#GOSH i love her so much she's my sweet sunshine lady

[nvoirs]

Could you do a Leon one shot where him and the reader are still in Spain and he catches Luis checking the reader out? Causing Leon to reveal his lust and love for the reader

I love this so much oh my gosh, here you go <3

You were glad that you and Leon had met Luis. The man was a ball of sunshine and he brightened up your mood when he cracked jokes every once in a while, he was also determined to help in your ‘quest’ as he called it.

“Luis, you really know how to make a crowd laugh.” You walked alongside him as Leon trudged behind his gaze hard but that’s just how he always was. You didn’t expect Leon to care if Luis was basically flirting with you, staring you up and down every time he engaged in a conversation with you, he’d never so much as shown a romantic interest in you.

“Senorita I only impress the best ladies, you could say that I’m a ladies man.” His big grin made Leon want to punch it off. His irked expression dissipated and his hands unclenched dropping at his sides when you glanced back at him giggling from Luis’s comment.

“Hey Leon, we can stop here and take a break.” You gestured to the small empty cabin, no ganandos in sight to try and snatch up Ashley.

“Baby eagle will be safe.” You added on. In reality, you were so exhausted your legs were sore from all the sprinting you’d done.

“Alright.” His curt response was expected. Ashley pipped up by Leon’s side clutching his arm which made you a bit annoyed but you really had no reason to be since you were shamelessly flirting with Luis. But Leon didn’t care, did he?

She mumbled about how she hated that stupid code name she was given, like what even is baby eagle? Her grumbling made you roll your eyes, as Leon made her sit down on the chair in the creaky old cabin.

“Take this time to rest.” Ashley nodded at him, her heart eyes evident had you turning your back and shutting the door harshly. Leaning your shotgun against the stony moss covered wall you pulled off your fingerless gloves before stuffing them into your back pocket.

You hadn't heard the creak of the cabin door open and Leon make his way around to you. “Cleaning weapons without me? No fair.” you gave him a look before turning around and continuing cleaning your handgun with the now dirty rag.

“What's up with you? you and Luis were just having a party of a conversation before.”

That pissed you off. “And have you got a problem with that Agent Kennedy?” The surname basis made Leon flinch as he trapped you between his arms caging you between the cabin wall and himself.

“Why are you really pissed, Agent?”

“I don't know, maybe ask Ashley.” You shot back. Oh shit you dumbass.

“Oh? don't tell me you're jealous of the president's daughter's hospitality, don't be It's just the way she was brought up.” His hand inched its way towards your leg, you could smell the mint of his breath gently fanning over your startled face.

“I'd say you have a little crush on me.. no? Forcing It onto Luis to get back at me.” His free hand that wasn't holding his gun came in contact with the softness of your dirt caked skin. He wiped a streak of mud with his rough padded thumb from under your eyelid and you let out a small squeak.

“I bet you'd like it if I did this, wouldn't you.” You weren't even thinking straight as Leon pressed against you, slotting your mouth against his as you drank in his sweet lips. You muffled gasps and whines had him chuckling as he pulled back, a string of fated saliva still connected.

“Luis and Ashley are only behind this wall, maybe talking but they'll probably hear you if you make a sound.”

Your eyes widened when Leon unzipped your tactical pants in one swift motion, pulling them down to your mid thighs. Exposed and vulnerable to Leon's intentions he had a full view of your underwear that was collecting your wetness inside. He got you so wet it kind of scared you if he was going to see he would never let you live it down.

“Pink panties? that's so cute.” His cooing made you shiver, but you let him do as he pleased. His fingers dipped into the side of your underwear as he shamelessly stroked your bare cunt. The short gasp that you let out had him continuing. Latching his mouth onto yours again drinking in your cries of pleasure, as he shoved two of his fingers into your sopping mess of a pussy.

The thrusts were fast and you could hear the squelching of your cunt as Leon pumped his fingers inside of you. A third finger rubbed at your weeping clit, sending electric bolts of pleasure through your weakened body. Your watery eyes were rolling to the back of your skull, legs trembling like jelly as he literally forced your orgasm from you. You came on his fingers whimpering into his mouth, your pussy still clenching around his fingers as he pulled out.

“Open your mouth, know you'd love it, such a slut.” Leon tutted as you opened your mouth eagerly sucking on his fingers tasting yourself on them.

“Please Leon, need more.” Clenching your thighs together, as you stared up at his looming figure. His arrogant stare intimidated you as he grinned.

“Maybe if you don't go near Luis, you're still indebted to me. I think I deserve something for my efforts.”

And you were dropping to your knees before he could even ask.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon re4 #resident evil smut #residentevil4leon #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy re4 #reader insert

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

OKAY HERE’S MY OC LORE

because apparently it’s relevant now?-

Let’s start in early November with gangle blog.

I, new to tumblr and not wanting to try and get in on something I had assumed had been going on for a long time and didn’t want to seem like an intruder, made the least intrusive character possible. This was also about the time where the “canon character” blogs were having some issues with the oc blogs, due to Tiger.

So I made Easton West.

He’s just a guy on lunch break who found the circus’s computer and can’t really do anything but interact via Developer console. No angst, just a guy who likes sandwiches. He befriended Gangle pretty quick. I also had him show up occasionally on Sun blog, iirc. He’s shy, he has no friends, but he cares a lot for people and always wants the best for those he cares for. He’s pretty “sunshine child”, but can be serious and assertive.

Then Gangle’s Ferris wheel/hammer anon plot started. And Jax DIED. And Easton was trying to save Jax and barely failed, and Gangle was in danger and soidjeieidjdie it was a messsssssss

Easton augments the computer with more monitors and PC’s and such, so he can actually affect things.

This is about the point where I threw my inhibitions out the window and gave Easton depression. This will come up later, and it became very severe over time. So tw for that.

At this point, Easton is friends with both Gangle and Sun, but due to the Ferris wheel stuff, he actually probably ended up befriending sun more.

Time for a new character. Easton mentions a coworker of his, after Sun tells him that he needs help running this thing. Sun tells him to find her, and thus we are introduced to Northa South.

Northa, like Easton, is shy and has no friends. She’s kind of a doormat, and doesn’t have a family because the foster system sucks and thus BAM childhood of inconsistency and physical…uh…ab—e. Not fun.

They hit it off instantly, and have a very sweet dynamic of “oh my gosh you’re amazing and I will give you all the affection”. While Easton is somewhat more protective, they’re pretty much on equal footing dynamic-wise.

Yes, they fall in love and start dating.

Before that, though, we introduce Dusk. Basically, Sun checks the heck out at one point and Easton saves everyone by bringing her back, but it’s a glitchy mess. Due to this, post-northa, they make a “backup plan” just in case the sun leaves. Northa being a graphic designer and Easton a coder, they can accomplish much more together than they would apart, and it shows with Dusk.

Dusk is the backup plan, a third celestial. She is summoned when Sun leaves again, and is just a sweetheart. Buuuut people don’t really like her because she accidentally adopts Sun’s tiny paper crane (who is named BlueJay now) and is…just…not Sun.

Easton and Northa attempt to help her, and are some of the best friends she has.

…And then Gangle dies.

…And thus the angst begins anew!

Northa and Easton kind of…crack from stress. Northa puts on the headset. Easton follows suit, but leaves behind a few things, including creating Dusk’s domain and the “Encyclopedia Poetica Circo”, a comprehensive and updating collection of files, functions, mechanics, character sheets, art, code, staff files, etc. for the circus and the company he worked for.

So, who are these two now? The Lord and Lady of Compass Manor, in Dusk’s domain. Dusk’s domain functions as an alternate, dream-esque dimension where logic runs on “what makes sense for the character/emotions?” (Ex: when someone is depressed, oftentimes it will begin to rain.) Each area runs on symbolism (Ex: Northeast’s area is symbolic of and thus will evoke the associated feelings of their innocent, genuine love.)

Dusk is very grieved. Sun shows up, drama, and meets a girl from Candleton named Alpenglow, who symbolizes the excitement of adventure. Uuunfortunately, after snapping at the amnesiac Lord and Lady, she leaves Alpen in the depression forest (“the Depths”) to die by accident, which traumatizes the already abandonment-issues-ridden child. Alpen is saved by Dusk and Sigil, who seem to be friends now, although Dusk had to magically lobotomize Insanity first. They end up on better terms later.

Sun calls up Easton’s ex, Lattia Tudor, and her business partner/best friend, Lonn Gitud. They’re here now.

Alpen quickly befriends and is adopted by Silhou, although Sun also still kinda adopted her it’s complex Sun and Silhou haven’t had the interaction where they deal with that yet

sun is missing, Dusk and sigil are looking for her.

…

…You’re probably realizing that there’s a character or two that I haven’t mentioned.

Meet Kit.

Kit is an 16 year old inter dimensional magical girl and one of two bits of madoka crossover we’ve had.

Kit started out as a five second joke character named Tea Anon, who had a conversation with a semi-dead Hammer in the void about tea.

Tea anon was SUPPOSED to just be my sona wearing anon glasses, thus why our personalities are somewhat similar, but she ended up as her own character with her own angst and motivations over time.

Tea anon ends up as Hammer’s…like, only friend. Also, Origami gets roped into this. They’re a team! Awwww…. Sure hope nothing goes wrong here.

they fight Kirsten, aka H.N. Elly, a witch from canon, who ends up being one of Tea’s old teammates. They end on good terms.

Hammer eventually…gets very very intoxicated, and Ori disappears. So Tea is on her own.

She witches out. And takes off the anon glasses, and thus her disguise as Tea anon. Her name is Kitsune and she wished to save those she loved, but failed. Her old teammates are witches or dead, her new teammates are gone, awww frick.

She and hammer have an emotional conversation, where Kit says she believes he is a good person, genuinely, because he cares about changing. She extends him a handshake. He does not shake her hand.

He proposes to chaos, and Kit as the eldritch horror she is crashes the wedding against her will, the grief-hungry witch side wanting to cause as much horror as possible. Generally, the inhuman monster is called Aite, the Odd Fox Witch.

hammer gets Kit back by the power of hugs and friendship. Awww.

Ori returns! But her friends have a concussion (hammer) and a gunshot wound (kit) sooo not fun. They’re in Pyxel’s care.

ORIGAMI LORE YEAH

Bob witches out while fighting Kit and kills her, leaving only her grief seed behind…sad.

that’s where we are rn lol

there’s your notes, @copper-ichor

(And there’s that essay I mentioned, @nymn-taoc)

sorry for the tags lol

#Oc lore #infodump #tadc oc #lol what am I doing

[sandyyybonham]

Okay so uhh I knew I gotta write this before it gets out of my mind sometime and uhh I just woke up, it's 4-almost-5am, and I've dreamt of something Lady Lesso related because she's my current hyperfixation.

So I remember being in this fancy place, it looked like an art museum to me, and I saw this cute little baby who had the same curly floofy red hair as our beloved Lesso. Except this baby is very friendly with most people, she would blush and show a wonderful smile whenever someone makes her laugh. The sad thing is, this baby only had her father with her, and I doubt he ever takes care of the poor girl, her mother died sadly, and her father was irresponsible and careless. The baby had been reaching for me with her arms, I borrowed her for a minute, carried her, talked to her, played with her all that stuff. And then the time came, me and my grandma are supposed to leave but the baby grew attached to me (attachment issues, amirite? yeah same), I tried to find her father but I couldn't find it. She saw my phone, with Lesso as my obvious wallpaper and she smiled at it, I think she likes Lesso, sweet girl. I showed her more pictures of Lesso and the baby really did seem to like her and I just y'know found it cute that the baby looks so much like her but is the opposite of her with that sunshine bright smile and rosy cheeks.

Now, the dream ended, I woke up, and immediately thought.. Oh my gosh, that would be a perfect idea for a fanfiction though? I'm too busy with school though, but if anyone would be so kind to write something about Lesso and reader (female, cuz lesbians love Lesso), having a child similar to the one described in my dream, I would really appreciate that. (PLEASE DO, I'M CALLING ALL TALENTED WRITERS OUT THERE)

That's all, thanks for listening to my rant!

#the school for good and evil #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader

[headcanonsandmore]

(Accidentally) In Love, Chapter One

Summary: Tegan Jovanka has been best friends with Nyssa Traken for years. All their colleagues assume that they are an old married couple, but neither Tegan nor Nyssa have ever really understood why. Things, however, may begin to change in the run-up to the wedding of their young friend Yasmin Khan...

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‘Good morning, Tegan!’

Tegan Jovanka grinned, as Nyssa Traken walked through the door, smiling prettily. She was wearing her white sundress, with contrasted nicely with her pale skin and curly hair. A small white cardigan (originally gifted to her by Tegan a few years before) was draped across her shoulders, as the weather in the mornings still had something of a nip to it.

The two of them had been friends for years, having worked in the department for… was it coming up to the ten year mark? Gosh, that time had sure flown by. They had met on the first day Nyssa had started working at the University. They made something of an unusual pair; the brash Australian and the sweet-tempered southern Englishwoman, both working in the admin department for the University of East Anglia.

‘Cuppa?’

‘Oh, yes, please. May I have-’

‘Milk and no sugar?’

‘You know me too well.’

The two of them chuckled, and Tegan headed into the kitchen. As the kettle boiled, she could hear the sounds of Nyssa turning the radio onto Classic FM. Nyssa had something of a fondness for classical music; the sight of her face lighting up whenever one of her favourite pieces came on was like sunshine. Tegan smiled, knowing that Nyssa was probably already nodding her head along to whatever was now playing.

Her best friend really was awesome.

Taking care not to spill tea on her blue button down shirt and white capri trousers, Tegan carried the two mugs back into the office. Nyssa smiled at her in gratitude as she approached.

‘Good weekend?’

‘About the same,’ Nyssa said, taking her mug from Tegan. The mug had been bought while Tegan had been on holiday back to Australia, and was emblazoned with “you’re just my cup of tea”. ‘My landlord is still unsure of what to do with the cottage, though. They said they’d let me know sometime today as to their final decision.’

‘Hmmm,’ Tegan said, pursing her lips as she cupped her own mug (“lady of the manor”) between her hands.

‘You never have liked my landlord, have you?’

‘Whatever gave that impression?’

‘Oh, one or two things…’ Nyssa said, chuckling. ‘But how was your weekend? How did that date go?’

‘Urgh,’ Tegan groaned, making a face. ‘No spark whatsoever. Seriously, is it too much to ask to find one woman of a certain age in this entire city who isn’t boring as sin?’

‘Oh, Tegan…’ Nyssa sighed, sympathetically. ‘I’m sure there’s someone out there for you; you’re amazing.’

‘You might want to tell other women that,’ Tegan chuckled, setting her mug down on the coaster. ‘Nah, it’s fine; you know me, I’ve always had difficulty finding someone.’

‘I know, but I want you to be happy,’ Nyssa said, looking genuinely grieved. ‘You deserve the best.’

Tegan reached across and squeezed Nyssa’s hand.

‘Nyssa, if it means so much to you, if I’m still single at 70, we can get married.’

‘Oh, I’d be a terrible wife,’ Nyssa said, giggling. ‘And don’t make fun!’

‘You’d be the best,’ Tegan replied, with a grin. ‘C’mon, am I that predictable-’

‘Ah, Tegan! Nyssa!’

Tegan rolled her eyes and reluctantly let go of Nyssa’s hand, turning in her swivel chair as a blonde man stuck his head into the office. He was one of the professors for the sports department, but was also a) a massive dork and b) a right pain in the arse. This beige-clad twit exclusively wore Edwardian cricket gear and a cheerfully bewildered expression.

He was also notorious for being late with his paperwork. Assignments, class updates, working timesheets, you name it; the man could not keep a handle on any of them. Which made both Tegan and Nyssa’s working lives a nightmare, especially around the end of each semester. The git.

‘What is it this time, Doc?’

The man sighed, frowning as he put his hands on his hips.

‘You really are so pessimistic, Tegan.’

‘Can you blame me?’

At this, Nyssa snickered, catching eyes with Tegan.

The man sighed.

‘I can’t help it if my paperwork gets a little shoddy at times. That moron who shares an office with me keeps leaving cat badges everywhere.’

‘I’ll tell him you said that.’

‘Good; although it probably wouldn’t do much. Can you imagine being around someone who is so unbearably smug about everything?’

Tegan stared at him.

‘Vividly, yes.’

The blonde man glared at her.

‘Oh, very funny,’ he said. ‘Nyssa, your partner is a piece of work.’

‘Oh, ha ha…’

Tegan rolled her eyes. People had a weird habit of calling Nyssa that; for the life of her, Tegan couldn’t work out why. Yes, Nyssa was great, but it wasn’t like that between them. Clearly, people were just being silly. Goodness forbid two women be such good friends that they could finish each-others’ sentences.

‘Peri seems to spend half her life trying to stop those two fighting,’ Nyssa said, chuckling to herself.

‘I wouldn’t wish that on anyone,’ Tegan replied. ‘Poor love must pull her hair out at times-’

‘Heya!’

Two women had poked their heads through the door. One was blonde and seemed to have too many teeth when she smiled. The other was calmer, with a warm Sheffield accent and a cheerful grin.

‘Hello, Yaz,’ Tegan said. ‘Hello, Doc.’

The two fiancés stepped into the room. The Doctor was wearing her normal raincoat with the rainbow-striped top and slightly-too-short trousers. Yaz was, of course, wearing her standard leather jacket and jeans.

‘This one’s got some paperwork to hand in,’ said Yaz, bumping her partner on the arm affectionately with her elbow. ‘And on time, just for once.’

‘Oy!’ the Doctor said, pouting a little as she handed over the papers. ‘I’m not that bad; that one with the bow-tie never hands anything in.’

‘Pretty sure he’s in Central America on some expedition right now,’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘ Your wedding plans going okay?’

‘Just about,’ Yaz said. ‘Your invite should be going through the post now.’

‘Wonderful!’ Nyssa said. ‘I do love a wedding, and you two are so sweet together.’

‘Oh, stop…’ the Doctor said, but with a tone that clearly didn’t mind. ‘Still can’t quite believe it, m’self.’

Yaz flushed a little, grinning as she pressed a kiss to her fiancé’s cheek.

‘Okay, lovebirds; this is a workplace, not a registry office. Off you go,’ Tegan cheeked, grinning. ‘And I’ll look out for the invite.’

Yaz and the Doctor waved, before leaving, hand in hand.

Nice couple, Tegan thought. Yaz had briefly worked alongside Tegan and Nyssa, before moving to work with the estates team. She’d met the Doctor at some random faculty party, and the two of them had been inseparable since. Tegan smiled; it was nice to see a couple so in-tune with each other.

The Australian swivelled around again, and was just opening to mention this to Nyssa, when she saw that the curly-haired woman’s brow was set, her eyes scanning an email.

‘Nys… everything okay?’

Nyssa stared down at her computer screen for another moment, before turning her seat to face Tegan.

‘Not exactly. My landlord just send through the final notification through; my tenancy is definitely not getting renewed.’

‘Oh, no!’ Tegan replied. ‘But you love that place!’

‘Yes, the cottage is lovely,’ Nyssa sighed. ‘But the landlord really can’t keep it going with just myself as a tenant. They’re going to get it marketed up for a higher price. Which I definitely cannot afford.’

‘Such a shame, Nys,’ Tegan said, placing a hand on her friends arm. ‘Do you know where you’re going to move to?’

Nyssa shook her head.

‘You know how difficult the rental market is at the moment. And it’s not as if the university is paying me a huge salary.’

‘Hang on,’ Tegan said, her brain suddenly firing on all cylinders. ‘My old roommate is moving out next month; why don’t you move in with me?’

Nyssa stared at her for a second.

‘I- oh, Tegan; that’s so thoughtful of you,’ she said, mouth widening into a huge smile. ‘That wouldn’t be imposing on you, would it?’

‘Not at all!’ Tegan replied, grinning. ‘I’d love it! And it would be great to finally room with someone I know well.’

Nyssa reached out and squeezed Tegan’s hand, smiling.

‘I do so appreciate it; you’re wonderful, Tegan.’

Tegan felt her cheeks flush. Oh, Nyssa was so sweet.

‘Oh, stop it-’

‘No,’ Nyssa said, giggling. ‘You are truly wonderful and I won’t hear anything against it-’

There was a cough from the door.

Oh, what now?…

‘Sorry to butt in,’ came a Mancunian accent, quickly followed by a man with short hair and a leather pea coat. ‘You seen that Southern prat with the pinstriped suit? Tosser shoved his paperwork onto me; said he had a date and booked it out of the office.’

‘Oh, not again,’ Nyssa said, sighing. ‘We have told him to try and coordinate his time better.’

The Northerner sighed, handing the paperwork over.

‘Sorry; I know how hard you two work.’

‘It’s fine,’ Tegan said. Unlike most of the other Doctors at the university, this one was basically a hero when it came to helping out with the admin. She found it hard to dislike him. He was just so… earnest about everything. ‘Thanks, Doctor; fantastic as always.’

‘Ta,’ he said, forehead crinkling into wrinkles as he smiled. ‘I’m off to help Martha Jones with her dissertation; see you both later.’

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 The moving-in day arrived. It was a Saturday, at the start of a bank holiday weekend, meaning that they had three whole days to get everything moved in.

The process of actually moving everything in took all day. Nyssa had a fair amount packed, so the two women spent a good few hours driving back and forth from Traken Cottage to Tegan’s place. Mercifully, Tegan lived on the ground floor, so they didn’t need to worry about carting Nyssa’s wardrobe up several flights of stairs. It also helped that Tegan had called in a few favours from some people amongst the University staff, meaning that Dan, Ryan and Ace were helping them out.

‘Nyssa, where do you want this?’

Ace and Ryan were trying to jimmy the wardrobe through the doorway. Both of them were rather red in the face from the effort.

‘Just to the side of the bed, please,’ Nyssa said.

‘Your wish is my command, my lady,’ Ace said, winking.

Tegan rolled her eyes and swotted Ace on the arm.

‘Sorry, Tegan,’ Ace chuckled, the light of the overhead lamp glinting off her leather jacket. ‘Trust me; I’ve no intentions whatsoever on your wife.’

‘Best friend,’ Tegan and Nyssa corrected, in unison.

Ryan chuckled, grunting as he helped Ace manoeuvre the wardrobe into place.

‘This solid oak?’ he asked. ‘Did they not have Ikea back when you bought this?’

‘It was from an antique fair,’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan insisted on splitting the cost with me.’

‘Well, your rent had just gone up,’ Tegan said, already dusting the wardrobe. ‘And it was too lovely to just leave there.’

Nyssa chuckled, nudging Tegan with her shoulder playfully, the two women grinning at each other as they applied wood polish to the oak.

Ace and Ryan both rolled their eyes.

Eventually, after a lot of heavy lifting, lots of swearing (mainly from Tegan and Ace, with a couple of minor curses from Ryan and Dan) and a few splinters off the wooden furniture, all of Nyssa’s things were unpacked, sorted and placed into her new room.

After thanking the other three for their help as they left, the two women then collapsed onto the living room sofa, with two very soothing cups of tea on the table sat on coasters in front of them.

‘Well, that was that,’ Tegan sighed, stretching out her toes on the carpet. ‘A day well spent, I think.’

‘Indeed,’ Nyssa said, reaching forward to cup her mug in her hand. ‘Thank you so much for helping me with the moving.’

‘Hey, what are best friends for?’ Tegan replied, shrugging. ‘Besides, I know how expensive those moving companies are, and I only charge in biscuits and tea.’

Nyssa chuckled, fondly, sending her mug back down on the coaster before leaning back into the sofa.

‘Ow,’ Nyssa said, adjusting where she was sat. She reached under the cushion. ‘Somethings poking into me…’

Her hand pulled out of the cushion, something grasped in her fingers. And Tegan felt her throat seize up as she realised precisely what had been stuffed underneath there.

Nyssa stared at the long silicon cylinder.

‘Tegan…’ she said, slowly. ‘What… what is this?’

Tegan’s face had, by this point, raced past red and was rapidly approaching a delicate shade of maroon that it had not achieved since she was a teenager.

‘Er… w-well…’

Nyssa’s face registered the embarrassment plastered over her friends face, and her brain seemed to put two and two together.

‘Oh.’

There was a very prolonged pause. Tegan’s palms seemed to be sweating.

However, the two of them then looked up, took one glance at each other, and both descended into fits of laughter

‘Oh, Tegan…’ Nyssa gasped, eyes watering. ‘Your face was a picture!’

‘So was yours, Nys! “Tegan, what’s this?”, as if you didn’t know what it is!’

‘Well, you don’t expect to be sitting on your friends vibr-’

‘Shhhh!’ Tegan spluttered, and the two of them descended further into laughter. ‘You can’t say stuff like that, not with that posh voice of yours!’

‘Cheek!’

Nyssa gently shoved Tegan, and the two of them landed in a heap on the sofa, both laughing their heads off.

‘Why… why do you have it, then?’

‘Oh, my cousin Donna got it for me as a joke last year for Hanukkah,’ Tegan said, her cheeks sore with laughter as the two of them sat back up. ‘I’ve never actually… y’know-’

‘I get the picture,’ Nyssa said, quickly.

‘Yeah, you do!’ Tegan cheeked, winking.

The two of them laughed again.

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‘Korma alright?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Delicious,’ she said, covering her hand with her mouth as she gave a small burp. ‘It’s been a long time since I had a takeaway.’

‘Really?’ Tegan replied, her mouth full of naan bread. ‘Gosh, looks like you moved in just in time; you need to have treats more often, Nys.’

‘I do!’ Nyssa said, in mock outrage. ‘I’ll have you know that I bought double-chocolate digestives last week!’

The two women chuckled, enjoying the others company. They had been close for so long that it seemed strange that they were only now living together. But it was… nice. If this evening was anything to go by, this new living arrangement was going to be a lot of fun.

After the washing up had been done, Tegan grabbed a bottle of wine and pulled Nyssa over to the sofa.

‘To celebrate a successful moving-in,’ she said, liberally filling their glasses.

‘Indeed,’ Nyssa said. ‘And thank you again!’

Their glasses clinked together.

There wasn’t a huge amount on telly that evening, so Tegan pulled out her old DVD of ‘The Wizard Of Oz’ and set it playing. It had been one of the first films that she had loved as a kid, and she had never quite found herself able to stop watching it. Whenever she was a little lonely or upset, she’d watch it and everything would feel… well, not alright, but that things could get better if she kept trying.

Sometime during the movie, the two women found themselves resting back against the sofa, Tegan’s arm around Nyssa’s shoulders.

‘Tegan…’ Nyssa said, her voice slightly slurred. ‘Are you going to bring women back here? Will I have to keep to my room?’

‘What?’ Tegan replied, surprised. ‘No; I’m a bit beyond that stage of my life. Besides, if I ever did bring home someone, I’d want them to meet you.’

‘Whatever… whatever for?’

‘So I could say to them “this is my best friend; we live together and I love her very much. If that’s a problem, there’s the door”.’

‘Oh…’ Nyssa’s face broke into a wide smile as she turned her head. ‘You love me, Tegan?...’

‘Course I bloody do,’ Tegan said, smiling. ‘Haven’t I made that clear already?’

‘Yeah, but… but you never said you loved me…’ Nyssa said, giggling. ‘Oh, but I’m not a lesbian, though…’

‘What are you then?’

‘A little tipsy,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘Yes, a rather tipsy bisexual.’

Tegan chuckled. Nyssa leaned into her side, and the Australian wrapped her arm closer around her friend. Damn, Nyssa smelled good. Was she using a new conditioner? Pomegranate, perhaps. It suited her very well.

‘Thanks for moving in, Nys,’ she said, softly. ‘You’re the best.’

‘No…you are…’ Nyssa replied, a little sleepily. ‘‘nd pretty too…’

Wow, that wine had really gone to her head, hadn’t it? Tegan let out a chuckle, eyes closing.

‘Love you too, Tegan… love you too…’

Tegan got the vague sense that a pair of lips had just pressed a kiss to her forehead. But she was probably just imagining it… after all, only Nyssa was here, and she didn’t see Tegan that way…

                                                            *

Beep, beep, beep…

Tegan startled. Sitting up numbly in bed, she turned her alarm clock off. She must have forgotten to turn the blasted thing off. Typical; now she was awake early on a Sunday.

Tegan yawned and stretched. Deciding she might as well get some food, she climbed out of bed, pulled her dressing gown around her and headed towards the kitchen. The sunlight was already filtering through the closed blinds, and outside she could hear the sound of birdcalls. Tegan set the kettle going, and started putting bread in the toaster.

‘Morning…’

Tegan turned. Nyssa had walked in, wearing an adorable velvet robe in deep purple. Her hair was slightly rumpled and her voice still had a slight husk from sleepiness.

As ever, Nyssa somehow managed to make even early-morning-starts look gorgeous. And yet Tegan found herself unable to be jealous, only contentedly thoughtful.

‘Morning, Nys,’ she said, shooting a grin at her friend. ‘Cuppa?’

‘Yes, please,’ Nyssa said, smiling as she got a bowl out of the cupboard. ‘I’ll just make myself some porridge. May I have-’

‘A spot of milk and no sugar?’ Tegan finished. The two of them shared a smile. ‘Of course you may.’

This felt… right, having Nyssa here. Like they should have been living together long before this.  A few minutes later, the two of them sat down at the small kitchen table, both focusing for a while on their respective breakfasts.

‘Everything alright, Tegan?’

‘Hmmm?’

Nyssa grinned, halfway through her bowl of Ready Brek.

‘You’re staring at me.’

Tegan blinked. Yes, she had been staring at Nyssa over her mug of tea, plate of toast ignored.

‘Sorry; you just look really pretty.’

Nyssa’s cheeks flushed.

‘Oh, stop it…’

‘I’m serious!’ Tegan exclaimed, smiling. ‘You’re gorgeous, Nys; seriously, how no-one hasn’t snatched you up yet is beyond me.’

Nyssa smiled, her face flushed prettily pink. Well, Nyssa was pretty anyway; the blush just accentuated it further.

‘I could say the same for you, Tegan.’

Tegan felt her own cheeks flush.

‘Flirt,’ she giggled, taking a bite of her half-cold toast. ‘Just because I’m living with a glamorous lady like yourself, that doesn’t mean I’m that predictable.’

Nyssa let out another giggle. It sounded like birdsong to Tegan’s ears as she quickly polished off her toast.

‘Well, I’m going to have a shower,’ Tegan said, standing up. She crossed the room and gave her mug a quick rinse under the tap before putting it in the bowl to wash up later, along with her plate. ‘Are you going to have a lie in? That wine went to your head last night, after all…’

Nyssa chuckled. The two of them had dozed off for an hour on the sofa after watching the film, and Tegan had helped Nyssa to her room; the poor woman really had no tolerance for alcohol.

‘No, I’m fine. I’ll read some of my book and hop in the shower after you’ve finished.’

‘Just a word of warning; I do sing in the shower.’

‘I’ll make a note of that if I ever decide to join you in there.’

‘Don’t tempt me with a good time; that bathroom doesn’t have a lock on it,’ Tegan said, giving a quick wink as she walked past Nyssa and out of the kitchen. She could hear the tinkle of Nyssa chuckling to herself as she walked down the corridor.

Tegan headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and began to brush her teeth. She was just about to spit the toothpaste out when a sudden memory rose from her unconsciousness.

A… kiss?

Tegan startled for a second, mouth full of minty paste. Was… was she remembering that right? Nyssa had kissed her on the forehead. Yes, that would be right, since there was no-one else in the room. It had felt… nice. Nyssa had lovely lips, after all. Not that Tegan looked at her best friends’ lips, of course. This was just a platonic observation. It was just now that Tegan knew that Nyssa’s lips felt nice, too. When she was kissing someone. On the forehead. Platonically.

What the hell am I thinking?

Feeling her cheeks flush, Tegan spat out the toothpaste, and wiped her mouth with the hand-towel, feeling rather out-of-sorts. Well, she mused, not exactly. Tegan hardly disliked the idea. But that was normal for two friends, especially best friends. Best friends did that, right? Perfectly normal platonic affection. Obviously.

Then… then why had her heartrate increased when she had first remembered it?

Tegan discarded her pyjamas and climbed into the shower. As she set to work shampooing her hair, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that was bubbling in her stomach.

Don’t be silly, she told herself, sharply, I don’t fancy Nyssa. I’m not some adolescent with a crush! This is my best friend we’re talking about; Nys probably didn’t mean anything by it! We had both had a few glasses, after all.

Yeah. Yeah, that was it. They were two best friends who were now living together, and enjoying each others’ company more now that they were sharing a flat. Yes, Nyssa was wonderful, and funny, and smart, and sweet, and utterly gorgeous, but Tegan didn’t see her that way. Definitely not. Nyssa was her best friend, after all. Best friends didn’t look at each other like that.

Best friends didn’t think about each other in that way.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

#'(accidentally) in love' #tegan/nyssa #nyssa/tegan #doctor who fanfiction #tegan x nyssa #nyssa x tegan #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #tegan jovanka #nyssa #nyssa of traken #human!nyssa #yasmin khan #thirteenth doctor #background thasmin #fifth doctor #ninth doctor #ace mcshane #ryan sinclair

[mrsgiovanna]

(After defeating Zucchero)

Giorno: *looks over to Bri, who is gently laughing at the antics of Mista, Narancia, and Fugo*

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Devil Giorno: *plants a kiss on the screen where Bri is* Mwah! I think I'm falling hard for this lovely lady!

Angel Giorno: *smiles as he gently caresses Bri on screen on the cheek* I say we should get to know her. Just a little bit more.

Devil Giorno: *grins cheekily* Aw man! She just screams perfection with this beautiful sunshine here!

Angel Giorno: *giggles cheerily* Oh! Would she be the type of person who would love to go out for a stroll or for movies?

Golden Experience: Muda? (Translation: Oh! Bria is approaching us. I wonder what she'll ask us of! Maybe the new mission?)

- Outside -

Bria: Hello! You've introduced yourself before, but I don't think I've introduced myself yet. I'm Bria, but you can call me Bri. *lovely smile* You're Giorno, right? It's a very nice name.

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: *squeeing happily*

Angel Giorno: Oh my gosh! She said our name was lovely! >w<

Devil Giorno: Never mind that! She said we could call her by her nickname! :D

Golden Experience: *concerned* Muda Muda! (Translation: Hey, uh, our heart rate is increasing and we're blushing a lot! What's going on?)

- Outside -

Giorno: *faint hearts in his eyes and a slight smile that is lovestruck* *feels his heart beating out of his chest*

??: *taps Giorno gently on the shoulder* Hey, newbie? You alright?

Narancia: ...

Giorno: oh, yes, yes I'm fine thanks, sorry, I was lost in thought, it's wonderful to meet you Bri.

Bria: *smiles* that's understandable, I'm sure you haven't seen a dance like that before 🥲

Mista: hey, if it works, it works!

Bria: I know, I don't mean any harm, it's just... much for a new person to take in

Fugo: that's the most mature thing you've said all day

Bria: I have my moments... Giorno, are you okay? You're so red, is the sun getting to you? Here, sit... Narancia may I please have one of your sodas? You know I'm good for it

Narancia: sure, here

Mista: hey, you didn't put up a fight there?

Narancia: because she always replaces them... and makes me brownies all the time

-Inside Giorno's mind-

Devil Giorno: we should ask her to make us brownies one day too

Angel: I bet Haruno would love them *smiles*

Owaaaah that was so cute, it's so sweet awwwww tysmmmm for sending these to me, I hope you're having a great weekend, stay safe my lovely 😍 👌 👍🏻 🥰 ☺️ 😙 😍 👌 👍🏻 🥰

#beloved mutuals 🥺 #strawberryvanillablast #angel/devil gio #don giovanna

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Bull Hybrid! Miro Togata x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, kidnapping, breeding, size kink, bondage, stomach bulge, hybrid farm AU

A Citrus Dome Collab!

1k words

How you landed yourself strapped to a mating press for an insatiable hybrid bull when you went to the countryside for a weekend getaway was beyond you. It was supposed to be a quiet trip in the quaint home you rented for three days, but the owner of the town’s ranch seemed to have other plans for you, specifically with his prized bull Mirio.

Having met you in a bar in town, the farmer introduced himself as “Nighteye.” He said it's just what everyone called him, and you couldn't find yourself interested enough to learn his real name. You wanted to humor the man, who was admittedly not your type, seeing no harm in the subtle touches and laughter he brought you for the evening.

Unfortunately for you, he had you drunk enough to slip up, letting your guard down and taking up his offer to you, as he put it, “how divine his lavender field shone in the moonlight”. Lavender had always been one of your favorite scents, so you didn’t mind when he hauled you into his pickup truck where you subsequently fell asleep on the bumpy trail back.

And you supposed it was because of his stoic nature and his jokes that he was trustworthy enough at the time to believe his honeyed words and his crinkled smiles. Now here you were, waking up from your hangover in a barn, stripped down naked and waiting.

A commotion came from outside the barn before the doors swung open from behind you.

“Easy, Mirio.”

A huff came from the bull as he tugged against the leather leash held taught in his handler’s grasp. The bull had been excited ever since he saw Sir bring you home, tail swishing eagerly when he saw your pretty, pretty face. You were going to make such a fine bitch for him!

“I know you're excited, but be patient. Introduce yourself to our guest; why don't you.”

Mirio continued to strain against the leash, eager to his hands on his pretty, new heifer.

“My name’s Mirio! Gosh, you're so pretty, I can't wait to breed you!”

Your legs were bound open and up towards your shoulders, leaving your hands and arms strapped to your back as you struggled against the slanted metal table you were tied down to. The gag in your mouth prevented you from responding, only serving to aid your throbbing panic and thrashing.

“Look how excited she is, Sir! Can I mount her now?”

The leash unhooked from his collar as Nighteye conceded. Whining in protest, you shook your head and keened in the restraints. “Yes, I've already prepped her. You can let her out of the restraints once you're finished.”

With that, the bull shot off like a bullet towards you. He was much, much bigger up close, at least another foot taller than you. His horns were large and beautiful, just like the rest of him. The collar adorned his name around his thick neck as your eyes trailed down his sculpted body to see him fully.

His hands flew up to grip your ankles as he towered over you, letting his warm breath tickle your face. Hard and against his stomach, his cock was dripping and aching to be inside the sweet velvet of your cunt.

“Ready to be my blue-ribbon breeding bitch, baby?” The grin on his face split wide as he watched you struggle. “Can’t wait to have you the whole season, sunshine.”

Lining himself up, he slid into your already lubed hole and bottomed out in the first stroke. You couldn't help but squeal into the gag at the intrusion, tears streaming down your face as the bull above you let out a shameless moan that was likened to a moo.

“Feels so good!”

Good lord, was he hung. Much larger than anything you've ever taken, but that can be said about all of him. A bulge from his cock was prominent in your abdomen, large fingers stroking it tenderly.

“Yer taking me so well, little lady.”

Off he went. His pace was brutal as he began to pound into you, gazing deep into your eyes as his grin warped into a smirk. The sheer size of him alone seemed like he was going to break you in half, not to mention his killer thrusts.

The growls and grunts he let out were animalistic as he shook the table with the sheer power of his thrusts. You left helpless, unable to do anything except whine and sob into the gag while his cock hit all the best spots.

His thumb found its way to your clit, moaning as he felt you tighten because of it. “I gotta make my bitch feel good too, ain't that right?”

Your cunt fluttered and spasmed around his cock as he drilled into you, making your eyes roll into the back of your head in pleasure. You couldn't deny the way his body was making you feel, it was intoxicating to fucked so full, fuller than any regular man could make you feel.

“Your mouth looks so pretty in that gag, wonder what it would be like to see ya take me there.”

With his steady hips and thick fingers, it wasn't long before you could feel your orgasm coming to strike you hard and fast.

“Cumming so soon, darlin’? God I love you already.” He whined, thrusts becoming sloppy as he was nearing his end too.

“Can’t wait to fill ya up full, sugar. Gonna look good full of our calves.”

The thought of him releasing inside you threw you out of your haze of pleasure only for a moment before your orgasm crashed into you, making you spasm in the binds underneath the hybrid.

Mirio pushed his hips flush against you, growling deeply as he came inside you, filling you with his cum.

After his clarity, he untied you from the mating press and brought you to a pile of clean hay in the barn, laying you on top of his chest, not pulling out of you all the while.

His tail swished back and forth lazily as you laid limp on the massive bull’s chest, his warmth and heartbeat calming you to sleep after such thorough breeding.

“I like her. Can I keep this one, Sir?”

#yandere mirio togata #yandere mirio togata x reader #yandere mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata #mirio x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere #hybrid au

[sagemusesoutloud]

Anti-Romantic, Part 1

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff WordCount | 3.6 K Author'sNote | lmaoooo the fact that I intended this to be a oneshot type of thing oops. Wellllll, I tried. Most likely to be a two part series, but we'll see.

This is part of a series I intend to call "If Songs were Fics" and this particular one was loosely inspired by TXT's Anti-Romantic bc I'm obsessed. I hope you enjoy reading as much I enjoyed writing it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I don't know who loves me

And I don't care, It's a waste anyways

A romantic feeling, Kinda scares me

“Any plans for you birthday next week?”

Jaehyun shakes his head at you, “no, not yet, don’t you have that date with that barista?”

“I’m not sure, he’s been acting weird over text lately. Might not be worth it,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s your birthday! You only get one of those a year, we should plan something.”

You were on your way to the gym, a ritual you and Jaehyun had ever since you both found out you worked for the same company. You had been childhood friends, but ended up losing touch since you went to separate universities.

It was a nice surprise to see a friendly face on the first day of orientation and throughout the duration of your training for the next six weeks. Although you were both from different departments, you enjoyed taking your lunch breaks together and sharing small gossip about your old class-mates.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” he let’s out a long sigh, “every year, it seems like my family won’t stop pestering me about starting a family.”

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing, just not for me. Or at least not yet. I don’t think I’m the type to settle down,” he shrugs again as if it were no big deal.

You gasp, “how could you say that? I’ve seen your insta account. It’s got your cousin’s kids all over it!” You stop to take a good look at him as he holds the door of the gym open for you. “Back in school too, you used to tutor those elementary kids for volunteering hours. Even when you didn’t need them. You’ve always liked kids.”

“That’s different…”

“Right. Totally different things. Got it,” you roll your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he mentioned not wanting to settle down. At first, you had thought it was because he liked ‘keeping his options open’ like back in high-school. Or, not that you knew for sure, but if the rumors were true then it meant he slept his way around. Apparently, he never slept with someone twice and despite the cold shoulder the other party would get, all you had ever heard were praises. Not that you paid that much attention or anything.

You and Jaehyun had the same circle of friends, but despite that, he had never made any advances towards you. You’d be lying if that didn’t bother you at least once or twice. You just assumed that he didn’t want to make the friendship awkward or mess with the friend dynamics of your group. Which was why your crush on him in junior high ended as soon as you got to high-school.

You ended up going on dates with other people, but nothing that kept your interest. Nothing that compared to how you felt around him. Not that he seemed to think the same, so you tried your best to stay the good friend you always have been. You didn’t want to push something he clearly didn’t want; not that it didn’t hurt any less. Throughout the years it’s become bearable, at least. Almost like a painful habit.

You check in and head to the locker rooms to change. His nonchalance about the subject had always puzzled you. You’d seen first hand how all the female coworkers seemed to sway their hips as they walked by him, how some would pop a blouse button more than usual when around him, and you swore no one else was getting that much help throughout training more than him. He was handsome and a gentleman, that much was painfully obvious.

You meet him outside by the water fountain, “ready for warm-up?” he guides your way to the treadmills.

“When’s the last time you dated?”

You would have laughed if you weren’t so shocked to see him trip from the corner of your eye. “why the sudden curiosity?” He finally responds.

“Not sudden, I’d always wondered.” You defended. “You’re good looking and you’re very…I mean, you live on your own and have your own car. You have good relations with your family AND you’re good with kids. So, what is it?” You hadn’t realized how troubling you thought it all was. But now that you started digging you couldn’t stop.

“I just—” you pause, “it doesn’t make sense.”

You hear him chuckle, “you might wanna slow down before you pull something.” You look down and realize that your pace had gone from a relaxed jog to a borderline run during your rant. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to psychoanalyze your only friend in the city.

“Well, I just don’t know how to let people in. It’s just that.” He finally responds. “I love kids, but I don’t know or think I’d be a good partner.” He slows down before stopping, ending the conversation. He waves you off with an easy smile as you stay running.

Huh, maybe you pushed him too far. Your eyes can’t help but follow him around the gym.

Sweet and bitter chocolate, The taste at the end is always the same

Like the saddest movies, Only tears in my eyes

Your hands were sweaty the entire morning, anticipating your lunch time. It was his birthday today, and while you hadn’t made any concrete plans you ended up agreeing to go over to his place after work. Your gym bag was ready with snacks and comfy clothes to stay over. You remembered him saying he was excited to watch that new Marvel movie that had recently come out so you had bought it online to stream it at his place as a surprise. But what had you nervous was the small heart shaped box sitting in your purse. You didn’t know what possessed you to buy it but you had immediately thought of Jae when you passed by it at the mall. You remember vaguely mentioning that it was a special occasion to the sales lady (as in, his birthday), but she must have thought it was your significant other rather than friend because she changed the box to the red velvet shaped one while giving you a wink. In her defense, you could have protested but…why didn’t you?

You hear a knock on your door, “hey little miss sunshine.” Ah, Nakamoto, this couldn’t be good news. He was only sickly sweet to you when he needed a favor.

“What do you want?” you deadpan. He only laughs as he makes himself comfortable in your office. “Well, nothing in particular. Can’t stop by and see how you’re doing?” he feigns hurt.

“Right—the last time you ‘came by’ you left me working over-time through the weekend,” You sigh, “so what is it this time? Missed meeting? Late proposal?” To be fair, your supervisor WAS overworked sometimes. And since you were the only worker under him, it was normal for him to sometimes share some of the load with you.

He smiles at you, “nope. Just have a proposal for you. I know you’ve been working hard these past few months and I’ve been really impressed by your work ethic.” He stands and moves closer to your desk, “And I thought some sort of reward was in order, as well as celebration.” Ok, now you’re confused. You were ok with the reward part, it usually came in the form of a gift card to your favorite coffee shop, but celebration?

“Why would we celebrate? Did I miss something?”

“Not yet, but I did recommend you to the partner position with me. And I wanted to be the first to tell you that the boss approved it earlier today. So, what do ya say? Dinner on me?” he extends his hand out to you and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Oh.

Shit! You were hoping this would happen eventually, moving up from the entry-level position you had. But you had never thought it would be this fast. “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” You give him your hand and he shakes it in mock salute.

“Of course, some people will come by to move your computer to the office next to mine. You start Monday!” he winks, “So, wanna go to that new rooftop restaurant? This is a once in a life-time ticket, so you best say yes.”

But your dinner with Jae…He’ll understand, right? He has to. It’s not like he seemed that excited about it anyway. And you could always spend the day together tomorrow, too. It would be pretty rude to turn down Yuta after he pulled some strings for you…

You smile at him, “Thank you Mr. Nakamoto, I won’t let you down as a partner. Yeah, dinner sounds great. Wanna meet there?”

You sit down on the small table, now nervous for other reasons.

Jae sits opposite of you, a small smile on his face. “Hey you,” he greets.

“hey…” you start, “I hate to change plans so suddenly, but…” crap, you feel really shitty. But you really were between a rock and a hard place.

“everything ok?”

“yeah, no. I actually just got promoted,” you start.

“You did? That’s awesome! So fast, too. Wow—but shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic about it?” he chuckles.

“I am, just—my old supervisor wanted to go to dinner to celebrate. And I don’t think I could say no after helping me out like that.”

“I mean, did you want to skip it or?” Now he’s confused.

“Well, he wanted to go out tonight since I start Monday and today’s Friday…I don’t think I can come over tonight,” you explain.

Realization crosses his features before he gives a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine. And he’s treating you! You don’t know when the next time he offers might be,” he continues, “we can celebrate another day anyway.”

“Are you sure?” now you feel like shit.

“Of course I’m sure.”

For the rest of the lunch, a thick silence settles before he excuses himself back to work.

Jaehyun knew this was coming. Nothing ever went his way; it’s why he kept everyone at a distance from his heart. But he was weak when it came to you. This game of push and pull was bound to keep happening, and it only brought him that all familiar foul taste in his mouth.

I know, that sweet love song, Those words of promise

When you turn around, It's just an unfamiliar someone

It was why he decided to go else-where for university, instead of joining you and some of your friends to the one closest to home. He chose to go across the globe—far, far away from the curse of you.

It had started on a windy day, back when you were 4 and new to the town he grew up in. Jaehyun didn’t want to leave his mother’s arms, he didn’t like the thought of being with strangers until later in the day even if his mom promised that she would be back. A little girl with jean overalls like his came up to him and his mom, “why are you crying?”

“I am not!” he sniffed. He didn’t need to make new friends like his mom was trying to tell him. All he needed was to go back home. You took out something from your pocket and showed it to him, “look, my mom said I could give one to my first friend. She said it was sharing. Want one?”

In her little palm, were two kiss chocolates. “You’re not my friend,” he grumbled, “I don’t know your name.” At that, you giggled, “I’m Y/N!” you took his hand and placed a chocolate there, “there, now we’re officially friends.”

“See, Jae? You can spend some time with Y/N and have fun. Before you know it, I’ll be back,” she promised.

“Yeah, Jae! Come play blocks with me, and then we can try the coloring.” You held his hand as you led him deeper into the classroom. Just like that, Jae began to feel a little warmth in his chest. He didn’t mind that his favorite thing to do was play tag outside or that he wasn’t really good at coloring inside lines yet. But that didn’t matter to him. As long as he had this one friend around, he was content.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I want to run far away

My heart that already chases after you, Blazes up as a small flame

Looking back at it now, it was a little funny. All it took to let you in back then was a simple chocolate kiss and your little sticky hand in his leading the way. You were always larger than life to him, sometimes he forgot that you were just as human as him.

As you two continued to grow, nothing seemed to change your friendship. But he knew that the depth of his feelings wasn’t mutual. It was in the way that you brought a lot different people together and decided to call it your family. Another of your friends, Jungwoo, liked to joke that you collected introverts for fun. To Jaehyun, it was more likely that you just didn’t see the fun in leaving people out. You were charming and passionate. Traits he wished he had. Your empathetic nature and gentle disposition were all that Jaehyun needed, even if he wasn’t the only recipient.

Once you guys started to hit puberty, things started to feel rocky. Jaehyun couldn’t help but physically distance himself from you, his ears were always red-hot. You had always been pretty to Jaehyun, but you were starting to become really beautiful. And if the boy’s locker rooms’ talk were anything to go by, then other people were definitely starting to realize “what a great catch” you were.

It really pissed him off. Who were they to say things as if all you were was a piece of meat? It disgusted him. But what disgusted him more was the fact that sometimes, he couldn’t help but also feel the way your body felt in his when you hugged in greeting. He hated the way his body reacted to everything you did.

He first messed around with a senior girl back when he was a sophomore, Sooyoung. She was leaving and he couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was a piece of trash and he was tired of hearing the way he would share what Jae considered to be intimate moments that had no business being public. But you seemed so happy… that next game, Jae stole the ball from him and scored on his own. Even if it cost him a three hour lecture from the coach, he would do it again. Fuck being a team, that guy was an asshole.

What he hadn’t planned on was liking messing around. He would never admit it, but the reason he couldn’t commit was because he couldn’t get rid of that small grain of hope that glowed in his chest every time you stared at him longer than would be deemed normal. It wasn’t often, but he knew he wasn’t seeing things. So, he succumbed to the cycle of push-and-pull that you guys had going on.

Jaehyun wasn’t blind, he knew that your work definitely spoke of your professionalism, but he’s also seen the way Nakamoto stared after you. Of the way his hand would often touch your waist when walking together. Even now, as he hears you apologize through the phone again as you get ready for your “date” with him he can’t help this heart feel heavy with anger. Anger at himself, for letting you slip away once more. He usually hopes for nothing but the best for you, but this time, he wishes you had an awful dinner.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I don't believe in romance

I'm afraid that after burning my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes

Throughout the entire dinner, you can’t seem to get Jae out of your mind. It keeps you from enjoying the delicious food, keeps you from keeping your usual banter with Nakamoto.

You’re about to call it a night and thank Nakamoto for inviting you out when he beats you to it, “damn, I was hoping this might be a good break from the usual overtime we do, but something tells me your mind has been elsewhere,” he offers good naturedly, “I know it’s valentine’s, so maybe this is why we feel so awkward, right?”.

You grimace a bit at that, “ah—I’m sorry. I really am grateful for the way you look after me in the company and I’m also thankful for this lovely dinner,” you stop a bit, afraid you might offend him, “I agreed to come out tonight, so no need to feel awkward.” You offer a smile.

“Alright then. I guess you already have your sights on someone?” he prods. Should you be honest? There was no rule against dating outside your department, and you were pretty sure your new boss’s wife also worked within the company. “…I do. But I’m pretty sure they don’t feel the same way. It’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Surely if something were to have happened, it would have by now.” You were loosening up, definitely the wine’s fault.

Nakamoto sighs at that, “damn, and here I thought I could woo you after this,” he winks jokingly but you laugh him off. You knew he didn’t care for you that way. “I really hope you’re talking about the guy you always eat lunch with. I swear everyone thought you guys were married when you were released from training.”

“What?! No, I—we’ve been friends since we were children—”

“Aha! So it was him then,” he smirks. “Good.”

You groan, “Please, no.”

“What, it’s not him? You sure about that?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement,” you groan. Why were you discussing your love life? You push the wine away and take a sip of your water.

“Hmm. That’s too bad. Could have sworn that guy was after you.” He stands up. “But fine, I’ll stop prodding.”

You sigh in relief—“for now.” You groan. “What do you even mean by that? You don’t even know him. Or me, or at least personally at least.”

“Mmm, I don’t have to. Some things you just know. Like how he wishes I was six feet under every time we run across him at work,” he sobers up at that. “He seemed like a cool dude, but his glare isn’t too friendly. I don’t know how you fell for that.”

You scoff, “just because someone has a resting bitch face doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.”

You both make your way to the underground parking. “You’re right, it just makes them unapproachable. Is that why you won’t confess?” His genuine tone rubs you the wrong way, you don’t need be given false hope.

“Stop it, you said you would drop it,” you frown, “Anyways, thank you for the food boss—”

“—not your boss anymore. Just call me Yuta, we’re partners now.”

“Aren’t you two years older than me?”

“And?”

You shrug at that, “well, thanks Yuta. For the food, not for the interrogation.” He chuckles at that, nodding while pulling out his car keys. “see you Monday!” he waves you off.

You sigh as you get home. It wasn’t as late as you thought it was, only a few minutes past nine. You really wanted to see him. Would he be busy?

You fish out your phone and dial his number before chickening out.

“Hello?”

“Jae! It’s me. Are you busy right now?” your heartbeat is pounding so loud, you’re scared he could hear it on the other end. “Right now?” you hear shuffling on the other end, “no, I was just reading that book Jungwoo sent me. Might have dozed off a bit into it but don’t tell him I said that,” he chuckles.

“Why, is everything ok? It’s still early, did you end dinner that fast?”

“Oh, Yuta and I called it a night pretty early. Too many couples were out and about and it got a bit awkward,” you explained.

“Yuta?”

“Ah, yes. Yuta Nakamoto, but now that we’re associates, he said it would be better to address him less formally.” You waive him off, “actually, I was wondering—if it’s not too late, can I still come over? If not, that’s cool. We can still hang out tomorrow, but your birthday is today and I thought—”

He laughs at your rambles, “of course you can come over, you know you don’t have to ask. How many times have I told you that?”

“Ok, ok. Just checking,” you still had your comfy change of clothes in your car, so you opt to save those for tomorrow and change into something causal for tonight.

“Do you want me to go get you? We can get ice cream on the way, hopefully they don’t close early.”

“Sounds like a plan then,” curse your heart for melting at everything he says.

“Alright, give me 15 and I’ll be there.” He hangs up.

You look at your bag, resting on your sofa and you sigh. The entire night, it’s almost as if you could feel the weight of his gift weighing it down. Yuta is known for being very observant, it’s why he was so good at his job. Closing deals and making contracts in advertisement. Would he be right about this? You know you desperately wish he was, but is it worth risking your best friend?

EndNote | Woooow, that was a longass ride. Let me know if you liked it or if there are other typos I missed! Or just to let me know what you thought, that would be much appreciated. I'm thinking of finishing it by Sunday 6/13, so hopefully the next part is up by then. Until then!

Here's Part 2!

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[starlost-andfound]

at the divide // d.s (seasons change au)

Warning: The events in this au are an addition to the timeline of Seasons Change by @chilling-seavey (also pic credits to her <3). To avoid spoilers, please go read that amazing masterpiece first (and check out her other writing)

Inspired by If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves

Summary: Daniel searches for Marigold’s presence in a time he misses her the most.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and grief, alcohol consumption, kind of unedited

Word Count: Approximately 3K

A/N: If you want to really feel this one, listen to If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves and Marigold and Daniel’s song Cover Me Up by Morgan Wallen

I'll meet you at the divide

To break the spell

It was too good to be true, like a fantasy with a tragic twist, a hope for a sunny day clouded by storms. Daniel carried a heavy heart yet he felt empty. His heart beat in his chest, pumping life into his veins but he loomed around in silence. He was a ghost haunted by the walls of his own home. The house was draped in an eerie quiet, so quiet Daniel could hear the clock ticking in his bedroom from downstairs. He set aside his freshly washed plate in the drying rack and dumped his emptied beer bottle in the bin. When Lennox went to school, lunches were painfully quiet. Daniel often found himself in front of the TV, eating his lunch with the background noise of any program playing on the screen.

With a sigh he rested his hands against the counter, leaning forward. His eyes drifted to the living room, where a line of photo frames stood on the mantle above the fireplace. She was everywhere. Daniel didn’t know whether that was a blessing or a curse. The clock ticked rhythmically, Daniel couldn't count the hours. His fingers traced the frames on the mantle. She was always smiling, even when it hurt the most. He never understood how. How could she hold all the rays of the sun while her star collapsed? He was the moon without a sun sharing its light, a dark unlit sky with lonely stars.

Stars. Lennox. Daniel smiled shakily, his vision blurring as he stood in front of the last photo on the fireplace. Even as the faces and colours blended together with his tears, he could still remember the image clearly. Lennox’s first hockey match. Lennox was squashed between Daniel and Marigold, wearing his hockey gear. They all held matching smiles on their faces. She was everywhere and maybe that’s what made it so hard to let go, suffocating when her presence was embedded in the air around him.

Daniel grabbed himself a beer and sat down on the couch, picking up a familiar belonging: a scrapbook Marigold had crafted for them, celebrating their early dating anniversaries. The book’s cover was brightly decorated with stars and stickers. He sat down, tracing his fingers over the scribbled text in her handwriting. He flipped through the pages, taking his time to trace the stuck-on tickets and read the small love letters Marigold had delicately weaved in her writing.

A point where two worlds collide

Yeah, we'll rebel

His mind felt dizzy with the slight tinge of alcohol. All the memories printed into the scrapbook seemed like distant conversations and hazy images. He turned the page over, his eyes falling to a scribbled date in the middle and countless doodles and stickers in the background. His heart dropped as his mind took him back to one of the most special nights in his life.His mind and heart pulled him down like an anchor into the sea, dragging him deeper until there wasn’t enough light left to see.  

Daniel wiped the stream of tears off his face, closing the book. He sunk down farther into the couch, holding his head as he cried. He exhaled shakily, feeling a light feather touch trailed up his shoulder. Daniel tensed as he heard a whisper. The voice was smooth like a calming wind, familiar like the arms of a lover.

“Why so many tears, my sweet?”

He opened his eyes and from the blurry mist in his eyes he saw the form of the woman who carried his heart.

“Sunshine,” he breathed. Daniel threw his arms around her in an instant. He cried, clinging on to her tighter as sobs shook his body.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Marigold held him close, rubbing soothing circles over his back. She kissed his head as he cried. She tried to pull back slightly but Daniel only held her closer.

“How- you-you’re here-I don’t know what to do, Marigold,” he whimpered. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Why would you say that, hmm?” she pulled back and cupped his cheeks. Her thumbs wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You’re doing so well, my sweet. I am so proud of you.”

Daniel shook his head from side to side. He gripped her shirt and rested his head against her chest. His lips trembled, “I just want you back.”

Marigold sighed quietly, “You know that’s not possible.”

“Please don’t go. ”

And we run

And we run

And we run

Until we break through

“I won’t leave just yet,” she stroked his hair gently.

Daniel sniffled, and looked up. He reached his hand up, brushing his hand along her jaw and then cupping her cheek, “You are very real.”

Marigold laughed softly, “Yes, I am here.”

“Do you-” Daniel held her hand. “Does it hurt anymore?”

Marigold smiled, “Not anymore, no.”

Daniel smiled shakily, feeling the tears build up again at the answer he wished he had heard many months ago. He sat up and his hands reached up to caress her cheek. She had this golden glow that reminded Daniel of when she was carrying Lennox. “You’re so beautiful.”

Marigold smiled.

Daniel pressed his forehead against hers, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, my sweet.”

He leaned closer, pressing his lips on hers. Her soft lips and skin disappeared under his touch, fading into the air. Daniel fell forward on the couch, his hands gripping the fabric. He snapped his head around in search of her, letting out a strangled cry as he was met with the walls of his living room.

If I get high enough

Will I see you again?

Daniel was falling into a routine and he was growing to hate it. With no energy by noon, he often landed on a couch, a drink in his hand and the multiple CD’s of home videos by his side. He never drank too much before Lennox came home. Lennox was the only light which filled the gaping hole in his chest but the sharp taste of the beer numbed his mind. It calmed the storm of emotions he carried inside, just for a few moments and for him that was enough. Daniel entered the living room with a beer in his hand, heading to the CD’s by the television. The text on the CD covers were fading where he held them, some more than others, exposing the amount of times he watched them.

I feel my loss every night

Not long to wait

He slumped back down on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand as the video loaded. A crackle echoed over the speaker before a soft voice spoke.

And if I do this thing right

I dream of our escape

“Lennox, say hi,” Marigold whispered behind the camera.

She zoomed in on a baby Lennox, waddling around the flowers in the garden in his small yellow boots. He wore one of Marigold’s old sweaters, far too small for her but slightly too large for the little boy. The sleeves and hem of the sweater were rolled up, hugging his body. Spud turned to the camera and grinned, his two little teeth sticking out. He waved his arm at the camera and turned back to the flowers decorating their garden.

He pointed at the bunch of hydrangeas and tugged at his sweater, “Blue. Like mine.”

Marigold gasped, “Yes, well done my shining star!”

Spud giggled and the camera turned just as Daniel’s car rolled into the driveway.

“Daddy’s here!‘ Marigold captured Daniel stepping out of the truck with a smile. Lennox squealed, running to Daniel with his hands up. “Dada!”

Daniel scooped him up into his arms, bouncing him gently, “Hi Spud, I missed you!”

Marigold shuffled closer to Daniel, the camera lens covered as they shared a quick kiss, “Hi my sweet.”

“Hey sunshine.”

The camera flipped, fitting all three of them into the frame. Lennox grabbed the camera in his hands and pressed the lens close to his face.

“Oh, careful Spud.”

The curious child attempted to hold the camera out like his mother, pointing at the flowers, “Blue!” The garden twisted into a spiral as the camera tumbled out of his hands and the video cut off.

Daniel sniffled quietly and took a gulp of his beer. The next video began to roll. He heard the familiar sound of her footsteps down the stairs. The camera trailed the floor until it lifted up outside the house, pointing at Daniel.

“Look how handsome my baby daddy is.”

Daniel glanced up at the camera with a bashful smile. Marigold pulled him up by his arm so he could be seen better and she set her hand against his chest, giving him a pat.

“I’m going to have to keep close eyes on you at Sunday brunch. All the ladies are gonna want a piece of this.”

“Oh my gosh.” Daniel chuckled shyly.

“And my other handsome man!” Marigold added, shuffling around the open door to get a good shot of the baby in the car seat. “Gonna be fighting the ladies off you too, my beautiful boy.”

Lennox blinked up at her but her same smile could be seen forming behind his pacifier that bumped excitedly against his little nose. Marigold turned the camera around as she leaned in with Daniel, capturing both of them together and Daniel just smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She looked up at him lovingly, “Happy first Father’s Day, my sweet.”

“Thank you.” Daniel smiled, meeting her halfway for a kiss. “And thank you for making me a father.”

They shared a few more kisses and ‘I love you’s until Lennox let out a small cry.

“Oh my.” Marigold said, addressing the camera again as Daniel left the frame to care for Lennox, “Well, when Lennox says it’s time to go, it’s time to go! We have church to get to and a bunch to show off at.”

When she was a few steps away, the camera caught her admiring her husband over her shoulder as he finished buckling in the baby.

She looked back to the camera and spoke gently with her wide grin spread all over her soft face, “Lennox Blake, if you’re watching this some time in the future when you’re grown up and annoyed by your parents – just know that you have the best daddy in the whole stinking world. I picked him out myself for you so that’s how you know he’s good.”

The camera clicked softly and a another video played.

The screen zoomed in on Daniel and Lennox across the grass. Lennox was tucked up on his shoulder and Daniel was pointing out little flowers and the buds on the trees as they walked. He finally looked over and caught Marigold filming, a shy smile taking over his face and he rested his head against his son’s tiny body.

And we run

And we run

Daniel was a mess, his stray tears turning into quiet sobs. He turned off the TV, the bright screen of colours and memories turning into a reflection of his pain. He chugged down the rest of his second beer and dragged himself off the couch. The air felt stuffy, like he couldn’t breathe properly. He swayed as he stumbled to the garden door, nearly falling down the steps. A choked sob left his lips and he covered his mouth. He stormed past the bushes of overgrown, wilting flowers.

And we run

Until we break through

Daniel stumbled to the back of the garden, grabbing the support of the garden swing. The tears fell down his face , smudging the darkening colours of the flowers around him. He slid down to the grass, leaning his head back. Daniel dug his fists into the ground, tugging out strands of grass with a yell. The pain in his chest burned into tears and he closed his eyes, drowning himself in his loss. His head felt heavy with what remained of the alcohol in the system and his tears. A soft breeze rustled gently.

If I get high enough

Will I see you again?

A soft hand brushed his cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“My sweet.”

Daniel shook his head, “No, go away.”

“Daniel, my sweet. It’s okay, I’m here.”

He wiped his eyes and took a shaky breath as he saw her again. “Mari.”

“Come on, let’s get you up.” Marigold reached out her hands to pull him up to his feet. She dusted off his shoulders and smiled. “There. Much better. Come on.”

Daniel sniffled, his eyes focused on Marigold in some state of confusion and surprise. Her arm was wrapped around Daniel’s as she guided him inside the house. He lifted his finger to touch her cheek. Marigold giggled softly, “What are you doing?”

“Where are we going?” his voice cracked.

“I haven’t seen Apollo and Venus in so long,” Marigold smiled, looking up at Daniel. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Daniel moved at a slow pace, trotting beside Marigold on her horse. Marigold looked around at the green fields ahead of them, a glow in her eyes. He watched how her hair moved in the wind, her blonde curls flowing. The sun reflected on her face, and Daniel smiled. Her face was full of colour, no longer pale, no longer lifeless. For once she seemed at ease and Daniel had forgotten what that felt like.

Marigold slowed down to a stop and for the first time Daniel turned his head away from her. He gasped softly, instantly recognizing their surroundings, their spot. He followed her movements as she climbed off her horse and sat down at the spot where he would normally park the truck. Marigold shifted closer to Daniel, if it was even possible, and placed her head on his shoulder.

Daniel held her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. Marigold sighed, “No matter how many times we come here, the view still takes my breath away. It’s beautiful.”

Daniel hummed in agreement but his focus seemed to lie on staying as close to her as possible.

“You haven’t been singing much lately, my sweet,” she remarked.

“I know,” Daniel mumbled. His voice trembled and he took a moment to breathe. “It’s hard.”

Marigold smiled softly and caressed his cheek. “Could you sing something for me?”

Daniel nodded. His voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper. “A h-heart on the run.” He gulped. His eyes connected with hers and he sighed shakily. “Keeps a hand on the gun. You can’t trust anyone. I was so su-s”

Daniel’s head bowed down and he wiped his eyes, “I-I’m so-sorry-”

Marigold shook her head, cupping his cheeks. She wiped his tears away and smiled softly. “I was so sure. What I needed was more, tried to shoot out the sun,” she sang.

Daniel lifted his eyes to hers, his frown breaking into a shaky smile. “The days when we raged, we flew off the page. Such damage was done,” he joined in unison.

Marigold stood up on her feet, reaching out her hand. Daniel stood up, his hand in hers as she pulled him closer. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and Daniel held her waist, sucking in his breath. “But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew I was meant for someone.”

They swayed gently from side to side. Daniel cried quietly, pulling her closer until there was barely space between them, his forehead against hers. They shared the kisses that had been stolen from them, singing the unfinished lyrics of their song with their lips just a touch apart. A setting sun cast a dreamy light over the couple. Daniel’s singing was consumed by his tears and he buried his head in between her neck and shoulder. He held her tighter, his tears staining her beautiful dress.  

“So cover me up and know you're enough.” Marigold rubbed her hands soothingly over his back and kissed his shoulder. “To use me for good.”

Marigold moved her hands to his chest. Daniel didn’t move, wanting to be in her arms. “My sweet, it’s getting dark. We should get home.”

Daniel pulled away reluctantly, holding her hand as they walked back to Apollo and Venus. Marigold waited by his side as he climbed his horse. She placed her hand on his knee and they leaned closer, their lips meeting each other halfway. Daniel nearly wished he couldn’t breathe when he pulled away for a breath. Marigold pecked his lips again before climbing her horse.

She travelled forward, Daniel following behind. Marigold sped up, urging her horse to gallop faster. Daniel frowned and tried to catch up with her.

“Sunshine,” he was an arm’s reach away.

“My sweet,” Marigold turned back to him with a smile, but it wasn’t the same. There was some underlying loss in her smile and it made Daniel’s heart drop to his stomach. “It’s time to go.”

“Sunshin-” he hurried Venus to run faster. “Sunshine! Marigold, wait!”

And we run

And we run

And we run

Daniel struggled, panting. The wind blew harshly in his face as Marigold moved faster, turning into a blur. Marigold faded farther and farther away until she disappeared. He cried out for her, his voice dying out into violent sobs. “Mari-stop!”.

Venus turned to mist from beneath him and Daniel fell to his knees. He pulled himself up, ignoring the ache in his legs and he broke into a sprint.

He felt himself fade the faster he ran, hearing a voice call out for him, but it wasn’t hers. The distance he covered never seemed enough as the fields ran endlessly in front of him. His legs gave out under him and he fell, head first into the grass.

Until we break through

Daniel’s eyes opened and he turned over with a groan, feeling someone shake his shoulder. “Dad, dad!”

He sat up in a sudden movement, startling Lennox. Daniel pulled himself to his feet, marching past Lennox to the stables.

“Dad, what happened? Where are you going?” Lennox followed him, his school bag bouncing on his bag as he kept up with his father. Daniel entered the stables, his shoulders falling as he found the horses well kept in their pens.  

“Dad?”  Lennox walked up to his side and held his arm, looking up at a distraught Daniel. He looked down at Lennox and brushed his hand over his head. Daniel pulled Lennox close, hugging him tight. Lennox welcomed the hug, unknowing of the inner turmoil in Daniel’s heart. He could still feel her in their own shining star, little remnants of sunshine and beautiful blooming flowers.

“Let’s go inside, Spud,” he whispered.

Lennox pulled away with a smile and jogged back into the house. Daniel watched him go before he turned back to the stable. He looked past the open entryway where the green fields stretched out to the horizon, meeting the sky.

And we run

And we run

And we run

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#Daniel seavey #Daniel seavey imagines #seasons change

[hailhydra920]

Sunshine

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Just fluff, ya’ll! And shy Bucky.

A/n: This is for @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​ Drunk In Love challenge, today’s was Flowers. This is also for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ HBC Week of Love, today’s was first kiss.

           Whistling a happy tune, Bucky rounded the corner and walked toward the flower shop. The doorbell jingled as Bucky pushed it open, and the aroma of sweet flowers filled his nose. His eyes darted to the various colors and patterns of the flowers that surrounded him. They were all so beautiful and his blue eyes drank in everything. He felt like an ugly troll in the midst of fairies. An old lady walked up to Bucky with a smile.

           “Looking for flowers for someone special?” She asked kindly.

           Bucky laughed shyly. “Y-yeah. She’s something else. I wanna confess my feelings to her.”

           “Well, I could help you find whatever you need.”

           “Uh, I’m not really good with flowers. These look pretty.” Bucky said pointing to a bouquet.

           The woman laughed. “Those mean death and sorrow.”

           Bucky quickly retracted his hand. “Oh…that’s sad. Do you have any that mean sunshine? She’s the sunshine of my life.”

           “Of course. Sunflowers would be what you’re looking for.” She said as Bucky chuckled.

           “Yeah. Sunshine. Sunflowers. Makes sense.”

           The woman arranged a lovely bouquet, adding some flowers that mean joy and happiness into the mix. She handed the bouquet to Bucky and he sheepishly grabbed them.

           “Uh, how much?” Bucky asked reaching into his pocket.

           She waved her hand and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

           “Are you sure? I can p—”

           “Look dear, I’ve seen enough men in my lifetime, and I know when someone cares very deeply about someone. I think you deserve some little blessings in your life. Please, take the flowers to your girl.”

           Bucky couldn’t stop his smile. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you.”

           Waving to the woman one last time, Bucky exited the cozy shop. He clutched the bouquet tightly and marched toward your apartment. He raised his flesh hand and gently knocked on your door. He waited with a nervous sweat as the silence seemed too deafening. You slowly opened the door, and Bucky’s breath hitched. Gosh, you looked beautiful.

           “Hey Bucky.”

           In a nervous reflex, he brought the flowers to your face. “Uh, flowers, for you. Sunflowers because, u-uh, you’re the sunshine of m-my life.”

           You smiled at the adorable mess he was and gently grabbed the flowers from his hand.

           “Thank you.”

           Bucky wrung his hands together, sweat starting to form on them, and he let out a shaky breath before continuing. “I l-like you. A-a lot. You make my whole life brighter and I would really love it if you became my girl. You don’t have to of course, I was o-only suggesting, I totally understand if you wouldn’t want to be with a man like me, I—”

           You giggled and pressed a finger to his lips. Red blossomed on his cheeks, and words stopped tumbling out of his mouth immediately.

           “I like you too, Bucky. I would love to be your girl.”

           Bucky let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes looked happily into yours. “Can I kiss you?”

           You nodded and Bucky slowly edged closer. He gently caressed hour face with his rough hands and swallowed down a nervous lump before closing the distance. His whole world seemed to explode with color and feeling he’d never known. Your hands tangled into his hair, and he pulled you closer. Safety and love seemed to engulf both of you, and Bucky reveled in it.  As you pulled away, you looked into each other’s eyes.

           “Not bad for a first kiss.” You giggled.

           Bucky hummed in agreement. “Not bad at all, doll.”

#HBC Week of Love #rwlc drunk in love challenge #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #first kiss #flowers

[hey-there-love]

Foolish

Summary: Being the new kid is hard right? Try moving across the world to attend the elite hero course at U.A. Unfortunately following the path of straight and narrow is difficult when you find a blonde ball of death throwing twists in it. Nobody said it was easy. New experiences, new friends, new interests...what could go wrong?

Chapter 2: Oh You’re Feisty

Content Warnings: Adult Language, Cringy Situations

Word Count: 2.2K

Once you gathered yourself, you opened the door and peaked around, searching for any sign of life. Grateful you were by yourself, you began to search for towels. After they were located, you washed the grime from the long flight away.

Quickly you got dressed, brushed your hair, and began to apply a light coat of mascara. You began to sing to yourself to calm your nerves about meeting your new class mates.

“Are you singing Ariana Grande? I love her!” Someone squealed, rushing into the bathroom. You jumped at the voice and managed to hit your lid with the whole mascara wand. You clutched your chest and whipped your head around.

“Hey look! Twins!” The pink girl cracked a joke. You embarrassingly horse laughed because she wasn’t wrong. She had sweet deep eyes that were black and brown.

“I swear I think I’ll have a heart attack before I even start my classes here.” You shook your head and inspected the damage to your makeup. You ran your finger under the faucet and began to scrub your eyelid making the simple error into a huge smudge. You groaned and glanced back to her with pleading eyes.

“Here,” she began digging into a drawer, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes. “Uraraka usually keeps these in here.”

“I’m assuming you’re Mina, my new neighbor right?” You questioned, thankful as you wiped the makeup off.

“You’d be correct! It’s good to meet you Y/N. I can already tell we’re going to be fast friends. Cute jeans by the way.”

“Thanks! I got these from H&M. I literally bought every color , so if you ever wanna borrow a pair let me know.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer! Are you ready? Dinner is almost done and I figured I’d come check on you.” She responded, taking a seat on the counter top next to you.

“I am. Just let me drop my stuff off in my room.” You said opting to give up on the mascara after your incident. You finished primping and picked your things up.

As you walked back to your room she began to question your previous statement. “Who else gave you a heart attack? You’ve only been here for an hour!”

“Oh, actually I was heading into the bathroom and I guess I wasn’t paying attention and I crashed right into a guy. I felt so bad.” You said, unlocking your room and setting your things down on the desk.

“It was probably Kirishima! He came back downstairs whenever I got up. ” She giggled and leaned against your door frame.

“Well he definitely laughed at me after he pulled my underwear off of my shoulder!” You said slapping yourself in the forehead.

“Oh my gosh!” Mina squealed. “He never said anything so I guess your secret it safe. I hope they were old lady underwear for his sake. He definitely gets flustered easily.”

“He didn’t blush in the least and it was a thong! I don’t even think I could look him in the eye! Wait what does he look like?” You asked examining yourself for a final time and spraying a little bit of body spray.

“Spiked red hair, sharp teeth, the cutest boy wonder smile ever.” She gushed. That definitely wasn’t who you encountered.

“No it wasn’t him then, he had a permanent look of disgust. ” Her eyes grew wide and your face dropped. “What?”

“KATSUKI FREAKING BAKUGO TOUCHED YOUR PANTIES?” She hollered, making your ears ring. You shushed her not wanting to relive the experience.

“Not so loud! I don’t need everyone to know about my underwear!” You cried out , cheeks heating up.

“That’s hilarious. King of Murder and Destruction Bakugo. Laid hands. On. Your. Thong.” You swore she was about fall over laughing.

“Do you think he said anything?” You covered your face, completely and utterly mortified.

“Maybe just Kirishima because they’re best bros, but he despises everyone else so you have nothing to worry about!”

You groaned. “Can we please forget that ever happened and go?” Pleading as you pushed her out the door.

“Sure thing bestie my lips are sealed.” Mina replied, mimicking a zip and locking her mouth. She then looped her arm through yours and made you skip to the elevator.

“Can you give me a quick run down of what I’m about to walk into?” You questioned as she pressed the button on the elevator.

“Well, the girls are the most awesome people you’ll ever meet. You’ve met Momo, but there’s Jiro, who has a great taste in tunes but kinda moody. Uraraka, the biggest ray of sunshine on the planet. Hakegure, who has the best personality ever. Tsu, is a little different, but is hilarious, and of course the greatest person you’ll ever meet...me!” She laughed, squeezing your arm.

“And the guys...well they’re guys of course. Kirishima, a total sweetheart and a feminist might I add. Midoryia, nice kid but villain magnet. Ayoma, he’s from France and I think he’s on the DL if you catch my drift. Absolutely at all costs stay away from Mineta. The little grape asshole with give you permanent taste of vomit in your mouth.” You crinkled your nose at the last comment. She continued, “Todoroki, which is the number one pro her Endeavor’s son and a total hottie.” She wagged her eyebrows making you laugh. “Shinso, who is the strong quiet type. Tokoyami, very respectful, the type you’d take home for Sunday dinner.”

“There’s Sero, he gives great advice he’s almost like the class therapist. Koda is a modern day Snow White and has the cutest bunny ever. Sato bakes like it’s nobody’s business and will literally make you gain 10 pounds. Then finally there’s the angry Pomeranian Bakugo.” Mina finished finally. You were pretty sure she just ran out of breath after trying to explain to you quickly before the elevator doors opened.

Mina guides you through the threshold where a bright banner read ‘Welcome to Class 3-A Y/N!’ “That’s so nice!” You said excitedly and pulled out your phone to snap a picture. Low music flowed through the large room as people mingled. No one seemed to notice that you two had joined the group. “Hello? The guest of honor is here!” Mina called out. Soon there were eyes centered on you. You waved slightly to the crowd.

You were met with bright grins and greetings. “Well hello gorgeous.” Someone spoke, you began to search for the voice. “Hey, I’m right here!” You looked slightly down and discovered a...vertically challenged boy staring at you. Well he was actually trying to stare at your boobs through your baggy sweatshirt.

“Um...hey? My eyes are up here dude.” You grimaced. Mina rolled her eyes.

“Oh I know this view is much sexier. I’m Minuro Mineta, class 3-A stud. What’s your name babe?” He wiggled his eye brows and blew you a kiss.

Ugh gross. You thought.

“This is Y/N. Back away now maggot or I’ll crush you like a bug.” Mina hissed.

“Ooooh. I’ve never been stepped on before, but if you’re doing it Mina I’d love to try.” He smirked back licking his lips. A blonde quickly rushed over and pushed Mineta back before Mina lunged at him.

“Whoa dude chill. Let her acclimate before you start being gross. I’m Denki Kaminari by the way.” He said sticking out his fist. You extended yours and fist bumped him.

“Hey, I’m Y/N nice to meet you.” You replied.

“Weren’t you interning with Hopewing back in the States? She totally rocks, I actually got her autograph whenever we went to the I-Expo a few years back.” Kaminari seemed pretty interested in the Pro Hero so you indulged him a little.

“Sure did, she taught me a whole lot about quirk control and management. Hopewing was a great influence on me, she’s kinda like my All Might I guess.” You laughed and scratched the back of your head.

“Super cool,” Kaminari replied, “Come meet the guys we were all actually interested in your quirk. Maybe you could show it off?” He grabbed your hand and lead you over to the couch where a few people sat talking. You looked over your shoulder at Mina who gave you a thumbs up.

“Guys, this is Y/N! She’s pretty cool!” Kaminari said eagerly. A chorus of greetings rang in your ears. “Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, and Bakubro.” He pointed to each one of them and sat down on the arm of the couch, leaving you awkwardly standing infront of the group. You met Bakugo’s eyes for a split second before gaining a glare and quickly averted your eyes.

“So where are you from?” Kirishma questioned.

Before you could answer Bakugo spoke up, “The states dumbass where else?” He crossed his arms across his chest. His friend glanced at him and stuck his tongue out.

“Ignore him, he hasn’t eaten since this afternoon. He gets a little cranky when he doesn’t fed around the clock.” He reached across and pinched Bakugos cheek lightly.

“Remove your hand Shitty hair before I blast your ass.” Bakugo scowled.

“See?”

“Shitty hair...” He warned and his hand began to heat up emitting a small cloud of smoke. The group rolled their eyes.

“Anyways, I’m from Chicago, Illinois.” You answered before Bakugo could make his threat a reality. You weren’t really scared, but slightly intimidated by the man.

“Is that kinda like New York City?” Sero questioned thoughtfully.

“Kinda. Chicago isn’t nearly as big.”

“You must be tired from the flight over.” Todoroki spoke up noticing you were getting standing uncomfortablely. He stood up from the love seat he sat on, offering you his spot.

“It’s no biggie. I’m just over this jet lag.” You said, ushering him to sit back down.

“Well at least sit with me then? I’m respectful.” He continued before you took him up on his offer and sat down on the arm of the chair.

“Of course you are Icy-Hot.” Bakugo mocked. The comment being brushed off.

The hell was this dudes problem?

“The jet lag is kinda awful, but it’ll be nothing compared to this time change. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much tonight, I might just finish unpacking everything.” You said leaning back and closing your eyes for a second.

“Well if you need some help I’d be more than happy to assist my floor neighbor.” Kirishma offered.

“I’d actually really like that I have a book shelf that needs to be put together and I have no handiness what so ever.” You smiled. You felt eyes on you and peaked at Bakugo from your peripheral.

“So, like I saying earlier...this quirk?” Kaminari spoke up breaking the encounter with Kirishma.

“Kaminari why do I feel like you only friended me for my quirk?” You joked sarcastically.

“I did not! I’m just saying I think you owe me a demonstration since I practically saved you from Mineta humping your leg.” Sero fake gagged.

“Fine fine. Todoroki, I’d scoot over just a little bit I don’t want to ruin your vision like mine.” You said. His eyes grew wide and squeezed himself into the opposite arm of the chair. You closed your eyes and began to relax your body then staring at your finger tip. Your finger began to glow.

“That’s it?” Bakugo said, unimpressed. All of a sudden your hand began to glow blue before plasma rose through your skin. You began to use your other hand to shape it into a sphere. You tossed it slightly in the air and caught it before absorbing it back into your hand. You smiled

“Whoa...” the group responded. “What’s that called?” Sero questioned.

Just as you were about to share a guy came running over. “You have Ultra Violence?” He yelled and planted himself sitting across from you on the edge of the coffee table.

“You know my quirk?” You asked propping your elbows on your knees.

“Of course! I can’t believe I didn’t put it together before you got here! You’re the daughter of Stage Four! The plasma hero! His whole body can change into plasma! Can you do that too?” He said as he pulled a notebook out of seemingly thin air.

“Damn Deku. I thought I burned that thing?” Bakugo said, nostrils flaring.

“Oh you did Kachan...multiple times.” The guy said showing off the burn edges. He nervously smiled.

“Put that weird shit away before I finish it.”

“I think it’s cool. I’d like to see it sometime.” You said motioning to his prized possession.

“Just cause you’re new doesn’t mean you have to kiss everyone’s ass, you know.” Bakugo retorted.

“Are you just jealous because I’m not kissing yours?” You countered, a sly smile spreading across your lips.

He paused, thinking of a response. Obviously flustered, “Tch, screw you newbie.”

“Jeez Bakugo, if you suck your teeth anymore they’ll go straight down your throat.”

It looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet under. A small amount of smoke began to rise from him until he huffed and stormed away.

“Well shit, I think she just might make it around here. She defused the bomb!” Kaminari clapped and grinned ear to ear. You sat back down feeling completely flushed.

“Dinner is served!” Iida called from the kitchen.

“Midoryia right?” You asked. The green haired boy nodded his head quickly. “We’ll talk later and I can answer all your questions.” You smiled kindly and placed a hand of his arm, squeezing lightly

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #my hero academia #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x y/n

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

so i watched ‘the broken hearts gallery’...

Oh boy. Oh boy.

I want to be generous, I really do- for my baby Geraldine and my baby daddy Dacre, if no one else. I watched Blockers a while back, and anyone who’s been in my general vicinity for the last two months knows I have a hot, pulsating mega-boner for Stranger Things.

Two people I like as the leads of a movie? It’s bound to be great, right?

… Right?

I’m gonna be honest; I’m probably not the best audience for a rom-com. Grand gestures make me uncomfortable, and cheesy love confessions make me want to hurl. Myself. Into the fucking sun.

But I’m willing to overlook all that if the film is enjoyable (the first To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before movie is bottled sunshine and rainbows and unicorn farts). Which The Broken Hearts Gallery was… sort of. Moderately.

Maybe it’s the whole premise that didn’t work all that swimmingly for me. The first time I had my heart broken was on March 25th, 2015, when Zayn left One Direction; and I’ve hoarded plenty of trash memorabilia, from the first bus ticket I bought for myself to chocolate wrappers I got from my friends in the ninth grade. But I can’t imagine anyone else would be interested in my junk- and I’d definitely not give half a shit about anyone else’s.

Maybe this is why I’m a STEM major. I don’t get art people.

Secondhand embarrassment is an exquisite form of torture. Forget waterboarding; if someone replayed that part where Lucy storms into the bistro and makes a scene and Nick has to physically carry her out, I’d just keel over and die.

Geraldine did justice to what she’d been given. Lucy might not make it to my list of favorite leads, but she’s got a charm that kind of grows on you. Like a dandelion, sort of. Technically a weed, but nice enough.

Dacre’s acting came across quite stiff- even the way he walked as Nick seemed like he had a nail-studded baseball bat up his arse. If I’d first encountered Dacre in this movie, I’d’ve thought him in the league of Noah Centineo and whoever the fuck played Hardin in After. Thankfully, I know what he’s capable of (with great difficulty, I hold myself back from choking this with gifs from Stranger Things)- so this, my guy, is a prime example of Bad Writing- or, what I like to call, Who the Fuck Thought Normal People Talk and Act This Way.

Not all, but a decent amount of conversations felt stilted and awkward, and fairly cartoonish. Not to mention that ending, where everyone at the gallery becomes a fucking hivemind and chants… that’s just cult behavior.

[picture me flailing my arms wildly at this part] It’s just. No.

Also, not to be that asshole, but why on god’s green earth does Lucy take Nick to meet her mum? Why are there are so many retirement home scenes in YA?? This is YA, right???

And Nick just… casually plays the piano. Unprompted. Just… sits down and starts playing. Because people do that.

Circling back to my antipathy for grand gestures: how awkward would it have been if that sign Nick drags halfway across New York just flickers out and dies when he confesses? “I love you,” he says, and the thing just goes out. Poof. Just like that.

And this movie made me realize how fucking. much. I hate music montages.

That being said, The Broken Hearts Gallery was not devoid of merits.

I adored the characters, for one. Magpie Lucy was a bit too quirky at times, but Geraldine’s performance put her more to the cute side than the annoying one on the quirkiness scale. Marcos and his wife (… does she get a name? I called her ‘Obama lady’ in my head) and Jeff belong in my pocket.

The female friendships were wonderful. Gosh, I loved Nadine and Amanda (even though I called them ‘Lesbian Friend’ and ‘Psycho Friend’ for a solid 95% of the movie because I forgot their names haha oops), and I loved how they had more personality than other best friends in typical YA. Their dynamic was super sweet and lovable, and I adored them. Me. A heartless bastard. Maybe there is hope for me besides eternal damnation.

The actors had really good chemistry- despite Dacre’s less-than-stellar performance (please don’t attack me; I want the man to father my children- I’m only being this harsh on him because I know what he’s capable of and this was far from his full potential), him and Geraldine worked really well together, and made one of the few cishet couples in media that don’t make me want to put my head in a microwave.

I really liked the little callbacks to the beginning of the movie; Nick’s in the front seat and Lucy’s in the back seat when they first meet, but when they’re coming home from visiting Cheryl, they’re sitting next to each other.

And Jeff finally talking after being on his phone for nearly the entire runtime? That’s literally the cutest fucking thing ever. I love how enthusiastic he is over meerkats- tell me more about their itty-bitty little legs, you cinnamon roll, you.

And this scene. Just, this.

And I don’t want to go on for too long about Dacre’s voice, even though I probably am, but GOOD LORD the man could read a grocery list and I’d be on my knees. His gravelly voice is everything. Even though I had trouble understanding parts of what he’d said because of aforementioned gravel.

Was art gallery lady in Ugly Betty? I think art gallery lady was in Ugly Betty. It was nice to see an old white lady giving a young brown padawan advice, for a change.

Okay, I don’t know how to end this, so here are gifs of Dacre Montgomery from Stranger Things:

#the broken hearts gallery #movie review #film review #rom com #romantic comedy #geraldine viswanathan #dacre montgomery

[malfoys-demigod]

Hi, can I request a fic where Reader meets Spencer's Mom for the first time? So like, at the start Spencer is talking to his Mom about reader on a visit, and shows her photos of you, saying how much he loves you and how much he wants to marry you and she insists on meeting you. Reader is nervous as she doesn't have a good relationship with her Mom, but it turns out Diana adores you and shows you pictures of baby Spencer, little baby facts about him and tells Spencer how perfect you are for him💜

She’s Perfect - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested by anon!

SPENCER’S POV

“She’s ready to see you, Mr. Reid.” said the nurse in the front desk. 

Despite having a pants dropping schedule at work, I always managed to find time for Y/N, and of course my mother. Even if I write to her everyday, being able to physically be with her hits differently. I get to entertain her by discussing how my day at work usually goes. I never brought up Y/N. I figured she didn’t want to see her son fly away into the arms of another woman but Y/N has been something special to me and it’s about time I share that part of my life with my mom. 

I take a big deep breath as I see my mom cleaning up her checkers game. “Hi, Mom.” I walked over, greeting her with a big hug. 

“Spencer, good to see you!” My mom looked at me, happy to finally see a familiar face again. “How have you been? It’s been awhile since you’ve visited.” 

“I’m sorry, work has recently been demanding. We’ve been receiving so many cases that sometimes after every case, we start a new one the next day! It’s been super crazy that our boss Agent Hotch considers sleeping overnight in his office! I can’t even get to allot myself time to spend time with either Y/N or you-“, Mom stopped my rambling as she heard an unfamiliar name, “Y/N? Who’s Y/N?” She asks, placing a finger on her chin.

 “She’s the love of my life, mom.” I said, smiling like a schoolboy in love, “I’ve been a proud boyfriend for 5 years and counting. I actually have pictures of her! Here.” I excitedly said, pulling out my phone which contained several hundreds of pictures of her. “This is her on our first date. We spent the day at the library, showing each other our favorite books.” 

I grinned even wider than before that I saw mom looking at me as if she’s never seen me this happy. “You must really love her, don’t you Spence?” She asked, rubbing me in the back. 

“With all my heart, mom.” I nodded. “From the very first day I laid eyes on her, I already knew she was going to be someone special to me. Being in love is a magical thing, but it doesn't always look the same for every couple. Some people fall in love and never express that love, others fall in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way, and sometimes people fall in love but can't make it work. Then, there are the lucky ones like me and Y/N who fall in love and whose love is returned. The admiration is mutual, we put each other first despite both having challenging jobs, and we feel safe in each other’s arms. I’m positively sure that I’m ready to ask for her hand in marriage, mom. I’m scared and nervous but receiving your blessing will help me overcome my anxiousness.” I reply whole heartedly, shedding a tear from my eye. 

She so happens to see it and quickly wipes it off my face. “Spencer, I am extremely proud of you in every way possible and now seeing that you have somebody in your life who can be your true anchor is something special in life. I give you my blessings…” 

“I feel like there’s a but after that.” I said, waiting for a response. 

“But I insist on meeting your soon to be a fiancé. It’s about time I meet the young lady who’s been putting a smile on my son’s face for all these years!” She playfully demanded, putting her hands into a prayer form. 

I truly wanted her to meet Y/N so I nodded, promising her she’d see her by the end of next week. I now just had to convince Y/N to find time to go with me to see mom. 

The minute I got back home, I wanted to make tonight special, hoping the chances of asking Y/N to meet my mom would be higher. I cleaned up our shared apartment, cooked her favorite meal, and lighted up the candles to set the mood. 

She arrived exactly 20 minutes after I arrived, looking surprisingly calm after a hard day’s work. Big heart eyes were formed as she saw me waiting by the dinning table with a fully prepared feast awaiting her. 

“Spence, you made us my favorite!” Then her big heart eyes popped, forming a nervous look, “Oh my gosh, did I forget our anniversary? Do we have a special occasion? Oh my gosh I-“ “Not to worry, love. Just felt like making your favorite!” I interrupted, calming her. 

“Just felt like it? I have a hunch that there’s more than that. Did you secretly do something bad and you’re trying to make up for it? Did you lose my favorite sweater? Did you break something?” she vivaciously guessed. 

“Not quite.” I chuckled. “So I went to see my mom, and I finally told her about you!” 

“Aw! That’s so sweet of you to do. How is Diane?” 

“She’s intrigued by you, Y/N! I told her I’d bring you by next week to finally meet her.” 

“Oh.” was all she said as she walked over to the dining table and quietly took a sip from her water. Sitting across from her, I reached over to hold her hand, trying to get her to look at me. “Is there something wrong, Y/N? You don’t seem excited to meet her. Do you not want to meet her?” I questioned, looking sad. 

She finally looked up as she placed her hand over mine, “No, I’d love to meet her but I’m nervous Spencer but for reasons not concerning her but concerning my mother.” she quietly replied. “Obviously you’re fully aware that I may not have the perfect relationship with my mother. I used to be extremely close with her at a young age but as I started to grow older, I despised her for personal reasons, resulting in constant fights with her, tremendously damaging our relationship. The minute I turned 18, I decided to move away from her, only being in contact with my father. Sure, there are times where I have to see her, but my interactions with her are different. I can barely share eye contact with her or continue a conversation with her after more than 5 sentences. What I’m trying to say is, what if I develop a similar relationship with your mother, Spence? What if it turns out that she doesn’t like me? After all, I’m taking her only child away from her. I’m not after all a ‘mom person’ so what if I don’t have a good relationship with her in general? I’m so frightened by all the possibilities!” she broke down, heavily sobbing. 

I quickly stood up from my chair across hers to sit down beside her, giving her a bone-crushing hug, rubbing her back, “Love, it’s alright. Let it all out.” I whispered in her ear, “Y/N/N, you know why she’s intrigued by you? It’s because of all the things I told her about you. Do you know how I love you? First of all, I know what love is because I feel it. I believe that when you are in love with someone, you feel the feelings that you read about in books. When you see your person, your heart leaps a little bit. You long for their touch, and you want to know everything about them. Spending time together is lovely, and you care about their hopes and dreams. Second, I never question our relationship. One way to know I love you as much as you love me has to do with how much time I spend questioning the relationship. Do you think that I want to be in this relationship but just aren’t sure? Do I think about whether I’m making a mistake in committing to you? Do I find myself rationalizing my relationship more often than not? People who love someone else as much as they love them don’t constantly question the relationship. They are secure in the fact the love is real and equal and that a commitment to it is a smart one. Finally, my attention for you never wanders. My eyes are always set on you and you only. They never wander around, looking for other potential mates as they are devoted to looking at you forever. You’re special, Y/N. My mom can feel it and it’s time she sees it.” I told her, kissing her in the cheek. 

“Wow, Spence. I’m speechless.” she chuckles, “I guess it’s time I meet the mother who gave life to this genius right here.” she nods, embracing me. 

-- 

One week has passed and I could sense that Y/N was genuinely excited, more excited than me perhaps. We walked hand-in-hand, entering the care home where my mom awaited to see my girl. 

As we walked in, mom unexpectedly noticed us first, speed walking over to us, opening her arms for a hug, “You must be the very special Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honor to meet my boy’s girlfriend.” she smiles, “Come, sit beside me.” she walks over to the couch. 

“The honor is all mine, Mrs. Reid! I’m delighted to finally meet the mother who raised the special man in my life.” Y/N politely said, sitting down beside her, “I brought you some baked goods I made for this special day.” she said, excited to give her the goods I helped make. 

Mom gasped, happily taking the goods. She then looked at me with a proud face, “Beautiful and thoughtful. She’s a keeper, Spence and honey, please call me Diane or Diana.” she nodded, giving me a thumbs up. 

“I know she is.” I proudly say, wrapping an arm around Y/N. 

“I’m so lucky to have a smart, caring, and handsome man, Diane.” Y/N said, placing a small peck on my cheek. Mom raised a finger in the air, “Speaking of handsome, I have baby pictures of our handsome man right here.” she said, digging up pictures from her bag.  “Wasn’t he a cutie pie?” she asked, presenting baby pictures of me. Usually I would be embarrassed, but seeing my two constant rays of sunshines, I couldn’t help but watch them gush over me together. It was something I was definitely remembering for life. 

As hours passed by, mom had dozens of pictures to go about with you as with every picture shown, she’d give out a single fact about me when I was a baby. You know how time passes real by when you have fun? I for sure, felt that. If I can recall, we arrived at 1pm and even though it felt like only a couple of hours passed by, it was already 7pm as visiting times were ending. Neither Y/N or I wanted to leave as we both felt safe and sound in the presence of mom. But rest assured, mom told Y/N that we were always welcome to swing by at any time as she loved having the two of us fill her day with happiness. Before we left, Y/N took the time to go to the ladies room, leaving me with mom, who took the chance to tell me something before we left. 

“Spence,” she said, grasping my hand, “I don’t know how you did it but you just found the perfect girl to walk this world. Like I said, she’s definitely a keeper. She’s perfect. I don’t want you to lose her or let her go. I can recognize a life long-lasting partner when I see one, and that’s her. Your relationship will last a lifetime, kiddo. If you’re planning to marry her like you said, ‘anytime’ is now, Spencer. Marrying Y/N will make me the proudest mama on earth.” she said, looking at me with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you, mom. I will make you the proudest mama on earth.. soon” I said, nodding in agreeance. 

#Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid x Reader #Spencer Reid x You #Spencer Reid x Y/N #Spencer Reid Imagines #Spencer Reid Imagine #criminology #Matthew Gray Gubler #Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader #Matthew Gray Gubler X You #Matthew Gray Gubler x Y/N #Matthew Gray Gubler Imagines #Matthew Gray Gubler Imagine #criminal minds #BAU #BAU Team #BAU x Reader #BAU Team x Reader #Requested #prompts #prompt #This was such a cute request

[candychronicles]

stuck with me // h. nejire

A/N: My take on the bnharem summer collab! Decided to write for sweet baby Nejire, as she doesn’t get enough love!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Nejire Hado x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,724

WARNINGS: sweet baby fluff

SYNOPSIS: A girls day out leads to so much more!

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the soft sunlight dappled over the crystal clear water, creating a dance of sparkles. a soft swooshing sound was all that could be heard as you helped paddle the little wooden boat over the serene lake. for once, Nejire Hado was quiet, serene almost, as she sat across from you, hands folded in her lap and head turned to the side to watch the scenery slowly float by.

the day hadn’t started off calm. in fact, it started off in typical Nejire fashion: happy chaos.

“wake up sleepy head! we’ve got a whole day of fun, so i can’t have you being lazy on me!”

you harshly blinked, snapped back into reality by the loud sounds of your best friend, before smiling at her, continuing to walk, but this time, with an extra pep in your step.

your first stop was shopping, of course. no real girls day could occur without trying on various clothes, binging on greasy mall food and giggling at all the funny gadgets you found throughout the day.

“come on, lets go in here! we’ll need some new bathing suits for the beach today!”

you had insisted that what you were wearing was fine, but she would not listen, dragging you along despite your protests. it was only when you were shoved into a changing room with a simple black two piece that your heart started racing.

you emerged from the cubicle a few minutes later, head hung low as you looked into the mirror, pinching and prodding at your body, trying to make the bathing suit look good on you. however, when you had almost given up and resigned to going back, Nejire emerged, smiling from ear to ear.

“what are you frowning about?” she chided, strutting over to you with purpose, “you look amazing. i’m jealous! here, let’s take some selfies. i need to show off my hot best friend!”

though the words, you thought, were just meant to cheer you up as a friend, a rosy blush found its way to your cheeks nonetheless as you allowed yourself to imagine Nejire truly finding you attractive. after that little incident, you decided to buy the bikini, spurred on by the simple words she spoke.

the next stop of the day, after dropping off your bags at your house, was to find somewhere to actually eat, instead of continuing to binge on greasy fast foods. you had decided on your favorite cafe, a place where you two often went to unwind after a stressful day at school, or work as you got older. 

when you had arrived, Nejire shooed you to find a table, insisting on paying for the food. she knew your order by heart, and though it shouldn’t of made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you couldn’t help it. she knew every little thing about you, big or small, and you felt so utterly bare around her, yet safer than anywhere else.

your friendship started off odd. you weren’t a particularly popular student, tending to hangout with the same small group of friends, but you weren’t necessarily shy either. after an impressive fight at your first year sports festival, Nejire had approached you with awe, insisting that you become friends so that you could learn from each other. at the time, you weren’t sure of her upbeat, forward personality, so you said yes automatically, just trying to process what had happened.

for awhile, you had assumed that the little interaction would lead to nowhere, but Nejire proved you wrong time and time again, bothering you for help with homework, gossiping about others in your class, making you help her with beauty pageants and campaigns, all which led to late nights at your little cafe together.

you were once again brought back to the present when Nejire delicately placed the food and drink down on the table, balancing it all with grace and years of practice. you two dug in, chatting about everything and nothing, falling into your old routine of just being together. there was never a time where you two didn’t feel comfortable with one another, and only continued to get closer as the days went on.

after a long chat in the cafe, Nejire insisted on a walk in the park, wanting to stretch and enjoy the sunshine after all the food you two had consumed. the walk on the way there was filled with the same mindless chatter as before, her mouth moving before her brain could process the words half the time, but you constantly found that endearing.

a loud scream came from your right, and without thinking, you jumped, grabbing her hand and squeezing tightly, before letting out a laugh when you realized it was just an angry kid. 

“don’t worry, i’ll protect you (y/n)!”

she let out a little giggle at your irate expression, before tugging you along, never letting go of your hand, even when you were all alone on the park path. your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, but you maintained your cool, laughing and babbling nonsense back and forth, making jokes, pointing out pretty cloud formations and cooing at the cute ducks at the edge of the pond.

when Nejire had spotted little rowboats for rent, you knew it was all over. she would not take no for an answer, and you���d be going for a long and chatty boat ride whether you wanted to or not.

things didn’t turn out quite as planned though. the boat ride started off with you two arguing over who was going to push, you winning the argument as you picked up the paddles and gently propelled yourselves off the shore of the lake. you had attempted a few jokes, but Nejire was unusually silent, watching the small ripples created from the boat splitting the water.

you were about to open your mouth to ask her what was wrong, setting down the paddles, when she spoke up, voice quiet and gentle.

“we’re best friends yeah? and nothing’s going to happen to change that, right? even though we’re busy being heroes, even though things are dangerous sometimes, you’re not going to leave my side?”

“no matter what happens Nejire, i will always be by your side,” you reassured automatically, reaching forward to grab her hands in your own.

“even if i do this?”

before you had a chance to ask her what she was talking about, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours in a gentle embrace, squeezing your hands. your body froze for only a second before you reacted, moving against her in tandem, taking your hands out of hers and placing one on the side of her face, the other cupping the back of her head to deepen the kiss. 

you pulled away, breathless. your eyes searched her own, wide and unsure, but full of so much love.

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! that was so random, huh? i was just admiring the view and then realized nothing here was as pretty as you and just wanted to kiss you, so i did!” she admitted, wringing her hands together, the only telltale sign that she was worried.

you took only a few moments before replying, “i didn’t mind. i-i liked it actually, a lot.”

that peachy blush you had been trying so hard to avoid all day came back in full force, creeping up your neck and into your cheeks, setting your face aflame.

“really? oh that’s so great. i’ve liked you for so long but i didn’t know if you felt the same. i just wanted to make sure that you’d still be friends with me even if you didn’t feel the same way, but now that i know that you like me back, i’d like to be more than that, if you want? like, be my girlfriend?” she babbled out, talking animatedly with her hands.

you were only able to nod in response, a smile slowly creeping on your face as she continued to talk, so enamored by every movement and every syllable that left her mouth. 

“i’d love to be your girlfriend Hado. more than anything,” you admitted, smile threatening to split your face with how wide it was. 

she responded by leaning forward to kiss you again, but just as your lips were about to connect, the boat rocked dangerously from her surging forward, and as she grabbed you to stabilize herself, she fell into the water, tipping the boat and pulling you down with her.

when you both resurfaced, thoroughly soaked, your laughter pealed out of your mouth before you had a chance to even process what had just happened. she joined you swimming over to hug you from the side, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

after a few minutes, you two managed to flip the boat and climb back in, using your one single paddle that didn’t disappear to float back to the shore, apologizing and bowing deeply to the annoyed gentleman who rented the boat to you. 

with smiles on your face and giggles under your breath, you two collected your belongings, stripped out of your wet clothes into your bikinis and made your way to the beach, setting up a large blanket and laid down, bodies side by side.

as the creamy yellow yolk slowly slid down the sky, streaked with lilacs and blushy hues, you watched Nejire, admiring the way her face glowed in the dewy sinking light. she turned to you, eyes sparkling with love and something you couldn’t quite place, but before you had a chance to decipher what it was, her lips were on yours, successfully getting you to close your eyes and relax into her touch. 

she pulled away with a satisfying pop, her blue hair silky in your hand as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through it. 

“you’re stuck with me forever, yeah?” she asked, and you had finally realized what her eyes were trying to tell you earlier.

“yeah, and you’re stuck with me. hope you don’t get annoyed,” you teased, booping her nose with the tip of your finger.

she returned your gesture with a giggle, before laying back down.

as you continued to watch the sun sink into the night, you realized that this sight would never compare to her, your own personal sunset.

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GF - Shards of Glass 2/2

After over thirty years, Ma is getting paid a visit, all thanks to the persuasion of a sweater-making, pig-loving teenager. (Here’s part 2, as promised. Hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations!)

@thestanbros

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Despite it being over forty years since he had been home, Stan found it so easy and so familiar as he walked down the sidewalks with his family that he could probably travel blindfolded. So many times he and Ford had walked down this way for home from the beach, just in time for dinner.

It was sad how much anxiety Stan was having over visiting his own mother, how badly his stomach was turning; he attempted to distract himself by observing his childhood home. The buildings hadn't changed much, except for the interiors. Almost every business that was here in his youth was either replaced or drastically renovated. Except for the Belgian Waffle Store, that place was bustling with people eating a late-breakfast or an early-lunch.

And there it was. Sandwiched between the waffle joint and a new shoe store was the old pawn shop that had been transformed into a comic book store. Mabel grinned and rushed up to the windows, pressing her face against it to get a good look at the displayed comics. "Wow! You should feel right at home, huh Grunkle Stan?"

He snorted a quick laugh. "Bet this place'll make more money now than it ever did for our old man."

Mabel entered with Dipper by his side. The old men lingered but eventually wandered inside. Ford was gently reminded of a comfortable library. Where Pa's shelves of expensive products used to be now had beanbags and a coffee table in its place. A desk stood where his desk once stood, now hosting a young lady with brown hair in a ponytail and she smiled. "Hi! Finding everything okay?"

Mabel hopped on over while Dipper stalled, intrigued by a science-fiction comic book he had heard of but never read. "Hi! I'm Mabel! Is Caryn Pines here?"

The young lady grinned and nodded. "Oh yeah! She's home, just go up these stairs here and knock. Sweet lady, let me and Lindsey room with her for cheaper rent, she's the best roommate anyone could ask for. Friends of her?"

"You could say that," Dipper said easily and started for the stairs, the ones that led to the door for the living room. "C'mon."

Mabel and Dipper entered the closed-in stairwell with the grunkles behind them, halfway through, Ford stopped them. "Wait, kids, maybe… maybe you should say hi to her first."

Mabel turned and gave him a warning look with her hands on her hips. "You're not gonna run away, are you?"

"No, that's not what I had in mind." Ford said, though it didn't sound like a bad idea. "This is a lot to take in, so… maybe we should do this gradually."

Stan nodded. "Yeah, let her say hi to your kids first, okay?"

Dipper and Mabel exchanged looks and then nodded, agreeing that this was a good idea. Mabel then hurried to the door and knocked cheerfully.

"C'min."

Mabel opened the door and grinned at the sight before her. Sitting at her window, though her glowing pink eye long gone, Ma Pines sat with her ankles crossed and some knitting in her hands, still in white heels, but now sporting a red skirt with a white sweater and her long hair, now silver-white, was still up in her bun and she could never say no to her golden earrings and bracelets. Her eyes were just as keen as ever and she held herself up with that same confidence she always had. At the sight of her great-grandchildren, she smiled calmly and said spookily as she sat her knitting aside, "Ah, I've been expectin' choo two."

Mabel gasped with shining eyes. "Really?!"

Ma laughed and waved her little fib away. "Nah, that's just something I used to tell customers." No longer playing pretend, she grinned and opened her arms, "Now c'mere and hug this old lady!"

Mabel had never seen such a beautiful smile. She ran into her arms and hugged her tightly. She smelled like an old lady, maybe too much perfume with a hint of freshly baked bread and… vapor rub? Some sort of lotion? Whatever. Dipper soon joined the hug and Ma's thin arms hugged them tightly. The twins wondered if she would ever let them go, but soon she held them by the shoulders to look at them.

"Look at choo." Ma awed. "Just look at choo… You're both so beautiful. You're both almost adults. Holy Moses, who gave choo two permission to grow up?"

Mabel giggled and squeezed her hand. "It's so good to see you, Ma! We've really missed you!"

"I've missed you, too. Your father doesn't brin' choo down here nearly enough. Speakin' of which, where is Alex? Browsin' the store?"

Dipper rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Actually, he's still in California with Mom."

"We came here with someone else," Mabel said open-ended.

The older pair of twins, who were listening at the door, exchanged petrified looks, but they knew they couldn't leave their mother waiting any longer. Ford opened the door and they both stepped in silently to allow Ma to react as she saw fit.

Stan pulled off his beanie and held it with both hands while Ford pocketed his hands in his jacket. The old scientist swallowed and looked down at the carpeted floor. His twin did the opposite, his eyes locked on his mother as he took in her appearance and how she had changed. At the same time, she was staring at her sons with a hard expression on her face, both stern and difficult to read.

Ford took in a deep breath and muttered, "Hello, Ma."

Stan cracked a nervous smile and quipped, "You look good." And then he mentally kicked himself. What the hell was that?!

Ma stood and Dipper and Mabel moved aside. Everyone in the room was nervous, except for the old lady, who had a collective atmosphere to her that terrified everyone even more, unsure of how long it would last. When she was only a step or two away from her grown children, Ma said quietly, "So, choo finally decided to come clean?"

The men whose father named them both Stan stared at her in astoundment. "What?" They both gasped.

"Stanley, sweetheart," Ma sighed with a smile and she shook her head. "Choo might pull a great impression of your brother, but I know choo better than that. Even as kids I could always tell the difference. Always." She bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. "Now, do I get to hug my sons or not?" She croaked with open arms.

Stan's bottom lip trembled and Ford just stared as he realized just how wonderful his mother truly was, and then both grown men quickly embraced her and held her tightly.

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"Choo darlin' idiots," Ma said and squeezed them back tightly, as each face was buried in her shoulder and everyone's breathing was much more controlled now. "It's okay."

"Ma, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Stanley…"

"No, I mean it. I should've…"

"I should have done more when I had the chance…"

"Stanford…"

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"Hey, hey," Ma was now rubbing circles into their backs. "It's alright. It's alright. I always knew and already forgave choo."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Stan asked.

"I knew choo had your reasons." Ma replied calmly. "I trust my little free spirit."

They heard a sniff come from behind Ma and they all looked at the teenagers to find Mabel scrubbing her eyes with a fist and Dipper rolling his eyes at his sister with a small smile.

"Sweetheart, you're not cryin', are you?" Ma asked lightly.

Mabel shook her head. "N-No…" Her smile unwavering through her white lie.

Ma chuckled and let her boys go. "Well, you two owe me an explanation, and I got a feelin' it's gonna take a while. How 'bout some tea and cookies?"

"Yes, please." Mabel said and followed her great-grandmother into the kitchen to help.

It was like when Ford first came out of the portal all over again. Except this time they were in the warm sunshine, but the cold basement. Except this time they sipped on hot tea and nibbled on old gingersnaps. Except they began the storytelling from when Ford sent the postcard and skipped to when Dipper and Mabel first arrived in Gravity Falls. Except this story had a much happier ending. And the four visiting Pines silently agreed to keep Bill Cipher in the dark and they made it sound like at the end of the summer Ford and Stan rekindled their relationship on their own without needing a mind-wipe to do it.

By the time the sun was setting on the buildings, Ma was wearing Mabel's new purple sweater and she was nodding and satisfied with the tale. Really, when her sons gave it some thought, it was ridiculous to think they could pull the wool over the eyes of not only one of the greatest conmen they have ever known, but their own mother.

Now it was time for Ma to have some fun. When filling her in was over, Mabel gleefully requested, "Tell us embarrassing stuff about our grunkles!"

Ma laughed and stood. "Hold that thought, sweetheart. I have something you'll like…" She went to a bookshelf and pulled out an old black photo album. She opened it and sat next to Mabel, lying the book on her lap. Mabel gasped and grinned to find two newborn babies lying in a crib and sleeping together, wrapped burrito-style in blankets and they had little hats to keep their heads warm.

"AW!"

"Yup, that's when we brought the boys home." Ma laughed as Dipper looked down at the pair of twins in the black-and-white picture. "Choo know, Stanford was born first, but the whole time he was without Stanley he cried his whittle heart out…"

"Ma!"

"What, it's true."

"Since when do you love the truth so much?" Ford asked cheekily and smiled at her playfully.

"Alright, mister, let's see how your niece likes this picture…"

"SAILOR SUITS!" Mabel screamed and her eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH! You guys were so cute!"

"Oh, this is them getting a bath…"

"MA!"

After half an hour of embarrassing her sons without mercy, Ma gave Mabel the scrapbook only asking that her great-granddaughter take good care of it and use it to blackmail her sons. It was time for the sailors to return to the boat, so she stood at the back door in the neatly-kept alleyway and hugged the kids goodbye. She snuck in a kiss on each of their cheeks before looking at her sons.

Immediately her expression turned cold and she growled, "And if any of choo knuckleheads pull a stunt like that again…"

It didn't matter that the twins were in their sixties; they were just as terrified now as they were in their youth. They nodded in sync and Stan said, "I swear, Ma. And… we'll do a better job staying in touch. I promise."

Ford nodded in agreement and Ma's expression immediately softened. "That's all I want." She said with a smile. "A phone call every so often is all I ask for."

Ford nodded and smiled. "We'll call you. We love you."

"I love you two, babies, c'mere." With one last squeeze and a swift kiss on each of their cheeks, Ford and Stan finally found the strength to let her go.

As they walked down the sidewalk and headed for home, the two pairs of twins looked back and found Ma still standing there and waving them goodbye. They waved in return and turned around for their next adventure.

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[demivampirew]

Blooming flowers.

Captain Syverson x Reader (one shot)

Triggers: Talking about homophobia, conservative and religious parents; family issues and of course, mention of war (and death). (but I think is mostly fluffy)

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Spring was definitely your favourite season. The blooming flowers forming a beautiful, picture-worthy, landscape. The mix Jazmin and lilies realised a delicious fragrance that filled the garden and even the house. You were enjoying the sunshine as you read a book in the garden. You loved to read; the amazing feeling of being taken to new wonderful worlds and living exciting adventures was exhilarating but relaxing at the same time. Being away from the real world sometimes can be a blessing. You were caught by the story you were currently reading, that you didn't notice the man standing next to the door. He coughed loudly to catch your attention. You looked in his direction and unconsciously closed the book without putting a mark on the page you were reading. You stood up and walk towards him. You stopped yourself close enough to talk, but not so close to touching. It's been a long time since the last time you saw him when he left to fight in a war. - Hi, I'm glad to see that you're still alive.- you greeted him in a friendly manner. - Yep, I'm still on one piece, thankfully.- he replied and smiled.- Your sister let me in.- he informed you, answering the question he figured out that you were going to ask. You lived with your sister; after your parents kicked her out of the house when she came out as a lesbian. You took her in and cut the relationship with your parents until they apologize to her and accept her for who she is. It's been over a year since you heard about them. - Honestly, I'm happy to know that you're ok, Sy.- you admitted with a smirk.- I missed you. - Me too. I missed you a lot, actually.- he confessed and sighed. - Have you realized that you made a mistake by breaking up with me? I mean, you planned to break up so I wouldn't be hurt if you never came back from war, but your plan caused me more pain than if I had lost you in battle, because I least I'd have had the chance to speak to you over the phone and if something happened people would have let me know and invite me to your funeral. Instead, I was here, every single day wondering if you were alive and well, missing you and with the huge need of listening to your voice. - you were being sincere. - I'm sorry. I'd tried to do what I thought was the best, but as always, you were right.- he apologized and smiled after admitting that he was on the wrong. - So, how are you doing?- he asked. - Good. It could be better if it wasn't for the fact that I'm no longer talking to my parents. - you shrugged. - What happened?- he questioned surprised. - Abigail finally told them, a year ago, that she was a lesbian and my closed-minded, conservative and extremely religious asshole parents kicked her out of the house. She was fifteen, for God's sake. I couldn't believe that they'd put religion over their daughter. So yeah, I stopped talking to them after that.- you explained containing the anger. - I'm so sorry. They truly acted like idiots. But is their loss, not yours. You're not going to be the ones regretting their actions, and, believe me, someday they will. You and your sister are fountains of joy and happiness for those around you, so they will hate their decision to keep you out of their lifes.-he smiled at you. Gosh, how much you missed that beautiful face. He shaved his hair and he had a bushy beard, but he still looked amazing and had his signature playful smile that always drives you crazy. You smiled back without even trying, just a natural reaction from your body. - So, how long are you going to stay before going back, Captain?- he chuckled after hearing you call him that. - Not sure I'll get back there, to be honest.- he admitted. - I'm seeing the possibility of retiring and look for another job. There are a few people more than qualified to take over my place and I'm longing for some peace. It can truly be nerve-racking to spend too much time out there. I'd been in the force since I was eighteen, now is my time to throw the towel and found myself a quiet life. - That's great! You deserved it! - you encouraged him. - That's actually the reason I came here today.- he said, looking into your eyes. He seemed a bit nervous. - I wanted to see if you wanted to be part of that future. We could have all we used to talk about... marriage, kids, pets, and everything we dreamt of. -Are you being serious?- you questioned astonished - Absolutely, gorgeous.- he replied- You were the one who kept me alive and sane out there. Thinking about you, beautiful you, so full of light and life, made me remain hopeful; just the thought of seeing you again forced me to be strong and to fight to survive because I had to see you again. - As he finished his confession, you walk towards him and hugged him. It felt so nice to have him by your side again; to feel the heat of his body, his strong arms pulling you closer to him. You rested your head on his chest until he grabbed your face and kissed you.

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