#even what the world needs is about ocean begging for her life back
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swinging space age bachelor man is so sad in its context i will hold this belief until the day i die. ricky was his own best friend. "live and let live! love and let love! for love is the closest you can come to another person because its the closest you can come to being another person!" he concedes. he's the same person he always was, it's just that no one listened.
also his outfit FUCKED, man.
#ride the cyclone#ricky potts#you know what actually all songs in ride the cyclone are SO sad in their context#ballad of jane doe obviously but#sugar cloud being about constance learning to love life seconds before her death#talia being about mischas love and passion for his fiance that he never even got to hold#noels lament being about him wanting more than he got from life#even what the world needs is about ocean begging for her life back
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I’ll Crawl Home To Her
Harry Styles x fem!reader
Summery: There was no distance that could keep Harry from you. Not even the vastest oceans would slow him down. As the holidays near closer and closer, all he really wants is you.
PURE FLUFF
He thinks of her always. A plaguing memory of the last time they spoke, a vivid painting of the way her eyes would crinkle when she smiled. He carried her honey-sweet laughter within him. Her voice the ground beneath his very feet.
He thinks of how lucky he is. To be blessed with someone so soft, so sweet. When he was with her, Harry didn’t seem to ever worry about heaven or hell. All he wished for was to be gently placed beneath the soil. He wished for him to be able to stay there, somewhere he could pull himself from, even in death to find her. Trace the dimples in her back just one last time, feel her lips pressed to his temple just one last time.
He could write all the songs for her, tell everyone just how much his heart yearned for the girl, but no words could describe her fully. Her honest smile and wild hair. If he were to sing it, he was sure nobody would ever be able to picture her right.
She had an aura that could never be captured. A rare beauty no person could ever really swallow fully. The more Harry thinks about it, the more starved he becomes.
He tortures himself with the image of her eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. The tree behind her littered with ornaments they collected from all their adventures together. At first he had wanted a theme for their tree. A color scheme. She insisted it would feel more like home to have it that way. She was always right. No gold and white color coordination could fill him with as much pride as the small plastic figures on the branches would.
He sees her wrapping presents. The thought of her doing it all alone, without the specially curated playlists he made drives him mad. How the kitchen floors are untouched because she’d sworn dancing just wasn’t dancing if it wasn’t with him.
He knows the oven is cold. There are no treats on the counter or glasses of milk on the counter like when he was there. He wishes he could live a life with a job that wasn’t so demanding.
He thinks about the thousands of people begging for his attention. And even in all of their praise and love for him, it’s nothing but a fraction compared to what she provides. Harry decides he can’t take it. He has all the heart to speak of her like she’s all he could ever need, but here he is half the world away, sitting alone in a hotel room with a bottle of wine and Tylenol. She would laugh at him for sure. The thought only motivates him further.
So when he calls her that night, it’s from the airport. He claims it’s the stadium buzz, the usual sound of his team and their own team too. She buys it because he would never lie to her.
When he walks through the door that same night, she doesn’t believe it. How someone so distant could be so close now. And she can’t trust herself until her hands are gripping at his shirt snd her nose is in his neck. Her tears wet his collar and she swears she can feel his running down her shoulder. When she asks him how he’s done it, he answers by telling her how much he loves her. And when she laughs he takes her face in his hands, cradling it delicately and rubbing his thumb to dry her tears.
“Not even death could part me from you. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll crawl home to you.” It’s honest and raw. It’s something that Harry could never have said before. Words he never knew how to say before. He thinks she’ll take his words as crazy, back off and laugh. But she places her hands on his and massages his fingers between hers.
And when she presses a kiss to his palm, he swears he feels more alive than ever.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#yn x harrystyles#harry styles
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Am I Allowed to Cry?
(((SatoSugu one shot)))
Drowning in the Blue Nile
He sent me "Downtown Lights"
I hadn't heard it in a while
My boredom's bone-deep
This cage was once just fine
Am I allowed to cry?
‘Why didn’t you chase him?’
The words echo in my mind,
haunting me as I stare
at the bare wall of my dorm room
where photos used to stay.
It was my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer
to stop exactly what Suguru caused.
His smile was so soft.
He knew I wasn’t going to understand
and he didn’t even try to convince me.
He was always like that this last summer.
Something in him changed after Amanai died.
I’m pretty sure he had thought I was dead too
from the look on his face
when I walked into that room holding her corpse.
I knew I had changed.
Being on the brink of death will do that to a person.
I grip my bedsheets,
gritting my teeth at the tears
that burned their way out of my eyes
against my protest.
All I remember after that is screaming
until I heard Shoko’s voice.
“Give him space,
get out of here!
Gojo, hey, Gojo-”
I dream of cracking locks
Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks
Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox
I'm seeing visions, am I bad?
Or mad? Or wise?
Do we still talk?
It would be unwise to indulge the answer to that.
How they haven’t found me out yet?
I have no idea.
They must trust their golden boy enough
to not assume that he would be
in the bed of a criminal after long missions,
dressing my wounds,
always stretching out the time.
He explained himself.
Adopted two little girls-
I can’t blame him for doing what he did,
but I would never say that out loud.
This world is… horrible.
We know that better than anyone I suppose.
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh, what a way to die
I keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?
Staring at my phone screen,
my scrolling through pointless pictures
paused by his text;
When are you coming over next?
Simple, but he always did get straight to the point.
My finger absent-mindedly twirls
around the black cat phone charm that he got for me-
something I had claimed I’d won in a random gacha pull,
but I knew the truth and that’s all that mattered.
Part of me needed him with me,
even if I couldn’t admit it.
I want to drop everything and run to him
every
damn
time.
Soon. I text back,
locking my phone and letting my arm drop,
painted fingertips grazing over sheets
he will never see again.
I keep these longings locked
In lowercase, inside a vault
Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts
Only your actions talk
“How long are you going to do this, Gojo?”
Shoko quizzes me,
her face holds a touch of disapproval
but not disappointment.
I just look at her.
Does she really expect me to give an answer for that?
Until the day I die.
I want to say.
Want to scream.
I can’t even give an actual answer
because all that would give is
confirmation that I still see the ‘traitor’.
She knows.
She has to.
She… saw how badly it broke me-
feelings I never want to unleash again.
“What are you talking about?”
I finally ask,
eyes begging her to drop it through sunglasses.
She just pulls out her cigarette box silently,
flipping the top open
and holding it in my direction, offering.
I take one.
These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath
Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head
If it's make-believe
Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?
“S-Satoru~”
His liquor soaked breath stutters in the dark
as I work my art on him,
messy kisses to the insides of his thighs,
leaving marks that will only be known to us.
His hands are tangled in my hair loosely,
tightening every moment he feels good.
He refuses to be quiet,
but I couldn’t complain.
“A God amongst men,
and you’re begging for me.”
I state breathlessly,
smirking up at him.
He just hums in pure amusement.
“You always were so cocky~”
he chides,
hips bucking when my lips find his leaking head.
“You were saying?” I ask.
“Mm-mmm~” he says as he pushes my mouth onto his cock.
I can’t help but give him what he wants.
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh, what a way to die
My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name
Building up like waves crashing over my grave
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?
Shoko notices the hickey I tried my hardest to cover
almost immediately.
Deny.
Deny.
Deny.
“The girl I was with wasn’t really as careful as I asked her to be.”
I bluffed, laughing.
Her eyes questioned deeper,
but not her voice.
What if I roll the stone away?
They're gonna crucify me anyway
What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me
They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly
I choose you and me religiously
“You know this can’t last forever Satoru.” He says.
I clench my jaw.
Of course I know that.
Why did he feel the need to bring this up again?
His hands are so gently painting my fingernails black.
It was his way of being intimate without having to admit it.
I secretly loved having any trace of him on me that I could get.
I don’t want to respond to him,
I just want to stay here,
at this moment.
Forever.
I never wanted him to stop holding my hands so preciously.
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh, what a way to die
I keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?
“At least curse at me a little at the very end.”
His smile is still so soft even with blood everywhere.
I just fall to my knees,
eyes filled with traumas no one should have to see.
“If I had noticed…
If I saw how badly it destroyed you…
would it have changed anything?”
I’m speaking before I can think it through.
“Perhaps…” He coughs, breathing sharp,
“But then again… probably not.”
The tears are falling before I can stop them.
“I’m so sorry.”
I can't get my voice above a whisper.
“It’s not your fault, my one and only.”
My one and only…
He sent me "Downtown Lights"
I hadn't heard it in a while
“Satoru.”
The voice of a ghost speaks from behind me and I falter,
if only for a moment.
Suguru…?
I turn.
I’m trapped again,
but this time it’s real.
Is it really so bad to die if it’s at his hands?
Horror written all over my face-
that’s his body, but that isn’t him.
Am I allowed to cry?
My soul knows otherwise…
#~#satosugu#fanfiction#JJK SPOILERS#JUJUTSU KAISEN SPOILERS#am I allowed to cry?#geto#geto suguru#suguru geto#gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#found art on pinterest! if you want credit or want it removed please alert me!!!#I made the banner at the bottom#im so sick guys i fuckin forgot some of the formatting and the 18+ warning 😵💫
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1001
Trailer for Season 2 Of Training Grounds Universe
Warnings: None but it is part of an 18+ AU so NO MINORS
as usual if I missed anything let me know!
Author's Notes: and here, we see the start to a new chapter
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Watching the tears, one by one, fall down the archer’s face broke you. No one ever said this would be easy, this entire dynamic never was. She was staring straight at the ground, sitting in the middle of thrown pillows and knocked over little knick knacks. The silence was worse than any of the fighting that had just ended, you wish she would just yell at you. She needed to say something, fighting meant that there was still some sort of emotion but this was a sign of surrendering to the situation.
The pain in your chest was excruciating, but you knew that it could get worse and that petrifies you. You watch her entire body shake as she tries to take a deep breath and it makes your legs weak, sliding down the wall clumsily behind you. Your body barely hits the ground when she finally looks you dead in the eyes. Her cobalt eyes are cloudy and bloodshot, entire face red and tear stained. “A thousand times over, huh?”
She’s laughing now, a low rumble in her chest as she stares at you. Your mouth moves but no sound comes out, your brain stuck on the sinking feeling in your body as you see every single emotion start to turn off in Kate’s eyes. It’s almost like a little switch as her face settles into a blank expression, tears drying up in the dense silence. The eyes that would tell a million stories, running wild with free flowing emotions, now devoid. She’s standing up, casually brushing off the dust on her dress pants as she hums some nonsensical song to herself.
Stumbling forward you throw yourself at her feet as you feel your entire world crumbling, your foundation shaking and breaking. She barely glances at you, stepping around your flopped body as she begins to clean up. The eyes that you craved on your body, the ones that made you fall in love wouldn’t even look in your direction and it was like a stab to your lungs. You couldn’t even choke on the lack of air, pathetically crawling to try and catch up to her. When the archer pauses in her quiet cleaning to calmly start picking up all her arrows, even restringing the bow she knocked over, you cling to her. Any part of her that you can touch, “Kate please. Please just look at me.” You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for, you just need to see her eyes.
When she finally raises her gaze from the table to you, you’re immediately taken back. The shock that goes through your body makes you choke on a sob that tears through your throat. The warm bright ocean eyes almost felt like a stranger’s, icecaps freezing over the waves. It leaves your jaw slack, and you can’t even move as she walks across the room–away from you. For the first time you see what all her enemies, and competitors, would say about her. The darkness in her eyes that loomed in their nightmares, for that would be yours forevermore. The walls you two built were wrecked, crumbled beneath you and you were standing in the middle of the wreckage as the rest of the life you built fell around you.
You just pitifully watch as she moves around the apartment, picking things up and pocketing a couple items. Moving in a circle so that you can keep her in your sights, shaking but you can feel the numbness from the cold in the room settling into your bones.The pit in your stomach drops when she picks up a backpack, slipping some clothes and a couple of personal items into it. Your brain is screaming at yourself to move, to beg her to stay, but your body won’t budge. Frozen in your spot because you know you caused this, it was your fault and you no longer had the right to beg her to stay.
Nothing in your body is making sense and you know that you’re drowning, but you're finally stumbling forward as she starts to cross the room to the front door. She’s turning around, the door just cracked open behind her. Your hands are shaking as you try to reach out to her but she pulls back just out of your reach. She’s holding something out to you, waiting, and you almost want to leave her hanging; but you never could truly say no to her.
The key to the apartment plops into your palm, cold and heavy as it sits as a silent reminder of the inevitable. You watch her face, begging your mind to commit every single detail into your mind; burning each small thing you know about her into your soul. Her lips come together slowly, a high pitched whistle as Kate calls out to Lucky but he just whines crawling under the couch. Her blank face breaks momentarily, a flash of hurt that burns you. You want to drag him out from his hiding spot, force him to go with the archer but you know that it isn’t what she would want.
The sound of her clearing her throat drags you back out of your dark mind, and you watch her composure build back as she lets the leash dangle across your fingers where they still hover in the air. After what feels like a lifetime she finally looks at you, her eyes scanning over your entire body slowly. Her calloused hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and you lean heavily into it. The warmth is something you try to let sink into your bones, let your soul soak it up. “The apartment is paid off, and the utilities are auto paid through the company so no worries there. His food comes twice a month, always on Wednesdays so you’ll have to drag that inside.” Her voice doesn’t even sound the same and you want to scream, you need to hear her voice. You nuzzle into her hand, trying to ask for what you want but the words won’t come. She’s smiling now, at you, and it shatters every single cell in your body. It’s not her smile and you know that you caused that, you caused her smile to change and you can’t hold the floodgate anymore.
Your tears are soaking her hand, and even now her thumb is wiping them away. Her scent overwhelms your senses and you just want to collapse into her arms, ignoring everything that just happened. The tips of her hair tickle you as she leans in, her lips burn a mark into your cheek as she lets them linger there for a moment. The pressure is something that you will never be able to forget, the way her bottom lip swipes against the round of your cheekbone as she pulls away.
Kate is turning now, slipping out of the door only her hand reaching back in to grab the bow and quiver that she had left leaning against the wall. The click echoes throughout the cold room as the lock engages, the last sound you hear her make as she walks away. Your body is stuck in the same spot, arm out holding the leash and key. You’re unsure how long you stand there like that, but Lucky has trotted his way over to you. Sitting next to you as you both stand there, naively waiting for the archer’s return.
It’s only when the sun sets, the apartment almost completely in the dark sans a single glow somewhere, that you finally move. Slow and on autopilot you turn, setting the leash and key on the table near the door. You aren’t even aware as you open the coat closet door, slipping one of the purple hoodies over your frame–relishing in the soft overly large warmth like it was a normal day. It’s only when you head to the kitchen to make Lucky his dinner that you see it. There on the island, illuminated with the hanging lights, sits the rich purple velvet box that holds the most beautiful thing you ever laid your eyes on.
It was a beautiful night, you were out with the five most important people in your life and you couldn’t be happier. A gorgeous private piece of land that your girlfriend had rented out to have a fun drive in movie night with a huge picnic layout. Kate had asked you casually, not one to make a huge deal when she thought you would be more comfortable with just a cute night. She said everything she had ever done in her life was to win, to beat something, but not you. You were the one thing in her life that she wanted to hide away, not gloat over and not let the world see because you were the most precious thing in her life. Most of the others looked shocked, but not you. You had dreamt about this from the moment the archer had said she wanted to kiss you.
She didn’t want an answer though, not yet. She wanted you to think about it, stating that she got to plan this entire thing out and talk it out with others. Kate, always the one to think everything through, wanted you to have that time. She wanted you to be able to have a little bit to think about it, not because she thought you would say no but because she wanted you to have that same giddy feeling she did. She never thought someone at that picnic would pull you to the side. She never could have planned for one of the people she invited to one of the most important moments of her life to tell you that if you wanted to keep them in your life you had to say no.
Kate had thought it through, nothing about marriage broke any rules and she believed that everything in the dynamic could continue to grow even with rings and a new last name. It all made sense in her brain, but she had overheard your conversation. She hadn’t meant to but she was looking for you because Carson wanted to take pictures. She heard you stumbling through questioning, stumbling through agreeing.
You didn’t want to lose anyone and maybe one day you could say yes to Kate, but right now you weren’t sure if you could. It didn’t start a fight immediately, it didn’t gauge a reaction right then. The group sensed a weird vibe and decided to all go separate ways, leaving the two of you to head home. It was silent the entire ride home, just the hum of the car as it sped down the road. Usually the two of you would make out in the back of the car, it was your favorite thing to do anytime the CEO used her driver, but today you sat quietly looking out different windows.
The silence continued even as the two of you got ready for bed, Lucky climbing on the bed to curl up in between you. Nothing but a mumbled goodnight exchanged as you both lay on your sides, facing away from each other, awake all night. You thought when the sun rose again that maybe everything would be okay. You could talk to Kate and maybe fix everything, but how could you tell her that you weren’t picking her. How could you hurt her and go back to normal after? You knew it was impossible but also marriage would mess up the dynamic as it sits now, right?
A yip shakes you out of your thoughts as you realize you were standing at the entrance of the kitchen still, zoned out as your unfocused eyes stare at the ring box. Lucky is pawing at the box that holds his food and you sigh, you couldn’t break down yet. You get him fed and take him out for a long walk to tire him out. It’s later that night after you mindlessly tried to get your homework done and you’re curled up in the empty cold bed with the boy curled up at the bottom that you let your body break. Silent sobs wracking through you, violently tumbling out of your throat as they choke you. You let your mind and soul shatter, curled up in the sheets that still smell like Kate and dressed from head to toe in the clothes she left. The cold metal wrapped around your finger overwhelms you as your body finally gives into the exhaustion, thoughts of what if haunting your dreams.
#kitmoas writes#k: training grounds#wanda maximoff#kate bishop#marvel fanfiction#natasha romanoff#marvel wlw#wandanat#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#natasha romanoff x reader
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Bend or Break : The Tipping Point
[Because people seem REALLY interested, here’s how Bend or Break would go if I made it a full fic.
Some details : in this AU, the timeline is (probably) much longer than in the actual movie; it takes several weeks for Mario to actually reach a decent fighting level, and as long for Luigi to get better at his own skills. Bowser takes over at least one other kingdom before reaching the Mushroom Kingdom.
Fair warning, it does not get better.
[EDIT] What happens in the meantime : The Strain ]
*
Technically, Luigi is free to leave.
Bowser has assured him so, and as the days go by, Luigi is more and more inclined to believe the king’s word above other’s.
Luigi’s cell isn’t locked anymore, he’s free to wander the castle except in some specific parts (fair, he guesses, given this is a military campaign after all), and if he were to ask to leave, no one would stop him. But they’re above the middle of the ocean, days away from the nearest land. Even if he made it there with a Clown Car or by swimming (Bowser asks him with a chuckle if humans can breathe underwater), he doesn’t know if he could survive the dangers of this world alone (he still wakes up at night feeling bony jaws chomping at his legs). So he stays, and tries to convince himself it’s only out of necessity.
Bowser has promised him that as long as Mario comes for Luigi, and Luigi alone, he would not harm him, and Luigi would be free to go with him.
So Luigi holds onto hope a little longer. He tries to not think about the king’s comforting presence in his darkest hour.
He’s kept updated about reports. Summoned to the throne room for everything new about Mario.
He’s in the Mushroom Kingdom (and he tries again and again and again to get strong enough to leave).
He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom (and Peach tries desperately to find allies because as strong as Mario is becoming, he won’t be enough against an army)
He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom (and he’s breaking down slowly)
He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he’s taking part in a local festival (Toad dragged Mario by force, begging him to at least relax one night, arguing that "you should know what to show to your brother once we’ve freed him!” and only Mario’s affection for his friend made him relent).
He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom, but rumour says he’s about to leave (Peach knows where to find allies, but it will be a long road. She has her first real argument with Mario when she tells him of her plan)
When Luigi learns Mario left with the Princess for another kingdom, on the opposite direction of the Darklands, he stops asking about reports. He stops talking about Mario altogether.
In the meantime, he has first grown weary and bitter. Snappish. He even talks back to Bowser, to everyone’s shock and horror, and maybe he’s just trying to give him a reason to hurt him so Luigi doesn’t have to think about the harshest pain he ever lived through. Instead, Bowser laughs and praises his bravery. This is what drew him to the human in the first place, he says : that beneath his frail and weak appearance, there’s a will, a fire that only needs to ignite.
Luigi doesn’t know if he believes him. But he finds himself craving the king’s approval. He wants to prove himself worth of the attention. Bowser’s words have wormed themselves in his brain and he wants to show his value beyond his brother’s shadow. By the time he stops asking about his brother, he has started offering his services to his benefactor. He throws himself into work, first as a plumber, as he always did with Mario, but he finds himself a knack for engineering, and he works, and he trains, and he does everything to earn the praise of the king. By pulling his own weight, on top of being favoured by the king, Luigi endears himself to the troops and for the first time of his life Luigi is not “Someone’s Brother”. He is...himself. And it both terrifies, depresses and delights him.
At some point, Bowser tempts him with the offer of sending a message to Mario. On his word, he swears he will make sure Luigi’s brother would get it.
The temptation is so strong.
But what if Mario doesn’t answer?
What if his answer is what Luigi fears the most ?
So he declines the offer. He feels disgust at himself for his own cowardice, but he can’t bring himself to take that step and risk hurting himself more.
Bowser has grown fond of the human, in his own way. The more Luigi turns himself into a loyal subject, the more possessive Bowser feels of him. He is very, very careful as well : if Luigi came to learn the whole truth, he would definitely break, and Bowser realises he has no uses for a broken weapon, when he could shape this human into the perfect minion. How sincere he is in his intentions is left to the reader’s discretion.
But he makes sure Luigi feels at home. He's acting soft, gentle even, always threatening (the day Bowser doesn’t instil fear by his very presence is the day he needs to die) but in the way of a dragon protecting his hoard :
I can keep you safe. I’ll never abandon you. Be mine, and you’ll be the most precious of my treasures.
Luigi loses himself into these promises. He savours the attention of the king, he seeks his presence, he offers him the best he has to give. He melts under his touch and relishes in his affection.
And slowly, bit by bit, Luigi grows into a new man.
*
Meanwhile, Mario is falling apart.
Guilt has been eating him alive for months.
He should have held on just a bit more. He shouldn’t have insisted to explore this underground complex. He shouldn’t have decided to form their own business and find themselves strapped on cash to the point of getting reckless.
He should have held on Luigi’s hand just a bit more. Just a bit stronger.
Now he’s feeling guilty for taking so long. For not being better. He should be better, he has to be better.
War is brewing on the horizon and Peach is looking for solutions everywhere, but he knows she counts on him more than anyone. He can’t let her down. She wants to help him find his brother, and they need allies for that.
He feels so angry at everything. At himself. At Peach, for being the reasonable one with so many people depending on her. At Toad, for being a good friend that nothing can keep down even in the worst circumstances. At Bowser. At every kingdom Peach contacts that answers with a refusal, preferring to submit to the Koopa King rather than face his wrath.
And at some point, he starts feeling angry at Luigi too.
Maybe it’s his only way to not drive himself mad with guilt. But insidious thoughts start slipping into his brain, and he can’t make them go away.
Why couldn’t Luigi hold on just a little bit more ? Wasn’t Mario as terrified in that warp zone? Why did Mario have to make most of the effort, to be the one to find the words to comfort his brother, why did he have to be the one to keep them together ??
Why does he always have to make efforts?? He has always looked after Luigi, always kept him around, he has never allowed himself to be apart from his brother longer than necessary -and Luigi never minded, didn’t he ? Always taking him for granted and being content with Mario looking after him, taking every decision, dealing with the consequences of both brothers’ mistakes.
He’s ashamed of these thoughts. He keeps them buried inside, swirling in his brain as he works himself ragged. He doesn’t dare to burden his friends with them, not when they’re doing everything they can to help him. He knows these thoughts are wrong. But they help him feel other emotions than sadness and guilt.
So he let them fester inside his heart.
*
When the brothers meet again, on the battlefield between two armies, it is a disaster.
Months of pent up stress, anger and resentment boil up to the surface and explode without any restraint.
Luigi is furious. He has waited weeks, months for Mario to come, and he never did.He had to survive, he had to find a way to be something without his brother. He was getting better. He was starting to be happy. And now Mario shows up and is trying to rip apart everything he has built, his stability, his protector, and for what? For everything to return to normal? Back to a life where Luigi is nothing more than Mario’s shadow? As if nothing happened? As if Mario didn’t give up on him??
Mario, for his part, is enraged. All these months of stress and guilt, all these wounds to train like a beast and manage to get back to bis brother, all the sleepless nights haunted by Luigi’s scream as he drifted away in the warp zone, only to find out he has been alive, healthy, happy all this time, and cosying up with the tyrant terrorising the kingdoms ??
They exchange angry, hurtful words, cruel insults they regret the moment they come out of their months but are afraid to take back. They can’t stop, they know they’re going too far but they can’t help themselves, this has been brewing inside both of them for too long and now they have to get it out, escalating to the point of violence.
Bowser has a vicious, delighted smirk when Luigi throws the first punch, aiming it at Peach (which he has grown to hate without having met her, for keeping his brother away) and prompting an instinctive protective reaction from Mario -which only enrages both brothers more. It devolves into a vicious brawl, an awful spectacle of anger and violence where there should have been a heartfelt reunion.
When both armies are forced to withdrawn, each monarch dragging their champion away, both brothers are devastated. They never meant to say any of these words, they feel horrified at the wounds they left on each other. They want to take it back, all of it.
They both fear they have gone too far for the other to ever forgive them.
Bowser comforts Luigi, soothes his sadness and strokes his anger toward Peach. If she had not insisted on resisting Bowser, if she had accepted her fate, Mario wouldn’t have had a reason to fight Luigi. Even now, he’s staying by her side because she won’t stop until Bowser is dead. And Luigi realises, he doesn’t want Bowser dead. He wants his brother back, and his king to reign supreme.
Peach, as much as she cares about Mario, has trouble seeing Luigi as his own person. She’s aware he is one, but she mostly considers him as Mario’s goal, his motivation. And clearly, if he has joined with Bowser, that means he is either not quite sound of mind or too dangerous to reason with. She insists to Mario that this is why they have to stop Bowser -because Luigi won’t leave his side as long as he’s alive. And Mario believes her, because if he doesn’t, he’ll fall apart.
What should have been a climactic battle soon turns into a long, harrowing campaign, as both brothers have now the same goal in mind: to get the other back by winning the war. No matter the price.
#super mario bros#mario movie#bowuigi#a bit between the lines#Ista writes#my writing#my stuff#Bend or Break#no kidding writing this left me a wreck and now I can't wait to go back writing silly wholesome shenanigans#but if you have questions about this AU. I still have ideas.#Might even write separate snippets if I get around it someday
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The Mistress
Harry Gardner x fem!reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: smut (blowjob), cheating, sex in a public bathroom literally while his family is in the other room (who am i)
Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long! I feel like I went with the slightly creepy route straight into a bj lmao so I hope you like it. I don’t know how I feel lmaoo
Requested by anon, Happy to hear you're doing well, hun! I'm so excited to see your upcoming pieces because these most recent two are absolute gems 💗(I'm a big GTA and RE fan what can I saw I was overjoyed to see them 🤭)
Don't mind me with another Harry request (my sincere apologies, I'm obsessed 😌) I had this potentially spicy plot in mind - Harry x fem!reader. When he sees her being flirty with someone but cannot let his jealousy show since his wife is like RIGHT there. But still makes sure to let her know how much she upset him later on 😉 Take your time with this sweetie and if you don't feel like writing it that's totally ok too! 🤗 Thank you for gracing this site with your lovely works and making my day with them as well. Take care and have a wonderful day/night ~ Addie ❤
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
Harry’s love for his wife was obligatory. The love he had for her was necessary, to keep their family going. He had created a space where he could comfortably do his job and be seen as successful. He had the wife, the house, and the kid. He had the room to grow and the means to do it.
But you…you were not a want. You were a need. You were alluring in his worst times, gorgeous in his best. He could watch you move for hours and wonder what it was about you that entranced him. He could picture you from the bed as you slipped your clothes on and the memory filled his entire eyesight. He could see nothing else but you when you were there.
You were like one of the people he wrote about. You were unreal. He couldn’t live without you now.
“You’re starring,” your voice broke him from his thoughts. Sometimes he forgot you were actually there. You sat on the side of the bed, arms moving with grace down to your feet. You put your socks on, side eyeing him. “Everything alright?”
“Uh huh.” He was in a shitty motel with sheets that he knew hadn’t been washed in far too long.
“H?” You sat up straight. He grabbed your hand, shaking his head.
“I’m fine,” he promised. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly.
“You have to get back.” The time schedule he was on was brutal. Sometimes he wondered if the life he had was even worth all this. Couldn’t he just live here with you forever? The misery of his demonic child and his never ending wife seemed like a hell he had trapped himself in. When had he wanted that? “Henry.”
“I’m here. I swear. I just don’t want to leave you.” Your face read the emotions he was feeling. You didn’t want to leave either but someone had to. If this thing was to be sustainable, you had to go.
“I never thought I’d be here you know,” you muttered. Even your voice sounded melodic. “In bed with a married man. Jesus. What would my mother say?” He felt a pang of guilt but not for the person who he should’ve. He had put you in this position. You could’ve been living a life with a free man, someone to show you off to the world. Instead you were in shitty hotels by the ocean, the salt coming in through broken window frames.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shook your head.
“It’s alright. We’re in this boat together, hm?” He grabbed your hand and held it. The hand that had just been all over him, the hand that had felt every inch of his body. You must have been thinking about it too because you kissed him gently. A goodbye kiss. He wanted to curse, to beg you to stay. He didn’t.
“I need to write you into a story,” he said against your lips.
“Oh yeah? The girl who never got what she wanted?”
“The girl who could get whatever she desired.”
“That sounds better than my thing.” You smiled gently. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, a promise he was sure to keep. He hoped he wouldn’t see you around town before that, for the sake of his life. For the sake of yours! You stood up. “I’m excited to read what you write me into. Hopefully a better situation than this.”
You thought about the character of you and envied her. You would be her one day, you hoped.
-
She was like fire if it never spread. Her silence was dangerous, the presence of her was terrifying. Electrifying was an understatement. She was the lightning that made electricity. She was the origin, the start, the very being that could bring down trees with a touch. She was-
“What’re you writing?” Doris’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His initial reaction scared him a bit and he tried to be more caring.
“Nothing. Nothing, I don’t think anyway.” He shut his computer.
“Are we still going out to dinner?”
“Yes. Yeah, sorry, time got away from me.” He got up from the chair. Doris was standing beside Alma who had her coat and shoes on already. She was giving Harry a look of disinterest, similar to her mothers. But Doris at least tried to cover it with a feign emotion, one he couldn’t grasp. “Coming.”
They piled into the car and were quickly arriving at a small diner. The small diners in Provincetown were stereotypical and uninteresting. There was little local color and little locals. He saw you the second he walked in, like you had attracted his eyes like a magnet. You were sitting at the counter, a milkshake between your hands. Your hair fell in front of your eyes a bit as a smile played on your face. His eyes followed to the waiter you were speaking to. A man about your age, sharing your smile. The jealousy in him was surprising. He didn’t own you.
But he wanted to.
You hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe he could convince Doris to leave and go somewhere else.
“Right here. You’re the newer family right? Big house on the water?” Their waitress said, gesturing to the table. Doris had been speaking and he hadn’t even noticed.
“Yes ma’am,” Harry responded.
“We don’t get lots of visitors here, except for the writers.”
“My husbands the writer,” Doris explained. At the mention of the topic, you turned your head ever so slightly. Your eyes locked for just a moment, zero panic in your face. It was like you didn’t even know him. You turned your head back to the waiter behind the counter.
“What kinds of things do you write?” the waitress asked.
“Screenplays.”
“Anything I’ve seen?”
“Not yet,” Doris promised. You were too distracting. He couldn’t stay here with you. His phone buzzed and he knew it was you. He checked it obsessively, turning it towards him so that Doris and Alma couldn’t see.
I’m sorry, you texted. He didn’t answer.
“Can I get you started with some waters?”
His eyes flickered to you. Smiling at the waiter, a gentle comradery. It made him sick.
“Yes please,” Doris said. She watched him and his discomfort but couldn’t find the source of it. The waitress left, leaving them alone, without a buffer between him and you. He opened up his phone again, staring at the message. You should leave. Why weren’t you leaving? “Everything okay?”
He couldn’t hear what you were saying but he could see your hand brushing the waiters. Closer to your age, likely not married. Attainable. You could have something attainable. He glanced at Doris and nodded curtly.
“I just need to go to the bathroom.” He got up, loudly. She scoffed, nodding.
“Okay.” He pushed past you. Your eyes followed him as he turned the corner. You looked back at the waiter.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little girls room.” You slid off the stool with a small smile and left your milkshake. You turned the corner and knocked on the men's bathroom door. It opened quickly. It was the type of bathroom that was private, without stalls. Just two rooms.
Harry grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. He shut the door and locked it behind you.
“I didn’t know you would be here,” you argued. He was standing so close to you, practically pining you to the door.
“Who was that?”
“Who was who?”
“Don’t act coy,” he spat. You had never seen him so angry, jealousy practically dripping from his eyes.
“The waiter? He’s a friend.”
“That all?”
“Harry, we can't do this right now. Your family is outside. Come on, we’ll talk later.” You made no movement. He starred, at you, at your features, the ones he could always find comfort in. He grabbed your wrist. “Harry?”
“Get on your knees.”
You raised an eyebrow but the look in his eyes was too alluring to argue. He was usually gentle and guiding through sex, always careful with you even when he was rougher. You didn’t mind the demanding tone in his voice. You slinked down the door, onto your knees. You looked up at him.
He was gazing down at you, his hand cupping your chin. You waited to see what he would do. Was he being so daring because his family was out there? Had you crossed a line neither of you had dared to verbalize?
You put your hands on his waistband. He nodded, ushering you along. You undid his belt and fought with his jeans to pull them down. It didn’t take long for him to get hard at the adrenaline of the moment and you sitting before him. You pumped with your hand, staring up at him still.
You wanted to tell him the waiter meant nothing. But actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped your lips around him, eyes locked, a glaze over his. He was staring at you like you were a meal. As you moved up and down, bobbing your head back and forth, he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He started to guide you more forcefully, a jealousy lacing his touch.
You came up for air as minimally as you could. He lasted too long. His family was going to miss him. They would see your lone milkshake and wonder which of you would leave first. There weren’t enough people in this diner to not connect the dots.
His precum was drooling down your chin. He wanted to fuck you. He knew he didn’t have time. Instead he let you make him cum, swallowing everything you could, making an erotic gagging noise as you did so. His moans came out muffled but clear, head tilted back in pleasure.
You wiped your mouth, leaning your head against the door.
“Feel better?” you asked. He scoffed. He helped you up, catching you as you stumbled. He kissed you, tasting himself among your lips. He could stay here with you forever and starve happily. “You go out first,” you muttered. “I’ve gotta wash up.”
He nodded. He stared at you for a moment longer, brushing your hair out of your face. You locked eyes and the intimacy filled up the bathroom. You wanted to kiss him again but knew you had no time. You would have to let him go, just this once.
“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath.
“Anytime H.” You slithered away from him. “Pull your pants up and go back to your family.”
#harry gardner x reader#harry gardner x fem!reader#american horror story imagines#harry gardner imagines#spicy tag#ahs imagines#american horror story fanfiction
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𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 | 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻
𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: smut & fantasy
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k
𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, mermaids to humans, best friends to lovers trope, virgins, both of you are clueless yet horny, experimenting with touch and other sensations, nipple play, oral (both receiving), penetration, messy kisses.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: it’s giving little mermaid gone wild. no, seriously. this is the same exact plot and everything just… with sum sex.
and before you yell at me! they technically don’t speak
… is this allowed? 🫣
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father warned you about the dangers of the human world. they were malicious and vile up there. greedy, selfish and cruel.
but you couldn’t help but to be so in awe of all of it.
their trinkets and doo-dads, cheers and laughter, touches of affection, the way they walked on those… what are they called again?
you didn’t understand why father was so stubborn about it. he was so protective and controlling over you.
his strict rules made your curiosity even more intense. it’s like there were two sides of your brain fighting against each other.
one side wanted to obey father. he was much older and wiser, which meant he knew what he was talking about. and he was only so overbearing because of how much he loved and cared for you.
but the other side? it craved rebellion and adventure. it dared you to push the limits, swim a few feet closer to the surface, poke a finger or two out. just a little taste.
you loved collecting their lost items. they were like treasure. you didn’t understand how they operated, but that didn’t stop you from searching for new additions to your display everyday.
they were all so special and precious. you’d spend hours delicately caressing and admiring them as you hummed melodies to yourself.
you knew it was dangerous and that father would be upset, but that never stopped you before.
and that’s why you were here; standing before the evil sea queen herself, making a bargain.
that bargain, you may ask? your voice.
your voice that all of the seven seas knew and adored, that soothed any sad or aching heart, that filled the area with joy and peace.
and in exchange for what? a chance to be human.
you could only imagine how terribly upset father would be. the pain would be agonizing knowing that you could betray him in such a way.
but you needed this. you needed to be apart of the world you so desperately craved. you needed to feel the happiness your heart was long deprived of.
“sing!” she commands, sucking your angelic voice into the shell around her neck.
even if you wanted to go back, it was too late now.
you were terrified, but so desperate.
you look over to your best friend, jeongin. you can feel your heart ache as he experiences the same pain you’re going through.
he didn’t ask for this. he was always so, so good. always did what he was told to. made sacrifices to make everyone else happy.
you had met at such a young age and immediately grew close after discovering you both had a passion and talent for singing.
your parents loved to put the two of you together at gatherings and have you sing for all of your fellow merpeople and creatures.
and you loved him so dearly. as if he was your own brother. you could always count on him to be there for you and your shenanigans, fearfully following you into dangerous and abandoned places the ocean had deteriorated, reminding you of how upset your father will be and the risks of getting injured.
it must have drove him crazy the way you never listened, but he continued to watch out for you with a full and patient heart none the less.
when you told him of your plan to see the wicked sea queen, he begged for you not to. tugging at and pleading you not to go through with it. how she would find a way to make it unfair and cause harm to you.
as much as it broke you to see him so distraught, you couldn’t keep living this unfulfilling life. hoping and wondering what it could be like. feeling left out under the weight of the great sea.
so he jumped in too, sacrificing his all just so you wouldn’t have to be alone.
lights flash and bubbles whirl as you feel your body thrash around and change.
the sound of her despicable laugh fills your ears.
your eyes widen as your throat begins to close and you struggle to breathe. you swim upwards in a panic.
but moving around had never felt this hard before.
the pressure was unbearable as you fought your way to the top.
you start to become hazy, weak and fall behind before you feel jeongin grab onto you and pull you along with him.
the light shining down brings you peace and hope as you get closer and closer to your sweet escape.
the two of you break through the surface, coughing and panting as you both try and catch your breath.
you take this time to look around.
it was unbelievable.
a gorgeous sunny day, gentle waves crashing at the shore line, birds squawking as they roam the area.
you can see large boxes with translucent cutouts that the humans peered out of not so far out. that must be what they call their home.
the smell of something delicious causes you to inhale deeply through your nose as you imagine the different and interesting new type of cuisine you’d discover.
you turn back to jeongin, attempting to speak before smiling as you cover your mouth once realizing no words could come out.
he stares down into the water, a reminiscent look on his face.
you sigh as you move closer to him.
he raises both eyebrows and looks up once feeling your hands on either side of his face.
you smile warmly as you look into his eyes and place your forehead against his, hoping he can feel your appreciation even though you can’t verbally express it.
he gives you a soft smile as he grabs onto your wrists, relaxing into your touch as he exhales.
you stay like that for a moment before pointing to the shore and giving him an excited look.
he holds up a hand, signaling for you to wait a moment as he pulled himself up onto a rock poking out of the water.
you jump and widen your eyes as your gaze travels lower.
he no longer had his usual emerald green tail that curled and swayed behind him as he swam.
it was exchanged with a long and delicate looking replacement that was the same color as the rest of his skin. except for the top that was a blush pink.
you had never seen anything like it in your life.
and even though it was something entirely new to you, you felt excited as you admired it.
he furrows his brows as he looks down, letting out a gasp before covering himself.
you place your hand on top of his, shaking your head.
he gives you a questioning look.
you nod.
he hesitantly moves his hand, showing you the wet and soft organ.
you rub your lips together as you experience this intense feeling for the first time ever.
you touch it gently with the pads of your fingers, causing him to hiss.
you quickly look up to him in a panic. he lets out a shaky breath and nods his head, letting you know he’s okay.
you continue your movements, gently poking, caressing, and squeezing as you take it in.
the member in front of you becomes firm in your hand before standing taller, causing the two of you to gasp and widen your eyes.
you quickly let it go.
was this part of the queen’s plan? was it some sort of magic? how could it change so suddenly?
the two of you give each other nervous looks before you slowly reach your hand out again.
he lets out a deeper groan this time as your fingers brush against it. he jerks his hips upwards, causing the tip of the new phenomenon to gently slap against your lips.
you feel a jolt run throughout your body.
you wanted more.
you swallow deeply before grabbing it once more, this time wrapping your hand around the whole thing.
he bites his lip as he closes his eyes.
you take it into your mouth and shove it all the way in, choking before quickly pulling away.
he cries out as his entire body flinches.
you place your hand over your pounding chest as you try to catch your breath.
maybe you just needed to go slower.
he looks down at you with a shocked expression.
you smile up at him, feeling excited that you could make him feel so good.
it was the least you could do after all he’s done for you.
you lick your lips before grabbing onto the sensitive area and entering it into your mouth, making sure not to go too fast this time.
he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes tightly shut as you take him further and further down your throat, stopping before it got too uncomfortable again.
you stay still as you savor the full feeling in your mouth.
he whines softly as he wiggles his hips.
you furrow your brows. was it not satisfying enough for him?
he bucks his hips up, causing you to cough.
now you understood.
you begin to slowly move your head up and down, feeling the tip of it brushing against every inch of your throat. you try your best to suppress any upcoming gags.
the touch of your hand to his thigh causes goosebumps to decorate its surface.
you become more used to and comfortable with the new and vulnerable feeling, picking up the pace.
he sucks in a sharp breath.
you feel your own saliva pooling in your mouth as you embrace the somewhat painful chokes and gags his member causes as you proceed with the bobbing movement of your head.
moans of yours vibrate off of his shaft as you feel a deep and tingly feeling in the pit of your core.
you had never experienced anything like this before.
jeongin pants quickly as he begins to squirm and twitch, grabbing onto your hand that was still gently placed upon his wet skin.
you feel his member throb in your mouth.
a warm and white liquidy substance spills from the corner of your lips as he groans loudly, shaking intensely as you continue.
you pull away with a loud pop before spitting into the water.
the two of you look at one another with wide eyes and smiles as you stare down at the sticky and runny mess jeongin had made.
he closes his eyes as slowly exhales.
you admire his face as it softens into a relaxed look.
he was so handsome like this. the bright sun shining down on him, placing a golden hue upon his pale skin. his blonde hair that had now dried and begun to frizz out slightly, making him look so precious.
he looks down at you, tilting his head to the side as he furrows his brows.
you do the same, looking down.
two full and round balls lay placed upon your chest, smaller and darker buds in the center of them.
you gasp softly as you look up to jeongin, noticing that he didn’t have them. his chest was flat and firm.
he rubs his lips together before biting them as his eyes stay fixated on the sight in front of him.
he gives you a hesitant look.
you smile bashfully before nodding.
he slowly reaches out to the mounds on your chest, squeezing lightly into the flesh.
you moan, throwing your head back as you grab onto his arm.
he kneads the skin for a few moments longer before moving towards the hard and erect nubs.
you let out a choked cry as he rubs them in between his fingers.
waves of electricity flow throughout your body as you gasp and moan.
breathing felt like an almost impossible task.
in the midst of your pleasure, you feel his hands grab onto your arms, causing you to give him a questioning look.
he pulls you up, a slight gasp slipping past your lips as he places you onto his lap, immediately attaching his mouth to your tingling chest.
you moan and wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him further into you.
he goes back and forth from each breast, squeezing and fondling whichever one he isn’t sucking.
he reaches down, attempting to please you the way you did him, halting his fixation on your bosoms once realizing something was different.
you give him a confused look as he pulls away.
he chews on the inside of his cheek as he tries to understand what he’s looking at.
before you could explore and examine the area yourself, he switches your positions, laying you on your back as he dips back into the water.
he spreads your legs, eyes widening at his discovery.
a wet and dripping hole with swollen and puffy lips surrounding it.
he lets out a shaky breath, immediately licking a stripe up your slit.
you let out a squeak as you look down, not expecting it at all. you try to see what he’s seeing.
he begins to ravish you with his tongue, an instinctual feeling coming over him as he laps up your juices that squirt out onto his face.
you thrash around as you tug at his hair and whine out desperately.
this was an entirely new feeling and experience for you.
you had never felt such a strong physical reaction before. the involuntary twitches and shakes overwhelming you as you took the unknown sensation in.
he stops and stares at your heat with intrigue before looking up at you.
you sit up slightly, tilting your head to the side in a questioning way.
he gives you a small smile that lets you know he’s had an idea.
he pulls himself back onto the rock, picking you up and resuming your previous position on top of him.
the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, the reality of what was happening finally setting in.
it was something completely taboo to the both of you, but it was obvious how much you were enjoying it.
he bites his lip nervously before looking down at your opposite sexes.
he wraps an arm around your torso, lifting you up before taking his member and lining it up at your entrance.
before you can give him another confused look, he pushes in, causing you to gasp as you dig your nails into his shoulders.
his mouth gapes open as he places a firm grip on your hips.
as if your body knew what it was supposed to be doing, you lift yourself up before slamming back down onto him.
he moans as he throws his head back.
you quickly bounce on his hard dick, feeling as if the wind was being knocked out of you every time it hit that gummy spot inside of you.
hot tears race down your cheeks as you continue to ride him.
you tilt his head upwards to face you, looking into his eyes as you cry.
he places one hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he caresses your skin reassuringly.
you let out a high pitched squeal as feel your tummy begin to form a tight ball.
this causes you to move yourself up and down faster, making him moan even louder.
you once again can feel the twitch and movement of him inside of you just like when he was in your mouth.
he begins to buck up into you, digging into the soft flesh of your ass and surely leaving marks.
the ball in the pit of your stomach snaps, causing you to scream as you begin to spasm on dick.
he gasps before releasing as well, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his vision goes in and out.
you slow your movements once your high passes.
you blink a few times as you try to take in everything, chest rising quickly.
jeongin looks up to you, smiling bashfully.
you do the same.
he removes himself from your shoulder, sitting up straight as his eyes melt into yours.
you become shy and break the eye contact.
he redirects your gaze back onto him, slowly leaning in to capture your lips with his own.
it was messy and full of teeth and spit, but it made you happy.
happy to know that you could experience something so magical and powerful together.
so intense.
you smile at him before pulling him into an embrace.
maybe the love you had for jeongin wasn’t so much like one for a brother or someone dear. it was clear he meant so much more to you.
you couldn’t imagine being without him. he would always be your guidance and peace. comfort and reassurance.
and little did you know, he had always felt the exact same way about you.
the two of you slowly regulate your breathing as you hold onto each other, staring out into the beautiful distance, the sun setting and casting a gorgeous orangey pink tint to the world around you, sending you into a deep and love filled sleep.
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TW - very heavy themes, consent always matters. Just some words from my brain, its long, read if you like.
His hand fit so comfortably around her throat. The warmth of this palm cradled against her soft skin and his fingers hugged against the sides just a breath too tightly. The way her throat bulged against him sent a wave of fear through her body, like the sensation you get just before falling over in a dream. She had only tried to swallow, but her mind had chosen that particular moment to remind her that when you swallow, you can’t breathe. That half a second had felt like an entire minute. She felt insignificantly small, and couldn’t even bear the thought of looking up at him. What was worse, she realised, was that he could see it. He could smell it dripping off of her. She rained with shame and he was dancing in it with that disgusting smile on his face. She wanted that smile. But then she’d have to look.
He shifted closer, his aftershave not far behind. It brushed against her nostrils before settling back into the soft scents of the candle, still burning on the mantelpiece. He hadn’t moved much, but somehow his boot still nestled itself into a different angle between her thighs. As she rocked her hips forward to grind on it again it stole a noise straight off her lips, like a desperate little mouse. She heard him laugh then. A rumbling whisper. Her eyes were still closed, but she felt them rolling in her head. It had been days of this game and tonight, her body was betraying her. She couldn't help it, her need overwhelmed her shame enough for her eyes to flick open. She got exactly what she wanted. That smug smile was painted so cruelly across his face, his eyes had been waiting for her too. It coaxed another pathetic sound from her as her body gushed with want. She could feel it against her underwear each time she leaned hard against his boot. Her eyes were already closed again, but the way he took a gentle breath in told her he was about to speak.
“Thaaat's a good girl.” She could have sworn there was an audible pop in her mind, like a whole suit of armour drifting silently to the floor, leaving her naked and bare. She could hear her own voice in response, but didn't remember the decision to use it. A drawn out moan followed by a single word. A simple “oh god” drowning in desperation. She could hear his smile return. His fingers drifted along the skin of her neck, snaking around the back of her head to grab a fistful of her hair.
“God? Are you praying, sweetheart?” His voice like distant thunder. He was so close she could feel the warmth of him on her cheek. She made another pathetic attempt to speak but no words came. “You're leaking your sins all over my boot.” Her body shuddered with embarrassment, her cheeks hot, sweat beading everywhere on her body.
“Please.” She begged. It was so close. If she were inches closer she could reach out and snatch it from the air, force her body to obey. But her body had betrayed her, and now he held all the strings. He could see exactly how close she was and those extra few inches were an entire ocean of intent. Then like the tide his boot drew back.
In an instant the world slammed back around her. The smell of the candle and his aftershave, even a little of herself, hung in the air. The mixture of shame and lingering need throbbed deeply in her tummy.
“No! Please!” She clawed at his leg, eyes wide and looking up at him, her voice cracking. He was already standing up and had gently untangled his hand from her hair.
“Now now, little mouse. You've made progress today, let's not spoil it by getting ahead of ourselves.” She felt her eyes welling up. She couldn't remember being this desperate at any point of her life. Sat on the floor in front of him, she realised she could see the outline of his own arousal through his trousers. Still beyond that pop of humility, her body took control. With a tear streaking down her cheek she raised up on her knees, mouth open, tongue out, trying to brush against him, to coax him into giving her more. He was on her in a matter of seconds.
Her tummy flipped, so hopeful that she might have convinced him, tricked him into giving into his own temptations. She was a fool. He was down on one knee at her side, his hand around her throat again, tighter this time. He pressed a kiss to her cheek so soft and loving that she almost leaned closer. He drew back and licked the salty tear from his lips, that cruel smile as reliable as ever.
“Get some sleep, little mouse.” The tickle of his whisper next to her ear sent shivers along her skin. Before she had really processed it happening her collar was locked around her neck and the chain reattached. The door to her “room” clanged with a metallic lock to bid her goodnight. She curled up wordlessly in her bed as his footsteps retreated into the distance, trying to find sleep, the smell of a blown out candle her only company.
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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season Two
While watching season two, I took some notes of my thoughts. I only started on S02 E09 so before that there isn't too much.
Sorry, this is going to be mostly Fitzsimmons but you can't really blame me, because it's THEM
But first, two last things for season one "I couldn't live if you didn’t" "Well, I feel the same way. There has to be another way." "You're taking it" "Why would you make me do this? You're my best friend in the world!" "Yeah, you're more than that, Jemma" seems to now live in my head
Also the desperation and intensity in Jemma's voice, while Fitz's is so calm and kinda trembling, but both are absolutely heartbreaking in their own ways
But now to season two:
Fitz having trouble with words is both absolutely adorable and heartbreaking
Bobbi reminded me at first of the person (?) from Asgard who helped them get Lorelei
I am curious why Hunter says that his ex-wife was so horrible because so far, I love Bobbi
I just can't shut up about Fitz. But no-one I know in real life would know what the hell I'm talking about, so I just think about him and write about him
(S02 E03) When Jemma wakes up by the sound of her alarm and the song started playing, I thought "Hold on, I know that song", and yes, I love "God help the Girl"
Also it's kinda ironic because it says "God help the Girl, she needs all the help she can get" just as she steps into the lift which brings her to her work at Hydra
(S02 E04) Hunter: "Guys, drop everything!" Fitz: "No, this is worth a fortune. I'm not gonna drop it."
(S02 E07) "Would anyone like to leave before we get started" I would have raised my hand too
(S02 E09) Mack: "A Storm's coming" - Fitz: "No, weather's fine, actually. There's not a cloud in the sky. I checked."
[Jemma knocks on table] "That's not wood, is it?"
Why is literally any conversation Fitzsimmons have killing me? The "I can work for you, I just can't work with you"? I beg your pardon? How am I supposed to accept that?
"Come home, Jemma" (S02 E11) HQ's their home :D
Fitz's hands trembling :(
(S02 E12) This moment when you recognize the face of the woman that came from the ocean but can't recall WHO it is (Lady Sif)
Fitz seems so left out when Jemma tells him about them changing the ICER
Why is Jemma saying "Sir, the boys were right" so funny to me?
Nooo, Coulson said "Fitz and Simmons", they're no longer one and the same
I mean I agree that it wasn't right that Fitz lied to the rest of the team about Skye but please, can Fitzsimmons just be at least friends and work together
(S02 E14) Jemma: "Oh, Fitz!"; Fitz: "Well, don't 'Oh, Fitz' me!" - I kinda waited for him to say that
I am so confused by this whole "real S.H.I.E.L.D."
"No, it's not that. You're afraid 'cause of what happened to me and Skye, how we both changed. But you know what the scariest change is, Jemma? It's you." You know what? At this point maybe I don't want them to talk at all anymore, if every time they do, I just sit there and think "Why are you doing this to each other?"😭
(S02 E15) "I told you, Leo,[...]" Okay, Jemma, this doesn't feel right, calling him by his first name, I regret asking in the first place
I am REALLY confused by the real S.H.I.E.L.D.
I'm glad that even Fitz puts the USB in the wrong way at first
Did Fitzsimmons finally make up when sitting on the ground by the table when "real S.H.I.E.L.D" attacked?
(S02 E16) Don't do this to me, Jemma, don't say you want Fitz off the plane!
Don't leave Jemma alone, Fitz!
Okay, I've changed my mind. Apparently there was a plan behind Fitz leaving that I didn't catch. ("Nice work, Jemma")
Also: Proscuitto + Mozzarella, Be Safe! Love, Jemma 🥲 - The world's most dangerous sandwich is back
I know it's actually a bit late but I have honestly no idea what S.O. means (I suppose it doesn't mean Significant Other) (Rewatching parts of season one reminded me - Supervising Officer)
I really want to like Bobbi (and I still do) but I am afraid I won't much longer
(S02 E17) I kinda like Lincoln
Skye telling the story about not being anywhere longer than two years despite being 25 (or actually 26) actually brought me to tears
Okay, THAT I didn't expect. That this was Skye's mother
"The Girl. I couldn't save her" I didn't know May could make me cry
I thought that when Fitz was in that public bathroom with Coulson's cube (I forgot the name) that Ward was outside knocking and I already saw Fitz getting captured
(S02 E18) That was quite a run, Fitz, I would have been fallen down at least five times (not to mention my lack of stamina), three times alone on the stairs (I know that others have run more and under different circumstances but still)
I feel for Fitz, rocking his leg, I totally understand
Don't you dare, Ward, talking to Fitz!!
Grateful for Coulson's and Hunter's quick reaction
(S02 E19) Was it worth it, Ward? Betraying S.H.I.E.L.D. for leaving Hydra again like half a season later?
I'm glad Fitzsimmons finally talk to each other again like normal people
"Mistakes were made..." - "By you" "...and people got hurt..." - "By you"
No, I'm not okay. "Be careful, Jemma"😭
"So, how does this work? You just click your heals together and whisper, "There's no place like home"?" Is this a S.H.I.E.L.D. director thing? Quoting The Wizard of Oz?
One moment I really like Skye's mother and ten seconds later I can't stand her
(S02 E21) this whole show is confusing me. Who's on whose side?
Now Gordon too!?
Leave Bobbi alone!!!!
I'm not sure if I like Lincoln anymore
(S02 E22) Nooo, Bobbi!
That's what you've got, Ward! Now your girlfriend's dead
"There's nothing to discuss, Jemma" - "Maybe there is"😢😢 I can't with them
"Science, biatch" I actually squeak-laughed
"We're not bad, we're misled" Aaaaand I like Lincoln again
I need someone asking me out the way Fitz did, asap
I mean I knew what was about to happen to Jemma (I saw a GIF somewhere) but fuck, with sound and context it hurts SO MUCH MORE
Okay, that was it with season two. I know I need to step down a little bit with how many episodes I watch daily (because season two has only been six days), but no matter how much I know that, I just can't stop. But enough with this talk.
It was fun doing this, I think I'll do it again with season three.
#agents of shield#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#season two#phil coulson#melinda may#skye#daisy johnson#grant ward#leo fitz#jemma simmons#fitzsimmons#lance hunter#bobbi morse#i just realized that I didn't write anything about Trip's death#don't know why not
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A Century After...
This is after Harmony has shared her memories with the ocean, time has passed and the mers have kept living. Something has finally changed for them though
(@tripodcat-gt and @coffehbeans I thought you two might appreciate a tag on this since after the comments on Harmony's story <3)
tw: for mentions of death
A Century After...
Kyrie’s heart was heavy as he waited at the cliff where he first met Melody. She would leave her house soon, Pel would help her walk. He knew from the start they’d only have decades, but it was so much harder to watch her age than he expected. She aged so much faster than Caprice did… the times as a mer changed him. He actually thought they would be special at first, but at the end they were still humans. Being human meant they’d never live as long as a mer.
His eyes locked on her the second she appeared. Her appearance had changed, it felt like she might have gotten smaller. The long brown hair he loved was gray now, her eyes didn’t shine the same way they used to, and her skin hadn’t been smooth for a long time. She never believed him when she was young that he found her beautiful, she believed him even less now.
Pelago stayed just a few steps behind Melody as the now elderly human approached him. Every year they spent together expanded his fear he’d hurt her. She became more fragile. Melody didn’t share that fear. It was like she didn’t even realize what he could do anymore.
Pelago stopped following once Melody was near Kyrie. She reached out, he offered a finger for her to lean on. She said this was normal, she was an old lady of course it was hard to walk. He didn’t know enough about humans even now to be sure she was telling the truth. He looked at Pelago, the mermaid's face was pained. The two humans wouldn’t be around much longer. At least she could be the size of one to help them…
“Kyrie,” Melody said. Kyrie wished for the hundredth time he could stand beside her. Be the one helping her walk, go to her rather than come to him. “Can you hold me?”
Kyrie made an affirmative chirp. He carefully curled his fingers around her, she couldn’t climb up on her own anymore. He lifted her a little, then brought his other hand close to her. Melody let him move her around, she didn’t care and that hurt more than he could admit. She let him place her in his palm. Where he held her close, watching her. Watching and begging for a way to make her a mer so he wouldn’t be without a part of him for the rest of his life.
Things happened too fast then. Words, promises. Things he couldn’t fathom. Chirps he made. Yes. No. Always. Never. I love yous. I need yous.
Then… then it changed. It felt like the entire world went dark as Melody stared up at him. Her eyes were dimmer, she seemed weaker. She would be fine. She was his Melody. She was strong, brave, everything he wanted to be. She was perfect. She would be fine.
“Kyrie, promise you won’t run away?” she asked. It was too weak. He chirped, she laughed. He would promise to do anything she asked, even when he didn’t know what she meant. “Please say it. Say you promise me.”
“I promise…”
“Thank you.”
Things fast again. Melody’s smile as her eyes closed. A terrible somber calm as he kept telling himself she was asleep. He ignored the way she grew cold. She was fine. She had to be fine. Everything was fine.
Pel came out. Took her. Told him she was gone, but Melody wasn’t gone she couldn’t be. He left. He ran… He ran.
Kyrie didn’t even bother to open his eyes after he woke up. The same memory that played as a dream every night. Always the same. Always that day. Always how he ran from her death. Ran into Harmony’s… ran into his prison. He didn’t keep his promise, he ran…
“-you sure?”
Some mers were nearby. Not enough for it to matter. He had taken his place in the nest, guarding the stones Melody made. Waiting for the sirens to come for them. The sirens she brought back to the ocean. She brought them back and the ocean just let her die. Caprice helped give color back to the oceanids and he was gone too. Both were gone, but Kyrie had to take his place here. He couldn’t even escape the nest. His own choice to run locked him in this place.
“This — the place— right?”
Kyrie sighed, they were closer. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually looked at another mer. He couldn’t remember the last time he opened his eyes. That wasn’t true, he opened them once. Right after he woke up after taking Harmony’s place, Byss and Pel called out to him. He refused to open his eyes after that… Not even Byss was the width of one finger.
“Just through here.”
Kyrie moved just enough that his hand was near the entrance. He could reach everywhere in the nest, he was a lot bigger than Harmony had been. A slow twirl of one finger was enough to create a current to pull the mers he heard forward. Out of the tunnel and straight into his skin. One was so small it made him pause, mers didn’t usually stay that size. It reminded him of his song. The other pulled the small one away. That one was bigger, but not enough to matter. Kyrie curved his hand to pull them up. Too big to be avoided…
The bigger one was smaller than Byss. Melody would have been scared of him all over again. He couldn’t even imagine her risking her safety to see him like this. Amidst those thoughts he brought the two small mers up to his face. A deep breath to take in their scents. He had to remember in case they came back. The second time he’d have to scare them. The way Harmony used to, his size took care of it usually.
The scents were strange. Something he couldn’t quite describe, almost familiar. A faint hint of what he missed so dearly, but not enough to let him hope for a miracle. It did make him loosen his grip on them. He almost hoped they’d run before he could grow truly curious. The larger one squirmed out of his hold, most likely still holding the smaller one.
“Wait!” one of them shouted. He flattened his hand, but held off on grabbing them immediately. “Can we stay here? Please. Just for a little while!”
The voice sounded familiar. He wasn’t sure why, he’d never met these mers before. He’d remember meeting one as small as Melody; he would have wanted them to meet. He started to shake his head. This wasn’t a place any mer could just enter. He was trapped here, but that meant he’d do his job. It didn’t make it any easier when a too small to believe tail brushed his finger.
“Come back!” The one who spoke before shouted.
“Please, it really won’t be long. Just a few weeks. Until it’s safe for us. Please,” the smaller one’s voice hurt his heart. She spoke like Melody. Same mannerisms, but this was a mer. It wasn’t his siren, his mate… his destined.
They may stay, The ocean’s voice rattled in Kyrie’s mind. The ocean allowed it, but he didn’t want them too. The voices, the smaller one’s size, having to face that the world truly moved forward; it was all too painful. Kyrie couldn’t tell the ocean himself no. There wasn’t a choice. The ocean allowed it, so Kyrie would too.
Kyrie opened his mouth, but decided against it. At some point he stopped talking, words didn’t matter when the ones around him could understand a chirp. That was what he did, a loud accepting chirp. The signal he wouldn’t send them off. Added with his hand slowly, so so slowly, lowering down to his side.
“You’ll let us stay!? Thank you so much. We won’t be here long I promise! A few weeks!”
Too familiar and not familiar enough. A whine nearly left him. A cry in his heart for the memories of a human long gone. One century was painful enough, he had no idea how to face the rest.
“Come on, let’s pick a den,” the one Kyrie assumed was bigger said.
Kyrie slid down slightly. The ocean changed the dimensions of the nest to fit him, but he was scared. Scared of hurting the small mers now near him. He hadn’t been worried about hurting anyone in a long time. A strange part of him missed this. Missed thinking about others. He pushed that as far down as he could. These mers wouldn’t stay long.
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“Byss, I’m back,” Pel shouted as she swam into their den. She hated how the walls made her voice echo. The cave was too big for the two of them, but neither was willing to leave. It wasn’t far from the sirens’ nest and there were memories here. Memories neither could part with.
Byssal let out a tired chirp for her. It was more than she usually got around now. Only a little while before they go to see Kyrie. Before she goes on land for a little while. Before they lived the pain all over again.
It was sort of funny. Humans had always lived just a blip compared to mers. She’d had others she befriended. Byss had even found some to admire. Melody and Caprice weren’t the same. They were part of the pod and now… now they were gone and even a century hadn’t eased that pain.
Pel swam up to Byss and nestled into the crook of his neck. She was lonely and so was he. Kyrie hadn’t been the same, wouldn’t even look at them. She knew why. That day had hurt all of them. Kyrie the most. They couldn’t even get into the nest to see him for a few months. When they did he was impossibly big, bigger than Harmony. Maybe even twice her size.
“Hello? Anyone in here?” a voice called. Oddly familiar. She ignored the feeling. It wasn’t the first time it happened. Their minds played tricks on them. She slipped away from Byss and to the entrance.
At the mouth of their den was a mer three times her size. He had long red hair, longer than mers his size usually would have. A tail with a brilliant red that would usually make him much smaller. That part made her think of when she met Byssal. A smile crept on to her face from those memories.
“Hello there,” she chirped. She tried to sound excited, happy. It wasn’t uncommon for mers with magic to come find her. The oceanid that helped free the sirens and return color to her kinds’ tails. She kept her white tail, but it had a few flecks of pink. She liked her tail white. “Is there something you need?”
The feeling of Byss starting to loom behind her was reassuring. She knew he was trying to be intimidating. After they lost Melody and Caprice a number of mers approached them for a chance to be trained. That wasn’t all, they wanted to become a part of their pod. As if the death of the humans meant a mer could just take their place. He had to scare more than one away.
“I was hoping you could help. I need to cast a spell. I only have a few weeks to prepare,” the red mer said. She nodded, a single spell wouldn’t be hard. She could easily teach a mer that. Pel swam closer out of Byssal’s shadow.
“I can help, what spell do you need?” she smiled. Closer she saw mannerisms that seemed out of place. Arms crossed, the waist where skin met scale pushed to the side like standing on a single foot, and a tilt of his head that seemed almost demanding. It was all a bit familiar…
“I need to help a mer change form.”
She nodded, Byss once again came closer. He spoke up this time, “Come back tomorrow. We’ll teach you.”
“Thanks.”
The red tailed mer swam off. More mannerisms she remembered. Swimming with a force to the tail at only two points and arms ahead. Byssal’s hand wrapped around her tightly. She knew why. He saw it too. She turned up to look at him and found his eyes filled with pain. Even if she was right neither could acknowledge it. It wasn’t unheard of for humans close to the ocean to wind up one of her children. They didn’t come back with those memories though…
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The next morning Kyrie woke from a dreamless sleep. It was the first time he hadn’t seen her final day in a long time. He never knew which was worse. Waking up without having seen her or after he knew he was dreaming. It was probably when he knew. On those occasions he looked for anything that could have warned him. Let him know it would be the last time he saw her. The last chance he’d have to tell her what she meant to him. His body wouldn’t listen to him in the dreams. Forced to play out that memory.
“Thank you for letting us stay here,” the little mer said. Kyrie didn’t bother trying to find her. As long as he stayed still she was fine. The way she spoke reminded him so much of Melody. Enough he could almost pretend she was there with him. He knew it was wrong, but his heart needed his song.
He chirped for the little mer. An acknowledgement. He could almost feel her presence near him, near his hands. He couldn’t imagine she wanted to be next to him. At his full height he was twice as big as Harmony. Someone as small as Melody wasn’t even big enough to look like a minnow with a shark.
“We were desperate for somewhere to stay. He’s helping me deal with a problem,” she laughed. It was almost identical to when Melody was laughing about her own pain. It made a sorrowful, worried chirp leave him. “I guess it’s not easy for you to tell, but I’m really small. Too small. I was supposed to be a lot bigger.”
Another chirp from him. It sounded like she experienced his opposite. Others wanted her bigger when he should have been smaller.
“The color of my tail made everyone think I’d be so much bigger, but I wound up as big as a human… They think I did something wrong. Think someone around me was wrong. I’m getting somewhere safe and that guy is helping me. I just needed somewhere to hide while he got what we needed.”
“It’s not your fault,” he whispered. He had to say it. Melody, Byss, Pel, even Caprice told him that. His size wasn’t his fault, her size wasn’t either. On his finger he felt a bit of ice that he could only assume was her.
“Thank you,” her voice was quiet enough he assumed she thought he’d miss it. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to talk to her a few times while she was here.
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Pel swam in circles in her den. The red mer hadn’t come back yet. Byss went out to get ingredients for simple spells. She had no idea what kind of form change the mer needed. It could be to a human form, to a more fish-like form, or something she couldn’t think about. She started to chirp from the nervous energy.
“Hey?” the red mer’s voice made her jump. She turned to face the den entrance and he was there. Half of Byssal’s length, three times her own, and with a look she hadn’t seen for a century. Far too similar.
“Hi! Byss went to get some stuff for us to use for spells. Why don’t we start with showing me what you know?” Pelago smiled. The red mer nodded, she clapped her hands before he turned away. “Wait, what’s your name?”
“Oh, uh I’m… Ca-Coral. It’s Coral,” he said. Pelago tilted her head. She noticed the strange way he started to say it. Like he meant something else first. She took in his stance. The manner he looked away, a hand now placed behind his head. It reminded her of Caprice. It had to be her mind playing tricks. This was too much for just a human reborn as a mer.
“Great, I’m Pelago. Let’s go!”
She swam past him. There was a moment where the water between them felt strange as she went near. Something changed, a charge or warning that she had to focus on. Something about this mer wasn’t normal. Unique, different, maybe even dangerous. All similar to the two humans that had been gone for a century. She had to talk to Byssal. He had to know about the mer.
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Kyrie started to care about time again as days passed where the little mer would talk to him. It was kind of nice. He thought she was the reason his dreams had been empty. That theory was proven wrong close to when she was going to leave.
He dreamt of Melody, when she was younger. A time where they were laughing together. Until she turned to him, anger on her face. Mad he ran. Mad that he broke his promise. The last thing she would ever ask him to do and he couldn’t do it. He woke up right as she swore to never forgive him…
He needed the little mer to distract him.
“Hey!” the little mer’s voice came right as he wished for it. Perfect timing… another thing like his Melody. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions today?”
“Go ahead,” he sighed. Her questions could distract him. Leave him able to keep moving away from the pain.
“What are you here for?” Her question was innocent enough. He almost laughed at how much it forced him to face his truth. As if Melody had caught him after a nightmare and was there to make him face it.
“I’m keeping this place safe.”
“Why?” He could see Melody’s face in his mind as the little mer spoke. Innocent brown eyes looking at him with wonder. A scheme behind them to make him be honest.
“It’s my punishment for breaking a promise to someone important… She meant everything and I failed.”
“Did she put you here?”
“No.” The word came out in a growl. The idea his song could trap someone for any reason made an anger he forgot he could have bubble up. The little mer chirped a few times before he felt tiny hands brush against his nose.
“Then how is this a punishment from breaking a promise to her?”
“I…”
He didn’t have an answer. This was his punishment. He ran away. Tried to escape her death by thinking Harmony could fix it. Ran right into the future he’d been told would be his. Melody made him promise not to run away. She would think he deserved to be here. If he couldn’t stop himself from running away the world itself had to stop him.
“Where is she? I can go ask her,” the little mer offered. He felt her hands near his eyes. “I bet she doesn’t think you should be here. I shouldn’t have asked though. I’m sorry… I wish I was big enough to try and actually stop your tears.”
A pained whine escaped him. He knew the tears were floating from his eyes faster. The little mer pressed her body against him. She was a piece of ice, just like Melody.
“Gone, she’s gone.” The ice on him was too familiar. It felt like she was with him, promising it was ok. That he wasn’t wrong for running after she died. “...she was human and now she’s gone.”
The words came out hoarse, broken. The pain he hadn’t let out in a century finally free. Innocent questions that made him face it. More that reminded him of Melody. She could break through all the walls he built up without him even realizing. It was how she got him to open up about his childhood.
The icy feeling left his skin. A tiny mer would fear strong emotions from him. It made sense. Yet a pinprick of ice landed on one of his eyelids. A rhythmic touch of ice spread across his skin. The best he could guess she was petting him. It was how Melody used to calm him down. This little mer brought her back just by existing. He needed her to leave.
“It must hurt, humans don’t live long,” the little mer’s voice sounded so sad. A spark of memory, how Melody used to talk to him.
‘I know I’m going to leave you hurt someday. Humans don’t live long next to you.’
“I miss her,” he breathed. The icy touch grew still then shocked a larger spot of his skin as she pressed right against him. Against his better judgment he curled his tail up and shifted to his side. He brought his hands up, but kept them from coming close. Sobs he never let out escaped. This touch, that voice, those words and more brought Melody to him again. Brought the only soul he could ever love. Brought the pain he shoved down all the way up and out.
All the pain leaked out of him. It was almost a shock to himself that it was silent. His own pain couldn’t be given a voice. Amidst the sobs and icy touches of the little mer he thought he heard Melody. A faint and too kind, too warm, too familiar whisper of “I miss you too.”
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Byssal had taken over the training for her after she spoke to him the second day. He was worried she would let things she was seeing push her the wrong way. It didn’t mean he thought she was wrong. She saw the shock when he finally spoke to Coral properly. Caught Coral almost calling them Byss and Pel instead of their full names. This mer was special.
If it wasn’t Caprice this mer had been watching them. Had a plan that brought them to visit them now of all times. It would explain why Melody wasn’t there. Why the scent and colors were different too.
“Just like that, use your claws to aim,” Byssal barked.
Coral followed instruction swimmingly. A natural, or already trained. She couldn’t stop seeing it. Even the way this red mer acted around Byssal was similar. She was growing tempted to follow him. See if there was another mer that could be like Melody. It happened before it could happen again, but she knew it and so did Byss. If they were the two they couldn’t be the same. Still… she wouldn’t mind learning about these new mers.
“Good job, hard to beli-” Byssal cut himself off. He looked at her, she knew. Hard to believe he’s half human. It was easy to relive those days. They couldn’t visit Kyrie until this mer was gone, they couldn’t risk being followed and hurting their guppy with such a similar presence.
Coral smiled at them both. A beaming look that Caprice always had. It didn’t match though, teeth too sharp. Face shape wrong and yet… And yet she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to call out his name.
“We can go gather what’s needed for the form change soon. We should have everything close by once you’re ready,” she said.
In the end Byssal was right. She shouldn’t push for this to be him. Chase a dream that couldn’t happen. Nothing would bring Caprice and Melody back to them. It was nearly time. Kyrie never handled it well. The day Melody died…
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An entire week passed where the two mers kept consistent visits with the former pod of the siren and oceanid. The little one visiting the massive merman, the red one visiting the pair of mates. Each night a shared look of pain, words they couldn’t say. Their time was running out, but neither knew what the right answer was. If they wanted the outcome they had originally expected. With mere days left, did their wants truly matter any longer?
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Kyrie woke up to a feeling of ice on his cheek. The little mer had been closer to him the last few mornings. As if she knew his pain would grow worse. It was the first time he felt himself smile without having to force it. He sat up slightly, the little mer rolled down his face. He felt the smallest brush of claws before he caught her small floating form in his palm. For the first time in a century he felt curious to see the world around him.
Each day she was there made it harder to believe this wasn’t his Melody. Her laughter, the way she spoke, even how easily she read him. She could only see a part of a part of him, there was no way to properly read his expression. How to break him down, to have his heart pour out into the sea.
“Sorry about that,” she laughed. “It was a bit tiring to reach your face this time. I was only going to rest for a minute, but then I fell asleep.”
More like his Melody.
“I have to leave soon. Tonight actually.”
He didn’t want that. As wrong as it was he wanted to keep thinking he had her back. He couldn’t live for centuries without her.
“Hey, have you ever been on land?”
“A long time ago… when she was here,” he whispered. He never told this little mer Melody’s name. Never told her his own either. It would hurt more when she left.
“It’s where I’m going. I can’t be the wrong size when I fit in with humans. I’m sorry I won’t be able to come see you again.”
Something in her voice. Something final. Too familiar.
“You’ve been so kind. Can I do anything for you? Why don’t you tell me about her? The one you miss… Like a goodbye to her.”
Kyrie felt like it would be the worst possible option to do that. Yet he couldn’t push it away, the chance to say what he never said to her. To repeat it now where he could pretend this little mer was his Melody. He moved his hand, brought it up to his eyes. He could pretend it was Melody.
A little chirp. He could picture Melody sitting in his palm. A little taller than his fingers were wide. Eyes meeting his own filled with curiosity. Warmth. Her tiny form in a hand that could hurt her. Yet still watching him with love, with a smile, with acceptance.
“It always felt like she was something more. Something special, like the ocean themself. In some ways I could say she was perfect. She wasn’t confident in herself, but I knew she’d solve everything. I wish… I wish I told her more before I lost her. That I wasn’t afraid of myself when she was there. Her trust in me let me trust myself. Without her I would have run from everything long before.”
Kyrie stopped, the words too much. He could picture her. The little drip of ice in his palm disappeared. It reappeared as pinpricks at the tip of his nose. Melody was everything to him. He didn’t know how to live without her. He didn’t know how to face what he was without her. She would have given him the strength to open his eyes and see what his world had become after all. Saying it now he realized what his refusal to look truly was. What she actually wanted him not to run from.
“She would have scolded me for keeping my eyes shut. For running when she died. She would have told me to face the pain so it couldn’t hold me back. She never would have wanted me stuck here like this. I knew that when she asked me to promise her not to run away… I’ve known it for so long. Others act like humans don’t understand, but it felt like she lived longer than any mer I could have met.”
The tiny pinpricks of ice moved. He felt himself shatter bit by bit as he faced his inner demons. Faced the truth that she gave him the courage to face the world. He had to learn to face it without her and this was when he’d do it. The night before Byss and Pel would visit… The night before they would come to mourn again together.
“I miss her… I relied on her to push me forward constantly. If… I could only see her again. I'd promise to be strong enough that she doesn’t have to anymore. I would promise to live in a way she could smile about even if she wasn’t with me anymore.”
This time Kyrie pulled away. The ice on his skin was gone. He moved enough the mer would be near his eye. Where he could finally see her. Today he would live the promises he wanted to make to his mate. Today he’d fulfill the promise he did make a century ago. Today he would open his eyes after a century. Today he wouldn’t run. Slowly, Kyrie opened his eyes to the world again.
Kyrie had to adjust to the light after refusing to see. It took long enough he worried the little mer would move, but she didn’t. He saw a mer with a bright purple tail, one that did mean she should be much bigger. Hair floating around her in a way that didn’t look quite normal for a mer. She had a sad smile. She swam a bit backward, the movement heartbreakingly familiar.
“Are you…,” he murmured.
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“It’s right through here,” Pelago turned to the bigger mers following her. She received affirmative chirps in unison.
Byssal had been growing more suspicious too. Enough that he was willing to show this red mer their garden. The one Caprice made. She entered and swam to the left. The two bigger mers followed in, Byss pausing to see how this red mer acted. He seemed to recognize everything.
“This is amazing,” Coral breathed. It was only awe. She needed more.
Byss gave her a look then swam forward. Her mate guided this red mer through the garden. Each plant had a brief explanation. Her goal was to find something they could use. The mer said he had to leave today… She couldn’t even call him that fake name consistently anymore.
At first she worried they wouldn’t have the proof they desperately wanted. Then he touched one of the plants. Back when they made this garden with Caprice, he had one habit that he said was from childhood. Every time he touched a plant he’d pat the ground again, ensuring it was safe. The plants here didn’t need that, but he couldn’t stop.
Pelago watched plant after plant as this red mer who gave them a fake name would pat the earth. Byssal didn’t notice, he was explaining still. There hadn’t been anything to tell them what kind of form change the mer planned. They made it to the edge, taking longer to go over smaller ones. She watched and watched, but she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Hey,” she started.
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The two mysterious mers felt something shift at the same time. Despite the distance in the water they heard their names echo. Revealed in unison
“...Melody?” Kyrie asked her, finally seeing through the disguise.
“Caprice, come here,” Pelago called. Successfully having the red mer respond and revealing his true nature.
The twins smiled as their bet reached the outcome they always wanted. The one that felt destined as the time passed with the family they had for an entire human lifetime.
“It’s me,” Melody whispered with tears in her eyes.
“I knew you’d tell,” Caprice smirked.
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Pelago and Byssal watched in shock as the mer changed. The long red hair broke apart, floating to the surface. Beneath it revealed brown hair that stopped just at Caprice’s shoulders. His teeth changed, looking just a little more human than mer. The red tail drained of color that dispersed into the water.
“Follow me,” Caprice said. The words, face, voice, everything finally matching the image the two had in their minds. The human was back. That had to mean both humans were back… Their pod, their family, was back.
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Kyrie could barely breathe. He said it, all of it, to Melody. His Melody. She was back. She came to him. He couldn’t do anything for a second. Then she started to change. The purple kelp-like strands of hair dissipated into the soft brown he loved. He brought his hands close. Her body was so small, but he didn’t care.
Melody actually laughed, it was her laugh, as his skin touched her. He brought her right up to his eye. He had to see every detail. Every little thing that could prove this really was his Melody. The solid color of her eyes turned white just as she was close enough for him to tell. He watched as the brown he’d dreamt of every night for a century came to rest in the center.
A rumble in his chest started. He hadn’t purred since she died. She was what made him happy and now she was back. His eyes went wide as her tiny body started to get bigger. Slowly, inch by inch, she made up more of his fingers. If this was the first good dream he had in years he didn’t want to wake up from it.
“Kyrie?” Melody asked. She started to move, but he stopped her. He had to keep seeing this. Seeing whatever happened. He couldn’t risk her disappearing on him. He just wanted to hear her speak. To know it was her. “I’m really here Kyrie. I’m not gonna disappear.”
He chirped. She could always read him. She was still growing. Already she could stretch out to cover half the width of one of his fingers. He waited for the ocean to tell him it was a dream. Maybe even this was a gift at the end of his life. That his time as guardian was over. Melody kept watching him. Eventually even started to pet the finger behind her.
Once she was big enough he used his thumb to hold her tail down. She was still so small, but it wasn’t as dangerous anymore. She didn’t care, she still trusted him. Even when she was so much smaller. She was here, this was real. He needed it to be real.
“I missed you,” he croaked. His voice sounded wrong. Gurgling. He managed to laugh, he’d spoken human words underwater for her.
“I missed you too. I’m sorry,” she looked away from him.
Kyrie couldn’t understand. She looked guilty. Why would she feel guilty? She came back to him. Nothing else mattered. She was still growing too, they were back to how it was when she died. One finger width was shorter than her again. He couldn’t stop himself from bringing Melody to his chest. Kyrie curled up in a ball, desperate to keep her with him. This dream couldn’t ever end.
“Mel!” Caprice’s voice made him curl up tighter. Now he knew it was a dream. Both of them back, the missing parts of his pod? Impossible. “I brought Pel and Byss with me too!”
Kyrie risked looking up, just in time to see the three of them swim through the tunnel. They grew too… or he shrunk? Kyrie slowly unfolded. Pelago stole Melody from him before he could do anything else. He stared at them, at the ones who he could actually interact with. Caprice smiled at him, Byss looked stunned too. Only the twins knew what was happening.
“They figured me out,” Caprice said once Pel brought Melody closer. It was hard not to reach for her again. To keep her where he could be sure she wasn’t his imagination.
“Kyrie figured me out,” she smiled. It was sad. He couldn’t understand… Did realizing it was her do something wrong?
“Are you two going to tell us just what’s happening?” Byssal growled, but Kyrie could see the tells. Byss couldn’t keep his tail still. He was just as happy as Kyrie was.
“Right, well it kind of started the day I died,” Melody turned to look at him, Kyrie tilted his head. “The ocean came to us. Offered to make us merfolk, but it would take at least a century to make our spirits merfolk and keep our memories. At first it was that simple and I agreed.”
“I didn’t, I suggested a bet,” Caprice joined in. “If you could recognize us within a few weeks while the ocean itself hid who we were they’d do something else.”
Both twins stared up at Kyrie.
“...what would happen if you lost the bet?” Pelago asked. She looked at him. It made sense, they made a bet for him… Even when Melody died she was looking for how to help him. Melody turned away, hugging herself and failing to hide behind her hair. It kept floating above her head.
“We agreed to use the length we’d live to act as spirits in the stones to guide sirens instead,” she mumbled. Caprice moved closer to her, the pride on his face was falling. Kyrie could see the changes in Byss and Pel. Angry and upset. He wasn’t sure how he felt.
“If you didn’t recognize us I’d turn us into seafoam on the anniversary of our death,” Caprice said.
Kyrie swore even the currents stopped. Everyone knew of that spell, it was something you were never supposed to use. It wasn’t a painless journey, you felt every moment until the ocean took your spirit. It was close to entering land, it was why humans had a story built with that as the ending. The part missing was that the one becoming foam had to do so willfully.
“The spell you wanted to cast…” Pel whispered. Her voice echoed in the silent still waters.
“What in all the seas were you thinking?” Byssal roared. Kyrie could swear the sirens’ nest shook from his voice. The twins backed away, looks of defiance on their faces.
“You never would have known if we failed! It doesn’t matter!” Caprice shouted. Byssal clearly hated that response. Kyrie saw the tears floating from Pel.
“So you sign your lives away like that?! Do you realize how long it would have been!?”
“Right because we were human we obviously couldn’t understand the idea of an eternity trapped somewhere! We knew what we were doing!”
Byssal and Caprice glared at each other. Both mers growling. Pelago looked at them unsure what to do. Kyrie couldn’t decide how to feel. Melody had hidden behind Caprice, he couldn’t even see her. That wasn’t true, he could make out the very tip of her purple tail. He watched as that same tail slowly faded to black.
“Enough,” Melody said. Her voice was soft, but strong. It made the growls die instantaneously. She swam out from behind Caprice, a face he always hated seeing. Anger with tears. This time the tears had to float from her. “It’s always been like this. You saw us as young, childish, naive, ignorant, everything but capable. All because we were human. Caprice made the deal and the reason I was involved is because I couldn’t let him do it alone. Do you really think we aren’t aware? That one life of solitude hadn’t taught me what another would be? That I could let Caprice be the one to make sure you all didn’t suffer for things none of us had anything to do with!”
Still currents and silence settled around them again. Melody looked up at him, Kyrie… Kyrie didn’t know what to think. Even at the end of her life she acted for him. Melody moved first, swimming up to his face. Staring at him with a pain that hurt him almost as much as losing her had.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. More tears, less anger. “I never… I thought it would be easier on you to forget about me. If I’d known I would have done something different. I didn’t know asking you not to run would leave you like this. I just didn’t want you hiding in the deepest waters where I might not find you. I wanted you to stay with Byssal and Pelago… So we could come back and if you all hadn’t moved on we could start over.”
Caprice came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder. Kyrie stayed unsure of what he should do. Both of them. The humans that were a blip to the life of a mer would have done everything to keep him from being trapped. From being what the ocean had wanted him for.
“Like I said, it was my idea,” Caprice turned to look at Byss and Pel. “I did a lot that you two would ask about or point out. I knew you’d notice something and take a chance at least. It wasn’t a bet I could lose.”
“So… it was for me?” Kyrie whispered. Caprice looked at him. Silence followed by memories. A lot of times Caprice had thought Kyrie was a risk. Too much for Melody to be around. Caprice’s face changed, he was easier to read than Melody. He was guilty.
“Probably would have had a better plan if I didn’t spend so much time treating you like a monster,” Caprice crossed his arms and looked away. Kyrie noticed how the twins swam close to each other. “Besides… it was better this way…”
They were back. They took a risk for him. He couldn’t figure out how to feel still. Melody was back and he could leave the sirens’ nest again. Did anything about how matter? The twins were right, they would only learn the truth from success. At the same time, he could have just been waiting for her. Knowing she’d be back to see him someday. If he knew though…
“Kyrie? I…” Melody’s voice was so quiet. It wasn’t how he remembered. It wasn’t… it wasn’t the confident, problem solving words. It was… it was… it was her. It was what he chose not to consider.
All the times she’d worried about hurting him. The times she did hurt him. All the times she was afraid of him. When she avoided him. All of it came flooding back. All the things he had pushed away about her. Every habit or action he could have complained about had been buried deep as time rolled on. The Melody in his head was perfect. The one he would have waited for never would have lived up to the memory.
“I know how it is to grieve,” she whispered. Kyrie just kept thinking. Pel and Byss looked just as lost. “You make the person perfect. Cap and I… we did it. We did it more than once. I didn’t want to come back and not be what you wanted… I-I can’t be what you remember me as. Neither can Caprice. We’re… we were never perfect and we still aren’t.”
“You never should have offered to change yourself to sea foam. I can’t,” Kyrie could tell Pel was struggling with her words. The small mermaid moving arms how Melody and Caprice always did. ‘Talking with their hands’ that’s the saying. A heavy sigh came from the mermaid. “I can’t blame you either.”
Byssal swam closer to Melody and Caprice. It had been a long time since Kyrie felt nervous seeing his mate near Byss, but the way the older man looked had him concerned. One hand was held out and placed on Caprice’s shoulder, the other carefully wrapped around Melody. Kyrie snorted as Byss pulled the twins into a hug against him. Both of the new mers yelped at the force.
“If you do something like this again, becoming seafoam will seem like a dream next to what I do,” Byss growled. Kyrie could see the way the hand with Melody tightened and how Caprice softened into the hug.
It didn’t matter how they came back. The two were right that knowing wouldn’t have stopped the memories from being tainted. Making the humans perfect, losing their faults. It felt like he had a new chance to meet Melody. To form a bond with her closest family that didn’t hold fear and suspicion. Byss released the two and Melody stared up at him.
Small brown eyes that looked human. Hair that would be soft to touch, they’d need to find a way to make it stop floating all the time. He brought his hand close to her slowly. She leaned into his fingers as soon as they met her skin. He opened his mouth to speak, but the stillness of the waters finally died.
Kyrie had barely enough time to think. The hand gently cradling Melody wrapped into a fist around her. With his other arm he reached out, winding behind Byssal and Caprice. He closed his other hand around Pel before pulling all of them close to his chest. Kyrie curled up just as the waters became a cruel tempest, enough to push him like a guppy caught in a current.
Kyrie brought the hand with Melody up next to his cheek. Whatever this current meant, he wanted to know she was with him. The current forced him to follow it until it threw him to a sandy ground. He nearly lost consciousness as his head slammed against a wall of stone. A chirp close to his fins kept him awake. A chirp he wanted to hear for centuries. Melody’s chirp.
The current pressed hard against him. No matter how much he wanted to escape, he wasn’t strong enough. Just faintly he could hear things clattering on stone all around him. As long as his pod and mate were safe he didn’t care. It continued for long enough he worried the ocean wanted to kill them. Just as that fear nestled itself in the front of his mind, the current died.
Cautiously Kyrie opened his eyes. He’d been thrown into a cave on the floor of the sirens’ nest, but now it was bigger than any others. Big enough he could comfortably stretch out and still not reach the stone walls. He opened the hand with Pel as he pulled his arm away from his chest. Three of the four now free. Slowly he opened his hand and turned to see Melody.
Melody’s eyes seemed to try and scan everything. He watched the brown specks flicking back and forth until landing on his face. She relaxed almost immediately. It all hit him in one final blow. Melody was actually back. He was back to a size that could actually explore the waters. He could show her everything he found that was too dangerous back then. Do so much more now with his mate by his side.
“This is our den, but no it’s not right. Things are just a bit out of place and the den itself is bigger. What…” Pel was confused. Melody gave Kyrie a look, as if he had any idea. He was just as lost.
“Outside,” Caprice’s voice drew Kyrie’s eyes off Melody. He was staring out of the mouth of the den. “It’s still the nest, but it’s… brighter? The tails are gone too, but the walls all have some writing… Merfolk writing! Its names, at least I think they are. I… Harmony is there. At each spot a tail used to come out of the wall.”
Kyrie looked back at Melody. Just in time to see the small face swap from awe to understanding. There was so much running through his mind, but there was time. Time to recover, time to build a life together. Melody was back in his hand and would be there for all the centuries left ahead of them.
“I missed you,” he whispered. This time he said it in mer language. She’d known it so long, but he never used it until now. “Are… are we still…?”
“I think so, but we can always check right?” Melody smiled at him. She looked around the cave that would be their den from now on. “It should echo in here…”
Melody’s tail gently swiped against his hand as she swam out. Just enough to hover right in front of his face. Then she sang. Words he couldn’t understand, but that spoke to his heart all the same. This was his Melody, his song. They had each other. A guardian and a siren…
They’d get to fall in love all over again.
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The ocean smiled to itself as the merfolk finally appeared to settle into a joyful reunion. It would have been easier if the merfolk were the ones that deserved the boon at the start. Humans never understood his boons were truly offered freely. He would have given them this without a bet if they merely asked. Humans always thought there was something menacing beneath her surface. She understood and rigged their little game.
Allowed things to flow through that shouldn’t. Pushed the two newly grown mers to bleed a sense of nostalgia and familiarity. The siren fixed a mistake that they allowed. The oceanid freed those she’d left to suffer. The ocean owed them more than they asked and now it had been given.
A home within the nest, proper goodbyes to each guardian since the sirens were forced to leave. A future where the siren would be the songwriter for a new generation and the oceanids would aid in forming strong bonds between all the merfolk. A fitting end to the problem, one he was glad to finally witness.
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౨ৎ oceans away !
chapter four: #taejin 4 life
pairing : hueningkai x non idol! reader
summary : kai was never the type to go out of his way to befriend his little sisters friends, yet somehow he was convinced. and instead of simply befriending her, he fell for her.
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by the time the four of you arrived at the restaurant, yunjin was visibly nervous, which was a frightening new sight. since meeting her, you had looked more into her, and found her to be so overwhelmingly confident and cool. yet the girl before you trembled at even the mention of a boy. in a way, it was adorable how much she cared.
“just talk to him, hiyyih will carry the conversation if needed.” yuna reassured, rubbing her hand up and down the blondes arm. “you’re pretty, and talented, and kind - he’d be a fool to not see you.”
the blonde simply nodded, putting on a brave face as she led the group into the restaurant, holding herself with faux confidence as she spoke.
“who is ‘he’?” you asked bahiyyih, a confused look etched across your face. “yunjins ex?”
bahiyyih simply laughed quietly, shaking her head as she looked around the room the four of you had been seated in, checking to make sure kai and his friends were not near by. “no, taehyun-hyung, her crush.” she smiled, taking a moment to glance over at yunjin with nervous eyes. “she’s liked him since i introduced them a bit back, but he never takes a moment to even glance at her. i'm their biggest shipper, when taejin happens i'll be the best man!”
“oh,” you mumbled, glancing back towards the other two - yuna off in her own world plotting and yunjin too nervous to do much more then stare at her phone. “he’ll be here tonight?”
all bahiyyih could do was nod as you became aware of three new boys in the room.
the shortest, who you would later learn was taehyun himself, seemed like childhood love. he was kind with everything he did, down to the way he breathed. but he was also nervous with it all. his hands never left his side as they fidgeted, as he tried to make himself even smaller and hide behind his glasses, or behind the other two boys. you understood what captivated yunjin about him. as the night went on, taehyun (or ‘tyun’ as he was so affectionately called) became more and more like a cat. he was standoffish at first, but was quick to warm up to you. so attentive, and swift with his motions that you could see his kind intentions behind them. he complimented everything about yunjin so well, and you truly hoped the best for them.
the next boy you were introduced to was beomgyu, who instantly became your friend. in a way, he reminded you of a friend you make on vacation, so quickly connecting over the smallest things - 'you watched spongebob growing up? so did i!' - and furthering your friendship from there. he was easy to talk to, far easier then tyun at first, and he was a chaotic force - yet somehow in a positive way. he was calculated with his actions; raising his voice slightly when trying to get a joke across, or moving closer to a person to try and gossip. he spent far too long laughing at one joke, or fretting over something completely irrelevant, and it was like a breath of fresh summer air.
then there was hueningkai , or kai as he had begged you to call him, bahiyyih’s older brother. the same boy who had complained about not liking meeting new people, yet the moment you met him he was simply a pure ray of sunshine. he knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it - along with what not to say, which was surprising considering most boys had no real grasp on that concept. he also knew how to simply be respectful, bowing, and speaking formally even after he was told that it was so far from necessary, he still insisted. but arguably the best thing about him was when he smiled - you could tell it was not the same forced smiles many give. a real smile, from the heart. and he was funny, but not the type of funny where you had to be mean to someone else to make a joke. a rare, genuine, type of funny. he was intoxicating with everything he did, and even though he attempted to swallow them, his laughs were tied for what could be the best part of him. they weren’t the same ‘laughing to be polite’ laughs you had grown accustomed to in school, but yet something of their own genre completely. laughs where no matter how hard he tried to restrain them, one or two small giggles would escape and the room would instantly light up.
you decided, then in there in that small little restaurant, that hueningkai was the boy of your dreams. he wasn't inconsiderate like the boys at your school, or the boys in america in general to be honest, and he wasn't some ego-fuelled maniac that believed since he was an idol, and famous, he was above the rest. he was truly the night in shining armour every little girl dreamed of - the prince charming who always saved the princess.
hueningkai, you decided, no matter how long it took, would be yours. or at least, yours before you left again. moments were always fleeting, especially when one of you was a college student in another country and the other a famous idol.
this would be a challenge.
authors note : it's begun !! kai is here !! expect much more of him now :)
©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work
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S2E7
S2E8
Well, which is it, Lottie?
This is what I’ve been saying, exactly. Lott’s the most unreliable leader they could’ve possibly chosen, because she does not have a consistent grip on what It wants, it changes all the time. It’s not bad writing or whatever, it’s that she’s literally delusional. She’s absolutely confident in her perception of It at all times, and doesn’t realise that she’s being inconsistent. And what’s really worrying is that the rest of them don’t seem to notice it either.
Also the absurdity of the situation, Shauna’s killed Adam, Tai’s killed her dog and hurt her wife, Misty’s killed Jessica, Natalie almost killed herself, Van’s dying, and Lottie thinks she can solve all this death with... more death? How exactly? The REASON they killed Javi, the reason they hunted Nat, pit girl and who knows how many others, the reason they ate Jackie, was because they needed FOOD. LIFE. PHYSICAL, not spiritual, sustenance. They were solving death with death only in the way that we solve death with death every single day by eating in the food chain, if you took your food and killed it and then let it just rot you’d be solving nothing.
This isn’t a bug though, it’s a feature. The concept that they never really left the wilderness has been a recurring one all season, and here they are, putting it all together again. They’ve really never been able to reintegrate into society at all, none of them. This is where they’ve always belonged. And the only solutions they learned for their problems are ... insufficient. Self destructive. To the outside world they seem bizarre and nonsensical, to the ‘jackets they’re intuitive and familiar. And they DO argue, to an extent, but only to an extent. Almost like they feel like they are expected to argue, but their hearts aren’t really in it.
Because Lottie’s right. They DID survive last time. And they can’t say with any level of certainty that it wasn’t because of the Wilderness. That It didn’t hold them there and keep them safe, and follow them home and that It isn’t now hungry after being starved for 25 years. On the surface they do a pretty good job of pretending to be rational-minded, solid individuals. But you scratch that even the smallest amount and underneath they’re still free-falling, still absolutely adrift and just begging for the kind of certainty that It used to bring them.
I think this is a foreboding line. I think that IF they do go ahead and drink (I think there’s a 50/50 chance they do) that Lottie’s probably going to have the poison. I could be surprised on this, but that’s my gut instinct.
As a show that’s largely about trauma and the way that it follows you around your whole damn life, I think this framing is damn near perfect. Going through traumatic experiences - especially long, drawn out trauma, particularly while you grow up - teaches you how to live in a traumatic situation. It teaches you how to survive, how to subsist. It doesn’t teach you at all how to be healthy, how to thrive, how to be happy. Only how to not die. And it doesn’t teach you truth or stability, only what your pattern-seeking brain seems to suggest is working, and then in a life-or-death situation you just hold onto what’s working as tightly as you fucking can. You can’t evaluate it, can’t test it, you don’t have the space or the stability, you just clutch it like driftwood on the ocean.
Then, when you’re older, and you’re trying to live your life in a safer, calmer space, all you have to go on are these maladaptive behaviours and inside you’re just this scared kid forever, still clutching tight to them, because you know what it’s like to drown, and you just KNOW that the moment you let go the water’s coming back, you just KNOW it. Even when they hurt you, even when they’re actively dragging you down, killing you and causing damage to everything you care about, it’s SO hard to let go and trust that you can learn new ways to live, that you can let It go, that It won’t come looking for It’s pound of flesh.
I think that, deep down, every one of these women believed they’d find themselves back here one day. Back in this room, back in this circle, doing the sacrifice thing once more. I think that deep deep down none of them are really putting up a fight because none of them are really genuinely surprised. They never really bought that they ever got away in the first place.
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Hiii, can you do one where Lou's overwhelmed with work and Deb tries to talk to her abt it but then she snapped, leaves her for several hours making the other one worried and kinda hurt. Then she comes back home with flowers and gifts feeling guilty with her attitude, soft smut afterwards(?) thankss
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There was a light tapping on the door and Lou looked up through messy fringe with an exasperated sigh. If April had the audacity to bring her the wrong numbers again she swore…
“Baby?” A soft voice murmured instead, an undeniable Debbie Ocean choice of heels making their way into the room, toe first after nudging the door open. The brunette’s head peeking around the door.
Lou’s sigh stilled in her throat. She would always rather see Debbie than anyone else. But at the same time, it only reminded her of her growing pile of responsibilities, a lack of follow through from everyone she had asked for assistance or delegated a task to, and if Debbie was showing up then that meant…
“You missed dinner,” Debbie smiled sadly, closing the door behind her.
A large takeout bag landed on top of the blonde’s current stack of paperwork with a thud. She couldn’t help the grimace that ghosted across her face. The last thing she needed was the grease from spicy egg rolls on tax forms and liquor licenses.
“I thought I’d bring dinner to you,” the brunette grinned, dragging a chair up to the other side of Lou’s desk before she moved to shimmy off her coat. Her hands were already on the paper bag, undoing the staples. “And pending how much work is left to be done, maybe a little bit of dessert. Here? Or at home?”
“Debs,” Lou sighed, frustrating dripping out of her mouth before she could stop it. It was sweet. Really. It was. Romantic, even. And she bet she could guess every last item in that bag down to the extra pair of chopsticks in there because she always managed to pick them apart into the world’s weakest kindle when she was stressed. And Debbie knew that.
She could have said thank you. Or said exactly what she was thinking. But her jaw was unhinging without her say and she was spitting venom at her partner, her own words unclear to herself. Just the occasional bites of “damnit” and “out of time” and “in the way”. And all she could see was the hurt in Debbie’s eyes and her clenched jaw to keep from letting her from lip quivering as she nodded, backing up slowly.
“Yeah..you’re right…I’ll just—“ but Debbie didn’t finish the sentence before she back treaded out of the office. And even though Lou didn’t actually catch it, she knew her fiancée was shedding a rare Debbie Ocean tear.
She had fucked up. Majorly.
She growled at the bag of Chinese food and cursed at herself. “This is your fault, Miller.”
The door burst open and April stumbled in, shoving several file folders at her, looking like she was about to vomit.
“I’m sorry. They all look the same and I didn’t want to bring you the wrong ones again and I—“
“Don’t.”
“Please don’t fire me,” April squeaked.
“Fire you?” Lou raise a brow, chuckling dryly. “You look how I feel, kid. Breathe. Help yourself to a drink. And then go the hell home. We’ve done enough tonight. It’s nothing that can’t be done tomorrow. There are more important things.”
“But I thought you said we had to—“
“April,” Lou smiled. “Go. It’s fine. Promise. Send everyone else too. I’m headed out in a bit.”
“You okay, boss?”
“I will be,” Lou sucked in a breath. “Just have some crow to eat.”
“Is that what’s in the bag?” The younger woman smirked.
“That’s your dinner,” Lou grinned, chucking it at her. “Go home. Eat. Go the fuck to sleep. Your boss is an asshole. Now that’s an order.”
“You got it,” April grinned with a laugh. “Make sure you actually get home tonight.”
“I will,” Lou promised. “I just have a list of I’m an asshole but I love you errands to run before I beg for the love of my life’s forgiveness for simply being an amazing woman.”
“Isn’t that usually more a Debbie task?”
“We alternate,” Lou winked.
#queue#blackacre13#lou miller#debbie ocean#lou miller x debbie ocean#debbie ocean x lou miller#lou and debbie#Debbie and Lou#lou and deb#Deb and Lou#lou x Deb#Deb x lou#heist girlfriends#heist wives#ocean’s eight#oceans eight#ocean’s 8#oceans 8#ocean’s eight fanfic#ocean’s eight fanfiction#ocean’s 8 fanfic#ocean’s 8 fanfiction#lou x debbie#debbie x lou#loubbie#o8 fanfiction#o8 fanfic#April
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MATCHUP EVENT??? SIGN ME UPPPPPP I hope u have a lovely summer break with this didiiiiii ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ
for starters, my name is annie (although u already know this), and preferred matchup would be with one of the boys （*´▽｀*）
I think my fave trope is the one where the couple simply just exist together,,, like sure they have ups and downs and wild experiences and funny stories to laugh about over dinner!!! and frankly they theoretically could live without each other and not have much change abt them, but at the end of the day they sit and look at each other and think, "even if I could live without this person, I'd still choose to exist with them"
as for the song, it's honestly a toss-up between cupid by fifty fifty or pasilyo by sunkissed lola ! I love cupid sm bc I really resonate with the lyrics and my wishful daydreams as a hopeless romantic, while pasilyo is just one of those songs that makes you think "oh. oh. this is the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. this is where I'm supposed to be." I'm rather indecisive, so I'll let you pick which vibe you wanna go for 🫡🫡🫡
note : hehehe hi annie <3 smoochies u actually. i need u to ignore all of this because i ship u w me <3
send me ur favorite trope or delusional song and i’ll write you something short !! [closed !!]
through your journeys and trials through life, there is only one person that always attracts your attention and love. despite it all, your eyes can only ever look at childe.
you don't even quite remember when it was that attracted you solely to him. the ginger man has always been an annoyingly affectionate thorn at your side, a constant in your tumultuous life. even if the world had flipped upside down or suddenly turned against you, you could count on that peculiar snezhnayan man to continue to stay by your side even if it was to beg to spar once more.
you had always found his sense of loyalty a charming point of his. no matter the circumstances, he would always stay by your side even if it meant having the world against him. he was your knight in shining armor who was ready to risk his entire life to make sure you made it out alive, not that you would let him die for you in the first place.
he chose you to bare his heart to, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to prove his devotion to you.
your eyes widen, lips parted in surprise as you watch your dear friend hold his hand out for you. an invitation to dance with him at the banquet held in the zapolyarny palace courtesy of her majesty, the tsaritsa, herself; what was a country loved by the cold, yet pure archon if she didn't hold a party to celebrate the land she cherishes?
childe's eyes shine, a sparkle held deep within the oceans that were his eyes, as he meets your gaze. and, like the peaceful waves that lull you to play along the shores and laze in the gentle swells of water that lap at your feet, your hand is placed in his and he pulls you into his arms as the string quartet plays a waltz.
despite the many people surrounding you, either watching the couples on the floor dancing or the pairs of loved ones swaying to the beat of music as well, you find your eyes lost in deep blue oceans, never straying from his eyes. the harbinger smiles and his dimples poke from his freckled cheeks, making your heart flutter a dance of its own within your chest.
your palms are sweaty and shaky and you're so glad that his are gloved as he leads you through the dance.
"you're nervous," childe whispers, his tone teasing, into your ear. his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear does not calm your nerves in the slightest, but you persevere.
"the crowd is watching," was your excuse as you whisper back. he hums, eyes seeing completely through your fib. he laughs softly, something you've always loved to hear like a favorite song you want constantly playing in your head until you're sick of it.
but you fear his laughter is something you would never tire of hearing.
his gloved hand gently squeezes your own, a silent reassurance and an attempt to calm down the nerves that threaten to leap out of your body. fortunately, it does calm you down, though not by much.
"relax, just keep your eyes on me," childe reassures you. you aren't sure how, but he's shining brighter underneath the glow of the chandelier. was zapolyarny palace casting a spell on you to fall even more for this silly companion of yours?
his usual mess of orange curls has been somewhat tamed with half of it pushed back. his cowlick still stands tall; you wonder if it could ever be tamed but you didn't care, it added to his boyish charm. his ruby earring glints in the light, but its radiance is nothing compared to the charming man in front of you. with the light from the glistening chandelier, it was like a halo encased his head; an angel from celestia cast down to bless you with his beauty.
it's hard for your eyes to stray to anybody else but childe, for he is absolutely breathtaking in the grand hall of zapolyarny palace.
you suppose you would tell childe about the feelings you held for him one day, but that day could wait a little longer. you just want to bask in his embrace as he leads you through the waltz, feeling as if it were just you two dancing among the stars shining from celestia.
#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe fluff#tartaglia fluff#childe scenarios#tartaglia scenarios#didi writes#this might be biased LOL#but how could i not when we share the same romantic brain annie WAH#our loverboy fr
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dying because I thought about miro Jane for 2 seconds and it's so upsetting
it's also very much what orson scott would do and i don't know how to feel about that
like that was my goal
buttttt
Jane is dying because Jane Val can't really hold Jane together that well, Jane is too much that it kinda exhausts the connections pretty quickly, unexpected thing that happens is one of Jane and Miros sons are also dying, and Jane had a strong enough philtonic connection with her kid to become her kid
miro dosent want that because how can I love my child when he now contains the person I called my wife, how can I love you or him the same way, I will lose both of you and have to deal with a stranger that reminds me of all the people I lost, all that could have, should have, been
don't you see what you're doing to me Jane, don't leave me I need you, you can't leave me so soon
and Jane being Jane is like
love me anyways, I'm sorry I only know one love, I dont know the difference between wife and child but I will love you in whatever life I am, ill still be me and I'll be our son too, love me as your wife if you must, love me as your child if you can, or simply just love me if I'm a stranger
I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I cannot give up the human life just for you miro
you mean so much to me but my life means a lot too, I won't leave you miro I love you but let me live on. If not for me then for the sake of faster then light speed travel, or think of it as repayment for giving you back your body, anything to make this ok.
Then miro being miro will be like
Nothing jane, nothing will make this ok, i will look for you everyday, i will hate my child, I will curse him for stealing you away from me and I will destroy myself without you, then i would drive myself insane for hurting you, dont leave me, dont leave me and then start begging at the feet of her bed
then jane will say some sappy stuff she saw online like Good bye my husband, I will love you once more and forever. and then die and then their son would wake up from a coma in perfect health and his 2 older siblings would rejoice and then miro would see Jane die and cry the most depressing cry you've ever heard then proceed to become abusive and hateful and self destructive (like mother like son i guess) and Jane son (I don't have a name for miroane children yet sorry) would just watch being really sad and act sometimes like a child and sometimes like Jane and most people would be like "oh he's so much like his mom" and miro would be absolutely livid
I dont know man thoughts
also ignore the bad writing I genuinely do not have the mental capabilities to make it good right now (or ever, really)
also more about Jack the fish
he can't die
well he can but it's the "dosent die unless killed" thing
so he's just kinda chilling seeing everyone go through horrible horrible situations (he also speaks for Peter 2s and si wang mus death if that means anything)
there's this story idea I had of a world 2000 years FURTHER into the future of Jack chilling on this almost eternally autumn planet and then meeting one of Jane's or enders or even beans descendants and then taking her on a joy ride across colonies then trapping her on an ocean planet (his home planet) because he just kinda forgot about her
he didn't mean to trap her he just forgot and ruined this poor girls life
I'm thinking of there being an ending of all the fishes slowly dying out on his home planet and Jack just getting the whole of the fish aiua in his body alone making him have a full consciousness and not like, 1/324th of one. and that whole aiua being shoved into this one human body messes with him and sends him into either insanity or really really bad depression. And he's less "oh yea this is how humans are supposed to act, mhm yes definitely" (proceeds to be a pretty convincing human) and more "yea I'm a bunch of fish in a human fleshcoat and I have to deal with that, yea I'm weird I can't really do anything about it sorry"
so he chases down jane (who's currently now some Latino lady in her late 30s) and talks to her and makes her upset because he's being a real big bummer right now, like dude you ok
and then he goes to the lustainia and sees the piggies and the hivequeen and they talk about him technically being an alien just like them and that he should get a book too and it's upsetting that ender is dead and isn't there to write it
then he says something like "well jane didn't a book either, you 2 were lucky" and they just all kinda sit together in the now more genetically diverse lustania and then he gets a call from the kid and she's not a kid anymore she's like 70+ and dying and she just wants to leave for gods sake so he brings her to lustaina while she's dying and let's her die in his arms or something and he lies there next to what used to be where rooter was, and just quietly sing or hum or something and all the aliens that exist (cause jane is in the trees remember) all sing a chorus and it kinda ends there
I dont know what to do with the ending it's just kinda there
I dont mind it that much but I will probably change it
enderverse brainrot is real and its not fun
also what are your thoughts about bean body dysmorphia
also also I really wanna talk about Achilles but the other one
what is his name? Arkansas?
THAT WAS NOT WHAT I WROTE BUT THATS HILARIOUS
anyways I love him, I remember I loved him
need more that dude
anyways gonna draw for Palestine now good bye
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was that EMILIANO LAZAROS? the THIRTY SEVEN year old is a BAKER, how exciting to see them this season! rumors have it they are COMPASSIONATE and FORGIVING, but i’ve heard they are PASSIVE and NAIVE as well — maybe that’s why they’ve been called the QUIXOTIC. I have even heard that HE’S TERRIBLE WITH MONEY AND HIS FAMILY PAYS FOR IT, LITERALLY AND EMOTIONALLY —only time will tell.
Every good story needs good background characters, don't you think? And wouldn't you know it, I am notorious for writing Just Some Guy. And, thus, I present to you:
ABOUT.
Emiliano is the first born and only son to a family that is, frankly, just getting by. The oldest of three, Emil has always tried to support the family as best he can, but he's always been more of a hanging by the sidelines guy. Besides, Gabe may only be a little over a year younger than him, but they do a better job taking charge of the three of them, especially since their parents died not much longer after Jimena was born
Anyway, with Gabe running the home, and Jimena running around and giving them trouble to look after, Emil is just trying not to let them both down, and that starts with just holding down a job
His first ever job started on a nearby street corner selling fruit — it was simple enough to start and he had a good eye for what would taste best so for a while, it was a decent living
He quickly outgrew that though, so when Gabe started working in a noble house and scored him an in as a stable boy, he jumped at the chance. It felt romantic in a very classic way until he realized how much time he spent just hanging out with horses and the business they get up to. He sorely missed people
The thing about Emil is that he is always dreaming. Of the world, of experiences, of a life full of people and love, instead of working to the bone just to survive
So while his family sorely needs him at home, Emil knew he wanted to be out there learning and traveling like all the fancy folk do. But the Lazaros family does not have the funds for that — so he decides what he can do is try his hand at the life of a traveling salesman. Problem solved
Another thing about Emil, though, is that unfortunately he is so easy to scam. Just laughably softhearted and willing to see the best in people. That does not make you a compelling salesman, it turns out
So he does keep losing money, even after begging Gabe to send some with broken promises about investments and paying her back double. In his travels, most of what he found were people struggling just as hard as he was and his wallet was immediately opening
Eventually, and shamefully, he makes his way back home, accepting that this was just another venture lost. He learned a lot of neat home skills just so he could keep himself alive and fed while he was on the road, but nothing substantial he can make a living out of
That is, until, he stumbles on an opening at the bakery that catches his interest. It's nothing glamorous, but it's something he knows he can do, and at least he can see people regularly (sorry to the horses)
Currently... Emiliano is still just doing his best. Maybe he lives with his head in the clouds, baking his bread and pies while he dreams of a world he'll never live in, but someone's got to knead this dough, right?
STATS.
name: Emiliano Lazaros
nickname: Emil, Emmi (if you're family)
faceclaim: Alfonso Herrera
orientation: Bisexual
languages known: English, Spanish
education: Nah
height: 5'9"
likes: daydreaming, traveling, peach cobbler, talking to people, the ocean, hugs so tight your bones feel warm for a moment
dislikes: horses, monotony, snow, letting his family down, marriage
CONNECTIONS.
Friends – I imagine he tries to make friends everywhere he goes, so maybe they met young while he was a scamp on the streets, maybe they met while he was traveling and he failed to sell you on his wares, maybe you frequent the bakery and he's struck up a conversation every time you come in, the possibilities are endless
House Eaton – Anyone who has worked or visited often enough to have known Emil when he worked in the stables and are like oh... that guy. I hope he's doing okay now...
Scammed – Like I said above, even if he's fully aware you might be lying to him, Emil is so easy to scam. He wants to believe in the best from you! And even if they both know he was lied to by know, he's already forgiven them
Exes – Someone who Emil was serious about and fully in love with until the topic of marriage came up, which spooked him so badly that he just gave up on the relationship altogether. Up to you whether they were able to talk it out or he's dead to them now
Unrequited – Would it really surprise you that he's coveted someone way out of his league? A man can dream... He definitely wears his heart on his sleeve, though, so perhaps his pining is so obvious that your character is fully aware. In fact, I'll even open this up to anyone can let their character know about this lol
I'm so open for anything else under the sun though!! Please feel free to hop in my dms and whisk me away with a completely unrelated idea other than what I have up here! I am putty in your hands <3
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