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wonryllis · 1 month

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𓈒ㅤ𑁯 YOU KNOW I WANT YOU, ! ˚ യ

is here in your perfect eyes, they're all i can see, just know that these things will never change for us at all. would you lie with me and just forget the world?

lee heeseung with fem!reader in the city of love. ⋆ ARCHIVE? g. fluff, s2l, wordcnt. 550 chasing cars; snow patrol

ROCK BAND FRONTMAN heeseung who also happens to be your NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR, stumbling into you the first time when you're moving your amazon packages you accidentally ordered to his apartment number. caught right in the middle of picking up the last box, your pretty eyes looking up at him all wide and surprised.

like a little bunny caught stealing berries— he's hooked right from the beginning.

"hey, i'm heeseung," ordering his packages to your door so he can start a little something, to know your name, to know what your voice sounds like. to let you know you he is open to talk to you given any chance.

always trying to find opportunities to bump into you, looking through the peephole whenever he's home to see if you'd head out, ready with either 'taking out the trash' or 'going out for groceries' he's so desperate to get close to you, always offering to help you out with anything and everything. sometimes calling you over to listen to a new draft or to have a taste of the new recipe he tried. it shows on his face, just how he feels. and he doesn't mind it, he wants you to know; it's not a secret he tries to hide.

"it's easy, i can teach you," offering to teach you how to play the guitar when you awe over his skills. the thought of having his hands over yours, guiding them to hit the strings right, his face right next to yours, cheeks touching; it was a step closer.

slow and steady was his plan.

but once he knew of how you'd been here only for a one year work program, he realizes there isn't enough time to take it slow. and from then on he's actively pursuing you. asking you out on dates, even though he doesn't specifically tell you it's a date, the things he takes you out for are obvious enough. expensive restaurants and famous bakeries, pretty parks and romantic plays, boating picnics and city tours to show you all the places he'd bring you to every weekend.

waiting right outside the building with breakfast, in the morning when you leave for work to walk with you and drop you off. sometimes he'd wait outside your door but after you told him he doesn't need to do so much for you, he stubbornly opted to wait downstairs, telling you he's heading to work too. his studio on the other side and his 'work' starting whenever he wants it to.

sometimes he would ask you to come over for help because he can't write anything and having you close gives him inspiration. sitting with you out in the balcony, coffee mugs in hand while he makes you laugh, your pretty little smile flooding his mind with hearts and fuzzy feelings.

sending flowers to your workplace at lunch along with little desserts and sweet little notes telling you he'll keep trying until the end.

slowly as you accept him and his love, he'd invite you to his shows, giving you vip passes for backstage so you can be with before and after he's on stage. dedicating songs to a special someone and talking about everything he loves about you, he's smitten; wondering what he'd do when the year is over.

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adams-angels · 4 months

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Can you do one where Adam sees you as a place holder for his wives and doesn’t respect you ever but when you want to leave him he realizes just how much he truly cares about you and then like over course of a period of time (your choice) we forgive him :)

Thank you for listening ❤️

This was a fun one! I love a bit of angst. Can't get enough of the stuff!!

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Reader POV because I got a similar ask which I'll write as Adams POV

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It's all I ever asked for. To be respected. To be loved. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be alone and wait for him while he was out galavanting around the heavens! How was it fair? He'd only ever sees me for sex. He wouldn't reply to my texts but god fucking forbid I miss one of his texts.

Or in this case ignore. I've had enough. I'm not being second choice anymore! So I texted him "we're done." I know it's cowardly to "break up" via text but it's not even like we were dating! I placed my phone down on my side table. I should of put it on silent. Why didn't I put it on silent.

Curling up on my bed, tears flowing from my eyes as I hear the vibration on my phone. He's either calling or text bombing me. I pick up my phone to see several missed called and about 20 texts already.

You think you're better than me?!

You're nothing!

I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT

YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!

I sob.

I must of fallen asleep during my crying of self pity. I stretch out my arms as I sit up only to see Adam at the doorway. I scream in surprise, falling off my bed hitting my phone off the nightstand in the process. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" I yell at him.

He stands there, looming over me. "You want to leave me?" He asked, never had I heard him so emotionless. I tut as I stand up. "You say that like you cared." I retort, picking my phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards me, reaching out but I pulled away. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."

I can't help but sigh, collapsing on my bed, hair covering my face. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." I can hear Adam moving closer, his wings dragging across the floor. "What are you talking about?" One of his hands land on mine. "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with mine as his other hand brushes my hair from my face revealing my teary eyes. "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."

His hand cups my face and I just can't help but melt into his touch. "Be mine?" I shrug in response. Clearing his throat he clarifies, "no, I'm asking. Be mine." I can't help but look at him like an idiot, my heart skipping a beat. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"

"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He stares at me with a blank expression. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in what I can only assume is annoyance. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." Never have I seen him look so weak. So... Small? "I'll have to think about it." I can't tell if he feels relieved or worried. Maybe both. "H-how long will that take?" He asked with a hint of desperation.

"I don't know, Adam." I shrug. My words hung in the air. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kissed my hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." I watch as he leaves my apartment. No through the door of course, no, he always had to leave from the balcony. I usually watch as he flies away. But not this time..

It's been about a month since I last spoke to Adam. I've seen him about. Doing his thing. It makes me laugh. When ever he notices me he freezes up. Just last week he was talking to Sera and as soon as he noticed me walk past he just stared. I swear I heard Sera say "earth to Adam."

Today I decided. I head towards his office, walking past several anxious angles. I heard yelling come from inside his office and then something smash. Before I could knock the door swung open and standing before me was a very frustrated Adam. His feathers were literally ruffled. "Y/n?" He was surprised to see me but his expression changed quickly as he remembered in was in the presence of his underlings. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. It was mess. I mean, I've seen it messy before but this was a whole new level. Documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. "Bad day?" I commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven."

He slumps down on his chair, watching me as I walk over to his office window, opening it to get some of that heavenly fresh air in. "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight. "And?"

"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." I don't even get a chance to turn and face him before he's already darted from his chair wrapping me in his arms. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His wings surrounded us. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

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spiderlyla · 8 months

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IS THAT FLUFF-TOBER I HEAR

okay hear me out: playing with Miguels hair/ Miguel playing with your hair

Like he's laying with his head on your lap and you're just running your fingers through his hair and you can basically see and feel him slowly relax under your touch, maybe even slowly falling asleep :(

Or the other way around, laying on his lap and he's playing with your hair and you can just fully relax with him <3

Idk I'm a sucker for this kind of scenario 😭😭😭

Day 5 of Flufftober

synopsis: playing in miguel's hair

pairing: gn!reader × miguel o'hara (no pronouns used)

tags: soft miguel, pet names (baby, honey, etc..)

lumi's note: SPIINEYY!!! thank you sm for your request, i got so excited to write this :)

he can't remember how, or when, but if he recalls correctly, it was as the sun was setting, when he found himself on your balcony, pushing the sliding door and letting himself into your living room.

you always left it unlocked, always, in case he comes home late at night. he always told you to lock it, paranoid that some sort of villian will trace his steps and find you, but today, he was extremly thankful you did not listen to him.

the door made a little screeching noise, miguel could hear your rushed footsteps, making your way from the kitchen to the living room. the sight of you, mouth slightly agape, wearing nothing but a shirt of his made made him smile just slightly. you on the other hand, looked extremly concerned.

"mig, what's wrong?" you rushed to his side. always such a worry wart, he blamed himself for that, god knows how many nights he showed up on your doorstep bloodied and bruised. "nothing, thought I'd come see you."

"you never come back this early." you reached for his face, and he almost dropped to his knees when you touched him. your soft hands cupped both his cheeks, thumbs moving across his skin, making a mental note of how his the eyebags under his eyes have only gotten darker. always so exhausted. always do tired, always so weak when he feels you touch him. "has something happened?"

"no, no, baby, stop." he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in by the waist, slumping over and nuzzling his head into your neck. you were so incredibly warm, and you smelled of that lavender bodywash he'd bought earlier this month, god, he could get just drunk off of the smell of your skin. "I needed a break."

your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, hand tangeled at the end of his curls, "okay, you should go change then, while I make you something to eat, would that—"

"no," he straightened up, taking your hand in his, and pulling you closer to the couch. you silently followed him, a little curious to what he had in mind. he sat down, tapped his gizmo, the suit on his body dematerliazing into thin air, getting replaced by a pair of sweats and a white shirt. "here." he gestured you sit beside him, and you obliged queitly.

miguel moved, laying himself down on the couch, using your thighs as a pillow for his head. he arched himself a couple of times, groaning at the pain he felt in his back and neck. "do you want a massage?"

"no, no.." he moved your hands himself, putting one on his chest, and one on his hair. you smiled, he'd never tell you right to your face, maybe feeling embaressed at how it made him feel, but he loved it when you played in his hair.

you got to work, detangling his soft tufts of black strands, freeing them from the hold of the gel miguel used so it wouldn't flop down onto his face when he took off his mask. you ran your fingers through his hair, rolling some short curls around your finger, letting a few strands loose onto his forehead, even doing the longer parts into little braids.

miguel groaned queitly, putting a hand on his eyes, shutting them close. "yeah, just like that." he whispered, mostly to himself more than anything. you playfully tugged a strand while braiding, and he grunted, removing his hand just to glance at you. "don't pull, honey." you giggled, leaning down, pushing the loosened hair off his forehead and leaving a kiss. a chuckle rumbled in his chest, then he closed his eyes again.

"maybe you should tone the gel down a little bit, mig." you hummed, "It's affecting your hair a little, lots of breaking."

"Mhm."

"don't worry, it's not bad at all—I think I need to trim your hair a little too—I could also lend you some of that hair mask product I've been trying, you should massage it into your scalp—"

"you should do that." he mumbled queitly, his tone not demanding, rather pleading. miguel was a strong man, but when you had your hands in his hair, it weakened him, the tender affection he received from you brought him to his knees.

"hm, guess I will." he felt your lips press against his forehead, and he shuddered at the sensation, grinning ever so slightly.

you kept detangling it, softly giving him a massage, watching as the man most people deemed as intimidating and unapproachable, come undone at the touch of your hand. groans of relief escaped his lips, his muscles relaxed in no time.

you sat in silence for a few minutes, before you suddenly heard the soft snores of your boyfriend, who, when you looked down, was fast asleep, mouth agap.

you giggled a little, awe-struck by his handsome face and messy hair, how even when he slept, his eyebrows stayed furrowed a little. you could keep staring at him for ages.

and maybe today, you just might.

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cheollipop · 1 year

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love you goodbye

navi | taglist

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.7k

tags: smut, angst, lots of angst, and even more angst

when seonghwa received a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he all but threw himself at it—except, he had to leave you behind. with his plane ticket sitting idly on his bedside, he bids you one final goodbye.

warnings: breakup sex, unprotected sex (boooo 👎🏼), creampie, lots of crying (a LOT of crying), lots of L bombs too bc they're still very much in love and life SUCKS, nicknames (hwa, pretty girl, sweet girl, darling, love, sweetheart)

A/N: I feel the need to issue a formal apology for this one. once I started it, I just couldn't stop —I originally planned it to be around 1k words... but, well. ehem. anyway. this was kind of inspired by 2521 too, soo... enjoy? haha.. ha.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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You knew from the start that Seonghwa was hiding something from you, but you decided not to address it, not until he was ready to approach you on his own. He was never good at keeping secrets—a rush of nervous energy taking over him at the mere thought of it. He'd stutter when you'd question him, struggle to meet your eyes, fiddle with his thumbs—all telltale signs that he was a crumbling mess on the inside, guilt and anxiety eating at his very soul.

The signs started early this time, and yet, you pretended not to notice. How his mind would wander into unknown territory while you spoke about your day, his attentive eyes and curious nods replaced by a blank stare while he feigned engrossment. How he closed his laptop as soon as you stepped foot into the room, claiming he was suddenly tired and wanted to go to sleep when you questioned him. How he lied awake in bed hours after turning the lights off and kissing you goodnight, tossing and turning and exhaling deep sighs while he wrestled with his thoughts.

You remained patient, still set on waiting for him to take the first step. But when Seonghwa got into bed just before dawn reeking of cigarettes, the stench so strong you had to wash your sheets the next day, you couldn't sit still anymore. Especially so after seeing the ashtray on your balcony filled to the brim with the squashed buds—despite having emptied it two days ago—with two empty cigarette packets thrown haphazardly beside it on the small table.

"They offered me a job in Paris, and it's… it's a really good job," he'd answered when you finally confronted him. Once in a lifetime, he had described it. His dream job; something he had been working towards since before he'd met you. And so, who were you to ask him to stay? To ask him to let this opportunity go, simply to keep him for a little while longer? Before he began to hate you for it, before he realized that he shouldn't have listened to you—that he should have let you go when he had the chance.

So you told him to take it, pushing back the tears stinging at your eyes and plastering a smile onto your face—you could only hope it looked convincing. And yet, Seonghwa didn't look pleased. Quite the opposite, he began to cry, hot tears streaming down his face while he yelled and screamed at how unbelievable you were—letting him go so easily.

In spite of that, Seonghwa listened to you, accepting the offer. You knew you had to be supportive of his decision despite the burning in your chest when he stopped fighting against the idea of leaving you. Part of you hoped he would stay for you and still love you all the same, but it seemed like those two statements could never exist together.

You felt cruel for the satisfaction you felt at his hesitance while you sat down to book his plane ticket, locking in the decision the both of you dreaded. But still, you had to be supportive, even if that meant booking the ticket yourself because Seonghwa's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The breath of relief he exhaled after the confirmation screen loaded made your stomach stir, your dinner mixed with bile and pure despair inching their way up your system and collecting at the back of your throat. You swallowed them down and threw on your best smile, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.

"We should set a time to call. By the time I wake up, you would be at work, but if we-"

"Seonghwa," you interrupted, the lump in your throat growing bigger the more you heard him speak about the future.

You knew the second he told you about the job that you wouldn't be able to handle a long-distance relationship. You had been living together for over a year, dating for several more; having him more than ten meters away from you for longer than a day would be too absurd to comprehend. Seeing him less than three times a year? You'd be more convinced with a UFO outside your window.

"What? I promise I'll find the time, I just need to adjust my schedule and-" he continued and the throbbing in your chest almost made you double over in pain.

"Let's just end it all."

–

The slow ticking of the clock on the wall across from you, the suitcases packed full of Seonghwa's belongings, the insistent shuffling of bodies against the sheets—they all wrote themselves into the memory of his last day with you.

Seonghwa stilled above you, the sheen of sweat covering his body reflecting the moonlight where it peeked through the window. His eyes took in your expression, your features, and everything about you; all the while, his hands ran over the curves of your body, stopping momentarily to tweak at your nipples before wrapping around your waist.

"Hwa, please move," you whined and rolled your hips against him, his cock sheathed inside you.

Seonghwa slid a hand down to your hips, stilling their movements before leaning closer to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. He trailed kisses down to your jaw, then back up across your cheeks to your temple. His hips ground against yours, pressing against the gummy spot that made your eyes roll back.

"H-hwa, more," you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your nails digging into his biceps.

"Shh, there's no rush," he whispered against your skin, still placing kisses wherever he could.

You knew there was no rush. The way he made you fall apart on his tongue and fingers over and over again for what felt like hours was enough proof of that; but perhaps part of you was in a hurry to get this over with, this final goodbye that you'd been dreading for weeks. Seonghwa had looked at you with those big eyes, wet and glimmering as he spoke, "Can I have you? One last time. Please, let this be the last thing I ever ask of you." You had to pretend that his words did not shatter your heart, the pieces piercing through your insides every time he looked at you with anguish staining his features.

He's had you in every way possible, but this felt different. The slow grinding of his hips against yours, his cock heavy between your walls—still, he moved slowly, as if chasing his orgasm was the last of his concerns—his feathery touch raising goosebumps all over your skin. It was intimate in ways you never wished it to be, in ways that tore your heart out of your chest and left you bleeding out.

"How am I supposed to just let you go?" He breathed out against your neck while his hips continued their grinding, his pelvis brushing against your clit.

Your hands eased around his biceps, wrapping around him instead and pressing into his back. A bitter smile curled the corners of your lips. "I'm sure you'll find a pretty French lady as soon as you land-"

"But I want you," he pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, his own heavy with tears. "I need you, (Y/n)."

Your eyes burned as hot tears gathered along your waterline. "You need to let me go, Hwa," your voice shook, barely over a whisper.

He wasn't oblivious to the facade you had been hiding behind, concealing your hurt to support his decision so he wouldn't beat himself up for leaving you. Perhaps he willingly chose to ignore it, finding it easier to believe that he was the only one bearing an aching heart. It was only now that he became conscious of his selfishness—leaving you to deal with your sorrow and grief alone rather than being there for you. Rather than being there for each other.

Seonghwa knew he couldn't go back to fix his mistakes, so he resorted to focusing on making you feel good, watching as pleasure overtook your features with every roll of his hips. His hand cupped your jaw, and his lips slotted against yours. You reciprocated, pressing your lips against his, and at that, Seonghwa almost let out a sigh of relief. The kiss was soft, gentle, paired with the easy twist of tongues.

In the few hours he had left with you, he wanted to have you in every way he could think of. Seonghwa wanted everything about you to forever be engraved into his mind—from your features and how they reacted everytime his cock pressed against your favourite spot, to the blush on your cheeks when he told you he loved you.

Seonghwa drew his length halfway out of you, sinking it back into your clenching heat, feeling your legs twitch against his hips as you took him inch by inch between your pulsing walls.

"Hwa, h-hwa, please just- ah," your nails dug into the soft skin of his back and you rolled your hips to meet his slow thrusts.

He reveled in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, sucking him in down to the base and refusing to let him go. He sucked a bruise under your jaw—something to remember him by; as if you could ever forget.

"Sweet girl," he kissed you, a gentle brush over your lips. "I love you so much."

His words sent a jolt of pain through your chest, tears pooling in your eyes once again. "Seonghwa…"

He ignored the strain in your voice. "Let me take care of you." He kissed away the trail of tears running down your temple. "Will you let me love you one last time?"

You brought your hands to Seonghwa's face, wiping away the wetness staining his precious skin. You nodded, a broken sob escaping you while you spoke, "one last time."

You held each other, bodies flush while Seonghwa pounded his cock into you, grinding his hips into yours before going back to fucking you at a relentless pace.

His eyes never wavered off your face, and he denied every request to change positions—he wanted to see you, to take you in fully, to write you so accurately into his mind he could draw you with his eyes closed.

"Nghhh, Hwa. Fuck- I'm so close," you moaned against his mouth before he muffled your sweet melodies with his lips.

He pressed his hand onto the underside of your thigh, spreading you open and allowing him to stuff you full of his cock with every thrust. Your legs trembled under his touch, a breath away from coming undone.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so well, my love. Oh, my pretty girl, I'm going to miss you so much," he nuzzled his nose against yours while he molded your lips together, swallowing all your moans.

The look in his eyes—so full of love and grief—was the last thing you remembered before you tipped over the edge, your body seizing up under Seonghwa as pleasure rushed through you like a shockwave. His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles around it while he continued to pump his cock into you.

"Hah, J-just a little more, a-ahh," he blew heavy breaths into your open mouth, his tongue slipping out to lick over your top lip. "Where do you want me, sweetheart?"

"I-Inside, please. Fill me up, Hwa," you clawed at his back, eyes shut tightly as the pain from overstimulation mixed with pleasure, Seonghwa's cock punching against the spot that made your back arch.

His hips stuttered, managing a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling his seed inside you, warmth spreading through your abdomen as ribbons of white decorated your walls. A series of I love you's streaming from the both of you as you rode out your highs.

Something hot dropped onto your cheek. Opening your eyes, you were met with Seonghwa's own, bloodshot and glassy with overflowing tears dripping onto your skin. His broken sobs pierced through the stillness in the room, shaking his whole body as they ripped through his chest, and the pain squeezed at your heart so tightly you thought it might arrest.

You held him against your chest while he cried, his softening cock still stuffed inside you. Rubbing slow circles into his back, you waited until his breathing steadied before you spoke.

"It's the right thing to do, leaving," you muttered, afraid to speak any higher.

He sniffled, burying his face further into your chest. "I know," he whispered, voice nasally and hoarse.

A few seconds of silence passed before you spoke again, your bottom lip wobbling as you tried to get the words out.

"Hwa, please be happy-"

"(Y/n), don't."

"Just let me- p-please, I need to-" your voice broke, tears falling into his hair and wetting the soft strands.

Seonghwa remained quiet, and you took it as a sign to continue.

"T-take care of yourself, and make sure you're not s-skipping meals," you sniffled, pressing your lips to his temple as you spoke. "Make friends so you're not alone there, and go out with your coworkers, but don't get t-too drunk because I won't be there to take care of you-" You felt his shoulders shake against you, wetness dripping down your collarbones. "I won't ask you to forget about me, I don't want that either. But at least try to find love, Hwa. I-I want you to be happy," you placed kiss after kiss against the side of his face, carding your fingers through his hair. "Are you even listening?"

You smiled against his temple when he nodded, his voice rough from crying, broken with sobs.

"I'm going to m-miss you so much."

–

Seonghwa lied awake for hours after you had tucked yourself into his chest, breathing out a final I love you before succumbing to the grip of sleep.

He heard the early birds singing outside your window, and yet the joyful melody did nothing to ease the harrowing ache in his chest. He stayed there long enough for them to leave their nest, soaring across the sky in celebration of the new day. But Seonghwa stayed there, lying on his side with his arms secured around your figure, storing every last detail about you—every last blemish scattered across your skin—into his mind. For hours, he studied the angle at which your nose sloped, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers squeezed at his skin in your sleep, how the first rays of sunlight peeked through the open blinds to cast shadows over your features. He wondered how long it would be before he'd begin to forget certain things about you—the scent of your perfume, the way the corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled, your favourite songs, your usual café order. He also wondered whether moving across the globe would even matter, if it made a difference, or would everything that made you so uniquely you be etched into his mind forever?

"Wake me up before you go," you'd told him before you fell asleep, but he couldn't bear having to say goodbye again. So he turned your alarms off, watching your peaceful expression and wondering what you were dreaming about. He hoped it was something nice, something other than him.

Quietly rolling his suitcases outside, Seonghwa walked back into your once shared bedroom, memories dripping off the painted walls. He crouched by your bedside, his eyes finding your face, resting calm and placid on your pillow. He pressed his lips against your forehead, keeping them there for a few seconds and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"I hope you get everything you've ever wanted, my love," he whispered against your skin, eyes prickling with tears. But I hope I never hear a thing about it, he added silently.

As Seonghwa closed the door behind him, his keys left behind on your kitchen island, he finally allowed reality to seep into his mind. He was leaving, and you were letting him go. He walked down the hallway while he tried to process the emotions rushing through him, his plane ticket sitting idly in his coat pocket.

There was no place for you and him in this world, not if the both of you wanted to be happy. But perhaps in another life, you would finally get your happy ending.

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idlestxrs · 8 months

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Alone in winter | Geto Suguru x gn!reader

Summary: After Geto's spiral into madness, Gojo began to grow more cold towards you every passing hour. Your once happy trio is beginning to feel more and more like...just yourself. That is until one snowy evening, a familiar face lights a fire in your heart you never realized you had before. Genre: friends to lovers, angst to mild fluff Notes: Inspired by (G)I-DLE's song "Hann (Alone in winter)"

"Satoru?" You looked up at him as he stared off into the night, sitting on the balcony of the apartment you both shared. He simply turned to look at you, not making a sound. "I'm glad you're still here with me." You spoke softly to him. The only sounds that could be heard were that of the cold wind of the winter blowing softly in the night. He nodded his head at your comment and went back to spacing out. Ever since Suguru had gone off the deep end, nothing had been the same. Especially not with Satoru Gojo. He mentally blamed you for not being able to save Geto from himself, however deep inside Gojo knew you he was more guilty than you ever would be. He had been the one to lash out at Geto after getting frustrated with him. You'd always pull Geto aside to comfort him when his mind became troubled and actually listened to him, as opposed to Gojo's one track mind of trying to get him back on track to becoming the strongest sorcerers in history. Gojo wanted to say you enabled Geto's thoughts by consoling him when they'd get bad, but in reality Gojo was just bitter he hadn't been as good of a friend to him before he eventually spiraled the same way you had. Now he was pushing you away too. He'd rather forget about Geto all together and carry on, and you were a constant reminder of the missing piece of what used to be a perfect trio. Three best friends, all broken in one way or another by a world that failed them all. The colder Gojo got, the closer you felt like wanting to run away too in hopes of finding Geto. If you did find him, would he kill you? You really didn't care. Everything around you felt like it was crumbling into into pieces. Gojo was going to lose you too if he didn't get his act together, but you never had the nerve to say anything to him. His coldness only made it harder to speak with him, someone you use to be able to tell anything. "I mean it Satoru. I'm really happy we still have each other." You repeated yourself hoping for more of a response, but he still continued to ignore you. You got up from your seat next to him and went inside. You stormed into your room and grabbed your phone before grabbing some shoes and a jacket to go outside. Sure it was late at night, and cold, but you didn't really care anymore. Staring at the stars while walking, you noticed how some twinkled brighter than others. It reminded you of yourself. You used to be one of those brighter stars, but you knew your light was beginning to fade. The cold metal bench Gojo, Geto and yourself used to sit on seemed to taunt you as you sat down on it, reminding you even more of why you were hurting so much. The bone chilling feeling didn't only come from the temperature, but from the memories that were flooding back so rapidly. Good and bad. A doleful feeling washed over you and you thought back to the day you remembered all too well. The day you witnessed Geto break. You brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, resting your head on them as you sat on the bench and cried. The wind whistled as snow began to fall from the ground. You didn't care if it was cold outside. You were used to it. Closing your eyes, you pictured a time when you were happier in your head as the chilling wind blew your hair around. Suddenly, footsteps began to approach the bench and you felt that someone had sat down next to you. As you opened your eyes, you almost couldn't believe them. Did you just fall too far into a daydream or what?

"Long time no see, Y/N." The man spoke. His voice was a bit raspy from the cold, but his dark eyes and long black hair were unmistakable. "Is it really you?" A desperate tone echoed through your words. "Would I be sitting next to you so closely if it wasn't?" Geto chuckled. His voice sounded like pure honey. You stood up off the bench and he did the same. He pulled you into a hug. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He lowered his voice. He was still on the run after all and he would never risk getting you put in harms way. Ever since he left Jujutsu society a year ago and became who he was now, he never showed up much. There were times you swore you saw him in public, but this was the first time actually seeing him. You cried into his arms. Everything had been so hard without him. You hated him for what he'd done, but it was merely a hate for his actions. You could never hate him. As you both pulled away from the hug, Geto sat back down on the bench and gave you a warm, inviting smile. You laid down on the bench so that your head was in his lap. He looked down at you and you looked up at him, both smiling at each other. After talking to each other for hours about life on the bench, catching up with one another, he noticed the feint light of the sun. "Want me to walk you home?" He offered. He knew the dangers that would follow if he was spotted, but he didn't care. He'd die for you if he had to. Overtime he realized the feelings he had for you too, yet neither of you had mentioned them yet. "No." You spoke with a smile on your face. "You can take me anywhere, just not home." Your words threw him for a loop. "What exactly do you mean, Y/N?" He thought he knew what you meant, but he had to make sure he wasn't assuming things. "I want to go with you." You said bluntly. Selfishly he wanted to tell you to come along, but he knew for your safety it wasn't a good idea. "As much as I'd love that, you can't. The higher-ups will start hunting you down if they catch wind you ran off with me. I can't let you put yourself in harms way for me." He hugged you tightly and a tear fell down his cheek. He didn't want to let you go, but he had to. "I don't care. I can protect myself, and you. Just like I know you can protect yourself, and me." He heard the determination in your voice. It sounded to him like you had already made this decision a long time ago. You were just waiting to find him again. "But what about Satoru?" He posed another question he thought would challenge you. Instead, it pushed a button he had no idea was there. "I don't care about him anymore. I tried to be there for him but he ignored me. He doesn't care about me either. Trust me. I did my best, but it wasn't enough for him. Ever." You snapped. Geto looked shocked, but ultimately, tried to be understanding. "Well. There's no talking you out of this, huh?" He chuckled. "Then come on. Let's get going before the sun comes up." He placed a kiss on your cheek and gave you another quick hug before leading the way. He was looking forward to living with you.

#jujutsu kasien #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru fluff #geto fluff #friends to lovers #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satoru angst #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #jujutsu kaisen x you

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faerunsbest · 6 days

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A follow up to this

When rolan realizes he's been inattentive that his partner, his lover, heart believes they're not actually important to him. Not next to his work.

It breaks his heart and leaves him feeling miserable. When finally he looks at them, top to bottom, he notices so many little things he'd been too busy to see before.

Tired shadows under their eyes, nails dull, uneven and cracked, stains on the knees of their pants and the hair that used to be glossy and smooth was now a bit dull wrapped up in a messy bun.

He wasn't taking care of them at all, what a mess. Rolan pulled them close against him, pressing kisses to them before dragging them back up stairs to their room.

" I haven't been caring for you, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, let me fix it please."

They go upstairs, he makes a point of running a bath, oils and bubbles and his favorite shampoo and all those hair things she used to use. All the while his lover still looks at him with deep worry once the bath is ready he guides them feeling increasingly guilty that his sudden attention makes them nervous.

Had he truly been so neglectful? While they sit in the bath, it apparent that they can't relax. Though they don't let go of his hand while he sits by them.

"Rolan...what's going on?"

He let's them reach up to touch his face, hands now a bit rough. He sighs against them while taking their hand in his, kissing their knuckles.

"I just...I haven't been thinking, and today I was talking about pulling your own weight and realized... I've just been letting you do everything. I haven't been taking care of you like I promised I would. I've been so awful I let you think you're not important to me "

His love sitting the bath, listening to his voice crack as he speaks. They lean over to kiss his forehead.

"Would you sit with me? It's lovely in here..."

He just looks over a bit glum

"Please?"

He isn't going to refuse a single request, he swears to himself. He's going to make it up to them. Rolan strips to climb into the bath and sit with them, feeling his loves body on his lap, resting on his chest. Rolan held them close, letting them lay and finally relax against him.

He spent the remainder of the day spoiling them, giving them all his attention, and when finally they lay in bed together they were pressed up against him. Rolan mused that he would have to rearrange his entire schedule to make sure this didn't have a chance to happen again.

And he would.

One year later, he's home at 4 in the afternoon, hurrying into the tower with a pastry box in hand. Today is his favorite day, the night before rest day. He grins as he heads into the kitchen to see his love there making their part of dinner.

He sneaks in to press a kiss to their cheek, loving the way they lean back against him. As they do, he holds out the box for them.

"They made it again!?"

"I made a special order."

He plops it into their hands before taking off his outter robe and nudging them out of the way so he can take over dinner.

Together they bustle about until it's time to scuttle up to the highest balcony with their dinner, pastry and wine. Tonight they've got a got a date to sit out for dinner and watch the nearby festival put on its fireworks show.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #tiefling #romance #life gets better #he loves his person so much #makes such a point to show how nich he loves them

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antiromanticbaby · 8 months

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Black Lotus - Satan

Prince!Satan x GN!Reader

[✧] ー we need more Victorian era themed stuff of these characters :( happy late birthday, Satan <3

Summary: Satan's birthday ball had been quite suffocating, he wanted a break. And who else better than the masked stranger on the balcony to strike up a conversation with? Similar to: roses - lucifer beware: I'm trying to write something historical (just tad bit) so correct me if any title was wrong alright? It's kinda hard keeping it gender neutral ;-; You can listen to: undecided for now, any classic song goes well. my recommended song is merry-go round of life Not proof read

TO think he would be stuck here of all places. Yes, Satan appreciated the fact that his brothers had gone as far as throwing a full blown ball for his birthday, but it was so unnecessary. Uncomfortable in his own skin, hidden behind a mask and smile. He would much rather sit in the silent library, without all these eyes on him, as he enjoyed a roller coaster of adventures with his beloved books. These restrained smiles, two faces now turned three, laughing and enjoying a birthday he wasn't. The big reveal was yet to come. The plan was for him to communicate with other nobles without them keeping themselves back just because he was the fourth born prince. Hence why masks covered everyone's faces. But Satan would much rather do the communication with what the others deemed as peasants than nobles. After all, many of these nobles were of no interest to him. They were just puppets, thinking they were the puppeteer, unaware to all the strings his brothers had attached to them.

He could read these nobles like open books, yet they thought a smile would protect them from Satan's sharp mind and eyes. While this ball did boost his ego (and was his chance at meeting suitors), he wanted a break. There people hired by his brothers to look like the 'prince', and converse with others so they would be distracted from the actual prince. Satan glanced at where all the gifts where.

All these and yet no books? How disappointing.

He needed a break, didn't he? He was tired of keeping up this act. Unfortunately for him, as he approached his favorite spot in the ballroom -the balcony- someone was already there. At least it was one person, not a group of drunk nobles. Whoever this person was, they seemed to be silent too. Good for him. But if this other guest also wanted a break from these nobles, perhaps they could get along. So he decided to approach them, you. He was the prince, he could break rules anytime.

"Good evening, sir/miss. You know, there is an indoor space with couches and tables, correct? Surely your grace wouldn't want to catch a cold." Satan spoke, keeping his distance. Neither of you knew each other's identity and he wondered just how he should address you. You probably had no idea. He decided he would speak about this matter later tomorrow with his etiquette teacher.

You turned around, unbothered by his presence. Of course you were, you viewed him like any other noble guest here and not the prince. "My sincerest apologies, my lord. The ball was getting quite suffocating, so I came to the balcony for some fresh air."

"I know how that feels," Satan replies, his tone of voice still sounding dull. He couldn't help but agree. All night, nothing had grabbed his attention and that was boring him to death. He was tempted to sneak out and back to the library but knowing the annoying eldest, he'd be dragged back in no time. He frowned. Usually nobles came to balls with a partner, so where was yours. "Please disregard my question if it seems to invasive, but are you alone?"

"Yes unfortunately, I couldn't find a suitable partner for the night." you spoke. "If you do not mind answering, how about you, my lord?"

"Hm… I was here by force, this day is more of a celebration for my brothers than myself. I never took a liking to such events, people, conversations." Satan is rather blunt about this. However he made sure his statues are hidden. "What a coincidence, that we both find ourselves in the same predicament." he pauses, then adds, "You are very mysterious, I've never seen you before."

"What a coincidence, that you speak the same lines as the forbidden book 'Black Lotus*', the tale of a musician and a blind prince who only realized he had fallen for a man once the musician was executed." You hummed, smiling. It was the same predicament of the book too, only that none of you were blind. And that you hadn't expected him to be the prince.

"You are quite the bold one, admitting that you have read a forbidden book." Satan pauses for one moment before speaking, "But I must admit, I have read it too. I can't say I feel any sympathy for the blind prince, if only he could've seen the man who he loved, maybe it would've been a different story."

His expression, rather cold from the outside, is warmer than usual as he speaks. You nodded, speaking up. The sudden shift in Satan's attitude hadn't gone unnoticed by you. "And of course, the musician could see. The piece he had written out for the prince and him only... the piano sheets were written in the book and I am truly amazed at how beautiful it was." You sighed dreamily. "For our tale will never end in love. The name of the ballade was… fairy tale, right?"

"Yes, I believe 'fairy tale' is the name of the ballade. As if fate was mocking those who read it. Quite the wise of choice of name if I may speak." If it wasn't for the expressionless and masquerade mask, it would be possible to tell exactly how intrigued Satan actually is by the conversation; he might have even chuckled.

"Quite informant, my lord. I wonder how vast your library and how powerful your connections are." You chuckled, teasing him just the slightest. If the noble in front of you could have his hands on a forbidden book, you wondered what else he could do with his power. He raised his eyebrows, however the action was hidden beneath the mask. "Are you impressed by such things?"

"Who knows, my lord." You turned away from his prying eyes, a smile pulling up to your lips. "A wise and knowledgeable man such as you must have travelled a lot, am I correct?"

"Yes, my lord/lady. However, I have only travelled a little." he shook his head bitterly. "I live quite the secluded life, you see, I have been on a couple of... diplomatic missions. However, the most I've travelled is in and out of the palace library. I still read about distant lands and people and learn of their ways and customs. Though I am no longer allowed outside of our kingdom or this castle." he looks rather saddened by this comment. "My family has quite the power, and after my oldest brother, I would be the most suitable to take over. If he were to somehow die, I would be the first in line to take over our family, based on our parents' will. That would put a target on my back so my mother and father don't allow me out of the castle and our kingdom anymore."

"What a bitter tale, my lord. This reminded me of the tale of the magician who escaped the life of nobles and once his family took a hold of him again, he was forced to live a life of isolation until he was in power. And until then, his only escapism of this cruel reality were books." Your frowned at that. "And yet, all along, he knew that these books could only give him a semblance of reality."

"You mean 'The Mad Magician'? Were you aware that this book has been written based on true stories?" He asked, interested. You knew so many books didn't you? Perhaps you were more interesting than you let on. And in that moment, the mask on your face was looking more like an obstacle than anything else. What a mystery you were.

"There are days I could relate to that story." He pauses, a bittersweet smile forming on his face. "Sometimes I dream about leaving the castle, running away with nothing but the clothes on my back and whatever books I can carry, and never look back." he laughs, but there's a sadness to it.

You frowned at that. You knew how strict most royal families were, but to this extent? Perhaps if you knew more about his title and just who he was, you could have a better grasp. Before you could speak up, he did. "I often think of what would happen to me if my eldest brother is gone, will my life be any better? And as much as I try to despise him, I imagine that I would feel empty without him. The imagination of not having him is quite saddening, as much as I hate to admit it."

"You know, my lord," You paused, wondering how to word it. "Perhaps one day we can go on adventures together, and remake our favorite scenes in books."

"That sounds… appealing… we could explore the world and escape, even for a little while." Satan's eyes lit up. "To be free from our duties, our restrictions and to just explore… it's an alluring prospect, indeed."

"And perhaps, we can begin by sharing our full names, by taking our masks off." A smile tugged up to your lips. "After all, we have spoken of forbidden book and romance, this wouldn't change a thing, would it?"

You were caught off guard as Satan stepped closer, closing the distance between you. He grasped your hands in his and brought it to his mask, a smile finally gracing his cold demeanor. He allowed you to take it off, relishing in the way your eyes widened. You were talking to the prince all this time and only now you understood. "If our secrets are to be told, then I believe we should start with our faces. Now may I see yours, my lord/lady? What is it that I ought to call you?"

Your mouth fell agape and your hands went to your mask, but before you could take it off, hurried footsteps approached. A deep voice spoke up, and you could identify those intense red eyes anywhere. The crown prince, Lucifer. "It seems that you have taken your mask off before the due time, Satan." He gave you a passing glance before motioning for Satan to put it back up. "No matter, come with me quickly, it is about time we reveal who you are."

There was no room for objection as Lucifer walked back inside the ballroom, expecting Satan to follow. Just as things were going well, the eldest had to ruin it for him again. He put his mask back on, giving you a warm smile and nod of the head before leaving. That night, you left a black lotus in the balcony where you stood. And going home, you thought he would never know you.

Little did you know, you didn't go home alone that night.

But as time passed, you would notice lotuses appearing on your balcony. Each time on top of a new book, sometimes even forbidden books. Perhaps the ball wasn't as fruitless as it seemed, because soon enough, letters arrived too.

happy birthday Satan, our little ball of wrath.

Black Lotus: I came up with this book very randomly and chose this name because black lotus symbolizes death, and rebellion.

p.: And after two weeks of receiving endless flowers, a majestic carriage stopped in front of your castle/palace/mansion/place. You can decide how it went :)

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mammalsofaction · 7 days

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Don't Leave Me Here Alone

Rating: E

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Tags: incredibly emotional smut, fuck or die, human Perry, talking Perry, bath sex which is incredibly inadvisable considering Heinz's age specifically, a Perry that is so so whipped for his nemesis

Summary:

I need you, he thinks. Loudly, loudly, never loud enough. "Heinz," he says instead, and Perry realizes he has said short of nothing else since he has arrived, as if he scantly remembers any other words. The heat has travelled; flushing and concentrating in his system into points beneath his breastbone, his throat, and most urgently, his groin, and he refuses to look up for fear of Heinz seeing him bleeding tears as hot as magma. When he presses his face into the pudge of Heinz belly, lips brushing the small scant of skin along the line of his belly, Perry does not mistake the sharp intake of his breath. I need you, Perry thinks again. "If-you need me to leave, I-," The hand on his nape fists, tight-but-not-quite pulling, and Perry shuts his mouth with a click, for fear of moaning. Another hand brushes down the side of his face, and the sweat that sticks up the front of his temple. And Heinz says, equally quietly; "Come on."

He's burning.

Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated is dark when Perry lands on the balcony of Heinz's laboratory, and Perry shucks off the straps of his jet pack from his shoulders with a vengeance. Distantly, he notes that it must be the hours right before dawn; Heinz's sleep disorders and insomnia often translate into working well into the witching hour, and he wakes by 7 or 8 to begin his schemes.

Perry had left for his mission on Tuesday, right before Sundown. How many hours would that make before he could crawl his way here? 8? 12?

Perry itches to tear his own skin off.

He gets to the kitchen, lights left unlit which leaves him scrabbling the drying rack for a cup, a mug, a bowl, anything. He could not tell if he was making a ruckus, and he is not entirely sure he cares. The sound of running water from the desperate twist of the tap was akin to the angel's choir, and the first gulp to drink was nirvana. Tap water spills down the front of his shirt, mixing into various chemicals, sweat and blood, and he is abruptly overcome by the need to take them off, off, off.

He refuses to stop drinking while he does it, no doubt tearing the garment into rags as he pops all of his buttons with his head dunked down beneath the running water of the sink. Perry feels irrational. He feels mad. Like a snarling, sick thing.

"Who is that?" Demands a voice from beyond the kitchen. "If you're here for my money I'll have you know I have this place armed to the teeth. I'm an evil scientist, you know, I've got this umbrella and I am not afraid to use it. For violence reasons, and not the weather."

The familiar, nasally tone--one that does not sound as sleepy as it should be--makes him smile, despite himself. His insides churn with a nauseating rush of emotions; warmth, bliss, heat, relief, hunger, need. Perry clenches every muscle in restraint, his jaw, his biceps, his muscles. The joints of his fingers dig painfully into the stonework surrounding the sink, and it creaks in alarmed protest. Perry does not answer. The light flicker on with a soft click, and Perry does not turn around from the sound of Heinz's disbelieving gasp.

"Perry the Platypus ?" Heinz demands, as if it isn't obvious. Who else could it be? "What did they do to you?"

What did they do, he asks, and not what are you doing here? How did you get in? Do you even know what time it is?

Heaven, Earth and every listening God, Perry has missed him.

He feel a gentle touch to the back of his shoulders. Perry stiffens, before he unclenches, all at once, and he slumps into the flooding sink. Heinz swears, and Perry lets the man manhandle him as he'd like, pulling and tugging and pushing and sitting him down into the straight backed wooden chair of the dining table. He leans into the headrest as Heinz fusses, muttering to himself as he pats Perry down, clinically checking for wounds.

He knows how Perry made his way in. He knows why, too. Perry's told him months ago, when he demands an explanation for having found him beaten and bleeding into his love seat by the fireplace. I don't have anywhere else to go.

Heinz knows who did this to him. Or rather, he knows who let them do it. Knows there is no talking Perry out of his career choices.

Heinz was, first and foremost, a scientist, and for all his fondness of talking and mumbling and asking, it is so that when time comes he knows all the right questions to ask.

What did they do?

"Heinz," Perry mumbles, when he feels the man checking over his cranium for injuries, and investigating for concussions no doubt. Heinz doesn't answer. "Heinz," he calls again, louder. and finally the man stops, eyes wide and alarmed and blue as a baby's bassinet.

Perry doesn't quite know what to say, now that he's gotten the man's attention. He had unconsciously grabbed for his wrist, and he makes his grip gentle. "I'm fine," he tells him, and Heinz scoffs, straightening.

"You are very clearly not fine, Perry the Platypus." He argues, fuck, and Perry loves that, loves his stubborn fire, how much he cares, the way his codename rolls straight off of his tongue like butter on a hot pan. "You're burning up for one." The penchant for stating the obvious is less attractive, he won't lie, but it's an impressively accurate deduction to make without tools and bionic arms, Perry thinks. "Sheiße, and your pupils are huge, Perry the Platypus, were you drugged? Are you high right now?"

High? Is he high? Was he drugged? When was he drugged? Was it the food his captors had fed him? Something in the bullets they used when they captured him? A gas released in the air when Perry had trashed their laboratories?

Had something spread through contact of the girls he had been sent to save, feverish and shivering in cuffs and manacles strapped to dirty beds and locked rooms? A residue from the skin rubbed off as he carried each one of them to safety?

He doesn't know. It had not felt so important to think about, at the time. He had just felt so angry. He had thought of the burning heat in his chest as rage, but here he was now, leaning into his nemesis' touch in the man's kitchen at dead o'clock in the morning hours later, fantasizing about sucking the man's kind soul through his cock.

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#phineas and ferb #heinz doofenshmirtz #perryshmirtz #human perry #choice of fic #perry the platypus

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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My Girl / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Rafe gets jealous when he sees you've been hanging out with Topper a lot, resulting in him showing you who's girl you are.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS unprotected vaginal penetration, a little bit of dom Rafe, jealousy, light choking and spanking.

Author's note: I am such a whore for jealous/possessive Rafe and JJ 😂 Lord please forgive me. Hope you guys enjoy! Liking, reblogging, and commenting help me massively! Thank you 😚

Word count: 1.9k

You and Topper had never been particularly close before, sure you hung out at parties and when he would come to hang out with Rafe but you wouldn't really hang out together. You just existed in each other's worlds, happy with the dynamic. You'd say hi when you would see him out and would usually have no more than a five-minute generic conversation with him. You'd always typically ask him how he and Sarah were doing and he'd asked you the same about you and Rafe we're doing, and that was it. That was until one night two months ago when you found Topper drinking and crying on the balcony of a party you'd all attended.

You wanted to get some air from the stuffy party and just relax for a little bit without music blasting in your ears. You'd walked out into the warm summer air and sighed happily, your drink in hand. You hadn't noticed Topper sitting in the corner by himself until he'd spoken, "what are you doing out here?" He questioned monotone, seemingly unimpressed. You spun around quickly, startled by Topper's voice. You laughed, "I just wanted to get some air, bit stuffy in there. What about you? What's wrong?" You noticed the wet tears marks on his cheeks and frowned, you'd barely ever seen Topper cry so this was surprising to you.

He bitterly laughed, a look of distaste covering his features as he took a swig of his drink, "she's cheating on me with John B." He spat angrily. Your eyes widened with shock, not believing that Sarah would do such a thing. "Damn Top, I'm really sorry. Are you sure that she is cheating? You don't want to accuse her and ruin your relationship if she isn't." You made your way over and sat next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder for comfort. He huffed, "yeah I'm sure. I caught her sneaking off with him when she said she was ill, I went over to give her some soup and she wasn't there. Wheezie said she'd left to meet John B." He grumbled with annoyance, obviously upset about the situation.

You sighed, feeling awful for him. Topper wasn't a bad guy, he didn't deserve to be cheated on. Yeah, he made mistakes the same as anyone does but no one deserves to be cheated on. "I'm sorry Top, you don't deserve that. Do you want to talk about it? If not we can sit here in silence until you feel like going back inside or I can make up an excuse as to why you left?" You offered with a small smile, just wanting to help your friend out in a time of need.

You would want someone to do that for you, so you always offered a helping hand when you could. He looked at you in surprise, "thanks. I appreciate the offer, I feel like I just need to rant. Would that be alright?" He wondered, you gave him a nod of encouragement.

And that was how your night had been spent, Rafe had been off selling drugs to others and was busy so he wouldn't notice your absence for a while. The next day Topper had come up to you and thanked you for listening to him without judgment, he hadn't expected to find comfort and enjoyment from your company. So he asked to take you out for food that afternoon as a thank you gesture, he made it clear it was just friendly and no interest was there. Which you appreciated.

So, you let Rafe know of your plans and headed out with Topper. The afternoon was spent talking about Sarah and the fact that you let Rafe know honestly where you were going, having an amazing relationship. Topper had even gone as far to say that Rafe was lucky to have someone like you, who truly loved and trusted their partner.

Somehow, from that point on then, you and Topper began hanging out more. Texting the other about plans, inviting them along and going out for lunch often. Before long, Rafe noticed this change in your relationship with Topper. Curious as to what you would talk about and why you'd suddenly become close. Rafe trusted you and he trusted Topper but there was a part of him that was jealous.

You knew that Rafe had a jealous issue and became possessive often, you found this attractive most of the time. Rafe had always been jealous and possessive, especially with you. Which usually resulted in jealous passionate sex with Rafe, and you never complained because it was always amazing. You, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were currently at a house party at some kook's home that Rafe knew. Rafe had gone off somewhere, so you and Topper made your way to where the drinks were.

Topper poured you both a drink from the variety of different liquids on the kitchen island. Topper decided to create a random concoction for you, "Okay give this a try." he passed the red plastic cup of amber liquid. You eyed it suspiciously and took a sip from it, the strong taste hit the back of your throat causing you to cough a little. Topper laughed at you, "Jesus Top! That's some strong shit." you laughed, a grimace on your features.

Topper placed his hand on your shoulder and patted it, "okay so maybe I made it a little strong." he laughed. You looked at him incredulously, "a little?! God, that'll knock me clean off my feet." you took small sips of the drink, feeling it go to your head already. Rafe came over shortly after, he seemed unhappy but you had no idea why. You felt your body get launched forward, falling into Topper's chest, "oh shit sorry!" you apologised.

The guy who accidentally knocked into you turned around with wide eyes, "shit sorry!" he apologised genuinely. You nodded, "all good." with a smile and pulled yourself away from Topper. "Sorry about that Top." you smiled apologetically, Topper didn't seem bothered. "It's fine, are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder to check you for any injury. You shook your head, "I'm all good, thank you." He nodded and removed his hand.

You looked at Rafe, noticing he looked extremely tense. His jaw was clenched and his fists were turning white at his sides. He simply placed your drink in Topper's hand, "be back in a minute bro." he mumbled and grabbed your hand to pull you along. You mouthed a 'sorry' to Topper, which seemed to piss Rafe off more as he yanked you up the stairs. He searched around for an empty room that wasn't occupied by drunk people or teenagers having sex, finally finding one at the end of the hallway.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Topper lately, and just then he was touching you. He was touching what's mine." Your dress was pulled off of you, you smiled to yourself at your boyfriend's jealousy. You yanked at Rafe's shirt, indicating you wanted it gone. He obliged quickly, tossing his shirt with your dress on the floor. "Me and Top are just friends, he was simply helping me and checking I was okay," you mumbled, your eyes rolling backwards as Rafe's lips trailed across your skin. Your underwear was removed, you decided to just enjoy the moment and talk about it after. Rafe removed his jeans and boxers, you were both naked and exposed to the other.

The door was quickly locked by Rafe, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. "What's going on Rafe?" You asked with furrowed brows, confused as to why he was so pissed off. Rafe stormed towards you and threw you down on the bed, a squeal of surprise escaping you. He crawled on top of you, "you're mine do you understand?" he growled as he towered over you.

You stared up at him and bit your lip, oddly turned on by his dominating nature. "Of course I'm yours, are you jealous?" you wondered, stroking his muscular arm at the side of your head. He ground his hips into your core, causing you to moan. "So what if I am?" He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking the area lightly. "What possible reason do you have to be jealous? Everyone knows I'm yours." you moaned out as Rafe trailed kisses down your collarbones to the cleavage, your dress pushing your breasts up.

Rafe wasted no time in entering you, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. He began thrusting in and out of you quickly, both moaning at the feeling of being connected. "Whose girl are you?" Rafe demanded staring into your eyes, his pace merciless. You moaned loudly, "Yours Rafe, I'm yours always." your nails dragging down the skin of his back, leaving marks in your path. Rafe groaned in pleasure at the feeling, sucking on your neck to leave a mark and let everyone know you were his. Your orgasm was quickly building, the knot forming in your stomach.

You shivered from being over-sensitive, but Rafe didn't seem to care. His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit, a whimper escaping from the pain and pleasure mixing. Your second orgasm came quicker than you thought possible, "come with me, baby." His thrusts were so harsh that the sound of skin slapping was aggressively filling the room, along with your mixed breathy moans. Rafe came without warning, his thrusts continuing to push you over the edge. The feeling of Rafe filling you up with his cum triggered your own orgasm, your vision going black for a moment.

Rafe wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed just enough to make your breathing constricted. You moan at the dominance, enjoying this side of Rafe. A harsh slap was placed across your ass, a loud moan escaping. Rafe leant down to your ear, "scream. Let them all hear who's making you feel this good baby." He growled, his thrust becoming harsher and deeper.

You scream in pleasure at this new rhythm as Rafe removed his hand from your throat, "oh god Rafe, fuck yes!" You were sure everyone could hear what you were up to but you honestly couldn't care less at that moment. "That's it, baby, let go." Your orgasm hit you quickly, a scream of pure ecstasy escaping. You could see stars in your vision from the power of your orgasm, Rafe not changing his pace in the slightest.

Rafe pulled out of you and rolled over to lie next to you. You both lay there for a moment to catch your breath, calming your quickly beating hearts. You rolled over so you were facing him, a smile on your face. Rafe pulled you in to snuggle against him, "you know I'm yours don't you?" You questioned as you traced light circles on his bare sweaty chest. He sighed and turned his face to look at you, he gently stroked the side of your cheek.

"Yeah, I know you are. My jealousy gets the better of me sometimes." He confessed quietly, he looked at you with so much love and sadness. "I'm not going anywhere, me and Top are just friends. That's all. Besides, why would I give up that absolute mind-blowing sex?" Your reply made him laugh loudly, happy that you enjoyed the sex as much as he did.

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Sight.

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader, modern au

inspired by this song :)

summary : jean's eyes were always a sight to behold

warnings : use of the word "eyes" way too much

a/n : i should be studying history but this is what happens when i listen to one too many bollywood songs and yearn a bit too much. enjoy :)

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jeans eyes were always something you found yourself looking at unintentionally. in the middle of a conversation about him telling you of the many antics Sasha and connie had partaken in that day, you found yourself not being able to pull away from his eyes.

and you couldn't blame yourself either; you'd seen many other people being incapable of pulling away from his gaze while talking to him. everyone thought jean was a heartthrob for a reason.

but what you never noticed in his eyes was the love they held for you.

everyday would be the same - he would sit beside you in your class or in the library on on your couch and you'd play with the same line you had of being in between friendship and something more. his eyes would either be locked with yours or on his books or on his notes or on the screen playing a dumb rom-com infront of you. (jean denied ever liking them even though you knew it made his hopeless romantic heart pound with yearning).

and when jean paused the movie or took a break, his eyes would find yours again, waiting intently for him to start talking just to look into his many hues.

his unfairly long lashes blinked with liveliness that was only shown towards you. they framed his eyes perfectly; just like the skin around them. they looked like something a great sculptor would use as a reference, only for the carvings to come out pale in comparison of the real ones. and as his stories or the recollection of his day would end, yours would start.

his eyes said more than his words or hands could. even while being a creative (his art was something your own eyes would amaze upon), his art could never make his feelings and emotions as tangible and real as his eyes did. you didn't know if it was just you or if everyone could read him so openly like this, but you could tell when a compliment would actually be heard or if he would shake it away with a cocky smile. you could tell because you were the one giving him those sweet coments, because only someone as close to him could see something he did and find it endearing instead of annoying or overused. his eyes would widen slightly and blink a little when he comprehended your rare and specific compliments, but he would recover quickly with a shake of the head and a scoff. ("i knew that already" he would say. he didn't know that already. you could tell.) and just as happy as you'd seen his eyes, they would also be the ones to blink back his stubborn tears when his crush kissed that brunette with a much different pair of sea green eyes than his brown ones.

you'd see his eyes then, as he rushed away from them and towards the balcony, how he tried to conceal his real feelings in order to protect himself. but he couldn't hide from you, and when you made your way to him and lay your hand on his back, his eyes blinked the silent tears into existence.

"i feel like I'm always the second choice." he said. his gaze was directed towards the city down below.

"not to me." you said.

his teary gaze now locked into yours - sincere and concerned and warm.

the corner of them wrinkled. he sniffled as quietly as he could, not letting you see how much you won him over. but you could tell.

you were sure some painter had looked into his soul and decided to transfer all it's feelings into his vision. he'd argue they were nothing special but you never told him how much they were. they were small, the skin around them wrinkled with all the years spent smiling under the sun, a little rugged. but the colours and the intensity of them was much more than special.

in the sun they'd be different. in the summer they'd be a brilliant pot of honey, almost a halo gold. they'd squint under it's harshness and he would grumble about the heat but his eyes remained the shade you adored.

in the winter they'd be darker under the cloudy skies. almost the same as them in the rain, this time a little darker. they were like barks of the trees in the forest you found yourself lost in, and it didn't help that his left eye had some green specks that his right eye lacked. you were sure they held a world in there, you were sure there were planets that looked exactly like his pupils, swirls of light browns and dark greens.

why wouldn't anyone swoon over the honeyed words that matched the sweeter gaze he held? if they were in your position and looking into his eyes while he pleaded with you about the ingredients of the cookies, how could you refuse his sight? how could you deny that yes, sprinkles might taste good baked into the cookie than sprinkled on top?

(they didn't. the sugar in the sprinkles melted and made a goopy mess around the cookies, but it was worth it because sweet was still sweet and the pair of you stayed up late at night on a sugar rush talking nonsence that noone would understand.)

and you knew it was cheesy to think this, to know that even if you didn't believe in a god or in a higher being, you'd still thank them for the one thing you had seen more times in your life than your own reflection - jean's eyes.

you rested your head on your fist and resisted the urge to yawn as the professor droned on about the different perspectives and their importance in drawing and how to improve upon them. a passive aggressive lecture, since he kept mentioning that some of his students knew nothing about the horizon line and drew with no importance to the reality of the spaces.

jean supressed a long and exhausted sigh. he'd known this topic since he was ten, and how someone could fuck it up in a university lecture baffled and bored him. if only he wasn't suffering from a major art block, he'd draw his way out of this boredom that clung to him.

his shoulders slumped forward as he gazed towards you, arms crossed over his chest, ready to whisper a snarky comment in your ear that you were sure to laugh at, but he stopped midway. his eyes widened as he saw you.

drenched in the afternoon sunlight from behind you (you insisted on sitting near the large windows, not wanting the florescent lights to illuminate you), the lower half of your face was covered by a closed fist, he could almost feel the warmth of your hands against his. your cheeks were highlighted by the gold from outside. but the real sight were your eyes.

he'd seen into your eyes countless times. the times you tried to hide your emotions from him, claiming you didn't want to bother him and the times you were too exhausted to do so, the times you wiped away your tears from the corner of your eyes after laughing a bit too hard, hell, even the times your eyes remained closed with your cheeks pressed against your forearms as you napped while procrastinating and your eyelids fluttered sleepily. none of those times could compared to this.

jean was close enough to you, his plastic chair next to yours, your shaking knee rubbing against his. he could see the outline of the sun's harsh glare softened through the rim of your pupils. your gaze was bored yet it retained the life in them that only you possessed, the liveliness that he grew so used to loving. your slow blinks made him see your lashes bathed in sunlight as well, and if he wasn't sure about his love for you before, then he was sure of it now.

through your eyes, he saw his own. through your eyes, he saw his melt away into almost nothing but the warmth that you provided him with. and in that warmth, a surge of inspiration found him a new muse that helped him rid his art block- your eyes.

when he walked you home that night, with a promise of an ice cream later, he saw your eyes sparkle under the streetlights, and he swore that he'd seen the same look in his dreams somewhere. he swore that his daydreams of living a comfortable life (one that his father failed to provide him with) would only work with the rythm of your heart against his, of your eyes looking at his and of your hands grazing his own.

when he went to his own dorm that night with a wide smile and an empty ice cream cup in his hands, finding marco waiting up for him, slumped over his book and a half eaten bagel, his freckled friend said only one thing to him with the roll of his own eyes, "finally you realise it."

jean wondered how marco knew what he knew, but he didn't question it. marco usually knew what jean would take years to figure out. thankfully this time, it didn't take him years.

a panicked frenzy followed the next couple of weeks as jean found himself constantly wiping his sweaty palms on his pants if you leaned in a bit too close. he found himself averting your attentive gaze as you listened to him stumble over his words. had you always been this pretty? had your eyes always looked at his like that or was he going crazy?

and a few weeks turned into two months and jean figured he had enough. he wasn't always the best with words, always thinking too much and saying too little and hoping too hard. but for once, he knew he didn't have to be good with his words.

sat on your bed, waiting for the pizza to arrive, his eyes searched yours intently. no words were spoken. they didn't need to be. for once, jean found out that you could see him the same way he saw you - infinitely and understanding.

his breath hitched when you smiled, your eyes showing the happiness and warmth your lips couldn't portray. how could anyone not fall for this?

but the bell rung with a harshness that ruined the moment jean thought he had intricately created and your sight was broken from his as you scrambled to get the door. jean tried not to show the disappointment and desperation in his eyes, but you could tell because yours showed the same.

the next week, however, jean had vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to create the same moment and improve upon it.

but the moment was not created, not again. his car parked infront of a mall where you were to meet sasha and mikasa and shop for historia's birthday party - her own rite of passage. and there they were again, your damn eyes that shone under the same sun that made him realise his rapid heartbeat.

you looked at him from the passanger seat, unclasping your seatbelt. yet you refused to leave. you looked at his eyes, softened at the corners, as they looked at yours like you were the only thing worth looking at. you found the paths to all your questions there, any that you were unsure of since a week ago, and his found the courage to look at your face, your lips and your nose and your eyes as he leaned in, erasing the distance between your bodies. his eyes didn't close like you expected them to and therein lay a question for you to answer. your heart picked up it's pace, the noon sun slanting it's rays as if to only frame his eyes and they once again turned into clear rivers in the forest. you leaned in, giving him the answer he was looking for.

your noses clashed and his lips chased yours. you could feel his lashes flutter against your cheek as he tilted his head. they were soft and less chaped than yours and your hands reached his cheeks, fingers resting on his jaw.

and when he pulled away and his eyes opened and bore into yours, you felt a part of yourself mend.

he looked into your haze and he swore he saw nothing but you, nothing but the dew on the flowers you pointed to him the one time you went on a hike with your friends. you smiled and he swore you'd breathed directly onto his beating heart.

he smiled.

you were sure the stars would be shy under his gaze.

you smiled.

he was sure you were one of the stars he had naively wished upon as a kid.

(his wish came true.)

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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elfwitchtrickster · 1 year

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Maverick x reader Part 2

Part 1:

Part 2:

Rooster tries to help you get Maverick

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🕚2 months later 🕟

"You know sitting here and staring at him isn't gonna make him like you" Rooster said, following your gaze that was fixed upon a certain auburn-haired captain. "Talking to him isn't gonna help either" Y/N grumbled. "It will, just try" Rooster said but Y/N brushed him off.

"Plus you know what happens every time I try to talk to him" she whined. "I stutter and mumble and my voice gets really high and" she groaned not bothering to finish. "What if I talk you up to him then?" Bradley asked taking a sip of his drink. "Won't that just make him think I'm a nervous weirdo" she asked.

"No, Maverick loves feeling confident, and I'm sure he'd love to know he can still pull a woman, after 60-" he was cut off when you elbowed him in the stomach. "My point is, he's not gonna think you're a weirdo, he thinks you're super smart actually" he said and Y/N's grew wide.

"Really?" She asked and Bradley nodded. "Yeah, you know that stunt you pulled the other day when we were practicing dog fighting, Mav was super impressed, said he wouldn't even have thought to use it himself" Rooster said, oblivious to Y/N's jaw dropping.

"Maverick was impressed by me?" She asked, unnaturally shrill. She pressed a hand to her throat, cheeks tinted pick. "You see the problem" she said and Bradley nodded understandingly. "Don't worry, your wingman is here to do all the work, all you have to do is fly off into the sunset" he said, throwing an arm around her shoulders and mimicking a plane flying into the distance with his hand.

He clapped her on the shoulder before he got up and crossed to the other side of the bar where Pete was playing pool with Coyote and Payback.

She sat for about 20 minutes, watching the two chat, ignoring the side glances from Maverick she'd get every once in a while. Eventually Rooster came back and ordered another drink. "So?" She asked anxiously as he slowly sipped his coke.

"Go outside and see for yourself" he said, flicking the water droplets on his glass with his finger. Y/N carefully slipped of the barstool and balanced in between hers and Rooster's chair. She took a deep breath, downed a shot and strode out to the balcony. She knew she was walking rather fast but she was afraid if she slowed that she wouldn't go at all. She made it to the doorway and paused.

There was Maverick, leaning over the railing staring at the sea with a beer in one hand. The wind was blowing his hair and she could see a glint of gold in his eyes from this angle. Her foot felt like it weighed 100 pounds as she stepped out of the Hard Deck and onto the balcony. Pete turned around at the sound of her footsteps. No turning back now.

She stepped forward timidly, joining Pete at the railing. He smiled at her and she turned to face the other way, faking looking at the beach. Neither one spoke for a couple minutes before she heard the sound of Pete's voice.

"You know one day, a long time ago" he said with a chuckle. "Back when I was in top gun, my plane went down" he said and Y/N turned to listen but now it was him that was looking away, staring at the ocean. "We landed in the ocean. I was fine but" he paused. "My RIO didn't make it" he said quietly.

Y/N's hand covered her mouth in shock. "When I swam over to him, the whole parachute was covered in blood" he swallowed thickly. "He was my best friend. After I lost him I basically had no one" he exhaled slowly. "I cut off my girlfriend at the time, cut off everyone. It took everything in me just to get in a plane for months" he said.

Y/N reached her hand out and placed it upon his. He didn't look at her but he looked down at their hands and smiled softly. "I ended up pushing away anyone who got too close" he continued. "I mean I had friends, a couple pilots from my top gun days, students that I taught.

But I never let anyone get too close. Because I realised..." he squeezed the edge of her hand. "That I'd never experience that type of pain again, if I never let anyone in. And I was fine with it, lived like that for about 30 years. And then you came along" Y/N's eyes widened at his words.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way for anyone. And that scares me... a lot. But I've been talking to Rooster and it took a while but" he paused. "I've given this a lot of thought and I really want to give you and me a try" he said in a low voice.

Y/N could feel her breath quickening, and her whole body grew hot. Her ears started ringing as she replayed Maverick's words over in her head. 'I really want to give you and me a try' echoed in her mind. She replayed it again 'I've been talking to Rooster and it took a while but' then she was confused.

"What do you mean it took a while" she asked. "How long is a while?" Maverick smirked at her softly. "About five months" he answered and her eyes widened. "F-five months?" She asked open mouthed. He nodded with a chuckle.

"Sorry it took so long" he said, Y/N was still in shock. "So what do you think? Wanna give us a shot?" Y/N knew what she wanted to say but the words struggled to make their way out of her mouth. "Wait- how did you know I liked you?”

Maverick's smirk grew wider as he looked down at her. "Sweetheart, it was obvious" he said and her cheeks flushed pink. She was silent for a second trying to make sense of everything that had happened before she blurted out a response.

"Yes- I- yes!" She practically jumped into Pete's arms wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She buried her face into his neck as he rubbed her back gently. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he pulled her close. She pulled back slightly, but Maverick didn't let her go. He brought a hand up to stroke her cheek as she played with the hair on his nape.

They stood there like that for a while before Maverick spoke "We should probably go inside" he whispered. "I think Rooster's gonna break a window, with how long he's been staring at us" he said nodding behind her at the moustached man who ducked out of view when he realised he had been caught. They laughed and walked inside hand in hand, earning cheers from the rest of the dagger squad.

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astradreaming · 1 year

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Why'd it have to be him?

Pre-Marble Hornets :) Song: Him - James Marriott. Notes: Fem! Reader. Y/N = Your/Name. Y/F/S = Your/Favourite/Show. Word Count: 1,215 A/N: First-ever song fic. ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡

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Why'd it have to be him?

I'd say you let me down

But he's been here before

And come back around

The sounds of a tv commercial bounced off the walls of the apartment living room. It wasn't unusual for the three friends to be up so late even if they had classes the next day. Tim, Brian, and Y/n all sat around on the couch, takeout napkins and leftovers on the coffee table in front of them.

Brian had started to tell Y/n an overexaggerated story of his and Tim's class earlier that day, how the substitute teacher was nothing but a grumpy old man who made the class that much slower. During said class, while the grumpy substitute was busy Tim accidentally knocked his coffee cup over, which spilled all over his paperwork. In Tim's defense, the cup was on the edge of the table right next to his own seat, Brian thought it was hilarious. Yet somehow Brian was able to charm both Tim and his own way out of detention and even got out of a long lecture from the man.

Will he take you to the same place?

One more hardback in your bookcase

You've got that look in your eyes

I'm blind

Tim decided he'd heard enough of the story, going out to the balcony for a smoke. Lighting his cigarette, leaning on the balcony railing looking out on the streets below. Deep down he knew it wasn't the story he couldn't stand listening to. It was who was telling the story and the reactions he was getting from her.

He fought with himself. He knew he could never truly hate Brian. He was his first-ever friend. He was the first one who actually believed in him. The only one who made him feel normal. But she was his first-ever crush. First unrequited love. His only other friend.

Tim threw the end of the cigarette down, falling on the pavement below. Pulling the sliding door open and appearing in the living room once more.

Have you ever seen

Ever seen a guy with moves like that?

Makes me wonder how I've been so bad

My head turns when the lights

Go dim

The sight in front of him made his previous argument futile. The commercials ended, and Y/f/s played once again. Y/n focused on the tv drowning in a blanket that was wrapped around both her and Brian. Y/n's back against Brian's chest, his arm around her. Sour-lipped and bitter he stomped into the kitchen grabbing a glass of whatever was closed in the fridge.

"C'mon Tim, you're gonna miss the best part of the show" Brian's voice echoed in Tim's head. Why'd Brian have to be so... Brian. Tim sighed as he came back into the room, sitting on the side of the L-shaped couch. Twisting himself around so he could fake interest in the tv. His head reeled.

Reeling into his thoughts once more he thought of something he learned in class he thought y/n would like. He turned to look over. Y/n was asleep, face smooshed against Brian's collar. Brian was too focused on her sleeping form to notice the range of emotions on his friend's face. Brian softly smiled to himself as he pulled the fallen blanket back over her shoulders. Turning back to the tv the pair of boys sat in silence.

Take my mind for a spin

You don't believe in that shit anyway

How long has it been

Since I came down?

Gave up on New Year's Day

He remembered the party Brian had forced him to go to. Honestly, the only reason he truly went was that he'd overheard you excitingly ranting about it to brian, how you'd wanted them to be there. The New Year's party didn't seem too long ago until he checked his phone... May 11th. Maybe it was a while ago.

It seemed that party was the only chance he had and he fumbled it. Too nervous. Too shy. Too broken.

Walking through the tree-filled woods, Tim and Brian finally found the so-called party. It was more a large gathering of college kids around a bonfire than a party. Then her voice carried through the chaos of all the others, inviting the two over to the spot she'd saved for them.

After a while of being introduced to her friends and her friends friends, they all began talking in their groups around the place. A few kids from another college found a lake a few minutes away from the main spot, taking a couple other kids whose laughter slowly drowned out as they got further away.

Someone had set up a foldable table behind the seats in front of the fire. Brian got up deciding to get a drink for the three of them. His figure wove in out around other kids their age, slowly disappearing from view in the crowd.

Tim had decided that it was now or never. How true that would turn out to be. Her name fell from his lips, sounding just as beautiful as she looks. She turns her full attention on him. She looks over at him, eyes full of sincerity, her smile wide. He fumbles with his words. Cursing at himself, since when did he ever stutter like that? Her smile faltered, face slightly scrunched in worry. He remembers her gentle voice asking if he was alright. He remembers her soft hands grasping his in comfort, his name falling from her lips. He remembers thinking his name had never sounded so sweet.

Conceal that smile on your face

I've only packed a suitcase

Leave the future defined

If you don't mind

He also remembers that the soft moment was cut short. Brian came back with three drinks in his hand. Passing one over to Y/n, his hands became colder her hands left his. Grasping the drink, passing one to him.

Brian sat beside the two, sitting closest to the flames of the bonfire. Y/n looked down at her drink. Head snapping towards Brian, her wide smile back again. Her eyes filled with glee. Tim noticed she was trying to hide how big her smile was. Her cheerful voice questioned Brian about the drink in her hand. Brian had remembered her special cocktail of sodas. Brian had remembered but so had Tim...

Was it when you looked at him?

Was it because he thought he could be

Much more than I've ever been?

Was it because he wasn't me?

Soft snores pulled him back from his memory. Tim turned. Brian's head rested on top of hers. Sound asleep cuddled into each other. Tim often wondered if he wasn't so caught up in his own head, he could of be the one bringing you the weird cocktail drink, he could have been the one holding you close. He could have been the one.

Standing up he reached down for the remote, turning the tv off. He picked up the messy half on the floor blanket, placing it on top of the pair. He flicked the lamp closet to the couch off and opened the sliding door again. Lighting his cigarette, and sitting down on the old wooden chair while he watched the cars pass by.

Why'd it have to be

Why'd it have to be him?

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stargazer-sims · 8 months

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Epilogue (Journal Entry #62)

Postscript (Journal Entry #61) // STORY INDEX

Victor

I have everything I've ever wanted.

Not many people can say that, and I feel exceptionally privileged to be among the lucky few.

I know we said we weren't going to use our journal any more, but earlier tonight as I was packing up for our flight home, I was struck by the feeling that I needed to record one last entry. To be honest, I haven't even thought about our journal in over six months, not since our anniversary trip to Sulani, but I remembered something Yuri said to me during our visit to the islands and I kinda wanted to share my feelings.

He asked me if I'd ever felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be in life. At the time, I’d said no. I told him I wasn't there yet because there were still things I wanted.

The funny part is, I just realized today that I'd misunderstood the question. I thought he'd been talking about tangible, definable things like good health, a nice home, a job, or the support of family. And yeah, maybe that was part of it, but what I think he really meant was something less easy to measure; confidence, self-worth, happiness, and the knowledge that we really do have an impact on the world and the people around us.

I should have said yes. Sitting there on the balcony of our Sulani rental cottage, gazing at the sea with my brave, beautiful, intelligent husband by my side, I could easily have said I had it all. I was happy, secure and loved, and everything seemed perfect. But, unfortunately, I hadn’t viewed the question that way because my mind had been on all the things I still wanted to accomplish, such as going to university, finding a new job, and of course getting back to competing in my sport.

Now I have all those things too, and more besides. If you've got a minute to stay and listen, I'll tell you all about it.

Maybe I should've mentioned from the start that we're currently in Switzerland, 'cause it probably isn't obvious from the inside of this hotel room. Like, it's an upscale hotel, but it's pretty generic as far as hotels go and I don't think there's anything particularly Swiss about it.

We've been here for the past week, for the FIS World Snowboarding Championship, and let me just say, it's been an absolute whirlwind of travel, activity and excitement. Tonight's been the first opportunity I've had to stop and process it all, and I think I'm going to need a while for some of it to fully sink in.

As you guys already know, last season ended catastrophically for me, but it wasn't as epic a disaster as I initially imagined. I was doing really well up until my accident, with top-three finishes in a handful of qualifying competitions. As it turned out, my wins from last season plus my wins from this current season were enough to qualify me for two events at Worlds this year, super-G and my best event, parallel giant slalom. I may have mentioned it before, but the world championship competition for snowboarding is held every second year, so if you’re confused about why last year’s points counted, that’s why.

I was thrilled about qualifying, needless to tell you, and so was Davey, my coach. I've qualified for Worlds twice before, but didn't do as well as I'd hoped on either attempt. This time, I was confident going into it, and I was ready physically as well as psychologically.

That's not to say I wasn't nervous. I think a person would have to be crazy not to be at least a little nervous about hurtling down the side of a mountain at seventy-five kilometres per hour with nothing but a helmet, wrist guards, and the grace of the Watcher to protect them. But, alpine snowboarding isn't a sport for people who don't know how to conquer their fear. Out there on the mountain, fear could literally kill you. Any kind of distraction could, and every time I think about my crash last January I'm reminded of that, and of how lucky I am to be back on my board and still able to compete at this level.

Anyway, seven days ago me and Yuri boarded a plane for Switzerland along with Davey, his partner Lindsey, and their sign language interpreter Kayley. Having travelled with Davey before, I knew what to expect, but I think it was jarring for Yuri. Davey and Lindsey are both super loud, and it's not entirely because they're deaf and can't hear themselves properly. They're just... extreme. Like, they bring the party with them wherever they go and it’s never a quiet affair.

By the time we reached our destination, all Yuri wanted to do was hide in our hotel room. He said he'd had enough of interacting with other people, and told me that he wouldn't mind if I wanted to go hang out with some of the other athletes on my own. I decided to stay with him because my first event was on the following afternoon, and I like to get lots of rest the day before I compete. As much as I enjoy a good social gathering, I didn't want to break my ritual. Athletes can be superstitious, and it'd be silly to try convincing you I'm an exception.

So, you're wondering how I did in that first event, right? I came in third, which earned me a bronze medal. That was the highest I'd ever placed at any event at Worlds, and even if I didn't win anything else, I would've been totally satisfied with that.

But, there was still my second event. In the middle of the week, I made it through the elimination races, and the final for the men's parallel giant slalom was yesterday morning.

I woke up early, too excited and full of adrenaline to sleep as much as I should have. I slipped out of bed and headed for the shower, trying not to wake Yuri as I went. My efforts were in vain, however. I was only in the bathroom for about ten minutes, and when I exited it, I saw a very sleepy-looking Yuri sitting up in bed and talking on the phone to somebody. The second thing I noticed was that he had my phone.

"Yes, I want to tell him, but I'm not sure that's a good idea right before his event," Yuri was saying. He was speaking English. "Maybe we can call you after—"

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.

Yuri looked up, clearly startled. "Oh! Victor, I didn't hear you coming out. It... it's your mother. I'm sorry. I saw the caller ID, and I decided I'd better answer it."

"It's okay," I said. "Can you put it on speaker?"

He lowered the phone from his face and touched the speaker button as I flopped onto the bed next to him. "You're on speaker now, Dr. Grace," he said. "Victor's right here."

"Hi Mom," I said. "What's up? Everything okay? It's like, the literal middle of the night where you are, isn't it?"

"Yes," Mom said. "I think you're five hours ahead of us."

I glanced at the time display on the top of my phone screen. "Mom! It's one-thirty in the morning over there! Why aren't you in bed?"

My mother laughed. "Excuse me, sir. Which one of us is the parent in this relationship?"

"Sorry," I said, but I was relieved she sounded so upbeat. I told myself that her reason for phoning couldn't be anything too bad, or she wouldn't be joking with me. "Seriously, what's up?"

"I checked your mailbox after work today. You got a letter from the university."

"Really? What does it say?"

"I wasn't about to open your mail, was I?" she said. "But, I knew you'd want to know straight away."

"And you waited until it was morning here, so you could tell me as soon as possible?" I met Yuri's gaze. "And you didn't want her to tell me before my event."

"I didn't want you to get distracted," he said. "I thought it'd be better to wait until later."

"I guess I can't get mad about that," I conceded. "I mean, it makes sense, and I'm glad you were looking out for me, but now I'm going to be distracted if I don't know what it says."

"What if it's not good news?" Yuri asked.

"Either way," I said.

"I have the letter," Mom said. "Do you want me to open it and read it to you?"

"Yes, please."

We could hear her opening the envelope. Yuri reached for my hand.

The university's application deadline for the nursing program had been the first of November, and I'd gotten everything submitted on time. According to the admissions website, applications would have one of three decision statuses — rejected, accepted or waitlisted — and decision letters would start going out around the end of March or beginning of April.

Now, here we were at the very end of March, and we'd arrived at the proverbial moment of truth.

"Okay," Mom said. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, mostly because I was too worked up to speak, and Yuri said, "He's ready."

"Dear Mr. Okamoto-Nelson," my mom read. "After a careful review of your application, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Bachelor of Nursing program. We will be pleased to welcome you as a new student in the fall semester."

There was more, but I didn't take in anything after the first couple sentences. Yuri flung himself into my arms with a little cry of joy, and we nearly rolled off the bed in our excitement. Poor Mom was trying to explain something about registration fees and student health insurance, but we weren't paying attention.

When we finally composed ourselves, I apologized and asked Mom to keep the letter for me until we got home. I knew there would be things to do and deadlines to have them done by, but at that moment, the competition was priority one. I couldn't lose sight of why I was here in the mountains of Switzerland. As overjoyed as I was about the news that I'd gotten accepted into nursing school, I couldn't let it take my focus away from what I was doing today, not so much because I wanted to win, but because of what I said before. Distractions can be deadly.

"I'll let you go for now," Mom said. "You can call me later and let me know how the competition went."

"We'll definitely call you," I said.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Good luck, and be safe."

I thanked her, and then we said goodbye and hung up. It took me a while to calm down after that, and Yuri had to help me do some concentration exercises.

Once I sorted myself out and we were both dressed and ready, we met Davey, Lindsey and Kayley for breakfast. After that, Yuri and I went back to our room to collect Elsa and the rest of my gear, and then we all headed to the venue.

When we got there, I tried not to look around too much, but it was hard to ignore the huge crowd that had already gathered to watch the competition. We hadn't even started yet, and people were already cheering, using noisemakers, and waving flags of various countries. I think the flags were mostly Swiss, but I spotted lots of others. There were even a few Canadian red maple leaves among them.

It was obvious that even with the help of his hearing aids, Davey was struggling to hear amid the ambient noise from so many people. I was the one competing, but he looked extraordinarily stressed. I was sure it was the confusing jumble of sounds that was upsetting him more than thoughts of the competition though, and I couldn't help wondering how he coped with it when he was still a competitor himself.

I soon found out. Lindsey poked him to get his attention, and then signed something to him. He grinned at her before deftly tugging his hearing aids out and putting them in the front pocket of his coat.

He gave us the thumbs-up, and then practically yelled, "Yes! Sweet silence!"

I lost it.

Laughter did the trick. I instantly felt more relaxed, and although I knew Davey hadn't been trying to be funny on purpose, I still offered him one of the few ASL signs I know. "Thank you."

He signed something to Kayley, and she told me, "He says you're welcome, and also he's going to leave his hearing aids in his pocket. I'll come up to the top of the run to help you." She paused while Davey signed something else. "Because he wants to give you the best damn pep talk ever."

"Sounds good," I said, and when Kayley interpreted that for Davey, it was his turn to laugh.

"Okay, my dude, let's get up there!" he said loudly. "You're gonna crush it!"

"Here's hoping," I said.

I turned to Yuri, and just like at every competition he attends with me, he put my helmet on me. He stood on tiptoe to give me a kiss, and then while our heads were still close together, he whispered. "I love you."

My heart was full with that simple phrase all the way up the mountain, but at the top of the run, it was a different story. I don't know if you've ever heard athletes or performers talk about being in the zone, but it's like this intense state of hyper-focus where nothing exists except the task in front of you. I don't experience it every single time I compete, but most of the time I do, and this morning I was totally in the zone.

I was in the middle of the start order, and there were about eight riders ahead of me. When it was my turn, there was nothing in my mind except the mountain and the snow and the course of red and blue flags stretching out in front of me. I was aware of every muscle in my body and every breath and each beat of my heart. I snapped my boots into Elsa's bindings, and waited for the starting buzzer.

I barely remember the run itself. All I know is, it was fast. Elsa and I were flying, and it felt glorious.

I didn't even realize I'd won until Davey found me later at the bottom of the run. He was screaming in my face about a record-breaking time, and I honestly wasn't sure if he was talking about me or somebody else.

In fact, the reality of my victory didn't truly hit me until the event was over, and Davey was dragging me towards the area where the medal presentation was taking place. They presented the bronze medal to a Swiss rider, and the hometown crowd cheered their hearts out for him, so much so that we could barely hear the recorded national anthem playing as the FIS official placed the medal around his neck. A Norwegian guy won silver, and he got a pretty healthy cheer from the supporters too.

Then, over the slightly crackly public address system, I heard. "And now, the presentation of the gold medal. Please congratulate your FIS World Champion in men's parallel giant slalom. Representing Canada... Victor Okamoto-Nelson!"

For a second or two, I didn't move. Davey nudged my shoulder and urged me forward with a not-so-subtle, "Dude, go!"

I was simultaneously crying and smiling when the official put the medal around my neck. As O Canada played on the speakers, I searched the crowd for Yuri. He was right there in front with Lindsey beside him, and they were holding up a huge Canadian flag between them. I have no idea where they’d gotten it from, but the sight of it and Yuri's brilliant smile ensured that the happy tears didn't stop running down my face until well after the anthem finished playing.

The only way I can describe it is: Best. Day. Ever.

As I was putting my stuff in my suitcase this evening, I kept glancing over at my medals on the nightstand. They were going in mine and Yuri's shared carry-on bag, and I wanted them to be the last things I packed. Not gonna lie, I was tempted to leave them there on the bedside table until morning so I could see them when I woke up, but I ultimately decided not to do that. There'd be plenty of time to admire them when we got home.

After I finished packing, I picked Elsa up from the floor and placed her on the bed. Yuri never used to like it when I put my snowboard on the furniture, especially the bed, but he seemed to change his mind about it after my accident last year. I lay down next to my board and rested my hand on her. Her smooth surface was cool against my palm, and her bright blue and yellow paint job stood out in contrast against the muted beige of the hotel bed's duvet.

"We did it, Elsa," I said aloud. "Sometimes dreams really do come true."

That's how Yuri found me several minutes later when he'd finished enjoying his bath, lying curled on my side and idly stroking my snowboard. I must've looked ridiculous, but he didn't say anything about it. He just climbed onto the enormous bed with me. Wrapped in one of the hotel's luxurious bathrobes and smelling of chocolate from the fancy hotel shampoo, his presence was warm and sweet.

He cuddled against my back and slid an arm over me, trying to be the big spoon despite his tiny size. His voice was soft, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just thinking."

"Anything you want to share?"

"I'm going to nursing school."

"You are," he agreed.

"I won a gold medal. A World Championship gold medal."

"You did," he acknowledged. "And a bronze one."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes and let myself soak in the comforting feeling of his little body pressed close to mine. "You know what's weird?"

"What?" he said.

"I'm happy about it and I'm proud of myself, but like... I don't know if it's the medals that're important, or something else."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You wanted to know what I was thinking about," I said. "I was thinking about Sulani, and how you asked me if I ever had the feeling of having everything I ever wanted."

"I remember."

"I said I didn't, but I think I missed the point of what you were asking."

"Oh?"

"You weren't talking about things, were you? Like going on a trip or getting accepted at university or winning a medal."

"No, I suppose I wasn't," he said. "It was more abstract than that."

"I get it now," I said. "It's not about doing stuff or getting something. It really is more abstract than that. It's like, being satisfied with where you are and with what you've accomplished so far, and just... being content with your life and the way the people around you make you feel."

"Yes," he said. "That's what I meant. I felt that in Sulani. I feel it right this minute."

"Me too," I said. "I felt that way in Sulani too. I'm sorry I didn't understand."

"It's all right," he said. "I'm glad you understand now."

I do get it now, and maybe it's gonna sound strange to say that it took me winning the most important competition of my athletic career to figure it out, but there it is. I'm thrilled about the medals and I can't wait to show them off, but they're not what I value the most. My biggest source of pride is in the fact that I battled my way back from one of the lowest points in my existence to make it to this place. Last January, I thought life as I'd known it was over. For a while, I lost sight of everything; my goals, my hopes and dreams, and even my will to go on. Yet here I am today, a world champion.

A world champion.

And I couldn't have done it without Yuri or my mom and Julian. I couldn't have done it without Sakura, Davey, and all the other friends and family members who love and support me and who never gave up on me. I'm a champion thanks to them, but more importantly I'm happy and I know that I'm valued, safe and loved.

So yeah... I have it all, and I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

#writing #victorsworldadventures #victor nelson #yuri okamoto #stargazersims

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nyx-sagau-dreams · 2 years

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Hello, can I please have an match-up?

My name is Yuki, I like men an am ambiamorous. You can decide if you want to match me with one or two people. I'm extremely shy towards new people, but once I get to know them more I'm very energetic and open. I love to listen to all kinds of music or spend time with my dogs.

Thank you! Have a nice day/night

Hi! Thank you for asking! I have matched you with Kazuha!

Kazuha is the kind of person to just sit with you and show you in quiet ways that he's there until you're ready to open up. He'd share little tunes with you, and he'll enjoy hanging out with you and your dogs!

Once you open up a little more, Kazuha will enjoy your open, energetic personality. It helps to ground him on days where he feels like he's drifting mentally and emotionally. And should you ever drift away yourself, he'll be there to ground you in return.

Kazuha watched you from the top of the Crux. He was a little concerned about you, because you had been quieter than usual today. But he wasn’t sure how to approach you about it.

But, as the ship docked, and Beidou prepared the lifeboat to Liyue Harbor, he approached you. He offered his hand, and helped you into the lifeboat. As the boat drew closer to the Harbor, he took your hand again, and then helped you up to the dock.

Beidou waved you off when you tried to help her. “No, you go with Kazuha. The kid probably wants to talk to you, judging by his face the last hour.”

You turned and saw Kazuha looking at you. His face might have seemed impassive to random strangers on the street, but the people who knew him best could see the tiny creases of worry, the tiny furrows of concern.

“Okay,” is all you tell the Captain, but she sends you off with a smile and a wave.

You and Kazuha roam through the city for a little bit, but soon settle to watch the sunset on one of the many balconies in the city.

“Are you doing okay?” Kazuha finally asked, looking over at you.

“I don’t know. I’m homesick, I think,” you say quietly. “Don’t laugh, but I miss my dogs.”

“I would never laugh at something like that. When we get back to Inazuma, we can stay for a while. Does that sound nice?”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Yes, it does. Thank you, Kazuha.”

The two of you rested like that for a while. Kazuha played a tune for you on a leaf that he plucked out of the air, and the moon rose over Liyue Harbor.

#kazuha #kazuha x reader #matchups #genshin matchups #match ups #match up game #mod nyx writes #kaedehara kazuha

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jauneilles · 5 months

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💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞

#chataclysmic #━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ answered ask .#tee hees!#post s5? post s5.

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cruisinfdr · 5 years

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~glendale parris~

hey this is glendale 4 @corporeal-ish !!!! who saiiid “henlo, id like to request a colorful beefy bear boy, like one of those big dudes with glitter beards and painted nails. i have all the packs n stuff and u can use whatever cc u wanna, im excited to see what u do!!”

so here !! im like. genuinely super attached to him after spending so long w him in cas so i have faith u will do him justice and lov him as much as i do jdsghkjsd

so i got carried away also and made 2 extra everyday outfits so pics of the extra 2 outfits r under the cut so u can choose if u want them or not obviously :’~) and theres some more of me babbling because like i said. i got carried away And attached so i came up w a strong idea of what kinda guy i think he is?? but obviously thts just my interpretation too u can roll w him however u want !

heres a song tht makes me think of him !! and a second one w a different feel !!

skin overlay / skin tone / eyebags / moles / nails / beard / hair (v3 w the widows peak) / body hair / lipz (neutral low opacity) / teef (lil gap) / brows / shirt 1 / jeans 1 / shirt 2 / jeans 2 / neckerchief / shirt 3 / i literally only used these slides for his partywear cuz i thought it was funny /

n for the beard also.,., i dont doubt that hes the kind of person to just. rock the flowers 24/7 but other than that u can put him in the regular base game beard :~)

anyway heres his tray files or u can get him on the gallery if u wanna :~P im bre611 !! n feel free to tag me if u use him i rlly wanna see :’’’~)

hes seriously so cute !!! i cheated a tiny bit cuz i used one of my favorite randomly generated townies as a base for him instead of a complete rando from cas but he looks pretty much nothing like the original guy except for the nose :~P so he might have skills since he was in my game for awhile ! but anyway:: i get the feeling that he lives in selvadorada now and like. he got shitfaced on a cruise dskjhfksjd and thats how he ended up there. like the cruise ship left him on accident lmfao but hes not mad cuz of the MEN there and he got a bartending gig so. tis a good life 4 him. and he’d totally be friends w angus i think !! i got that vibe from the get go that theyd be friends,., also while making him i was SUPER inspired by ramon from archer so theres a clip oh look and heres another one !! u can see where i got an outfit from

also idk if youll wanna do this but like,.,., u might wanna size his hands down idk if i made them too big or not cuz i was trying to figure out if they were proportionate but hes got some fkin MITTS now HSKDHF his hands are huge but its ok hes sweet

#sim download #oh my GOD this ones so long sorry im sorry !!!!!!!!!#ts4 #the sims 4 #i got so carried away w him honestly im so sorry #ive been working on him since like. the start of sim requests ive had a lot of time to get attached #as far as the songs go #to me they feel like ones he'd listen to while sitting on a balcony in selvadorada #and hes alone just in a lounge chair staring at the stars in the evening with a beer on the table next to him #and probably a cig in his hand. just staring at the stars.#more so that applies to the second song #deadass i love him so much im glad hes a public download u kno cuz that way its still acceptable for me to use him #OH YA I FORGOT TO SAY this too #in my mind hes like late 30s so i cant remember if i made him an adult in game but he should be young adult #hes like 37 38 39 u kno around there #i couldnt decide if i wanted him to be more mid 40s or more late 30s so i was flipping back and forth #he reminds me of one of my coworkers but i think its just the hair #ok i'll shut up now ! this ones long enough as it is omfg !#SOMEONE DOWNLOAD HIM

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