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bvidzsoo · 2 months

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Love you, forever

❀Boyfriend!Mingi❀

TW: nothing, except angst and then fluff *cries*

Word count: 2,4k

A/N: Am I okay? Not really. Did Mingi's IG post send me into a spiral of depression? Kinda yeah. Did writing this help? Abso-fucking-lutely not, I'm even more in shambles, I don't even know what life is anymore guys, I'm hurting, bye. I'm fine, don't y'all worry, at least I'll be fine tomorrow lol Mingi's IG post really destroyed me, I'm a libra, I'm dramatic okay? Your feedback is appreciated! This little piece is for all of my fellow Mingtis' who are hanging on by a thread, love y'all! And please listen to Tunnel to get the feels even more going, trust me! *cries again*

I couldn’t help but sigh for the nth time as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, chest tightening the longer I stared at my notebooks. It felt like nothing was going my way anymore, like everything was falling apart. I couldn’t define the tipping point of it all, but everything was starting to become too much. The stress, every new day brought more challenges without an obvious solution. The assignments felt like they were only adding up more and more, overtaking every thought of mine and only inducing more stress. Things started to become overbearing, I started feeling like a failure. There was a constant pressure on my chest, threatening, about to burst just at a simple innocent glance thrown my way by a stranger. I ignored it as best as I could, the thoughts and emotions, but it was getting harder day by day. It didn’t help that after a misunderstanding, my boyfriend wasn’t talking to me…everything just felt too much. Like I was overstimulated without a concrete reason, and not even my friends could help anymore. It felt lonely, it felt cold, and it felt downright depressing. It was fine as long as I wasn’t at home, as long as I wasn’t left on my own with my loud thoughts making me feel even more miserable.

It's been three days since we’ve spoken, Mingi and I, and it was maddening. I knew this didn’t mean the end of our relationship, but I never took it well when he was upset because of me. Especially when he was the one to pull away, to give me the cold shoulder. Especially not right now, when all I wished for was to curl up by his side and inhale his familiar cologne, closing my eyes and relaxing into my boyfriend’s arms. I needed him here, and I knew he needed his space when upset, but I felt like being selfish and just texting him. If the tears in my eyes weren’t proof enough that I was seriously on the verge of breaking, then I don’t know what else was. I sniffed loudly and pushed my notebooks aside, blood boiling just at the simple sight of them. It’s those damned notes which were making me feel like this, and the impeding feeling of failure, of failing another important class and never finishing this wrenched course and university altogether. It was frightening, and I didn’t want to be alone anymore. My friends were always a text away, but my body was craving the warmth of my boyfriend, my soul was yearning for his. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and I didn’t want to drown and wallow in this horrible feeling anymore. I needed the love of my life next to me.

Quickly wiping my tears clean from my eyes, I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose and unlocked my phone, noticing that I had gotten a notification from Instagram. At the beginning of our relationship, which was quite a few years ago, Mingi and I had set each other’s accounts to send notifications when one of us posted, being madly in love and eager to see what the other was up to. Despite the passing of time, and of our emotions only deepening, we never turned the setting off, and I was surprised to find a notification from his personal page. With another sniff, I clicked on the app and was presented with ten images of my boyfriend, out and about, enjoying his day. His black hair was fluffy and not necessarily styled, but the messy look always fit him extraordinarily. His bare face looked healthy, and it had a nice shine to it under the lightning of the place he was at, and I couldn’t help but sniff again as I scrolled through the pictures, trying to ignore the fact that the blue and greyish sweater he wore was a gift from me for his birthday two years ago. And perhaps the tears wouldn’t have sprung free from my eyes if it weren’t for that video in which he was dancing to the music softly playing in the background, locking and popping in tiny as he grinned and chuckled. Mingi was a dance major with a minor in music, and he was living his best possible life at the moment. He was happy and content with where he was at, and it always brought so much joy to my soul, but seeing him enjoying himself while I was wallowing in self-pity certainly set off an uncontrollable amount of tears and ugly gasps for air. It made me happy that he was doing okay, but seeing him made me miss him terribly, and I couldn’t help but close my phone and lay down on my bed, curling up into a ball as I cried into my pillow.

This crying session was really due time, the emotions bundled up for way too long now, but it still felt horrible that I had to try and push the feeling of loneliness away and comfort myself, while foolishly trying to smell Mingi’s cologne since I was wearing his oversized blouse. The only problem was that I had stolen it from him a long time ago and it didn’t carry his cologne anymore, it had my scent, and that just made me gasp for air as my heart clenched more, making me miss him even more. And perhaps if it weren’t for the sobs increasing in volume and the self-wallowing I was so focused on, I would’ve noticed or heard the jiggle of keys and the opening of the front door. But I was too busy ripping my glasses off my head and throwing them behind me, rubbing the heels of my palms roughly against my eyes and trying to calm my irregular breathing as my throat finally seemed to ease up, my chest somewhat lighter than before. But I knew the crying session wasn’t over, it was just a matter of time until another strong wave of sadness and yearning would hit me, sending me into another fit of ugly sobs. I just couldn’t help it, it felt like the world around me was falling apart and I couldn’t do anything about it, just let it ruin me in the process.

But as I pushed myself back up into a sitting position and rubbed the snot off my face with the sleeve of my blouse, I heard footsteps outside of my door, startling me. Very few people had keys to my apartment. Like my parents, bestest friend and…well, Mingi. We didn’t live together yet, we were planning on moving in together soon, but both of us had keys to each other’s apartments. And I knew it couldn’t have been my parents as they live five hours away and never visit on weekdays, neither could it be my best friend as she was away on a two-week business trip with her work colleagues. And that could only mean…that it was Mingi. And almost as if sensing my confused state, the door to my room opened and Mingi stood in the doorway, dressed and looking the same as in the pictures.

“Hey, I—baby?” His raspy voice was quiet and his eyebrows furrowed when his eyes fell on me. I sniffed loudly, frozen for a second, until another wave of yearning and loneliness hit hard, making me cry again as I stared at my boyfriend helplessly, “Oh my God, what’s wrong?”

He rushed inside, almost tripping over his feet, but made it to the bed safely and before he could really as much as reach out for me, I sprung forward and jumped on his lap, wrapping my limbs around him like a koala. Mingi grunted in surprise due to the sudden attack, but his arms were instantly wrapped around my middle as I held onto him tightly, hiding my face in his warm neck as I tried to control my breathing and stop the tears. He was here now; I wasn’t alone anymore. I had him and I would always have him, no matter what. His body was warm and soft against mine, so familiar as it engulfed mine into his, Mingi’s nose nuzzling against the top of my head as I slipped my fingers through his soft hair, sighing contently at the feeling of being held. In his arms, it was always as if the world disappeared, like it was just the two of us, like nothing and nobody could hurt us. He’s been the one and only man to ever make me feel like that, and it made me think quite often how lucky I was to have found such person. And Mingi’s sweet, yet musky scent finally made my sobs settle into loud sniffs, arms tightening around his neck involuntarily as if I was afraid he’d leave.

“Baby?” Mingi’s voice was small, almost afraid, as I felt a kiss pressed against the top of my head as he shifted, bringing us higher up on the bed as he held me close against himself.

“I missed you,” I croaked out, lips trembling slightly, “so much, Mingi.”

“I’m sorry.” Mingi whispered, letting out a heavy sigh, “I shouldn’t have ignored you for three days, that was shitty of me. Why are you crying? What happened?”

I sighed and shrugged lightly, “I don’t know, I just—”

I chewed on my bottom lip, letting the silence stretch on as Mingi carefully cupped my cheeks and raised my head up, our faces close to each other as we stared in each other’s eyes. Mingi’s sharp eyes were soft and filled with so much worry, that it made me pout as I tried to put my jumbled thoughts into words, “I don’t know. Things got too much; I suppose. The classes and assignments, the fear that I won’t finish my dissertation in time, and you then getting upset…I’ve been feeling under the weather for quite a while now, actually. I guess I just broke today.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mingi’s expression was sour and it made me feel guilty as I looked away from his eyes, following the sharp bridge of his nose, well defined and tall. I shrugged, getting comfortable in his lap as I laced my fingers together around his neck, Mingi’s warm and big hands settling on my hips.

“You worry a lot about me, Mingi, I didn’t want to burden you again with something so insignificant—”

“Your wellbeing is very significant to me, Y/N, and you know that.” His voice had an edge to it as his grip slightly tightened against me, his own lips forming a pout. I stared at him for a few seconds before sniffing again, eyes taking in his tan face, his dark and warm eyes, the mole under his eye and on his jaw, and his plush lips. I had missed him dearly.

“I know.” I mumbled and looked back into his eyes when Mingi pulled our bodies flushed together, leaning ahead to nudge his nose against mine, his breath tickling my face. I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my lips, and I averted my eyes shyly as Mingi chuckled.

“I’m not upset anymore.” He said, licking his lips before bopping his nose against mine again, “And you’re too stressed to study more today.”

My lips pulled into a tight line as I hummed, shoulders sagging a little, but Mingi suddenly grinned incredibly wide, his uneven and protruding front teeth showing, a little ‘imperfection’ I adored way too much about him. His eyes suddenly held an exited glint in them and I couldn’t help but feel intrigued, raising my eyebrows in question at him.

“I brought you your favorite cake, as an apology.” He bit his lower lip as his cheeks lightly flushed, “But the weather is really nice today and I think some fresh air will do you good.”

“What are you suggesting?” I asked as I leaned forward, resting my chin on his left shoulder as I hugged him tightly.

“We drive out to our favorite spot by the waterfall and have a little picnic, we can pick up some food on the way, and then drive around aimlessly after the sun sets.” There was a short pause and a low hum coming from deep within Mingi’s chest, “How does that sound?”

New tears gathered in my eyes, but not for the previous reasons I was crying about not even twenty minutes ago. My chest was filled to the brim and my heart was beating fast and loudly in my ears, filling me with warmth and so much love that I felt like I would burst. Mingi always knew what I needed, he was always there for me, he always provided whatever he could best. I chuckled quietly and sniffed loudly again, nodding my head wordlessly before I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, a smile stretching onto my lips.

“I love you.”

Mingi’s giggle was deep and low, rolling his eyes playfully as if he tried to brush off those words, but unable to do so, “And I love you.”

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the small gap between our lips as I pressed a soft, but lingering kiss against Mingi’s soft and warm lips. He tasted like the watermelon chapstick I have given him while we were on vacation, his lips chapped from the salty ocean air. And everything suddenly felt in place, I found serenity within myself as Mingi kissed back eagerly but softly, his lips capturing mine between his as his large palm melted into my lower back. Being in his arms and feeling him against myself brought a sense of security and contentment, of acceptance, and want that only Mingi could provide. His teeth lightly grazed against my lower lip as he nipped at it before just slightly pulling back, pressing his forehead against mine as he nuzzled his nose against the skin of my cheek, making me flush at the endearing gesture.

“I assume that’s a yes, then.” I chuckled and pressed a swift kiss against Mingi’s lips again.

“Yes, love of my life, let’s go.” I knew the nickname always flustered Mingi, making him call me cheesy. But this time he said nothing as he giggled quietly, scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut in a cute manner, making my cheeks hurt from how widely I was smiling at him.

God, I have missed him, the love of my life. Song Mingi.

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mindisrotting · 2 months

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 | simon "ghost" riley

tags | wife!reader, parenthood, a little angst, fluff, mentions of murder, not proofread (sorry for any mistakes)

special thanks to @athanasialove for inspiring this little fic <3

Imagine Simon Riley, who sometimes before going to bed thinks about the things he went through. He found friends, and he found love, unconditional love, but he will never forget what Roba put him through, all that torture and grief of having to see his lifeless family on the floor of his home.

He's become a tough guy, a ghost, but he still has feelings and emotions. Sometimes he feels paranoid, the thought that in some corner of this cruel world there's someone who wants to cause him pain by hurting those he loved, his wife and precious kids, won't leave his mind. They're his reason to live, to survive, to give the best of himself. His little family will always be the light at the end of this dark tunnel. So no matter how much he wants to brag about them—to tell his squad about the perfect goal his son scored on his last football match or how his daughter recently learned how to read, and now she will read every word she sees aloud—he's terrified. Until Task Force 141 is coming back from a mission that ended with him getting shot twice. The surgeon had told him that he got lucky, if the second bullet had perforated a few centimeters more up, he would be in a body bag instead of laying on a hospital bed.

When you picked up a phone call from an unknown number, the last thing you expected to hear was your husband shaky’s voice. With tears in your eyes, you listened as he told you everything. Even though that wasn't the first time he's got hurt on the job, it was the first time he did since growing his own family, and it unlocked a new fear he never experienced before. He never wanted to leave you, not like this. When he asked you to do something, he wasn't thinking about the enemies he's made in all his years of service, he wasn't thinking about everyone seeing them in broad daylight.

When the military plane landed, and everyone got out to reunite with whoever was waiting for them to come home, everyone assumed Ghost would just say goodbye to Johnny and be on his way alone. But he went down the aircraft steps rapidly, because in the distance, he saw two little people running towards him with an older person walking behind them. He got down in one knee and opened his arms, waiting to feel the impact. When it did, he cried—the last time he shed any tears was when his daughter was born at only 28 weeks, she was so fragile and small, but she was a survivor—feeling the warm hug of his seven and four-year-old, it was the best feeling in the universe having two tiny humans yell “Daddy!” at the tops of their lungs and saying how much they missed him. Johnny was bewildered, because he never knew those people existed. He looked at Price but he was just as shocked, he looked away knowing it wasn't his business. Then came you, his beautiful wife of nine years, the mother of his children, his bridge, his strength, his everything. You, too, cried as you hugged him, knowing that he’s home safe and well. You stayed like that for longer than normal because Simon refused to let go of you.

When he was laying in the bed of his cold hospital room, he knew he needed to see you as soon as possible. He couldn't wait for the aircraft to land at base and then take another flight and drive an hour to his home in the countryside of England. He begged you to go with the kids to the base, and without hesitation you agreed, knowing this is what he needed.

He unwrapped his arms from you and took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs while his kids stood patiently. Then, your gaze directed from his brown eyes to the man standing looking at the scene, you motioned to Simon to turn around. He told you who the man was and crouched down to meet his kids’ eyes.

“wanna meet uncle Johnny?”

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #ghost cod

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feyhunter78 · 10 months

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Pink Pastels Pt 18

Description: Miguel deals with Todd, and has a late night visitor—you.

Pt 19

The purr of car engines overhead, the slight rattling of the bridge, the coos of pigeons and the soft lapping of the waves fills Miguel's ears as he stares down at the waterlogged corpse at his feet.

“Lyla, how many people know about this?”

“About the mauled body of your new girlfriend's ex-boyfriend?” Lyla smirks, her heart shaped sunglasses low on her nose as she observes the scene.

Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Lyla, please just answer my question.”

“Just a few displaced people along the river, the Swedish shipping vessel that reported the sighting, and the Coast Guard has the call record, but since you got lucky with the currents and since I made a few more urgent calls to the Coast Guard, they haven't set eyes on him yet.” She tells him, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Thank you.” He says as he zips up the body bag and tosses it over his shoulder.

“So, what are you going to do with him?” She asks, flickering in and out of his masked vision.

“Acid.”

“Acid? Lame.” Lyla huffs.

He snorts. “It's quick, efficient, and less likely to leave a trace.”

“Yeah, but wasn't he like a total dick to y/n?”

He grunts in response as he swings through the city until he finds the disposal grounds of Janson Inc, the manufacturing company you mentioned Todd works for.

“I mean, I thought you'd go way more psycho than you did.” She says, laughter on the horizon of her tone.

“Lyla” He warns, as he heaves the body bag containing Todd into the acid, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as the fabric, flesh, and bone dissolve.

“Ok, ok, I'm just saying, I think I know you pretty well and-”

“I want him forgotten, I want y/n to forget about him.”

Lyla says nothing for a moment, then sighs heavily. “Miguel…you know it doesn't work like that. You might have been able to easily replace this universe's version of you, but that doesn't mean you can just as easily replace Todd.”

Miguel turns from the acid, the surrounding area bathed in a sickly green glow. “I know.”

“And you know y/n's different from Ana, Xina, Dana, and even Tempest, she cares about you, about Gabi. She really cares about Gabi. She's not just going to jump you now that her ex-boyfriend is gone. She's going to weigh the consequences.”

A smirk tugs at his lips, and for a moment his mind supplies him with the memory of you begging for him, his name on your lips like a fervent plea as you fall apart on his thigh. Of the way your eyes linger on his lips, how you reached for him in the doorway of your apartment.

He grunts in response. He knows you, better than you know he does, better than Todd did, perhaps better than anyone else in the world. You'll weigh the consequences, but that doesn't mean he can't try to lighten the load.

“Okay, Mr. Stupid and Silent, don't believe me. It's your funeral.” Lyla huffs before her form flickers out, and he's left alone in the dark.

Miguel unlocks the door to his apartment and silently pads through the quiet space.

Gabi's asleep, he knows this. You're asleep, he knows this. He should also be asleep, but he's filled with a nameless emotion--an anxious energy raging against the edges of sleep that are threatening to creep in on him.

He sits at his desk, flipping through security feeds, ensuring there's no record of him. He's clean, there's no trace of him or Todd.

He was smart, made sure no one would see when he broke into Todd's apartment and knocked him out.

No one noticed as he carried Todd's unconscious body to an abandoned warehouse, and no one heard Todd's screams as he tore into him, leaving him a mangled mess that Miguel finally dangled him off the bridge.

He watched unflinching as Todd plummeted. The sound of Todd's body slamming into the water echoed off the banks, and Miguel waited until he sank to return to his apartment.

No one would ever know. He got away clean.

“Hey Boss? Y/N's here.” Lyla says, her words hitting him a millisecond before he hears your soft knocking on his door.

He bolts up, running a hand through his hair and checking his appearance in the hall mirror before he swings open the door to see you. Perfect, perfect you.

Your hair is loose, hanging free, and you're clad in fuzzy socks and an oversized sweatshirt.

Are you wearing pants under that? Shorts? Is this a seduction tactic? Because it's working.

“Hey, I'm sorry, I know it's late, but I just...” You wave your hands helplessly, your nails are pink, a pretty pearlescent pink.

He reaches out to catch one of your hands in one of his, squeezing it slightly. “Don't apologize, I’m more than willing to help, whatever it is.”

You give him an embarrassed smile. “Okay, so, it's a new apartment and I swear I keep hearing all these noises, and I know it’s childish but...would you come and take a look? Make sure there's nothing there?”

He's in love with you, fully, completely, unreservedly.

“Of course, y/n, I felt the same way when I moved in. The building is a bit older, there are lots of creaks and groans.”

He follows you to your apartment as he says this, and you look back at him in surprise. “You were scared?”

He chuckles sheepishly. “Actually, Gabi was, I just wanted to make you feel better.”

You smile and duck your head. “I appreciate the effort."

You hold the door open for him, then stand in your lit kitchen, your arms wrapped around yourself. Your bare thighs are exposed by the rising fabric of your sweatshirt, and he averts his eyes.

He strangles his desire to sink to his knees and grip the soft flesh of your thighs, to wrench them apart and bury his face between them. To watch you come apart on his tongue as the sounds of your pleas and moans fill the air.

“I feel like I heard something near the balcony. You say, tearing him from his thoughts.

“I’ll go check.” He tells you, making his way towards your balcony, his senses on high alert even though he knows there's nothing.

It's an older building, Gabi was scared when they first moved in, that much is true. But there's nothing to be scared of, he's ensured that. In fact, this building, this block might be the safest in all of Nueva York.

Miguel throws open your balcony door and makes a show of checking every inch. He's rewarded by your soft laugh.

“All clear?” You take a half step forward, a smile playing at your lips, the lingering traces of sleep still gracing your expression.

“All clear. Anywhere else you want me to check?”

You nod towards your bedroom. “I swear I heard shuffling in my bathroom.”

He waits at your door, looking back at you. “Through here?”

You breeze past him and sit cross-legged on the edge of your bed. “The door on the left.”

He pushes the door open and flicks on the light. He's seen this room already, through your necklace, but standing there, on your plush, pastel purple bath mat, looking into your mirror, the mirror he's admired your bare body in, sends him into a tailspin.

“You see anything?” You call softly.

He shakes his head. “Nothing, no monsters lurking in between your towels.

“I didn't think there were monsters." You mumble, padding over to him, your scent hitting him like a freight train.

Has it always been this strong, or was it because he's in your home and everything around him screams y/n?

He inhales deeply, his fingers curling around the edge of your sink, his eyes closed as he fights to calm himself.

“Miguel? Are you okay?” You ask, placing a hand on his bicep.

He pulls you forward, pressing your back against the sink, his arms on either side caging you in.

You look up at him with an adorable expression of surprise, as if you hadn't seen his agility when he was disguised as Spiderman. “Miguel?”

He steels himself, even as he feels the plaster of your sink give beneath his fingers. He'll fix that later.

“Pancakes or French Toast?”

“I'm sorry?” You ask stunned.

“For breakfast, cariño, which would you prefer?” He forces the words out, prays they're smooth and unassuming.

You smile up at him, and he feels his stomach flip. It's a childish thing, for a small smile to affect him this way.

“Oh, pancakes please, and I can help you cook if you need.”

You're so sweet.

“No, no, mi vida, I'm cooking. All you need to do is keep me company.”

Your eyes follow the movement of his lips, and his nostrils flare when he smells the arousal wafting off you.

“Are you sure? I really don't mind.” You insist, palms resting against his chest.

He leans down and presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead. “I'm sure, now goodnight y/n.”

Then he leaves you there and heads back to his apartment, his head spinning, your scent still lingering around him.

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your-local-simp-writers · 10 months

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Finding Words

Word Count: 727

Warnings: None

Miles Morales x Fem! Hispanic! Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(Y/N) had been friends with Miles for quite some time now. Their bond was special, a connection built on shared laughter, inside jokes, and countless moments spent together. Despite their close friendship, there was something unspoken lingering between them, a magnetic pull that neither of them could ignore.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/N) found herself in Miles' room, sitting on the edge of his bed. They were engrossed in a conversation, sharing stories and laughter as the hours ticked by. (Y/N) had always admired Miles' passion and dedication, the way he put others before himself without hesitation. It was a quality that drew her closer to him, making her heart flutter in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

As they continued talking, (Y/N) couldn't help but bring up her struggle with Spanish. Being Hispanic herself, it had always bothered her that she couldn't speak her native language fluently. Her parents, for reasons unknown, had never prioritized teaching her Spanish. It left her feeling disconnected from her heritage, longing to bridge the gap.

Miles, ever observant, noticed the longing in (Y/N)'s eyes and the slight frown on her face. He knew that he wanted to help her, to make her feel more connected to her roots. With a determined smile, he offered to teach her Spanish, hoping to bring a touch of her culture back into her life.

They sat cross-legged on the floor, a Spanish textbook and a notepad in front of them. Miles patiently guided (Y/N) through basic phrases, pronunciations, and vocabulary. He was surprisingly adept at explaining the intricacies of the language, despite his normally blunt and stone-faced demeanor.

(Y/N) listened attentively, trying her best to mimic the words and phrases. She stumbled over the pronunciations, causing both of them to burst into fits of laughter. It was a lighthearted moment, a testament to their enduring friendship and shared sense of humor.

After a while, Miles paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He leaned closer to (Y/N), his voice soft and low. In a hushed tone, he whispered, "Me gustas, (Y/N)." The words rolled off his tongue, his Spanish accent giving them a unique charm.

(Y/N) blinked, her heart skipping a beat. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

Miles chuckled, realizing that he had caught her off guard. She repeated the phrase back to him, "Me gustas," and this time, his eyes locked with hers, brimming with unspoken emotions. He had just confessed his feelings for her in Spanish, hoping that she would understand the depth of his affection.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush, a wave of emotions washing over her as it had finally clicked. She took a moment to process what had just transpired. It was a beautiful revelation, one that left her breathless and filled with a mixture of joy and uncertainty. She mustered the courage to speak, her voice soft yet determined.

"I like you too, Miles," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. And with those words, she leaned in and gently pressed a kiss on his cheek, her affection and gratitude mingling in that one tender gesture.

Miles' eyes widened in surprise, a blush spreading across his face. He couldn't contain the joy that swelled within him, knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. He reached up to touch the spot where (Y/N)'s lips had met his skin, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

In that precious moment, they shared a profound connection, transcending language barriers and unlocking a new chapter in their friendship. The room was filled with a sweet, unspoken understanding, as they sat there, basking in the warmth of their feelings for each other.

And as they sat there, side by side, basking in the glow of newfound love, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the twists and turns that had led her to this moment. Sometimes, the sweetest surprises were found in the simplest of encounters, and she knew deep in her heart that her journey with Miles was bound to be extraordinary.

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Random Sole x Hancock Headcanon - Emails.

Sole figures out how to get some sort of online connection up and running again purely so they can send emails to Hancock's terminal from their Pip-Boy whenever they're apart. Love sick idiots.

Cue Hancock blushing and kicking his feet whilst reading the emails. He invents the ;) emote. Sole, in turn, makes the ^-^ and :3 emotes.

They both invent selfies. Hancock's the first to send one when he realises he can send pictures. It's a fucking process but he barters for old parts here and there and gets help from Kent. Eventually he has a working camera for his terminal. The first selfie was him stood on his couch, high af and surrounded by an assortment of baked goods (Edibles) he made. The email said 'Look what I can do ;D'.

He regularly sends pictures of what he's baking or random selfies when he's high.

Sole then made a similar upgrade to their Pip-Boy the minute they could. They send him random pictures of cats and other creatures they see in their travels. Cool views or old, historic buildings and art they think he'd enjoy. A collection of Dogmeat being cute. They sent one of Danse falling over. They send him pictures of books they'll think he like. Usually literature, history, or STEM stuff. Sole also takes pictures with their shared friends and lets them email him too from their arm for a quick update.

They also show off their new builds and inventions. Gun mods, armour, ect.

They also share a 'Spotting Deacon In The Wild' collection. They have a running joke that every new disguise they spot is a 'Deacon Variant' or new Deacon 'Synth'. They add names for each 'character' and the email will say '[Insert Character Name] Deacon Unlocked!' Like, Butcher Deacon, or Diamond City Guard Deacon, etc.

On that note, they invent memes. Usually from pictures of other companions or each other.

Like when Nick was 'sleeping' one time (Wide eyed stare Synth style) and Sole sent a picture of him, captioned 'Me after the horrors'.

Or when Preston was stood looking out at the Sanctuary River after a long night. Coffee in his hand. His hat and one shoe missing. Expressionless as he stared at the sunrise.

Hancock replied 'Me fucking too, brother'.

Sole will update him on their whereabouts regularly so he stays sane.

Hancock will tell them about how Goodneighbour is doing. From Mayoral plans to general gossip. How Daisy is doing, how the local kids are, etc.

Sometimes Hancock sends the most cryptic chain spam looking things when he is stoned.

Sole can email him whenever they're nearby and plan on visiting.

Hancock sometimes requests items if he knows they’re on their way, but only if they happen to come across it or already have whatever it is.

Will email them questions that he doesn't actually mean for them to answer. Just questions to the void, really. He just uses them as an outlet for his thoughts a lot.

Or for help on a crossword puzzle.

Sole will email him when they can't sleep just in case he's also awake. Nights feel really lonely when everyone you knew died 200 years ago.

Sometimes they ask him for knowledge. Like 'Do you know if this plant is poisonous?' or things that most Commonwealthers know for survival, but Sole is still figuring out.

They ask him for leadership advise. Especially during big decisions.

They both tell each other things they've seen/heard through the grapevine that they think the other should know. 'I heard that guy you were looking for was seen in Bunker Hill' 'Some Gens 2s were spotted patrolling Medford Hospital' 'Hi :) Sorry for the late response, I was running for my life :( Tell your traders to stay away from the East Bridge- Gunners'

#Taking advantage of the fact they both canonly have devices on hand #They bring back wifi just to fucking send each other notes what idiots (I love them)#Do you think Sole ever goes to call him and realises phones don't exist anymore.#John Hancock you would've LOVED facetime #Hancock invents facetime in the Fallout Canon just to talk to his husband/wife #If Sole can have a radio tower for the Castle #Who's to decide what they can't do #They're both so smart but so dumb. They share one braincell and Dogmeat has it.#Fallout #Fallout 4 #Hancock #Sole Survivor #John Hancock #SoSu #Hancock x sole #Crack headcanon

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Hi, I know you really like Shouto, but I am wondering if you think his story and him overall is objectively well written, and where would you put him among not just MHA characters but compared it to general fiction, writing wise, and development wise. I personally think there could be things that make his development and personality more prominent and make his character stand out more, nevertheless I still think he is above average when I read the story again and again and see the nuances, tiny but important details. It is sad to see when it's MHA, people assume the character is less valuable in every way no matter what manga/show you are comparing it to.

I think people often confuse things like power, fight feats, art panels, fandom appeal, popularity when they think about "well-written". For example, many people think Mirko is "well-written", when she's more well-designed and has flashy fight moments. Several, more underrated female characters are better written than her.

When I think about "well-written", I think about these things:

What is the overall narrative role of the character in the story?

How well and consistently are the character's themes represented throughout the story and how do they connect to the "main plot"?

Does the character have an arc? How is the arc progressed?

Does the character have well developed relationships and dynamics with others?

Does the character get meaningful conflicts and challenges to his/her worldview and grow from these?

So if you translate this to Shouto:

Shouto is a "bridge" character. Because of his dual design, he connects well the different worlds / ideas in the story. He's got the genetic lottery / strong potential like Bakugou, but he's also an abuse victim like Izuku. His personal history and family drama connects the world of pro heroes to UA Class A. He's foiling with Iida on family legacy. He represents change, healing and 2nd chances. The Todoroki family is a microcosm of what is happening in the wider hero society and Shouto is the protagonist of the story, perfectly placed to be able to understand the pov of the heroes and of the family villain, Toya.

In the overall plot, the Todoroki plot becomes prominent in the SF arc and Shouto's part is "frontloaded". We learn his backstory before we know much about Endeavor or Dabi. However, even if his biggest moments come early, Shouto keeps growing. His quirk growth is tied to his emotional healing. Every time he takes a step towards overcoming trauma, he "unlocks" something new in his quirk. Taking steps towards his different family members, peaks in Phosphor which is narratively a perfect culmination of his quirk and journey. But his other themes - figuring out who he wants to be, claiming a part of All Might's legacy, the importance of being authentic, etc. also get important beats throughout the story.

Shouto's arc is foremost a healing journey. It's about overcoming / letting go of his well-justified negative emotions and pour his energy into building bridges with his family and making friends. The two worlds interplay well. The friends Shouto makes remain relevant in saving his family (Bakugou saving Natsuo, Iida taking him to Gunga, etc.), but the steps he takes towards his family also benefit his friends (most notably with Bakugou and Deku interning with Endeavor and learning things from him). I also like that his arc is not linear. He takes steps back (provisional license, JTA), but he keeps growing from his mistakes / failures. His growth as a hero is interwoven with his growth as a person, a son, a brother, a friend.

Shouto has actually a really wide circle of important and meaningful interactions. He has a distinct dynamic with every member of his family. We know more about the Todorokis than any other character's family and Endeavor and Dabi are also well-developed characters. He's most prominent friends are important Class A members (Deku, Bakugou, Iida), and he has good moments with a number of others, notably, Momo, Sero and Kirishima. He's the bridge character between UA and Shiketsu (Inasa). He's got a couple of good scenes with All Might. So he is well built into the core of the story, with diverse and interesting interactions and dynamics.

Shouto is challenged a lot. He is allowed to be wrong, fail, learn, get up and try again, which is crucial for a well-written character. His view of his own quirk and overall goal is challenged by Izuku. His confrontation with Bakugou brings out his flaw of relative aimlessness compared to his main rival. His repeated confrontations with his father force him to learn to see Endeavor as a complex human being and also to try to sift through the bits of his inheritance he wants to keep. The Stain fight gives him an early reality check on relying too much on his quirk. His confrontation with Inasa is crucial in understanding that to become a hero, he needs to process his trauma. The first family dinner allows him to connect later with Natsuo. Tetsu pushes him into a corner from which he learns flashfire and understands why he wants to be strong (to be reassuring). Failing to win his fight make him go for a 2nd internship with Endeavor and stand up for himself and lay down clear boundaries. His repeated confrontations with Touya give him the perspective of wanting to save his family, which helps him unlock his full power in Phosphor.

Overall, I think Shouto is one of the best and most consistently written characters in the manga. I think he's a bit underrated, because a lot of people think of redemption arcs when they think of a well-written character. But all kinds of arcs can be well-written and I feel like Shouto's is quite unique in this kind of medium with how much attention it's given and how well it ties in with his themes.

I mean people may not connect with his character more because he's relatively quiet, plain in tastes, doesn't get the flashiest fights, etc.

I get that it's not everyone's cup of tea, but his story is objectively a well-rounded part of the manga, and I think Shouto's endgame is one of the best parts of the final arc, where all previous threads came together quite satisfyingly, without it needing a lot of explanations.

There are of course parts where Shouto, because in the end he's not the MC, got shoved off to the side, where I expected more. This came mostly in the post-Dabi reveal era, where I think if Hori wasn't in a hurry to cut the story short, we would have had a proper fall-out for Shouto for the scandal, along the lines of what Bakugou got post-Kamino. A kind of emotional peak / release. But post-war, Hori dropped the ball on everyone, I think including Deku (despite having his solo arc).

Now, I don't read a lot of manga, so I can't really judge that well, but I think Shouto is one of the best-written characters of his own kind. If you think wider literature - I mean Horikoshi's writing is decently entertaining and his art is very pleasing, but it's not high literature. I think he excels in character design and in playing with the tropes of shonen. But when he tries to tackle more complex issues, those tend to fall flat. Actually, I think the Todoroki plot is one of the few places, where he does a fairly good job of showing nuances of abuse, trauma, victim responses, but I think it's better written in Acts 1 and 2 than in Act 3.

#c1a asks #todoroki shouto #bnha meta #todoroki meta

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 20

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

My entire morning was dragging after finding out about the TMZ article and Instagram post. I could feel the staff's eyes on me and hear the whispers. Everyone knew about it. Once I had a minute to myself, I sent Dieter a text about everything. That was two hours ago, and he still hadn’t answered. I had a feeling he was dealing with a shit storm of epic proportions. The longer I went without hearing from him, the more anxious I felt.

As my final meeting was coming to an end, I saw a notification pop up on my phone. Normally I wouldn’t check my phone during a meeting, but I needed to hear from him.

DIETER: Sorry it took me so long to respond. This morning has been crazy. You want to come over to my house when you leave work? I’m meeting with my manager and publicist.

ME: Yeah, I’ll come straight there.

DIETER: Just a head’s up... TMZ is about to post an update. They have info on you. They are refusing to keep it under wraps. We tried everything. I’m sorry.

I sighed heavily and let out a quiet “fuck” under my breath. Everyone sitting near me looked in my direction. Aubrey had heard it too, but she continued speaking as she gave me a concerned look. I opened the browser on my phone and hit refresh on the article. There were multiple updates posted since earlier this morning. Several ‘sources’ had indicated that Dieter was under the influence of some unknown substance during the confrontation, which they said was related to concerns over his current relationship. They had also added a screen shot of this morning's Instagram post. Another ‘source’ raised concerns about his current mental health status due to his unusual behavior the last few months.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose where a deep throb was forming. This was so ridiculous and blown out of proportion. Who were they even talking with to get this information? I hit refresh again. Sure enough, there was a new update. They had my picture from the company website along with all sorts of details about me, including where I worked. I exhaled slowly as I leaned back in my seat. Aubrey was just wrapping up the meeting. While everyone filed out of the conference room, she and Kerrie walked over noticing that I was upset. When they asked what was going on, I didn’t say anything. I unlocked my phone and handed it to Aubrey.

Aubrey’s eyes grew wide as she handed the phone to Kerrie.

“Wow. That didn’t take long, huh?”

“Where are they getting this information? It’s not even accurate.”

“There is no telling,” Kerrie said as she returned my phone.

“I should probably go before the paparazzi show up here.”

I quickly walked back to my office to gather my things, then headed out the back door toward my car. I noticed there were already a couple of people across the street milling around with cameras. I kept my head down, walking in the opposite direction toward where I parked. I managed to make it out of there without being noticed.

I arrived at Dieter’s a short time later, without incident. When I keyed into the front door, I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. I paused to take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

“This is fucking ridiculous. Where are they getting their information? Someone that was there with Anna has to be feeding it to them.”

A woman’s voice spoke up, “D., you were yelling. I’m sure anyone seated around you could have figured out what it was about.”

“Yeah, but what about these sources? It’s all total bullshit. I swear, it sounds like Ann...”

I sat my bags down on the couch before walking into the kitchen as Dieter was speaking. He was leaning against the counter, until he caught sight of me. He stopped mid sentence, walking over to hug me tightly and immediately started apologizing.

“Stop apologizing. It’s fine. I’m ok.”

He pulled away as he moved his hand to cup my face. He gave me a questioning look, trying to decide if I was being honest or not. He seemed satisfied with what he saw before leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. He reached down to grab my hand and led me further into the kitchen to where the man and woman were sitting at the kitchen table. He then introduced me to his publicist, Elaine, and his manager, Ty.

Elaine was probably in her late forties. She had blonde hair swept up into a neat bun. She was dressed business casual, but there was something elegant and genial about her. Ty seemed to be around the same age. He had dark hair with a hipster vibe about him. His face was very smug and judgy. Something about him was already rubbing me the wrong way.

As Dieter introduced us, Elaine gave me a warm smile and shook my hand. Ty on the other hand, looked me up and down before saying, “I would love to say I’ve heard a lot about you, but he has told us absolutely nothing before today.” He followed that statement with a tight smile before turning his gaze to Dieter in an admonishing way.

“That’s not accurate. I told you about her a long time ago. I just didn’t share intimate details because my personal life is my business.”

“Yeah, until it’s not,” Ty shot back at him.

Elaine jumped in, “Ok guys, let’s not argue. Let’s just figure out how we’re going to deal with this, please.”

“D., I’ve got to ask… you swear you're not using again? Be honest. We can’t help if we don’t know.”

Ty glanced over at me as he spoke. Almost like he wanted to see my reaction.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked that in front of your lady,” he added.

My eyes were focused on Ty. I could feel the intense look forming on my face. I knitted my brows together and tilted my head slightly as I tried to read his body language. That was exactly his intention. Was he testing us or just trying to be an ass?

“It’s fine, Ty. She already knows everything,” Dieter said as he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. He could sense that I was on edge with this guy. He gave me a comforting smile before turning back to Ty.

“I can’t believe you’re really asking me that. I’m completely clean. I didn’t even have any alcohol to drink last night. Neither of us did.”

“You’ve been so secretive lately and haven’t really been in touch with us unless you have to be. I’m just making sure. We don’t know what you’ve been up to,” Ty replied.

“I’ve been on a fucking break. Here. Staying out of trouble like you told me to do.”

I was starting to get annoyed with Ty’s line of questioning. He was being very negative. I felt the need to say something.

“For what it’s worth, I can vouch for him. He’s been working really hard at getting his shit together and he’s been doing great. Truly. We’re together the majority of the time, so I would know if he was doing something like that.”

“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Ty asked. I narrowed my eyes at him in response. He waved his hands and shook his head in a way that said ‘never mind’ before continuing, “Look, I don’t know you. No offense, but for all I know you could be feeding him lines of coke off those pert tits of yours all the while telling us everything is hunky-dory.”

I had to bite my tongue. I nodded my head as I gave him a tight smile and exhaled loudly. Dieter braced for my response, but I didn’t give one. I wasn’t really sure how to handle this situation.

Elaine interjected, “Ok, that’s enough Ty. Stop being a dick.” Ty gave her a sarcastic smile before leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms.

“Look D., I can tell by looking at you that you’re clean. Don’t listen to him,” she added.

I turned to go grab my laptop and phone off of the couch, then walked toward the back door. Dieter gave me a questioning look. I couldn’t stay in here with this guy for another minute.

“I’m gonna go sit out here and work until you're done.”

“You don’t have to do that. You’re in my life now. I don’t mind if you're involved in these discussions.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” I raised my brows at him. He knew what I was saying. I was going to lose it on this guy if I stayed. He gave me a tight nod in understanding.

I exited to the back yard and walked over to sit under the canopy of the rounded daybed to avoid the afternoon sun. I propped myself up on several outdoor pillows and stretched my legs out before getting back to work on my laptop. It was hard to focus given the day’s events. My thoughts were wandering as were my eyes. I couldn’t help glancing toward the glass doors. I could make out Dieter’s dark figure pacing around the kitchen, gesturing with his arms as he talked. Based on his mannerisms, he seemed frustrated. I felt that too.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before the back door opened. Dieter came out carrying a takeout container and two bottles of water. He sat everything on a nearby table before crawling up the daybed toward my right side. I slid my laptop off to the left, giving him space to hover above the right side of my body as he leaned in for a lingering kiss. He pulled back slightly as his eyes roamed over my face.

“Lunch is here. Gotta make sure you don’t get hangry.” I chuckled.

“Thank you. How is it going in there?” He sighed as he sank down to lay his head on my chest. His right arm reached around and hugged me tightly.

“It’s going. I think we’ve settled on releasing a statement. Elaine is drafting it now. I’m not cool with people thinking I was under the influence. That’s the part that bothers me the most, aside from them posting all the details about you, obviously.”

“Can I ask you about that Instagram post?” He groaned.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve talked to you before I did that. I was hell-bent on making a point.”

He raised his head to look at me. He had a fierce look in his eyes, “I meant it though. I don’t need anyone but you. You’re kinda it for me and I don’t care who knows. They can all fuck off if they have a problem with it. I hope you’re not mad about it.”

“I’m not mad, but a heads up would’ve been helpful. I had to find all this stuff out from my assistant and boss as soon as I walked into the office this morning. Under normal circumstances, I probably would’ve found it to be a turn on, actually. But, the whole public side of everything just adds a weird layer to it, you know what I mean?”

“Shit, mi vida, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think that through. It was impulsive. I shouldn’t have done it.”

He scooted to sit upright, then pulled me into a hug. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck while he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He began to run his fingers through the back of my hair.

“I’ve never been in an actual relationship, so I’m probably gonna fuck up… a lot. I’m asking for a little grace in advance because I’m not really sure how to navigate all this. But... I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

I pulled away, reaching to cup his cheek as our eyes met.

“We’ll figure it out together. You just need to make sure you’re communicating your thoughts and feelings with me, ok?”

He shook his head in agreement before reaching to grab my hand that was resting on his cheek. He held it as he turned to kiss the palm. Then he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth for a moment. He pulled away, giving me a deep gaze. His eyes were now hooded with desire.

“I better get back in here before Ty comes looking for me.”

“I don’t think Ty is a fan of me.”

“Ty is a dick. He’s also friends with Anna, so there’s no telling what’s going on in his head.”

“Oh, is that gonna be a problem?”

“Possibly. We’ll see.”

I gave him a concerned look. He responded with a tight small and raised eyebrows before moving to get up and walk back toward the house. As I watched him, my eyes were drawn to the two silhouettes in the kitchen window. Elaine and Ty had been watching us.

I suddenly felt like our private moment had been violated. Then again, I should probably get used to that. The quiet world we had been living in was quickly crumbling around us. I had a sinking feeling in my gut that we were about to be tested. My only hope was that we could handle it.

I moved over to the table with my laptop so that I could eat as I continued to work. However, that was soon interrupted by my cell phone ringing. It was Lauren calling. She must have finally gotten wind of what was going on. As soon as I answered, she was in full interrogation mode.

“What the actual fuck is going on? What is all this stuff on TMZ? And that Instagram post? What the hell happened in Sonoma?”

I quickly filled her in on all the details as I nibbled at my lunch. I could feel my chest tightening as I relayed the events from the previous night.

“Well, I’m happy you both finally stood up to Anna. She is such a bitch. I can’t believe she said that shit. It’s so fucked up. It’s almost like she was trying to get that kind of reaction out of him.”

“Oh, I’m fairly certain that was the exact reaction she was shooting for. She knows how to push his buttons, unfortunately.”

“Should we be concerned about his reaction? He’s never been like that before, right?”

“Not that I’ve seen. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t concern me a little. He wasn’t responding to me initially, but I think he was just trying to focus on staying calm.”

“Yeah, hopefully that’s all it was.”

Lauren and I ended our conversation after that with promises for the two of us to get together soon. It felt like we hadn’t spent any quality friend time together in ages, and I hated that. She had seemed less engaged lately, blaming it on being short staffed at the shop. I briefly found myself wondering if she had something going on that she wasn’t sharing. It would be unusual for her to keep something from me though. I wasn’t sure if I had the mental capacity to think about that too much at the moment, so I dismissed the thought.

Soon after hanging up with Lauren, Aubrey called to check in and see how I was doing. She told me to take the following day off to try and relax after the madness of today. She also told me to work from home for the next little bit until things calmed down, noting that guys with cameras were hanging around the building. All I could do was apologize. I felt awful that my place of employment was having to deal with this mess too, but she was having none of it.

“Talia, after what I saw in here with you two yesterday, I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that happy or content. It is what it is. We’ll handle it.”

I could feel myself getting a little emotional. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. She was always more supportive of me than she needed to be. I had to take a moment to steady my voice before responding.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Hopefully it will blow over quickly.”

After hanging up with Aubrey, I sat staring at my laptop, completely disassociating for a time, feeling like my mind needed a break. I was soon brought back to reality by the sound of footsteps. When I glanced up, I was greeted by Elaine’s approaching smile.

“Do you mind if I join you for a few minutes? Dieter and Ty are on a conference call with the studio. I don’t want to be in on that one if I can help it.”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. Have a seat,” I motioned to the seat next to me as I moved the empty food container out of the way.

She sat down beside me, still smiling before she continued, “You work for Aubrey, right?”

My head snapped back toward her, eyes widened in surprise.

“Yeah…how did you…”

“We have friends in common, so we’ve spent a lot of time together. I didn’t realize who you were until I read that article. I’ve heard her say a lot of really good things about you.”

“Oh well, small world.” I gave a timid laugh. I wasn’t sure where this was going.

“You know, I was with Dieter during a few meetings in New York. He seemed different, even then. I’m pretty sure he was enamored with you the moment you met.”

I couldn’t help the look of disbelief that came across my face, “I doubt that.”

“I’m serious. I mean, he’d been trying to straighten his life out for some time, but something changed after that trip. He seemed a lot more focused and determined. I think that had a lot to do with you.”

I couldn’t help the half smile that crept across my face. If I was honest, I think I was probably enamored with him before we even said a word to each other that first night at the bar.

“I’ve been working with Dieter since the beginning, and I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. I can see that he’s in love with you. I think you’re good for him. So, ignore anything Ty says. He’s blind and also a dick. If you need to throw some of that sass at him that I’ve heard so much about, do it. He needs to be put in his place every once in a while.”

I chuckled. Of course, Aubrey had mentioned that. It was the thing she loved most about me. I could always say what she couldn’t. As far as Elaine was concerned, she was definitely earning some points in my book. I felt like she was being sincere and meant what she was saying. I was happy to find that Dieter had at least one decent person on his side.

“Thank you. I probably needed to hear that. I’m happy he has you. Everyone else I’ve met so far, aside from his family… I’ve just not been impressed. I can understand why he feels like he doesn't have enough support.”

“It’s not the easiest industry to work in. Especially when you have things going on like he does. I’m happy he found someone from the outside that he can trust.”

We were interrupted by Dieter sticking his head out the back door to announce they were off the call. I decided to give up on work for the day since I couldn’t concentrate and had made zero progress. I gathered up all of my things and followed Elaine inside. Elaine and Ty didn’t stay much longer after that, thankfully.

Dieter made a point to set his phone to ‘do not disturb’ after they left. He was over it all and looked exhausted. He flopped down on the couch. I followed, squeezing in between him and the back of it, cuddling into his side. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. Both of us sat in silence for some time before he spoke up.

“I’ve been asked to go see my therapist tomorrow. I’m a little pissed that Ty has no confidence in me.”

“How involved is he with that stuff?”

“Not really that involved. He just likes to make sure I’m going regularly. He doesn’t know the details of anything.”

“Well, maybe it's not a bad idea. This week has been a lot for you. It couldn’t hurt. I can take you if you want. Aubrey told me to take tomorrow off. I can pop in to visit Lauren at the shop while you’re there.”

“Yeah, sure. I think I’d like that.”

We spent the rest of the evening on the couch together catching up on some of our shows and enjoying each other’s company. It was a nice end to the day given how it had started. It was exactly what we needed to recover from the drama.

When the alarm went off at 7AM the next morning, Dieter was not there. I sighed when my fingers met with the cold sheets on his side of the bed. As I lay wondering how long he had been awake, he came walking into the room wearing nothing but gym shorts and carrying a cup of coffee. He handed it over to me as I sat up.

“Despierta, bella durmiente.”

I squinted at him in confusion, “What?”

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he repeated in English with a smirk.

“I don’t know about beauty. I’m pretty sure I look like a hot mess.”

I could tell my hair was sticking up in every direction after having Dieter’s hands tangled in it for an extended time the previous night. Even though we were both worn out, we still had the need to partake in some stress relieving activities before sleep took us. It was becoming part of our nightly routine at this point.

He rolled his eyes at me, “Whatever you say, mi amor.”

I smiled at his response. I understood that pet name.

“I happen to like the wild sex hair look, it’s a good reminder of our late night activities,” he added with a playful smile and a wink before walking into his closet.

“I probably need to run to my house to grab some clothes.”

“I should just give you space in my closet so you have some things here for days like this.”

He walked out and threw one of his band t-shirts at me to wear. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is that right? Are we those people now?” I huffed out a laugh.

“Just trying to make your life a little easier babe,” he replied with a flirty grin.

“I guess this means I shouldn’t make you live out of a gym bag at my place anymore then.”

I gave him a teasing look as I took another sip of my coffee.

“I mean, it would save me from all the wrinkles and it’s the polite thing to do.”

He shrugged as he sat down on the bed beside me with a toothy smile on his face. I reached up to slide my hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He briefly paused to take the coffee mug out of my other hand and sat it on the nightstand. Then, he lifted the comforter and crawled underneath it, hovering above my naked body to settle in between my thighs.

As he kissed down the crook of my neck, he reached down to my folds, rubbing gently. He groaned when he felt how wet I already was for him. He inserted two fingers painfully slow as his thumb found the bundle of nerves at my center. His touch caused a sudden jolt of heat to radiate through me. I arched up toward his mouth, which had found its way to my breast. My hands twisted in his curls as he kissed and sucked every inch of me that he had access to, causing me to climax quickly. It was amazing how well he could work my body into a frenzy. I didn’t understand it, but I welcomed it without hesitation every time.

He continued to shower me with soft caresses and kisses until I came down from my high. My immediate response was to reach for his shorts and shove them down his hips far enough to release the hardness I could feel pressing against me. As soon as he was free, I lined him up with my entrance. He responded by slowly sinking into me for the first few thrusts. He abruptly switched to hard thrusts in, all the way to the hilt, but pulled out ever so slowly. With each thrust in, I could feel my muscles quiver slightly. Ready to be taken over the edge again. A small whimper escaped my mouth every time he slammed into me. This pace was maddening, and he knew it.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Stop teasing me. Please,” I managed to cry out between moans.

“What do you need, mi amor. Tell me.”

I could feel his warm breath against my ear as he spoke in a low, sensual tone.

“Faster… please.”

He acquiesced by gradually increasing speed, but still thrusting just as hard. It didn’t take long after that. I quickly came undone around him. He followed soon after, burying his face into my neck. Muffling the low grunts that were escaping his lips.

He hovered above me with his head leaning down toward my chest for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. When he raised it to look at me, I reached for his face and ran my thumb down his plump bottom lip as we looked into each other's eyes. Taking in the shared emotions of the moment. Our time together only seemed to be getting more passionate. It was a miracle to me that we could handle it. I took that as a testament to how much we had both evolved emotionally.

“We really should get in the shower, or else I’m gonna be late.”

I nodded in agreement before giving him one last kiss. He pulled himself out of me with a small grunt, moving to get up. He discarded his shorts on the floor before he walked toward the bathroom. I followed behind to join him. Showering together was becoming pretty routine at this point too. Any chance we got for bonding time, we took full advantage of.

We both had to rush to get ready so that he wasn’t late for his appointment. I didn’t have time to stop and get fresh clothes, so I ended up wearing my skinny jeans from the day before with his t-shirt. Luckily, I had a spare pair of comfy sneakers stowed away in my car.

He was quiet on the way to his appointment, seeming somewhat anxious. He had his right arm propped on the passenger side door with his hand fisted under his chin as he looked out the window. His left hand sat on his thigh while his thumb rubbed back and forth against the other four digits non-stop. I reached over to grab his left hand, entwining our fingers together, hoping it would help calm him. I wasn’t sure that it did.

I pulled up to the front door of his therapist office to drop him off. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before exiting the vehicle. I really hoped his session went ok. I wasn’t sure how much more he could handle this week.

After dropping him off, I made my way over to Lauren’s shop. I needed to pick up some supplies, but also wanted to visit with her if she wasn’t too busy. However, when I got there, I was informed that she was taking the day off because she wasn’t feeling well. I found that to be odd. I tried calling her as I wandered down the painting supply aisles. She didn’t answer. I sent her a quick text.

ME: Hey, stopped by to see you and they said you’re out sick. You ok? Need anything?

I didn’t get an immediate response back. Maybe she was asleep? Weird.

I continued browsing for another twenty minutes or so. Finally, my phone pinged.

LAUREN: No, I’m good. Just sleeping it off.

That’s it. Nothing else. Typically, she tended to overshare the gory details. Something had to be going on with her. I felt like I needed to talk to her about it.

I gathered up the remaining items that I needed, then headed toward the checkout counter. I still had some time to kill before going to pick Dieter up, so I decided to run by his favorite smoothie place to pick something up for us. When I got there, it was fairly empty. However, I could feel eyes on me as I stood in line. I glanced around and noticed a couple of girls sitting in a booth looking my way like they recognized me. Geez. I felt like I needed to resort to wearing a hat and sunglasses like Dieter often did. I made a point to turn away from them so they couldn’t see my face. Luckily, I got our order fairly quickly after that and hightailed it back to my car.

I made my way back toward Dieter’s therapist office. I managed to find a parking spot nearby to wait. He still had about ten minutes left. To kill some time, I pulled out my phone to scroll through social media. As soon as I opened the app, I checked the one message alert that popped up. It was from Kerrie. She shared a picture of me at the smoothie shop that had just been posted by a fan account. There was a second picture of Dieter wearing the same t-shirt at some point in time. So they take inventory of his clothing too? And I had literally just left the place.

“Fucking hell. This is so ridiculous.”

I shook my head, closing the app without reading any of the comments. I didn’t want to know what they had to say. Just as I threw my phone down on the middle console, I saw Dieter walking out of the building, briefly stopping to pull out his phone. I assumed to check in on where I was. I quickly pulled out of the parking spot to meet him.

He had an irritated scowl on his face as he got into the car and shut the door a little harder than necessary. I stuck his smoothie in front of his face, and he softened some as he took it from me. He turned, giving me a small smile before sticking the straw in his mouth. I took a minute to pull out onto the main road before I spoke, “I’m almost afraid to ask, but did everything go ok?”

He was quiet for a time as he continued to work on his smoothie. I could tell he was thinking about how to respond.

“He wants to make some adjustments to my medication. The med provider agreed, so I’ve gotta go pick up some prescriptions.”

“Why does he want to do that?”

“Because I’m still having trouble sleeping and the anxiety is getting worse. They’re trying a different sleeping pill and different dosage amounts on the other stuff. I know it’s just because I’m leaving to film soon. It’s got me a little amped up. I really don’t wanna be dealing with medication changes on top of that. It tends to mess with me until I adjust.”

I didn’t really know what to say. I reached over to grab his hand in comfort. He spoke up again, directing me to one of the local pharmacies so he could pick up his prescriptions. I parked and started to grab my purse, but he told me I could wait in the car. Before he got out, he grabbed his hat, sunglasses, and earbuds. His ultimate “don’t talk to me” look. He reached in for his drink before shutting the door. I watched him walk toward the main entrance with his head down. He looked defeated and I hated it for him. He still had a long road ahead of him.

It took a while before his prescription was ready since they had just called it in. He finally came shuffling out the doors forty-five minutes after he went in. He was immediately approached by someone shoving a camera in his face. I could tell he was annoyed, but still smiled and chatted with the guy as he walked. I assumed it was paparazzi since they were clearly recording the entire interaction. When Dieter got to the car and opened the door, I could hear the guy yelling my name and asking how I was today. I mustered a small smile and wave as Dieter shut the door.

“I guess our quiet little bubble has burst, huh?”

“Yep. Welcome to my world.”

He gave me an annoyed look as he put his seatbelt on. I backed out as the guy continued to film. We were both beyond ready to go home.

During our remaining two weeks together, we spent as much time at home as we could. Dieter enlisted his assistant, Rylee, to pick things up for us as needed. She was a sweet girl and seemed like a genuinely good person, which I was thankful for. She had a lot of spunk and a fun personality, with brightly colored hair to match. He was going to need that while he was away. He was going to need all the help and positivity he could get.

As his departure date neared, he was clearly getting more anxious. He tried to keep himself busy preparing for the role during the hours that I worked. Our free time was spent wrapped up with each other, locking the rest of the world out. It was the only time he seemed to relax in the slightest.

Since his change in medication, there were some days he felt terrible. He started having intense headaches and nausea almost immediately. The doctor insisted that was normal the first few weeks, which was frustrating for him. He was worried it wouldn’t stop before filming began, adding an extra layer to his anxiety. It did seem to be happening less as the days went on, but that did little to ease his fears. It also didn’t seem to be doing much to remedy the issues for which he was taking them, further frustrating him.

In an effort to keep his spirits up, we started planning our trips to see each other. The first trip would be three weeks after filming started. I would be spending a week with him while he worked. He had a scheduled three-day break four weeks after that. Which meant he would fly back home during that time. By then they would be getting into filming out in the middle of nowhere, so we decided to play it by ear at that point because of my work schedule. I had hoped that having those planned visits would give him something to look forward to. A positive distraction to focus on rather than the negative thoughts he said often plagued him.

The morning that he was set to leave, he was a scattered mess. His thoughts were all over the place. He was jumping from one topic to another as he rushed around to make sure he had everything he needed. I felt like he was doing everything he could to not focus on the fact that he was leaving, which was probably a good thing. Both of us seemed to be avoiding that topic directly.

Rylee was traveling with Dieter, so she showed up around an hour before their car arrived to take them to the airport. They went through several checklists to make sure he was all set. I was thankful for that because I had no idea what all he needed. It also helped to keep him distracted.

Before we knew it, their car was out front waiting as they hauled their luggage out. We kept our goodbye brief with a tight embrace and passionate kiss, all while avoiding direct eye contact and not saying a word. We both knew if we lingered too long, one of us would break down. I didn’t want to stress him further, so I knew we needed to avoid that at all costs.

As soon as his car was out of sight, I lost all composure. I couldn’t help it. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it was making me nauseous. I was worried about how he was going to handle this. As I sat on the couch trying to pull myself together, my phone pinged.

DIETER: Love you, mi estrella. I miss you already.

ME: Love you too. I’ll be with you again soon enough. Call me if you need me, please.

DIETER: I promise I will. I’ll text you when we land.

After I calmed down, I turned off everything and locked his house up. I decided to go back to my place for now. I needed to distract myself. When I got home, I went straight to my craft room and started a new project, a painting for Dieter. He had mentioned multiple times that he wanted me to paint one for his house. I felt like this would be the perfect distraction.

I had an image in my mind that I wanted to recreate for him. A reminder of our most intimate experience, but also a reminder of a happier time from his past. I started by covering the canvas with the brilliant colors of the rising sun, before moving on to the more symbolic images that would serve as the focal point of the piece. The images were slowly beginning to take shape as I blended the dark wood colors with gold, green, and white. I got lost in the project, my emotions finally going numb and thoughts going blank as I had intended.

A/N: Hopefully this chapter wasn’t too much of a mess. My concentration has been all over the place this week for whatever reason and it was a struggle.

Anyway, so there we have it. The fallout from the very public argument with Anna. How we feeling about that? Do you think it will create any problems for our lovely couple? Did your feelings change about the Instagram post after their talk? What are your thoughts on the new characters? Do we think something is going on with Lauren, or is Talia overthinking it?

Dieter has officially left to film, which is what everyone has been dreading. How do we think everything that he is currently dealing with is going to affect him? Any predictions on how this is about to go?

What about Talia’s painting? Any predictions on what it might be?

So many things to ponder in this chapter!

I am issuing a warning now. Things are going to start getting a lot rougher going forward. There is going to be some extreme drama and angst building until it finally hits a breaking point due to a major event that’s going to be pretty heart wrenching for everyone. So, be prepared for the crazy journey ahead.

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Humans hate you, prologue

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, nestled among the stars, lies a small blue planet teeming with life. This is Earth, a world of stunning beauty and unparalleled diversity. From the towering peaks of its majestic mountains to the depths of its mysterious oceans, Earth is a tapestry of wonders, a haven for countless species that call it home.

For millennia, life on Earth flourished in harmony with its surroundings, evolving and adapting to the ever-changing landscape. From the mighty elephants roaming the African savannah to the delicate butterflies fluttering through sunlit meadows, each creature played its part in the intricate dance of existence.

But as the eons passed, a new force emerged on Earth – humanity. With their boundless curiosity and insatiable drive, humans began to reshape the world around them. They built towering cities that reached for the sky, harnessed the power of the elements, and unlocked the secrets of the universe.

Yet, for all their achievements, humans were not immune to the struggles that plagued their world. Wars ravaged nations, greed and corruption threatened to undo their progress, and the delicate balance of nature was pushed to the brink of collapse.

But amid the chaos and strife, there were moments of extraordinary beauty and triumph. From the Renaissance artists who captured the essence of human emotion on canvas to the scientists who unlocked the secrets of the atom, humanity's journey was marked by innovation, creativity, and resilience.

As the years turned into centuries, humanity faced countless challenges, yet they always found a way to overcome them. They forged alliances, built bridges, and reached for the stars, driven by an unshakeable belief in the power of unity and progress.

Now, as the dawn of a new era beckons, humanity stands on the brink of a new chapter in its history. The challenges ahead are daunting, but with determination and solidarity, there is hope that they will emerge stronger than ever before. For Earth is not just a planet, but a home – a precious gem in the vast expanse of the cosmos, deserving of their protection and stewardship.

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The Trespasser pt. 26

You were on top of the world with the new title of leader of your family’s clan. You were the strongest clan in all of the orient and you were proud. But your family feels that there are threats still lurking around making you a target. When they introduce you to a potential man for a business and marriage merger will it help your clan or make matters worse?

Wonho x Reader, Shownu x Reader, Jooheon x Reader

The next morning you woke up feeling groggy and tired. The entire night you kept thinking about Hoseok wondering, did he get home okay? He’s not hurt right? Why was he so drunk? Why did he have to come here of all places? Did he really mean what he said last night? And although your mind kept telling you that it was just a drunken mishap, your heart wanted to fully believe that he had come for you. It made your mind wonder if he was doing as horribly as you had been. If he was feeling like an emotional zombie, focusing only on work, and just getting through the next day like you had been doing. But once again your brain had reared its ugly head and told you that he hadn’t, that it was just a mistake and that he only said those things because he was so drunk.

You let out a loud yawn and stretched in bed feeling your sheets glide across your skin before you reached over to find your phone on your nightstand. You clicked the lock button once to see what time it was only to find that you had close to a dozen notifications from your mother alone. You quickly unlocked your phone and rummaged through the messages and missed calls.

4 New Messages, 6 Missed calls…

Mom: You had better give me a damn good explanation as to why I heard that you and Hoseok decided to end things

Mom: Your father is beyond pissed!!!

Mom: If you want to ever come over here again you better pick up the phone!

Mom: Fine!

You let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose. In the mix of everything that had been going on you had tried so hard to maintain appearances so that you could explain to your parents what had happened on your own terms, and not when wounds were still so fresh.

You got up and immediately went to the bathroom to freshen up before you subjected yourself to the emotional warfare that was your mother on the phone. and while you sat on the toilet you stared down at the pad that remained completely clean after your night’s rest. You gently ripped the pad away and wadded it up in toilet tissue before you threw it away.

“it’s finally done” you whispered softly to yourself as you stared at it in the trash can. There was a particularly enslaving feeling that overwhelmed you as you looked down into the bin. Many people may not know that you were once pregnant, but you would always know and every time that you had a period you would feel a small tinge of guilt.

You finished things in the bathroom and then took a seat on the side of your bed and stared at your phone for a moment, before picking it up and calling the last person who you wanted to discuss your marriage with.

“You have some nerve calling me this late in the day missy!” Your mom almost immediately answered.

“Hello to you to mom, oh I’m fine by the way, thanks for asking!” you said back.

“What the hell happened to you? Did someone piss in your cheerios today?” she asked back, “Why the hell am I hearing that you and Hoseok decided to end things?” she paused for half a second before she continued, not allowing you to answer the question. “Get your ass over here! You have some explaining to do!” she barked out before she hung up the phone.

You sat there in complete silence like a statue for a few seconds before you unfroze. You heard the chime of a new text message alert, and you looked down at your phone to see what it was.

Mom: Don’t you dare think about disappearing! If you don’t come today, then there will be some restructuring of this family!

Your eyes widened for a moment as you processed what your mother had sent to. You knew that she was going to be disappointed that you had ended the contract with Hoseok, but you didn’t think that it was going to become so serious! You got up from your bed and quickly put on some clothes before you headed off to your parents’ home.

As you parked your car you looked up to your family home and let out a quick deep breath. Today was going to fucking suck! As you got out of your car and started your walk to the front door you looked up to see your mother standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of disapproval on her face. As soon as she was sure that you had seen her, she walked away from the door into the house leaving you by yourself outside. You completed the few steps with a scoff and a final sigh before you shut and locked the door behind you.

When you entered the house, you followed the smell of cigars and coffee to the living room where your father was smoking and reading the news paper and your mother was sitting, sipping on her coffee like a prima donna. Sensing your presence, your father looked up from his paper and quickly took hold of his cigar.

“There’s my little puppy! What are you doing here darling!” he exclaimed, obviously unaware of what was going on.

You cut your glance over to your mother before you smiled softly at him and took a seat in a chair across from her. If things weren’t already terrible now you would have to cut the news to him too, which you’re assuming that your mother was going to allow you to do as a form of punishment. “Mom called me over!” you finally answered.

“Good! It’s been a while since I’d seen you last kiddo!” he said with a chuckle.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his happy image. You knew that his mood was going to do a whole 180 after he was finally in the loop, and your ass was going to be on the line. You looked down at your feet for a second and took a deep breath before you aired it all out.

“Dad there’s something that i-“…. You started softly but before you had time to say anything else you were interrupted.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were here! Want any coffee?” Hoseok chimed out in a positive tone as he entered the room with a coffee pot to fill your father and mothers’ cups.

You looked up at him in complete confusion and immediately began to feel yourself tighten up and close off. You looked over to your mother who was looking over at him sweetly with her cup stretch outward for a refill, and you immediately were filled with a silent rage. You were already going through enough of a tough time as is and the last person who you expected to exploit your emotions right now was your mother. But if she was going to do this to you and play around with threats then you were going to go straight to the source and make sure that she couldn’t do it again.

“Dad, there’s something that I need to talk to you about and I would prefer it if we could do that in private.” You said to him with a serious tone hoping that he could feel your sense of urgency.

Your father pursed his eyebrows together but then as soon as he had, he released them and gave you a soft smile back in return with a slight nod. As soon as he began folding his paper you stood up from your chair, ready to follow him to his study. But just as quickly as you stood up your mother had already began making her move.

“Darling none of that right now, you just got here!” Your mother trying to complain.

“If she has something that she needs to discuss with me then let her do it. She’s a busy girl!” Your father chimed in, standing from his seat.

The two of you were about to turn to leave the room when you suddenly felt a hand grabbing your wrist, restricting any further movement forward. You looked down at the hand that held onto you and followed it back to Hoseok, who had a particular look of urgency in his eyes.

“Actually, if you don’t mind… can I have a word with you first?” he asked softly.

You gave him a blank stare for a moment before you nodded your head. You looked over to your father who had already sat back down in his chair and waved his hand at you to go on. You looked back at Hoseok and pulled your hand away from his grasp, and he let go reluctantly.

You guided Hoseok to your father’s office where you knew that your conversation would remain private from any lurking eyes and ears. You locked the door behind the two of you as he entered behind you, and you gestured to the chairs that your father had arranged for meetings. You took a seat and the two of you sat in silence for a while and stared at each other’s faces.

Hoseok looked as good as ever and possibly even better, which pissed you off. Some days you could just manage to get out of bed, and yet here he was looking handsome after a night binge drinking while you were sober and feeling like a freight train had hit you.

“Why didn’t you unblock me?” Hoseok asked first thing.

You looked up to him surprised that he had remembered that much of last night. “To be honest I didn’t think that you would even remember showing up last night.”

Hoseok gave you a soft smile, but you could tell that there was nothing but a slight sting of pain behind it. “That’s fair. But if you know me at all you know that I’m a man of my word.” He said with a cheesier grin, “And… I know that you’re a woman of your word, so unblock me” he challenged.

You gave him an emotionless stare for a second before you pulled out your phone and unblocked his contact in your settings. You locked your phone and sat it down in your lap and looked up at him with a look of tiredness. “Are we done now?” you asked.

“Well….” He started to say but before he could get anything else out, he cleared his throat and looked around the room for a moment. You watched him in anticipation, which only seemed to make him more nervous. “I wanted to tell you a few things. And I know that right here, right now, is probably not the place where you want to hear them, but it’s the only way that I could get to you.”

“Well now you’re unblocked, so can we please do this another time?!” you pleaded with him

“No!” he said quickly, causing you to look up at him in shock. “I need to get this off of my chest before you go out there and tell your father that we’re done!” he said without being able to look you in the eyes.

Hoseok stood up from his chair and walked over to your father’s desk, letting his back face you. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t trust you anymore.” He said just louder than a sigh, “and I don’t want you to think that I don’t like you because of the pregnancy.” Hoseok finally turned around to face you from the desk and you could see that there was a single tear ready to spill out of his eye. “And I understand why…” he said with a broken voice.

You clenched your teeth and your fist into a tight ball as you worried about spilling tears of your own. You could see how this had affected Hoseok and it hurt to know that what you had done had caused him pain, but there was also a sense of relief that he had felt that pain. That you weren’t alone in your own thoughts and feelings. You closed your eyes and a shudder racked through your chest as you tried your best to keep yourself together.

Hoseok quickly cleared the office with a few steps and sat down on his feet in front of you holding your fists to his face as he cried. Slowly, you relaxed your hands and held his face, wiping away his stray tears with your thumbs.

“what’s done is done” you said in a soft whisper.

Hoseok gathered his breath, and he looked up at you. “I know, and I’m sorry that I tried to make the decision about my own wants… I only though of my own happiness before I even considered that this was something that could hurt you.”

You ran a hand over his hair and placed it back to his cheek trying your best to comfort him. “I know, and I’m sorry that I hid it from you.” You admitted “I should have been honest with you, but I was scared and nervous.”

Hoseok tilted his head further into your palm and shut his eyes. “Please…. Please don’t let this ruin everything that we had.” He prayed silently in your hand as you looked down on him.

“Hoseok…” you started and let out a small sob of your own. “I don’t know that it can go back to how it was after this.” You admitted “what happened is still so raw for me.”

“I know, I know.” He repeated and nodded his head “I’m sorry!” he sat up on his knees and reached out for your face to place soft kisses on your cheeks, nose, chin, forehead and eventually your lips. “I just want to be there to help pick up the pieces.” He said looking into your eyes.

You considered it… all of it. The happy moments, the moments of concern, the nights spent together and apart. The tears and the anger. And how the two of you had left each other so easily.

“I want that too…” you admitted “but I’m scared that this will always be there to haunt us.”

Hoseok pulled you down from the chair into his lap and he held you close to his chest. “I will never ever use this to harm you, start arguments, or belittle your character.” He said strongly “y/n, what I want the most is to be able to call you a partner again. And I know that right now you just need some time and space to heal, but I want to continue the contract…with you.”

You pulled back from him after your breathing and tears had settled and you looked up at him, holding onto his broad shoulders. “Are you sure?” you asked him.

He scoffed and gently tucked loose strands of your hair away from your face. “I never wanted to end it in the first place.” He said with a sad chuckle, causing you to look at him confused. “You were the one who had said that we should end things.” He smiled.

You looked down at his chest while you recalled what you had said … “Since we have come to such an outstanding disagreement then I think it’s best that we end our contract here. There’s no point of continuing if we can’t agree on such important principles or trust each other from here on out.”

“You had immediately pulled out the contract and signed it as completed, so what could I do?!” he stated. “You had already made up your mind, before I could even try to work things out.”

You nodded your head, taking ownership of how rash you had come to the decision without letting him discuss his own feelings or pain and how the pregnancy would have altered the relationship between the two of you. You had been the sole provider of your pain instead of talking things out.

“I’m sorry.” you said clearing your throat and wiping away any tear stains on your face. “I don’t really want to end things either, and things have been though lately without you there.” You admitted to him. “But I think before we jump headfirst in again, we should maybe take things slow, while we get everything figured out.”

Hoseok smiled at you and pulled you in once again, embracing you in a full body hug. You were shocked for a single moment before you allowed yourself to find comfort in his embrace again. You smiled to yourself and let out a deep breath, letting the dust settle over the animosity between the two of you.

“I’m okay with slow” Hoseok whispered to you, as he held you close.

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chattingwiththelightkeeper · 10 months

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Holding Hands, Not Just For Vanilla Romance

Ah, the world of BDSM with its alluring mix of power play, bondage, and kink, it is easy to overlook the more subtle expressions of romance within this realm. Today, we embark on a delightful exploration of holding hands, an act often associated with innocence and tenderness, and how it weaves its magical spell in the intricate tapestry of BDSM.

The power of touch and connection is stimulated as your fingertips gently interlace with your partner's, an enchanting chemical reaction takes place. Oxytocin, the cuddle hormone,

floods your system, creating a warm, fuzzy sensation. Holding hands is not just for vanilla lovers it is a gateway to a world of intense emotions and heightened intimacy within BDSM relationships.

In the lifestyle, not only is communication discussed often, it is paramount. While verbal exchanges are essential, there is something incredibly powerful about non-verbal communication. Enter hand-holding, the unspoken language of affection and understanding. When words fall short, the grasp of a hand speaks volumes, conveying trust, desire, and a deep connection that transcends spoken language.

The lifestyle thrives on trust, and what better way to solidify that foundation than through the humble act of hand-holding? Whether you're dominant, submissive, or a switch, feeling your partner's hand in yours sends a resounding message: "I trust you completely." In the delicate dance of BDSM, not only is trust essential; it is downright sexy.

While the intensity of BDSM scenes is often captivating, an emotional connection should never be overlooked. Hand-holding acts as a bridge, spanning the gap between the physical and emotional realms. It fosters vulnerability, encourages open hearts, and deepens the romantic bond between partners. Who knew that a simple grasp could unlock such emotional wonders?

The lifestyle is a world where sensory exploration reigns supreme. Hand holding, though seemingly tame in comparison, has its unique brand of sensuality. The interplay of fingers, the warmth of touch, and the delicious shivers that run down your spine, all these elements merge to create a tantalizing experience, elevating the overall romantic journey within lifestyle relationships.

In the community and relationships, consent is a non-negotiable foundation. Hand holding, believe it or not, has its role to play in this domain as well. When partners hold hands, it is an unspoken agreement—a symbol of trust and mutual understanding. It's a way to check in, affirm consent, and ensure both parties are on the same delightful page of their journey.

No adventure is complete without its fair share of challenges. The same applies to the world of hand-holding in BDSM. Each individual has their preferences and comfort levels, making negotiation and communication key. Adapting holding hands to different BDSM practices and dynamics requires open minds and hearts, ensuring that the romance remains harmoniously intertwined with the exploration of kink.

Hand-holding is not confined to the vanilla realm of romance, it flourishes within the intriguing landscape of kinktastic relationships. It holds the power to forge unbreakable trust, ignite fiery emotions, and elevate sensuality to new heights. So embrace the romance in your lifestyle journeys, and remember, sometimes the simplest act of holding hands can be the most profound expression of love and connection.

Do you believe that hand-holding can be can flourish and enhance a lifestyle partnership?

As with all of my thoughts, please see this disclaimer.

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vonblyssen · 10 months

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just got news that the quest where you vacuum pandorian cracks was removed in the past.. i could cry.

that reputation build was so humiliating and character building, no wonder so many newer players complain about stuff all the time

also unlocking the bridge to jarlaheim?? used to take over a week, a couple iirc. i did it on my freja account in less than an hour. words cannot explain my emotions rn

#sso rant?#oldie #why was i so angry when i posted this #i'm not that serious but the cracks WERE

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jormshands · 8 months

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Sanford character analysis no one asked for ❤️

Sanford is an odd one. His voice and tone doesn't really match with the personality he displays at times.

Out of him and Deimos, he seems to be the de facto leader, but only in specific scenarios. He is the one that thinks ahead more, the more observant one, the more quick to fall on a judgment one. Throughout the episodes, he is usually behind Deimos- who rushes past first, and scans for danger Deimos might have missed, however that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy causing pain. It is shown to be Deimos that takes the direct orders from Doc and plans with Sanford's assistance. In contrast to Hank and Dei (at least outwardly with dei) Sanford seems to actually feel pressure of getting the mission done, which is different from Hank's more lackadaisical determination as in wanting to get the job done but not getting worked up over it. In madcom 11, Sanford seems to reach a breaking point, he falls to his knees and screams in pain and frustration, going as far as to try and jump off of a pilar to kill himself. This displays he is the most in time with his emotions, though in fight mode, to grieve over deimos. Out of the bunch he actually feels emotions like an average person would.

However, in game he does show tendencies of optimism, such as, "maybe we'll get lucky," and often is the one to steer Deimos forward when he gets worked up. It could be argued to be more realism when a mag that happens to have an explosive on him appears, and how he informs Deimos "better hope we reach that shut off valve first" referring to the gestalt chasing them. He also uses some aspects of realism with the sheriff, berating him for acting so careless about the safety of the nexus, "If we don't put their soldier cloning and training program to an end, it's only a matter of time until we end up like every other dead citizen in this wretched place. You thinks that don't include you too?" He's not necessarily thinking he's saving the world and trying to get the sheriff to "join the good side" he's informing him that everyone will die including the sheriff and then there will be nothing left. He sees that as common knowledge.

In romp.fla, he was the more judgemental and assertive one in the new situation, the first to shoot, even startling Deimos into firing as well, showing Deimos looks to him for calls to action occasionally in situations of confusion. In shakedown he is absently critical of Hank and even Deimos to a certain degree. Once Hank completely misidentifies San with Dei, Sanford gets more short and clipped with them. Also in his stress he and Deimos have a rather passive aggressive conversation over the radio about the gestalt. Deimos is actively being chased by it and Sanford pressuring him to unlock a bridge for him to pass. He is plenty capable of doing things himself and is a decent thinker. He might not be at Deimos' level of fast thinking but he clearly can come up with unique ideas such as trying to blow the armor off of the riot guard when Hanks "just hit him" and Deimos' "make the robot hurt him" didn't work. He is the demolitionist expert and can work with bombs at a strikingly fast pace. He's even quick and agile enough to plant a c4 on an enemy's back.

He also took charge in the interrogation of the sheriff and his goons, barking out and being commanding and stern, "We're taking down the Nexus with or without your help...and we're happy to do this the hard way. Your choice," and "We have NO IDEA who that is. But you've got one second to get out of our way." Though he is capable of losing his temper towards the end, "What exactly do you think we're here to do, Sher? Shut you down or something? You and your little "operation" out here!?" He yells at the sheriff like the answer is blindingly clear. He also snaps at tricky almost immediately, but that could lead to him just being really fed up, "Make some sense, you mad clown bastard! What are you trying to tell us?!"

Also with his other half, he seems to have a lesser threshold than his partner does. As in what he can tolerate before getting miffed. "That's twice I had to climb over wreckage today. I'm over it." And What happens when we get to the top? I'm kind of done with all the surprises." It seems at first he's willing to dash in with his partner, but, being the most "human like" he eventually gets to a point where he wants to leave. This is pertaining to what's harming him. Not other people.

He also seems to have a bit of an ego on him. Many of his voice lines are him mocking, taunting, insulting other people or gassing himself up. This only happens when fighting which suggests he is quite a fan of maiming and killing. Even if you forgo the voice lines, his attitude and how he carries himself as this big tough guy are still there. In 7.5 he teases and taunts an atp soldat to come closer in a rather cocky manner, then proceeding to beat the soldat to death as well as taking a hostage and just beating them up when they already showed no resistance. People seem to forget he's also a wanted torturer, implying long and drawn out sessions and not quick merciful kills. In 5.5 after being thrown out of the building by tricky, he quickly and more eagerly than usual charges into battle while Deimos stays behind. He also has wiped his hook off to clean it on the bodies of his victims, displaying a complete lack of empathy for those he's killed. He's the one that speaks up most and the one that tries to put pieces together in game and will relay that information back to Deimos, who seemed overwhelmed in a new environment, asking questions and getting startled from time to time while Sanford doesn't seem to.

He seems to be more focused than Dei however in how he carries himself. He's often the one to drag Dei back to earth when he gets worked up, such as with Gil when Deimos was initially going to burst through the door until Sanford talked some sense into him "he's already dead", therefore actually making the headstrong Deimos submit to him and begrudgingly agree. He does seem to add some insight and wisdom to Dei as well, like knowing if deis recklessness and chiming in with "don't want to piss off the locals" and Deimos agrees, talking about his weapons and readiness to fight.

In the harchar streams, Hans cited that Sanford is more laid-back and "just looking out for his little friend" similar to how a "bodyguard" works. He seems to work well with teams as he seems more preoccupied on details than the big picture before him, something Deimos is the opposite of; he sees the big picture and forgoes little details at times. This seems to display a bit of a foil to Deimos, he keeps himself serious on the outside, but has an outgoing side inside while dei is vice versa. Including that, when Hank was fighting for his life with tricky, he and Deimos had decided to goof off in the rift, displaying some of his quirkiness and finding the ability to have fun during a massive mission. He also was a bit laid back with Deimos during the lift to the science tower, the two going back and forth about how old the nasty thing was. This leads me to believe that while he makes himself assertive and strong around others he's not all that close to, around Deimos or people he finds close he allows himself to be a bit more laid back and fun loving, displaying the parts of himself he keeps hidden. He only seems to let this side show when around Deimos and not really anyone else

#madcom #madness combat #madness combat headcanons #sanford madness combat #comissions open #open comissions

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Frozen 3/Series part 2: The Heroes

Ok here we go!! So on the Good Guys side of the plot, Anna and Kristoff are preparing for their wedding. The plot for Anna would focus on her growing into her role as queen, forging new connections with the memory of her parents now that she knows more about them both, with Mattias becoming a new second father figure for her. We'd also leanr more about what it means for her to be part of the Bridge between the world of humans and spirits, even if she doesn't have access to outward powers the way Elsa does. And of course there's the relationship with her and Kristoff, which hits a snag as the wedding approaches as Kristoff begins to worry more and more about his upcoming role as Prince Consort.

Frozen 2 had a cut plot line about Kristoff feeling out of place and stiffled in the court atmosphere of Arendelle, which I think brings some good depth and tension into his role, and would be a big focus of the emotional arc between him and Anna, with them both learning more about eachothers wants and expectations, and learning ways to healthily compromise and grow their relationship together without one having to overshadow the other. We'd also see more of Kristoff's troll family. I know I know, but we'd focusing more on their culture and the mystiscsm they're linked to as being part of the Earth spirits.

Ryder and Honeymaren also get larger roles, and thru them we and Anna and Elsa learn more about their Northuldra heritage and culture. Firstly, we'd learn that Ryder and Honeymaren are actually just Arendellianized versions of their names, with the Northuldra forms being Hunaja Mari and Rydi. Rydi is acting as the new Ambassador of the Northuldra to Arendelle, hanging out with Kristoff and Anna and getting to explore the outside world. While Hunaja Mari is helping show Elsa around the Enchanted Forest and connect to her mother's past and heritage, as they both train under Yelena in the ways of Northuldra shamanism, in order to help Elsa gain more control over her new emerging powers.

And of course there's Elsa, who throughout the series would be gaining deeper connections with each od the Elemental Spirits, unlocking the ability to tap into the different elements as she does so, with both impressive and sometimes humorous results--when she accesses the powers of Earth she begins to be able to understand animals, and we hear for the first time what Sven's voice actually sounds like (I really want it to be someone smooth like Liam Neeson or Idris Elba xD )

But she also of course has to end up facing Voland and his minions, which would end up with a battle royal where she takes her final form as a true Snow Queen, facing off against the demonic powers released when Voland finally manages to gain access to the mirror that is held in Atohallan.

(The series would also have some focus on the previous Fifth Spirit, a character cut from Frozen 2, who in this would have been connected with Earth the way Elsa was with Water, and who had something to do with why Elsa was chosen. )

So yeah thats's the Heroes side! I'd really like to do a proper Story Bible/Episode List for this idea but it'll probably be a bit. But I hope this gives you a good taste of what a Frozen 3/TV series might be!

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rough timeline for akatsuki!rin au

-canon proceeds as normal up to kannabi bridge; the diverging moment is that obito gets captured alongside rin. kakashi dithers for a bit but decides that it’s not realistic to complete the mission 100% on his lonesome so he goes to see if he can rescue at least one of his teammates.

-obito unlocks his sharingan, and gets one of them gouged out before kakashi comes and saves them. the cave caves in and rin gets squished- obito’s eye is in there with her too^_^

-kakashi and obito go finish the mission no problems just like canon

-meanwhile rin, of course, gets found by madara. he’s pretty desperate at this point for SOMEONE to carry out his plan after he’s dead, so he snatches the youngest and most valuable not-quite-dead-yet guy (rin) and the lovely sharingan discarded in the dirt and mashes all that together with some mokuton. bam. plan still on track.

-obito has an existential crisis about rin dying and tries to sort out his life. kakashi is also devastated by it but deals with his emotions by joining anbu! yayyyyyy

-rin is… very enthusiastic about infinite tsukuyomi. she thinks it’s a great idea, very exciting. madara still slaps a seal on her for like. good measure. but it actually has the opposite effect and makes her slightly less gung-ho about it, because the seal amplifies hatred, and rin really wants to see a perfect world because she thinks it would be neat. basically, in the og timeline obito wanted to create a perfect world because he hated the one he was living in, but rin wants to create a perfect world because she loves the one she imagines. so the seal of hatred. it. it doesnt help much

-madara (fueled by hatred) continues to assume that rin is totally mad and angry just like he is and that he can add fuel to this!!! cue sanbi getting stuffed in kakashi. kakashi, like rin, kills himself about it, but unlike rin he doesn’t wait for obito to come help. he just impales himself on his tanto.

-when obito stumbles across that. well.

-rin never even finds out tho lmao girl is PREOCCUPIED. average madara-rin conversation:

madara: soon we will cleanse this world of its imperfections and create a new, better one in its place….

rin: yeaahh :D :D we’re gonna throw everything into the sun

madara: yes. we will repair the injustices of life.

rin: wheeee space time

madara: and everything sucks. and we’ll fix it.

rin: hehehe. do you think we can blow up the moon

-rin takes a subtler approach to collecting the tailed beasts. she takes it slow and doesn’t go for kurama first so kushina and minato live!!

-sidenote about how konoha’s politics develop in this universe because. i’ve thought about it too much. and it’s very important that we’re all on the same page about danzo. ok. so the thing is that danzo is like… not uniquely evil in ninja-land. yes he commits atrocities yes he’s just the worst. he’s not good. i’m just saying. compared to other ninja. he’s like. the same. i think that he’s legitimately not a power-hungry hawk. like any good ninja, his duty is to the village first! the reason he kept trying to take power from hiruzen was because 1- thats how they flirted you fool you know some root/anbu double agents were getting five assassination requests from danzo and hiruzen on danzo and hiruzen a WEEK and they just kind of. halfheartedly went at it. awww how romantic <3 and 2- the village really does need a strong leader to make military decisions and base propaganda around and hiruzen just. wasn’t cutting it.

-so the thing is. with minato as leader? that’s rad dude he’s got a great cult of personality he’s super great at killing people he’s out here checking out all the boxes off!!! danzo has zero problems with this. hiruzen retires to the council and lets be real he and danzo still attempt to poison each other every so often but like its fine. its consensual. its their love language.

-so danzo and minato get buddy-buddy and rin gets sneaky sneaky with her plans to create an illusory world so that she can just blow up the moon sooo many times and obito gets so so so much trauma.

- he ends up retiring from active duty and teaching at the academy!! he’s actually very good at it it suits him well. he lives in ninja land so his mental health isn’t great but all things considered he’s doing pretty good.

-without the yanking back and forth within konoha, the village starts to do pretty good for itself tbh. no kyuubi attack and (!) no uchiha massacre. minato just kind of makes sure a few uchiha “die” every year and slips danzo the eyeballs under the table, who then passes them to orochimaru. none of them see anything wrong with this. fugaku is ALSO aware but that “arrangement” keeps tensions from rising so he’s like. not cool but he sees it as the lesser evil. so.

-gai ends up joining anbu to honor kakashi!! it goes badly and by badly i mean gai manages to become a very good anbu agent <3 whoops

-rin can bloodbend because i think she deserves too.

-rin does eventually start up the akatsuki but they are a sneaky sneaky distraction to take people’s attention away from her real goals. a smoke screen. everyone’s like “aughghh the missing-nin organization who is trying to take over the world” and then she sneaks around in the background capturing tailed beasts. they’re mostly the same except ame didn’t go down the same way at all, so pein and konan aren’t there. and i guess itachi isn’t either. kisame is tho the stuff in kiri went down differently but its still just .the worst.

-also worth noting (mostly because i find it funny): rin doesn’t adopt a persona or wear a mask or anything she just. she goes by rin. but no one connects the dots because most of them never even knew rin existed and also even if they did rin is like. not an uncommon name. and this rin doesn’t have purple cheeks (thats important To Me on account of i think that the purple is paint and is just a family tradition and by forsaking it rin further distances herself from everything she once was)

-actually hold on a second tangent about rin’s brain rn i wanna talk about her motivations and junk. ok so we all know that rin puts on masks and is mad that she doesn’t have a “true self” to know right? so . you’re not gonna believe this.

-after All That rin kind of just decides that like. her true self? that’s gone baby!!!! she’s never gonna get that back, so she should just make a new one! and right now she is lowkey hyperfixating on space and stuff so she just makes a mask out of that and then lives in it forever after

-she’s like “because i have a goal i am going to get a good grade in benign a person (something normal to want and possible to achieve)” and the goal is throwing herself into the sun.

-are we feeling the moth coding

-so anyways obito gets better and better and better at teaching and also just general ninja junk and one day minato stops by and asks him to take the jounin exams that way he can begin being a jounin sensei because lets be real. he’d be very good at it. also naruto just entered the academy he wants obito to be able to teach him come time cuz nepotism but like obito can get a few other teams in in the meantime!!!

-obito does this. he teaches three teams before it’s time for the fabled nepo babies team 7 and he’s soooo good at it only one of his students dies while under him!!!! those are insane stats!!! he is lauded as a genius and everyone hopes that he is the one to teach their children

-team 7 time !!! as you might imagine they’re pretty different in this universe. naruto and sasuke were both very close with obito prior to the team’s formation and they both look up to him a lot. they both have the goal of becoming academy teachers and minato’s like. cool with it. ideally one of them drops the ambition (preferably sasuke- although things are better it would be pretty great for village unity if there was an uchiha as hokage) and the other can stay the personable root to reality. whatever there’s time for things to work out

-sakura and ino are still friends in this universe! sakura really, really wants to be hokage, and so minato put her on the team hoping that either she’d motivate sasuke/naruto to be hokage, and if that fails, then like, they’ve still got the team 7 nepotism going it’s still in the chain of senseis. you know.

-no wave mission! nothing really like that, because obito actually knows how to handle children and how to push them to their limit but not past it. crazy.

-the gang does enter their first chunin exam, but there’s no invasion and things are like. chill.

-also naruto does still befriend gaara. its a surprise tool that’ll help us later

-combat dynamics in this team go like this: naruto is the tank sakura is the glass canon and sasuke is the long range guy

-they make chunin and everyone’s happy!!! very chill universe. suspiciously chill…

-time skip a bit after a bout of chillness. the akatsuki are growing and are sort of mildly concerning? but not too concerning, because most of the major villages have gone without incident for a good decade, and are flourishing

-rin gets to gaara. he dies. naruto is distraught when he gets the news. obito remembers that the mizukage died just last year, too, and wasn’t he a jinchūriki as well? he’s starting to get suspicious…

-obito puts in a whole investigation of the thing and discovers that there are only two jinchūriki left- kushina and killer b. he brings this to minato who is understandably concerned- after so many years, the identities of both of them are a bit of an open secret, so if this is the conspiracy they think it is, it’s only a matter of time until an attack.

-still. things are peaceful, and no one wants to stir trouble up. they decide to keep an eye open and just be careful.

-two months later, killer bee mysteriously disappears, and that’s the push that sends kushina underground. obito takes team 7 (all jounin now) on a mission with kushina to *throws dart at board* ehhhh land of tea where they’ll basically just be walking in circles to buy time.

-rin finds them after like a week of that and just. KILLS. she makes kushina walk over to the statue while she fights off obito + the kids and then finishes summoning the thing.

-there’s no war. there’s no revival of madara or army or anything. most of the akatsuki are unaware of rin’s greater plans. it’s just obito and the rest of team 7 up against rin, and they’re just. so out of their depth.

-for the record. obito doesn’t even recognize rin until she uses kamui, at which point he connects a few dots and then has a crisis. rin berates his for daring to grieve her and then infinite tsukuyomi begins.

-team 7 is immune (thank u sasuke sorry that your dad died i guess. he was a jerk but whatever) and so they keep trying to fight rin up until the point that kaguya shows up.

-rin has a MASSIVE HYPOCRITE MOMENT and despite being so so so mad at obito for loving her not for herself but for what she represented for him she falls in love with kaguya not for herself but for what she represents for her :/

- kaguya begins the life-sucking. team 7 begins plan “run back home and wake up minato and hope he can do smth about this”

-the kagurin is so real. kaguya thinks its great that someone loves her and is also sort of unnerved by rin. rin just likes space1!! and its a space lady!! true love i tell you.

-they get to minato and he ends up sacrificing himself in a huge explosion that kills kaguya and rin. rip the incredibly evil yuri 😔

-infinite tsukuyomi lasted almost a week- about a third of the population of the entire world is dead. the rest is incredibly weakened. everyone stick close in their villages and tries to recuperate.

-obito hokage moment??? everyone clap and cheer. he’s not happy about it but no one cares.

#i'll do the au where rin is the one to chill in konoha next... heh heh heh #that one will be fun cuz i'll really get to hammer in the sasuke/rin parallels.

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jujywrites · 2 years

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Strange Weather, Part 2

oops my brain decided there was more to this. never say never but i feel like I Am Finished w/ this vibey lil idek what if u saw it before i edited it no u didnnttttt

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It’s gray, watery sunlight when she wakes the next morning, alone in Aizo’s bed. But not alone in his room; Aizo himself is snoring on the floor on a futon, with all the extra pillows Hiyori had said she didn’t want. Yujiro had taken the couch.

She thinks if there had been another futon, they would’ve all slept in the same room.

If she had been (if they all had been) brave enough, they could have shared Aizo’s bed, barely big enough for them all. Elbows and knees and bothering the others upon needing the bathroom; she wouldn’t have cared. Alas, that had been a bridge too far for her emotional vulnerability.

She creeps out of Aizo's bedroom to find Yujiro already up, working on breakfast. The time of day, and what day it is, blare into her head, causing her to gasp so sharply she chokes on her own spit.

"What the hell, Hiyori? Don't die," Yujiro comments unhelpfully, not even turning from the stove.

"It's— it's Monday, I have to get ready for school and my uniform's at home, and...!" She gets it out around coughs, sitting heavily in a kitchen chair.

"I went to your house and got your clothes."

"Y-You what?"

"And your book bag. And also, your face is fine, if you don't mind using Shibasaki's soap for one morning I'm sure that'll do."

"What did you tell my mom?!" Her voice is hoarse but still forms a half-scream.

"You were sleeping on Aizo's couch after a study session. I live a little closer so that's why I was picking up your things."

Relieved, she sighs, head plunking onto the table.

"Hey, dumbass, what are you doing to Hiyori?"

"Feeding her. And us. So ungrateful."

"Guys, stop, it's way too early for fighting," she whines into the table. But their voice don't hold as much bite as usual, like someone sanded the sharp edges. She sits up and cranes her neck to see Aizo, and Aizo's bedhead, and immediately turns back, face burning.

"Thank you for the food," says Aizo flatly. And equally flatly, sitting next to Hiyori, "Don't make a mess of my kitchen."

"We have to leave in an hour in a half," Yujiro responds, carrying over steaming plates of rice and eggs. "Why are you still in pajamas?"

The rest of their bickering fades out while Hiyori, stomach growling, practically inhales her plate (after a hasty thank you). Scraps of last night come back to her as she eats, warming her chest. It seems like everything has reset, gone back to normal, and she doesn't really mind, but...

But she misses their closeness already.

She doesn't want to believe it was a fluke, but she also most definitely is not going to bring anything up. So: normal school routine it is. Well, as normal as it can be after waking up in Aizo's apartment with Yujiro having retrieved her school supplies.

They let her get ready first, which doesn't take long. And then they leave together, her between them, and she's at least brave enough to take their hands.

The school day is like any other, the bright and sunny weather burning away any lingering lurking thoughts. The boys might sit a bit nearer to her at lunch, and they're certainly arguing less, but nothing new besides that. When they go home, sunset clear and cool, it's to their own homes. None of them talk about the previous night, even though Hiyori can almost feel it between them, like if she just touched their hands, she could unlock the words for all of them.

The next three days are bright and sunny; the routine is similar, with that underlying slightly-different feeling. They still don't talk about that night. They talk about the festival LIPxLIP will play at a month from now, talk logistics and travel and merch.

Friday dawns pleasantly enough, but the sky turns gray by mid-afternoon, and the wind on the way home is wet and heavy.

A light drizzle has started by the time the three of them reach Hiyori's doorstep. Her chest feels heavy now too, dangerously so. Want is welling up in her, the latest wave since that night, and it's gotten more and more difficult to keep it buried.

Aizo grips her shoulder; she turns, gasping lightly.

He's looking down, bangs hiding his eyes. "I have leftovers at my place that are still good, and I can't eat it all, so, you two should come help."

Yujiro snorts, not looking at either of them. "Maybe I need to cook dinner in your kitchen sometime too, then."

Aizo's pink cheeks are obvious even in the gray light. "Also. Doing homework alone sucks in this weather.

Hiyori nods furiously, half-thinking she must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. "O-Okay, yes, I'll do my best to help with the food!!"

Beaming, she ducks inside to tell her mother where she's staying (and really, bless her mother for not teasing or worrying or anything stereotypically Mom-ish, how lucky is she?), packs an overnight bag, and scurries back out, rain clothes forgotten in her happiness.

They sit on the couch after their homework is done, after sitting so close they nearly knocked heads more than once. She and Yujiro are on either side of Aizo. She finds herself stealing glances at him, face warming.

And then she snuggles into him, pressing tight, reaching for and taking his hand.

His face reddens, but he leans right back.

Hardly daring to breathe, she tries to see Yujiro and can't quite manage it. But she feels Aizo's breath trip, and moments later Yujiro's fingers, then palm, reach her shoulder.

Aizo shifts toward him, and Hiyori is pulled along.

She can't not breathe; she inhales as carefully as she can, takeout utterly forgotten. Then Aizo makes some comment definitely about the show they're watching, voice soft, and she ekes out a hum of agreement.

The tension... doesn't snap. More like it relaxes, and Hiyori feels so cozy it's almost as unbearable as that tension. A shiver ripples through her, seems to set off the other two, but no one moves.

The thought nags at her in the middle of a commercial break: So. It's something for the weekends, then. She could learn to be all right with that, really is all right with it, if Aizo and Yujiro are as comfortable as they are now with her and each other.

When she insists on taking the couch (even though it isn't what she wants), Aizo claims the futon.

She spends far too much time over the weekend thinking about that.

Her weekend theory is destroyed by the next Monday, during which it rains all day. She wants to ask, feels brave enough to, but the boys beat her to it and part of her wanted them to bring it up first anyway.

Aizo has gotten another futon, so they all sleep in the living room this time, with him on the couch.

Tuesday is clear and... well, whatever this new routine is has settled into her bones now, so the urge to Talk About It has died down greatly despite their switch to normalcy(???). Whatever this is, it's hers and Yujiro's and Aizo's.

Wednesday is an outright storm at the school day's end, and so Hiyori outright proclaims that this time they're going to Yujiro's, and Aizo had better bring the extra futon because Yujiro was staying in his bed, thank you very much.

They boys accept without a peep of complaint.

Hiyori wants to fly down the street. It's the weather, she's realized giddily; all this set in motion by her emotional crisis over a week ago. For whatever reason, the boys are so much closer, more intimate, with each other and her in autumn rain and cold. It's like they created a secret in those dark clouds, a silver lining for them and no one else.

If this is all she's getting (but what more does she want?), then she'll grasp it with both hands. She'll appreciate it just as much as their time together at school and on stage.

And if she treasures these particular times just a bit more than the others, well, she's the only one who knows that.

#Liphiyo #Heroine Tarumono #JujYwrites

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SENT FROM @stingslikeabee ―

( unscripted ask / always accepting )

Even for a normal human with no telepathic abilities, Daigo could see that the visit of his counselor to the captain's ready room had a particular meaning. For once, it wasn't about him - the last few months had been very fruitful and the captain had been taking his court-mandated therapy seriously. Melissa approached his desk with an uncommon expression on her face - it was clear that she wasn't making any effort to keep emotions or thoughts muted and considered herself within a safe space, despite the role she had to fulfill in that ship. But upon taking a seat, the first thing she did was to place both arms upon his desk, turning her palms up and leaving them within reach - an Inadian gesture that symbolized openness and respect for their interlocutor, a heritage from when they thought that connection of minds required connection of flesh, too. (Melissa's home world science had advanced to disprove that, but the preference lingered; sometimes, physical touch boosted emotions or unlocked memories, and it wasn't an entirely useless technique even for the current times.) "I have been made aware of a particular situation and I'm here with the consent of the parties involved, although I will not disclose their names for the moment," Melissa said with a soft voice; despite the rather official tone, it was not difficult to note that she was anticipating some sort of issue, but the counselor appeared to be trying to offer herself as a bridge and tool for solution rather than the bearer of conflict, "A member of the crew is pregnant; the other progenitor is also part of the crew. They are aware of your stance on families and children aboard the Tojo, but they... Would like to check if you'd be willing to reconsider it." The honey-colored eyes of the mind-reader kept the captain under focus the entire time, but they were not unkind. Rather, they appear to recognize that a crossroads was up ahead, and offered company for that moment of decision. "They have reason to believe that their children would be safe among us, and they have also said they would not like to terminate the pregnancy. However, they also understand your word is final, so they accepted to have me as a mediator. I'm an uninterested party, Daigo," the shift to his name was done on purpose; she was speaking as a friend, too. "I'm here to hear your thoughts on the matter, however you desire to do it," the black stones of her bracelet clinked against the desk, reminding the captain of the alternative to spoken words, "And to be your sounding board, if you wish."

★. ―

Daigo looked up from his work. The sight of Melissa did something strange : softened the harsh lines in his tired face and caused the corners of his lips to tug up into a ghostly smile. ― until, of course, he realized that she was in his ready room on business. Daigo gestured for the Inadian to take the seat across from him and closed the diagrams flickering at his elbow. With that, the Captain sat back, giving her the floor.

As she spoke, Daigo's hands knitted together in his lap. He tilted his head, frowning thoughtfully, at the news that Melissa was here on behalf of others. Not unusual for a ship's counselor by any stretch of the imagination, but . . . he couldn't think of any fights or other conflicts that had been reported to him recently.

At the reveal of the reason, the captain's expression darkened. Coarse fingertips dug into his short beard, scratching at it. Melissa's presence made sense now.

"There is a clear path of action for this sort of situation laid out in all of the crew members' handbooks," Daigo finally said. "The expecting party will be given the remainder of their commission and escorted off of the Tojo at the next safe port in Federation space. Should the other parent be present, they may depart with the same promise of pay, if they would like ; I have no intention of breaking up families just to keep the roster looking full." He shifted his weight in his chair and sighed. "I highlight this policy with every new crew member that I meet, and it is introduced in all materials specific to this ship."

Daigo raised his hands to accentuate his next point. "It is also important for this discussion to remember that the Tojo does not have the necessary support systems to raise a child. When she was being built in Tokyo's yard, I was given a say in how she would be outfitted. There is no nursery . . . no school, no adjustments to recreational services for children. If I ever change my mind about allowing families onboard, the Tojo will have to be docked and the empty decks re - planned to account for these requirements."

The captain's palms fell heavily onto his crossed thighs. His shoulders sagged slightly, and Daigo's breath left him with a long exhale. With his usual speech for this very delicate matter gone from him, he was free to discuss the more emotional center those strict manuals and lack of accommodations protected.

"I have been called heartless before because of this," Daigo said, voice lacking the sharp edge of moments prior. He purposefully kept his fingers away from Melissa's offered hands. It would help her to have a visual aid, but he was not prepared to share one with her. " ― but I have my reasons. I was an upstart young officer on another vessel once. It specialized in ferrying passengers from port to port in Federation space : an easy, mindless purpose. The captain got comfortable taking bribes to accept too many individuals onboard, however. During my final run, the ship failed. I and my fellows had the task of taking crying children and mothers to the emergency shuttles. Parceling out if there was enough space for all of the little ones. I have never forgotten the mother who begged me to make room for her baby."

Daigo hesitated, gaze angled toward the floor. The captain couldn't remember speaking of this incident to anyone beyond the investigative council established after it all happened. Melissa possessed a curious way of dredging his nightmares up and laying them bare, it seemed. Perhaps it was because he trusted her, trusted her deeply ― Daigo didn't think even his spiritual brother and First Officer knew about what occurred on the Galiant all of those years ago. Why the renegade captain of the Tojo grew visibly nervous when visiting persons brought babies or children onto his ship, no matter how brief.

"That day," he eventually continued, swallowing thickly, "is why the Tojo is set up and established the way she is. We are always too far away for help ; any efforts that the Federation would make to retrieve us if we take crippling damage would require days of planning and another vessel like the Tojo. I cannot in good conscience condemn a child ― who cannot speak for themselves regarding a choice most grown adults call suicidal ― in that situation."

Daigo stood up, clearly fueled by a mix of agitated energy and old ghosts. He shook out his hair and pathed toward the fabricator for coffee. For something to put in his stomach to settle the rolling feeling in it.

"I am sorry for the pair that you represent, Lieutenant Drysdell," the captain said. His words hardened again. "I have long said I would only consider changing the Tojo's policies if I encountered a case where the expectant party or their child would be endangered should they leave the ship. If one of the parents you refer to now would like to make a case to me arguing that, I would be willing to listen. They are welcome to come to me with you alongside them to act as a mediator, of course. As it stands, though . . . my position remains the same."

#ooc. SPACE TRAUMA.#⤿ VERSE. ✕ SPACE FEDERATION 01 ✕ ALL WE HAVE IS NOW #⤿ ❤. ✕ WORLD ✕ MELISSA & DAIGO #⤿ IC. ✕ ANSWERED #stingslikeabee #pregnancy tw

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