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deesseshesca · 18 days

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PAC : What’s the secret message held in my drafts ? (18+)

What’s the secret message held in my drafts ?

For the one’s still holding on into my past self

Good evening,pretty souls, today we are getting real personal …

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.

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Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18

PILE 1

What’s your sexual essence ?

3 pentacles (reverse), Hierophant (reverse), Empress (reverse), 8 pentacles (reverse), ‘’ I miss making love to you ! I will do anything to hold you again !’’

Check in : Y’all might be infertile or have difficulty conceiving. It could be because of a disease like endometriosis or PCOS. Others may believe you are because y’all been doing the pull out method for at least 3 years now and no kids. Really playing with your luck. Others have been celibate for at least 2 years now.

Good morning pretty souls,

Y’all have a very creative sexual essence. You are down for literally anything. You rarely initiate anything but you are with whatever the vibes are. If your partner is into other people watching then you are. If they are in BDSM, I guess your butt is perfect for some spanking now. If they are into anal or cum play, all of the sudden you 2. Is not in a way to be completely co-dependent because you get off on pleasing and being almost like a sex doll for the person you love. Emphasis on love, because y’all have an extremely low body count (less than 5), because you only ever really get sexually aroused by the person u be loving on. Y’all are bookworms and academic weapons but slutty all together. Also you communicate when you have sex. You don’t mind asking the person you love to move that way or touch like this or even to suck on that. The same way you like to know everything about your partner. You don’t mind asking them how to personally find a way to evolve pleasure for them. A new lover is making their way to you, Pile 2. What can I say ? You are born the irresistible.

Hey pretty souls, If you want to know how to use this energy to attract your future spouse, find your next lover or amplify your receive energy... you can book a reading on my Ko-fi or DM

What ''D'' appointment should you be manifesting ?

PILE 2

Queen cups (reverse), strength, 5 pentacles, 6 pentacles (reverse), ‘’ I tried to replace you, but it did not work out because I'm madly in love with you & I was fighting it ! I know this is divine !’’, ‘’ I’m not happy in my current situation ! I’m miserable without you !’’

First thing that hit me was a sexual fantasy. You dream of having an affair. You are married. You are living the white fence nuclear family dream life. But one random night, you appear in front of your husband's boss, undressing. Looking the fuck good and smelling way too good. Why ? Just because. Like you want to prove yourself you still got it. What I am understanding from this fantasy is that you are NOT ready for commitment. Like you don’t mind the love. But you can ‘t fandom committing. You enjoy being chased and chasing a bit too much. Your reasoning is because: FUCK MAN. I’m hearing: ‘’Since they only see us as a baby machine, I’m only using them as an ATM.’’Ever since they started playing with abortion rights we have been FNF. If

You ever make it to be a wife, you wish to be like Gloria in Modern Family. Rich, Hot and Kept. You are a real life fantasy. You are out here living a totally different life, in the morning you present yourself to be the complete opposite of yourself at night. You might be a stripper by night and student by day. Nobody knows.

M A N I F E S T A T I O N

You need to manifest a ‘’D’’ appointment where you can leave with no remorse. You are giving soft dom. I’m seeing you entering an apartment with the key. Tights on and lingerie under your coat. Makeup looking good and hair slay. Throwing your keys on the counter and walking toward your sub (where you order him to be). He will spend the whole night pleasuring you while you edge him. Like he is so EAGER to please the fuck out you. You don’t care for anything but his tongue. That excites him, the fact that you don't give a damn about him. Then you stand up and get yourself together. Remind him that if he wants to cum you he has to send a deposit. You walk out in peace. You need someone you is eager for you, while you stay detached. Who will do anything to please you without stressing you, while you get your good good.

MEN

You guys fantasize about multiple women being too eager to please you, they dominate you.You want them to slut you out. I am sensing a mommy issue. But the way that you are looking for one. The way that you actually want to feel appreciated. You want girls to go crazy for you, because you want to feel enough. So good that you can’t be ignored.

M A N I F E S T A T I O N

Is not a manifestation no more, is a work in process. I see walking in the strip club looking sharp. Alone enjoying the view, throw some money on one that's worth sharing your fantasy with. The funny tuning you are not going towards the assertive one. You want the innocent one. Like is a challenge for both of you tonight. Y’all going to the VIP room. She gives a good lap dance and you ask her if she is down with your vision. When she gives you her consent it is show time. I don’t sense any intercourse. Just mutual masturbation. Let’s not forget the euphoria of the whole situation will make the whole thing 10x better. You leave after giving a FAT tip. I don’t think you ever talk about that encounter. Like a secret between you and her.

FUTURE SPOUSE MESSAGE 18+

PILE 3

Hapiness, Let it go (reverse), Leadership. OV : Grace , trust (reverse)

‘’ Princess or Princeshë (depending on your ethnicities)

Take, take, take…everything about me is yours to take. I belong to you. I only exist to worship you. There's not a single thing you can do to me in bed that can turn me off. I’m sorry, I always burst too quickly. Is practically impossible for me not to nut quickly when I see your big milkers. Soft with perky nipples. Don’t get me started when you wear your pretty lingerie. I can spend hours sucking just like you like it. I love how sensitive that area is for you. Talking about sensitivity, I knew that the pink and bows were just a front. I mean you reveal it pretty quickly. When you started yelling at me for no reason in front of the bar like I was the reason why you could not have fun with your girls. That night was the beginning of good things for us. We match completing down to our soul tribe. The fact that my friends and yours mix so well is a blessing. What's even more awesome is that it does not seem to only be for our sake, they genuinely like to hangout together. Which is great, you know how anti-social I am. I can't make new friends for the life of me and I can't talk to women either. That's why I am so grateful you yelled at me that night. Dress in a corset and thigh pink skirt and let's not forget the bows. Just like in your bedroom, bows, pink, dolls, makeup, shopping bags. I know we like to joke that if it was not for your roommate, you would feed us pink. But Princess, I love your antics, your bratty attitude is the biggest turn on. How can someone with a high pitched soft voice hold so much space? You stand your own leaving your shoes print on me. I can’t wait to feed your shoe addiction until your last breath. I lust over your long nails, I lust over your attitude, I lust over your feet. The best thing about you is that you are a very wet p@ssy. The way it cream easily and in big quantities is something I have never seen. I swear I love it, You thought I would switch up over a tarot reading. Babe I love your CREAMY P@SSY. I love when you take the lead, giving me head than stopping. Just to make sure I am looking at you, The way you ride me always sends me over the edge. The fact that you refuse to let ‘’jr’’ go to sleep after one round is a blessing and curse. . The only way to calm you down is to choke you. I love being the person you lean on when you need it. I love it when you ask me for help, when you run errands because you're tired and the way you are now allowing me to protect you. Your trust in me is MY most precious possession. But do you wanna know the thing that gets me very excited is imagining you in your dream house. That I build, walking around in your robe in morning followed by our big dog. To get the kids ready for school after giving me head earlier in the morning. Giving you a happy ever after is my ultimate goal.

Your forever Knight.

A) This is for my black hispanic babe especially. He loves playing with your coils/curls. He loves when you allow him to help you with your wash day. He loves your dark complexion. I have a personal message for you, you are chosen in your bloodline to break the general curse around marriage. I feel like your mom was raised by a single mom, and her mom raised by a single mom just like you. But babe if you allow him to help you, i swear he will show you the beauty in marriage and support.

B) This for my blond Albanian baddie. You are used to seeing your Dad treating you mom like she’s the pearl of this world. Like she’s divine and you question yourself especially with the 50/50 men trend. Don’t worry baby, God knows what you deserve. Let the pressure of society slide on your back, You know what you deserve. And it's coming in a full pack (if you know what I mean) with a pink bow.

Femdom, Dominatrix, Heels collection, makeup collection, libra venus, pink everything, long stilettos nails, back marks, is giving me your ways and lets be friends. Cock warming, you are obsessed with his d, choking kink, he's not going nowhere, he loves it there. I am getting the opposite aesthetic, Opposite personality. He is tall, big, does not yell and hates swearing. You are short, curvy, all pink but curse and yell whenever. He comes from a good house but he's extended family is literally the representation of a karmic loop.

Song : Do a b - Kalii

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diaryujin · 11 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 (𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄)

summary: you were tired of waiting around for heeseung to confess. so, to rile him up, you go on a 'date' with his best friend, jake.

genre: angsty fluff

includes: roommates au, uni au (mentioned once) friends to lovers, jealousy, heeseung is whipped but won't make a move, jake is mentioned once as hee’s bsf, angst with happy ending

pairing: bsf! heeseung x bsf! fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: late heeseung birthday special! isn't that angsty unlike SOMEONE (read: sol) tbh, had this in my drafts so i just rolled with it

“Where are you going?” He eyed you as you headed towards the door. Your outfit wasn’t something you usually wore. You were all dressed up, ready to go outside. “To a cafe.” “Dressed like that?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. “Any issue?”

“Well, you usually don’t go to cafes- hell, anywhere- dressed so…fancy? You’re trying to impress someone, hm?” He saw right through you. It wasn’t like you were hiding it extremely well, but it still always caught you off guard.

“Okay, maybe I am. Any issue?”

“Who is it?” “Jake.” Heeseung’s eyes widened and he crossed his arms. You were trying to impress his best friend. What did Jake have that he didn’t?

“Why? You told me before that you liked him. What’s with the sudden interest?”

“I just like him, okay?”

He looked up at the ceiling.

“Um, I just don’t know if he’s the right one for you.”

“Well, I can’t just wait around anymore. I’m going to have to search.”

“Yeah, but- I don’t think you’re his type.”

“...are you saying that negatively?”

He pushed himself off the wall and came closer to you. His eyes were soft but the tone of his voice was firm.

“Look, I’ve known him for a long time too, it just wouldn't be a good match.”

“You need to also know that life is full of surprises.”

“This would be a nasty one.”

You were getting him all riled up. The point of this whole ‘date’ was to see if Heeseung would react. You weren’t actually going out romantically with Jake, it was just a meet up. You hadn’t fallen for him as hard as you feel for Heeseung.

“Well, why are you so pressed about it? It shouldn’t bother you in any way, right? We’re just friends, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

He had a very strong urge to just kiss you to make you shut up.

“I know, I just…wanted to tell you what I thought. I’m serious though, it’s not a good idea.”

“Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly pissed off.

“Okay then. Have fun with Jake.”

“I will.”

That hit him like a shot in the heart. He provoked you, so why was this hurting?

“Call me if you need anything or if something happens, hm?”

He held your hand for a few seconds before letting you go and smiling, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Thanks Hee. You’re the best best friend someone could have.”

You hugged him, and he hugged you back. His grip was oddly stronger than normal, and he was clutching onto you as if he didn’t want you to leave. You ignored this and broke off the hug before waving to him as you walked out the door of your apartment, closing it.

Heeseung stood frozen there for a few seconds, before sighing and pinching his left arm.

No, this wasn’t a nightmare. He wished it was.

His vision was blurring due to the tears in his eyes, and he pursed his lips into a thin line.

Hell, here he was, crying over a girl.

That too, you.

He slumped onto the floor, burying his head in his hands.

He wanted to scream, punch something and take his anger out on something.

He did neither.

He stared blankly at the wall, hands now crossed against his chest again. He tried to think of anything, everything other than you and your date with his best friend.

He failed miserably.

After a few hours, a notification popped up on his phone while he was mindlessly watching TV. He turned it on to see that it was six messages from you. He opened it to see that it was five pictures of you and Jake, with bright smiles on both of your faces. His chest tightened, and he wanted to throw his phone against the wall. He wanted to block you. He wanted to tell you that you were breaking his heart. He wanted to tell you how he felt.

‘happy 4 u :)’

You looked at his message, cogs turning in your brain. That was…a response alright. You couldn’t understand what he felt behind it. If he was truly happy, he’d text something in a more excited manner. If he was jealous or mad or sad or just feeling negative in general, he’d text less enthusiastic. What was he like back home?

You reached your shared apartment. He unlocked the door, expression unreadable.

“Hey Seung. Nothing burned down while I was gone, right?”

You chuckled, but it was lost on him. He usually laughed along, no matter how corny the joke was.

“Check for yourself. I’m going to bed.”

“Uh, so quickly? It’s only 8 p.m.”

“We have uni tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s a Sunday.”

“I want to wake up early to study.”

“Since when were you studious? You usually stay up until like 4 a.m. playing video games with me.”

“Don’t want to this time.”

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? What happened? You know yo-”

“No.”

He stormed off to his room. As he was about to enter, you pulled his arm, preventing him from going.

“Heeseung, you’re not acting like yourself. You usually trust me with anything.”

“You don’t really care.”

“I d-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does!”

“You don’t need to know, okay?”

He raised his voice at you, making him sound intimidating. Your grip on his arm didn’t falter though, and you were slowly pulling him closer.

“Seung-”

“No, I can’t- I can’t trust you with my feelings, because damn it Y/N, you’re the reason behind it! It’s so obvious that I’m so foolishly in love with you and yet you’re so fucking oblivious to how I feel! Do you know how- how hard it is to hear you talk about Jake like that, how hard it is to pretend to be happy- for you, when all I just want is for you to love me back?!”

He was breathing heavily after his outburst. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he gritted his teeth together in frustration. Your grip on his bicep loosened, and your hand slid down from his arm to his hand.

“Heeseung…”

His eyes shot open in fear as he realized what he just said.

“Y/N, Y/N, I’m so sorry- I didn’t…didn’t mean it, mm? It was a mis-mistake, I was just joking- haha! So funny right? Very funn-”

You pulled him closer until your noses were touching. Shocked by the sudden movement, he whispered quietly, his warm breath hitting your face.

“What…Y/N, what does this mean?”

“It means I like you too, Heeseung.”

His eyes softened, and both of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you so delicately.

“I’m- I can’t even explain how I feel in words like now.”

One of his hands went up to your hair, his palm on the back of your head, holding you firmly in place, yet it felt so loving. His fingers got tangled in your hair, and he started into your eyes, smiling softly. You leaned in closer, your noses brushing against each other’s.

“May I…?”

“You may.”

He moved close enough to allow your foreheads to bump. He continued gazing into your eyes, admiring them. He them slowly moved his lips to yours, closing his eyes. He kissed you gently, holding you close. His lips moved carefully against yours, as the fingers of his free hand intertwined with yours. After a few seconds, he pulled away, before wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you, sighing.

“I’m sorry for the sudden outburst, Y/N.”

“It’s okay- it helped the both of us anyway.”

He chuckled a this, and pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.”

“For…?”

“For not choosing Jake.”

“I knew you’d be jealous!”

“I was not!”

“You were!”

“Was not!”

“Were!” “Was n-”

He felt your lips against his again, making him get flustered. After you broke the kiss, you grinned.

“You totally were jealous. At least now you know that you shouldn’t be.”

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the-froschamethyst4 · 10 days

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Mud

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Alex x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: she/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, family get together, kissing, married couple,

𖤐Summary: Alex and Y/n go back to Alex’s hometown in Texas

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Heading back to Alex's hometown was always so stressful, he never knew how his family would act, and now with his wife there's still no telling some of his Aunties will act all nice for a hour and then give her shit for the rest of the time they are there.

Alex took his knuckle to his mouth and just held it between his teeth, Y/n sat in the passenger seat, feet up on the dash (in her socks, she's not an animal), and was looking down at her phone, but she did notice Alex's sudden quietness.

"Alex? Everything okay, honey?" She asks, moving her feet to the floorboard.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything's okay," he says, tapping on his stirring wheel.

"Alex...you're nervous," she says, putting her hand on his leg.

"I am," he confesses.

"Why? It's your family."

"Honey, do you realize when we do visit my hometown, my family can be weird?" He says.

"Yes, I've noticed," she says. "But that shouldn't matter, should it?"

"I just...don't want you to feel miserable or something while we're here."

"Alex, you make it seem like I'm meeting your family for the first time. I'm okay, I'll get over it," she says, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I'll still love you and only you, if anything does happen, you're your own person, your family can't do that," Y/n says, tapping his thigh.

"I know," he says, through a deep breath.

With the rain it wasn't helping Alex, he wanted to call his mom and say the roads were flooded even though they weren't, Alex just thinks his family will ruin the fun, because they all have their moods.

"Oh your mom texted."

"Can you see what she wants?"

"Sure," Y/n takes his phone from the cupholder and unlocks it, she reads the text out loud for. "When you come down the driveway park in the field."

"Okay?" Alex was confused, no one parks in the field.

Alex could see his childhood home up ahead, the gate was open and the lights were just barely visible due to the rain. He pulls into the driveway and sees all the trucks and cars in the field, he parks next to a red Ford F-150.

"Huh, Uncle Joey is here," he says, pointing to the red truck.

"How come we're parked in the field?"

"No idea, honey. Stay in here, I'll come help you," he says, grabbing his hoodie from the backseat putting it on, flipping the hood up and grabbing the black umbrella from the passenger seats back pocket.

He quickly hopes out, slamming his door shut, he opens the passenger door bring the umbrella over the door so the rain doesn't dare touch Y/n as she gets her boots back on and fixes her shirt, she forgot to grab a jacket when they left the hotel this morning.

"Thank you, Alex."

"You're welcome, honey," he says as they rushed to the front porch. Y/n gets under it and Alex closes the umbrella. He knocks on the door like normal, but no answer.

"Hello? MA!?" Alex yells. He knocks harder on the door as Y/n went to the railing.

"Alex, I hear laughing around back," she says, Alex opens the umbrella and Y/n held onto Alex's arm and they rushed around the back of the house. They saw everyone sitting on the back porch drinking, smoking, eating, having a good time.

"Ma? Pa?"

"ALEX!!" His entire family yells when seeing and hearing Alex. They all rushed to the couple bring them under the large awning.

"Uncle Alex try the watermelon!"

"Alex hows work?"

"You still in the Military?"

"Y/n, darling I love the earings."

"Y/n are you still that assistant for the large company in the UK?"

"Auntie Y/n can you show me how to braid?"

The couple was just getting bombarded with questions, Alex was on one side of the deck while Y/n was on the complete opposite.

"Alex you still drink whiskey?"

"Haven't touch it in a while," he gave an awkward chuckle. They gave Alex a glass and poured him some whiskey. They clinked glasses and downed the amber liquid.

"Y/n, I love your hair."

"Thanks, I just got it done," she gave Alex's cousin a smile.

"Aww~ Y/n, I'm so glad you're here!" Alex's older sister Bree came running to Y/n arms over her neck and hugging her tightly.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world, but questions, why are we out here in the rain and not inside?" Y/n asks.

"Oh, we do something called a rain party, whenever we have a party and it rains that same day, we come outside and enjoy the rain," Bree says with a smile.

"I've never heard that before."

"Well, it's a Keller thing, I don't know anyone else who does it," she tells Y/n.

The girls talked and talked, and all Alex did was just stare at Y/n, the weather kind of lied and said sunny all day, but when they came close to Alex's hometown it immediately started to rain.

So Y/n was in light blue boot cut jeans, a white shirt that she tied in the front because it was too big on her and some cowgirl boots Alex had bought for her a while ago, and now she had an excuse to where them, and her hair was up in a ponytail.

"Alex? You listening?"

"Huh no, I'm not," he was honest.

"Lookin' at your wife?"

"Well, yeah," Alex eyebrows narrowed while looking at his Uncles and father.

"Leave the boy alone, he's allowed to stare at his love." Alex's father says.

"Yeah, well...y'all seen the debate?"

"And that's my cue to leave," Alex says, walking away and heads to where Y/n, Bree and his mom Lia was.

"Oh Alex," Y/n jumps when feeling his hand on her waist.

"Hey, had to leave the conversation."

"Politics?" Bree asks.

"Yep," Alex says while popping the p. "Can I steal my wife?"

"Go ahead," Bree says.

"You never told me about rain parties your family throws," Y/n tells him.

"Didn't think that was important," he says.

"Uncle Alex you wanna race cars?" His nephew Matthew comes running and asks.

"Sure, bud, come on," Alex takes Y/n's hand and they start heading under the deck, going down the stairs getting a big wet and getting under the deck were all the other kids were. They surrounded the racecar track and started playing with their own cars.

Matthew gave Alex his spare racecar.

"Thanks bud," Alex says as the race was just Alex and Matthew. Alex hasn't played with racecars in a while, and the newer racecars have different controls.

Y/n sits on the wicker couch behind him as one of Alex's nieces sat on her lap and Alex's younger cousins surrounded her, they all wanted to talk to her, ask her questions, and Y/n would answer while braiding all the little girls hair one by one.

"How long have you been married to Alex?"

"4 years."

"How old are you?"

"Shut up, Liz, you don't ask a woman that question," one of the cousins says, while elbowing Liz in the side.

"It's okay, I'm in my mid-twenties."

"Is that old?" Liz was elbowed again by the same cousin but harder and caused a fight between the two.

"Hey, hey, don't fight it's okay," Y/n just laughs. "I guess I'm old depending on how you see it," Y/n says, trying to be positive but deep down it did kind of make her sad that the younger generation sees her as "old."

"Oh well you won," Alex says, he let Matthew win, Alex knows how passionate Matthew is and if he doesn't win, he gonna be crabby the whole night, so he let him win.

"One more round?" Matthew asks.

"Nah, maybe later bud," Alex says, getting off his knees that were hurting and put his hand out for Y/n, she was done with the last little girl. Y/n placed the little girl on the concrete and stood up and takes Alex's hand as they both said their 'byes' to the kids and went back up to the main deck with all the adults.

Y/n saw Bree and Lia and she was handed a glass of wine, the ladies were taking photos for Facebook to rub it in Lia's Church Friends' faces. Lia was the only Keller that went to Church, Bree didn't have time for it because she has her own life to worry about and Alex's father Ben was busy with the farm and couldn't find time for Church so Lia was the only person.

Lia had made friends in the Church but they were all fake, teasing Lia, making fun of her, and they would hold gatherings without Lia and post them on Facebook so now it was Lia's turn to show how much she was having without those so-called friends.

The girls stood in front of the stone fireplace outside giving their best smiles and holding their glasses of wine as one of Alex's cousins took the photo, and every girl was getting cycled out for the next photos, it was first Lia, Bree, Y/n, and a cousin, the next group was Aunties, and more cousins.

Then the rest of the night was just random photos of everyone having fun. The guys drinking, some smoking, other photos were showing off the wonderful food everyone brought.

Y/n sat on the wicker couch, right leg crossed over her left, her elbows resting on her knee, as she watches everyone. Y/n's family never did this, have parties this big, it was like everyone in Alex's family came.

Alex came to Y/n sitting next to her, arm going behind her and she leans into his touch.

"You having fun?" He asks.

"Yeah," she says, looking a bit tired. Alex just chuckles at her, leaning forward and kissing her temple, his arm now going around her waist and tapping her thigh.

"You look so hot."

"Alex," she slightly groans at him.

"What? I'm telling the truth," he chuckles again.

"I know, but I need you to tell me that," she says, pushing on his chest.

"So? They how much I'm in love with you," he says, kissing her lips now. She could taste the alcohol on his breath.

"Alex are you drunk?" She asks.

"Maybe, I am," he says, with red cheeks, and slightly red eyes.

"I think we'll stay here for the night, huh?" she says as Alex just nods. Alex couldn't drive cause he was drunk, and Y/n couldn't drive because she doesn't know Texas roads.

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10:30PM

Alex had his head back as he sat on the couch inside the house, everyone had left and the only people left was Bree, her kids, Alex and Y/n. Y/n had gone to the bathroom to change into some pajamas, she didn't know she was going to be staying the night, so Lia gave Y/n some pajamas that don't fit her anymore.

Alex was just passed out on the couch till Y/n came out tapping his shoulder waking him up. He wakes up with a smile on his face, cupping Y/n's face and kissing her lips.

"Did an angel just wake me?"

"You're such a flirt, come on, honey, we need to get you into bed," she says.

"No, I like the couch, I miss how comfortable the couch is," he says.

"Alex, come on," she says, tugging at his hand to get him up. He does and follows Y/n up to Alex's old bedroom, she pushes the door open forgetting how his old bedroom looked.

It was untouched after Alex had left for college and left the states to live in the UK. Their were posters of half naked girls on the wall, his walls were painted a dark navy blue, his bed was made, and it was kind of messy.

Alex plopped on his back on his old bed. He groans as Y/n starts undressing him to put him in his pajamas which was just his boxers. Alex only slept in boxers because he would get too hot.

She takes his shirt off bring it over his head, he opens his eyes and smirks, his hands go to her waist under her shirt.

"Alex, wait," she says.

"You're taking advantage of me," he whines.

"No, I'm not, I'm getting you out of your clothes," Y/n says. She then starts unbuckling his belt and starts pulling his jeans down.

"Woah, there honey, if you wanna blow me just ask no need to be so demanding," he chuckles.

"Of hush, you're drunk, I'm not going to blow you, I'm not gonna do anything."

"Damn...you should."

"No," she says.

"Why?" He whines like a child.

"Because you're drunk," she chuckles.

"Hmmm~" he hums.

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6:00AM

Alex woke up early, he rubs his temple and looks to his left seeing Y/n laying on her side facing away from Alex, she was still asleep, he rubs his eyes and gently moves his hand and taps her hip, she doesn't move but snuggles deeper into her pillow.

He gets up and grabs his clothes off the floor. He gets dressed and heads downstairs going to the kitchen sees his mom make breakfast.

"Morning ma," he says.

"Morning, sweetheart," she says, placing a plate of bacon on the table. "Is Y/n still asleep?"

"Yep, she's looks really tired," Alex says, yawning.

"Morning," Ben says, coming into the kitchen sitting next to Alex.

They talked and rank their coffee as they waited for Y/n, which wasn't long, she comes downstairs in her pajamas still, she yawns and Alex gets up kissing her temple and walking her to sit across the table from him.

"How'd you sleep, Y/n?" Lia asks.

"Oh you know, had to deal with someone who couldn't handle their liquor," Y/n says as Alex's parents laughed.

"Hey now."

"Don't hey now me, you don't remember anything but you kept accusing me of taking advantage of you," she says.

"You must've," he says, raising his eyebrows and drinking his coffee.

"No, I wasn't," she says, slightly kicking him under the table.

"You two are perfect for each other," Lia says. "Now, let's eat."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #alex keller x reader #alex keller cod #alex keller #alex keller x you

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ilovebokutokoutaro · 1 year

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Covet

Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: blood, angst, addiction, drinking, abusive, not proofread and angst

Overview: as hyunjin's addiction to alcohol grow so did the space between him and his girlfriend.

"y/nnnnn" he slurred barely able to keep his eyes open as he was dragged home by his friend....again. He drank..again after promising you with his life not to. But here you were standing with the door wide open as his friend dragged your half asleep boyfriend and put him on the couch with a loud oof.

"babbyyyy" he whined loud and you sighed, the dull ache that has settled in you heart ever since his addiction became worse increasing to the point your breathing naturally turned into silent gasps of air and loud puffs of exhale.

"thank you chan.." you smiled and he gave you a pained smile having encountered hyunjin crying a lot more times over your fights about his addiction than he had realised, the exhaustion was so visible in your eyes at this point that you couldn't even try to hide it anymore.

And as you watched chan driving his way out again...the 4th time this week you feared this was almost all you could endure, confirming it when hyunjin dropped his weight on you with a backhug.

"i love drinkingg~ it takes all the pain away y/nn" he confessed and you sucked in a sharp breathe tears bubbling up in your eyes for the nth time when you realised nothing you could ever do would ever be enough for him to try to leave his unhealthy obsession with drinking.

You looked up trying to stop the tears as if looking up would suck them right in and gasped softly with every breathe as he mumbled how he'd never stop drinking and how good he felt when he drank how NOTHING could compare to the relief he feels with his drinks, failing to suck the tears in as they fell right through your eyes.

"you need to sleep hyunjin" you muttered trying to keep the tremble in your voice to the bare minimum and hyunjin froze behind you. "No." He uttered sounding completely sober all of a sudden. "Please" you whimpered as his words pierced right through your chest.

"why are you like this?!" He asked rather aggressively as he pushed himself off of you, stumbling a few steps back and you shut your eyes trying to stop your brain from registering anything because you could feel the rage bubbling up rather soon.

"why....why am i like what?" You asked pretending to be as calm as you could. "Like this! Ruining everything for me....you- i- y/n you make my life so miserable i was so happy but you just had to mention i need to sleep so i could get those terrible nightmares so i won't be happy anymore. You want me to always be- upset don't you?!" He accused and you chuckled turning to face him.

"you don't realise what you're saying hyunj-" you started but he let put a loud yell, "NO! No i get it i get it you're- you want me to always be sad so I'll be with you- so I'll follow you around like a abused puppy SO YOU CAN KEEP ME ALL TO YOURSELF- YOU'RE SO SO SELFISH Y/N" he yelled and you couldn't stop the way your vision suddenly got blurry, how the wetness on your cheeks increased to the point you couldn't see even if you blinked all the tears away.

"how could you-" you sobbed "HOW AM I SELFISH WHEN ALL YOU DO IS DROWN IN ALCOHOL WHEN I GET TO SEE YOU ONLY AT NIGHT WHEN YOU'RE SO HIGH YOU CAN'T EVEN PRONOUNCE MY NAME PROPERLY OR WHEN- OR WHEN YOU'RE SO SOUND ASLEEP STINKING OF ALCOHOL ON THE COUCH EVERY OTHER DAY, WHEN ALL YOU DO IS TELL ME HOW I'LL...never be enough..how hyunjin how the actual fuck am i the selfish one!?" You sobbed and it agitated hyunjin more than it should've.

"that's what i said, you only want me to leave the only escape I've because you only want me to yourself!!" He cried and you felt your knees getting weaker but he didn't stop, he didn't stop as he uttered the cruelest words you've ever encountered, how he told you "i was not happy ever untill i found how to get myself high! And you want to take that away too...you YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT AWAY TOO!" he screamed, punching the glass of the small table that he gifted you for your 2nd anniversary, knowing how much you liked home decor.

And he continued shattering everything in his sight along with your heart. Pieces that won't join together with the sorry's you know he'll utter the next morning.

Your heart felt like it had been ripped out as the only thing you did for his 2 hour tantrum was sob into your hands, trying to fix yourself enough to at least walk out of the house.

And before you knew, your sobs were the only thing echoing in the house, the room scattered with broken pieces of everything you collected and he gifted to you, with him passed out near the couch with bloody hands.

And you couldn't help as you walked slowly to your room grabbing your phone to call your best friend. "Please come pick me up" your voice was hoarse and she didn't ask for anything else as she sucked in a sharp breathe and answered a small okay.

With the time you had as she came you grabbed a first aid box, patching up your lovers bloody hands as you kissed him a last goodbye with a small note before walking out of his life for good.

The light blinded hyunjin as a splitting headache that he was too used to made him feel too dizzy to sit up. And as he took in the fact that he was in fact drowing with the stench of alcohol again suddenly all the hangover rushed down panic settling in his heart as he remembered the way he had promised you not 2 days ago to quit it for good when you had sobbed out all the insecurities in his arms.

"Shit! Shit! Fucking hell!" He cussed as he tried to stand up, hands burning the moment he settled them down to push himself up, "ugh!" He groaned as he sat up, looking at his hands then the mess the room was in and a the haunting reality of yesterday slowly burned up in his mind, hazy but enough to make him realise he has fucked all of it up.

"Y/N!" He cried hoping he'd get an answer back but the silence was more haunting than he had realised. "No no please" he cried, the anxiety making him want to throw up, "no!" He cried as he read the small note you had left for him.

"I'll come back to get my stuff soon, if you're wondering why because you can't remember anything i hope your hands and the mess in the room explains it all. Thank you for everything hyunjin...."

And the way a few words were smudged he could tell you had cried and the sudden blurred vision had him realising he too was in fact crying, hard.

The reality of everything sinking in fast as he came to terms with everything he had ruined, said the worst things he could to you after promising to love you till the end of world. And here he was sobbing loud because he knew you wouldn't come back again...he did not deserve it either way. The only hope he held in his life walked right out because he made her believe she was the worst person he could have. It was all his fault and he realised he had a knack for drowning in damaging liquid, first alcohol, now tears.

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Why am i so obsessed with break up ff nowadays😭😭 anyway hope you enjoy....the tears hahahahahaha.

#skz angst #skz #skz imagines #stray kids #straykids minho #hyunjin ff #hyunjin angst #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #stary kids #stray kids comfort #stray kids angst #angst ff #kpop angst

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agendabymooner · 1 year

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colour me your colour || toto w. (5)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: Breakfast dates can turn into a shitshow if you allowed pressure and stress to get in the way of your sweet conversation. Plus, it turns out that Toto Wolff knows who she was- only telling her about it as he recalls what he saw few years ago.

Content warning: A case of burnout, brief use of explicit language, people trying to cope by flirting (Tilly), Christian Horner, journalists being too much, Tilly trying not to cry by talking to herself.

Note: Thank you all sm for the 75 followers! I'm going try not to flop this time. Enjoy xx

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v. how to romance and cry in the same day

“…I have attached the document in this email. If you need help let me know…”

I don’t need help. I need to quit.

If anyone can see my face right now, they will run away knowing that they witnessed steam coming out of my ears. Or at least, that’s what Toto can see as I can see a frown on his face. The paper in his hand is long forgotten as he continues to show his concern. I’m still not looking at him, instead I’m staring at my screen hoping that it’ll crack from the anger that I’m feeling.

Who the fuck decided that it’s a good idea to email someone on a well deserved paid vacation for work? When you can simply just have the person in the next room do it?

Clearly, them. I huff out silently. In an office with fifteen writers, they decided that underappreciated workers should do the revising. I wasn’t alone in this.

They insist on having me work on it, obviously as I remember the 5 missed calls from the office. They have enough time to call me, why can’t they have the time to do it themselves?

“…Schatz?”

I jump in response to the sudden call from Toto, my hands accidentally throwing the phone away. I curse beneath my breath before I reach for it, throwing it into my purse.

His eyes are laced with curiosity, “Are you alright?”

I nod, now remembering I have a company. One that I’m supposed to be entertaining instead of taking the piss from Vogue. “I’m alright, how’re you liking the scone?”

“It’s good,” he nods before he sets down the newspaper in his hand. “You have not touched your food yet.”

Right. My hand reaches for the crumpet in my plate, my teeth digging into my breakfast as I chew quietly. My eyes are still staring elsewhere, and clearly it’s beginning to bother Toto because of the constant dissociation.

“You’re not alright,” he deduces, making me nod in agreement. There’s really no point in denying. Throughout the beginning of our breakfast, I already told him about my work. He knows how miserable and pathetic my life is, and what did he do as he listened? He smiled kindly, his brows laced with concern, everything that I had seen from other people. But he listened, and I like him for it.

Not wanting to elaborate anymore, he notices how quiet I am and so he decides to say, “You were enjoying your research paper years ago, but you do not look like someone who’s been happy with your job for a while now. You should leave the company.”

I pause, looking up at him. He does… “You remember me,” I watch him nod in confirmation as I continue, “you know who I am. From Dubai.”

He only shrugs like I just asked him if the sky was blue. How can he sit here and act like it’s a normal Tuesday? Does he even know what kind of effect he had on me? This utter— he knows who I am and he doesn’t even mention it until now!

He doesn’t read my mind, but he explains, “You are an impressive woman. It’s difficult not to forget about you when you speak so passionately about writing and your courses back then.”

“It was a short-lived conversation, was it not?” I ask him, wondering how he’d managed to remember that whole fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes of nothing but university work and exchanging questions felt like a long time.

“I admit, it took me the whole day to figure out who you were,” he chuckles, making me smile. “The conversation we had was… memorable to say the least. But it turned foggy the moment I became Team Principal.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” I laugh quietly, “If anything I feel bad for not asking for your name. Your teammate had done it for you. Torger.”

He nods, recalling what he’s just talking about before I rattled off about Dubai. “But there’s just something missing from you now that you had back then…”

“…what is it?” Is he this observant? Has he stared at people for a while before telling them what he has noticed?

“The smile on your face,” he answers, his voice showing nothing of emotion as he says, “you still have the passion for it but now… the smile isn’t there anymore. At least the one that goes from one ear to another.”

I can’t even speak. Thank goodness he continues on, “Would you consider it a dream if everyone’s making it a nightmare?”

If the silence wasn't deafening before, I can barely imagine being talkative now. He holds my stare, his eyes softening at the sight. I look pathetic, I just know it.

“I… I don’t even know,” I murmur, running my fingers through my hair. “It’s not easy to get away from the company. I’ve been writing for them and if I left then… I’ve no one to use as a reference… or even take my projects. Seeing as it’s under their license and all that.”

“Ah…” Toto replies quietly, nodding at the response. He leans forward, making me look at him as he says, “But between your ambition and health, I think that you should see your health off first. If they are making it hard for you, your goal is harder to reach.”

My view of Toto Wolff just changed here. Me, sitting across from him with the pessimism that my life carried— I can see him in a new light.

I can see myself in a new light. He isn’t wrong. How am I going to do well in my career if my employers are the exact reason why I’m miserable in the first place? How am I going to find inspiration if all I feel is isolated and locked up?

Why do I continue to act like they’d give me a chance? I’ve brought up the discussion of getting a promotion for two years, and my career is a discussion that they continue to put on hold.

No fuck that.

But still… I can’t quit my job, can I? How am I going to be a successful editor if I’m going to leave?

My inner dialogue clearly has an effect on behalf of Toto’s entertainment. His handsome smile, from what I gather is a rarity, appeared right in front of me as I gulped. Toto isn’t wrong. If I want to be better… just find a place who’s more than willing to help me.

I reach for my tea as I ask, “How are you as handsome as you are good at giving out advice?”

His chuckle melts the stress away for a second, his amusement becoming more clear as he continues to stare at me. Is this what they call heart eyes? Yeah I really don’t want to listen to Daniel or Lewis.

“And how are you as beautiful as you are stubborn?” He asks back, making me giggle quietly as I sip on my tea.

“It’s a requirement if you wish to oppose Christian Horner all the time,” I jest, “you can get away from trouble easily.”

“I’ve seen it yesterday,” Toto sighs contentedly before he smirks, “I am more worried about being disarmed by your strong will and beauty instead of the higher up’s rules and regulations. I hope you’re not the one I have to face in case our teams get into an altercation. I do not enjoy losing to Red Bull, of all things.”

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The restaurant, while it is in a secluded location by the Silverstone Park, was jam-packed by the time we left after finishing our breakfast. We need to head to the venue soon before Christian gets there. Then maybe I can shit on his life about being late. Maybe.

But our arrival at the Silverstone Circuit was more chaotic.

“Shit,” I curse out, grabbing my Red Bull ball cap from my purse and slipping it on. I can’t even see anything besides from the dark abyss that I called my purse, my hand trying to get a feel of my sunglasses. It doesn’t take me a while to find it and put it on, looking at Toto who’s already on his way out of the vehicle with his bag. Unbuckling my seat, I look at the passenger side as Toto swings it open. He gestures for me to come out, and I do so with a murmur of thanks.

By the time I hopped out of the passenger seat of Toto’s Mercedes, I was already welcomed by the clicking of the cameras. Alongside the annoying noise are questions coming from journalists who wish to ask questions about the qualifying today.

Looking around, however, I notice that there are a certain amount of paparazzi that I grew familiar with. I knew them by faces. And knowing them, they didn’t want anything that had to do with the race weekend. I just went on a breakfast with a CEO and we’re already adding fuel to the fire that was the British media. I gesture at Toto to speed up his walk while we pass by the cameras and the questions.

It’s either I gesture and he won’t understand or I drag him. But grabbing him by the arm will only cause an uproar in the gossip world. People are always thirsty for drama. Getting involved with me, a Hearth child (one that hasn't been on a date for a decade AND presumed to be the It Girl by the media), will only cause more stress on Toto’s behalf. I am not about to let him get through that.

But he doesn’t understand what I asked of him non-verbally, instead he turns around to provide quick answers to questions about today and what may happen tomorrow. I wait there impatiently, looking down on the ground as I wish to no longer gather more attention regardless of the amount of photos already taken of me by standing there.

“What’s your relationship with Tilly Hearth?”

“What are your thoughts about her job in Red Bull?”

“Are you two dating?”

“Toto!” The Mercedes’ PR assistant finally comes as she excuses herself, putting herself in between her boss and the cameras as she asks to have them step aside. Certain paparazzo finally looked at my direction, realizing that they haven't asked me anything yet. I gulped, already backing away from the scene.

The PR assistant tells them that Toto will have enough time to answer later on, but by the time that Toto turns back, I’m already speed walking to the Red Bull hospitality.

And it doesn’t end there. Daniel and Sebastian caught me walking from the direction of the dispersing crowd— where Toto was— and decided that this was their chance to tease me.

Now I’m here with my phone in hand, Daniel still poking me at my side as I grumpily look at him. Apparently, seeing workplace romance is a rarity and so he’s taken this as an opportunity to tell me that he wants to see how my slow burn “relationship” with Toto goes. Relationship. Really!

My phone pings as Daniel perks up and asks, “That Toto?”

I glare at him, “Don’t you even, Daniel.”

“Tilly,” I turn around and face Christian. He gestures for me to follow as I wave at Daniel, telling him I’ll be back.

Christian pulls me out of the garage as I cross my arms. Sensing my annoyance, he sighs as he reassures me, “I’m not saying anything—“

“—yet,” I interrupted him.

“But I arrived just about twenty minutes ago and there are journalists asking about you,” I frown at that. Surely he doesn’t mean… “And Toto. They said you two got here together?”

Oh… of course. Yeah, he does mean the one thing that I hoped he wouldn’t bring up.

“Did you see my Bentley parked outside?” I sarcastically reply. It’s too early for my behaviour, I admit, and it even pisses me off because I can’t be nice to him. But instead of allowing him to reply, I add, “It’s not much of a big deal, is it?”

“It is,” he shakes his head. “Some people are assuming you’re either working for Mercedes or that you’re spying on—“

“Oh for god’s sake,” I roll my eyes. “I am not, I promise. Why am I even swearing I’m not doing anything stupid? I don’t think whatever I do outside work is going to be reported to my father or something.” My hands will literally carry 20% of Red Bull. What makes them think I’ll do something stupid like sell my shares to other rivals?

“Yes but be cautious,” he says firmly, “because no matter how you’ve insisted you’re not doing anything, the media can turn it all around.”

“I know,” I roll my eyes again, I think they’ll pop out of their sockets soon enough. “I grew up in front of cameras, Christian. British media, even. Those journalists outside were people that asked a lot of questions whenever I’m out and about.”

“So you understand how ruthless they could get,” Christian nods, sighing as he leans against the surface. “I trust you enough with PR, I don’t even know why I even pulled you out of the garage when you can handle the journalists on your own.”

“Because it’s with Wolff,” I smirk, “you’re worried about me being snatched by him, aren’t you?”

He scoffs, a chuckle escaping his lips as he says, “He’s not exactly subtle on taking interest in you and your skills.”

“Hm,” I nod, looking eyes moving along the people that walked down to their respective garages. “Don’t worry, he’s not going to be able to discuss any Red Bull-Mercedes business with me. Not unless I have been put to work for it.”

“Good,” he nods again, “good. I would hate to be in the way of your… whatever it is.”

Wow, he’s pretty kind. Maybe because he doesn’t want to lose his patience early this morning. Good.

I’m still standing there when I ducked my head, hiding my face away as Toto walks towards their garage with selected people from his staff. Sensing that he’s away, I look up to see Christian’s smug smile. For someone who doesn’t like Toto, he seems to be enjoying whatever’s going on. Maybe he’s getting a laugh out of this predicament because I was so irritated yesterday–seeing me in a flustered state today is a different story.

“Is that it?” I ask him, my nose scrunching up in annoyance.

He nods and then says, “I’ll stop bothering you about him for now. But, I’d also like to know if you’d be interested in joining the Sky Sports hosts sometime today. You’ve done public speaking before, no?”

I look at him funny. Remembering that I just started today, I felt the need to nod. Nobody knew about my masters. Did they? It doesn’t matter.

“If I have to be,” I shrug.

“It’d be a good thing to bring you there,” he tells me, making me want to roll my eyes. Just a few minutes ago, this man was coming after me about Toto. “Daniel and Sebastian would definitely have a field day if you’re the one interviewing them. What do you say?”

“Is it scripted,” I ask, “or do I have to improvise?”

“To avoid problems revolving bias, I’d say scripted. Unless you’ve a question of your own. Be as entertaining as you want. As long as it’s not going to tell people that you favour one team. I think Sky Sports just want you to be there for the post-qualifying interview.” Me? Just me? No one else’s communications liaison?

“What kind of stories do you tell them,” I frown suspiciously. Second day of work and everyone wants me in their team. He is clearly hiding something. He’s been making sure that I’m doing my job exactly how they want it. Wherever I went yesterday, he made sure that I was the one in front of the cameras. Now he’s asking me to interview the drivers post-qualification. He knows something that I don’t.

“You’ve been mentioned a lot for the past few months,” he starts, “during meetings, FIA, to be exact–”

“I have a lot of questions,” I say, my mouth opened due to the surprise. I was never told about FIA, and being the hot topic of their delegations.

“Your father’s an executive,” he reminds me, “and I know that sounds like Red Bull, or Ferrari or even McLaren are under FIA’s list of favoured teams.”

I scoff, “He owns the competitors in question.”

“I know,” he agrees, “but he only has enough power in each team. He cannot ever interfere with how they operate.”

At least he’s smart enough to do that. If he badly wants his legacy to continue, I don’t think corruption is the way to go.

“What about me? Why am I the discussion of your…meetings?” I ask, internally smacking myself for prying. I always claimed that I liked the feeling of suspense. I didn’t care for details except when I could see them with my own eyes. Now, I’m a child during Christmas - except I'm dreading what’s coming.

He gives me a straightforward answer, “Julius wants you to take control of his shares. He’s up for promotion in the FIA but he can’t just carry us and the other two in his arms without being accused of conflict of interest.”

Oh.

That’s interesting.

Not only is he asking me to do his part at these events, but he’s also selling me out to his own company just so he can continue being who he is in the federation. Greedy.

He didn’t get the memo when I said I wanted to pursue fashion and journalism. He continues to put me in these positions– WITHOUT consulting me. For fuck’s sake!

My lips tighten, wondering if I can say no for today. Technically, I can say no. But my people pleaser demon decided for me.

“I’ll be there,” I murmur, my chest feeling heavy as I breathe shakily.

“What where?” He asks, confusion written all over his face.

“Wherever they want me,” I say, already feeling exhausted and defeated, “just—just have someone take us there before anything.”

“You got it,” he nods, reaching out to pat my shoulder before he walks off.

I look down on my phone and read the text from my supervisor.

“I know you have a part time job this weekend but I would really really appreciate it if you send in your piece so we can go through it together this Monday. Thx xx”

I’m going to cry. Then, after that, I’m going to get ready to put on a smile in front of the camera. Charm works for so many people, at least according to my mother. What she didn’t know, though, is that my charm doesn’t do much to my father.

Maybe if I put on my fakest smile, that’ll charm the pants off everyone. I don’t like the thought of working here, but with no choice, I only have to stand in front of the camera and pretend that I’m enjoying it.

Where’s Toto when you want him?

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acanth3 · 2 months

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追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 13

Valkyrie Stage

Nazuna: ……!?

(Huh, the song has stopped!? Direction..? No, we didn't plan for this!)

(Our backup vocals have been interrupted! The recording of me and Mika-chan’s voices have stopped playing…the recording has disappeared!?)

(The microphone has turned off so I can only hear Oshi-san’s voice!)

(No…! Oshi-san is also surprised by the sudden intrusion and has stopped singing! Everything is going wrong!)

(Our fans are also confused, what is this!? An accident, a power outage!?)

(No! The light’s are still on! Only our recording has disappeared…?)

(I can help with the directing but I have to stay put. We just have to wait for the song to begin again!)

(Sing! All i have to do is move around a little and perform our live song! Just like back in choir!)

(It’s okay, I can sing/I can do it! I practise properly every day on the rooftop!

(But, I'm scared! My voice was packed and thrown away like in a garbage bag seen as worthless!)

(Won’t I just make Oshi-san angry again..?)

(My voice will be thrown away again right? Don’t sing without permission, I’ll get cursed at…No I will be punished.)

(If that happens, this performance will be over!)

(If such a miserable thing will come out of this, it’s better to just stay silent…?)

Mika: ~..... ♪

♪~ ♪~ ♪

Nazuna: (Mika-chan, you too…You were practising by yourself too, weren’t you?)

(Always left behind us..)

(I laughed thinking your position was too easy. You wanted to sing too! You are an idol after all, aren’t you?)

(Mika-chan is much more obsessed with Oshi-san than I am. He’s always cursed at and called a failure..)

(And still, he was with me.)

(He always laughed, worked harder, and followed me around desperately!)

(He’s so good at it! It’s a much more beautiful voice than mine! I think I would fall in love with you, you’re really an idol!)

(Mika-chan…you kept quiet and obediently followed us, didn’t you?)

(Oshi-san who’s nervous and in high spirits with a bad mouth, and me who's expressionless and unfriendly!)

(Everyday we spent together as ‘Valkyrie’...I don’t want to be stopped here!)

(His favourite Oshi-san that he loves get’s frustrated with him, and he sang, overcoming his fears of being thrown away!)

(Yea…! I don't even want it to end here! In a stage like this!)

(I also want to put on that costume for my birthday! And more costumes and more..!)

(Yes! I'll give you a birthday present! So, let’s all sing together please!)

(From now on, forever we’ll be ‘Valkyrie’..!

Nazuna: ♪~ ♪~ ♪

Shu: (Kagehira…Nito…I see, that’s right..!)

(Aa..really, I can't believe I was a fool.)

(I thought about our failure so much, if either of us showed our weakness we would have been taken advantage of. So that’s why I…)

(It’s far too late to regret any of this now, it’s a bit hard to hear..)

(Our live performances as Valkyrie must stay perfect, and yet both of their voices..)

(Of course it’s a consequence for me, I didn’t help them practise singing and sync my voice with them. I thought I had protected them.)

(I couldn’t see their true value, through my blinded eyes.)

(My body lost its balance a little, I feel as though my body is going to shatter..)

(Because we’re just antique dolls, relics from the past..)

(I noticed it too late, even if we just get a scratch I’ll only continue to sink down further.)

(But we should at least go out until the end. Nito, Kagehira, my youth…my dear ‘Valkyrie’.)

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Nazuna: (We really all sang, I feel like crying to death.)

(.....Our reputation amongst the audience is tattered now.)

(We sang together over the recorded one…this was our first and last time.)

a/n cant upload nazuna and shus singing part ill post it seperately mayb

#ensemble stars #enstars #event translation #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #あんさんぶるスターズ #斎宮宗 #斎宮宗 #valkyrie #past valkyrie #nazuna nito #nito nazuna #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #ex valkyrie

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beomglocks · 2 years

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oh! it's just like magic! : k.th

☆.｡.:*summary : if you could you would shove him back in his stupid little jar. you never want to see him again, not even if your face heats up a little when he gets close to you...nope!

☆.｡.:*pairing : demon!taehyun x witch!reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : mini drabble, spooky season fic finally, demon taehyun bc obviously demon fic from user beomglocks, "summoning a demon and now they live with me" trope, enemies to less hated enemies?, enemies to 'there is sexual tension here but no one wants to acknowledge it'

☆.｡.:*w/c : 1.4k

"if you're gonna live in my house could you atleast have some form of decency," you exasperate at the demon currently lounging on your couch.

the demon in question, taehyun, scoffs. he smacks his lips loudly as he munches on some of your food and you swear the vein on the side of your head pulsates which each obnoxious sound. he's doing it to aggravate you, you reason with yourself.

"you tipped over my urn... so no," he giggles, shoving more food into his mouth. you exhale, "i told you a thousand times already! i was cleaning out the collection room and didn't know the cleaning spell on the broom would go haywire."

taehyun shrugs. "ever heard the phrase never keep all your eggs in one basket? no one told you to keep all of your dangerous, haunted items in one room, this isn't the conjuring babe."

you gape at his audacity, choosing to ignore the sudden petname, "shut up, how do you even know what that is." you roll your eyes at him, regaining your attitude.

"what? am i not supposed to know what pop culture is just because i was locked away for thousands of years? i may not have had netflix in there but i have ears," he rolls his eyes at you. "humans are all the same..always looking down on everyone else," he sucks his teeth. you groan miserably at his remark. "that's not what this is about," you whine.

you wished you had just been at least a little bit more careful when cleaning. earlier in the week you had been consoling a grieving woman about her dead boyfriend. she had come to you to find a way to contact him beyond the living world.

despite the many times you'd done this with other people, this time it didn't work. you didn't know why but you had a good clue. perhaps you shouldn't have brought it up with her though.

"did you maybe have some sort of falling out before he died, maybe he doesn't want to be contacted." that was the spark to push her over the edge. you sat in shock afterward as she yelled at you about how perfect her relationship was and how you'd never find anything as real as what they had.

to your absolute horror, she started tossing everything off the table, including the incense and water you used to sense vibrations. you had promptly told her to leave after that.

grumbling and annoyed, you decided that you were way too tired to clean everything manually so you used an auto-clean spell on a broom to do the work for you. unfortunately, your emotions were too much for the spell and it ended up flying everywhere, knocking items and bottles off shelves, causing even more of a mess.

you hadn't even noticed when the broom had knocked over one of the more rarer urns. when did you even acquire this one? you wondered to yourself as you knelt down to inspect the damage. you weren't dumb though. you knew there could be some kind of entity in there who was now loose and to your horror there was.

he was standing over you with a frown and his arms folded across his chest in a disapproving manner. his hair was an ashy gray color and some strands fell over his eyes intentionally. he was good looking, as you'd expect any demon to be and along with that graceful face came even more graceful words.

"look at what you've done, you stupid witch," he mumbles under his breath. the problem with pretty demons is that they lose their beauty once they start insulting you. you had rolled your eyes at this, choosing to ignore how his biceps bulge when he tightens his arms across his chest.

"im sorry ok..." "taehyun" you sigh, "right..taehyun, im sorry."

he tsked, mindlessly kicking the shattered object away from his feet. he looks you up and down and you swear you can see the gears turning in his head. "so what are you gonna do about it?"

you scoff, standing back up only to find that even standing up the demon was taller than you. "seriously, its going to take weeks for me to even find a spell to properly fix this, let alone master it to get you back."

he raises his eyebrow at you and smirks. taehyun shrugs as he paces around the room, toying with the other objects on display.

"well...i guess this means you owe me a new home and I'm stuck with you."

taehyun suddenly appears in front of you, effectively making you drop the broom in surprise. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" you glare up at him, annoyed that he took you out of your flashback.

he doesn't answer right away and you want to hold your glare but you swear you see the tiniest bit of...something other than utter hatred in his eyes and it makes you falter. "w-what is it?" you try to shove him back but he holds his position.

"honestly y/n.." he looks down at you. you feel your face get hot at the sudden seriousness of the situation. he scans your face for a while before the look of intrigue is replaced with disinterest. "you were spacing out and kept staring at me, could you be any less irritating."

he steps back but not before he flicks your forehead with his long fingers, snickering at your flinch.

you watch him saunter back to the couch as if nothing happened but you can't help but feel odd. as the days went on you slowly learned how to co-exist with the annoying demon in your house and a part of you think you might be growing to tolerate him just a bit. he still annoys you but it feels playful rather than spiteful sometimes.

you stare at the back of his silver head in thought until he speaks up. "stop staring at me, you're being obvious." you fold your arms across your chest. "i wasn't staring at you, you're ugly and a demon. two strikes."

"oh really now?" he scoffs, not bothering to turn around. "so if i wasn't a demon would that change anything?" you roll your eyes but bite your tongue at the implications. "no because you'd still be ugly and now you're getting a third strike for being annoying."

you hear him laugh and shake his head. he knows that you know that he's not ugly in the slightest bit. if anything, he's the most good looking person you've seen in a long while but of course you'd never admit that.

you sigh heavily plopping down next to him on the couch as if the tension wasn't high enough. he glances at you through the corner of his eye trying to bite back his smug smile. "why are you sitting next to me y/n hm?" he scootches closer to you to make you uncomfortable. it works, seeing as you scootch away closer to the arm of the couch.

"what the fuck do you mean, you keep forgetting this is my house, i can sit where i want," you scoff. you don't see it but his fingers twitch at this. he places them on his lap to not seem obvious. "whatever, it's our house now."

your mind is practically yelling at him to shut up. why does everything he say sound like a weird relationship innuendo?! you shake your head. no, you refuse to fall for his charms. he's a demon, he's supposed to be good at things like this. on another note, he's been terrorizing you since the moment you mistakenly freed him. there should be nothing to find attractive about him.

not even a couple days later, when you accidentally walk in on him exercising. his muscles bulged with each pump of his arms. the tee shirt and shorts he wears leave nothing to the imagination. before he can even realize you stepped into the room, you are out of there. how is he making you flustered in your own home?! you can't continue like this or else you won't be able to walk into any room in your house without having to do breathing exercises.

"it's our house now." you wanted to erase those words from your mind. they haunted you every time you saw him smirk at you whenever he caught you staring too long. every time he walked past and said something snarky. those words were like a verbal contract, signifying the day you brought this annoying demon into your life.

#taehyun imagines #taehyun reactions #taehyun drabbles #taehyun drabble #txt imagines #drabble #tomorrow x together imagines #txt headcanons #taehyun headcanons #txt reactions #txt scenarios #taehyun timestamps #taehyun fic #taehyun x reader #taehyun angst #taehyun fluff #taehyun smut #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x y/n

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deathbxnny · 1 year

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☆《True Love. (Yanqing x HoT!Reader)》☆

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A/N: My Yanqing Anon asked for a prologue to my "True Power" one shot, so I hope you guys enjoy it! I recommend maybe reading the first part, before reading this one, but that's up to you to decide!

(Part 1)

Summary: You woke up on the Xianzhou Luofu one day and soon found yourself in the custody of a certain general. You felt lonely and lost in this new world... until you met the generals carefree and kind Retainer, Yanqing.

Content: Fluff, some angst, mentions of depression and loneliness, cute romance, sfw

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns!

((Not really proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!))

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You didn't know what happened or how you got here. Your mind was empty, hurting from an upcoming migrane. You tried scrambling for an explanation to all of this, yet nothing could explain it.

You hadn't spoken a word, since you woke up. Not because you didn't want to, you wanted answers more than anything. No, it was because you were too in shock. Many different foreign people attempted to speak to you. You didn't recognise their clothes, you didn't recognise the places they took you to. None of this made sense.

Finally, you were seated infront of a man with long, white hair, his gaze intimidating you, despite what you were. The Herrscher of thunder, to be exact. People feard and avoided you. But here... you were the one that felt afraid. You don't even remember, how you got into this spacious office in the first place.

You were now left alone with him, the silence near deafening, as he just patiently waited for you to speak. He was a general, that's one of the few things you could catch, when the guards that brought you here excused themselves. You suddenly found your voice, finally finding the strength to speak for the first time since waking up.

"Where am I...?" "You're on the Xianzhou Luofu. How come you don't know that?" The man hummed, his voice smooth and elegant, it fitted him perfectly. You didn't know how to answer that. Would he even believe you, if you told him that you were from a different world? Would he believe what you were?

"You wouldn't believe me, if I told you." "I've seen and heard all types of crazy and unimaginable things before... try me." He responded swiftly with a daring grin. You tilted your head in slight surprise at his confident tone. You liked him already somehow.

"I'm not from this world." "I assume, you're not human either?" "How did you know?" You asked, as he shrugged and leaned back with crossed arms. "You wouldn't believe me, if I told you." "Try me." You said in the same tone of voice he had used before. His grin widened. He liked you already.

"You landed here on a dragons back, or that's what the reports say... Would you like to explain, what and from exactly you are?" "My life depends on it, doesn't it?" "You're a smart little girl. That's good." A bitter chuckle spilled from your lips, when you realised that he had backed you into a corner. He was a sly man. It made sense, why he was a general.

Left with no other choice, you tried explaining to him everything as well as you could. Yet the more you spoke, the more did the dread fill your heart. Just as you finished, you went quiet once more at a sudden grim realisation. "And...?" "There is no way for me to go back... I'm stuck here." "Well, we can't you leave anyways. You've caused quite the havoc... how about we make a deal, hm?" The older man asked, flashing you another sly grin.

You said nothing and waited for him to continue. He stood up and began pacing around the large desk, his hands casually behind his back. "You join our forces and help protect the ship... and in turn, I take you under my wing and give you a home. Seems like a fair deal to me." He hummed, stopping right next to you. You didn't bother looking up at him and instead stared at your reflection in the polished wood.

Sad, lonely and miserable. That's what came to mind, when you saw your eyes. For once in your entire Herrscher existence, you simply felt powerless and helpless. You knew, that this was no offer you could refuse anyways.

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And that's how you ended up in the present now a week later, quietly sitting under a tree, as you attempted to read through some scrolls about local culture. Key word attempted, as you've been reading the same sentence over and over again mindlessly.

You felt empty and lonely, the realisation of your predicament having left you in a depressed state of mind. You've lost your home and were thrust into this unknown world far away from anything that was familiar to you. It was unfair and your mental health was getting worse day by day.

Your spiralling thoughts came to a halt, when a sword was suddenly held out to you. You glanced up and sighed. It was that blonde Retainer again, that served your new Master. You had seen him a couple times, yet never dared approach him. Thankfully, he seemed to leave you alone... until today, that is.

"Do you know, how to wield a sword?" "... Perhaps I do, why do you ask?" "I'd like you to duel me." Your face scrunched up for a moment in confusion, feeling a little taken aback by his bluntness. What an odd boy...

Huffing, you rolled your eyes and looked back down at your scroll. "Why would you want that?" "Because it's fun." "What's your definition of fun?" "Dueling you." You sighed, shutting your scroll with a glare up at the smiling boy. You didn't get what his deal was and yet... you'd secretly do anything to escape the loneliness in your heart.

Getting up, you took the sword from him, noting that it had a fine blade. "Very well, but don't whine to the general about losing to me." "I've never lost to anyone, but the general." "After today, you'll have to count me on your list as well then." You said confidently, as you took on a fighting stance.

You were confident, that you could win easily. Your Herrscher form had a massive Blade after all, that you controlled with ease. He stood no chance against you.

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... Or well, so you thought.

"Ah, what was it, that you said earlier?-" "-Surely you must've cheated somehow." "I'd never dare it!" The boy cried out in fake offence, as he sat back in the grass next to you with a laugh. You huffed and crossed your arms, not believing you had lost to a boy like him.

But you froze, when you felt him pull a leaf out of your hair. You stared at eachother for a moment, the tension that you hadn't noticed before suddenly so clear. You gulped and looked away, not wanting him to see your red face.

"I don't think, that I've ever caught your name before..." "It's Yanqing, my liege." "And suddenly you act polite again?" "A duel is a duel. An introduction is different." He hummed with a grin, the slightest blush on his face. Suddenly, a guard appeared, telling Yanqing that the general asked for him. He sighed, as he got up and dusted himself off, before helping you onto your feet.

"We'll duel again tomorrow then." "Who said, that I would." "Fate did." He simply said, before turning away and beginning to walk off. You watched him leave for a moment, your heart filling with warmth, your lips moving before you could stop them.

"My name is (Y/N)." You said, making him turn his head to give you a gentle and warm smile. "That's a beautiful name. It suits you." He hummed, before leaving for good. You watched him disappear for a while, before sitting back down under the tree and opened the scroll once more.

Though this time, you were stuck on the second sentence, as your mind was too preoccupied with the odd, yet kind Retainer.

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And just as he said, you dueled eachother again the next day. Then the day after... which turned into a week, month, until it became a daily requirement for you two.

You got closer during those times, speaking about anything and everything in-between the breaks of your Duels. It became a normal routine for you two and something that always ended the same, with you losing.

Until one day... you finally one. You laughed and cheered freely, your hands reaching into the air, as you twirled and celebrated your well-deserved win. Yanqing watched you do so with wide eyes, his face red. And his heart was thumping widely against his ribcage, as he was once more reminded of the crush he had developed over the last few months.

At first, he hung out with you on the request of the general. He was a little confused, why the Jing Yuan wanted him to be with you all the time, but eventually he began practically begging the older man for more time with you, which he was usually granted to have.

And then Yanqing said it, when you gave him your beautiful, triumphant smile. It slipped from his lips absently, a natural instinct to just finally tell you how he feels.

"I love you."

His hand clasped over his mouth in shock, his eyes widening even more as he flushed in horror and embarrassment. You stopped in your tracks, your face now equally as red. The silence was deafening and he honestly wanted to just crawl into a hole and disappear. But then you finally spoke.

"Did you mean that...?" "I... well... yes, yes I did." "Hm, good, because I feel the same way." "Oh okay... wait-" Yanqing sat up, his eyes looking up at you in surprise and wonder. His soul was leaving his body and he honestly felt like he misheard you for a moment.

"Did you mean that?" "Do you think, I'd lie?" "I'd never dare it... I'm glad in fact." He chuckled, as you smiled shyly back. That was the day you two officially got together. You never thought, that you'd ever feel any happiness ever again... but with Yanqing, you knew, that you'd always feel happy from now on.

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Jing Yuan couldn't help but grin evilly in triumph, as he sipped his tea and watched you two walk around with tightly intertwined hands.

"Just as I planned..." He hummed, nodding in satisfaction, before he went back to work in good spirits.

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A/N: Phew! That was a long one haha! Thank you to the Yanqing Anon for the great request once more! I hope this was good enough!<33

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #hsr yanqing #hsr Yanqing x reader

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ichilemonwritruoo · 5 months

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Hikari Twins Sickfic

Disclaimer: I am emetophobic and part of my therapy to help me heal is writing about throwing up and what I believe is the proper response to help me get out of my head. That type of illness is the focus of this story, its not in depth but it does happens so please be mindful. Scene begins under the cut. Thanks <3

"How are you feeling Nii-San?" Netto asked as he sat down on the bed.

"I'm okay." Saito yawned. "I'm a little tired."

"Take a nap! It might make you feel better." Netto settled onto the pillow beside his twin.

"Okay." Saito nodded and eventually laid down as well, resting his head on Netto's shoulder.

The older twin had a small procedure for his chest and was doing well, just in the recovery phase.

Saito stared at the ceiling for awhile before eventually being lured to sleep by the sound of his twin's soft breathing.

It was an extended amount of time before Saito finally woke up. He didn’t know why he had woken up, and was slightly frustrated with his sudden awakening, but yawned as he sat up.

"Oh you're awake Nii-San!" Netto said.

Saito glanced and noticed Netto was across the room at the PC (hopefully working on homework).

Saito simply nodded. He didn’t feel right. His throat was warm and his mouth was watering.

"You okay Nii-San?"

"Um...I don't feel good." Saito looked down.

Netto's expression softened. He was hoping the nap would have helped because Saito had mostly been miserable. "What's wrong?"

"Got a weird feeling."

"Like what?" Netto asked. His brother hadn't been human for very long so he was still adjusting to everything in his new body.

"Like its-" And that was unfortunately all Saito could get out before he suddenly threw up.

Netto was immediately by his side, rubbing small circles on his back and holding his hair out the way. He now understood what Saito was trying to tell him.

It seemed to last forever and Saito was frustrated as he had been sitting in the bed. Now there was more stuff to clean.

"Easy Nii-San. It's okay." Netto said softly.

Saito shook his head as he choked back a sob. This sucked!

"Mom! Nii-San's sick!" Netto called as he moved to help Saito lean forward.

"I'm coming dear!" Haruka called back as her footsteps begin to travel up the stairs. It was shortly a minute later when she arrived at the twin's room.

"Oh sweetie." Haruka said as she joined them.

"I'm s-sorry." Saito whispered.

"No apologies." Haruka shushed him. "Netto, let's move Saito-San into the bathroom, I'll take care of the bed okay?"

"Okay!" Netto nodded as Haruka helped Saito out of the bed.

Netto picked his twin up to carry him to the bathroom.

Haruka followed after them with a fresh set of pajamas and water. "Call me if you need me."

Netto and Saito nodded as Haruka left to start cleanning. Netto helped Saito out of his clothes and after a quick shower, helped him into new pajamas.

"Feeling any better Nii-San?"

"No." Saito said hoarsely. Now his throat was hurting too. "I just gave you and mom more work. I'm horrible." The older twin pressed his face into his hands.

"Stop Nii-San. That's not true. You're sick and recovering from surgery. Not only that you're still getting used to having a human body. Things like this happen."

"But your bed-"

"It's fine, worse things have happened to it!" Netto laughed.

"So stop worrying okay?"

"O-Okay." Saito said finally as he nodded. "Thank you Netto-Kun."

"Of course." Netto smiled. "Come on, you need to brush your teeth too."

When the twins came back the bed was made once more and everything was clean and pretty looking (the Haruka touch).

"Back to bed for you dear." Haruka ushered her oldest back into the bed.

As much as Saito wanted to protest he did as was told.

After getting situated, Haruka kissed them both on the head. "You know to call me if you need anything."

They both nodded and with that she left. Saito laid back down and Netto sat up beside him to keep him company.

Their mother had left a basin just in case Saito wasn't feeling well again. Which in the end, Saito was very grateful for as his stomach decided it was not done with him.

Netto was of course ever by his side holding him steady as he clutched the basin tight, hoping and praying the worst would be over soon because the gagging made his chest hurt worse.

"Why...why do...do you stay?" Saito asked quietly as he inhaled as he coughed once more. "Isn't...it gross?"

"I stay because you need me." Netto said instantly as he continued rubbing circles on Saito's back. "How could I leave you when you need me the most? Also you can and would do the same for me. How many times have you stayed by my side whether you were in the PET or not, doing whatever you could to make me feel better when I was stuck in bed? That's what you do when you care about someone."

Saito felt his eyes watering and that he wanted to cry.

"If you're done I can go get Mom."

Saito nodded and Netto called for their mother. Haruka came within a minute's notice, told the twin's she was proud of them, and left to clean the basin out.

Saito mindlessly thought about how his mother was a hero for how she wordlessly took care of them and never complained. She was too nice and deserved the world. When she came back she checked Saito for a fever which he thankfully didn't have.

"No fever which is good. Let me get you a ginger ale and crackers." She handed Saito a towel to clean his face with.

Saito nodded but he felt very tired and laid back down as soon as she left the room. The good thing about being twins was that he didn't have to ask Netto if he could use him as pillow or if they could cuddle. Netto already knew.

And so Saito cuddled up into Netto's side using his twin's stomach as a pillow.

"Comfortable?" Netto asked softly as he put his arm around his older twin.

"Yeah...back hurts." Saito replied tiredly.

"Unfortunately not surprised though." Netto took a pillow and placed it behind Saito. "Try to get some rest if you can. I'll be here."

"M'kay. Thanks Netto...you're the best."

Netto smiled. "Anytime Nii-San. Love you."

"Love you too." And when Haruka came back Saito was thankfully fast asleep.

The oldest twin slept through the whole night easily and the next morning woke up feeling a bit better just empty and exhausted.

"How's my dears doing?" Haruka asked the next morning. Netto hadn't come to get her since the evening so she hoped everything had been alright.

"Better." Saito said hoarsely. "Just weak. And head hurts."

"I'm glad your stomach is better sweetie. Now we just gotta finish letting your chest recover."

Netto was snoring and fast asleep beside Saito. He deserved all the rest he wanted, Saito thought as he squeezed his twin's hand.

"How about a really light breakfast? With some gatorade?"

Saito nodded. His stomach growled now that it had stopped being a jerk. "Yes please."

"I'll get right to it. You guys stay put."

"Can you make Netto hot chocolate?"

"Sure thing. I'm sure he'd love that." Haruka smiled gently.

"I can't make it myself but I just want to thank him even in a small way." Saito smiled a bit. "He rarely gets to have that so."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"No ma'am thank you."

"That's what Momma's are for Saito." Haruka kissed his head once more and left to start breakfast.

Saito sat up in bed and watched a little tv on the laptop making sure to be quiet so Netto could stay sleeping. "I love you Netto. A lot. You mean the world to me."

"Love you...too...Nii-San..." Netto slurred in his sleep but smiled.

#my fanfiction #hikari twins #hikari saito #hikari netto #mmbn #sickfic #emetophobia warning #Phew...really wanted to get this out of my head #rockman.exe #Imagine getting sick like that for the first time I'm sure it absolutely sucks even for someone who isn't afraid #Netto is a really sweet twin brother #He just wants his Nii-San to feel better #Haruka Hikari #Best mom #Therapy and coping

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i-did-not-mean-to · 10 months

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Mind Control

Let's kick the darker part of December off with Námo having an idea, Irmo enabling his brother, and Fëanor having a very bad time because of it...

Please be advised that this story, as all stories, are on the fringe of consent and good taste at times.

Please proceed warily! Take care of yourselves, loves!

Prompt: Mind Control

Characters: Námo, Irmo, Fëanor x Nerdanel

Words: 2 210

Warnings: Minor Manipulation, confusion -> dubcon, NSFW, nudity, reference to potential incest, vaginal sex

“Brother!”

Irmo looked up in surprise—it was rare that Námo came to see him at work for the eminently dignified Lord was usually entirely absorbed by his own tasks.

Curiosity and earnest affection gave the Ruler of Reveries wings as he rushed over to the dark shadow’s side, basking in the air of cool efficiency emanating from his older sibling.

Where Nienna was warm and soothing, Námo was the blessed, fresh breeze on a sweltering day, and Irmo loved them both more than words could describe.

“What can I do for you, oh Lord of the Dead?” he asked teasingly—he was too attuned to the desires and impulses of those around him not to notice the discreet thrum of unspoken wishes in his brother’s soul.

“Punishment,” Námo replied calmly.

Sucking his teeth, the Lord of Dreams and Desires shook his head. “That is not my purview, as you well know, and I am sure that my wife would not approve.”

The heavy cowl dissimulating a pale face of heart-wrenching, soul-destroying beauty shifted as Námo cocked his head in disbelief.

“I am the judge of all things—I am the law and the right—and you think that I’d come to you behind Estë’s back?”

It was now the older one’s turn to cluck reprovingly.

“Your wife has given me quite an interesting lecture on the bodies of incarnates—she agrees that, once an impasse such as the one I am facing is reached, one must consider more drastic therapeutic measures.”

“Very well then,” Irmo gave in. “Am I right in surmising that it is one of those pesky Ñoldorin kings of yore who is to suffer terrible nightmares?”

Pride and affection shone in tangible waves from the deep, dark recesses of Námo’s obscuring cloak as he nodded slowly. “Curufinwë Fëanáro himself,” he admitted. “And—ah! Come and see for yourself.”

Irmo followed that exhortation obediently even though he was already perfectly aware of the confused and torturous labyrinth of half-formed wishes and reluctant desires smouldering in the Elf’s soul as embers in a neglected forge.

“Methinks, he doesn’t need any of us to make himself laughably miserable,” he remarked upon sliding up beside his impassive, motionless brother when they finally reached the cell of one of the most notorious of the Children.

“He needs guidance,” Námo started decisively.

“He’s always refused it,” Irmo reminded him gently.

“Yes.” A hint of supercilious humour tinged the Judge’s voice now. “That is why we won’t give him any choice this time.”

Fëanor stared despondently at the wavering nothingness surrounding him when he was quite overcome by a sudden wave of fatigue—he instinctively knew that there was nothing natural about it, but he could not shake off the blinding mist obdurately flooding his leaden mind.

Everything around him seemed to blur into a maelstrom of melting time and swirling events, and he could do nought but bear it, in hopes that sooner or later the sickening vertigo would subside.

When he finally managed to blink and clear his sight, he was standing in a bedroom he had not seen in an eternity. In front of him, stood a young maiden with whom he had once exchanged a few flirty, inconsequential quips in the halls of his father.

“’Náro,” she sighed, undoing the laces of her tunic and laying bare beautifully youthful, pert breasts that were screaming for his attention and tenderness.

“No,” Fëanor muttered. “This is not what happened—we have never…”

He could feel strange, inquisitive eyes burning into the back of his neck, and he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably to brace against the pervasive influx of corrupting madness some evil power was pouring into his befuddled mind.

He had always known, he reminded himself adamantly. Even in the most foolish years of his unsullied youth, he had been painfully aware of his duties, and she had been but the daughter of a minor courtier. He would never have risked her reputation and his hand for a fleeting tryst.

Before his very eyes, however, she now undressed further and extended her pale, soft arms to him, and he found himself unable to withstand the alluring call of her self-forgotten willingness. Too long had he abided in solitude and darkness, condemned to mull over his crimes in utter isolation, and so he could not forego the chance to feel another body’s heat chase the ubiquitous chill that had crept into his immaterial bones.

At the very moment that his body was about to collide with her firm, nubile flesh, though, the whole scene shifted once more.

“Brother,” Ñolo, his half-brother, turned around and gave him one of those tender, slightly awkward smiles that did nothing to distract from the impressive shapeliness of his bare chest. “Have you come to reprimand me for being late? Which one do you like better?”

Fëanor shrank back as the old-familiar burn of illicit, morally abhorrent desire made his thighs clench and his mouth go dry.

Indis’s first-born had ever been as compellingly gorgeous as infuriatingly oblivious of that fact, and he had hated him with a fervent passion for fear of what other feelings and yearnings might be hidden just underneath the thin veneer of his hurt pride.

While Fëanor was battling his baser instincts, Fingolfin was holding up two shirts—one of a subdued eggshell colour and the other one a mesmerizingly deep blue—as if he was truly expecting his seemingly not-all-too-surprising visitor to help him choose between them.

“What do I care?” Fëanor barked so he would not pounce upon that naked flesh and sink his teeth into the bulging muscles to make the other squirm and squeal with pain and rapture alike.

The disappointed, injured look spreading across Fingolfin’s soft, sweet face made Fëanor’s heart clench, but his involuntary reaction of relenting tenderness only gave rise to another slew of all the more vicious snarls and aggressive gestures.

This was just a dream, he tried to tell himself—none of this was real, but when his half-brother’s mouth, soft and desperate, was pressed against his own taut lips, he could not suppress the very real shivering sigh that escaped him.

Endless training sessions in the study as well as in the courtyard had left the younger one’s sensuous fingers strong and unexpectedly calloused, a hidden feature of which Fëanor had not been aware until slightly rough palms slid under his tunic to trace the outline of his well-honed, frantically clenching muscles in a caress so corruptingly naïve and eager that he had to force himself to stay still lest he do something unforgivable like succumbing to the torturous onslaught of shameless seduction.

“This didn’t happen,” he whispered. “I would never have dishonoured our father and his house so.”

“But you wanted to,” an insidious voice, incorporeal and wavering, susurrated, telling Fëanor that he was definitely not alone. He bristled—he had never allowed anyone to know about the strange tension between his half-brother and him, and he was loath to let down his walls even in death and desolation.

“That is of no consequence—what is this? A compilation of all the opportunities I’ve missed? It was a conscious decision, and it does me credit,” Fëanor spat resolutely even as the hands of one who had no reason or right to be here moved in tantalising circles across his trembling skin. “Leave me be! I shan’t submit to your ludicrous corruption!”

Irmo cocked his head at his brother. “He certainly is a fiery one,” he commented, a hint of amused fondness in his voice. “He knows that you are toying with him.”

Nodding, Námo pointed at the edges of the vacillating soul—they could see the ignominious former King of the Ñoldor such as he truly was through the sheer veil of a body his memory had merely conjured up, and it now became evident that Fëanor’s essence had grown more solid already. “Naturally, he persistently misunderstands my purpose, cursed be his defiance, but it’s working.”

“Love does that,” Irmo agreed pleasantly. “That is your design, isn’t it? After neither friends nor family could move him sufficiently, you thought to skirt the brittle, dangerous boundaries of modesty by digging into his more depraved memories? Devious, but effective!”

There was no judgment or reprimand in those words; Irmo was veritably impressed by how ruthless and determined his brother was in the pursuit of the questionable goal of getting Fëanor ready to be returned to those who awaited him most patiently.

“Shall we get on with it? Maybe we should let him…consume the act this time? He seems to grow rather…impatient,” the Lord of Dreams then remarked lightly, nodding at the flickering cluster of bright, pulsating light radiating from the core of Fëanor’s quickly firming silhouette.

“Her then,” Námo relented immediately and smiled when the scene shifted yet again.

“Nerdë!” Half-scream, half-sob, the name of his lost wife sprang from Fëanor’s tingling lips.

“Hush, I’ve only just gotten Káno to stop yowling,” she chided him softly as she sat up in a bed he remembered all too well.

Her smell—clay dust and wildflowers—filled the room, and this time, he did not hesitate to hasten over to let himself be embraced by those impossibly strong and yet incomparably soft arms.

A remnant of doubt lingered in his mind, but he could not say whether this torturously tender scene was a fabrication or a bona fide memory; there had been so many evenings just like this, sitting in bed and talking, while their sons slept down the hallway.

Nevertheless, Nerdanel, the Wise, seemed to have different plans for she pulled him closer to her alluringly freckled chest and sighed when his lips closed around her right nipple through the thin chemise she was wearing. He had married her out of love and folly, and he was sure that none of the chronicles of his terrible crimes would even bother to mention how unconditionally and desperately he had wanted her.

Of course, the staggering number of sons as well as their relative youth on their wedding day were clear signs, but he still hoped that these scheming ink-smeared liars would have the decency to pay homage to Nerdanel’s beauty and his devotion to her appropriately.

“We have to be quiet,” she whispered again, and now, he thought that he recognised her conspiratorial, youthful tone.

As her thighs fell open around him and her broad, nimble fingers tangled in his unbound hair, a surge of compounded darkness made his head spin and his blood boil. Here she was, his one true love, opening up beneath the unyielding pressure of his heated flesh like a blossom in spring, and he might have wept for joy and relief.

Mouthing the name of a child not yet conceived, he closed his eyes as she shifted ever so slightly to steer him resolutely towards the voracious heat of her desire—everything about her touch, her almost mocking smile, and her tiny gasp as he slid into her was so painfully familiar that—for a single, precious moment—Fëanor entirely forgot that none of it was genuine.

How could he have thought of the Valar and their senseless games when Nerdanel’s flesh was writhing—warm and tight—around his cock? Could anyone have faulted him for losing sight of the unfathomably convoluted games of destiny and retribution when he was losing his mind, his heart, his whole self in the velvet abyss of her burning gaze as she met his every thrust halfway?

Her body was strong and glorious, and he worshipped at the altar of her lust as the inexorably increasing pace made his hips stutter against her—Nerdanel laughed breathlessly and surged up to capture his lips in a searing kiss, greedily drinking every tiny moan as she had once lapped dew off green leaves at sunrise.

Nothing mattered besides her—the softness of her breasts against his heaving chest, the clenching ripples of her cunt as her own climax threatened to overwhelm her, and her throaty moans that spurred him ever on—and Fëanor, ever a slave to the fatal flaw of impatience, grabbed her waist possessively to lift her just a fraction before bearing down in frantic movements of unbridled rapture.

Teeth clenching mercilessly around her slender wrist to keep from waking her precious babies, Nerdanel arched into his punishing thrusts one last time; seeing her come undone once again was an image so exquisite that it burned itself through Fëanor’s eyes straight into what was left of his soul.

Throwing his head back in a soundless scream of deliverance, he exploded within her.

Just as he was about to bend down to kiss Nerdanel’s sweat-sheened brow, though, he was whisked back to his cell, alone and shivering. “Come back, you coward!” he bellowed, blind anger and devastating loss ravaging his tortured soul. “Take me back.”

“It actually worked,” Irmo muttered as if he was surprised himself by how successful his brother’s hare-brained plan had turned out to be. “I shall come back soon then?”

“Thank you,” Námo said, bowed, and retreated.

Had he not known better, Irmo would have sworn that the Lord Judge, ever serious, was skipping merrily down the wavering halls of Mandos.

-> Masterlist (by @tolkienpinupcalendar)

Lots of love from me, please take care of yourselves!

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brainrot-stitch · 8 months

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Thinking of simpler times.. (rant/vent ig)

It's nice just to like

Be able to lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling and hear the crickets outside and no electronic noises. It reminds me of the 2 hurricanes that happened a few yrs back, and like I know it's fucked up to think about because it was horrible, but at the same time it was nice in a way idk how to describe well. It was miserable and hot but I was with family and didn't have to worry or stress about people or grades.. we just kinda existed for a while. I don't want more hurricanes to happen, that would be crazy, but I miss what came after.

Idk I think I've just been getting worked up over a lot of stuff recently and ik other people have it like so so much worse so I don't rlly like to complain abt it, especially in the gc, but nights like these where it's dark and quiet and calm just really get to me I guess. Nights where I can just think about everything and cry before I have to wake up the next day and repeat everything over and over and over. Every day is so bland and numb with sudden spikes of panic mixed in and at the end of the day I barely remember it. I don't remember so so much of my life that I think I should, and I don't know why I just forget. Weather something good or something bad happens I know it will eventually be faded and forgotten just as I will one day.

I'm not really big on being remembered, I've come to accept the fact of mortality and there will be a day where we will each be thought of for the last time and that is when we're truly gone. But for the short amount of time I am remembered, I don't want to be remembered like this. Like who I am and what I do and how I act right now. I don't know what I want to be remembered like, but it's not this.

There's so many issues that seem like the end of the world, that feel inescapable, and I know they're not. I feel like I'm either just being dramatic or gaslighting myself into believing they're bigger issues than they already are. Anything could send me into a spiral that night, from the smallest issue to the biggest one. Even if not, they still have an effect on my day to day life and I don't know how to fix it. And other people are always either confused or upset but they don't understand, and I don't know how to help them understand.

It's hard to care about my grades when there is literally no point and all I do is rot all day. Even if I did care I'm not smart enough to get a college tuition, and we definitely can't pay for it ourselves. They say it's gonna leave a permanent mark that people will see on my resume, but there is a good likelihood I won't make it past adulthood with the way things are going, so why should that matter. Plus it's so so hard to focus. Even if I try I get distracted or start daydreaming or The Thoughts come back. And people will say "oh just pay attention" or "just don't daydream duh" and I cant. Like I physically cannot I am unable to do so. Plus the daydreams happen at random half the time and then I'm not in school anymore I'm in another world and everything's either going really well with things I wish would happen irl or everything is going absolutely horribly and u can't stop it. They're like "just do your work it's not that hard" I hear what you're saying but you're not hearing me bro. I can't 'just do it' and nobody seems to understand that except specific strangers on the internet.

There's other issues too but I am too scared to share them on tumblr rn and I know this may seem kinda dumb but if I live on this will affect me for life but it's so so numb and I'm so SO tired allll the time and sleep never helps at all and I literally just rot all day...

Literally the only reason I take care of myself at this point is so people don't judge me and idk if that's normal or not but I'm assuming it's not.. like if I have to go somewhere ill take a shower and brush my teeth and wash my face and put on perfume n shit but if not I will have a 'self care day' but idk if it's self care if the only thing I do is rot in bed all day and only get up to go to the bathroom or (sometimes) get food/water. I sleep so much and the days all blur together and it's so so so soo bad in summer. I think I have like reverse seasonal depression bc like when it's cold and dark and raining I THRIVE like never before (even if the constant tired doesn't go away, even if everything still sucks and I still hate the people I care about the most) it's just so nice. But in summer when it's hot and miserable and humid and my ac doesn't work and you can feel the mosquitos it is such a fucking low for me idk how to even describe it. When when we get the 2 months off for summer break it's so bad bro I think that's one of my lowest points excluding being in school when it's hot. If I didn't have church I know I would go those 2 months and not take care of myself at all and ik it sounds gross and it is and I hate it but why even try if I just fucking rot on my bed like a useless ass beached whale.

The crickets are gone

I miss them 💔

I don't get why it's so hard to sleep when I'm so so fucking tired or why I rot all day or why I'm so fucking angry and irritable all the time for no reason and it sucks ass tbh. And idk why I can't fucking do things like normal people can or why I think differently or why my thoughts are so fucked up and I disappoint the people I love. I don't really wanna do this anymore, I don't wanna be here much longer, but I know I have to because if I do it it'll break them in ways they will never be able to fix, and I don't wanna be that selfish. I want to help people, I want to be confident, and I wanna make people smile. I want to be able to ignore the daydreams, to block out the characters in my head and The Thoughts that I hate so much, and I wanna stop doing shit like this when I don't deserve it.

But sometimes all you can do is find a cold, dark, and quiet place, and think for a while.

Sorry for the long post gang, see yall with a silly goofy post another day <3

#rant #vent #:3 #tw unalive thoughts #only near the end tho #long post #gross why do i have skin eughhhh #i nees to un body rn #why havent i hit the bottom

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headcanonsandmore · 2 years

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“(Accidentally) In Love”, Chapter Four

Summary: After Tegan's shocking declaration at the end of the last chapter (well, shocking to Nyssa, anyway), what will happen now? Will Nyssa and Tegan finally be honest with each other? Will Yaz and Thirteen's wedding proceed with no issues? And just where are all the other Doctors? In the concluding chapter, we find out...

(Just a heads up- this chapter gets a little saucy in the first scene. Nothing’s explicit but it is alluded to)

Read on FFN. Read on AO3.

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‘I do,’ said Tegan.

Nyssa sucked in a breath, her eyes widening as Tegan slowly sat up next to her, turning on the light as she did so. Oh, god, Tegan had heard her. She had heard everything. She’d heard Nyssa’s confession and her ridiculous one-sided feelings for-

Wait, what had Tegan just said?

‘T-Tegan…’ Nyssa stammered, her heart in her mouth. ‘I… you…’

‘I do mean it the same way you do,’ Tegan said, her mouth stretching into a soft smile that took Nyssa’s breath away. ‘I love you, Nys. Do… do you really love me?’

‘I… yes,’ Nyssa replied, softly. ‘I do. But… oh, Tegan; I’ve been very idiotic. I’m sorry, I overheard your phone call with Peri the other day, and then I… I realised… oh, no…’

Nyssa buried her face in her hands, feeling absolutely mortified.

‘Hey…’ Tegan said, soothingly, as she stroked Nyssa’s arm. ‘It’s okay. I started realising around then as well, so please don’t beat yourself up about it.’

‘But I was so stupid!’ Nyssa exclaimed, tears already forming in her eyes. ‘I thought it was platonic to wash your naked back, for goodness’ sake!’

‘Feelings are complicated, love; and, as for the back-washing, I thought it was hot.’

‘Oooohhhh…’ Nyssa moaned, miserably. ‘Stop it…’

Tegan cupped Nyssa’s face in her hands, stroking away the tears that were trickling down Nyssa’s cheeks.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘Please don’t cry; I’m here now.’

‘But you’ve always been here,’ Nyssa sobbed, blinking. ‘That’s why I love you. But… oh, Tegan, I’ve been such a fool-’

‘If you’ve been a fool, then so have I,’ the Australian replied, with fierce affection. ‘I should have known that I loved you from the second I realised that I didn’t want to spend my life without you.’

‘R-really?’

‘Yep,’ Tegan said. ‘I love you, Nyssa Traken. I bloody love you.’

As one, they moved, and their lips pressed together, softly. It was a very chaste, soft kiss; the sort of delicate kiss that carried tenderness and gentle care. The sort of kiss that could only come from knowing the person intimately for years before. For young people, it probably wouldn’t be considered romantic, but.. Tegan and Nyssa weren’t young. Romance for them wasn’t the rush of sudden new feelings but the steady, calm love of a life lived together in mutual support.

After a few moments like that, they slowly broke apart, both smiling. Tegan’s hands moved down from Nyssa’s face, skimming along the loose material of the nightie to settle on her sides.

‘Oh, Tegan…’ Nyssa whispered, her own hands playing with strands of Tegan’s hair. ‘I love you too. Oh, this… this is wonderful.’

‘Well, truth be told, I have had some experience kissing women-’

Nyssa laughed, swatting Tegan on the arm.

‘I’m being serious!’

‘So am I. Although I’m not concerned with other women right now; just this one’-Tegan squeezed Nyssa, her eyes glinting-‘Nice nightie, by the way-’

‘Tegan Jovanka, you are incorrigible!’ Nyssa exclaiming, feeling her face flush and gooseflesh erupt up her sides.

‘Yeah,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Because you absolutely weren’t aware of how bloody gorgeous you look wearing it.’

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

Tegan pressed another kiss to her lips.

‘Do you now?’

‘Well…’ Nyssa said, slowly. ‘You may need to go into more detail…’

Tegan grinned, and Nyssa felt her heartrate begin to increase.

‘Oh…’ Tegan said, fingers now trailing up to fiddle with the lining of the nighties neckline. ‘You gonna make me?’

A switch inside Nyssa seemed to click. Before she quite knew what she was doing or what was happening, Tegan was lying on top of the mattress, with Nyssa straddling her thighs, bent over the Australian, their faces barely a few inches apart. Tegan’s face had turned pink, and her breathing had suddenly turned very heavy indeed. From Nyssa’s perspective, it looked rather wonderful. And Tegan also seemed to be enjoying the view from where she lay, if the flustered and breathlessly excited expression on her face was anything to go by.

Her own chest heaving, Nyssa leaned down further and pressed her lips hungrily to Tegan’s. She was so exhilarated that the crick in her neck didn’t seem to register. Tegan’s hands were lost in the mass of Nyssa’s curls, already spilling down around Nyssa’s face. Nyssa’s pulse was getting quicker and quicker with every passing second, and she could have sworn that Tegan was trembling slightly underneath her. Given the way Tegan was furiously kissing her back, the trembling was not from fear. Nyssa’s hands roamed further and further down before-

Oh. Yes, definitely not trembling from fear.

Their lips parted, and the two women gave out a heavy breath each. In the tussle of frantic passion, Tegan’s pyjama top had ridden up, revealing beautiful bare skin underneath. Nyssa stared down, her breathing heavy and husky.

‘M-more detail?’ Tegan gasped, her voice quavering as she gazed up at Nyssa.

Nyssa grinned down at the Australian.

‘Every. Single. Detail.’

Tegan swallowed, breathlessly, and then began to pull at her own pyjamas. Nyssa climbed off Tegan to help her, unable to contain her gleeful smile as she pulled the top over Tegan’s head. A few moments of hurried scrambling later, Tegan discarded the offending items of sleepwear over the side of the mattress. Tegan’s flushed face stared up at Nyssa, who chose that moment to climb back onto Tegan’s hips, enjoying the feeling of bare skin quivering against her own legs.

‘Damn.’

‘L-language, Nys.’

‘Oh, you’re going to be saying far worse than that tonight, Tegan...’ Nyssa purred against the older woman’s ear, as her hand began to roam around the back of Tegan’s leg, sliding upwards before reaching-

‘O-oh…’

Nyssa’s smile widened.

‘“Oh” indeed.’

‘Nyssa…’ Tegan moaned. ‘Don’t leave me hanging like this…’

‘Well…’ Nyssa whispered, into Tegan’s ear, and seeing the gooseflesh erupt her neck at her voice. ‘You have been good, I suppose.’

She sat back up on her haunches. In one solid motion, Nyssa removed her nightie, enjoying the soft moan that escaped from Tegan’s lips as she stared upwards -awestruck- at the woman still straddling her hips. The Australian’s eyes were filled with a fierce tenderness that caused Nyssa’s pulse to quicken.

‘Damn,’ Tegan breathed, her eyes glinting in the half-light.

‘Hypocrite,’ Nyssa said, leaning down against Tegan’s chest, feeling her stomach fizz at the sudden contact of bare flesh against bare flesh. Tegan shivered deliciously beneath her. ‘Now, please shut up and kiss me.’

Tegan grinned excitedly. Their lips met again in another frenzy, and their hands began to roam.

It was going to be a very fun night.

Nyssa opened her eyes dimly, as sunlight streamed into the bedroom.

Tegan was lying next to her, a hand reaching across Nyssa’s stomach. It was a good thing that the blanket was covering them both, because otherwise Nyssa would have lost her cool entirely in the swirl of memories that surfaced from the previous night. Especially the memories of why neither of them had been interested in putting their night things back on again before falling asleep.

Nyssa’s mouth stretched into a very soft, very satisfied smile.

Easing Tegan’s arm off her, Nyssa sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and slipping her nightie back over her head.

‘Shame.’

Nyssa startled, turning to see Tegan lying on her side on top of the duvet, using her arm to get her head elevated. She was also grinning. Nyssa’s mouth seemed to turn very dry. Possibly something to do with the pinkening of Tegan’s skin in certain places. Places that Nyssa was now very familiar with.

‘Oh, shush,’ Nyssa said, blushing as she pulled the nightie down past her knees. ‘Besides, it’s almost seven; we need to get down to breakfast soon. I’ll take my shower first.’

‘Nyssa….’ Tegan complained. ‘Breakfast doesn’t even start till eight-thirty, why do we have to rush?’

‘My hair takes forever to dry,’ Nyssa said. ‘Besides, if you had your way, we’d be there barely five minutes before the end.’

‘If I remember correctly, we both had our way last night-’

‘Tegan!’

The Australian let out a bark of laughter, as Nyssa’s face burned scarlet.

‘Can we least cuddle for a bit?’ she said, scooting over and wrapping her arms around Nyssa’s back. Given the flimsiness of the nightie, this did little to reduce Nyssa’s already accelerating heartrate. ‘I promise, I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

‘Like you were last night?’

‘Oh, I’ll leave that decision up to you. You are rather good at those decisions, Nys…’

Nyssa’s will crumbled under Tegan’s onslaught, and she allowed herself to be pulled back onto the mattress, Tegan cuddled up against her.

‘See?’ Tegan said, grinning. ‘Isn’t this nicer?’

‘Five minutes, my darling,’ Nyssa said, primly ignoring the way certain parts of Tegan were pressing into her. ‘And not a moment longer.’

Half an hour later, Nyssa eventually entered the bathroom and set to work brushing her teeth. If she was careful with the shampoo, she should be able to get her hair sorted before they needed to go to breakfast.

Nyssa ignored the blush on her cheeks as she spat out the toothpaste. Tegan sure could be… persuasive when she didn’t want Nyssa to move.

Grumbling to herself about her own weak will, Nyssa removed her nightie and climbed into the bath, pulling the shower curtain across. She set the water to a moderate temperature (it was summer, after all) and began to rinse her hair. Good grief, if she had frizz in the wedding pictures-

There was a click as the door opened.

‘Tegan!’

‘I’m just brushing my teeth, I swear,’ came the reply, and Nyssa could hear the sound of the tap being run. ‘Don’t worry, I know not to disturb a lady during her shower.’

‘Er… thank you, my darling.’

‘No worries.’

There was a brief pause, while Nyssa turned off the water.

‘So… “my darling”?’

‘Was it too much?’ Nyssa said, now applying shampoo. ‘Sorry, probably too early on to-’

‘I like it,’ Tegan replied, her voice exceedingly gentle. ‘It’s… perfect. Very “you”.’

‘How do you mean; posh?’

‘No; more… learned.’

‘Thank you, Tegan.’

‘It’s true. Although, to be honest, Nyssa, I wasn’t expecting this conversation to happen while you were in the shower.’

‘Neither was I.’

‘Kinda suits us, though.’

Nyssa smiled to herself, as she continued to rub the shampoo into her hair.

‘Yes, I suppose it does.’

‘Now, you know about the water shortage this summer, so we should probably share a shower-’

‘Out, Tegan Jovanka, out!’

Tegan laughed again, before the door clicked shut behind her.

Nyssa giggled to herself, as she turned the water back on. She was enjoying this already, it had to be said. It was mostly due to knowing that, after all that confusion, her feelings for Tegan were returned in kind. In many wonderful ways.

Ways not limited to the fun things they’d discovered before falling asleep, but Nyssa couldn’t deny that those were especially enjoyable to remember. Just not when she was showering.

Showering by herself, anyway.

After they were both showered and dressed, both Tegan and Nyssa took the opportunity to not-so-subtly admire the others choice of outfit, with Nyssa giving Tegan’s backside a quick squeeze that caused the Australian to squeal in delight. After fifteen minutes later, the two women (now both looking slightly ruffled) left their chalet and headed over the breakfast hall. A buffet of various breakfast foods and drinks had been assembled on a long table. Tegan grabbed a plate of toast, while Nyssa chose her standard bowl of porridge. Peri waved them over from her table nearby, and Nyssa sat down next to her.

‘I’ll grab us some drinks,’ Tegan said. ‘Nys, cuppa tea?’

‘May I have-’

‘A spot of milk and no sugar?’ Tegan finished, smiling. ‘Of course you may.’

Nyssa smiled, and Tegan headed across to the drinks part of the table, where several kettles were assembled.

‘God, you two are so cute, it’s almost nauseating,’ Peri said, chuckling fondly. ‘Domestic bliss, isn’t it.’

Nyssa blushed, smiling as she tucked into her bowl of porridge.

‘Something like that,’ she said, softly. It really wasn’t anyone’s business what her and Tegan had gotten up to barely ten minutes before, after all. That was private. And rather enjoyable. Nyssa was almost regretting that they would have to wait the entire day before being properly alone again. Still, it couldn’t be helped.

A few moments later, Tegan reappeared with two large mugs. Setting Nyssa’s tea down next to her plate, the Australian pecked her on the cheek and sat down in the next seat along.

‘Alright, lovebirds,’ Peri said, as both Tegan and Nyssa flushed slightly pink. ‘I’ve known for ages about you two. But I bet you two didn’t figure things out until lately, right?’

‘Rude.’

‘But accurate,’ Nyssa added, bumping her shoulder softly against Tegan’s. ‘I think your phone call was indeed something of a wake-up call.’

The rest of breakfast passed very calmly. There was a significant amount of cooing over the various children (mainly Yaz’s extended family) in their smart wedding outfits. Tegan and Nyssa mostly sat away from this, letting the younger people get excited for the wedding ceremony in barely an hours’ time. They both took the opportunity to head to the bathroom and quickly touch themselves up; they didn’t want to look rumpled for the wedding itself. In fact, after sitting back down, it was about ten minutes before the wedding was due to start, when-

‘Er…’

Tegan and Nyssa turned in their seats. Ryan was stood nearby, looking worried.

‘Everything okay?’

‘I… can you help me with something? Yaz has got enough going on without bothering her with this.’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa said, before quickly finishing off the last of her porridge and getting to her feet. Tegan did the same, picking up her toast in one hand. The two of them bade goodbye to Peri, followed Ryan out of the breakfast hall, and into a quiet corridor nearby.

‘Yaz put me in charge of getting all the guests sorted. Everyone who should be here is here. Except…’

‘Let me guess,’ Tegan said, munching on her toast. ‘A certain bunch of people with doctorates haven’t turned up.’

Ryan nodded, his face worried.

Tegan and Nyssa exchanged a glance, before nodding.

‘We’ll help you find them,’ Nyssa said. ‘We have experience chasing them for paperwork, after all.’

‘Thanks,’ Ryan said, smiling happily. He passed Nyssa a long list; presumably the entire guest list. ‘The last I saw, most of the other guests were already here…’

Tegan and Nyssa followed him into the main hall. Sur enough, none of the Doctors were present, although most of the rest of the university faculty were.

‘If I was one of these Doctors, where would I be?’ Nyssa mused to herself.

‘Well, that northern one’s in here,’ said Ryan, pointing to the open door of the boiler room. ‘I must have missed him earlier; I panicked when I saw none of them were here yet.’

Tegan and Nyssa poked their hands through. Sure enough, the Northern man (wearing a simple suit instead of his normal leather jacket) was kneeling next to the boiler. A wrench was in his hand.

‘Hello,’ he said, turning to Tegan and Nyssa. ‘The staff said it was on the blink. I used to be a janitor; this thing hasn’t had its check-up this year, so thought I’d hop in and get it sorted.’

‘The… wedding is due to start soon,’ Nyssa said, slowly.

‘Sorry,’ said the Northern man, tightening up the last nut with his wrench. ‘On me way now. Thought I heard people arriving out there. Where are the other Doctors? I didn’t see any of them when I turned up.’

‘Goodness knows where,’ Tegan grumbled, having now finished all of her toast. ‘You help Ryan direct the guests into their seats; me and Nys will track the others down.’

‘On it,’ said the Northerner, climbing to his feet.

The three of them emerged from the boiler room, to find that several more guests had arrived, including the cricket man (who had clearly just run there, and gave a wheezy wave to Tegan and Nyssa) and a cat-button man who shared an office with him. There was also a short man with an umbrella stood by the window, who was talking to a man with floppy long hair and wearing a wild-west-style velvet suit.

‘Well, at least that’s those four accounted for,’ Tegan said, frowning. ‘Where do you think the others might be?’

Nyssa scratched her chin, her brow furrowed.

‘The Doctor in the pinstripe suit; did he have someone as his guest?’

‘Rose, I think.’

‘Yeah,’ the Northerner confirmed, as he headed past, escorting Jo Grant and Mr Benton to their seats. ‘If he spent more time focusing on his paperwork and less time snogging my best friend, everything would be a lot simpler.’

‘Hmmm…’

Nyssa grabbed Tegan’s hand and pulled her out of the room.

‘Any guesses?’ Tegan asked, as they hurried along. Nyssa was surprisingly intense when she wanted to be.

‘Well, if we were as lovey-dovey as those two seem to be, we’d probably be…’

Nyssa stopped, before a closed cupboard. Tegan stumbled to a halt beside her. Straining her ears, the Australian could just make the sounds of… was that kissing?

Nyssa slammed the cupboard door open.

Pinstripe and Rose leapt apart, both blushing bright red.

‘Do you mind?’ Pinstripe exclaimed, his voice one octave higher than normal. ‘Get your own cupboard!’

‘At least wait to snog your girlfriend until after the ceremony,’ Tegan chided, irritably. ‘Good grief!’

‘You do realise that the wedding is due to start very soon?’ Nyssa asked, her eyes narrowed.

‘Er, no-’

‘Well, you should have known!’ Tegan exclaimed, jabbing her finger against pinstripe’s lapels. ‘Where’s the one with the bow tie and the flappy hands?’

‘Ow!’ the scrawny man exclaimed, rubbing his chest. ‘I dunno; I haven’t seen him in months. Maybe the kitchen?’

Dragging the two interrupted lovers behind them, Tegan and Nyssa hurried along the corridor, and burst into the kitchen.

There was a yelp, as someone fell off a nearby table in shock.

A few seconds later, a floppy-haired head popped up over the table. His mouth was lining with icing sugar and his eyes were very wide. A bowtie was haphazardly worn around his neck.

‘Hello!’ he exclaimed, smiling. ‘Sorry, got a bit delayed.’

Tegan and Nyssa both sighed, rolling their eyes.

‘Weren’t you in South America with the Scottish man?’

‘Change of plans,’ came the reply, as the Scottish man himself appeared from around the nearest cupboard door. ‘We could hardly miss young Theta’s wedding now, could we?’

‘You very nearly did,’ Nyssa said, her eyes narrowing. ‘The ceremony is starting soon.’

‘I think you’re being a bit harsh,’ said Pinstripe. ‘After all, they’ve only just-’

‘Main hall. Now.’

The assembled Doctors quailed under Nyssa’s glare, trooping past her with eyes downcast.

‘Damn, Nys,’ Tegan said, nudging her with her shoulder. ‘You ought to do that more often.’

‘You like me being strict?’

‘Like it?’ Tegan exclaimed. ‘Nys, don’t you remember last night? Of course I like it; it’s bloody hot!’

Nyssa blushed.

‘Maybe later. For now, we still need to find the other Doctors.’

‘The older ones, you mean?’ Tegan asked, hurrying alongside Nyssa through the corridors and towards the main entrance. ‘Where could they be-’

There was a loud bang, like a car backfiring.

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, sarcastically, to herself. ‘I wonder who that could be…’

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a tall, foppish man strode through the main doors, followed by a short mop-topped man in tartan trousers. A slightly crotchety older man with a stick followed them a few paces later. Nyssa let out a sigh; these three had clearly often lost on the way to the venue. Despite the directions (plus a complimentary map) having been sent out to everyone a few days prior.

‘Ah, Tegan and Nyssa,’ said the fop, as he approached. ‘I must apologise for our lateness, my dears; you see, my colleague with the recorder had the map the wrong way round-’

‘Oh, no, you don’t!’ exclaimed the mop-top man. ‘You can’t drive safely, that’s what happened-’

‘I told these two we were going the wrong way,’ said the older man, smugly. ‘But would they listen to their elders-’

‘I don’t care whose fault it was,’ Nyssa cut in, her tone firm and disapproving. As one, both her and Tegan put their hands on the hips, in disapproval. ‘The wedding is almost due to start; get in there and don’t make a fuss.’

The three sidled away, looking rather bashful.

At that moment, a cupboard door opened and a tall man, wearing a ridiculously long scarf, tumbled out of it.

‘Oh, hello,’ he said, with a booming voice. ‘Am I in the right place-’

Tegan and Nyssa both pointed angrily towards the main hall. The man topped his battered hat at them, and sped off in that direction, leaving a vague smell of old coats and… jelly-babies? Weird bloke.

‘Is that all of them?’ Tegan asked, as they hurried back to the main hall.

‘All the ones that accepted the invitations, I believe,’ Nyssa replied, scanning the guest list. ‘I just hope they all managed to get to the hall in time…’

As the two women hurried over to the doors of the main hall, they could see that virtually every seat (aside from the two that were their own) were occupied. Tegan eased open the door, and they slipped inside.

‘Where the bloody hell have you all been?’ the Northern man hissed, irritably, as his fellow Doctors were getting sat down around him. ‘Cutting it very fine, don’t ya think?!’

‘Sorry,’ Rose replied, smiling in apology at her best friend.

Tegan and Nyssa tiptoed across the floor to their seats halfway through the stands, and quietly sat down. The two of them let out a small sigh of exhaustion; running around like that was a tad stressful for their tastes.

Nyssa reached out and intertwined her fingers with Tegan’s. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tegan biting down on her lip to stop herself smiling too much.

The music began, and everyone stood up.

The wedding had started.

All in all, it was a pretty wonderful wedding, Tegan thought. Yaz and the Doc had both been super adorable and sweet to each other when saying their vows, and everyone had cheered when they’d kissed for the first time as a married couple. It was beautiful to witness.

Tegan kept catching Nyssa’s eyes, their mouths both forming into smiles as they squeezed hands. It felt so… right, the two of them being there. Granted, they had always been close. But it shocked both of them just how easily the way of “being a couple” had been for them. Maybe they always had been a couple and just hadn’t realised it.

If everyone else was to be believed, that was exactly what had happened, and that Tegan and Nyssa were just a pair of oblivious disasters. Which, while a little rude, wasn’t a complete exaggeration, it had to be said. But it seemed to have all worked out, in the end. Now, they could both relax and enjoy the wedding, content to simply watch the young ‘uns start their own journey together.

After the ceremony itself had finished, everyone had followed Yaz and the Doctor into one of the smaller halls, which was where the reception itself was taking place. The food was fantastic. Tegan had to limit herself to a few plates, because there was so much variety that she wondered how much of the food could actually be eaten.

It didn’t help but Nyssa kept feeding her things off her own plate, but she looked so adorable doing so that Tegan couldn’t help but give in.

‘Awww…’

The two of them turned in their seats. Yaz and the Doctor had walked over, accompanied by a man who presumably was Yaz’s father.

‘You two are so sweet together,’ Yaz said, grinning before motioning between her father and the two women. ‘Dad, this is Tegan and Nyssa; they used to work with me in admin.’

‘How do?’ Mr Khan grinned, shaking both of the older women’s hands. ‘How long have you been partners for?’

‘Ten years,’ said Tegan and Nyssa, in unison, before catching each other’s eyes and grinning.

‘Aww,’ said the Doctor, putting her arm around her wife. ‘I love a good romance.’

‘Well, we are best friends too,’ Nyssa said, squeezing Tegan’s hand. ‘We know each other so well; no romantic confusion.’

‘Exactly,’ Tegan replied, causing Peri (who was sat nearby) to snort into her drink. Nyssa and Tegan both politely ignored this. It wasn’t stretching the truth that far, surely.

As the afternoon slowly gave way to the evening, the main party became more of a dance, with Yaz and the Doctor taking their first one as a married couple. Nyssa thought they were very sweet together. The song (which seemed to be an old Beatles tune) gave way to a song from the eighties.

Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love… can you hear me…

Nyssa turned from the dancefloor to see Tegan smiling at her.

‘Need some fresh air?’

‘I’d love some,’ Nyssa said, linking their hands together. ‘How about you?’

Tegan grinned, following her partner out onto the balcony. It was a warm summer evening, but the coolness of the air was a nice change from the warmth within the hall itself, which was still crammed with people dancing the night away. As youngsters, Tegan and Nyssa probably would have spent the evening doing exactly that, but their joints would not allow it.

‘Lovely view,’ Nyssa said, looking out across the fields.

‘Agreed.’

Nyssa turned. Tegan was staring directly at her.

‘Oh, stop it…’ she giggled, blushing.

Tegan slipped her arms around Nyssa’s middle, and pressed a kiss to her lips.

‘Never gonna stop it,’ Tegan said. ‘Nys, I’m still pinching myself at my luck that I get to have you in my life. You might as well get used to it.’

Nyssa smiled, softly stroking Tegan’s arm.

‘You really are far too sweet to me,’ she said, gazing up at the older woman. ‘And I thought I was the one pinching myself.’

‘Guess we’re both pretty far gone, then.’

The two of them laughed. They could still hear the sounds of “Only You” by Yazoo echoing out from the dance floor behind them.

‘May I have this dance?’ Nyssa said, softly.

‘You may.’

Smiling, Nyssa slipped her arms around Tegan’s shoulders, and the two of them gently swayed in time to the music. The sounds of the party felt like a million miles away, and that the world was just that small secluded balcony, just for Tegan and Nyssa. Safe from the fop man doing full-on ballroom dancing with Jo Grant, safe from Pinstripe sneaking away to another cupboard with Rose, and safe from Bow Tie flapping his hands everywhere as the sugar from his fourth slice of cake took effect.

The northerner had, of course, already started helping the staff to clean up the mess.

‘Y’know,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘I reckon I probably would’ve figured out that I fancied you at some point.’

‘You think so?’ Nyssa replied, chuckling. ‘The revelation threw me.’

‘Nah, I think we both would have stumbled across it at some point. I mean, us getting married at 70 would have probably been an awakening.’

‘Do… do you still want to?’

Tegan’s eyes widened, her heart thumping.

‘Nys, are you… proposing?’

‘Possibly,’ Nyssa said, her face glowing pink. Distantly, the song changed to something slightly more modern. ‘I know it’s early on but… I mean, we did say we were going to, and that was before we realised we were in love.’

‘True,’ Tegan chuckled, giving Nyssa a squeeze on the hips. ‘We were basically a married couple anyway. And who wouldn’t want to marry their best friend?’

Well maybe I'm in love… love… think about it every time… I think about it… can't stop thinking about it…

Nyssa leaned up and kissed Tegan on the lips. Tegan’s hands pressed softly against Nyssa as she held the younger woman close. In the background, fireworks continued to explode into the air.

Around the two women, the world seemed to dissolve softly in the background, leaving just the two of them to themselves. Just for a single, glorious moment in time.

Come on, come on… if you feel a little lighter… come on, come on… We were once upon a time in love… we're accidentally in love…

‘Nys?’

‘Yes, Tegan?’

‘Yes. Yes, I will marry you.’

Nyssa’s smile was like a thousand glorious sunrises.

‘You mean that?’

‘If you’ll have me, I’ll be with you forever.’

‘Oh, Tegan…’ Nyssa exclaimed, warmly. ‘And, if you’ll have me, I’ll be with you forever too.’

‘I couldn’t imagine anything better.’

Smiling, their lips met once again.

The leaves turned green in summer, before becoming brown and then falling off. The trees were covered with snow, and then the leaves began to grow again. As spring began to change to summer, Tegan and Nyssa could finally stop wearing heavy jumpers to work. Nyssa’s favourite cardigan (which Tegan could never get over how good it looked on Nyssa) was a regular fixture once again, as were Tegan’s capri trousers. Which Nyssa insisted were very attractive indeed and, no, she was not just saying that because of the way they showed off Tegan’s bum.

Needless to say, their manager would often roll their eyes at the two of them. But fondly, none the less.

‘Late again, Doc?’

The beige-clad man sighed, as he entered the office. Tegan took the paperwork from him, sorting it into the filing system.

‘This time, it was due to that idiot with the scarf,’ he insisted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. ‘You think I’m bad at paperwork? That man has Sarah-Jane pulling her hair out every week…’

‘I’m sure he does,’ Nyssa chuckled, coming to stand beside Tegan.

‘Congratulations, by the way,’ said the cricket man, indicating the matching engagement rings on Tegan and Nyssa’s fingers. ‘Have you set a date yet?’

‘Thanks, Doc,’ Tegan said, wrapping an arm around Nyssa’s shoulders. ‘We were thinking sometime next summer.’

‘Yes and you will be invited, Doctor,’ continued Nyssa. ‘So please keep an eye out for the invitation.’

The cricket man nodded, gave them both a cheery smile, and then walked out of the office, leaving a faint smell of peppermint in his wake.

‘You know, maybe I was wrong about his chronic lateness,’ Tegan said. ‘For the stuff that counts, he does make an effort.’

‘Well, we’ll be here to make sure everything that doesn’t count gets submitted on time anyway,’ Nyssa said, squeezing Tegan’s side.

‘How would he survive without us?’

‘Not a clue,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘But don’t tell him I said that. His scientific papers are rather excellent, despite how unorganised he is.’

Tegan grinned down at her fiancée.

'You're such a little nerd.'

'I am two inches shorter than you.'

'I see you didn't argue with the nerd part.'

'That's because it's true. Plus... you said it was cute.'

Tegan gave her a soft squeeze, causing Nyssa to give a lovely little squeak.

'Oh, it absolutely is, Nys!' Tegan chuckled, pressing a kiss to Nyssa's cheek. The younger woman giggled happily, before pressing her lips to Tegan’s.

The two women stayed like that for a moment. Yeah, it was pretty darn perfect, they both had to admit. Well, as perfect as life could get after accidentally falling in love with your best friend.

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Thank you for reading, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the final chapter in this series, as well as the series as a whole. Writing a cosy Tegan/Nyssa AU has been on the cards for me for a while, so I'm glad that people have enjoyed it (thank you for all the lovely comments on this fic). Hopefully Tegan and Nyssa getting a little saucy with each other at the start of this chapter wasn't too OTT! 🤣😂

As for the next Tegan/Nyssa multi-chapter fic, let's just say I've got something... fantastical lined up. Stay tuned!

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