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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Well, I was gonna take longer on this post, but I went to reblog something today and came to the frankly startling realization that some of you clowns already have me blocked? Babes, I haven’t done anything yet. At least let me do something first.

Anyways, here’s why there isn’t any moral greyness in the Avatar franchise villains, you guys are just horny:

I know I said it a bajillion times on this blog, but the point of Avatar is to make a direct statement on colonialism, genocide, and ecological harm. It touches all these interconnected themes; militarism, imperialism, racism, colorism, and it comes at them in a way that is supposed to give you an unbiased view of this. We are not watching a movie about Earth and about the genocide of our indigenous peoples because a lot of people already have preconceived notions about these topics. Please see my lovely studious deracination post for more detail, but essentially; Sometimes it’s easier to approach these issues when you (white people) don’t feel like they are targeting you (white people).

You are supposed to sympathize with the Na’vi. You are supposed to see things from their perspective, and maybe gain the ability to understand the complexity and harm that caused by all these big themes I mentioned above. A prevalent theme in The Way of Water is this long lasting trauma felt in these communities, especially displayed in Neytiri and her subsequent treatment of Spider. You are supposed to See, understand? That is moral greyness, something you the viewer knows that is wrong in a protagonist character, but you understand why and how they ended up there. You are torn.

And sometimes, the way you read or view a narrative that employs studious deracination allows you to look at yourself and your own biases more. Basically what I’m saying is sympathizing more with the recoms and Quaritch is more of a you thing, guys.

I’ll say this again, there is nothing wrong with finding them hot, villains are fun. I am a huge fan of Quaritch in the first movie, especially the scenes where he holds his breath to shoot at Trudy’s Sampson. He’s a great villain! But he is not redeemable. Quaritch not only is our main representation for all the genocide, colonialism, imperialism, and racism present in the themes and inspiration behind the script, but he also doesn’t do anything to deserve redemption?

For real world issues such as the ones Quaritch represents, there should be direct addresses and attempts to unlearn behaviors and make amends in order to redeem that character without presenting those issues as non-issues. Think Zuko in A:TLA. Direct amends, directly addressed, and no one has ever excuses his actions because he is the first to condemn them. What people think makes Quartich redeemable is being (questionably) nice to his son. That is entirely unrelated to what he needs to be redeemed for, and is therefore not relevant. Not to mention the mountains of Stockholm Syndrome, trauma, damage, and harm he actually did to that kid, but oh well. Don’t get me started on Quartich’s Lima Syndrome.

He still kidnaps and tries to kill many innocent children (even unrelated children, he didn’t know who the Sully’s were at first just random Na’vi kids and a human that he also kidnaps before knowing him, and he takes Tsireya captive at the end too) just to get to their dad, kidnaps Spider and takes him to be tortured (yes that’s his fault), manipulates Spider into helping the recoms (telling him he can stay and be tortured or come with them is not a choice, that is a manipulation tactic), kills the ilu to torture the Ta’unui, has the tulkun killed and displayed specifically to bait Jake and the Metkayina into a war, burns down the Ta’unui village, and tries to kill the Tsahík of the Ta’unui (important to note he had to have learned what a Tsahík was likely from Spider to have used to term, knew what she was to the clan and how important she was and choose her to target) and only didn’t because Spider begged for her life. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but guys. If he doesn’t kill a defenseless and random unrelated woman just because his own kid asks him not to, thats actually not good! It’s not a good reason! That’s not developing a moral compass actually! We can say all we want that old human Quaritch wouldn’t have stopped because of Spider: you don’t fucking know! Dude could have loved his kid so much and that was his whole driving reason to burn Hometree to the ground, so he could make it all nice for his kid. It actually just doesn’t make it okay or redeemable. It’s not morally grey, his morals are clear. He does not feel bad for what he’s done, that’s clear. Bad people can also like their kids, and also have slutty waists.

For the other recoms, I hope I do not have to explain that not a single one of them does a single thing to even suggest they could be redeemed. The fact that they were brought back does not bode well for their records. Lyle Wainfleet has now killed two named Avatar characters, he killed Seze in Avatar as well as Neteyam. Dude was pissed when Trudy didn’t let him help shoot at Hometree lol. The military industrial complex doesn’t need ur help with their image lol.

Again, go crazy go stupid for them all. But let’s remember the point of this whole thing here. The military genocide boys are not getting redeemed in Avatar, guys, and they are certainly not raising that kid.

#at least the billy stans let me do stuff before putting me on that blocklist #which was still incredibly funny #i reblogged it :)#i was gonna stay chill until we made it to 1k before i made the targeted decision to loose followers but oh well #needs must #and i really enjoy a good genocide villain discussion post #i find this redemption trend very sus and fascinating #white male villains get so much slack and its so so suspect #the people that asked for this post: i hope it's what u wanted besties #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #recoms #is he babygirl or did he just commit a warcrime??/#he can't babygirl his way out of this one!#miles spider socorro #tsireya #jake sully #trudy chacon #spider socorro #neytiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa does discourse #melissa is an english major

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the-girl-who-cried-wolf · 3 years

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It's All For You - C.B.

Why Don't We fanfic

I wrote another fic instead of doing homework (oops) so here it is. I used the song Lego House (by Ed Sheeran, but again there's a good cover by Hearts & Colours which I love). I've finally managed to write a fic that is actually sweet and happy, not my usual sad angst so that was fun! Hope you enjoy reading <3

Background: what's better than singing when you can't sleep?

Warnings: fluff (so soft omg)

Word Count: 1k

Your hand instinctively reached out across the bed as you woke, searching for warmth that wasn’t there. You turned you head to look at the clock beside your bed, the glow shining in your eyes and lighting up the time.

2:15 am

You sighed and rolled over onto your back, rubbing at your eyes. Where could Corbyn be? The desk in the corner of the room with his computer on it was vacant, and the blankets on his side of the bed had been tossed off. Slight worry began stirring in you, as he rarely got up in the middle of the night like this, not without waking you.

You sat up and pulled on one of his discarded hoodies, and set off to look for him. The cold floor of the kitchen seeped into your feet and the air brushed past your bare legs, making you shiver a little and pull the long sleeves down over your hands. Padding down the hallway, you made it to the little studio room near the end.

A light was glowing from the crack in the door, and Corbyn’s soft voice was drifting out with the sounds of a guitar too. You edged your way to the door and pushed it open a little more, watching your boyfriend sing, unaware of your presence.

I’m gonna pick up the pieces And build a Lego house

His headphones were fitted over his ears, blocking out all sounds but the guitar as his fingers deftly picked over the strings, mixing with the melody of his sweet voice. He was completely oblivious to you as he sang into the microphone set up in front of him.

My three words have two meanings There's one thing on my mind, it's all for you

A smile was growing on your face as you watched, swaying slightly to the beat. The open laptop on the desk in front of him illuminated the curves and angles of his face, eyes closed as he poured out his heart into the music.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down

You leant forward a little, bumping into the door which made it creak. Corbyn stopped mid strum and looked around at the noise, smiling when he saw it was you. He reached out a hand to tap pause on the laptop, and pulled the headphones down around his neck.

“Sorry Corbs, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You walked across the room towards him, arms curled around yourself as you yawned a little.

He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry love. And sorry if I woke you before.”

You dropped a kiss on his head, resting your arm on his shoulder. “No, you didn’t. I was just wondering where you were now. It’s late.”

“I know, I just… couldn’t sleep.”

You ran a hand through his hair, pressing another kiss to his forehead. He melted at your touch, eyes closing as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you close.

“You mind if I stay here with you?”

He leant back to look at your face and smiled a little. “Of course not. The sofa’s free if you want.”

You went to turn to go to the sofa, but his hand caught yours and gently tugged you back. “Can I have a kiss first?”

It was your turn to smile now as you leant down to your boyfriend, your lips meeting. He was so soft and warm, you could have kissed him all night but eventually you pulled back. He whispered a quiet “thanks” and let you go to the sofa as he pulled his headphones back on.

He began plucking the strings once more, the soothing rhythm echoing around you as you curled your legs up and hugged a cushion to your chest, tired eyes fixed on Corbyn as he starting singing again.

I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind I'll do it all for you in time

Watching your boyfriend do what he loves, singing these words with his beautiful voice made you so happy. The very sound of his voice sent a wave of warmth washing over you, like you were swimming in a sea of stars.

The soft tune was lulling you back to sleep, making your eyes flutter closed as he sang, his voice enveloping you in a soft blanket of dreams. He looked over at you as he sang, the smile hinting in his voice when he saw you all curled up in his hoodie, fast asleep. His eyes stayed on you, singing until the end of the song, dragging out the final note.

And out of all these things I've done I will love you better now

Corbyn placed the guitar down on its stand and switched everything off, dropping the headphones on the seat as he stood. He was careful to be quiet so he wouldn't wake you as he walked over, and gently scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You stirred a little from your slumber as he carried you down the hallway, shifting yourself closer to the warmth of his chest. Corbyn couldn’t stop a soft smile from creeping over his face as he looked down at you.

Carrying you into your shared bedroom, he gently placed you down on the bed, his hand smoothing the hair back from your face to place one last kiss on your temple. He pulled up the blankets for you then got into bed himself, scooting over closer so he could wrap his arms around you and tuck you in close to his chest. You stirred a little again, turning your head slightly.

“Did you sing that for me?” you mumbled with a smile, still half asleep.

“Yeah,” Corbyn said softly. “It’s all for you.”

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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What Are the Chances? [Part 2]

Looking up from your mind-blowingly delicious sandwich, there was no mistaking them – it’s that group of women from the other night. But what are the chances? (mamamoo x idol!reader)

part 2: the inkigayo sandwich (~1k words) (previous part here)

cw: food mention

Well, it was comeback promotions time at last. Fans loved the title track as you witnessed people tagging you incessantly on Instagram right after it came out at 6pm the night before. You tossed and turned in bed for almost all of last night, anxious about the upcoming live stages for all the music shows. Despite being a relatively “successful” professional, spending seemingly countless hours in the practice room both with and without your backup dancers, a sliver of performance anxiety always reared its ugly head in your mind during promotions. Oh well, sleep deprivation and funky schedules. Just part of the job, you figured.

Checking your phone to look at your schedule, you were filming for Inkigayo this morning and then the afternoon would be mostly taken up by a fansign event. A smile spread across your face while picturing a small venue filled with fans, getting to meet some of the faces behind all of the virtual love you were always shown online and on social media. But music show filming came first. Music shows were never your favorite, performing your title track to death in different outfits at the mercy of each show’s meticulous winning calculations. The only silver lining to music show filming was interacting with other artists, especially meeting ones you admired or ones you didn’t get to see often because of general busyness. Shit, I gotta get to the studio or I’m gonna be late. Tossing some essentials in a bag slung over your shoulder, you power-walked out the door to head to the train station.

Walking into the SBS building somehow felt calming. The anxiety that plagued you usually fell away by the time you arrived at performance venues, especially now that you had gone through this done this more than once. You made your way to your waiting room, passing by several rooms of other artists, hearing the general shuffle of preparation through the closed doors. Slowing down your pace while approaching your assigned room, a playfully loud “SOLAR-SSI!” came through the neighboring waiting room door. A smirk leapt your face, chuckling to yourself. Waiting room banter was prime behind-the-scenes content with the huge amount of downtime spent between filming, and fans always loved that stuff, whatever group that was.

The waiting room stay was chill, hair/makeup, styling, the whole shebang. Realizing there was time to kill between now and the actual filming time, you strolled over to the cafeteria. The Inkigayo sandwich was all the rage these days, but was the hype warranted? In what world could strawberry jam and egg salad be a good combination? Apparently this one. I guess I can’t knock it until I try it, though. You bought one and sat down at a table, the crinkly plastic making its typical ruckus against your ears while unwrapping the wacky sandwich from the plastic. Taking a bite into the plush white bread, your eyes instantly widened. Damn. It’s actually… really good. Smiling and shaking your head in disbelief, you continued munching on the sandwich while scanning the room to see who was promoting today. You recognized Baek Yerin and some miscellaneous EXO members with their backup dancers scattered around the cafeteria while continuing to look around.

Wait a moment. There was no mistaking them – it’s that group of women from the other night. But what are the chances?

Oh…my god. It’s Mamamoo. You made the connection with the sign you barely glanced at earlier, hung on the waiting room door neighboring yours. How the heck did your mind completely fail to recognize them the other night? You weren’t a huge fan or anything, but some of their chart-toppers were absolute bops. Their hard work and career arc begged deep, deep respect.

Do I get up and say something? But this is a work setting and I don’t actually know them… You felt intimidated and a bit star-struck, body heavy in your seat. Your interaction with them on that Friday night in Itaewon seemed far removed seeing them here and now.

You managed to get up and walk over to them with confidence, overtaken by a similar unidentifiable courage to the one you used to stand up to the Itaewon jerk a couple weeks prior.

“Uh… excuse me?” you said hesitantly while tapping the “mom” of the group on the shoulder. All the members turned, curious to see who talked to their leader. “I’m not sure if you remember me… I wasn’t dressed in all this,” gesturing to your stage outfit and face full of make-up. “But I think I ran into all of you in Itaewon a while ago?”

Recognition and shock flashed across all of their faces nearly simultaneously. Lots of hurried bowing and awkward chuckles ensued, finally formally introducing yourselves. Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein, and Hwasa were their names, as you learned through the exchange of KakaoTalk information.

“I honestly thought we’d never run into you again, I just figured a cool stranger decided to help us out,” said Hwasa, notably more friendly than she was back in Itaewon.

“But after you left I was like – ‘Damn, respect. Should’ve gotten your number’,” said Moonbyul, longingly. The rest of the members grimaced. You could tell this was just part of her charm, strangely attractive, as cringey as it was.

“And now we can all hang out and get to know you as a person and a musician!” exclaimed Wheein, with that same eager puppy energy.

Smiling and nodding in agreement, Solar added, “Good luck with your stage and your comeback promotions, I’m sure you’ve been working very hard.” A flush creeped into your cheeks, who was she to compliment your work ethic when you knew that Mamamoo were some of the most hardworking people in the industry?

“Backatyou,” you stammered, feeling your ears burn. Where’d that courage go? With all the composure you could muster, you asked them when they were free to hang out – obviously after promos were over. Everyone wanted fried chicken, of course. Setting up a tentative time and place to meet, you bid them goodbye to head back to your waiting room, your filming time fast-approaching.

Riding high from having introduced yourself to some industry legends who now knew you by name, you recorded the best live stage of your career thus far.

Again, what were the chances?

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nyxisuga · 3 years

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Evening with Kenma

genre: k.kozume x reader // fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: I just started writing this with no particular goal in mind, umm I haven’t read the manga so I don’t know what the characters are like post-timeskip. I know their general occupations but since I don’t really know their typical life-style, I kind of just made it up. Again I didn’t really plan anything, I just wanted to make a fic as Kenma’s s/o, just something short and sweet so I hope you enjoy :>

The evening was mostly pretty chill. I imagine spending time with Kenma would most definitely mean playing some of his favorite games and watching certin movies.

You wouldn’t really go anywhere, you’d both stay in the comfort of his home.

If Kuroo found out that the two of you were spending time together, he’d invite himself over, but that wouldn’t ruin your fun. If anything, it would make everything even more entertaining.

He’ll eventually leave to attend to his own responsibilities but you’ll stick around not wanting to go home just yet.

Kenma will try to close it off by getting food because he knows you have more important things to do but since his fridge was unexpectedly empty you’d have to go out to buy some.

The two of you had gone out to get food. You had already spent the day together at his house and you were gonna close it off by eating some ramen at your favorite park. It was nothing fancy, it was just a small business selling bowls of delicious food from a cart in the park but you had to admit, it was really good. Kenma ate about half of his before he stopped and took out his phone. “Are you gonna eat that,” you asked. “You can have some if you want,” he offered. “Leave a little for me though.” You took the bowl out of his lap and ate a portion of his ramen before giving it back to him. “Whatcha doing?” You leaned over to glance at his screen. “Just playing… you ready to go now?”

“You didn’t finish your ramen though,” you pointed out. “I’m full.”

“Hmph, then I’ll eat it.” You quickly finished off the rest of his food before returning the bowls to the cart. “Thank you,” you told the old woman running it. She bowed her head in response but eyed Kenma as the two of you departed. “It’s kinda late… you should be at home,” he said to you as you caught up. “It’s a Friday, it’s never ‘late,’” you argued. “I meant it’s dark and you shouldn’t be out here during that time…” he argued back but his tone was softer.

“We can go back to my place so you can pick your stuff up and I’ll drive you home.” His expression was monotonous but you could hear the insistence in his voice. The two of you walked in comfortable silence, counting the cars that passed you. Every once in a while you would tell each other how many cars you caught to see who had more. Kenma suddenly broke the silence with a question; “Are you doing anything tomorrow,” he asked instead. “No… why?”

“You wanna come over again? We could play this new game I got. I haven’t played it yet, I wanted to wait so we could start it together at the same time.” You smiled, “Sure.”

After a little while, you could tell you were close to his apartment. Suddenly you began to feel a light drizzle come down. Raindrops started to fall, tapping you on your eyelids and nose. The drizzle then turned into rain. “Ack!” You felt something be draped over your head. Kenma had put his hoodie over you for cover. You wanted to protest, knowing he needed it too but he grabbed your wrist and ran. “It’s not much farther,” he tried to reassure you. You ran until you finally arrived at the lobby of his apartment complex. The moment you escaped the rain, Kenma stopped his hands on his knees, breathing hard. “You good?” He nodded through his breaths. He recollected himself after a moment. “Sorry.”

“Here.” You wrapped the hoodie’s sleeves around his neck and draped the rest of it over his shoulders.

“You have no stamina,” you teased. He looked away, blushing. “You know, I’m not used to you being this close to me,” he said. “Sorry…” You stepped back, trying to give him some space.

As soon as you were inside your apartment, You plopped down on his couch and checked your clothes. They were damp. Kenma disappeared into his room. Moments later he came back out. “Here.” He tossed you something. When you caught it you found it was a pair of his sweats and an old short sleeve shirt from his high school. “Put those on, I’m gonna go change,” He disappeared again, closing his bedroom door this time.

You quickly changed into the new clothes he gave you. They were much bigger than you expected them to be. His shirt hung loosely over your legs and his sweats practically dragged on the floor. You sat back down on his couch. “I’m done,” you called. Moments later, Kenma came out of his bedroom in his pajamas and sat down next to you. Getting a closer look at the patterns on his shirt you laughed. “Kitten pajamas?” Kenma blushed once more. “They’re old, Kuroo picked them out without my consent,” he hissed. “There there.” Your tone was mocking. Kenma let out a huff. You stroked your hand on the top of his head, it was something you did often that actually worked when you wanted him to calm down. “Your hands are cold,” he said. You were about to respond, probably to tease him again but he leaned over you and grabbed a blanket from your side. He draped it over the two of you and pulled you closer to his chest. The comfort made you drowsy but you still managed to blush through it all. “I might not be used to you being this close to me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it,” he said softly. He noticed your head bobbing, an effort you made to stay awake. “I don’t think the rain is going to stop anytime soon… and we’re most definitely not going to drive through that to get you home, so… just rest here for a little bit.” You gave in to exhaustion. Everything about the setting made you sleepy. The pattering of the rain on the windows, the warm comfort of the blanket and being held by Kenma, and his soothing voice that finally urged you to sleep, which you did.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on you in return. “Kenma,” you murmured half asleep. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too n/n,” he whispered back.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kenma imagine #kozume x reader #nekoma #kenma kozume #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff #kenma hcs #kenma headcanons

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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"You just want to get back to your Zuko fan fiction.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.2K

a/n: Well, in true Liv fashion, this was supposed to be like 1K words and here we are. But like, I kinda actually like this one?? It’s just pure fucking fluff y’all, Yoon and Kid have known each other for two weeks, have seen each other twice before this fic and they’re just so fucking smitten. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading :))

SNOW blew around outside the café, the faces of people passing by tucked underneath scarfs, buried in hats and mittens as they brusquely made their ways to their destinations.

The edges of the window were getting foggy from the warmth of the indoors as you took a sip of your coffee, looking down at the notebook you were jotting in. It was a slow afternoon. And your mind was taken up by the man who had been texting your phone for the past two weeks.

Two weeks. It was a short amount of time when putting it into perspective. But the days dragged as you anticipated the moment you’d finally be able to see Yoongi again. One date was all it took for you to be hooked on him. The texts were frequent, and the conversations were fun, but it didn’t take care of the desire to see him and be in his presence.

The last message you received from him was about twenty minutes ago. After confirming that you were yet again at this café you frequented, he told you, “I hope you grabbed a heavy coat like I told you to, it’s supposed to snow.” That was the last you heard from him.

The fact that he didn’t know it was already snowing for a couple of hours told you he had been locked inside his studio for most of the day, just like he had been for two weeks. The man had already given you several outs, warning you that his recent hectic schedule wasn’t unusual. Each time you told him to stop, reminding him, “I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.”

The truth was that you were so enchanted by the man already that you really didn’t think you could cut things off with him. His schedule was a slight concern, but you knew what you were signing up for, and you were never one to need constant attention anyway.

Taking another sip of your drink, the café door swung open, the whistling of the wind whipping through the interior, a chill hitting your skin. Your eyes slowly found the intruder who had disrupted the otherwise quiet café, your gaze first setting on their hands as they pulled the door shut, the sounds of the wind muting once again. Uninterested, but observing anyway, you noticed his arms were covered in just a sweatshirt, definitely not suited for the wind and snow.

Your eyes lingered on the body for a moment longer as you found the man’s face, delayed shock settling into your features as you realized you were staring at the one and only Min Yoongi, looking adorably disheveled as he shivered in his spot. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you shot him a confused expression. He quickly pointed his gaze to the floor, a small smile forming as he began to walk toward you, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his top. His bleached hair was windblown and slightly damp from the snow, his plush cheeks tinted pink from the chill. He was stunning, and as he neared your table, your heart pounded at the knowledge that he was there for you.

When he appeared in front of you, you stared at him with wide eyes. “Uhh, hi,” you greeted through a small laugh, the confusion still settled into your face. Closing your notebook, you asked, “what are y-”

“Hey Kid,” he mumbled, holding back a grin though you could see his composure slipping. “This seat taken?”

Your elbows on the table, you propped your chin atop your hands, looking up at him amusedly. “Did you practice that line on your way here?” You teased, the shock wearing off, though your grin stayed plastered to your face. At your comment, Yoongi’s lips curved into a gummy grin as he silently chuckled. “Sit down,” you gestured to the seat with your eyes, trying to conceal your giddiness though you were sure you were failing. “What are you doing here?”

Taking a seat, he shrugged, setting his forearms on the table as he peered at you, his eyes scanning your features but not meeting your gaze. “I needed a break,” he said nonchalantly, the small smile lingering on his lips knowingly.

“Oh, a break? So that meant walking how long from the studio to get here?” You asked, your fingers covering your mouth slightly to try to hide the smile that just wouldn’t go away.

“Exercise is good for you,” he told you matter-a-factly with a head nod, avoiding your question.

“Mhmm,” you agreed dismissively, placing your hands on the table. “How long?”

Letting out a sigh, he leaned against the back of the chair. “Only about 15 minutes.”

“In that?” You gestured out the window with a nod of your head. “The audacity of you lecturing me on wearing a coat when you’re walking around in a sweatshirt,” you scolded, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

As you shook your head at him, he looked down at the table, tentatively reaching across to take your hand in his. His fingers toyed with your own for a moment before he quietly admitted, “I wanted to see you.”

Your gaze lingered on his hand with yours, the feeling of his skin on yours sending heat throughout your entire body despite the cold temperature of his hand. Letting out a sigh, you smirked. “Do you want a drink?”

Yoongi’s eyes found yours for a moment, shaking his head as he withdrew his hand, placing it around your cup. “I’ll just have some of yours.”

You smiled, raising your eyebrows expectantly. “You’re gonna hate that,” you told him as he brought it to his lips.

As soon as the drink coated his mouth, he cringed on impact. “Shit, that’s sweet,” he complained, you biting your lip to hold back your amusement.

“I told you,” you pointed out with a giggle, reaching out to take the drink from him, bringing it to your own mouth. Setting it down, you both sat in silence for a moment, Yoongi looking around the surroundings of the café as you stared at him, taking in his chilled appearance.

Without a word, you grabbed your wallet off the table and stood up. “What are you doing?” Yoongi asked immediately, looking up at you.

“Getting you a drink,” you told him as you prepared to walk away, though Yoongi reached for your hand stopping you.

He shook his head dismissively. “I’m ok, Kid.”

“Just let me buy you a damn coffee,” you complained, Yoongi smiling at your annoyed expression.

His smile faded, however, as he looked at his hand holding yours. “I only have about twenty minutes before I need to head back though.”

You observed his melancholic expression, his apparent frustration tugging on your heart. A feeling of protectiveness washed over you, and before you could comprehend your actions, you found yourself with your free hand on his shoulder as you leaned toward him. Your lips touched his adorable cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to his soft skin, Yoongi’s hand squeezing yours in response. “You’ll just have to drink it fast then.”

You pulled your hand from his and walked toward the counter, leaving Yoongi sitting at the table, flustered and surprised, the red in his cheeks no longer just caused by the cool weather.

You could feel Yoongi’s gaze on you as you ordered him an Americano, and after paying you leaned against the counter, directing your eyes to the man sitting across the room. He shook his head at you, a smile tugging on his lips, spreading into a full gummy grin when you stuck your tongue out at him.

When neither of you looked away, an impromptu staring contest ensued, Yoongi holding back a grin as he scrunched his nose, feigning determination. His eyes got wider as the air made them drier and when he blinked you giggled. The man squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them and looking at you with a cute smile, shaking his head again.

The barista handed you his coffee and you quickly made your way back to him, setting it on the table in front of him.

Avoiding eye contact, he whispered a quick but sweet, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you told him with a smile, watching him as he took a drink, his eyes directed out the window.

Without looking at you, he nodded his head toward your notebook that sat on the tabletop, pushed to the side. “What do you write in there?”

You feigned a gasp, Yoongi quickly looking at you with widened eyes. “That’s personal,” you teased with a grin, Yoongi hiding his smile behind another drink of the coffee. “I don’t know, a bit of everything,” you told him, placing a hand on top of the journal. “Poems that don’t rhyme, childhood memories, how much I love a good pancake,” Yoongi smiled fondly, a single breathy laugh leaving his mouth, “I jot down my favorite quotes, mostly from movies and books. I have a few song lyrics in here too.”

“Your own?” He asked curiously.

“No, no,” you quickly shook your head. “I can’t rhyme, remember? That’s all you, Min.”

Yoongi chuckled as his eyes found yours. “What were you writing before I interrupted you?”

“A welcomed interruption,” you corrected him. “And just a scholarly article about why Zuko is the best Avatar character.”

“Oh, hands down,” Yoongi told you, almost impassioned, screwing up his face as if to say ‘obviously’.

You sat back, letting out a light gasp as you whispered, “soulmates,” Yoongi chuckling.

He paused a moment, looking back at the journal and keeping his eyes there as you peered at his soft features. You could tell he was trying to work up the courage to ask you something so you decided to save him and try to boost his confidence by showing him something in your journal.

You grabbed the notebook and flipped through the pages until you found a messy excerpt, smirking to yourself as you turned it toward him and gestured at it with a nod of your head. He raised his eyebrows, unsure if he should actually read it. “Read,” you told him.

He directed his eyes to the page, noticing that the passage was about how grilled cheese is one of the best comfort foods, and he looked up at you with his eyebrows pulled together though he was laughing. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion, looking at the page, “Oh, no, this down here,” you giggled, pointing to the bit of writing at the bottom of the page in the corner.

Yoongi looked again, and when he looked up at you, his eyes were wide and so soft, dripping with honey as you smiled bashfully. “Those are mine,” he pointed out, you nodding in response.

The lyrics were from the not even one minute and thirty second song, ‘140503 at Dawn’ off his mixtape, Agust D.

I always prepare two masks Hiding my true self Behind the defensive image I thoroughly hide myself

“The night after we met and I listened to your mixtape,” you told him.

“You actually wrote these down?” He asked rhetorically, mostly out of disbelief.

You smiled softly. “Yeah, I just had a bomb grilled cheese and I was listening to your mixtape and those lyrics jumped out at me. I just wrote them down real quick.”

He paused thoughtfully for a moment, thinking about the lyrics and why those were the ones you chose to write down. “Is that my only appearance in there?” He suddenly asked you shyly, but he looked you in the eyes with a sort of newfound confidence.

“Honest answer?” You asked, Yoongi watching you intently. “No.” He gave you a soft smile with a little nod of his head. “Even more honest answer? You’re probably in here too much,” you admitted as you shut the journal. “And not just your lyrics.”

As you tucked the journal into your bag, you chewed on your lip before looking at him, catching him staring at your face. “You’ve been taking up a lot of my thoughts the past two weeks, Min.”

With that he sighed, dropping his gaze to his cup, placing his hands around the paper container. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to take you out for a second date.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, drawing Yoongi’s eyes back to your face. “This is a lovely second date. I got you an Americano,” you smirked before taking a drink of your own coffee.

He chuckled, nodding his head. “It’s great, thank you,” he told you, his mind still focused on his guilt. “I’ve wanted to see you,” he told you. “We got done recording a bit ago and I went back to my studio to work but I just couldn’t focus.” He paused, but you didn’t speak, giving him the time to gather his thoughts and proceed. “You told me you were here again and I just-” he smiled softly. “I just started walking.”

“I’m a distraction,” you joked, Yoongi scoffing immediately. “What?”

“You’re the opposite of a distraction,” he told you, making you tilt your head expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate. “I’ve been writing so many lyrics since meeting you I’m gonna start running out of tracks to put them to,” he smiled shyly.

You tried to hold back the smile that was quickly spreading across your face, placing your hand over your mouth to conceal it. Yoongi let out a small chuckle at himself as he took a drink of his coffee.

“You don’t need to apologize, you know that, right?” You posed, Yoongi looking at you intently. “Like yeah, you’ve been on my mind a lot, but I understand. I know what I’m signing up for with you. And it’s not like I’m waiting by the door for you to take me out. I want you, Yoongi, I don’t need you.”

His mouth hung open slightly as he comprehended your words before sticking his tongue to the corner of his mouth, letting it linger on his bottom lip a moment, his mouth forming into a smirk.

“I know you’re good on your own,” he nodded. “But my time is yours if you want it.”

“I want it,” you assured him with a smirk of your own. He slowly nodded as he took a drink of the coffee. “And ditto,” you told him, his eyebrows raising from behind the cup.

“Ditto,” he snorted. “This is peak romance isn’t it?”

“It is,” you said with a giggle. Yoongi grabbed his phone, turning the screen on to check the time. When he let out a sigh, you asked, “time to go?”

“Yeah,” he frowned.

Looking outside the window, you reached for your coat. “At least it stopped snowing,” you noted before you nodded to the door. “I’ll walk you out.”

Stepping outside the café, you looked up and down his frame, shooting him a pointed glare. “A fucking sweatshirt,” you complained, Yoongi smiling at you, his hair blowing around slightly in the wind. Pulling your black and blue plaid scarf from your coat pocket, you handed it out to him. “Take my scarf.”

Taking a step back he shook his head. “No, you need-

“Take the scarf, Min.”

“No, what about you?” He asked as you stepped closer to him.

“Well I have an annoying honey boy who reminds me to bring coats everywhere I go so I’m good,” you reminded him with a smirk as you reaching up, draping the scarf around his neck. “The issue is my honey boy doesn’t listen to his own advice, so take the damn scarf.”

“You’re bossy,” he smiled, quite enjoying being called your honey boy, peering at you as you wrapped the scarf around him.

“Get used to it,” you told him, biting back a smile.

“See? Still bossing.” He teased as you secured the scarf in front of his neck.

You smirked. “Well, now you have to see me again. So you can return it,” you told him as you continued to mess with the clothing, fluffing it unnecessarily, using it as an excuse to stay close to him.

Yoongi scoffed, your eyes glancing to his at the sound. “You think I need an excuse to see you again?” He asked with a smirk. “As if I don’t think of you constantly anyway.” You smiled at the comment, and he shook his head. “You have a way of getting under people’s skin, you know that? I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”

His comment had you swooning inside, though you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. “Be cool, Min, damn,” you smirked, Yoongi shooting you a playful glare making you giggle as his hand found your waist, though the touch was barely there through your puffy coat.

“I think the scarf is situated,” he smiled, chuckling at you as if was then your turn to playfully glare.

“Well I’d be able to stop fucking with it if you’d kiss me already,” you sassed, Yoongi’s eyes falling to your lips for a moment.

“Bossy,” he whispered, you smiling amusedly. “Can I?” He asked, his eyes flickering to your lips again.

“Yeah,” you barely spoke out as your own orbs fell to his mouth.

Yoongi allowed his eyes to wander around your face for a moment before bringing his other arm around your waist, smiling as he closed the gap between you, connecting his mouth with yours. While one of your hands clasped the scarf, your other hand slid up to cup his jaw as you melted into the kiss. You opened your mouth against his but neither of you deepened the kiss, simply enjoying the feel of your lips on each other’s.

He slowly pulled his mouth from yours just the tiniest bit, leaving two sweet pecks to your lips before setting his forehead against yours, smirking at you.

“Maybe I don’t have to go back to work,” he said, making you giggle as you lowered your head, Yoongi’s lips connecting with your forehead for a moment before you stood up straight, stepping back a bit from him.

Patting his face gently with your hand you gestured down the sidewalk. “Get back to the studio, Min.”

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as his eyes traveled your face once more. “Want to get rid of me, huh?” He teased, removing an arm from your waist and pulling your hand from his face, easily intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Oh shush,” you rolled your eyes. “I know I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

“Yeah, yeah, you just want to get back to your Zuko fan fiction,” he smiled, you throwing your head back in laughter.

“Maybe so, wanna read it when it’s done?” You posed, Yoongi chuckling.

“Yeah actually, do you think you’ll have it done by tomorrow night?” He asked, running his thumb soothingly along the side of your hand.

“I think I can make tomorrow night work. My place?” Yoongi raised his eyebrows but nodded. “I’ll send you my address.”

“I’ll see you then, Kid,” he told you, reluctantly letting go of your hand as he began backing away, both of your hands falling to your thighs at the release.

“See you then,” you smiled. “Don’t write too many songs about me,” you teased him, Yoongi laughing shyly.

“Yeah, no promises,” he smiled happily before turning around and making his way down the sidewalk. You watched him leave, already counting down the hours until you’d see him again.

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brattyfics · 4 years

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A fluffy one pretty please with EZ: "Hey pretty girl, do you come here often?" "Well, I live here so I think I have to say yes" but plot twist, they are married ;D and the best power couple in the world

Summary: "Hey pretty girl, do you come here often?" "Well, I live here so I think I have to say yes"; Angst: "If you don't hold me/hug me right now, I think I might fall apart" paired with top of head kisses and just gentleness EZ. Pairing: EZ Reyes x Reader Warnings: Emotionally constipated reader as always. Word count: 1K

I combined two of your prompts together to make this one. Hope you enjoy.

You stood in the center of your kitchen, chopping peppers and onions in preparation for dinner. Your children could be heard chasing each other around in the next room but you were too exhausted to bother with chastising them. As long as they didn’t hurt each other, you’d let them have their fun.

While you focused on making dinner, you unintentionally tuned them out. The last week had been beyond stressful. Without Ezekiel at home your household chores increased by tenfold. Angel, Coco, and Gilly were on the run as well so they couldn’t help out. That left you with Felipe who did the best he could while also running his shop. He allowed you to drop the kids off with him for a little while at the shop one night, but other than that, they were with you all week long. To make matters worse, they had after school activities that had you running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.

The pot sizzled as your veggies sauteed in the pan. In the distance, the rumble of EZ’s bike signaled his return. It wasn’t until you heard the kids screaming that you noticed the sound.

“Papa!”

“Papí’s home!”

“Daddy!”

They rushed to the kitchen to ask for your permission to open the door. Cued by your nod they took off, slinging it open in excitement. If you knew them like you thought, they had latched themselves onto him before he even got off his bike

The pack of hellions made their way inside; Ezekiel held a child on each hip, the biggest of the brood on his heels, little hands clenched around the chain that hung from his pants. As grumpy as you were, you couldn’t help but smile at the picture they made. Unfortunately, it didn’t meet your eyes.

EZ saw the stress all over your face the moment he laid eyes on you and wanted to lessen the tension. He put your children down to stand on their own despite their protests, swaggering into the kitchen to greet you. He wore his signature Colgate smile.

“Hey pretty girl.” You met him halfway, arms wrapping around his midsection as he leaned in for a kiss. “You come here often?” He joked when you broke the kiss, turning to stir your veggies.

You snorted. “Being that I live here, I’m afraid I have to say yes.”

“Don’t sound so excited.” He said sarcastically, dropping a kiss on top of your head. You ignored him, focusing on cooking.

EZ could tell when you were off and he definitely felt the chill of ice. Normally you were as excited to see him as the kids. He sighed before his strong hands went to work on your shoulders, slowly melting you in his embrace.

You allowed yourself to relax a little, your head falling back to rest against his chest. He planted kisses on your forehead, whispering how much he missed you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at the sound of your children giggling. You wink at them over his shoulders as you turn to hug his neck.

He kissed you again but nothing about it was sweet. Passion and pent up frustration fueled the kiss, tongues clashing as you took it out on each other.

Your kids ran off screaming how gross you both were. You broke apart, laughing at their antics.

“What are we gonna do with our kids, mami?”

You poked a finger at his chest. “The way they wore me out this week, they’re your children. You might as well call Bishop now and tell him you’re busy for the next few days. It’s my turn to disappear for a week.”

You felt bad when he frowned at your choice of words. He wasn’t a bad father by any means. In fact, when he was around he pretty much handled most things. Still, those long stretches on the road took a major toll on you.

You attempted to soothe him, stroking his goatee. “I’m sorry, papa. I don’t mean it. I’m just tired.”

“I understand, mamí.” He held you close, swaying the two of you from side to side while you tried your best to relax.

A minute later you let him go with a sigh to focus on dinner. Like the true life partner he was, he stayed with you in the kitchen, grabbing things from the cabinets as you needed them and washing the dishes as you went. The work was finished twice as quick and you couldn’t help but feel so relieved he was home.

He plated the food for the kids, setting the dinner table with their utensils and drinks. He yelled for them to come to the dining room and was helping the smallest of your pack into a chair when you entered with your own plates. You set his down and then your own, settling down into your seat for dinner.

The children excitedly chattered a mile a minute, trying to summarize their week in thirty minutes. As sweet as it all was, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed so you excused yourself.

You go to your shared bedroom, reveling in the quiet. You were resentful of EZ leaving you lonely, pissed off at Bishop keeping him away, but most of all, frustrated with yourself for folding under pressure.

The knob twisted and EZ entered, a concerned look on his face. “Mamí, what’s wrong?”

You shrug, unsure of how to explain it. You weren’t alone, you knew that, but you felt lonely at times. He approaches you, big arms spread wide in preparation for a bear hug. You wanted nothing more in the moment than to be held, but your defense mechanism of pushing people away when they get too close kicks in, and you take a step back.

“I don’t want a hug right now.” I need one though.

“Well, I do.” He grinned, not allowing you to close yourself off to him. It was one of the many things that made you fall in love with EZ. He never gave up on you. Knowing it was what you needed even though you wouldn’t say it, he spoke.

“I’ve had to go a whole week without your hugs and kisses, and now you’re acting like I have leprosy.” You didn’t move when he took his next steps forward. “If you don’t hug me right now, I might fall apart. Can you live with that on your conscience?”

You pretend to think about it, tilting your head to the side. He grabs you by the waist, tickling your sides and with an uncontrollable giggle, you finally fall into your man’s arms, allowing him to comfort you.

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janiedean · 3 years

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Amazing how you can erase and twist everything someone says and not even bother to check things before launching in your 1000 words answer where you repeat the same things over and over again. When I say “Theon’s story is about destroying death”, I AM talking about his trauma and abuse. I’m not saying that Theon is a superhero, I’m saying that Theon’s story is literally about surviving and saying no to the dying of light, he’s always been trapped between life and death. How is that less meaningful than Jon being AA just because he’s special. Jon is stereotypical, not matter how much you deny it. He is the bastard son of the “good” Ned Stark that everyone seems to venerate, he becomes important, he’s actually a prince, and heir to the kingdom, he’s going to come back from the dead and apparently it’s not enough because he’s also AA. Also “I search for AA and see only Snow”, how is that not a red flag? Didn’t you think that it could be about Ramsay hiding Theon? I didn’t say that everything is about mythology and ancient literature, I said Theon has a lot of connections to it, connections that are hard not to notice, that actually make sense and are not taken out of nowhere like everyone in this fandom does. Theon’s story is about himself, not about Bran or any Stark, you’re just obsessed with throbb. Theon is connected to magic and to the gods, Theon is the rightful king of the Iron Islands, so why it’s so amusing to people when someone suggests that Theon has something to do. I’m not saying that Theon has to be important for his story to count, but why it’s so amusing to people the idea that Theon is an abuse and rape victim and at the same time he has something to do. When it comes to female victims, they want them to do great things, when it comes to Theon they constantly reduce him to poor say boy, but Theon is not like that, Theon is in pain and he wants everything to end, but he’s also angry and he wants to be free. I didn’t say that he has to explore the sea because he’s an Ironborn, you said that, not me. I think that that’s something Book!Theon would want to do if he survives everything. Because he would be free and he would go into the unknown. That’s not true Theon has no connection to the sea, the Drowned God himself wants him as king and he likes ships, there’s also the fact that he never learned how to use a ship because he was kidnapped at 10. Also what’s so wrong about him connecting with his culture? He could change things, he wouldn’t be a viking, he would be an explorer. The way you talk about it, it’s like dealing with trauma means closing himself in an house. And about the prophecy, what’s so amusing about saying that Theon has a lot that fits? I know that the prophecy is vague, but Davos and Stannis don’t come close to it as Theon does. Theon died in almost every possible way and managed to come back on his own. He keeps saying that he died in Winterfell. Read the last chapters in ACOK, it’s all there and it all happens at the same time, and still there’s so much more, so many things. And it’s like this HAS to be true, but you say no to everything, you don’t even think that he has something to do with the Iron Islands, you just think he has to “atone” to Bran, so how are you different from D&D? Theon doesn’t have to atone to Bran, Robb or anyone else called Stark, his story is about identity. And Bran is talking to Theon and yes, Theon took Winterfell, but it’s not the only reason their stories are connected, Theon taking Winterfell from Bran was a foreshadowing to them interacting in the future for different more important reasons, that was always clear to me

... anon never mind that I hadn't talked about this in ages so like you came into my inbox with some 500 words of replying at 8 am on a sunday morning and idk how *I* am supposedly twisting things when

you brought this out of nowhere

I hadn't talked about the AA thing nor anything wrt theon's ending in like... a year

you are basically making up half of what I said or didn't because like 'oh I didn't say he had a tying to the sea because he's an ironborn' but two lines later you say 'what's the issue if he reconnects with his ancestry' which.... means that he'd have a tie to the sea because he's an ironborn so what's the truth here

'you're obsessed with throbb' I didn't mention robb once in my entire answer nor throbb nor I have written throbb meta recently like... I ship throbb but I don't see how that has any relevance to an answer where I literally didn't mention it and I said theon's sl can't be just about the starks

idk why you seem to think I have great stakes re jon snow and 'he's stereotypical no matter how much you say he's not', I'm saying that for a chosen one archetype he's a deconstruction so he's not stereotypical in the way h*rry p*tter is or aragorn is or whatever and it's like objective text and honestly I have fic to write and stuff to do and I could have like completely ignored your ask and said 'I think you're wrong' instead yesterday I spent half an hour answering you like... you don't need to sound that aggressive or come at me with this entire block of text when I wasn't even the one starting this conversation

what’s so amusing about saying that Theon has a lot that fits?

anon I explained in those 1k reply or whatever all the reasons why everything theon has that fits is something every single other character has at that point dany has the exact same reasons for fitting it and I told you all the reasons why jon has extra things that fit that no one else has, like.... it's my opinion, I haven't changed my mind since 2012 on it, you aren't going to change it and no one is until grrm writes different, you don't need to convince me or look for me to validate your reading because you can have whichever reading you want and no one stops you, I just don't think it's correct, the end

The way you talk about it, it’s like dealing with trauma means closing himself in an house.

anon you keep on saying I say that but you are aware that if I say I want char X to get their little house in the village/woods/city of their choice and grow strawberries with their loved ones and be happy I'm not saying what you said and I'm talking abt endgame? jaime and brienne both also deal with trauma and when I say that I hope they get married on tarth have fifteen kids and never set foot in a court again I'm not saying having children is the only way to deal with trauma like.... one thing is the endgame one thing is how you get there, where did I say theon is gonna lock himself in a cottage in wow and stay there until ados? nowhere, like.... please a bit of chill here? you read a thing and arbitrarily decided it meant stuff it doesn't mean but I am the one twisting and erasing? like sorry but it sounds like you want a fight about it or smth and believe me fighting about who is AA is not on my list of to-do things for today, also 'I died in winterfell' is like... yeah, theon greyjoy died in wf then he became reek then he became theon again, it's metaphorical, jon literally died, also like if AA wasn't a main fiver then it'd probably be someone completely out of left field that no one gaf about and for that matter there's a character who has been dying and coming back to life who has a flaming sword since like acok, but do I see you telling me it's textual proof beric is AA? no, but that would make more textual sense than theon imvho so *shrug*

in short: anon sorry but it sounds like being that theon is your fave - which... I mean he's in my top three so I agree that he's a great fave choice - you want him desperately to have the main role in the main storyline which is imvho not the case and again... even if jon was stereotypical (which we can argue on but like... from your wording I think you hate jon ngl which fair enough everyone has their dislikes) it wouldn't make the textual evidence less evidence and like... idk how to say it nicely but not liking the protagonist is more common than not and if you don't whatever but that doesn't mean he's not and that the textual stuff indicating he has the mystical hero storyline doesn't exist, I'd suggest you make peace with that concept and with the concept that your fave doesn't need to have any specialness in their sl to be a legitimate fave, also like... in asoiaf everyone who is special™ has a shit life and when grrm says he wants a bittersweet ending like in lotr, do I have to remind anyone what was lotr's ending? samwise gamgee goes back to his little house and children and wife in the shire and says he's home and we're all happy that the dude who deserved it most got it great, if that's what he's aiming for I really don't think presuming everyone gets the magical great™ storyline is in the cards X°D but most of all: again, everyone who's had a sl being full of magic prophecies and shit in these books has had a crap life and hated every second of it that was related to those prophecies and I want theon to be happy at the end so in lack of any imvho text proof that says it's anyone but jon I'll stick with that because it means none of my faves is in line to hate their life, which is exactly what happens to jon if he's AA and exactly what I think is gonna happen and I don't particularly like that for him either bc I do want jon to have nice things but idt he'll get them, doesn't mean I'm trying to find any textual reason to decide on my own that AA is dany (a char I care a lot less about) so that she gets the brunt of it because that's now how it works, I made peace with it too X°D

#1 #2 #34 #5 #6 #anonymous #ask post #ch: theon greyjoy #ch: jon snow #honestly anon i'd ask myself why you're so invested in this you're looking for a fight #bc that's how you sound like #*shrug*#peace

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 4 years

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May Flowers Challenge Day 21

Prompt: “I didn’t know where else to go” + “I’m not going anywhere” requested by Anon

Pairing: John Constantine x Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Off-screen abuse and talk about it

You shivered a little in the chill of the night air, drawing your arms around your knees tighter and huddling up on the low step in front of the block of flats. In hindsight, you should’ve worn something warmer, but you hadn’t expected to find yourself here either. Just something else to add to the list of your fuck-ups, you figured. Forehead resting on your knees, you weren’t aware of a man approaching until he spoke.

“Y/N? What you doin’ here, luv?” John asked as he came to a stop in front of you.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you admitted in a whisper, face cast in shadows as you looked up to him.

In comparison John was illuminated by the streetlight, looking down at you with a confused frown. “What happened?”

“I…” You stopped, shaking your head. “Can we go inside? Please?”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” John reached out to help you up, hands supporting your exposed forearm. “Christ, luv, you’re knobbling! How long’ve you been out here?”

“What time is it?”

“Just gone twelve.”

“Oh.” Had you really been sitting outside for so long? “Five hours, maybe.”

“Jesus. C’mon, let’s get you in.” John guided you around and stepped forward to unlock the main door to the flats. “You could’ve text.”

“Phone’s broken.”

John looked over his shoulder at you, ushering you inside in front of him. The entryway was a dirty white, the sole decoration a photo of some flowers homed in a skewed, broken frame. A bare bulb hung over your heads, buzzing quietly and flickering threateningly every so often. It had been like that for years now it seemed.

“Luv?” John snapped you out of your half-daze, and without thinking you turned to face him. Now in the light, John’s eyes dragged over the ugly colored bruise that was blossoming around your eye, the cut on your lip and the remnants of dried blood on your chin, down to the finger-shaped bruises around your wrists.

You didn’t need to explain. The rage said he knew.

“I’m gonna bloody kill him! Then I’m gonna drag him back to life and kill him all over again! Hell’s gonna seem like paradise by the time I’m good and done!”

“No!” John was already in the process of heading back out when you grabbed his hand. “No.”

“I can’t let him get away with this, Y/N. Not with hurting you.”

“Please. Not tonight. Please.”

The anger slipped away into something softer and his free had released the door. “Alright, luv.”

“Thank you.”

John nodded, “Let’s get you upstairs so I can take a proper look at you.”

You followed John up the few floors that led to his flat, and stepped inside once he had the door unlocked. It was a mess, as it always was, but it felt more like home than your own place. The click of the lock sliding into place sent relief down your spine, your shoulders slumping with it.

"C'mon, let me have a see." John sat you down by the kitchen table, and set about carefully cleaning away the dried blood.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Y'know, we're usually doing this the other way around."

"You always know just how to look after me. About time I returned the favour, eh? Wish it wasn't like this though."

"Me too."

John smiled sadly. "This looks worse than it is. It'll be fine," he said, examining the cut on your lip. He produced some painkillers and a glass of water, passing them over. "Take these."

"Rather something stronger."

"Not sure that's wise, luv."

"Since when has John Constantine done anything wise?"

"Since he had to take care of the one person who gives a rat's arse about him, the same person he loves most."

You managed to summon up a smile, "I love you too. I'd be lost without you."

John tutted, "Bah, don't be getting all sentimental on me," he joked.

"Me? Sentimental? Never!" He was the only person who could make you laugh during the worst of times. Standing, you wrapped your arms around him, "Thank you."

"Anything for you." John squeezed you gently, letting you hold onto him. "Wanna talk about what happened?"

"Not tonight."

"Alright. Let's go sit down?"

"Yeah."

Joining John on his ratty old couch, you leaned into his side, not wanting to lose the contact. Resting your head on his shoulder, John wrapped his arm around you, softly running his fingers up and down your arm. He flicked on the TV, and together you watched the reruns of an old 80's sitcom in silence.

Your thoughts were running wild though, jumping from one thing to the next, refusing to slow down and let you rest.

Three episodes in you had to voice them.

"What am I going to do, John? I'll have to go back there tomorrow, I need my things. He's going to be there waiting, I know it. He'll try and get to me to stay, to forgive him. What happens if he won't let me leave again? Or if he…he…"

"He won't." John shifted and made you look at him. "He ain't gonna lay a finger on you, or try any of his crap."

"How-"

"Because I'll be right there with you, luv. And if he even looks your way I'll turn him into the flea he is and squash him. Can't promise I won't do that anyway."

You chuckled softly, sniffing and wiping away a stray tear. "Thanks."

"Course. If you want you can stay here till your back up on your feet."

"Are you sure?"

"It ain't much, but what's mine's yours if you want."

Nothing sounded better. He couldn't lead a more dangerous life, but you'd always felt safe with John. "I'd like that."

John kissed your forehead and pulled you back into him. Automatically, you curled into it, letting your eyes flutter shut. "I do love you, John. I wish we'd met before I met him."

"Now you're just flattering me, luv."

"I mean it."

Another forehead kiss, "If I'd known that I'd have turned him into a flake and tossed him to the gulls."

You couldn't help it, you snorted a laugh. "I wouldn't be opposed if you still did that."

"It can be arranged."

You looked up at him, still smiling. "Will you stay with me tonight? While I sleep. I don't want to be alone."

"I'm not going anywhere, luv. I'll be right where you want me."

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haikyuuscreaming · 4 years

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hello!! can you write something fluff with kenma, please? some friends to lovers if possible. loving your blog 💕💕

OH SHIT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SDFSDFJKD this is. 3.5k words roughly and im so sorry idk why my fics always come out longer than 1k words :(((

The first time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s hiding behind the wall that is Kuroo Tetsurou and you’re both in your first year.

“Oh?” The Nekoma volleyball captain stares you down in the Chem class you share with him. “You’re [Surname]-san, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him but secretly eyeing the quiet boy behind him. He’s your classmate in a few other of your periods, but not this one. This class is an advanced Chemistry class, placing you conveniently with the second-years and a handful of equally smart first-years. “I need help with the homework and you’re my best bet. Could you help out?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes at you, which you don’t exactly appreciate but you don’t say anything. “You sure you don’t want me to just give answers?”

“I kinda need to understand this to pass the class, so no thanks.”

He hums in approval, like you’ve passed some test, and nods. “Sure thing. I wanted to teach Kenma this anyway.”

Oh, that’s his name… you think to yourself, and you noticed the mentioned Kenma doesn’t look up from his Nintendo Switch, even at the mention of his name. You watch Kuroo turn around to his companion, coercing him, “Kenma, get up, we’re learning Chem.”

“Can’t we do it later?” Kenma’s voice doesn’t hold anything akin to bitterness or complaint- it’s kind of devoid, actually, in a soft and cute way- and you try to tune out the sound of Kuroo scolding him but he’s so loud when he’s right next to you.

“C’mon, we’re about to go home now, we can stay after school a little longer. Plus, we get to teach this lovely lady about nuclei.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you roll your eyes lightly but before you know it, you’re defending Kozume-san. “We can always work it out, um… I dunno, maybe over lunch on Sunday? I mean, it is Friday and this thing’s due Monday and… we can have more fun studying this if we have food.”

Stupid fucking Kuroo only grins. “Oh, so you’re asking me on a date? Kinda bold, if I don’t say so myself, kouhai-chan.”

“Kuro, stop.” Kenma speaks up and his quiet voice somehow speaks volumes. “We can meet with her on Sunday to do it.” And just like that, he retreats to his Switch without another word.

Kuroo turns to you and shrugs indifferently, contrasting his previously provocative and shitfaced attitude. “The man’s laid down the law. How’s boba on Sunday sound?”

The second time you meet Kenma is on that promised study session.

He has inconspicuous earbuds in, his face illuminated by the glowing light of his DS. He has a DS, too? He still looks cute.

And there’s Kuroo of course, but he’s irrelevant to your case unless it has to do with your god forsaken chem homework.

“You want me to go order some drinks next door?” Kuroo quirks an eyebrow. “My treat.”

“Just a brown sugar milk tea, thanks,” You tell him gratefully. Thank god for men and their dead sense of chivalry.

“No boba? You’re crazy.” Kuroo scrunches his nose at you and you wish Kenma would start talking so you could avoid this big, annoying cat. “What about you, Kenma? Your usual?”

“Yeah,” is all Kenma says.

“Alright, see you nerds later,” Kuroo practically sings out, patting both of your heads like an old man, and takes something from Kenma that you don’t quite catch, but it makes Kenma glare at him.

As soon as Kuroo’s out of sight, you find it a little awkward to keep conversation with Kenma especially with his whole gamer complex, but-

Oh.

Kuroo took Kenna's DS.

“Kuroo-san’s pretty bothersome, huh,” you sigh out in an attempt to stir conversation. Lucky for you, Kenma goes along with the conversation without fight, his eyes peering over you like reflective pools of honey.

(They’re really pretty, you think.)

“Yeah,” Kenma slouches down a little bit more in his chair at the mention of his taller friend. “He’s kind of like my second mom… but not really. Always nagging me to do things.”

You laugh at his solemn, depressed answer. “It’s fun to have him around, though, right? He’s kind of funny sometimes-- the rest he’s annoying-- and he’s decently smart even though I’m pretty sure he’s got, what, three braincells.”

To your unprompted delight, Kenma laughs softly at you poking fun of Kuroo, and the conversation between you and him starts piling up into more, and more, and it all feels so short. You don’t even notice Kuroo coming back and hovering over the table.

“Eh? You and Kenma getting along without me? What a shame, you know. I really do get third-wheeled.” Kuroo lets out a wistful sigh akin to an old man and sits down, drinks in hand. “So, who’s ready to study?”

The third time you meet Kozume Kenma, it’s at your mall’s arcade.

You and your friends are playing one of those claw machines, trying to get that really cute Miku figurine and those adorable plushies, wasting all your coins on these sucker games like the dumb teenagers you are. But a glimpse of familiar, two-toned hair catches your eye.

“Hold on,” you tell your friends who’re still busy trying to get that stupidly gorgeous Sakura Miku figure. “I’m gonna be right back.”

You wander your way to the familiar head of hair, and gratefully, your instinct was right. “Kozume-san? What’re you doing here?”

Kenma practically jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around, eyes wide. “Oh. I just got lost from the team. You’re here too?”

“Mhm,” You smile, pointing at your screaming group of friends. “My friends and I are here just to chill out and have fun. You can hang with us if you want!”

He shakes his head, his hair gracefully framing his face. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks.. I’ll just hold out until Kuro sniffs me out or something.”

You furrow your brow- geez, this kid’s gonna get lost so fast-- and you gently clasp the phone he’s holding in his hand. “Can I give you my number? I’ll pick up immediately if you ever call, just give a ring.”

You fail to notice the surprise that flits over Kenma’s face, but he reluctantly hands you his phone and you tap in your number quickly. “See you around, Kozume-san. Don’t get into trouble.”

And Kenma smiles on his own accord, his face lighting up softly like a lamp under moonlight. “You too.”

The fourth time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s at your house working on an Japanese Lit assignment.

“Oh? Kozume-kun!” You’re pleasantly surprised when your teacher pairs the two of you up. “Nice to talk with you again.”

“Yeah, “ Kenma blinks a little awkwardly and he shyly grins, which you find even more stunning than it already is because he’s usually held up such a calm, unaffected facade. “Uh. So do you want to meet up at… your house for this? So we can do the project.”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave dismissively, beaming at him because this is your chance to get closer with him. “My little brother’s a nuisance, though, so he might bother us. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No problem.. you can text me the address, because… yeah.” You find it cute how Kenma doesn’t want to mention that the two of you have been texting a lot more lately, and the slightest blush tints his cheeks.

“Of course!”

Flash to your house, the two of you are on the floor, slaving over a giant posterboard with paint and art supplies scattered about.

“I hate making movie posters, it’s so tiring…” You groan out, trying to paint Yukio Mishima’s face with the utmost care. “And this book’s so creepy… why would we wanna make a poster of it? He commits seppuku!”

Kenma grins a little bit and he looks really cute, with his hair tied up in the back and his gaze focused on the painting at hand. “You’re so easily grossed out.”

“But he made it so detailed! You're immune ‘cause you play all those gross horror games.”

He laughs quietly, and you think you're going to heaven. “You couldn't even handle Ao Oni, stop.”

You scowl at the mention of Kenma’s dumb horror games. “He’s this weird deformed grape, okay?? It was kinda scary!”

The two of you end up nowhere near finishing your poster, and you collectively decide to put it off for maybe another day. The rest of your day is spent-- c-cuddling? (no hetero, you reassured Kenma, although you were thinking otherwise)-- and playing more horror games, much to your chagrin.

(But it gave you a reason to hug Kenma tighter.)

You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve met up with Kenma now. You’re in your second-year of high school now and your bond with him as only strengthened.

He invited you eventually to walk to school with him, along with Kuroo, and you find out that it was Kuroo’s coaxing to do so. But you’re still delighted that Kenma agreed on, what, the second time Kuroo nagged him about it?

You and Kenma have gotten fairly close. You’ve vented to him, cried to him, he’s shown his emotional side, too. You’ve even gotten a little closer to Nekoma’s god, Kuroo Tetsurou (to which your friends always complain about- “you can’t take all the cute guys for yourself”). But, in your opinion, the most important part is that you’ve been getting closer to Kozume Kenma, who you once thought would always just be the quiet classmate to you. Who would always be your unattainable, close-guarded crush.

"Kenma!” You yell out, rushing over to him with your backpack practically bouncing off of you with each step. “Wait up, would you?! How do you get out of class so quick??”

"I was waiting for you either way,” Kenma mumbles and hunches his shoulders together. “Do you wanna go to my house? I have new games and Kuroo won't be bothering us.”

“Can’t we get snacks first?” You know you sound a little bit whiny, but you’re hungry as fuck, and Kenma’s smiling either way.

“I guess.. you’re paying, though.”

“That isn’t fair at all!”

Eventually the two of you walk to your nearest 7/11 and get chips and snacks before leaving promptly, with you holding your chocolate milk and Kenma sipping apple juice. The walk to his house is full of conversation, Kenma equally engaged as you are. But as soon as you arrive at his front doorstep, the hollow noise of an empty apple juice box makes its appearance.

“You drink your juice too fast!” You tease Kenma lightly as he frowns, unlocking the door.

“You just drink too slow,” he replies and shoulders the door open. The two of you make your way inside and flop onto the couch, Kenma crouching near the TV to boot up his newest game. “Damn. I’m still thirsty, too.”

“Language, Kenma,” You chide him, throwing a pillow at him as soon as he sits down next to you on the couch. “And-” it takes every ounce of your willpower not to turn bright red. “-do you want some of my chocolate milk?”

The silence that follows is very short (probably only, what, a second or two?), but it feels like hours of painful quiet. Kenma blinks at you and the pink that dusts his ears becomes more and more prominent each second.

“Yeah… sure,” Kenma finally says and you beam so wide that you’re sure not even the sun could battle the brightness of your happiness right now. You hand him your nearly untouched chocolate milk and his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, sipping at it cautiously like he was afraid something would happen.

(Oh my god he’s so cute.. he looks so cute… he’s drinking my chocolate milk!! He’s so-)

“Oi, Kenma! My mom told me to pick up some tomatoes from y-” The door bursts open to reveal Kuroo Tetsurou.

You freeze, since Kuroo just witnessed you passing a chocolate milk box to Kenma and the latter sipping at the straw. Kenma kind of flushes, his mouth still wrapped around the plastic straw with chocolate milk halfway up.

“Eh? Sharing drinks now?” Kuroo tsks and shakes his head, a smirk gracing his stupidly arrogant face. “You know, you two could get mono. Or any other communicable diseases. Kinda risky, you know?”

“Kuroo, stop!” You’re wildly embarrassed to be caught in this not-so-platonic situation (in your opinion, at least), before Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know, that’s an indirect kiss!”

“Didn’t I say stop?!”

“Ah, youth. Indirect kisses! You put your mouth on the straw, then he did. Romance at its finest!”

You know, deep inside, Kuroo just likes to rile you up, but you still bite the bait. “Kuroo, shut up, please??”

And Kenma speaks up for the first time during the whole banter. “Kuro, the tomatoes are on the kitchen table. Go.”

The Nekoma captain quirks an eyebrow before shrugging and heading towards the kitchen. “Thanks. Don’t do anything risky.”

“Kuroo!”

You and Kenma awkwardly glance at each other-- you note he’s still sipping your chocolate milk-- and eventually he stands off to ward Kuroo off (who keeps chuckling for no goddamn reason).

You two are alone again, and his burnt-gold eyes stare into yours.

“Did Kuro bother you?” His ears are still pinkish, but you notice that he’s still comfortable, although you can see a sheen of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Nah... “ You force your voice to stay level. “Why does he keep doing this?? God, he’s so annyoing sometimes… it isn’t like- it isn’t like we’re dating or anything.” God fucking damn stuttering.

Kenma’s eyes widen for a fraction of a millisecond, and you almost miss it, before he clears his throat. “Yeah. Not like that at all.. let’s just go back to playing.”

The atmosphere morphs into the usual, playful one that is held between the two of you, and you’re becoming proud of how much better Kenma is at redefining conversations and shifting the mood whereas in the beginning he would struggle in topic changes.

You’re so proud of him.

(And you’re kind of in love with him.)

You have a group chat with Kuroo and Kenma, unsurprisingly.

It’s, what, midnight on a school day, and the three of you are texting. Kuroo offers a game of ‘truth or dare’, and you accept out of sheer boredom. Plus, dares are so much easier to do online because you can fake nearly anything.

kuroo >:/: kenma truth or dare

kenma :): i’m not playing

YOU: yea you are !! ur not getting out of this

kenma :): fine

don’t say anything stupid though

kuroo >:/: so whats it gonna b???

Kenma takes a good ten seconds to respond.

kenma :): truth.

kuroo >:/: you got a crush on anyone?

YOU: oooh spicy

kenma :): kuro why

Your heart races a little bit at the comment.

YOU: oh? kenma i thought we were besties :(( why wouldnt u tell me

kenma :): it isn’t that….

kuro you already know why are you asking me that here

kuroo >:/: for my favorite kouhai [name]-chan

YOU: fuck off kuroo we all know im ur fav bc i pay for ur boba

kuroo >:/: fair

You get impatient with Kuroo’s mindless banter, so you end up texting Kenma privately.

YOU: so who is ur crush????

kenma :): why do you assume i have one

YOU: i mean….u wouldve denied it if u didnt have one?

He leaves you on seen for two minutes and you’re about to text him and complain but his reply shoots back.

kenma :): it’s you

And your heart doesn’t skip a beat. No, it just beats even faster.

The blood is rushing to your face, you can feel it, and a smile tugs at your face subconsciously. Your brain’s running a mile a minute, and you’re so outrageously shocked and unprepared that the aftermath of it all hits you just about a minute later.

(What if he’s lying? What if someone made him say that? What if-)

YOU: fr?

YOU: kenma dont mess w me

kenma :): i’m not

kenma :): you wanted to know so yeah. it’s you

kenma :): i like you and idk kuro says it’s “more than just like” and maybe he’s right

kenma :): see u at school tmr

YOU: WAIT KENMA COME BACK ???

You cute little rat, you seeth internally, happiness still radiating off of you. Is this a dream? Oh my god. Kozume Kenma likes me.

… Kozume Kenma feels the same way I feel about him.

The next day, you anxiously wait for Kenma at your doorstep. You even woke up early and had gotten ready as soon as you could, just so you could catch Kenma ASAP.

You slept surprisingly well, despite your anxiety from Kenma, and your body was filled with energy. You check your phone every two minutes, glancing at his ‘good morning text’ and praying for another one.

kenma :))): gm i’m still walking to school with u if you want… i’ll pass by your house just in case

YOU: oh!!!! yea id love to walk to school w u :))

Silence fills your ears as you anxiously pace back and forth from your doorstep to the curb of your neighborhood. You can’t help but worry as your gaze flits across every house, begging for a sign of Kenma.

(What if you’re too late, you realize in panic. What if your efforts weren’t enough?)

But then the sound of quiet-paced footsteps snaps you out, and you look up to see Kenma, standing in front of your house, an adorably shy expression painted across his face.

“Kenma!” You hate how your voice comes out kind of squeaky and high-pitched but you don’t care right now. You practically launch off of your doorstep and bound toward him, settling by his side.

He gives you a shy, adoring look but you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he points forward in the direction of Nekoma. “We can talk while walking, right?”

You smile breathlessly and your fingers brush against his. He smiles at you, and you notice the same pink dusting his ears like when he was sharing chocolate milk with you.

Two hands intertwine and the conversation begins.

You’re in your third year of college now, out on a “boys (and girl) night out”, as Kuroo deemed it.

Kenma’s got it well-made for him, striking good on his company to which you supported him through the entire time, and Kuroo’s on his way to be the scientist he’s always dreamed of being even as a nerdy-jock kid. He claims he’s practically a professional volleyball player, too, just on the side, but both you and Kenma know better.

You and Kenma have been dating ever since your second-year in high school. Which makes it just about… four-ish years now that you’ve been dating.

(Kuroo claims that in your first-year, you and Kenma were basically dating each other spiritually, but you pay him no mind.)

The three of you are out on the beach on an autumn day. It’s pretty empty, despite the warm evening sun that casts a golden shine on the sand and ocean, so you’re all making epic sandcastles in peace.

“We should make a moat,” Kuroo says, already digging out a ring around the lopsided sandcastle.

“We haven’t even finished the castle itself!” You protest, pushing him lightly as you use your other hand to pat down the base of the castle.

Kenma packs sand into a small bucket and delicately places it on top of the half-finished sand “castle” to make a tower. You find it cute how he’s the only one putting in decent effort, so you help him out by packing in another bucket of sand. “Kuro would be a terrible architect,” Kenma comments.

“You right, you right,” You sigh out while Kuroo squawks in protest. Kenma leans on you, out of instinct you think, and you kiss the top of his head gently. Kuroo covers his eyes and complains about his youth and young love before Kenma haphazardly bumps into you. Which leads to the sand castle collapsing.

“Ah- Kenma!” you cry out in panic, sweeping the sand together in a half-hearted attempt to piece it back into a cohesive castle. “Be careful!”

“No, look,” he says quietly, a small smile gracing his face.

“You worked so hard on the base too, to make it big and flat- oh?” You sit up a little bit when you see a small velvet box in the middle of the sand pile.

Kuroo gasps very loudly and you stare at Kenma in shock.

Oh my god. What’s happening, what’s happening, oh my god-

You slowly reach out for the box in the middle of the mess and take it delicately, brushing off the sand clinging to it. Your fingers pry it open with shaking fingers and you feel Kenma place his hand on your arm gently, his gorgeous honey eyes staring at you. The same honey eyes you fell in love with.

You're also in love with the gorgeous, sparkling amber ring that sits in the middle of the cushioned box.

“[Name]. I want to be married. To you. Will you marry me?” Kenma’s voice is soft and sweet but you know with the convincing sureness in his voice that he’s been practicing this line for at least a month and he’s become confident in it.

You start crying immediately (god damn it, you think to yourself) your heart blooming with joy and your entire body feels like it’s about to explode of pure happiness.

You kiss him, full on the lips with tears streaming down your face and he kisses back, his arms wrapping around you and you realize he’s crying too. With the possibly happiest voice you’ve ever used in your life, you cry out, “Of course I will!” on the beach with Kuroo clapping in the background.

Two years later on that beach, you two become the happiest couple on Earth.

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 4 years

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Stardust and Starfish ~ Chris Beck x Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I hope you’re all doing well in these crazy times. I hope you are staying safe and healthy.I apologize for the radio silence. I’ve had a lot going on, and I haven’t been able to really write anything. But I’m trying to chug along, and I’m focusing on finishing out my WIPs, so hopefully I’ll have more to share with you soon.

Without any further ado, this is a fic for my Whippersnapper Daughter @captainscanadian ‘s CBC 1K Writing Challenge, which I was supposed to complete a million years ago, but I didn’t quite manage it. So here you are love, I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing Chris Beck. I’ve never seen the Martian. I literally only know that he’s a fluffy space nerd (at least based on fics), so hopefully this is okay.

Enjoy!

Prompt: “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3251

Ahh graduation. A time of endings. A time of beginnings. A time for throwing caution out the window and kissing boy you’ve had a crush on all year.

You were clutching your diploma as you dodged around the other graduates looking for one classmate in particular. You finally spotted him munching on a handful of goldfish by the refreshment table.

“Hi, Rocket!”

“Hi, Bubbles!”

“Oh there you kids are. Come on. Get close. We need a picture.”

“Smile, Chris!” his dad coaxed before shuffling the two of you together.

“Big smiles!”

You each threw an arm around the other grinning wildly.

“Say, I’m ready for first grade.”

“I’m ready for first grade!” you both chorused.

“Well, we should get going. We’ll go get your stuff. Say goodbye to Chris, sweetie.”

“Okay, Mom!”

You hugged him tight.

“I just wanted to say that I really like you and I really like your book of stars.”

“Thanks! I really like your book about the ocean!” He grinned, blue eyes lighting up.

Before you could chicken out you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips like you’d seen your mom do with your dad whenever she said goodbye.

Chris squeaked in surprise and went rigid and red as a tomato. Before either of you could say anything your mom returned with your backpack.

“Y/n, honey, time to go.”

“Okay. Bye, Chris! Have fun at camp! See you next year.”

“See you,” he waved absent-mindedly, still wide-eyed.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late,” your best friend whined as she waited for you to finish feeding your starfish.

“We’ll be fine. The talk doesn’t start until five.”

“It’s four-fifty.”

“Seriously? Shit okay. This is the last tank.”

You tossed in the mix of their food, scrubbed your hands before following AJ out of the lab.

You raced to the auditorium halfway across the campus, grateful for the reserved seats Casey had promised you. You looked around for the postdoc in question once you’d settled in, and you spotted her at the edge of the stage chatting with the distinguished speaker, Dr. Chris Beck.

“You’re staring,” AJ whispered. “Are you crushing on the guest speaker too?”

”He just seems really familiar,” you muttered back, squinting.

“I mean he has been all over the news for the past few years.”

“No, it’s like I’ve met him before.”

“Maybe you saw him during your sting at Yale?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

You weren’t totally convinced but it made the most sense, even though you were pretty sure that your times didn’t overlap.

Before you could think too much more about it, the dean of the medical school started introducing him. Not that he needed it.

You, and nearly everyone else, were completely captivated by Dr. Beck. When it was announced at the end of the talk that Dr. Beck would be taking the equivalent of a sabbatical at the university and teaching a short seminar series starting in the Spring the excitement was palpable.

“I can’t believe astro-hottie is joining the faculty,” AJ giggled.

“I know right. That’s going to be fun.”

The crowd was slow to exit the auditorium, and you were surrounded by excited chatter.

“So do you want food first or should we try to score an intro?”

“Food. I’m sure he’ll be swarmed for a while. Besides, Casey is his host, I’m sure she’ll get us a chance to talk to him.”

“Perks of being friends with astrophysics postdocs.”

“True.”

After the formal dinner with the grad students and postdocs, Chris was enjoying himself so much that some of them continued the evening at a pub just down the road from the campus. He had been happily listening his company discuss some of his more interesting results when he happened to notice you walk in. You had changed into a short black dressed and donned a deep blue leather jacket against the cold.

Casey noticed his distraction and silently cheered. Clearly the newest faculty member was interested in her friend, and judging by your reaction to him at the reception you were interested as well, so she excused herself to join you at the bar.

“Hey, Case. How’s it going?” You greeted her.

“Good. Didn’t expect to see you two here tonight.”

“We were supposed to go to the new restaurant down the street, but they lost our reservation,” AJ explained.

“So, we decided to keep it low key,” you continued.

“Gotcha. Well, do you want to join us?”

“Who’s us?”

“A few of the ones who went to dinner and Chris.”

She glanced over her shoulder and you and AJ followed her line of attention.

“Oh, so it’s Chris now?” you smirked, though it faltered when he caught your eye and smiled.

“He told us to. He’s really chill actually. You should come hang out,” she pressed.

“We’d love to,” AJ answered for you.

“Great. Grab your drinks and come over.”

She happily flounced back to the table, rejoining the conversation.

“AJ,” you hissed.

“What? Are you gonna tell me you don’t want to hang out with hunky space doctor you made goo goo eyes at all afternoon?”

“I did not make goo goo eyes at him.”

Your best friend rolled her eyes.

“Yes you did. Y/n, come on. Live a little. It’s just a few beers with a bunch of grad students.”

You looked at them, listening intently as he spoke. It looked more like a study group than anything which put you at ease.

“They’ve been talking for like five hours. I’m sure it will break up soon and then we can just hang out with Casey.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

“Good,” she grinned before leaning on the bar to order your drinks.

You discretely checked out your hair in the mirror behind the bar and swiped on a bit of lip gloss.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” AJ smirked as she handed you your gin and tonic.

“Shush.”

You bumped your hip against hers as you made your way to the table.

There was a pause in the conversation as you approached.

“There you are. Come sit.”

AJ had already taken the one open seat next to James, the med student she had been crushing on, which left you to join Dr. Beck on the bench seat. He scooted over to give you more room when you sat down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled shyly.

You momentarily got lost in his eyes.

“Did you three meet earlier?” Casey asked, breaking you out of the moment.

Heat clawed up your neck in embarrassment. Though you were relieved to see Dr. Beck seemed equally flustered. He cleared his throat twice as he bobbed his head in the affirmative.

“Yes, Y/n and AJ right?”

“Yes. So, Dr. Beck, what were you all discussing?”

“First of all, please call me Chris. And second, we were discussing my research on the effect of zero gravity on muscle development.”

“Fascinating.”

You were easily caught up in the conversation as he explained his results and discussed data sets. His passion for research seemed to pour out of him. The discussion was lively, although you found yourself dominating the conversation. It contrasted nicely with your own research on technology for deep sea research. You were so invested that you didn’t notice the others leaving. At least not until they rang the bell for final call and you actually paid attention to your surroundings.

“Umm, when did everyone leave?”

Chris looked as confused as you were.

“I have no idea. I guess I am boring. I hope they don’t do that when I start lecturing next semester,” he chuckled.

“I’m sure they won’t. You’re an excellent presenter. Probably they got tired of me monopolizing you. Sorry about that,” you sighed as you played with a straw wrapper.

“Please don’t apologize. I was actually hoping to get a chance to talk to you.”

“Really?”

You wanted to smack yourself for the hopeful tone.

“Yes. I was disappointed when you left the reception early.”

“Oh, well, one of the octopuses next door escaped and that’s no good for anyone in the department.”

“I can imagine.” He smiled crookedly as the few patrons remaining started to pay their tabs.

“I guess we should go,” you pointed out reluctantly.

“Yeah. We should,” he agreed.

You both closed out and exited the bar.

“So, do you want to split an Uber?” he offered.

“I don’t live far. I was actually going to walk it.”

Chris looked appalled.

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I’ve done it before,” you argued.

He appraised you closely, trying to determine how stubborn you were. The conclusion… very.

“Can I at least walk you back then?”

“You don’t have to,” you assured him.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t know you made it home safely. Please?”

He pouted at you. Who could resist those blue eyes?

“You really don’t…”

“I want to,” he admitted. “I uhh I’m not quite ready for the night to be over.”

Your answering smile was wide.

“In that case, I could use the company.”

“Excellent. Lead the way,” he offers you his elbow.

You looped your arm through his and started walking back towards your apartment.

You made the five minute walk in companionable silence. The feeling of familiarity had deepened over the course of the evening and you felt like you were walking with an old friend.

“Well, this is me,” you sighed, not ready to say good night.

“It was really nice getting to spend time with you, Y/n.”

“You too.”

“I know it’s late, and I’m sure that you want to get to bed, but would you mind terribly if I waited inside for my uber. I’m not sure how long it will be to get someone willing to go all the way to Hartford.”

“They have you staying in Hartford while you’re here?”

“They offered me a hotel room in New Haven, but I opted to stay with my folks. Wasn’t planning on closing down a bar after my talk,” he smirked.

You debated for a moment.

“I have a guest room. You are welcome to stay if you like. I have to go to Hartford tomorrow, so I could drive you back if you want.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I promise. You’re never going to get an uber that far this late.”

“If you really don’t mind. That would be great.”

“Come on in.”

You unlocked the door and flipped on the lights, leaning on the edge of the couch to take off your boots.

“Are you hungry or thirsty?”

Before he could respond, your stomach growled for an embarrassingly long time. He bit back laughter.

“Well apparently I am.”

You looked at your stomach as if it were a traitor.

“I could eat.”

“Alright, let’s see what I have. It’s been a while since I went food shopping.”

Chris smiled as he took in the warm surroundings, and he found himself drawn to the art on the walls next to your desk. He could hear you rummaging around in your refrigerator while he tried to figure out why he recognized the image.

“So I threw in a frozen pizza and I’ve got Oreos.”

You shook the pack at him as you planted yourself on the couch.

“Excellent.” He grinned, joining you on the couch and taking a cookie. “That print is amazing. Where did you get it?”

“It’s figure 3A in my Nature paper. I had it blown up when it made the cover.”

“That’s why I recognize it. That was an excellent paper.”

“Thank you. It certainly has been a highlight of my career so far.”

“So what drew you to marine biology?”

“I was obsessed with the ocean as a kid. And adventure books. I wanted so desperately to explore the part of our world that’s so vast and unknown. I wanted to work on a submarine or at least at sea.”

“So how did you end up in a lab on land?”

“I did a semester at sea which was amazing but permanent spots on research ships and subs are few and far between. But I am also working with the engineering department on deep sea equipment.”

“Hence your expertise in muscle mass in high pressure.”

“Precisely.”

You chewed on an Oreo thoughtfully as you regarded him.

“So, why did you become a space doctor? It’s not the most traditional job in the world,” you mused.

“I suppose it isn’t. Well I wanted to be astronaut first. Like you, I was obsessed with space from really early on. But as I got older I grew to love physiology and anatomy over engineering for example. For a little while, I thought I’d have to give up my dream. And then I realized they had flight surgeons.” He smiled at the memory. “So I worked my butt off and ended up actually going into space.”

Chris shifted leaning his head back and looking up as if he could see the stars through your ceiling. You propped your head in your hand as you leaned on the back of the couch.

“Is it surreal being back on earth?”

“That’s a good word for it.” He let his head loll to the side to look at you. “I’m glad to be home, but it’s so strange. Sometimes I spend all day in my room because I forget I can leave. And noises of the city – that’s trippy after months in space.”

“I bet.”

Your conversation flowed easily as you scarfed down the pizza. The sun came up and you were still talking.

You’re not sure how or when, but you must have fallen asleep talking, because you woke up tucked under a blanket on your couch to the smell of pancakes.

“Good morning,” Chris called, when he saw your head pop up.

“Morning. What time is it?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes.

“A little after eleven.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Since around eight.”

You stopped mid-stretch to stare at him.

“We didn’t fall asleep until like 5.”

“I’m still used to really short sleeping shifts. I hope you don’t mind. I made breakfast.”

“I do not mind at all.”

After washing up and changing into some fresh clothes, you enjoyed breakfast together.

“So what do you have to do in Hartford?” he asked, taking the clean plate from your hands to dry it.

“Going to visit my sister and my favorite baby nephew.”

“Aww. How old is he?”

“Four. So not actually a baby, but…”

“I get it. What time do you need to leave?”

“Around one.” You shrugged. “We’ve got time.”

“Thank you for letting me stay. Last night was wonderful,” he added, quietly.

“Yes, it was.”

“This might sound strange, but I feel like I’ve met you before.”

You froze, water spilling off the plate.

“Sorry, that was weird,” he mumbled quickly avoiding eye contact.

“No. No, it’s not that.” You dropped the plate into the sink and turned off the water. “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

“Oh thank god.”

“AJ was convinced it was just because I’d seen you on the news. But if you feel it too…”

“But where we would have crossed paths?”

He crossed his arms as he considered it.

You spent the next twenty minutes trying and failing to find a single place you might have run into each other.

“Junior Leadership Conference?”

“In D.C. in 2014?”

“Yeah.”

You racked your brain.

“It must be that, right?”

“I can’t think of anywhere else.”

“Huh.”

You both watched each other, not quite believing it, but also unable to come up with a better answer. You let it stand as you got ready to drive to Hartford.

“Do you mind grabbing the books off the front table?” You grabbed your keys and your bag. “I don’t want to forget them.”

“Sure thing.”

He shuffled through the pile of children’s books, smiling when he came across the National Geographic First Big Book of the Ocean as you walked to your car.

“Oh these books were awesome.”

“Which one?”

“Big book of the ocean.” He held it up for you to see. ”I had all of them, but the space one was my favorite when I was a kid.”

“I’m shocked,” you deadpanned as you started the car.

He mock glared at you.

“No but seriously, I took the space one with me everywhere. I was obsessed. In kindergarten, the other kids started calling me-“

“Rocket,” you murmured.

“Good guess.”

“Not a guess. I know how we know each other,” You announced, desperate to look at him, but keeping your eyes straight ahead. “You went to Aldrin Elementary for Kindergarten didn’t you.”

“Yeah. Wait,” He looked at the book in his hands before opening to the back cover.

“Rocket and Bubbles,” he hummed, running his fingers over the crayon scrawl. “I can’t believe it. It’s you.”

You glanced at him at a stoplight. He had a fond look in his eyes.

“I knew you were familiar. But I don’t remember your name being Chris. Even before we started calling you Rocket.”

He bit his lip rocking slightly in embarrassment.

“I convinced my mom to let me go by my middle name Richard, which I made into Ricky, because there were four other Chris’ in our class.”

“Oh my god. That’s right. You were Ricky the Rocket. We thought we were so funny.”

Neither of you could contain your smiles.

“What happened? Why did you leave?”

“My dad had to move to Boston for his job. We didn’t find out until like a week before school.”

“I thought about you for the longest time. I was so bummed when you didn’t come back.”

“I was too. I cried all the way to Boston.”

“And now, all these years later.”

“Together again.”

You reached over and took his hand, and he twined your fingers.

You were both quiet for the rest of the ride, lost in thought. You only spoke to ask directions to his parent’s place, which you remembered quite well.

“Can I take you to dinner sometime?”

“I would love that. Tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

You bit your lip as you both hesitated, before you leaned across the armrest and kissed him. His eyes went wide and his cheeks turned pink, and you suddenly didn’t know how you ever failed to recognize him.

“You looked the same way the first time I kissed you,” you giggled.

“Not my fault you keep surprising me.”

“You’re cute when you’re mmf.”

You were cut off by his lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and you felt yourself melting into it as his hand cradled the back of your head.

“You were saying…” he smirked at you when you both pulled back panting.

You started to respond when you looked over his shoulder.

“That your mom totally just saw us making out in my car.”

He glanced over his shoulder before letting his head drop in embarrassment when his shocked mother turned on her heel and hurried into the house with her groceries.

“On that note. Six o’clock tomorrow?”

“You’re on, Rocket.”

“See you, Bubbles.”

He pecked you once more on the lips before getting out of the car, whistling his way up the walk.

You smiled to yourself as he waved from the porch and you drove off.

This was going to be an adventure. Your biggest yet.

A/N: Yeah, so this ended up very differenlty from how I planned, but I hope you all enjoyed! I had fun writing Chris Beck. Congrats again on the milestone that was like 3 milestones ago lol. Love you @captainscanadian

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supersoldiersruined-me · 4 years

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1K VALENTINES CHALLENGE February 1 : Brushing one’s hair

A/N: And here it goes, the last one which should have been the first! (God forbid I could so my own challenge right lol) This one’s a little spicier. Hope you like it! Warnings: unprotected sex, semi public, cock warming, a vewy good Bucky Word count: 1000 Pairing: Bucky x reader

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Bucky being his romantic self had taken care of choosing a secluded villa for your trip, with its own private balcony that descended to the beach. Long chairs sat under a pergola, the soft breeze rustled through the white curtains that decorated it. The weather was nothing compared to the harsh conditions of Siberia where their last mission was held. He got to wake up everyday to your face, and indulged in the most exotic fruits. It was paradise.

After a movemented day out exploring the city center and a short excursion, you were glad to have your aching feet on the cold tile of your room. You hopped into the shower and washed the salt and car fumes off, wallowing in Bucky’s lingering scent. Some days you thanked him for being forgetful - his shampoo bottles came in handy when he was out for a long period of time. It was nothing like having him, though, as his skin was always a little spicier, his hair fruitier, and everything just so… Bucky.

As you walked out of the shower, you took the daily champagne bottle from the dresser and headed out to the balcony where he relaxed, reading a book. It was quite a sight seeing him so composed. Not to mention how the towel sat so low on his hips.

“Hey, loner,” you teased. He placed the bookmark before turning your way and helping you with the flutes. He set them carefully on the small shelf to his right. You sat by his legs on the chair and chuckled at the perfectly rolled towel on his head. A craft he had mastered rather quickly.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled. The small breeze was not enough to keep the wave of arousal from burning within you. He continued casually; “Had fun today?” He unwrapped his hair and shook it like a mad dog, spraying you with the chilled water and only now did your body react - nipples fully erect at the contrast.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” He bit his lip.

He poured you a glass and downed a few gulps straight from the bottle before setting it back. You slapped his chest lovingly and he laughed; that deep laugh that made you all mush. He listened to your tales as if he hadn’t been with you all day just to hear the eagerness in your voice. You could see his eyes had trouble focusing, so you finished the story and waved the plastic brush you had carried out. He sighed and ran his thumb along your thigh as a prepaid thank you.

You sat on his lap, focused on your task as you brushed away the day’s ventures. It wasn’t long before his eyes closed and his head fell to your chest; the poor boy’s nerves rarely loosened up, but you knew just the tricks. The first few strokes took away any knots, though Bucky knew how to condition, making the job more pleasant. Then as the soft bristles ran along his scalp, his shoulders fell forward and his body became heavy to hold. You let the brush fall to the bunched up towel on the ground and brought your fingers into the game. With a trained movement, you ran them all the way to the tip of his nape where they closed around the soft curls. His head fell back, mouth opening slightly with a moan.

“Doll,” he warned, shy of a whisper, but his hands stayed still at your hips.

“Let me have my fun before you cut it all off,” you plead.

“I’m not shaving it. You’ll still have plen-”

You tugged on it and yanked his head to the side; “You and I both know it won’t be the same,” you wrote on his neck, voice thick and warm with arousal. Another roll of your hips had him falling back, his grip bruising your legs. Unashamedly, you reached between your bodies for his cock, unwrapping it from the towel and placing it straight so it sat under his navel. You ran your folds against him. Tentatively. Even through the sound of the waves you could hear just how compatible your bodies were.

“Now...” You tilted his chin up, took hold of him and slid down until he was sheathed. Looking into his pained eyes you added; “I’m gonna brush your hair, then braid it. And you’re going to stay still like a good boy. Maybe, and I say maybe, I’ll move then let you fuck me here.” He whined, but obeyed. He was turning a beautiful shade of crimson, and you knew it had nothing to do with him prowling outside all day. You traced his lip with your thumb.

“You’d like that, huh? For me to fuck myself on your cock where everyone can walk by? This beach isn’t so private, Barnes. And I saw you air dry yesterday while that lucky couple paddled by.” He gulped, but nodded his head yes. His eyes closed and he poked his tongue out, sending shivers down your spine when he grazed your thumb. “Perv,” you added. His breath shook.

“Please, doll.” He grounded his feet in the chair and moved his hips up but you ignored him.

“Come here.” You motioned between your bodies. His back left the chair. You took his hands to where the robe was tied around your waist, giving him some control before he lost it all again. He happily obliged, revealing your naked body to him. You reached for the collar and began pulling it down your arms, stunned by the look on his face.

“Oh, are we shy now?” You spat. He still looked left and right before coming back to your exposed breasts. You felt him twitch inside you and you ached to move but you had him so good this could not be broken. His shoulders relaxed under your touch.

“Good,” you added. “Now, you know our time to beat. Be good and you can come inside me this time.”

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stargazing-dreamer-girl · 5 years

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The first ‘I love you’

Fandom: Chilling Aventure of Sabrina

Pairing: Nicholas Scratch x reader

Word Count: ~1k

Requested: Yes - can you do an imagine with jealous!nicholas scratch bc reader has been hanging out harvey? thanks! - by anon

A/N: Didn’t proof read again, sorry. Enjoy xx

You got home from school completely exhausted, but happy that the school day was over. Just the work was not.

Later today Harvey would come by, so they could work at their project for English class where they had to prepare a scene from Romeo and Juliet. It was weird since it included a kissing scene, but you hoped you could cut that out since he was Sabrina’s ex and you also got a boyfriend yourself.

Speaking of him, when you turned around to get a glass of water from the kitchen, he was standing there right in front of you causing you to jump in surprise.

“What are you doing here, Nick?” You asked him. Your gaze went over to the front door which you were sure you had locked. When you saw that it indeed was locked, you looked at him suspiciously.

“Are you doing that thing where you’re here, but not really? What was it called? Aztec… Astro…”

“Astral projecting.”

He laughed at your attempt to find the right words, but stopped when you gave him a glare.

“Isn’t that dangerous? Sabrina told me about it and she said it can have severe consequences!” You worried.

“Only if I stayed like this for too long. I’m fine right now. I just wanted to know, if I could come by later. In person, I mean.”

You found it fascinating how fast his demeanor could change. He was so cocky when it came to magic, but if it was about you, he got somewhat shy.

Your relationship was still pretty fresh, but he really liked you and didn’t want to mess it up.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Harvey is gonna be here soon and we have to work on this project for school.”

“Again? That’s like the third time!” He complained.

“I know, but this project is really important and it’s a huge part of our grade this semester.”

“Okay, I will see you another time then.”

Before you could say anything else, Nick disappeared leaving you with a bad feeling in your stomach. You really wanted to do more with him and felt bad that this project was taking up so much of your time.

Nick on the other hand was worried. He thought that he might be too different, so you’d run to another human whom you had more in common with. He thought Harvey might just be that other person.

He fell for you the moment Sabrina introduced you to him and hadn’t stopped falling since. He didn’t know you felt the same way. You loved Nick, but had never told him, so he didn’t know and jealousy was gnawing on him.

Maybe it really would be better for you to be with someone your own kind, he thought. They’d be better for you and understood you in a way he couldn’t.

He kept on thinking this, worrying that you might actually not work on the project with Harvey but did other stuff. It was driving him crazy.

So, after being alone with those thoughts for an hour, he decided to confront you and made his way to your house.

You were sitting on carpeted floor in your living room with Harvey in front you. There were a bunch of notebooks occupying the space between you.

You jumped up in surprise when your front door was thrown open revealing your boyfriend who was heavily breathing. The look on his eyes was determined and he was about to yell at Harvey when he noticed the space between you two. He still needed let go of his pent-up anger caused by the scenarios he had made up in his mind on what happened here.

Stepping up to him you laid a hand on his heaving chest in an attempt to calm him down. Without breaking eye contact with Nick, you politely asked Harvey to leave and confirmed that you would finish at another time.

Nick calmed down soon after Harvey had left.

No words were exchanged between you two for several minutes.

“Are you cheating on me?” His voice didn’t have any confidence left.

He looked at you like a kicked puppy. You didn’t know how he could think something like that. You’d never even think about cheating on him.

“I’m not cheating on you.” You calmly explained. “I am so sorry that I didn’t have a lot of time for you. This project is just driving me crazy and I really need a good grade on this. I can assure you that I would never ever cheat on you.”

You took a deep breath, before finally confessed to him, “I love you.”

His eyes went wide. It was the first time any of you have said those three words, but he knew you meant it.

“I love you, too!” He exclaimed, picking you up in excitement and spinning you around.

It was stupid of him to think you would cheat on him. He realized that now, but he couldn’t think rationally when it came to you. Just hearing you giggling now because of the spinning sent his mind into a swirl.

“I’m sorry for thinking you would cheat. I just got so jealous and it was stupid. You deserve the world and I will try to be better.”

Your lip found itself between your teeth. You adored this guy so much.

“I love you!” He repeated.

You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips, but you separated quickly since you couldn’t contain your smile.

Nick repeated his love confessions, giving you a peck on the lips after every time until you grabbed his face between your hands and gave him a long kiss to make him feel as loved as you did in that moment.

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honeysuckleharrison · 5 years

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Run For Your Life Parts V-VII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- So much fluff, Implied smut

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George. There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.

Word count- 1k+

Disclaimer/ AN- So hi, this is the first fic I've published. This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality. For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth. Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me. I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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It was almost 1am. You were growing impatient after having to wait so long to sneak out. You were so ready to feel George's touch again. But you were stuck on this couch for a little longer. With the relationship getting more serious, you had to be sure John couldn't find out. You waited a little later this time just to be sure John and Cynth were asleep.

You laid there for what seemed like an eternity longer. You checked the clock again. It was 2:28 am. You weren't as nervous this time around. Having successfully done this once, you knew you were capable. So as you got up, put your flip flops and reached for the handle, you felt ready for what the night had to offer.

When you knocked on George's door something seemed different. You skipped the conversation, you ran your mouths enough at Strawberry Fields earlier. Before you could say hi you were making out on the couch. Geo's soft lips were on yours, kissing deeper than they ever have before. His hands has successfully slipped under you shirt, and he was holding your bare waist. You shivered as his cool fingertips reached up your chest. It felt so good to have him on top of you again.

His lips moved from yours, and started trailing down your neck. His hot kisses were warm on the sensitive skin of your neck. As he reached your collar bone, you could feel him start to suck. Shit. That would leave a mark. You wanted him bad, but this was too fast.

"George" you said through short, breathy moans. You pushed his chest up, and he took his lips off your skin.

"Yes, Love?" he asked. He looked at you for a second and continued "Is- is this too much we can stop for tonight if you want dear"

"No, please no." you begged. You were needy for him now, you just needed to breathe. "I just needed a second, and I don't want you leaving marks." you added, smirking. George nodded and sat up. You sat up in front of him. He placed a small peck on your cheek before standing up, and reaching his hand out for yours. You took his hand and he pulled you up off the couch, leading you to his room.

He pulled you through the doorway, and brought you close to him. He reached down and kissed you hungrily. You held him tight. You wanted him so bad.

While his lips were busy on yours, his hands pulled on the hem of your shirt. You got the hint, and pulled away. You pulled your shirt off and threw to the floor. George stared at your exposed skin. His eyes were wide with lust. You came back to George, and lifted his shirt off. His chest was smooth and pale. He was just slightly toned. He had the beginning of abs, but they weren't too defined. His arms and shoulders has the slightest muscles.

He pulled you back class to him, and pushed his lips into yours. His skin was warm against yours. His hands were holding your shoulders, and yours were around his waist. He slid his hands down until the met the clasp on your bra. He undid it smoothly in one try. Moving your hands off of him, you let the garment slide to the floor.

He pulled you in for a quick passionate kiss before pushing you back onto the bed. He climbed over you and kissed you softly on the lips. He reached his hands down to the button of your jeans and looked into your eyes.

"You ready?" He asked with the cutest grin.

"Yes George." You moaned.

Part VI

It was meant to be your last day and John's. He was going to drive you home after you ate dinner with him and Cynthia. The events from last night still buzzed through your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about George, and how much you'd miss him while he was away. You had to see him one more time. You had to tell him how amazing he was.

As Cynthia cooked, and you washed the dishes beside her, you made a suggestion.

"Cynth, um, if you don't mind, could I stay another night? y'know, help you pack." Cynthia smiled. She was happy that you were enjoying your time with her, and that she would have another hand helping out.

"I don't see why not, you wouldn't be a bother, you've done nothing but help me." Cynthia said in agreement.

"Perfect, thanks so much." you thanked her, leaning in to give her a side hug.

At dinner, you asked John, and he agreed too. John started asking you about your stay.

"Have you been enjoying yourself?" He asked between bites.

"Yeah actually, it's been really nice to be in a new place, y'know. I got so used to going to school everyday, it's nice to have a change in scenery." you explained. You and John were both artistic people. You hated routine. It was the quality that made John's music so good, and one of the many things you have in common with George.

"I'm glad," John said, "Have you been enjoying the studio visits."

"Yes!" you answered honestly, you just couldn't say exactly why you enjoyed visiting the studio as much as you did. "It was nice to get a sneak peek of the album. You guys are really good. You're gonna be the biggest band ever."

"I've heard we are the biggest band in America, but I don't believe it." he admitted.

"Don't doubt yourself. The tours gonna be great. You and Cynth get to travel the world together." you joked.

"It'll be nice," John said, "You excited darling?" He asked Cynthia.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "I really am. I'm so excited. I get to spend time with you, and see new places. And I get to see New York, I'm so excited." she rambled. Seeing her so happy made you smile.

"I'm glad your excited, but we don't get much free time on tour. We have to play 25 shows in 26 days. The other boys usually spend their nights being wild and getting as many girls as they can." John said seriously.

That was a little concerning. George could really get any girl he wanted, couldn't he? But he wouldn't. There was no way. He was so romantic towards, and he was falling for you hard. A one night stand in America wouldn't compare to you. Would it? You felt sure that George wouldn't continue his normal behavior on this tour. There was no way he would. George was too good to you, you didn't even want to think that anything could go wrong.

Part VII

You knocked on George's door with a wide smile. The reason you asked to stay another night was to pay a surprise visit to George. You couldn't stop thinking about last night, you just needed to see him one more time. The American tour would be long, you'd miss him.

He opened the door and looked delighted to see you.

"Y/n, I wasn't expecting you tonight." he laughed.

"I know" you said, "I wanted to surprise you. I needed to see you again before you left."

"Come in, love, please." he begged. As you stepped in, he pulled you into a warm hug. You weren't craving one another in the same way as the night before. Tonight you just wanted to curl up next to each other and say goodbye.

You sat down on the couch and he just held you. He put his head on your chest, and your fingers ran through his hair. You were so comfortable you wished he didn't have to leave.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, Geo." you huffed. He looked up into your eyes and adjusted himself so that his head was in your lap.

"I'm gonna miss you more, flower." He smirked, "We can see each other as soon as I get back, I promise." As he spoke he sat up. When he finished making his promise, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He tried to deepen the embrace, and reach his hands for your waist but you pushed him up.

"Not tonight, Geo." you sighed, "I just want to enjoy your company while I can."

"Ok," he said understandingly. He rested his head on your chest again.

"What am I gonna do without you, Harrison?" you pondered, "I'm really gonna miss yo-"

"Wait" George interrupted, quickly sitting up straight.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't ask Ringo to stay out later." he explained.

"What?" you said, confused and scared.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, "Ringo should be home soon, this is when he usually gets home." George looked more scared than you had ever seen him. He started getting off the couch. You felt a chill as he left your side, and you expression dropped even more.

"Y/n, we have to get you out of here before he comes." he said sternly.

"Ok." you agreed, getting up off the couch. "Are you sure I have to leave? I won't see you again for a month."

"I'm afraid so love. I don't want you to leave either. I'm gonna miss your pretty little smile, and your lips." he said leaning in closer to your face, and taking your hands in his. "I'm really gonna miss you, y/n, goodni-"

He was cut short by the sound of the door opening. You both turned your heads quickly to the door to see a startled Ringo standing there.

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lightyagamiis · 6 years

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kissing booth - ten

Pairing: reader x tom holland Genre: some fluff and maybe some future smut. kissing booth au Warnings: none Word Count: 1K *inspired by the netflix film kissing booth but with my own twists*

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Kisses got more passionate as his hands trailed underneath your shirt and softly squeezing your hips and your hands ruffled in his hair.

The smell of alcohol still lingered in his breath, but you didn't mind. The only thing that mattered was him.

His lips touched your neck, sending chills down your spine.

You opened your eyes and stared at the roof of the car and felt your stomach sink.

Tom noticed your change in mood, pulling from your neck, looking at you with concerned eyes.

"Hey, Y/N? Love are you okay?" He asked softly, his hand cupping your jaw.

You looked at him, debating to lie to him and act like everything is fine, or tel him the truth.

But you knew you couldn't lie to him. Tom has known you your whole life, he knows when you're lying.

"Maybe, we are taking this...too fast," you admitted, "I've never had sex with anyone before. I've barely kissed my past boyfriends and.." you started to ramble, feeling Tom would pull away from you and take you home on the spot.

But his reaction was different than you expected. He was...smiling.

Tom couldn't help but smile at you, hearing you ramble helped him realize that you were right, that sex wasn't the answer right now, you just basically agreed to be with him. You were special to him to just jump into this head first. Tom wanted to cherish this moment, even if it meant just cuddling next to you.

He was perfectly fine just being with you.

"Y/N, it's okay, stop rambling," he smiled even more, "we don't have to do this now, we don't even have to do it later or even ever. I'll wait as long as it takes until you're ready."

You smiled brightly giving him a quick kiss and pulling him down onto you embracing him in a tight hug.

Tom's heart raced, he's never felt this happy with someone before. Plenty of girls have gotten his heart racing but not like you have.

Tom has loved you for as long as he can remember, but it hit him hard that one day.

You sitting in the living room reading a book, keeping yourself away from everyone else. Him walking into the house without a shirt on and you throwing the book at him for his smart remarks.

And the stares you've given him, the eye lock you two did. The first time you've both actually locked eyes for longer than a few seconds.

It was that moment he realized he was fucked and was wrapped around your finger. He tried fighting that feeling ever since. Being away from you while filming movies and shows and touring around the world with Harrison made it easier, but the feeling was still ever there.

He loved you.

More than he could say in words.

Tom drove you home and gave you the sweetest goodnight kiss.

You tipped toed inside the house, peeking out the window, watching as Tom parked his car in the driveway of his home and he jogging inside the house.

You smiled. You were filled with complete happiness and nothing could stop that.

"Where have you been?"

Except for that.

You turned around, seeing Sam and Harrison with their arms crossed standing side by side.

"I've been...out?" You said, not exactly lying.

"I saw you and Tom leave together," Sam said sternly, "where did y'all go?"

You glanced at Harrison, he gave you the look of 'you need to tell him the truth', and you knew he was right.

"Yeah I was with Tom," you said looking back at Sam, but the look on his face killed you, "you were right, there was something going on with Tom and I. We kinda got into an argument after the festival and I caught him smoking and drinking at the party, and we got into another argument. So I tried to leave and he chased after me and we fixed our issue."

You looked back at Harrison, his eyes narrowed at you...he was pissed.

"What was the issue?" Sam asked.

"Just the regular shit we fight about," you lied, "he took a joke too far and I got mad. That's it."

Sam nodded his head then quickly embraced you in a hug, "I got worried. It's been hours and neither you or Tom were answering your phones."

You hugged him back tightly, your heartbreaking.

Sam let you go, "well I need to get home now, we are going to the beach tomorrow, we could get Harry and Em to drop the subject."

You nodded and watched Sam walk from the house.

Once the door closed, you knew you were gonna get an earful from your cousin.

"Y/N what do you think you're doing?"

"I can't tell him yet, Haz!"

"And why not?" He asked his eyes sterner than before.

"Because we've believed in our rules since we were like eight! We've followed it like it was some religion! Do you know how hard it would be to even tell him?"

Harrison looked to the ground and nodded, "I suppose you're right. But Sam can't be kept in the dark forever."

You nodded, "I know..."

Harrison placed his hand on your shoulder, "well get some sleep, we are all going to the beach."

You nodded again, starting to head to your room, but turned back to him, "are you going home?"

Harrison shook his head, "nope. Tom asked me to stay with him tonight."

You raised a brow, "but you both have an apartment together?"

"Psh, so? Tom is homesick, we'll go back after the beach tomorrow."

You nodded once again, going up the stairs to your room and hearing haz walk out the front door.

You couldn't help but smile again, the thought of Tom filled your brain and heart. Things will finally look up and you believed that.

Tom was finally yours after all this time, nothing could change how you feel at this moment.

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ahgasescenarios · 5 years

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Of Gingerbread Men- Doyoung

PART 13- CHRISTMAS WITH NCT

Drabble 6 & 13- Baking holiday sweets & Christmas quizzes- Doyoung

Word count: 1k (Thank you Dongyoung)

A/N: honestly I don't know what it is but whenever Doyoung's involved, I'm always at the top of my writing game. Thank Doyoung for this cute scenario (it's my personal fave as of yet) and read this even if Christmas is over for those holly jolly vibes haha. Oh and before I forget these were requested separately which is why I morphed into one but thanks so much for the request, it was an excellent choice. ALSO, I'm gonna do a separate post about this but I reached an amazing amount of followers and I want to thank each and every one of you for everything <3 love you guys so so so much!!

You weren’t the most avid Christmas fan especially because it was a holiday meant to be spent with family while you resorted more often than not to friends for that purpose. Your family had done you enough harm as it was, which is why you considered your friends family.

With that logic, it was normal for you to be spending the holidays with your beloved friend Doyoung who had oh so generously offered to bring you along on his own Christmas trip/party.

Christmas was close approaching but you hadn’t yet binged on BuzzFeed Christmas quizzes like you did every single year.

“Doyoung, come here, let’s find out which Christmas treat we are based on what we buy at Urban Outfitters!” You shouted excitedly.

Doyoung shook his head on his way over, pausing his cooking preparations for this sole purpose.

“How am I a gingerbread man?” He frowned, seemingly angry with the results which provoked laughter on your end.

“I mean you’re as grumpy as the ones in that movie-“

“Excuse you, I am never grumpy.”

“Hmm-hmm, whatever you say.”

“Fine let’s do this one then.”

And that’s how you sucked Doyoung into the black hole that is the world of BuzzFeed quizzes.

“How can they know how I’ll meet my soulmate by a Christmas planning? Do they seriously think they can pull that off?”

He was exasperated by now and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty damn hilarious.

“Grumpy.” You coughed.

“What did you just say?” His offended look had doubled in mere seconds. Before you could retort, he was attacking you with tickles.

He tortured you for a few minutes, at least until you couldn’t feel your sides. He stopped with the gummiest smile on his face, laying atop of you. You didn’t realize how close you were until you both stopped laughing.

The proximity made your heart race, he was even more gorgeous up close.

“I should get back to my cooking.” He cleared his throat and almost ran back over to his station.

You hurried to the bathroom yourself, splashing your face with water so you could collect yourself. You walked back with a chill façade, hopefully having snapped out of it.

“Can I help?”

He looked up. “Sure, if you could measure 1 ½ cup of flour that would be great.”

You did as he asked and he mixed the final batter.

“What are you making again?”

“Gingerbread cookies.”

“You’re kidding” you exploded in a fit of laughter. He had made such a big deal out of it earlier yet that was what he was baking.

“Hey, no laughing.” He walked over to you menacingly. You faked fear and he brought the hand he was hiding behind his back up to your face, spreading batter all over your cheek and on the bridge of your nose.

“No fair you can’t sneak up on me like that!”

You got some batter on your own fingers and chased him around the kitchen island. He stopped only to grab your wrists so you wouldn’t touch him. You gulped under his intense gaze.

His hand rested on your left cheek- the one who didn’t have batter all over it- and you were sure he was going to kiss you, spoiler alert: he didn’t.

He leaned in and licked your right cheek clean, then moved to whisper in your ear:

“Who’s laughing now, love?” He chuckled under his breath.

You knew his words were supposed to be a comeback to your earlier teasing, but you just couldn’t help but feel butterflies even if he called you love for a condescending effect.

He walked away like nothing had just happened and maybe that was the case for him, but you had to calm your overworking heart.

“I’m gonna go change.” You stated before walking to the bedroom you had been assigned for the duration of the stay.

Without thinking, you grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts before joining him in the kitchen once more. He frowned when you walked in.

“What?”

“Uno, is that my hoodie you’re wearing? Dos, you should cover your legs it’s cold.”

“It’s not cold inside, duh.”

“(Y/N), change.”

“Are you serious right now-“

“Please.” His tone sounded almost like he was begging you which was uncharacteristic from him. Concerned, you decided to change into leggings, that would shut him up.

“Why were you insisting so much on me changing?” You crossed your arms, but he could barely take you seriously with how you were floating in his hoodie on your small frame.

He took his time to answer.

“I don’t want people to look at you in an inappropriate way.”

“They're legs Doyoung-“

“Let me finish.” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I want to be the only one to look at you that way.”

And there went your heart again. You were suddenly extremely hot again and you stood there, frozen. It took you a few minutes to manage an “okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I want you to be the only one too.” You looked down, mumbling.

His hand found its place on your cheek like last time. He looked at you sweetly before pressing his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss and rested your hands on his chest. He deepened the kiss and your theory was proven true: Doyoung was a hell of a kisser.

You were still dazed (and confused haha reference) when you broke away. And just like that, the oven beeped, signalling that the dreaded gingerbread cookies were ready.

“After you help me ice these, what do you say we take some more of your quizzes?”

“Hmm, I don’t recall saying I would help you though.”

And with his fake insulted look, you complied with his request. What a day had it been, but you were just happy that it resulted in a new, exciting relationship with the boy you had been secretly crushing on for weeks. Christmas wasn’t your favorite holiday at all, but maybe now it would be if it meant you got to spend it with Doyoung every year.

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altaieu · 5 years

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please refrain from reb/0gging

as im watching the dark skies shift to blues, the sun is rising on a household with one less kitten in it today. i can see no stars out.

amber died yesterday.

we took her home on friday, neck tube in and accompanied by medicine, after a 9 day stay in the hospital. we were going to try our hardest to help her get get better. we’d been making plans the entire time what we’d do with her when she was healthy again; that we’d definitely let them out next more next summer and make certain the garden had no places for pests, that i’d play with them even more than i did now, that we’d get them all health insurance. we bought her the cat bed we’d been lingering over at the store to make sure she had a very comfy spot to recover in. i’d woken up late on friday but i helped my sister with feeding her, giving her medicine. i was prepared to stay up all day saturday to help.

but she hadn’t closed here eyes since she’d come home, and what my sister thought was her sleeping - nictitating membranes half closed, paws twitching like she was dreaming - maybe have been a seizure in retrospect. though she took everything well, at 7 am she was having breathing problems. she was laying sideways on the floor with her little tongue sticking out, eyes half closed. we woke everyone up. we rushed her back to the hospital immediately. we talked about putting her down, and i’m sad we didn’t in retrospect, but we had never lost a cat before and we were so hopeful she could still turn around - twice while she was at the hospital she’d perked up and looked for all intents and purposes that she was recovering. she was such a strong, healthy cat before all this happened, it was hard to think she could just go like that, but as it happened it was just complication after complication that hit her. so we held off to give her the weekend, said if she didn’t look better, we’d be back to sign the papers.

it was not even 5 hours after we’d left her there that we got the call, around 1:30 pm. she’d nosedived suddenly and they tried to resuscitate her to no success - something my sister had said yes to out of reflex, but was going to phone tomorrow to say not to do, to just let her go. we went back and saw her little body. my sister cradled her in her arms, and every time she shifted in her seat amber’s fuzzy ears swayed just a bit and i kept expecting her to shake it off, wake up, blink up at us with those big, warm, adoring eyes she always had. her head was as cold as the wind outside when i pet her and i feel as if the chill hasn’t left my hand.

now my brain keeps playing that still face against those late night/early morning memories of her jumping up on my bed and my desk, smiling at me with that big wide happy mouth, bumping her head against mine and against the curtain until i’d open it and she could look out and she’d wiggle her big fluffy butt right between me and my monitor. her tail would always be straight up as she watched the shifting shadows beyond the glass and she purred like an orchestra. then she’d sit on my lap and make the cutest face at me, and i’d pet her a little, but because she always seemed to do this when i was absorbed in writing or art i’d pat her butt until she got annoyed and leapt off, skittering out of my room and down the stairs with the noise of a horse. i’d always felt a little guilty after that, and last time, in damn november, i’d made the promise to myself that next time she came to visit i’d let her sit on me and cuddle up as long as she wanted. it’s been barely 15 hours and already i miss seeing that fuzzy face pop up from behind my desk, that fluffy butt jogging out of my room. amber, i’m so sorry i booted you away when you were lonely in the mornings and just wanted to give and receive love from me.

there’s so many things i wish we did in retrospect (in retrospect, in retrospect). i wish i had pushed harder for a vet appointment when i first saw her so listless, but i always differ to my sister and she said she had no money for it. i wish we’d gotten all our cats health insurance so it wouldn’t have been as big of a cost as it was, that we wouldn’t have been so hesitant about a vet appointment in the first place. i wish i had convinced my sis to put her down when we were there in the mornning so she could have passed away in the arms of someone she loved surrounded by people she cared about instead of laying her head against the side of a small metal cage because we were too scared to let go of her. i’m so sorry amber, we did you so wrong.

when we were there in the morning a man came in after us, an old old man who looked to be in his eighties or so. he was there about a cremation for his african grey parrot who’d passed away the night before. he had a south african accent, and i heard him talking about how he’d been with the bird for forty seven years, that he’d found it abandoned by someone else. i saw him and an old woman bawling in the parking lot afterwards. looking back i should have taken it as an omen.

when we got back to the house the first time, around 11:30 in the morning, the cats were going crazy. all three were trying to get into my room. i wanted nora to stay out so she could comfort my sister, but maggie stood on my desk for 15 minutes staring with that kitty love face and headbutting me before she fell asleep on the bed by my feet. sassy, meanwhile, was absolutely losing it, running around the house and yelling with her unique, loud “mryow” sounding vocalization, eyes wide. should have taken it as an omen.

its weird to wake up at 3 am today to three cats. a time in the morning when i know amber would’ve come to visit, given her health back. its weird to walk down and not see her stretch her big fuzzy yellow belly into a croissant shape. i miss running around the house with the knotted shoelace and having her run after me at top speed, catching it and then running along with me as its in her mouth. i miss her closing eyes as you brushed her mane. i miss that little orange spot she wore on her head like a jewel.

i don’t think i can do anything downstairs without getting choked up about how she’d lie across my legs as i did anything. i don’t think i can get back to playing spyro or watching xfiles since she was there like that the whole time for those. i don’t think i can pick up arkham knight or aco again since i’d sit out in the middle of the floor for those and she’d come up behind me and bump my back, sit on my blanket, lay across one of my legs as i played.

i worry about my sister who cannot even lie in her bed without remembering amber there, sleeping on a pillow beside her, hugging her with all her legs. that cat got her through an abusive relationship and countless depressive episodes and the inherent trauma of being trans in a world that really doesn’t want you to live.

but like whether she’s in kitty heaven as my parents would prefer to think, or she’s my sister’s little spirit guardian now, or if there’s a kitten born on this day that might cross our paths again and bump our legs and look up, i hope she’s doing good. she deserves that at least, she was the sweetest cat i ever met and she should have got more than we could give her.

i feel bad for the hospital staff too. in her stay there she charmed everyone who crossed her path and they were all rooting so hard for her to pull through. one of the vets had her out in her office walking around for exercise on one of the days she was very perky, seemingly recovering. the one we interacted with yesterday was too kind, waiving the fees for the resuscitation attempts and refunding us the 700 we put down for the next few days of care that wouldn’t come to pass. i mean, we’d already dropped 9k on her and were fully prepared to spend 1k more for that fighting chance of a weekend - and of all the things we regret that is not one of them, even if i know a thousand people who’d call us fucking idiots for it. no cent spent trying to keep her alive was a waste. between all of us, even if we had to go into debt, it was the least we could do. we put aside those hopeful dreams of actually owning a house for her, and all my daydreams of introducing them to the new place.

but that 9k could have been reduced to 4.5k (over the 8 years, putting into it each month) if we’d had health insurance on her. as much as that is, it’s tiny compared to what we just spent and would have given us the reassurance to take her to the vet the moment she got sick instead of worrying about money. please, if you have pets you care about, get them health insurance. here it’s 50 a month but that is nothing compared to the cost of vet bills even for routine checkups which it will cover 90% of, and it will give you the peace of mind that you can go to the vet whenever. the moment a pet starts acting unusual you should take them. even if its nothing, its better safe than sorry. complications can hit so fast and pile up.

i’ll be watching the other cats much more closely after this and - after i have my energy back, hopefully - i’ll follow through on that promise and pay them even more attention and get them even more toys. we’re gping to get them health insurance in january and we’re gonna spent the spring cleaning up the backyard to make it safer for the cats, just in case. when they get into the backyard in the summer, oh, its gonna be real fuckin strange not to see amber’s cute sandy coloured face under the lilac tree by the little pond. i still have photos of her from last summer and remember vividly making myself stupid in the grass to get those upward shots of her.

goodnight little lion. you had all the colours of the desert in you and all the love of the sweetest little earth angel, eager to share it. i wish we could have given you so many more years of care, eight was not enough and eleven is much too young for a kitty to go, but i hope you are warm and basking in sunlight wherever you are.

i could see no stars out until i looked behind the house. there, despite the heavy cloud cover on this overcast day, there is a single star shining brighter than i’ve ever seen before, right above us, right at the door.

#animal death tw 6635 #long post 645

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