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#little Bear rainy day activities

autumn--eliot · 9 months

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i just want to be 6 years old again playing Little Bear Rainy Day Activities on my parents windows 96 computer

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threadbaresweater · 6 months

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if she calls, i'll be right there | megumi fushiguro

He's quiet. He's helpful. He's good with your kids. He's handsome and smart and totally not living up to his potential. He's younger than you. Months after your divorce is final, you find yourself entangled with your next door neighbor in more ways than one. At first it's just a casual thing, a way to blow off steam. But you realize after some time has passed, you're both in far deeper than you ever meant to be.

Cw: age gap- Megumi is in his early twenties, reader is in her early-to-mid thirties. Reader is divorced and has two children. Mentions of infidelity and emotional abuse. Alcohol use. Consensual (unprotected) sex. Slightly obsessive Megumi. 5.7k words (how did this happen?) Largely unedited. We die like men around here. Please don't be afraid to let me know if there are any glaring errors. Minors please dni.

You met Megumi on a cold, rainy November afternoon in the parking lot outside your townhouse. You'd just dropped off your kids to their dad for the weekend and stopped to pick up a few groceries on your way home. Weary and stressed from a busy week of work, playing taxi, helping with homework and hairstyles and extra-curricular activities, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend alone to decompress and try to remember yourself.

Your divorce was still fresh, still raw. Your ex husband made it difficult for you to be civil, but you did your best to be polite in front of your children. They seemed to be adjusting to the custody arrangement as well as could be expected, but you found that working full time and being a single parent was far more taxing than you had anticipated. There was little time to connect with friends or to fit in any sort of leisure time. So when weekends rolled around and you had a bit of a break, you often found yourself overwhelmed and lacking direction. Do you catch up on laundry and mow the lawn, or do you meet friends for drinks and indulge in a night of fun? Though you didn't yet consider yourself old, you certainly didn't feel young and desirable these days. Dating wasn't an option just yet, either. You knew that the baggage you carried around was too heavy to ask anyone else to bear, so most weekends, you preferred to tidy up around the house enough so that you wouldn't feel guilty about lazing around, then you'd open a bottle of wine and order takeout and binge a few episodes of your favorite series.

For a few minutes, you sat in the car, hoping the rain would lighten up and the wind would die down just a little. You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio, humming quietly, running through your mental list of restaurants that would deliver dinner. The song ended, the rain still came down in sheets, and you sighed. "Here goes nothing," you muttered, putting up the hood of your raincoat and ducking your head under the deluge. You ran to the back of your car and lifted the hatch, only for one of the bags of groceries to topple out onto the asphalt. A glass jar of marinara hit the ground and shattered on impact, and the loaf of sourdough you'd been looking forward to–wrapped in a flimsy paper sack– slipped directly into a puddle.

With a heavy, tearful sigh, you put back into the bag what hadn't hit the ground and hoisted it up on your hip, then grabbed the second bag. You'd have to come back out when the rain stopped to sweep up the glass. As you turned to hurry up to your porch, you heard someone call out to you from a few doors down, footsteps splashing quickly through the puddles.

"Hey! You need help?"

A slender hand reached toward one of the bags at your hip and you reflexively recoiled, turning yourself away. "I got it, thanks," you said, eyeing the stranger warily. He looked a little offended, then hooked his thumb in the direction of your car.

"Looks like you dropped something back there. Sure you don't need me to help?"

Something in the way he looked at you made you soften a little, and the cold, driving rain only furthered your decision that yes, you did need help, so you thrust one of the bags into his arms and dug your keys from your pocket.

"Hold that for just a sec so I can–"

The bottom of the other paper bag in your arm gave out, spilling the rest of your purchases onto the sidewalk; suddenly, you were thankful for the rain, because it hid your frustrated tears.

"Got it," he said quietly, bending to scoop up your goods before they could be further ruined. You quickly unlocked your door and directed him inside.

"Just put it there," you said, motioning to a side table in the front hallway of your home. He did so, carefully, making sure not to drop anything else. The two of you stood on the rug while you shrugged out of your coat with a disgruntled sniffle. "Thanks, uh–"

"Megumi. I, um, live a few doors down." He pushed back the hood of his jacket and ruffled his hair, peering at you through long, dark lashes.

"Oh, Megumi! Yeah, we've met once before!" You told him your name, and he nodded. Said he remembered you, too. You smirked at him, toeing off your shoes and setting them over the vent to dry. "Well thanks for helping me." With a weary sigh, you started gathering up your groceries. "I really appreciate it."

He nodded again, looking a little unsure of himself. "No problem. I should probably go now." He looked out to survey the rain and found that it was beginning to let up just a little. "Unless you need some help putting that away."

"I think I can manage from here, but thank you." You really didn't want to be rude, but the day had already taken its toll, and you really just wanted to take a warm bath and curl up in front of the TV with some comfort food and your favorite blanket. "But if I ever need help again, I know who to call on," you say with a wink.

Megumi ducked his head and lifted his hood so you didn't see the blush that flooded to his cheeks, then shoved his hands into his pockets, using his shoulder to open the door. "Sure, yeah. Anytime." With a short nod, he steps outside. "See ya."

"Bye," you said, watching him go.

You lingered so long in the doorway that the glass began to fog over with your breath.

Life stayed busy, as it tends to do when you're a single parent, and you didn’t see Megumi again for several weeks. In fact, it was nearly Christmas before you ran into him again.

The days turned cold quickly, and when the snow began to fall, your daughters wanted nothing more than to spend time outside playing in it. So you bundled them up, snug and warm, and ventured out into your front yard to teach them the art of building a snowman.

Megumi watched you from his second story window for a little while, and when you struggled to lift the middle portion of your snowman onto the base, he thought maybe he ought to help. It was also an opportunity to talk to you again.

"Use your muscles, mama!" your oldest daughter instructed. "We'll help!"

The three of you tried your best to hoist it off the ground. You giggled so much that your strength left your body entirely, and you all fell to the ground in a giddy fit of laughter and decided to make snow angels instead. Eyes closed against the fluffy flakes of snow that continued to float down from the sky, you didn't notice Megumi walk out onto the lawn and lift the large ball onto the base. He packed in a little more snow to close the seam, then began rolling what would become the head.

"Ok, girls, let's try again," you said, pushing yourself off the ground. Once you were upright, you came face to face with Megumi, his cheeks rosy, breathing out gentle white puffs of air. "Oh!"

This close, you could see the intense green of his eyes, the snowflakes that gathered in his long lashes. He stared back at you for a second, surprised at the close proximity of you. "Hey."

You laughed sheepishly, taking a step back, then brushing the snow from your bottom. "Hi!" you said, a little too loud. "You scared me!"

Megumi bent down to continue rolling the head of the snowman, and your youngest daughter hugged you around the hips, watching him curiously. "Who's that, mama?"

You draped your arm over her shoulders and hugged her close. "That's our neighbor, Megumi. Go on, say hello," you encouraged.

With a tiny, mitten-covered hand, she waved to him. "Hi 'gumi."

"This is gonna be the best snowman ever!" your oldest daughter chimed in, dashing over to help Megumi push the ever-growing ball of snow around.

He offered her a comfortable smile and let her take over for a minute. "I think so, too. You guys are good at this."

The four of you worked together until the assembly was complete. You gathered some stones from a neighboring driveway to add eyes and a mouth, and a carrot from your kitchen made a fine nose. Two sticks gave the snowman arms, and an old, knit hat covered his head.

"He needs a scarf!" your oldest cried, tugging at your jacket. "He looks cold!"

You looked around, trying to remember if you had an extra, old scarf laying around anywhere inside. "I don't think we have one," you said.

Seeing the girls look a little crestfallen, Megumi took it upon himself to unwind the plaid scarf tied around his own neck, and held it out to them "How about this?"

Their squeals of laughter made him smile, and he looked at you as if seeking approval.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," you said.

He shrugged, even as the girls had accepted his offer and were tying the scarf onto its new owner. "I've got another one. I don't mind."

You looked at him, and for a moment, you saw more than just the guy next door. Your heartbeat kicked into a faster rhythm as he held your gaze, and it wasn't until your daughter had cried Mama, mama look! a handful of times that you tore your gaze from him, shaking your head, a little dizzy.

"I see, baby! He's perfect!"

Megumi stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets, watching as you adjusted the snowman’s limbs. And when your youngest whined about being too cold, her little teeth chattering in a sudden gust of wind, you began to herd both girls toward the house. You turned back to Megumi and gave him a gentle smile.

"Um, do you want to come in for hot chocolate?" When his eyes widened and your girls cheered, you added, "We have mini marshmallows."

He chuckled– warm and deep, ducking his chin down into the collar of his coat. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

You made small talk in the kitchen while you sent your girls upstairs to change into their pajamas. The sun was setting, and you didn't plan on going out anywhere else that evening, so you figured it would save a step later to have them go ahead and change.

Megumi offered to help with the hot chocolate, but you wouldn't have it. He sat at your kitchen table, tearing a napkin into neat little squares while you chatted idly about work. You learned that he worked at a call center for a health insurance company. And though you meant no offense, you laughed a little.

He raised a curious brow and blew over the top of his mug before taking a tentative sip. "What's so funny?" He asked.

You shrugged and dropped an ice cube into each of your girls' mugs, then gave them a stir. "You don't seem like an insurance salesman, I guess."

"I don't sell. I just field questions about policies and stuff."

"But you don't, like, get commission or anything when you try and upsell someone?"

He shook his head. "I don't upsell. We're not allowed. I literally just talk to people about their claims and usually end up sending them off to someone else who can handle it."

You leaned against the kitchen counter with your hip, fingers interlaced around your own warm mug of hot chocolate. "Aren't you bored?"

Megumi looked at you for a moment, tilting his head to the side. "I mean, yeah, but the pay is decent."

"I dunno. A smart, good looking guy like you? I bet you could get any job you wanted."

It took you a moment to realize what you said, and how it must have sounded to Megumi. You stuttered a little and called your girls into the kitchen. "Hot chocolate's ready!"

The girls bounced into the room and sat down at the table, instantly dominating the conversation. Truth be told, you didn't mind one bit. The last words you spoke echoed around in your mind and you kept stealing glances at Megumi while your daughters chatted about school and classmates and their favorite cartoon characters. He was good at asking them questions about their interests, staying just interested enough to keep them chattering away while still being able to turn his attention to you now and then, sharing a secret smile with you that spoke volumes.

Once their mugs were empty, you shooed them off to their room to play. Megumi stood and helped you clear away some of the mess, then said he should go, too.

"Thanks for the invite," he said, lingering near the doorway, hands in his pockets, shoulders rounded.

"I hope I didn't make this awkward," you breathed, putting away the last of the spoons. "I didn't mean…" What did you mean?

He lifted a hand and made a dismissive gesture. "Tch. No worries. I didn't take it badly. I know I can do better." He sighed, looking at you meaningfully. "You know what they say– money makes the world go 'round. Or…something." He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks tinted pink. "I'd better stop before I say something else dumb."

You smiled sympathetically. "Let me walk you to the door."

He slipped on his coat and stepped into his boots that were now warm and dry. "Thanks again for having me."

"Sure, no problem, honestly. The girls really liked you. I haven't heard them talk that much to someone that's not me or their dad in…well, in a really long time."

Megumi's eyes widened considerably, and he took a step back, zipping up his coat. "Dad? Oh. Are you–?"

"Divorced," you blurted out, pointing to the lack of ring on your finger. "Recent. Um, actually. Final! Not tied up in court or anything anymore. Nope, I'm single!" Shut up, shut up!

Poor Megumi had no idea what to say or how to say it. He wanted to say he was glad to know you weren't married, because it would have made him feel terribly guilty for being attracted to you. In fact, he already felt guilty enough for the thoughts he'd been wrestling with, considering the fact that you were at least 5 years older than him (he guessed) if not more. There was no way a beautiful woman like you– with two kids and a rich life of your own– would ever consider getting involved with a younger, directionless guy.

He swallowed. "Me. Uh, me too." He showed you his own, ringless finger, and you felt your cheeks flood with heat. "Uh, goodnight. Thanks again for the hot chocolate."

"Goodnight, Megumi. Don't be a stranger, okay?"

He scratched the back of his neck and smiled at you– shy, unsure. God, you were beautiful. "Okay, yeah. See ya later."

He found little ways to ease into your life after that snowy, December afternoon. He learned your routine, memorizing when you left for work and when you got home, what days the girls stayed with you and which weekends they spent at their dad's. He made sure your sidewalk stayed clear of ice and snow and even woke to scrape the frost from your car once the frigid temperatures of January and early February took hold. He helped you carry in groceries more than once, helped you juggle backpacks and dance bags and even a coffee table you salvaged once from a flea market. He was a good friend to you, one whose company you cherished. You never really considered Megumi someone who would want more than just a casual friendship with you.

The day he found you crying in your car was the day things changed.

It wasn't that you were still in love with your ex husband. What he did to you– the very reason for your divorce– made certain that you'd never be able to look at him with love in your eyes again. And it wasn't that you didn't think he deserved to find happiness with someone in your stead. But when you ran into him on your lunch break and saw his arm around the waist of another woman, your stomach lurched and your vision blurred, and you had to excuse yourself. Your coworkers had murmured quietly as you darted to the restroom and locked yourself inside while your thoughts spiraled.

It wasn't fair. Of course you didn't want him back. Of course, you'd never be able to reconcile and have the relationship you'd once thought would last forever. Till death do you part, right? In sickness and in health? Your vows didn't account for him being a compulsive liar, though. A man who could look you dead in the eyes and tell the most convoluted stories and expect you to believe every word. You did for years, though. Excuses for why your savings gradually disappeared, for being late coming home from work time and time again. For missing dance recitals and holiday dinners. For so many reasons, so many times you lost count. He left you with no choice but to leave.

His happiness (or lack thereof) was no longer your concern. So why did it bother you so much to witness him touch another woman the way he used to touch you? You knew in your heart that their relationship would flounder, just like yours did. You knew he couldn't be faithful or truthful with anyone, including himself. Where was your happiness? Why couldn't you find it within yourself, as so many people promised you would?

A gentle tapping on your window startled you so much that you yelped and jolted, your heart kicking into overdrive. You swiped a hand through the fog on the glass to find Megumi, staring back at you with concern etched into his pretty features. Hurriedly, you wiped your tears away and rolled down the window, faking a tight-lipped smile.

"Don't," he said, fingers closing around the top edge of the window.

You scoffed, then sniffled. "Don't what?"

"Smile. I know you don't mean it."

You tucked your chin into your chest and squeezed your eyes shut; a couple more tears spilled free, and Megumi reached in to catch them on his cold fingertips. "Go inside. It’s cold out here."

Sighing, you killed the engine. Megumi stepped away from your car to allow you room to step out, then walked you to your door, hand hovering just above the small of your back to guide you. You were trembling so much that you couldn't even get the key in the door, and it caused a fresh wave of sadness to wrack your body, so you leaned your forehead into the wood and sobbed. Megumi gingerly took your keys from your hand and did it for you, ushering you gently inside. He took your coat and hung it, bent down to slide your shoes off your feet, set your purse on the table. "Come on," he said, helping you to the couch.

"You don't have to do this," you whispered, watching him as he grabbed the blanket you kept on the back of the couch and draped it over your lap. "You…you should go. I'm not good company right now."

He looked as if you'd slapped him across the face. Standing before you, eyes full of disbelief, of tenderness, he ran his fingers through his hair and looked off to the side. "I've never seen you cry," he murmured. "I just got worried."

"That's really sweet of you," you say, pulling the blanket up to your chin while you tuck your legs under your bottom, curling into the side of your couch. "I just need to be alone right now." Please don't leave me, you wanted to say. You felt incredibly vulnerable, and you knew if he stayed…

"I mean, if you want to talk about it, I'm right here." Something in his voice made him sound a little offended, as if he thought you didn't find him trustworthy. The weeks you'd spend making idle small talk with him didn't add up to much; in that moment, however, you realized you'd shared much more with him than just the little details about your life. "Was it him?"

Your eyes welled with fresh, burning tears, and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, nodded, then buried your face in the blanket. "I'm so pathetic."

Megumi sat down beside you then, laying a tentative hand on your knee. You could feel his warmth even through the blanket, and you sucked in a breath, trying to calm yourself. "No, you're not," he implored. "I think you're amazing."

You laughed in spite of yourself, swiping at your runny nose with the sleeve of your sweater. "I don't feel amazing," you argued.

Megumi's hand pressed a little harder on your knee, and he shifted closer, reaching over to touch your chin. You gasped and turned your head at his gentle insistence, meeting his intense stare.

You'd touched him before. Accidental brushes against his shoulder in your kitchen. Bumping into him when you, he, and your daughters all crowded through your front door at once, carrying bags and hanging up coats. A playful nudge when he made you laugh at something silly. This felt new, though. Different in a way you didn't want to admit. Your intense sorrow gave way to something else, something you had been pushing down for weeks now.

“Megumi…”

The next few moments passed in a dreamy blur. You weren’t sure who kissed who first, who took that initial leap, but the next thing you knew, he was leaning into you, pressing your back against the couch. Your hands threaded through his hair and you held him against you while he licked into your mouth– hungry, passionate, all-consuming. For one tender, quiet moment, he pulled back and kissed your tear-stained cheeks, thumbing at the moisture collected in your eyelashes. “So beautiful…” he breathed, soft lips bumping against your own.

You grabbed his wrist and pressed your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Down the column of your neck Megumi dropped featherlight kisses and you moaned softly, eyes swung toward the ceiling. He shifted his weight against you, fingers spread around your ear, tilting your chin so his mouth could explore further, down to your collarbone. “Tell me to stop.”

You couldn’t. You should, but the more he kissed you, the more you relaxed into him, the more you kissed him back with the same eagerness he showed you. Soon, his hands were beneath your sweater, thumbs grazing over the satin cups of your bra. You drug your nails up the back of his neck and he moaned so beautifully into your mouth that you felt a surge of arousal between your legs. When he tugged at the hem of your shirt, you leaned back and lifted your arms to allow him to pull it off, then crawled over him, into his lap, kissing him with a hungry intensity that he met in kind. You weren’t surprised to feel the bulge between his legs when you rolled your hips down into him. You wanted to devour and be devoured.

Once his own shirt was off, he took great care in unclasping your bra, lifting it away to reveal your breasts. For one reverent, quiet moment, he cupped them in his warm hands, tracing the outline of your areolas, thumbing over your nipples. You’re sure he’d seen breasts much younger than yours, not deflated from breastfeeding and fluctuations in your weight over the years, but the way he looked at them made you less insecure, more proud of how your body had aged. You wanted to say something, to ask him what he was thinking, but when his tongue laved over your nipple before his lips closed around it, all coherent thought flew out the window along with your sense of self-preservation. “Oh my god–”

“Want you so bad,” he whispered, hands kneading the fat of your thighs to pull you further down into his lap. You linked your arms around his shoulders as your hips found a rhythm, grinding yourself against him, desperate to ease the ache in your gut. You worked your hands between your bodies to unfasten his jeans, taking care to pull down the zipper so it didn’t catch. Megumi pulled away from your kisses to watch, breathing through his open mouth as you freed his cock, smoothing your hand over its heavy, velvety warmth. “Please,” he whimpered.

You smiled, eyes hooded, clouded with lust, and leaned in so your lips touched his ear. “Please, what?”

“Need you,” he said, rutting against your hand, head laid against the back of your couch, fingers toying with the waist of your pants.

“Not here,” you said, pulling him off the couch. He stumbled to his feet and straight into your arms. He couldn’t bear to stop kissing you, to not be able to touch you. Out of the living room and up the stairs to your bedroom, you bumped into walls, you tripped over stairs. You giggled against his neck and he nipped at your shoulders as you discarded your pants in the doorway before crawling backwards onto your bed. Megumi stood before you, skin flushed pink, chest heaving, staring down at you with awe. “Come,” you commanded, letting your legs fall open. You watched as he swallowed, his throat bobbing before he climbed over you. Another kiss, and he trailed warm, soft fingers up the inside of your thigh, then swiped them lightly through your folds. You keened as your back arched off the bed and Megumi shuddered. He was fascinated with you. On one hand, he wanted to take his time, to map out every curve, every freckle and mole, every dip and scar. He wanted to know what every inch of you felt like against his lips, what kinds of sounds you’d make when he kissed your most intimate places. He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside you, to feel your ankles hooked at his waist, to whisper his devotion against your ear while you gripped his hair with a trembling fist and cried out his name.

“Hey, you ok in there?” you asked. He’d been still for a few moments, tracing idle patterns across your belly, the hand between your legs resting comfortably, fingertip just inside. You stroked his hair from where his head laid against your breasts and his ear caught your heartbeat.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

You kissed his hair and scratched lightly across his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“I mean it,” he said, a little louder. He hooked his finger inside you a little deeper and found your clit, rubbing small circles against it. Your breath caught and you gripped his hair a little tighter, closing your eyes.

“I know. I know you do, Megumi. You make me feel that way.”

He pressed in further and murmured something about how wet you were, then shifted himself over you, pushing your thighs apart with a strength that surprised you, thumbs pressing hard into your flesh. You moaned in tandem when he finally entered you, meeting in a messy, filthy kiss as you arched off the bed to meet him.

You made slow, sleepy love, moving in the way people who have been together for years do. No rush, no daring positions or fast, hard fucking. Megumi worshiped you, all soft kisses and breathy moans, careful hands and tender affirmations. Your body bloomed in response, and for the first time in forever, you felt alive. Every nerve ending felt warm, blood rushing to your fingertips, your toes, to your head; you were drunk with pleasure and let yourself get swept away in his affection. And when you came, it wasn’t earth shattering. It began as embers in a fire, warm and stirring before it spread outward and consumed you with its overwhelming heat. You felt it everywhere– every beat of your heart only drove it deeper into your veins. You clung to him as you rode out your high and he reached his own, face buried in the space between your neck and shoulder, panting open-mouthed against your skin.

For a long time, you held him, tears sliding across your temples as you lay on your pillow, heart thumping against your chest. Megumi closed his eyes, one arm slung across your abdomen. His opposite hand laced with yours and he squeezed, subtle and quiet, breathing softly against your shoulder with his head tucked beneath your chin.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you woke several hours later, covered in a knit blanket from your bedroom closet. Blinking slowly, you stretched your arm out across the bed in search of Megumi. Somewhat disappointed (but not surprised) to find only cold, empty space where he had been, you got up, dressed in panties and an oversized t-shirt, and wandered down the stairs.

The clock on the wall told you it was past two in the morning, and the soft glow from the nightlight in the kitchen made you smile. Leaning against the counter was Megumi, nursing a cup of something you assumed was hot chocolate based on his preferences. You turned on the tap to get yourself a glass of water and tucked yourself into his side.

“I thought you went home,” you said.

“I probably should.”

You pressed into him further, sliding your arm around his waist. “You don’t have to.”

He slid a warm hand behind your head and held you against his chest, leaning to kiss your hair. “Good. I didn’t want to.”

From that point forward, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You restrained yourself when your daughters were with you, playing it cool and making sure they never saw you kissing or otherwise showing affection. Megumi found ways, though. He’d hook his pinky with yours while you sat on a park bench watching the girls play. He’d corner you in the kitchen to kiss you when they ran outside to get the mail, or rest a hand on your thigh while you watched a movie. It became a habit for him to spend the night in your bed when your daughters went to their father’s for a weekend, and when you weren’t fucking like rabbits on every surface of your house, you’d stay up late with a few bottles of beer and a cozy little fire on your patio, resting comfortably together while you talked and learned about each other. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he worshiped the ground you walked upon. You were in deep. Infatuated. Obsessed with each other. If it was unhealthy, you didn’t care. You felt vibrant, relaxed, beautiful. Ready to conquer the world.

What you had with Megumi wasn’t defined as anything specific. And though you weren’t explicitly together, you also hadn’t dated other men. A well meaning coworker had asked you if you’d tried a dating app, and you politely told her you weren’t ready to put yourself out there just yet. You told Megumi one evening, a few days after it happened, and felt him stiffen at your side. He reached for his beer and took a long drink, then remained sitting forward, elbows on his knees. “Do you wanna date other guys?”

You huffed a short laugh and bumped him with your shoulder. “Do you think I want to date other guys?”

He looked…irritated. “Answer my question.” You watched his jaw clench and felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“I thought– no, nevermind.” You shook your head and poked at the fire with a long stick, not daring to look him in the eye.

“You thought what?” The air was thick around you, even as a cool breeze blew through the trees. You shivered involuntarily, gathering your cardigan tighter around you.

“I mean, aren’t we dating? I guess we never really defined it, but…” You dared a peek at him, how the flames from the fire reflected in his eyes, how he looked at you with such devoted reverence it took your breath away. Quietly, you admitted, “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Neither do I,” he whispered, visibly relaxing.

“I’m…a lot older than you, Megumi.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“I don’t want to have any more kids.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, a little more tense than before. He squeezed your thigh and scooted closer, ducking in to kiss your forehead. “Still want you.”

“I don’t even know if I want to get married again.”

He kissed your brow. “Don’t care. I’ll wait. And if you decide you don’t want to, I’ll still be here.” He hooked his finger under your chin and turned your face toward his, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll still be in love with you.”

You breathed a little sigh and averted your eyes. “Megumi…”

“I’m serious. I do love you. And…” he tilted his head trying to meet your eyes again. “I think you love me, too.”

You kissed him. A distraction, a way to buy time before you said the words out loud. The words you’d rolled around on your tongue since the night you first slept together. It terrified you, the possibility of loving someone new, of giving your heart over to someone again. Megumi was nothing like your ex husband, but the hurt he caused made it nearly impossible for you to trust someone not to do it all over again.

But for Megumi, you thought you could try. You wanted to give him that chance, to ease into something beautiful that you’d already been building.

He cupped your face in his hands and gently pulled out of the kiss. “I love you,” he repeated. Expectant. Hopeful.

“I love you, too.”

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lunatic-pudge · 3 months

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TF2 Mercs Green Flags (except it's very biased)

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I love my boys. Yes, this is biased and questionable. But this is meant to be cute and fun.

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Scout:

-Silly little goober, great person to be around when you need cheering up

-Golden retreiver boyfriend

-Can easily make you laugh without even trying

-Artsy fartsy

Pyro

-Cutie patootie who makes the cutest drawings of you two together

-Owns an Easy Bake Oven

-Master at baking, never-ending supply of sweets for you to indulge in

-Your biggest supporter. Would literally cheer for you if you rob a bank

Soldier

-Also your biggest supporter, will demand that other adore you as well

-Will let you own any pet you want no matter what the animal is

-Speeches of why you're the best thing to ever exist and how America is blessed to have such a beauty like you live there

-Will give you anything and everything you could ever want, like human ears. Definitely a good person to be if you like collecting weird stuff

Demo

-Precious baby boy is a major cuddle bug

-Def knows how to knit/crochet, will make you whatever you want

-Baby man likes learning about folklore/mythology

-He's essentially a big walking teddy bear. Perfect for cuddles, especially on a cold or rainy day

Heavy

-GIANT WALKING TEDDY BEAR

-Protective baby boy, big scary dog privleges

-Bookworm, can recommend a good book if you don't know what to read

-Perfect person to lay around and cuddle with, he can smother me any day. Dates at home are TOP TIER

Engie

-THE BEST PERSON TO GO TO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING AN OFF DAY HANDS DOWN

-Smart boy, can make you stuff that helps with day to day activities which is helpful if you can't do certain things to having a disability or something

-Dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, can't get enough of it

-Voice of an angel, will sing for you if you'd like. Can def sing you to sleep

Medic

-NERD, he's an adorable nerd! Let him ramble about his hyperfixations!

-Def a good pet owner, would kill someone if they don't take proper care of their pets

-Would make sure you take care of yourself, he's kinda like a dad that cares

-He's such a maniac. I can see him just secretly being up to no good all the time. And he's also very girlypop

-Putting an extra for him cause I can: Medic boobs. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Sniper

-Sweet, precious baby boy who can do no wrong. He strikes me as someone who listens to EVERYTHING when it comes to music. He ain't genrephobic

-Also a collector of weird things. Likes making bone jewlery. Bone boy

-I just love the concept of him being feral? This is probably the weirdest thing on the list. Like there's the golden retreiver boyfriend (Scout), and then there's the feral boyfriend (Sniper). Literally acts like a cat, hiding away from people, hissing when people that aren't you tries to touch him, will demand attention/affection from you, ect. I need to make a more detailed idea of a feral boyfriend so work with me plz

-He would absolutely let you wear his clothes, thinking about how adorable you look. He'd do the same with your clothes if they're big enough for his lanky body. You two swap jackets in the winter time so you guys always have a piece of each other when you two are busy and aren't able to see each other

Spy

-I know a running joke is that Spy is a smelly French asshole, but I really do think that he wears some of the nicest smelling cologne out there. Expensive af colonge, but damn, it's addicting

-Smarty pants. Not just anyone can be a spy, it takes quite a bit of intellect for it. And not to mentions he knows multiple languages? Love it, even if I hate the French language with a burning passion

-Him having a good taste in fashion? He's gotta know what he's doing by wearing suits all the time. Not only does he look fresh af, but people always look so good in a suit, especially when it fits them. But please also picture him dressed in a more romantic goth aesthetic plz, okay I'll stop now

-Is good at paying attention to even the littlest of details about his partners. Even if you're trying to be cryptic or subtle about things, he'll always find out. He's def a protective type too

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itsmattchou · 8 months

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we are diamonds shining today !

pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader warnings: reader implied to be shorter than gyuvin (and being cute and adorable), worrying about exams, mentions of food, scary place wah, gyuvin is s t u p i d, yujin is anti love!!!, implied suggestive something idk, english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff, crack synopsis: 5 "first times" with kim gyuvin. notes: LATE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GYUVIN!! pls dont flop pls dont flop

the first time he kissed top of your head. it was a rainy wednesday, barely a month into your relationship with gyuvin. like always the two of you spent the lunch break together, just the two of you at your secret spot. while gyuvin was munching on carrots bugs bunny style, you confided in him about you being scared of the exam that was going to be written in a few- the bell rang- the exam that was going to be written now. you stood up and told gyuvin to please bury you once the exam was done, but he just shook his head and moved to stand in front of you, his hands placed on your shoulders rubbing soothing circles.

"you're going to do well, don't worry about it. i believe that you can nail it." he then placed a delicate kiss to the top of your head, succeeding in cheering you up.

the first time he tried sacrificing you. gyuvin was known for being a scaredy cat and hater of everything scary. he despised horror movies with a passion, whenever he sees someone playing a video game he exits as fast as possible, and he would hate halloween too if it weren't for the sweets making up for it. but you being his cute and adorable partner, managed to drag him into a horror house at the fair. it only took you half an hour of talking into him, a teddy bear and a months supply of cotton candy! but once you entered the building, the 6 foot man named gyuvin hid behind you as if he was a little child, only occasionally peeking over your shoulder.

suddenly, skeleton shot out from behind a corner, startling you and gyuvin. but your boyfriend wasted no time in screaming, "take them! take them instead! i'm too young to die!"

the first time he canceled a date. going on dates with gyuvin was one of your favorite activities. i mean, obviously, who wouldn't enjoy spending even more time with that boy? you two always took turns planning the dates, and the date you were supposed to go on tomorrow was planned by gyuvin. but in the evening your boyfriend called you and apologized to you a billion times before he confessed that he had to cancel it. of course you weren't pleased, asking him for the reason- but what he explained to you bummed you out. gyuvin liked to gift you flowers, mostly on dates, sometimes even for no occasion at all. turns out he never got those flowers from a flower shop, but his mothers garden instead. mrs kim, busy as ever, only that day had the time to finally take care of her garden again, only to find the mess gyuvin left behind when he straight up dug the flowers out of the flowerbeds to gift them to you.

"she grounded me! can you believe this?!" gyuvin complained on the one end of the line, while you were speechless on the other end trying to figure out how to slap gyuvin per telephone.

the first time he said "i love you". you going out with gyuvins friends wasn't unusual. matter of fact, spending time with his best friends was incredibly fun. sometimes, when you were having another playful fight with gyuvin, you'd just tell him that you liked spending time with ricky, gunwook and yujin more than spending time with gyuvin, resulting in gyuvin falling to the ground and rolling around dramatically, screeching something about you killing him in a ruthless way. it was another day of spending time with your boyfriend and your boyfriends boy friends and you five went to the arcade together. after hours of competing against gyuvin in multiple games (you won of course), you two went to buy some drinks as he asked you in a joking manner if you still preferred to spend time with his friends, and you told him the truth. of course you loved spending time with him more than anything and you'd choose him over ricky, yujin or gunwook any and every day.

gyuvin softly smiled at you before he blurted out an "i love you". it would've been a really emotional and romantic moment between the two of you if it weren't for yujin who suddenly popped out behind some corner, making gagging noises.

the first time he let you do his hair. it was another rainy day, a saturday this time though, and gyuvin was going to spend the night at your place tonight- leaving the door to your room open just a crack for the sake of your mothers sanity and wellbeing. you two were watching some silly romance movie gyuvin picked for you to watch, cuddled up on your bed with gyuvins head on your chest and his arms around your waist, and your hands in his hair, playing with it. you really liked gyuvins hair- he'd sometimes even accuse you of only dating him for it- and playing with it was a habit, even a must at this point. you weren't really paying attention to the movie, rather admiring your boyfriend, as suddenly a scene in the movie piqued your interest. the girl was styling her boyfriends hair in silly ways, while the boy was mumbling about not deserving that kind of punishment- only to be upset the second she offered to leave his hair in peace. with a grin on your face you called out your boyfriends name who only sighed dramatically loud in response, already knowing what you were gonna ask for. but of course you ended up convincing gyuvin to let you do it too, he just loved you too much to say no.

"please don't make me end up bald!" gyuvin whined while you were braiding his hair. you scoffed and told him to just keep on watching the movie without paying any mind to you, promising him to not cut his hair off (even with no scissors or razors in reach).

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jackie5656 · 1 year

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Mercy On Me

With; James Potter

A/N: FINALLY. I am so sorry for how long this shit took. Honestly, I was expecting this idea to be short and sweet. Nearly 7k words later and here we are. Appreciate all your ongoing support, and I hope you enjoy!<3

Summary: The one where the two bumbling idiots are blind to the others’ affections amongst their argument, and James gets wasted.

TW: Drinking, cursing NOT YET PROOFREAD

Rain patters harshly against the pane of your window, with thunder grumbling every now and again. Wind whistles through the air outside, cutting through the comfortable silence of your bedroom. You love this weather. Finding solace in the sound of the rain and the grey hue that elicits in your bedroom. It helps you focus, convenient now that you’ve spent the past couple hours finishing up on homework assignments and studying for your upcoming Astronomy exam. The dynamics of the celestial sphere and the names of stars making up a series of constellations swim through your mind, yet theres’s an incessant fear you’ll manage to sit down in your desk come Tuesday and forget every piece of information you’ve just relayed.

James Potter, one of your dearest friends, isn’t nearly as accommodating to rainy days. It means quidditch practice is canceled, you can’t meet up in the courtyard for the groups’ daily catch up, and you’re banished to the confinements of four walls. He’s sprawled across your bed, rotating through doodling, practicing new charms, and bugging you.

He’s antsy. Your best friend is much like a hyper active child, and with no outlet for all his damned energy, he’s opted to pester you all afternoon. You try to block out his absent-minded humming and the scratching of his charcoal sketch sticks, but Prongs never makes blocking him out very easy. You swivel your chair to shoot him a glare when his rubber blending tool makes contact with he back of your head.

“Can I help you?” It takes everything in you not to flick the shit-eating grin adoring his face now that he’s gained your attention.

“Does it say anything in those books about dying of boredom? Because I’m starting to feel faint.”

“Can't you go bother Pads or Moony? Why have I been chosen to bear the weight of your undiagnosed ADHD?”

“You’ve been at this for hours, you’re not finished?”

“Not even close, Jay. You know this exam is important.”

“Can’t you at least take a break? Let’s take a nap.” He yawns, stretching over the expanse of your mattress. And while the prospect of sleeping beside him sounds tempting, you shake your head. It’s bad enough his offer elicits butterflies throughout your gut, when he’s merely seeking the company of a friend.

“What about important exam are you not gathering?” He rolls his eyes, reaching down to grab the tool he’d used as a weapon and begin sketching again. Though not without a series of muttered complaints.

You’re irritated. It’s not like you enjoy spending the better half of your day doing schoolwork. If you could afford it, you’d be right next to him and fast asleep ages ago. In a boarding school where you’re surrounded by peers for 80% of your day, there are times you wish to be alone. You regard the time to yourself as a chance to reset, considering your fragile social battery. Potter finds the notion completely foreign, and couldn’t possibly fathom why anyone would choose to not be around other people. You’re a little moody, sure. Which might be why you find his drumming of the charcoal against the book particularly distracting.

After a few beats of deep breaths, you confront it. “Would you mind, Ringo?” He pauses, looking just past the pages to send you a cheeky smile. Your attraction only angers you further. It’s bad enough your feelings are unrequited, he could at least try to look less fucking good looking all the time.

“If I weren’t being ignored, I’m sure I’d be less intolerable.”

“Why don’t you go find Sirius, I’m sure he’s bored. Or even Lily, sure she’s studying in her own dorm.” He’s not particularly thrilled with your tone in regard to your shared red-headed friend. His crush on Lily, though having been topic of conversation every time he opened his mouth, was fast and fleeting last year. He hadn’t regarded her anywhere close to that sense ever since-Since forever ago. Additionally, James Potter hates feeling needy. Like you don’t want to share his company. Like his affections are too smothering, unrequited.

“I’m not sure why you have yourself so worked up.” There’s a twinge of venom to it, you’ve unknowingly struck an insecurity. Your brows furrow with frustration, unaccustomed to his attitude.

“Not all of us can thrive off our athletic reputations, or effortless grades.” You almost regret it as soon as it’s said. You hadn’t been looking for an argument, but you’ve definitely found one.

“What's that supposed to mean?” He crosses his arms, loosened tie covered by the fabric of his robe.

“James, I didn’t-”

“No, you did.” He moves to sit up on your bed, hazel staring daggers into yours. Daring and unkind. It twinges something close to nausea in your stomach, though your blood still boils. “What did you mean?”

“I mean you don’t even have to try! Your marks are near perfect yet you rarely study. And if anything, you have quidditch to fall back on for an excuse.” He scoffs, nothing short of disbelief and indignation.

“So what, you think I don’t work for what I have?” You’ve definitely struck your nerve, but the bastards been disrespecting your social boundaries all day, and it’s most definitely gotten to you.

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant.” He stands, looming figure no longer comforting as it usually is. He’s almost intimidating, glaring at you as if you’ve just cornered him.

“I only mean athletes get treated differently, sometimes. It’s not you fault it’s, just not necessarily fair to the rest of us.” There’s that scoff again, a roll of his eyes as he wets his lips.

“You’ve lost the plot, mate.”

“Well of course you wouldn’t notice! You are one James, how would you be able to see it?”

“I’m glad that’s how you regard me, y/n. Freeloading off quidditch as if I don’t work hard as well?” There's a tone of distaste as your name crosses his lips, it feels like a punch to the stomach.

“Again, that’s not what I said.” You stand too, shoulders tensed with anger.

“Whatever. I’ll see you later, considering I’m such a bother.” He’s out the door before you can open your mouth to respond. You jumped the sound of your front door slamming, collapsing back into your chair with an exasperated sigh.

**********

Dinner is undoubtedly awkward. The rest of your friends are enveloped in conversation, but you and James keep to yourselves for the most part. Unfortunately, you were the last to make it to the Great Hall, and the only open seat was beside the only boy you’re currently at odds with. Mary’s been trying to get your attention the past ten minutes, Pads too. An evident ‘what’s with the tension’ but you and Prongs brush them off.

Landon O’Connor is a friend of a friend. A fellow Gryffindor that photographs many of the school events and quidditch matches. James knows him fairly well, which is why he’s astonished the brunette boy approaches your table with a curt nod to James with his eyes only on you. Aiming to sit in the awkward gap between you and him with a kind smile.

You have to grip the table to steady yourself when you’re pulled swiftly into Jame’s side. The boy has wrapped his leg around yours from under the table and pulled you toward him. Shooting a look to the bewildered photographer, he ignores your heated gaze. The group snaps their heads to watch as James squares his shoulders, eyes darting to yours for only a second before he offers your peer a gentle smile.

“Evening, everyone. Doing alright?” There’s a chorus of commonalties Landon nods along to before his eyes land on you, flitter to the brooding chaser, and then back to you.

“Y/n, still studying for Sinistras exam?”

“You kidding? I haven’t stopped.” He chuckles, settling beside you and allowing the group to fall back into their own discussions. Though you get the feeling they’re most definitely paying attention to how this is gonna play out.

“You’ll be fine, you’re a smart girl. Besides, a couple friends of mine are meant to get together to review the material in the courtyard tomorrow. You’re more than welcome to join us.” A pleased smile pulls at your lips, falling immediately when James scoffs into his chalice.

“Alright, Potter?” The boy nods, arm brushing against yours when he turns to face the both of you.

“Fine. It’s just, y//n typically studies alone. Doesn’t appreciate any distractions.” You bite your lip, matching the boy’s challenging stare. There’s that same venom in his words, anger still prevalent from your argument. You break away first, offering another bright smile to Landon.

“Actually, I’d love to join you guys. The company’s fine as long as it’s productive.” James feels his skin run hot when you shift on the bench to face completely away from him. Your attention solely on the bloke to the left.

“Isn’t there a photography meeting during evening hours on Thursday’s, O’Connor?” You can feel James loom closer to you, and by the look on Landon’s face, his expression is not nearly as welcoming as before.

“Well, yeah. But today’s was optional and I thought-”

“I’m sure the lads are probably wondering where you are, yeah?” Irritation is heavy in his tone, it’s an apparent but unspoken ‘get lost’.

“Right, probably.” The brunette surveys your friends, not letting their quickly averting eyes go unnoticed. “Y/n, if I don’t see you at the library tomorrow, will I be seeing you at the party this weekend?”

“Definitely. Good seeing you.” There's a shared grin between you both as he stands again, a hope he hasn’t been scared off indefinitely due to the awkward encounter.

“Pleasure’s all mine, love.” James actually laughs this time, shoving at Sirius’ shoulder when the raven-haired boy kicks him under the table. Landon either doesn’t notice, or chooses to disregard it in lieu of being polite.

“Could you be any more rude, Potter?”

“Must be the privileged athlete in me.”

“Must be!” And with that, you’re both silent again. Flushing under the bewildered looks of the rest of the Marauders. They get to talking again, a feeble attempt at concealing their eavesdropping.

“You know, I’m starting to understand the whole ‘cutting tension with a knife’ phrase.”

“Shove it, Pads.” Both of you heat even more having said it in unison, only making the boy across grin even wider. Hands raised in a half-assed surrender, doing little to hide his amusement.

**********

You feel much better about next week’s exam after studying with Landon’s group. Though the boy was fairly distant during your time in the library. It was bad enough you and James were at odds, now the bastard was scaring other boys off. What was the reason anyway? Potter had never made a move, never insinuated any interest despite your own. Sure, it hurt, but you wouldn't resent him for seeing you only as a friend. It made his distaste for O’Connor’s flirting nonsensical and infuriating, As if he didn’t necessarily want you, but didn’t anyone else to have you either.

“Y/n/n, darling. Where are you? I’m risking poking an eye out with this eyeliner.” Sirius usually gets ready with the girls, arguing your pregame is much more fun than that of the boys. He maneuvers around the rest of your friends getting themselves ready amongst you and Marlene’s dorm. Arguing over which one of your tops they’ll be stealing for the night, or adding the finishing touches to their makeup. Sirius drags you onto the mattress beside him, offering the eyeliner stick in silent pleading. You oblige, tilting his chin up to begin.

“Look up, Siri. Stop looking at me, especially like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m wounded or something.” You’re both quite enough so the girls singing along to the music from the record player or in the middle of conversations can’t hear. The raven-haired boy sighs, doing his best not to blink too hard and ruin your work.

“It’s just, you and James haven’t spoken in ages.”

“It’s been two days, Pads.”

“That's a new record for the both of you. I can’t stand the constant moping, you’re both killing my buzz.” You laugh despite it all, rolling your eyes with fondness for his melodramatics.

“I’m not sure he’s interested in speaking to me at the moment.” You hold up a tissue from your desk for him to wet with his tongue, wiping at any excess liner under his lash line.

“Trust me, you’re all he’s been talking about. He’s not particularly happy with how things ended between the both of you. As are you, I’m sure.” His eyes dart over to your mirror, lips upturning in a pleased smirk at your handiwork.

“Of course I hate to fight with James. I was in a bad mood and I just wanted to be alone. I should have communicated that to him.”

“Then why don’t you say so?”

“Well what was that stunt he pulled at dinner the other night? Arguing with me gave him no reason to take it out on other people.” Sirius chuckles, shaking his head and reaching over to grab the bottle of liquor on your desk.

“I think he would have given O’Connor lip had you been fighting or not.” You cock your head, about to press on when he passes you a shot. Holding out his own glass for you to clink. “To the first shot of the night, and most definitely not the last.”

You hum, connecting your glass to his before throwing your heads back. Cringing at the burn in your throat and the shitty taste. “I’ve never understood your affinity to whiskey.”

“Mends the soul or something, I don’t know. Alcohol is alcohol.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before standing, nodding his head toward the door. Marl’s Lilly, and Dorcas are already headed out to the common room as you follow suit.

********

It’s well into the party when Remus approaches. Collapsing onto the well-worn couch beside you. You greet him with a warm smile, stretching before resting your head on his shoulder. He was your partner for beer pong, and you’d played against Sirius and James. Needless to say, you’d lost and both had to drink more than your stomachs were comfortable with.

“Alright, Rem?” You wrap your arm around his, enveloping him in warmth because he’s almost always chilly. He shakes his head, smile etching over his features.

“We suck at Pong. I think I can literally feel the beer sloshing around in my stomach.” You groan, hiding your face into the fabric of his sweater with self-pitying chuckles.

The game hadn’t been too awkward. You hadn’t spoke much to Potter over the course of the game, but laughed along with him at Sirius’ tipsy smack talk. His lingering gaze had etched a lump in your throat a couple times, but you’d choked it down with more beer. Hence the comfortable, warming buzz. Remus presses a kiss to your head, digging in his pocket to retrieve his usual chocolates. You oblige instantly, because he’s right, they always make you feel better.

“Love.” He breaks the comfortable silence, surveying your cheekily drunken peers with admiration. “If I asked you a favor-”

“Anything, Moons. You know that.” He hums, pressing the side of his cheek into the top of your head in acknowledgment. He’s never minded affection with you, and you’re more than grateful to be one of his few exceptions.

“Would you talk to Prongs?”

“Rem-”

“For me?” His palm opens to offer you another chocolate, and you scoff at the clear bribery but snatch it anyway. “Sweetheart, he’s practically moping in the corner. Won’t even be Pad’s partner anymore. And you know how much James hates to break a winning streak.”

“It’s his brooding athleticism, I suppose.”

“Y/n.” It’s a warning, a push to forgive.

“He was a jerk, Remus.”

“You know how he can get, love. Some things you have to lay on him easy. Our Prongs is quite stubborn.”

“You can say that again.”

“But so are you sometimes, yes?” You meet his eyes, feeling properly chastised. “You know it’s only because he cares about what you think of him so much. He hated hearing you thought less of him for something he couldn’t possibly control.”

“But that’s not what I meant, he should know that!”

“Perhaps our boy isn’t as self assured as he lets on sometimes.” His words send a pang to your heart, you know better than to believe Potter isn’t almost always in need of reassurance from his friends. “Regardless of how it was intended, you’ve both hurt one another. Yes?”

“Yeah.” You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling terribly guilty. And rightfully so.

“So will you go comfort him? Because he’s just about trollied, and will not stop whining about how much he misses you. It was cute at first, but now it’s beginning to become quite irritating.”

“Fine. But only because I love you.”

“We both know that’s not your reason.” He scrunches his nose at you, teasing. You pull away with feigned disgust.

“Oh, shove off.”

Potter’s across the room in an arm chair, moping just as Moony had said. Even worse than you’d imagined, actually. A pout on his lips as he takes swigs from the beer in hand. Heart aching at the sight of him, it becomes clear just how much you’ve missed him too. He doesn’t notice once you approach, even when you rest your hands on the arm of the chair and bend at the waist to his level. Tapping his knee so he’ll lift his gaze from his lap. James goes from a deep frown to fighting a grin at the sight of you. A definite pinking to his cheeks, from the alcohol or your presence, you’re not sure.

You wish to slap the voice inside of you that aches to press your lips to his.

“Hi.” He’s beaming now, hand instinctively reaching out to push a stray strand of hair from your face. It risks your knees giving out right then and there at the gentleness of it all.

“Hey, Potter. What’s up with the moping, Sirius needs his partner.” You nod to the game ahead, cheering along when Sirius scores. A large, warm hand slides up your forearm, and you tilt your head back down to see his hazel eyes staring up at you with an emotion you can’t quite read. Fondness fills you to the brim at the sight of it.

“I’m not in the m-mood.” There’s an adorable hiccup that sounds between the last word, the ache in your heart growing tenfold. “Where’s O’Connor? Thought you’d be with him.” It’s genuine, there's no self pity or ill-intent behind his words. Instead, it’s almost solemn. Much unlike the James you’re accustomed to.

“I’m sure he’s around somewhere.” You shrug, clear in your indifference. “But I wanted to check on you.” The corner of his lips twitch upward, but he bites it away. Another squeeze to your arm he hasn’t found the strength to release just yet.

“It’s okay if you want to go hang out with him, Y/n. I’m fine. And you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry anymore, James.” You can’t help but run a hand through his unruly curls, smirking when he leans into the touch.

“You aren’t?” You shake your head, crouching to get more comfortable.

“I mean, I was. I didn’t appreciate you putting words into my mouth. But I understand why you got defensive. It wasn’t fair of me to be rude just because I didn’t want to communicate needing some time to myself. I’m sorry, Prongs.”

“I’m sorry too. Really sorry.” He runs a thumb over the arm still in his hold, eyes averting to observe the line of goosebumps it elicits with a soft smile. You fear you’re much too smitten of him for your own good. He pats the arm of the chair for you to sit on, and you comply. Looking at the partygoers around you. It’s comforting, despite longer participating in the festivities you’re still enjoying the atmosphere.

Eventually James shifts, settling his head over your thighs with a contented sigh. He waits a beat, taking hold of your wrist and plopping your hand atop his head. You shake your head with a scoff, pretending to be irritated with his silent request. Fingers coursing through the strands of his hair once again. You catch Remus’ eyes across the room, sticking your tongue out to ward them off when he leans over to Sirius, the pair staring fondly. James doesn’t notice, hazed from the alcohol and the scent of your perfume.

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders slows, so you lean over to meet his face.

“Don’t fall asleep down here, Prongs. Don’t think I’m able to get you to bed otherwise.” The corner of his lip curls up despite his closed eyes, and you’re quite sure you’d be able to watch him for hours.

“Can we go to bed, then?”

“James Potter leaving a party early? Why, I must be dreaming.” He ignores your teasing, pulling himself off you and standing to his full height. There’s a slight wobble to him, one he has to balance by grasping either arm of the vintage chair. Consequently putting his head only inches front yours. A wave of pine and mint consumes you, along with a faint, lingering scent of whiskey. His eyes follow yours, having caught them averting to his lips. James smiles, one of his cocky, smug concoctions that urges you to smack or kiss him. Combative urges you usually tend to get when in his presence.

“You’re trollied, Jay. Let’s get to the dorms before you lose your footing for good.” Your tone is light in teasing, missing the fall of his features as you duck under his arm and get to your feet.

“Should we say goodnight to Moony and Pads?” The taller boy rubs at his eyes, letting you adjust the glasses he’s just pushed crooked. You look around the room, landing on the pair who are pouring another round of shots for your shared group of friends. James doesn’t notice, busying himself with fixing your necklace to bring the clasp to the back of your neck. Praying he doesn’t notice the goosebumps running over your skin, you nudge him toward the stairs with a gentle shake of your head. Knowing he’ll most definitely insist on another shot in lieu of being left out.

“I’m sure they’ll be up soon, cmon.” He’s surprisingly easy to persuade, allowing you to take hold of his arm and guide him toward the steps.

It’s a bit of a struggle. He’s nearly twice your size, so any miss-step he makes in his drunken stupor is a threat to both of you.

“Gryffindor house truly is the best. Don’t you think, lovely?” A hiccup before he goes on. “I mean, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Wouldn’t have met any of my best mates had any of us been sorted otherwise.” He pushes a finger to your cheek, cocking his head when you swiftly shush him. Unaware his volume is much too loud to be this close to the dorms or your respected, sleeping peers. A grin spreads across his face as he mimics you, pointer finger pressing to his lips as you approach his dorm.

He collapses onto his mattress, shuffling under the covers and sighing as if the exertions’ exhausted him.

“Will you stay with me?” It’s almost unintelligible with his cheek pressed into the satin pillow.

“James-”

“Please?” Those puppy dog eyes again, he’s well aware of what he’s doing. You huff, fighting a smile as you discard your shoes. “You can grab a pair of joggers and whatever else you need from my drawers.”

“I can’t stay here all night.”

“Why not? The boy’s will be gone for hours, love. I don’t wanna fall asleep alone.” The alcohols undoubtedly loosened his lips, he wets them before continuing. “Always hated it when I was little, you know? I used to crawl into my mum and dad’s bed in the middle of the night. I’d hate waking up to nobody being there.” He turns away so you can change, pulling the comforter to the side so you’ll be able to slip in.

“I loved my parents bed too.” You smile fondly at the memories, pulling one of his shirts over your head and admiring the emboldened, crimson, ‘Gryffindor’ lettering across your chest. “When they sent me to bed, I would sneak out of my room and wait on the steps. I liked listening to the telly when they were watching it together late at night. Always felt left out.” You both huff a laugh, slipping in next to him as he turns to face you again.

James pushes a stray stand of hair from your face, eyes wandering over your features. You gaze up at his ceiling instead, admiring the constellations Sirius has permanently charmed on the ceiling.

“You’re so pretty.” It’s unthinking, muttered into the darkness of the room and slipping away. Your heart thrums against your chest, and a there's beginnings of forming lump in your throat.

“Don’t, James.”

“Don’t what?”

“Say...Say things you don’t mean.” His brows furrow, offended.

“Of course I mean that. I’ve always thought it.” You press your palms to your eyes, willing emotion away.

“I mea- I mean things you don’t intend to act on.” You fumble out, unsure of your own words and their risk. “Things I’ll overthink.” A pang of hurt shoots through his chest, but you don’t notice the own despair running over his face as you watch a shooting star pass overhead. Wishing he’d really meant it, really wanted to act on it.

“I just think you’re beautiful. That’s all.”

“Please, Jay. This is mean.” You hate how your voice cracks, how he creates distance between you.

Mean. He’d prefer just about any other insult in the book. Somehow, mean sounds far worse than anything else. Especially when he’s taking a chance.

“Merlin, how is that mean?”

“It’s just-” “Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“No.” You’re almost incredulous, unable to imagine an instance he’d ever overstep a boundary like that. “No, of course not. That’s the issue, actually.”

“Well...I’d like to kiss you, then. Would that prove it?” You almost choke on your own saliva, gaze snapping over to his for any signs of jest. He runs a thumb over your brow, blinking slow.

“You’re drunk, James.” There's no cruelty to it. If anything, you seem relieved, maybe even pleased with him. Potter’s smug again, an inkling of hope igniting in his chest.

“Sober thoughts, lovely.”

“Maybe-” you swallow, nerves stalling you. “Maybe you can kiss me in the morning, when you're sorely hungover and regretting all the beer pong.”

“Alright.” His cheeks are beginning to hurt from smiling, so he turns on his back so he won’t be able to look at you any longer. Hoping it aids the burning desire to cement his words. “You’ll stay though. Yeah?”

“Always, James.”

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You’re weighed down by something awfully heavy the next morning. Sunlight seeping through the red and gold curtains adorning the window across the room. Sirius is sprawled out on his bed just under it, most agape with slumber. You narrow your eyes, confused with your surroundings. Up until you recognize the weight as a tanned, toned arm. Pulling you closer subconsciously. James is so close his breath fans over your neck, sending chills down your spine. You make a meek attempt at biting back the grin pulling at your lips as the memories flood in.

Though the smell of coffee beckons you from your admiration of the sleeping chaser in front of you. Seriously, how someone looks that angelic fast asleep is beyond you. Carefully, you push the greedy extremity from your waist, slipping out of the sheets and shuffling toward the common area of the dorm.

Remus stands over the stove and tends to pans of food whilst averting his gaze to a book beside him on the counter every now and then. You considered yourself a bookworm before you met him, having been utterly humbled ny his sheer addiction for literature.

“Morning.” Its awfully complacent, Lupin doesn’t even look at you during his greeting. Tone heavy with self-satisfaction and suggestive teasing.

“I slept next to him, Moons. I’m not having his children.” You pour yourself a cup of coffee, eager to indulge in the boy’s expertly crafted blend.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“Didn’t have to.” You both turn your heads into the direction of an audible groan. James shuffles toward the both of you with his head low and shoulders hunched, grabbing at air until it connect with your mug.

“I was drinking that.” It earns another grunt, you and Moons sharing an amused glance at the boy’s obvious hangover.

“I’m never drinking again.”

“What, too much fire whiskey for our renowned chaser to handle?” James can only gag at Lupin’s teasing, shooting him a death glare through watery eyes. You rub his back, snatching back your coffee when he leans into your touch.

“You minx.” He mutters, betrayed. “You know I’m vulnerable.” You only roll your eyes, accepting the plate of food remus hands over with a grateful smile. James snags a piece of your toast, desperate to soak up the liquor in his stomach and much too keen on stealing from you today.

“I’m going to attempt to coax Padfoot out of bed. Watch the stove, y/n.” Remus weaves around the kitchen island with his own toast hanging between his teeth, hair still tousled from sleep.

Potter’s staring at you, unreadable expression amongst his features as he chews on his (your) food. “I’m assuming you got me to bed last night?”

“Not without difficulty.” James winces, a hand running through his hair.

“Sorry if I was a pain, love. If I’m honest, I don’t remember much past our reconciliation.” He adorns a tight-lipped smile, guilty with a twinge of hangxiety. You only shrug, aiming to reassure him. “We’re good though, right?” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking awfully adorable despite the effects of last night’s alcohol.

Truth be told, James remembers bits and pieces. He remembers laying in such close proximity, wasted and aching for your lips on his. He can’t shake the feeling that you’re holding back. Had he made move? Had you rejected him? You couldn’t have kissed. Surely no amount of alcohol would have erased that daydream come reality.

“We’re good, James. And you weren’t a pain. If anything, I can always count on you for being a fairly good-mannered and giddy drunk.” There’s a tilt to his head, a sudden glint in his eyes.

“Can’t say I was too well behaved, yeah?” Your eyes narrow, curious if he’s hinting at your conversation just minutes before sleep. His gaze doesn’t leave you as you approach him, standing on your tip toes so your face is mere inches from his. Just when his lids risk fluttering closed, you back away, having pulled a new mug from the shelf behind him.

“I’d argue otherwise, Potter.”

“Oh?” Oh. Are you...flirting with him? That confirms it, something had happened last night. “No usual antics then? We just, went to sleep?” Your eyes narrow at his questioning, uncovering the suspicion in his tone with ease. You decide you quite like when he’s nervous. He approaches where you’ve sat yourself on the counter. Subconsciously fitting himself in the space between your legs. Eyes averting to the pair of his sweats you have on, drowning your feet from the length on you. His heart swells with an emotion he can’t quite pinpoint, something between elation and pride.

“What else would we have done?” You take a smug sip from the steaming cup in hand, nose scrunching in feigned distaste when he takes it from your grasp and sets it on the counter.

“I dunno.” It’s practically a whisper, his voice still rasped from sleep as his eyes search yours. Eager to sense any sort of hesitation or discomfort on your part. Large hands graze the collar of your borrowed shirt as they reach your neck, cradling your head as if it might dissipate in his hold. You wet your lips, swallowing hard. There's an evident acceleration in both your breathing, and you’re convinced this’ll finally be it. This will finally be the moment James Potter proves to you you’re not just one of his best mates.

And he thinks so too.

“Don’t be worried, folks. King of the castle is very much alive and well. I know you’ve all missed me dearly in the agonizing time without my presence.” Sirius waltzes into the kitchen with remnants of eyeliner clouding the skin around his eyes with a bright smile. Bastard, no matter how much alcohol he consumes, just about never gets hungover. He stutters in his approach to the kitchen, a clear realization he’s most definitely just interrupted something.

Prongs rips away from you like your skin has singed him, scratching at the back of his neck with poorly executed nonchalance. Embarrassment looks bad on him, but likely worse on you. Considering how stupid you must look with such hurt flashing over your face.

Maybe its a sign, an indication from some higher power this isn’t meant to be. Considering James’ breakaway from the embrace, it seems as though this was merely a heat of the moment occurrence. But you don’t do casual, and you definitely don’t jeopardize years of friendship for some crush that just may actually be unrequited.

You’re off the counter and awkwardly adjusting the much too big clothes swarming you as Remus reaches the group of you. He takes one look between the three of you, silently snatching the newspaper in lieu of the crossword, and slipping back into the bedroom.

“Did I-”

“No!” James and you are shaking your heads with feigned laughter before Sirius can even finish. Mirth settles comfortably on his dark features, crossing his arms with raised brows.

“I was just gonna ask if I missed the doorway for a cup of coffee.” Prick doesn’t even attempt to hide his glee, ignoring the daggers James bores into him with his now murderous hazel eyes.

“Still plenty left in the pot, Pads.” You tuck invisible strands of hair behind your ears, ignoring James’ shift of attention that lingers on your frame. He looks like he’s about to speak, but you’re already turning toward the front door.

“Jay,” despite the nickname, there’s no lift to your tone like before. “I have to go. Fluids, today. Or you’ll feel like shit for even longer.” He nods with a mock salute, fully aware he’ll perpetually be feeling like shit for a completely different reason.

You shout a farewell to Remus, and a pleading smile to an awfully merry Sirius before slipping out the door. Rushing down the hall and toward the girl’s wing without a second thought.

Black shoves the slightly taller boy in front of him in a fit of exasperation. Fed up with his bumbling idiot of a best mate.

“You’re a coward, Prongs. Really.” James shrugs him off, recounting your proximity mere minutes ago with an overwhelming surge of glee. He smirks despite it all, biting back the oncoming lovesick grin.

“You know, she’s the only one that calls me Jay?”

“Merlin, you’re hopeless.”

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There’s a knock at the door as you reach for your lavender-scented body wash, closing one eye to avoid the trail of shampoo threatening to run into it.

“It’s unlocked Marl’s, just come in.” You assume it’s one of your roommates of course, but are shocked at the voice that sounds from the other side of the door.

“It’s me, actually.” James presses his forehead against the cool wood of the bathroom door, reconsidering whether or not he should actually go through with this.

“Who’s me?” He feels like a fucking moron.

“Oh, uh, James.” A wince, an oncoming urge to bash his head into the door to knock some sense into himself.

“James?” You tug on both sides of the curtain to ensure it covers the entirety of the shower. “Um-”

“I’d wait for you to be out but,” the chaser rolls his shoulders, unaccustomed to such lack of self assurance. “This is sort of urgent.” And now he sounds like a perv, swell.

“Everything alright? Just come in, I can barely hear you.” He does as told, knocking over your array of skin care products set up on the counter because he’s shielding his eyes. You poke your head out to watch him scramble with the bottles, dropping one as soon as he grasps another.

“Shit. Fuck, sorry. So sorry.” You can’t help but laugh, eyes narrowed in endeared disbelief as his gaze stays trained on the floor, unable to even glance in your direction. When it’s finally settled, he gathers what little dignity he has left to sit with his back against the ledge of the tub.

“I’m sitting, is that alright?”

“Its fine, Jay. What’d you need?” And there it is again. Fuck, are you doing this on purpose? A quick shake of his head, and he scoffs despite himself. The only answer his mind can manage is ‘you’ but he figures that’s likely not the best start to this.

“It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about last night.” He wets his lips, wringing his hands together. “I feel like I may have said more than you let on.”

You hum, biting back a smile. “Said something you regret?” It’s playful, but the subtle worry in your tone is most definitely there. Potter knows you better than that.

“What? No. Merlin, no. If it’s what I think, then definitely not.” The grin wins this battle, you ensure all the suds have been rinsed out of your hair before you peek your head out.

His eyes are still screwed shut, despite his back facing you. He’s tense, body hunched in an attempt to make himself smaller. Though it doesn’t do much. You feel particularly fond of him, just then. Committing this frame to memory.

“And what do you think it was?”

“You’re making this sort of difficult, love.” You figure you’ve tortured him long enough. Though it's what he deserves, considering he's left you with bread crumbs the entirety of the past year.

“James?” He’s barely heard it with the combatting sounds of the running water, but it was there. Soft, sweet, enough to have him wishing you’d say it a million times more, and then some.

“Y-yeah?” He lets you tilt his head back, his jaw clenching with the tension. You bend at the waist, ensuring not to drop any water on him whilst clutching the curtain tight against your frame.

And just like that. In the middle of the muggy, steam-ridden bathroom. You kiss James Potter.

It’s a little awkward in this position. Though he’s so tall you’re not completely bent down, it’s straining for both of you. Which is why you finally decide to reluctantly pull away, his hand taking hold of your jaw to pull you back for a couple swift kisses that unleash a hoard of butterflies throughout your stomach.

“You said you wanted to kiss me,” your lips hover over his as you whisper. Pulling completely away to preserve your racing heart. Potter scrambles to his full height, adjusting his sleeves because he’s unsure of what to do with his hands now that they’re not on you.

“Can. thank the whiskey for the confessions, I presume.” You giggle, and he has to fight the urge to shoot his gaze toward you at the sound. “You’re so pretty. I always thought so.” It’s unthinking, rushed out because the shared silence discomforts him. He feels like an idiot again. But you’ve scrambled up any sense of his ego or wit and he’s a mess. “Thought I should say that.” He’s not entirely sure how to clarify how he feels without accidentally professing his all-consuming love for you. Might come off a bit strong, he thinks.

“Oh, you did. A few times, actually.” Potter groans, pressing his palms into his eyes and bowing his head to shield his flushing cheeks. You laugh even more.

“Have mercy on me, sweetheart. Please.” Its your turn to flush, unaccustomed to the new pet name. James cocks his head after a beat of silence, arm over his eyes to face you without actually being able to see you. “Ah, you liked that one. Didn’t you?”

“Piss off.”

“In just a minute, sweetheart.” He’s awful, straightening with pride when you can’t muster a witty response to the teasing. “Can I just have one more kiss?” He steps closer, hoping he won't trip considering the lack of sight. “And when you’re finished up, I’m taking you out.”

“Hogsmeade?” Your voice lifts with excitement, forcing a smile from him.

“Whatever you want.” He searches for you, lips jutted out pulled into a frown when you let him chase air. His hand goes out, aiming find you but quickly reminded of your current state of undress. It drops immediately, fists clenched and then releasing. “Must you make me suffer even more?” You roll your eyes, pressing a peck to each corner of his mouth and then his jaw. Pulling the curtain between you just after. “Wh-what was that?”

“Another kiss.” You note simply, going for your conditioner. “Kisses, actually.”

“We’ll have to work on that definition, dove.”

<3 Masterlist <3

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gaymerasmus · 1 year

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hi!!! saw your request open!!! can I get medic and heavy with an s/o that has albinism and scars? sorry if it's so specific 👉👈

No worries! Thank you and I hope you like it :)

Heavy

Upon meeting you, he honestly didn't even realize it until you brought it up. Nothing bad he just isn't observant sometimes <3

He's super supportive though! Loves reassuring you if you ever feel insecure about your scars and skin. Despite being so reserved, he'll often take any chance he has to show you how beautiful he thinks you are

Don't expect any PDA or public anything for that matter, but in private he's constantly tracing your scars and admiring your complexion.

This guy just loves so hard all he wants to do is dote and admire <3

If you tell him you don't want that kind of attention he also has no problem giving you space. Be it silently reading next to you, leaving the base to give you room, or anything in-between really, he's very conscious of how comfortable you are most of the time.

If your scars cause you pain get ready for Even More Doting from this secret mama bear.

When you're willing to be more intimate, he'll rub lotion onto your shoulders and back. He quietly worships any piece of skin you choose to expose to him, so he's completely content with taking care of you while that happens.

Even when you're not comfortable with touch, he'll leave out things for you to use on your skin and encourages you to use them.

Tbh I think with him coming from the opposite of a desert in the middle of hot-as-balls Mexico or whatever he prefers staying indoors. Some may even say he's a bit of a homebody, but that doesn't stop him from having fun with you.

Loves doing "rainy day" activities with you when the sun is too much to deal with. Board games, arts and crafts, reading, movies; all things he absolutely adores. Especially when he gets to do them with you around <3.

Medic

Unlike Heavy, he notices basically right away. I mean. He's like a doctor and stuff so it's kind of What He Looks For All The Time.

However, he doesn't ever mention it until you do. It didn't seem to be killing you, so he doesn't really see the point in bringing it up.

He's also not as doting as his dear companion, but if you need help with anything he makes sure to be available.

It's not like he doesn't care, he's just a Very Busy Man and honestly kind of forgets about it sometimes.

And when he's not exactly available (typically around the same time he's elbow deep in his colleagues) he's always willing to direct you to whatever you need, or just support you with words.

Completely Drowns you in compliments and flirts, btw. He doesn't even check to see if people are around before he does it either. Just completely shameless line after line, anything to make you blush.

Obviously he leaves no question when it comes to the subject of taking care of your scars. When his hands are clean they're always on your body somewhere. He also loves tracing your scars, which usually accompanies the compliments he peppers your ears with.

He actively encourages you to show him every scar you have, and often rewards your boldness with gentle kisses to each one.

If you're comfortable with that, of course. If not he's just as happy watching them from afar while you go about your day.

Loves when you spend your day in his lab!! It's always nice to have company that isn't feathered, and he'll often end up explaining his experiments to you while you do your thing.

He keeps a drawer on his desk free for snacks so you don't have to leave to eat :)

He's secretly so clingy just don't tell him it's obvious <3

They are so :)). I think Medic acts like how Heavy would act if he had a little less shame, but they both love and support you. Medic has more fun with it since he's had more experience with these things and will probably poke fun at you if you don't kill him for it. I hope you liked this, I tried to keep the HC's related to the prompt but I trial off sometimes lol. Thank you again!!

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #medic tf2 #thank you for the ask!#heavy tf2 #tf2 x reader

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imunonimus · 7 months

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imu's writing masterlist

AO3: imunonimus

the majority of these are sbi/dsmp fics. i plan to write more for other fandoms soon.

MULTICHAPTER FICS

ongoing & actively updating.(not including those that are currently stagnant)

✧ binary stars (ongoing) — crimeboys-centric, space au, enemies to friends/friends — Tommy, the space outlaw, has been captured by space Lieutenant W. Soot. Both are regularly at each others throats until they get stranded on an uncharted planet. Disdain and tense arguments ensues. — "Tommy had never been the type to seek vengeance and keep grudges. But he supposed that with all the setbacks lately thanks to a cocky, arrogant Phalleum, has awakened a vindictive side to him. He has never hated anyone else, as much as he hated Wilbur Soot."

✧ until the beat starts to mean something (ongoing) — sbi-centric, modern setting, foster au (?) — Phil, along with his two wary companions, creates a home for Tommy, a telekinetic child who appeared in the middle of the road one rainy night. — "It seemed that the universe really had a lot of strange ways to come up with people’s fate. But Phil knew that he will always remember the first time he met Tommy. The little boy who was never prepared for the sudden embrace of the universe."

✧ bear with me (ongoing) — bedrockbros-centric, canon divergence — The exile arc, except Techno is a polar bear. — "When Tommy trudged through a violent snowstorm, fed up with the consequences of exile, he hoped to seek refuge in the Arctic commune where Technoblade—the disciple of blood, a former companion—resides. But all he finds is an odd polar bear with an attitude. "Yeah, I get it," He mumbled, glaring. "Cut me some slack, I know I look like shit."

✧ saudade (completed) — crimeboys-centric, a bit of an oldie, 19.7k words + 12 chapters — Wilbur becomes the first good adult/brotherly figure to an 11 year old. — "An 11 year-old Tommy stumbles upon an old abandoned house where he meets a (not-so-friendly at first) ghost named Wilbur Soot who tells him all sorts of tales."

ONESHOTS

i keep the majority of my oneshots in this series called storiettes. Have a look there too, if you want.

𓆩⟡ hallway ghosts 𓆪 — The young and sole prince of The Antarctic Kingdom—Wilbur Soot—befriends a spirit lingering in the corridors. 𓆩⟡ among the ruins 𓆪 — canon-divergent || gh! tommy, struggling to cope with nature festering inside his body, hiding it from everyone until it becomes too much for him to bear. Something about memories, grief, moving on, and love persevering. 𓆩⟡ goodbye letters 𓆪 — Character death, Grief/Mourning || Techno comes across a notebook that Tommy left behind. He recalls and learns about Tommy's days in exile leading up to his death. 𓆩⟡ not from here 𓆪 — superpowers/supernatural elements, crimeboys-centric, absurd (at times), mystery (?), lab-raised || Two people drawn together in their yearning for home, somehow find one in their wounds. 𓆩⟡ down on your luck 𓆪 — Lighthearted, attempts of humor || Techno and Wilbur's little brother had always been tagged as an unlucky, bizarre kid—Not too many friends either—So, imagine their surprise when Tommy announces that he has a friend coming over. They can't help but be skeptical. 𓆩⟡ i remember, you said 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, inspired by The 30th animatic by tododokii || Wilbur Soot stood on the edge of a crumbling tower. 𓆩⟡ past winter, old coats 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, an exploration on their relationship after being revived, christmas || Wilbur hung his brown coat over his shoulder. The cool wind hit him and he shivered. It has gotten chillier these days with December rolling in. He hadn’t meant to visit so late at night in this weather, but he needed to see Tommy. If not tonight, then when? 𓆩⟡ i know that's selfish (but my loneliness would disagree) 𓆪 — origins smp, hurt/comfort, sickfic || Avian Tommy does things he shouldn't for love & comfort. 𓆩⟡ look for tomorrow with me 𓆪 — modern setting, slice of life Friends cancelling plans shouldn't be as upsetting as it is. || Tommy just wanted to spend more time with friends before they separated for college. Instead, he walked home straight that day. To the same street, opening the same picket fence and unlocking the door of the same brick wood house, fumbling the keys.

#masterlist #writing masterlist #sbi fanfic #sleepyboisinc #crimeboys #bedrock bros #fanfic masterpost #fanfic recommendation #imu's writing masterlist 2023

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raredrop · 4 months

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aggressively waiting for the game database to approve little bear rainy day activities so i can add it to my backloggd

#it shows up when u search the database but nothing i put is there #i DID MY BEST

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compassionatereminders · 1 year

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Saw your post so here's some questions to distract you:

1. What was your favorite color as a kid? Do you remember why?

2. What would your dream vacation look like?

3. What's your favorite comfort food?

4. Do you find rainy days relaxing?

5. Is there a song you've loved since you were a kid?

6. What's your favorite pet name someone has called you?

7. What animal would you pick at Build-a-Bear?

8. Do you keep cards from people?

9. What would a nice day of activities look like to you?

10. What kind of hugger are you?

Hope these provided some cozy grounding. 🤗💗

My favorite color as a kid was still red, and originally it was because I associated the color with my favorite OC.

My dream vacation would basically be something exactly like my recent trip to Japan! We're talking a month with a trusted loved one in a big city in a foreign country. That was the dream and I already lived it!

I find great comfort in literally any possible combination of meat, sauce and potatoes.

I only find rainy days relaxing when I don't have to go outside.

I have literally listened to the same genre trashy pop for my entire life, so singling one song out from that mess is very hard

I like being referred to as small/tiny/little cause my soul is petite even if my stature isn't

I don't know Build-a-Bears selection, but I would probably end up falling in love with a cute kitty cat cause cats are "my" animal and I love them so much

I don't receive cards from people and haven't in ages and I'm completely fine with that

A good day for me is basically just a day where I get to spend quality time with a loved one. That's what my life is about!

I hug my closest loved ones very tightly and for ages (if they're comfortable with it)

#chat with kat

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jaceeverett · 7 months

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MERROCK TASK #1 ALL ABOUT AUTUMN & HALLOWEEN

What’s your character’s fall aesthetic like, are they more into the spooky season, or do they like the cozy feeling of fall? Jason's definitely more into the cozy feeling of fall. He lives for the changing of the seasons, the orange and gold, the crisp breeze. Even the foods and the fashion... if he cared about fashion.

How does your character feel about the Halloween holiday? It's there, for what it's worth. He doesn't normally dress up for Halloween or to go any parties, but he has arranged a few trick-or-treat opportunities for kids in the parks he's worked in. For the most part, that's sort of the thing: he thinks it's for kids.

When it comes to Halloween weekend, are they more likely to go to a Halloween party, or stay at home handing out candy? Definitely more the type to stay at home and hand out candy. He plans on doing that this year.

If your character had to be any mythical creature, what would they be, and why? Probably a werewolf. It would be a pretty good excuse to run wild through the woods and howl at the moon. Without being judged!

What is your character’s favorite go-to Halloween movie? Not really into Halloween movies all that much -- mostly because he doesn't watch a lot of movies, period. But he does watch the standards whenever he catches them on streaming.

What is your character’s favorite kind of Halloween candy? Candy corn. As controversial as that might be.

What was your character’s favorite Halloween costume that they’ve ever worn? Smokey the Bear... as an adult, entertaining kids at a party at the state park.

When it does come to costumes, in general, does your character go the do-it-yourself route, or are they more into buying something? The few times that he has dressed up for Halloween, it's always been simple, DIY stuff that he could take care of himself, but he has bought costumes in the past.

On the spooky side, does your character believe in ghosts? No, not really. He's not into the paranormal.

What animal screams ‘Halloween season’ to your character? Or makes them think of autumn? Bats -- definitely bats. But living so near the woods, there are a lot. Bears, wolves, coyotes, foxes, but those bats normally always make him think about the Halloween season and fall.

What hot beverage does your character reach for on a chilly day when they just want to warm up a little bit? Coffee; not necessarily flavored, just hot coffee.

And what about food? Is there a certain treat that they have to have in the fall? Nothing in particular, but he is very fond of baked goods. Cinnamon rolls, apple dumplings, a pumpkin roll, all of it.

Pumpkin spice everything – yay or nay? Eh. He's not against it, so he wouldn't say nay, but he doesn't necessarily reach for it.

Pick the weather – is it a windy fall afternoon, or a rainy autumn evening? Windy fall afternoon, for the most part. He can still be outside hiking, or exploring, or just sitting somewhere to relax. But he can see the pros of a rainy autumn evening, too, as long as he can spend it indoors with a good book.

What is your character’s favorite fall scent? Something that really sets the mood? Cinnamon apple. It just reminds him of fall, both because of the foods associated with it, and also the fact that so many people burn those candles this time of year.

When it comes to fall and Halloween, does your character go all out with decorations, or do they prefer to keep it simple? Or don’t decorate at all? Simple -- he does decorate, but it's a piece or two that he buys locally to put out on a counter or hanging above his bed. He might not have a lot of room to decorate, but he does like to make his space feel as festive as possible.

Favorite autumn related activity to do during the season? Hiking. He also enjoys camping, or horseback riding, or taking a bike out, anything that lets him be outdoors and enjoying the weather.

There’s a pumpkin in front of your character… what are they going to do? Paint it? Carve it? What will they make it look like? Probably carve it, definitely with a standard, traditional face that looks like the kind of thing that you see on social media posts. But he also would just leave some pumpkins be on his porch.

Is there a certain song that your character hears that just screams 'Halloween’? Thriller by Michael Jackson.

The leaves are falling. Is your character more likely to rake them, or let them lay in the yard? Definitely let them lay. Not only does it make the space look more aesthetically pleasing for fall, there are a number of benefits that come from leaving the leaves go -- and letting the grass grow, as well. Good home for lightning bugs and other favorite insects!

When it comes to fall fashion, is your character more into sweatshirts and sweatpants, or skinny jeans and warm sweaters? Warm sweaters, for sure. He tends to just wear jeans and sweaters or jeans and a warm jacket. He's fond of layering so he can adjust what he's wearing, whether it's getting colder or warmer at any point in time.

What about color palette, is there a certain color that your character reaches for in the closet when fall rolls around? Most of Jason's wardrobe tends to fall into the 'autumn' palette; oranges, browns, reds, greens, some jewel tones. He's not really picky. He has a lot of brown, heavy jackets, as well as boots.

Does your character get scared easily? Do they feel more on edge this time of year? Kind of, but that's the PTSD talking. Maybe, introspectively, that's why he doesn't really like Halloween all that much; there's so much bloodshed and horror in the world, he doesn't need to seek it out one day a year. He does, knowing that, try to stay away from all of it.

Let’s light the fire – where is it? Are we talking indoor fireplace, or outdoor campfire? Outdoor campfire. Someday, he'll have a home where he can have a wood-burning fireplace, but in the meantime, he's alright with lighting the campfire outside.

Probably the toughest question that they could be asked… is your character more of an apple or pumpkin pie person? Apple, probably, but if it's pie, he might make an exception. Pumpkin pie is pretty damn good.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Fics Named After Animals Masterlist

Bear - softnerds

Summary: Dan stays at Phil’s house for the first time and leaves his bear at home. At first he can’t sleep, but he ends up with a very pleasant surprise.

bear - virtual-homo

Summary: pastel!Dan and punk!Phil go to Build-A-Bear for Valentine’s Day because I am tRASH

bunny (ao3) - lionkid

Summary: Dan and Phil try out rope bondage for the first time. (It's mind blowing.)

Butterfly (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil Lester, a lonely writer, finds a dying boy with beautiful black wings on a cold, rainy night in a dingy alleyway. He recognizes the boy as one of the winged men hated by human society. They are considered to be wild, ferocious beasts, but Phil's sympathy forces him to help the boy.

What happens when the boy, considered to be a wild beast, gets too attached and follows him home with an innocent, dimpled smile?

cat and bear (ao3) - furryphil

Summary: 2009!phan in which dan finds something unexpected on phil’s phone. it’s not a bad thing, though phil is a bit embarrassed by it.

Cat And Mouse - jilliancares

Summary: Dan Howell is the Panther. He's evil, nefarious, ingenious, and good at coming up with adjectives for himself. The Raven is a nuisance, but he's definitely the most fun part when it comes to being a villain. As a child, Dan had been scared of his powers. He'd been weak. He'd become strong, though. Strong enough to torment the city; strong enough to annoy the Raven with every opportunity he got.

Phil Lester only had one goal these days. To become strong enough to defeat the Panther.

Chicken (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Cicadas (ao3) - softiedanniie

Summary: Pancakes and tour busses don’t always mix.

Crow & The Butterfly (ao3) - HeartsAndSpades

Summary: Dan was once a boy with dreams, that was before his life went out of whack, his mental state crumbled, and his parents screamed for hours. Dan had nobody, he was nobody, but then Phil, A ray of sunshine and hope came along. Will Phil fix Dan or just get hurt trying?

dog (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: Dan and Phil get a dog. Except Phil didn't agree to getting a dog.

Dogs - dans-awkward-phanfics

Summary: Phil’s dog has the habit of getting him into bad situations and Dan is Phil’s next door neighbour that seems to hate him and his dog. Oddly enough, their dogs like each other. Really like each other.

Dragonfly (ao3) - lvckyphan

Summary: Something terrible happened in Littlerock Mental Asylum in the 1970s. Dan and his group of historically-crazed friends know this for certain. But when you throw in corporate secrets, paranormal activity and a chilling boy with very, very blue eyes, things begin to get a little more complicated.

firefly (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: dan and the youtube incident from wiqy, but make it cute hurt/comfort

based on dan posting that he was listening to this song

firefly by shygirl

Hawk and Dove (ao3) - aprilflowers96

Summary: In a world where super powers plague people all over the world, Dan Howell fights to keep his emotions and pyrokinesis under control. After years of success, Dan is outed and whisked away to a school that claims to teach him to use his abilities "safely". Still unable to control the fire that seems to rage under his skin, Dan's only solace is in his roommate Phil, who can't seem to stop turning things to ice. While trying to end the corruption at The School, the team discovers the real reason they're being held. In an explosion of fist fights, super suits, and betrayal, Dan and Phil try to do what they feel is right.

Kittens - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil buy a kitten.

koala (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's just trying his best to stay warm under the covers, and the last thing he wants is Phil's cold hands ruining his comfort.

Lamb (ao3) - det395

Summary: Phil goes to the house that has plagued him with nightmares for two decades

nelson's sparrow (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: recently joining the FBI's behavioral analysis unit, dan and phil find themselves dealing with their first case.

Pigeon (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Why the hell is Dan so special? Why does everyone love him so much? What did he do?

More importantly...

Why is Phil nothing in the eyes of so many people?

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"Circling around the kitchen / Why has nothing changed? / Feed cucumber sandwich to a pigeon / Chipping nail varnish on guitar strings / Got a pillow case made out of money / Feeling pretty fake when I wake up..."

the alligator (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: Dan and Phil meet on a rollercoaster.

The Badger and The Snake (ao3) - amazingloren

Summary: Dan Howell is a curious muggle born who doesn't know the first thing about magic. On the train ride to Hogwarts, he meets a raven-haired, blue-eyed boy who soon becomes his best friend.

The Black Cat - jilliancares

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

The Canary (ao3) - galaxy_ash

Summary: Dan is a famous singer called The Capricious Canary, but known as The Canary by his fans and the public. Phil is a paparazzo who hates his job and is assigned to stalk Dan to get insider pictures.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #animals #animals masterlist

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3lizabee77 · 1 year

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My Sir is away on vacation for 2 weeks and from the moment I was informed of his trip weeks and weeks ago I had been feeling anxious about it. To have access to him by text, phone, and video chat daily had become something I'd come to lean on and I was nervous about being without that lifeline to my caregiver.

I took the initiative and thought about what would make those 2 weeks more bearable and asked for it. Aside from assuring me that he would check in with me every day, he agreed to record some goodmorning/goodnight messages as well as bedtime stories (both sfw and nsfw).

So far I have gotten some cool pictures from his travels and check in messages. I haven't gotten any recordings yet and it's making me a little anxious. I have to remember that he is a whole world away and probably still getting his bearings. So I will try to do the big girl thing and be patient.

In the meantime, I have to seek out ways to feel less alone. Been listening to a lot of Rainy Day audios and watching Molang and giving my pup extra cuddles as I recover from illness. Once I have more energy I'll be able to engage in more activities to help distract me from feeling lonely or anxious.

#long distance relationship #sfw little one #sfw little post #sfw cglg #little space #recovering #molang #rainy day #bed rest

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moon-catto · 2 years

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comfort tag game 🤍

tagged by the one and only @pearlstiare 💖

i'll just tag this one old friend of mine @sugarkookies17 ✨

PS: Pls do not reblog this post and make your own style of this! 💗

Comfort foods: anything sweet like tiramisu, souffle pancakes, crepes, and of course ✨the holy matcha dessert box✨ but i do spicy foods sometimes if i'm stressed.

Comfort beverages: vanilla latte (super sweet one), sprite, strawberry and banana milk, hot chocolate and any kind of tea beverages, also any refreshing ades.

My Comfort Songs: So Beautiful by DPR IAN, any song made by Eve, and 28 by AgustD.

My comfort stories: (movie, book, fanfic): Disney and ghibli movies, especially Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away. For books... maybe Pulang by Tere Liye✨ and for fanfics, i have so many fanfic tabs open on chrome but i don't remember any titles of them lol🤏 But! I can give you my favorite manhwa titles though, Sweet Home by kim carnby, Study Group by Hyungwuk Shin, Little Rain by Mai, Devil Number 4 by Jongjin and so on. You can ask me about manhwa recommendations, i will gladly give you a whole list of it! ♥

my comfort characters: Gojo Satoru, Howl, Yuuji, Izuku, and uh... i actually have a lot of comfort characters but my mind went blank while typing this.

my comfort daydreams: Shifting into anime world and actually meeting with my fav characters, spending time with them, and also badassly fight alongside with them.

my comfort memories: A silent rainy walk after school and drinking hot choco after i got home then proceeds to have a fever and spent the whole day reading webtoons secretly under my blanket, when i successfully draw my fav characters, and sightseeing the city at night.

my comfort videos: (youtube, tiktok, etc.) PlanD vlogs and kooleen drawing tutorials.

my comfort outfits: (any season): I live for black oversized sweaters on any season, literally any dark colored outfits is what i wear everyday. The black choker necklace thing, and ripped jeans is my way to go.

my comfort friends: My friends at college, my online friends including these magical friends i found on Tumblr: @pearlstiare and @sugarkookies17💞

my comfort activities: Daydreaming while listening to music, Binge watching series/dramas and reading lots of webtoon, drawing and writing, and sleeping.

my comfort objects: (stuffed animal, painting, momento): That one Gojo fan made card i got from my friend, cute keychains i bought from a bazaar, that pretty pens and mechanical pencils, my set of coloring pencils, Ice bear plushies, my phone, and the hoodie my mum bought for me.

misc. comfort things not listed above: headpats from mum, rainy and foggy day, any day off where i can laze around without having any guilt.

Tell me if you wanna be tagged!

#know me #comfort #Stella talks #this is fun #lets be friends

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littlejazzy · 2 years

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🧸hey jazzy! could you maybe make a list of agere activities to do on a rainy day? yknow cozy stuff like that :D

Ooh! That sounds fun!

Tbh, I don't get many rainy days where I live, but when I do, it's always a treat!

Okay, so first off, I do most of what I said back on this post of activities, bc they're all indoor activities lol. SO here's some of the other things I do!

Puzzles!!! I have a couple jigsaw puzzles that I like to pull out sometimes. I just dump all the pieces onto my floor or a table and listen to the rain fall as I put the pieces together.

I also have the VLC Media Player app, which has a hidden option to make a click and drag puzzle out of a screenshot of your video file!! It's rlly cool and you can choose how many pieces there are, and I have a couple of cartoons on my laptop so it's fun to make puzzles out them :)

Playing dress-up!!!!!! I like to see if I can do closet cosplays - aka, trying to see if I can dress up as a character I like using only what I already own! I like to get random pieces of clothes from the thrift store (especially if it's, like, a dollar), so I can make a surprising amount of costumes!

If you can't think of a particular character you wanna dress-up as, it can also be fun to come up with random themes! Like, a fancy party! Or the old west! Or pirates!! Or random decades, like the 1920s, 1980s, or something sooo Y2k! Or the different aesthetics people like, like cottagecore, dark academia, or clowncore!!! This is suuuuper fun, and you can surprise yourself with what you already own! Or, you'll get motivated to expand your wardrobe for dress-up purposes, lol

I like to do easy baking! Like, those little packets where all you have to do is add milk or water, then put it in the oven or microwave, lol. My favorite is a cookie mug recipe!! It comes with chocolate to drizzle on top of it!

And, nothing goes better with a warm cookie than hot chocolate! Or milk - chocolate or otherwise! Heating the liquid up, mixing everything carefully, stirring to make sure everything is properly dissolved - it's a cozy little ritual I like to do, making sure that it's perfect

With my hot cocoa and cookie in hand, I then proceed to...

Get cozy underneath my blankets and listen to stories!!! I have a Teddy Ruxpin bear, so I can just have him sit on my bed and tell stories and sing to me! But if you don't have one, here's a playlist of the old tapes on youtube! Some of my favorite stories are Anything in the Soup, Quiet Please, and the lullabies tape! (Quiet Please might be the most appropriate for a rainy day, though heads up that audio only comes through one earbud for that one)

Aaaand, that's what I like to do on rainy days!

#asks #little activities #toddler babbles #mine

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fuckupguitarist1039 · 9 days

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You're Better than Cocaine

Battered and bruised is the only way I can describe my mental and physical state the day you found me. I say ‘found’ as if I was some plush toy discarded by a child on the side of the road. ‘Found’ as in the way you stumbled into the forefront of my life as if you had tripped over the trail of melancholy sludge I exuded behind me everywhere I went. Despite my deepest intentions to let this wound infect and leave me a mystery for the CDC and the WHO, you dragged my full body weight behind you out of the shallow grave I had dug. “I love you.” You had said. Words I hadn’t heard with such sincerity since childhood. The fog creating wispy clouds around my brain cleared with three simple words like a strong gust of wind against a defenseless newspaper.

You told me stories; Stories no one else had heard, no one else had known. About how you were dragged upwards, narrowly escaping death’s bony hand reaching out as an offering, while the boy no older than 17 in the bed next to you grasped on firmly, accepting his fate. You cleaned blood from under my nose and wiped my eyes as I sobbed into your chest. While the world looked down at me with pity in their judging eyes, you met mine with empathy and looked deep into my soul to find the piece still salvageable. Find it you did, and you grasped on tight. I’d make it out, I would, you insisted. Through hell or high water I’d march through and if I could march no longer you swore to carry me on your back as if I were weightless, as I was no burden to you, you promised, holding your little finger out to link mine. You’d be my rock, and I would be yours, should you need to be carried at any point in our personal walks of life. A purpose, a goal: To support you as you have me.

As I gazed into your endless blue eyes, counting the stars and street lights reflecting off them, I understood. You could not bear another loss. Another funeral to attend. Letting the world down was already done. You were my new home, my new world, and I could not, under any circumstances, hurt you the way I had hurt myself. I could not let you down.

I’d lost everything until I gained you, my own north star visible only to me. I’d chase you to the end of the Earth, as conquistadors tracked the Polaris. A homing beacon to my new, better, life. A life I’d been unwilling to consider. AA meetings and locked doors with white walls were not an option. Expensive tabs and white lines were much better suited to me. I’d traded my friends, my job, my home, for a past time, (then full time) chasing elevation unknown to 88 percent of the population. However, for you, who examined my tear-stained face with pleading eyes, I would have quit even breathing for in that moment.

Headaches and nausea were worth all the trouble every Saturday I’d see you, and that precious look on your face when you knew I’d kept my promise to quit the, “bullshit [I] was doing to [myself]” (as you put it). After a month of weekly dinner-dates and long talks in parking lots, you got in contact with some most-loved characters from my past life. As a favor to you, the man I owed my survival to, they accepted me back into their lives in a smaller role with reluctance. I got a job at the grocery store next to your restaurant. I rented an apartment in the brownstone across from the parking lot you met me in. I was almost whole again.

I called you every night, you threatened to stand outside my window with a radio held high over your head, like in my favorite movie. Over time, staring into your blue eyes became my favorite activity, and talking to you was a fix I couldn’t wait to get. You gave me your coat on the cold days and covered my head with it on the rainy ones. The fog that had once lingered in my head, seemingly seeped in through my ears, was a distant memory I couldn’t have recreated to save my life, the life you had so graciously given me another chance at. To me, you were an angel sent from whatever reigns above us, a soul sent with only the understanding of mine to whisper to it, “it’s not your time yet.” I was in love. Head over heels. I played the memory of the moment you told me, “I love you” the first night I knew you over and over, relentlessly in my mind every free second it wasn’t occupied with the requirements of my new, functional, life. Good God, did I love you. But I couldn’t have you. You’d seen the worst, most horrible, atrocious parts of me. Who would want to love someone with the capability of becoming such a monster? The potential to fall back into the darkness I once resided in? So while I can’t have you, I will turn you into art. You, your love, your kindness, became my muse. And until my cardiac system fails me, as all of ours will at some point or another, and your soul returns to the heavens it came from, I will write, and write, and write a little more if I have the time, of how you created an artist out of an addict.

#chaotic academia #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writer community #writblr #addiction #to be loved is to be changed

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