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caeqey · 17 days

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‎♡‧₊˚࿐ the little things — 엔하이픈 thoughts

or — things my suitor does, that i think en- members would do too

#wc 1k+ pairing ⟢ highschool bf!en- members x gn!reader ⸝⸝ genre : fluffㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ , angst if you squint warnings .ᐟ mentions an argument, food/ed (reader forces themself to not eat)

이희승 : messages you after every round

early in your relationship with heeseung, you quickly caught onto the fact that he loves gaming. you didn't mind it of course, it was nice that he had his own thing. it only became a problem when it started feeling like he cared more about his games than he did you. not wanting to assume the worst, you decided to talked to him about it. heeseung was honestly upset, not because he thought you were being selfish, but because his actions made you feel that way. since then, he loves to text you in between rounds, updating you about the silliest things like —

“baby look! i ranked up 😁” , “I GOT BATTLE ROYALE BABY YIPEE” and often, you'd see notifications like “sorry baby, i was in game. can you play with me next time, please?”

박종성 : brings you food for lunch

jay was aware that you had a bad habit of not eating your food. often times, you'd give your lunch to your friends. it hurt him, seeing you not eat, forcing yourself not to. he took note of your behaviour and then had the bright idea that he should make you your lunch. he never forced you to eat his cooking though, but he did encourage you. as time passed, you grew a healthier relationship with not only food, but with jay as well. the delicious meals he made daily were truly the highlight of your day. every now and then, he also likes to slip in notes that say —

“eat well, you deserve it dear :)” . “i know this is your fav, so i hope i did it justice ( ._. )” , “ sorry if it tastes burnt, making tanghulu is harder than it seems :(“

심재윤 : asks you to go to his games

volleyball season has finally arrived at your school, and that meant only one thing for you. watching your dear boyfriend's games on the daily. being the libero of the senior volleyball team was not a light task, but jake seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. whether it was a regular game or a tournament, he would always ask you to go. you didn't really have much of a choice though, since you are part of the school's photography club. this meant that attending games was mandatory for you. but, mandated or not, you wouldn't dare miss any of his games. it's delightful to see jake in his element, it's as if his aura changes the moment he's on the court. but of course, your boyfriend being the guy he is, jake always reminds you to —

“take pictures of me please !” , “cmonn you're a photographer, you have to take pictures of me” with a pout. however he seems to always say “WOAH THESE LOOK SO GOOD!!! i knew you were amazing sweetheart” in the end.

박성훈 : likes to watch you make art

as one of the school's most prominent artists, you are very well known for the art that you create. sometimes you art would be submitted in national competitions and you'd often get complimented on your skills during your school's art shows. and sunghoon is no different from those who admired your art. in fact, your boyfriend is "your number #1 fan" (as he likes to put it). he loves to go to your house, just sitting there and watching you work with the medium you chose. one day, you asked him why he loves to watch you every time to made art. he thought about what to say for a moment before stating —

“well, i find it odd how you're constantly told that your artwork is stunning, but you're never told that it looks even better as you're working on it. it's like you're an extension of the piece, my darling, you're abeautiful work of art as well.” tearing up at his words, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

김선우 : sends you pictures of the sunset/sunrise

your boyfriend knows how fond you are of the sunset and sunrise. even before you had gotten together, you two would always stay up all night to watch it rise when morning came. ironically, the day (or night ?) you two had gotten together, was when you were once again waiting for dawn. so, whenever sunoo had the chance to, he would always try to send pictures of the lovely sun rising and setting. it became your thing, something only you two did with each other. those pictures would often come with texts like —

“goodmorning honey! isn’t the sunset so pretty?” , “i was out walking and noticed the sun was setting hehe”, “hiii are you uppp? look what i saw :)”

양정원 - loves to build legos with you

both you and jungwon have always been interested in legos, and there was no exception to that.even when you two go to the mall. often entering the lego store to browse for any sets that you liked. so it did not come to you as a surprise when your lovely boyfriend gifted you a set of lego roses for your birthday. he knows how much you’ve wanted to build these types of things with him, it was practically the best gift he could’ve ever thought of! now sitting across from each each other, crossed legged and giggling. things were going as planned until —

“love it’s the other way around!” you exclaimed, “wait, huh ???” despite his experience in lego set building, flowers were not his thing. “the petal, i mean. it’s upside” you chuckled. the night of your birthday went on smoothly as you two continued creating the plastic flower arrangement.

西村力 — is the miles to your gwen

riki is actually the reason why you had taken an interest in the famous spider hero. he would often talk about the movies and the comics with you, which interested you the more he talked about it. you adored it when he geeked out about his interests, it was the side of him that no one really saw. soon, you were just as addicted as he was. and when the across the spiderverse movie had come out, you two did not miss the opportunity to watch it together. by the time his birthday rolled in, you thought about the perfect birthday present. matching bracelets that were impressed by miles and gwen. you were undeniably anxious though, even spending all night pondering about how he’d feel about the gift. but upon opening your gift he said —

“woah!! it's so cool, thank you!!” riki smiled, genuinely. “wait, hey, are you alright?” he asked, sensing your anxiousness. “i’m glad you like it. and uhm, i know that miles and gwen don't exactly end up on good terms by the end of the movie… but don't worry riks. we're gonna do our own thing”

note ᝰ.ᐟ please tell me someone got the atsv reference in riki's part (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! please leave feedback, it would really help me out :)

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mosscreektarot · 2 months

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Pick An Image: Who will you MARRY?

All about your FS!

To book a personal reading, DM me or visit my Etsy: https://mosscreekpsychic.etsy.com

Group 1~ Top Left

Group 2~ Top Right

Group 3~ Bottom Left

Group 4~ Bottom Right

Group 1: Liberation: "The Doubts and Fears still come up; you don't believe anymore that they're you."

Your FS sees your "brokenness" and loves the light shining through your cracks. You've been dealt a rough hand in the matters of love, and your FS understands your trauma. Your FS supports you by CHOOSING you. Again and again, no matter what, your FS chooses you. This steadiness and steadfastness to them is love.

Your FS is a bit of a loner, preferring to enjoy the company of few, rather than casting a wide social net. They are an outdoorsy person, frequently camping, hiking, and staying up till morning just to watch the sunrise. Your FS is kind of scatterbrained ("where are my keys!?"), but HIGHLY intelligent. Your FS is the type of person to observe in social settings rather than put themselves in the mix.

Your FS may come from a different country/ethnic background than you, and has deep cultural roots they are proud of. They do things differently than most people and are never phased by the judgement of others.

Group 2: Right Now: "Stay in the present and don't get too far ahead of the Flow. You'll soon trust that nothing more will come than can be handled each moment."

Your FS is one of the most honest people you know. Sometimes their insight into your mind is a little creepy. They are gentle and kind but are unafraid to speak their mind, even if it hurts some feelings or steps on toes. Your FS is the type of person who loves to debate in the comment section and is really fucking good at it. Not to say they are argumentative, but if they see someone saying/doing something blatantly wrong they will not hesitate to put that person in their place when necessary.

Your FS may struggle with their mental health/self care at times and is extremely good at masking their true feelings. To everyone else they are the happiest, bubbliest, most outgoing person. It's not a lie, but there is a duality between their public and private self.

This could be someone you already know who provides you with guidance and support, never letting you guess they are in need of the same. Your FS is their own harshest critic and is constantly working to better themselves. They are a warm and loving person with a pink and blue aura. You may feel like this person could ~never~ be interested in you or is out of your league but your intuition is wrong in that regard!

Group 3:

Change: "When the ego finally sees the utter madness of trying to control everything, you come to a sacred crossroads in your own evolution."

Your FS is a spiritual "go with the flow" type of person. They believe everything happens for a reason, and live very unconventionally. They're the kind of person who communes with trees and spends their free time barefoot in the grass. "Wild and free"~positive vibes, the type of person to look for the best in every situation, no matter how dark or dire. Loves social gatherings and connecting with new people. Your FS may come off as a bit awkward in social settings sometimes, but despite that are well-received and liked.

Your FS is always smiling and wants to bring the sunshine into your life every single day.

Your FS may be a little out of touch with reality and believe they can positively affirm their way out of situations which cannot be changed. They're the kind of person who would get sick and refuse to go to the doctor for a month, even if it's really bad because they think they will magically get better through willpower alone. Your FS will need to find a balance between their spiritual self and mundane reality. They may need you to be the "authority figure" in their life when necessary.

Your FS is disciplined and responsible when it comes to their career and finances. Oddly enough they have a very "serious" career like an accountant or lawyer and make a lot of money. They spend a lot of it on crystals though ;) .

Group 4:

Gratitude: "Fill me with gratitude for all You give! May I be a vehicle for You wherever I go."

Your FS is an introvert who likes to spend their time with their nose in a book at home with their cats. They love to help others and often rush around trying to provide assistance to anyone who asks. They are the kind of person who sees a car on the side of the highway and pulls over to change their tire.

Your FS is pretty quiet and likes to keep their thoughts to themselves. It can be hard to read them or to get them to talk about how they feel. They have their reasons, so please be patient with them. They are a slow and methodical person who always makes lists and ticks off the boxes of what they need to do in life. They live by a routine and aren't one to make rash or reckless decisions.

They often feel left out of their family/friend circle and feel like nobody understands them or that people wouldn't like the "real" them if they said what was actually on their minds. When you come into the picture they let go of a breath they have been holding their entire life. You connect with them in a way they never thought possible and they realize that it's okay to be themselves and that there is such a thing as "true love". They are forever grateful for your presence in their life and show it to you every day by bringing you tea in bed or buying little presents to show you they are always thinking of you.

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dawnbreakersgaze · 11 days

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Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me???#there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now #and its only mildly angsty #and still sexy imo #yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k?#i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground #and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back #and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity #jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck #lnds #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #Dawnbreaker #db!zayne #zayne dawnbreaker #art of kay

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sin-djarin · 6 months

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in fiction

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader

Rating: M. MDNI. This blog and its contents are 18+.

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Dieter comes to bed.

Warnings: Established relationship, mentions of self doubt, no physical description of reader, no dialogue, no use of y/n.

A/N: I wrote about Joel coming home and wanted to do something similar for Dieter. To me, Dieter is soft and deserves some fluff. Thanks to @for-a-longlongtime for looking over this and getting me out of my own head about it!

You left him at the other end of the couch hours ago. His hands held a script and yours held a novel. When morning comes, a car will roll up the gravelled drive to collect him for a shoot. You hoped that maybe your exit would have prompted him to follow but instead he stayed seated, one leg tucked underneath him, whispering words from the dog-eared pages to himself and the soon to be empty living room.

You carried yourself to bed but continued to read, sliding further down the mountain of cushions that are propped up against the velvet headboard. The words became increasingly difficult to absorb and you reread the same paragraph over and over until you eventually drifted off, book still in hand.

Some hours later, you’re woken from the light slumber by the familiar bumping on the other side of the wall – he’s finally coming to bed. He never walks or runs up the staircase. He trudges or bounces over the plush carpeted steps depending on what the day has thrown at him. A squeak of rubber across the hardwood floor tells you he's finished his climb.

The doorknob turns and he peeks around the frame before crossing the threshold. He wants to see if you’re still awake. After closing it quietly, he offers you a soft smile – trying hard to balance it out with sorrow and glee. He’s sorry he’s late to bed and that he’ll be forced to leave again but joyful that he can squeeze in some time together.

But before you can both indulge, he heads for the ensuite bathroom. You know the sounds and the order you’ll hear them. It begins with the tune he hums over the buzz of his toothbrush echoing off the bright white tiles. You never could figure out how he managed to get splatters of toothpaste that high up on the bathroom mirror.

The humming is halted by a crash. Stainless steel against ceramic. If you could see through the wall dividing you, you’d place a bet that the sleeve of his too-big robe got caught on the nozzle of the soap dispenser and sent it careening into the sink. Again. A hissed self deprating fuck follows it.

Whether Dieter is two feet away, or two thousand miles always, he always finds a way to bring a welcomed noise into your life. In the silence of the early morning hours, separated by timezones, your phone would vibrate over the wooden nightstand. Sometimes it’s an I wish you were here with a picture of the inside of a hotel suite. Other times, it’s a picture of a pigeon with no context other than the word Look!

You're drawn to his bedlam as much as he’s drawn to your peace.

He shucks off his champagne-coloured corduroy robe and throws it over the end of the bed, revealing his worn lavender t-shirt underneath. It’s a perfect picture before he slips out of his crocs and reaches over to flick the switch on the lamp on the nightstand, turning the room the same shade of black as the tattoo on his arm.

When he exits and turns off the light, he tiptoes around to your side of the bed. The bed that’s too big for both of you when you share it and will feel gigantic come sunrise. He takes the book from your hand and places it on your nightstand, pages down so you don’t lose your place.

Every time he comes back from travelling, he curses himself for not remembering to buy you a bookmark. Though he’ll still tell you about all the funny ones he saw through his sunglasses in airport stores.

You’ve come to learn he’s predictably unpredictable. You never know if he’s going to ask the most thought-provoking question about how the planets aligned themselves or if he’s about to tell you about the meatball sub he ate two years ago, describing down its last garlicky notes and the texture of the bread.

And just like that, you don’t foresee him climbing into bed from the bottom of the mattress, but he does. Clambering over the puffy duck feather duvet, he drapes his upper body over your legs, splaying himself across you, and rests his scruffy cheek on your stomach. Almost in unison, you both sigh at the sensation.

For a few seconds, he’s still in the new darkness that’s drowned the bedroom. Still enough that you can feel the slowing pulse in his neck beating against your bare skin and the steady jets of warm air that leave his nostrils pour over your lower belly.

Calm enough because everything about this is just that – enough. His signature smell of amber combined with the crisp mint on his breath is rapidly becoming your own personal sleep tonic as your eyelids threaten to become heavy again.

It doesn’t last long. His hand is quick to search for yours, now unburdened by your book and when he finds it, he places it on the crown of his head.

What he wants is simple – just move your fingers through his disobedient curls.

You grant his wish; your fingertips glide gently over his scalp in lazy and uncoordinated motions. Tonight, leftover residue from his hair gel coats your fingers as you massage his head. Other nights, they catch on hardened flecks of oil paint that have fallen from his paintbrush and knotted his hair. Sorry, sorry, you’d whisper when you’d feel his lips twist against your flesh, wincing at the tug. His own knuckles find a slow rhythm, swiping back and forth across your waist.

The tiny groans of pleasure that your fingers cause him to illicit as they brush through his dark strands soon switch to soft contented snores. It's tempting to turn and check the time but doing so would turn the clock into a timer that would count down the minutes until his inevitable departure.

Sleep has found him. It’ll find you shortly too. Safe in the knowledge that he’s not persecuting himself about a performance that’s yet to happen, or whatever other pressure is weighing him down. For now.

Both of you will sleep through the alarm that’s set far too early and he'll wake with a jolt of panic. There won’t be time for breakfast or a shower. You’ll be left with a lingering kiss and that everlasting promise of a new bookmark.

He’ll return home again in one form or another, much like the creatures written in the chapters of your fantasy novel. In time, you’ll be a chapter in his autobiography.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo x gn reader #the bubble #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo fic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fluff

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leonaquitaine · 1 year

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Starter GPose: Lighting 102- Outdoors

Now that we know some basic lighting techniques, it's time to wander into the wild!

There's a lot that's out of your control, like weather and natural light. But let's use those to our advantage!

Supplemental Lighting

Remember: you can use the 3-point light sources and the Character lighting settings to bring attention to the subject, making it pop from the background.

In the example below, Freya is pretty dim against the background; so we position a yellow source to reinforce the torch light and a blue source to suggest moonlight.

Oh, one interesting thing about water surfaces: while point lights can't cast shadows...

...it can reflect over water surfaces!

The principle of using a point light to enhance, reinforce or suggest a source can be used anywhere: fixtures, skybox sources, armor, weapons... the sky (well, and the count of 3) is the limit.

Less is more

Simplify your shots. Visual elements draw attention away from the subject. By using Depth of Field (DoF) you can force background elements to lose focus.

Alternatively, you can look for parts of the background with fewer elements (like the sky, a cave wall, or a dark patch of a forest.)

Weather

Dungeons and open areas have wildly different lighting patterns. Don't fight it: instead, try to adjust your sources to enhance the feeling. Overcast weather gives less contrast, the same as night shots. On the other hand, Some instances can give very harsh light. Use it to your advantage.

Environment

Use it. The fact that you're not locked into place means that you can have better action shots, using the environment to help tell a story.

Also, the Golden Hour is real. Sunrises and sunsets give amazing opportunities for shots.

Night shots have their own characteristics, but they're basically similar to studio shots. So rim lights and key lights can bring subjects to the foreground, even if they're wearing dark clothing.

Sometimes the environment is the focus. Draw your character away, and let the beauty of Etheirys sink in.

Framing

Look out for structures that can help isolate your character from the background.

Now that I mentioned these points, let's see how (and why) some shots were taken!

Low contrast, DoF isolating from the noisy background, orange point light to Noemie's right, white-bluish point light to the top left.

High contrast, strong orange point light to the right of Louise, and a white point far to the left.

Here the scenario is totally irrelevant (apart from the general grey tone), So ADoF+Bubble, ADoF + Bokeh, a single white point from the sun's direction, and a high Character lighting.

This guide is way less technique-heavy than the previous one, but I hope it helped illustrate some ways to benefit from outdoor shots; please share your experiments, and let me know if you have any questions!

#ffxiv #gpose #gposeguide #ffxiv tutorial #gpose tutorial #nenekocolors #long post #leon aquitaine #aquitaine studio

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coryothesub · 25 days

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Visual Stimulation

I’ll proceed with the asks tomorrow but currently I feel like there's a shameful lack of Sejanus smut across tbosas tags so I decided to fix that

Modern Sejanus is definitely the type of guy who has a secret OF account. Not for money purposes, he just feels like showing off sometimes and he loooooves the validation. He has never told Coryo, because he knows that Mr Future President™ would tell him off for jeopardizing his own reputation like that. But reader on the other hand is just a horny girl who likes to do a little browsing to help her meet her needs…

nsfw / mdni / no specific dom/sub dynamics

Coryo was away for the weekend just in time for your ovulation and you were so horny that you felt like your brain was gonna explode. Or something else.

You were just scrolling some socials on your laptop, bored out of your mind and decided to check out some adult content to get a bit of stress relief.

None of the guys in the pictures did anything for you until you stumbled upon a fit looking man with a very pretty cock that reminded you of something you had seen before but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Probably that was some well known pornstar. What else could it be?

You clicked on the profile and scrolled through some pictures and videos, but none of them showed the guy's face. Just some footage of him using the fleshlight, some pretty tasteful dick pics, cumming video, more dick pics…

The next one was titled “Morning workout in the park”. Interesting… You clicked on that one and saw the guy sitting in the grass leaning against a tree.

Judging by the lighting it was very early, right after sunrise and the park was still empty. You clicked on description and it read:

“Hey guys! Went out for a morning run once in a blue moon. My jogging pants felt kinda restrictive, therefore I decided to get rid of them and do a little show off wearing only my little running shorts. Looks much better like that, doesn't it?”

It looked good indeed. You bit your lip as his big hand kept palming his hard-on through the thin fabric of the tiny shorts. You could hear some moans and groans and for some reason they sounded very familiar.

You wiggled out of your panties and kicked them away bringing your hand down to your wet cunt right away. You started rubbing your clit and a small moan escaped your lips. He was so fine. You just wished for him to take those shorts off asap.

Then the young man turned the camera to his face and you gasped in shock, almost falling out of your bed.

It was Sejanus. smiling suggestively, small drops of sweat glistening on his forehead from the workout he’d just finished.

“I fucking love it when the sun comes out,” he spoke into the camera. “It always lifts my mood up. You know what else gets really excited about the sun?”

He turned the camera back to his crotch and let the tip of his cock slip out of those loose little shorts. It was thick and hard and it twitched against his strong thigh as he kept speaking, making your pussy impossibly wet.

“It feels so good, fuck! I wish y’all could be here with me.”

God you wished that too. Your fingers moved on your clit rhythmically as you watched Sej letting his whole manhood slip from the leg opening of the shorts and starting to stroke himself. His cock looked so good in the morning sun and the sounds he was making went straight to your pussy.

You felt like those small stifled moans were about to bring you over the edge at any moment now and you threw your head back in pleasure as you suddenly heard his voice right there in your room.

“Like what you see, huh?”

It took a couple of seconds for you to register that he was actually there and after that you slammed your laptop shut and covered your exposed private parts with the oversized t-shirt that you were wearing.

“Sejanus! What are you doing here!?”

“The door was open and I thought I would surprise you,” he gave you a cheeky smirk.

“Well you certainly did. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to realize that you really enjoy my little hobby.”

You felt your cheeks flooding with red. It felt so embarrassing to be caught like this.

Sejanus just gave you a flirty smile and made a few steps closer.

“I don't mind at all, princess. In fact I hope everyone who enjoys my videos looks as good as you while doing it.”

“How about I put on a little live show for my favorite viewer?”

You just nodded, still not fully recovered from the surprise.

Sejanus stood in front of you and started unbuttoning his shirt while moving his hips like a true professional. Who knew he had it in him.

Soon he revealed his toned torso and pulled down his pants with a cocky grin. He loved the way he made you feel. Still kinda confused, but extremely aroused.

You got in a more comfortable position and let your hand play with your cunt again, looking at the dark haired boy with pure lust in your eyes.

He teased you, brushing his hand over his cock while it was still in his briefs and you could see that he was already hard.

You breath hitched when he finally let his thick member spring free, bouncing against his lower abdomen. He gave it a few lazy strokes and crawled into your bed.

His hand immediately reached for your clit and a soft whimper escaped your lips as soon as you felt his fingers pressing against your most sensitive spot.

“So wet for me already,” he cooed before pressing his plump lips against yours in a steamy kiss. Then he moved down to your neck, sucking at the soft skin in a harsh manner that would probably leave some marks.

“Do you mind if I fuck you now?” He whispered against your skin.

“God, I need you to fuck me!” you sounded embarrassingly desperate as your pussy was literally melting underneath his fingers.

Sejanus pulled your t-shirt over your head and licked his lips marveling at your titties.

“Would you please get on your knees for me?”

You obeyed immediately, desperate to have him inside you already.

“Such a needy girl,” he teased, sliding his leaking tip up and down between your folds.

“Sej, if you don't get to it now, I swear…” you hissed and pushed your ass against his cock.

Sejanus chuckled amused by your despair and slowly pushed his girthy member inside your dripping wet cunt.

You felt immediate relief as he started moving in and out, digging his fingers into your hips.

You moaned softly, feeling his cock stretching you out so nicely.

“You’re so thick, Sej. Fuck!”

“It's just your perfectly tight pussy. Damn, feels so good,” he praised you as his pace grew faster and you kept pushing against him, lewd sounds filling the room as your naked bodies kept slapping together.

You felt your arms growing tired so you lowered yourself against the mattress and pressed your face into the pillow, your muffled moans filling the air.

“It looks so good from up here,” Sejanus spoke in a teasing tone as his thrusts became even harder.

“Maybe you should guest star on my channel. I bet we would go viral.”

The thought alone of being displayed for everyone while Sej fucking you like the horny slut you were made your walls clench around his cock.

Sejanus groaned, feeling his climax nearing from the warm embrace of your tight pussy.

“I’m so damn close,” you whispered before biting into the pillow as you felt his cock hitting against your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Me too baby. Oh god, I think I’m gonna…” the sentence was cut off by a deep grunt and you felt Sejanus's cock twitch before shooting his load deep inside your pussy.

Getting filled by his warmth brought you over the edge and you came simultaneously, drenching his dick in your juices.

You felt the pillow underneath you getting damp from your hot breath as Sejanus continued with a few sloppy thrusts, fucking his cum deeper inside your pussy.

Then you sank down on the sheets panting heavily. Sejanus laid next to you looking like he could easily do a few more rounds right away. His morning workouts certainly did him good.

“Oh god I really needed this,” you said, still catching your breath.

“Me too, I'm really glad I caught you like this,” Sejanus chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“By the way, the offer to make that video still stands.”

#i know this trope is as old as the world itself #but i just needed to get it out there #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #oneshot #cts post

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thexianzhoujade · 17 days

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"special day" ft kaeya + gorou x gn!reader literature content. fluff, maybe ooc, established relationships alexi’s notes. happy birthday to my dearest @yaminohimeyume ! thank you for being such a close friend to me, this is actually also your request you sent in - you have enough angst ma’am, you should have known i’d write you fluff instead !

I was scrolling and saw you asked for requests so, I went searching for two phrases so that I could decide what to ask... In the end I got two... either angst or fluff for Gorou, and if you feel like, for Kaeya <3

library waiting list. @soleillunne @lovingluxury @dumbificat @starryshinyskies @ryuryuryuyurboat @ainescribe @sangoqueenkoko

your lover is known for casually slacking off his work sometimes but regardless, KAEYA is a hardworking man. from taking up commissions from the other knights and running errands, or even training knights-to-be, the cavalry captain without his cavalry always has an excuse to be busy - or rather, appear busy. whether or not it be genuine work or an attempt at kicking his feet up during work hours, you're supportive and always there to ensure he's caring for himself.

this includes roping him home from the angel's share with the help of master diluc, the stench of wine heavy on his breath as he stumbles alongside the pair of you, his hands trying to shove your helping touch away as he urges "i'm married!" into the cool night air of mondstadt, much to both the amusement of yourself and diluc as you exchange glances.

it always includes you bringing his lunch to him, fresh from the good hunter - sara is quite fond of you, honestly - and all the times you've taken klee off his hands. that's the only time you can excuse him slacking off, in your eyes since by the archons, klee is a handful.

kaeya may or may not see your birthday and take it as a chance to squeeze himself out of the suffocating, stuffy air that is the knights of favonius headquarters. the empty vase on the kitchen table is filled with an array of your favourite flowers, colourful and basking in the golden light of the early morning sunrise that's casting its beauty onto the nation of freedom. they smell divine, sweet and floral accompanied with the breakfast that kaeya worked hard on; honestly a surprise that he knew how to navigate your shared kitchen enough to cook something.

the two of you spend the majority of the day wandering the bustling streets of mondstadt shopping, accompanied by the breeze so beautifully blessed by barbatos himself. one of kaeya's love languages may be acts of affirmation but his more commonly acted on love language is gifts. even if you try to shrug off his efforts throughout the day, kaeya is insistent on buying every little trinket and other that your eyes even so much as glitter at the sight of.

with the sunset as your witness, perched at the top of starsnatch cliff on a plaid picnic blanket, kaeya gives you your true gift - the one that had been purchased months in advance after he sought the help of jean. in his hands sits a small, plush velvet box that holds a necklace with a shivada jade gemstone cut so refined and glittering in the light of the sun dipping below the distant horizon. smiles adorn your faces as you make wishes on dandelion seeds, blowing them to be carried in the wind.

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in hindsight, you had probably expected little to nothing from your workaholic partner as your birthday wrapped around. GOROU was hardworking, sure but sometimes you couldn't help but worry for his overall health. as his partner, it was your own hard work that kept the canine male on his feet during the trying times of the resistance.

little did you know, your hindsight would be incredibly wrong. gorou may focus solely on the resistance, his work as a general and the comrades around him however he is devoted to you, loyal to the one he recognises as his forever. with pointed ears and a wagging tail, gorou had already made plans months in advance with her excellency for your birthday - the hardest part was keeping it under wraps.

what can i say? the general of the watatsumi resistance is full of surprises, if people weren't already shocked from his prominent animalistic features and happy-go-lucky demeanour in a time of history being changed right before your very eyes, that is. the morning of your birthday, he'd already started your day before you had. gorou follows a strict regime daily and the man virtually exists only to follow schedules; he'll combust if he doesn't.

since gorou is always too busy to maintain his own health, you've always been the standing pillar at his side, ensuring he's fed and that he takes routine breaks out of his work to just breathe in the fresh air. this morning he wants to return all your kind acts, all the steaming plates of breakfast and packed bento boxes; always wrapped and made with the utmost of love.

the smell of food is the first thing you're greeted with when your eyes pry open, blinded by the spring inazuman sunshine that casts into the room through the open window, the curtains tied back and yet blowing gently in the warm breeze. gorou's humming is faint from the kitchen but you can make it out just enough to recognise that it's a song the soldiers take to singing around the campfire some nights.

after breakfast, gorou hands over his gift to you - one that albeit caused him a lot of pain that bared just for you, - a woven bracelet made of the fur of his tail. there's a sheepish smile on his face, cheeks dusted a light hue of pink as he rubs the back of his neck with a hand and admits just how painful it was to pluck fur from his own poor tail but despite the pain, the sentiment is there. he wants you to have a piece of him - literally - with you, especially when he goes to the battlefield with the chance of never returning to your side.

then the day takes its turn into the plans gorou has pre-emptively worked on to perfection, using this day as his chance to thank you for everything you have ever done for him as his lover. the beaches of yashiori island are plenty, your toes dipped in the sand and cool waves lapping at your ankles as you walk along the coast, hand in hand with your lover boy, so head over heels in love with you every time his eyes glance over to you and trail to that ginger bracelet clasped around your wrist.

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part 1

Steve's head whipped up so quick he thought he might break his neck.

"A ride?", he followed Eddie's eyes back to Honey. "On your bee?"

Honey vibrated a little like they knew they were being talked about.

"I promise it's a smooth ride." Eddie petted the fuzz on Honey and grabbed Steve's hand to do the same. "See? Honey likes you." Sweet likes sweet he supposed.

Part of Steve thought he should be cautious. That he shouldn't just go riding out into the night with someone he had just met. But also, Eddie wasn't actually a stranger at this point anymore, right? And there was a chance he could introduce him to other fairies too. And most importantly, he had the opportunity to actually get out and see the world, if only for an evening.

"One ride. And you bring me back home before sunrise."

Steve had read enough fae tales to know they could play tricks sometimes. He didn't want his mother to worry just in case Eddie was the type to take and keep.

"You have my word. I'll return you before dawn." Eddie mounted Honey and then gently patted the space behind him.

Carefully, Steve got on, not wanting to hurt the bee. For a moment he faltered on a hold and then Eddie grabbed his hands and pulled them around himself.

"You're gonna have to hold on tight. Honey can be kinda wild."

Steve was about to make a quip when Honey took off and zipped around. At first, he was just bracing himself, holding onto Eddie tightly and burying his face in his back against the wind. But as he got used to it, he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was mostly obscured by Eddie's long hair whipping around, but once he pulled it away (getting to touch the soft locks as he kept them pinned to Eddie's back) he finally got a clear look.

Trees and flowerbeds came by in a rush as they flitted through the forest. Then they were rising about the trees and Steve's home was but a small beacon of light in the dark night.

Honey slowed a bit, bobbing around and the rush of wind became a breeze.

"You get to see things like this all the time?"

"Nice view, huh?", Eddie grinned. "You can see it too, whenever you're with me."

Eddie didn't know by what grace he was able to find Steve, but now that he had him he would show him the world. He never wanted those arms to unwrap from him.

He took Steve to all of the good spots nearby. To a small stream where more than one creature caught a glimpse of the fairy prince with someone they didn't recognize. To a pumpkin patch where Eddie was so lost in adoration that he and Steve danced to music only they could hear.

To a field of flowers that was very special indeed, for it was where the first frost would happen.

"I do really like fall", Steve said when they landed on a tree stump. "My mother gets really, busy, making new dresses for the festival. But when she's done there's dancing and singing..." Steve pulled his knees up to his chest, suddenly withdrawing.

"What are you thinking about?", Eddie asked, seeing the mood change on his face.

"I'm too small to join everyone. I have to dance on a table or somewhere high up on my own. And in the crowd, no one can really hear me sing. It's still fun though, I just wish I could really be a part of it."

Eddie felt his heart movie in a hundred ways. He had so many things he wanted to say but what came out was "You sing?"

"Just the songs with the people of the town. The ones that herald in the seasons."

Steve looked up and Eddie had pulled out a lute from somewhere. Had Honey been carrying it? Eddie began to strum a familiar tune.

"Autumn will be here before you know it", Eddie said. And as if cued in, a slightly chilly breeze blew. Steve smiled and started to sing. As he did, he imagined the vivid rainbow of flowers giving way to the yellows and oranges of fallen leaves.

Maybe it was because it was the dead of night, and most everything was asleep, maybe because he was the only one making a sound, or maybe it was because he had an enraptured audience. Whatever the reason, Steve truly felt like he was being heard.

Eddie was seeing stars. Perhaps they were actually fireflies but that was just as magical. The two of them were so caught in their own world, they didn't notice a couple of toads spying on them from the bushes. They had been lured by the sound of Steve's voice.

"Can I see you again tomorrow?", Eddie asked as the song ended.

"Yes", Steve answered without hesitation. Suddenly being taken by a mysterious fae didn't seem so bad.

On the way home, Eddie asked him a bunch of questions like he couldn't get enough of him. Spring or summer? What kind of apple is your favorite? And since he knew of his mother's work now - silk or satin? Was embroidery hard?

"Alright, alright, last one", Eddie said as Honey landed on the window sill. "Something everyone likes but you hate."

Steve wrinkled his nose, having one ready. "Blue cheese."

"....Blue cheese? That's it?"

"Eddie, it's a mold. And people are just eating it."

"It's a safe mold though, right?" Eddie dismounted first and then helped Steve off and onto his feet. He probably held his hips for a little longer than was proper.

"It's mold. There are perfectly fine unmolded cheeses around."

"So, do you not eat anything even slightly fermented?"

Steve considered the question for a moment. "I like sweet pickles."

Eddie made a face and stuck out his tongue. "The sweet ones? And here I thought I was falling for you. You've got the face of an angel and the voice of a siren but your food opinions might be a deal breaker."

Steve was smiling so silly he felt like his face might break. "This coming from the fairy who didn't know the difference between a string and a thread."

"What you call a gap in knowledge I call super specific job-related expertise."

Steve was still smiling and Eddie was smiling back at him. And they probably would've spent hours just staring at each other fondly if there wasn't a voice out in the distance calling Eddie's name.

"Oh shit!", Eddie hissed before pulling Steve through the other side of the window.

"Who is that?", Steve asked, trying to get a peek. He only saw the smallest bit of glowing dust off in the distance before Eddie pulled him down.

"That would be uh, okay, first, let me tell you something. I'm...I'm actually the prince. Of the fairies...Ta-daa~"

"You're a prince? For how long?!", Steve asked.

Eddie stared at him blankly, unsure of how to answer that. "Uhh, for a while now...?"

"You're the prince", Steve began to pace around. "I just spent the night with a prince."

"And also Eddie."

That got Steve to pause. "Yeah, I did. And he still wants to see me tomorrow?", he asked, voice hopeful. As if there was any universe where Eddie didn't drop everything to come and see him.

"He does. More than anything." Eddie took both of Steve's hands and kissed his knuckles. "So am I still welcome here?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'll be waiting." Steve wanted this. He wanted more than one night.

Eddie wanted to kiss Steve and give him every night for the rest of their lives. But it was still too early for both, so he just kissed his fingertips this time, and then reluctantly pulled away.

"Tomorrow", he promised. It was only a few hours away and yet it felt like forever.

"Tomorrow", Steve echoed.

The voice shouting for Eddie sounded closer, so he got on Honey and flew away. With the magnetic pull of that whirlwind of a fairy gone, Steve fell to his knees. What a night.

What a night.

When he laid down to sleep (in a case for glasses that his mother had refurbished) he was dead to the world until morning.

Imagine his shock when he awakened only to find that the top had been closed on him, which was peculiar on its own. And then when he opened he saw not his room, but that he was on a small boat, moored on a river bank. Then he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Hey Tommy, come quick! Pretty boy's awake."

A/N: Imma need all my fellow Thumbelina fans to re-watch that scene where she meets Cornelius because he is so gone for her with the first ten seconds and is just itchin to touch her the whole time and all the little details they do with these 2 just adds to the romance.

Part 3

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atticclubsheep · 6 months

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Of Fairy Lights and Color Theory

Wherein you wax poetic over color nonsense

All that glitters is not gold.

You say that phrase like it's your job, and you say it in such a memorable tone that Mammon hears it play in his head every time he goes out to shop. The true meaning behind that phrase is that 'everything that seems valuable on the surface might not be so', but when you say that phrase, you say it in such a way that implies you might not be golden, but you're glittering nonetheless.

You bring up gold a lot around Mammon, actually. Sometimes he wonders if you're trying to drive him crazy.

Anyways, on top of you not really using the phrase correctly, you also told Mammon that you'd simply heard the quote off an episode of Spongebob and that's why you say it around him--you think it's funny, and it doesn't help that every time you see that 'pretty gold ring' in his 'gorgeous blue eyes', you feel the phrase burning on your lips. As weird as he finds your explanation, there's something oddly romantic about it as well, and it always makes him blush when you bring it up.

Today was one of those days where the topic of gold was randomly brought up by you, though strangely enough, it had nothing to do with wealth or greed when you spoke about it. You were standing on the tips of your toes in Mammon's room, stringing up yellow-hued fairy lights on the walls around his bed, bathing the little subsection of his room in a faint gold light. Your D.D.D. was playing some song from the human realm on repeat, chanting about yellow and shining stars and loving you so (you'd always pause your chatter to sing that particular line, just under your breath, and it gave Mammon butterflies each time).

"So what do you think?" you ask as you step off the little stool you'd gotten from who-knows-where. You graze some fingers over the dangling yellow lights, before hooking your finger around the wires and pulling it just a little bit away from the wall, allowing each tiny light to cast its own gold halo on the slate-silver wall. "The color? It's like the color of this, don't you think?"

The 'this' in question was your hand, where Mammon's pact mark was practically glowing. Ever since you'd started learning magic with Solomon you'd learned how to do that--how to call attention to each of your pact marks, how to make them light up in the very same way they had when you received them. It was like you were highlighting your bond with the demon in question, and Mammon didn't know if it was magic or flattery that gave him a sugary feeling in his chest every time you did.

"H-Heh... so is that why you picked the color? I mean, it would make sense. As your first man it's obvious my pact mark would be your favorite."

"Hm, no, if I were doing this because of the pact mark I'd be putting these lights in my room."

Mammon tried not to deflate in disappointment. Of course, you didn't let the disappointment linger, because what you said next was sweet enough to make his breath catch in his throat.

"This is me leaving a little mark of my own in your room. I chose the color because it's my favorite--it reminds me of your eyes, plus I know you like gold-y things, and I think the meaning behind this color is pretty true about you too," you say, swinging the dangling wire if lights in your hands before letting it fall back against the wall. "It's gold like sunrises, my favorite way to start the day, valuable like the precious metal, and bright and yellow like the happiest things in the world. That's kind of sweet, don't you think?"

Finally you make eye contact with him, and your grin is casual and lopsided--totally contradictory to the positively poetic nonsense you'd been chattering about, and it took all of Mammon's strength to not start stuttering on the spot.

"Valuable?" He doesn't know why that was the word that left his lips, but you nod anyways.

"Mhm. Well, you're worth more than gold of course, but it's kind of an affectionate symbolism," you say absentmindedly, taking one last look at your handiwork. "Heh... now every time you see these lights you'll be like 'L-M-A-O, that dorky little human thinks I'm bright and valuable!' Color theory is my love language, did you know? So yeah, I'm done now. Thanks for letting me play interior designer for all of fifteen minutes."

Don't say that stuff so casually, Mammon thinks, though all he can verbalize is a timid "No problem." He has no idea how you say that sort of stuff so easily, much less why you even think that stuff in the first place--after all, if you want the same verbal affection from him, you'd have to corner and pry it out of him. He gets flustered over it--for you, it's just in your nature to be sweet. Is that some sort of human thing?

You stretch, raising your hands above your head. He thinks he hears a pop, and you hum in satisfaction. "Man, being such a fantastic color-theorist has my brain acting like TV static now. I need something exciting, hm..." you tap your lip thoughtfully, then turn to him with a mischievous grin. "What do you wanna do, Mams? Your turn to pick something."

Say something flirty, say something flirty- "Heh. Are ya sure you can handle a demon's definition of 'exciting', human?" Drat.

"I trust you to pick something survivable," you reply in almost the same joking tone. "Though if you pick something that ruins my shirt, I can't say you'll survive what happens next. Momo got me this shirt, you know. It's got fantastic color theory, see, it's just desaturated enough to serve as a neutral tone while still maintaining a distinct purple-hue identity, not to mention the value is perfect enough to pair with a white or black pair of pants while still having a pleasant amount of contrast. I chose white just for today, just because-"

"Let's go buy new clothes then," Mammon interrupts, a grumpy tone to his voice. You tilt your head at him.

"Huh? Are you saying you don't like the color?"

"No no, you look good in any color," Mammon replies, before realizing the softness to his comment and sharpening it with, "For a human." You laugh.

"So is it the fabric? The fit? I thought the outfit was cute."

"Tch. That's not the point--I can buy you things, wouldn't you rather wear something bought by me?"

"I mean... I didn't think it mattered. I thought it was kind of fun to wear something purple-y while stringing up yellow lights, they are complementary colors after all. Besides--Asmo might have bought me this shirt, but you're the one I'm spending time with. Are you upset?"

You didn't sound cross with him or anything--you've known for a while that Mammon could be, well, greedy. You merely sounded curious, not quite understanding what the big deal was. Even though jealousy still rang bitterly in his ears, Mammon didn't quite understand either.

"I'll buy you something purple then."

"You're so sweet. And silly. I have plenty of purple clothes--if you really want to go shopping, let's get something that matches, the two of us. I'm thinking yellow-" you gesture to the colors on the wall. "-or gold, or maybe blue, since it would match your eyes so well. Actually, let me spoil you a little, I'll buy us something-"

"No!"

You cut yourself off quickly, regarding Mammon with wide eyes. He picks up on your shock and backtracks.

"I-I mean, uh, I can't have ya buyin' me everything, ya know? Ya got me those lights, so it's my turn. I'll get ya somethin'. What's the point of hangin' out with the avatar of greed if ya ain't gettin' a little somethin' out of it, right?"

The expression on your face was nothing short of adoration. It took all of Mammon's willpower not to look away and hide his face--you just made him so soft. "What's the point? The point is, you're Mammon--the most lovable being in all three realms, as far as I'm concerned. I don't need you to buy me things to know that you're my one and only, although..." Your smile widens. "I know it's a big deal for you to offer something like that, so of course I'm not saying no. I'm just letting you know you don't have to buy my affection, you know? The only gold that really matters to me--metaphorically--is the gold in your eyes. Do you still want to go shopping?"

...drat. He really was in love with you.

"Yeah, well..." Mammon starts, hoping desperately that his face wasn't as red as he feared. "I'm buyin' your affection anyways. W-Wait, that came off wrong--I mean, listen up! You're my human, my only human, the o-only one I'll ever have eyes for, so... so let me spoil ya! As long as I'm around, you're never gonna want anything else, okay? I'll make sure you have it all. A-And you better be grateful, because I don't make promises like that to just anybody!"

Finally--he could finally see some semblance of shyness flutter across your expression, meaning whatever he had said had finally succeeded in wooing you--at least a little bit. Well, at least enough that he wasn't the only one blushing up a metaphorical storm right now. Still, no matter how flustered you got, you still wore that serene smile.

"That means a lot to me, Mammon," you said, voice softened by flusteredness. "To be honest, I think I have all I could ever want with you being by my side, but that's no reason for us to not go out shopping, so..." you held out your hand, waiting for Mammon to take it. He did, though not without almost tripping over himself to get closer to you. "...let's go. I want to show off the demon I gave my heart to, after all."

...you were really something, y'know that? Mammon follows you out the door, enjoying the contact between the both of you for every second until you reach to the shopping district he loved so much.

"So, shopping is a 'demon's definition of exciting', huh?"

"S-Shut up."

#mammon x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me x reader #obey me #omswd

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dontask-idkeither · 1 year

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Restless

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Shuri are a couple riddled with nightmares

Note: This is my first time putting a fic on Tumblr so I’m a lil anxious about it😭

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Sleep never came easy for the two of you these days. Before it was only you plagued with vile images that would tear you from your sleep. But now, after the death of King T’challa and the war with Talokan, you and your girlfriend Shuri both struggled to get a full nights rest.

The problem was that Shuri never let you in on the fact that she was struggling. She knew you needed your sleep, so waking you was out of the question. Whenever she woke in the middle of the night, she would quietly walk down to her lab and work herself until she was tired enough to go back to bed before you woke up.

Tonight was one of those unfortunate nights. Images of her mother’s lifeless body laying before her flashed in her mind. She could hear the sounds of the busy lab, working to try and save her dear brothers life. Her own screams for her mother came in. And the final push was the voice and image of N’Jadaka telling her that her family had failed.

She shot up from her bed and couldn’t catch her breath. She was so exhausted and panicked. She couldn’t help the sobs that began to emerge. The fear of possibly waking you only made it all worse.

She tried quiet her own cries to spare you, but to no avail. She watched you slowly wake up and she fell back to the headboard with guilt now that she had officially woken you.

“Shuri?” You said groggily as you rubbed the drowsiness out of your eyes. When she didn’t respond, you looked up to see her crying and breathing rapidly. You shot up to the top of the bed and pulled her close to your chest; she held you as tight as possible.

“I’m sorry.” She said over and over into your chest. “Shh. Baby, I need you to take some deep breaths ok? You can do that for me right? Just breathe with me.” Shuri shook her head and held you even closer.

“I know you can do it, love. I know you can. Just try to match my breathing.” You took a slow deep breath and she followed with a shaky inhale and a smoother exhale.

“Good, my love. Again.” You two did this 5 times before her breathing was steady. You wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead as you held her.

“What happened?” “Nightmare.” She mumbled into your skin, so light you almost didn’t catch it. You sighed, having a strong idea of what exactly the nightmare had been.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She slowly started to panic again. “No no no. Shh. Listen, if you’re having nightmares I want you to wake me. I want to be there for you.”

You held her face in your hands, forcing her to look you in the eye; to see all the love and adoration you had for her and how deeply you meant what you were saying. But she was still hesitant.

“But-“ “No. Shuri you don’t have to face the pain alone. I’m right here, let me carry the weight with you.” She took another deep breath and nodded. You pulled her body into yours and laid back down.

You two sat there in each other’s arms. Talking about anything and everything. You watched the sunrise from your window together. Shuri let the warmth of the rays and your love wash over her completely.

She always knew she was safe with you; that you were there for her. But sometimes she got in her own head. Thankfully you were always there to bring her back and remind her.

#shuri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri black panther #bp2 #bp2 spoilers #queen shuri #shuri x you #shuri fluff #shuri x y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #wlw #wlw post #marvel fluff #marvel fandom #marvel angst #fanfic #fanfiction

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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You get so many specific prompts, so I thought maybe it might be fun to send you a prompt with just a few words so you can write ANYTHING you want for them, in any au or in canon! (And obviously if muse doesn’t strike feel free to skip lol but if you like this i’ll keep sending them!) words for this one: sunshine, gratitude, eyes

"Hey."

Gil smiles as she finds her place next to him. They're not on watch, he just would rather be out here than on Ajak's mission to socialise with the humans. "Hey, Sunshine."

She laughs, because she thinks it's funny that he calls her these things. Like it's a sweet joke, just between the two of them. He calls her that because it suits her--describes her. "Admiring the view?"

Honestly, the planet is...dull. Not that Sersi wouldn't have a whole dissertation with which to correct him on that. But he hasn't yet seen enough of it to think it's this truly marvellous place. "I like the water."

"Hm," Thena muses beside him, also taking in the shades of green and blue below them. The scent of the salt travels upward and the breeze of it rustles her hair. "There is something calming about it."

Gil isn't sure if he would describe it as calming. He always looks down at the waves crashing into a cliff as a tumultuous and violent thing. He thinks they should fear and respect the sea, but keep their distance. "You think?"

But Thena nods, soaking in its majesty. "The humans have claimed the earth they need, plots of land and spaces for their settlements. But no one owns the sea."

No, that is true. The waters of this planet are unencumbered, threatening to swallow up the landmasses by domination but always receding as per the moon's orders.

Thena bumps his hip with hers.

He chuckles, "what?"

She tilts her head, and it is unfair for someone so deadly to be so charming. "You're ruminating."

"I am not," he laughs off, but she's caught him fair and square.

"Share your thoughts," she prompts him, pursing her lips as a playfulness comes over her, "oh great tyrant king, Gilgamesh."

He rolls his eyes and huffs at her poking fun. As if her joy is not his joy also. "We shouldn't take the ocean lightly. It's dangerous, no matter how calm the beach waves might look at times."

"I'm not taking it lightly," she replies easily, and he gets the sense that she's heard and understood all the thoughts in his head. "I see it for what it is--the force behind it."

They both look out into the bay, where the gentle lapping of waves against the shore gives way to the rough and choppy texture of endless depth. Those waters will see plenty of Deviant carcasses, too deep for the humans to ever find.

"But I accept that along with this part," she moves her head in the other direction, nodding to where Sersi is showing a human family how to cast a net. The young ones giggle with glee and their joy makes the Elemental Eternal glow from within. "They are both part of the sea. I think that only adds to its beauty."

Beauty, Gilgamesh thinks, is not so simple a thing. He struggles to describe things as beautiful. A sunrise or a sunset merely exists, the sea is the colour it is because of the sediment in the water, the sky changes per the hour sometimes.

But he sees the light shining off Thena's eyes, constricting her pupils and bringing out the green colour of them. The darker rim around the iris, the jade colours swirling more calmly. That, he thinks, is beauty.

"Gil?" Thena asks, pulling him from his silence.

He smiles, because she's good at making him smile. "I guess I see what you mean."

"I for one am thankful for the cooling breeze the water offers," she states more clearly and lightly, moving away from the contemplative. She inhales as another wave crashes below and causes an updraft.

Gil unfolds his arms so he can move some of her hair off her shoulder and away from tickling her face needlessly. She looks at him and he withdraws, exhausted from the affection. "I don't have to be thankful to a body of water."

Thena laughs, and it's a very cute laugh for a Goddess of War. "There must be something for which you're thankful."

Her. It's always her. If she knew the degree to which he focused his thoughts on her surely she would recoil.

"Hm?" she prods, sliding closer until he can feel her much smaller arm against his thicker one. Their shoulder plates clink together and she celebrates getting a laugh out of him. "Anything?"

He looks at her unabashedly now. If he could tell her that she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, he would. Far more than any of their travels to this planet, far more than any natural phenomenon here now, he would. "I guess there is something."

"Something?"

"Someone," he amends quickly, and it seems to make his point. She smiles down at the water below, something like shyness coming over her.

Her hands clasp behind her back, "I'm sure they're thankful for you, too."

He snorts, "I don't know about that."

"Well," Thena angles herself towards him before rising onto her toes, "I am."

Gilgamesh lets her bend to press her lips to his cheek. He does it passively, letting her delicate hands balance her against his shoulder and his elbow. He leans ever so slightly for her, but that's it. He doesn't want to encourage this. He'll lose all sense, if he does.

"Shall we?" she prompts him, turning in the direction of their own.

"Fine," he grunts, but follows her like she has him on a leash. His steps are heavy and slow behind her light and graceful ones. If something were to approach from behind, let it face him first before so much as getting a glimpse of her.

"You should tell Ajak you are warming to the planet," Thena suggests lightly. "She seems quite bewitched by it. To say nothing of Sersi."

Gilgamesh has to constantly stop himself from telling Ikaris that he will never fully capture Sersi's heart away from this planet and the people residing here.

"We have much of it to see," she looks over her shoulder at him. "Perhaps somewhere you would like more."

He thinks all of this planet will look the same--feel the same. He shrugs.

Thena doesn't take offense to his lack of contribution. She looks forward again, "Ajak says we will abandon the ship entirely the more humans perceive us."

Gil doesn't entirely trust Ajak. He thinks she means well, but he also thinks that there are times when she doesn't tell them all she knows.

"I know you will miss our refuge away from them."

Gil uncrosses his arms, moving more deliberately to walk beside his partner. "So long as they don't ask me to join in any dancing, then fine."

Thena laughs, letting him capture her hand in his. "I'll defend you from such trials."

Then he has no qualms, no matter where they go, or how long they stay on this blue and green marble. If she is with him, then he can face anything.

#Thenamesh Reverse AU #thank you for the ask sweetheart!#I love this idea!!!#and I did love this au so I'm happy to get to explore it more honestly #grumpyxsunshine is a delicate balance #when I tell you I have been obsessed with finding a way to get him to call her Sunshine #this one fits perfectly #Gil thinks he's so tough and unbothered #Thena: *walks into a room*#Gil: hey Sunshine light of my life #but on the outside he's all >: [#everyone knows #they're like someone go tell Gil that it's time for dinner #no one wants to do it #they only ever wait for Thena #eventually this Gil also finds that he likes cooking #but stars above don't wander into his kitchen uninvited #if you're not Thena you're gonna get scary kitchen dad telling you not to touch anything #and if you are Thena #you'll get invited to taste and then sent away with snacks

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finalgirleddiemunson · 2 years

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The Blues and Purple-Pink Skies (Dream x Reader)

summary: your dreams are so beautiful that sometimes it hurts to be torn from them. The Dreaming misses its most prolific dreamer. Morpheus misses you. (2.8k)

warnings: kissing, some suggestive wording, sleeplessness impacting health. let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: based on this request! I hope I did it justice and didn’t change anything too drastically.

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You’re painting the clouds.

Brilliant shades of dusky rose, sherbet orange, royal purple all highlighted against the most beautiful azure sky you’ve ever seen.

You don’t think about how you’re painting them- you just are. You jump, bounding from cloud to cloud, paintbrush in hand. And as you think of the color you want and drag the paintbrush along, the new tint in the cloud forms, diffusing like watercolor across canvas.

The cloud is soft beneath your feet, not totally solid but supportive beneath your soles. You’ve colored the whole of the sky now, and sit back to examine the array of colors.

“Hello, my love,” The deep rumble of Dream’s voice reaches you.

You watch him traverse across the cloud, gliding to you. His dark coat cuts across your collage of color. All around you, the clouds turn a blushing pink.

“My heart,” You greet in return.

He takes your hands when he nears you. He places a light kiss on your knuckles. “I apologize for not coming to you sooner. My duties kept me away.”

“You’re here now.” You smile, slide your palm along his so that you can take his hand fully. You revel in the way your fingers interlock together. Two missing puzzle pieces, finding each other.

You look out at the landscape of your dream, the painted sky of your own invention. You turn back to your lover to find him already staring down at you. There’s a softness in his gaze that he so rarely lets show, and it brings about a response of its own in you. A sensation of melting, that warmth emanating from your chest and spreading throughout your body. It loosens your limbs, turns your smile sappy as you gaze at him.

You begin, “I wanted-”

The shrill and unforgiving cry of your alarm rips you from The Dreaming.

The walls of your bedroom seem gray and cold compared to the vibrancy you just saw. The heat of Dream’s gaze upon you, getting to have him near once again.

There’s a hollowness in your chest. A deep cavern, it echoes and whistles as the wind of your breath races through it. There is no warmth from The Dreaming’s sun to ward away the chill along your skin. You’re alone.

—

The first night without sleep is an accident. Your work keeps you up well past the time you should have tucked yourself beneath the covers. By the time your mind reattunes to your body- your thoughts detaching from the task at hand to feel the full force of your tiredness- the faintest rays of sunrise are already cresting over the horizon. Traitorous rays of sunlight cutting through the navy skyline.

You resign yourself to the fact that you will not sleep tonight. You’ll have to apologize to Morpheus when you see him again the next evening, even though the thought of a night without him sits in the pit of your stomach like a stone.

—

The next evening arrives. You lay in bed with your body warm beneath your covers, the sheets cool against your skin. Those hazy edges of unconsciousness that hug your mind and wrap you up tight in their embrace. You can almost hear Morpheus on the other side, so attuned to him after all this time.

You’re on the cusp of sleep when you’re jolted awake- the sensation of falling, the sickening swoop through your sternum causing a shock to your heart. The gasp you let out is a small, involuntary sound.

You remember the clouds.

Really, you remember all of it, not only the clouds.

Stitching a garland of stars together and hanging them from the velvet night sky with a thread of pure gold; Diving beneath crystal-clear waters, never worrying for air, only devoted to your search for a city long buried beneath the waves. yet still teeming with life; Feeling the burning cold air in your lungs as you stand atop the tallest mountain peak in creation, letting the wind whip through you as you scream in victory; Holding universes in your hands, feeling the gentle swirl of galaxies and the drift of nebulas against your palms.

Dreams. All dreams that you’ve had. No doubt guided by Morpheus’ careful hand.

You always relish the dreams that you have and remember them perfectly when you wake. But, in this moment, staring up at the darkened ceiling of your room, you wish you could forget them. Forget the feeling that they gave you. You have the taste of dreamstuff on your tongue, and it is unbearable. It would be easier to sleep if you didn’t know what waited for you on the other side- if you didn’t know you always had to leave.

Your dreams are beautiful, you would not trade a moment of them or your time with Morpheus for anything in the universe. You just wish they didn’t have to end.

How cruelly you’re torn away from paradise every night. A drop of water in an unending desert. To know that as real as you recognize that The Dreaming is, it will never be real here. Not in your world. You will live half-truths and stolen moments for the rest of your existence.

With the daze of your almost-sleep still muddling your mind, this train of thought that you’re traversing pushes the air from your lungs. Your eyes sting from more than your sleeplessness.

You throw back your covers, letting the chilled night air rouse you even further. You push yourself up, and your legs dangle over the edge of the bed while you rub your eyes. Morpheus has surely been too busy with his own duties to notice two nights of your absence- and, more than that, a few days compared to the eternity he has experienced will surely go unnoticed. What’s another night away?

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The next night, you haven’t even begun to think about crawling into bed when Dream appears in your apartment.

You're lounging on your couch, papers and pens you’re using for work scattered around you haphazardly as you sift through them. A hidden tension holds your muscles taut, sending dull echoes of pain through your body. Your mind feels clouded, even as you force yourself to focus on the words you’re reading. A lack of sleep, substituted by short, dreamless naps over the past few days is finally catching up to you. Despite the pajamas you’re in, you have no plans of resting anytime soon.

You feel his presence before you see him.

“Hello,” You hum, not twisting around to look at him but knowing he’s there all the same.

Your eyes flutter shut for just a moment as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You have not been to The Dreaming properly in a few days,” Morpheus says, never one to waste time with unnecessary pleasantries.

You clear your papers off the couch, stacking them on the side table. “Come sit with me,” you request, turning to look at him. He’s donned a more modern garb for this appearance, still covered in black but without his regal, floor-length coat.

He remains firmly rooted in place. “I came to check on you, beloved.” His fingertips trace a path from the length of your neck to your shoulder. The motion bleeds some of the tension from you.

You pat the couch cushion. “Just for a moment. I don’t get to see you in The Waking often. Let me enjoy it.”

He looks down at you for a moment, calculating, as though trying to dissect something from your countenance. You stay still, let him make his examinations. Whatever he sees must convince him, because he moves to take a seat. His perfect posture against your worn couch, littered with throw pillows and fuzzy blankets, makes for an interesting picture. You have to fight the lovesick smile from your face. You’re well aware that Morpheus sees it anyway.

You fold yourself against his side, throw your legs across his lap so that you can lean against him. Some of the rigidness seeps from him as you make yourself comfortable. He sits back against the cushions, placing an arm across your legs to hold you there. Once you’re settled you let out a hum of contentment, happy to be near him again.

“Come to bed,” You feel the deep hum of Morpheus’ voice against your cheek from where you rest against him. “Return to The Dreaming with me.” The thought of dreams sends a phantom pang to your heart. You tuck your face into his neck and hope he doesn’t notice.

“I still have a lot of work to do before I sleep.” It’s not a lie that you have a lot of work, but everything here could wait until the morning.

Cool fingers tilt your chin up. His thumb sweeps beneath your eyes, no doubt seeing the heaviness in your lids. You know you must make quite the sight right now.

“You are tired,” he observes.

“You’re such a charmer, you know that?” You remark dryly even as you lean into his palm.

He gently cups your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Has something happened?”

“No, no,” You shake your head, brows furrowing. “Nothing’s happened.”

“Then why do you stay away? If I have caused you offense, allow me to remedy it.”

“You haven’t caused me any offense,” You smile, shifting even closer, intertwining yourself with him. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep putting your head into a daze but, from this angle, the line of his jaw is too tempting to not give into your desire. You tilt back, press a kiss to his jaw and let your lips linger. “And I hate to stay away from you.”

Your lips at his jaw brings your attention to the strong line of his neck. The pale, unblemished skin practically calls out for your touch. You let your lips drift, pressing kisses to his throat.

“My love,” He begins. His Adam's apple bobs as his head falls back.

“Hmm, I didn’t quite like that tone. Try for something softer.” You murmur against his skin as you start to worry a mark at the base of his neck.

“My love…” He breathes.

You reward him with a graze of teeth, a miniscule amount of harshness that he craves. “Much better.”

“You are attempting distraction.” You flatter yourself with the slight strain that is present in the Dream King’s voice. It’s so subtle that if you did not know him as well as you do, you would miss it.

“Don’t tell me if it’s not working. It would be a horrible blow to my ego.”

“It is not…ineffective…”

That makes you huff a laugh, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. He trails a hand up your spine, fingers splaying out in the space between your shoulder blades. Just holding you.

“Return home with me,” He whispers into your hair.

Home. The word rattles in your throat. You should never have admitted to him that the Dreaming feels like home- he’s all too happy to use it against you. Villain.

You don’t want to worry him, and you know in a way that the whole situation is silly. That sinking feeling in your gut when you wake up every morning, the yawning cavern in you that wants just a few minutes more in the place that feels more like home than the Waking ever could- it’s foolish. But that bitter, cloying taste of unspoken words is far stronger than your fear of being perceived as childish. You’ll not have unnecessary secrets between you and him.

“Sometimes it just…” You abuse your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you gather yourself. “It hurts too much.”

“Hurts? Has someone been hurting you?” He stiffens beneath you, the arms surrounding you tighten incrementally.

“No!” You’re quick to interject. “No. The dreams…The dreams you make are so beautiful. Sometimes it hurts to wake up.” You hide yourself beneath his chin, not wanting to see his reaction.

He holds himself inhumanely still. Time crawls on. Then, he draws himself back only far enough to kiss your temple. You melt into the touch.

There’s a long moment of silence- not oppressive or intimidating, but the silence between two people who are willing to wait so that they might actually listen to the other.

When he does finally decide to speak, his voice is soft and measured. “You are the creator of your dreams. I facilitate them, I build them, I care for them, yes. But I have always ensured that your dreams come from you. Every idea, every nuance, they are of your making. Since our first meeting, I have aligned my work with the dreams of your heart.”

This is news to you. You had always assumed that you were dropped into these breathtaking scenarios of Morpheus’ choosing. You blink up at him. “You did all that for me?”

“On the contrary, it is you who has done much for me. I am sometimes…lack in my understanding of human desires. Your ideas help inspire me and inspire new dreams. You have…” He pauses for a moment. “...made me better.”

Of all the predictions you could have made about the way this conversation would go, this would not have been one of them. There’s a wetness at your lashes that you try desperately to will away.

“I have upset you,” Morpheus observes, head tilting slightly to look down at you.

“No, you didn’t upset me. They’re nice tears.”

“Nice tears,” He echoes, as though the concept is foreign to him. He caresses your face, thumb swiping away an escaped tear.

“Yeah. Because I’m happy.” You use your sleeves to wipe away the remaining evidence, then bury your face in your hands with a short laugh. “And I think I’m a little delirious from not sleeping.”

Morpheus is moving and standing before you can even process it, all lithe limbs and graceful movements as he untangles himself from you. He offers his hands down to you, “Let me help you find rest. The Dreaming misses its most prolific dreamer.”

You take his offered hands, letting him bear your weight as he helps you up. “The Dreaming misses me, huh?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

Dream doesn’t take the bait, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you out of the living room and down the hall.

“Despite popular belief, I do still know where my bedroom is at,” You sigh, but it’s all for show. You sway into his side and let yourself be led. And, when he pulls back your covers for you, you let him place you in the bed with only minimal grumbling.

You catch his wrist in your hand as he straightens. “Would you lay with me?” You ask. “Just until I fall asleep. I know I’ll see you in The Dreaming but…”

His fingertips trace a line from your brow to your cheek. “Of course,” he responds.

In between his departure from your grasp and his move to the other side of the bed, his clothing shifts. It becomes something softer, more appropriate for sleepwear. He climbs into your bed and you curl yourself into him, you appreciate the softness of his new clothing against your cheek and under your hands. When you breathe in, the smell of starstuff and petrichor and the first wind of Winter and something distinctively Dream invades your senses.

“I feel your suffering as my own. The next time something causes you pain, I would ask that you tell me,” He murmurs. You can feel his breath against your skin.

“I will.”

“Sleep now. I will be waiting in The Dreaming for you when you do…” A kiss to the sensitive skin behind your ear punctuates his sentence. The hollow of your throat is his next target, the sinful warmth of his lips branding the skin. The next is to your cheekbone, then to the bridge of your nose. It sends a shiver through you.

“Bargaining,” You chide, even as you tilt your head back to give him more access.

He finally kisses you properly, brushing his lips over yours. It’s languid and familiar in a way that makes your chest warm.

“Put me to sleep, Dream Lord,” You sigh when you finally pull away, fitting yourself comfortably against him.

He gives you no verbal response, but against your closed eyelids you feel his fingertips trace your lashes and the powdery kiss of soft sand.

And then you sleep.

In The Dreaming he waits for you. When you arrive, he offers you his hand.

You take it.

#dream x reader #morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #the final girl writes #not st babes #morpheus imagine

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iwritetopassthetime · 1 year

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home to you (3/9)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWO: Second sunrise // Previous chapter // Masterlist // Next chapter

Wordcount: 5K

Summary: When two people are meant to be together, fate will always find a way to bring them to each other. It's just that sometimes it's not under the normal-est of circumstances. But a flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all, and Bradley will be ready to go through anything for the love of his Blossom.

Warnings: themes of abuse/domestic violence, Bradley having a lot of feelings but still being hella oblivious, mentions of violence, Bradley is ready to throw some punches

Bradley did his best not to stare.

His mum had taught him how improper it was; even if he really wanted to train his eyes on someone and watch them like a hawk — because of a missing tooth or a large mole on their nose, for example — it could make them uncomfortable. If you can see those little inconsistencies, be sure that they can see them, too. And they don’t need to be reminded of it by you gawking, Bradley. And as always, she was right.

After he’d heard you patter down the stairs and through the back door, he practically jumped from the couch to check up on you. He glanced out of the kitchen window to see you sitting down at the top of the porch stairs, staring calmly at the view. The corners of his mouth twitched; so he wasn’t the only one who found some comfort in it.

He prepared you both some coffee and made his way out the back door to you, but stopped before stepping out completely. He put the cups down on the nearest counter and gently rapped his knuckles against the doorframe.

Your head whipped around and Bradley found it almost impossible not to stare.

Your face — partially illuminated by the dim morning light and seemingly soaking up the blues and pinks in the sky — was one of the most beautiful faces he’d ever seen. There was certain softness about it. He’d traveled plenty during his thirty-six years on this earth, he’d seen many beautiful people, but you were just… wow.

Bradley thought to himself that no matter how much he loved the view from Penny’s back porch, with the sandy dunes and gentle sway of the waves towards the shore, nothing in that whole landscape could compare to you.

He then noticed the cut on your lip and the oddly shaped bruise beside your mouth and it made his blood boil. How could anyone want to harm someone so beautiful?

When you allowed him to sit with you, Bradley was glad. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to scurry back inside and sit still, knowing that the most beautiful girl was sitting by herself bathed in the peach morning light.

Bradley did his best not to stare.

So he watched the ocean, he watched the seagulls flying over. He wanted to kick himself for stupidly fawning over you when it was obvious that you’d just managed to escape from a horrible situation, if the damage to your plush lips was any indication. He felt like a massive dick for it. But his own jumbled thoughts gave him no peace.

When he met your eye again to ask if you couldn’t sleep, he noticed how the light didn’t just hit your eyes right, it seemed to melt in your irises and illuminate your gaze. He had never noticed another person’s eyes the way he seemed to notice yours.

You were looking away shyly, holding your coffee cup close to your chest. Bradley felt his heart do a joyful little leap when he saw you were wearing his old UVA sweatshirt, the one he’d left in the spare room if he ever needed a change of shirt while staying over at Penny’s. Something very deep in his gut was telling him to pat himself on the shoulder because this very beautiful woman was wearing his sweatshirt. Now he was being ridiculous!

The next morning Bradley woke up to the sound of the coffee machine working. He checked the time and rubbed his hands over his face to get his eyes to wake up fully as well. He rolled off of the couch and slowly made his way to the kitchen only to find you dressed in some pink pyjama pants and his university sweatshirt again.

And there his heart go again…

‘Oh, hello!’ You greeted him sweetly, holding up two cups. ‘I thought I might return the favour after you made me coffee yesterday morning.’

‘Yeah? Thanks, Blossom.’

You dipped your head down a little at the nickname, seemingly trying to hide another bashful smile. Bradley wanted desperately to just look at your smile a while longer, every and any iteration of it.

‘Um… I noticed you drank it without milk so I haven’t put any, but if that’s incorrect I can remake it or—’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ Bradley slowly walked around the island, standing next to you and gently reaching for the cup you offered to him. ‘I usually add sugar.’

Your eyes widened a smidge and you seemed on apologising, but he gingerly put his hand over yours, halting you from anxiously twirling your own cup between your fingers.

‘Like I said, don’t worry about it.’

He smiled down at you, letting his hand drop away from yours. The skin on his palm tingled at the loss of contact.

‘I don’t really mind if there’s sugar or not, it’s just… an occasional preference.’

‘An occasional preference?’ That seemed to lighten your mood and a tiny, bemused grin replaced the anxious look on your face.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘Well, I was just about to go sit out on the porch… Would you and your occasional preference flavoured coffee like to tag along, maybe?’

Bradley didn’t know why you looked so unsure in your question. As if he’d ever refuse an offer to sit in your company. Fuck, he was becoming a sap!

‘My coffee and I would be honoured,’ Bradley replied and you made your way outside.

Before taking a seat and without really thinking about it, Bradley offered his arm to you to help you sit down. He only realised it when he felt gooseflesh form where your small hand had wrapped itself around his biceps before you let go and clutched your coffee cup to your chest.

‘It’s uh— It’s really beautiful here,’ you observed timidly.

‘It is,’ he agreed. ‘Sunsets are even better. This whole area—’ he gestured with his hand, drawing a wide arch across the landscape, ‘—is painted in red, and pink, and yellow. The garden’s alright, I guess. But the view is what ties it all together, if you ask me.’

‘Oh, yeah… the garden does need some major TLC,’ you said and Bradley’s face broke into a massive grin.

‘My thoughts exactly.’

The two of you drank some more, sitting comfortably in the silence that was occasionally interrupted by a seagull flying over or a car driving past on the other side of the house.

‘Yeah, um… I work in— well, I used to work in landscaping,’ you mumbled mostly to yourself, but Bradley turned his body half way to show you that you had his undivided attention. It seemed to work because you angled your body to his by just a smidge and began to explain.

‘The team I worked in used to handle mostly the initial designing of a garden space,’ you shared, fingers fiddling with the handle of your cup. ‘But I loved creating plant arrangements best. Getting someone’s garden to look truly unique.’

Bradley smiled at your last statement, casting his eyes around the backyard and imagining all the possible ways it could be made spectacular.

He wanted to ask more about your work, learn more about why you liked plants and what your favourite was. He would've been sure to make a mental note of that for future reference, but then you briskly changed the subject, ‘So you and Pete are Navy pilots?’

‘Yes,’ he nodded. ‘Mav served with my dad. They were in Top Gun together.’

'They must be proud of you for following in their footsteps.'

Bradley scrunched his face; no matter how long he had had to get used to having to tell people that his dad died in a plane accident in the Navy, it always came with a sour taste in his mouth and a heaviness in his throat.

‘Mav seems to be. My dad, he uh— died during training in '88.’

‘Oh, I didn’t mean to— I’m so sorry for bringing it up.’ One of your hands shot out to touch his shoulder.

‘No, it’s okay,’ he tried to gently quiet your worried apologies. ‘It was a long time ago, I was about three or four when it happened. I don’t mind talking about him, it’s just…’

‘I understand,’ you finished for him and he was glad that he didn’t need to go into detail. Right at that moment, with you sitting next to him, he wasn’t sure that he possessed the vocabulary to explain himself fully.

‘I lost my dad when I was ten. Car crash.’

For a while neither of you said a thing and the silence seemed deeper, heavier. Instead you continued drinking your respective coffees, staring ahead. Bradley sneaked a glance your way, only to notice you doing the same which seemed to fluster both of you and you returned your eyes to the ocean.

This became something of an occurrence for the two of you; Bradley would wake up around the same time you did — for him it was semi-natural, for you it was always because of the pain in your back which you would always downplay, but it caused Bradley to do a quick run to the pharmacy one day to make sure that Penny’s medicine cabinet had a good enough stock of Tylenol — and you two would sit down and have your coffee.

Mostly you would just sit quietly, watching the waves lap at the sandy beaches ahead and the sky change from navy to orange within minutes. Bradley wanted to let you get used to his presence, wanted you to know that he was not a danger to you. Penny had worried if you would feel comfortable having men around the house and even though you’d told her that it wouldn’t be an issue, Bradley still wanted to do his part in making you feel at home.

At the end of the first week you started to talk to him much more openly, comfortably. You’d sip the coffee he made you and ask him about everything and nothing. You showed genuine interest in him, in his career and his life. You were quite impressed with his piloting stories, casually mentioning that your mother’s father had been in the Navy with Penny’s own dad.

Bradley always tried to aim questions at you in moments like this out of (maybe-not-simply) amicable interest, but you seemed to evade talking about yourself much.

You shied away from revealing things about yourself, if your reluctance to speak about the pain in your back was any proof of that. One morning, you appeared almost astonished that Bradley still asked if you needed to see a doctor about it.

Never had he wanted to punch another human being more than when he thought about the fucker who caused all this anxiousness within you.

Of course, you never brought him up and even if you did at some point, Bradley wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. He’d spied the bruising on your neck that you vehemently attempted to hide with your hair or with the neckline of the UVA sweatshirt, and it made him physically and emotionally sick.

‘You never asked me what happened,’ you stated simply, silently on Sunday morning, a little over a week since you were brought to Penny’s house.

You looked up at him, arms wrapped around your knees while your half-empty cup of coffee sat on the step bellow your socketed feet. Bradley felt his chest constrict at the look in your eyes, you looked lost and confused. As if you didn’t know what to expect after making that statement.

‘It wasn’t my place to ask,’ he replied swiftly. ‘The reason I talk to you is because I like to, not because I’m looking for… morbid tidbits or something.’

He practically spat those words out.

‘Most people would be mostly interested in the morbidity.’

‘Well, I am more interested in you, that’s why I didn’t ask.’

You stared at him for a moment, visibly taking in his words and processing them. Your eyes a little wide, not afraid but stunned into speechlessness. Bradley was worried that he’d managed to put the proverbial foot in his mouth again. He could just about hear Hangman all the way in Texas, cackling maniacally at this really stupid (or as Phoenix would call it “simp-y”) phrasing.

‘I genuinely enjoy your company and our morning talks,’ Bradley added. ‘I want you to feel okay. Everybody in this house does. So, no… I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to bring up something that could ruin that. However, if you need to talk about it, get it off your chest—’ he gently rested his palm on your arm, closely following your reactions to his movement, ‘—then I would listen to you, Blossom. You can trust me.’

You blinked furiously, your eyes glistening so you turned your head away to stare at the horizon. Bradley worried that he made you cry and was ready to punch himself for managing to fuck up a delicate situation. Suddenly, but sluggishly you reached for the neckline of the sweatshirt and pulled it down bit by bit to reveal much more of the bruising than what Bradley had noticed.

Dark marks littered the entire base of your neck. They had slowly started to fade, each varying in colour and intensity, but were still pretty much there. Bruises in the shape of long, large fingers.

Bradley’s left hand, the hand that was away from you, formed a fist as he tried to keep the anger and turmoil that simmered beneath his skin as far away from you as possible.

‘Someone I trusted did this,’ you whispered. ‘I don’t— I can’t understand how I let this happen. Were there signs I should’ve seen at the beginning?’

‘No one can ever know stuff like that,’ he offered tensely.

You let the sweatshirt fall back into place as you shrunk on yourself, hugging your knees closer to your chest.

‘I thought I knew everything. I mean, we started dating when I was twenty-two, I assumed that I’d learned everything I needed to know about relationships.’

You gulped and Bradley noticed how small pearl-like droplets started gathering at your bottom lashes.

‘About myself. About him.’ You shook your head. ‘I was stupid.’

‘You weren’t stupid.’

‘Naive then.’

Bradley sighed, ‘Who isn’t?’

‘I thought…’ now your lips started to tremble and the tears started to descend down the crest of your cheeks to your chin. ‘I thought that a person who loves me would never hurt me. And every time he did, I was willing to look past it, because— because he said he l-loved me.’

Bradley felt something inside him break to a thousand pieces when you started quietly sobbing. He wanted to offer some advice, but then he knew that he could never anything of substance.

‘I am going to put my arm around you,’ he said carefully. ‘Is that alright?’

You did not reply, but your head shook violently in a nod of agreement. Bradley moved the cups away and scooted over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

As if the moment he pulled you in you felt safe, you buried your face in his chest, your body folding into his embrace. Bradley’s other arm came on your other side — slow and gentle — and brought you in as close as he possibly could. He rested his cheek on top of your head and let you find solace in his embrace for as long as you needed.

‘I can’t speak from experience,’ he said through the heavy lump that was blocking his throat, ‘but I know that you are neither stupid, nor in the wrong here. You loved someone and he…’

The lump in his throat started to burn as if it had turned to a ball of fire. Bradley shut his mouth, keeping that fire at bay. He had no right to be angry so why was he getting so upset. You were neither his family, nor his partner. Yet he felt things for you that he couldn’t explain and seeing you hurt and broken, hurt him as well.

‘A person who… harms someone they say they love… that’s not love,’ Bradley added.

‘I don’t think he ever loved me as much as I did him,’ you sniffled. ‘I wasted a-all my love.’

Bradley looked down at you, seeing and feeling your right hand fisting his sleep shirt. Just above where his thumping heart was currently threatening to jump out of his chest.

‘You have so much more love to give, Blossom.’

‘Do I?’

Bradley smoothed a hand down your back, moving it up and down until your breathing started to ease and tears subside.

‘I think… I think you have plenty more to give. And I also think that whoever is lucky enough to have someone like you, to have your love… and your occasional preference flavoured coffee—’

You heartily laughed at that, lifting your head from his chest and looking at him. Meeting his eye unwaveringly. Bradley felt his heart cease its wild beating only to thump peacefully as he held your gaze.

‘—that will be love.’

You smiled up at him and wiped your cheeks with the edge of your sleeve. Bradley was glad that he’d learned restraint early on, otherwise it would’ve been more difficult than it currently was not to lean and kiss you. You weren’t in a position to be accepting advances like that and it would be like he was taking advantage. Bradley despised himself for even considering it.

You glanced down at the damp sleeve, sighing. ‘That was a really nice sweatshirt until I ruined it.’

‘You didn’t ruin it.’

‘It will need to go through the laundry a couple times, I’ve barely taken it off. And it smelled so nice at the beginning.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Bradley said suavely even though his cheeks heated up at your comment.

Your eyes went wide.

‘This is yours?’

‘No one else in this house studied at UVA, but me. I left it in the guest bedroom a while ago just in case I needed something on hand here.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ You looked down at yourself again, most likely taking into account everything that you could see wrong with your temporary possession of the sweatshirt.

‘I will clean it by hand if you want,’ you offered, but Bradley shook his head.

‘Don’t worry, you can just throw it in the laundry with any rags and it'll be fine. It looks better on you anyways. I’m glad you find comfortable.’

‘Very much so,’ you admitted shyly, drawing the long sleeves over your hands and sinking into the solace of its warmth. ‘Thank you, Bradley. I didn’t mean to go crying on you like that.’

‘I really don’t mind, Blossom. Like I told you, I’m here if you need to talk.’

‘It’s just that I didn’t want to dump my shit on you.’

‘Hey, look at those shoulders—’ he gestured to himself, ‘—you can dump whatever you want on them and they wouldn’t buckle for a sec.’

You laughed again. Bradley was starting to grow fonder and fonder of your laugh.

‘Are you guys outside?’

Bradley heard Amelia call from the kitchen before emerging through the door. He dropped his left hand to his side, but his right one stayed securely on your middle back.

Amelia grinned at you both, taking a seat on step next to Bradley, and leaned forward to look at you across him. ‘Mum and I are taking you to the mall.’

‘No, Amelia—’ Penny’s voice interjected from the kitchen. The older woman popped outside, leaning against the frame of the open door. ‘—I said, if she feels like it we can go to the mall to get her some clothes. How does that sound, Blossom?’

‘Oh, um…’

‘I promised Amelia we’ll go this week anyways, but she insisted that she wanted us to get you something other than… what was it, Ames?’

‘Bradley’s disgusting sweatshirt.’

‘Hey! Blossom just complimented it on it’s nice smell,’ he defended and Amelia made a revolted face.

‘Well, they don’t call it a sweatshirt for nothing. I’ve seen you exercise like hell then eat a whole bucket of buffalo wings in that thing, jerk face.’

‘Smartass.’

‘You’re lucky we’re not looking at it under a UV light. Wouldn't wanna know what other substances we'd find,’ she added with raised eyebrows. Much to her mother’s horror.

‘Amelia Benjamin!’ Penny gasped.

You chuckled at the exchange, a small but genuinely amused smile adorning your face.

‘Anyways,’ Amelia ignored him to instead continue talking to you excitedly. ‘I’d really like you to come.’

‘I don’t know,’ you began, unsure.

‘Please!’ Amelia gave you the look she always gave Bradley — or anyone else for that matter — when she wanted to get her way. ‘I mean you look great like this, but you can’t wear mum’s boring old clothes.’

‘These are my current clothes, Amelia.’

‘Well, Blossom looks nice in them, but she needs clothes that fit her.’

Although Amelia was lacking a filter, she was a more or less right. Penny had lent you some of her clothes to wear, but you were completely different sizes so you opted to alternate between some baggy T-shirts and pyjama pants of hers.

‘I think you might be right,’ you pressed your lips together and glanced at Bradley with a tentative raise of your eyebrows and a sliver of hope in your eyes. ‘You might be getting your sweatshirt sooner than later.’

‘Keep it,’ he smiled widely, gently patting her on the back. ‘I told you you look better in it than I do.’

‘Are those morning talks becoming a thing?’ Mav asked Bradley over his first coffee while his godson was already on his second cup.

Mav raised his eyes from the tablet he was furiously tapping at, playing a game of solitaire. He was wearing his reading glasses which gave him a particularly perceptive look when he lowered them a little down the bridge of his nose.

‘Yeah, I… I, uh…’ Bradley wasn’t exactly sure why he got oh-so flustered when Maverick brought that up. ‘We’ve been getting to know each other. I enjoy her company and she— well, I hope she enjoys mine.’

‘I doubt she’d be doing this at her current state of mind if she wasn’t comfortable,’ Mav commented, eyes back on the tablet but it was quite obvious that he was more interested in what his godson had to say.

There seemed to be something hanging on the tip of his tongue and he was uncertain if he should spit it out or not. Bradley decided to prod a little and get his godfather to spill the beans.

‘I promise I’m not trying to make her uncomfortable if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘No, no, don’t misunderstand.’ Maverick put the tablet down, smiling a little in a way that was less happy and more mournful. The smile he’d get when thinking of people who he wished were there, but only lingered in memory.

‘Your dad,’ he began slowly, not looking Bradley in the eyes, ‘when he met your mum, she was in a similar situation. Not identical, but still… Carole was the girl he always loved, had a crush on her since college. When we were in the Academy, Carole started dating this guy who… well, by all accounts he seemed like a decent guy, came from a good family and all that.’ Maverick’s face turned sour. ‘But he— he didn’t treat Carole right.’

Bradley’s breath caught in his throat as he felt that heated ball lodge itself in his throat like it had just this morning when you had shared bits of your pain with him. To think that his mother had gone through something similar and had never told him. Fuck, he thought he was gonna be sick!

‘Goose was perhaps one of the most coolheaded people I’ve ever known, in the air and everywhere else,’ Maverick continued carefully. ‘But when Carole came to him for help with these…’ his voice caught when he gestured to his face, to his eyes, like he could still remember every spot on Carole’s face that was bruised and battered. ‘I’d never seen your dad lose control like that… literally red with rage. Had to stop him from beating the shit out of that guy when he found him. Would’ve gotten kicked out of the Academy and I couldn’t let that happen.’

Bradley remained silent. His brows furrowed as he slowly tried to take in the information and keep his composure.

‘He would’ve done anything for her,’ Mav murmured, his voice taking on the wistful quality that was reflected in his eyes. Bradley sat back in his chair; he understood his father, understood the reason for his rage. In his mind’s eye, his mother’s face was replaced by yours, her tears were yours, her pain was yours. It’s enough to make any Bradshaw man see red.

‘You like her.’

It wasn’t a question, nor a revelation. It was a simple statement of fact.

‘I’m sorry?’

Maverick smiled at his godson. ‘Please, I remember how much you hate waking up early in the morning. Gee, your uncle Ice and I had to back you up in front of your superiors at the Academy when they were complaining about your lack of form during morning drills.’

Bradley huffed out a short laugh in disbelief. Uncle Ice was always the one sticking his neck out for them all. Made him wonder if he ever thanked the man for all that he did for him before cancer sadly took him.

‘Nobody would blame you,’ Mav continued when Bradley remained silent. ‘She is a very nice girl. From what Penny’s told me she’s a dead ringer for Carole in terms of personality. You Bradshaw men have a type.’

‘Mav… even if I do like her,’ Bradley interjected. ‘I’m obviously not gonna do anything about it now.’

‘Why not?’

‘She’s just gone through something traumatic and needs time to figure herself out. And by the time she’s better, she might not even want me in her life anymore.’

Maverick nodded, ‘That’s true. Still… you never know.’

‘No, you can never know,’ Bradley crossed his arms.

Maverick didn’t voice his thoughts then, but he suppressed a smile and held back a comment of how eerily similar Rooster and Goose’s situations were. Both head over heels for a girl that needed someone to lean on in a troubled time, both unwilling to make her uncomfortable thus keeping their feelings to themselves. And if history wanted to — at the very least — rhyme itself, then he had no doubt that Bradley would see some sense very soon and admit to himself what his godfather already saw in his eyes.

Just then the honk of Penny’s jeep rang through the near empty house, singling the girls’ return. Amelia was first through the door, dashing to the kitchen table with an armful of bags, telling him how she found a shirt that “just screamed Rachel”, and even got an appointment with her hairdresser to cut her hair and style it like her favourite Friends character.

You and Penny soon came into the kitchen, carrying less bags that the teen who was currently pulling the shirt out of one of her own to show Maverick, but Bradley seemed to only have eyes for you.

You were wearing a yellow dress that reached just below your knees and had tiny little daisies printed all over it. On top you had a cream white jumper with a neckline high enough to give you some privacy while your bruising subsided. Everything fit you like a glove, accentuating your curves and brightening up your face.

You fiddled with the handle of the bag you carried as you smiled at him. Bradley found himself smiling back, completely mesmerised as the sun rose for the second time that day.

‘Well, what do you think?’ You asked, somewhat anxiously.

But before Bradley could clear his throat, find the correct words and let them tumble out of his mouth, Amelia announced that you had some news. She stood next to you while Penny went to make herself something to drink. ‘Do you want to say it or can I?’

‘Go ahead,’ you nodded at her, smiling gratefully.

‘Blossom here is gonna revamp our backyard,’ Amelia paused for effect. ‘But because she’s, like, a literal angel and wants to help out before she can get schematics and materials and whatnot—’

‘It’s mostly just drawing up plans of what I can do with the space and making a list of local flora that would thrive without Penny having to put too much effort in it.’

Bradley grinned, nodding a little too eagerly at your explanation. He was genuinely overjoyed at finding you so much more relaxed and talkative after your talk this morning and after obviously having a little confidence boost by your new wardrobe.

‘—she’s gonna start taking a few shifts at the Hard Deck to help mum after Jenny quit.’

‘Wait, Jenny quit?’ Maverick asked his girlfriend.

‘Yeah,’ Penny replied. ‘She’s moving back to New Hampshire. There's still a week until your squadron comes back and all other usual customers flock in. It'll be very easy at the start, Blossom and I agreed that unless the work is too much — both physically and emotionally — then I’d be happy to have her on board.’

‘Is that a Navy pun, Penny?’ You asked softly, but your voice carried a joking lilt that Bradley hadn't heard.

‘It’s a Navy bar, sweetie. You should be prepared for all the guys coming in, trying to slip some Navy-themed pick-up line in between ordering their third bottle of Bud.’

‘Are you gonna be alright?’ Bradley knew that if you felt like you were up for the job you’d probably do it, but it still worried him that you tended to give less importance to your back’s condition or your general level of comfort.

‘Yeah, I worked in an Irish-themed pub in college. I think I’ll manage.’ You silently thanked him with your eyes, your gaze growing lighter and lighter with each passing second that Amelia was going over your shopping trip.

Penny passed you a cup of what smelled like herbal tea as you took a seat next to Bradley. His chest puffed up in pride, because of all possible chairs you chose the one next to him. It was stupid, he knew, but he was happy. And so were you.

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