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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months

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Lucky Charm

Hi guys!

A new one with Kyra Cooney-Cross, I got sweet request for her so here it is :)

Next one will be with Leah Williamson.

Enjoy!

TW : None

This dating app thing was the worst idea. Beth told you, Lia told you, Kyra told you. Even Leah told you it was bullshit. But, stubborn and a little desperate, you decided to give this guy a chance. Plot twist, you shouldn’t have.

Contrary to what you had imagined at first, this boy seems actually interested only in the idea of returning home with you. And not to play Fifa. The remarks he tried to slip were as subtle as Katie’s two-legged tackle.

When he left to go to the bathroom, you are quick to send a message in the Arsenal's WhatsApp group.

From You Next time I don’t listen to you, please hit me hard in the head.

From Lia 🇨🇭🍫 Is he that bad?

From You Yes.

From Leah ❤️🤍 On a scale of 1 to 10?

From You 10. I NEED to get out of there.

From Alessia 🧸 What can we do to help you? Wait I’m with Kyra, we call you in 5min and answer with the speaker xx

Surprise, you frown but answer a simple ok. Your date has returned from the bathroom and is picking up the talking where he left it. It’s hard for you to care, despite all your good will. You are the type to think that there is something good in everyone, but right now you are frankly struggling.

"You marked on your profile that you are interested in women and men, right?"

"Mhm" you answer simply, carrying your soon empty glass to your lips.

"Cool. You’re not against a threesome then?"

You almost choke in your glass to this question, but you are saved from having to answer by your phone which vibrates on the table. Despite the relief of seeing « Kyra 🦘 » appear on your screen, you try to look surprised.

“Hello?”

You pick up and put the speaker on, as Alessia asked.

“Y/N?” makes Kyra’s trembling voice.

“Yes? What’s up sweety pie?”

“He…He left me.”

You stick your hand on your mouth to simulate the surprise but it's mostly used to mask your fun. Even if Kyra plays the comedy pretty good, you’re sure that she and Alessia are having a great time.

“Oh my God… You want me to pick you up? No you know what, I’m coming!”

Without taking the time to hang up, you quickly gather your things and put on your coat apologizing to your date. Which has a bitter look displayed on the face.

“I’ll call you back?” he says while trying to grab your hand

“Yeah sur”

You don’t even look at him and hurry out of the restaurant, breathing the fresh and cold London's air. The mixed laughter of Alessia and Kyra can be hear from your phone, making you smile.

"Thank you" you say, removing the speaker and putting the phone on your ear.

"You are very welcome" answers Alessia between two laughs.

"Where are you? I'll come to get you" Kyra proposes.

You hesitate two seconds before accepting. Kyra is one of the reasons you’re desperately trying to find someone. Between your breakup a few months ago and your stupid crush on her, you’re having a hard time keeping your head straight. But you finally accept her proposal and you wait for her in a parallel street, not wishing to meet your rejected suitor.

Kyra joins you on foot, which doesn’t surprise you. She likes to walk and given your Icelandic origins, you don’t mind the cold. So it's walking, hands in pockets, that you take the direction of your apartment with small talk and laughs.

A small moment of silence settles after a joke exchanged, during which you look up to the sky to watch the snow fall.

“Why did you accept this date?” Kyra abruptly asks.

You shrug and bite your bottom lip. You don’t want to make stupid excuses. Kyra knows about your break up and about you trying to find someone. Your love life always make your teammates laugh and it's so catastrophic that you laugh with them. But she doesn't know about your crush on her. You know she isn't interested in you.

"You should be with someone who appreciates you for who you are" continues Kyra. "Not someone who just want to bang you one night and leave you the day after."

"What a langage. You spend way to much time with Leah"

Kyra roll her eyes and as you turn to the next street, you both are facing small wood house with cute decoration. Christmas spirit. You love it.

"Hello there" smile the old lady, working in the stand.

"Hello" you answer with a smile, already looking at her stuff.

"These are wristband lucky charms" she explains

"Interesting. Do you have one for someone who only attracts losers?"

You shoot a glare at Kyra who got closer to the stand with a smirk. She looks at you maliciously and suddenly her body is too close to yours for you to continue to look at her in this way. So you just shift your attention to the old woman who laughed.

"Lucky charms like that are called loved ones"

She winks at Kyra and if you could have observed her better, you would have noticed the redness of her cheeks. When she takes another step to see a little better what is on the displays, her body is so close to yours that you need a few seconds to realize that you have let yourself go against her.

But Kyra says nothing, caressing one of the lucky charms with the tip of her finger.

"I like this one" she whispers thoughtfully, before resuming in a more assured voice "I'll take it, please."

In a few seconds the transaction is completed and the Australian finds herself with a small bag and her lucky charm in her hand. You say goodbye the lady and resume your way back to your apartment.

The snow continues to fall and a new silence sets in, always without being unpleasant.

"And on top of that, it was with a guy" Kyra says, your date always seems to be on her mind.

You laugh when you see her disgusted look, rolling your eyes.

"It’s okay, they’re not that bad."

"Oh please stop talking, you will succeed in convincing me to change my sexuality" laughs Kyra with sarcasm.

"It’s not exactly like I have a choice anyway" you sigh softly.

A few seconds go by before Kyra answers you.

"You are wrong"

"What?"

Her voice is so low that you can’t understand what she’s saying. Sighing, Kyra stops and crosses her arms on her chest, standing straight in front of you.

"There are people who care about you, you know. For what you are. You just need to open your eyes."

Your eyebrows are frowned and you have trouble understanding what Kyra is getting at. You’re so lost, you didn’t even realize you got to the bottom of your building.

"Close your eyes and extend your arm"

Nothing makes sense in what’s happening, but you do as Kyra’s request. You find yourself shivering stupidly when you feel her fingers touch your hand when she passes the wristband she just bought around your wrist.

"Don’t" she whispers when she realizes you’re about to open your eyes.

You realize at this moment how close she is to you, you feel her breath against your face and the heat of her body radiate towards yours. You swallow hard, but you don’t move. Your legs have become so limp that you wouldn’t be able to anyway.

You have the impression of dreaming when Kyra puts her lips on yours during the first seconds, so light is the pressure. You quickly understand that it's to let you push her away if you do not want this kiss. But she is wrong to doubt.

You get as close to her as possible and that’s what she was waiting to presses her lips harder against yours. And you’re suddenly happy to feel her arms move around your waist, or you could quickly faint. What you’re going to say is probably related to the many love stories you’ve read in your life, but you feel like your lips were made for hers. The way they marry together is a sensation you’ve never experienced before.

It's Kyra who ends the kiss first. When your eyes reopen, they meet hers, inquisitors. Snowflakes have settled in her hair and the colors of the Christmas lights color her face when she speaks again.

"I do care about you. You have no idea how much I do."

#woso x reader #woso imagine #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney-cross imagine

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kingofthe-egirls · 9 months

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Omg! Omg!

Phone Sex after Part. Luffy is back, late at night, still texting with her and he can't wait to see her agin, so detour to her home, and both desperate and happy to see each other again 👀👀

wait wait WAIT OMG ok ok ok

PHONE SEX: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

modern au

(cw: flirting, sweet fluff, self-harm scars, shower sex, spider mention, silliness, sweetness, comfort, blowjob, sex, cunnilingus, food mention)

(a/n: the line "enough to make me supernova" is something i wrote a long time ago, back when i was in high school and had no idea what love was, except that i was sure it had to hurt. guess what, teenage writer? you're still a poet. you're happy now, and you have a partner who loves you so much that you can't even handle it sometimes. he makes you cum, all the time!!! effortlessly and without sadness. i love you, lady.)

"You want me to love you in moderation?

Do I look moderate to you?"

Songs: "Moderation" by Florence + the Machine, "Reality Television" by Maude Latour, "No Rush" by Maude Latour, "Lovebomb" by Maude Latour

words: 4.7k

As soon as his plane touches down, Luffy is searching your address on his phone. He's gonna see you, now.

It's been a week.

One whole long week where he's had to reduce himself to jerking off to your smiling videos, or searching your PornHub for new content. He knows you only film one week in advance, videos weekly scheduled as you queue them up. He's watched your latest (a cute clown girl cosplay) and replayed it over a scant thirty times.

Hey, you're hot, okay?

And he has ADHD too: he hyperfixates on things. And watching you suck a silicone dick with a cute red nose and turquoise wig is enough to make him supernova. He stands up as soon as he's able, and reaches overhead for his black-and-red duffel bag.

****

Luffy trudges along the snowy streets, making his way to your apartment complex. He hunches his shoulders against the freezing winds, not so used to the winter weather. He wonders how you can live here all year round. Or, even stay in one place at all. He's got a few houses dotted around the country, plus an apartment in New York City. He travels between them as it suits him.

He likes freedom.

So do you, apparently, as he notes your lifestyle: you're polyamorous, with a long-term girlfriend named Nami. She's sweet as can be (when she needs something). She'd swiped Sanji right away, the first night you all went out together as friends.

The first time you'd kissed.

He hums, smiling at the memory despite the cold. He hugs his arms around himself for warmth, shivering in just his track suit and sneakers.

why do u have to live somewhere so cold??

He texts you, typing with frozen thumbs. Snowflakes gather on his phone screen, as he sees your ellipses pop up.

sorry lol

It's all he gets til he's buzzing his way up to your apartment. It's a one-bedroom you share with your girlfriend (who is politely out of the apartment for the weekend, spending some much needed spa time with friends). He steps through the glass door of your brownstone apartment building, and makes his way up the carpeted stairs.

It's three flights up, with snow falling outside the staircase windows.

Luffy stops in front of your door.

He knocks.

After just one rap of his knuckles, you open the door. You're standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. You're sparkling and alive, and Luffy feels something clench in his chest. He smiles, big as can be, and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought.

"Luffy!" You cry, arms trapped by your sides as he bear hugs you. Your feet lift off the floor. He's strong, you think.

"Missed you so much!!!" He sings into your hair, nestling his nose in the dark strands so he can breathe you in. "Mm, ya smell nice."

You flush, suffocated slightly.

"Missed you too!" You squeak, nuzzling against his cheek. His face is cold and chapped from the wind. "Come inside!" You breathe as he sets you down, "I've got dirty dishes in the sink so don't look."

Luffy laughs, loud and unashamed, as he scoots in after you. He sets his duffel bag down by the door. He kicks off his shoes (designer brand, you notice, with barely a scuff) and skips happily into your studio.

He crashes onto your daybed immediately. It's barely big enough to fit you and Nami, and Luffy's dangling limbs easily take up the whole space. He spreads out like he owns the place, and you snort.

"Want some hot cocoa?" You ask, heading to your tea kettle.

"Yes!!!" Luffy screams, already excited. You turn around to shush him, reminding the professional athlete of your neighbors. "Oh," he says sheepishly, "Sorry, shishi."

He's so cute.

You hum, singing happily under your breath as you start to heat up the water. You're out of milk, so Luffy's just gonna have to deal. It's the Swiss cocoa with marshmallows though, so hopefully that makes up for it. Luffy's never turned down food or drink as far as you've noticed, so you try to let the stress of having him here in your space roll down your shoulders and off your back. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath. The kettle starts to sing, and your pour the hot water into two mugs, the chocolate powder already set in the bottom.

"Here," you hand Luffy his cocoa. He slurps it immediately, and gasps at the heat. "Sorry," you grin, sitting down next to him on the bed. You lean over to blow on his drink, cooling it down. Steam curls around his cute, squishy cheeks. You lean forward to peck a kiss on the one closest to you: the one with the scar.

"Where'd you get that?"

Luffy shrugs.

"Stabbed myself."

You choke, spluttering on the hot cocoa. Hot liquid spurts onto your thighs, staining your shorts, and you grimace. You swipe the chocolate drops away, licking your fingers of the sticky sweetness. "Why?"

"Wanted to prove somethin'."

You nod.

"Here," you say, reaching quietly across your body to show him your left forearm. It's marked up in self-harm scars, uneven and sad. "I stabbed myself, too. Well, more like sliced. Sorry," your cheeks heat up as you realize you're talking way too violent for this conversation. Luffy traces the barcode-like scars on your skin.

"Means you're alive," he says simply. And then, "Sorry."

You shake your head. "S'okay. They're old, anyway." You don't show him the scars on your thigh. Bright red and fresh, you're too embarrassed to admit how current your struggle is to him. At least, not yet.

"So," he smiles, gripping his hand around your wrist. "What comes after cocoa?"

Luffy plants a kiss on your forearm, and your face heats up. You look away, too ashamed to mention how much you appreciate his care.

"Watch a movie?" You suggest, softly pulling your arm back into your lap. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms own, muscular arms around you. His t-shirt smells like sweat. "Was it a long flight?"

"Oh, just a couple hours," he lies.

You smirk, bumping your shoulder into his. "We can take a shower if you want," you suggest, arching an eyebrow. He grins maliciously, and your heart flutters. You swallow.

"Sure, kitty."

****

Butterfly decals line your shower's walls, pink and purple and blue fluttering over the white porcelain tile. Luffy scrubs a washcloth over your back, both of you standing naked in the steaming water.

"Hmm," you sigh, letting your shoulders relax. He caresses your sides with the washcloth, letting his other hand snake around your waist. He's so warm, soap sliding between your bodies as he brings you into his heated chest. He smells like the charcoal-eucalyptus facewash you let him use from Nami's shelf of shower necessities. (Your girlfriend won't mind, will she?) Luffy bites at your earlobe.

"Pretty kitty," he croons, rubbing his soft hands over your breasts. He squeezes gently, washing them with soap. The bubbles gather on your chest, sliding around in slippery iridescence. He presses a hot, wet cheek against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. He sways with you slightly, in the water. His back is closest to the stream: with you standing in front. You trace the butterfly stickers with an index finger, trying to stay upright. Your heat is dripping between your legs, you can already tell.

"Luffyyy," you moan, complaining almost at what he does to you. To your body. He's got this freaking Midas touch, sending golden shivers down your spine at every flick of his calloused fingertips.

"Whaaat?" He grins against your ear: tightening his arms around your waist. Your ass presses against his already hardening cock. You gasp, slightly, and he giggles. His wet hair presses into your jaw.

"Luffy," you say again, breaths coming heavy in your chest, "Fuck me?"

Luffy's breath hitches, his hands tightening around your ribcage. He slides his palms up to cup your breasts, feeling their heaviness in his hands. He groans, biting softly into your shoulder.

"Say please, sweetheart," he says against your ear, voice raspy. He thumbs at your nipples, and you squeal.

"Please, Luffy!" I want you to fuck me so badly.

"If you insist," he giggles, reaching his hand down to slide along your belly. Rinsing his fingers off quickly in the stream of hot water, he deftly finds your clit and starts swiping at it. His fingers are rough from years of martial arts, but you don't mind.

"Mm, lower," you huff, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He kisses your cheek, wet and sloppy with a pop.

"Like that?" He asks, hoarse.

"Mhmm," you nod, letting your eyes fall shut as hot water sings down your face. It trickles down your neck, your collarbones, in the space between your breasts. Luffy holds you close, taking your weight in his strong arms. He stands behind you with the water running down his tanned back, spraying the side of his sweet face. You turn to plant messy kisses along the side of his neck, too.

He fingers you like that for a bit, waiting for your moans to start becoming headier, edgier, needier. "There...," he breathes, once you start heaving stuttering breaths through your open mouth, "Bend over for me, sweetheart." He gently runs one hand down your back, sending you forward to support yourself against the edge of the tub.

"S'alright?" He asks, poking at your entrance with his rock-hard tip. You see stars, pussy clenching uncontrollably.

"Yes, Luffy," you squeak, spreading your legs so he has ample room. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading those apart, too. He sighs as he inspects your pussy, fingering softly at the wet folds.

"S'pretty for me," he praises you, rubbing one hand over your ass. He gives the cheeks another squeeze, humming softly as he presses in.

"Shit," you whine, stretched out. "So big, Lu..."

Luffy giggles, and starts fucking you shallowly. "Let's getcha used to me, hm?" He starts off slow, sliding his cock in and out of your entrance. "Feels so good, kitty," he groans, pressing in just a little bit deeper. It stings, but it's sweet. You moan, biting your lip as you rock your hips back onto his cock. He snickers, "Want more?"

"Mhmm!" You croon, spreading your legs as wide as the narrow tub will let you. Your feet are flat on the tub, hands holding onto the edge next to your shampoo bottles and facewash. A small, spindly shape slips out from behind your shower gel, and you shriek. Spider.

"Luffy!!"

You slam back upwards, away from the spider, and hit the back of your head square against his jaw.

"Ack!" Luffy shouts, reeling backward from the weight of your blow. His back hits the tile wall, and he slips. Soon enough, you're both tumbling down and half-out of the still-steaming shower.

"Spider!!!" You shriek, scrabbling out of the shower to stand sopping wet on the bathroom floor. "Kill it!!!!"

"Ah, shit--," Luffy croaks, shutting off the water finally. He stands dripping in the tub, the shower curtain pulled to the side and tangled up. He shakes his wet hair like a dog. "Where?"

"There!" You point at the green bottle of shampoo, closing your eyes against the nightmare image. Arachnophobia. You squirm, reaching for a towel and retreating out into the living space. You leave a trail of wet footprints on the uneven floorboards.

Luffy shuffles around a bit, but eventually shouts, "Got 'em!"

"Thanks," you whisper, shivering as you sit on your bed, toweling off your soaking hair. You sit naked, with your pussy aching from the short-lived sex. Your mood has quickly soured, however, and you lean down to pull a t-shirt from the drawers beneath your daybed.

"Hey, you okay?" Luffy walks back into the room, raven hair shoved backward from his face, revealing a soft widow's peak.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Sorry," you mumble, "Scared."

"S'okay," he says, wrapping a towel around his waist. It hangs low around his hips, the deep line of his V disappearing into the faded purple terrycloth. He comes over to sit next to you on the thin mattress. Your patchy quilt folds beneath his weight.

"You scared of spiders?" He knocks his shoulder into yours. You nod, jaw set, as you pull your black t-shirt on over your head. You lean forward, gathering your hair into a messy bun. It's unbrushed and tangled, but right now you don't really care.

When you flip back up, adjusting the soaking strands, Luffy is staring at you. His brown eyes are shimmering, slightly. "What?"

"So pretty," he murmurs, smiling. He pokes at your cheek, and then takes your chin in his hand. He makes you face him, meeting your eyes. His are wide, and serious. You try not to shy away.

"Spiders are your enemies, then?" He asks, eyebrows drawn down over his face. You nod, seriously. Luffy thumbs your bottom lip. "So now they're my enemy too. I'll take care of the house spiders, for you."

Suddenly, you burst into tears.

"M'sorry!" You say, sniffing, "I just--really hate bugs."

Luffy wraps an arm around your shoulders. His bare skin slides across yours, still wet from the shower. You lean into him, slightly. He sighs, squeezing your upper arm with rough fingers.

"Is this a bad time to mention that beetles are my favorite animal?"

You snort, sobs subsiding as you wipe the heel of your palm across your face. "Seriously?" You ask, sniffling. Luffy nods, sheepish. He scratches a hand through his crow-feather hair.

"S'that a deal breaker?"

You shake your head, laughing a little. "Nope," you say, standing up off the bed. You squat down to rifle through your daybed's drawers. Lilac panties and short shorts are the way to go.

You dress, casually flaunting your bare lower half in front of Luffy. He grins, standing up to slide his warm hands beneath your t-shirt. They softly circle around your waist, pressing into the skin just below your ribcage. He sways you, side to side.

Luffy nuzzles his nose into your cheek. He smells like Nami's soap, which is kinda weird, but sorta satisfying at the same time. You peck a kiss on his cheek, just below his scar.

"So long as you don't, like, put beetles in my bed, I'm fine."

Luffy snorts. "Has that happened before?"

You shift uncomfortably, under his hold. You scratch your heel against the bare wooden floor. "Maybe."

Luffy scowls, ducking his head to make you meet his eyes. They're sunlit from the window, snow having somewhat stopped. Even in the winter sun, dark brown eyes look golden. "I'm not gonna put bugs in your bed, babe."

You snort, levity brought back into the room at his tone. He has a special talent for that. You squeeze his hipbone. "Thanks, Luffy."

He smiles, nodding once.

"Let's go cuddle!" He says, pulling you back onto the daybed. "We can pick up from where we left off," he says with a smirk, and you gasp. He pulls your weight down on top of his lap, lying on his back while you straddle his thighs. The wet scratch of the towel digs into your skin, the knot at his pelvis bulging against your lap.

"Take this off?" You suggest, pulling at the edge of the towel. Dark hair disappears in a soft trail beneath it, and you wanna touch.

"Sure," he says, letting you lean back so he can unwrap the towel from around himself. He lets it drape over the side of the bed, halfway onto the floor. You resume your place, greedily taking in the sight of his hard cock. It's thick, lightly sticky with precum at the cherry-red tip. His skin is slightly bronzed, darker around his dick and balls, too. You lean forward, scooting your ass back so you can kiss and lick around the base of his shaft. Luffy swears under his breath.

"Shit, kitten," he rasps, "You're so good at that."

You hum, happily licking a stripe up the underside of his lengthy shaft. Luffy groans, bucking his hips. You place a hand on his abs, trying to hold him down. You press into his soft abdomen, feeling the muscles clench firm and hard under your touch.

"Like that?" You ask slyly, raising an eyebrow as you tongue at his tip. His face is flushed, eyes dark and hazy. He brings his shiny bottom lip between his teeth, shuddering out an exhale.

"So much."

"Hm," you skip your fingers across his hips, tracing the prominent arch of his hipbones. "Good."

You take him fully into your mouth, sucking harshly as he gasps. You hollow your cheeks, lapping at his vein with a swift tongue.

Luffy starts thrusting into your mouth, forcing you to take him deeper into the back of your throat. You're not the best at deep throating (gag reflex too strong for that shit), but do your best to take him as far back as you can comfortably go.

Luffy rambles, his voice high-pitched and raspy as he babbles, "Y/n, fuck, that's so good baby--mmph--yes, please, keep sucking me like that--," Until he's shuddering in your mouth, spilling his cum already.

You sit up, triumphant.

"S'good?" You ask, wiping your chin with a forearm. He stares at you, hungrily, before leaping up to capture your mouth with his. He sticks his tongue down your throat, lapping up any trace of himself.

"Perfect," he whines, "Lemme do you?"

You nod, switching spots. He steps onto the floor, straightening the blanket out under you so you can lie down. He fluffs the pillows behind your head, sweetly smiling down at you. The fake string lights you put up with Nami sparkle overhead, giving him a faint, twinkly halo. You spread your legs.

Luffy kneels down between them, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he lies down on his stomach. His breath tickles the bare skin of your inner thigh. He presses a wet kiss to your clothed cunt, lapping at you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

"Smells so good," he groans, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. His hips grind into the daybed, and your pussy clenches at the sight. Rockets flare down your spine, shooting you through with sparks of ecstasy. And you haven't even cum yet.

"S'okay?" He asks, dipping two fingers into the side of your shorts to pull them aside, along with your panties. You nod, salivating with need. His eyes are shiny with lust, and he grins before licking softly through your folds. Your eyes flutter shut, as your head falls back against the pillows. "Atta girl," Luffy says, teething at the outer lips of your cunt, "Relax f'me."

He sucks on your clit, soft lips closing around your sensitive circle of nerves. His tongue works swiftly, sliding up and down from the base of your entrance all the way back up to swipe over your clit. He traces figure-eight motions around your rosebud, preening into you with heated praises of how good you're taking it, yeah just like that babygirl, don't stop, keep saying my name, sweetheart, yeah--

"Faster--," you moan, arching your hips into his jaw. Your fingers thread through his hair, showing him where to move. "...and a little to the left," you say, guiding his tongue there. He hums, lapping now in earnest at your clit. The two fingers that had been holding your clothes out of the way start sliding into your entrance. Birds chirp from outside your third-story window. A car honks as it passes by.

"Mmph--," Luffy moans, face shoved halfway up your cunt. You hiss, back bowing forward as he starts fucking you with his fingers. He rubs them swiftly at your g-spot (with deadly accuracy, no less) as he moans and gasps and sucks on your clit. He's messy and unorganized, but he's so skilled, nonetheless. A lover with hyperfixation issues and an obsession with food is something you can get used to, you think.

Luffy presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, sliding it back and forth softly. His head slowly shakes side-to-side with the movement. You groan, tightening your fingers in his hair. Water droplets slide through your knuckles, falling down onto the tips of Luffy's ears. Your thighs clench around him, whole body starting to shake. "Luffy--," you warn, sparks building into an explosion within you. Gunpowder alights in your belly.

"Cum f'me," he says, breath ragged in between solid licks of your clit and pistoning his fingers in and out of your sticky cunt.

Bang.

It's a sweet death, cumming on Luffy's tongue. He moans appreciatively, grinding his hips into the mattress as he rides you through your orgasm. Your body shakes, sweating and shimmering with the recoil. Luffy is petting your pussy, slowly helping you come down as the smoke clears.

You whimper.

Luffy slides his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth with a satisfied slurp. "Feel good, baby?"

"Mhmm," you nod, slowly coming back to yourself. Your spine is still tingling, and the arches of your feet are seared with heat.

"Kiss me," he says, leaning forward to place his lips along yours. They slide together gracefully, his tongue poking into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. He bites at your upper lip, pulling softly. "Did such a good job for me," he croons, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, slowly blinking your eyes back open.

"So did you," you whisper, smiling sweetly. He giggles, all shishishi, as he leans down to kiss your lips. He tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows. His biceps trap you in on either side of your face, as he starts to thrust gently against your cunt. His dick slides against your thigh, tip poking at your entrance every so often. He lets his head fall down into your shoulder, shuddering a breath. He kisses a line along your collarbone.

"Can I?"

"Mhmm," you nod again, already shivering in anticipation. Luffy adjusts himself with little thrusts, angling his hips until his thick head is pushing aside the walls of your entrance. You groan.

"Luffy," you huff, voice shaky, "You feel so good."

Luffy presses his lips against the side of your neck, mouthing sloppily at your pulse point. He sinks himself deeper into your cunt, going slowly until he's buried to the hilt. He shifts, subtle movements from side to side that have you seeing stars.

You grip the back of Luffy's hair, both arms wrapped around his neck. "Faster," you whisper, tugging at the silken locks. Your legs are wrapped around his broad torso, ankles hooked together.

Luffy grins, lips stretching against your neck, as he starts thrusting hard and fast into your cunt. He hits all your sweetest spots, messily kissing your neck, your face, your jawline. He whimpers so prettily against your skin, it has you near-feral with need.

"Harder, Luffy," you tell him, gripping his hair tighter. He lifts his head up to kiss your lips, moaning into you as he speeds up.

"Love when you tell me how ta fuck ya," he sighs against your mouth, tongue slipping out to glide against your lower lip. His cock is deep inside you now, fucking hard and fast and just right.

You buck your hips up to meet him as best you can, sloppily matching his athletic pace with little gasps of pleasure. He growls into your ear, pulling at the shell of it with his teeth.

"Switch," you tell him, "Wanna ride ya."

He giggles, flipping you over with ease. His arms flex as he does, and you gasp with need. He arches an eyebrow, tracking your hungry movements as you grope his biceps, his shoulders, his rock-hard forearms. He flexes for you, sweat shining on his brow.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He teases you, traces his fingertips around your nipples. He flicks them, slightly, as you sink yourself back down on his cock. He hisses, eyes closed.

"Love it," you answer, arching your back so you can start fucking his cock at the exact angle that you need. It's not long before you're cumming, rutting into him with little "ah-ah's!" of pleasure. Luffy strokes your hipbones, urging you on.

"Keep goin', baby," he tells you, command dripping from every slurred syllable, "Cum f'me again." He grips the flesh of your hips, dragging you back and forth on his cock as he starts to fuck up into you again.

He plants his feet on the mattress, lifting his hips so he can jackhammer up into your needy pussy as fast as he wants to. His stamina is no match for yours, especially as you're catching your breath after your second orgasm. You fold forward, moaning all high-pitched and whiny as you let him wrap his arms around you.

"'M close," he whispers, breath hot on the nape of your neck, "Cum with me, angel?"

The pet name is so sweet, so romantic, that it catches you off guard. You swivel your hips into his, clenching your pussy walls around the thick length of his member. All you smell is him, hot chocolate and charcoal, as he pounds up into you from below.

"Sweet girl," he snarls, face hot and flushed with need, "Clench that pussy for me," he slaps your ass, and you gasp. Your pussy flutters around his cock, and he grins. "Good girl, baby."

He pants, thrusting up into you at the same breakneck pace, before he's spasming inside you and you feel his hot cum burst sticky against your velvet walls. You whine, letting him fuck his own spend deeper inside your aching pussy. A fluttering, shy orgasm lifts its wings against your spine. He gifts you with a few more stuttering thrusts, and you gasp. Luffy, Luffy, Luffy--

Sweet as sugar.

Luffy hums, happily relaxing back into the mattress. His fingertips trail little spirals along your ass. You wiggle, and he grins.

"Didja like that?" He peeks down at you with one eye open. His scar is hidden under a scarlet blush. You reach up to touch it with your thumb. You press, gently.

"Loved it."

Luffy sighs, letting his head fall back. You slowly lift yourself off him, letting his slick cock fall out against his strong thigh. You groan, spasms still coursing through your cunt as you stand up. His cum leaks down the side of your leg. Clean up time.

You softly pad back into the (now spiderless) bathroom to wash up.

****

Luffy is waiting for you when you get back, one arm thrown haphazard above his head. His shorts are back on, and when he looks up at you, your hair disheveled and mascara smudged, his dark eyes light up like firecrackers. "Shishishi," he giggles when he sees you, "You're so freakin' cute."

You squeeze your eyes shut, a wave of affection so profound and unbearable that all you can do is grit your teeth against it. He sits up.

"You okay?"

"Sorry--," you gasp, pressing your hands against your chest, "It's just--really sweet when you say stuff like that."

He grins.

You wave it off, coming back over to throw on your comfy clothes again. He skootches over to give you room to sit. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in. You both lean back against the daybed's headboard, legs folded around each other as the two of you relax. Your body is squishy and sore, and his is probably somewhere near the same. You reach over to squeeze his knee.

"Sex with you is really sweet," you say, quietly. Luffy grins, nose crinkling in delight. He scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi, 'm glad you liked it, y/n!"

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Let's order pizza," you say, tracing circles on his knee. There's a splotchy purple bruise on the side of it: one of many you're sure he has from training.

"Kitty, I love you," he says, slumping his whole weight into you. He nuzzles into your cheek, even as you gasp and try to push him off you. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you over onto his lap.

"My treat," he says, mouth at your ear, "Whatever you want."

#“he grins” is my most used sentence i think #dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece smut #kitty writes #my fav line is “A lover with hyperfixation issues and an obsession with food is something you can get used to you think”#modern au #luffy modern au #one piece modern au

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_elejah au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_Part 2

a/n: I am already in Valentine's Day mood...hence this story...lol

Hope you'll enjoy it.

It's a light-hearted love story.

xoxo

Like clockwork, Elena was up at six and showered quickly, underwent her morning beauty regime, and packed most of her casual clothing. She then looked at the book and picking it up from the night stand. "All right, Elijah Mikaelson or Smith, whatever you like to call yourself nowadays. Hope you can write as good as you can dance."

She then whipped the book in the suitcase. Though they had met just this once so many years ago in Mystic Falls, this man left a mark, though she had only met him for the day.

She now took her phone and called Jo.

"Yes, I am at cafe acriss road. I thought you'd sleep a bit linger" Jo said as she picked up the call.

"I just want to get out of here. Ok. I will see you in five." Elena said before she hung up.

She now picked up her bag, slipping her phone in and looked around to check once more if she had everything.

"Ok. I think that's it." the brunette muttered to herself and then rolling her suitcase behind her, she got out.

In New York, Elijah finished getting dressed and walked out of his apartment rolling his suitcase behind him. In the taxi cab to J. F. K Airport, he fumbled with his phone, opening Elena's instagram. He looked at her picture she had posted about the last day of her movie shoot. He looked at her photo, transfixed, his mind travelling back to the night after his sister's college designer debu night.

Flashback

"Dance?" - Elijah said as he came up to Elena, who had just waved bye to her friend Caroline, scampering away with her boyfriend.

"What?" Elena looked surprised at this question without innuendos.

"Would you like to dance? Unless you don't dance - well, can I buy you a drink? I feel that this morning I intruded on you -"

"Yes, I'd like to dance" Elena now cut in mid-sentence.

The band played the Kings of Leon's 'Closer' as Elijah's hand slid around the brunettes back, taking her hand in his, smoothly sway and turn to the rhythm of the song. He found himself lost in a gaze as their eyes met. Elijah smiled at Elena, who smiled shyly at him. Rhythm of their bodies danced slowly with the music. He twirled her around, dipping her as he had lean forward closer to her at one moment. Staring at the beauty before him, his breathing became shallow and his heart had suddenly felt vivacious inside his chest.

Stranded in this spooky town

Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down

Floor is crackling cold

She took my heart, I think she took my soul

With the moon I run

Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

...

Over the years, every time he had heard this song, he remembered that one moment. Like the song said it felt like this woman took his heart and his soul, as that same heart of his was like a ghost ever since that evening.

Elijah swiped the phone closed. He took a note book out, and wrote a few notes for his new book.

Flashback

Two years back

"Who is Angel really?" Camille, Elijah's editor asked as she sat down on her desk chair.

"No one particular. I've just invented a character." Elijah fibbed. He knew all too well, who the heroine was.

"The book is amazing and it is going to print immediately. This will be a smash. It has everything, suspense, mystery, erotica. I am amazed that you have not thought of historical genre before." the blonde said.

"I thought that everyone is into murder mysteries." Elijah said.

"Well, your series of CSI detective Ross, was gripping, but this one will make it into a block-buster."

"All right. If you say so."- Elijah said and continued-"Is there anything else you need."

"I will talk to Gia about the whole promotion thing - well, you know it all"

"Yeah." Elijah nodded and got up.

"Erm- I just wanted to say sorry about your divorce."

"Thank you- but - it's not a big deal - Hayley and I had already separated - just didn't post it on any of tge social media." Elijah said.

"I know - but I thought that maybe you will get back together." Camille said.

"No. We've actually never really been compatible - it just took me a long time to realize that." Elijah said and turned the subject around to ask about if he would have a meeting with Gia.

"I'll call you when I speak to her." Camille said.

In Florence, Italy

"A fiat 500" Elena said as Jo now handed her the key cars over.

"You're apartment is in the old part of Rome, and the roads are quite narrow, and trust me you will be grateful to have such a small car."

"Oh - I love it. It's perfect. I want the ultimate Italian experience. Thank you." Elena said smiling."I hope it's red"

"It's a red one - yes. I don't know why the rented car always has to be red"

"It's to do with ladybugs - and good luck," Elena explained, and now sipped down the rest of her cappuccino,"ok- I am so ready. Can I ask you one last favour?"

"What?"

"A week without any phone calls and - about this new movie - I'd like to put money in it " Elena said.

"You want to co-produce it?" Jo said a tad bit surprised.

"I read the reviews and - the prologue - I have a feeling this will be huge."

"You got it. Right. Have a great time- and I hope you really enjoy yourself. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Elena raised and eyebrow at her friend as to say Please- do I ever do anything that is crazy?! And Jo nodded a little with a chuckle. The two women now hugged and Elena went away.

Though she had travelled extensive through Europe, visiting France and Paris numerous times, as well as Spain, and Portugal, the Netherlands, Belgium, Denmark, Iceland, Greece, also North Italy, somehow she had never had the time or moment to go to the eternal city. And since her college days in Mystic Falls, she was forever pumped up to go to the heart of the most romantic places on the planet. There was one more thing that had a particular reason she wanted to see it. Being a huge fan of vintage movies, she admired the most divine actresses the big screen had ever seen. It was Audrey Hepburn. She had even played Holly Golightly on London's West End.

Three hours later, after a steady drive down from Florence, she arrived. Already, as she drove in, the whole feel of the busy city, it's ancient vibe, made her feel like she entered a world where old met new. Unlike any other places, this one gave her a jolt of adrenaline in the tired and somewhat weary soul of hers.

Flashback

A year ago

Paris, France

"Here is to me - lucky in everything but love." Elena said and sipped down the champagne.

"Oh, come on, 'Lena" Caroline said, "Kaleb is the one - you should just so go for it. I mean he is the sweetest."

"Yes, he is sweet and lovely - but -huh- I don't feel - you know the fire - like I did with Elijah Oh, God - and we have just danced- we didn't even kiss"

"You are forever thinking of p 'EM dance thing' - God, Lena that was a thousand years ago -will you forever compare all the guys to something that never happened." Caroline shook her head.

"I need more Champagne" Elena said and waved to the waiter to bring her another glass.

"You have this dream-like thing in your head about this - and you have to stop it."

"Says you, who talks nothing about how love is fire and walking on clouds." Elena reminded her friend about her own views about love, romance and couples.

"Touché," Caroline now said,"but, seriously, Lena - you had this one dance- he left and he most probably never thought twice about it. Have you forgotten that Rebekah told me that he got married a year later."

"Yes. I didn't say that I pine after him or think what if - I am just saying that - Oh, God - I am actually thinking what if, aren't I?" Elena sighed, her eyes shining as if she finally had an epiphany.

"Yep. What if - Rebekah didn't pull him away, and what if - the next day you were not offered the role that kick started your whole career- and you jetted off to L.A. - what if - what if - but you can't live with what ifs." Caroline said.

"I know. Ok. Today is the day that I will officially forget the 'EM dance thing'" Elena said, but her heart fibbed.

Now, she walked into the apartment on the last floor. It was a cute, quaint little apartment. It was exactly what she wanted. She put her case down and went out on the little terrace, her gaze smiling at the sun dancing on the rooftops of the bustling city. Refreshing herself a bit, a minute later, she was out, and lost herself in the cobble-stoned labyrinth.

Meanwhile in Stefan Salvatore's Apartment

Elijah's phone rang and he picked it up from the nightstand, "Hello"

"Hey," Stefan said,"sorry - you're still asleep?"

"Hey- ah, I am- well - so jet-legged- and I worked when I got here - already got two chapters down," Elijah replied rubbing his eyes,"what time is it?"

"8 p.m." Stefan said, adding,"go back to sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

"No. Need to get up. Anyway - all is good. How are you?"

"We are fine. Damon says hi. If you have time pop to Amsterdam one weekend, you are more than welcome" Stefan said.

"Yeah- I'll do that. Thank you so much for this. It's not that I could not afford an apartment, but -"

"I know, you wanted a home-like feel, and I told you that it's not a problem. We are best friends - and stop thanking me. Ok. I got to go. Talk in a couple of days - a friend of mine, Stella has managed to get you to the Roman Historical Institution, to the archives that are closed to the public. She will give you a call."

"OMG- thank you." Elijah moved to the terrace.

"Hey- seriously, you don't need to thank me" Stefan said.

"Right. Say hi to everyone and we'll talk later. I need a pizza and a good glass of red."

"Down the street in Campo di Fiore, there is a great old-new bar, I can recommend. I don't know if you remember it - it had that Audrey Hepburn poster on the wall" Stefan reminded his friend.

"Yes, I do. Why do you say new bar?"

"The old guy died and his son redesigned it a bit, but it is still the same place, food is still good and the wine is even better." Stefan explained.

"I will definitely check it out."

And with that their conversation ended, both hanging up.

Elijah showered and changed. As he said, he was ready for something to eat, and he made his way down to the bar, he and Stefan hung out so often when he came to visit right after his separation, two years back.

The streets of the old part were bustling and though it had rained a tad bit, everything still looked so sparkly and inviting, with dancing cobbles under the feet, made Elijah feel like he was at home already, like there was an everlasting theatre on display as he walked through the labyrinth of the ancient streets.

And in his head he was writing out scenes for his book.

Plunging into the bar the next moment, with his imagination in full flow of the next chapter, his eyes, and his heart stopped still as they descended on Elena sitting by the large window.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #tvd imagines #elena and elijah #fanfiction #part 2 #love is in the air

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redrydersrequiem · 1 year

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Reunited ch 6

Still in training and pencil writing everything anf then trying to get it all on here is taking a little longer but ill keep plugging away at it. This chapter isnt as long as the others but I’m again working on it. May come back and put this chapter and what I was planning for seven together to make it longer we’ll see

Again thank you to everyone who reads this, im a baby writer and trying my best love you all.

Previous chapter. Next chapter

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Y/N pov

After saying goodbye to Jake,Neytiri and everyone else we fly back to our clearing. The others all take to reattaching all of the gear we left behind. I just stared at Spider as he ran alongside miles to help him. My thoughts desperately wanted to have left him back with Jake and tiri, but i couldn't, not without making Ardmore suspicious. She already watched me like a hawk as it is. Fike and Warren were able to to get two packs full of fruit to further our alibi while Lopez and Wainfleet hunted down a deer like creature quickly.

Getting to the bridgehead of course Ardmore is there in her exo suit waiting for our team to land. She approaches miles as always.

“Are we prepared now, colonel?

“Yes ma’am”

“Good you'll move out tomorrow at 0800 hours”

“Roger that general”

Ardmore nods, taking a quick look around her, her gaze falling on me and Spider who I push behind me not wanting her beady eyes anywhere near my son. She simply smiles and drinks from her coffee as she walks away from us.

“Ok team you have 30 minutes to get your shit put away and get your blueberry asses to the rec room. Y/n and I will order the food and meet you there now fall out.”

“Yes sirs sound through the air as the group disperses” Spider, y/n and I, make our way through the base to our apartment after getting all the food delivered to our hungry herd of a team,

“Finally home”

“Home for now sa’nu.”

“That’s right baby home for now. Soon though well be free, you’ll be able to play in the sand with your friends and

“Don’t promise him stuff darling.” Miles interrupts us.

“Miles?”

“No just dont dove ok we have to make it out of here first I wouldn’t want either of you to be devastated if it goes wrong. Just…sigh……hey kid go grab some food before everyone else your ma and i need to talk”

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes baby go on.” I usher spider out the door giving him a quick hug and wait for him to walk away

“Miles what's wrong?” I ask the pacing man, his ears twitching back and forth with agitation and nerves. He finally pushes enough to fall down on the couch to run his hand through his hair

“What if this doesn’t work?”

“Oh hun its”

“No y/n don't honey me right now ok how do we know they will accept us after all of this. What if we're just jumping from one fire to another one. I don't want that for you, or anyone else, us to all be ostracized.”

“Miles wow shhh just breathe ok”. Rushing over to him, as soon as im in distance he grabs me pressing his head into my stomach as i run my finger through his hair

“It will be alright miles I can feel it”.

“But what” / “No no buts we have to think positive ok, were so close we just have to have faith that eywa will guide us

“Don’t get me started with that “

“Miles, I know for damn sure you have felt her. We all have, even if you all want to lie to yourselfs for now, I've seen the changes. He's silent for a moment before,unburing his head to look up at me.

“Your right ok,”

“Oh i'm sorry who are you and what did you do with miles

“Oh hush you, he grumbles out just shaking his head at my cheekiness

“I said you're right! the more time we’ve spent out there the less like the old me i feel. But it's like my mind is fighting my body. And I can’t honestly say which is winning. The memories of the old days keep weighing me down.

I fully straddles his lap bring his head into my neck as i hold him tight to me.

“The past is just that love the past we have to move forward, what matters now is making up, and your doing that. I for one have loved you as a human as Navi hell id love you if you where a worm. I say trying to get a smile out of him and succeeding He laughs hotly into my neck. “A worm?”

“Yeah a worm “

“That’s the dumbest thing I think you’ve ever said to me.”

“Oh really than fine i dont/wont love you as a worm see how far you get.” I go to move off his lap but he just wraps his giant armies around me and pins me to him. Much like a koala holding on to a tree.

“You know darlin I think i might need some convincing that you would actually love me as a worm

“Well your not a worm so I can’t do anything for you.

“I'm sure we could think of something miles says his pupils going wide as he leans in to kisses me

{Once again i have not figured out how to write smut without copying someone so idk use your imagination until i learn more}

After we calm down from our activities I feel miles tense up again.

“What’s wrong now”

“Nothing i've just been thinking”

“Any more thinking from you and your going to give yourself gray hairs

“Haha”. He says clearly not amused with me as i just giggle next to him

“No i've been thinking, you know since we’ve been back i mean we’ve just fallen together again because its familiar, and when we were human i know, we never got to finally get married, or any of that.

“Miles what are you getting at?”

“What i'm saying is will you be mine again y/n”

“Um did you just miss the last hour or”

“Not like that,like this” Miles says, pulling his braid around to the front of him. It's my turn to tense as I realize what Miles is asking me. He wants us to maté permanently.

“You realize what your asking right”

“Or course I do.”

“Miles this is permanent”

“You're damn right it is, If i could do this as a human i would have, its the only thing i truly respected about the natives. They picked their person and stayed loyal to them till the end, I want that with you. Well have a normal wedding later if that's still something you want, i just don't want to go any longer without knowing you're fully mine. Especially since I can't have us going out there and you find someone better now can i.”

“Oh miles”, I say lightly, smacking his shoulder, happy tears clouding my vision as I kiss him softly.

“No one could beat you in my eyes”

Readjusting on the bed so im straddled in his lap again. I bring my queue forward and watch as the pink tendrils from both our braids reach out to the other, seeking its embrace. When they finally do twirl together it's like a thousand bolts go through me. I can feel our hearts synchronizing, the breath in our bodies, our very essences now permanently intertwined in a way we never could have as humans. It’s truly something transcendent.

I love you darlin

I love you my miles. Forever.

Y/n pov

It’s bright and early the next morning as we all depart from the bridgehead. It’s not till we get almost half way there that miles signals Lyle to contact jake and set our plans in motion. We see the ocean crew of the rda. Their ship hovering over the water to come to a stand still as they see our ikrans approach.

Two men in plain cloths come out of the deck mask on their faces as they stare up at all of us miles hoping down in front of them, spider and i not to far behind

“Are you scorsby?”

“I am, are you the asshole comadering my ship?”

“That would be me” miles replies

“Well come on then. He says tracking dejectedly back into the craft. Miles just looks over at me, irritation clear on his face. I offer a simple smile back and shrug my shoulders, Miles, Lyel, spider and I all head into the hanger, everyone else explores the giant ship or stays with their ikrans

“So are target is the entire archipelago but well start with the island closest to us and work or way up”

“Let me save you some time these all are uninhabited so you won't want to go there, but these will be harder since ur ship is to heavy to get in some of these waters and make it out in one piece”

Doc you know the area what's over there,” scoresby asks the other man in plain clothes

Primarily metkayinas there’s about 50 villages just on this coast”

“Who are you?” Miles ask the other human who had meet us outside with scoresby

“Ian Garvin im a marine biologist.

“Well if there’s 100 villages we just have to search them all then won't we”. Miles says, keeping up his hunter dog persona

“Now listen here” scoresby starts. “I hunt tulkuns that's what we're here to do. I have quotas to meet” Scorsby tries to level miles with his best intimidating gaze, but miles as a good 6 feet on the man as well as muscle, but hey ill give them man props for trying. Miles shuts down my small grin leveling scoresby back with his own glare.

“Ill be nice once then i wont”

“Well you know what they say can't get out of it get into it all men to there posts, scorsby says as the ship goes into work mode

I can see that dr garvin is different from everyone and wish i could speak with him but it's too late, i have to focus on our mission first. I take Spider somewhere to get some food before meeting back up with the others. A holo pad between them as a picture of a whale-like creature swims on screen.

“So thats a tulkun?”

“Yeah”

“Their beautiful”

“It’s a whale y/n,” Z-dog says quickly, clearly not as impressed with the creature as I was.

“And? Whales are beautiful. Besides, we're not going to actually hurt one of those animals right?

“Well try not to but we got to keep up this act. Miles tells me

“But the dr was saying these creatures are bonded to the people out here like with our ikrans, we can’t kill one and the expect these people to help us later.

“Well try to derail scorsby dove dont worry” Lyle says to me.

“Yeah darlin will tell them we just want to mark one not kill it.

For now we just got to start getting ready. Everyone’s already subtly getting rid of anything with trackers out in the ocean or hiding it here on the ship. Everything else we’ll dispose of afterward

“Ok just everyone be careful out there i'm going to stay here with spider”

“Ok darling we'll be quick trust me.”

The hunt was successfully unsuccessful. Spider ended up sneaking off to go with his father and Lyle on the tulkun hunt, which needed up helping them come up with an excuse to not kill the whale or her child; they simply tagged them and let them swim off, thank eywa. Spider on the other hand was grounded from leaving my side until this was all over.

It was three more days of “searching” the islands, finding nothing. We kept moving forward till we came up on the predestined spot. The main vessel was too heavy for the location so we all had to go out on the smaller boats.

“Ok darlin you ready for this Miles asks me as we make our final approach.

“Yes and no i just don't want anything bad to happen”

“Now weren’t you the one telling me to trust sully and all that shit

“Yes but that doesn’t mean something couldn't go wrong

“We’ve got this y/n come on we’re almost there.” Lyle says ever the optimist.

“Ok let's get this over with.”

The dingy descends on the island Spider and I step out first mile as and Lyle not far behind us as Z-dog takes point in the back watching our tails. The few human soldiers that are with us take up simple positions not really here to help us or interfere simply to watch and report back to the general.

The people of the clan coming forward towards us warily. But once they see spider they realize we are the ones they’ve been waiting for. I see the chief send out a young boy to go call for the mission to start.To the untrained eye you would think this would be a normal village, but to the trained eye you only notice younger children. Elderly and a select few warriors scattered about, the rest must be in the area waiting for the signal to strike.

I tap spider on the shoulder signaling him to introduce us just as we practiced

I see you” spider calls out to the clan's chief and his mate . They simply nod and return the gesture sightly eyeing the few humans with us and their weapons. The chief turns to me and Miles and begins speaking. We let Spider answer since we don't want the humans to know we all understand what is being said, since none of them do either.

It is your clan we are rescuing, the chief asks Spider, answering as miles nodded yes.

Very well may eywa bless this mission he says his face looking stern even as his words scream peace. Truly taking on the role he and his people were Intrusted, he quickly yells out and a horn sounds through the air. Everyone goes into defensive stances, especially the human soldiers. Hoping out of the sand and shallow water, Navi grabs hold of the humans and disarms them while the rest of us put on a show of shooting at them and missing because they were just too fast. Before, they were captured in giant nets. The clan chief and his mate play their part tackling miles down. As I yell out to him. Truly putting on a show that would rival the best actors. It’s not till the tsahik goes to help her mate plunging a long spear through miles side..what the humans don't know is that the spear nearly catches miles vest not lodging in it.

But the humans are too preoccupied to even try to help before Navi riding what look like giant flying fish descend from the ocean and attack the dingy we had commandeered. Forcing the humans to turn tail and run away. Pushing the small ship to get as far and fast away as it can while the Navi pursue sending water bombs at it and the other ship before fleeing. They do significant damage to one of the back propellers sending the whole crew back towards the rdas sea port.

War cry’s fill the air at the metikayinas victory the rest of us continue to play our part now all being hogtied and placed together as we wait for familiar faces to hopefully pop up.

@dyingofcookies @ratchetprime211 @myh3artttt @ducks118 @navs-bhat

#avatar fanfiction #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #jake sully #avatar the way of water x reader #deja blue team x reader #neytiri #spider soccoro x reader

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densi-mber · 5 months

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In Your Darkest Hours, Part 2

A/N: The continuation of yesterday’s story.

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When Deeks came back 30 minutes later, he looked marginally better, but completely wrung out. He’d thrown on grey sweatpants and an old t-shirt that hung loosely on his frame. Suddenly he looked noticeably thinner to her, and she wondered if he’d been eating regularly.

“Hey, I got some food from that Italian place you like,” she said, feeling unaccountably awkward. She’d felt the same last time, but she’d quickly pushed her discomfort aside in her concern for Deeks.

“I’m not really hungry,” Deeks said, lowering himself onto the couch with an exhausted sigh.

“Deeks, you need to eat. Even if you don’t feel like it, you’ll feel better.”

“Fine.” He sighed, accepting a plate of reheated shells and cheese with green beans and a breadstick. Kensi settled opposite him with her own plate.

Since Deeks wasn’t maintaining the conversation like usual, she found herself taking up the mantle and chattering away. She was halfway through a story about the time she ate half a family size bag of skittles, when Deeks made a small noise. It was the softest of sounds, but she stopped talking immediately.

His eyes were closed, jaw clenched so tightly the tendons were visible, brows drawn together in a wince while his fingers curled tightly around a handful of his sweats. He inhaled through his nose, quick little breaths that became increasingly short and uneven. Her heart sank as she recognized the clear signs of an oncoming panic attack.

Shoving her plate to the side, she dropped to her knees in front of him as he fought for control.

“Deeks, it’s ok,” she said, internally hating herself for saying such a stupid thing. Obviously everything was the farthest it could be from ok. “Deeks, do you hear me?” While she spoke, Kensi curled her fingers around his, squeezing lightly.

He nodded once, eyes still closed, and tried to inhale kore deeply.

“That’s good, Deeks. I want you to focus on my hands, ok?” He nodded again, body shaking. “Good. Ok, breathe with me.”

After several minutes, the tension in Deeks’ body slowly eased, and he slumped against the couch. He cracked his eyes open, any lingering energy gone.

“Can I have some water?” he whispered.

“Of course.” Kensi rushed off to get it, returning with a full glass of cool water and pain medication. Deeks accepted both without a word. His hand shook when he took the glass, so Kensi stood close by just in case until he emptied it.

When he was done, she set it to the side, sitting next to him.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I needed a revision on one of my implants,” he explained softly, eyes dull and unfocused. “Because of the—the damage. Sometimes it hurts when I chew and,” his tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip. “It puts me right back there.”

“Oh my god, Deeks. I’m so sorry,” Kensi apologized. “If I’d known—”

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you,” he interrupted quickly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kensi couldn’t completely hide the the hurt in her voice. She’d thought he trusted her.

“It caught me off-guard.” He lifted one shoulder in a tired shrug. “I thought I could handle it on my own. Besides, it’s not exactly a good look if you’re constantly falling apart.”

“Deeks, we all care more about your well-being than your performance at work,” she said. Deeks gave her a sad, bitter smile.

“I wish that were true. I’m lucky I got to stay this last time,” he mused.

Kensi pushed down her outrage at the revelation; Deeks needed her support now. Confronting whoever had made him hide his symptoms out of fear for his job could wait until later.

“Well, if I have any say in it, you’re not going anywhere. You just need to worry about taking care of yourself.”

“I’m not so great at that,” he murmured.

“That’s why I’m here.” Giving into impulse, Kensi brushed his bangs off his forehead. “Is there anything I can do?”

Deeks turned his head slightly, his eyes soft and vulnerable. “I’ve been having more nightmares again.” She could tell how much the admission had taken. “Could you distract me like you did last time?”

“Anything,” she agree immediately. Leaning forward, she grabbed the remote off the coffee table and switched on the TV. “The first step in a Kensi Blye distraction scheme is good garbage television. So, do you want to watch Monster-in-Law or a reruns of the original ‘Dark Shadows’?”

“Uh, second one,” Deeks decided. He pushed himself more deeply into the cushions while she flipped through channels.

“Ooh, it’s the 1890s era. The best ones in my opinion,” she commented.

“Mm, definitely.” She heard the hint of a smile in his voice.

A few minutes later, his head fell to her shoulder. She froze for a second, then when he didn’t move, she rested her cheek against soft curls brushing her skin.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #angst #season 5 era #hurt/comfort #densimber day 4 #by ejzah

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you-have-been-frizzled · 11 months

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heyy- I'm curious abt which headcanons do you have abt what would happen if Juline got hurt very badly / died and how would the rest of characters react. (sorry if it sounds dark D:)

*deep inhale* oh anon i don’t think you realized what you just signed up for. also NOTHING is too dark for me when it comes to fic ideas

i have spent years thinking about what would happen if Juline was taken prisoner by the Neverseen, and when i remembered that the collective had that mind wipe poison i just made it angster.

Kesler would shut down when she was captured going completely on autopilot because that way he didn’t have to think to feel to process what had happened

that the person who was apart of his life since he was teen, his best friend was gone he would have a planting for her because that’s what he was told to do, he just told himself that she was dead because if he didn’t all he would think about is the ways they where torturing her.

that didn’t change the fact that he kept expecting to wake up and find Juline laying beside him, and he could hold her and know that she was safe but she was never there,

Dex would stay up day after day refusing to believe that she was gone, insisting that he could find her. he would stay so long that he would start to hallucinate.

because if he stopped working for even a moment his mind would run wild, thinking of every possible way the Neverseen was hurting her. and he couldn’t take it,

Lovise would have to force him to go bed and even Tinker would send him home when they where searching for her and he was falling asleep at his desk. Tinker eventually just made him a spot in the corner of her workspace so she could put him there to sleep when he would black out.

he wouldn’t be focusing at school or at team valiant meetings, he would be angry and sassing everyone if they tried to speak to him. he blamed himself for what happened to his mom weather he was there or not

and more importantly that was his mom, and weather they where fighting or not, and he didn’t know how to live without her

and the triplets Lex wouldn’t fully understand she was gone, he would be checking at the widows, mistaking Edaline for Juline everytime she comes over before becoming crushed and looking out the window for Juline again,

Dex came back why wouldn’t she?

Bex doesn’t speak she barely makes a noise and just follows Dex around like a shadow, “helping” him with his search for their mom,

Rex wouldn’t leave his dad side because what if he goes missing too, what if he losing another parent,

they had already lost their brother once and got him back and now they lost their mom, and they don’t know if she’s going to come back

Edaline would lock herself away at first crying so hard she couldn’t breathe, or completely catatonic, she wouldn’t want to speak to anyone other than Grady because her little sister is gone,

she’s lost her daughter, almost lost her second daughter and now lost her sister,

one of the days Dex comes over with Sophie rambling in techospeak, about how he’s going to find Juline, Edaline comes downstairs to watch them work not wanting to be in bed any longer

Dex when he sees her and freezes for a moment, almost like he thinks that Edaline is his mom just for a moment,

she runs over and hugs him and they are both crying and Edaline decides right then and there that they she’s going to go over to Rimeshire and be with her sister’s kids

because that’s what Juline would have wanted, Edaline helps run slurps and burps as often as she can, so Kesler doesn’t have to deal with the cruel whispers

Grady would be angry, at everything, not understanding why his family can’t catch a break? why must they lose everything? why are they not allowed to be happy?

he goes over to Rimeshire to be with Kesler, not wanting him to suffer alone, he lets Dex yell about the Neverseen and how they can’t leave their family alone, he makes sure the triplets are ok while their father is on autopilot.

he would be the one to go with Sophie to check on the councils search and the black swans, because he’s been through it before twice, and he’s going to be the strong one and he’s not going to cry

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https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/723214327318986752/amelia-makes-gabe-do-the-tiktok-trend-where-they

who breaks first though?

if you can believe it, they make it through the entire 60 seconds.

but as soon as it ends, gabe cracks and smashes his lips against hers.

"babeeeee!" amelia sings as she runs into gabes room. "i need you to do this tiktok with me!"

gabe looks at her with wide eyes and says, "no way meels. last time you made me do a tiktok with you, you went around and hugged all my teammates!"

amelia rolls her eyes at her boyfriend and says, "i hugged you too honey, and then you got to hold me for the rest of the night. cmon, this one will be funny!" she assured.

gabe sighed and let out a "fine" as amelia came and sat next to him on his bed, propping her phone up.

"okay, look at me." she says and plasters on her sweet, devilish smile that makes gabe melt. he stares right into her eyes, already leaning in.

"ah ah, there's the catch. you can't kiss me." amelia says and smirks, while gabes face falls.

"what?!" he asks.

"that's the tiktok! we have to go 60 seconds without kissing each other. whoever cracks first, loses."

"that is the worst tiktok idea i've ever heard." gabe groans.

"oh hush, it'll be funny. okay ready, set, go!" amelia says and presses record.

the two stare into each others eyes, faces only inches apart.

gabes eyes flicker between her eyes and lips. he smiles as he looks at her lips, and places a hand on her cheek, bringing her face closer to his.

amelia smiles, thinking she's got gabe, but he brushes their noses together and doesn't kiss her, only keeps smirking.

desperate to crack him, she moves one of her hands to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while the other goes to the top of his head, pulling at the hair there. this drives gabe crazy whenever she does it while they're kissing, so she was sure it would work.

gabe notices the game she's playing, and pulls out a trick of his own. he keeps the hand that's on her face where it is, rubbing his thumb along her cheek while he places his other hand on her bare, upper thigh and begins rubbing it. he traces his hand up and down, slowly. this is what he does that drives amelia crazy when they're kissing. he even slips his fingers under her shorts a bit and keeps running his fingers along her bare skin.

both their eyes are constantly flickering between their eyes and their lips.

gabe leans in even more and places his forehead on hers. he moves the hand that's on amelias cheek and gently places it around her neck.

ok. that's not fair.

he rubs his fingers on her neck, squeezing a bit every now and then in an attempt to get a response out of her. he knows this is her weakness. he leans in and opens his mouth like he's going to kiss her, before slowly moving his head away.

desperate to catch up to his actions, amelia takes her hand out of his hair and her fingers reach for his chain, tugging on it slightly. she tangles it in her fingers and pulls him in closer by it. she fiddles with the '4' on the chain, and gives him a smirk.

amelia lets out a quiet, throaty moan and gently says, "i love you, baby."

gabe smiles at her, his eyes full of lust.

"i love you."

gabe takes both his hands and places them on amelias waist, rubbing his hands up and down.

she wraps both her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

their lips are half an inch away from each other, they can both feel each others breath, but no one cracks.

as the seconds tick by, it gets harder and harder for the both of them. by the end of it, they both let out a huge breath, and once gabe notices the video ended, he smashes his lips against amelias.

"HA! you lost!" amelia says.

"no i didn't, the video was over!" gabe says.

"yeah, it ended. but you still cracked first so in my mind you lost and i won!" she says proudly.

gabe laughs and says, "yeah whatever meels. now get over here and kiss me."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 10

Chapter 9

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Coming back home from Carrington the day the international players were back, Lucía’s goal was clear. Speaking with Rúben. And she was not going to accept a no from him this time.

When she got to his door, she knocked once. Nothing. Twice. Still nothing. Three times. Same lack of response.

“Rúben! I’m not leaving until you talk to me, ok? I’ll sit here on the floor and wait if necessary. You won’t ignore me this time”.

Ten minutes later, her bum was starting to hurt from sitting on the cold floor. So she got up and knocked again.

“I mean it, Dias. Open the damn door! I’m not leaving!”

And when she went to sit down again, facing the lift, she saw the doors opening and Rúben getting out of the lift.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting for long”, he said when he saw her.

But Lucía didn’t answer. She just run to him to hug him. And he surprised her by hugging her back. She had missed him so much.

“Let’s go inside”.

Once inside, she realised that everything she had rehearsed multiple times left her mind.

“I’m sorry”, she said.

“I’m sorry too”.

“Are you ready to talk?”, she asked.

“I’ve been ready since the day I met you”.

She could already feel the burning in her eyes from the tears threatening to fall. By the time the story ended, she’d be sobbing. But it was necessary to tell him. It was the only way for this to work.

“So, start from the beginning, right?”

He nodded, holding her hand.

“When I was 8, my brother left. He couldn’t stand my parents, which I can’t blame him for, really. And left without saying where he was going. I thought he would tell me, but he didn’t. I haven’t heard from him ever since. He could be living next door and I wouldn’t know. So that was the first time I was betrayed by someone I loved.

“My parents only got worse after that. Blaming each other for what happened and putting all the pressure on me. It was unbearable. I could be getting the best grades and it wasn’t enough. I could be winning prizes in my extracurricular activities and it was just ok. I couldn’t go out with my friends without them calling every hour to check where I was. It was impossible to live like that. So when I was 18, I left. I moved to Germany to run away from them. But at least I told them where I was and we talk once every couple of months. So there is that”.

Lucía looked up to see Rúben’s face. There was no judgement, but she could see some pity. Nothing she wasn’t used to by now.

“Once in Germany I finally had my first boyfriend, who dumped me because I was too friendly with the Bayern players I worked with. Hell, he was even jealous of Pep. Then the academy players just treated me like the young girl they could play with, which is where my rule of not dating footballers comes from. And then there was Laurens, my ex.

“He was the first person I truly felt comfortable with apart from my friend Lena. I told him everything. Every single thing I’m telling you. And you know what he did?”

She looked up again to see Rúben shaking his head.

“He used that to manipulate me. And he cheated on me for God knows how long. And he broke me. He made me feel like I could never trust another person and, more specifically, another man”.

“I get that. I would feel the same way if that had happened to me”, he said, giving her some time to take a couple of deep breaths.

“And then I met you and you surprised me by being so forward that first day. And I thought that maybe I could do that. Maybe I could just sleep with a guy I found attractive without all the added things. Maybe that way I wouldn’t be hurt again. But I couldn’t. That’s not who I am”.

“I had a feeling you weren’t. That’s why I expected things to change more easily. It was so frustrating for me to see no progress. But…I just wasn’t ready to commit fully. I felt stuck”.

“I know. I really know. But there was progress. So much progress. Only I could see it but it was there, I swear”.

Rúben stopped her from talking for a second to kiss her forehead. The small gesture meant so much to her. He was listening. He wanted to understand her. He wanted to make this work. And so did she.

“The reason why I could talk to Scott more easily is that I didn’t want from him what I wanted from you. He was just a friend. I wasn’t attracted to him and I never saw myself dating him. And that made it easier for me to open up. I get it’s not fair to you but you have to understand that was my reasoning”.

“I get it now but I wish you would have been more honest with me before. I just saw you not wanting to talk to me and having that relationship with him. It…it hurt a lot”.

“I’m sorry”.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry for being a dick to Scott not knowing he was actually trying to get us to work. Even if he didn’t know it was me you talked about”.

That made Lucía stop to think for a second. How did he know that?

“And how do you know that?”

“Diogo talked to me when we were in Portugal”.

“What?”, she asked, shocked. “I didn’t tell him to”.

Rúben laughed. “I know, but we have to thank him because he helped me understand so many things. And I came back wanting to talk instead of feeling defensive like I was before. He probably saved us from a few weeks of being stupidly stubborn and not talking”.

“I’ll get him a fruit basket, then”, she laughed. But she’d definitely thank him.

Rúben grabbed Lucía’s face gently and looked into her eyes. “Anything else I need to know?”

She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before talking. “That I want this to work, but I need time. I trust you, I do. But I can’t just go from broken to fixed in two seconds. You knowing my story helps but time is still needed”.

“I understand that, but you don’t need to be fixed”.

“I do”, she laughed sadly.

“You need to heal after being hurt. That’s not the same as needing to be fixed. There is nothing wrong with you that needs to be fixed”.

And those were the words that made her stop resisting. The words that made the tears fall freely.

“Hey”, he said, bringing her closer to him and running his hand up and down her back.

“Thank you for not giving up on me”, she whispered, holding onto him as tight as she could.

“The best things are worth fighting for”.

And they stayed like that for a long while, healing each other. Ready to start over.

When they finally separated from each other, they decided to cook some dinner together. Lucía was chopping the peppers while Rúben chopped the onions. Seeing him stop made her turn to see if he was crying because of the onions, but he was just staring at her.

“What?”, she asked.

“I want to do this properly. As if we started from zero”.

“Ok”, she smiled. “How do we do that?”

“I take you out on dates, we do all the cheesy stuff couples do, …that kind of thing”.

“I like the sound of that. And I guess we are doing that already. Cooking together”, she chuckled.

He put the knife down to touch Lucía’s cheek and leaned down to kiss her. It was the first time they kissed since their fight and it was completely different from every other kiss they had shared before. This wasn’t a kiss that will lead to anything else, it was just sweet and loving.

She couldn’t stop smiling once she went back to cooking and every time she looked at him.

"So, what do we do after dinner? Do I stay? Do I go home? I never understood the friends with benefits rules and now that we are really doing something real, I don't get how to act either", she laughed.

"You can stay if you want, but I want to go slow this time. And do things properly as I said".

"So just cuddles?", she teased.

"I thought you loved my cuddles", said Rúben, pouting.

"I do. I wasn't complaining".

And that's what they did after dinner. Just cuddles and soft kisses. It felt strange given their previous history, but it also felt so right. As if that was what they should have been doing since the beginning. But thankfully, they had a second chance to do things right.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction

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heartpascal · 1 year

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CHECK UNDER THE DOORMAT

(reader)

• memories - conan gray

"now i can't say, 'goodbye',

if you'll stay here the whole night,

you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning,

over, and over again,

i promise that the ending always stays the same,

so there's no good reason in make-believing,

that we could ever exist again."

• already gone - sleeping at last

"i want you to know,

that it doesn't matter,

where we take this road,

but someone's gotta go,

and i want you to know,

you couldn't have loved me better,

but i want you to move on,

so, i'm already gone."

• requiem - laura dreyfuss, michael park, & jennifer laura thompson

"why should i have a heavy heart?

why should i start to break in pieces?

why should i go and fall apart for you?

why should i play the grieving girl and lie,

saying that i miss you,

and that my world has gone dark without your light?

i will sing no requiem tonight."

(joel)

• ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer

"so i drown it out like i always do,

dancing through our house with the ghost of you."

• somewhere only we know - keane

"oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

i'm getting old, and i need something to rely on,

so, tell me when you're gonna let me in,

i'm getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin,

and if you have a minute, why don't we go,

talk about it somewhere only we know?

this could be the end of everything."

• rescue - lauren daigle

"i will send out an army to find you,

in the middle of the darkest night,

it's true, i will rescue you."

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

"did you get enough love, my little dove?

why do you cry?

and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best,

though it never felt right,

my little versailles."

(tommy)

• you are enough - sleeping at last

"when we grew up, our shadows grew up too,

but they're just old ghosts that we grow attached to,

the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth,

that you're enough, you're enough, you're enough."

• talk to me - cavetown

"you don't have to be a prodigy to be unique,

you don't have to know what to say or what to think,

you don't have to be anybody you can never be,

that's alright, let it out, talk to me."

(jesse)

• open arms - jorge rivera-herrans & steven dookie

"this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,

i see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart,

so why not replace it and light up the world,

here's how to start,

greet the world with open arms."

• this side of paradise - coyote theory

"are you lonely? (are you lonely?),

our fingers dancing when we meet,

you seem so lonely (are you lonely?)."

(reader and jesse)

• better in stereo - liv & maddie

"when you say yeah, i say no,

when you say stop,

all i wanna do is go, go, go!

you,

the other half of me,

the half i'll never be,

the half that drives me crazy."

• brother - kodaline

"if i was dying on my knees,

you would be the one to rescue me,

and if you were drowned at sea,

i'd give you my lungs so you could breathe,

i've got you, brother."

HOWL!!! sobbing. heartpascal works hard but h-owlpost works HARDER. every time. i’m literally gonna scream and cry hello????

memories by conan gray: literally perfect. those EXACT lyrics are so so fitting. like r might’ve been ok eventually if joel and ellie had never come back, but now that they’re in jackson, she just can’t move on 😭

already gone: has me hollering and screaming and yelling and in pain. as well the lyrics “remember all the things we wanted, now our memories are haunted” HHHHHH this whole song is SO PERFECT HOWL STOP IT RN.

requiem: A BRAND NEW SONG FOR ME. oh my god. oh my god? i cannot articulate this one. *

i love ghost of you but my attention is stolen by somewhere only we know: I HAVE KNOWN THIS SONG FOREVER AND I DIDNT EVEN THINK. it’s so perfect. it’s too perfect. HELLO???? “i’m getting old and i need something to rely on” JOEL MY BELOVED 😭 *

rescue: oh yes. this song is so joel miller coded.

FOURTH OF JULY IS OUT OF POCKET I AM GLING TO SCREAM!!!!! *

cavetown is so so close to my heart. i cant even tell you. “it’s so dark tonight, but you’ll survive, certainly. it’s alright, come inside and talk to me” i am yelling so so loudly *

open arms is so good for jesse and r. I LOVE HOW ITS UPBEAT AND AND AND. also i think it is so reader and jesse coded with how different they are. LIKE R WOULD DEFINITELY BE MORE DEFENSIVE!!! at least at their ages rn, whilst jesse is like. dude relax 🙄 *

this side of paradise: yes. and “IF YOURE LONELY COME BE LONELY WITH ME!!!” need i say more.

BAHAHA BETTER IN STEREO IS SO THEM I LOVE IT. maybe one of my FAVOURITE CHOICES EVER. they are both menaces to each other it’s TRUE.

BROTHER: this one. this one. i love this song so much. this is them. THIS ONE. if i could choose any song it’d be this one. *

#heartpascal says #howl <3 #ok i couldn’t help myself this time #HAD TO COMMENT ON EACH SONG #THEY ARE SUCH GOOD CHOICES #I LOVE SO MANY OF THESE #AND SOME NEW ONES TOO???#AND YET THEY STILL FIT SO WELL???????#howl #i’m going to cry #also i love how every time you sign off with a different pedro pascal gif AHAHA #not the agent whiskey one #he’s so <3 #also the * are my favourites #as you can see #there’s a lot

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solartape · 2 years

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EIGHT: forget the umbrella

"Ugh great, just great" You rub your temples in frustration while Xiao pats your back in an attempt to comfort you. "Your apartment isn't that far from the bakery just run it I guess?" Xiao wasn't the best at ideas but you really had no other choice, "If I get sick I'm blaming it on everyone" you say before getting up to go outside. You open the door to see the pouring rain, you took a deep breath but before you could take a step in the rain someone called out your name.

"Wait! Yn!" you turn to see the last person you wanted to see right now. It was Thoma running towards you with an umbrella, "Don't you dare run in the rain without an umbrella, I don't want you getting sick..." He gives you a small pout as he hands you his umbrella, "But Thoma what about you? I don't want you getting sick either!" you push the umbrella away, He held your arm with some force but not so tightly. "Fine then wait here for a sec I'll just get some bread for Ayato and we can walk together to the estate" You gave in as you take the umbrella while you wait outside, on the other hand Xiao has got a surprise for the ynma shippers.

You were patiently waiting for Thoma outside the bakery, you notice Xiao was on his phone, you were about to check your phone but you heard the door open. "Sorry if I took a bit long!" He held the handle of the umbrella while you were still holding it, causing you to hold hands but you didn't pull away even if you mind was telling you to let go. He walked close to you to avoid getting wet, but he was way to close to the point he might hear your heart beating fast.

You both arrived at estate and from the corner of your eye you saw Ayato with something that looks like binoculars but he quickly disappeared once you turn your head to look. "You should stay till the rain stops since it looks like the rain might get heavier" Thoma gesturing you to come inside, you accept the offer just because you didn't have any other option. Besides who wouldn't want to be in their crush's house?

You were now sitting on the couch while wearing some hand-me-downs Thoma gave you. You were watching a romance movie with Kamisatos while Thoma makes some sandwiches for you all.

"Ok why in the hell would she even fly across the world for a guy who won't even treat her better than her boy bestfriend?!" Ayato screams at the TV while Ayaka giggles at her brother's angry state. "Well maybe if you were that in love you would understand, Ayato." Thoma walks in with the sandwiches in his hands. "Ok for one I have been in love Thoma second you can't speak for me while still being in love with-" Ayaka pushes her bother off the couch while Thoma sits down on the edge of the couch beside you, ignoring the fact that at any moment he might fall on you.

"Yes! oh my god finally after an hour they kissed, ugh I can't do this anymore! I'm going to bed early." "Yeah right going to bed early-" "SHUT UP!" Ayato quickly exists to his room while you and Thoma were giggling at the chaotic twins. "Agh the movie is done I'm kinda tired, you guys can use the TV" Ayaka yawns as she slowly gets up and retreats to her room. "Well so you remember that anime I told you about?" "Yeah Horimiya?".

It's been about 5 minutes and Thoma is still on the edge of the couch, you both were focused on the TV that Thoma didn't notice he was about to fall. "Hey you know you're kinda like Hori you know" "Just because a character cleans doesn't always mean it's m- Ah!" Thoma lost his balance in no time, he fell head first into your lap, you practically jumped when you felt his hair on your lap, He didn't notice it was your lap at first but then when he turned his head he saw your torso, he looked up in horror to see your red-ish face. "Ah! I'm so so so so sorry!" He apologize while quickly getting off your lap, he ran behind couch in an attempt to hide his face but we both already know you saw his flustered face.

It's been a painful 6 minutes and you two are still recovering from a moment ago. You decided to break the silence and stand up to approach Thoma behind the couch. You saw him curled up in a ball so you couldn't see his face but you could tell he was embarrassed. You plopped yourself beside him. "So um.." your words clogged up in your throat, you had to stop this back and forth of awkward moments and not acknowledge them. "Do you hate me?" Your world stopped. "What?" "I asked if you hated me." You turn to look at Thoma to see a cold expression on his face. "Why would you think that? Of course I don't!" "Then why do you always seem to run away or avoid me everytime something...embarrassing happens between us?" Your words seem to just disappear from your mind. He was right, why did you avoid him so many times when you obviously had feelings for him. "It's late we should call it a day" He stood up to go to his room but you grabbed his hand. "Wait!" you sigh before you let go of his hand. "I don't hate you Thoma....It's just that everytime you make my heart skip a beat my mind goes hay wire and I end up avoiding you..." "You're such an idiot." "Wha- hmph!" You fell on the floor as you felt a pair of lips on yours. It was Thoma. Wait- IT WAS THOMA'S LIPS. Your eyes widen but the longer you two stayed connected the more you relaxed and eased into the feeling, you caress his cheek while he wraps his arms around your neck. The kiss wasn't long neither was it short but it was perfect. "So does that mean?..." you giggle as you part.

"I love you too Thoma"

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE AAAAAAA SCHOOL SUCKS OMG. anyways i hope i can publish the next chapter soon so thank you for reading !!

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if i ever lost you i would lose myself - chapter 8/10

Chapter 8.

Tara had been trying so desperately to ignore the obvious: the fact she was lying in a hospital bed. She smiled at her friends, they cracked some jokes, she attempted to hide her wince as she shifted and her body reminded her that she can’t will what happened away. She doesn’t do a very good job hiding it, if the tense smiles the others send her way implies anything. Amber rests her hand on hers while Chad pipes up with another stupid story from football practice, and then Wes talks about homework, and then the door is opening.

Tara thinks she must have died after all, this must be the reaper coming to lead her away. How else could this ghost be standing before her?

Sam walks into the room and colour returns to her life.

“You came.” “Of course I came.”

It doesn’t feel real. She can barely take her eyes off of her. Sam’s here. She’s here, and she’s… not alone. But don’t think about that, Tara. Sam’s here.

“Where’s mom?”

She could have done without the reminder of her mother right now, she’s got enough already to think about, but Tara supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. Amber never fails to take the opportunity to bring up her family if it means she can show her disapproval. She usually doesn’t do it right in front of her anymore, however. The whole situation must have thrown her off guard too, Tara guesses; Amber had been oddly gentle with her today.

Everyone begins to leave, including Sam, and Tara’s mouth runs faster than her brain. She tells her she wants her to stay. She doesn’t even have the time to regret asking – what if Sam wanted to leave? – before Sam has started nodding and there’s a small smile on her face and she’s saying she wants to stay here tonight, and Tara can’t think of anything else she could want more in this moment.

They’re left alone, and Tara can’t hold it back anymore. It’s all too much. She falls apart, and Sam holds her together.

He was here. In the hospital. He attacked Sam. He came… for her? For Sam? For what purpose? She tries to breathe through the panic bubbling inside her, but Tara’s never been able to hide her panic; her body has always betrayed her, and here in this hospital, the beeping of her heart is open and unguarded for all to see.

But it doesn’t take her as long as it usually does to calm down, not with Sam’s hand in hers. By the time Hicks arrives, with Amber in tow, Tara’s just… really tired. She doesn’t have the headspace to think about how Sam is more concerned with what this means for Tara than herself.

She doesn’t have the headspace to deal with what happens next.

Sam comes back into the room and she seems… not ok. Sam’s not ok.

She starts to talk about things Tara doesn’t want to remember. She’s spent so long burying these memories of the past, and Sam walks back into the room with a shovel, ready to dig. Sam’s never known when to stop. Tara wishes she would stop.

She doesn’t stop.

With every word Sam speaks, Tara understands less and less. It feels like there’s a rope tied around her heart, being squeezed tighter and tighter, until it just…

“I just couldn’t be around you anymore, Tara-”

…snaps.

She remembers sitting at the end of Sam’s bed, waiting for her to come home. She remembers walking past the park and seeing her sister with her friends, meeting her eyes and hoping desperately she would acknowledge her; she didn’t. She remembers muffled steps in the night, soft whispers, a gentle hand on her cheek and lips on her forehead and a hushed promise. But she broke that promise. She wasn’t going to come back. She only came back because Tara got hurt and she feels guilty, but she wasn’t going to come back, she didn’t come back for Tara, she lied.

“Get out.”

She lied. She lied she lied she lied. It’s all she can think about and Sam won’t stop talking why won’t she leave just-

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

She does.

Tara doesn’t feel any better for it.

Tara doesn’t sleep that night.

She has a lot of time to think, to regret, to fiddle with her phone and stare at Sam’s contact information and desperately beg the world for a sign to tell her what to do.

She’s moved to a new room on a new floor and she wonders if anyone told Sam where she could find her now, she wonders if she would even want to know. She wonders if she had pushed Sam away, if the last memory she has of her will be Tara, angry, yelling at her to get out.

It turns out death has come for her after all. But Tara has always been stubborn, and she’s not ready to die just yet. She has unfinished business; she needs her sister to know she loves her. She’s never been in more pain in her life, but she’s not going to just lie down and let this fucker kill her. She has to keep moving.

Sam’s crying through the phone, begging. Tara doesn’t want the last thing she hears to be Sam begging. She doesn’t want the last thing Sam hears of her to be Tara’s cries as she’s skewered again. Death taunts her sister, and all Tara can think is “Fuck You.”

It looms over her once again, and Tara thinks this must be it.

But Sam comes for her.

She came.

Sam doesn’t hate her.

She loves her. She’s apologising.

Tara finally gets the opportunity to say what she should have said before, what she wishes she could have said years ago. She gets to tell her she understands, in the same way Sam understands her. For the first time in so long, Tara doesn’t feel fractured. She feels loved, and whole, and like the world is so bright. She hopes she can make Sam feel that way too.

She doesn’t know where they go from here, but Sam tells her they’re going to get the fuck out of Woodsboro, together. And that’s all Tara has ever wanted.

She should have demanded they go back to the hospital. She should have made sure her inhaler was in her hand before they left. She should have done a lot of things, Tara thinks. She’s had a lot of time to think since Amber smacked her over the head with a gun and she came to in her closet, limbs and mouth duct-taped. Why didn’t she just kill her? Like Mindy, like Chad, like Liv… Wes. She’s tried twice now already… hasn’t she? Oh, Amber… what have you done?

Fuck.

Tara kicks the door.

Fuck this entire situation.

Kick.

Fuck Amber.

Kick.

Fuck Woodsboro.

Kick.

Fuck Sam?

Sam!

Sam…

Don’t you fucking dare leave me here!

Sam cuts the tape, but Tara reminds herself to give her hell for her hesitation later. If Sam thought Tara would just sit back and let her deal with this situation herself, she doesn’t remember her little sister very well.

She concedes to waiting in the room – at least until she’s safe to escape downstairs – and calling the cops. She stands there clenching Sam’s phone to her chest as Richie breaks her sister’s heart. He’s stabbed her, and it is only the knowledge that she can’t do anything about it that keeps her frozen. Sam saved her, but she can’t save her back.

She listens to Amber, her voice fanatical. She’s always been passionate about the things she loves; she thought she was one of them. Tara wonders if she could have saved her too, or if she stood by and let this happen to her.

Tara wakes up from her fourth round with Amber, dazed and a little bit delirious. Her pain levels have transcended her conscious plane, and now she’s just a heartbeat; limbs; meat sack. That’s what it feels like anyway, as she crawls and crawls and crawls.

Somewhere along the way she manages to make it to her feet. She follows the sounds of voices. She hopes they’re safe voices, but at this point, she’s not sure she can really take this anymore. She just wants it all to stop. One way, or another.

Her foot hits a gun on the floor and she finds herself bending down to pick it up before she’s even thought about it. She watches Sam put 3 bullets into Richie’s body and tries to ignore the part of her that wishes she was the one pulling the trigger instead.

Then a figure comes screaming towards her sister and Tara gets her wish for revenge after all. She doesn’t recognise the figure as Amber until it hits the floor. She wonders if it would have changed anything if she did.

No, she knows in her heart. She finds herself in Sam’s arms once again and hopes she never lets go.

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #IIELYIWLM tag #my writing tag

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matsmurdock · 2 years

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oh my lonely heart

Hi hello welcome to my first fanfic ever posted on tumblr.

This was written very quickly, with no skills whatsoever but I felt like posting it. The song I used in the title and in the fic is She Dances, by Billie Marten.

Also, you can find my work on Ao3.

Ok I'm done plugging myself, enjoy!

Fandom: Daredevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Summer's ended and you and Matt enjoy a slow and rainy Sunday together. (~700 words)

New York was finally getting cooler, the stuffy warm air leaving and making room for the wet and gloomy weather that you had grown to love. Especially in the city, you’d always enjoyed it because it brought you comfort. Summer break being over, the city bustling again, the puddles, rain falling against your windows… all of this brought you peace of mind, especially being home. Rainy weekends felt like you finally had an excuse to be lazy, because really what else could you do? You usually went out to get coffee on saturdays and then didn’t leave your apartment until you had to go to work again on mondays.

Matt loved them too, and the fact that he didn’t patrol as much when the weather was bad because it messed with his senses meant that you got to spend more time with him. You would usually nap in the afternoon if he wasn’t working on a big case either, then you’d have coffee together in the living room and then on sundays you’d do chores together.

It’s exactly what you had done today, and now you both were cuddling on the couch, soft music playing on the smart speaker that you’d sneakily bought a few weeks ago even though Matt thought it was useless. His fingers were combing through your hair, and you were dozing off while reading the book you’d been struggling to finish for weeks now. Listening to Matt’s slow breathing, he probably wasn’t faring much better.

“‘at time is it?” you heard him mumble after a particularly loud growl from your stomach woke the both of you up.

You looked at the time on your phone, “it’s almost six” you replied, “do you want to have dinner early and go to bed?”

Foggy made fun of you all the time because of how much you behaved like a married couple, and you were glad he wasn’t here to witness this because you honestly could have gone to bed right there and then.

“Yeah, that’d be nice actually.”

Matt had gone to take a shower after that, since you had volunteered to prepare dinner. You were dicing tomatoes and humming to yourself along with the music that was still playing when you felt Matt hug you from behind. You laid your haid back against his shoulder, trying to sneakily smell him without making a fool of yourself.

“I heard that” he snickered. Damn it.

“You know how much I love this new shampoo, I’ll have to thank Karen one more time” you joked.

“Is that why it’s considerably gone down?” he asked, you could hear and feel the smile in his voice as he pecked the side of your head.

“I plead the fifth actually.”

“Oh is that right?” he said, his hold around your stomach tightening.

“Yep, my lips are sealed” you giggled, before turning your head up so you could leave a kiss on his jaw.

The song on the speaker changed and turned the volume up. “That’s the sond I was telling you about the other day!” you exclaimed, putting the knife down to turn around in his arms. “‘Makes me want to dance with you when I hear it.”

Matt hummed, listened closely to the song and said “that can be arranged, sweetheart”, before taking your hand and leading you away from the counter. His hands went on your hips as he brought you closer to his body. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating softly in his chest. You sighed, feeling so happy and in love that you tought your heart could burst.

The two of you danced for the rest of the song, and when it ended you went on your tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.

“God I love you so much Matt”, you whispered against his mouth. His hands tightened around your body and he reciprocated the kiss.

“I love you too, sweet girl”, he said so quietly it was a miracly you heard him.

Inside, you wished everyday could be like this, and that it would rain every single day for the rest of your life if it meant you got to spend the rest of your days dancing in the kitchen with Matt.

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #fanfic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #i haven't written a lot pls be indulgent #daredevil x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #daredevil fanfic #female reader #matt murdock x female reader #this is self indulgent

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boowhumps · 1 year

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|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 14 ~ False Smile|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Mention of Death

- Mention of Self-Harm

- Arguing (kinda?)

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I sit on the couch, a mug of tea warming my cold hands.

My hair awkwardly touches the back of my neck. It's really short, but I try to ignore that.

Zaaron walks into the room, taking a seat next to me.

"So, are you ready to talk?" He asks.

I nod.

"Well.. It's.. complicated.." I start.

"Just try to sum it up." He says reassuringly.

"Ok.. uh.. well Krystal found out that I was in contact with.. you, and she basically turned everyone against me.. except for Kaiden." I say.

"And then Kairo.. passed. And it hurt but Kaiden tries his best to get me through it.."

"But next thing I know.. he- he hates me. He won't look at me, won't talk to me.. And then he became aggressive and I got scared.. So I ran off."

I take a deep breath.

Zaaron sighs. "So now you're just hiding away in your house, not telling anyone if you're ok?"

I nod slowly.

"So are you and Kaiden still-" He asks

"We broke up." I clarify. "Well.. I left him a note that basically said I was breaking up with him. I'm not sure he.. actually thinks we are."

"Well what now?" He asks.

"Huh?"

"What do you plan to do?"

"I was going to leave this place. Move to Armoni. Start a new life." I say.

Zaaron raises his eyebrows. "That's a plan you got there."

I hum. "I would maybe come and visit you.."

He smiles. "I'm sure you would kiddo."

His smile drops. "But.. I don't think you should just leave without saying goodbye to some.. certain people."

I give him a puzzled look. "Like who? All my friends left me. Kaiden left me. Hell, I don't think my parents would even notice if I left!" I raise my voice.

Zasrons holds his hands up. "Okay.. Karyme, listen. I can't imagine how angry you are right now but it was only a suggestion."

I take a deep breath. "I-im sorry. It's all just falling apart and I'm scared and I can't stop-" I stop myself.

"Stop what?" Asks Zaaron.

The atmosphere quickly tenses.

My eyes stare into the floor.

"Karyme.. Stop what.?" Zaaron asks again.

".. Nothing." I finally say.

"You are a terrible liar." He says.

I glare at him. "You're pushing it."

Zaaron sighs again. "Fine. I'll stop."

He switches the subject back to me leaving.

"So when do you plan to leave?" He asks.

"I think August 1st. That gives me enough time to book a train ticket and pack up my stuff." I explain.

Zaaron nods along.

"Are you sure you'll last there? It snows all the time." He says in a teasing tone.

"Ha ha, good one old man." I say sarcastically. "I'll be fine."

The rest of the afternoon we chat away about my future.

My.. non-exsistant future.

At around 8 I decide to head home.

"Remember Karyme-" Zaaron reminds me.

"I know, I can come to you if I need help." I repeat his words.

He ruffles my hair. "Yeah."

As I'm about to leave, Zaaron speaks up.

"Hey.. Stay safe, alright?"

I turn around to look at him.

My lips form a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

As I'm heading downtown to the bus stop tears begin to form in my eyes.

I hold them back.

'I'm sorry.. Zaaron.' I think.

#whump #whumpril #whump writing #day 14 done!!!#OOOO I LOVE THIS ONE #the angst is there its just not very obvious #my story lore is so complicated lol #also Zaaron supremacy y'all #if i could draw i know yall would love him #but i cant so we all suffer here #enjoy <3

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 2 years

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hi Rush, congratulations on 2k followers!! i want you to know that your writing is amazing, and one of the reasons why i decided to rejoin tumblr is because i stumbled into your fics :)

i’m not sure why, but i can’t put in an “under the cut” when i want to submit this ask, so i’m going to submit two. this first one is for the actual request, and the other one is just some compliments i want to give you because your works are incredible❗️❗️

ok for the actual request:

public letter is ok

gender and pronouns: female, she/her

platonic letter

character: dick grayson from YJ!

i just need some reassurance that everything will work out in the end. logically, i know that, but i’ve just been super stressed out with the end of my freshman year in uni. i’ve got pretty bad anxiety problems too so i’ve had my fair share of panic attacks these past few weeks alone.

hope i didn’t miss anything, and wishing you all the best :DD

Hey there darling! Thanks so much for entering! I hope you saw my reply on the other ask you sent! I really appreciate it!

Anyways onto the letter!

Hey there baby bird,

God I feel so stupid writing a letter when I could basically just zeta there and be at your apartment or shoot you a text but this week is a little busy for me so unfortunately for the both of us, you will not be getting a visit from yours truly so this letter will have to suffice.

But I know you're having a hard time right now so I wanted to do something special for you and take the time to write a deeply personal letter to you. I hope this will cheer you up a little.

I know that things are difficult for you right now but you've been working so hard and you've been doing so well. Your first year in university is almost over and I'm so damn proud of you. I know that it must have been hard to adjust to it but look at you, you're almost there. Your hard work is so close to paying off. And I think you really deserve a little time to yourself.

When you can, get yourself in a nice, long bath and just take the time to replenish yourself. I know it must be hard to do so without any guilt but I hope you'll at least be able to get rid of a fraction of your burdens. I love you, baby bird. If there's anyone who can do this, it would be you.

You wanna know something funny? I'm just going to assume yes and keep writing. It's that we never know how life is going to turn out. I had no idea I would grow up any where other than Haly's Circus and then I thought I would continue to be Robin, and I had absolutely no idea I would be so lucky to fall in love with someone as amazing as you.

That's the beauty about it I guess, that you never know what's going to happen and even though it feels like the hardest time, eventually a time will come when you'll barely be able to remember this.

Not to say that what you're going through right now isn't completely valid and that I completely understand where you're coming from. You remember those breathing exercises we practiced? Inhale for 4, hold for 8, exhale for 7. If you ever feel like a panic attack is coming then do this or try and spot things around you in each colour.

I know panic attacks are scary but you can overcome them, I know you're capable of more than you allow yourself to believe. Everything is going to turn out okay. Don't take life too seriously, and when you need a moment to step back and breathe then just do it, as long as it makes you feel better.

I love you so much. Please take care of yourself for me.

D. Grayson

#2k event

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ribbondee · 2 years

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"Too Much", a Splatoon Oneshot

RING RING RING!

“Nngh…”

RING RING RING!

Sophie opened her eyes, and saw what she was woken up by. It was her phone, and it was ringing like crazy. She groggily sat up and answered it. “Four”, came Marie’s frantic voice, “you need to-”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Lemme guess. Callie put those stupid glasses back on, and the Great Zapfish is gone again.”

“Uh… yeah?”

“No.”

Sophie looked at her alarm clock, and it was no earlier than 5 in the morning. Sophie yawned, and massaged her temples. “Marie, please… I can’t keep doing this… five times this week we fought, I’m TIRED!”

Marie sighed. “Four, please! It’s the Great Zapfish! And my cousin!”

“Ok… but this will be the last time, ok?” Click.

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Sophie super jumped into the concert arena, clad in her Hero Gear, Hero Dualies in hand. She heaved yet another great yawn, then got herself ready. But this time, she marched right up to Callie and tapped her on the shoulder.

Callie turned around, confused. “Hey you’re not supposed to-”

Before she could finish, Sophie ripped the Hypnoshades off of her face, threw them on the ground, and stomped them into sparking pieces. “My… my…” Callie’s lower lip began to quiver. “MY SHADES! MY SUPER DUPER, ULTRA FRESH SHADES! HOW DARE YOU! HEY DJ!”

The Octobot King II wasted no time in rising up into the air, controlled by a now angry (or even angrier, since he usually seemed angry anyway) Octavio. “You”, he hissed. “YOU INSOLENT LITTLE SQUIDLING! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THOSE COST TO MAKE?!”

Sophie groaned. “Can we just fight now?”

“Gyahaha! I’d have it no other way! GET READY TO BE MASHED UP!”

“...right.”

And so the battle finally began. Sophie expertly dodged the metal punches, inking her way over the magenta ink that got in her way. Finally, Octavio came flying out of the machine and landed in Sophie’s ink with a distinct splashing sound. “That’s it”, Marie shouted through Sophie’s headset, “TURN HIM INTO TAKO SUSHI!”

“Nope.”

“Wut”, Marie and Octavio said at the same time as the music that was playing came to a stop with the sound of a screeching record. “I told you Marie, I can’t do this anymore.” Sophie threw her Hero Dualies to the ground, and kneeled down in front of Octavio who had stopped struggling.

“Hey”, Sophie said, “Why do you keep stealing the Great Zapfishie anyway?”

“Uh… we need it more than you? Our society is literally falling apart without enough power?”

“Then why don’t you just ask for some? We have plenty to spare!”

Octavio was silent, and his pupils shrank. Apparently that had never occurred to him. Sophie resisted the urge to laugh, then it vanished completely when the full severity of the Octarians’ situation hit her. “Marie… did you know about the Octarians’ problem?”

“Uh… no?”

Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. If Marie had sent Sophie to get the zapfish while knowing of the Octarians’ plight, she would never have forgiven her.

“Also, if things are so horrible down here, why not move to Inkopolis? Octolings are doing it, and so can you! Wait… are YOU an Octoling?”

“That’s none of your business, and I’d sooner give up my DJ career before I live among you squids.”

Sophie began to pout. “We’re not ALL bad! And the Octolings are getting along just fine in our society, even after they’ve been found out!”

“...really? Are you serious?”

“Yep! Squids and Octos CAN be friends again, see? I’m sure they’d be willing to give you a second chance as well!”

“Hey”, Callie shouted, “what’s goin’ on down there?!”

“What’s happening is that I’m sick of fighting”, Sophie shouted back. “It ends now.”

She wrapped her arms around Octavio, pulled, and he came out with a loud POP! “Come on Mr. DJ!”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Still! Things can get better! You and your people don’t have to sit down here and suffer all the time! Right Marie?”

“Er… sure? Also I’m not so sure about giving Octavio another chance… he DID Squidnap Callie, and there’s also this thing about him brainwashing his minions…”

“Ohhh yeah! That’s not good. But I think everyone deserves a chance to be better!”

“Look, I’m just gonna come down there and bring Callie back to her senses, get you guys out of there, and put Octavio back in the snowglobe as usual, m’kay?”

“Noooo! I want to give Octavio another chance!”

“HE. DOESN’T. DESERVE IT. He can’t be trusted!”

“Uh do I get a say in this”, Octavio chimed in.

“No”, Marie said. “Sure”, said Sophie. Sophie heard an audible facepalm through her headphones.

“So uh”, Sophie said turning to Octavio, “do you wanna give life in Inkopolis a chance?”

“Nope.”

Sophie’s jaw practically hit the floor. “B-but-”

“Like I said, I don’t wanna do it.”

“But… but why?!”

“Even if my Octoling troops are accepted, what makes you think I will even if I wanted to give your sappy bullsquit a try?”

Sophie gasped at the sound of the swear.

“Oh please, of all the times you’ve heard me cuss you’d think you’d be used to it by now.”.

If there was any word Sophie would use to describe Octavio it would be stubborn. “Fine don’t”, Sophie said with a sigh. “But if you do change your mind, I’m all ears. Alright Marie, get on down here and let’s finish this.”

“You got it, Four.”

Several awkward minutes passed, before the flying truck came barreling into the arena. BLAM! Marie shot Callie in the face with her low tide ink, and instantly began playing Spicy Calamari Inkantation on the boombox.

“No… NOOOO” Octavio cried as his body began to dance against his will. “The beat… it’s so… HAHAHA, GREAT!” Sophie giggled, barely noticing the truck lowering onto the platform. Marie hopped down, and began hauling the still dancing DJ into the trailer. Callie leapt down from her little stage, still a bit dizzy.

The trailer was shut and locked, and the three agents climbed into the truck. It was a tight fit as usual, but they were used to it by now. “Well… that was something”, Marie said as Sheldon piloted the truck out of the dome.

“Sorry Marie”, Sophie said, “but I’m sick of it.”

“I… I get it. I really do. Three went through the same thing, but they never complained.”

“I just wish Octavio would give Inkopolis a shot… I bet it’s LOADS better than down in the domes…”

“Listen”, Marie said in a tender tone, “I understand your viewpoint. But you have to understand that some people just can’t be persuaded. Your intentions are good, but change will have to begin from within HIM, not from YOU.”

Sophie looked down and sighed. “You’re right… but it still stinks. I just want everyone to be happy…”

Marie smiled a bit, and put a hand on Sophie’s shoulder.

“YOOOO ARE THERE ANY SNACKS IN HERE”, Callie cried out, ruining the moment. Sophie laughed while Marie groaned. “Well, thanks to you destroying the Hypnoshades, it looks like we won’t be dealing with Octavio again anytime soon. Good on you, Four.”

“Wish I’d done it all those times before… Anyway, thanks for making me feel better, Marie.”

As the truck flew towards Inkopolis, Sophie’s thoughts continued to be about the Octarian DJ. Was he truly a hopeless case?

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