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Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!firefighter!reader

Fandom: 911

Fluff, smut

Summary: They have to shower after each of their firefighting operations and Y/n keeps catching Buck half-naked so often, that she asks herself if Buck specifically want Y/n to see him. And things heat up after a call.

Warnings: Probably poor quality smut, descriptive sex, mentions of blood, injuries.

Requested: No

Words: 1.8k

Requests are open for Buck / Eddie !

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“Ok, but there’s two of us now, how come we have to share the same changing room with you guys ?” Y/n stops Eddie from babbling, tired of being afraid someone would peek at her naked body once she’d go out of the shower. Speaking of, just for the record, the shower is shared too.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Hen’s been sharing changing room with guys for ages! And not only with us, dealt with worse!” Buck turns his head to stare at you out of those washed-out blue eyes while still chewing on his food.

You can’t lie, it didn’t bother you that much to share the locker room with the sexiest firefighters of LA, what really bothers you are the sneaky peak you and Buck been sharing.

Buck was some of the most wished-for firefighters in town and you can’t blame all the girls that are throwing at his feet. With those ocean blue eyes, one painted with that mysterious scar making girls wonder what’s the story behind that bravery and only after they go through his bed are served with the truth; it’s just a birthmark. His muscles are showing up in that uniform, popping out and taking any breath away in a shirt. And not to talk about the uniform. Anyone looks sexy in a uniform.

Leaving behind the looks, Buck is the most selfless person you’ve ever met in your life. He’d do anything to save every single one in a case, no matter is he’s crashed by a car, train, building or any other hard thing that could end his life on spot. He’s always ready to take that risk. You, on the other hand, are ready to follow the instructions.

He’s the most reckless person, but his heart’s so big it wouldn’t stop beating soon. And he knows that. His heart is not only beating for him, to keep him alive, it’s also beating for all the people out in the world that need help, that need him.

What really bothers you are not the looks he’s giving you with any chance, but the electricity you feel run down your spine every damn time he’s around you or even looking at you. His reputation isn’t a secret and all you wanna do is to avoid getting hurt.

You were zoned out for a while, playing with the food and ignoring all the voices around you. Only one stood up in the crowd and you’d recognise even in your sleep.

As alarm echoed through the station announcing a car crash with possible multiple injured, you sipped out of your coffee cup and jump into the paramedic ambulance.

As you walk back into the station, covered in blood, you let the boys to take a shower first. You approach Buck, holding him back for an inspection.

“Could you be more reckless?” you hiss at him, looking down at his bruises and opened cut on his arm.

“I’m fine, Y/n. I just got the usual bruises.” you press a cold compress on his head before cleaning the cuts.

“And a concussion.” you rolled your eyes.

As he stood there, patiently waiting for you to get your job done, his blue eyes searched for your body. From head to toe, you are the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Smart too, very brave and bossy. Shame you didn’t want to stand up and ignore Bobby’s orders. You’d make a great team.

“You know I can take care of myself?” you did know that, what you didn’t know was why all of the sudden you decided to play the doctor on him.

You were scared when he jumped right in the middle of the flames to save a dog trapped inside a burning car. Your heart was racing like it would pop out of your chest any minute and your eyes filled with small tears. Just the smoke, you’d tell everyone.

When he returned safely with the small dog in his arms you could finally breathe out. All you wanted to do in that moment was to hug him and yell a little.

And yet, you didn’t know why your body would react that way.

“You’re all done right now. You should take a shower, you’re smelly.” he nodded.

“Thank you, doc!” he smiled.

You can’t help a smile, cheeks burning red. You liked that, all the funny names he called you all the time.

You made your way to the locker room, keeping your distance. Everyone was back in the kitchen upstairs, Eddie watching your moves. He could tell something’s going on between you two, all the looks, the way you’re inspecting Buck’s shirtless body, like you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You remained in your underwear before heading to the showers. You really need to take off the blood. Hearing the water running down, violently hitting the floor, you soon realise it was coming from your usual shower spot, seeing Buck’s shape beautifully contouring on the curtain’s surface.

“You took my shower!” you screamed at him.

“Sorry, doc! Problems with the other ones. They’re out of service.” Buck pokes his wet haired head out. “But you’ll free to join me, if you can’t wait!” he winks.

You can’t wait, the cold air embraces your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Move!” you demand, joining Buck.

You were full grownups after all, a shower isn’t that big of a deal. You’ve seen him half-naked countless of times before and you suspect he’d seen you as well.

Hot water pouring down your body felt like heaven. Warmth hugging you as perfect as this moment was, not minding Buck’s glancing down at your side.

You peak at him, causing your body to burn up in excitement. Every inch of you desired to be touched and you finger tips aches to trace the shape of him. To help him get rid of the dirt, of course.

His hand touches your arm, cleaning the wound you’ve won yourself today.

“You’re injured.” Buck whispered, so close to you now, can feel the warmth of his freshly minted breath.

“Just a cut, I’ll live.” you joke. Looking up at him, water was framing his face so sinfully. You watched a small thread of water paint his nose, those red juicy lips, then going down his chest, stopping at the lower part of his abdomen. Your eyes locked on his erection, and your hands caressing up and down his worked arms.

Buck cupped your cheeks, locking his gaze in yours. Forehead touching, he searched for your permission before hungrily brushing your lips together.

You splay your hands across Buck’s chest as he swirls his tongue around yours. He got you already high over his touch, but the kissing in out of this world.

He press you gently on the cold wall, water still flowing down over both of you, sneaking under your touch. Your body trembles as his hands wanders up and down, memorising your curves. He stops for a moment over your breasts, caressing one by one very carefully, like he would want to remember their shape. You racked your nails through his messy wet hair and down across his back, his lips escaping a little needy moan.

Buck pauses, lips barely touching, taking his time to look in your eyes as his hand went down. “You’re so beautiful!” You breathe the same air, you share the same desire. He admires your intoxicating beauty while shoving his hand between your legs, making you break eye contact and throw your head in pleasure back into the wall.

His lips ghosts over your neck and your fingers lightly run over his abs and down to his erection. Buck kisses you hard, like his life depends on it, like he’s addicted to your touch and wants to feel your name on his skin a whole lifetime from now on.

Moans and desire flying in the air, Buck plays with your wetness before he impatiently lifts your hips up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist. You hold on into his shoulders, closing the distance between you, he pulled your hips up and down, setting a peace as he buried inside you.

Sinking into him, digging your fingers into Buck’s shoulder, the rhythm became incoherent as both of your bodies burned in indescribably pleasure. You want him as much as he wants you.

The Earth stops spinning and the whole world evolves around you two. That moment is about you and Buck, covered in exultation and savoury. You feel his pulse inside, fire pooling low in your abdomen, waiting for Buck to put it out for you.

He run his tongue over where your lips meet, your eyes running back in delight as your moans melts together under your kiss. A spring coiling tightly and then being release, both of you dissolving into pleasure under the hot warm water spreading your love into the air.

You stayed there, in that sweet embrace minutes before one of you could do something. You enjoyed the moment and rested on Buck’s arms, tears of joy welting with the water caressing your bodies. Buck didn’t want to let you go, afraid you’d disappear as soon as his eyes would open. Instead, he inhales your smell, so unforgettable. He’s convinced it’ll haunt his mind, his dreams, countless days from now on and he’s sure as hell he doesn’t want to forget any second you spent in that shower.

“I’m glad you came back safely today.” you murmured into the base of his neck, your fingers still lightly tracing his shape.

“Will always come back in one piece to you.” he answers, placing a soft kiss on your wet hair.

You raise your head, searching his beautiful eyes. Buck can’t help a smile, seeing you so vulnerable before him, still trusting him enough to let him admire you like that. He locked you lips again, this time so soft, afraid he’ll hurt you with just a touch. You melt on him with every touch.

“We should go back.” you broke the silence.

“Yeah, we should.” he agrees. “I’ll go first, take your time.” he kissed your cheek and disappeared behind the curtain.

When you returned to the kitchen, everyone was eating one of Bobby’s delicious meals. You grab yourself a plate and sat across Buck, avoiding his sight, afraid you’ll lose your sanity. You’re smelling like Buck and sex combined, the best combination you’ve ever smelled.

He locked your eyes and you both smiled like idiots, still drunk over the moment happened in shower, just minutes before, a few feet away from everyone else. But you don’t care, it was your moment.

“Don’t really wanna know what happened back there, you idiots! Stop devouring each other at table!” Chim jokes as your cheeks burn red again.

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Weeks

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings - (fic based from Tobias Hankel episode) Drug use, torture, mentions of seizures / convulsions, drug use, panic attack, rage, crying, death by GSW, withdrawal

A/N - This is a vague enemies to lovers ig, I really do like it even if it doesn't deal with the nicest of topics, comments, reblogs and likes appreciated <33

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“Can you just leave me to do my thing for ten minutes Reid!” You near enough yell at him but he still doesn't move, he hasn't said anything for the last half an hour, he's just been sitting a foot away from you watching what you were doing and it was driving you insane. “I haven't done anything y/n. I’m just thinking about what you're doing is all.” he shrugs at you. You just huff and spin around from the board deciding to step out for coffee. You stop in your tracks as Hotch enters the room and gives you a look before turning to Reid and doing the same. “You two need to get some air, go and interview Tobias Hankel, Garcia's sending you the address. Reid is driving there, Y/n you will drive back unless you come to an agreement without an argument, do I make myself clear?” His tone leaves zero room for argument so you just walk off to the SUV with Spencer in tow.

After a tension-filled drive to the address Garcia had sent you and Spencer to, you get to clamber out of the SUV and find yourself at the wooden cabin where Tobias Hankel apparently lived. Reid decides to split off to the barn he had seen while you went up to the main door and knocked where it took you less than two minutes to decide he was suspicious enough to bring in. When you tried to arrest him however he ran out the back before you got the chance. You take a chance and head out into the corn fields where you found Reid unconscious on the floor, head bloody but you noted he was still breathing as you spun on your heel. “You son of a bitch! What the fuck are you doing!” you yell. You reach down for your second weapon at your ankle, cursing yourself for leaving your first one in the SUV by accident but Tobias lunges at you from behind catching you off balance. It's a struggle when you hit the floor but he gets the upper hand with a piece of wood and darkness quickly overtakes your vision.

“Y/n, wake up, cmon” you hear someone whispering to you, not entirely sure who yet, the only thing you were sure of was that your head hurt like a motherfucker. You groan as you open your eyes. “y/n. I know you're probably concussed given the gash on your head but you have to focus sweets, with me, eyes open.” It's Spencer, he's calling you sweets? Well you must either be dead or pretty damn close. “He's taken us to a second location and shaken the police tail, he asked for directions and went the opposite way, we have to figure a way out of here sweetheart and I need your brains with me to do that okay?” you finally make eye contact with him, focused on him, he looks exhausted, you figure he's been through other things while youve been unconscious. Anything you were going to say was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching and the look of pure fear coursing through Reid's eyes.

By the time that Tobias’s father was done with you it had broken spencer, his own torture was bad but hearing your own cries felt worse. You tried reciting bible scriptures you remembered to no avail, the beating just continued. He wanted a confession of sin and wouldn't stop till he got it.

Then he did, Tobias getting to take over and Spencer had to listen and watch as you begged him not to give you the dilaudid and then lose yourself to the high as it took hold. It pained him to watch, if he could have he would have thrown up. Somehow it all got worse, Spencer watched as you were forced to choose a person to kill, he hoped you were too high to remember it but really he could tell you were mentally present and it made his heart twist.

When the team managed to cut off the videos you were Charles's target, much to Spencer's dismay. He hadn't been through much in comparison to you at this point and he knew your body couldn't take another beating. He watches on with tears streaming down his face as Charles continuously hits you before shoving your chair backwards, forcing the chair to fall to the floor. He's forced to watch, unable to tear his eyes away as you convulse and eventually go limp, flatlining with Tobias trying to revive you. He has a small glimpse of relief when he is finally successful knowing you're still alive but it's replaced with dread at the fact that now you will be put through even more.

You were praying to every god you didn't believe in that Hotch got the message, you didn't have an eidetic memory but you knew the bible and you hoped that hotch would understand the misquote of genesis. You were so high at this point your brain felt like cotton and Spencer was forced to just watch on. You knew eventually Charles would have enough of you and end you in one way or another and you were right. He dragged you out to dig your own grave, threatening to bury you alive. He left Spencer in the cabin for now, you guessed he would deal with him later so it was up to you to save at least him if not the both of you if the team didn't get to you in time.

You saw the glint of flashlights before Charles did and managed to trick him even if you were high as ever, pulling his own gun on him managing to get a shot as Spencer, Emily and Hotch round the corner towards you. “Y/N!” Spencer cried out, you realised he thought you were the one shot. The three flashlights land on you looking like a deer in headlights as you knelt over Tobias's body. “Sup guys, kinda chilly out isn't it?” you let out a dry laugh, desperately trying to remove the horrified look from their faces. Spencer was the first to move towards you. “Come here sweet girl, come here, god i'm so sorry” He wraps himself around you. You know hes been taking the brunt of the mental torture the last however long so you let him, He practically holds you up as you lean against him. “You're going to be okay, we are going to be okay, I promise.” he whispers before he lets himself be slightly separated from you. Emily loops an arm around your waist as Spencer does the same so they can guide you to the ambulance waiting nearby.

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It had been three weeks since you spent those five days of hell with Tobias Hankle and so far you were struggling, nightmares plagued your sleep and cravings plagued you when you were awake. You had managed to keep the bottles of dilaudid from Tobias's body. You knew sooner or later someone would catch on and you would be out of a job, your friends and with them your family. You would lose everything and everyone you loved if you didn't get a handle on it. Luckily you had another four weeks to kick the habit before you were back in the BAU, for now it was light paperwork at home when you could and the occasional conference call with the team so you weren’t isolated.

You were sitting in the bathroom with a new needle and a vial ready when three loud knocks sounded at your door, breaking you out of your trance. You practically fall over getting to your front door, withdrawals hitting hard from timing out the doses longer and longer. You knew you didn't look good and anyone would put you as an addict in withdrawal, you were biting at your nails, your pupils were blown out of proportion and you just overall looked a mess.

You manage to unlock your door after looking through the peephole and seeing it was only spencer. “Hey spence, what do you need?” You ask, hoping and praying it was just to borrow a book or a case file so you could get on with your task. He looks you up and down with a look of concern. “I need you to let me in, pack a bag and come stay at my house while you detox.” His eyes still show concern but his tone gives you no room for argument, but you try anyway. “I don't know what you mean Spence, detoxing from what exactly?” You try and meet his gaze but you're so antsy it's impossible. He places a hand on the door and pushes in past you and closes the door behind him, still gentle. “Honey, i know you took the dilaudid from Tobias okay and I know you’re addicted to it, you can't go into a rehab centre without losing your post permanently so your staying with me for the foreseeable, we have an extra four weeks off from Hotch so we have eight weeks to get you to functioning again. This is a non optional, so, tell me where it is before i go through your apartment myself. Please, let me help you.” He keeps a hard but caring tone and it forces you to give in, you know he's right. “Bathroom, Cupboard above the washer and in the copy of sherlock holmes with the orange cover” you look to the floor in pure shame. “Sweets, you don't need to be ashamed, it's not your fault, you didn't choose to be addicted, okay? It was given to you against your will, I don't blame you okay? I just want you back okay” He says as he tips your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He still doesn't look angry or disappointed, just caring. “You're going to be okay, you just have to let me help you. Go pack a bag while I clear out and we will go to mine okay? I turned the office into a guest bedroom for you.” and with that he turns away, walking into your kitchen. You take a second before your feet start to move on their own, moving towards the bedroom so you can do as he asked and pack a bag of things you would need to live at his for the next however long.

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It had been two weeks and you felt slightly better. Your heart wasn't beating at a million miles a minute, your pupils were regular and you weren't sweating all the time and you finally had an appetite but emotionally you were still strung out. The cravings were still hard to deal with and it made you an emotional mess, one second you were fine then seeing red angry and that quickly turned into floods of tears but Spencer didn't once react to you. He just gave you coping mechanisms and comfort. He held you as you cried for hours on end every night till you fell asleep, if he left you he tucked you under a weighted blanket and left lamps on through the apartment so you could find his room should you need him in the night.

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The team knew you were staying with Spencer, they didnt know why but they knew you were struggling, they assumed it was from the kidnapping, not the fact you had spent weeks addicted to drugs and so they assumed that you would appreciate them coming over to hang out, something that was a semi regular occurrence prior to the kidnapping.

Three knocks pull you and Spencer pulls from your activities, he was reading and you were tucked into his side drawing a mandala on a small art pad he had given you. “Were you expecting anyone?” you ask. “No honey and I'm guessing you weren't so I have no clue.” he says, the nickname easily slipping in place of your name now. You uncurl yourself as he stands up from the couch, going over to the door and looking through the peephole. “It's the team, you want to change?” he asks knowing that while you didn't really care how the team saw you you probably would mind them seeing you in just Spencer's sweater vest and a pair of boxers. You nod quickly and slip into your room as he unlocks the door greeting the others.

By the time you come out they’re all stood in the living room chatting between themselves seemingly waiting for something and you realise they're waiting on you. You feel their eyes on you as you walk in and then they all start moving and talking at the same time. Multiple forms of how are you and we miss you's getting fired your way. Before you can realise you're pulled into one pair of arms and then another as a third ruffles your hair. It's overwhelming and it makes your skin crawl. Your peace and quiet, the sanctuary that you had gotten used to in Spencer's apartment had been interrupted and you couldn't deal with it. You pry yourself out of the arms that had you trapped and bolt towards the nearest door, spencers room, directly down the hall, and slam the door behind you as the tears start to fall down your cheeks, sobs wracking through your chest as your mind races and the cravings come back full force again.

“Darling, I need you to let me in, they’re gone okay? Open the door for me.” Spencer asks quietly so as not to spook you, he was nervous for your reaction to the team and had tried to emphasise the point of not to overwhelm you but he knew they would get over excited and were used to you being very touchy so your reaction like this was out of the ordinary. You moved out of the way of the door and pulled Spencer's sweater over your shirt and curled up under his covers. Spencer decided to try the door and his heart melted at the sight, you looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the panicked look he saw in your eye earlier, similar to what he saw when you were with Tobias, it had hurt and he had nearly snapped at the team to get them out but Hotch and Rossi had ushered them out before he could, Hotch saying that you and spencer could take more time if you needed, the brass had already approved it alongside working from home for the pair of you. He crept over to the bed and got in, wrapping his arms around you as you nestled further into his chest, relaxing against him.

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It had been twelve weeks since you moved into Spencer's apartment and you were over the worst of the cravings, the mood swings and irritability were almost non-existent but you now dealt with the anxiety of being asked to move out every night. You had gone back to work a week ago now and you and Spencer were on desk duty for another week for formality reasons. It was nice living with another person and it was even better that person being Spencer. Now you were getting better you had started cooking for him, often making dinner while he made you breakfast. You both went about your days naturally, you divided up chores without question and Spencer started buying your favourite snacks regularly when he went grocery shopping, something he refused to let you do when he found out that the fluorescent lights bothered you. You thought your fears were coming true when one night he called for you from the living room to talk.

“So, look I’ve been thinking about something and-” You cut him off before he finishes his sentence. “You want me to move back into my own place again? I can do that, I mean it's not like i can live here forever is it, this was just while i was in recovery and getting over the worst of the withdrawals, I can pack up over the weekend and be out by monday dont worry.” You rush over the sentence, tears filling your eyes as you stare at the couch. Over the weeks you had been living with Spencer you had realised that you had started liking him. You knew he wouldn't do the same, given the things he had seen in the last three months it was fair enough but being told to leave hurt nonetheless.

“This is the one fault about you, jumping to conclusions, now will you allow me to finish with words or can I just show you?” His words cause you to look him in the face with confusion. You don't get any more thoughts or words as Spencer's hands reach over to cut either side of your face and his lips are on yours, soft and vaguely unsure until you relax and push back, reaching to tangle your hands in his hair. After a minute you both pull away, “I don't want you to move out, the opposite actually, I want you to move in permanently” He says with a smile. All you do is nod, going in for another kiss with a smile.

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Soulmate AU Part Three

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Steve doesn’t see him, bent over the hood of the car, elbow deep and sweat dripping from his forehead despite the cool breeze. He makes a frustrated noise and there’s an ominous clanging sound. Eddie’s never been good at sitting still, at minding his own business, especially when it comes to Steve. He feels pulled towards him, wanting to help, at his breaking point with this tension between them.

Maybe it’s the universe intervening or maybe Eddie has no self preservation skills when he stops behind Steve and asks, “Need a hand?”

Steve startles so bad he hits his head on the hood and curses. When he turns around, he stops and sucks in a sharp breath. “Eddie.” He looks back at the hood of the car with eyebrows furrowed. “How hard did I hit my head?”

“I can help.” Eddie moves closer and peers into the car.

“With my head?” Steve is rubbing at it now and Eddie’s beginning to wonder if he’s concussed.

“The car.”

“Oh.” Steve steps aside, giving him a strange look, and lets Eddie work on it, undoing whatever Steve thought he was fixing and addressing the real problem. Steve’s too quiet. And Eddie’s never been good with silence, either.

“I’m sorry I ruined your life.” Eddie says, so quiet he’s surprised Steve even heard it. It’s not what he meant to say. It tumbled out of his mouth without a second thought. Something that’s been on his mind since Steve came back to school looking like the thought of Eddie being his soulmate ripped his bright future right out of his hands.

He doesn’t pull himself up to look at Steve. He can’t. Just stays bent over, working on fixing the car, and screaming inside his own head at his stupidity. He can’t even get this first conversation right, no wonder Steve wants nothing to do with him.

“Ruined my life?” Eddie does finally turn around at Steve’s tone. The way it sounded like a question, like he doesn’t know exactly what Eddie’s referring to.

“I know my name’s on your wrist. I know it’s probably the last name you wanted there. Fate is a cruel bitch attaching you to me like that. I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Wheeler and that you’ll have to lie to everyone about whose name is there for the rest of your life. You deserve better than that.”

“You-” Steve rubs the back of his head, blinking slowly, “you think you ruined my life?”

“Not showing up to school for a week was a pretty good indicator that I’m not what you expected,” he shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant even though he’s dying inside.

“Is that why you didn’t talk to me for a year after my name appeared on your wrist?” Steve glances down at the cuff on his arm. “Because you think I deserve better?”

Eddie nods and Steve scoffs.

“So you made that decision for both of us? What about what I wanted?”

“You were dating Nancy and we’ve never talked in four years of attending the same school. You’re a jock and I’m just a freak. Why would the golden boy of Hawkins want anything to do with me?”

“I’m so sick of people thinking that they know what’s best for me!” Steve yells and Eddie jerks back. He’s never seen Steve snap like that. “Every single person in my life thinks they should have a say in who I should be with, but what about me? I waited eighteen years to find out what name was going to appear on my wrist. I didn’t care if it was Nancy, Tommy H, or you, or anyone else. I just wanted to find out who that person was, so I could prove to myself that fate isn’t just a bunch of bullshit like it is with my parents.”

“Steve, I-”

“I just wanted someone to love me.”

There’s a charged silence that hangs in the air, only the sound of Steve’s heavy breathing echoing in the empty parking lot.

“Is that all you see me as? King Steve?” Steve spits out the moniker with venom. And he sounds mad, but his face is doing this thing that Eddie’s never seen before, eyes glassy and lower lip trembling. He looks ready to come apart at the seams.

Eddie takes a moment to think about it and he already knows what his answer is. He’s had a whole year to watch Steve, unbeknownst to him. Steve’s never bullied anyone as far as Eddie knows, but it’s more than that, he’s kind and soft in ways that most of the school doesn’t recognize. Eddie’s seen it from the privacy of his trailer as Steve pulls up to take care of the Mayfield girl when her mom’s on a three day bender. Or that time he caught him carting around a whole car full of preteens that dragged him into the arcade like he was their big brother.

His traitorous little heart has been falling for him this whole time. Quietly picking out all the ways they could fit together, even if Steve never wanted any of this. Eddie had resigned himself to yearning, to imagining a life together that was just out of reach. He doesn’t dare to hope that he’ll have more than that.

“No, you’re more than King Steve.” He nervously fiddles with a strand of hair, pulling it in front of his face. “Or, you’ve never actually been King Steve, I don’t know, man. You’re just so- uh, so wholesome and I’m this.” He waves a greasy hand at his ripped jeans and handmade hellfire shirt. “I was afraid you’d hate me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called wholesome before,” Steve huffs out a laugh, face softening with Eddie’s honesty. “You’re not a freak, Eddie. And I don’t think we’re all that different.”

“That’s a good one.”

“No really,” Steve takes a step closer and it takes all of Eddie’s willpower not to turn tail and run. “You were right about one thing, the universe is a cruel bitch, but I don’t think that it gets it wrong very often. I was afraid that you’d think I’m boring or annoying, like you always yelled about in the cafeteria. Just another dumb jock. Thought you’d laugh at all my silly, romantic notions. But I do want those things.”

“You want romance…with me?”

They stare at each other for a moment before Steve nods.

This can’t be happening. He must be having an out of body experience.

“I’d like to try, at least. It may not always be perfect, or easy, but I want to try if you’re open to the idea.” Steve looks determined, nodding once like he’s made up his mind. “Eddie Munson, can I take you out on a date?”

Part Four

Thank you so much to everyone for the overwhelming support on the first two parts of this. I am truly blown away by it all. I’ve never had anything take off like this and there’s so many of you (hi, thank you for following). There were so many requests for tagging on the last post that there’s no way I could fulfill them all, so I’m so so sorry to anyone that might’ve been expecting that. I decided just to not tag anyone to be fair.

Hope that this eases your broken little hearts some, and get ready for some extra fun fluffy goodness soon.

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crusty-chronicles · 5 months

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Stubborn

Synopsis: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight. Separate drabbles btw

Kurama 🦊🦊🦊

The first thought that crosses his mind is one of anger. How dare that feeble demon even think to put it's hands on you. The next is that there's blood. So much blood seeping from the wound on your side. The decision of what to do is made without hesitation. He wasted no time rushing to your side. Lifting up your shirt slightly to heal the wound.

The others would take care of the fleeing demon. For now, his top priority was you. Making sure you'd be okay. But apparently that wasn't how you saw it. Pushing his hands away with the little strength you had.

“I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You should go after that thing with the others,” you tried to sway.

As if your life wasn't more important.

Like he didn't cherish you more than anything.

His gaze hardened, maneuvering you on your back to get a proper look at your wound. Summoning his spirit energy in his palm and pressing it firmly against your side.

“You'd think of me so callous as to abandon my injured lover?” He questioned.

His accusation temporarily shocking you.

“No but-” ‘you shouldn't be wasting your time with me.’ you wanted to say. But you were cut off before you could finish.

“Then there's nothing more to discuss. When I'm finished, we'll go right back home. Yusuke and Kuwabara are more than capable of handling this by themselves.”

You once again shifted around, trying to get him to stop. The case came first. It should've come first. Not you. You were hurt, but wouldn't die from it. It was pointless wasting energy on something you could manage with on your own. Kurama shouldn't be focusing on you when there was still an important mission at hand.

He gave you a glare and that was all it took to have you stilling.

“Why must you insist on being difficult? Don't you know that I'll choose you every time? I'll always choose you over any fight, any mission, any person. No matter what, it's always you, so sit still and let me heal you.”

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Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️

Impulsive, impulsive, impulsive.

He sees red the second your body hits the floor and you struggle to get up. A dark crimson trailing down your forehead.

Damn whoever hurt you, and damn anybody who dared get in his way.

He quickly slays the one responsible for your injury. Not even giving them enough time to process what's happening before it's over. When that's taken care of, he makes his way over to you. Shooing the group of your friends away so he can inspect your injuries himself. Despite the protests from a certain troublesome reaper.

“Let me see.” It's more of an order than a request.

But instead of complying, you turn your head and try to stand. Trying your best not to make a big deal out of nothing. Only for Hiei to shove you back down.

“I'm okay. It's just a scratch.” You brushed off, but he wasn't convinced in the slightest. Moving to wipe off the blood from your forehead.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Don't. It doesn't hurt, so leave it. And anyways, you shouldn't have killed that guy. He needed to be brought in for questioning.”

Your words only further irritating the three eyed demon.

It seems you didn't quite understand the importance you held in his life.

He would have slayed thousands for even looking at you wrong. And here you were defending some cretin who'd committed an offense that was deserving of a fate worse than death. Sometimes he hated that human heart of yours.

“Shut up. You don't get to run your mouth after being so foolish.” He scolded. Moving to heal your injury with his spirit energy. He didn't do it often, but you were always a special case. You were special.

Yet you continued to try and avoid his help.

“I'm fine!”

“Argue any further and I'll put you to sleep myself. You think I care about some low life over you? You must have a concussion if you believe that.”

Then his next words were softer. For your ears only.

“Your life takes priority over anyone and everything, got that? You're mine, and any creature that dares lay a finger on you will have to deal with that consequence.”

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#yu yu hakusho x reader #hiei yu yu hakusho #hiei x reader #yyh hiei #hiei jaganshi #kurama x reader #yoko kurama #kurama yu yu hakusho #shuichi minamino #x reader #drabble

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crescencestudio · 11 days

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๋࣭⭑ Devlog #41 | 5.28.24 ๋࣭⭑

It's hot girl (/gender neutral) summer season

HAPPY MAY!!

Hope you're all doing well <3 We're already getting into summer, which is a little crazy to me. The year is flying by! Before I get into what we actually did this month, it wouldn't be a May devlog without our annual Mermay celebration!

Look at those locks. His Ariel/Rapunzel era fr

Since I already had updated Mermay pieces for the Alaris LIs, I decided to do one for our beloved Van this year ^^ Hope you all like it!

For writing this month, I spent a lot of it catching up on Etza edits. Being totally transparent, I wasn't Completely Happy with their route when their draft was finished. But now that I've started the editing process with Wudgey, I'm really excited to see how their route is shaping up!!! We've been fleshing a lot of little interactions out with their route, and I can already see Etza's character really starting to shine with these edits ^^

I've also been chipping away at Kuna'a's route! While it's nowhere near finished, I'm hopeful that this upcoming month will be the month of Kuna'a now that I don't have a bunch of releases I'm trying to balance. His route is also one of the ones whose outline is more fleshed out (Druk and Etza I would say were the least fleshed out, which might be why they also took a bit longer). So I'd love to see Kuna'a's first draft complete/almost complete by the next devlog!

This month, I had to dust off my art skills tbh LMFAOIJSDF. It's been.... a WHILE since I've made CGs since I've been in the writing and coding dungeon for so long. So most of this month's art updates are me getting tilted from redrawing an ugly sketch over and over.

I DID manage to get the Van Mermay piece out. And I also was able to sketch out Kayn's Tragic End CG; that leaves only one CG that has to be sketched out! Currently, six of their CGs are finished, two need to be rendered, and one needs to be drawn still.

And since Kayn's CGs are mostly done, I've started drawing Fenir's. I was actually able to finish one because I basically Locked In when I made it, so here is a sneak peek!

Kisses his little pink nose

You might notice there's not toooo many updates on this month's devlog. The reason for that is because this month, I spent a lot of it recovering both mentally and physically. April shenanigans and those back-to-back releases took a lot out of me, and after going full speed basically since this year started, I learned I REALLY needed a break. That coupled with the concussion I got made it so that most of this month was focused on recovering and then getting back into the groove of things.

Another thing I tried to focus on this month was finding a balance in my workflow. Going into this month, I felt like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown almost every day, in large part because I have a lot of big things I'm trying to accomplish this year. Between finishing my dissertation, Alaris, and a personal big event that I have to plan, I have a lot on my plate this year, and it's made it easy to get overwhelmed as the months pass by. So I wanted to find a balance between all three that didn't make me feel like I was also falling into insanity. After talking to beloved Wudgey of @herotome fame, I've started adopting a schedule that gives me enough structure and flexibility to feel like I'm making progress without going crazy and getting lost in the sauce.

While it's still early in the process, I'm really happy with the balance I've hit, and I'm feeling much more like myself now compared to a month ago!

I caught up on quite a few things in my backlog this month, which made me happy ^^ I always like to learn from and support other devs, so finally being able to return to that helped with the recovery process <3

I don't have any actual fanart pieces, but there are a couple of games I'd like to highlight!

First of all, of course I must talk about our hot girl (/gender neutral) summer cross-promo. If you haven't checked out these games, I can't recommend them enough!!

Links to each game can be found on the Alaris Game page under the magic and mystery otome section!

Specifically, Save the Villainess, The Good People, and Thorn for the Villain are amazing games if you're into thriller/political games layered with mystery

The Silent Kingdom (which I played recently and is AMAZING) and Dual Chroma (Otojam 2023 ALLY) have added mechanics of RPG for exciting action-adventure fantasy stories

Lost in Limbo, Obscura, and Snow White Ashes are BEAUTIFUL dark fantasy games. I've played all three of these and they have some of the most beautiful writing and visuals... BIG FAN OF ALL OF THEM.

Mask Beyond Lies and Sigh of the Abyss have that epic fantasy adventure appeal to them, in a way that I think is similar to Alaris! And Pearlglow Cafe (another Otojam 2023 ALLY) is a very lighthearted and charming game for those of you who like the comfy vibe that most of my stories have!!

Some other games that I played are Favor (@favorvn) by beloved @concreteparasite which is SOOOOO stylish. If you've played Binary Star Hero by Connie, you can expect that same stylish, dark, sultry vibe from Favor. If you haven't checked out either of those games by Connie, I can't recommend them enough, especially if you like yanderes. There is so much aesthetic and atmosphere to them!

I also played Where Winter Crows Go by @prikarin who is a VERY talented developer (and one I'm sure many are familiar with). I had a lot of fun romancing Crowe and both the MC and him have such strong personalities, it was so fun seeing their dynamic!!!! The CGs were also made by anta, who is the dev behind Thorn for the Villain, and they're BEAUTIFULLLLL. Each one has so much style and rly has a professional look to them. Can't recommend enough if you haven't played already ((heads up that it is another yandere game for those who can't do yandere!))

Okay I've yapped enough. If you've made it this far, you are god's strongest soldier LFMASLDIFJ. See you all next month with hopefully some exciting progress!

#devlog #alaris

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acourtofmarvels · 1 year

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Surprise - Cassian

Warnings: none really, cute fluff. mentions of sex n stuff lol

Word count: 694

"Does it hurt?" I asked sheepishly. I felt so guilty. And a little bit proud of myself, but don't tell Cassian that.

He groaned in response. I could tell he was trying not to blow up on me. I hit him pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, baby." I sat beside him on the bed. I took the ice from his hand and held it onto his head myself. "At least you don't have a concussion."

"At least we know training is working. You got me good." He tried to smile at me but only winced in the process.

"You startled me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be at the house." And I smashed a bottle of wine over his head. It wasn't a small bottle either.

Rhys told me they were gonna be gone all day and most likely wouldn't get back tomorrow. Rhys always informs me when they are on their way home, then I can expect Cassian to come and see me.

"I expect a blowjob after this." Even in pain he's horny and inappropriate. I honestly shouldn't be surprised he said that.

Cassian was... unexpected for me. This thing between us happened one night and never stopped. At some point it was just a fling, then we said we were exclusive. Next thing I know we're all in and dating.

Our relationship never should have happened. We had a one night stand on a drunken holiday. And the next morning we slept with each other again. Cassian never did relationships. He was a go with the flow kind of guy and always said he never had the time for it.

I was just wanting sex. No strings and the kind that made your legs weak afterwards. Cassian exceeded expectations. We've been friends for so long now and I've heard from other girls I know whom he's slept with, that he's great in bed. Don't tell him this cause it will just boost his massive ego, but he's the best I've ever had.

"I feel like I should get an award for my marvelously teaching. I think I taught you too well." He groaned and layed back on the bed, taking the ice with him. "Cauldron boil me, I can't believe you got the drop on me like that. You're lucky I love you, babe. If any other person had done this to me-"

"You love me?" I blurt out, my eyes wide.

Cassian halts mid-sentence. He looked genuinely confused as if he had no clue what I just questioned. But he said it. I heard it loud and clear. I think my heart nearly stopped beating when he said it. He said he loved me.

"You just said it." I was fighting the urge to smile. Cause what if he didn't mean it? What if the hit had really messed him up. Oh shit did I rattle his brain with that wine bottle?

"I..." He cleared his throat, slowly bringing the ice down from his head to look at me. "Well, damn. I guess I did."

My heart is racing. He didn't deny it, yet.

"D-did you mean it?" I had to ask. I would give him the way out if he needed it. This was serious for us. I mean, we didn't even want to be in a relationship at first, let alone fall in love.

A small smile crept up on his face. When he nods I feel immediately relieved. I moved over beside him, running my fingers through his hair like I always did. "Say it again." The words nearly came out as a beg.

He moaned and ran a hand down his face. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again. It's bad enough that I said it first. That's never happened before." His arrogant tone deserved a slap on the arm from me. But then I couldn't help but climb onto his lap and attack his face with kisses. His body shakes under mine from laughing.

"On a scale from one to ten how badly does your head really hurt? Because I don't know if you know this about me but, emotional intimacy really turns me on. And you just told me you loved me, and I sure as hell am completely head over heels in love with you. And I think we should have sex right now."

His gaze on me darkens, his hands grip my hips firmly. "Suddenly I feel a whole lot better."

inspired by The Score by Elle Kennedy

Acotar Masterlist

#cassian #cassian x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #acotar fanfic #cassian fanfic #cassian fanfiction #cassian imagine #azriel #cassian fluff #cassian acosf #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf

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cemeterything · 1 year

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we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

#death #injury #unreality #<- for discussion of hallucinations #drowning mention #car crash mention #might delete this idk if im comfortable with sharing it but we shall see lol

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hotgirlgraps · 10 months

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Streetfighter!hook

Synopsis: Hook isn’t just a ring name in AEW but you figure that out when it’s too late to stop him

Warnings: depictions of blood and injury, angst, cursing, violence

A/N: I caught the O’Malley vs Sterling fight in the break room and just couldn’t stop thinking about hook as an underground streetfighter for some reason lmao (and yes I know the boxers aren’t streetfighters but this is just where my mind went)

The low hood shadowed the thick, velvet scar crossing through the arch of his eyebrow, along with the puffed out lower left side of his lip that had an identical cut to match, but not as well as he intended.

“Where do these scars keep coming from?” You asked as you gently ran your thumb over one of the cuts.

“You know I’m a pro wrestler.” He muttered as he pulls his head away, trying to hide the wince from the pain that the slightest touch caused.

“You haven’t stepped in the ring in over a month, Tyler.” You deadpan, and he can practically feel your suspicions slicing through him, but he tries not to acknowledge that.

“I did some practice in the gym the other day and the dude got me.” He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll heal.”

But you didn’t believe him, and it wasn’t just due to the fresh scars that decorated his face either. Tyler was a horrible liar. He’d always been. He can never look you in the eyes when he fabricated the truth, which was exactly why he was staring down at his busted knuckles instead.

You took a moment to think, but you didn’t even need to. The truth was staring you right in the face and you were tired of pretending that it wasn’t.

“You’re streetfighting, aren’t you?”

You watched his shoulders immediately tense up, his teeth locking down behind his lips making his jaw bone throb. You rolled your eyes and looked away, unable to keep staring at those wounds on your boyfriend’s face.

“So when were you planning on telling me? After I have to see you in a hospital bed with a concussion? Or were you gonna just wait until you were in a coma and I had to find out for myself that you’ve been lying to me for who knows how long!”

“Stop.” He muttered, picking his head back up. “Just try to understand-“

“We talked about this so many times, Tyler! I told you exactly how I felt about you doing this! It’s dangerous! I’ve seen my dad get his skull cracked in half and you know that! Why do you want to do this shit?!”

“I love it.” He shrugs easily. “I love the thrill and the adrenaline. I love knocking bitch ass punks out cold. I love the hype. I was meant to do this, Y/N. I know I was.”

You felt your heart sink in your chest. Clearly seeing the passion bursting through those dark eyes when he told you what it means to him, but it kills you inside knowing that he’s chosen something so dangerous. Possibly deadly, and he doesn’t seem to give that any regard whatsoever.

“It’s not the way it was when your dad broke into it. It’s rough, but people aren’t built like they used to be. I haven’t gotten seriously hurt yet, and I’ve been doing this for-“ he pauses, dropping his eyes to the floor before he says, “about six months now.”

“Six months?!” You snapped, “are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Obviously im not.” He eyes you again. “I’m being dead serious because this is something I love. It’s a part of my life now, just like you are and I guess I’m just telling you so you’ll accept it, cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes but you forced them back. Tyler watched your eyes well up and had to advert his attention elsewhere so he didn’t have to see those tears slip down your cheeks.

“Look” he sighs, “I’ll bring you to one of my fights. You can see for yourself that you don’t have to worry about me. Nobody’s ever come close to knocking me out. Yeah I have a couple bruises and shit but that’s just how the shit goes. I hold my own out there and I dominate everyone that comes for me. I’m the last person you ever have to worry about.”

Well, that lead to you standing in the midst of a bunch of drunk, wild people in a rundown underground basement. You couldn’t help but to bite your nails down to the nub as you intensely watched two guys aggressively throwing still jabs to each other’s jaws.

It was already hard to breathe in the smoky haze but even worse when Tyler was announced. The crowd roared when he came out, fists taped up and wearing gear similar to what he wears in AEW, but he didn’t look like that Hook.

Everyone chanted his name, some people holding fifty and hundred dollar bills in the air as they bet on his win. You didn’t even realize he was such a crowd favorite, but that just cemented the fact that he’d been living this whole double life you knew nothing about for six months.

He stepped up and adjusted the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists to cover the tender flesh on his knuckles. The scars so deep that the second they make contact with anything, they’re pouring blood.

The man he was up against had a good three inches of height on him, but he had much more muscle mass than the man did. There was no intimidation on the surface. Hook appeared just as calm, cool and collected as he always did in AEW, but you quickly realized as soon as the first punch was thrown that this was completely different.

All you heard was hook chants and the sounds of knuckle crashing into bone. One stiff jab in particular caused Hook to stumble back, dazed a bit but all it did was piss him off, and then you realized just why everyone was betting on him.

Fury bursted out of him as he threw his fists straight into the eye sockets, the jaw and the teeth of his opponent. He was a quick shooter. His opponent tried to block the shots to the face so Hook strikes them to the ribs instead, landing an uppercut when his opponent folded over.

But as soon as you thought the fight was going to come to a quick end, hook’s opponent reared his shoulder into his gut and slammed him down to the floor. The impact of your boyfriend’s spine crashing against the concrete make your stomach churn. You felt nauseas, hands trembling as you watched him getting punched everywhere that was visible.

He was trapped beneath his opponent, his knees digging into Hook’s rib cage preventing him from breaking free and all he could do was block those deadly punches as best as he could.

The chants only got louder and louder and it gave him more momentum. The crowd, but especially knowing you were out there in it.

In a desperate attempt to gain some leverage, when the next punch was thrown, hook caught it with his left hand, his right hand connecting directly into the teeth of his opponent, cracking one right down the center.

Blood oozed from the man’s mouth, leaving droplets all over Hook’s chest. He quickly reversed the roles and rolled himself on top of his battered opponent, his knees digging into the shoulders to keep the man from having any defense. With the man trapped underneath, Hook’s fists flew at a deadly speed, pounding into the man’s face until there was blood pouring out of every crevice on his skin.

He wasn’t satisfied until his opponent was limp. One good stiff jab to the jaw button followed by three clocks to the bridge of the nose and his opponent’s eyes rolled back, his entire body giving up any source of fight he could’ve possibly mustered.

The crowd erupted in wild screams when hook got off of him. He wiped the smeared blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand, tainting the white tape with crimson to match his opponent’s blood all over his body and the floor.

He raised both arms up, eliciting more screams from the crowd before he scanned his eyes all around that smoky room, finding you within seconds. You had mixed reactions and he could see that, but all he was worried about was making sure he showed you that this is what he’s best at. This is what he loves. This is what he wants.

He made his way towards you, red welts all over his chest and neck and tinges of blood everywhere you could see. He pushed through the people in front of you until he was standing inches apart, his bloody, slick hand cupping your cheek before he crashed his lips with yours.

He was so amped up and you could feel that in the kiss. The passionate force behind his lips colliding with yours left you breathless when he pulled back.

He dropped his hand from your cheek to your hip and noticed the blood smearing across your skin that he left there.

As if he was reading your mind, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, blood staining on your clothes but neither he or you cared. You hugged him back, holding onto him for dear life he felt like. Your body was still shaking and nerves still wracking around within you but you couldn’t deny the fact that he really did dominate out there, just like he said. And it was clear more than ever that this was something he loves. Something he wouldn’t give up.

“You’re a badass.” You mumbled into his slick chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. “But listen to me, Senerchia, cause I’m only gonna say this once. You better not die on me, or I’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.”

He pulls back and looks down at you, his eyes wide and wild and hair even more so, but a slight smirk tipping up his lips distracted you from all that. All the blood smeared on his skin and the welts that were soon bruises. That smile out-shown all of it.

“Never gotta worry about that, baby. I’m never leaving you.”

He placed another kiss to your lips briefly, leaving the taste of salty sweat and metallic in your mouth before he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, avoiding the people around trying to congratulate him and get him to sign things because all he was worried about was getting you home.

“Where are we going? I thought there were more fights? You don’t wanna stay and watch?”

“Nah” he smirks as the cold, New York air greets you both. “I got a lot of adrenaline pumping right now, im not wasting it.”

#hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #hook #aew hook

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blackholemojis · 8 months

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(not a request)

Hai! As someone trying to experiment with AACs, I can't find an optimal and conveniently organized word list, can you please share any tips for that?

Unfortunately I've had the same problem when trying to make my own AAC boards, as well as with running this blog. There are some general essentials though, I've made some of them and tagged them with #blackholemojis basics, if you want to look through those.

Other than that, I can really only share the types of words I put into my own AAC boards first. I haven't found a convenient and well organized word list anywhere :(

Under the cut though I'll put a lot more words you could include in your AAC, if you want to check that out! I'll update it as I think of more

Basic words

Yes, no, maybe, I don't know, something else, probably, stop, go, I consent, I don't consent

What, when, who, where, why, how

Good, bad, better, worse, best, worst, same, different, alright

Basic activities of daily living

Hygiene: bathe, clean teeth, style hair, wash face, etc

Dressing: get dressed, get undressed, clothing, tops, bottoms

Eating: eat, drink, swallow, chew, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack

Bathroom: use the bathroom, pee, poop, wipe off, wash hands

Transferring/mobility: walk, stand up, sit down, lay down, transfer to mobility aid, transfer out of mobility aid

Instrumental activities of daily living

Communication: speak, text/message, computer, phone, email, video call, write, call

Transportation: picked up, dropped off, drive, ride, bike, walk, take the bus, take the train, carpool

Meal prep: cook, bake, heat up, prepare food, plan meals, clean up kitchen, put away food

Shopping/finances: shop, buy, sell, donate, pay, write a check, manage balance, wallet, bank account, make a deposit, budget, pay bills, pay insurance, pay mortgage

Housework: do laundry, do dishes, dust, vacuum, sweep, mop, clean, fold, organize, take out the garbage

Medication: take meds, refill meds, order meds refill

Short words

Hello, goodbye, please, thank you, you're welcome, sorry, I forgive you

Do, don't, done, did, will, won't, could, can, can't, should, shouldn't, is, isn't, was, wasn't, were, weren't, want, like, dislike,

Now, later, soon, earlier, today, tomorrow, yesterday

And, a, an, the, or, which, if, so, then, because

Leave, come, walk, run, give, take, throw, catch, move, stay, find, lose, say, mean, think, let, need, want, help, belong, start, finish

I/me/myself, mine, you/yours/yourself, this person, she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs, it/its/itself

Essential activities

Eat, sleep, wake up, use the bathroom, drink

Major senses

See, touch, taste, smell, hear, sense, feel

Places

Home, work, school, house, apartment, trailer, park, grocery store, clothing store, daycare, college, religious center

Health

Sick/ill, fever, nauseous, stuffy nose, runny nose

Scratch, burn, cut, bruise, broken bone, concussion

Hospital, doctor's office, dentist's office

Any other specific conditions or symptoms you have, physically or mentally

Any mobility aids you use

Other descriptor groups

Colors, temperature, size, amount, directions/location, time, body parts, family/friend names, relations (grandma, neighbor), emotions, pets, objects/belongings, weather

#asks #blackholemojis talks #blackholemojis basics #since I might as well put that there #AAC

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gamercats-fight · 1 month

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Morgana from Person 5 vs Krampy from Cattails: Wildwood Story. Vote for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

Morgana - P-Studio - 2016 - Anthropomorphic tuxedo cat:

-If we’re including his abilities in Mementos/Palaces then he has a clear advantage of being able to use his persona to cast spells as well as fight. He also uses a curved sword and a slingshot. If hurt he also has healing spells. His appearance in this form is mascot-esque, but don’t let his big head fool you—he’s quite agile. Having a persona at all grants the wielder extreme abilities. Fast enough to dodge lightning, take incredible damage and even able to fight against gods. This strength is only granted in places they can summon their persona, i.e. not the real world.

Even in his cat form while in the real world, he is extremely dexterous: able to pick locks. He’s also taken a kick from a guy and having a metal briefcase land directly on his head following a bit of a fall. Not altogether impressive but still something for a cat to endure. He’s also smarter than the average cat, giving him a nice advantage.

He does eventually become human in Persona 5 Royal, but is just a cat at the end of the original game.

-He can turn into a car and run over any competition. He’s a master thief and fought god once. Also he has a slingshot.

-1: THIS CAT IS A HEALER! He gets the best healing spell in the entire game and when I got it on him, I don't think he ever left my party

2: THIS CAT CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND WELL BEING! It's become a meme at this point, but Mona wants you to go to sleep >:(

(P5 Spoilers Beyond this Point)

3: THIS CAT IS THE COLLECTIVE HOPE OF HUMMANITY! It's explained late game, but Morgana was created through the last scraps of humanities hope against the false god that the party eventually fights

4: THIS CAT EXPOSED A MURDERER! Its not important but the scene IS funny so I feel obligated to mention it.

THIS CAT IS YOUR BUDDY AND I LOVE HIM AND WILL DEFEND HIM WITH MY DYING BREATH!!!!

-Everyone hates him for the stupid “go to sleep” mechanic + some of his issues with another character but he’s such a good boy i love him so much. he’s always with you, helping you out and supporting you! plus he’s so little brother coded oh my god. baby. baby boy. spoilers for p5: also he’s literally the manifestation of hope like guys. hope is a cat. hope is stored in the cat.

Krampy - Falcon Development - 2023 - Gray tabby medicine cat

-He's so autism

-Cattails is like Stardew Valley for warrior cat fans, and Krampy is a fan favorite for several good reasons. He's a kind of eccentric medieval doctor who also has trouble relating to other cats because of his weird experiments and love of leeches, but that passion also makes him very charming as a character. He's got a tendency to ramble and tell long stories and is just really wholesome all around. Also he wears a plague doctor mask which is just a really cool design choice.

-The iconic doctor of the Mystic Colony. Who doesn't want a medicine cat with a plague mask?? And they are a real character too. Some of their best quotes:

"“Actually, I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Krampy the doctor, and don't worry! I am not a bird. Although when I had that concussion, I did think I was... ... What was I saying again?"

“Greetings young kitten. Do you mind if I put leeches on your tail? It's for science. And, I think it would be funny. Or I could do it to myself... But then what will I do tomorrow?"

“I think you should wear a beaky mask, it will protect you in this world. I wish not to see my friends hurt. Although that is bad for business... bit of a double-edged sword. Don’t get hurt too often!”

“You have the worst-smelling miasma I have ever smelled! I can smell you from miles away! Why don't you roll in some garbage? - It can only improve your odor, and you end up where you belong!"

#gamercats tournament #polls #morgana #persona 5 #krampy #cattails wildwood story #cattails #cattails game #mona p5 #mona persona 5

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small-spark-of-light · 6 months

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For the person who requested that i make a post of my fanfic because they cant access Ao3 :0 i hope you enjoy :D

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In Sticlafluier's humble opinion, the new guy is a little strange.

It's not a bad thing, truly. Everyone on this ship is weird at best, Rafe is hardly the weirdest. He simply acts odd. He's soft-spoken, if he talks at all, and he's constantly paranoid. It's like he's scared something is out to get him. He's reserved, too. No one knows anything about him other than how he got here.

The way he arrived is weird as well: he fell from the sky, gaining a concerning amount of scrapes and bruises while he was at it, and landed right on the dock. Capitan took him in immediately, as stoic and intimidating as he is. Sticlafluier still remembers the conversation he overheard when Rafe first arrived.

"He's concussed," he heard Eyewatch say, his voice low and stony and sounding dead in his throat, "We need to keep track of him for his own safety."

Sticlafluier never learned how Eyewatch figured that out, maybe his eye could see invisible injuries, or he saw how Rafe landed and used common sense.

Capitan's voice responded, "That's expected, all things considered. Someone will watch over him, if not myself."

Capitan taking in injured people has become expected, and that's when Rafe first started working on the ship, bringing his oddities with him.

These aren't the strangest things about him. At night, after all of his work is done, he stares up at the stars. This can go on for hours; he stayed up an entire night once. Ever since, someone always makes sure it doesn't happen again. Sticlafluier has been the one to shake him out of this trance multiple times. Rafe jumps at first contact, then realizes what he was doing, apologizes quietly, and leaves to go sleep.

It happens nearly every night. Rafe stands still, entranced by the stars.

The other crewmen don't mind his sudden presence or the quirks he came with. In fact, Sticlafluier likes having him around. So when he sees him standing by the ships rails, staring at the sky like he usually does, he decides to join him instead of telling him to sleep. Its not too late, the moon— it's a full moon tonight— is barely in the sky; they have plenty of time to chat.

Rafe doesn't notice Sticlafluier get close, even as he moves around him to see if he would. He leans on the rails right next to him, and Rafe still doesn't notice. He's completely enamored. The night sky is cloudless and filled to the brim with stars. Two of them, Sticlafluier notices, are extra bright and colorful; they stand out against the starry blacks and blues of the rest of the sky. Following Rafe's eyes, hes staring at them.

"Hey Rafe."

The man jolts at the sudden interruption. Rafe clutches his chest, clearly terrified. He stares for a minute before he relaxes, and a tired look eases onto his features. Sticlafluier smiles like he didn't nearly give him a heart attack.

"You staring into space again?" Sticlafluier asks, still leaning on the rails.

Rafe has the decency to look sheepish at being called out. He goes to leave, but Siclafluier catches him by the arm.

"You don't have to leave yet." He says, guiding Rafe back to where he was standing. "There's still a bit of time before Capitan gets onto our asses about not sleeping."

Rafe stares for a second, then sighs, then nods, and moves to hold the rails next to him. They sit in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the night sky. Sticlafluier notices that hes looking for something. His eyes scanning the vast expanse of stars until they catch those two brighter ones from before, and he settles into watching them again.

Those two stars, yellow and purple respectively. Are they what Rafe stares at almost every night? Sticlafluier always wondered why hes obsessed with the night sky so much. Are the nights he goes to bed early the ones he can't find them? The moon has moved only a little, and the tell-tale sound of footsteps approaching have yet to appear, he might as well ask now.

"why do you stare at the sky so much?"

Rafe blinks at him. And then blinks again, surprised someone had the courage to ask. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something and Sticlafluier forces down a bubble of excitement, It isn't often Rafe talks, let alone tells someone about himself. He looks scared, though, and his mouth snaps shut with a sharp inhale.

That little bubble of excitement pops and Sticlafluier can't help but feel a little disappointed, "You don't have to tell me if its something bad, they're your secrets."

He nudges Rafe with his elbow with an semi-casual smile, and hopes he can tell the apology is genuine. He doesn't react; hes lost in thought. He looks at the sky again, not at those two stars but staring upwards absently. Sticlafluier watches him and waits for an answer. Nothing comes. Rafe just keeps thinking, and Sticlafluier moves on to looking at the sky as well.

Those two stars are bright and big compared to the others. Its no wonder why Rafe keeps watching them: they are incredibly eye catching. Sticlafluier finds himself staring as well.

They sit in silence. The moon moves through the sky steadily.

"I've been to space before."

Hearing Rafe's quiet voice cut through the silence is jarring, and that doesn't mention what he said, "You've been to space? Are you talking about when you got here? I know you fell from the sky-"

"No," He interrupts, his voice shakes a little, "Before that. Long before that.

"I almost died when I was up there, but my friend saved me."

Sticlafluier stares at him for what feels like hours, even though it couldn't be longer than a couple minutes.

"what the fuck do you mean by that?!" He asks louder than he wants to.

Rafe jumps at the sudden volume change. He stays silent; its terrifying that hes not continuing. He nearly died in space, his friend saved him, and no more information was given. Sticlafluier waits for Rafe to give context, elaborate, say anything that explains the words that came out of his mouth. Even admitting that it was a lie would be better than this silence. Yet nothing comes.

"Rafe"

Rafe is still silent. He is still silent and it twists his stomach in knots.

"Rafe you cant- You cant just Say that and not elaborate-" Sticlafluier grabs him by the shoulders, mindful of his still healing wounds, "-What the fuck happened to you in space?"

Rafe stares at him with wide eyes, frozen in place, before taking a shaky breath and trying to relax, "What happened was what I said, I don't want to go into it more."

He looks at him with a tired, melacholic expression, and his voice is soft and quiet like always. Sticlafluier has a bitter, guilty twinge in his stomach for being so forceful. He exhales and lets him go. Putting his hand on the rails and letting it be his support, he watches Rafe quietly. Rafe watches him back; neutrally at first, then getting more and more uncomfortable as it continues.

"what was it like up there," Sticlafluier gestures upwards. "Can you tell me about that?"

He perks up at the question, "uh-" He glances at the sky,"-I believe i can."

Sticlafluier waits for his response. Rafe fidgets, wringing his hands together and drumming his fingers on the wood of the ship. He's not staring at the sky, instead he is fixated onto the dark water around them. The ocean is kind tonight. The waves are gentle as they rock the ship back and forth. He shuts his eyes, inhales, and Sticlafluier waits for what he will say with baited breath.

"It was scary," He breathes, "My friend and i were the only ones up there."

"that… sounds like it'd be terrifying."

Rafe hums, "We were surrounded by stars, and the earth looked so small from where we were."

Sticlafluier sits in his words. Being surrounded by stars on all sides and having a perfect view of the earth from so far away. Sticlafluier tries to imagine what its like; tries picturing the stars around him on all sides and tries to see the earth as something far in the distance. Its baffling. He wants to ask more, maybe about this friend or what they were doing up there, but he cant bring himself to talk.

Rafe looks at him, waiting for any more questions.

"Have you told anyone about this?" he manages.

"you're the first."

Its not particularly shocking, considering how reserved he is, but Sticlafluier finds himself surprised. He feels a bit of pride knowing that hes the first, and likely the only one, to be told this information. Rafe turns his attention back to the sky. Back to those two stars from before. He looks tired like before, like always, but its different now.

He looks almost peaceful.

Sticlafluier exhales. He bumps into Rafe's side, purposefully, and lets him catch his bearing before talking.

"you're a weird guy, y'know?" He grins.

Rafe's exasperated look sends him into a laughing fit. Sticlafluier clamps his hand over his mouth; they may be on the deck, but he doesn't want to risk waking everyone up. He snorts, doubled over from laughing, then coughs and clears his throat. When he looks up, Rafe is staring at him flatly.

Sticlafluier wheezes quietly, "That was mean wasn't it? I mean that affectionately! you fit right in."

He continues to stare for a second, then his face softens. He pats Sticlafluier's back lightly before helping him upright. He thanks Rafe, still out of breath from laughing, before taking a deep breath.

"we should probably go and sleep now; Its late." He smiles.

"It Is late."

Rafe jumps out of his skin at the sound of Capitan's voice. He nearly falls overs, shrieking under his breath and holding onto the railing for dear life. Sticlafluier snorts at his reaction; Hes gotten used to him showing up out of nowhere, and turns to Capitan with a lax smile. The captain stays stoic in return.

"Hey Captain," Sticlafluier says, "We were just going to sleep."

Rafe takes a second to come to his senses, but he manages. He takes a deep breath, and waves at Capitan with a shaky hand.

Capitan narrows his eyes, "you two should've been asleep earlier-" He turns to Rafe pointedly,"-You especially, considering your injuries."

He keeps his eyes on the floorboards, refusing to meet Capitan's eyes. Sticlafluier is completely unbothered by the sternness in his voice, and pushes Rafe in the direction of the sleeping quarters. He stumbles, turning to him with a tired glare, before walking away.

"Goodnight, Rafe!" Sticlafluier says. Rafe waves back, not turning around to look back at him.

Irritation laces Capitan's voice, "…That included you, Sticlafluier."

"I know, I know! i just wanted to make sure he was actually going!"

He huffs lightly, walking in the same direction Rafe did; Sticlafluier's starting to feel the slow creep of exhaustion, who knows how late it is now. Capitan follows, mostly. He separates when they reach the entrance to everyone's separate rooms and hammocks. He offers one goodnight before turning back, leaving Sticlafluier alone with his other sleeping crew mates.

It only takes a second to find his hammock. He falls into it, the wooded beams creaking under the sudden weight. It slowly stops swaying, and it leaves Sticlafluier in the dark with only the sound of waves— along with someone snoring quietly elsewhere— occupying his mind.

He cranes his neck a little: on the far end of the room, he can see Rafe's silhouette asleep in his own hammock. He's closer to the door by choice. Its another strange thing about him, that area is usually filled with the sounds of the ships machinery. Most crew members avoid it due to the noise. A select few, mainly Sparrow and Sticlafluier, figure he deals with it so he could see the moonlight seeping through the doorway.

Sticlafluier's eyes sag. Pulling his focus from the sleeping man, he stares at the boards above him. He remembers what Rafe said about being up in space and tries to imagine it again. It's just as difficult, if not more without the night sky to help him think.

He doesn't even notice that his eyes have closed, and he can't tell when they did.

After relaxing, letting the sound of the ocean and memory of the cloudless night sky soothe him, Sticlafluier finally drifts off.

#incredibox #evadare #xrun #rafe #sticlafluier #capitan #some others are mentioned #sparrow and eyewatch specifically #if its too long and annoying ill put it under read more #but i think the post will compress itself normally with the Expand thing it does

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apex-academy · 5 months

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Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#17)

“.......”

“...”

“........”

It is... definitely too late to hide anyone from anyone here. This is happening. Now. Apparently.

I gingerly grip Mahavir’s shoulder. Feels like I’m taking sides I shouldn’t, but it’s not like Tsunyasha would let me do this. And she’s at less risk of falling over or fainting.

...Probably.

“E... Excuse me.”

He attempts to shuffle forward, but there’s still a whole room between him and the Nurse’s Office.

“Are you addressing me, whelp?”

“......”

I take a deep breath.

“He just needs to get to the Nurse’s Office. Did you have business there?”

“I need no business to go where I please.”

“Okay, then were you just going there?”

“Perhaps I shall. Would that suffice to drive you fools away?”

“.......”

I see his lips move, but whatever he says is beyond hearing.

“Mahavir?”

“.........”

Though he still has to move his head slowly, he looks up at her more properly. The hand that isn’t propping him against the wall clenches.

“...Will you?”

“...”

What, go to the Nurse’s Office?

“Will you... excuse me?”

“Will you ever...”

He doesn’t manage to finish, but he’s said enough.

Can he ever be excused for what he did? Not just in general, but by the very person he hurt? The only one who can really absolve him, whatever the rest of us may try to say.

“......”

She takes a slow step forward and stops there.

“Hmph. You think I would pardon a foolish whelp of anything?”

“I am she who passes holy judgment, sinner. None of you will be excused by my hand, except perhaps from this world.”

It’s all such standard Tsunyasha-speak. Does it even matter that Mahavir’s the one asking? Does she not want to think about what happened—what happened right here, in fact—or is it so aggressively blocked out that she doesn’t even know it happened?

But for a second, I know I saw...

...distress. And though she and Mahavir didn’t get along before this, she’s never had quite that reaction.

So...

Is this how she really feels?

“Well? Do you wish to grovel, worm? It may not change your fate, but it would be amusing.”

“.......”

I sure hope it’s intentional when he falls to his knees.

“Ah—”

I lose my grip on his shoulder, but maybe it’s for the best. This is between him and Tsunyasha, even if she acts completely unaffected. Should I be here at all?

Well. I shouldn’t be leaving my probably-not-concussed burn victim patient unattended, anyway, so not worth debating the ethics on that.

I avert my gaze, at least, but it’s still easy enough to picture their faces. Especially with Mahavir’s voice more gravelly by the minute.

“I have wronged you... terribly. If I truly cannot be forgiven, then... I... understand.”

“......”

He pauses, probably to un-grit his teeth.

“Likewise, if there is no way to atone... I understand.”

“But if there is anything... anything... that I could do to make things right... even the smallest bit...”

“Please...”

I dare a look at Tsunyasha.

“...”

“Hardly.”

“—!”

“Amusing though your pathetic display may be, you mortals can never hope to redeem yourselves from your fates.”

“I am not talking about some ambiguous ‘mortals’! I am talking about myself, and what I personally... am responsible for...!”

“...”

I can’t tell if she’s thinking or waiting.

“About... what I did to you... right here. How I... hurt you...!”

“Silence.”

“...!”

“Men like you shall NOT tell me what did and did not happen.”

“As if you could lay a single hand on the Holy Assassin! Foolishness!”

She takes a silent step sideways, opposite the wall Mahavir slumps against.

“Perhaps you ought to stay on your knees for the rest of your short life. A posture befitting such an insignificant worm.”

She strides past us without another hitch.

...”Men,” huh? Was that just a synonym for “mortal,” or...

“.......” I’m overthinking this.

I finally turn to look at Mahavir instead. He isn’t in tears, but he did sound like it. Suppressed coughing, maybe.

“...........”

“...”

I give him a minute, but he can only calm down so much.

“...Mahavir.”

“.......”

“Are you able to get up? I still need to get you to the Nurse’s Office.”

“...........”

He can’t actually intend to stay there until Tsunyasha tells him otherwise, can he? That wasn’t a real olive branch she gave him, it was just...

I don’t know, exactly. It’s not like I’m in her head. I’m just suddenly afraid I might understand some part of her better than I thought. But I could be dead wrong.

I sure hope so.

Mahavir stays silent long enough I crouch down to make sure he’s still with us. It takes a while, and a lot of pulling on my part, but I manage to coax him back to his feet. He still doesn’t say a word.

No one...

No one is happy with this. Not me, not him, and I know Tsunyasha can’t be, either. Not in any meaningful way, at least.

“...Mahavir.”

I speak as I slowly guide him forward. His footfalls are dull, ominous thuds.

“She’s not ready yet. That’s all.”

“...........”

“She may not be able to process what happened.”

“I don’t know how long it will take.” Don’t know if it will ever happen, but that’s not a helpful point right now.

“But... she might have a better answer for you someday. A real one.”

“No point trying to force it before then.”

I open the door, the faint lemon-cleaner-and-antiseptic smell wafting out.

“Let’s just make sure you can both make it to that point, okay?”

“..............”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t fight me as I lower him onto a cot.

Guess he needs time to process, too.

...Don’t we all.

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#apexplot #apex6 #fanganronpa

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firedrakegirl · 1 month

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Getting noticed

I glanced behind me at Clint, unconscious on the floor. The Hydra goon had a gun pointed at me, but I wasn’t moving out of the way. There wasn’t much I could do, but I could at least try and protect him. My connection to Loki kept me from being an actual civilian, but I didn’t have powers or much ability. I mean, I was learning to fight, but…well, I was scared of the Avengers and the class I was taking was not at this level.

“Get out of the way.”

If you can’t take them out, slow them down, be surprising and unpredictable. That’s what Clint always said. I grinned viciously at the goon, panic giving it a manic edge. “What are you going to do? Shoot me? That would be a real bang for the Avengers. Just don’t forget the safety.” I started punning to buy myself time. Then it hit me. I stepped as close as I could as quickly as I could, reaching into my pocket and grabbing as much of the glitter that had spilled earlier and chucking it in his face as I used the other hand to palm strike his nose. I didn’t expect the Green glow as I hit him, or for him to go flying into a wall and collapse bonelessly. I did my best to ignore the smear of blood. I spun around and started checking over Clint. Luckily, he was starting to wake up, but I kept him still. “Don’t move until medical checks you over hun. Don’t know how badly you’re hurt.”

Clint groaned and looked at me with crossed eyes.

“Yeah, you’re probably concussed. It’s fine. Just stay awake and focused on me or I’m going to put glitter in all your underwear.” The man groaned at me.

Suddenly, the lights came back on. There was the briefest of pauses before JARVIS spoke. “I am back online.”

“Okay good. We need medical up here for Clint. And one of the hydra douches. And a vacuum. Where’s the vacuum. Tony’s going to kill me over the glitter.”

“Do not worry about that. Medical has been alerted.” JARVIS assured me. “Are you hurt.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m fine. Shaky, but fine. Haven’t had a gun pointed at me before.” I stayed by Clint’s side, occasionally keeping him from trying to move.

Soon, the medical team arrived and got Clint on a gurney, along with the goon. I pointedly ignored them covering him with a sheet. I followed along partway to medical, needing to make sure Clint was alright. Once I was sure he was, I quietly slipped away in the chaos and headed up to Loki’s and my floor. I carefully turned on the shower as hot and hard as I could, stripped my clothes off, and sat in the massive shower, letting the water rush over me.

I have no idea how much later it was, as my skin was badly pruned, but I felt like no time had passed at all. Loki was sitting in the shower, still in his armor, knee pressed against mine. “Are you back with me, sister?”

I blinked at him slowly, confused. “What….?”

“I could feel your turmoil all the way in Asgard.” He didn’t move, just staying close and barely touching me. “I don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here.”

“Four hours and 37 minutes.” JARVIS supplied. “Verbal interaction was ignored, and none of the Avengers could get into the room.”

“Four,.. I just sat down.” I frowned, slowly uncurling from the ball I’d somehow ended up in. My knee cracked loudly and Loki and I both winced at the feeling.

“You were dissociating, I believe.”

I looked at Loki and he wordlessly opened his arms. I dove into him for a much needed hug, and the tears started. “I killed someone!! Clint was knocked out, no one else was in the Tower, the defense mechanisms made it so we were alone with the Hydra guys and I just wanted to knock him out but he’s dead and I threw him across the room and split his head open like a watermelon and I don’t know what’s wrong with me what happened how did I do that what’s going on is Clint going to be okay was it just a concussion or was something more happening was it a bad concussion I know he’s had a couple and I’m rambling and I can’t stop Loki make it stop make me stop I’m a terrible person I killed someone brother what’s wrong with me I killed someone and they’re dead now and I'm a monster and Clint was hurt and bad and..” “If you're a monster, I'm more of one.” Loki disagreed, carefully prodding at the wound on my head.

I let out a little noise of pain; now that I'd noticed I'd been injured, I was aware of how much it hurt. “You're not a monster. You're incapable of it.”

“Then so are you, sister-mine. You're just a person who was put in a bad situation. And, from what I understand, you responded perfectly. You protected yourself and the Hawk, and therefore the building. You did so well.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Now, let's get you dressed and down to medical. I think you're going to need stitches. And even Stark's hot water has it's limits.

I had to halfheartedly chuckle at that. “I'd really rather stay.”

“I know. But you need to be taken care of. And I know you want to check on the Hawk.”

I couldn't argue with that, so I let him cajole me out of the shower and into a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. I had to laugh at the shirt he'd picked. It had his face on it. “What happened on Asgard? You were needed for something?”

“Yes.” Loki indulged me by offering a distraction. “Mother requested me for a difficult negotiation with Alfheim. I wore the armor at her request.”

“She knows you're more comfortable in that than your formal clothes. We really need to introduce the concept of suits to your people.”

“I really hope you mean the Aesir and not the Jotun.” He laughed.

I grinned at the mental image. “I dunno....” I pushed a thought at him. “I think they'd look snazzy.”

“I am not wearing a zoot suit, in either form.”

“Lame.” I teased him, even as he scooped me up and carried me down to the medical floor. “You'd look amazing in one. I'm thinking lime green.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. Could turn you into a disco-”

He slapped a hand over my mouth. “Don't. You. Dare.”

I licked his hand, but he didn't move it. 'You're so mean to me!' I whined mentally.

He gently smacked the back of my head. “You worried me.” He admitted softly.

“I'm sorry...” I whispered back, though we stopped speaking as we entered.

“There you are!!” Tony Stark stalked over. “No more dissociating in a place where people can't help you.” He said to me. I just stared at him in confusion.

“I could get to her.” Loki pointed out, still dripping water from sitting in the shower with me.

“And you weren't here.” He snapped. “That's why JARVIS tried to help, but no one could get onto your floor.”

“Guys, don't fight.” I asked softly, clinging to Loki.

“Miss Zimbo, why don't you come sit here and let us take a look at you.” Bruce called gently.

Loki set me down on the indicated bed and stepped back for the medical personnel to do their work. “How is the Hawk?” He asked for me.

“Better, and more importantly alive.” Natasha shot me a ghost of a smile. “Thanks to you.”

“I... I'm sorry I couldn't keep him from getting hurt at all...”

“You're untrained and were unprepared. You protected him with glitter.” Natasha disagreed. “You did a good job. We just have to make sure you're more prepared next time. Once your head heals, we'll start training.”

“I could never be as badass as you!” I started at her with wide eyes, before wincing slightly as the doctor started putting stitches in.

“Of course not.” Natasha agreed. “But you can be a more badass you.”

“But with less glitter.” Tony snarked.

“And fewer puns.” Steve walked into the room, scowling at me with the full force of his “America is disappointed in you personally” expression. “That wasn't the best way to distract the gunman.”

I squeaked softly. This was the most attention I'd gotten from any of them other than Clint, and it was all negative.

“Okay, that's enough.” Loki put up a magical barrier separating me from the Avengers other than Clint and Natasha. “She needs to rest, not be interrogated and berated for doing a damn good job without any training and support.”

The other's voices were muted by the barrier and I relaxed incrementally. “Thanks bro.” I whispered then turned to Natasha. “How is he really doing?”

“He has a hard head. He'll be fine.” She assured. “But honestly, I am impressed by your actions.”

“You shouldn't be. I killed someone...”

“You know what I do, yes?”

“You're the super awesome super secret super spy assassin.” I agreed, before clapping a hand over my mouth with another squeak.

Natasha laughed. “Yes. And I’m assuming you know what assassins do.” “Yeah, but that’s different!” I disagreed. “Intention matters.”

“And you think the fact that you didn’t mean to kill him makes you worse than me?”

“Well, yeah!” It was obvious to me.

“Why?”

“Cuz you’re the super awesome badass and I’m the normal one that doesn’t belong here.”

“Do you truly believe that?” She asked, head tilting slightly.

“Well, yeah. I'm just the Loki add on, and I know you guys don't really want him here all that much. I'm a normal human with no powers or abilities, and all I can do is bake for you guys. Most of y'all don't even notice or acknowledge me when I'm in the room.” I waved a hand toward her slightly. “You excluded. You notice everything, but I'm pretty sure everyone just tolerates me because they have to because of Loki and Clint only likes me because of the pranks. I'm pretty sure he'd be happier with someone else, probably Loki when he feels more comfortable with him, because I don't belong here. I'm just the ghost who bakes for everyone.” It all spilled out despite my best efforts to stop myself, and then the tears started again.

Natasha put her hand on my knee. “If you didn't belong here, you wouldn't be here. And your brownies have helped after more than one mission to keep us grounded here. You know that Clint is deaf, right?”

I nodded at the sudden segue, confused.

“You, your brother, and I are the only ones to know. He chose to tell you, powers or not. He refuses to even tell the other Avengers. You belong here. And you proved it today. I suspect that you'll be getting a lot more interest from the team after this.”

I looked at her skeptically. “But....why?”

“You impressed all of us. You're a civilian, so you could have, and should have, run when Hydra broke in. Instead, you stayed with Clint and saved his life.”

“It was the right thing to do.” I frowned. “What else should I have done? Leave my only friend in the tower to die?”

“Most people would have.” She said calmly.

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Dangerous (Callum Ilott X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Indycar

Requested: Day 25 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none...?

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 310

As always, my requests are OPEN

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~~(^Google/J*ncos split announcement)

“Ok, Callum, I understand that racing is a dangerous sport, but this is going a little too far, don’t you think so?” I tried to reason as I passed around the room while the man in question packed a bag. “Maybe you’ve had one too many concussions, but this is just dumb.”

“How? It’s a one-time thing. It’s not like I need to prepare for weeks for it,” He explained nonchalantly as he threw the last of his clothes into the bag. When he turned to meet my eyes, he stopped himself from laughing at my shocked face.

“How do you not think this is a big deal? You’ve never driven a Formula 1 car, and you’re about to get in one with absolutely no training. Are you insane?” I freaked out, wrapping my arms around myself as my breathing became erratic.

“I’ve driven in Formula 2 and 3 cars for years, love,” he whispered as he slowly approached me. “How bad can it be?”

“How bad can it be?!” I exclaimed, jumping away from him to continue pacing around the room as I spiraled. “You haven’t been in a car with that much downforce in two years, the Gs are not nearly as bad in Indycar as they are in Formula 1, and you think you’ll be fine to just wing it?! You are going to break your damn neck and give me a heart attack! Do you like causing me anxiety?”

“No, I’ll do some warm ups on the plane and before I get in the car,” he offered with a small smile. I just continued glaring at him, causing him to pull me into his arms, “but if it makes you feel better, you can come with me.”

“Oh, great,” I started sarcastically, “I get to watch you break your neck live!”

“I’m not going to crash!”

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frozenlight-gvf · 8 months

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Strawberry Wine: Part Three

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader enemies to lovers)

summary: after a terrible accident, y/n finds herself hurting in more ways than one.

word count: 2.6k

warnings (for this part): talk of injury, a small bit of angst… not many warnings tbh

a/n: this is the final part… for now! who knows, in the future i might find myself needing to write more for this series so idk we shall see i suppose!! also, i listened to “need you now” by lady a while writing the beginning of this part so maybe give it a good listen if you have the desire to do so

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The afternoon sun spilled onto the worn carpet of your bedroom, creating a bright, warm spot for your cat to curl up in. She was snoozing blissfully as you stared up at the ceiling, your fingers fidgeting with the old cotton quilt on your bed. The breakfast your mother brought you sat untouched on your bedside table. It had been two days of being bedridden, and you were just about ready to claw your own eyes out.

Doctor’s orders were no reading, no TV, no physical activity of any kind, and no horses until you were feeling better. To make matters worse, Susannah canceled all lessons for the rest of the month to make sure you had plenty of time to heal, which meant that the ranch was devastatingly quiet and still. You missed hearing the giggles of little girls and the laughter between friends that would ring through the trees and dance through the tall grass. But for the rest of July, the only people at Nightingale Ranch would be you, Susannah, and Daniel.

Out your bedroom window, you had a good view of the barn. You spent most of your time staring through the glass, watching the breeze make waves over the fields and the sun inch slowly across the sky. But you also watched Daniel work. Even without lessons being held, someone still had to take care of the horses.

He had a job to do, and you understood that.

But you didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to visit you even once.

The last time you two spoke was when you were discharged from the ER the night of your fall. Your mother on one side of the bed, Daniel on the other, the nurse looked between the two as he shared instructions for taking care of you over the next few days. And Daniel had been nodding along and listening intently.

They rolled you out in a wheelchair. You knew you were fully capable of walking, but when you tried to protest, the nurse, your mother, and Daniel shut you down. Daniel’s hands were loose on the handlebars as he pushed you through the sliding doors of the hospital exit out into the darkened parking lot, your mother walking beside Danny and poring over the stapled packet the nurse had handed her detailing a daily schedule for grade two concussion aftercare. She mumbled through it, occasionally making her words clear so Daniel could hear. The three of you approached Susannah’s dusty, decades-old silver SUV.

“She should take Tylenol instead of Advil if she’s hurting. Something about ‘risk of bleeding?’”

Daniel nodded. Like he’d personally be the one handing you the pills and holding a bottle of water to your lips.

“Rest up, Y/N,” Daniel said, pressing one of his hands to your shoulder. “I, uh… just– let me know if you need anything.”

You smiled as you watched him cross the parking lot, heading towards his pickup. The red glow of his tail lights slowly pulled away as your mother helped you into the passenger seat of her car. You wished he was the one driving you home. You wished he would squeeze your hand tight and press kisses on the tops of your cheeks and tell you how much he loved you.

Soft knocks at your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey? You hungry for lunch?” Susannah pushed the door open and leaned on the doorknob. Her greying hair was twisted up in a claw clip, and a light button-up hung from her narrow frame.

You shook your head, quickly wiping a tear. But not before your mother could notice.

“Oh, sweetie…” she said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. Her gentle hands stroked your hair. “I know you’re frustrated. And I know you miss your students and the horses. But you gotta give your brain time to heal up.”

You only nodded, your throat squeezed up tight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. A small swell of relief washed through you at the thought that your mother perhaps didn’t know the exact reason for your tears.

Susannah clucked her tongue in sympathy, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked quietly, still petting your head.

She then paused, noticing how you wouldn’t meet her eyes. She followed your gaze out the window and towards the barn, where Daniel was outside, walking Guinevere back from the pasture.

A moment of knowing silence between a mother and her lonely daughter.

“Do you want me to bring him up to see you?”

Your heart froze. You knew she had seen the way Daniel had rescued you. How he had cared for you and sat by your bed in the emergency room, making sure you never once woke up from your fitful bursts of sleep alone.

“No, mama,” you responded, your voice slightly hoarse. Truthfully, you wanted to see him more than anything. But you wanted him to want to, not to do so at the order of his boss.

“Are you sure? I know I’m not the best company,” she said with a little laugh.

She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, searching for her words.

“He cares about you, baby.”

“No, he doesn’t—“

She put up a hand, stopping you.

“But you have to let him care.”

With that, she gave you a few pats on your leg and stood up to leave. You watched her close the door, leaving you with her words hanging in the air like swords about to drop and slice you into pieces.

How were you supposed to just let Daniel care about you? Especially since he hasn’t made any effort to convince you to do so?

You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You hadn’t always had claws. But after getting used and heartbroken by one too many careless men, you had decided to stop being soft. You couldn’t afford it anymore.

~~~

The sun had finished its journey across the sky, sending the landscape outside your window into a deep blue darkness. The warm lamp beside your bed kept the night at bay, and with the loss of the sunshine, your cat decided your lap was a more preferable place to sleep.

More soft knocks at your door.

“I’m not hungry, mama.”

The figure that appeared behind the opening door was much taller and broader than your mother.

Daniel looked out of place in your bedroom— too rugged for such a soft place.

You shot up, sitting against the headboard of the bed, your jaw slightly clenched. Daniel gave a timid wave. He stalled in the doorway, looking around your room with gentle eyes. His gaze roamed, catching on framed pictures, stuffed animals, and glow-in-the-dark stars somehow still stuck on the ceiling above your bed. Your cat chirped and hopped off your lap, purring as she wove between Daniel’s ankles.

He cleared his throat softly and spoke in a quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice after hardly speaking in a couple days. “I’m fine.”

There were countless unspoken words in the way he was looking at you. You waited for him to explain his behavior in the emergency room, why he hasn’t come to see you, why he was here now, why he could be so intimate with you and then pretend it never happened, why he never stopped teasing you—

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you fine?” he said, clearing his throat again and looking down.

You stared at him, then your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers, your tongue darting out to relieve your dry lips. You found yourself shaking your head. Your jaw was clenched tight.

He nodded, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um. Is there… anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it. You let out a bitter chuckle. How did he not know that all you wanted was to be held by him? Or maybe he did know, and this whole thing was just another cruel torment.

“Did my mom tell you to come up here?” Your eyes flicked back up to study his face.

“What?”

“My mom. Did she tell you to check on me?”

He sighed, his head falling slightly. He took a deep breath, and released it as he spoke. His shoulders slumped as he gently, nervously tapped his fist on the doorknob.

“She, uhh… she suggested it, yeah.”

You nodded sharply, your suspicions confirmed. You ground your teeth.

“You can go.”

Daniel’s head shot up, his eyes confused, bordering on pathetic.

“I said, you can go. You obviously don’t want to be here. You’ve checked me off your chore list, so you can go home now, Daniel.”

Your words came out sour, bursting off your tongue like scorching sparks. The anger within you was simmering, and it made your fragile head hurt.

“You’re not a chore, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice gave you pause for just a moment, but you were growing tired of his extremes— you either got the caring gentleman or the quippy rogue. You just wanted the truth.

“I clearly am. Anything your boss tells you to take care of is a chore.”

“She didn’t force me to do anything, Y/N—“

“I don’t want you here.”

Daniel scoffed, his hand flying up in a gesture of frustration. His voice was raspy with quiet irritation.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

As he turned to leave, you raised your voice, and he stopped.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

He turned back around, one of his hands rubbing his forehead, as if he was the one with the concussion. His voice was sharp.

“I’m here now, and you just told me to leave. I feel like that’s a good enough explanation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me here!” He took a breath to compose himself, shrugging. “Turns out I was right.”

You ground your teeth. For the thousandth time, you found yourself at an impasse with Daniel. You two just stared at each other for a moment. More unspoken words were exchanged that neither of you wanted to give life to.

“Do you want me to go?” Daniel asked softly, his eyes darting up from the floor. His gaze almost looked vulnerable.

“No.”

He nodded. Daniel walked into your bedroom, stepping carefully, like the floor was made of porcelain. He sat softly on the edge of your bed, being mindful of his work jeans on your covers. He put his hand over yours, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

Your eyes met. The moment felt quiet. The tension had eased slightly now that he was touching you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been checking on you.”

“It’s alright. I… I should’ve made it more clear that I wanted you to check on me.”

“No, this is on me, heiress,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me take this one.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, your head dropping. One of his fingers touched your chin to make you face him. Your breath caught, your eyes wide. His touch trailed along your jaw, then he tucked your hair behind your ear, as if to see your face better. His hand settled gently on the back of your neck.

His eyes darted over your every feature, like he was drinking in your visage. You saw Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath.

He started to lean in, but stopped when you flinched a bit in surprise. His voice was desperate and raspy, laced with apology.

“Are you gonna fight me on this?”

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands up to where his shoulder met with his neck. “No.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and let your lips meet. As opposed to every other time you found yourself this close to Daniel, the energy now was peaceful. Your mouths moved in tandem, the usual fevered vigor replaced with tender softness. His hand on the back of your neck brought you close to him, his other hand on your quilt-covered thigh. You couldn’t help the feeling of hope that rose within you– the hope that maybe you’d share more kisses like this with Daniel, rather than always being nothing but fire and poison with him.

He pulled away after a minute or two— not because he wanted the kiss to end, but because he wanted to look at your face again. A soft smile graced his lips, and it spread up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light.

“My mom will kill you if she finds you up here kissing me,” you whispered with a blushing smile.

“Then she’ll just have to kill me.”

He leaned back in for another quick kiss, and you giggled against your will. You felt lighter, barely noticing the night outside your window.

~~~

Susannah opened your bedroom door the next morning, carrying a little knowing smile rather than a breakfast plate.

“How’d you sleep last night?”

You froze for a moment, hoping that Danny’s escape out your window last night after making out for hours and his subsequent climb down the trellis didn’t wake your mother.

“Good. You?”

She still hasn’t lost her smirk. Your hope was fading.

“Someone has a little surprise for you.”

Your hope was suddenly back, and it was back in spades.

“What?” you asked, unable to keep the smile out of your voice.

Susannah came to your bedside, helping you out of bed. You decided not to push her supportive hand out from under your arm like you have done the past couple days. You let her accompany you down the stairs and out onto the front porch, the fresh air and the warmth on your skin feeling euphoric after being caged up.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the wooden porch steps, holding a picnic basket in one of his hands and a blanket over his arm.

He looked endearingly shy as he shrugged slightly and spoke.

“I figured you might want to spend some time outside.”

You heard him leave off “with me” from the end of that sentence.

Susannah took her hand off of you, letting you go to Daniel. You were surprised she was even allowing you to be outside; she kept saying that the sun in your eyes might hurt your head. But right now, the sunshine felt like a balm to your soul. Or maybe it was Daniel smiling at you.

You descended the few steps towards him, wobbling only once. Daniel reached out his free hand, offering you his help. You took it.

Strawberry juice dripped down your chin. Daniel leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb. He smirked as he brought the finger to his mouth, letting the sweetness spread over his tongue.

He had laid the blanket out in the back pasture, and Guinevere was grazing lazily nearby. You didn’t learn until later that Daniel had led her out earlier that morning so that you could be near her. A small gesture, but one that meant the world to you.

Daniel suddenly laid down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him. He was warm and solid, something wonderful to hold onto.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled up at you.

Words of “what are we?” and “where do we go from here?” threatened to drip from the tip of your tongue and splash onto his cheerful face. But you held them back.

Right now, you didn’t care what the two of you were. Or what you might someday turn out to be, or not to be. All you knew was that this felt good. This felt good for you right now. And that was enough.

Kisses like strawberry wine in the sunshine were enough.

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