is still plenty manly. But after realizing that he loves you so much, that he can just, show his truest self to you without fear of rejection?
✩ He's become a REAL cuddlebug. Even if for just a few seconds of solitude, he'll wrap his arms around you, taking in your warmth and just being so grateful for how lucky he is to have you.
✩ Little does he know that he's not actually that good at hiding this affectionate side of him. Pretty much everyone knows that Tetora loves nothing more than cuddling with his S/O, but telling him that would probably make his brain short circuit.
Koga Oogami
✩ Koga does not cuddle. He's a self proclaimed lone wolf after all! He'd never do something so... like that!
✩ Don't even try it with him, a sneak attack won't work no matter how hard you try! Then he'd probably tease you about it real bad.
✩ Sure you might be his S/O, and he loves you almost as much as he does Leon and Rock, (okay maybe you're on the same tier) but no way would he be caught dead cuddling.
✩ He can already hear everyone getting on his case for it, and he does not want to bother with that.
✩ Absolutely no cuddles! This wolf doesn't need that kind of affection! He's the strong and independent alpha of the pack!
✩ But see, even lone wolves have their off days, and Koga is no exception. Everyone has their moments where they mess up.
✩ Koga messed up pretty bad this time though, getting way too absorbed into a performance and disrupting the balance that UNDEAD usually have in their lives. UNDEAD might seem like a chaotic and wild group, but it's not like any of them can just go crazy and try to outshine the other members in a live.
✩ Being scolded by the likes of Rei was definitely not a good feeling either. In moments like these Koga would really like nothing more than to be alone, playing his guitar or messing around with Leon in hopes of alleviating his stress.
✩ Sadly, both of those weren't available to him right now, seeing as he was all alone in a practice room. Koga was a diligent boy after all, he always wanted to make sure he wouldn't make the same mistakes twice, so he was out here practicing by himself.
"Hi, Koga!" He almost jumped at the sudden intrusion, seeing you just bust into the room without so much as a knock on the door. "You've been at this for quite a while now, don't you think you should take a break?"
Koga realizes that he did in fact lose track of time, seeing as it was already dark out. "... This aint' your business." Sure he was happy to see you, but he didn't think he could face you the way he is. Still immature and brash.
You definitely picked up on that, taking a more serious tone as you sat close to where he was practicing. You didn't say a word, just sitting down with your arms stretched out.
It didn't take long before Koga was inbetween them, burying his face into your shoulder. Neither of you were saying anything, but it was as if you truly understood each other at moments like these.
Koga was frustrated, how could he not be? He works so hard everyday but he's still no match for Rei, and as much as he'd hate to admit it, even Kaoru has a leg up on him in some stuff. He loves them both, but he oh so wants to show them how much he's grown.
He understands full well too that his personality isn't the most palatable one. But that's really just how he is, and he's truly grateful that you still decide to stick with him despite that.
Koga didn't even flinch when he felt your hands start patting the back of his head in a soothing rhythm. The distinct feeling of hot tears staining your shirt.
And just as quick as it started, he practically leapt off of you. Turning the music back on as he psyches himself up to practice some more. His golden eyes held a fiery determination that sent a message that didn't need words to be conveyed.
"I'll make sure you never regret falling in love with me."
UM??? I THINK I WENT A BIT OFF TOPIC FOR KOGA THERE?? BUT I HAD A VISION AND I REALLY WANTED IT TO SHOW?? I hope it's still to your liking, though!
Likes and Reblogs are Greatly appreciated!
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AMETHYST Chapter 2
In a world when you turn 16 you get a mark that matches your soulmate or soulmates.
It was the case for Yn too when she turned 16, she got seven marks that will connect her to her soulmates but.....
Pairing: BTS X Reader, BTS X BTS
Warning: I don't think there are any.
MASTERLIST
It has been 8 years since I got my soul marks, these years had been really hard for me. But my parents never left my side they helped me a lot if not for them, I wouldn't know what I would have done.
I was now working as a manager in a bank. There was not a day when I didn't think of my soulmates. I often wondered what if they were here with me, how would they be, if they would love me the way I love them. I know I haven't met them I will never be able to, but I know the love I hold for my seven mates will never disappear.
When ever I looked at the gray butterflies at my hand I couldn't help but feel sad. It felt like the gray color was mocking reminding me of what I could never have.
I couldn't help but feel envious of the people around me who were happy with their soulmate. They looked so comfortable and safe with each other had a special connection in between them. I couldn't help but long for that connection.
A strong cold breeze broke my train of thoughts. I looked up to see children playing in the park and noticed a little girl sitting on a bench.
There was a sad pout on her face her little hand was holding two dandelions. She suddenly looked toward the dandelion and bring one of them near her mouth.
I was looking at her curiously. She closes her eyes and blows the seed if the dandelion in one blow. She opens her eyes and look toward her left where an ice cream truck was standing. Some children were standing with their parents to buy an ice-cream.
Just by seeing her face I know she probably wished for an ice-cream. I smile a little after seeing this and got up from where I was sitting on the bench and went toward her.
I stood in front of her making her look toward me with curiosity. I bent a little and asked "Why are you sad little girl, what happened?"
She pouted again and pointed toward a small pond in the lake, "I had some money for the ice cream, but it accidentally fell in the water I couldn't get it back."
"Aww that is really sad ", "How about I buy you an ice-cream." I say to the girl. Her eyes lit up for a moment but soon became sad.
"What happened" I say looking at her trying to figure out what happened to her. "Nothing, It is just that I don't have anything to give you in exchange and I can't take something for free it will make me feel sad."
"Who said you don't have anything to give me."
"What do I have?" she said tilting her head to the side in confusion.
"You can give me company for some time I was feeling a little lonely. How about that"
"Really, That is a good idea unnie. Thank you so much" she says with an excited tone and a huge smile on her face.
I extended my hand in her direction for her to hold. She slips her little hand into my hands and jumped down from the bench from excitement.
"What ice-cream do you want." "Can I please have strawberry ice-cream with rainbow sprinkles on top." she says politely. "Of course whatever you want".
We reached the ice- cream truck and were welcomed by the man. "What can I get for you miss?" He say giving us a small smile. "Can I get a strawberry ice-cream with sprinkles on top and a chocolate ice-cream with marshmallows on top."
"Sure that will be 15." I reach toward my purse and take out the money and hand it to him. "Please wait a minute I will be back with you ice-cream."
After a while the man come back with our ice cream I take it from him and bow a little he bows back. We go back to the bench and I hand the girl her ice-cream. She looked at the sweet treat with big eyes and began to eat it. "Thank you so much unnie." "You're welcome, can you tell me your name." I say realizing that I forgot to ask her name.
"My name is Rhian, what is your name unnie." "My name is Y/N, but what are you doing here alone Rhian." "I came to my mother's shop with her, but got bored, so she told me to go buy myself some ice-cream her shop is close by the park."
I gave a nod to her, I finished eating my ice-cream and looked at Rhian's hand she was still holding the dandelion in her palm but didn't say anything to her.
She soon finished her ice-cream, but there was some cream on the end of her mouth I took my purse and take out some wipes from it, I extended the wipe toward her"Here wipe your hand and mouth or your clothes will get dirty."
She takes the wipe from my hand and clean the ice-cream on her hands and mouth, once she was done she gets up and goes toward a trash can to throw the used wipe. Furthermore, she returns to the bench and sit again.
"Thank you for the ice-cream unnie but what did you come to the park for?"
" I just had some things in my mind and wanted to clear my mind."
"Oh, what things unnie?"
"Nothing just grown up things."
She nods her head and look toward the roses' that were planted in front of us. All of them were gorgeous there were few butterflies flying above them. They reminded me of my soul mark, my hand instinctive went toward my other arms and I gently rubbed my hand on my marks that were covered by my sleeves.
I felt my mood suddenly drop the thought of my soulmate starts flooding my mind Once again.
To be continued...
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Hi, this is my first time requesting even though I really want to say to you that the Xiao fic you wrote entitled Lament was so good that I am biting my tounge while reading to prevent me from (s)creaming because it was such a chef's kiss.
May I ask if you plan to write a yandere Kazuha? I just really love him. A praise-deprived Kazu which his desire enhances whenever his darling (reader) praises him with no idea of what effect she does.
I just thought that if he's a yandere it would fit if he's a bit younger like 2 or 3 years as the reader would treat him as her younger brother and have known each other as kids which that the reader dotes on him.
Praises him on little things like starting a fire or getting her a sweet fruit in the middle of the forest as we could see Kazu's eyes turning in the shape of heart and she has no idea of what effect she has on him. :)
thank you so much for reading that fic! I still feel somewhat unsure of that fic sometimes, so this comment really helped ease my fears :)
content warning: female reader, stalking tendencies, yandere behaviour—read the tin. you get what you come for, after all.
Late getting around to this since I've just returned from a hiatus, but yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Love the idea of an older darling that’s very much the big sister type. I imagined a bit differently, with darling being the member of Beidou’s ship who has a big family that she’s had to leave behind to follow Beidou.
And your heart is always so soft for pitiful things, especially since seeing such a lonely, sad young man like Kazuha when Captain Beidou first introduces him to the rest of the Crux members. He doesn’t speak, eyes always downcast whenever you approach him and ask him if he’s well, whether he’s comfortable, what you can do to ease his journey on the ship. Nothing, but he glances away when you approach.
Well, no matter. You’re one of Captain Beidou’s, and you’re made of sterner stuff. You stop asking questions, even as the rest of your crewmates keep questioning him. What you do is take care of him, coming and going with water, warm soup, little snacks you’ve managed to haggle from the stingy chef on the Alcor. He accepts your offers without a word, only a nod in thanks, the red of his eyes soft, and it warms your heart to see the young man getting more lively in the way he’s moving about the ship.
He starts opening up a lot more, telling you and Beidou of imminent storms, predicting weather as though he were the Raiden Shogun herself manipulating the storms. The flurry of compliments makes him turn away from you in embarrassment as he would give his thanks. You delight in the sound of his voice, taking to keep him next you and under your wings, determined to have him close. It’s been a long time since you've been really able to take care of anyone like this, and you relish in the opportunity.
The day that he reveals his name is the day you take it upon yourself to use it as often as you can. Kazuha, you’d say, let me do this for you. Tell me about this. And when you ask him whether you could change the bandage on his hand for him, Kazuha looks at you from under his lashes and nods. The lad’s been through so much, you could tell, from the worn calluses on the pads of his fingers and the angry red burn at the centre of his palm. The wound has healed long ago, but there must be a reason he still wears it, so you take the most attentive care in wrapping it.
And as you both travel to and fro, according to whatever whims Captain Beidou feels like following, Kazuha sticks close to you. You praise him as you would your younger siblings at home, a note of compliment never far whenever he does anything of note, whether it be raising the sails, telling the weather, reciting poetry, practicing his sword. You’re not a fighter, being the supplies manager and quartermaster to Juza, but you knew a little here and there. Whenever you’d cross blades with Kazuha, he’d never go easy on you, saying something about there’s honour in giving one’s all against a worthy opponent. You always laugh and ruffle his hair, gushing about how he’s so strong. He always smiles, crimson eyes sparkling as he soaks in your words, a little hum as you bump shoulders with him. Thank you, he tells you, and his answer is airy, as though he were struggling to breathe.
It’s great, having such a mild-mannered young man to fuss over. Nothing like your own rowdy siblings at home who whine at the slightest hint of you ruffling their hair or scolding them about finishing their foods. Kazuha is so considerate too, always leaving you the best cut of the fish that he finds or the most perfect of all the apples he gathers whenever the Alcor docks close to the forests of Mondstadt. Nowadays, whenever you show the slightest discomfort, Kazuha’s always the one speaking up for you, suggesting for you to take a break.
It’s perfect, having Kazuha as a friend. There’s just one thing… Just one small oddity. He follows you a little too closely. Listens a little too carefully. Whenever you go run your errands, to restock the supplies, to ask for repairmen, Kazuha—even though he’s been assigned his own duties—always appears a few minutes later, breezily saying that he’s done his own tasks and came to see if you were having troubles. Left or right you look, Kazuha is always there. He always finds you.
It gets a little too much, even with your casual nature of always being so warm and inviting. And when you bring it up to Kazuha, a question of, “Maybe we should meet up later, Kazuha? I’m sure you’d like to spend some time by yourself.”
Kazuha shakes his head. “No need,” he says calmly, crimson eyes a little too bright against the sunlight. “I like being close to you.”
You swallow. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, but it was frazzling your nerves, his eyes ever-present in your peripheral, never moving an inch from you. Not even your own siblings had ever been this clingy in their younger days. “Boys your age…” you trail off. “Don’t they prefer to be alone? I’m sure you don’t want me to ruin your fun.”
“Why would you say that?” Kazuha tilts his head, inspecting the way you furrow your brows. He places his fingers over yours, bandages ghosting over your skin. Raises your hand and presses a kiss to the back, the touch of his lips sending up warning shivers. Kazuha says softly, “I’m only worried about you. That’s why I’m here. Is that a problem…?”
“No, no,” you hurry to say, afraid of hurting his feelings, squeezing his hands tight and forcing a smile on your face. Kazuha smiles back, and for a second, the world seems alright, the breeze gentle and soft against your neck.
But you still couldn’t shake off that feeling, as though the autumn wind had arrived a season earlier than anticipated, its airy blade ready to trim all the green leaves from a summering tree.
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It's Been Three Days
Summary: What I'd like to imagine took place in the days following the events of episode 10 - lots of Kazuki sadness, Rei trying his best, hugs and tears, and talking about feelings. Because we haven't really seen much bonding between the two of them in the show! Fic tags: KazuRei, Angst/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Comfort Wordcount: 5.5k Also on AO3! << It's my first ever post on there :D
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It’s such an odd thing to realize just how quickly you get accustomed to the orchestra of background noises that fill your home on a daily basis. The video game jingle that plays on a loop and gradually speeds up when the player is nearing the end of the race. The soft *ka-tak ka-tak ka-tak* of a kitchen knife chopping vegetables on a wooden cutting board. The rhythmic humming of the washer and dryer, constantly running to keep up with the laundry that seemingly never ends. The half-broken toy that plays that awfully annoying song from that popular children’s television series and doesn’t have an off button. The sweet laughter of a young girl who loves spending the day with her papas...
It’s been three days. Three days since that bittersweet family outing and that final ride on the Ferris wheel. Three days without that familiar orchestra of noises. And man, is that silence deafening.
Rei assumed he’d be able to adjust to the quiet atmosphere pretty easily. “I’m used to this, after all”, he thought, having lived in lonely solitude for years before Kazuki came barreling into his life. But even after Kazuki made himself at home in Rei’s apartment, the two of them hardly spent any actual time together, unless it was related to their work. Kazuki would sometimes attempt to start a conversation as he cooked dinner while Rei played his video games in the living room. But he was lucky if he got more than a few words and the occasional “hm” out of Rei, who would normally have his headset on and couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention to his surroundings. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. The two of them got along well enough to consider each other friends, and they each trusted one another completely. In their line of work, trusting your partner was essential. So, they were work partners and roommates. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, that all changed after Kazuki brought Miri home…
The morning after that ride on the Ferris wheel, Rei woke up before Kazuki. This was odd because Rei could count on one hand the number of times he’s been awake before Kazuki. But that day, he didn’t think too deeply about it. He knew that Kazuki was hurting and figured that leaving him alone to work through his emotions was probably the best thing to do. Besides, Rei had no idea how to comfort Kazuki in this situation and feared that he’d only make things worse if he did or said the wrong thing. So he made himself a bowl of cereal, sat down in front of the tv, and turned on some random program, leaving Kazuki to sleep in a little later.
The show Rei had landed on happened to be one he was familiar with, having watched it with Miri every Saturday morning. “Heh. I should record this for her to watch later.” As he grabbed the remote to set up the recording, the reality of the situation came crashing back toward him like a tidal wave. How could he forget so easily? Miri was gone. Knots began to form in Rei’s stomach and he could feel the onset of a migraine. After deciding to turn off the tv, he tossed the remote onto the couch cushion farthest away from him, pushed his barely eaten bowl of cereal toward the middle of the table, and abruptly plopped his whole body down onto the couch. Lying there, staring at the blank tv screen, he thought to himself, “this… sucks,” before drifting back to sleep. When he awoke several hours later, he noticed that no lights had been turned on, no food was cooking, no laundry was being done… there was nothing but silence. Kazuki hadn’t left his room.
The next morning was pretty much the same. Rei awoke to a quiet house, and the door leading to Kazuki’s bedroom remained closed. “Is he actually in his room, or did he go somewhere without telling me?” Rei wondered. “But if that’s the case, he would’ve left a note like last time… right?” Rei checked the front entry area and saw that Kazuki’s shoes and coat were still there in the exact same spot they’d been left the day before last. “Still home…” Once again, Rei made a bowl of cereal for himself but decided to eat at the dining table this time, hoping to avoid a repeat of the tv incident from the day before. After finishing his meal, he booted up his game console but quickly removed the Morio Kart disc that was inside and replaced it with one of his old shooter games. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t played these types of games since Miri started living with them, fearing that the blood and violence would be too much for her to witness. “But I guess Miri did have actual first-hand experience with not one, but two gun fights. Hell, she probably would’ve thought this game looked fun. Maybe I should’ve played it with her…”
Around lunch time, the silence in the room was broken by the sound of Kazuki’s bedroom door finally being opened. Rei whipped his head around so quickly he could have sworn he felt something in his neck pop. But it wasn’t quick enough, as Kazuki had already shut himself in the bathroom. Rei felt like a creep as he stared at the door handle, waiting for it to turn and for Kazuki to emerge from the bathroom. When he finally did, Rei’s voice cracked as he called out, “H-hey. You hungry? I can order a pizza.” Kazuki paused for a moment, but didn’t look up, his gaze locked downward. “No thanks. I’m good.” Before Rei could say anything back, Kazuki was already back in his bedroom closing the door behind him. Rei spent the rest of the afternoon and evening alone. One would think that having a day alone to yourself in a quiet home would be relaxing, especially when your daily routine was typically consumed by chaos. But that was a far cry from this reality. For Rei, the silence weighed on him like he was being pulled further and further under water. It was suffocating, to say the least. He also began to feel incredibly anxious, because he knew that he wanted to comfort Kazuki in some way, but had no idea how to go about it. “I feel totally worthless…”
It was now day three, and Rei had had enough. “I can’t go back to how things were before… I just can’t.” He decided to try his hand at tackling some of the chores around the house. He thought that it would be really pathetic of him to expect Kazuki to continue taking care of everything for him now that Miri was gone. Sure, he’d always done so in the past, but things were different now. Rei realized that Kazuki was only ever truly happy when he had a family to take care of. But now that there was no longer a “family” here, Rei knew deep down that there was a very good possibility of Kazuki leaving. Would it be next month? Next week? Tomorrow? The uncertainty frightened Rei, but he refused to become the same useless mess he’d once been. Well… he had enough determination in this very moment to at least do a load of freaking laundry. Baby steps were better than no steps, right?
So Rei started off his cleaning crusade by sorting through the pile of clothes on his bedroom floor and picking up any stray articles from the living room on his way to the washer. After tossing everything in and latching the door shut, he stood there for a moment staring at all the buttons and knobs. “Why are there so many??” Kazuki had, on several occasions, shown Rei how to operate the machine, pointing out the various features and wash cycles, and showing him exactly how to measure out the soap. But did Rei remember any of that? Absolutely not. But he figured he couldn’t screw it up too much as long as he stuck with the “regular” cycle and only used a little bit of soap. Once everything was set, he hesitantly reached for the Start button and gently pressed it in. The machine came alive with that familiar sloshing sound that he’d so desperately missed these last few days. He relaxed his shoulders, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled to himself. “Nice.”
Suddenly, the soft clack of a door being opened echoed from down the hall. Rei peeked his head around the corner to see if he could catch a glimpse of Kazuki. But alas, he had just missed him yet again. Rei then heard the shower turning on and thought that he really would be a creep if he were to stare at the bathroom door waiting for Kazuki to come back out, like he did yesterday. So instead, he headed toward the living room to start picking up all of his garbage.
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Kazuki felt numb.
It’s been three days, and yet that feeling refused to subside. Kazuki struggled to pinpoint exactly what emotion he was feeling about this whole situation. Was he mad? Maybe a little. But when it came down to it, he knew that both Kyu-chan and Misaki were right. Allowing a five-year-old child live with two hitmen was dangerous, and he couldn’t come up with a valid justification to argue otherwise. At least, not one that wouldn’t make him sound like a selfish asshole. Was he sad? Sure. But again, he knew that Miri was safer this way. So how could he truly be sad about the fact that she was safe? He couldn’t. In fact, if he were being rational about the whole thing, he thought he should actually feel quite relieved. “Yeah right… I’m too greedy for that,” he thought. So he wasn’t mad, or sad, or relieved. He was just… numb.
Kazuki knew that it was pathetic of him to hole up inside his bedroom, but he couldn’t help himself. Coming home that night to the sight of toys strewn across the living room floor, child-sized dishes piled in the sink, the basket of pink flowery clothes that needed to be washed… all of it was just so overwhelming. Kazuki couldn’t bring himself to look at any of it, so he ended up going straight to bed that night. Over the next couple of days, he only came out to use the toilet or to grab a quick snack so that he wouldn’t make himself sick. But otherwise, he stayed in bed staring off into space. He felt sort of bad for ignoring Rei, but he knew that Rei struggled with expressing his empathy. Because of that, Kazuki was afraid that he’d end up snapping at Rei for no real reason or accidentally saying something hurtful that he didn’t really mean, knowing damn well that Rei wouldn’t know how to react and would most likely take it personally. So in order to avoid that tension all together, Kazuki chose to avoid Rei for the time being. “I hope he’s at least eating something other than cereal…”
By day three, Kazuki was starting to get sore from lying in bed for so long. “I should probably shower.” On his way to the bathroom, Kazuki could have sworn he heard the washer running. “But there’s no way… I’m not even sure Rei knows how to use the damn thing, even though I’ve shown him a million times.” Kazuki let out a soft chuckle as he turned the knob in the shower all the way to the right. There was a brief squeaking noise before the water started raining down from the shower head, and steam began to gradually build up in the enclosed space. Kazuki started to undress, removing the wrinkled clothes that he’d been wearing for three days straight. He glanced at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror, flinching at the sight. It was obvious that he hadn’t eaten a proper meal nor had he gotten any decent sleep in these last few days. He had dark circles under his puffy eyes, his hair was a greasy mess, and his face looked pale and ashen like a ghost. He was honestly quite grossed out by the state he was in, and felt sort of relieved that Rei hadn’t seen him earlier. After stepping into the shower and under the hot water, Kazuki felt his muscles immediately relax. He stood there unmoving for god knows how long, just letting the water pour over the top of his head and down his face.
Out of nowhere, Kazuki heard what sounded like a gentle knock, followed by silence. He wasn’t sure if he was hearing things or not, so he waited for a moment to see if another knock would come. Instead, he heard the *click* of the door being opened. “…Kazuki? Are you okay? You’ve been in here for a while…” Rei was so quiet that Kazuki could barely hear him over the running water. He pulled back the shower curtain slightly and poked his head out, ready to teasingly chastise Rei for coming into the bathroom while someone was in the shower. But the sight before him almost sent him into a fit of laughter. Rei had his head peeking around the door into the bathroom, but his eyes were tightly shut, scrunching his face. Kazuki thought it was actually quite adorable. “Yeah. I’ll be out in just a few minutes, alright?” he said, with a slight smile on his face that Rei couldn’t see. “Ah, okay then,” Rei said, as he quickly shut the door. Pffft! Kazuki didn’t realize in that moment, but that numb feeling was finally starting to ease, if ever so slightly.
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Kazuki walked out of the bathroom to find Rei vacuuming. Rei. Vacuuming. WHAT?! Kazuki was so stunned he nearly dropped the towel that he was rubbing his hair with. He stood there in awe, taking a look around the entire room. Not only was Rei vacuuming, but it looked like he did the dishes and picked up around house as well. “Ha! Maybe I really did hear the washer running this morning!” Rei hadn’t heard the bathroom door open, so when he finally noticed Kazuki standing next to the couch staring at him, he flinched and scrambled to find the power button on the vacuum. “H-hey! You’re out! You hungry? I’ve made something to eat if you’d like some.” Although he still spoke in his low, nearly monotone voice, Rei appeared to be a bit more flustered than Kazuki had ever remembered seeing him before. “Oh yeah? What’d’ya make?” Kazuki was impressed. Rei cleaned and cooked?? “Um… it’s just porridge. I found an easy recipe online. You haven’t eaten these past few days, so I thought maybe your stomach was upset. I figured porridge would be easiest to eat.” Rei felt a little embarrassed to be offering his measly porridge to a guy who practically lives in the kitchen. And let’s be honest, Kazuki doesn’t exactly hold any punches when it comes to critiquing food, so Rei’s worry was justified. Kazuki could tell Rei was nervous, and again had to hold back his laughter. “Why is he being so cute right now? It’s hilarious, but I can’t tease him too much or else he’d probably curl up in a ball and shut down.” Kazuki pulled out a chair at the dining table, sat down, and looked up at Rei with a grin. “I’d love some. Please and thank you!”
And so the two of them sat at the table, quietly eating the porridge that Rei made. Rei cleared his throat, having already decided that he’d had enough of the eerie silence that had been suffocating him over the past three days. “Hey… do you wanna hang out today? Like, together? We don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. It’s just been really… boring.” Although Rei was definitely trying his best to communicate more with Kazuki, he wasn’t exactly ready to say that he felt lonely and anxious by himself. So he decided to play it off as boredom. Kazuki glanced up at Rei, and to his surprise, Rei was looking right back at him, their eyes locked together. “…Sure. Is there something in particular you wanna do?” Rei hesitated for a moment. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting Kazuki to say yes, and hadn’t really thought this far ahead. “Um… well, we can watch some movies. I guess? Oh but first, we should dry your hair. It’s still wet, and you’ll catch a cold. I’ll dry it for you, if you want.”
“Okay… who the hell is this person and what have they done with Rei?! It’s like the onigiri incident all over again…”
“Ah-haha, it’s okay. It’ll dry on its own. And it’s warm enough in here that I won’t get sick.” Kazuki was truly beside himself. He knew that Rei had started to step up more to take care of Miri. But he couldn’t think of any time before when Rei had offered to take care of him.
“Dude, just let me dry it. I used to do it all the time for Mi- uh… I mean. Well it’s not like you haven’t done the same for me before, so just shut up and let me do it, okay?” Rei scratched his head, annoyed with himself for almost bringing up Miri. He told himself just this morning that he would avoid saying her name in front of Kazuki at all costs, not wanting to upset him. But Kazuki wasn’t upset and could see how frustrated Rei looked. “Okay then. You can dry my hair.”
Rei sat on the couch, his legs far enough apart for Kazuki to sit on the floor between his feet. Kazuki held his knees close to his chest, his chin resting on top of them. The loud whirring of the hair dryer filled the air around them, as Rei ran his fingers through Kazuki’s soft hair. “Fluffy…” Rei absolutely kept that thought to himself, and could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“I can’t even remember the last time someone’s dried my hair. Maybe when Yuzuko and I first started dating?” Kazuki thought back on the memories of all those years ago and smiled. “But man, this does feel nice. And he’s being so gentle, it almost tickles. And this warmth… I could fall asleep.” A few moments later, the loud whirring ceased and Kazuki jolted in place, having truly almost fallen asleep. “All done,” Rei said in a soft voice. “Aw man, already? That was so relaxing!” Although Kazuki was only teasing, the words were true, nonetheless. “Um… I can brush your hair now, if you’d like? I don’t mind.” Although his words were nonchalant, Rei looked almost excited. And who was Kazuki to say no to that? “Okay.” Rei got up to find a hairbrush and returned in a flash to continue playing with Kazuki’s hair.
After a while, Kazuki was the first to break the silence. “Ya know, I really thought the three of us would be together forever.” He let out a soft chuckle before continuing. “How silly is that?” Rei paused for a moment, surprised by the topic of conversation. He didn’t think Kazuki was ready to talk about this yet. Before Kazuki could notice that his hands had stopped moving, Rei started running the brush through Kazuki’s hair once more.
“Like, I actually thought, ‘Hey! This is my second chance! I can build a life with these two, and we can be a real family. We can be happy.’ Why did I get my hopes up? I should’ve known this would all end eventually. I mean come on. Look at us. Two hitmen raising a child together? That’s some shit straight out of a manga. It could never actually work in the long run.” Kazuki closed his eyes and held his hand over his face, gently rubbing the furrowed skin between his eyebrows.
Rei was thankful that he was sitting behind Kazuki, and that Kazuki was unable to see his face in that moment. Because he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and could only imagine what sort of twisted expression his face was in.
“Hey, Kazuki?”
“Hm?”
“Are you… going to leave?”
“Leave? What do ya mean? Where’m I going?” Kazuki realized he sounded slightly exasperated and hoped that Rei didn’t pick up on it.
“I know… I know that you want a family. And now that Miri… now that it’s just the two of us, we aren’t really a family anymore, are we? So are you going to leave now?”
Kazuki could hear the slight hitch in Rei’s voice, and quickly turned around to face him. Rei’s eyebrows were contorted and his cheeks were flushed red. And his bottom lip trembled.
Kazuki panicked. “What?? What are you talking about? Why would I leave?”
“Because it’s not safe for you either! The organization… they’ve already made it very clear.”
“But that was just about Miri, right? It was about our work getting sloppy, yeah? But she’s safe with Misaki now. And we’ll just go back to how things used to be.” As much as it pained him to admit, Kazuki knew that the words coming out of his mouth were true.
“No! It wasn’t just about Miri… it’s more than that.” Rei paused and closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to level his breathing. He then looked directly at Kazuki with glistening eyes and spoke more softly. “Don’t you get it? I’m a Suwa. I’m expected to continue the Suwa family line, and to take over the family business. But I…” Rei closed his eyes again and shook his head. “I don’t want to! I don’t want to…” Rei could feel the hot tears welling up in his eyes and failed to keep them from breaking through.
“Then what do you want?” Kazuki said in a soft, low voice. He could tell that Rei was terrified and could feel the adrenaline coursing through his own veins, causing his hands to shake. The only word he could think of to describe this feeling was protective. It was almost as if he was prepared to single-handedly take down anyone and everyone who had caused the man in front of him to break down in tears. Because anyone who was able to cause this normally emotionless man this much pain… deserved to suffer.
“I just… I just want our family back. But I know that’s not possible right now, and it may never be possible again, no matter how much I miss Miri. And god, I miss her so much… But above all, I want her to be safe. So I know that she needs to stay with Misaki. And I also know that you’d be safer, too, if you left… if you got as far away from me as possible. But Kazuki… I can’t. I can’t lose you, too.” By now, Rei was no longer able to hold back the flood of tears rolling down his cheeks, and his breaths were coming in short, shallow bursts.
In the blink of an eye, Kazuki had gotten up, positioned himself next to Rei on the couch, and pulled him into his arms, holding him close to his chest. Kazuki’s left hand cradled the back of Rei’s head, while his right hand gently stroked the space between his shoulder blades.
“Rei. Listen to me. I’m not leaving you. I will never leave you. You hear me? We ARE a family. Even if it’s just you and me. We can still be a family. Alright? So stop crying. Please, stop crying.” Kazuki tried with all his might to comfort Rei, but could feel that he himself was on the verge of breaking down.
“But… you deserve a real family, Kazuki. You deserve to be with someone you love. You deserve to be a papa. Because you’re such a good papa…” Rei buried his face in the crook of Kazuki’s neck, attempting to stifle the constant sniffling. He desperately grasped at Kazuki’s shirt, pulling it back so much that it was nearly choking Kazuki. But Kazuki didn’t say anything nor did he stop Rei.
“Rei, you deserve those things, too. You also deserve to be with someone you love. You deserve happiness.”
“But I AM with someone…!” Rei let the sentence trail off, surprised by the words that he’d nearly blurted out, and paused to catch his breath. “I was happy with our family. And I’m happy with you. I’d never known that feeling before, until I met you. And having Miri with us… made it so much more obvious. So I know I’m being selfish by asking you to stay with me. But I don’t want to give up any more of my happiness. I don’t want to go back to how things were before. I can’t go back. So Kazuki, please… I’ll try harder, I promise. I’ll clean more and I’ll learn how to cook and I won’t complain as much. And I’ll protect you. I’ll do anything to protect you. So please…” At this point Rei was sobbing so much that he began to ramble and his words were somewhat difficult to understand. But Kazuki continued to hold Rei in a tight embrace, gently stroking his hair to try and calm him down.
“Hey shhhh, I already said I’m staying, didn’t I? So try to calm down, okay? I’m not going anywhere. And hey, you did so good today with the chores! I was so impressed. And your porridge was delicious. Make it for me again sometime, will ya?”
Rei nodded, his face still pressed against Kazuki’s collar bone. “Yeah, okay.”
Kazuki slowly pulled away from Rei, holding both of his hands in his own between the two of them. “Have you calmed down a bit?” Rei nodded without saying anything. The tears finally stopped, but his face looked a mess. Kazuki reached his right hand up to gently rub Rei’s cheek. “Good. Ya know, I must say… you’ve been acting awfully cute today. I’m not used to it,” Kazuki said, letting out a small sigh of relief mixed with a faint laugh.
“Shut up!” Although he had meant to sound forceful with his words, Rei instead sounded like a whiny teenage girl, which made him feel even more embarrassed and caused a fresh wave of blood to rush back up to his cheeks. He then realized that his face probably looked absolutely ridiculous after his meltdown and attempted to wipe his eyes and turn his head away so that he was no longer facing Kazuki.
But Kazuki only found this to be even more endearing, and immediately guided Rei’s face back to where he could see it more clearly. He then positioned his hand so that he cupped Rei’s chin in his palm, with his cheeks squished between Kazuki’s thumb and four fingers. “Heheh fish lips.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight and at the fact that Rei was even letting him mess with his face like this in the first place. Truly, he was not used to this side of Rei. But he was enjoying himself.
Kazuki’s laughter eventually trailed off, but he kept Rei’s face cupped in his hand, lightly squeezing his cheeks. Then the expression on his face softened as he continued to stare at Rei’s puckered mouth. After what was probably only thirty seconds, but felt like hours, Kazuki locked eyes with Rei. “Hw-hwat?” Rei stuttered, unable to enunciate due to the squished cheeks. He wondered how long Kazuki was going to hold his face like this and why he just kept staring. If he was being honest, he was starting to feel a bit uneasy. Rei had never really had anyone look at his face for this long or this closely before. He felt almost naked.
“Rei. Have you ever kissed anyone?” Kazuki maintained eye contact after asking the question, so he was able to see the exact moment the pupils in Rei’s deep blue eyes constricted to half their size.
“HUH??! What kind of question is that??” Rei flailed, yanking his face away and batting Kazuki’s hand down. “Seriously, what the hell??”, he thought to himself.
“Aww, come on. I’m just curious! You’re acting so adorable today, and I wondered if anyone else has ever seen you like this.” Kazuki already knew that Rei had probably never been in a real relationship before, so the words he spoke were only a joke. Still, he found himself slightly annoyed at the thought of someone else experiencing this side of Rei, but decided to keep that thought to himself.
“Why should I even tell you?” Rei continued to swat Kazuki away, but Kazuki was relentless.
“Hehe so I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
“Ugh! Why do you even care??”
Quicker than Rei could stop him, Kazuki grabbed Rei’s face again, this time sandwiched between both of his hands. “Because. I do care. I care about you. And if we’re going to be a family, I want to know everything about you.”
Rei stopped resisting, and just stared back at Kazuki. “He looks so serious now…”
Kazuki’s gaze lowered slightly, and Rei realized just where he was looking. His mouth. Rei then noticed that Kazuki was slowly leaning closer toward him. “He’s not… ACTUALLY going to kiss me, is he?!” Rei didn’t know how to react, so all he could think to do was close his eyes and brace for impact.
Kazuki paused in his tracks and smiled to himself. Rei had his eyes tightly shut, reminding him of earlier that day in the bathroom. “He’s so funny.” Kazuki continued leaning in, closing his eyes and gently kissing Rei on the forehead.
Rei’s eyes shot open in surprise. A forehead kiss was NOT what he was anticipating, and he felt a little ashamed for expecting something different. But that feeling of shame melted away the moment he met Kazuki’s gaze once more and saw the slight shade of pink on the apples of his cheeks as he smiled a goofy grin. Rei couldn’t help but smile back and let out a soft, breathy laugh.
Kazuki carefully pulled his hands away from Rei’s face and stretched out his arms, taking a deep breath and letting out a loud sigh. “Haaaaahhh! So. Should we watch a movie now? Was there one you wanted to watch?” Kazuki leaned back into the couch, but not before pulling Rei to his side and wrapping his arm around him, his hand on Rei’s bicep. In this position, Rei was able to rest his head on Kazuki’s chest just under his arm, but he wasn’t sure where to put his hands. One arm was stuck behind Kazuki against the back cushion, so he didn’t really have a choice there. But the other was left out in front, hovering over Kazuki’s lower stomach. Rei hesitated for a moment, but finally thought, “Screw it,” and set his arm down so that it lay across Kazuki’s waist. After receiving no complaint from Kazuki about where his hand fell, Rei tightened his grip on Kazuki’s side ever so slightly and nestled even further into place. “He’s warm,” he thought. “This is nice…”
“Any movie is fine. Whatever you wanna watch.” Rei honestly didn’t care about the movie. He was just happy to be spending time with Kazuki. Happy to be pulled out of the suffocating silence.
“Hey, Rei?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry for avoiding you these last couple of days. It was nothing against you. So I hope you didn’t get too lonely.”
“…I was lonely. But it’s okay. I understood what you were feeling.”
“I might get like that again… I mean, I’m feeling a little better now. But it comes in waves. Ya know?”
“Yeah… I get it.”
“Then will you cuddle with me to make me feel better?” Kazuki said playfully.
“Yes.”
Kazuki only said that to tease Rei, so he wasn’t expecting him to respond so quickly or so matter-of-factly. But he found that Rei’s response made him insanely giddy. Kazuki tightened his hold on Rei, pulling him in even closer. “Good. That makes me happy.”
“…” Rei didn’t know how to respond, but knew that he, too, felt happy in that moment.
It’s been three days. And there was no telling how many more it would take before things finally started to feel normal again. Or maybe things would never feel normal again. Maybe there was a hell storm coming their way that they weren’t at all prepared for. These were all possibilities that they had to consider. But as they sat there embracing each other’s warmth, Kazuki and Rei both knew that they’d be okay, as long as they were together. If one was suffering, the other would be there to help pick up the pieces. If one was happy, the other would be there to celebrate in their joy. After all, isn’t that just what a family is?
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Kinnporsche characters/ships as Midnight’s lyrics
Kim Theerapanyakul as Anti-Hero
When my depression works the graveyard shift, all of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room
One day, I'll watch as you're leaving, ‘Cause you got tired of my scheming (For the last time)
Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism
I'm the problem, it's me, at teatime, everybody agrees, I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
Porsche Kittisawasd as You’re on your own, kid
I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out, there's just one who could make me stay all my days
You're on your own, kid, you always have been
The jokes weren't funny, I took the money. My friends from home don't know what to say
KimChay as Midnight Rain
My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences
My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion
I broke his heart 'cause he was nice. He was sunshine, I was midnight rain
He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain, he wanted a groom, I was making my own name, chasing that fame
He stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight
Vegas Theerapanyakul as Vigilante Shit
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder, which one will be your last lie? They say looks can kill and I might try
I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men, lately I've been dressing for revenge
I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends, don’t get sad, get even
Tankhun Theerapanyakul as Bejeweled
Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
And when I meet the band, they ask, "Do you have a man?", I can still say, "I don't remember"
Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve
Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky
I went dancin' all night and you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line, what’s a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine
Kinnporsche as Sweet Nothing
Everyone's up to something, I found myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they’re push and shovin', you're in the kitchen hummin', all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors and smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other
And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more”, to you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it
Vegaspete as The Great War
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur, all that blood shed, crimson clover
My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the Great War
And maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from a crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did, so I justified it
Hold you down on that icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops
That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you
There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair and we will never go back to that bloodshed
I vow I will always be yours ‘cause we survived the Great War
TayTime as High Infidelity
High infidelity, put on your records and regret me, I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it
Your picket fence is sharp as knives
Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eves?
At the house lonely, good money, I'd pay if you'd just know me
You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough
Chay Kittisawasd as Would've, Could've, Should've
And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven
Memories feel like weapons and now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering
And if you never saved me from boredom, I could've gone on as I was, but, Lord, you made me feel important and then you tried to erase us
God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be, the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind, I regret you all the time
I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep, the wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign
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