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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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BG3 - Taking care of sick Reader

prompt: I'm sick. so I wrote this up to help me feel better.

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‘Your head throbs in tandem with your own heartbeat. Pain coursing through your body with every stifled breath you take, as your tight chest struggles to fill with air. It had been a long time since you were sick. You nearly forgot how uncomfortable it was. Without the tadpoles protective qualities shield you anymore, this new wave hit you like a stone wall. You almost wished to have it squirming mass back in your brain just to be over this. Luckily, you were not alone at least.’

Astarion

“There there darling, allow me.” He handed you a small cup of water. Letting you sip from it for a bit before he put it back, and you fall back against the bed. “You still look awful.”

You glare at him; or at much as you could with this pain behind your eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean…you must still be feeling bad and that is unfortunately for you.”

He sat on the edge of your bed, just looking at you. You can see a bit of concern on his handsome face. You wonder if he’s worried about you or what to do. “I’ve never had to take care of anyone who was sick before. I don’t know what to do.” So, it was the former. “Vampires can’t get sick. So I’ve spent the last few centuries in perfect health, minus a few injuries here & there.” He told you. “Should I…get you a new blanket? Prop your head up? Make soup? I’ve never actually made soup before either, but I’m sure I could be up to the challenge.”

You reach out and take his hand in yours. The cool feel of his skin a welcome reprieve against your warm, clammy one. - Just stay with me.

Astarion smiled. “I can do that.” He curled around to lay in the bed beside you. With no fear of sickness, he had no reason to stay away from you until this past. Your body letting out a sigh as his coolness enveloped you. Feeling some of your heat sap out, even over the covers. “You know, maybe I have a knack for this healing thing.” You let him think that, and curl into Astarion’s body to rest and try to regain your strength back. Sleep is easier this time. Hopefully you’ll be better soon enough.

Ascended!Astarion

Coughing and sputtering, you try to sit up as to not choke on your own spittle. An undignified end for a hero. To vanquish so many enemies and an Elder Brain, only to die by asphyxiating on their own sick.

“Still not feeling well, my treasure?” You look up to see Astarion standing in the doorway. His face neutral as ever, but with just the slightest hint of disdain only you can pick up on at the corner of his mouth. Maybe it’s the smell. Or perhaps because now you are so weak. “I bet you wish you had taken me up on my offer now, hm? This wouldn’t be happening to you if you had just listened to me.”

You watch him as he sauntered over to the side of your bed. Annoyed by his comments. You knew deep down Astarion was still hurt that you turned him down on becoming his spawn. He said such cruel things to you in the moment. Even with all that power, still the boy who lashed out at other. But even with everything he said, he’d never left you. Or more to the point you hadn’t left him, as this was his palace, but he hadn’t pushed you out. Comments and jabs here & there said out of latent anger, but always some excuse quickly on why you couldn’t leave just yet.

“Nothing can be done about it now though. I wouldn’t dream of biting you in this state. Agh…” You felt the shutter was uncalled for. You felt bad enough psychically already. Did you really need to be degraded too? “In any case, I’ve had the servants go and fetch you somethings to aid in your recovery. I wouldn’t know the first thing about mortal illnesses after all but they seem to know the trick.”

– Say nothing to him

Bending down at the waist, Astarion pressed his lips to your forehead. The cool touch soothing to your feverous brow. “Ugh. Salty. I’ll be much happier when you’re back to normal, pet. Anyway, must dash. If you need or want anything, please let the servants know. I’ve instructed them to tend to your every need, and expect no slip ups. I look forward to having a new conversation when you’re…better, my treasure.”

You knew, even as he left, what the conversation was going to be about. Another offer to turn you again. You had only turned him down before because you thought you’d have more time to decide. It was literally a life-changing decision. But, laying here, sick and weak as a kitten, you were beginning to wonder if the change might not be a welcome one, as you fall back asleep.

Gale

“Alright love. Here we are.”

You open your eyes and sit up. A little as a tray was sat across your lap. Bread, fruit slices, a bowl of something steaming, and…a flower, all adorn the tray in front of you, and you arch a brow at Gale. “Don’t worry. I’m not trying to feed you any strange potions or what not. Despite all my magic and study, there seems no cure for the common cold. No, no, this is just good old kitchen ‘magic’. A Dekarios family recipe past down for generations.”

You examine the bowl, but your mind is too clouded to make out anything other than the odd potato here and there. You trust Gale though and take your first bite. It is delicious.

“I’m glad you like it.” Gale told you with a smile. “I must admit, I feel a bit conceded in this moment in being able to help you. I wish I could say it was pure altruism, or concern for your health, but it’s not.”

- What do you mean?

“Well, I’ve never had someone to take care of before.” He told you. “Mystra never needed anything of me but my loyalty. And…my body from time to time. You need me for things though. Not as often as I would like sometimes. Your independence is a marvel still. But for now, I get to help you. Help you on the road to recovery. I hope it is a speedy one but I have to say,” he reached out and took your hand in his own, “I don’t mind taking care of you.”

You suppose his underlying message was sweet, and you weakly squeeze his hand back.

“I’ll leave you to eat and rest then. Should you need anything, anything at all, just ring this bell and I’ll come to help.” A bright, crystal bell appeared in Gale’s hand, which he presented to you before putting it on your tray. “Be well darling.” He gave you a quick kiss before he saw himself out. Checking on you regularly, with or without the bell, to make sure you didn’t need anything.

Wyll

“Still feeling under the weather then?” You look up to see Wyll entering the room. A bowl of something in his hand. “Come on. Sit up. You need to eat this.”

- Continue to lay down.

“Come on…don’t be like that.” Wyll moved to help you up with his free hand. As delicate and gentle as a badger as he hoisted you up. “Here. This will help you well better.”

You examine the bowl, but your mind is too clouded to make out anything other than the odd potato here and there. It smelled of spices though. Rich and full, as well as a red color to it. To humor Wyll, you take a bite.

- It’s spicy!

“Of course it is. That’s how you know it helps. Tri-pepper soup. My grandmother used to make it for me when I was sick as a boy.” You stop gulping the water by your bed and look at Wyll. “Since my mother was gone, she took care of me often when my father was away. The duties of his work, then Flaming Fist, and then again Grand Duke kept him away a lot. So, she stepped in to take care of me. Until she got older, I had to take care of her. ‘til the end.”

You lower your spoon and just watch Wyll. The loss etched on his face like his scars. For someone usually so good natured, you forget how much he had lost in his life.

“But! Her recipes live on. Now, eat your soup to help sweat out the sickness. And you’ll be right as rain tomorrow. I guarantee it.”

You feel a little manipulated into eating the spicy dish. How could you say no to such a fine, dead woman’s recipe? It takes a lot of will, but you eventually gulp it all down. Wyll seemed pleased. He then took your bowl and left you to rest. Your stomach churning with the spicy soup now bubbling in it. Unable to fall back asleep with the torrent raging in your gut.

Shadowheart

A cool towel pressed against your forehead like a soft caress. Gentle and serene.

“I wish there was more I could do for you.” Shadowhearts voice called out behind the dark of your eyes. “My magic is only for curing wounds and battle ailments. Sicknesses well…being a source of comfort was not something that was taught to me.”

You want to tell Shadowheart that she was doing a fine job. But your mouth was dry, and your tongue felt like it was made of iron it was so heavy in your mouth.

“I can’t recall a time I was sick like this in the past. But I do remember once I was poisoned. Part of my training. Warriors of Shar must be immune to all poisons, least we fail our mistress in such an unseemly way. Anyway, it was horrible. I would writhe in pain for hours while I waited for the poisons to pass. Nocturne would come in now & then, with Mother Superior was busy, and dab my head like this. It helped. I hope it helps you all the same.”

- Turn towards Shadowheart and tell her thank you.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Shadowheart replied with a sweet smile. “After everything you’ve done for me. This is the least I can do.”

Shadowheart took the cloth away and stood from the bed. “I’ll let you rest now. I can…find some herbs and salts to maybe help with the pain. Again, this is not my forte. Eliminating pain. But…I can try.”

She rushed out of the room. Set on her task as you continued to lay in bed. Slowly drifting off to sleep for now, now that your skin was not so hot and your mind a little clearer.

Lae'zel

“What are you still doing in bed?” You turn to look at Lae'zel in your doorway. Her frame stoic and strong as ever. “There is much to be done today. We must make hast.”

- I can’t Lae'zel. I’m sick.

“tas'ki! Absurd. You’re much stronger than some istik disease. Get up and get moving. Your body will not heal if you continue to wallow in this manner.”

You try to sit up as Lae'zel commanded, but your head swims the second you get upright. Lae'zel sucked on her teeth. “Nevermind. Clearly you are in no condition to be out of bed today. I am unaccustomed to this, as no true Githyanki would dream of falling ill and be a burden on their crèche. Perhaps rest is what is needed.”

Before you can tell her thank you, Lae'zel went over to the window and opened it. Letting the cool, fresh air in. “But you must leave this window open to purge the sickness out. Wallowing is one thing, but to marinate in such sick? Disgusting.” You glare at her a little. Not appreciating that she was implying that this was all your plan.

“I will leave you to your rest and check on your progress later. I trust your recovery will be swift.” Lae'zel stepped closer to the bed. Still far enough away, but closer than she was. “Get well soon. It pains me to see a warrior like you weakened this way. And someone I am fond of. It crushes my heart. I do not like it.”

Your face turns into one of surprise at Lae'zel’s back as she left the room. Closing the room behind her. You had not expected that from Lae'zel. To show open concern. The room was much colder now, but the crisp air was a welcome expanse in your lungs. You would need to get up to close them later, but perhaps that was Lae'zel’s plan all along.

Karlach

“Hey there soldier. Feeling any better?” You lull your head to the side to stare at Karlach. “Oof. That good eh? Sorry ‘bout that.”

She pulled up a chair by your bed and sat down. Face still in that almost perpetual smile of hers. Optimistic as ever, although a bit more tepid than usual. “But hey, you’ll be fine though. You’re tough! I’d check if you had a fever or something but…you know.” Karlach held up her hand. Still fiery and hot from her infernal engine, even if she was gifted to touch. “I wouldn’t be the best judge on who runs hot.”

The two of you sat there for a bit in quite. But quite was never long with Karlach. “So how do you think you got sick? Too long out in that swamp marsh? Going to sleep with wet hair again? Like, when I get stabbed, I know exactly where it came from. Do you know when you got bit by the sickness bug?”

- I don’t know Karlach. Please let me rest.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous. Guess that doesn’t help. I’m just worried…you know…that this might not be something I can help you fight. Monster, demi-gods, ghouls, I can fight that all day! But this…you have to do it on your own. And I hate sitting by the side lines.”

Karlach stood. Leaning in to give you a brief, warm peck on your cheek. “I’ll let you get some sleep then. But let me know if you want some company. I’m really good at that part.”

The tiefling then left, and the room suddenly felt emptier without her presence. Like a void had just sucked up all the energy without Karlach in it. Still, you fell asleep. Trying to think of interesting dreams that you might share with Karlach when you wake up. You were sure she would enjoy that.

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junicult · 10 months

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what are the bachelors love languages?

!! the bachelors love languages

contains ; fluff! sfw. gn!reader. established relationships. the bachelors being clingy lol. not proofread.

note ; i finished this earlier then expected so here u goo

harvey.

- he likes to receive words of affirmation, for sure.

- he loves those moments when you’re affectionate, holding him and kissing him,

- but nothing will top the way he feels when you verbally reassure him just how much you love him.

- to him, it’s so intimate to hear in detail of how much he means to you.

- theres nothing better to him then when you’ve finished up a day of working, you’re all exhausted and drained, and the minute you walk through the door you just physically relax.

- you come up behind him, wrapped your arms around his torso and press your cheek against his back.

- “missed you a lot today, i needed this.”

- sure, the act of sighing and latching onto him tells him the same thing, but it really sinks in when he hears it.

- “you missed me?” he smiles, looking down at you with a soft gleam in his eye.

- “of course i missed you. i always miss you when you’re not around.”

- a sure-fire way to get him to melt. swear.

- when it comes to his personal love language, though, it’s absolutely acts of service.

- he loves being of help to you, in any way he can.

- and usually you dismiss him when he tries to help you outside, given he has his own work he needs to focus on as well.

- so when you’ve gone the whole day working non-stop, he always makes an effort to help you feel better.

- whether you’re sore, and need a massage, or even in the way he makes dinner every night.

- any excuse to pamper you, he’s taking it.

- you’ve done so much for him, who is he to not pay it back?

sam.

- PHYSICAL TOUCHHHHH.

- he cannot take his hands off of you sometimes. the moment you’re in his sight, he wants to be holding you.

- and, if you don’t like physical touch, then…you might have to get used to it.

- he will hold back, but he loves your presence too much.

- he wants to cuddle whenever you’re laying together, he likes to hold your hand when you’re out in public.

- he’s clingy in general. he doesn’t like spending more then a day apart.

- and even then, if you go without seeing each other from morning to night, he’ll be extra antsy the entire day.

- he might even walk out to go find you.

- he also loves receiving physical touch. if your love language is something else entirely, that’s fine with him of course.

- but when you’re the one to lean into him, kiss him and hold him first; he’s grinning.

- “aw, hi! what’s up? are you almost done? do you need any help?”

- u opened a gate that’s hard to close.

- i hate this as a term but…golden retriever.

- if he had a tail it’d be WAGGING.

shane.

- his own love language is quality time.

- whether it be the two of you sitting together, not really talking just enjoying the company of one another,

- or times when you’d come along with him, jas, and marnie during events.

- those are his favorite.

- he really loves those moments when you’re talking about your day, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles absentmindedly.

- it just reminds him you’re there with him, not thinking about anyone else.

- and those times when he gets to see the way you interact with the people he loves so much; it warms his heart in ways he hasn’t felt in a long time.

- and despite jas being pretty hard to get to know, somehow she ends up latched by your side, playing dolls with you, asking about you.

- when marnie teaches you a few things about your animals, and you’re just patiently listening, giving her all of your attention and even laughing with her,

- idk. he’s just obsessed.

- cus after a while you’ll just turn back to him, pull him in close and give him a little kiss on the cheek…he’s blushing. i said it.

- the love language he likes to receive is words of affirmation.

- he melts when you tell him how much you love him, what you love about him, how handsome he is.

- it’s a one way ticket to get him attached to ur hip.

- i think it’s just because he doesn’t hear it often, so in general it comes as a shock when he gets compliments.

- but when he hears it from you…omg.

- “why’re you staring at me?”

- “you look really handsome. did you shave?”

- something as simple as that. it even hits deeper when he didn’t shave, he just looks like that.

- he tries to pretend like it didn’t make him all gushy inside, but the suppressed smile and the fact that he has to turn his face from you says otherwise.

- and if you tease, “aw, did i embarrass you?” while giggling.

- you’ll kill him. he’s a dead man in love.

sebastian.

- he’s another guy who loves quality time.

- giving, and receiving.

- he’s not big on going out, spending time with large crowds of people, etc.

- it always makes him super anxious, even when you’re there he still sorta hates it.

- however, if it were just the two of you, let’s say out for dinner at a nice restaurant or something, i honestly think he loves that.

- he prefers staying inside with you a million times more, but there’s something so sweet about being able to sit with you, in your own booth he can pretend it’s his own little bubble.

- there’s no interruptions from work or family, no responsibilities when he’s in this bubble with you.

- yeah, sure, the waiter will interject a couple times, but he still gets to just sit alone with you, talk to you, learn new things about you.

- not to mention, when you do all the talking he likes to watch you as well.

- he thinks it’s cute the way your voice changes, and how you treat the waiters so politely.

- despite this being a little guilty pleasure of his, he still prefers alone time with you.

- laying in bed, tiredly humming about things. you’re just resting on your sides, looking at each other lovingly.

- sometimes when you’re making dinner, he props up his computer nearby. while you’re both doing separate things, he’s just happy you’re in the same room together.

- and those times when he helps you out with your chores. helping you with crops, going into the mines with you,

- whatever it is, he loves it.

alex.

- his love language is physical touch.

- there’s no doubt in my mind he doesn’t love the feeling of you in his arms, especially when he’s falling asleep and whatnot.

- even if he falls asleep before you get home, he’s still entirely unconscious but the minute you get in bed he still reaches for you.

- he’s always kissing your cheek as a way to say hello. and he’s the type that kisses you goodbye multiple times.

- like 5 minutes after you initially said goodbye, he’s still pulling you back in and ignoring your laugh, “alex, i really need to goo!”

- he’s definitely slipped his fingers into your back pocket to tug you closer after you turn away, just to kiss you again.

- he can pretend he isn’t, but he’s so clingy.

- surprisingly though, he’s not picky when it comes to your love language. he doesn’t care what it is.

- he enjoys his alone time with you, whenever you touch and hug him, hearing about how much you love him, when you make him dinner, etc.

- but he still loves when you wake him up with a freshly made complete breakfast, or even cook him a salmon dinner.

- it’s domestic, and he’s grateful for how much effort you put into it.

- he seriously falls deeper in love when you surprise him with those.

elliott.

- quality time <33

- there’s nothing he loves more then to see your face after an exhausting day.

- he’s not picky at all. not even in the slightest. he’ll take any change he can get to be with you.

- even if you can only spare a few minutes, he’s basking in the glory of each second.

- your quality time spent together is a mix of many different things;

- whether you’re sitting in silence, he’s writing and you’re just sitting beside him,

- or he’s listening intently to how you talk about your day, and how your animals are doing.

- he’s holding your hand, resting his chin in his own, making you feel like you’re the only person in the entire world.

- it’s his favorite thing.

- he’s also not picky. any show of affection you give him, it’ll never fail to warm his heart.

- you so kindly offer him a pomegranate, he holds the back of your hand, bringing the fruit closer and taking a bite.

- all of the juices slide between your fingers, down your palm, and he briefly licks the juice away, before pressing a kiss to your palm and expressing his gratefulness.

- he’s so extra.

- but he still takes the fruit when you offer it all.

- it’s a little plus for you, too, especially when he leans in for a kiss and you get to taste the fruit, too.

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februarybluues · 1 year

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idk if this is where I put requests I'm new to Tumblr 😭 but like I had an idea 🤓☝🏾can you write a story where the reader takes hobie roller skating and has to teach him because he's so horrible at it pleaseee

-M

i love this idea so much u have no idea . really hope i did it justice.

Roller-date.

warnings: cursing, gn reader, awful british, clumsy ass hobie

look at him guys omg he's so drools

Although he insisted that he’d rather spend time with you at his house, you weren’t listening. You had your eye on the new roller-skating rink that opened up recently and you instantly knew you wanted to go. He was very much against the idea at first; ‘Capitalistic ideations’ and what-not. “We can just get our own skates ‘n go ‘round town. We don’t need’a spend money.”, he’d say, but you countered with “It’ll be fun! Don’t you want to spend quality time together? It’ll be like a fun roller-date!” you smiled at him, and he found himself sighing with defeat. How could he possibly say no to you? “Fine. Just this once.”

And that’s how he ended up here; sitting down next to you on a bench - inside the rink, bright pink roller skates in his hands. “You sure they didn’t ‘ave any other colours?” he asked you, looking down to see you tying the laces on your skates – which matched his. “Nope. But, it’s too late now!” you giggled, and he groaned; definitely regretting his agreement to come in the first place, but at least you were happy. Once you finished putting your rollerskates on, you looked back to him and smiled. You quickly made eye contact, as he had admittedly been staring at you the entire time. “Are you gonna tie your laces or do you need me to do that for you?” you teased, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes at you, before tying his laces. It was hilarious; his punk style clashed with the bright pink roller skates in a way that made you struggle to contain your laughter. “What’s so funny?” he asked you. You cleared your throat. “Nothing.” you muttered, still staring at his skates. You didn’t see the small smile plastered on his face. “Come on then.” he said, and you finally looked back up at him. “You ready?” you asked him, and he nodded. You stood up; careful to not fall over. He stayed on the bench, which made you quirk your eyebrow at him, confused. “Hobe? Are you alright?” you asked him, taking note of how he awkwardly sat there. He nodded at you; the once cocky smirk on his face was replaced with a subtle look of embarrassment. But he played it off well. “Fine. ‘M fine.” he said. “Then come on. Let’s get in the rink!” you smiled, and he scrambled to get up. At first, he opted for the ‘no-hands approach’; Attempting to stand up without his hands, to impress you. – which failed horribly. He slipped and landed back on the bench. Then, he tried to hold onto the arm of the bench to pull him up. It worked for a bit, but just as he finally stood up, his knees shook and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bench. You laughed quietly at his struggling, amused at the scene in front of you. “Hobie, can you not skate?” you asked him, genuinely. “Maybe I can’t. So what?” he didn’t look at you as he spoke. His lips were pouted and his brows were crossed with subtle anger and maybe a slight bit of embarrassment. You laughed, the situation was now making much more sense. The reason he didn’t want to skate was because he didn’t know how to! He scoffed at you, crossing his arms like an angry toddler. “I’m sorry- here.” you tried to stop laughing, and held your hand out to him, pulling him up as he grabbed onto it. It took him a minute to get his balance, but once he did he felt like the king of the world. “Want me to teach you how to skate?” you offered, smiling sweetly. “I’d love tha', doll.” he raised your hand to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it. “Firstly, let’s get in the rink.” you stated, slowly beginning to step towards it. A hand latched onto your arm before you could do so. “Wait! Don’t jus’ leave me ‘ere!” he all-but-shouted, clinging onto your arm. You laughed again at that. “Here. Just take tiny steps. Sort of like waddling- like a penguin.” you instructed, before demonstrating it to him. He copied your movements, before tripping over his own feet. You caught him before he hit the ground, pulling him back up. “Be patient with it. It’s not a race.” you said, slowly shuffling once again. After a while, he seemed to get the hang of things. And finally, you reached the rink. “Okay, this is going to be a lot slippier than the carpet, so be careful.” you warned him, before stepping into the rink. He nodded, slowly shuffling in. You were right. It was a lot more difficult to keep his balance, and he stumbled around quite a lot. - almost falling more than once. But eventually he did regain his balance. “This is easy.” he commented, growing a lot more confident. You let out a small laugh, before warning him again. “Don’t get too cocky. You’re gonna end up jinxing yourself.” He didn’t listen, holding onto the wall of the rink and using it to hold himself up.

You moved around, skating in semi-circles around him. He just looked at you as if you were a professional. “‘How are you doin’ tha’?” he asked. “Oh it’s easy! You just gotta push with your legs. - not too hard. But gently just push.” You instructed, giving him a demonstration as you spoke. You slowly skated around him, and he took multiple mental notes on what you were doing. The place wasn’t crowded, but it definitely wasn’t empty. There were a decent amount of people around the both of you. “Did that make sense?” you stopped in front of him. He nodded. “Like this?” he pushed his left foot backwards, and very slowly inched forward; still clinging onto the wall for dear life. “Uhh.. you’re getting there?” he scoffed at you. “Knew this was a bad idea.” he muttered almost inaudibly, but you heard it. “Hey! Once you get the hang of things I’m sure it’ll be fun. Stop being so negative.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he playfully rolled his eyes.

You spent a while giving him a bunch of pointers and tips on how to skate, how to stop, and all of the basics. He just looked so lost the entire time. He listened intently, and asked some questions – which was very unlike him. When you commented on his sudden change in behaviour, he responded with “Jus’ wanna make sure you ‘ave fun. Teachin’ me all this isn’t all tha’ delightful, eh?” it was sweet of him, and it truly made your heart smile.

After around 20 minutes, you spoke up. “That’s pretty much all you need to know. Are you ready to try it out properly now?” “Prepare to be amazed,” he said, and you laughed. “By all means, show me what you’ve got.” he obliged, skating impressively well considering he had only learned moments ago. You applauded him, clapping your hands dramatically. “But can you let go of the wall this time?” he muttered something, sounding slightly hesitant. “O’course i can let go o’the bloody wall.” it was quiet, and you almost missed it. He slowly let go and held both arms out to stabilise himself. And then, he did it. He started to skate without the help of the wall. You felt like a proud mentor, quickly following behind him as he kept going. “Look at you go!” You smiled, and he looked at you with a cocky smile.

You did a few laps around the rink, hand-in-hand. His hand was squeezing yours with subtle uncertainty, and you gave him a small squeeze of reassurance. “You’re doing great.” “Oh ‘ell yeah. Bloody professional I am, yeah?” you chuckled, “The best of the best.”

He was doing great. He was a lot more confident than when he had started and had picked up the pace. But, he was almost too confident. “Watch this,” he said, before speeding up drastically and attempting to spin. But, about halfway through his attempt at spinning, he tripped over his own feet and landed on the cold ground. Understandably, you burst out into laughter at the situation. You couldn’t help yourself, okay? After a while, you crouched down next to him, carefully. “Are you okay?” you asked, and he looked away from you, embarrassed. “Meant to do that.” he excused himself, and you giggled. “Sure you did.” You then noticed the small rip in the knee of his jeans. This rip was not intentional, and you could see a small graze peaking through the fabric. “Baby, your knee.” you said, your hands moving to assess the injury. He swatted them away before you could see it properly. “Hey, hey. ’m fine. “ he said, but you ignored him, immediately moving your hands back to his knee. You moved the ripped fabric around so that you could see the injury. “Looks like a bit of rug burn. Poor thing.” you said, acknowledging how he subtly winced at your thumb grazing over it. “Jus’ a scratch. Like i said, ‘m fine. Dealt with worse.” “Are you sure? Does your ass hurt from falling on it?” you teased, laughing at your own words. “‘S not tha’ funny.” he murmured. “Oh come on. You have to admit it’s a bit funny.” “ Fine. Maybe jus’ a bit.” he admitted and you smiled, before standing up and holding your hand out to him.

“Let’s see if they have any plasters at the front desk.”

omg heyyyy... so like, ive been wanting to make a normal taglist for all of my fics (not including series' tho they have separate taglists) so like lmk if you wanna be added pookie x

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probablyasocialecologist · 9 days

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When you look at Instagram or Facebook, I want you to try and think of them less as social networks, and more as a form of anthropological experiment. Every single thing you see on either platform is built or selected to make you spend more time on the app and see more things that Meta wants you to see, be they ads, sponsored content, or suggested groups that you can interact with, thus increasing the amount of your “time spent” on the app, and increasing the amount of “meaningful interactions” you have with content. I also want you to realize that anything bad that you see on the platform is a symptom of Mark Zuckerberg’s unwillingness to rate-limit or sufficiently moderate the platform. Logically-speaking, one would think that Meta would want you to have a high-quality Facebook experience, pruning content that might be incendiary, spammy, scammy or unhelpful, or at the very least, comes primarily from those within your own network, but when your only concern is growth, content moderation is more of an emergency measure. And to be clear, this is part of Meta’s cultural DNA. In an interview with journalist Jeff Horwitz in his book Broken Code, Facebook’s former VP of Ads and Partnerships Brian Bolland said that “building things is way more fun than making things secure and safe…[and] until there’s a regulatory or press fire, you don’t deal with it.” Horwitz also cites that Meta engineers’ greatest frustration was that the company “perpetually [needed] something to fail — often fucking spectacularly — to drive interest in fixing it.” Horwitz’s book describes Meta’s approach to moderation as “having a light touch,” considering it “a moral virtue” and that the company “wasn’t failing to supervise what users did — it was neutral.” As I’ve briefly explained, the logic here is that the more stuff there is on Facebook or Instagram, the more likely you are to run into something you’ll interact with, even if said interaction is genuinely bad. Horwitz notes that in April 2016, Meta analyzed Facebook’s most successful political groups, finding that a third of them “routinely featured content that was racist and conspiracy-minded,” with their growth heavily-driven by Facebook’s “Groups You Should Join” and “Discover” features, algorithmic tools that Facebook used to recommend content. The researcher in question added that “sixty-four percent of all extremist group joins are due to our recommendation tools.” When the researcher took their concerns to Facebook’s “Protect and Care” team, they were told that there was nothing the team could do as “the accounts creating the content were real people, and Facebook intentionally had no rules mandating truth, balance or good faith.” Meta, at its core, is a rot economy empire, entirely engineered to grow metrics and revenue at the expense of anything else. In practice, this means allowing almost any activity that might “grow” the platform, even if it means groups that balloon by tens or hundreds of thousands of people a day, or allowing people to friend 50 or more people in a single day. It means allowing almost any content other than that which it’s legally required to police like mutilation and child pornography, even if the content it allows in makes the platform significantly worse. As a result, Meta is kind of like an absentee parent, occasionally looking up from their phone and muttering “don’t do that” when something obviously awful happens, and even then they’re extremely hesitant to intervene.

#meta #facebook #social media #internet

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Mistletoe - Johnny Cage x gn!reader

Masterlist

Summary - Johnny gives you a Christmas gift.

Word Count - 842

Warnings - not proofread, not my highest quality work

A/N - I wanted to post more this month but life got in the way. ‘Tis the life of little ol’ me. Hurried to get this one out. It’s 11:32 so Christmas isn’t over yet!

The fireplace provided comfort to all that passed by, almost as if it were a blanket. It stands tall, its dancing flames within cast a warm, flickering glow that paints your face in hues of amber and gold. The crackling of burning logs adds a beautiful soundtrack that accompanies the sound of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You blasting from speakers across the room. Loud chattering mixes into the already existing sounds. You listen, the flames in front of you commanding your full attention.

Shoes clacking against the hardwood floor break the trance the fireplace had you in. There’s no need to turn your head to the person who approached you; you already know who it is.

“You outdid yourself with the Christmas decorations this year, Cage,” you say, voice in awe.

“Surprised you even noticed them,” Johnny replies. He takes a spot on the floor next to you before continuing, doing his best to make sure you see how hard he’s rolling his eyes. “You’ve been drawn to this stupid thing since you walked in.”

You finally look at him, confused. “I’ve been paying attention to them!”

“Really? Then you would’ve noticed the stocking I got for you,” he points to a large stocking hanging on the fireplace. It’s a classic red and white stocking, but you notice your first initial stitched into the fabric. How did you not notice that?

“Oh…I somehow didn’t see that. Thank you, Johnny.”

He laughs before taking the stocking off the mantle and throwing it into the fire. Your eyes widen in bewilderment as the fabric melts on top of the logs. “Actually, it belonged to my ex-agent. Hated that guy.”

You let out a small huff of amusement before standing up. “I guess that’s my cue to go walk around.”

“Shit - wait, wait, wait,” he quickly scrambles up to his feet, placing his hands on your shoulders to make sure you don’t move away. You shoot a quick look of curiosity as Johnny grins.

“You’d really think I’d let you walk away without giving you a gift?” his grin shifts into a small smirk.

“Oh! I didn’t expect a gift from you. Where is it?” you look around, as if you’d spot where he presumably hid it.

“Easy there,” he drags out, chuckling, “it’s nothing major, but hopefully you’ll like it…hopefully.”

“You notice how Johnny’s voice got quieter at the end of his sentence, avoiding your gaze for a swift moment. His eyes hold a glint of something negative. Uncertainty? Insecurity? He returns to his normal and lighthearted self before you could fully decipher his emotions. Johnny just pats your shoulder before grabbing your wrist. He leads you outside to his patio, quiet and away from the peering eyes that were likely to ruin this moment for him. Breathing in the fresh air, you feel a slight chill run down your body.

Johnny lets go of your wrist and gains your attention. He takes a deep breath, “close your eyes.”

“Hm? Why?” you hold back a laugh which would let Johnny know that you’re teasing him.

“So I can give you your gift, stupid,” Johnny gives you a massive eye roll, and you laugh as you close your eyes. You hear him shuffling around in his pockets for a quick moment and you wonder just how long you’ll have to keep your eyes closed.

“Alright,” you could almost hear him grin, “open.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Johnny holding a mistletoe in the air. It’s cheap and made of plastic; it would most likely break if he dropped it on the ground. You stare at it, unimpressed, and your expression made him deflate a bit.

He sighs, “look your actual gift won’t be here until next Saturday. I panicked trying to find something nice.”

“And cheap mistletoe was your definition of ‘nice’?” you tease, but you change your tone when you see him cringe at himself. “I - I was just joking.”

Johnny shakes his head, letting you know there was no need to apologize. “Nah, you got me. I just found this in a random box of decorations.”

Silence consumes the two of you - but only for a minute. Johnny’s always been allergic to it.

“My arm’s getting tired here…”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. You lean over and kiss Johnny on the cheek. A faint, pink tint decorates his face. One that wouldn’t have been noticeable if the dark night wasn’t there to contrast it. He tosses the mistletoe to the ground and cups your face in both his hands. He then leans over to kiss you on the lips. His lips burn more than the fireplace. It could keep you warm for days.

He pulls back just enough for him to breathe and studies each detail of your face. The tender moment is dead when you notice the mistletoe on the ground, missing a leaf. It’s hard to hold back a smile.

“I knew it would break,” you mumble. Johnny shuts you up by kissing you again.

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage fluff

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a-casual-kpopfan · 9 months

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Concert Joy - Hyeju

You are uncomfortable.

“Oh my god, I can’t contain my excitement!”

“Me too! I’ve been waiting for this day for so long!”

It’s not as if you aren’t looking forward to the concert. Let it be known that you were one of the earliest people to book the tickets, right as the website opens. It’s just…

“Kya! I can’t wait! I’m going to see him up close!”

You bought the tickets so that you can come here and enjoy the music and live performances from one of your favorite artists, and not listen to almost 100 thousand people yelling their lungs out due to excitement.

If you had it your way, you would have been content to just stay at home and wait for some low-quality videos that will be uploaded later on YouTube. But things rarely ever go your way, well, at least when it comes to her.

“Isn’t this exciting, hun?” Directly to your right you can see your girlfriend’s excited face as she looks around in awe of the venue, and the numbers of people surrounding her.

“Well,” you take a few minutes to formulate an answer in your mind. “Partially. You do know I prefer somewhere quiet to enjoy music.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper.” Hyeju scrunches her face. “You can’t always hide inside the house; you need to go out and experience things like this as well.”

You hum at her answer, chuckling slightly. “You’re making me sound like I’m a shut in.”

“Well, you’re basically one.” Hyeju snickers, earning a flick on her forehead, courtesy of you. “Hey!”

“Am not. I just don’t like going to crowded place.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. But you must admit, this place is so huge.” Knowing that staying on the current topic might just bring your mood down, Hyeju diverts to a different one. “How many people can this place hold?”

“As of now, we have more or less 100 thousand people in the venue.”

“100 thousand people, just to see a single person perform…” Hyeju falls silent at the thought, seemingly thinking of something.

“What’s on your mind?” Seeing your excited girlfriend’s mood suddenly fall off worries you for a bit, especially when it’s her who wants to attend the concert in the first place.

“Nothing, really. It’s just” Hyeju pauses, looking around “I don’t know, I’m just jealous, in a way? Like, imagine 100 thousand people gathering in one place to see you perform, how would that feel I can’t even imagine.”

“Well, maybe you should have auditioned to become an idol back then.” You chuckle, waiting to see Hyeju’s elbow hitting your arm as per usual. But instead of that, you are met with a crestfallen Hyeju, who’s fidgeting with her hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” You lean against her, placing a soft kiss on top of her head along with your apology.

Hyeju remains silent, which worries you greatly since the girl has never let you off without a snarky comment of her own. Her silence speaks volume, and that means you fucked up.

Fortunately for you, it is right then that the concert started with the idol walking onto the stage, giving you an excuse to brighten Hyeju’s mood up.

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Your ears are in pain.

And not just your ears, you can feel your heart beating loudly to each beat of the music, which can be said a lot about your current state of being. Many associate that feeling with excitement, with enthusiasm and exhilaration.

But not for you, you feel suffocated, and overwhelmed. You feel exhausted from your heart beating so loudly, and you feel that your eardrums are ringing loudly, giving you fear that they might erupt at any given moment with all the yelling around you.

Surrounding you on all sides is a sea of excited people yelling their lungs out to cheer for the idol. your girlfriend included. It truly didn’t take much to cheer her up. One minute into the first song, and she is already singing along with her low, but warm voice that you can barely appreciate with all the other voices from the surrounding audience. Really now, why is it so hard for a guy to appreciate his girlfriend’s voice?

Of course, with all the loud music and yelling around you means that you can’t help but focus onto the performance itself instead of distractedly falling into your own thoughts like usual. While the performances are good, you can’t help but lament the fact that you can’t really hear it all that well with the yelling mixed in. You’ll have to watch it again on YouTube then.

But then, you glance to your side, seeing Hyeju genuinely enjoying her time at the concert, even if her yelling is one of the main causes giving your eardrums their ringing. If Hyeju is happy, you don’t really mind.

And so, you reign over your annoyances and enjoy the music and performances, since you have already paid for it.

Things are going well, that is, until….

“Kyaa!! Oppa!”

“Oppa! Notice me!”

“Oppa! Oppa!”

“I love you, oppa!”

Oh yeah, this.

As if the combined voice of 100 thousand people isn’t enough to deafen your ears, the cheering really takes things up another notch, with how random and chaotic they are.

It’s ok, it’s fine, you think to yourself. This is normal. Fans just really love their idols, you understand. You keep telling yourself that and just try to enjoy the music.

“Oppa! I love you!” You feel your heart drop as you hear Hyeju’s voice joining in with the cheering. Despite thinking rationally to yourself that this is normal, you can’t help but be shocked a bit.

How long did it take her to say it to you? How long did you have to wait to hear it from her own voice? And this idol just…gets to hear it? Like that?

Safe to say, the rest of the concert goes by with you hardly paying attention to the performances, feeling like a puppet whose strings were cut off.

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After a few hours later, you now find yourself back in the comfort of your bed, resting away from the long day. Well, as best as you can of course, because your mind seems to not want to give you a break.

Tossing and turning for a bit, you end up laying on your side, thinking back to the concert and the cheering that you’ve heard. Certainly, it isn’t uncommon to hear cheering like that. You have followed the idol scene enough to know that cheering can be considered somewhat common, so your girlfriend joining in the cheering should be normal. It is completely normal.

But why do you feel so disheartened still?

Letting out a sigh, you decide that it would be better to try and sleep than torment yourself further with useless questions that only serve to keep you awake at night. However, imagine your surprise when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your torso, and a presence pressing against your back. Didn’t she fall asleep the moment she lay down on the bed?

“Did I wake you up?” You feel her head nodding against your back.

“I’m sorry. Let’s go to sleep now-” You hold onto her arm, rubbing it gently as she hugs your chest from behind “You were thinking something again, weren’t you?” Hyeju interrupts you, sounding not as sleepy as you thought.

“I’m sorry?”

“You were thinking of something. That’s why you weren’t asleep yet.” Before you have the chance to counter, Hyeju continues “It was the cheering, wasn’t it?”

“…” Hyeju hits the bullseye, making your tongue tied for a while.

Taking your silence as confirmation, she then rolls you onto your back as she leans her body up, resting her arms underneath her chin as her eyes look at you, smiling gently.

“I was caught up in the moments so much, I failed to realize that I hurt you unintentionally. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault. I was just being dramatic, as usual.” You manage to say something, your hands reaching up stroke her messy hair gently. Hyeju leans slightly against your palm, humming a bit.

“You know. I realized something at the concert.” She says, with you raising an eyebrow as your response.

“You know people always say that idols are humans too, and that they deserve to be respected and not to be put on a pedestal.” You are losing her more and more as she goes on. “But a part of me believes that: being an idol means that you are already putting yourself on the pedestal to be admired by everyone, to show your best self to the whole world.”

“Uhm-” You are once again interrupted by Hyeju placing a finger on your lips.

“Shush, let me finish please.” You nod. “Thank you hun. So, what I was saying is that idols are meant to be admired and appreciated from afar. They do not know each one of their fans, and they can’t be blamed for that. You can love them all you want, but inevitably they can’t reciprocate it. Because they might not even know who you are.”

Hyeju head lowers down to your chest, her ears resting right above your heart, feeling every beat of it. “Me cheering for him like that doesn’t mean that I truly love him the way that I love you. I am not delusional enough to think that one day my favorite idol might notice me thanks to some random luck, and he magically falls for me. That just isn’t happening.” Her hand finds its way to yours, intertwining softly.

“The love I have for him, simply is the admiration and appreciation I have for him as a fan for all his music and effort. That’s it.” Her head is raised again, now hovering above your face, as you can feel her shoulder length tickling your face a bit, but you don’t mind, as you gaze into her eyes.

“Honey, the love I have for you, is indescribable. I love you with everything you do, no matter how big or small, no matter how smart or stupid.” She smiles, ever so gently. “With you, I can be myself wholly, without afraid of showing you my best or worst, because you’ve already seen and embraced me for who I am.” She lowers ever so slightly, your lips touching for a quick kiss. “An idol might never reciprocate the love I have for them, but you are different. When idols inevitably retire, new ones shall replace the old. But no one can ever replace you.”

“I love you, so, so much. I’m sorry for making you worried, but I’m also thankful that you indulged me so much.” Without waiting to hear your reply, she places her head at the crook of your neck, digging herself deeper into you.

“I love you too.” You finally process enough of her words to utter three words. Yet she can feel your sincerity. Of course, she can, she’s your girlfriend.

“That is obvious, stupid. Let’s get some sleep.”

Wordlessly, you embrace Hyeju, laying there listening to her breathing until it becomes even again, before managing to slip into sleep, your mind truly at ease.

What is but a few simple cheering when you already have her heart, and she yours? ~~~~~~

A/N: A little piece I wrote up for CKF and I hitting 2k followers recently, I will personally be taking a break from writing as life is catching up to me. I'm sure CKF can handle things without me for a little bit.

Till we meet again. - Ghost

#loossemble #ctdenm #son hyeju #hyeju #male reader #kpop fic #kpop x reader

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june-pop · 10 months

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Ni-Ki BF Headcanons

Ni-ki x Reader

Warnings: none

• His love language is definitely physical touch & quality time

• After watching some of their content, him and the group members say themselves that he (and Jungwon) doesn’t play video games as much as his hyungs do

• So I think he’s much more of a movie date type of boyfriend

•You always find yourself cuddled up next to him on the couch watching studio Ghibli movies for the nth time that week cause that boy is obsessed

• Try’s to teach you some his group’s choreography or one he made himself

• Loves when your attention is on him, so don’t take your eyes off him please

• If he notices you paying more attention to someone else he won’t really comment on it but he will get more quiet over time

• When you point it out he’s gonna try to deny it and avoid talking, but just give him a nice big hug and suddenly he’s back to himself

• He’s a big tease

• If you’re shorter he will use his height against you

• If you’re taller you better give him a taste of his own medicine 🤨

• Will probably try and make you flustered at any chance he gets (as if he isn’t screaming on the inside)

• Will make it his life mission to win you at least 2-3 plushies if you go to an arcade or carnival

• I can definitely see him being the type to spoil his s/o. Maybe not a lot but every now and then he’ll buy you something you like

• A necklace you saw at a store but didn’t have enough money for? Don’t worry he’ll pay for it behind your back and give it to you when you get back home☺️

“Riki that was like 200 dolla-” “let’s not focus on that, it looks so nice on you doesn’t it”

“😨”

• HEAD PATS

•please give this boy some head pats, he seems to really love when people play with his hair and stuff

• Especially if he’s had a long day and just wants to be with you, the second y’all start cuddling just start playing with his hair and massaging his scalp and that boy will be out like a light

• Your own personal photographer. Takes random photos of you with or without you knowing

• Has a whole album on his phone dedicated just to you that he rarely lets anyone else see

• Boy has a staring problem 😐

• You could be doing anything and once you turn around Riki’s just staring at you and you’re just like 🧍🏾‍♀️/ 🧍🏽….. can I help you?

• He try’s to play it off but anyone can tell he was in awe by you doing absolutely nothing

• He’s whipped

• Will start denying and blushing if you try to tease him about it

• Not too much though or you might end up on the couch getting tickled to death 💀

• I think he’d be very gentle with his s/o though. Like he might have some play fights with you but he’s definitely not as aggressive with you as he is with others

• Unapologetically rejects anyone who try’s to flirt or get with him because he already has you.

• He will make that quite clear, this boy can be blunt and very intimidating

• So just imagine Riki with a blank face telling the person “I have a s/o already” and walk away and once he sees you he’s suddenly all smiles as if he didn’t just crush someone’s heart😭

• Kisses with him are….interesting

• They honestly depend on the mood

• Earlier in the relationship they definitely didn’t happen often.

• Maybe some quick ones here and there

• But as time went on he got more & more bold

• You just put on some chapstick? Kiss

• He wanted to see what flavor it was 🤷🏾‍♀️

• You’re trying to ignore him for wtv reason? Kiss

• Can’t avoid him forever🤷🏾‍♀️ He will get your attention one way or another

• He got really excited about something that happened? He’s giving you a big hug and then kissing you until you can’t breathe

• What else was he supposed to do, you just looked so kissable🤷🏾‍♀️

• Cooking for the both of you? He’s coming up and giving you a nice hug from behind while also planting a few kisses on your shoulder

• He just wants to be close to you…and sneak a few pieces a food in his mouth

• SPEAKING OF BACK HUGS

• Riki LIVES AND BREATHES BACK HUGS

• both giving and receiving but prefers giving.

• Arguments are rare but they happen

• if it was something big he might take a bit to himself to think and them comeback to properly talk things out with you

• He doesn’t like yelling and hates if your upset with him, vice versa

• He’s a great listener, if you need to vent about something he will be by your side to listen and comfort you

• Will try to crack jokes to make you smile

• He loves your smile

• In general he loves you!!!!

• He’s just a someone who I think has a lot of love to give but just wants to find the right person to give it too

Hope you all enjoyed!!!

#enha imagines #enha niki #enhypen #enhypen riki #ni ki #ni ki fluff #ni ki x reader #nishimura niki #nishimura riki #riki fluff #niki imagines #niki headcanons #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #ni ki enhypen #enha riki #enhypen x y/n

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bubblergoespop · 4 months

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My Top Guy Quotes

silly pizza manヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ @capitalisticveins @miya-akiko he has been delivered!!

“You’re a jerk. Well. I like jerks.”

“We can’t be getting outta bed before 10, that’d be crazy, that would violating countless labor laws.”

“Oh, you are getting close. Hi! Hi baby. I love youuu~”

“I missed you. I always miss you. Days are long when you’re not around.”

“Jealousy’s a disease, get well soon to those bitches.“

“Come on, take my hand. Well if you don’t, I mean you could get lost on the way. Anything could happen.”

“I am not a menace. I am the menace. And I am your menace. I love you, honey.”

“I don’t need all that shit. I love you just like this. Eye rolling and grumbling is a totally valid love language.”

“Dishes? Dishes? You want me to do dishes? […] Honey, I like a little degradation as much as the next guy, but can’t you just put me on a leash instead, like a normal couple?”

“Let go of me, ahhhh I’m being repressed!”

“Oh, no, no I’m kidding, come here, don’t pout. Yes you are, you are pouting. It’s cute.“

“I vacillate wildly between either looking like an Adonis sent down like a gift or a literal gremlin that couldn’t pull numbers if his life depended on it.”

“No, you smile plenty. And it’s a beautiful smile when you grace me with it. It’s special when you smile.”

“But you are a softy with me. And the other people you care about. You feel things deep. That’s not a bad thing.”

“And how exactly do you expect to keep me in this bed now that you’ve got me here, hmm? Thought about that? Ooohhh gon’ tie me down, fifty shades of honey oooo~”

“You look really cute bundled up in bed like that. Shut up, yes you do. My cute little grumpyface. Aw is my grumpyface mad at me?“

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Who are you and what have you done with my lover? [hit] Ow, okay, there you are.”

“What do you mean you’re gross? You’re not gross, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you for seeing something in me. Something that mattered. Nah, I was talking about my ass.”

“You know wordplay reminds me of? Tongue-twisters! You know what tongue-twisters remind me of? Tongue-kissing, let’s explore that topic shall we—ow ow ow”

“That’s not nothing, that’s called quality time honey.”

“I only wanna be supine if I’m being supine with you!”

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me~”

“Ew, you can’t give me a forehead kiss, that’s too sweet! Who are you? Why would you do that, being all tender and sweet, that’s gross, you’re gross. No, don’t go. I like you tender and sweet and gross.”

“You have a wonderful hand. It does exquisite work. Ooo don’t make a boy a promise, you betta use it to cover this mouth, fifty one shades of honey ooo~.”

“Making my stupid jokes isn’t as fun without you rolling your eyes and pretending to hate it.”

“Is that why you put up with my memes and shit? Cause I got a big dick and a great ass?”

“I’ll never be sorry for a chance to spend a day at your side.”

“—eh, “Buy Low”, “Start Low”, what’s the difference? You say tomato, I say I wanna put my head between your thighs, it’s semantics.”

“It’s about your thighs wrapped around my head like you’re trying to crush a watermelon. Aw, come on, I’m made of tough stuff. Or not, but hey, that’s a hell of a way to go.”

“You know what this means though, right? Oh my god, they were roommates!”

“Honeybabydarling.”

“But I’ll restrain myself. At least until I can convince you to restrain me. Preferably to our bed. Unnhh.”

“I want to make you squirm under the touch of my fingers and the heat of my mouth and the weight of my tight, straining body pressed flush against yours. And then at some point you can shampoo my hair, cause that always feels nice.”

“Okay, okay, very serious… Canasta. Nasty canasty. Ow—!”

“I’m ready for instruction, professor. Mmm. Mmhmm. I think you’ll find I’m a very hands-on learner. Unnhhh.”

“Do they have to match suite kiss me. Hmm? No, I asked do they have to match suite kiss me, like does the whole canasta kiss me have to be the same suite please kiss me. I don’t know what you mean kiss me. […] kiss me, kiss me really hard.”

“Because no one’s gonna tell me I’m too sexy to be who I am.”

“And maybe I wanna get some, I don’t know! Who said that? Wait— who said that? Wait, who was that? I mean that wasn’t me… shit.”

“That’s my brain, and the only thing that’s gonna wake it up is some kisses. Slow sexy kisses. With tongue. For. You know. Kinetic energy. Transfer. In my mouth. Our mouths.”

“Thank you, honey. I don’t know. For a lot of things. For the water. For hanging out with me. For putting up with me. For being so hot and sexy. I repeat, for putting up with me.”

“I’d lick it off the fucking floor at this point if that’s what you want— anything. That’d be pretty fucking hot actually.”

“I love you, hun.”

“Ah, mm, no. I saw the smile. Yes you did, you can’t hide it from me.”

“Anyway, I am half naked. You are very mean. That’s very hot. You and me honey ain’t nothing but mammals so, uh, whaddya say we do it like they do on discover channel, unhh? Well, you know, personally I was thinking a little less nature documentary and a little more battle bots, you know? Like, I want you to just fucking snap me like a twig!”

“Can’t steal what’s already yours. That’s why you can’t steal my heart cause it’s already yours. Do not groan at me!”

“With you, silence doesn’t feel bad. You looking at me doesn’t feel scary. It feels really good. Feeling seen by you feels good.”

#for context on how much i needed to cut this down; the og list is 216 quotes long #and this is still incredibly long #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted guy #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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Part Of Your World ~ P.P

chapter six: for the first time

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Wanting to look his best for your date, Peter borrowed (stole) one of Tony’s blazers and threw it on before you left. He brought you outside the tower where a car was waiting for the two of you. He didn’t have much time to plan the date, so he asked Tony to make a reservation at an exclusive restaurant. When you got to the car, you looked at it in awe before reaching out to touch it. You had never felt anything like it, nothing so smooth and shiny. The chauffeur opened the door for you and you stepped back in surprise.

“It’s okay. I’m right here.” Peter assured you. He helped you inside and buckled his seat belt. You tried to do the same but no matter how hard you yanked on it, you couldn’t get it to work. Peter chuckled and helped you buckled yourself in.

“This is called a seatbelt. It’s most annoying quality is that if you pull to hard, it won’t come out. But its best quality is that it can save your life in a car crash or whatever.”

Your eyebrows went up at the word “crash” and your amazement for the car turned to fear. You’d seen people drive them on the bridge but you’d never seen one crash before. You yanked on your seatbelt to try to take it off but it wouldn’t release. You started to panic and yanked harder until Peter showed you how to do it.

“You need to press this red button if you want to take it off, see?” He patiently explained. You sighed in relief and suddenly felt the car lurch forward. Your eyes flew open and your grabbed whatever you could to keep yourself from falling.

“It’s okay. The car is just moving.” Peter told you. You buckled your seatbelt again out of fear from crashing and tried to calm down. Your fingers found the window button and your pressed it out of curiosity. The window went down and you discovered that it also went up if you pressed the other button. You smiled in amusement and made the window go up and down and up and down.

“Miss, please don’t do that. It’s distracting.” The driver said as he looked at you in the rearview mirror. You jumped a little because you’d never seen a rearview mirror before so you were not expecting to see the drivers face looking back at you. You sheepishly withdrew your hand and Peter gave the driver an angry look. You looked out the window for a little while and watched people on bikes whiz past the car. There were people everywhere, some even crossing while the light was green. The car halted to a stop and the driver pressed down on his horn for a long time at the pedestrian who walked in front of the car. The constant stopped and starting was making you sick and the loud horn made your ears hurt. You covered your ears until the horn stopped and then caught sight of your legs. Pepper had given you a pair of flats to walk in and you so desperately wanted to be doing that instead of being in this car. You wanted to walk your whole life and now that you finally could, you were in the back of a car that was making you sick. Peter noticed the look on your face and got an idea.

“Would you prefer to walk?” He asked. You looked up and nodded eagerly as a smile crossed your face. Without words, he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Once the car stopped at a red light, you and Peter got out. You took a few steps before feeling Peters hand slip into yours. You looked up at him and squeezed his hand before resting your head on his shoulder. There you were, holding hands with the boy you loved and walking down the street just like the humans got to do. You walked the rest of the way to the restaurant and once you were inside, you felt underdressed for the first time in your life. The people were looking at you with disdain while you were looking back at them in amazement. You wanted to tell each of them how nice they looked, not realizing they were judging you for your simple dress. Peter noticed the looks too and quickly ushered you to the table they always reserved for Tony. Once you were seated, you picked up a fork and started to comb your hair with it. People nearby gave you disgusted looks and one alerted the waiter.

“Honey, remember what I said about the dinglehoppers? They’re for food, not hair.” Peter whispered to you. You felt embarrassed when you remembered and put the fork down. Next to the fork was a smaller fork and a fancy spoon. On the other side of your plate were different knives. You started to feel overwhelmed and looked to Peter for help, but he was just as out of his element as you were. A waiter came by and gave you menus, something you’d never seen before. When you discovered that it opened, you gasped and looked at the waiter in surprise. He gave you a mean look before walking away. You felt embarrassed again and shrank down in your seat. You didn’t know why he wasn’t as amazed at the menu as you were. Peter could tell you were not enjoying yourself and tried to cheer you up.

“This is called a menu. It’s a list of all the food the restaurant makes. Let’s see what looks good.” He suggested. You smiled and nodded at the suggestion and opened your menu again. Your smile quickly fell when you realized it was full of words you didn’t know and food you’d never heard of. Peter was just as confused as you were and shut his menu.

“I don’t think this was my best idea.” He admitted. You smiled softly at him and shrugged in agreement. He stood up from the table and held out his hand, which you took.

“Come on.” He said. “I have a better idea.”

Peter held your hand and led you to Bryant Park. He kicked himself for not realizing that you’d like getting to see the real world versus the inside of some fancy restaurant. And sure enough, you were blown away. People that you passed smiled when you looked at them. A few kids ran by that were blowing bubbles and you stopped to pop one. A lady complimented your dress and another one complimented your hair. You felt seen and appreciated by the humans in the way you’d always seen and appreciated them. You no longer felt like you were below them in the water and had finally become among them.

“Do you want to walk around?” Peter asked you. You nodded eagerly before taking off running.

“Or run.” Peter shrugged and ran after you.

You ran down the pathway with your arms out and spun around under a streetlight. Peter watched you with an endearing smile on his face and just sat back to let you experience the moment. You ran back to him eventually and kissed him in front of everyone. Peter blushed at how unaffected you were by the onlookers and held you close.

“Flower for the lady?” A man asked as he wheeled his wagon of roses over to you and Peter. Peter thanked him and gave him a dollar before hanging you the rose. You smiled at the man in appreciation before biting the entire head off the flower and chewing it. The man was too stunned to speak as he watched you swallow the flower. You made a face at Peter to show you didn’t like it and Peter turned to the man with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry. She’s not from around here.” Peter explained.

You were unfazed by the interaction and kept on exploring. A bed of flowers behind a small fence caught your eye and you to it. You threw yourself into the flowers and rolled around in them with the biggest smile on your face. You felt the grass against your skin and rolled on your side to watch a bee pollinating one of them. Once the park fountain caught your attention, you got up and ran to lean on the edge of it. You reached out to touch the water and gathered some in your hands before throwing it in the air to feel it fall over you.

“This is the most Disney princess shit I’ve ever seen.” Peter said to himself as he watched you.

Your eyes then shifted to a fire pit in the middle of the park. It was the modern kind where the flame rested on a bed of glass rocks. You watched the fire flicker with wide eyes and just had to reach out to touch it. Peter saw your hand getting close to the flame and tried to stop you.

“Wait, don’t touch-“

He was too late and watched you yank your hand back after being burned. He rushed to you and held your finger in his hand to inspect it.

“Are you okay?” He asked you with worry. You looked up at him with the biggest smile and nodded your head. You’d just been burned for the first time. You’d seen fire only in pictures in books that had fallen off ships and now you finally felt the pain of the flame. Peter relaxed when he saw how happy you were about it and wrapped an arm around you.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, making you realize you were. He brought you over to a food truck that was much more his speed than the fancy restaurant.

“This is the menu. What looks good to you?” He asked. You stepped closer to the menu and saw something you’d seen humans eat millions of times at the beach. You pointed to it and looked at Peter, who gave you a proud smile.

“I was thinking the same thing. Two hotdogs, please.” He asked the vender. The vender handed you a hot dog in one of those red and white baskets and you jumped up and down in excitement. You felt so human in that moment that it forced you to stop for a moment and look around. This was your life now. The place you were once forbidden to go was now your home. You looked to Peter with the sun setting behind him and felt your heart burst with fondness for him. You touched his face and pulled him in for a long kiss to thank him for the date.

Once you finished eating, you held hands and walked home underneath the streetlights. You were looking around and admiring the way the city looked at night from up close. When you got back to the tower, Peter brought you up to his room for the first time.

“This is my bed for when I stay here.” Peter said as he gestured to his bed. It was much bigger than the one you saw at his apartment and looked so inviting that you walked right up to it. Peter watched as you ran your hand along the stain sheets as far as your fingertips could reach. It was the softest material you had ever felt before and reminded you of gliding your hand through water. You climbed inside the bed and felt the sheets against your bare legs, sending shivers down your spine. It was something as simple getting into a bed, but it meant the world to you to be able to do it. You looked up at Peter and patted the space beside you to signal him to come in. He blushed and climbed into the bed before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.

“Did you know you’re my first girlfriend?” He shyly confessed. You opened your mouth to tell him he was your first boyfriend, forgetting that you couldn’t speak. Your lips closed in a frown and Peter could sense how badly you wanted to speak.

“It’s okay.” He said softly. “I know it’s hard right now but this won’t last forever. We’re gonna fix this.”

You smiled tightly and nodded your head but still felt a lingering sadness over your voice being taken. Peter felt his guilt nipping at him when he saw your melancholia. He knew it was his fault that you were silent and it killed him to know it was killing you. All he could hope was that it was fixed soon and you never had to know what Peter had done.

Peters alarm went off the next morning, pulling him out of his sleep earlier than he would’ve liked. He groggily rubbed his eyes before detangling his limbs from yours. He pressed a kiss on your shoulder and then got out of the bed. He felt your hand grab his wrist and turned around to see you sitting up with a sleepy look of confusion.

“Sorry to wake you, honey.” He whispered. “I’d love to stay with you but I have to go to school.”

Your eyes lit up when you heard him mention school and you eagerly pointed to yourself.

“Would you want to come with me?” Peter asked in surprise. You quickly nodded your head and Peter smiled.

“Oh, sure. I’m sure that’ll be okay. I’ll just tell my professors that you’re shadowing me.” He shrugged. You didn’t know what that meant so you tilted your head to the side.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved his hand. “Go get dressed for you first day of school.”

For your first day of school, you borrowed a pair of shorts and a white tank top from Natasha and a button up shirt from Peter. You left it open the way you’d seen humans do because you wanted to blend in.

“Ready?” Peter asked you when he saw that you were dressed. You nodded in excitement and took his hand.

Peter brought you to the public bus stop and held you close as you waited. You were a little nervous about getting on the bus since it looked like a bigger, scarier car. You got on it and were met with looks from every single person sitting down. You hadn’t noticed that Peter had taken a seat so when the bus pulled away from the curb, you went flying and landed on his lap. Peter caught you and chuckled a little, to which you faked a laugh in return. A pregnant woman walked by and your eyes went wide. She gave you a dirty look, thinking you were judging her but you’d just never seen a pregnant person before. You reached out to touch her stomach and she slapped your hand away. Peter got up and offered her his seat to quickly assuage the situation. She sat down, leaving you and Peter standing. He held on to the pole so you did the same. You didn’t hold on tight enough and went flying once again when the bus stopped short. Someone caught you and pushed you off of them with annoyance. You opened your mouth to apologize but no words came out. Peter apologized for you and mumbled some explanation about how you weren’t from around here. You felt embarrassment sink in and no longer liked being on the bus. You momentarily missed being able to swim to wherever you wanted to go. More people got on the bus and your found yourself squished between two people. You looked at Peter for help but his face told you that this was totally normal. Not wanting to stand out or cause a scene, you held your breath and waited for the bus to get less crowded. Finally, the bus pulled up to Peters campus and got off the bus as quickly as you could. You started to walk forward and almost got run over by a student going by on a bike. Peter caught you when you stumbled back and pulled you out of the way.

“Sorry. I should’ve warned you about New York. Your head needs to be on a constant swivel.” He explained. You faked a smile and held his arm tightly as he navigated through the campus. You relaxed a little and started to people watch all the students on Peters campus. You’d never seen so many different kinds of people at once. Peter brought you to his first class and you were immediately the center of attention. Peters classmates had never been more interested in him than this moment. Your otherworldly beauty made everyone turn to you with curiosity.

“Peter, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is my girlfriend. She’s shadowing me today.” Peter replied.

“What’s your name?” A girl in front of you asked. You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

“This is Y/n. She’s nonverbal.” Peter explained. You furrowed your eyebrows because you didn’t know what mute meant but you couldn’t ask for an explanation.

“Wait, so she like, doesn’t talk?” The girl asked Peter without looking at you.

“No. She doesn’t.” Peter shook his head.

“Is she deaf?” Someone asked him while another clapped next to your ear. You didn’t understand why people were asking him things about you instead of asking you directly. It was like once they learned you couldn’t speak, they couldn’t see you.

“No, she’s not deaf. She can hear you. She just can’t talk.” Peter answered, started to get annoyed.

“She’s so cute. She should sit by me.” Another girl said to Peter instead of you.

“Where do you get your hair done?” A girl asked as she grabbed a handful of your hair. You uncomfortable moved away from her but she just touched it again. You didn’t know why she thought she could just touch you but you couldn’t tell her not to.

“Where is she from?” A boy asked Peter.

“She’s from California.” Peter quickly lied. You frowned again and wanted to correct him and say you’d never been to California, but you couldn’t.

“She doesn’t dress like she’s from California.” Someone mumbled, making you look down at your clothes.

“I knew it. Everyone from California looks like a movie star. Did you know any celebrities?” One of his classmates asked and touched your hair again.

“She lived next to Toni Colette actually.” Peter lied again. You looked at him in confusion because you didn’t know who that was and Peter just gave you an awkward smile. You were both hoping everyone would leave you alone now, but no such luck.

“I cannot believe Parker scored a chick like this. Do you have any sisters?” A boy asked you with a look on his face that made you feel uncomfortable. It reminded you of the way the sharks from home looked at their prey.

“No. She’s an only child.” Peter replied and put a protective arm around you. You turned to Peter with a hurt expression. That wasn’t true. You had many sisters, all whom you loved and missed. You could never return to them, but you could at least keep them in your heart by speaking of them. Only, you couldn’t speak. Peter had to speak for you. And in the moment, you realized you didn’t like that. You didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, class. Please return to your seats.” The professor said as she clapped her hands. You felt relief when everyone turned around and let you alone. Peter slipped his hand into yours and gave it a squeeze that you did not return. He caught your eye and smiled at you, to which you faked a smile back. You felt upset with him but you couldn’t even tell him that.

You sat quietly beside Peter as his professor taught the class. You sat up straight and listened to every word because you always loved when you got to learn something new. You noticed the students around you had their heads down or phones out and you didn’t understand why no one else was appreciating getting to learn. The professor started to talk about Islands and you felt more in your element.

“Can anyone tell me in what ocean you would find the island of Madagascar?” She asked the class. The class was silent and hardly anyone was looking at the professor.

“I like to move it move it.” A boy said behind his hand in a funny voice. Everyone laughed and the teacher looked annoyed but you didn’t understand what was funny. Another boy turned around and tapped your desk to get your attention.

“Hey, Y/n. I think Moto Moto likes you.” He said through a laugh as he pointed to the boy who asked you if you had any sisters before. You looked at him and he made a gesture that you didn’t recognize but made his friend slap him on the back of the head for it.

“Dude, knock it off before I report you for harassment. Again.” Peter said through gritted teeth. The boys turned around and you had a million questions about the whole interaction but no words to ask them with. Instead, you raised your hand to give the correct answer. Madagascar would be found in the Indian Ocean about 260 miles from the East Coast of Africa. It was where your sister Indira was from and where she ruled in place of your father. The professor noticed you with your hand raised and smiled.

“Looks like our shadow has an answer. Go ahead.” The teacher called on you. You proudly opened your mouth to give the answer but nothing came out. You touched your throat and tried again, but you were speechless.

“What happened, shadow? Cat got your tongue?” A boy snickered, making the whole class laugh at you.

“If it’s a tongue she needs, I got one she could borrow.” Another boy said, making his friends laugh harder and clap him on the back. You looked around at everyone laughing at you and felt tears come to your eyes.

“Leave her alone. She’s deaf.” A girl said, only making everyone laugh and look at you more.

“Um, no she’s not. Like I said, she’s just nonverbal. She can hear everything.” Peter came to your defense. Before anyone else could say something, the bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You jumped when you heard the bell, only giving everyone another reason to laugh at you. You quickly got up and left the room, leaving Peter behind. He caught up to you in the hallway and slipped his hand into yours.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think they’d act like that.” He said apologetically. You didn’t want Peter to think you didn’t like being at school or other humans, so you faked a smiled and shrugged as if it didn’t affect you.

Other students started pouring out of their classrooms and the hallway became crowded like the bus. You felt squished once again and had your foot stepped on by someone who didn’t stop to say sorry. Everyone moved one way and you walked that way too, not having any choice to go against the current. Peters hand was pulled out of yours at some point and you lost sight of him. You could see his head bopping above the crowd a few paces ahead but couldn’t call out to him to let him know where you were. You started to feel tears come to your eyes but you weren’t really sure why. You felt overwhelmed and overstimulated by all the people and noises. That was something you liked about the ocean. The ocean could be quiet. The outside noise was muffled by the water when you needed it to be. The above world was anything but quiet. The traffic whizzing by on the street, the multiple different conversations going on around you at once, the music playing on a speaker in the distance, and the birds overhead were making you feel like you were trapped in a plastic bag and couldn’t get out. It was all too much and you needed to sit. You pushed through the crowd and heard people calling you rude or mumbling things about “Peters weird shadow” but you had to ignore it all. You found a bench and sat down on it before putting your head in your hands. It wasn’t long before Peter found you and took a seat next to you. He silently put his arm around you and you felt yourself get emotional again. You had such high hopes for the human world but today had drained you.

“Is your shadow okay?” Someone asked Peter as they passed by.

“She’s fine.” Peter replied. You didn’t know it was a human custom to say you were fine no matter how you were feeling, so you were frustrated beyond belief at this point. You were finally among the humans but you couldn’t ask them your questions and get some answers. You were surrounded by people your age for the first time and you couldn’t say a single word to them. On top of that, everyone was calling you “shadow” and treating you either like some kind of pet or a pariah.

“I had a bad day.” Was all you wanted to say. Just speaking those five words would be enough. You needed to say it out loud for it to be validated. You needed someone else to know that you were struggling.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Bringing you here.” Peter said quietly. You nodded your head and gave him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you were expecting.” He said with sympathy. Peters ability to read your mind gave you a sense a peace because you knew that even if you couldn’t speak, there was always someone who could tell what you were thinking. You took his hand and squeezed it to let him know you appreciated it but it wasn’t his fault. Only, it was Peters fault. And that’s all he could think about in that moment.

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[edit 12/27] Hey go reblog this instead thx

It’s a really fucking boring party. Phillip is here purely for lack of anything better to do, including sitting on his couch and binging Parks and Recreation, which he’s done three times this year already.

(Lyndie glared at him when he demurred yet again, but then softened.

“Babes, I know it’s been hard on you, but you have to get out there. Not in a find yourself a nice rebound way, although I do think it would be beneficial, but you have to get out and talk to people.”

“And who exactly am I going to talk to, love?” He was fine with Tim getting pretty much the entire friend group after the breakup initially, but it was real fucking depressing looking at his contacts and realizing there wasn’t anybody who wanted to hear from him.

“Somebody. Anybody. Not everybody in the fucking world is part of Tim’s circle.” Lyndie’s trying her best, bless her, but that’s what sisters (or close as) do, right? It’s not fair to her to be his one social lifeline.

“All right. For you.”

She beamed that damnable grin that makes everybody fall over themselves to do what she wants, him included, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks babes. You won’t regret this.”

“We’ll see.”)

It’s an exhibit opening, and now that Phillip’s looked at the art (pedestrian, derivative) and nibbled at the platters (Costco, of all things. Not that they’re bad, but absolutely not in keeping with the atmosphere), he’s taken his plastic glass of Three Buck Chuck to find a corner to people-watch.

In the back next to the one actually interesting sculpture, he nods to a man dressed in the most fascinatingly archaic suit. No, that’s not the right word. It’s like he bought all his clothes at one time and never bothered to replace them because they really don’t make them like they used to. They’re at least forty years out of style, but they fit well.

Phillip takes a sip of the wine. Oh god, he’d forgotten how awful this plonk is, not really being a person who frequents places where the quantity of alcohol is more desirable than the quality.

“I regret I don’t have a fine vintage to offer you, but this has to be better than whatever swill they’re providing.” The other man holds up a flask, smiling. He’s not exactly handsome—his eyes are too small and his ears stick out too much for that, but he has a sharp, curious demeanor that makes Phillip want to know more.

He takes the flask, ignoring how their fingers brush, and downs more than is probably polite. It’s whiskey of some sort, burning sweet on the way down.

“Thank you,” he says, handing it back. “It is very much an improvement.”

The man screws the lid back on, puts the flask back in his jacket pocket. “A fine bourbon, American of course. Certainly other countries produce it, but it never tastes quite right. Like a bagel made outside of New York.” His accent is something Phillip has heard but never actually encountered in person, almost parodic in its intensity. It’s fascinating.

“They do make bagels elsewhere. And they’re nothing like the ones in New York.” Phillip says, just to be a shit.

“Indeed, and I do not mean to impugn their quality. But I suppose we latch onto the examples we first encounter as the ideal.” He puts out his hand. “Benoit Blanc. If we’re going to have a conversation I suppose we should get a little more acquainted.”

“Phillip Owen.” The other man’s hand is warm, his grip assertive and confident.

“A pleasure, Mr. Owen.” It might be the whiskey, but Phillip swears Blanc’s voice is warmer, more friendly.

“I don’t mean to be presumptuous or rude, but your name does not strike me as particularly Southern.”

Instead of bristling in offense like Phillip expected, Blanc just smirks, a little reproving. “How quickly we forget history, Phillip.” His smile takes any sting there might have been from the words.

“Now that I’m to get a lecture it’s Phillip?” He keeps his voice light. This is probably the most interesting conversation he’s had in a long time, which is probably a bit sad when he thinks about it, but he’s a little buzzed from the whiskey and he’s enjoying himself much more than he thought he would tonight.

“Lecture is such a stuffy word. Call it a gentle reminder of things that should be more prominent in your memory.” Blanc’s kind of a shit too, and god help him, Phillip is into it.

“Then tell me what I should remember, Benoit,” he says, as gravely as he can.

The other man winces, like he’s physically pained. “I hate that name. By the love of whatever you consider holy, Blanc, please.”

Impulsively, he reaches for Blanc’s hand. “I’ll call you whatever you like if we get out this stuffy hellhole into a place with better liquor and a place to sit.” Is it forward? Absolutely. But it’s been a long time since he’s had anybody besides Lyndie to talk to, and he didn’t realize how much he missed it until now.

Blanc looks a bit surprised, but his mouth curls slow into a smile that might promise something more. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

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wonwooslibrary · 1 year

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svt as boyfriends ♡ junhui edition

member: junhui <3 genre: fluff, bullet points word count: 940 summary: junhui's boyfriend things <33 warnings: none !! it's all fluff <3 author's note: hello and welcome to sam's new birthday-based svt bullet point series..and who better to start with than gasp junhui !!!

I think that Junhui is the type of boyfriend where you can’t predict his next move, but like. In a good way?

Is he going to plan a movie night for the both of you? Or is he going to plan a week-long vacation to some kind of tropical island for you?

Jun is truly the best of both worlds !

Quality Time

Jun would love spending time with his s/o! For example, if you just wanted to sit on the couch and read a novel, there is no way he wouldn’t join! He would sit with you next to you in the living room, calm music playing, and playing Genshin

bc even tho I know nothing abt it, I know that Jun is so addicted to mobile games there is no way he wouldn’t play Genshin

Jun also would love practicing a dance and looking over his shoulder and :O there you are! Studying for an exam while he pulls a twice and dances the night away!

Even though you are doing different things, Jun loves just being around you <3 Being in the same room is enough for him !!!!

Words of Affirmation

This man is a man of compliments !!!

I feel like Jun’s way of showing love in words would be like. Dad jokes.

He speaks in memes and I love that for him, so if he just wakes up and the first thing he says is a really awful pun, just know that is his way of saying “I love you”

And this man is fluent in multiple languages pls he would totally say something under his breath in Mandarin about how amazing and beautiful you are, but when you ask what he said and be like ???

He’d just go “oh i never said anything hehehe” and it would annoy you

But after a while you’d learn that he’s not making fun of you, but instead complimenting you in the language close to his heart !!!

God I love this man

Physical Touch

I have one word for this man and physical touch.

C U D D L E S

He doesn’t care where you are, or what you are doing, he loves just hanging off of you like a koala

You ran into a friend of yours from school? He’s got a hand on the small of your back encouraging you to not be nervous in front of someone you haven’t seen in a long time

You are doing chores around the house and are stopping for a water break? Junnie’s wrapping his arms around you in a back hug so fast you can’t swallow your water in time

Also bonus points on this one if he scares the crap out of you bc he’d just be vibing and then walk so silently that you’d think he was a demon or something !

If you’re watching a movie or vibing on the couch together, he’d rest his head on your thigh (or visa versa ! ) and you’d just rake your fingers through his hair until he rubs at his face because his bangs are tickling him

Or stabbing him in the eyes, whichever comes first !

Jun would never be nervous or scared to cuddle you or touch you in any way - if he sees that you’re nervous he wants to let you know that he is here for you, and if it’s not the time for words, he won’t stop himself from a back rub or a shoulder pat!

Acts of Service

Picture this: the both of you go grocery shopping, and you are pushing the cart. When Jun finally decides to stop filling the cart with snacks and notices you’re struggling to push the cart because it’s a bit heavier than expected…

He doesn’t even take a breath before shooing you from behind the cart and pushing it himself !

After you’re he’s done paying for the groceries and they’re all bagged up - he’ll do the heavy lifting of putting the bags in the cart and pushing it to the car! And he’ll even pick up the heaviest ones and put them in the backseat for you

When you come home from classes one day and he notices that you’re stressed out? Don’t worry - he’ll do the bulk of making dinner AND cleaning up!

When you question him about it, he just shrugs his shoulders

Jun is the type where he would do something without thinking - especially if it means helping you be more happy and comfortable !

Gift Giving

I honestly feel that at the beginning of a relationship, Junhui is going to be SUPER awkward and since he’s not gonna know how to show you his love, he sticks with quality time!

But the further you get into a relationship he learns that there are always better ways to show you just how he feels about you and that ….. Does not include buying gifts :((

But he has his reasons! He’d be too scared of buying you something you don’t like or won’t use! He doesn’t want to embarrass you in front of your classmates and coworkers by delivering flowers…so he just sticks to the basics !

Using his card to buy groceries, keeping your favorite snacks stocked up in the cupboards, and even leaving you some cash every day to get yourself a drink and a snack in the morning before work or classes

Even though he’s not getting you anything too special, you appreciate the thought, and make sure to let him know that you love everything he does for you, and that you’re very thankful to be with him and have him in your life <3

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wellthebardsdead · 8 months

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Clockwork heart pt32

Part 31 here

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Nerevar: *leaning back in his seat, staring out the canvas of the carriage* You look nervous.

Caryalind: I am. My father doesn’t exactly know I’m here after all. Nor does the rest of the dominion.

Nerevar: Best we go with our plan to use that for our advantage then. Make it look as though you’ve met me half way from the isles and morrowind for negotiations.

Caryalind: *nods* oh that part I’m not afraid of. It’s what’ll happen when word reaches my fathers ears if this goes wrong.

Nerevar: it won’t. *smiles a little knowing his words made Wyrm smile, even if he can’t see his face*

Caryalind: *glances at him, then beside him where their dunmer companion sits invisible from their view. Feeling strangely comforted as well by nerevars certainty in the young elfs abilities* … *glances back out of the carriage as it comes to a halt past the gates* we’re here.

Nerevar: *nods and sits patiently as guards approach the carriage, only to nearly choke on his own smirk as they stagger back in shock, one falling flat on his ass as Caryalind casually steps out into the snow*

Caryalind: *kindly exterior now overshadowed by the princely manner he was raised to present, staring down at the guard in the snow* Hmph. The dominions best I see… Elenwen is truely full of disappointments, is this how you greet the nobility visiting our facilities? By flailing like a mudskipper at their feet?

Guard: y-your grace forgive me- w-we weren’t expecting you- *scrambles to his feet and stands to attention with the other guards*

Caryalind: *scoffs* Weren’t expecting me? Don’t tell me. Your superiors never received my correspondence? Is that why my companion and I were forced to travel here unguarded?

Guard 2: F-forgive me your highness. We received no notice from our superiors to be expecting your arrival, or your- companion?

Caryalind: *sighs sounding genuinely annoyed, bordering just short of pissed off* Yes. The Hortator? The king of morrowind? Indoril Nerevar? Any of those names ringing in your empty skulls?

Nerevar: Calm yourself young prince.

The guards: *all back up in a mix of genuine fear and awe as the chimer steps out of the carriage, his blue cape contrasting his golden skin and white hair beautifully, and concealing the dunmer stowaway beneath it*

Nerevar: Perhaps the courier was attacked. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this.

Caryalind: If it wasn’t happening so frequently I’d be reasoned to believe you my lord. But from the moment I set foot in this- barren frozen wasteland I’ve been met with nothing but disappointment from my subordinates and it’s evidently effecting the quality of your stay as well.

Nerevar: *smiles gently at him, masking his smirk as he watches the guards tremble before them* I’m sure some reprimanding may be in order. But I assure you I’ve found no displeasure in your company, as of yet. *reaches down as if to adjust his cape to step back, masking his signal to Wyrm that they’re going to walk* Shall we go inside though? I’m freezing.

Caryalind: Ah, yes. Forgive me. *gestures for nerevar to walk ahead before glaring at the guards with an expression that could make any grown Mer cry*

The guards: *scramble up the stairs and to the door, holding it open for them while another runs inside to frantically inform elenwen who just arrived*

Wyrm: *shuffling quietly beside nerevar and into the embassy, feeling relief wash over him as he finally sets foot inside, only to nearly empty his bowels as a woman’s voice greets his father and friend*

Elenwen: By the gods! Your highnesses- Lord thallery- In-indoril nerevar! Please forgive me had I of known you’d be coming-

Caryalind: Had you have known?! You’re to tell me you didn’t receive a single letter? A note? Not a mere hint of correspondence from myself? My father? Not even the council of my arrival? Nor anything from Lord nerevar and the houses who all signed off on approving this meeting?!

Elenwen: I- I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this your grace-

Nerevar: *stands idly by hiding his pleasure at watching her squirm, just quietly adjusting himself and lifting his cape in a manner to look like he’s simply shaking the snow off of it. Everyone completely oblivious to the invisible dunmer sneaking off behind the bar*

Wyrm: *creeps around past the guards and behind the counter, spotting malborn enjoying the show* pssst. Psssst malborn it’s me. Don’t acknowledge me just unlock the door like you’re grabbing wine like we planned.

Malborn: *looks down towards the voice but quickly corrects himself making it look like he was just looking for something* okay- *stands upright* gods did I leave it in the kitchen again? *turns and opens the door before opening the kitchen door* Tsavani is the dustpan in the storage again? One of the bottles wasn’t turned correctly and went off.

Tsavani: why would you need a dustpan for that? And what is that smell?

Malborn: That smell is the wine, the bottle exploded when I popped the damned cork. *walks around and opens the door to the storage, grabbing the dustpan and sighing with relief as he feels Wyrm tap his leg letting him know he’s going by* Maybe if you’d spend more time turning the bottles instead of rubbing your face in moon sugar I wouldn’t need the dustpan! *huffs walking back out and locking the door*

Tsavani: Shhhisssk! Get out of here. *huffs*

Malborn: *grabs a wash cloth as he goes by, selling his act of cleaning up a spill as he walks back out to the party, making eye contact with nerevar for a brief moment*

Nerevar: *tilts his head in acknowledgment of him letting him know he sees without giving him away* … *looks back at the rest of the party, pretending he’s listening to elenwen frantically trying to smooth things over and Ondolemar droning on towards other higher ups* good luck hla aka…

*meanwhile*

Wyrm: *holding his breath as he creeps further into the embassy, trying not to make a sound as he passes by the thalmor mages leaning against a counter by the door, feeling a strange sense of familiarity to them and the building itself as he wonders if Taliesin knew them, their names their families, if he lived in these very walls, befriended them*

Thalmor Mage: You heard about Piper?

Thalmor Guard: Yes, dreadful isn’t it? They found master Sanyons body rotting beside those filthy dogs, Piper though? No where in sight. They thought maybe it was wolves or he was used by the necromancer they encountered whilst scouting for their remains.

Thalmor Mage: It’s tragic isn’t it. I hope his family can find peace that he died serving the dominion… such a waste of a skilled tongue… At least master Sanyon was proven right about the shrine though~ that really wiped the smirk off Elenwens face.

Wyrm: *pouts for a moment hoping he’d of heard taliesins real name, but quickly sucks it up and hurries along out the door as the guards suddenly get up to go about their duties* gods that was cl- *covers his own mouth seeing a thalmor mage patrolling the snowy courtyard nearby him*

*a few minutes later*

Wyrm: *sighs with relief as he enters the main offices and quarters of the higher ups only to find it seemingly empty* okay… just need to find Elenwens offi- *pauses seeing his fingers beginning to appear, and panicking realising he only has one potion left* okay quickly I can do this. *sneaks his way over to the offices, rummaging through one and finding nothing, before entering Elenwens and opening a chest* yes! *reaches in pulling out 4 dossiers, barely containing his glee as he finds one labeled esbern*

???: hm? Hello?

Wyrm: *quickly shoves the books into his bag before fixing his cloak over his armour as he fumbles for his last potion only to run out of time as he sees a tall justiciar walking towards the offices* crap- *hides the potion knowing if he uncorks it he’ll be heard and trapped regardless* huh? Hello? *steps out into view, his cloak doing enough to make him look more like a well dressed traveller than a thief*

Rulindil: *halts in his tracks taking in the unusual elf and trying to place why he seems familiar* Ah. And who might you be?

Wyrm: *trying to think fast, knowing he may need to fight if this goes south* O-oh I’m Wyrm Gro Shub. From the college of winterhold. I’m here at the behest of-

Rulindil: *finally clicking why he recognises him* Oh yes, Ancanos little companion. I was hoping I’d get to meet you some day. May I ask- why you are here though?

Wyrm: *blinks and shuffles nervously trying to look shy as he clears his throat* A-ah I didn’t realise he was- telling others about us already h-heh. I’m here on business with the bards collage actually- they, have a manuscript that was stolen from the arcanum some time ago and it turned up in their records. Ancano he, well. He asked me to come gather some of his belongings for him and to inform his superiors he’ll be extending his stay to observe the new arch mage Mirabelle Ervine.

Rulindil: New arch mage? What happened to Savos?

Wyrm: that’s- still under investigation I’m afraid. In truth nobodies really sure what happened. We just know there was a loud bang and suddenly he was laying dead in the courtyard covered in casters burn.

Rulindil: HA! *claps his hands together in delight* Even the most ‘powerful’ of mages can never be as powerful as their own egos. *steps closer getting a better look at the younger elf* I must say Ancano was correct with describing you in his letters as well. You certainly are an, interesting but, lovely sight, but- how did you get into the offices?

Wyrm: oh I arrived unaware of lady Elenwens party and I was directed here. Rather rudely I might add, I got shoved by like they didn’t want me to be seen and then thrown out into the courtyard and directed here to speak with, well, I’m assuming you? I couldn’t really hear what they said with my head in the snow.

Rulindil: *recalling all the guards along with elenwen in a panic over Caryalind & Nerevars arrival and completely believing his words, recalling how ancano referred to him as naive and innocent and simply assuming he’d be a terrible liar* Oh gods, do forgive me I’ll be sure to reprimand them accordingly. *walks over to his desk and pulls out a chair* please, sit. I’ll go retrieve Ancanos belongings for you and perhaps we can discuss more about his dealings in the collage?

Wyrm: oh, um, yes thank you. *bows his head respectfully before sitting down*

Rulindil: Splendid. I’ll send a guard down with refreshments, it may take me a while. *walks off upstairs, completely unaware of the dunmers true intentions*

Wyrm: *sits patiently, fidgeting with his mechanical hand and looking innocent until the justiciar passes by the balcony* … *gets up and hurries down the stairs he’d spotted before uncorking his last potion and hurrying into a scene of nightmares, a torture room, a heavily guarded, torture room* …Oh biscuits.

*a few minutes later*

Voryn: *sighs cleaning the blood off his hammer after smashing the frost trolls head in like a watermelon, watching the trap door with growing anxiety as Kaidan & Inigo pace nervously* if he’s not out in 10 minutes I’m going in there.

Kaidan: I’m not letting you go in alone.

Inigo: yes my friend it is a death wish to go in there by yourself, our friend will be-

Wyrm: *suddenly drops down from the trap door and rolls over the ledge directly into voryns lap* Ugh!! Oooowwwwwwww- ATA!

Voryn: Wyrm! *pulls him into his arms holding him tight* by the gods yo- *lifts his cape* In your underpants!! Where’s your armou- *blinks watching as a Breton suddenly rolls down from the trapdoor dressed in Wyrms guild armour*

Etienne: Thank you! I owe you my life!!! *waves to Wyrm before running out of the cave exit*

Wyrm: I gave it to him.

Voryn: *sighs* oh gods you’re too sweet for your own good.

Kaidan: *wraps Wyrm in his cape as well* Let’s get back to the inn and wait for the others yeah?

Voryn: *nods smiling up at him* yes, I sense no distress from nerevar, I’ll let him know Wyrm is free.

Taliesin: *suddenly hurries in from outside having seen etienne run out, mistaking him for Wyrm at first given the armour* Wyrm just- *blinks seeing his lover safely bundled in Voryns lap* Oh little moth, my darling.

Wyrm: *immediately tears up reaching for him* t-Tali, teacup!

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *watching Elenwen get drunk beyond words on wine as she has a meltdown in the corner fearing punishment upon punishment for displeasing Caryalind and himself* She’s going to regret a lot more in the morning than simply pissing you off.

Caryalind: Good. *sips his wine*

#wyrm dragonborn #caryalind skyrim #skyrim taliesin #nerevar #voryn dagoth #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim

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khazadspoon · 10 months

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I couldn’t get anything done without Boostle happening in my head so I had to get this out. Everything is pain.

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There’s a quiet gasp as the rush of air dissipates. Bright light fades back to the dim light of his workshop, and Ted turns instinctively to smile at his friend.

“Hey-”

The greeting dies in his mouth. This isn’t his Booster: there’s lines around his mouth, bags under his eyes without the goggles to hide them, dust on his suit and an almost lacklustre quality to his usually shining hair. It’s shorter, too.

“Teddy,” Booster all but breathes. The crack in his voice is something Ted associates with falling onto the sofa after a very long fight with some inter dimensional demon or alien or… anything but saying hello.

He knows immediately this Booster is from somewhere unpleasant.

“What happened?” He asks, taking his work gloves off as he steps forward to assess his friend. There are no injuries he can see, and that doesn’t mean much when it comes to internal bleeding or organ failure but still-

Booster just smiles at him tiredly, everything in his expression soft and yielding. “Nothing. Well… bit of trouble up in the ozone layer but nothing I can’t handle. I just- wanted to see you, is all.”

He takes in the way Booster is holding his hands, curled into fists at his sides as he always does when he’s restraining himself. Booster, his Booster from this time, does that more now. Ted doesn’t mention the fact he has noticed they don’t touch as much now - fewer casual hugs and less of Booster hanging off of him like a vine.

“How long has it been? For- for you, I mean?” He’s seen Booster in the last few hours. They’d had sandwiches and a coke.

“Five years. I… I’m trying to cut back.”

And if that doesn’t make Ted’s heart pound he doesn’t know what could.

“I missed you. I-” Future Booster’s lips tremble in that awful smile. “I shouldn’t, it’s not fair on- on either of us but I needed to…” tears start to pool in his big, blue eyes and Ted rushes to stop the man falling over as his knees give out.

He’s dead. Whenever Booster has come from, it’s a place he no longer lives in. He cradles Booster’s long body and sits them down on the floor, glad that at least the suit feels the same even if there is a bony quality to Booster’s body he doesn’t recognise. Or like. He plucks the not-quite filthy rag from his pocket and wipes at Booster’s face.

“Hey, hey buddy, it’s okay.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, apparently.

“No! No it’s not! I’m selfish, doing this! Jamie is doing so well and you’d be so proud of him but I can’t- I look at him and all I think about is you. I miss you so fucking much and it’s all kinds of wrong and dangerous for me to be here but I can’t help it!” Booster is nearly hysterical, grabbing onto Ted like he might fade out of existence at any moment. Maybe that’s what happens, sometime later in his life, but he knows better than to ask. “I’ll go, I promise, and I won’t come back this time but I- I needed to see you. Just for a minute.”

Booster looks at him with red eyes and it breaks Ted’s heart. He loves Booster, is just getting to grips with what that means, but that doesn’t make it any less true. They haven’t talked about it yet but Ted knows it’s part of what’s changed between them recently. And this Booster- he either knows and it was a thing before… whatever happened, or he knew and it wasn’t. Ted doesn’t know which is worse.

“I’m here, Boos,” he says weakly, reaching up to cup Booster’s face and stroke his cheekbone. “I’m here. You’ll be okay.”

The smile comes back, brighter and less strained, more like the Booster he knows and understands, and Ted smiles back. Booster leans into the contact and closes his eyes. His breathing starts to slow.

“Yeah…” He whispers. “I know. And I am, mostly, just… it gets to me sometimes. Missing you is hard. Hardest thing I’ve ever done, really.”

In another timeline this isn’t a thing, Ted thinks. There are infinite timelines, he understands, and for some reason he’s kind of glad this is the one he’s in. The gentle way Booster has started to cling to him now is something he won’t give up, even if it comes from something terrible. And being so important that Booster would travel so far to see him for just a moment is pretty good as far as ego-boosts go. He feels a bit guilty thinking that but it’s true.

After long minutes of silence, something the two of them have never been good at together, Booster takes a deep and hitching breath. “I gotta go,” he whispers, slipping from Ted’s grasp slowly but surely. “I’ll- goodbye, Teddy.”

“See you around, Booster.”

And then he’s gone. Another flash of light and the tingle of electricity on his skin. Ted stares at the place Booster has just been standing and tries to understand. He can’t, not in a million years and that isn’t exactly comforting.

But, he tells himself, he can make whatever time they have together better. He can give whatever Booster is in his own timeline some happy memories to keep.

Next time he sees Booster he’s going to make sure of that.

#boostle #blue beetle #booster gold #ted kord #michael carter #dc comcis

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 2 years

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He Hasn't Lost His Girl After All

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: part two to he lost his girl

It’s been five years since she’s been back. A lot has changed since she left when she was eighteen. She took a deep breath that led to a coughing fit. The air quality was not one of the things she missed. After Y/N left Ketterdam she went out to the countryside, moving in with her older brother, wife and two kids.

When she got there it was a drastic difference from what she was used to. But now it being five years later she thought she would pay a visit to the town that made her the girl she is now. Walking off the boat she looked around and smiled, she reached for the hand of the child next to her. When she told her brother she was going back for a little while his youngest wanted to go with her. Y/N was completely shocked when they said yes. She didn’t know any parents who would let their child go to Ketterdam at the age of seven… She assumed it was the fact that she lived there before and knew how to handle herself.

“Aunty Y/N, what are we gonna see first?” Alyssa bounced on the balls of her feet while holding her aunt’s hand. Y/N smiled down at her and started walking towards the main street, “Well, what would you like to see first?” Alyssa looked around, eyes wide in awe as she thought about all the stories she’s heard from her aunt. “Your friends. I wanna meet Jesper and Inej! Oh! And Nina! She sounds so funny!”

Y/N felt a slight pinch in her heart. She didn’t even know if her friends were still here… But it wouldn’t hurt to check. “Okay, Aly. First stop the Crow Club!” The little girl jumped and pointed down the wrong street, “To the Crow Club!”

Y/N laughed and turned her in the right direction, “This way, babe.” “To the Crow Club!”

They walked down the alleyways Y/N always walked down when she was younger, which she realised it probably would have been better to just walk down the main street with Alyssa… She wasn’t used to having a kid to care for while in Ketterdam. She was used to running free and wild. Walking down the alleyway now compared to when she was younger surprised her. She can see all the dangers lurking in the shadows, when before the streets of Ketterdam was her playground. She placed her hand on Alyssa’s shoulder and held her close to her side, her mind quickly locating where she placed her knife - just in case.

As they reached the Crow Club Y/N started to slow down. “Aunt Y/N/N? What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna see your friends?” She looked down into the pair of bright green eyes and put on a bright smile, “Of course I am! It’s just-”

“Then let’s go!” Alyssa grabbed her hand and pulled her to the doors. Taking a deep breath she pushed them open and looked inside. Nothing’s changed. She smiled softly as a ton of memories rushed into her mind. Alyssa let go of Y/N’s hand and ran to the bar, climbing onto one of the stools. “Is this where Jesper and you would share funny stories?!”

A few heads turned in her direction but were ignored. Y/N walked to her and smiled, “Yep! These seats exactly.” She turned to call the bartender, “One glass of water and…” She turned to see Alyssa crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head as a mother would, “Okay, make that two glasses of water please.”

Alyssa huffed, “Aunty Y/N/N… Daddy said you weren’t allowed to drink while with me.” Y/N smirked, “And I thought you were sleeping when we had that conversation, little missy.” They both laughed, “Okay, that’s one secret I don’t mind keeping from your dad.”

Once they got their waters a voice called from behind them, “Y/N? Y/N L/N?” Both girls turned to see who was talking to them. Once the Zemini boy came into view Alyssa hopped off her stool, “Who are you? And why do you know my aunt’s name?”

Y/N tried to stifle her laugh with her hand before reaching for her niece, “Love… That’s Jesper.” The seven year old turned back around with wide eyes, “You? You’re the Jesper?!” She ran to him and hugged his legs. He laughed, confused, and patted her head softly. Y/N stood up and made her way to give him a hug, “Hey Jes. How have you been?”

He hugged her back, “Hi, Love. It’s been all dark and gloomy without our little ball of sunshine.” She laughed while trying to get Alyssa to let go of his legs. “Aly, please let go. I’ll introduce you properly now, I promise.” She instantly let go and clung to her aunt instead. They both turned to Jesper, “Jes, this is my niece Alyssa. She’s a huge fan of your’s.”

Alyssa looked at him and smiled. Her eyes widened when she saw his revolvers on his belt, “Are those your magic guns…?” She whispered in awe. Jesper laughed loudly, “Yes they are, little one. Magic is exactly what they are. Thank you, Y/N.”

She winked at him then looked around, “Where is everyone else?” Jesper looked around, confused, “Oh! Right, they went out… I don’t remember where.” She chuckled, “Okay. Well, we should probably book a room somewhere in town. We’ll see you later!” Jesper walked after the pair and stopped them, “Your room is still at the Slat. He didn’t let us touch it since you’ve been gone. I’m sure he won’t mind you staying there again. Plus, it would be like old times!”

She laughed, “Let’s hope it’s not like old times. I have a child with me now. Keep things kid-friendly please.” He smirked and shook his head fondly, “So, what do you say? You’ll stay at the Slat?” Alyssa, who was leaning her head on her aunt’s shoulder, perked up, “The Slat?! Can we, can we, can we?! Pleeeease!” Y/N chuckled and nodded, “Okay, okay. We can stay there…”

“Great! I’ll walk you two over.” Y/N put Alyssa down so she could follow Jesper, copying his every move. Y/N chuckled watching her niece but her mind soon became clouded with thoughts of him. It’s been five years… A lot can change in five years. What if he wasn’t happy to see her? What if he didn’t want them staying at the Slat? What if he didn’t even say a word to her? Well, at least that’s not the worst thing that can happen. Alyssa! Y/N never told her about him. She didn’t even know her aunt had a boyfriend. What if she found out? What if she got mad at her for not telling her all about him? What if- “And here we are! Welcome back home, Y/N/N.”

She shook her head and walked through the door and smiled at the familiarity of it all. “Aunty, is this where you were before you came home to us?” She nodded at the little girl, “Yeah, this is where I stayed for practically all of my teen years.” Alyssa looked around in awe, “I wanna see your room!” Y/N picked up the little girl and ran up the stairs, holding her body close.

She walked them to a door and took a deep breath before twisting the knob open. She placed Alyssa down. Jesper was right when he said nothing has been changed. She walked in and looked around her teenage room. A sudden small sneeze came from behind her, “You should probably dust this place…” Y/N chuckled, “I’ll get on that.”

All day had passed and they were finally leaving the room after getting it spotless. Both girls walked down the stairs carrying a few cleaning supplies when they heard laughter coming from the kitchen. Alyssa looked up at her aunt, “Can I go and see who that is?” Y/N smiled, “Let’s put all of this away first, okay?”

They walked to the closet in the hallway and put everything away before making their way to the kitchen. Walking in Y/N finally saw her friends again. “Oh my Saints! Y/N!” Nina was the first to jump up and give her a huge hug. Y/N laughed and hugged her back, “Hey Nina!”

“What are you doing back?” Nina slowly let go of her and smiled as Y/N pointed to the little girl standing behind her. “I wanted to come back for a little while and Alyssa here wanted to tag along.”

Y/N bent down to the little girl’s level, “Aly, this is Nina. Nina, this is my niece.” Alyssa smiled so big Y/N though her face might split in half.

“You’re Nina?! I love you so much! Aunty Y/N has told me so much about you! And Inej!” She looked around the room and spotted another girl sitting at the table and ran towards her, “You must be Inej! ‘Cause you are the only other girl, plus you have long black hair. Hi! I’m Alyssa! Aunty Y/N has told me so much about you too! I think it’s cool how you know how to fight really well and can throw knives!” She swung her arm through the air as if she just threw a knife at the wall. Jesper laughed, as they all looked wide eyed at her with amused smiles.

She continued around the room naming everyone and completely fangirling over them and sharing with them all the things Y/N has told her. And finally she stood in front of Kaz looking up into the pair of black coffee eyes. “And you… I don’t know your name. Aunt Y/N/N must have not told me about you…” She pulled a thinking face, then her eyes lit up, “Oh! You must be Kaz, Aunty’s ex-boyfriend! Did you know that you hurt her really bad? That’s why I’m not gonna talk to you.”

Y/N’s face went pale as she heard these words. “Aly, babe? How did you know about that…?” Alyssa turned around and smiled shlyly, “Well… I might’ve been up past my bedtime and heard you talking with mommy… I’m sorry…” Y/N took a deep breath and smiled down at her, “Just promise me, no more eavesdropping. Okay?” Alyssa nodded slowly.

Y/N felt him looking at her but she looked everywhere else but him. Nina stood up, “Okay! Girl time! Finally! Let’s go!” She pulled Inej up and grabbed Y/N’s arm.

Jesper called after them, “I’ll watch the little one!” Alyssa jumped into his arms and nodded, smiling.

After about three hours of laughing, venting, crying and just catching up the girls decided it was time to go to sleep. Y/N walked back down to the kitchen looking for Alyssa, but right before she walked around the corner she heard her talking.

“I just wanna know whyyy.” A deep sigh was heard, “She deserved better. I couldn’t give her the life she deserved. So in order to give her that… I had to let her go… But there hasn’t been a single day that passed by without me thinking of her. I miss her every day, but she’s happy now. She lives a nice life with you and your family, little one. I’m sure I did the right thing, even if it ripped my heart out to do so.”

“No no no. You got it all wrong. That’s not how the story’s supposed to end. You messed up, I get it. But you are supposed to get her back. You are Prince Charming and Aunty Y/N is the princess. You’re supposed to win her heart back in a daring sword fight. Ooh! Or slay a dragon for her! That would be so cool… Plus, I know she misses you too. I know mommy and daddy told me not to eavesdrop, but I hear her talking to mommy all the time… She really misses you too.”

Y/N put her hand over her mouth to muffle her sob as she wipped the few tears that fell from her eyes. Maybe she hadn’t lost him completely… She really thought when he didn’t say anything at that moment, she lost him forever. But thanks to her seven year old niece she has a chance.

“Well, thank you for the relationship advice, little one.”

“You’re welcome! Aunty tells me I’m a twenty year old stuck in a seven year old’s body sometimes” Alyssa giggled and for the first time in a long time Y/N heard his laugh. It was quiet, but it was there. She smiled to herself and quickly pulled herself together. Walking into the kitchen she saw Alyssa sitting in front of Kaz on the table.

When Alyssa saw Y/N she jumped off the table and ran into her arms hugging her tightly. Kaz smiled slightly at the two of them. Y/N nodded at him and started walking out.

“Um- Y/N?”

She smiled to herself before turning around. “Yes, Kaz?”

Kaz cleared his throat, “Um… I wanted to ask if you- um, if you wanted to- uh, catch up tomorrow? Maybe walk around town…? If you want to.” She bit her lip to hide her smile as she nodded softly, “Yeah… I would like that. See you tomorrow then.” She turned back around and smiled widely.

Unseen to her Alyssa mouthed ‘Told you so’ to Kaz as they walked out. He chuckled and shook his head fondly. He walked up to his own room and smiled. He still has a shot.

Maybe he hasn’t lost his girl after all.

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Working Out with Ruggie Bucchi

You watch Ruggie work out in his dorm room, hehe

suggestive themes, working out, teasing, sweating, i hope you're hungry for nothing WC: 1308

Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.

You were counting in your head, the numbers increasing each time Ruggie did a push up. He had been busier than usual. Between his odd jobs and spelldrive stuff, you decided to take every chance you could to see him- even if that meant sitting on his bed counting the pushups he did.

Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four.

You watched quietly as he worked out, which was remarkable to say the least. The amount of reps he was able to perform without getting tired had you contemplating how much stamina he really had. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. He never seemed to get winded when he helped you move your dorm’s furniture or when he was running around all day for Leona.

Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.

Ruggie stopped at forty push ups, taking a long inhale and exhale as he got up from the floor. As he walked across the room, all you could think of was the drip sweating from his body. How you wanted to taste the saltiness of his skin at that moment. He grabbed his hand towel from the back of his desk chair. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he glanced over at you, still staring in awe at the specimen in front of your eyes.

“Hey,” he chuckled. “Is something on my face, why are you staring at me so hard?”

For a moment, you didn’t even process he was talking to you, you just continued to stare in silence. You were soaking in every part of his body you could see. The roundness of his ears, the way his eyes drooped, the sweat trailing its way over the ridges of his abdomen. Every part of him was more amazing the longer you stared.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even realize he had made his way over to the bed where you were at. Coming back to reality, his sleepy blue gray eyes were staring back at you, a mere inch from your face.

“Hey, I was talking to you,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I was distracted,” you said coyly.

His smile widened as he looked you over, sitting on his bed in his spelldrive hoodie and your favorite pair of black sweats. Ruggie never cared about his girl being dressed up like a doll; you were blessed to be able to wear things that were comfortable to you. Ruggie didn’t care what you wore, he just wanted you by his side.

“Are you sure you’re not bored? I know this isn’t like ideal ‘quality time’ but it’s the only free time I have today,” he said.

“I mean, I am a little bored, but it’s not bad. I don’t mind sitting here in silence- I just like being able to be around you,” you said.

You could see the wheels in Ruggie’s head were turning through the look he was giving you. After a few moments, he snapped his finger and said, “I got it! What if you help me with my workout? That way you aren’t as bored?”

“Rug, I don’t know anything about working out, how am I supposed to help you?” you asked in a whiny tone.

“Oh come on, there are tons of ways for you to help me,” he said. “You could- no that wouldn’t work. Well what if maybe- no, that doesn’t work either. Okay, what if you sat on my back while I did my next rep of push ups?”

You pondered on the idea, you sitting on Ruggie as he did his pushups. You had different plans on how to help, you figured it would make more sense to distribute your weight more evenly by laying on his back instead of sitting. The anticipation of being close to him again. The intoxicating smell of him feeling your senses, being able to feel his chest rise and fall under you. You wanted it all, and it couldn’t happen sooner in your mind.

“Sure, but I think I have a better plan,” you said with a small laugh and wink.

Ruggie got back on the floor where he was doing his reps earlier, seemingly waiting for you to sit on his back. You slowly got down and wrapped your arms around his ribcage as you laid your body on his. Ruggie snickered at this.“Well, that might actually work out better than sitting anyway,” he said.

You closed your eyes as you felt his body start to move up and down under you. You felt like you never wanted to let go of him, it had been so long since you had been able to really embrace him. You had been feeling so neglected and alone, just craving Ruggie and all his attention. Sometimes you hated how determined he was to succeed at everything he did, he was always pushing his standards higher and higher for himself.

You buried your head into his shoulder blades and drew in his smell with every breath you took. His workout made his natural musk come out stronger than usual, but to you it made you feel like you were getting high the longer you held it in your lungs. You could feel Ruggie starting to sweat now. How many pushups has he done? You weren’t even paying attention this time.

You opened your eyes and looked up towards the back of Ruggie’s head. The hair at the nape of his neck was darkening from how damp it was getting. His ears turned somewhat back indicating how serious he was about his workout.

You yearned for his attention, wanting him to be as serious about you at this moment. You took the opportunity to slowly raise your head towards his ears, giving them a light nibble. You felt Ruggie’s pushups hiccup under you, stopping only for a moment but continuing on right after.

You figured if you kept up at this, maybe the workout session would change to a different setting and pace. You took your chances again, this time moving your right hand up and down over his abdomen, inching lower and lower each time. Again, you felt Ruggie’s pushup hiccup under you again, but he said nothing the whole time.

With no real reaction, you felt like he was ignoring your advances, which was fine since he was really trying to get another workout in to stay in top form for spelldrive. You stopped with the ear nibbling and hand movements and continued to just hold him there as he did his pushups.

You realized you had been so in your own thoughts about Ruggie, that you had never heard his quiet counting he had been doing. He counted, “thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.”

As quick as he said forty, you felt him roll you off his back onto the floor, gently of course but also with a tad bit of aggression. He was over top of you, damn near pinning you to the ground in his swift motion. You had been trying to distract him this whole time, he probably wasn’t going to be happy if he had to do another rep for you causing him to lose track of counting.

“You make things… very hard… to keep myself together while I’m trying to focus and workout,” he said, gazing down at you. Small droplets of sweat fell from his forehead onto your face.

All you could think about was him, on top of you, sweat dripping, him panting over top of you. The sweet scents of your bodies together.

“I think… there is another way you can help me with my workout,” he said with a fangy grin.

“How many reps do I have to do?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, giggling as he picked you up off the floor.

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