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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year
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Anonymous Request: Metkaniya reader and Neteyam are friends with benefits but Neteyam is in love with them and wants so much more but is afraid to speak up because he fears that by doing so he’ll lose them.
So the situation hurts him a lot and he cries sometimes at night and one night he’s caught by a family member and they manage to give him some advice. Your choice of end please!
Neteyam has you - but only partly. He'd do almost anything to have you completely.
Adult Neteyam. 1,576 words.
As always, when Neteyam leaves Y/N's pod, a familiar feeling sinks into his chest, where it will stay until he sees her again.
It's an odd mix of joy, satisfaction, dread, sickness, and fear. It does not feel good.
It took him a while to figure out why he felt this way. Y/N was only ever kind to him, only ever excited to see him but... something was missing. It felt as if your relationship existed only in secret, under the cover of night, as if Y/N was ashamed of him or maybe, didn't take it seriously.
Meanwhile, he was absolutely desperate for her. She consumed his every waking thought, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything except the next time he might see her.
It didn't feel as if she was feeling the same... or if she was, she was much better at hiding it.
Either way, Neteyam was left alone most nights, forcing the tears not to fall as he thought of her, completely fine without him.
He almost hated himself for it, but he could never hate her.
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Standing at the entrance of my pod, I watched as Neteyam walked away. When he glanced back, I slunk into the shadows so that he couldn't see me watching him leave.
I watched him leave every time he went, wishing that he would stay, but too afraid to ask. Instead, I pushed him out the door, before I started crying in front of him.
I was a fool to fall in love with Neteyam Sully. He was the son of Taruk Makto, and his presence here was probably temporary. It was also very obvious that he wasn't interested in anything serious, and was only wanting to relieve some stress; he'd said as much when he'd proposed the us of you have some 'fun' together.
That had been months ago, and he'd never addressed it again - so I knew, his feelings hadn't changed. Sometimes I felt used by him, but then there were moments, when he would hold me, or brush my hair out of my face, that I would feel so cherished and loved.
But I didn't allow myself to believe it, because I was being foolish enough already, carrying on like this.
I had to let him go.
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Neteyam wiped his eyes and rolled over to look up at the stars, trying to calm his breathing, but he was too upset. Instead of laying there with his family, he got up and exited their pod, heading down to the beach.
He didn't know he was being followed until it was too late.
"Neteyam? What's wrong?"
He supposed, if anyone had to catch him in a vulnerable moment, he would prefer it was Kiri.
Sick of holding it all in, he pulled Kiri in for a hug, and she responded immediately, placing her arms around him and pulling her brother in tight.
"Neteyam, are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with concern. "Is it Y/N?"
Neteyam stood back, shocked. He hadn't ever spoken of Y/N around his family.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. You think we don't notice how you look at each other?"
Neteyam shook his head. "Bah, she doesn't... she feels..."
Kiri rolled her eyes. "You are in love with her, and you haven't told her. Why not?" She reached up, and wiped her older brother's eyes free of tears. Seeing him in pain was hard for her, but she couldn't help but think it might be his own fault. She loved and respected her brother, but didn't imagine he was very good at romance.
"She doesn't feel the same. Every time I see her, she practically rushes me away at the end of the... date. And when we're around other people, she avoids me."
Kiri crossed her arms and thought for a moment. "Have you just, asked her? You're both adults. Have you talked about it? Because you can't go on like this, Neteyam. It's eating you alive."
"I don't know what to say."
"Tell her how you feel. If she doesn't feel the same, you can move on. Go tell her now - while it's fresh."
Kiri reached out, giving her brother a gentle shove. A panicked look crossed his face.
"Do you want to just suffer forever?"
"If I tell her, and she doesn't feel the same, I could lose her entirely. What if suffering like this is better than not having her at all?"
Kiri pushed him again. "That isn't healthy. Go. Now."
Neteyam sighed, and took off towards Y/N's pod.
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The moonlight was so clear that night, reflecting beautifully off the water, and I couldn't sleep anyway, so I had made my way down to the beach to dip my toes in and try to relax, just a little.
Tomorrow, I would tell Neteyam that it was too hard and I couldn't see him anymore.
Tonight, I could relish the way his touch felt, remember all the times we'd spent together, and try to smile before it was gone forever.
Splashing to the right alerted me that I wasn't the only one out late. A tall figure approached, and I squinted as they got closer and closer.
Neteyam.
Oh, no. If he was here now, I would have to tell him now.
I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulders and took a few steps back as he got closer. My breathing was coming erratically now, my hands starting to shake.
"Y/N," Neteyam said, his smile nervous, when he finally reached me. "What are you doing out here?"
I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Needed, uh, to think."
Neteyam nodded. "Me too. We must talk."
"Yes, I think so." I reached out my hand and he took it, and I lead him back to my pod.
I wasn't sure whether to sit or stand once we arrived, so I followed Neteyam's lead.
"You, uh, first," Neteyam said nervously.
"Oh." I gripped the edges of my shawl, and took a very long, deep breath. If I didn't calm down, I was going to cry as I spoke, and I could not imagine anything more embarrassing. "Neteyam, I don't think we should see each other anymore. I know you said you just wanted, well, something fun but I, that no longer works for me."
Neteyam stood stiff as a board before me, his eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, ears lowered. "Why not?"
I put my hand over my face as the hot tears gathered in my eyes, and my chest burned with sadness. A lump rose in my throat, making it hard to speak.
"I feel... more. I feel more for you. It pains me, to only see you once in a while, to not hold your hand or swim with you, to not... be yours." My voice was broken, and the tears fell as I spoke, though I tried to wipe them as quickly as they came.
Neteyam stood at me, mouth open, and I wanted to sink into the ocean and never rise again.
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Neteyam could not believe what he was hearing. She wanted to break up with him... because she liked him?
Seeing the tears fall from her eyes made him ashamed of himself. All of this time, she wanted to be with him, truly with him, and had felt as if that wasn't what he wanted?
How had he failed her so miserably to allow her to get this upset?
He stepped forward, and pulled her hand away from her face as she wiped away her tears.
"I came here to tonight to confess that I am in love with you, Y/N, and that it has been paining me that I thought you did not feel the same."
She took in a small gasp, her eyes wide. "What? Neteyam!" She sounded almost mad, which made him want to laugh, even though he knew it wasn't the time.
"I would be honored to call you mine. To ride together with you every day, to make a home with you, to bring you to meet my family. I am in love with you."
He thought she would stop crying, but to his horror, she began crying even harder, her chest heaving up and down with sobs as tears poured down her face.
"Shit," he hissed, and he pulled her against his chest. "Don't try. This is good news, isn't it?"
She laughed, and he felt only a little relief. "Yes! I just feel, I feel like we are both really stupid."
He had to laugh along with her. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
She stood up, and they smiled at each other, smiles so wide that their cheeks might start to ache.
"I love you, too, Neteyam. I'm so sorry I made you feel like I didn't. I have loved you since I first met you."
He caressed her soft, wet cheek, and she leaned gently into his palm.
"Let us be honest with each other, from this moment on. Let us always tell each other the truth," she said, and she placed a kiss on his open palm.
He felt such a pride and relief in his chest, he thought he might burst into tears next.
"And you must let me tell you every day, how much I love you," he replied.
She smiled once more. "So long as it is the truth."
Neteyam knew it always would be.
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disneyprincemuke · 3 months
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u said "3k celebration" i heard "be annoying, terrorize me"
so here is from the prompt list: enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!
WITH RBR!SEB cause 🫠🫠🫠🫠 (she could be a driver too mayhaps... maybe even teammates hm idk oopsie and uh seb is the one admitting cause i love pathetic men)
to be fair, my requests are always open so that i can be terrorised lolsie xoxo,, i ask the voices to stop but i actually like the voices
also, i've been writing this blurb for like an hour, hour and a half... i didn't know any other way to make this shorter than how it is now like idk tine u bring out the long winded writer in me idk
"what the hell were you thinking?" you watch blankly as sebastian walks into your hospital room. "your car literally split in half! are you not at least a little bit glad that you came out alive?" you stare at him before you rest your head gently on the pillow that christian had fluffed up behind you. you close your eyes. "no. i want to get some sleep. go away." "what the hell is wrong with you? wake up!" sebastian cries, throwing his head back. on the tv in the corner of the room, the race carries on. the race that you had both retired from after a nasty crash between you two. while his crash was minor, your car had broken in half. the race was delayed by almost two hours following the crash of the red bulls. "sebastian," you sigh tiredly, opening your eyes. "go away. we're seriously not close enough for you to care this much about my crash." "what are you talking about?" "be serious right now." he tilts his head, hands on his hips. "i don't understand." "we don't like each other. cut the crap, sebastian," you sigh, adjusting yourself under the blanket that christian had laid over you. "just go away. let's fight later when i'm off the meds." "what do you mean? i like you." sebastian lowers his voice, looking down at you. a hand hovers over you gently. "why would you say i don't?" "we've been at each other's throats since christian promoted me from the junior team," you huff, turning around to face the other side of the bed. "stop pretending you care for me. do you need me to speak in german for you to understand? nico taught me." "i don't hate you!" sebastian tugs at his hair, looking down at you in confusion. "i don't hate you! i'm in love with you!" you move your head, wincing slightly when a sharp pain shoots through your neck. "what did you just say?" "i've been in love with you the moment you walked into the red bull racing home for an f2 race last year!" sebastian groans, throwing his head back in dismay. "are you seriously so oblivious?" but, you just close your eyes again. you steady your breathing, begging for the medication to hit you the way it had a couple minutes ago. you try to ignore the way your heart races in your chest and the way you can no longer bite back the smile growing on your face. perhaps nico and lewis were right when they teased you just about a week ago about sebastian liking you more than you assessed. though, it is a little childish that the world champion had reduced himself to playground tactics to try and rile you up. all the teasing, the endless one-sided flirting, winking at you across the room during team dinners. it's more infuriating than anything you've ever known in the world. you huff. "i don't want to talk about this right now, sebastian. please go away."
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elysianymph · 8 months
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my unpopular marauders opinions
(i'm scared 😟)
'nothing is ooc bc we know nothing about the characters!' might work with the girl characters and the lesser known ones but it does not fly when we are talking about the marauders and other characters like barty, regulus, etc. we have so much (biased) information on these characters and you can't erase all they were in the original text bc you want to make an oc in the marauders era.
sirius is literally one of the most interesting characters in the fandom and i hate how he's been dumbed down to regulus' brother or remus' boyfriend depending on who's pov we're reading. what happened to cool sirius and why has he become a loser who follows remus around like a lapdog??? what happened to casanova sirius who all the girls were into but he never paid them any attention??? what happened to the sirius who risked his life and ran away bc he refused to become like his parents??? and why has been reduced to a whimpering mess who cries bc remus is mean to him (ooc on remus' part too). you're lying to yourselves if you think sirius wouldn't start throwing hands the moment remus insulted him. i need to write an entire separate post for this bc it makes me viscerally angry when i see him portrayed like this. who decided that giving remus all of sirius' main character traits was a good idea??
similarly, remus has become so boring. he has literally become the toxic love interest in a werewolf story please STOP IT. i'm tired of remus constantly yelling and calling other people (specifically sirius) worthless or hitting their deepest insecurities but it's all justified bc it's the full moon and he's angry and emotional. it's overdone, it's toxic, it's boring and i don't want to see it. my remus will forever be a an old sweater-wearing, bookworm people pleaser who wanted nothing more than to have friends who loved him despite who he was and he treasured them so dearly when he found them. he carried extra pens and quills in his bag because he knew peter always forgot his, he always came to james' games to cheer him on despite not being interested in quidditch. idk what you people find appealing about remus thinking sirius is a nuisance or annoying when they're dating but it's not <3 he spent years staring at sirius' back during class and being satisfied to just be in his presence because he didn't think he deserved any of it. how could he wish for more when sirius was wrapping an arm around him and whispering the plan to their newest prank? you want me to think the shy boy who looked away anytime sirius made eye contact with him was a smooth talker who found sirius annoying?? at this point he's an oc with remus' face be fr
sirius >>> regulus any day. cry about it
speaking of regulus i hate how the fandom has characterized him. you've created sirius 2.0 with his storyline (while simultaneously slandering sirius' character) and then made him an emo version of remus' already awful characterization. he's not an uwu victim who begged his brother to come with him, he was a blood supremacist who was probably overjoyed that the stain on his family tree was gone. 'i hate you but i love you' describes the black brothers perfectly but that 'but' doesn't undo the hatred they feel for each other. sibling relationship are so complex, especially in a family like theirs, and their relationship would've been turbulent. by the time sirius had ran away i fully believe the hate they felt for each other was bigger than any love they had left. regulus who is a manipulative asshole, regulus who is actively trying to get rid of sirius so he can get to be the heir he thinks he deserves to be will always be more interesting than the way regulus is written in most jegulus fics.
also james would've literally bullied regulus. it's the truth
also, let james be an asshole! let james be a bully! he was a teenager for fucks sake let him be mean and cruel! give him an ego the size of the sun and nothing else to 'make it better'. he was an only child raised in a pureblood family, i would be more surprised if he didn't turn out to be a narcissistic teenager. he was talented and spoiled and wanted everyone to agree with him bc he had never been brought down to earth from his high horse. let him be messy. i don't understand why the fandom has such a problem with complex characters
this fandom hates on severus too much while babygirl-ifying characters who have done the same or worse than him. was he an asshole? yes. was he also a really interesting character that people choose to ignore or push aside bc he's not conventionally attractive? yes. you've idolized barty and evan and regulus, characters who are also canonically death eaters and have done unforgivable things, yet you continue to hate on severus because?? i don't like him either but commenting 'stan bambi' on every single severus edit is a bit too much effort for a character you claim to not give a shit about :/
remus would NOT be friends with barty, evan and regulus. he's a loser and those three would bully him to death
'i wish people would make more marauders era girls content-' 💥💥💥make it yourself. there is PLENTLY of girls content all you need to do is look in the tags (but oh wait you can't look in the tags bc no one in this fandom has apparently heard of fandom etiquette and they're all tagging every ship under the sun on a post about jegulus. trust me, if i wanted to see jegulus content i would go in their tag. now stop tagging it with dorlene and marylily)
idk if this one is that unpopular cause i've seen it around quite a bit recently but the lupins are literally one of the best families and they are so underrated. the relationships between hope and remus and lyall and remus and the effects that remus' lycanthropy has on them is always on my mind fr. you don't need to give every character mommy/daddy issues to make them interesting or complex ❤️
the prank is SO overdone. like every post prank fic is the same shit and i'm tired. sirius felt no remorse, remus called it an unfunny prank, get over it. it can be interesting to explore (especially sirius' thoughts during it and how remus deals with the consequences of one of his best friends betraying him) but so many times the prank has just been used to justify writing remus being so so incredibly shitty to sirius and poking at his every insecurity that at this point i don't even want to read about it anymore. remus had every right to be mad but once again you're ignoring the canon characterization just to make him seem like a badass when he would absolutely not confront sirius about it.
'[girl character] is just the female version of [male character]' literally makes me want to bite someone's head off. how is it that you have time to create whole new personalities for james, sirius, remus and every other male character under the sun but lily, mary, dorcas or marlene don't get that treatment?? slapping sirius' old characterization on marlene or remus' old characterization on lily doesn't make for compelling characters but none of you care enough to actually flesh these women out and make them something more. it's no wonder people complain about them being boring when the main fanon is just slapping on a guy's personality onto them but make it misogynistic. if you can give regulus an entire backstory and justify his every action then you can give the girls some interesting character traits in your works be fr.
rudy solos grant chapman 🫶🏻
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datsleepygirl · 10 months
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Telling Law You're Pregnant
I swear, everyone on my Insta feed is posting pregnancy announcements, which gave me this idea of telling our babies that they will be expecting one of their own. Here's an official announcement though : I'm back!!
tw: mentions of pregnancy, a large amount of fluff &lt;3
status : not proofread yet
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we're starting with my favourite doctor, obviously. Just imagine this man with a baby in his hand- 😩
"Well shit." I mentally cursed, pregnancy test in hand. With recent 'events' happening regularly at night, it was just a matter of time that Law will hit the jackpot with me. I glanced at the other 3 tests from different brands I bought just in case. Thank god we were docked during this period of time, which allowed me to slip into pharmacies without the crew noticing after using the 'grocery shopping' card on them. I put a hand on my belly, slowing rubbing it as a small sigh left me.
Am I excited? Of course.
Am I nervous, hell ya.
Me and Law are at a stage where the both of us are stable enough to have a child popping into our lives so suddenly, but how would he feel about it? Is he okay with the idea of having a child so soon? How will he react to the news of a freaking baby coming 10 months later?
I heard the door of our bedroom open for a slight moment, then being shut. I collected the pregnancy tests, shoved them into my pocket and flushed the toilet, pretending nothing had happened.
"Hey, we shouldn't be docking again until 3 months later. You got everything you need?" Law greeted me after I exited the bathroom, hanging his coat and putting his hat on the desk. "I'm good. You done with all your work for the day?" I sat on the bed, looking at him with a hint of uncertainty in my gaze. "Yeah, didn't have much to do besides from a few reports. You okay? You look stressed out." Law took a seat next to me, wrapping his arm around me while planting a kiss to my temple. "Meh, just a bit tired. Can you... lie down with me for a bit?" I requested. Law responded with a smile and shifted us to a lying position. He had one arm under his head with the other one served as my pillow. We both relaxed in each other's presence.
Now's a good time to tell him.
"Hey babe. Have you ever thought about starting a family? Ya know, having a mini you or me running around?" Law chuckled at my question. "With you, the answer is always yes. Remember when I told you that when you ran into my world, I started seeing colours? I started feeling emotions that I've haven't felt in years - love. It's such a beautiful emotion that I wish I could just bottle it up and give it to our child." My heart warmed at the sight of Law's loving smile as he stared at me. I leaned in for a small kiss as I told him to give me his hand. Confused, he complied without asking.
"I'm sure that... this little guy will be happy to hear about that." I put his hand on my belly as I looked back at him with the same loving smile he gave me a moment ago. Law's expression remained as a confused one before it turned into pure shock, causing me to giggle.
"You're...?"
"Yes babe, I'm pregnant." As soon as those words came out of my mouth I was pulled into a tight hug, from the man trembling above me.
"Are you crying?"
"Shut up..."
I laughed with a few of my tears escaping from my eyes as well. "You sure?" Law asked me without breaking the hug. "Yeah, I took like, 4 tests from different brands, just to make sure. I was still shocked. I mean, we used condoms. Not that me being pregnant is a bad thing, though." I said as I showed him the tests I took. Holding them in hand, Law got teary eyed once again. "Condoms only work about 97% of the time, but who gives a fuck about that right now?" he put the tests on the dresser beside our bed as he embraced me again. "I love you so much. Thanks for loving me despite all my flaws and me being all moody in the morning. Thinking about you walking around, carrying our child... it's insane to think that someone as amazing as you is carrying my baby with you..." I smiled as I cupped his cheeks in my hands, "If anything, I'm the lucky one. Thanks for giving me such an amazing gift. I just know that you're gonna be an amazing father. I already have a feeling that if this baby is a girl, she'll be a daddy's girl for sure." Law reached down to rub my belly, that same loving smile returning as he did so.
"If that's the case, then I guess there's gonna be one more person calling me daddy from now on. Not that I'm complaining." I hit him playfully on the arm as he shamelessly smirked as his own joke.
"I'll run some tests on you tomorrow, okay? I don't think I'm in the mood to let go of you anytime soon. I'm gonna have you scooped up in my arms the whole night." I snuggled closer, burying my face in his chest as I answered, "Sounds perfect, my baby daddy."
The soft touches on my belly never stopped. Law spoke to our little angel again as his touches lured me into a peaceful slumber.
"See you in 10 months, our little miracle."
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okay not gonna lie, I love this :)))) Here's to all you lads out there who waited patiently for new content. I have a whole series of these coming up, so please wait for a bit longer for the rest of our favourite men in line <3
and this ain't a Law fic if I don't tag the OG Law writer in my opinion @sashi-ya thanks for all the encouraging and loving words, I'm so grateful to have met you on this writing journey <3
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Imagine King finding out someone was bullying you
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Who's-Who: well, well, it's not King's boot licking little assistant.
The Twins: *giggle and whisper to each other*
You: That infers that I'm the one licking his boots.
Who's-Who: Am I wrong.
You: Yes, it's the other way around.
Who's-Who: Oh gross, he's a sub... But would explain why he's never far behind you, and now that I think of it he always walks behind you.
One of the Twins: What I want explained is what he sees in you? King could do so much better than you. You're so plain looking and have such a bland personality.
You: Excuse the fuck outta me, are you really calling my personality bland? I hate to break it to you, but being a massive cunt didn't count as a personality.
The other Twin: I know right? Like they're so boring, not to mention weak and useless, they're such a burden to the crew. Always in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
Who's-Who: shit, you two are mean, *sees King rounding the corner* we gotta bounce babes, their guard dog has caught up.
You: *watch them leave as you try not to cry in front of them*
King: What did they want?
You: *clears your throat, and makes an effort not to look at him* Nothing important.
King: *senses something is off* ... What's wrong?
You: *The softness in his voice makes tears well up in your eyes*
King: Ooh no, no, no, Why are you crying?
You: I would like uppies.
King: ... Okay *picks you up and tucks you against his chest and under his chin*
You: *wraps your arms around his neck and quietly cry into his shirt*
King: .... Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want to be held?
You: Those catty bitches were trying to bully me, and their insults hit a few tender spots.
King: Such as?
You: they.... they implied that I wasn't good enough for you, and that I'm a weakling that's a burden on the crew.
King: and you care what they think?
You: *shakes your head and huffs* of course not, their words just happened to get under my skin this once.
King: *chuckles* I see, you must have had a tough day for that to happen.
You: I've just been having a tough time lately.
King: I think I have just the solution, how about we get the kitchens to whip something up for you, and you let me pamper you in the bath?
You: that sounds almost perfect.
King: And what would make it perfect.
You: I don't care when, but I'd like you to blow my back out.
King: *laughs* I think I can manage that.
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The next day
Who's-Who: *in the infirmary with 1st degree burns*
The Twins: *also injured, but less so* We're so sorry, we don't do it again.
You: what happened?
One Twin: King punished Who's -Who for our behavior yesterday. He said standing idly by while we antagonized you was unacceptable and ordered Who's-Who to punish us. But Who's-Who refused, and fought King instead.
You: sounds like his own fault, but how did you two get hurt?
Other twin: King sent us to Maria to be punished, and she got carried away.
You: *sighs* I'll forgive you as long as you promise not to do it again.
Twins: we promise.
You: alright, take a seat, so I can treat your injuries.
Twins: you'd treat them even after what we said?
You: yes, now pop a squat.
Twins: *see why King likes you*
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Coming Soon 5/6
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c-m-stuff · 10 months
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Complete Opposites
Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son. When your niece unexpectedly visited you, everyone could see you were complete opposites.
-Warnings: Fluffiness, angst, mention of smut, having a child
-Word count: 2221
-Note: (Repost from Wattpad, requests are welcome!) I actually had really fun writing this one. But, I need to make a few things clear. First of all, I write here about readers niece, just know, that I totally made that up. I love my niece, she isn't like this character at all. Second of all, this one shot, and most of the text, was based on a TV show. That was a really big inspiration, but I changed it sometimes, lightly. TV show: Friends - 9x8
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Y/N POV:
I was facing the mirror, looking at my beautiful black dress. It was one of David's famous dinner parties. Of course, we are going. We only have one problem. We couldn't find someone to stay with our new born baby. He was only 2 months old. Spencer and I, couldn't be more happy, his birth a real blessing. But, since no one of our friends can stay with him, and we don't trust a babysitter who is a complete stranger, we decided to take little (Y/S/N) with us.
'Wow.' I turned around to see my wonderful husband staring at me in awe.
'You look gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.' he stated, while making his way towards me.
'You don't look bad yourself, love.'
He came closer to me, pressing his lips into my neck. Sucking and licking on the sensitive skin. The possibility, that he left some marks, were pretty big.
'Honey, even though, I love this very much, not now. We need to go to David's.' I laughed, as he separated the contact, before we both got too carried away.
'Alright, fine. But, you're going to make this up to me when we're back.' he teased, staring deeply into my eyes.
'I won't argue with you.' I smiled, before giving each other a passionate kiss.
What ended the loving kiss, was the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing. We gave each other a confused look, knowing we agreed with the others that we would drive.
We both walked towards the front door, as I opened it. There she stood, my niece, I didn't saw in ages. She gave me a soft smile, letting herself in.
'Well hey, Amy. I haven't seen you in, like, a year.' I spoke, while giving her a quick hug.
'I know. I know. I've just been crazed.'
'Well, me too. I had a baby.'
'I decorated dad's office.' she stated, proud.
'Yeah? Well, unless you pushed a desk out of your vagina, not the same thing.' I said, sarcastically.
I mean, I love my niece. I really do, we're just complete opposites. She was popular, always busy with her looks, and just not that mature. I wasn't popular, I care more about the inside, and I'm just more mature than her. But, I'm happy she's here. Now, I can spend some lost time with her.
'I'm so excited! I'm going to have dinner at my boyfriend's house.' she walked herself further in, until she saw the crib of our beautiful son.
'Oh my god, is that (Y/S/N)?' she asked, as a smile grew on Spencer and my face.
'Yeah.'
'It's a boy?' the moment was almost perfect, until she asked this question. I was biting on my lip, while giving her a nod.
'So, Amy, do you remember Spencer?' I asked, as she now fully gave a look at him.
'Yes, of course!' suddenly, her phone began to rang.
'Oh, I need to take this one.' she said, before walking into a room.
Only about a minute later, she came back, visibly upset.
'Amy, what happened?'
'My boyfriend cancelled on me.' she answered, a deep sigh leaving her lips.
'I mean, I finally find a real relationship. Someone who I don't feel lonely with, and then his wife comes back into town!' she continued, making me roll my eyes behind her back. Like I said, complete opposites.
'God, I was so looking forward to this. It was going to be a beautiful evening.' she complained once more, as she started crying, lightly.
'Amy, don't cry.' I told her, before I turned around to meet Spencer's gaze.
'Can I talk with you in private?' he agreed, making our way towards the bedroom.
'Look, I was thinking, if it's okay with David... I would like to invite Amy.' he looked at me understanding, before placing a kiss on my cheek.
'Okay, I will call David.' he reassured me, and I wrapped him into a hug.
'Thank you.'
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So said, so done.
A few moments later, we arrived at David's mansion. I pressed the doorbell, and soon enough, the Italian let us all in.
'Hey guys, this is my niece, Amy. Amy, this is Derek, Aaron, David, JJ, Penelope, and Emily.' I introduced them, as everyone greeted back.
Eventually, I ended up with the girls, happily talking.
'So, your niece sounds nice.' Emily spoke out, while I nodded my head.
'Yeah, she is. She's just a lot to take, sometimes.' I admitted.
'But, anyways, how's Henry?' I asked JJ, wanting to change the subject.
'He's good! He just made new friends. Whenever he comes back home, he always tells us what he did that day. What for games they played at school.'
'Ohh, that is the cutest!' I answered, the girls all agreeing with me.
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After a little while, we decided to sit by the boys, on the comfortable couch. I sat next to Spencer, as Amy took place next to us.
'Hey, where's the baby?'
'We just put him down for a nap.' my husband answered, as Amy got excited.
'Listen, I was just thinking. You know what would be incredible?' we gave her a curious look.
'If you guys died!'
'Thank you, Amy.' I spoke, sarcastically, knowing she didn't meant it in that way.
'No, no, then I would get the baby.'
'It would be just like in a movie. At first, I wouldn't know what to do with him. And, then, I would rise to the occasion. Then, I'd get a makeover and get married.' she finished, smiling bright.
'Listen, not that you guys could stop me or anything. Because, you know, you'd be dead. But, I was thinking about changing his name. I'm just not really a big fan of (Y/S/N).' we all were flabbergasted, definitely not expecting this conversation to happen. I was struggling to tell her the truth.
'Honey, I don't know how to tell you this. But, if were something to happen to Spencer and myself, you wouldn't get the baby.' I told her, making her look in shock.
'Well, who would?'
'We haven't officially asked them yet, but we would want Jennifer and William.' Spencer continued, making JJ smile big. Will couldn't come this evening, but I'm sure he would react the same way.
'I can't believe you'd want us to raise (Y/S/N).' JJ spoke, genuine happy.
'I don't believe this. Hold on a second. You guys die, and I don't get your baby?'
'Amy, see, we're a lot closer to JJ and Will. We see them almost everyday, and truthfully, you don't seem connected to the baby.' I admitted, making her more angry.
'Connected? To what? He's a lump!'
'Dinner's ready!' I was grateful, David called us. I was getting more pissed off, but tried my best to ignore it.
At the table, the tension could be cut by a knife. Everyone ate, while Amy was visibly mad. There wasn't much chatting around the table, everyone feeling the heavy tension.
After dinner, we took place again on the couch, a little more talking now. Suddenly, Amy came sitting next to me, huffing annoyed.
'In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not talking to you.'
'What are you doing now then?' I said, sarcastically, before she rolled her eyes.
'You know, this is just classic (Y/N).' I laughed a bit.
'Right. Remember in high school, when I died, and didn't give you the baby?'
'This might be my one change to have a child, (Y/N).' Amy spoke, firmly.
'I mean, you know that I have been so busy focusing on my career.'
'What career?'
'I'm a decorator.' she said, as if it was the most obvious answer.
'You decorate your dad's office and now your a decorator?'
'Why can't you ever be supportive?'
'You want to talk about supportive? You didn't come and visit me when I was in the hospital having the baby.' I could tell, I was getting more angry. In the meanwhile, everyone remained quiet.
'You didn't come see me in the hospital when I was getting my lips done!' I huffed, the difference too big.
'I did the first time!' I yelled back, and got up from the couch. I walked a little further, before turning around.
'You know what? You want to know why I'm not giving you (Y/S/N)?' I began, as she got up as well.
'I'm not giving you (Y/S/N), because you can't handle the responsibility of a child.' I confessed, making her huf once more.
'Well, how hard could it be? You do it.' I felt the anger burning on my skin, as I bite on my lip, in attempt to stay calm.
'You wanna know why you don't want me to have the baby? Because you don't want me to be happy. You have always been jealous of me.'
'Jealous of what? Of your lack of responsibility? Your immaturity?' I argued back, letting her roll her eyes.
'You just think you're so perfect. With your new baby, and your small house. Well, let me tell you something. Your baby isn't even that cute.'
I was staring at her with shock and madness. Now, she went too far. Insulting me, okay, but don't involve my family in this.
'Too far, Amy. Too far.' I was relieved, Spencer stood up for us. I could see, he was clearly angry, we all were.
'You take that back.' I pointed at her, but she didn't care.
'No.'
'Take it back!'
'No. What are you gonna do? Make me?' she challenged me, waiting for my next move.
'Hey, I chase criminals for the living. You think, I can't handle you?'
'Bring it on!' right after she said that, she gave me a push.
'Did you just push me?'
'Yeah, I think I did.'
'All right, that's it.'
I minored her actions, giving her also a push. We began hit hands against hands, fighting like children. Than, I managed to get my hands in her hair, shaking it up, making it frizzy. When I was done, she immediately went to her hair, going multiple times over it, making it straight again. She then tried to push me again, but I hold her off by placing my hand on her head, making it harder to reach me.
Suddenly, I felt with my free hand an object, tossing it accidentally of its place. We immediately stopped fighting, looking now finally what we did. I accidentally tossed an empty wine glass from the table on the floor, the glass scattered everywhere.
'Alright, that's it! You cannot behave this way! If you can't act your age, you shouldn't be here at all.' David spoke, as the guilt washed over me.
'I'm sorry.' Amy apologized, while playing with her fingers.
'I'm so sorry, Dave!' I apologized, hating what had happened. His eyes got softer, nodding it was okay.
'Look, Amy, we got a little out-of-control over there. And, I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry too.'
'You're my niece, and if it really means that much to you-' she cut me off.
'So, you're gonna give me the baby?'
'No, I was planning on coming to the hospital by your next beauty operation.' she smiled widely, pulling me into a hug.
'You are not gonna regret this.'
We separated, as I made my way towards the others. Spencer wrapped me instantly into a tight embrace, placing a gentle kiss on my head.
'Are you okay?'
'Yes, I'm fine.' I reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek. We pulled apart, and I turned around to face the Italian.
'Dave, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to. I'll pay you back.'
'Don't worry about it. It's okay.' he gave me a soft smile, as I returned it, whispering a "thank you".
'(Y/N), Spence, did you guys really meant it about (Y/S/N)?' JJ asked, a bit insecure.
'Of course, we meant it. JJ, you and Will, are great parents. In that case, we would be more than happy. I mean, if you two want it, of course.'
'Yeah, of course! Thank you, we really appreciate it.' she both gave us a hug, letting us see her gratefulness.
'Well, I'm very thankful, but I pray that doesn't happen. We don't want to lose you guys.' we gave her a smile, nodding in agreement.
This evening may wasn't exactly what I thought it would be, but eventually it turned out alright. And, the evening only got hotter, as soon as my husband and I, (and our son) were back home.
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Ok!! Again, happy 800 🥳🥳🥳🥳 may I request Paul Atreides confessing a secret to Reader? Can be fluffy, angsty, silly, flirty, whatever you like 😊
In the Midst of Waves
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Summary: Paul Atreides has a secret to tell you.
Notes: I like to think this is all the words you listed; fluffy, silly, flirty and angsty. I wrote it super fast bc the idea was so good and I got a bit carried away but whatever, this is 4.2k words lol PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!
Warning (s): Suffocation, mentions of multiple hands, drowning (?), Mentions of blood and ripping skin, implications of war, DETAILED DEATH SCENE!!! Paul cries like three times but so does reader so gang, gang.
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“My feet hurt.”
“It is only a little further.” Paul replies then, he casts a glance back towards you. The skirt of your dress is hiked up, clenched between your fingers and fan— you're trying not to muddy the pricy fabric but the same can not be said about your heels or stockings. Mud sticks to them in large brown clumps he can barely make out in the moon's light. Each of your steps is followed by a wet squish that makes him want to cringe. “And I did offer to carry you.”
“I am heavy and this walk is long.” You sniff. “Longer than you said it'd be.”
“I promise we're close.” He doesn't actually know, he's never timed the walk before, too lost in thought to care. Usually, the scent of the sea would grow stronger, so strong one could taste the salt on their tongue and waves would roar so loud you could barely think. It's the perfect spot to forget oneself, to scream with all the might in your chest and have it swallowed up by the sea and its misty waves. It's the perfect place to cry and blame the wetness on your face on the waves, the redness in your eyes on the salt. It is the perfect place to confess your feelings to a best friend— scratch that. It's the perfect place to practice confessing to her right in front of her without her hearing.
Paul has brought Duncan here once, after training when the both of them needed to calm down. He learned then that if someone was not within four feet of you, the sea would steal away your words like it was a secret to keep.
Your heels give another repulsive squish and it's followed by a gag of disgust. Paul hides his smile as he turns to you — no good friend would find enjoyment in the other's displeasure. But the two of you aren't just good friends, are you? You are best friends and as your best friend, Paul knows if he were to laugh now, you might just pick up a handful of mud and lob it at him. It would be a mud war and the two of you would ruin the clothes you're in. It would also end up with the two of you getting questioned on why the hell are you two muddied during a gala?
Paul doesn't fear much in his own home, not his mother nor his father. But, he does fear the stoney glare that would settle on your mother's face at the sight of you in disarray.
“Let me carry you.”
You glance up from your heel— it is ankle deep in ice cold mud and you shake your head as you pull it free. “You’ll tire.”
“Never of you.”
There's a beat of silence, where the two of you just stare at each other. Paul's expression is soft but it always is when directed at you, and you're sure your face holds some touches of that very same softness— a fondness you rather not give a name or question. But there is only so much softness you can hold for a friend that said something incredibly corny to you. Your face must have wavered in the effort to hold back your laughter because Paul was already rolling his eyes and turning away from you, walking forward. Taking his offer of squish free steps with him. “Paul–” You try, but your voice is pinched with laughter. “Paul, wait– I want you to carry me now.”
“And I want you to be nice to me.” He shoots back. “But you take nice things and stomp on them with your ugly squishy heels.”
“Yes, well. I lied.”
A gasp rips from you as you squish, squish, squish after him. You're on his heels in seconds. “You told me you liked these shoes!”
“You said they compliment my eyes!”
“When your gown is down you can't even see them. Which is for the best, mind you, but if I didn't tell you, you would have spent another hour in my study asking my opinion on your other heels.” He glances down at your heels, his face tightened in an exaggerated look of disgust that has you laughing in seconds. “Perhaps mud would make these ones look prettier.”
“Oh cut it out!” You laugh, swatting at him, “If you hated my company so, you'd deny me access to the room.” Then you give a little twirl, your shoes squishing loudly as you shift away from him. “Besides I think–” Your words tamper off as you stare at the empty spot Paul once was. Your head snaps left then right as call for him— when you get no response,you squint through the darkness at where he once stood as see his footprints left in the mud.
You thank every star above that Caladan is a rainy planet. While it hadn't rained during the day, in the evening during the gala it had drizzled for an hour and cleared up fast— you follow Paul's footprints, also silently thanking Caladan for having more than one moon. Each step is another uncomfortable squish but with each one, the sound of the sea draws near and your eyes water just slightly. It is like someone poured salt straight into the air, it makes you miss the sweet air of your home planet. “Paul!” You call, trying to force your voice to be louder than the crashing waves. Crashing waves? What were they crashing against? “Paul, this isn't funny!”
You allow yourself to walk slower— the sound of waves are growing dangerously close, far too loud and violent sounding. You know Caladan has mountains but with them comes sudden dips; it's ragged cliffs, one wrong move would surely mean your sudden death. “Paul, please!” Your voice cracks as you cup your hands around your mouth. You aren't… scared. Paul is, well, Paul.
From birth, he was trained to be the best at combat, at survival, at being the best man he could be. Wherever he wandered off to— he's probably fine. He probably thinks it's funny to worry you, to scare you with the near-dark and leaving you on your own. But another part of you knows he wouldn't do that. Not to anyone let alone you. His best friend, so you allow a little worry to slip into your heart. A little fear to dance through your veins. You turn your head back towards the castle, a glowing dot in the distance. You could turn back now, let your dress drop and make it back in less than ten minutes to get someone; Duncan maybe to help you search for him.
But you don't. Something in you urges you to keep going. Your heart pounds in your ears and you aren't sure what's louder. The sea or the rush of your blood? The sea, the sea, the sea. Your feet move before you can really think about it, it's the only logical place— he was just in front of you and then within a second, poof. Gone. No, not gone— he just left, he pushed forward and that's what you'll do. You'll push forward, at least till you find out what the sea is crashing against.
A cliff, hopefully. A cliff that houses your boy.
You break through the lining of trees with a pounding heart, your chest panting. Salt, the air is so salty, it makes your face pinch but you push past it because you see him. Standing mere feet away from the cliff, is Paul. Only… it's not. Not the same Paul that swept you away from the gala with a promise of something amazing, not the Paul who joked around with you in the woods. This Paul, basked in the light of the moons looks older, looks lost and isn't wearing the finely pressed gala suit. This Paul wears a sleek black armor that clings to every muscle. Muscle, while your Paul was no twig, this man has much more mass.
“Paul…?”
It should be impossible. To hear you over the roar of waves, to make you out in the treeline when the grey and greens of your attire match the colors of the wild. But he hears you, he sees you. His glowing blue eyes snap toward you and you stumble back into the treeline. That is not your friend, not your duke, that is not Paul. Panic seizes your heart and you do the thing you're taught to do in danger; you run. You jerk away from the cliff with every intention of running, of putting as much distance between you and this imposter as possible but you turn and crash into a solid chest.
You fall back, eyes shooting up.
Glowing blue eyes meet yours.
White, hot panic shoots through you and you want to scream; you do scream, loud and shrill but you can't move. Stuck in place, sinking in mud— this Paul pins you with a look. It is absolutely haunting to see the sorrow that seems to take over his whole face, that how when he tries to smile, it's weighed down by years and years of sadness. This. Is. Not. Your. Paul.
The mid grows higher,or maybe you sink more. Faster, as now your calves and skirt of your dress is swallowed by it.
“You have to tell him.”
His voice echoes like he's speaking in an auditorium. Like it's coming from everywhere but him— it's like his voice is in your head, in your memories. In your past, your present and even your future. “W-What?”
“You have to tell him before it's too late.”
The mud is pulling you down faster now— no, not mud. Hands. Hundreds, thousands of bloodied hands drag you down, pulling at your clothes, your hair. Their nails rip into your skin; blood, you can taste blood. It's not yours. It's not yours. It's not yours. You try to call for help, to call for Paul but the hands cover your eyes, your mouth, your nose.
You can't breathe. You try to pull at the hands but the bloodied ones yank yours away. You can't breathe. You try to gasp, to scream, but the hands only hold onto you tighter. You were going to die. You can't breathe!
Your bare feet hit burning hot sand and you're left rapidly blinking as you're thrusted into the blazing suns of Arakkis. Not-Paul stands a few feet away giving you his back— you hesitate for a few moments, trying to catch the breath that was stolen only seconds ago, then you stumble to his side. The sand somehow slips through the netting, into your lungs with every breath and it makes you feel slightly woozy.
“Here,” His voice still echoes, but this time it only comes from him. He turns to you and it takes everything not to jump at the sight of his eyes, your eyes search his face as he takes a thick grey scarf and settles it on your shoulders, wrapping it tightly around your nose and mouth. This Paul has so many scars; across the bridge of his nose, across his neck as if someone had tried to slit his throat. Even his lips, once bright pink and kissable, are chapped, a scar running through them. He notices your stare and his lips thin and his sunburnt cheeks tint darker. Then with the same amount of childishness your Paul has, he yanks the remaining length of the scarf over your eyes. A sound escapes you — maybe a noise of shock, of amusement, or maybe even hysteria. It'd fit after all, you feel like you're going insane.
“Paul–” You yank the cloth away from your eyes to see you're in a different place. Distantly, you still see the sandy dunes from a small window and you still feel the sand below your feet but this place… this place is a Castle. You look at the golden walls and see the house of Atreides symbol ingrained into a massive mural. It's almost like the castle back on Caladan and while that castle was dark and gloomy looking it's a castle of love and laughter, every corner was filled with smiling servants who'd joke with you, good-natured soldiers who'd always take time out of their day to train or talk to you.
This castle, despite how bright and golden it is, is empty of both. There is no laughter, not servants nor soldiers. Just the echo of your feet padding across the floor and the sandy whistle of wind.
A flash of black amongst the gold has you turning. Not-Paul slips into a room but leaves the door open behind him and with nothing better to do, you follow— running after him. “Paul, wait-!”
You think you're going to be sick, the constant changing of scenery, the thickness of the air and fluctuating temperature on your skin leaves you reeling. Your toes curl and you know you shouldn't be surprised at the plushness of your own carpet but you are. You haven't been home in weeks and yet….
Not-Paul sits pretty on your bed. His boots shucked off near a nightstand in a small attempt not to dirty your bed even more. His legs are crossed and in his hands, is a small plum colored book. If your heart could drop any further it would as Not-Paul opens your diary delicately, his fingers gliding through the pages as if it was sacred. This time when you move, you're in control of your actions, in two powerful strides you're across the room and yanking your diary free from his hands. A page rips but you don't care, you don't care even as Not-Paul flinches as if the sound causes physical harm.
“How dare you–”
“You have to tell him.” He says. “I– he will return your feelings. You have to tell him before it's too late.”
“You don't know that. You don't know anything, you're not him, you're not my Paul.”
His face crumbles. “No, I suppose I'm not yours anymore.” He stands and for a second his hands reach out to touch you as if to make sure you're truly standing before him but you step away and he swallows, blinking back tears as he lets his hands fall limply to his sides. “But I do know. I may not know everything, but I know if you tell him you feel… love for him, true romantic love. He'll return it, you'll save him.” Then in a much quieter voice, he adds. “You’ll save me.”
“Save you from what? You keep saying that – that me confessing my feelings for you– Paul is some cure all but it's not. It will ruin our friendship and– and If our friendship is ruined, the ties between our families will become tense and I refuse, Paul. I refuse to be the downfall of it all, I refuse.”
Not-Paul blinks then, looks past you with a frown. You follow his gaze and find yourself back in the dunes in the midst of a battlefield. The Sardaukar, in their white armor, dusted beige by the sand, drop from an airship and creep along the sand towards a door.
Your eyes float back to Not-Paul. “What are you showing me?”
He doesn't answer, instead he lets his eyes fall shut as the door slides open. For a moment, you hear screaming,a pained voice you'd recognize even underwater. Your head snaps to the sound, “Paul–?!”
“Duncan, no! No! I can't lose you too, I can't –!”
Your mouth falls open in shock as another door slams shut in Paul's face, leaving only Duncan standing alone to face the Sardaukar. “No.” You whisper. This was a death wish— even with how strong Duncan is, how talented he is, you know this can only end in one way. Maybe if there was only one, one Sardaukar to combat the strength of Duncan he'd win but several? “No, no, Duncan go back–”
But the man doesn't hear you. He only bares his blades towards the soldiers and smiles a smile that promises death. “Duncan, please-!”
The fight that starts is something of legends. One man against several, with his back to the wall. He cuts down four of them without a sweat, but while he does so, the others jump and land blows that are fatal. Duncan stumbles. He has blades shoved into his most delicate parts and he only stumbles before he's whirling around and killing two more. The last standing Sardaukar charges at him, his blade landing deep in Duncan's gut but he only uses it as an opportunity to take the last soldier with him. The white clad body drops like a bag of coals and only then does Duncan let out a soft gasp of pain before collapsing against the wall.
You feel a brush of Paul's hand as you drop your book and run to Duncan, tears make it damn near impossible to see him but you try your best to blink them away as you cup his face. “Duncan? Duncan, can you hear me?”
“He can't.” Not–Paul says, coming to stand behind you. His voice is a touch empty, as if he had tried the very same thing once.“This is only a playback of what will happen.”
“I did not ask you!” You snap, your voice hysterical. Your hands grip the tan man's face tighter, and you wipe the sweat from his eyes. “I’m here brother, I'm here. Please… please…”
“I already told you that–”
Duncan's hand raises and cups yours with a shaky, fond smile. “Oh, I really must be dead if I'm seeing you…”
A sob escapes you and you throw yourself at him, your arms drag him towards your chest, squeezing him with all your might as his arms slowly wrap around you. You hear him speak, a raspy whisper of comfort; “Do not cry sister,not for me. Save your tears, save your tears.”
Not–Paul stands back aghast, his face a mixture of pain and confusion. “How are you…”
Duncan jerks away from your hold, his eyes falling on Paul. He tries to stand but with the combination of his rattling chest and you pushing him back down, he doesn't get far. “Paul, what are you doing here? I told you… I told you…” His brow furrows softly and his eyelids flutter shut, “I told you to run…”
Duncan dies in your arms. This one is yours, he looks no older than the man you left behind at the Gala. A man you considered a brother, gone in a blink of an eye. You hold on to his body for a few more minutes, simply crying, sobbing as you push the stray strands of hair from his face. “May the stars, guide you brother. May they always shine bright–”
Hesitantly, softly, Not-Paul finishes; “And may they always burn.”
You stand, wiping the tears from your face carefully. Your hands stink of iron and are stained with blood and you're sure if your brother's blood touched your face, it would be your final straw. You would snap and break down, you just want to go home.
Not-Paul hand's take your shoulders and turn you towards him. Your eyes fall shut and brace yourself for the inevitable shift in your surroundings once more but to your shock, he only wipes your tears away with callused fingers. “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, swallowing back the rest of your tears. You have to ask, Duncan's words echoing around your head. “Paul… am I dead? Did I die here?”
He doesn't answer you but his face gives him away, his face falls into the same longing sadness you first saw on the cliffs, when he gave you the scarf and then, when he held your diary like it was something precious. Finally, it's in the way he looks at you now; you are dead. Gone from this Paul's life for however many years now. You understand now, what he means when he said he's no longer yours. A living being can not belong to a rotting corpse.
“For how long?” You ask instead but that question seems to only pain him more.
“Paul–”
“For too long.” He takes a shuddering breath, a tear finally falling as he shakes his head. “I miss you– everyday. There is not a moment that passes, a day that goes by when you are not on my mind but you're gone. My you is gone. Then I go back to your castle, it's abandoned now; your family has scattered all over the universe. They want nothing to do with me no matter who I become, so I go to your castle. I never had the courage to go into your room till today and… and..” A sob rips from him, and he drops to his knees. His head in his hands. “It was a perfect time capsule of you. Of your scent, of your pictures. You always took so many and I know I complained about them before but I thank you for them now, they are all I have left of you.”
“Then– Then I found your book. Your diary. I knew what it looked like from nights spent at your castle, I remembered how you'd turn into a puddle of embarrassment if I so much as glanced at it when you were writing. And– and I thought, why not? I could no longer hear your voice but you left your words behind and that was enough. So I read and read and… You love me.” He looks up, and somehow the book appears in his hands. He holds it up like it means everything and for him, it does. “You loved me purely, truly, and uncaring of my flaws and you have to tell me. You have to save me from becoming this. You have to save the universe.”
“You– no love is that strong. Saving you is one thing, Paul. But the universe? I–”
“I know I ask a lot of you.” He whispers. “I know, I know but if there was ever a person who could do it. It'd be you. Tonight, at the cliffs. I brought you there to tell you I love you but the waves… the waves are so loud, you don't hear me and I laugh it off. Do not let me do that, do not let me lose you before I can truly be with you.”
Someone shouts your name, it's a distant thing and it echoes all around the room. That voice, it feels like home, it sounds like… “Paul…”
Not–Paul looks panicked then, he pushes to his feet. His face still stained with tears. He takes two steps towards you and this time, you don't back away as he tightens the scarf around you. “Save me.” He whispers, “Promise you'll save me.”
“I will, Paul. I will just– How do I die?”
He looks away from you. Seeing something you don't and of course you turn to look as well. His voice is a faint whisper as the sound of waves comes crashing back, you're back at the cliffs. But his words linger, “Do not drink the wine offered to you on your birthday.”
Your name is shouted again, screamed over the sound of waves. Your head snaps away from the view of the ocean and towards the cusp of the forest where Paul stands frantic and wide eyed. He goes to shout your name again but you're already running toward him, crashing into his arms with a sob. Paul hugs you back with all the same ferocity you give him, not caring that you muddy him or his suit. “You disappeared.” He gasps, pulling back just a few inches to hold your face. “All of the sudden you were talking then you weren't, you were gone and I couldn't track you, I couldn't–”
You silence him with the press of your lips against his. Paul's eyes somehow go wider and it only takes a second for him to hold you tighter and kiss you back. You receive a groan when you're the first to pull away. “I love you.”
“I–” He blinks rapidly, licking his lips. His eyes are still on your lips but they snap up as they process your words. “You what?”
“I love you.” You try to pull on the memory of Not-Paul but they seem hazy, distant. “I– I love you purely, truly and uncaring of your flaws and if you will have me–” Paul cuts you off with another kiss, backing you against a tree. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan at the feeling before shaking yourself free of him. You're tired, muddied and there is sand in places there shouldn't be sand. “Take me home, Paul.”
He doesn't ask you which, he doesn't need to. He's beaming as he grabs your hand, though it's a grin that slightly falters as he gazes at you. His other hand comes up and lightly touches at the fabric around your neck. Your stomach drops, how did you not notice?
“Were you always wearing this scarf?”
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... The Chills Came From You 💙
I think they may be exploring, the "each other kind" 👀 I love them and their growing love for each other 🥰
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2 Months Ago
📍 Chisaka's, Mt. Komorebi
[AKIO] Yeah, so this restaurant is run by my older half-brother. This is essentially his inheritance from his grandfather on mother's side, so technically this is a family thing, just not my family, I guess?
[AKIO] *deep sigh* Fuck, family is complicated, huh? I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but some of the dynamics I would. A part of the tension going on with my family is my dad threatening to cut Isao off for taking over this restaurant. I don’t know if it’s one of his messed up ways of dealing with the grief of that failed marriage, but it’s really torn things apart.
[ELIZABETH] Oh, that must be so hard for your brother. I can tell he's just trying to honour his family's legacy in a meaningful way. After my mom died, one of my aunts felt like she was owed something because my mom was the "prettier" sister and she"suffered" because of her. It's really messed up how legitimate feelings of grief can be dealt with in such unhealthy ways. It makes me nervous for Kath's wedding.
[AKIO] I can imagine! That's really fucked up with your aunt though, I hope your sister is able to have her dream wedding.Now that I think about it, it’s the entitlement that gets in the way. Like you said, its not healing wounds in a healthy way. Anyway, I want to know more about your mom and your family. If you're comfortable sharing.
Family matters, and you matter to me.
[ELIZABETH] My mom was amazing! Totally warm, welcoming and made you feel like you mattered. She knew how to stand her ground and be bold, yet she was also shy. She passed away from heart failure when the twins were 17, Caroline was 15 and I was 13, she was so young. You know how it feels to be punched in the gut and have the wind taken out of you? I felt like that every day for almost a year. Being more on the quiet side, I for sure slipped through the cracks. My dad did his best, but it's hard to come to the realization that your parents aren't perfect.
[ELIZABETH] I think that’s why I went to school so far away. I wanted to get away from the place and the dynamics, not my dad or my siblings. To be completely honest with you, Akio, and I’ve only said this to Lily. I finally felt like I grieved my mom fully when Owen took my sorry ass out of Del Sol Valley. I had a good cry in his car and I got everything off my chest.
[ELIZABETH] It was really special because Owen and I don't always get a long, but during that road trip to Windenburg, we really bonded and opened up to each other. Family dynamics are rough, but when I learned to see my older siblings as people beyond just being my siblings, I love them more! I don't feel like I've been punched in the chest when I think about mom. She'll always be a part of me.And, I can carry that into other areas of my life, especially in my relationships. I still can't believe it's been almost 10 years.
[AKIO] Thank you for allowing me to know something so deep and special.
I learn so much about everything from you, Liz. Maybe I need to see my family as people beyond just as my family.
Maybe it would take out some of the emotion? You and your beautiful mind have given me something to chew on.
[ELIZABETH] We're all works in progress, Akio. We tend to figure things out as we go along.
[AKIO] Well, I'm lucky to have you in my life as I figure shit out. *winks*
[ELIZABETH] Wait, were you hitting on me? *winks* I'm grateful for you, babe. I've never felt safer with someone, I'm grateful for your emotional intelligence, and it's pretty sexy if I'm honest.
[AKIO] *blushes* Well, babe I'm so absolutely serious about, us. I've never felt cared for by anyone like you.
I see how passionate you are and how you care for others. I want you to know that I only do serious and committed, and I want that with you.
[ELIZABETH] *sighs deeply, relieved* I only want something serious with you, Akio.
[AKIO] Good, glad to hear that, beautiful. I adore you, so much and I can't wait to explore what life has to offer with you by my side. 
[ELIZABETH] *to herself* Ohhh, hmmm!
[ELIZABETH] *lowers voice* Explore, you say? I've been thinking about 'exploring' too…
[ELIZABETH] *gently caresses Akio's ankle with her foot - a little flirty game of footsie*
[ELIZABETH] I wonder if we're thinking about the same type of exploring, hmm? The each other kind?
[AKIO] *gulps, eyes widen *
[AKIO] *lowers voice* Well, Elizabeth Grace, I initially wasn't thinking of it that way, but I'd be pleased to facilitate that. Juri is sleeping over at Eiko's tonight... So we can get that exploring' figured out.
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matan4il · 1 year
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I saw this on a poll awhile back, and can’t stop thinking about how much it resonates: Eddie ground Buck; Buck helps Eddie let go. Not sure if you’ve already answered something like this, but would love to hear your thoughts which I’m sure are more coherent than mine 😆 ❤️
Hi lovely Nonnie! Thank you for this ask. You have a lot of faith in me, I'm not entirely sure it's justified, but I'll do my best. XD
So my initial thought is YES! Absolutely. Eddie grounds Buck, together with Chris, he gives Buck the sturdy foundation of having a family to belong to, a place where he's loved and wanted and accepted unconditionally. Eddie fights back against Buck's self-doubts that make him run through hypothetical scenarios like the idea that maybe it would have been better if he were the one shot, bringing him back down to earth and the safety of knowing that Buck matters and is not expendable.
And Buck helps Eddie let go, gets through the walls that this ex-soldier has spent years building, he shows Eddie that he's safe and he can be weak and cry and admit to what he sees as his failures and vocalize his doubts and fears, and he can do all those things because Buck is the one person who sees and has always seen and felt just how amazing Eddie is. That's why he was initially jealous, because Eddie is THAT fantastic. So Buck is the one person who Eddie can let go with, and not feel like a lesser man for it. Buck will continue to adore him and be there for him, and show him that when he lets go, the world doesn't collapse. On the contrary, that's when Buck can better help him, and things can actually get better.
But here's the thing: Buck and Eddie are SO MANY THINGS to each other, they do SO MUCH in SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS for each other, there's a whole bunch of definitions you could give them, that would all hold true! Eddie grounds Buck, and Buck helps Eddie let go. Eddie, the action man, uses his words to heal Buck, and Buck, the guy who spills his guts constantly, turns to deeds to help Eddie. Eddie makes Buck, the guy brought into the world as spare parts, feel he's not expendable, and Buck lets Eddie, the boy who always had to toughen up and carry the burden for and because of his dad and later his wife, know from the start that he's not alone with the challenges of raising his son. And AT THE SAME TIME, they have each other's backs, they save each other and are each other's safe place, where they can rest, where they can heal, where they can be honest, where they don't have to pretend. They fit and complete each other. They're just... it. No wonder we're all mental because of them. ;)
Thank you again, have a great day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox
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stuffymcstuffsworld · 7 months
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I'll always be with you
*A dedication to my father who will indeed always be with me*
Being a father was something new.... well, being a father to a teenager was something way out of left field for you. Not that you minded. Iruma was a good kid. Yes, he got into trouble, and yes, you swore you were gonna die of a heart attack.
But hey, he was yours, and you wouldn't change it for the world. So you guided him. Taught him what you could. You wanted him to stand up with pride and face the world.
It was only natural that you would notice something was off after the harvest festival was completed. Iruma was clingy more than usual. You didn't mention it while in a crowded place. The last thing you wanted was to force your child to say what was wrong. But as soon as you got home you wanted to know what was worrying him so much.
"Hey buddy, I know something is wrong. I'm here if you want to share." You had not expected to be jumped by a crying teenager, but thank Devi you were able to catch him before you both knocked over anything. You could only make out a few words as your son cried on your chest like alone and abandoned.
You panicked, thinking being lost for over 13 hours had triggered something in Irumas past when he mentioned biological parents wanting him back. You tightened your grip and held him closer. Listening to his fears as you stroked his back, trying to find words.
Your heart about broke when he said how even you had left him. Grasping his chin and guiding his tear stained face, you looked him in the eyes. "Hey, that's not gonna happen. You're my kid. And I am never gonna just walk out on you." You started wiping his tears and rested your head against his.
"Who am I, Iruma?" You asked patiently. "Dad, you're my Dad." You smiled happily. "That's right, and that means you're stuck with me for life." Quickly, you stood up, fully carrying your boy in your arms and up the stairs. "Even when I'm old and grey, even when I can't carry you like this anymore, I will always be your dad."
Irumas tears had thankfully stopped as you made it to his room. You were never good with words, but you knew that actions were also needed in this case. Iruma had delt with so many lies in the past that he couldn't just trust mere words alone.
So in the dark recesses of your mind, you remembered a song, a song from back when you lived on earth that you had almost forgotten up until now. Setting him down on his bed, you knelt in front of him.
☆Come stop your crying it will be alright. Just take my hand hold it tight.☆ gently you held his hands, watching him squeeze you your fingers.
☆I will protect you from all around you. I will be here, don't you cry~☆ You looked him in the eyes, trying to convey the meaning behind your actions.
☆For on so small you seem so strong. My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can't be broken. I will be here, don't you cry.☆
Irumas' small hands gripped yours tighter as you continued. Like you were a lifeline. You squeezed back to show that you were there. Guiding his hand over your heart, you let him feel your heartbeat as you continued.
☆Cause you'll be in my heart, yes, you'll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more. You'll be in my heart. No matter what they say. You'll be here in my heart always~☆
Iruma started to relax and reach out for you, which you quickly responded by holding him again. Rubbing his back as he hid his face in your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you continued.
☆Why can't they understand the way we feel? They just don't trust what they can't explain. I know we're different, but deep inside us, we're not that different at all~☆
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a curious Sullivan and Opera watching you through the doorway you motioned for them to come in as you shifted both you and irumainto a more comfortable position as the two demons sat on either side of you.
☆Don't listen to them, cause what do they know. We need each other, to have to hold. They'll see in time, I know.☆
Having the whole family in the same room was relaxing. It was almost touching how warm you felt in this moment. You could only try and place that warmth into your words.
☆When destiny calls you, you must be strong. I may not be with you, but you've got to hold on. They'll see in time. I know~ we'll show them together. Cause you'll be in my heart. No matter what they say, you'll be in my heart, always☆
Both you and Iruma clung to each other as you drifted off to sleep. It has been a long week for both of you. Not realizing when you both had been lifted into irumas bed nor when you were tucked under the covers as you just succumbed to sleep.
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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Legally Blond : the Musical a set of starter prompts, all from the musical's libretto !
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❝ i’m, like, gonna cry — i’ve got tears coming out of my nose ! ❞ ❝ are you psyched, or what ? ❞ ❝ oh my god ! oh my god, you guys ! ❞ ❝ no one should be left alone to dress and to accessorize. ❞ ❝ i’m not about to wear last year’s dress at this year’s price. ❞ ❝ i may be in love, but i’m not stupid. i’ve got eyes. ❞ ❝ see ? dreams really do come true. you never have to compromise. ❞ ❝ we both know why we’re here; i see it in your eyes. ❞ ❝ i guess it calms my fear to know it’s not a surprise. ❞ ❝ i’ve got some dreams to make true ! ❞ ❝ you want the moon and sky ? then take it, don’t be shy ! ❞ ❝ you’re breaking up with me ? i thought you were proposing ! ❞ ❝ i have a completely brilliant plan. ❞ ❝ what you want is right in front of you ! ❞ ❝ you can’t just barge in here with singing and dancing ! ❞ ❝ what are you doing here ? ❞ ❝ all that pink you’re wearing. is that even legal ? ❞ ❝ we girls have to stick together. we shouldn’t try to look good by making each other look bad. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i just hallucinated. what did you say ? ❞ ❝ honey, this is a tragedy, and every tragedy needs a greek chorus. ❞ ❝ keep it positive ! as you slap them to the floor ! ❞ ❝ you can take them in a fight ! ❞ ❝ they might stab me in the gut with the stick that's up their butt. ❞ ❝ all this trashy carrying - on ? that's the reason that they're gone ! ❞ ❝ you're with me, so you're in good hands. i'm sorta like Allstate, but for hair. ❞ ❝ my grandfather should have just shut it. every story he told me steered me wrong. ❞ ❝ it's days like this that i miss my dog the most ... he's my angel ... see ? this is our annual glamour shot. we're little sailors. ❞ ❝ tell me something i don't know. ❞ ❝ [ name ] , i'm completely cognizant of both those facts. ❞ ❝ woah, [ name ] ... what's up, doc ? ❞ ❝ i put my faith in love. i followed where it led ... to my personal circle of hell. ❞ ❝ man, what rich romantic planet are you from ? ❞ ❝ forgive me for not weeping at your tale. ❞ ❝ excuse me, just because you've got some kind of chip on your shoulder ... ❞ ❝ there's a chip on my shoulder, and it's big as a boulder. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry, but that sounds highly negative. ❞ ❝ i haven't slept since 1998. ❞ ❝ seriously, how do you do it ? ❞ ❝ what you need is to get to work. ❞ ❝ make yourself at home ! ❞ ❝ what, are you angry ? good, so get angry ! ❞ ❝ if you're going to mediocre, you've done great. ❞ ❝ look, they laughed at me like they're laughing at you. we can't win if we don't follow through. ❞ ❝ why do you always have to be right ? ❞ ❝ let's not chase them away, let's face them and say, 'hey, punk, let's dance' ! ❞ ❝ anyone who bakes their dog a birthday cake deserves nothing less. ❞ ❝ this is the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me, bar none ... ❞ ❝ i have turned my entire world upside down trying not to let you go. ❞ ❝ watching you walk away is like a fatal blow. ❞ ❝ i am so much better than before. ❞
❝ aw, why'd you pause it ? ❞ ❝ it's more than just a workout, it's a defensive weapon, too. ❞ ❝ what does not kill us makes us hotter ! ❞ ❝ put me on the stand and i'll be forced to lie. ❞ ❝ my fans are counting on me, i can't let them down ! ❞ ❝ you gotta take care of me, [ name ] ! you swore ! ❞ ❝ my word means something, and i know yours does, too. ❞ ❝ no one's called me a butthead since third grade. ❞ ❝ didn't your mother ever teach you about not judging a book by its cover ? ❞ ❝ you trust me, don't you ? ❞ ❝ why can't we leave things the way that they were ? ❞ ❝ guys who wear that get beat up on my street. ❞ ❝ don't worry, this is my treat. ❞ ❝ that's the best part. the outside is new, but now it reflects what's already in you — couldn't change that if i wanted to. ❞ ❝ here's your chance to make it, so take it like a man ! ❞ ❝ when your Bend and Snap has that much snap, it's been known to alter all laws of physics and logic. ❞ ❝ it also has real world applications: the Bend and Snap is 99.99% effective on straight men. ❞ ❝ no, wait ! before you walk away ! ❞ ❝ that is the elephant in the room. ❞ ❝ that's the eternal paradox. is he gay ... or european ? ❞ ❝ back to the sun, back to the shore, back to what i was before ... ❞ ❝ thanks for your help and for all you've done. ❞ ❝ maybe someday you can visit me. ❞ ❝ why ? where are you going ? ❞ ❝ is it too late ? ... can i just say, how much i want you to stay ? ❞ ❝ i need you to stay. ❞ ❝ you're not making any sense right now. honey, what happened ? ❞ ❝ i said i'm not wearing that again. i'm wearing this ! ❞ ❝ thanks, greek chorus, but i don't need voices in my head today. ❞ ❝ did you think i was actually gonna let you just get away ? ❞ ❝ i thought losing your love was a blow i could never withstand, but look how far i have come. ❞ ❝ without anyone holding my hand, i had to find my way. ❞ ❝ the day you broke my heart, you handed me a chance to make a brand new start. ❞ ❝ granted, not a complete surprise ! ❞
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jxncywarrior · 8 months
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Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums
Part Four: Red (Taylor’s Version)
*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*
State Of Grace: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)
“So you were never a saint and I've loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain. Mosaic broken hearts but this love is brave and wild”
Red: Mileven (El’s POV)
“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”
Treacherous: Jopper (Hopper’s POV)
“Two headlights shine through the sleepless night and I will get you, and get you alone”
I Knew You Were Trouble: Stancy (Steve’s POV)
“No apologies. He'll never see you cry. Pretends he doesn't know that he's the reason why you're drowning”
22: Elmax (s3)
“Yeah, we're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way. It's miserable and magical”
I Almost Do: Stancy (Steve’s POV)
“I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you”
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Mileven (El’s POV)
“I remember when we broke up the first time saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like we hadn't seen each other in a month when you said you needed space”
Stay Stay Stay: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)
“Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers who took all of their problem out on me but you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing and I love you”
The Last Time: Byler (Will’s POV)
“This is the last time I'm asking you this. Put my name at the top of your list. This is the last time I'm asking you why. You break my heart in the blink of an eye”
Holy Ground: Elmax (Max’s POV)
“Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress. We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you' and for the first time I had something to lose”
Sad Beautiful Tragic: Byler (Will’s POV)
“Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks, kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up. For the life of us we can't get back”
The Lucky One: Steve
“You had it figured out since you were in school. Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool”
Everything Has Changed: Byler (Mike’s POV)
“All I've seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like”
Starlight: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)
“He said, "Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way"”
Begin Again: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)
“But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause he never did”
The Moment I Knew: Mileven (El’s POV)
“You should've been there. Should've burst through the door with that "Baby, I'm right here" smile and it would've felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned and I would've been so happy”
Come Back…Be Here: Byler (Mike’s POV)
“And this is when the feeling sinks in. I don't wanna miss you like this”
Ronan: Hopper
“I remember the drive home when the blind hope turned to crying and screaming, "Why?" Flowers pile up in the worst way, no one knows what to say”
Nothing New: Nancy
“They tell you while you're young "Girls, go out and have your fun" Then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it”
Better Man: Will and Jonathan to Lonnie
“And I see the permanent damage you did to me”
Babe: Stancy (Steve’s POV)
“Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made”
Message In A Bottle: Byler (Mike’s POV)
“I know that you like me and it's kinda frightenin'. Standing here waitin', waitin' and I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes. Tongue tied”
I Bet You Think About Me: Stancy (Nancy’s POV)
“But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for and you and I fell like an early spring snow”
Forever Winter: Nancy to Mike
“He says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days. He says, "Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?". He spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be”
Run: Byler (Mike’s POV)
“So you laugh like a child and I'll sing like no one cares. No one to be, no one to tell”
The Very First Night: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)
“My friends all say they know everything I'm going through. I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you”
All Too Well (10mv): Mileven (El’s POV)
“And maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up”
Eyes Open: Mike
“The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children playing soldiers just pretending. Dreaming dreams with happy endings”
Safe And Sound: Jonathan to Will
“Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone”
Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore
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delugguk · 2 years
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Yoongi or jimin or namjoon… “hold on tight this might sting a little”
And its not on the list but i imagine one of them fixing/bandaging the other’s wound 😗
requests from this post
pair: namjoon x reader
what happens here?: silly, little dramatic y/n.. but they both compliment each other <3
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just why, why, why you had to fell down the stairs like that? was it worth it for wanting to impress your boyfriend in high heels? namjoon has always said how you didn't had to impress him because your brain and your heart were already enough for him and while you sometimes worried about looking pretty too, he always put emphasis into how much he also adored your natural look.
while you did it for yourself, you also wanted, sometimes, to impress him with your charms... but of all days, on a night like this where you wanted to look your best after a long time.. this happens. and of course it happens.
"you aren't boring. baby, how many times do I have to tell you this?" he sighs as he looks up at you. worried eyes because of the situation in front of him, his knees stay on the floor as he tries to help you with your brand new wound.
you can't help but keep telling him about your fear of becoming boring to him as an excuse to explain the embarrassment you just went through. - despite you worrying about looking pretty, namjoon always reminded you about how your authenticity and natural vibes always intrigued him and how that complimented into being a huge part of why he's dating you and likes you so much. your real self always speaking more than any other person he has ever met out there during his life, but your mind could be so stubborn sometimes..
you seemed to not get that info straight up into your brain.
even when you know all of those things about you, you know you're great, you know you're smart, you know you're pretty, funny and even hot sometimes but still.. why you had to think like that?
going back into the conversation, you sound very upset when you say, "I just fell down, you must consider me a clown by now." with a slight pout on your lips. namjoon takes such comment as ridiculous that even he starts chuckling.
"babe, if you're a clown then what am I? I think I'm more scared than you by trying not to mess this up." he says as he wraps a piece of wet gauze in between his fingers, rolls of it just falling down at his sides.
you softly laugh when you see him struggle. "you do look funny though.." but he only side eyes you in low-key scared frustration.
"here," but his tone remains rather soft when he pats his leg so you could put your ankle on top of it. "okay baby.." he sighs, "hold on tight, this might sting a little."
and the moment he presses the gauze against your skin, you're already yelling,
"a little?!" you yelp when you close your eyes very harshly. "It fucking hurts!" almost crying about it.
namjoon's face isn't any better though, he too, looks like he's in pain but he's only doing his best and you know it.
"just a little more baby, we're almost there." he reassures you when he's already wrapping your ankle around it, trying to keep calm despite his heart beating so fast.
"I believe you." you respond, even when still feeling a slight pain.
"there," he gently places your ankle back on the floor. "everything's alright?" eyes shifting between both of your eyes looking for an answer.
"yeah, I feel.. fine." and you give him a faintly pained smile that makes him chuckle.
"well.. see? It wasn't so bad after all." he brightly says, feeling calmer now when he shows you his pretty pearls. dimples only saying hi to you.
when you try to surpress your smile, it's too late when he already catch you doing it the moment he takes a step closer to you as you respond, "yeah.." with a very low and shy voice.
"let me carry you to your room, okay?"
you don't think twice when your legs are carefully wrapping around his waist and when he places you back on your bed he asks,
"now.. do you want some ice cream? we can go out any other day, wait till you get better."
"what if it takes too long?" you ask, "what if I never walk again?"
then that's when namjoon burst into a big laugh. "babe, I don't think this would go that far..." patting your head, "let me buy you ice scream, okay? let me take care of you. even though I might be messy-"
"no," you interrupt him. "you're more than fine." smiling to him, "we can watch movies and eat pizza once you come back?"
and all namjoon does is answer "absolutely." staying silence for a few seconds as he shows you once again his pretty deep dimples while his eyes glistens and he kisses both of your cheeks when he's already leaving the room and all you can think is oh.. how you love him so much.
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kiwimelonsugrr · 2 years
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daddy’s girl (dark sebastian stan)
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WARNINGS dark!alpha!sebastian, bucky x reader, sebastian stan x reader, oral sex (female recieving), dominant/submissive, unprotected sex, hints at breeding, drug use, alcohol use, alcoholism, lots of smut
this is my fic from wattpad that i’ll start posting on here!!
1.
Hiding.
That's what they called it. They said I'm in danger, but when am I not in danger? This is the second time in two years I've gone into hiding. At some point you have to wonder if they are doing this for you or them.
I rip my clothes from the hangers in my closet. The once pressed dresses and shirts are now getting crumpled as I stuff them into my suitcase. I don't even know where I'm going. All I know is I'm leaving. Tonight.
Happy fucking birthday, Milana.
What fresh twenty-one year old wants to be running, basically being kidnapped on her birthday? I'll answer that. NO ONE.
My stupid fucking parents decided their precious daughter should be taken by some raggedy fuck boy who's covered in tattoos. And has a nose ring. It looks so stupid. I don't know who told him to do that to his face, or his body, but they should've stopped it.
Knocks on my large wooden door interrupt my thoughts as I'm shoving as much as I can into my suitcase. Whoever it is can wait a damn minute. If my life is getting ripped out of my grasp then I can decide who can come into my room and who can't.
"Milana," my mom's voice begs. I stop for just a split second before I remember who stood there next to my father and watched me scream and cry.
"Go away!" I yell out. I listen for her high heels clicking on the floor, but it never comes.
I sit on top of my overflowing suitcase, yanking the zipper as hard as possible. It takes several tries but finally it closes. I slip on a pair of tennis shoes, happy that at least if I can't be with my family I can wear whatever I want. Like my favorite all white Nike Air Force Ones. My mom says they're not proper enough, but you know what isn't proper, kicking your daughter to the curb on her birthday.
I grab my book off my nightstand, carefully placing it into my tote bag. I check to make sure all of my essentials like my wallet, phone, and sunglasses are already in the bag before swinging it over my shoulder. I yank open my bedroom door, my suitcase in one hand and the door knob in the other. My mother is standing there. Her eyes are flooded with tears but none have fallen.
She could at least cry for me.
"Don't," I brush past her, well more like shove past her, and drag my suitcase down the hallway behind me.
Heels click on the floor signaling my mother is hot on my heels. I know how this goes. It's how it always goes. Dad tells me I'm in danger. Dad says "baby girl for your safety you're going on a trip." Dad brings in a bodyguard. Dad tells me to go pack my things. Mother, she stands there silently right next to him, watching.
"Milana, please. Just let me talk to you, darling." My feet abruptly stop and my mom almost slams into my back before taking a few steps away as I turn to face her. "You must know we're doing this because we never want to harm you or put you in danger's way."
I bitterly laugh, rolling my eyes. "Maybe you should think more about your daughter's emotions and feelings and what she wants rather than what you want."
I turn back around and continue my trek down the long hallway. I stop at the top of the stairs, looking down over the foyer. My father's loud voice carries through the open room, springing off the chandelier and straight into my ears. I turn to the right, going down the stairs, my suitcase thumping against each step.
Fuck this house. I don't even care.
My father tries to pull me into a hug, but I take a step back from him, turning to the new man in my life. A deranged looking man, who probably weighs less than me. How the fuck is he my bodyguard again?
"Let's go Sebastian," I grumble under my breath.
He shakes my father's hand and turns to follow me outside. A beat up car is sitting in the driveway. The least they could do is give us something comfortable. Sebastian takes my suitcase from me, tossing it into the trunk before closing it harshly. I slide into the passenger seat, placing the sunglasses over my eyes as he gets in.
My parents are trying to talk to me and I respectfully flip them off as Sebastian gets in. The engine revs to life, but he rolls the window down to tell my father he will have my best interest at heart and protect me at all costs. Bunch of fucking bullshit.
Sebastian starts pulling down the long driveway as I look out onto the property. We pass by the garden and tears finally start pricking my eyes again. I'll miss my personal escape. I quickly suck the tears back in as we exit the gate and begin our journey.
I reach over to turn the radio on and smile when my favorite artist, Harry Styles, begins playing. I hum along to the song, tapping my fingers along to the beat.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Sebastian angrily interrupts in the middle of the song.
"Hey! That's my favorite song."
"Let's get one thing straight. We are both in hell here. You listen to me, no more nice girl.I'm not doing this for you I'm doing it for your father, so you'll sit there and behave like the little princess you are." He shoots me a glare before flicking through the stations on the radio, landing on what sounds like a death metal song.
He nods his head, mouthing the words. If that's what you could even call them. It feels like hours in the car. We sit in silence besides the hum of the radio. He doesn't speak to me and I sure as hell don't want to talk to him. I don't want to be here if he couldn't tell and frankly I don't think he gives two shits about what happens to me. I don't know why my father thought this would be a good idea.
We abruptly pull into a deserted gas station. A light flickers in the window, bright red letters saying open. I'm glad we stopped because I've had to pee for the past three hours and I'm starving, but he really could've stopped somewhere that doesn't look like it's crawling with diseases.
"Come on. Go get something to eat and drink. I'll meet you in there," he slams the door before I can respond and begins pumping the car full of gas.
"Can't we stop at a diner at least or something? Whatever they have is probably filled with herpes," I cringe at the thought and watch him dramatically roll his eyes at me.
"Go, Milana." He turns away from me, not giving me a chance to argue further.
I angrily turn around, stomping my way into the store. A dirty, old gentleman greets me from behind the register and I give him a small smile before turning down an aisle. I stroll through the aisles looking for anything suitable to eat. There's no way I'm getting some food that man made. He looks filthy. I grab a bag of Doritos and walk over to the water, grabbing an extra for Sebastian. I can at least try to be civil if I'm going to be stuck with him for who knows how long.
A presence behind me almost makes me pee myself when I turn around. I look up to see Sebastian standing over me. He grabs the bag of chips and water from my hands, his face giving me what looks like a disgusted look, but I can't take my eyes off the damn nose ring.
"Fucking disgusting," he grabs a bag of sour candies and I follow him up to the register. He lays it all on the counter and points to the cigarettes behind the register as I throw a candy bar on the counter. He looks at it before looking over his shoulder at me. "The fuck is that?"
"It's my birthday, at least let me have some candy. Damn," I turn away, looking outside the windows.
The sun has completely disappeared since we left my family's home. You can see the stars shining bright out here unlike in the city. Hopefully we're going somewhere where I can see them all the time. They're the one thing I miss.
He shoves the food in my hands after he pays and leads me outside. I climb back in the car, looking at my dinner for the night. A bag of Doritos and chocolate.
Happy fucking birthday, Milana.
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queen-scribbles · 3 months
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 #I'm gonna CRY #the GENTLENESS #the YEARNING #there's so MUCH they're not saying and like they KNOW but #and now I'm wondering when exactly Adam started carrying a first aid kit #did anyone notice? did he try to brush it off as practical? (of course he did) #I'm fine I'm fine I'm Normal about all of this #gonna keep feeling things about this au until the end of time bye (captainofthefallen)
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHI'm fine this is fine I'm so normal about themthe callback to 'what if we don't break?' and everything they aren't saying and adam carrying a first aid kit when his team is 4/5 vampiresthey CARE SO MUCH and they know it but it's not enough (yet) but also they can't help but be drawn to each other 😭😭this is so gentle and sad and sweet and I'm dying 💀(also I love seeing the differences between mallory and aj and kira in regards to their post-book 3 relationship with adam)(haledamage)
(Glad to see I am not alone in the insanity this AU drives me to🙃💀)
Listen. LISTEN. The inherent, eternal optimism of "what if we don't break?" is so perfectly AJ it makes me scream internally and die a thousand deaths. The "What if it's great instead of awful?", what if it's worth it, what if this Worst you're always planning for never comes and we WASTE THIS?! Especially in response to Adam's "I am not strong enough to be broken again" when his Thing on the team is leadership and STRENGTH. This is what he fears will be Too Much, he's not Strong Enough for if this ends badly. (Also ALSO ALSO that he says "I am not strong enough and AJ says "what if WE don't break" bc he's thinking in terms of toughing it out on his own and she's saying No Actually, We're In This TOGETHER. We Are A Team, du Mortain. Yeah. Can you tell that exchange wrecked me almost as much as the Mason Shower Scene? :) ) It's gonna be v hard to do post book 3 stuff for them that doesn't invoke a callback to that bc it's just. YEAH.
There's definitely a gentleness to AJ/Adam(esp on his end) that's lacking in Mallory/Adam for obvious reasons but ALSO bc with AJ he's so blown away by her genuine care and sweetness and knows how rare that is bc 900 years of interacting with people has TAUGHT HIM how rare it is and he wants to protect that, keep it safe from everything even him and AUUUGGHHHHH And AJ is so sad for him that whatever happened, whatever he lost, hurt him so deeply that he's this scared of it happening again, with her. They both know there's Something There. They both WANT to do something about it, but Adam is too afraid of losing her, of being broken, and AJ doesn't want to press forward until they're doing it together(She Will Convince Him. She is water wearing away rock and just as patient)
Does it make it better or worse wrt the first aid kit that I kinda h/c he starts carrying that regardless of if he's romanced/bff or not bc he's Adam "preparedness is a virtue" du Mortain, and it's just how it's utilized that changes based on his relationship with MC? Like, if you're not bffs/romancing he'd just hand it over and asks if you want help(at which point your LI or bff could step in, if present) + there's a lecture on Being Careful if he does help you. BFF gets lecture + Snark about you being careful bc you aren't invincible(that would be fun with Kasey :P) and romanced gets some variation of like AJ.
(also I love seeing the differences between mallory and aj and kira in regards to their post-book 3 relationship with adam)
Do you want me to ramble about AJ/Adam vs Mallory/Adam and how they're gonna play out post-bk3, Rhi? bc that's how you get to ramble about AJ/Adam vs Mallory/Adam and how they're gonna play out post-bk3
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cryptidafter · 10 days
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the fmv reminded me of what an amazing actor chen kun is. he throws himself into his scenes with his whole chest. do u have a fav moment in the show thats stuck in your mind because of his acting performance? maybe even a list? // seperately: it feels redundant to ask the same just with ni ni because (gestures at the entire show) but which scenes did u find yourself speechless at that u maybe even replayed because ni ni is stunning and great in them and she moved you deeply? // also fav headmaster scenes and are they the ones with his wife? if the answer is no, why not!
Siren you're too good at getting me to talk a lot! lol (also sorry not sorry to the person that unfollowed me probably because I'm talking too much pft).
Chen Kun really is such a fantastic actor! Some of my favorite scenes are:
The battle at Minhai! We finally get to see Ning Yi at his most desperate and violent. It's the first time we actually see him in combat and without any of his masks. All of his plans have sort of fallen apart and so he's acting on instinct. Chen Kun has this uncanny ability to go from calm to terrifying with such subtle expressions! So good.
Reuniting with his mother (and the subsequent scenes after he renounces his title and tries futilely to live as a commoner). There's something so painful seeing Ning Yi almost childlike, trying to recapture a time that's long gone. It's such a tonal shift from the Ning Yi I described above and, once again, Chen Kun pulls it off so well.
Any scene where Ning Yi interacts with Ning Cheng or Shaoning. Something about the way he treats them both being on total opposite sides of the spectrum even though Shaoning is his sister and Ning Cheng is his servant really does something to me lol.
My favorite Feng Zhiwei and Xin Ziyan moments under the cut:
Ni Ni is also fantastic and truly embodies Feng Zhiwei. Seeing how much time she put in to learning the character in the behind the scenes footage makes her performance even more impactful to me. I was captivated by her acting from her introduction but the scenes that rattle around in my head the most often are:
The deaths of her mother and brother. I cry every time I watch that scene. It's gut-wrenching because the pain Feng Zhiwei feels is so visceral. Ni Ni just absolutely crushes it. (sidenote but I'm always happy when actors can ugly cry. Just feels more realistic to me).
The scene where she first runs into Gu Nanyi and tries to get him to leave her alone. It's such a fun interaction and given that Gu Nanyi is a very stoic character, Feng Zhiwei's exasperation carries the moment (not that Gu Nanyi isn't great in his own respect; Feng Zhiwei's personality just really shines through here).
Every scene with Zhiwei and Hua Quiong. I maintain my belief that they should've kissed at least once. They really act well off each other.
Xin Ziyan! Headmaster Xin! He's amazing! Okay, so, while I do enjoy every scene he has with his wife, the scenes that I love the most are:
When he has that serious talk with Zhiwei on the balcony and we're given our first real look at who Xin Ziyan is at his core. He will do anything for the greater good of the kingdom. His loyalty is not to a single person but to the empire. He has no qualms about telling Zhiwei he'd kill her in a heartbeat, despite Ning Yi's feelings for her, if it meant Ning Yi being able to take the throne. He says it all so nonchalantly which makes the entire scene so nerve-wracking. I can only imagine how FZW felt in that moment.
The scene with Ning Yi towards the end, where Ziyan is desperately trying to get Ning Yi to wake up, and Ning Yi is simply refusing to acknowledge him. Knowing that Ziyan's sister in law(?) has been killed, his wife had a miscarriage, and he's there at Ning Yi's house - not begging, not pleading or crying - trying to reach him as his teacher and getting nowhere. Really hammers home how, despite how close they seem, Ning Yi and Ziyan have this disconnect between them. They both choose to hide their most vulnerable pieces from each other and that causes a rift in their relationship that will likely never be mended.
Every scene with him talking to the Emperor. It's like a smaller scale version of the cat and mouse game everyone's playing but it makes me anxious every time lol.
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