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callsigndragon · 2 years

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 26: Sweet Angel ✍️

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: pergnancy stuff is over bc the BABIES ARE BORN, sad stuff, lots of tears, Mav and Goose have a fight, and... something we've been all waiting for!

A/N: THE BABIES ARE HERE AAAAAAAAA

Watching Rooster running around the room like a headless chicken would have been funnier if you weren't in so much pain. C-section was scheduled for tomorrow, but apparently, the Bradshaw-Mitchell twins couldn't wait a minute longer.

Carole and JJ Bradshaw-Mitchell are born after an emergency C-section in which Bradley grabbed your hand at every turn. They have their father's eyes, and Bradley cries when you mention it. While the babies rest on your chest, he kisses your forehead, thanking you over and over again for 'making him the happiest man on Earth'.

That makes you cry. You can't understand completely what it means to have a father as a kid because you never had one. The twins won't have to go through that. They'll be surrounded by love and family.

Once you're in your room, watching Bradley be completely enamored with his baby girl while JJ sleeps in your arms, you hear a soft knock on the door. There, with a big bouquet of sunflowers, is Jake. Maverick is right behind, fighting with Goose to see who gets to hold the babies first. You shake your head, chuckling at the two grownups that look like kids.

"Oh, dear, they're here. They're truly here!" Jake mutters softly, his eyes darting from one twin to another. He snorts once he sees the pink bundle in Bradley's arms. "Man, you can't have favorites already."

"I don't have a favorite, JJ is a mommy's boy, and I can't even hold him. He starts crying." Rooster pouts, looking at his baby boy.

"I would cry too if I had to look at that face." Goose says as he stands next to your bed, caressing JJ's cheek with his finger. "Congrats, little Mav."

You smile at the nickname, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. "Thank you, Goose."

Maverick looks at Carole, Bradley offering to hold her, but he refuses. You frown. "Why don't you want to hold your granddaughter?"

"I want to but… I don't know if I should."

Bradley looks at him, a frown of his own. "Why would you say that?"

"What, Mav, scared of betraying another Bradshaw?" Goose quips, but you know that it's not just a joke. The tone he uses, harsh and blunt, denotes that he means every word.

"I didn't betray any Bradshaw." Maverick defends himself, moving closer to Goose.

"You betrayed me, the first Bradshaw. You betrayed my son, that's two Bradshaws. And I'm completely sure that if Carole were alive, he would have felt betrayed as well." Goose remarks the last words by pressing a finger on Mav's chest. You look at Jake, silently asking for help. He nods, stepping between the two men.

"Okay, buddies, it's time to stop."

"No, I think it's time to end this, because I'm honestly tired of being looked at as a traitor." Mav moves Jake away, standing in front of Goose with fire burning in his eyes. "Your wife asked me to pull his papers, Nick. It was her last wish. And she asked me to do it because she knew that none of you would listen to her. I tried to refuse because Bradley is my godson, how could I do that to him? But Carole insisted and used the 'I'm dying' card…"

Silence falls in the room, not a breath can be heard. Bradley and Nick exchange glances; the first has tears in his eyes; the second, you can't tell because you can only see his back.

"How can I know that you're telling the truth?" Goose mutters, his tone softer than before.

Maverick grabs an envelope from his jacket, which is yellow due to the passing of the years. It says "Maverick" in beautiful handwriting. "I came here to give this to Bradley and to apologize. He's not only my godson, he's the father of my grandkids, and I owe him the truth." He gives the envelope to Goose and sits on the bed. "But you should read it first."

You grab Mav's hand, and he gives you a sad smile and a wink, but doesn't let go of your hand.

"This is… the letter she left for you after she died." Goose recognizes the envelope. He was the one who bought them for her when she asked to write letters.

"Can you read it aloud, dad?"

Goose nods at his son's words and clears his throat before starting to read.

Dear Pete,

I know that I asked too much of you, but it's the only thing I've ever asked for. You know better than anyone how painful it was to see Goose lying on that hospital bed after your accident. I can't leave this life knowing that my son, my dear and sweet Bradley, will be facing the same dangerous situations, if not worse, just because I couldn't stop him.

And I know his dad will never do it, that's why I asked you. I need you to stop Bradley from becoming an aviator. I don't know how you're gonna do it, I just want to rest and be sure that my kid is not gonna crash and burn before he turns 40. I want him to live a long life, fall in love, marry, and have kids. Watch them grow up and go to school, and teach them how to tie their shoelaces and make cookies, even though Bradley doesn't know how to cook. I hope he learns, though. He's gonna starve.

I'll be praying that this last wish I make won't bring you problems with my boys. I know they're a bit temperamental, but you three are a family, and families stick together in the worst moments.

I hope you two will always be together.

Take care, Mav.

Love,

Carole.

"Who's gonna tell Carole that you had kids before marriage?" Goose cracks a joke while wiping away tears and holding the letter close to his heart.

Bradley chuckles, wiping his face with the sleeves of his black hoodie. "She would have a heart attack."

Goose takes a deep breath and turns around to look at Maverick. "Get up."

"If you're gonna punch me, please don't do it in front of the kids." Mav says, but instead of getting punched, he gets a big, heartfelt hug from the wizzo.

"You didn't have to wait all these years to tell me that you were honoring my wife's dying wish." Goose pats Mav's back, and for the first time in months, you see something that you have never seen.

You see Mav break down. He finally allows himself to be free from the burden that latched onto his heart and wouldn't allow him to breathe.

Jake steps in front of Bradley, taking baby Carole from his arms and nodding to Mav. "They need you."

Bradley nods and hugs the two men, crying like he did when he realized his babies had his eyes. These three men finally had the closure that they deserved.

Jake sits next to you on the bed, playing with Carole’s fingers. "Thank you."

You look at him, not understanding why he's thanking you. "Why?"

"If you hadn't appeared in Bradley's life… this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be a dad, Goose and Mav would be arguing still… You and the babies have fixed this family."

The three men turn to look at you, smiling. "We have to tell you something."

Mav's words make you panic a bit. "Please, no more family secrets. I think this one has had its fair share of secrets for a lifetime."

"We've changed your call sign. Officially." Bradley says, tilting his head while showing you that cute, teasing smile of his. "Because you don't deserve to have a call sign that triggers such bad memories."

"Do they know…?"

"No. That's something you have to share, if you ever want to. Not my story to tell, babe." He then grabs the patch that Goose has in his pocket.

'Hen Mitchell'

"So now I'm Hen?"

"Of course, you have to fit in with the Birdshaws." Bradley states, and you snort.

"Did you just change Bradshaw for Birdshaw-"

"I will deny it."

"How unfortunate, because I have recorded everything." Jake singsongs, showing his phone.

“Please, send me that. I need to have blackmail material to show his kids when they grow up.” Mav says, finally holding Carole in his arms. He feels worthy of holding her now, it seems.

“The kids don’t even have a day!”

“Well, they’re gonna grow up, eventually.” Goose adds, partnering with Mav once again on his mischievous adventures.

“Goose, we need to get them flying suits!”

“Do they make it in such small sizes?” Goose questions, holding JJ in his arms.

Bradley, Jake, and you watch the two aviators holding their grandchildren in their arms. A new generation of Bradshaws and Mitchells.

“Jake, are you taking pictures?”

“Lots of them.”

“Oh, shit.” Goose mumbles. “I have something for you, little Mav.”

“For me?”

Goose hands you a yellow envelope similar to the one Maverick just pulled out. “Carole wrote this for… Bradley’s future wife. She wrote a lot of letters for her and gave them to me so I could give them to her on very special occasions. The day after he proposed, the wedding day, the arrival of the first child... I think you deserve to know a bit more about the woman who raised Bradley.”

He gives you the letter, and you look at Bradley, who shrugs. “I don’t know anything about this, Hen.”

You open the envelope and read the letter. The first line always makes you cry. Was it intentional? Did Carole know that somehow you’d end up being called like that? Life works in mysterious ways.

Dear Mother Hen,

I know, I know. This is an emotional day. Lots of things are happening and it seems like you’re not going to be able to handle everything but let me assure you something: if you got so far, that means you can handle this and more. After all, you have to be a strong woman if you had married my son.

Her words make your heart hurt. What would she think if she found out that her son had kids without being married? Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? It’s hard to know, you only know her for the things that Mav, Goose and Bradley have been telling you. How she was the prettiest girl wherever she went, how she dressed like a movie star, how she loved to dance and sing and take pictures with her husband’s Polaroid camera. She was an angel.

What matters now is that you remember this: you are not alone. You have him, you have my husband, and you have Mav, who will offer to babysit whenever you want him to. He loves to take naps with the babies. You should see the number of pictures we have of him napping with baby Bradley in his arms.

You have a family, sweetheart. It’s impossible for me to know your backstory, if you have a good family of your own, or if you are alone in the world, but since the moment this baby (or babies, knowing my family, you could have twins) is born, you won’t ever be alone. You have a little kid who will love you forever, unconditionally, and without any reserve. The kid, and the father, will be with you. Always. Never forget that.

This is the beginning of your family. Family is not the one you’re born with, but the one you choose. You chose Bradley. And now you have a baby. I know there’s gonna be more in the future. It’s hard to resist a Bradshaw man with a baby. Baby fever kicks in every time. It’s a shame I never got the chance to have more babies. Poor Bradley grew up as an only child.

Well, my love. I have to go. This is the last letter I’m writing for you. I’ve been with you in all the important events, but it’s time for you to fly on your own. I could give you a thousand tips on how to raise your kid, but I’m sure times have changed and nothing I’d say will be useful anymore.

Remember you are not alone. You have a family.

Rely on them. Let them help you.

Lots of love,

You mother-in-law.

“Hey, hey, sweets, why are you crying?” Bradley hugs you close, careful to not hurt you or pull a stitch from your belly.

Carole’s words have finally made you realizethat you’re not alone. You’ve never been. You have had Red since way back. You had Mav since the moment you walked in the Hard Deck all those months ago. You have Jake, since that morning he told you that he would be your brother. And, more importantly, you have had Bradley since the moment you saw him. You know that he will always be there for you, to help you and to make every step of this journey a lot easier.

But also, you had the wizzos, Jesse, Mickey and Bob who had been there whenever you needed to laugh or to rant about Bradley being too overprotective and not letting you get up from bed for the past month.

You also had the girls, those insane, crazy, and lovely women who had been giving you the best maternity advice ever, who had been there every time your hormones took the best out of you, and made you cry for hours.

You had a family way before the kids were born. It just took you a while to realize. And as Carole said, family helps you when you need them the most. You can rely on them.

You need to rely on them. Now. Before this situation gets worse.

“I-I have to tell you something.” You confess, holding to his arm for dear life.

“We’ll be outside.” Jake gets up from the bed, ready to exit the room, but you hold his arm.

“I need to talk to all of you. Please. You’re my family.”

Mav and Jake, who had been waiting for you to say that since God knows when, sit next to you on the bed. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Mav’s chest swells with pride when you call him dad, and he’s ready to fight whoever is hurting his daughter.

“Dad… There's this girl who believes I murdered her brother."

“Wait, you said abuser?” Jake looks at you, holding your hands. “We’re gonna need to hear the whole story.”

“Wait, you mean… Steve’s sister?” Bradley asks you and when you nod, he tightens his jaw. "So you had to put up with your ex being a fucking abuser, and now you have to deal with the psycho sister?"

You take a deep breath. “You’re not gonna like this.”

You tell them the story, watching as their faces go from pure terror to straight up anger. They’re ready to protect you from that girl. Whatever it takes.

“Nobody is gonna hurt you here, little Mav. We’re not gonna let that happen.”

“You only focus on resting now, okay? Leave it to us. We'll come up with something." Jake assures you before kissing your forehead and leaving the room, followed by Goose and Mav. Once he’s in front of the elevator, he turns around and looks at the older men. “We need to do something.”

“Yeah but… we cannot go find that girl and… threaten her. I mean, she could sue us or something.” Mav retorts, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“Well, we can’t. But I know someone who can. And you don’t want to make her angry.”

“Who is it?”

“My wife.”

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bestfriend491 · 2 years

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AAAAAAAAA i cant believe you write for okoye, you’re a godsend 😭🙏🏾 i have a request if that’s okay— i just want something sickeningly cute with her like waking up with her in your arms and just lazying in bed and sharing kisses UGHHHH. if you can write that i’ll give you my right kidney

Morning Sun

Okoye x Reader

Summary: You two and the morning sun.

Fluff

Warnings: None

The sun pierced through the windows of your house, 6 different shades of pink, yellow and orange hitting the objects shattered around your room. Nothing could beat the sunrise in Wakanda, and both you and Okoye could account for this, having compared many sunrises together.

You woke up, and soaked in the scent of your shared bedroom. It smelled like the one place you always loved being.

Home, it smelled like home.

The two of you hadn't been in this bedroom for months now, with both of you either staying in hotels and rented houses when you left Wakanda, or having to sleep in your headquarters in the palace for your duties.

Today was the first of 7 days where you both were excused from work and had no official plans made. After 6 months of hard work and dedication to your jobs, Shuri felt that you more than deserved it.

You laid there, unwilling to open your eyes before having fully woken the rest of your body up. You always did a quick inspection on yourself before and after you slept, just to make sure that you were in top shape.

Yesterday, you remembered almost going to sleep with a really bad ache in your back, but Okoye had stopped you. Seeing the clear expression of discomfort, she made you sit up and turned you around facing away from her.

She went to work on every knot and tension built area on your back, and after the most soothing massage ever, she gently hugged you from the back, kissing the nape of your neck, before coming closer and kissing your cheek.

You turned your head, kissing her passionately while turning around to face her. You hugged her firmly, removing your lips from hers and allowing her head to lay on your shoulder while you laid yours on hers.

It was a peaceful moment, this. Hugs and kisses in private were your favourite thing to do with each other. You loved when she kissed you because she did it with such care and intention, every place she chose to kiss lighting up inside the moment her lips touched them.

She, on the other hand, loved when you hugged her. Your hugs were never too hard, or too soft. They were always just perfect and the way that you let her know that she could stand down, even if only for a few moments, always left her feeling so safe.

When the two of you were alone, it wasn't like when the two of you were in public. In public, you were two warriors that happened to be in a relationship. Two warriors who were clearly in love, and would die for each other, but still, warriors. Never showing signs of weakness.

When you were alone, however, you were just two women. You were two vulnerable women, who craved love and needed to feel all of the things they couldn't while working. You were two women loving each other in ways that no one from the past ever had.

These moments were the ones that kept you going when you had to be warriors. Knowing what waited at home when all was said and done is what kept the both of you moving.

That night, your hug lasted much longer than usual, both of you not wanting to let go, and eventually, you decided to just sleep like that. You both got under the covers, and then proceeded to get into the same position as before, you hugging Okoye with all of your heart.

Now, in the morning, you laid in the same position. Opening your eyes to see yourself wrapped around your world. She was still sleeping comfortably in your arms and you were still holding her with the same intensity that you had remembered falling asleep with.

You thought about everything that you might need to do over the next week. You wanted to change a few things in the house. You had to visit family, and at some point there was a wedding happening. You'd need to get up soon, breaking the moment to go ahead with your lives. But you decided that all of that could wait, so you continued where you had left off. You kissed her head, then her forehead.

There was a scar from an accident on her head from years ago, and although it usually wasn't visible, you knew it like the back of your hand, having been the one to fix the wound. You'd had to stitch the deep cut after your first mission, when you two had just gotten out of training and on the field.

You'd been together even back then, and although you'd never admit it to anyone who asked, you'd both cried that day. Okoye, from the shock of seeing what being a part of the Dora Milaje was actually like, and you from seeing her hurt. To current day, you still felt a tug in your heart whenever you looked at it.

You proceeded, kissing it too.

This must have woken her up because the moment you aimed for the next kiss on her cheek, she moved suddenly and your kiss landed on her lips.

You hummed good morning through the kiss, and she did the same, tightening her grip on you, as you indulged in each other's presence.

When your lips finally separated, the two of you held eye contact. You two were like the moon and the stars. Beautiful both alone but only truly complete together.

You couldn't compose your smile around this woman, and it drove you crazy.

"I love you."

"I love you." She replied, her voice still hoarse, much like yours.

This wasn't just a normal I love you, like some of the couple's you'd see on TV. For the two of you, I love you was an affirming statement that you never went far into the day without saying.

Since the first day that you had both said those 3 words, you hadn't gone even half a day without saying it. On days where you weren't together, you'd use your kimoyo beads and send short messages that only the two of you knew meant I love you, while other times you would just mouth the words to yourselves as if you were next to each other, and then say it a bunch of times when you reunited.

It was a promise that you made to each other everytime that you said it.

I love you really meant: I'm yours. Forever and Always.

The two of you looked up at your roof, with its large open window centre, where you could see the sky. You watched the sun start to wake the rest of the sky up.

"What do you want to do today?" Okoye asked suddenly, running circles on your shoulder with her fingers.

"We can go around the city, or we could go shop for what we want to wear at Rishe's wedding, or-"

"Can I just lay here with you?" You asked, interrupting her train of thought.

You got a smile and a kiss in return.

"Okay, then I guess we're laying here."

So you spent the morning in bed, barely talking, but rather just enjoying the morning sun, and loving each other.

The End

Author's Note: I hope this was fluffy enough, although there is no such thing as too much fluff in my opinion.

2 Requests are now being worked on.

#okoye one shot #okoye #general okoye #okoye x reader #morning fluff #domestic fluff #domestic life #x reader #x reader insert #black panther #black panther2 #wakanda forever

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nocompromise-noregrets · 6 months

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hi so I just reread our trsb collaboration from last year and aaaaaaaaaaa it's so so good and I'm crying again even though I've read it at least five times before

I always find that there's something deeply lonely about the end of a story when all the familiar characters are dead or gone and the world is left to the next generation, but at the same time this one is still so full of joy and even though it's about the end and only vaguely describes the 100+ years in between it and the end of RotK, Arwen's life feels so rich and full of friendship and love and words cannot describe how much it makes me feel things.

And then there's all the beautiful little character details!!! Arwen wishing she could've shared her life with her mother???? The uncertainty of the twins' choice but also the "maybe there's always supposed to be one of each" and also the idea that they might stay and be the guardians of Middle Earth because it'll always be their home in a way that Valinor just isn't???? Gimli pledging to give Arwen's love to Galadriel????? EVERYTHING about the garden in Minas Tirith???? DID I MENTION THE TWINS??????? Augh. It's just. so perfect.

And of course. Hearing the wedding vows. The pledge. The bouquet. "what use would her mortal shell have for empty proximity, when their spirits are forever intertwined?" I have no words. I cannot possibly describe the emotions this is evoking in me.

Ok I will shut up now but ONE MORE THING. The second to last paragraph? Makes me sob. So much. It's so unbelievably beautiful and well expressed and I love it deeply with my entire being.

aaaaaaaaa! thank you SO MUCH, my lovely! I so enjoyed working with you on that one and I'm just thrilled that you like it so much <333333333 it was one of those that just kind of wrote itself, once it got going, and it went off in all manner of directions I wasn't quite expecting (Gimli was a particular surprise XD although I have to confess the twins were deliberate, as they always are with me :D ) I've been sort of circling Arwen and Celebrían and the twins for a long time (including all three TRSBs I've done, in one way or another) and I feel like I'm getting closer to them, although still not quite close enough to write the twins-make-their-choice fic I've been trying to do for ages. (nearly ready to write a reunion in Valinor, because that absolutely is the endgame, but the actual thinking and considering and dithering and finally coming to a decision is still eluding me)...anyway, I'm so delighted it's stuck with you and thank you so very much for letting me know, you've pretty much made my year. <333333333

(and if anyone else wants to read 5k of Arwen at Cerin Amroth contemplating her life, right at the end of it, and see some utterly beautiful art, it's here: I Will Be With You Always)

Her own reunion draws ever closer, in the place where the spirits of Men go, the place unknown to the Elves; at long last she will leave behind half of her heritage for ever. It has always been with her, even after she made her choice, it has stayed with her to the end of her days, but now it will leave her at last, or she will leave it. It is time for her to make that last sundering, to join her uncle and all of the cousins she never knew and turn her back on her closest family for ever. She has thought about this moment, contemplated it, turned it over in her mind, many times over the years, and since Aragorn has been gone, it has occupied her thoughts more and more. She has always thought that she would know when the time came, and now she is certain that it is drawing ever closer. She can almost hear his voice, that dear, dear sound, dearer to her than any other, singing the Lay of Lúthien just as he had on that evening so long ago when first they met, calling her home to him at last. He has been her hope for so long, the hope of Middle-Earth for longer - the twins called him ‘Estel’ all his life, although everyone else, once he was grown, used his proper name or called him ‘Strider’, and once he was King those who did not know him called him ‘Elessar’; but the twins, of course, always did things their way, and though he was the high hope of all free peoples, for the twins, Arwen thinks, he was their own hope, though they dressed it up in teasing banter. They could not defeat the Enemy on their own, she knows they knew this, and she thinks they knew, also, that if anyone could, it would be Aragorn - Estel, named by his mother because she knew it too.

#lotr #arwen #aragorn/arwen #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfic #trsb #trsb2023 #wheeeee thank you so much! <333333 #my writing #lotr fanart #lord of the rings fanart

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buoyant-breeze · 3 years

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can u do the kissing/making out hcs like u did in that one post but for aether, gorou, and raiden??? pls and tysm!! 🥺🙏🏻

author’s note ⊱ aaaaaaaaa!!! yes!!! of course!!! :)

part one (albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli)

characters ⊱ aether, gorou, ei (raiden shogun)

warnings ⊱ none! please enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw

aether

he kisses you warmly, with a smile against your lips, sometimes with a laugh that barely makes it out before you two connect

he kisses you until he’s dizzy, until he forgets to breathe, and then he pulls away with a delirious laugh, asking you if he can do it again

loves peppering your face and your body with kisses, playful and excited, with the same affection and unconditional love as a puppy

would try to kiss you even if he was covered in dirt and his hair was full of branches from being outside

similarly, doesn’t care how much of a mess you’re in, he wants affection and he will have it unless you tell him not to, haha

(in which case, he pouts, but works with it)

always kisses you good morning

his favorite place to be kissed is his throat or romantic kisses (behind the ear, the inside of his wrist, etc.) [it makes him blush and melt]

loves to kiss your mouth or pretty much anywhere on your face

gorou

kisses you eagerly, like he just can’t get enough, like he’s been waiting all day for this (even if the last time you kissed was only a few minutes ago)

too impatient to be teasing about it; if you try to tease him, he’ll whine, but try to be good for you

but most of the time there’s no holding back, he goes all in without any care in the world, giving and taking kisses as much as he wants and as much as you want

wants kisses all the time, even if he’s busy

likes to gently nip at your throat when he kisses it (affectionately)

cuddles and kisses go hand in hand

he will tug you forward at random times when you two are alone and just kiss you, and then afterward look at you with big, worried eyes and say, “you know i love you, right? you didn’t forget?”

his favorite place to be kissed is on his cheek (especially when he’s distracted or preoccupied), or if you pull him in first and kiss him, with the same eagerness he usually possesses

(receiving love nips or bites in return though... a sure way to make him melt)

loves to kiss you on the mouth; it doesn’t count but leaving gentle love nips or bites is his favorite thing (but wouldn’t do it if you weren’t okay with it)

ei / raiden

she kisses you delicately, the motion is not quite shy, but it is cherishing and as light as a feather

she has lost many things in her life; she kisses you, expecting that if her mouth moves away, you might be lost, too

ghosts her lips across your face like you’re made of porcelain, but then it’s there and gone as if she never did it at all, her expression stony and untelling of whether it truly happened or if you hallucinated the feeling.

but when you kiss her, she flushes bright, avoiding eye contact and her breath leaving her in nervous, short, shallow gasps that are nearly inaudible

it’s in private that she gets more brave, especially in the night hours

there’s something about that time that makes her feel closer to her past, and so she feels the desperate need to hold onto you while she still can

so she cuddles you tightly, securely, and kisses you until her lips are swollen and numb, tingling from the activity

extremely sensitive to all kisses, and highly reactive

loves to be kissed anywhere on her face; anywhere lower than that runs the risk of being too risque given her sensitivity

loves to kiss you everywhere, but her kisses tend to gravitate to the easiest places to reach (your cheek, your knuckles or your wrist when she’s holding your hand, your mouth if you’re leaning close, etc.)

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matt-erialgirl · 2 years

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OMGOODNESS Heidi! Congratulations! 🎉 That’s so exciting! You deserve all the hugs and all the love, my friend and I love youuuuu! ❤️

As far as prompts go, I had a hard time picking between C and D but I think I’m gonna have to go with Love Confessions C-36!

AAAAAAAAA ERICCA THANK YOU MY DARLING AND I LOVE YOU MORE ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ I hope you like this one!!

C-36: ”I love you and that’s why I have to leave.” ”Well I love you, and that’s why you need to stay”

Knock

“Matt,” you called out, your fist coming down against the timber of the door in three more harsh knocks, “I know you’re in there.”

“Matt?” You called out again, pushing your forehead against the door. Before you could get another word out, a door behind you pushed open.

“Sorry, Fran,” you groaned, turning around and shooting Matt’s neighbour an apologetic look, “he’s being a hardass. Hasn’t been picking up my calls. I’ll keep it down.”

Fran huffed out a string of unintelligible words before pushing her door shut as you called out another apology after her.

“Matt,” you mumbled this time with a much gentler knock, knowing he can hear every breath you take, “I just want to talk. I want to know what I did and I want to see if I can fix it. But please don’t give me the silent treatment. It sucks.”

You waited a while longer, your head aching from being pressed up against the wood.

“I can’t go back to my life like you were never in it, Matt,” you sighed, “please, just talk to me.”

After another minute, the lock clicked, making you stand back as you waited for the door to open. Matt stood at the now open door, his lips pursed and his eyes cast down. Your eyes raked over him before you threw yourself at him in a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and your face buried against his neck.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you whispered against his skin, your arms tightening around him as the palm of his hand gently touched your back, urging you to let go.

Disheartened by Matt not returning your hug, you started to feel like you really had upset him in some terrible way that you were unaware of.

“What have I done, Matty?” You asked him quietly, pulling away from him and nervously playing with the hems of your sleeves.

“I need you to leave,” Matt exhaled, his voice sad and pained, his eyes avoiding looking in your direction altogether, “please. Don’t make this difficult.”

“Why?” You asked, tears starting to sting at your eyes as they searched Matt’s face frantically, “Matt, whatever it is, we can talk about it. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Please,” Matt pressed, his voice catching in his throat, “I love you, and that’s why I need you to leave.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, your heart hammering against your sternum.

Love? He did say love. But why tell me to leave? Why does he want me to leave?

“Is this about me finding out about you being Dare—” you started, but Matt shushed you in panic before pulling you into his apartment and shutting the door.

“Sorry! Sorry, I meant finding out about your, uh,” you breathed, lowering your voice, your back against the closed door as Matt’s hands landed against the timber on either side of your head, extracurricular activities.”

“God, please, don’t call it that,” Matt breathed out a short, quiet laugh, his breath fanning out across your face.

“If you love me,” you started, “why do you want me gone, Matt?”

“Because I will never forgive myself if something happens to you because of me,” Matt admitted, his hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“Well, I love you,” you exhaled, your hands cradling Matt’s face in your, “and that’s why I need to stay. I want to be there for you. I want to be the one person you can fall back on.”

“And you were calling me a hardass,” Matt smiled halfheartedly, his little jab making you beam, “to be honest, this is not how I thought you’d find out about how I feel about you.”

“You’re the one who shut me out when you should have been pulling me closer, so yes, you’re the hardass,” you nodded, letting your fingers play loosely with Matt’s hair, “and I am not exactly just finding out about your undying love for me, Matty.”

“Oh?” Matt grinned, wanting nothing more than to hold on to this moment for the rest of time, the worry filling his heart for your safety slowly being quelled by the reassurance of your presence.

“Absolutely,” you confirmed happily, “you weren’t exactly discreet. So much for the sneaky Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. As subtle as a gun, you are.”

“I love you,” Matt said again, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him.

“And I’ll never leave you,” you promised, placing a gentle kiss to Matt’s chest, right on top of where his heart beats.

#Matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fic #daredevil angst #matt murdock angst #daredevil fluff #matt murdock fluff #1.1k celebration

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a little push | seulgi

group ; red velvet

genre ; fluff.. i think? T^T

au ; highschool!au

pairing ; highschool student!seulgi / fem! reader

request : hello! are you taking requests? if so, could you please do a seulgi x fem!reader college au where seulgi and reader are best friends and seulgi is in love with reader but doesn't know how to tell her? maybe they could do homework together and seulgi tells her? super fluffy please!

a/n ; AAAAAA IM SO BAD AT FLUFF BUT I TRIED, I'M SORRY ANON - and it's more of a smol drabble bcs bibi brain blank ALSO I DID FUCKING HIGHSCHOOL INSTEAD OF COLLEGE AAAAAAAAA stupid

word count ; 763

“seulgi? earth to seulgi!”

the loud voice snapped seulgi out of her thoughts, instantly looking up at her friend. “yes! yes, i’m here, what’s up?”

“i asked you what the answer to question 15 is, you stupid idiot.” you replied, making her slap you. “you have no right calling me an idiot when you don’t even know how our digestive system works! the answer is pancreas, you stupid idiot. i don’t understand how you passed junior year, this is basic shit, l/n!” she teased, watching as your lips curled and your eyes turned into adorable little crescents.

“i’m not gonna lie, kang. i’ve gotta agree with you, i don’t know how i passed either, guess everyone just really liked me.” you smiled before you continued to look down and write the answer down on your worksheet. she couldn’t contain the smile on her face after your reply. because you were right, everyone really liked you. you were so loveable and likeable - it was impossible not to like you. that’s why it was so easy for her to fall in love with you. she was in love with you, and she didn’t even try to hide it. everyone around her could tell how in love she was with you except, well. you.

she has been your best friend for as long as she could remember, she’s wanted to tell you so many times - but your friendship just means so much to her that she doesn’t wanna ruin it. god knows how much she’s tried to suppress her feelings for you, but she just couldn’t do it. she can’t resist you, she’s just too in love. she spends time with you everyday and just wants to call you hers and kiss your soft lips. you just bring so much joy to her, you’re her sunshine. seeing you daily makes everything so much better for her.

“okay, seul, you’ve really gotta stop zoning off. you’re really worrying me. what’s on your mind, bear?”

the nickname never failed to make her heart flutter, she’d always imagine waking up with you in your arms whenever you called her that. something about it just really made her so happy and giddy. so what if you called her that whenever you woke up in her arms? what if you called her that everytime after she kissed you?

i’ve gotta do it, i really have to do it.

“you.”

you giggled at the bluntness of her tone, “me? you’re thinking of me, cheeks?”

“yes, y/n. i’m thinking of you, i just- i can’t get you out of my mind. it’s eating me up inside.” seulgi’s heart feels like it’s about to explode or beat out of her chest. she wants to do it, she needs to do it. if she doesn’t tell you now, she feels as if she wouldn’t be able to pretend like everything was normal.

the quick realization hit you, she wasn’t kidding. something was eating her up inside and it was because of you. “oh shit, you’re being for real? what’s wrong, seul? did i do something?” you asked, dropping your pen and sitting closer to her, grabbing her hands. “please tell me, what’s wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong, y/n.. i just, i need to tell you something and i want you to promise me nothing will change between us, okay?” seulgi’s voice was trembling and she was shaking uncontrollably. you tightened your grip on her hands to try and calm to down. “of course, seul! you know i’m always gonna be here for you.”

she took a deep breath before looking right into your eyes. “i love you.”

you blinked at her before smiling sheepishly, “i know, seul.. i love you too?”

“no, y/n. i mean i’m in love with you.” she stated clearly, making your heart stop. your grip loosened slightly as you froze.

“fuck, no, y/n, i’m sorry! let’s just.. no, i’ll go home-”

before another word could leave her lips, you pulled her close to connect your lips with hers. seulgi kissed back without hesitation, realizing how long she’s been waiting for this moment. how much she’s longed to just even remotely brush her lips against yours, and now that it’s finally happening - she doesn’t focus on anything else but you.

you were the first one to pull away, caressing her cheek lovingly. “i love you too, bear. i mean it.” you continued to kiss the blush on her cheeks as she hid her face in your shoulder.

“ugh, please say it again.” she whispered.

“i love you too, seulgi.”

#red velvet imagines #red velvet x reader #red velvet #red velvet scenarios #red velvet reactions #red velvet seulgi #seulgi #kpop #seulgi x reader #red velvet fluff #kang seulgi #red velvet au

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HI HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR U AND BOW DOWN TO UR CREATIVE WRITING GENIUS AND GODLINESS IN AN EXTREMELY LONG ASK

i would also like to say, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGJJGSLJJSKDJJJFJKSDFJSJFJSODJFDFJ”

that was live footage of me reading wrong number asshole bECAUSE THAT SERIES WAS JUST SO ❗️❗️❗️DAMN ❗️❗️❗️GOOD❗️❗️

Everything. the nervous and overthinking reader. bakugo being a major douchebag tsundere. wingman kirishima. the GOD-TIER HUMOR. THE POP ROCKS!!!!!! EVERYTHING WAS ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.

I’ll be honest, when i realized it was part smau i was like ehhhh i dont rly know BUT U BLEW MY EXPECTATIONS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER. you ... YOU are such a RARE tumblr gem and i say that bc there are only a few select people who have the ✨quality✨ of writing that you do. And I’m a very picky reader, so that’s saying something. I really, REALLY loved the way u portray bakugo. Because he’s more than just an angry Pomeranian, he also has his own insecurities and things that he genuinely really cares about. And i think it just goes to show how good of a writer you are because i can tell you really did a deep character analysis of him and it was anything but superficial.

i read wrong number for the first time back in may and was secretly reading it during math class AND SO many hours of sleep were lost over this but it was 100% worth it 😁😁😁

at the end of pretty much every chapter was me just screaming into my pillow in the darkness of my room at like 2 am. i also just recently reread it and OH MY GOD i forgot how funny the first few parts are. Also !!! The way i fRICKIN RELATE TO Y/N JESUS CHRIST I FELT EVERYTHING IN MY SOUL

here are some of my favorite lines from the series:

“But I also think you tend to fixate on reasons to leave instead of looking for reasons to stay.”

Yeahhhhh, when i read this for the first time I literally said oof. out loud. because that’s literally me. This line just,,, hit me yk.

It was an insecurity of yours, always believing that you had to be the one in the wrong. That the only reason someone could ever be upset was because you made them that way.

YEAH REMEMBER HOW I SAID I RELATED TO Y/N. YEAH. IT”S THIS.

Instead of him, it was just you- alone and waiting and etched with a ugly tattoo you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever.

ok so i rly like this line partly because again, i relate, but also just the WORDS. UGHHH that last part “you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever’ STOP EYE-

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

AAAAAAASKDFJSDKLFJDS THE IMAGERY THE RHYTHM OH MY GOODNESS THE TALENT

Something in his eyes seems so tiny and small and unsure at your words, and it breaks your heart. There aren’t enough words in the world for all you want to say in that moment, so you just take his head in your hands, kiss him with every bit of care and concern you hold for him.

When you pull back, he won’t look at you, his cheeks gone nearly as red as his vulnerable eyes. His shoulders shake, and he takes a deep breath, turning his head to place a tiny little kiss into the palm of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but the tiny action communicates almost everything you need to know.

PLS BC I AM VERY TOUCHSTARVED SO JUST THE IDEA OF BAKUGO KISSING MY PALM AAAAHHHHHHHH

Bakugou fights it, going rigid and stiff and resitant at first. He hardly looks at you, just barely, but you catch his gaze and nod. It’s all it takes before he’s allowing himself to sink into you, his arms pulling you closer.

It’s hesitancy, than acceptance and than desperation, and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly, clutching at you like you’re gonna fade. Like you’ll slip through his calloused fingers. It makes you ache. Sends volts of throbbing pain through your chest that have you squeezing him tighter.

It makes you want to sob- the way he seemed so resistant to softness despite being so obviously starved for it. You wondered if anyone else had stuck around this long; if anyone else had noticed just how desperate he was for someone to finally hear him.

again. THE IMAGERY. JUST SEEING HIM SLOWLY MELT INTO A HUG AND THEN SQUEEZE YOU AS TIGHT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE GIVE THIS TOUCHSTARVED BOI A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD oh wait y/n already did that ahaha

The completion you’d felt from this kiss far surpassed the charged kisses from earlier. This was kissing him just because you could, because you wanted to, and you were sure this was heaven- at least, as close to heaven as any one human should ever be allowed to get.

It felt like flying, like hurtling above the earth and surging through the clouds. Like you were Icarus and you breached the atmosphere to soar against the surface of the sun. His hands fell to the base of your spine, pressing you firmly against him, and suddenly you knew. Knew it for sure, in your bones like it’d always been carved in there-you might’ve been Icarus, but he’d never let you fall. You would get to blister and scorch and burn for as long as you’d wanted but your wax would never melt. There was no fear when falling with him. Falling for him.

You pull away, but you don’t go too far. Don’t think you could separate even if you tried. Katsuki was an addiction, a powerful, potent thing and the only salve for that itch in your skin was being close to him. As close as you could possibly manage.

NOT THE ICARUS METAPHOR PLS ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL EVEN MORE IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES EYE- ONCE AGAIN UR WRITING TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY

“Good.” He mumbles juvenilely, looking anywhere to avoid your eyes. “Die then. Fuckin’ burn, you witch.”

I remember the first time i read this i FRICKIN DIED OMG IT WAS SO FUNNY i was crying at like 3 am

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium.

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving.

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending.

*SCREAMS*

AGAIN WITH THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT FIC ON GOD

i’ll have u know that this is my Official Designated Comfort Fic (insert trademark symbol).

THANK YOU. YOU ARE A WRITING GOD. I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. Also sorry for this extremely long ask and the overwhelming use of caps lock

have u ever,, have u ever read something that brings literal tears to ur eyes. that brings so much serotonin that its almost criminal

bc this, this ask is everything for me. u rllY SAID THAT MY FIC IS UR DESIGNATED COMFORT FIC?? THATS MY FAVORITE THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

YOU HAVE FAVORITE LINES?? FROM SOMETHING I WROTE??? DO U- I literally cannot even begin to describe how much this means to me.

@ur-local-reality-shifter , i adore u my lovely

#this ask brought me back to life #ive literally been down with covid for the last 4 months #but i think this just cured me #revitalized #rebirthed #rejuvenated #incredible #tysm for this ask #i have never felt more pleasantly warm in my entire life

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hqbaby · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 | 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 (𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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(written portion! you can find a summary at the bottom if you have difficulty or simply don't feel like reading large chunks of text<33 word count: 619)

"Y/N?"

You offered Bokuto a sheepish smile and leaned against your crutch to keep yourself from falling over. "Hey."

Bokuto shook his head and grabbed your arm, guiding you into the house and onto the living room couch. He cautiously sat beside you, keeping himself at a safe distance, as you settled yourself onto the seat.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and stared at your hands. "I don't like how I handled things," you said. "You don't deserve that."

"No I don't," Bokuto agreed. "But what are you doing here? At three in the morning?"

"I got on the night train to Tokyo," you said. "Because I wanted to talk to you."

"You could have called—"

"I could have," you chuckled dryly. "But after all the shit I pulled on you, it didn't seem right."

Bokuto shifted uncomfortably, not quite familiar with the awkwardness between the two of you. He cleared his throat. "So talk."

You raised a brow and looked at him, catching a glimpse of his golden eyes, a noticeable weariness to his expression.

"You came here to talk," he said. "So... talk?"

"Right," you nodded, pulling yourself together. "I've been an asshole."

Bokuto frowned. "If you're going to talk," he said. "I'd rather you to not belittle the girl I'm in love with."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, after every stupid thing you'd done to him, he would still be desperately in love with you.

"It's the truth," you said. "I've been an asshole and you know it."

"Well, yeah," he conceded. "So tell me why."

"I just," you paused, realizing this was the first time you'd actually considered your feelings out loud. "I just feel like I don't deserve to be in your life, alright?"

Before Bokuto could interject, you continued.

"Everyone keeps telling me that this thing," you looked at your casted leg, "is just an injury. But it isn't."

"It is," Bokuto insisted.

You shook your head. "What if I never get to skate again?" you said. "Sure, the leg will be good as new in six weeks but it won't be the same thing it was before. What if it changes things? What if I can't handle that change? It's happened to people who were better than me, why would I be special?"

Bokuto shifted slightly closer to you. You went on.

"If I end up failing and becoming nothing, I won't deserve you," you told him. "If this is it—if, for the rest of our lives, you're going to be this amazing person who just keeps going on and doing what he wants and I'm just the person holding you back—if this is it, then I'm out. I know you don't deserve that. You don't deserve a has-been."

You fiddled with your fingers, the weight of your words filling the air.

"So what if you quit skating?"

You narrowed your eyes at Bokuto. "What?"

"So what?" he repeated. "Your life isn't about one thing, you aren't about one thing. I love you for so much more than that tiny part of your life. I love you for you."

He scooted closer until his face was right in front of yours. "If this is it," he said. "If, for the rest of our lives, I get to love you... I won't want anything else."

You frowned. "But you're going to be successful and I'm gonna be a dud."

Bokuto laughed, bring a hand to cup your cheeks. "Screw success!" he exclaimed. "Being happy with you means more to me than any volleyball award. I want my greatest success to be us."

You leaned into his touch. "You mean it?"

And he smiled. "Of course."

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N shows up at Bokuto's door and they decide that everything will be alright. They have each other, what more could they need?

𝐚/𝐧 : AAAAAAAAA IT'S DONEEEE!!!!! i mean there's an epilogue going up tomorrow but we're just gonna pretend that doesn't exist for now:D i hope this wasn't a bad ending:< i didn't want it to seem rushed, but i felt like if i prolonged the agony for another chapter, everyone (including me) would be so sick of my melodramatic writing. so yea!! that's the official end but there's a tiny tiny epilogue to end things on a sweet note coming out tomorrow. it's been so much fun reading everyone's responses to this series so big fat kisses to you all for sticking around. i'm rambling now but yea this has been a blast<33

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☏ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦!

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Bakugou x reader (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, cursing, angst, fwb, mentions use of alcohol, pining

Word count: 1,477

A/N: ahaha enjoy? Aaaaaaaaa this was my first angst 👀 I was just in jamming to some sad boy music and felt the need to write. This is just a little bit shorter but I hope you guys still like it. Characters are all 18+

Here is part two 👀: pt.2

Sweat drips from his chest. The room burning up and the smell of sex was prominent. His rough hands grip your waist, fingertips digging into the soft skin, sure to leave bruises in the morning. Lips on your neck leaving open kisses where ever he could reach. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest, almost as loud as the thunder outside of the window. It was pouring outside, yet you barely hear it over the sounds coming from inside.

Your back against his soft sheets, arched as he pounds into you, filling you with every thrust. This arrangement had been going on for about five months now. Calling each other up to come over whenever you needed to let off some steam or just wanted a good time. You had both known each other since high school and agreed on being fuck buddies one drunken night after a party Kirishima dragged the two of you to. The tension between you always high, but that just made the sex that much hotter. The release of emotions, frustrations and just pure hot sex.

He learned every curve of your body, every blemish, every fold. He knew exactly what to do to make your toes curl in bliss. The way his hands grew to expertly travel your body. The way his lips kiss every sensitive spot knowing that it sends electric shocks throughout you. The way he makes you moan his name as if it was the same as breathing air. So natural and easy for you. A smirk always finds its way to his face as he watches you become putty in his fingers, vermilion eyes locked on yours as you come undone. The same red eyes that you were starting to see everywhere.

You could see him in everything. The roses in the flower shop down the road stare into you the same way he does as he watches you undress. The purr of loud cars in the street sending a chill down your spine like how he growls into your ear when you behave. When you step into the coffee shop the familiar smell of caramel surrounding you, caging you in like his broad chest and wide arms.

You couldn’t escape him. Even in your home little trinkets of him left behind after you countless nights together. His favorite coffee in your kitchen. His own set of towels, body wash and shampoo in your bathroom. His very own drawer of spare clothes in your bedroom for emergency exits at midnight. The smell of him permanently on your spare pillow, engulfing you on the rare nights you were alone.

Even here laying underneath him you couldn’t help but stare at him, looking at all the little things you grew to be familiar with. You could recall all of the scars that litter his chest. The way that his face twists with pleasure when your hands tug on his hair. The sounds that leave his lips when you scratch down his back and when you give him massages after particularly rough days.

You couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t keep pretending that you weren’t slowly falling in love for him.

A whimper catches in your throat as he kisses you with such an intense passion. Tongues fighting for dominance, as you felt both of you getting closer to your release. His pace picking up, pushing you over the edge, making you see white as you chase your high. The way you clench around him cause him to groan as he feels you milk out his release as well. You both stay there panting, trying to catch your breaths. Slowly he pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed next to you, his arms under his head as he closes his eyes relaxing. After a few minutes you sit up, pulling your legs off of the side of the bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel a burning sting in your eyes as tears threaten to spill out. You wanted more than this. You didn’t just want to be an object for him to fuck out all of his feelings.

You stood up from the side of the bed and walk over to the pile of discarded clothes and pull on your shirt. As you step into your pants and start pulling them up Bakugou opens his eyes at the sound of clothes moving. He rolls over when he notices you redressing, his brow lifting in confusion.

“Leaving so soon? Ha I thought I’d get at least another round or two in before you couldn’t take anymore” You stayed silent as you continued getting your stuff. There was a burning sensation at the back of your throat as you realized what you needed to do. He let out a chuckle, “Well if it was to much for you today we’ll just have to pick up right here next time.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and spoke up.

“There isn’t going to be a next time.” You barely manage to get out, no louder than a whisper.

“What was that? I can’t fuckin hear you if you don’t use your words princess.” He was laying on his back, his arms behind his head again, a cocky smile on his lips, thinking that you were just being shy. You felt yourself getting angry at his nonchalant response.

“I said there isn’t going to be a next time Katsuki!” Your back to him as your grip on your stuff tightens, tears threating to spill from your eyes.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bakugou was now sitting up looking at you, waiting for you to explain further.

“fuck- I can’t do this” tears start streaming down your face as you run out of his apartment. You make it out the front door as a hand grabs your arm stopping you. You turn around the tears on your face hidden by the streams of rain down your face. “I can’t do this any more Katsuki”

“What do you mean? Did you find someone else or something?” The confusion still on his face.

“When we started this it was just supposed to be some fun for us with no string attached. I was an idiot if I thought it could be like that.” Wet hair sticking to both of you faces as you start getting soaked in the pouring rain.

“Well it can still be like that, nothings changed. Just fuckin come back inside, you’re gonna get sick or some shit out here.” He started pulling on your arm to bring you back inside. You rip your arm out of his grasp taking a step away from him.

“No! You don’t get it..” You pause taking a deep breath, pushing down the nauseous feeling in your throat as you speak up. “I can’t keep doing this with you. Pretending that its just sex. I can’t keep answering your beg and call because I just keep letting myself down, thinking that one time you’re going to want more than just my body. That you’ll wake up and realize how much you want me. That you’ll realize I mean as much to you, as you do to me.”

“But you do mean a-” he tries to speak but you cut him off.

“I love you Katsuki. But I know you... and I know you are never going to feel the same.” You confess to him. The silence between you louder than the rain bouncing off of the buildings. With every second that passes the sting in your eyes worsened. While you had said that you were hoping the blond would prove you wrong, but the ongoing silence was slowly proving you right. You tear your gaze away from the ground to meet his eyes, an unfamiliar look meets you. He goes to open his mouth but quickly closes it at a lose of words.

A sigh falls from you as you turn away from him. “That’s what I had thought... bye Bakugou.” You walk off further into the rain. The rain hides the quiet sobs that manage to escape. Your arms wrap around you as you try to find some comfort, freezing cold. Not from the rain, but from the hole now in your heart. You kept running away, not looking back, because you knew that if you did it’d only be worse.

He watched as you tried to get as far away from him as you could, unable to remove himself from his spot. The words that he wanted to say still stuck in his throat, his inability to let down his guard and let someone in biting him in the ass. So he stood there, soaked in the pouring rain, as he watched as the only person that meant anything to him slipped through his fingers.

A/N:Part two is now up click here to read it (: Pt.2

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 3 years

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Hatesex? Yes. This one a while in, with a sprinkle of ANGST.

Slumped on the sheets with Sal behind you was probably both one of your favorite and least favorite places to be. Favorite, because you never felt as satisfied, as spent, your needs sated, the itch scratched in the way only she could. Least favorite, because it was still her and the soft affection she was giving regardless of your predicament was giving you all sorts of confusion... At least it had for a while now.

She still was a Lord. She still was one of those keeping this village in an iron grip. You didn't even quite recall how this started... Just that one day, you'd needed something from the reservoir, seen her there, in all her shirtless glory, and she'd furrowed her brows at you, but still traded, even though it was obvious you didn't quite like her - and the next thing you remembered was primal, rough sex in her hut.

And with you returning for more every now and then, and her opening her door just all too willingly, that's how it'd been for the past months. Likely not the healthiest relationship... But too good to stop. Too intense to let go.

"Yer good?"

"Mh. Still a bit hard to move, tho."

"Heh. Good."

Her body cuddled further against you, her big hands idly stroking your torso, touching over some of the marks she left on you.

"Yourself?"

"Jus' fine."

You took a shuddering breath and stretched languidly against her body. Knowing this would likely get a rise from her, enjoying the surprised noise from behind you... Just as much as the caress of hands down your front... the entirely unexpected play of her fingers down your ribcage... Or the way Sal pulled your ass against her before one of her hand slid between your legs.

You gasped out as your body reacted instantly. Your thighs shifted apart, allowing her access to you without even thinking, and instead of teasing you for it, Sal kissed your neck.

She'd never used her hands on you like that. Tentacles, yes. Strap, yes. Not her hands. But now, two long, strong fingers met the juices between your legs and gently pressed against your clit, slowly rubbing and sending little shocks of pleasure through your system, making you gasp softly and claw into the pillow you lay on.

"S-sal?"

"Jus' enjoy it, lil' slut."

Her tone so soft that it struck somewhere else and made you close your eyes on a shivering breath, rolling your hips into her touch. She licked over the marks on your shoulders, kissed your neck - so gentle. Why was she being gentle? Weren't you confused enough already?

You felt her prop herself up on her elbow, then her other hand on your cheek, turning her head upwards... And then she kissed the next gasp from your lips.

"Sal-"

"Feel good?"

"Yes, I... aaahh"

Part of you wanted to hate her more for what she made you feel in that moment, but one look at her face let those thoughts vanish into nothing at all. She looked... Warm. Soft. Her fingers rubbed you slowly, carefully due to her nails, and she kissed you again, nipping on your lower lip and pulling your hips back against her with a press of her palm. As she broke the kiss and you looked at her, her eyes were opened, the yellow glow seemingly richer than usual.

What was this? What was she doing? Why was she... What had gotten into your primal, rough hate-lover for her to act like this?

Yet part of you couldn't complain. Didn't want to complain. Not with the warm strength of her arms around you, her steady breathing a gentle rise and fall against your back, with her fingers slowly building more pleasure inside you... And with the way she kissed you again.

Rolling your hips into her hand, you held her against you, nibbling on her lower lip as her nails ran down your front and made you shiver and gasp, her tongue sliding into your mouth as you did.

"More."

Nothing but a whimper, yet Sal obliged without even making you beg for it. Fingers increasing pace and pressure until your reactions showed her what felt best. And she kept at it until you came again. Not as hard as usual, not with the numbing ecstasy, the crashing tidal wave... But with a gentle euphoria that spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes, filling all your nerves with prickling bliss and the air of the bedroom with your hitched, muffled cry of pleasure.

As you slumped against her, Sal held you closer. Kissed every inch of skin she could reach, stroking your front just like she had earlier, just gentler. With a breathless chuckle, you bit her lower lip and pulled back a bit.

"I hate you."

She didn't say it back as usual, not even with the slightly joking tone that had slid under the words within the last few times.

And when you looked at her in confusion, the expression in her face was not one of hate in the slightest. Her eyes were deep as they met yours.

Regretful.

Longing.

Caring.

Affectionate.

Filled with an emotion you didn't even dare name.

Fuck.

And they widened as you pulled away in shock, scooting to the other edge of the bed and sitting up with your hands crossed in front of the irregular beating in your chest.

"Tell me this isn't true."

"I-"

She interrupted herself, looking away and biting her lip.

"No."

You whispered as you felt your heart sink into your stomach. She couldn't have- you couldn't have- no.

"Tell me it isn't true!"

"I can't."

Sal sounded defeated as she sat up on the bed, running a hand through her hair and swallowing as she looked at you, seemingly at a loss for words even if her lips moved.

You needed to get out. Now.

No hand rose to stop you as you collected your clothes or put them on. No words tried to make you stay as you practically ran out of the bedroom and slid into your shoes and coat before storming out into the rain, tears burning on your cheeks that you didn't know the origin of entirely.

Loss?

Sympathy?

Disappointment?

And as you stopped with burning lungs and looked back at the hut... you saw Sal stand in front of it with wet pants clinging to her hips and legs, looking after you, raindrops running down her mostly naked body.

And you realized it was fear.

She'd fallen in love with you.

Who was to say the same thing hadn't happened to you as well?

Oooh godsss.. aaaaaaaaa... fuck.. the angst 😭 Poor Sal 😭 hdfjdksjsksks... I'm just.. fuuuu 😭😭😭😭 Alright, dear... angst it is 😭😭

No.

NO.

The word spun unhindered through your mind, fueling your speed as you tried to get as far away from Sal's hut as possible. It couldn't be. You refused to believe it. Your feet barely touching the ground as you practically ran back to the village. Heated tears in the corners of your eyes as you cursed at her. How could she even.. ? What would make her think… ? You screamed out in frustration. The crisp air around you doing nothing to stifle the boiling heat that was taking over you.

“What the FUCK, Sal.”

You didn’t care how many people looked at you along the way, how many stared at you as you muttered curses in her name, screaming like a mad woman trying her best to come to terms with reality.

And in retrospect, you should have known. You should have seen it coming. You had denied it to yourself that she’d been growing warmer towards you, kinder even. That your aftercare sessions had been growing longer and longer, that the burning desire that once fueled the deep glow in her eyes had been accompanied by something different lately. Something softer.

This time you cursed yourself.. for not seeing it sooner.. for refusing to believe it when you did… for whatever the fuck it was you did to make her fall in love with you in the first place. You felt feverish by the time you had made it back to your house, covered in a slick sweat and swearing to yourself that you’d never speak to her again - that if you never laid your eyes on her again, it’d be all too soon.

But once the heated tears of the nights passed, and you felt your heart begin to ache for her… just a little at first.. until the days became too long without her.. until the stars didn’t shine quite the same.

And even though the many bite marks and scratches that decorated your body began to heal, you could still feel her lips upon your skin.. her teeth within your flesh. And you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for much longer.. knew that until you saw her again, her face would be all that you saw every time that you closed your eyes. That you’d hear her chuckle floating across a breeze whenever it got a little too quiet.

And you hated that she made you feel all these things at once.. hated that she had made you feel anything at all. Yet, you knew one thing for certain.. that you didn’t hate her. Not in the slightest. Not even at all.

Your mind swirled with possibilities as you started the long walk back to her hut, as you tried to count how many steps it took to get there - doing your best to keep your mind busy - only to lose count after a thousand. The soft crunch of tiny rocks under your feet the only sound to fill your mind as you carried yourself on in silence.

The length of your arms wrapped securely around your body as you grew closer and closer to the reservoir, going over in your mind exactly what you were going to say. Would she believe you? Forgive you? Welcome you back into her hut and invite you in for tea? You were certain she made great tea, and had always wanted the chance to try it.

You took a deep steadying breath as you walked along the water’s edge. The tendrils of smoke that swirled from her chimney made you wonder if maybe she had just baked something.

With a hopeful smile across your face as you finally made it to her front door, you raised your hand to knock on the weathered wood of it - and that's when you heard it. Your heart sinking a little in your chest as it came again - a little louder this time - almost causing you to blush. A deep bliss filled moan ringing out from the other side of the door. And it wasn’t Sal’s.

Fuck.. this hurt... 😭😭😭😭😭

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #genderbent sal #genderbent sal x reader #aaaaaa #fuck #my heat #😭😭😭😭😭#just why #djdjdksjsms #re8 asks

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sapphire-innit · 3 years

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DRISTAAAAA TIMEEE

VOD: TommyInnit Speaks To Dream’s Sister AGAIN

(rp): Drista!! I love this chaotic child and am looking forward to seeing the children bully each other lmao. I especially love the mythos around Creative mode, and that the most benevolent god on the Dream SMP is just as likely to ban you as hand you a shulker box lol.

I do wonder how in character cc!Tommy is going to be able to stay during this stream: on one hand he’s a master at staying in character even during lh moments, and on the other Exile arc is some Dark Shit and Dristas like what, 14?? Overall I expect this to be one of the lighter streams, with a smattering of moments where we remember that, oh right, Tommy’s pretty actively suicidal at this point and he sees this as one of his last hurrahs.

Speaking of our boy Tommy: it's very clear we are getting closer and closer to the infamous pillar. He switches rapidly between Fight and Fawn reflexes and has mostly internalized Dream’s treatment and conditions at this point. The one stand out moment being him calling out Dream killing Mexican Dream last stream, and pointing out he was changing his story even when Dream tried to lie and say he died of “a drug overdose [...] or natural causes”. I’m curious if Tommy is going to bring it up again, and even more curious if he eventually believes Dream about it; something to watch out for, for sure. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this moment of rebellion happened right after he had someone both stand up for him and spend time with him that wasn’t actively hostile or going to end (supposedly, at least by intention)

Hey we didn’t start off drowning for once!! cc!Tommy was also singing, though that could have been mostly out of character as well. Still, remarkably in a better mood, he even mentions having an appetite! You love to see it, and it's clearly because he’s looking forward to Drista’s visit

He’s building a log tower and on one hand, Tommy building Towers is a natural state of being, and on the other…. I know the pillar is coming and I am scared

A mention of the Anti-Dream hole… I still worry about when exactly and how Dream is going to find it. Still, I’m glad it exists, both for Tommy having a space for things important to him, as well as what it represents about his mental state re:not giving over completely to Dream

DRISTA!!!! LOL she was already online we didn't even see her join LOL. CHAOS GREMLIN she just flew over in creative mode and started wrecking shit, as is her right lmaoooo

“You massive jer--, (quieter) whats a nicer way…, YOU MASSIVE DICKHEAD” oh, Tommy..

I like how he tries to punch her even when shes CLEARLY IN CREATIVE MODE ADSADASD

The violence inherent in fourteen year olds,,,, adsfsadfsdfds

I hate this conversation why is this the conversation asdffdsfsd TEENAGERS

DREAM YOUR NOT EVEN A TEENAGER WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING THE SAME LOGIC

Well SHE can destroy the obsidian asdfsdfds She just Spleefs

“What would Dream do” Probably worse lets be honest

Is he actually gonna go back to L’manburg?? I don’t believe it but I also want :(

Again with the stabbing

AND DOWN HE GOEEEESSSS

“I have the fork, but I'm also killing you” afsafsdfdsf Tommy why are you wearing your good shit omg

Lol cc!Dream trying to defend his character for mocking Tommy’s accent adsfsdfds “I would NEVER” in the totally not believable tone lmaoooo

DID SHE REALLY GO AT HIM WITH A FORK I'M FUCKING DYING DSAFDADSFDS

“I will take it from you and I’ll kill him”... I have so many thoughts about how this works in lore. Is Drista possessing Dream? He can kick her out clearly, but she still has God Powers…

Lol and now SHES mocking his accent lmaoooo (... is it bad she sounded pretty close to me? lol)

Adsfdsfswd casual chaos Drista just broke the Nether Portal

Asking Drista to stop destroying things is a big ask to be honest lmaoo. Also she seems to be at least somewhat informed that ‘Dream is not supposed to be nice to Tommy’ or at least seemed hesitant to do /weather clear

GOD THE LAVA BUCKETS AND THE POTION OF HARMING adsfsdfsdf

“Tommy [beheaded him] actually… and killed Mexican Dream” Dream you motherfucker

“How to Sex 3” THE PANIK!!!!!! From Both cc!Dream and Tommy!!! This server is Not Child Friendly lol (Doesn’t…. That not even include sex things…. afasfsd)

Honestly I can’t stop smiling this is so wholesome somehow even with all the cursing and violence

Pigstep IS a bop, Tommy is right

“Just let him, just let him this one time” :(

“Tommy I still have the Fork” Drista totally willing to stab her brother to visit L’manburg

HE TOOK THE FORK ASDASDAS

Yes, closing your eyes will totally protect you from Forks lol

“I don’t need school, I dropped out” Is this Lore Crumbs, is this Lore

HEYYYY ITS THE BEDROCK, the one piece of bedrock he has lol, I think he still has that in current day right?

Drista is writing her name in BEDROCK adsfsdfds “I’m not going to be able to get rid of that actually” “That's the Point”

LOL SHe also recognized the burrito as from Mos lmaooo

Somehow “I really want to go to the other place.. I don��t know why he won’t let you” hit hard… it was def ooc, and she doesn’t have the full context, but still… its just someone else wanting and asking for Tommy to be able see L’manburg…

Afsdfsd the Small Gasp when she spleefs herself omgg

HES THERE!!! HES THERE!!!!!! L’MANBURG!!!!!!

Punz!!! WHY!!!! Were you there bc Drista might let Tommy through, was this a safeguard for the LORE. Also he’s currently working for Dream directly right, as a merc?

Drista trying to save Tommy!!!! Punz why are you winning a fight with someone in creative adfsadfsd He’s too good lol

They have negotiated a visit… I’m so emotional I wasn’t expecting this…. No one told me we got a real L’manburg visit !

BIG Q SHES FOURTEEN!!! Omg they didn’t tell him it was Drista. BIG Q!!! BIG Q DON’T SELL HER DRUGS

“He was Naked” good for you Drista, good for you. There’s something so hilarious about Drista just stabbing Quackity over and over again cause she’s uncomfortable lol (as is her right)

LOL THE FINAL KILL WITH MAGIC WHEN HE’S ALREADY DROWNING IM

Wha --- what video was it????? What is this Tommy picture on the Technoganda???

….”are you sure I’m allowed here” Dream’s conditioning is strong :(

“At many minute I could get mugged” To be Fair Tommy, that was true before

Did Tommy just suggest spawning in a Wither asdfsdfds

DRISTA DOG ARMY!!!! Aww and Tommy has one too~

THE BENCH!! THE HOUSE!!! Aaaaaaaaa He’s sitting on the bench nature is HEALING

AAAAAAAA A BLAZE!!!! Pfffft

…. Who destroyed the front of Tommys house?

,,,,Drista what are you doing with that soULSAND

“OK we'll turn on him” adsfsdfsd

OH HEY TECHNO!!! Lol “Oh god he meant me” fucking mood big man

……. Tubbo hallucination……… fuck

LOL HE COMBAT LOGGED “YOU CALL THAT COMBAT” I'M

To be fair, logging against a /kill is probably the only way to get away lmao

…...F

“Getting thrown off a cliff is literally how Theseus died!!” lol its also hilarious to me that Tommy def does not remember being called that. Personally I don't think it fits him super well anyway, but I do like it as something Techno calls Tommy, that shows how much he misjudges Tommy's character and intentions. No heroes here, just a kid trying to do good by their friends and what they care about

Techno actually looking up how to kill someone in creative mode

…. :( I just want my actual clingyduo content this is meeeeannn

OH HEY TECHNO …. You fucker he would and it would be HILARIOUS (get mad if Drista opped Techno that is lol)

….

IS THIS WHY THEY’RE BEDROCK BROS????? BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE DRISTA BEDROCK??????????????????????????

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS ???

LOL TRUE DUO SUPREMACY TUBBO’S GOT TECHNO'S BEDROCK

Oh F Techno got him with the Obliterator lmaoooo

“I have 114 levels PLEASE” asdfdasfsdf

LOL Tubbo with the TNT there's our nuke boy, I'll take my crumbs where I can get them

THE SHULKER HOLY SHIT

“Don't let someone get it!!”” ADSFDSAFSDFDS they all tuRN CC REAL QUICK WHEN THE SHULKER BOXES COME OUT

Awesamdudes like: MORE PLEASE AFDASFDSF

Techno immediately snitching about Elytra and dRISTA GETTING THE ACHIEVEMENT

EVERYONE SNITCHING IN CHAT I'M!!!! DREAMS REACTION ASDFSDFDSF

Drista being the chaotic giver of illegal gifts is so fucking good I'M THRIVING

THE RUN ON PUNZ !!!! omg

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate Tommy being allowed around people <3 <3 This is so wholesome and good and chaotic as all hell

“I thought I was Tom Cruz for like a whole week” ...TOMMY??

LOL SHE BANNED TECHNO OMG

Dristas on a banning Rampage afsdfsdf

BAN GOGGY OMGGG

Omg shes actually making a wITHER DASDASDFAS

Oh no poor Tubbo I didn’t know he was liVE

319k viewers jeezus

Awwwww Techno hyping up Wilbur's song :) that's so sweet actually

…………….Fuck you Dream :( saw the chance to Twist the Knife in c! And TOOK IT

LOL THE FUCKING FORK IS THE BEST BIT LOLLLL

Lol ironically the Bedrock bros song is the oNE COPYRIGHTED ONE, god why did Minecraft ever copyright Pigstep what a shit move honestlyyy

Pigstep fucking goING TO TECHNO LOLLLLLL “this is the most powerful item on the server since it DMCA’s people”

LOL PUNZ TRYING TO STEAL ANOTHER SHULKER

Poor Sam he actually has to BUILD give this man a SHULKER

Lol Everyone wants a shulker so much

….aww he tried to toss the pigstep disc lmaooo DRISTAS LITERALLY HOLDING IT Scaaaaaammmmed

Drista “I NEED IT ON HAND” So committed to violence !!!

The fucking creepers on the way out omg fuckign PERFECT

LOL TOMMY WASN’T READY FOR THE TURN AROUND ON CURSING LMAO You can tell he's always been the youngest who people aren't sure how much they can curse around lmao He's so soft honestly he talks such a big game and then CRUMBLES when called on it lol

Asfdsfs she fell through the same hole again afsdfsdfsd

Drista has been introduced to a Weapon and she’s gotten ATTACHED lmaooo

Wait HOLD THE PHONE Dream has multiple sisters??? Lol

“Yeah I like Shit” Dream: “whAT???”

Bye Drista it’s been nice!!! I hope she had a good time, she seems like a good kid (who is definitely not a content creator lol though she keeps up admirably)

Drista’s one of the few people who can make Tommy speechless lmaooo he looks actually shocked lol

Also first mention of GhostInnit…. cc!Tommy…..

Keep preparing…. Was his original plan to rush Dream even if (maybe especially if…) he died? Fuck man

Also holy shit was this stream right before Quackitys? ? amazing

This was honestly such a BLAST and a really good time, and I can see why its viewed as one of the few breaks we get during Exile :) I feel so refreshed and it was so so nice to have Tommy hanging out in L’manburg having fun with his friends (even if Tubbo was stuck being a Hallucination and Also Banned lol) No deeper insight, I just haven’t stopped smiling for an hour and a half <3

#dream smp liveblog #dsmp exile arc #tommyinnit #drista #technoblade #dreamwastaken #the shulker man the SHULKER #Ive been hearing about that for AGES glad to see the actual footage

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dangermousie · 3 years

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CFC 126

1. Awww, poor HY just conks out eventually and XQC feels it’s safe to resume driving. He is wondering what HY is hiding and I love so much that he now cares enough to want to know and to fix things, a far cry from “if you die, I’ll visit your grave” of days past (justified tho it was.)

2. The reason he left kid HY that book with the two ossified person was the closest he could come to telling HY he was not alone and there was another patient; I love that it’s made explicit.

3. XQC finds his lab sheet (from when he had to go to ER after ch 53 stuff) in HY’s book and gets angry but then sees that HY wrote “XQC I am sorry” on the back over and over and over covering the entire back of the page and clearly done at different times. Talk about an image that says a thousand words. And XQC is all “whatever, we agreed to let bygones be bygones I guess” and he is much more broadminded than I am.

4. AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA XQC FINDS OUT ABOUT HE YU THROWING HIMSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW after XQC refused to come back and be his psychiatrist. AAAA!!! This chapter is everything!

5. I love that XQC is feeling so complicated about things - because HY did do awful stuff but also genuinely was dependent on him and did good stuff too, and the fact that he has progressed to wanting HY to get better is huge imo. Also, thank you for not smoking for once!

6. HY finally wakes up, terrified he hurt XQC and calling for him but he doesn’t expect to see XQC there and yeah, he’s falling apart, shaking and telling him not to come closer (because what if he harms XQC) and just - what a terrible mess. For which his parents are, of course and as always, not around. And poor HY, so terrified, trying to push XQC away because he’s scared he’ll kill him, even if he’s dying (literally, with his condition) for the lack of him and just GUUUUUH

7. XQC clarifying again that no, kid HY was not a burden, that is not why he walked away back then etc etc I love it so much (because it keeps gnawing at HY)

8. I love that XQC says he hasn’t forgotten what HY did to him in the club but he also hasn’t forgotten what he did in the archives and in the flooded compartment either (and of course that they are both mental ebola patients.) I think the reason I love it so is because it shows that XQC’s ultimate attitude and judgment takes everything into account and balances it - HY’s worst lows and HY’s highest highs; nothing is disregarded or swept under the rug because narrative convenience or looooove or whatever else like in lesser novels.

9. HY losing it, and trembling (he is shaking through so much of his chapter, literally shaking) and begging XQC not to force him to tell him what’s wrong with him and XQC feeling so terrible and guilty (and I love the description of a needle pricking his heart; you do care for him, you do!) and just !!!! This chapter is so much pain.

10. XQC talking about how he feels he failed HY, that QCY saved him but he is failing to save HY (and guh, how like XQC to blame himself for not being good enough to save someone, not believe that that person is just too weak/etc to be saved.) And when he talks about when he told HY he was disappointed in him back way when, but he’s also disappointed in himself. I love that they are genuinely talking. This is the frankest, most open XQC has ever been with anyone. But when he apologizes to HY - apologizes!!!!! - that he met XQC instead of QCY and he couldn’t help him MY HEART OMG YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!

11. And he’s about to walk away but HY grabs his hand and is crying on his hand and I am fucking DYING this chapter is emotional woodchipper.

12. And HY is now kissing him and sobbing and even his voice is shaking OMG and he tells XQC “You have done nothing wrong. You have never done anything wrong” and I am a puddle puddle puddle on the floor.

13. When he tells him “it’s because I love you,” I died. The way Meatbun describes his utter breakdown, and how he can’t hide his feelings any more even though he knows all he’s likely to get is rejection/mockery/etc - just the sheer abnegation of it. And how he keeps repeating over and over “I can’t control it” and saying that it’s not XQC’s fault (the way he tries to absolve him; as he should but still the selflessness contrasting with his early solipsistic behavior) and he tried so hard not to love him and just !!!!!

14. “I...I don’t have any good points...but I dare to like you.” BURIED I AM BURIED

This whole confession is utterly and completely just HY bleeding his soul out in front of XQC. And I love how XQC is so stunned and at a loss and he so did not expect it and it’s his turn to stammer and ask if it’s true and AAAAAA!

#cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat #case file compendium

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bakugoukatsuki-rising · 4 years

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Hi! Welcome to me rambling! AAAAAAAAA

On one hand, I don't think that nothing romantic has to happen in bnha, but I'd be amazing to be able to finally see homoromantic relationships out in the open for once. Not because of the shipping itself, but more like a door opener for other artists. An opportunity to make it a natural thing, like it should have always been.

They gay community is so used to having so little in the wide and general social community, specially when it comes to cinematography, that even if nothing happened we'd probably be like "that's sucks, but I'm used to it so-"

Bnha wouldn't even have to have established relationships, but it certainly be nice to see some pieces of information that could confirm it. Personally, the bkdk relationship is the one that calls me out the most because of their large and well in depth development they have always got going on, but I'd be really, really strange for such a big manga to do anything like that, specially with the basically two main characters.

It's true that there have been trans characters, and that the possibility of something happening is higher than in other cases, but well. Its difficult to put your hopes up.

Wouldn't it be more fitting that if something were to happen, to make it happen with other characters a little bit more on the background?

It's just, I'm all for bi deku, but he'd only really seemed romantically interested in girls, hasn't he? All the blushing and stuff? That's never happened because of a guy, not that he could be like. A late bloomer. Or that they'll just let it until the end of the manga.

But well, it's just that the times Deku's been embarrassed by someone in that sense, it's always been because of a girl.

If they made mirio and tamaki official, it would make so much sense, but with the bkdk ship, it's just that it seems like there's no room open for romance there at all.

Their relationship has been much more about becoming best friends other than anything, right? Like, that's the goal.

Hhhhhh I don't know, I suppose I don't want to believe too much, because what actual evidence would be actually have?

What do you think op? Sorry about the long text ^^;; thank you for reading and for your time.

Blushing and being embarrassed in front of people does not equate to liking or romantic feelings. Every time he has blushed around girls, it is mostly out of embarrassment, it has no direct correlation to romance, so him getting shy and blushing around girls doesn’t really mean much of anything to me, honestly.

I think the feelings Bakugou has for Deku and Deku has for Bakugou is so much deeper and more profound than any ‘friends’ I’ve ever met. I mean sure, I absolutely love my friends and would fight and die for them no doubt, but there’s a level deeper when it comes to those two. There is history, deep and powerful, and emotions stemming from years of being by the other’s side. Even if things weren’t always good.

They’re childhood friends after all, from basically infancy.

His brief moments of being flustered around girls could never compare to what he feels to Bakugou, not in a million years. Even if it is just platonic, Bakugou will always be the forefront on Deku’s mind, and that’s canon. His priority has always been to be closer to Bakugou, and to surpass him, but his feelings are so much more than that.

The only issue is, neither of them have ever been able to properly express those deep-seated feelings, and so neither really even understand the other properly. If we think things between them are powerful now, when those feelings come out, it doesn’t matter HOW Deku reacts around girls, it isn’t going to compare to his relationship with Bakugou.

It doesn’t have to be romantic and shoved in our faces, but I can see as they come together more as a duo and partnership, we’ll see more of their closeness, and it’ll definitely be inferred that their friendship isn’t just an average friendship, but something more.

#bnha #mha #bkdk #bakudeku #anon #asks

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botheredbuck · 4 years

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AAAHHHH THEY'RE FIANCES!!!!!! Thank you for providing me with my ballum fandom squealing, your fics are actually inspiring to start writing fic again! Here's some asks to help get you out of any potential dip: WEDDING HEADCANONS??? (besides our queen Lexi as bridesmaid/wedding planner extraordinaire obvs) FAVE SCENE??? Finally, what do you think they would have done if there was no covid restrictions (will there ever be such a day?). Love and doves x

AAAAAAAAA THEYRE FIANCES!!!

(i will never be over this- please i need them to call each other fiances in the next few eps pls i need it so bad)

I’m so glad you enjoy my fics haha thank you!! it’s really cool that i inspired you to write again what!! that’s awesome <3

OKAY WEDDING HCS THO

- i need so many parallels. like so many. please.

- i need lexi to just be like, all over it. i really want jay to be ben’s best man, and stuart to be callum’s (and mick to walk callum down the aisle because yes please), and then lexi to be like chief bridesmaid.

- very specific but i want them in blue. don’t ask me why i couldn’t tell you. i just want them in blue pls (and fairy lights and candles? idk just s o f t)

- it’s not so much a wedding thing but like also i need them to have a convo about ben’s paul ring, and whether ben replaces it for one for callum (personally i want him to take it off for cal, but like still wear it as a necklace sometimes or like still keep it somewhere)

- ben takes jay and lexi to help pick out the rings (mainly bc lexi says he cannot pick them out himself because youre hopeless, dad) and gets all emotional about it and then he brings them home to callum who has a bit of a moment (because of the parallels with whitney omg someone stop me)

- they have a joint stag but end up running off halfway through it to *ahem* enjoy themselves, because hey, it’s them (stuart is disappointed but not surprised)

- they both write their own vows (because they would, duh) and callum doesn’t struggle at all. the words just flow. ben ends up writing something, but he just wings it on the day

- (safe to say everyone’s sobbing)

- okay since this is an ee wedding, it’s highly likely but- i kinda really want it to be a drama fest. like preferably they have the ceremony and like actually get married and then just the after bit is like actual chaos, like mother highway turns up (I WANT MORE HIGHWAY PAST STUFF PLS) or the police do or something like that, i kinda just reall want drama yanno?

- ben and callum argue over what their first dance is gonna be and it’s between an ed sheeran song (callum’s side, im tempted by either perfect or wake me up) and ben’s choice, which is you matter to me from waitress (this just came to my head bc i was listening to waitress earlier and ben would totally suggest something like that. callum ends up getting his way, a la the comments made tonight about callum getting his way at least a couple times.

- ben does the groom’s speech (it’s hilarious and adorable and embarrassing and most people are crying by the end of it because he’s just so in love goddamit), mick does the father’s speech (again absolutely hilarious, full of halfway era references, and jay does a speech too (because i said so, and it’s literally just like 5 minutes of him embarrassing ben)

- they also end up disappearing once or twice during the reception to, *ahem* enjoy themselves, because they’re husbands and they’re allowed.

- phil stands up to do a speech at one point and everyone’s just kinda like oh god here we go but it actually ends up being really sweet and him talking about how much happier he knows ben is with callum, and how proud of him he is and ben ends up crying (’i am not crying, cal’ ‘ben there’s literally tears all down your face-’ ‘i will divorce you’)

anyway i will shut up i could go on forever i just ✨husbands✨

OKAY favourite scene tonight? i think it’s gotta be the proper actual proposal, like the one at the end where they finally fuckin say yes and it’s just like,,, im losing my mind. also the comment that lexi makes during that about other dad just,,, makes me feel things okay.

okay so!! i dont think it actually would have been that different without covid, i think they would have just been more touchy feely? i think the actual story of the failed proposals and all that feels very them, and i dont think they would have changed it that much without covid. but yeah i think they would have been just closer through all of it, and we might have been slightly more likely to have rings? like both of them getting down on one knee and like exchanging rings? idk i actually don’t think it would have been too much different, i honestly loved it heh, it felt very them

anyway this was actually really nice to write and think about and i apologise for the long post but like,,, thank you so much for leaving an ask lovely!! <3

(also i dont know if the love and doves thing was an intentional thing about my url but if so i loved it ahkjddkj)

#ballum #eastenders #ben x callum #answered asks #ladyofbebbanburg #leo writes hcs

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damienthepious · 4 years

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im..... aaaaaaaaa

A Moment As An Optimist (chapter 2)

[ch 1] [ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, Forbidden Love , (alas…….), miscommunication followed quickly by communication

Summary: It is one of Damien’s favorite events of the entire year, all revelry and romance and joy, and he cannot wait to share it with his lovers. Or- with one of them, at least.

Chapter Summary: He promised he would not spend his evening moping. However, Arum is a notorious and consummate liar.

Chapter Notes: This is too soft even for me. I literally can't read it again or i'll fucking evaporate. byeeeeeee.

Arum tries to sleep. He does. Not particularly long after they leave him, in fact, Arum sighs and sags and gives up pretense, gives up any illusion that he is doing anything at all besides thinking about the humans, thinking about the celebration he cannot possibly join them in, thinking about the dance they cannot share, thinking about how- how beautiful they always look, together, how beautiful they look without him-

He gives up the pretense, and he curls up in bed.

Sleep fails to find him, though.

How many more such nights will there be, in his future?

How many more celebrations, how many dances, how many embraces will he be summarily excluded from? It is none of their faults-

He curls his arms around his own chest, a tangled parody of an embrace.

It is none of their faults. But the world, such as it is, will always hold Arum away from so large a part of their lives. When already Arum is a new and awkward third to their years of familiarity and knowledge and understanding-

Arum cannot resist the slow bleed of helplessness in his chest, the distinct sensation of inevitability. It has been some time since he has felt the feeling so sharply. Not since the early days, when their relationship felt so tenuous and fragile and Arum himself felt so certain of failure, not since those days has he felt so... resigned. His bond with the both of them can never possibly measure against their bond with each other, least of all while they are busily creating new memories and new bonds with each other while Arum-

While Arum curls and waits, wide-eyed and sleepless, for them to return to placate his hurt.

A recipe for resentment, if ever Arum has heard of one. He, resenting their happiness without him and despising himself for it. They, despite their kindness, their understanding- certainly they will tire of expending their energy in the pursuit of his elusive comfort eventually. His ill-nursed wounds will become their burden, with time, and one day they will look at him and they will sigh and their frustration with him will outweigh their affection.

Damien nearly chose not to leave at all. Nearly insisted upon staying, in fact, because the little poet is more compassion than good sense, and he is kinder by far than Arum deserves.

Arum cannot stop thinking of that. Of the cruelty in his own hands, the potential to dig his claws into the pair of them and drag them down into the dark with him, of how easy it would be to ply Damien with guilt and keep the pair of them all to himself-

An obvious cruelty. He would never forgive himself, of course, and he is certain as well that such efforts would only cause their resentment towards him to fester even more, in the long term.

He curls into an even tighter ball, hissing between his teeth.

Amaryllis would scowl at him and flick him in the nose if she knew how ridiculous he's being, at the moment. But then, she is not here, is she? The entire issue is that he is alone, and they are hand in hand somewhere beyond his reach, and Arum does not believe in fate but this certainly feels like what is meant to be.

Foolish. He squeezes his eyes shut, and then he wastes what feels like nearly an hour attempting not to think at all.

He gives up on sleep at long last, as he gave up on working earlier in the evening, and he drags himself from the bed with a heavy sigh. The Keep accommodates gently, no hint of teasing in its voice as it opens the way to his greenhouse, giving him soft bioluminescence to light his way.

He walks slowly, carefully, picking his way between the foliage and distracting himself with all the numerous marks of Amaryllis' hands upon this part of his home, the little labels she has affixed to sticks stuck like miniature flags in the dirt beside the less easily identifiable herbs, the cartoonish unhappy faces she has used to demarcate the more... deadly of his floral charges, the even rows of newer greenery she has introduced-

It only hurts a little, her fingerprints in his soil without her presence in fact. He is unsure whether or not he should feel lucky, that Damien's presence here is so much more ephemeral. If Arum allowed himself, he could still his mind enough to hear the echo of honeysuckle's poetry, whispering between the leaves. He has spoken so many lovely words here, between the trunks and bramble, Arum is certain that they must still be flitting in the shadows like moths and motes.

At least, he thinks, their mark will remain upon his home, upon himself, even after they have grown tired of humoring him.

He is unsure how long a time he has expended in this melancholy observation before he feels the Keep hum, before he feels a small spike of delight from the structure. After a moment, however, it goes oddly quiet. Suspiciously so, perhaps.

Arum raises an eyebrow, frowning vaguely upward.

"What?" he grumbles. "What are you up to now?"

It hums noncommittally, hedging, and Arum's frown deepens.

"What do you mean, nothing? You cannot hide from me, you enormous fool. What are you up to?"

It pauses for a long moment. Arum feels the silence as if the creature is holding up a metaphorical finger, and his impatience spikes, his frill fluttering as he gives a warning snarl, but the Keep ignores him for nearly another minute before he feels it pulse with a strange little shiver of excitement and-

He scowls. Something like mischief. Never a good sign, where his Keep is concerned.

"Do not give me that mood. I demand you explain yourself, you gigantic meddling-"

It opens a doorway before he can finish the sentence, and Arum is surprised first of all to realize that it is only showing him the way to the other side of the greenhouse, to the section dominated mostly by thick-trunked trees (which Amaryllis insists on labeling as the orchard), and as Arum stomps through with a snarl half formed into further complaints, the words disappear from his lips.

His Keep has strung vines among the branches above, lighting the wide, leaf-strewn space with blooming bursts of warm orange bioluminescence, and standing together beneath that canopy, Arum's humans are smiling, hand in hand.

He has never seen them dressed so elegantly. The rich blue and soft brown of Damien's kurta ripples in the light as he turns, smiling, the subtle weave of the silk only barely catching the eye with a near-imperceptible floral pattern. Amaryllis glows just as brightly, draped in a warm brown that matches the accent of Damien's clothes, glittering with carefully woven beads in an asymmetrical river curling down from her shoulder to her waist.

Arum remembers, when the portal closes at his back, to breathe, and then he remembers after another moment how to speak.

"I... y-you are... you have returned much... much earlier than I expected," he manages. Eventually.

Amaryllis grins a little too wide, visibly pleased with herself, and then she pats Damien's arm and the knight, his own eyes gleaming and soft, steps closer to Arum himself as Amaryllis tugs lightly on one of the nearby vines.

"I'm glad that we have found you still awake, my lily," Damien says softly, his tone utterly earnest, and Arum struggles to think beyond the pounding of his heart. "I feared that we may have left you alone for too long."

"O-oh?" Arum blinks, and then shakes his head quickly. "I- rather. I told you, honeysuckle, I have been perfectly- perfectly fine. What are you-"

"Just trust us for one sec," Amaryllis says, flashing him a sharp, striking smile, and Arum's words vanish yet again. Her smile softens at whatever look she has stunned onto his face, and then she reaches up, placing her recorder in the bell of a large pale flower the Keep has provided, gently amplifying the whirring sound of the machinery kicking on throughout the space as the Keep lowers the bioluminescence even further, slipping towards the quality of candlelight without the flicker.

There we go, Amaryllis' voice says mildly on the recording, and Arum can hear the sound of footsteps on stone, the light chattering of people, the laughter of hatchlings- children, rather-

All the gentle, rumbling murmur of a festival in the evening dimness.

"Amaryllis," Arum says, soft, and the humans step closer. "Did you-"

"Shh," she says, wrapping an arm around Damien as they slip close. "Trust us."

"Would you care to accompany us tonight, Lord Arum?"

Arum feels himself go still, the warmth of the attention of these shockingly gorgeous creatures almost too much to bear, and with a rattle in his chest he manages, just barely, to nod.

They reach, both in the same moment, and take Arum in their arms.

Amaryllis leaves one hand settled at Damien's lower back, the other she slips up over Arum's shoulder, her fingers brushing light along the back of his neck. Damien leans closer, letting his cheek rest on Arum's other shoulder as one hand wraps around his back, the other still clinging to Amaryllis on the other side, a tangled little triangle of limbs further complicated when Arum instinctively lifts his own arms to embrace them in return.

They hold him, they hold each other, and Arum blinks, both pleased and confused, but he does not have time to worry deeply as chattering on the recording quiets only a moment before the music begins.

The song is slow, gentle strings and rumbling drums and something bright and chiming, low murmurs from the crowd overlaying the instruments as the two humans hold him close, and this is- Arum is warm, and held, and he feels overwhelmed in perhaps the best possible way.

"Wh-what are you-"

"Close your eyes," Damien murmurs, his fingertips pressing against the scales of his back.

Arum blinks again in surprise, but after only a breath of pause he obeys, trusting their hands to hold him as he ducks his head.

They begin to sway with him, just slow, and after a long moment of music and murmurs, Damien begins to speak, his tone melodic, reminiscent of a spell.

"We arrive just after the sparring has finished, the feast midway through. The stalls have been cleared from the market square, and the wide tawny and peach flagstones beneath our feet look nearly golden in the light from the lanterns that have been strung in a gleaming, delicate web above our heads, as if the stars themselves have descended to grace us with their light from an orbit we can nearly, nearly touch. They've hung lanterns on the darkened buildings surrounding as well, and the flickering flames touch everything with fingers of light so diffuse and mellow that all within their glow take on the quality of dreams. It is the sort of light that plays across features, that makes movement from stillness, that echoes and accentuates a dance.

"A dance, such as the one we intend to share with you, this night. The musicians enter, smiling and shaking hands with the sparring performers as they pass, and the crowd stills with anticipation and delight as they tune their instruments and confer low about the piece with which they should begin. But then- I suppose you've heard that part already, have you not?"

Arum keeps his eyes closed, feeling their hands, feeling the beat and the way the humans are swaying him along with it, and when he realizes that he cannot make his voice catch he simply nods, certain that Damien can feel the motion.

"They begin with something soft. Our Rilla rolls her eyes, having hoped for a bit more excitement-"

Arum's mouth pulls into a helpless smile as Amaryllis makes a noise of mock-betrayal, jostling the three of them as she swats a hand at the knight, but Damien's voice only goes warmer as he continues.

"But she smiles nonetheless as I take her hand, and we both take yours. Perhaps you frown as well, reluctant to be drawn into the romance of such a moment, but- will you... will you allow us to take your hands, my lily? Will you dance with us?"

His throat is too dry, his heart beating far too fast, but-

"Of c-course I- always, I- you know I will-" he manages, his eyes still dutifully closed, and Damien breathes a laugh.

"Thank you. Thank you for indulging me, my loves-"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"So," he says, and Arum hears the edge of laughter in his voice before he drifts back to his sonorous, enchanting tone. "So, we draw you out into the center of the square, and no one is bothered a single whit, not a single creature looks at us twice. No- this is my story, my lily, and I will tell it how my heart has made it. We are long past such concerns here, in this moment, in this space. The flames paint Rilla's eyes rippling liquid dark, your scales gleam beneath the soft twirl of your cape, and none look our way except to note how beautifully my partners glow. We lift our hands, my love, we take you safe within our arms, and... and together, my love, we dance."

They sway with him, slow and measured, warm and close, and Arum-

Arum can see it. Can see this gleaming fantasy that Damien has woven around them, and the sting is so much duller when Arum can feel their embrace, can feel their hands and their hearts, and he could almost believe himself truly there. Truly included in this part of their lives, their celebration and joy. He could almost believe that if he opens his eyes now, he will see the swirling crowd, miraculously safe, and his humans safe as well in his arms, bathed in billowing lamplight.

I miss him, Damien says on the recording, his voice so terribly small, and Arum's breath catches as he holds the poet tighter.

We left him like an hour ago, Amaryllis says, practical and mild. And we'll be back home as soon as we're done here. She pauses, and then after a moment she sighs. But... yeah. Me too.

Perhaps... Damien says, so soft that the edges of his voice crackle through the mechanism, perhaps, someday...

Someday, Amaryllis agrees, and then Arum can nearly hear her smile. But we'll worry about someday when it's a little closer. Let's just keep working on tonight.

Arum breathes slow, struggling to keep the drumming of his heart under control, struggling not to hold them tighter and tighter and tighter, struggling not to collapse entirely under the weight of his affection, and Arum could still dig his claws into his fear, could still worry over every frayed edge and every moment of potential friction, could set his eyes on the uncertain future and fixate his fear on the idea of these creatures tiring of such beautiful, meaningful efforts for his sake, but-

But Amaryllis is always so much more clever than he, with such a gift for economy of language. Let us keep working on tonight, he thinks, another string of words with the strength of a spell, and then he finally opens his eyes again.

They are still the most beautiful creatures he has ever, ever seen.

"I love you so dearly," he rumbles, and his voice is unsteady, catching on every sharp edge as it comes up, but he cannot bring himself to care. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I cannot love you in the light, as you deserve. It is not right for you to be relegated to solitude and darkness with me while you both burn so brightly-"

"Don't you dare," Damien says, sharp and fierce, and Arum smiles.

"It sounds... beautiful, honeysuckle. It sounds like a dream." He inhales slowly, still feeling the scene that Damien described dancing around him like fireflies in the air. "I- I cannot help but be sorry that I am the cause for you both to have pulled yourselves away from such beauty."

"It is far more beautiful for the sharing," Damien murmurs. "If we wished to stay there, to simply drink in the evening for ourselves, rest assured that we would have done just so, my love."

"We'd rather be right here," Amaryllis says softly, smiling as she brushes her thumb over his cheek, lifting his chin. "With you."

She leans up the rest of the way, kissing him slow and thorough and certain, and when she pulls away Arum feels breathless for more reasons than one.

"Your presence in our lives does not diminish us," Damien says, his voice wavering with feeling. "Do you think I would have looked so closely, remembered so clearly, drunk in the evening with such fervor and care, if I did not wish for the memory to crystallize, if I did not intend to set this gem for you? Arum-" Damien leans back, enough to kiss Arum's cheek once, soft and sweet. "Arum, love is a living thing, nourishing as it is nourished, and even if circumstances are such that we cannot share every moment we wish with you in truth, in the most literal sense, that does not mean that we cannot share our lives. It does not mean that we cannot give ourselves to each other. If our love must exist in the shade to survive, that only means that we must attend to it with more care, that we must nurture each other and our love with every ounce of passion it deserves."

"We love you," Amaryllis says, and her own tone is shockingly full, unsteady, her eyes bright when Arum blinks in her direction. "We love you, and we're better for loving you. And we're gonna keep loving you until you're completely sick to death of us."

Arum barks a laugh, short and surprised, and then he gives up any remaining mirage of self-control and squeezes his arms around the pair of them, lifting them into the air. "You won't be rid of me that easily," he growls, burying his snout in Amaryllis' neck as she yelps a laugh. He spins, still holding them, a slow turn to the rhythm of the song still playing beneath all of their words. "I... I am-" He swallows, nuzzling closer, feeling their laughing breaths and their sturdy hearts beating, safe against him. "I love you. I pity the creature I was before I met you. You- you make me wish to be better, you make me wish to make the world better, for your sakes, and- and I can no longer imagine the shape of my life without you."

"Good thing that won't be a problem, then," Amaryllis says, breathless but still unbothered as she cradles his head in one hand, pressing a kiss to the scales just beside his frill. "Because we aren't going anywhere."

"No," Damien agrees. "Not so long as you will still have us."

#elle's fanfic #a moment as an optimist #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lord arum #sir damien #amaryllis of exile #the keep #[yells in aggressive fluff and comfort]

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