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Part 7: Home

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These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to (us)

(In which with bittersweet feelings, a nostalgic writer, finally writes the end of the story)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst and Fluff

Words: 7.1K

TW: Swearing, Alludes to Sexual Content

A/N: Hello my loves! I can't believe we've actually reached the end, who would have thought huh? I'm not sure if there will be an epilogue, mainly cause I don't know what I'd write but never say never. I don't really know how I feel about this chapter and if I've done the end I pictured justice but I really hope y'all like it anyways. There's a fair amount of creative liberty taken with WNBA logistics but please just accept it for the plot. Per usual, did I edit? Yes. Are there grammar mistakes and typos anyways? Yes. As always, let me know what you liked and disliked. And finally, to all my lovelies who have liked, reblogged, commented, sent in an ask, dm-ed me or simply just silently read this fic, I just wanna say thank you guys so, so, much, y'all have made writing every word worth it and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much I enjoyed writing it <3

August 2018

Paige swears, tonight, there are stars in the Minnesota night sky she’s never seen before in her life. The summer sky has darkened with nightfall, yet the shine of the moon and its companions make it still seem ever so bright. Or maybe, it’s just the girl lying next to Paige that makes tonight feel luminescent, sparkling with the promises of something not quite like friendship that Paige has never felt before. She’d spent the whole day with Azzi at the Minnesota State fair, trying to suppress these new butterflies in her stomach that seemed to have taken birth over their time in Latvia. Or well, maybe they’d been there from the start, but they’d really only started this dance of theirs, the one that makes Paige feel all tingly when Azzi smiles, over the course of this summer.

“Paige it’s cold, stop hogging the blanket,” Azzi chastises, breaking Paige from a trance, as she tugs on the pink and purple blanket covering the two of them, “I knew we should have brought two of them.”

“It’s barely on me” Paige argues for the sake of arguing but she shifts anyway to allow the younger girl to pull the blanket, so clearly meant for one person, a little more towards her, “besides, it’s about sharing body heat.”

“You’re not even warm enough to share body heat,” Azzi mocks as she makes a show of tracing a finger down Paige’s arm and everything in the blonde feels like it’s been lit on fire at the touch. And she wonders if Azzi feels it too, the electricity, the sparks of this could ruin me that scatter through her veins before finding themselves setting her heart ablaze. It’s too much and Paige shakes Azzi’s hand off with a little more force than she means too.

When Azzi sends her questioning look, she splutters through an excuse, “your hands are cold too. Can we just do the boring shit we’re here to do.”

"Stargazing is not boring,” Azzi says indignantly, opening the little stargazing booklet she’d brought with her, flicking through the pages looking for something specific.

To be honest, sitting still in an open field and squinting at the sky trying to figure out a distant constellation isn’t really Paige’s brand of entertainment. She’s a fidgety person by nature, constantly embroiled in the urge to be moving. But Azzi had brought it up the other day, with pleading eyes and a hopeful grin and well, sometimes it felt sinful to deny Azzi of anything she wants. And that’s how they’d ended up at a campsite, not too far from the State fair, lying on the grass, heads tilted towards each other, with a single blanket shielding them from the summer breeze.

“Okay,” Azzi says after a while, using her fingers to point out a pattern in the sky, “I think that one’s Cassiopeia.”

“If you say so,” Paige nods, not really sure what she’s supposed to be looking at.

“Paaaaige,” Azzi whines, “focus.”

“Dude I can barely see anything, the fuck am I supposed to focus o-”

Before Paige can finish her sentence, she feels herself being pulled by the younger girl, the side of her body fitting into the crook’s of Azzi’s like a perfect puzzle piece. She looks over at the brunette, and the protest dies on the tip of her tongue, as she realises just how close Azzi is to her now, all semblance of air leaving her lungs. Paige gulps, eyes tracing every inch of her best friend’s face, stopping of their own accord at Azzi’s lips, before guiltily flashing back to meet the younger girl’s eyes which are just as focused on Paige. And it feels like there’s no force in this world right now that could make either of them look away. Except maybe the force of friends don’t do this.

“Just focus,” Azzi breaks contact first, turning her face back at the stars, before gently grabbing hold of Paige’s hand so she can guide it in the pattern of the constellation. And Paige still doesn’t really see it, doesn’t even particularly care about seeing it, but if it gets Azzi to hold her hand, soft skin putting light pressure against her palm, she thinks she’ll try to see some random lines in the sky forever.

“It’s pretty.”

“You don’t see it do you?”

“Nope,” Paige’s grin widens when Azzi chuckles, shaking her head fondly. Something in her blooms, delighted at being the reason for that. And she’s always prided herself in being funny, she thinks of herself as a little bit of a comedian really, but she’s never wanted to make anyone laugh quite as much as she wants to make Azzi laugh.

“Well that’s enough stargazing for us then,” Azzi rolls her eyes, closing her little booklet and making a move to sit up but Paige is quicker, pulling the younger girl back down and interlocking their fingers. Her own overeagerness causes a tinge of embarrassment to race up her cheeks, and she hopes it’s dark enough that Azzi won’t see the pale pink blush taking over her face.

“It’s peaceful out here,” she says quietly, sounding shy even to her own ears and she can’t help but wonder when the hell that happened, “you wanna stay a little longer?”

“Yeah okay let’s stay longer,,” Azzi agrees and sometimes when Azzi speaks like that, her voice lyrically soft with a secret smile hidden in it, Paige wonders if maybe it would be okay to hope for, to feel something more because maybe, just maybe, Azzi feels it too.

“You know you should come to the state championship,” Paige says after a second of silence, trying to keep her voice nonchalant but she can hear the wishfulness bleeding into it anyways.

Azzi raises an eyebrow, “isn’t that in March? That’s like months and months away.”

“Yeah but- well-” Paige shrugs, cheeks burning just a little bit, “you probably wanna book in advance cause like tickets and stuff you know?”

“You don’t even know if you’ll be in the state championship. There’s still a whole season to go.”

“Oh I know. I know we’re definitely gonna be there.” Paige smirks, cockiness back in full-fledged form.

“Then I’ll be there,” Azzi says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, “you better win though Bueckers.”

“Watch me,” and she’s jutting her chest out in arrogance sure, but really everything inside her is swelling with something else, a feeling she’s starting to understand a little too well, a feeling that terrifies her, a feeling she doesn’t think she’s quite ready to let herself feel yet, “it would be nice you know, to win a championship together at some point.”

“I don’t think my parents would be on board with moving to Minnesota.”

“I’m sure I could convince them,” Paige feels a little giddy at the thought, “but I meant more like college, like UConn.”

It’s a topic they’ve stumbled upon a couple of times, with each other, and with the other girls at Team USA. And as much as Paige would love for her other teammates to follow her to her dream school, she’s practical enough to know they might have other priorities. But the thing is that with the rest of the girls, it’s just something she’d like to happen but with Azzi, now that Paige has said it out loud, she’s beginning to realise how desperately she wants that, her and Azzi, on the same team, fighting the same battles and winning the same wars, together.

“Don’t think you can win a national championship without me Bueckers?” Azzi smirks, twisting her head towards Paige, eyebrows cocked in arrogance.

“Of course I can,” Paige’s face softens, the vulnerability that only ever seems to come out around her best friend seeping on to her features, “but I think it would be fun to win one with you. Someday.”

“Someday, “ Azzi whispers back, giving Paige’s hand a light squeeze, and then her eyes widen at the sky, “holy shit is that a shooting star? Oh my god Paige look up, quick, it’s beautiful.”

In the dark of the night, a rare flicker of gold shoots across the obsidian Minnesota sky. Paige has never seen one before but it seems fitting really, that she’d see one tonight.

“We have to make a wish,” she whispers and Azzi, never one to really believe, rolls her eyes but she follows Paige’s lead, closing her eyes. And the thing is Paige could wish for a lot of things really, but she finds herself thinking of only one word that sums up all she could ever want: someday.

***

August 2026

They’ve been playing against each other for years now and yet the thrill of the face-off still hasn’t quite worn off. Back in the handful of games in high school, it had been quickfire friendly trash talk, two best friends going at it like the competitors they were. College had been drastically different, each game, each play, underlined with the tension of two people who still hadn’t quite figured it out. But Paige thinks her favourite version of them as opponents is definitely this one, the one where they might be on different teams in the WNBA, but off the court, they both know they’re on the same side, together.

Their relationship isn’t quite a secret; it would have been impossible to hide if after the kiss at the 2025 national championship. But they’d kept as quiet about it as possible, skillfully dodging media questions, wanting to shelter it from the prying eyes of the public. It makes playing each other on national television, just that little bit more entertaining, trying to keep things as cordial as possible. If Paige’s hands end up just a little too close to Azzi’s waist, lingering a little longer than necessary against the patch of skin she’d marked with a hickey earlier this morning, and it makes the younger girl shiver, then that’s just a tactic to win. And if Azzi breathes seductive thoughts of what she’d like to do after the game when guarding Paige, and it makes the blonde want to turn around and kiss the smirk off of her girlfriend’s lips, well that’s just another innovative defensive strategy.

“Be a good girl for me and move,” Paige whispers, the double entendre in her voice apparent, as she tries to dribble the ball past Azzi. There’s only a minute or so left in the last meeting of the regular season between Paige’s Lynx and Azzi’s Mystics -funny how that had worked out- and the score is painfully close, with the Mystics closing in on the Lynx’s two point-lead.

“Always a good girl for you P,” Azzi smirks, her voice the quietest it could possibly be, but Paige hears her next words like they’re on a loudspeaker in the area, “it’s why I’m wearing your favourite purple panties.”

It takes a second, a second where Paige’s eyes gloss over with lust, as her mind rushes back to the last time she’d seen, the last time she’d touched the silky undergarment, for the ball to be stolen from her hands. She’s a step too slow to recover and by that time Azzi’s already scored the easy lay-up to tie up the game, a mischievous grin adorning her normally stoic game face.

On the other end of the court, Napheesa draws a foul and Paige and Azzi end up next to each for free throws. Paige is seething, unsure if the heat curling up her spine is from the game or the girl standing next to her.

“Sorry baby, all’s fair in love and war right?” Azzi teases, pinky brushing against the blonde’s, “I’ll make it up to you later if you want.”

“You’re such a fucking menace,” Paige practically growls. She does want, in fact she’d like it right now if it was possible. Two years they’ve been together, longer if you count the inbetween, and still, every time Azzi lights a match, Paige feels herself burn just as brightly as the first time she’d felt that magnetic pull.

“Learnt from the best,” Azzi hums with a grin as Napheesa hits both free throws.

The rest of the game passes in a blur of frenzied shots and hurried fouls but the Lynx pull out an eventual, much-needed win, to better their chances of clinching a higher seed in the playoffs. After missing the playoffs in 2024, the Lynx, despite having relatively low odds, had secured the no.1 pick and there had never really been a doubt that they would pick Paige. She’d helped the team get back to the playoffs last season but they hadn’t made it out of the first round. A championship doesn’t seem quite possible yet, but Paige has her fingers crossed that they’d at least make it to a semi-final this time.

“The two of you are terrible at this,” Aaliyah’s the first person to hug Paige during the handshake line, “I thought you’d jump each other’s bones in the middle of the game today.”

“We’re not that bad,” Paige rolls her eyes at her former teammate. She high-fives a few more of the Mystics team until she gets to Azzi, who’s already smiling, despite the loss. The cameras are quick to crowd them, clearly wanting a more sensational picture than the one they’re likely to get. Still, despite the unwanted attention, Paige lets herself nestle into the crook of Azzi’s neck.

“You owe me twice tonight,” she whispers into the younger girl’s ear, “one for the win and one for that bullshit you pulled on the court tonight.”

Azzi’s voice is breathless when she replies, “I can give you way more than two.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a promise.”

***

“With the new rules, after this season you’ll be a free agent, have you given any thought to that?”

Waiting for the Lynx’s turn in the media room, Paige hadn’t been paying much attention to the questions being asked to the Mystics players, her focus solely on how hot her girlfriend always looked post games. But the words ‘free agent’ pique her interest. The W had changed the rookie contract rules for first round draftees to two years and that meant both Paige and Azzi would be free agents after this year. But while it hadn’t reached the media quite yet, the Lynx were likely to use their core designation on Paige. Which meant the only one of them making any decision about next season would be Azzi. It was a subject the two of them were cautiously tip-toeing around, using the shield of distance to avoid talking about what it could mean for them.

“I’m focused on the season, this team and the rest of our games. I’m not really thinking about the future,” Azzi answers diplomatically.

“You’ve obviously got very strong ties to the DC area but you also went to UCLA, if the Sparks or maybe even the Valkyries, considering your connection to Steph Curry, were interested, and there have been rumours that they are, would you consider it?” the same reporter prods.

“Again, I’m not currently thinking about any of that,” to anyone else Azzi probably sounds neutral but Paige has studied the sheet music of Azzi’s voice to the point where she knows what’s hidden behind every note, behind every little indent. The tinge of irritation is masked by a smile, but the line of questioning is clearly unappreciated.

“And what about the Lynx?” the persistently oblivious reporter continues and this time Paige sucks in a breath, “you have some ties to that team don't you? Have you given some thought to maybe going there?”

Azzi’s eye twitches ever so slightly, “the Lynx just beat my team. The only thoughts I have right now are about how to beat them next time.”

That elicits a laugh from the media and finally the rather obtuse reporters seem to understand that he’s not going to be able to pry anything newsworthy from Azzi’s mouth. But even if he hasn’t achieved his desired effect, he’s succeeded in making Paige’s mind start running in circles. She hadn’t let herself think about it yet, the potential of Azzi joining the Lynx, the potential of playing with Azzi, the potential of finally just being with Azzi. Because facing the potential for all of that, facing all the things she wants means also facing the potential that maybe Azzi doesn’t want any of that.

***

The air in Paige’s living room is thick with a suffocating tension as she and Azzi sit on opposite ends of the couch. It reminds Paige a little bit of the before, a dreaded version of them she’d foolishly thought they grown out of, until something reminiscent of their past problems had reared its ugly head, and suddenly it feels a bit like she��s playing a losing game.

“Will you please stop that,” she bites out, referring to where Azzi’s foot is incessantly tapping on the wooden floors, “it’s giving me a headache.”

Azzi’s eyes narrow, flashing with irritation, “is it my tapping or the alcohol giving you a headache Paige?”

“I didn’t even drink that much,” Paige says through gritted teeth and Azzi scoffs.

It’s a lie. After both teams were done with post game pressers, she, Azzi and a couple of the other girls had ended up at a local bar as they often did when the other team didn’t have to fly out til the next day. Paige had been tense the whole evening and trying to pretend not to be, especially when Azzi could see right through her façade, had only made the whole thing worse. She wasn’t one to drink too much, always happy just being sufficiently tipsy but then she’d gotten in her head too much. And when the first shot didn’t quite hit the way she needed it to, she’d kept on going, receiving worried looks from all the girls, until Azzi had finally stepped in. The ride back from the bar had been a sobering experience, one look at Azzi’s stoic face, giving away her irritation.

“That’s why you still reek of tequila?”

“How the fuck would you know? You haven’t come near me all night.”

“Don’t you dare try and turn this on me Paige. I tried to talk to you all night til you decided you wanted to act like freshman frat boy,” Azzi spits out, hurt and anger colliding in her voice, “we barely get to spend time together during the season and the one night in forever that we do, you pull this shit?”

They haven’t had an argument like this since they’ve been officially together, the kind of argument that has them balancing on a delicate tight rope, too afraid to take a step backwards in their relationship, and too prideful to take a step forward towards each other.

“I didn’t think you cared about spending time together during the season,” Paige accuses and there’s a sensible part of her, one that’s currently being held captive by the dangers of liquor, that knows it’s a ridiculous allegation.

Azzi stares at her, lips opening and closing in disbelief, “excuse me?”

“It’s pretty simple really Azzi. If you wanna spend the whole season together, the option is right fucking there, but I- I can’t even tell if you’re interested in taking it,” Paige is pacing now, teeth gnawing at her lips like they always do when she’s nervous.

“What- what are you even talking about?” Azzi asks, clearly confused.

“Free fucking agency. They asked you about it and you said you hadn’t thought about it at all. That’s really great to hear Az, really great to know you haven’t thought about how that could literally change our whole fucking life,” and even as the words waterfall out of her mouth, Paige knows she’s being unreasonable, but the mix of stress and alcohol churning in her stomach is just enough to keep her from taking the words back.

“I didn’t- that’s not even what I said. Jesus fucking christ Paige,” Azzi rubs her face, looking defeated.

“So you have thought about it then?”

“Of course I’ve thought about it, “ Azzi throws her hands up, “but I wasn’t gonna tell the media about all of that. But you- you seriously think I haven’t thought about what this means for us? You don’t- do you really think I’m not thinking about you- about us- while trying to make this decision?”

“Well you definitely didn’t think of me- of us- when you chose UCLA,” Paige’s eyes widen at her own words, knowing immediately that of all things she could have said, those were the worst ones, “I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

In front of her, Azzi has gone deathly still, face completely devoid of emotion, until the first tear drops and all of Paige’s anger dissipates, the guilt clawing back with full force.

“I thought we were over that,” Azzi whispers, voice trembling, as she looks down at her hands, “but maybe we’ll never be over that.”

“We are,” Paige sinks to her knees in front of the younger girl, tugging Azzi’s hands into her own, “we are over it. I just- it just slipped out.”

Azzi’s quiet for a moment before she pulls her hands out of the blonde’s grip, sidestepping her as she stands up and Paige feels empty and cold and just a little bit broken.

“Are you leaving?” she whispers, peering up at Azzi through tear soaked eyelashes.

“I think I should, before anything else just slips out,” Paige flinches and Azzi’s expression softens, “I know- I know you didn’t mean it like that but I just- I need some space.”

Panic filters into Paige’s lungs, wrapping its dirty hands and squeezing so tight that she can barely breathe. She’s not sure when she’ll see Azzi again, now that there’s no more Lynx-Mystics games left in the regular season and it’s unlikely with their expected seedings that they’d meet at some point in the playoffs. It’s not like distance is new to them, but in the last two years, they’ve only ever said goodbye with an i love you attached to the end.

“Are you-,” Paige gasps for air, “are you leaving me?”

And it must be written all over Paige's face, just how petrified she is of this moment, because that's all it takes for Azzi to rush back into Paige’s space, hands cupping her cheeks, “oh baby of course not. I just- you’re still drunk and I’m upset and I don’t want us to say anything we don’t mean. And I- need time to think about free agency and I think you- you need time to think about why that slipped out.”

Paige sighs, melting into Azzi’s touch as the knots in her stomach begin to untangle themselves, “you’re so logical.”

“Someone has to be,” a half-smile flitters across the younger girl’s face as she wipes at Paige’s tears, “we’ll figure this out okay? Just- just give me a little bit of time.”

Give me time. It’s a familiar line, so similar to what Azzi had asked for when she was making a decision about college and Paige would be lying if she said there isn’t a part of her that’s terrified fate is going to make them repeat the same mistakes. But part of growing up, Paige surmises, is letting time test you with the same trials and tribulations, and the next time, coming out of the other end on the right side.

And so she squeezes Azzi’s hand, matching the younger girl's half smile, with a soothing one of her own, “okay.”

***

November 2027

Paige doesn't know when she ended up in a love triangle with Azzi and the state of California but she wishes she was competing against an actual person. At least then she could throw a punch at the other guy. The W season is barely over and it seems like every front office has thrown themselves headfirst into convincing free agents to join their team. There’s a couple of teams interested in Azzi, but no one seems to be trying harder than the Los Angeles Sparks. Paige thinks whoever gave that city a name meaning “the angels” could not have been more wrong because really it’s a city full of devils constantly trying to steal her girl and no she’s not being dramatic.

They’re supposed to be leaving for thanksgiving dinner when Azzi’s phone rings and Paige can’t help but roll her eyes when Cameron Brink’s name flashes on the CallerID. The Sparks seemed to have put her as head of their recruiting Azzi campaign and Cam had been diligently doing her part.

“Azzi, Cam’s calling again,” Paige yells out to her girlfriend who’s still not quite finished getting ready.

“Can you pick it up?”

“Do I have to?”

“Paige,” Azzi whines and Paige sighs, hitting the green answering button.

“The amount of times you’ve called my girlfriend this week, Brink, should I be concerned?”

“Jealous I’m replacing you as her favourite blonde?” Cam’s voice always sounds like she’s smiling and Paige can’t help her own smile. Goddamn Cameron Brink for always being the sweetest soul on this planet.

“As if,” Paige scoffs, “it’s a holiday Cam, give the recruiting a rest.”

“Hey, I’m just calling to wish her a happy thanksgiving,” Cam defends.

“Mmmhmm where’s my thanksgiving wish?”

“Oh please, the two of you are basically a unit. Wishing her is wishing you,” Cam is quiet for a second before speaking again, “the Sparks would be a good fit for her Paige.”

Paige sucks in a sharp breath, “I’m not the one you’re gonna have to convince.”

“I know but you know your opinion means a lot to her. I know you want her in Minnesota and she'd be good there too and I- I know it isn’t my place to say any of this but just- just don’t discourage her from doing what’s best for her,” there’s not a hint of malice in Cam’s words, there never is, but they pierce at Paige’s skin anyways.

“Okay I’m ready, hand me the phone,” she’s saved from having to answer by Azzi waltzing into the living room and prying the phone from her hands.

Paige watches silently as Azzi talks animatedly with Cam, noticing the way her girlfriend’s smile widens while talking about certain spots in L.A. They’d subconsciously decided not to breach the subject of free agency after that night. Paige hadn’t interfered in any of the Lynx’s conversations with Azzi, deciding that this time, she’d stay out of it. It hadn’t been easy, every little bit of her itching to pitch why the Lynx were the perfect fit, why Paige was the perfect fit, but she was determined to give Azzi the space -the time- she’d wanted. This time she’d leave the choice solely up to Azzi and whatever she decided, Paige would find her happiness in that.

“Paige you ready to go,” Azzi waves a hand in front of Paige’s face, eyebrows raised in question when the older girl doesn’t make a move to get off the sofa, “hey, you good?”

“Cam says the Sparks would be a good fit,” Azzi stiffens at Paige’s words.

“Paige-”

“She’s right,” Paige concedes, fingers fidgeting as she averts Azzi’s gaze.

The younger girl blinks at her, clearly not having expected that, “she is?”

“Yeah. They need a shooting guard and you,” Paige smiles, reaching out to pull Azzi onto the couch with her, “you’re the best there is.”

“I wouldn’t go that far-”

“You are to me and it’s why I want you on the Lynx,” they both let out a breath with that. It’s not a secret of course but Paige hasn’t said it out loud before.

“Paige-”

“But it’s okay if you don't wanna be on the Lynx, if you wanna be on the Sparks or stay here with the Mystics or on any other team, if you think it’s the right move for you and for your career then that’s fine. It’s okay and you don’t- you don’t need my permission or anything of course but I just- whatever you decide, I’ll support it okay? What I said that night about UCLA- it wasn't- it wasn’t about you. I thought about it like you asked me to and it’s me. I was scared that I would fuck it up again and I’d lose you again-”

“You won’t,” Azzi grabs Paige’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I won’t let you.”

“I know. I know now that whatever happens, we’ll be okay. And so you can choose whatever team you want and it won’t- it won’t affect us, I promise. It won’t be like last time I swear. When you make your decision- I just- I don’t want you to make it for me or for us, cause you and me? Baby we’ll be just fine no matter what. Wherever you go and wherever I am, we’ll make it work, just as we have for the last two years,” Paige smirks, “besides I kinda enjoy kicking your ass.”

Azzi lets out a snort as she climbs onto Paige’s lap, thighs straddling her hips, “you really had to ruin it with that last part huh?”

“Was getting a little too sappy for me,” Paige mumbles and when she looks up, the emotions floating in Azzi’s eyes make Paige’s heart stutter. Because no one else gets this Azzi. This Azzi, who wears her heart on her sleeve, who lets her walls down, only for Paige’s eyes to see, only for Paige’s mind to memorise, only for Paige’s heart to keep.

“You mean it?” Azzi whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of Paige’s face, touching lingering, “you’d be okay with anything?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Paige cups Azzi’s cheeks, brushing her lips against the younger girl’s, “whatever you choose, we’ll be fine. No matter what, I believe in us.”

***

January 2028

Paige groans when her phone rings at 2 a.m., fumbling around in the dark trying to answer it.

“I swear you better be dying if you’re calling me this late,” she grumbles into the phone, voice scratchy with sleep.

“Not quite,” Azzi says, and Paige’s eyebrows furrow at the amount of background noise she can hear behind her girlfriend.

“Dude where the hell are you at 3 in the morning?” she asks, now a little more awake as she sits up.

“I uh- I had a bit of a revelation,” and Paige can practically picture Azzi, wherever she might be, fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips.

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“I know. I know. Shit, I was supposed to do this in person. I had a whole plan but apparently being with you has made me impatient,” Azzi rambles.

“You’re still not making any sense,” but Paige’s heart is starting to beat erratically fast in anticipation.

“I had this realisation while I was in the gym today, it was really quiet and peaceful and I was fine you know- all day I was fine- just doing daily routines and then I just- I missed you. I miss you all the time do you know that?”

Paige does know, knows it far too well. Sometimes she thinks missing Azzi comes as naturally as breathing, an innate part of her day to day, a constant ache that she’s felt since she was 15.

“I miss you too,” she whispers.

“And I’ve learned to survive with that feeling, with missing you constantly. I mean it’s been more than 10 years at this point, how could I not? But what I realised today is that just because I can- just because I can live missing you- doesn’t mean I want to.”

“What are you saying Azzi?”

“DC is my childhood. My family is close to there, it’s part of where I grew up. It’ll always be my first home. And LA is where I found myself, my identity, and for a while it felt like home too.”

“Azzi,” Paige breathes out, hands gripping the phone as tight as possible, wrapping that one syllable in emblems of give me forever.

“But my forever home isn’t in DC or LA and it’s not really in any other place either because- Jesus this might be the clichést thing I’ve ever said but-,” Azzi lets out a chuckle, “my home is wherever you are Paige. Wherever we’re together, that’s home.”

It feels a little bit like the end of a drought, the wetness on Paige’s cheeks like the rain that comes after. In the pitch black of her room, phone clutched closely to her ear with Azzi’s words floating through it like a swan song, Paige swears she’s never felt the world glow quite like this before.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Beating your ass has been fun as hell but I think we’d make a pretty good team Bueckers.”

And it’s a good thing Paige’s walls are soundproof because the delighted whoop she lets out practically vibrates around the room, all previous wisps of tiredness completely gone from her body. Azzi lets out a tearful laugh and Paige wishes they were together right now so she could tattoo this happiness onto both of their skins.

“The greatest team ever,” Paige affirms, “When are you com-”

“Attention passengers Delta Airlines Flight 1248 to Minneapolis will be boarding soon, please have your passport and ticket ready to check at the gate.”

“About that,” Azzi says shyly as Paige’s mouth drops open at the announcement, “I uh- I had a moment of spontaneity.”

“Who the hell are you and what have you done with my overthinking girlfriend?” Paige demands and Azzi giggles on the other end of line.

“I know it’s last minute, like really last minute and it was meant to be a surprise actually but I just- I really wanna see you. Is that okay?”

“Is that okay? Fuck Azzi, it’s all I want. Baby,” Paige breathes out softly, “come home.”

***

Time isn’t going nearly fast enough Paige thinks as she checks the arrivals board for the nth time. She’d tried for about four seconds to fall back asleep after hanging up the phone but her entire body had been buzzing with excitement. And so she’d gotten to the airport far earlier than necessary, and had maybe one too many cups of coffee if the jittery shake in her left hand is anything to go by.

She swears she feels her before she sees her. The air is electric as if the whole city, the whole state is waiting for Azzi too, for them to get their elusive forever. This moment feels like years in the making, and Paige is ready, ready to grasp it and make it hers. And then there’s Azzi, a clearly chosen-at-last minute wrinkled t-shirt, eyes drooping from the tiredness from not having slept all night, baby hairs in a frenzy across her forehead. To Paige, she’s still the prettiest girl in the entire universe.

Azzi’s eyes scan through the airport until they land on Paige, a dazzling smile illuminating her exhausted features. It’s the exact same smile that Paige had first elicited from her on the flight back from Argentina when she’d told Azzi she had a feeling they'd make great friends. It’s her Paige smile. The world is still for a second, everything melting away except them and the whispers of the journey it had taken them to get to this point. Every delicately placed step towards each other feels like an ode to every year they’d spent apart. And then Paige is running, not caring about everyone else around her. She jumps into Azzi’s arm, all 6 feet of her, tangling her legs around the younger girl's waist while her arms fasten around the neck. It forces Azzi to let go of her small carry-on, not caring that it falls to the floor with a thud, as her hands wrap around Paige’s back, steadying her girlfriend’s weight on top of her.

“You’re here,” Paige whispers, still a little in disbelief, “you’re really here.”

“I’ve been in Minny plenty of times before,” Azzi quips, adjusting her balance to properly hold the girl clinging to her like a koala.

“Shut up you know what I mean. You’re here forever this time.”

“Well I don’t know about forever- OW,” Azzi shrieks, as Paige pinches her arm, “do you want me to drop you woman?”

“You’re never allowed to leave.”

“That sounds vaguely threatening.”

“Good because it definitely is a threat,” Paige says before pulling Azzi into a searing kiss, “welcome home baby.”

***

October 2028

There are moments in life you remember forever. Sometimes you know they’re going to happen, sometimes they take you off guard and sometimes, it’s a combination of both. The Minnesota Lynx’s journey to the WNBA finals this season had always felt inevitable but the journey there, for a team that had unexpectedly fallen to the 4-seed despite pre-season clamour of them being number one, had been filled with bitter losses and moments of pure uncertainty. In a way, it perfectly mirrors Paige and Azzi’s relationship.

There’s 11 seconds separating the Lynx from their 5th championship trophy as they lead the Sky by two points. The crowd is up on their feet, ready for their cheering to turn into roars the minute the final buzzer rings. Paige has the ball in her hands on the inbound, Coach Reeves yelling at her from the bench what to do, as she makes eye contact with Azzi. There are no words, not even a gesture that the other team might be able to interpret, but they know exactly what play they’re about to run.

Truth be told it hadn’t been the seamless transition the two of them had expected when Azzi joined the Lynx. They’d been naive to think years of not playing together wouldn’t have affected the backcourt chemistry they’d had almost instantly once upon a time. The first few games, there had been an embarrassing disconnect between the two of them that had resulted in a nasty berating from Coach Reeves and a subsequent argument between the two of them that had lasted into the next morning. It had taken several more practices, and a couple more games of flailing around, for them to finally become the duo Paige had always known they would.

The game buzzer beeps and Paige throws the ball to Azzi who immediately returns it back to her, and then she’s running off screen after screen to get herself open on the wing, her sweet spot. Paige dribble penetrates into the paint, dragging an extra defender with her as they try to prevent her from getting a layup, the other defender blocks her from stepping back into a pull-up. Azzi’s defender has a momentary lapse in judgement, falling for the age-old trick of thinking she should help on defence, and that’s all it takes. A second for Paige to see Azzi open on the corner and pass it to her. A second for Azzi to shoot it.

The three-pointer falls through the next with a perfect swish. Dagger shot.

A small smile flits across Azzi’s face, the only emotion she’s shown all game and Paige can’t help the much larger grin that starts to flash on her own face. She can almost taste victory on the tip of her tongue, the two seconds left in the game are the only thing separating her from finally getting her version of the things we live for. Behind her she can hear Coach Reeves yelling at them to not foul, the 5-point lead enough of a cushion for them to withstand a last minute shot. But the Sky barely make it over midcourt and when Marina Mabrey heaves up a last second prayer, Paige doesn’t bother to see if it goes in as the buzzer sounds throughout Target Arena. The Minnesota crowd explodes in noise and colour as confetti falls from the sky.

Despite the chaos of everything, Paige has never seen Azzi clearer than in this moment. Since she’d met the girl, in all of Paige’s prayers about winning a championship, one thing had always been constant, that when they’d come true, they’d come true with Azzi by her side. And she had been. The high school state champion, the college national championship, Azzi had been there for both but on the bleachers, as a spectator and as Paige’s biggest fan. But this, winning a championship with Azzi as her teammate, as her ally, as her partner, means something more. This win is theirs.

“Do you remember when we saw that shooting star?” Azzi says softly, as they find their way into each other’s arms, not caring that there’s a thousand cameras capturing their every move. Paige pulls Azzi closer to her, every inch of her body pressing into the other girls until she’s not sure where she begins and where Azzi ends.

“That was years ago,” Paige remarks but she can see it clearly, two young girls underneath the stars, unaware of what their future would be but sure that the other would be in it. Those girls would probably laugh at how long it had taken Paige and Azzi to figure out what had seemed so simple back then.

“Yeah, yeah it was. Do you remember what you wished for?” Azzi asks, smiling when Paige nods, “do you wanna know what I wished for?”

“What did you wish for Az?”

“Before we saw the star you- you said it’d be nice to win a championship together someday. And so I-,” Azzi looks down shyly, “so I wished for someday. I wished for today.”

Paige stares at Azzi, drinking in the sincerity on the shooting guard’s face, silently letting herself absorb the meaning of Azzi’s words. And then she lets out a laugh because of course of course.

“I didn’t realise I’d said anything funny for you to be laughing at me,” Azzi scrunches her nose, looking slightly offended.

“God baby no,” Paige cups Azzi’s face, and she thinks this smile on her face will last forever as long as this is her reality, “I’m not laughing at you. I just- do you know what I wished for?”

Azzi shakes her head.

“This. The same exact thing you did. For someday.”

It’s not quite the shade of blue Paige had imagined them in, the Lynx blue its own shade, something inbetween UConn’s navy one and UCLA’s sky one. But it’s perfect nonetheless. And when Azzi crashes her lips against Paige’s, someday feels a lot like forever and always.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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ettawritesnstudies · 1 year

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Etta's Guide to Writeblr (March 2023)

So you fled here from Twitter/TikTok... Where to start?

Welcome to Writeblr! Pull up a chair, open those documents, and pour yourself a cup of your favorite tea, coffee, or cocoa. The first thing you'll want to do is start following other writers. Check out this post for recommendations! Search through the notes to find hundreds more. Since I made that post, a bunch of people mentioned they're lurking and still trying to figure out tumblr, so I thought I'd make this post to help people get settled.

How to set up your blog

Make your blog name something not resembling a pornbot - it can be whatever you want, anything fun goes, just not [name###]. If you include "writer" or "author" somewhere in the url it makes it easier to spot writeblrs at a glance but it's not a requirement

Change your profile to something that's not the default, Make sure you have a blog title, and add a little description in your blog header if you feel like it!

Make a pinned post introducing yourself (pls don't use your real name or any IDing information for privacy's sake, this isn't facebook), a short summary of your WIPs, and links if you have an author's website/newsletter/ao3/etc. You can check my pinned post for an example

Make intro posts for each WIP! You can spruce these up with graphics (canva and unsplash are both great free resources to make edits/moodboards), excerpts, lists of tropes, character intros, etc. Link to the WIP intro in your pinned post so it's easy to find! You can update these as often as needed

If you want to make character intros, go wild. If you can't draw, piccrew is a great option. Just start talking about your WIP!

Come up with a tagging system to keep your blog organized. I recommend individual wip tags or at least one for your original writing in general so it's easy to search for your work on your blog

Keep track of Taglists for your WIPs. Whenever you post a new thing about your story, tag the people who asked to be notified to make sure they see it! Only tag people who ask to join the taglist, but it's a good way to keep track of interest. It's normal to have multiple taglists for each story+ one general writing taglist.

How to make writer friends

Reblog their work and add nice comments, either in the tags, comments, or the reblog itself People notice regulars in their notes and appreciate the attention. I promise it's not weird to compliment a total stranger

If that's too intimidating, community events are your friend!

Weekly Ask Games: These are weekly events that are loosely themed where writers send each other asks about their WIPs! The most common are Storyteller Saturday (about the writing process), Blorbsday (aka Blorbo Thursday about characters), and Worldbuilding Wednesday (about the setting of your story). If you answer these late, nobody really cares, but it's a fun way to receive prompts and learn more about other people's stories.

Ask Games/Memes: These are posts with lists of questions you can reblog from other people, sometimes themed or listed with emojis. It's common courtesy to send an ask from the list to the person you reblog it from, then people can send you questions as well, so you can talk about your stories! You can search for dozens of them

Tag games: There's a ton of different types of tag games, but basically someone @s you with a challenge/question, you reblog with your answer, and then @ a bunch of other people to continue the chain. Some common ones are Heads Up 7s Up (share the last 7 lines of your WIP), Last Line Tag (share the last line you wrote), and Find the Words (ctrl+f the given words in your doc and share the results, then give new words).

Formal events: These are community wide participation challenges organized by certain blogs! @writeblrsummerfest is every July?? August? I think? It's run by @abalonetea a few years strong, and there are daily prompts and ask games! @inklings-challenge is a month-long short story entry for Christian writeblrs. I think there was a valentines event in February. @moon-and-seraph is hosting a pitch week soon! Since these are more organized, it's very easy to find similar blogs and support!

Misc. Notes on using Tumblr

Follow the tags #writeblr and #writeblr community to find other writers, as well as other tags that interest you like #fantasy for example

If you want to bookmark a post to read later, you can like it and/or save it to your drafts

The queue/schedule function is very useful if you want to space out posts or have a backlog to keep your blog running when you get busy. This is good for the community because it gives older posts a chance to be rediscovered! You can change the posting frequency in the settings.

REBLOG YOUR OWN STUFF. People aren't always on at the same times and so it's the best way to account for people with different schedules and timezones. If you're worried about being annoying, you can tag those #self reblog or something similar and other people can filter the tag, but otherwise it's a welcomed and accepted practice.

If your excerpt is pretty long, put it under a cut. On desktop you can do this by selecting the squiggly button on the far right when you make a new paragraph, on mobile type :readmore: then hit enter.

It's polite to add descriptions to images and videos for visually or auditory impaired people. If you don't know how to write descriptions, here's a good resource

In your dashboard settings, it's best to shut off the options "Best Stuff First" and "Based on your Likes". These function as the website algorithm and suppresses the blogs you actually follow, which defeats the purpose of the site, letting the dash be in reverse chronological order. Also turn off Tumblr Live because it's malware as far as anyone's concerned.

Curate your experience, block the trolls, and be nice

Update for March 2024

How to shut off AI Scraping on your blog

Go to settings and find the Visibility tab

Scroll down to the tag that says "Prevent Third-Party Sharing"

Turn that knob over so that Automattic can't steal your work for their language training model databases >_<

The other settings will just hide your blog from search engines so they're useful for hiding from nosy parents or other Tumblr users but if you're trying to build an author platform you can leave them off.

Again, welcome to the community! I hope you have a ton of fun!

#writeblr #writer community #etta rambles #welcome to tumblr #guide to tumblr

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mncxbe · 11 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request the Hunting Dog Bois (Jōno, Tecchou, and Tachihara) reacting to their SO saying that they want a baby?

Thank you for your time! :)

Omg yes absolutely this was so nice to write. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting♡ I got a bit silly at Tecchou's part hehe

10:23☆

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐, 𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ implied smut?/ comfort

○☆° // 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: season 4 spoilers

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

he teases you so much at first but when he realizes you're serious he's a bit reluctant

it's not like he doesn't want to have a kid with you, but he doesn't get to spend much time with you as it is. the kid would only make things more complicated // also doesn't think he's ready for such a responsibility

if he agrees I feel like he'd be more excited about the process of making the baby than the baby itself

Your partner didn't have many free days, but when he finally got one he always spent it with you. Fancy dinners, coffee shop dates, simple hangouts at home you name it; Jōno didn't care what you did as long as you were together. He adored your high spirits and was so smitten with you that only hearing the fast thumping of your heart when he hugged you made him forget all his worries.

But recently he started noticing a strange change in your behaviour: whenever you passed by a crying baby your breath would hitch. Jono didn't pay much attention to this since he assumed that you were simply annoyed by those little creatures. Well, that was until you popped the question.

"Hey Sai, I want to have a baby" you said one day. You were both laying on the cushioned couch in your shared apartment, your head nestled against his chest.

"What's that?" he asked, raising a brow in confusion.

"I said I want to have a baby"

"What like buy one? Why not get a kitten instead?" he teased. Jono's grin slowly began to fade when he saw the serious look on your face.

"I'm not joking, Sai. We've been together for such a long time and I'd like us to have a kid. What do you say?"

Your partner shrugged, gently peeling you off of him. "I mean, if you really want to... To me it sounds like a bother."

"What do you mean by that?" you cried out in dismay, clearly not expecting this reaction from him.

The knot in Jono's chest tightened at the sound of your shaky voice. The last thing he wanted was to upset you. It's not like he didn't want to start a family with you, he just wished he could have you all to himself on his free days.

"Well" he began in the most soothing voice possible "I guess I don't want us to lose what we have now. I enjoy how peaceful our home is and having a baby will just stir things up and to be frank, work is already chaotic enough. I don't think I could handle being a dad too."

His confession made your heart melt, all the tension built between the two of you dissipating in a matter of seconds.

"Oh Sai." you sighed, one of your hands sliding up to cup his cheek "I know that a kid will change things, but no matter what we'll still love eachother. As long as we're together I promise, we got this. And of course we can wait a few more years if you're not ready. I just want you to be happy, my love"

Now it was Jono's turn to be emotional. He gently removed your hands from his face and gave them a little squeez.

"Thanks dear. I know it'll be alright, but I'd like to wait a few more months at least, ok?"

"Sure" you smiled reassuringly "But who knew that the strongest Hunting Dog would be scared of fatherhood." You laughed at your own remark, gaining a mischevious grin from your partner.

"Quit teasing, darling. Or we may end up having that kid sooner than planned" he said, giving you a wink.

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

he's surprised to say the least but also thrilled

you're the one for him and he definitely wants to have a baby with you, but he can't help but worry

the loss of his brother still affects him and he cannot help but wonder if he'll be able to protect the two of you; after all, if the Mafia finds out he's just a spy, who knows what they'll do...

long story short he worries a lot but after you talk things out and reassure him, he'll agree

he'd literally be the most caring dad ever, always taking your kid to the zoo or to ride the ferris wheel♡

"Honey, I'm home" said your boyfriend as he entered your condo.

When you heard his voice you immediately abandoned the book you were reading and rushed to the hallway; and there he was, standing in front of the door with a bouchet of light pink hyacinths in his hands. Not caring about the flowers you jumped in his arms, embracing him tightly and he eagerly returned a hug.

"I missed you so much Michi" you cooed, showering him with saccherine kisses.

"Hey, enough love" he chuckled as he gently pulled you away "How have you been? I hope my pretty girl had a great day."

"Yes I did, work was great but honestly I was so excited that you'd come home tonight."

"Me too, princess" he said as he untied his shoes and took off his crimson cape. Your boyfriend hasn't been around that much since he infiltrated the Port Mafia. He knew the job was risky and in the event he got caught, it would be best if the mafiosi didn't know about your existence; they would surely hurt you as a way of punishing him. So Tachihara had bought a second apartment where he lived during these interventions. He only came home when he was working with the Hunting Dogs.

"Sooo honey I was wondering if we could talk about something tonight." you inquired, toying with a stray strand hair.

"Of course we can. Did something happen?"

"Oh no nothing. I just had a question for you."

Your boyfriend took a step forward and seized your hips, pulling you closer to him. "Alright then tell me. What is this all about?"

"Ok so" you began, trying your best to hide the slight blush that was spreading on your cheeks "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to have a baby with me."

Tachihara's face dropped when he heard your proposal. For a second you thought he was upset about your idea, but before you could apologize the lovesick smile returned to his lips "I uh well I don't know what to say about that" he stuttered, trying to avoid meeting your gaze.

"I mean it would be amazing. I'd love to start a family with you" he continued as he scratched the back of his head. "But don't you think we're a bit too young for that?"

"Oh not now Michi. We can wait a few more years but we should start saving up for a crib and all that, you know? Baby stuff are quite expensive"

"Yea, I guess you're right" he said before going silent, a shadow of doubt clouding his eyes.

"What is it, love?" you eventually asked him.

"It may sound a bit silly but do you think I'm fit for being a dad?"

You quickly took a step back "What do you mean by that? Of course you'd be a great dad". But your words didn't reassure him too much. You could tell there were things still left unsaid so you asked him to take a seat on the couch while you made some tea for the two of you.

A few minuted later you joined your partner on your sofa, two cups of steaming orange tea in your hands.

"Ok now tell me, Michi. What's bothering you?"

He took your hands in his, his amber eyes fixated on the bamboo floor and after taking a deep breath he started talking:

"I've always regretted not being able to save my brother. If only I had been a few years older I could've joined him in the army and maybe things would've been different. I guess I'm just worried about having a kid. What if something happens and I'm not there to protect you two?"

It hurt to hear him say such things; he sounded so defeated. You gently placed your index finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Don't worry about that dear." you said in your softest voice "It's all going to be fine. We can have the kid after you finish your undercover mission. Plus, not only will our kid have an awesome dad, bur also a badass mom. I can kick ass too, never forget that."

Tachihara chuckled at your words "I know love, you're truly amazing. Thanks for listening to me, it means a lot."

"No problem, love"

He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your chest as you playfully ruffled his hair. Now that things were sorted out he could finally relax in the comfort of your embrace; his eyelids were getting heavier and he felt as if he was under a spell.

"I love you, Michi" you chanted, your voice lulling him to sleep.

He only mumbled in response, placing a tender kiss on your neck. "Love you too, sugar"

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

the moment he hears your proposal he drops to his knees and starts giving one of his speeches

he promises he'll be a good father and a faithful husband and will do anything for you; he'll fight to ensure a safe future for your baby and all that

so yea he doesn't oppose to the idea, he's actually quite excited about it. He already he's going to spend the rest of his life with you so why not start a family?

you make him swear that he won't try to feed the kid his strange food combinations

You would often joke with your boyfriend about how you wanted him to give you his babies. And how could you not? He looked so attractive doing literally anything that you couldn't help yourself. You loved how caring and innocent he was, how he'd always make you dinner on weekends (actually refraining from trying any strange combinations) and plan the nicest dates; he was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on and was eternally devoted to you. His looks were just a bonus.

But when you saw him buying an ice cream for the neighbour's kid one summer morning, you realized that you may actually want to have a kid with him.

"Say, darling, can I ask you something?" you inquired as he stepped foot in your apartment. He had just finished running and glistening beads of sweat were sticking to the tips of his hair.

"Yes, my love. What is it?"

"You know how I always ask you to give me your babies?"

"Ah yes" he chuckled, taking a sip of water from his hydro flask "You say that quite a lot"

"Yea well I think I'd actually like to start a family with you" you said coyly, flashing him your most alluring smile.

Your boyfriend, who was getting ready to drink some more water, stopped dead in his tracks. He suddenly placed the steel container on the countertop and made his way to you, holding your hands as your eyes met.

"My love, I would be honoured to be the father of your child and start a family with you. I swear on my sword that I will be a devoted husband and I will protect our child with my life."

He had such a serious expression that you couldn't contain your laughter.

"Oh Hiro you're something else, did you know that?" you teased, hoping to get a reaction out of him. But you boyfriend simply stood there holding your hands, his lips pressed in a tight line.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I know you're the only woman I'll ever love, my heart is yours. I do want to have a baby with you."

His gaze was so intense you felt your knees wobble. You opened your mouth, fumbling for words when he quickly captured your lips in a tender kiss. It felt so much more intimate than any other kiss you'd shared before.

"Did you really mean what you said?" you asked once he pulled away, his face still inches from yours.

Tecchou nodded, his eyes glimmering with adoration. "Of course."

"Well then it's settled, we'll have a kid. Let's get to it" you announced triumphantly as you began dragging him towards the bedroom. Your boyfriend tried to protest but the grip you had on his arm was unshakeable.

"But I want to marry you first." he whined, making you cease your motion. "Y/N will you be my wife?"

He spoke the words so tenderly, almost as if they were made of gold leaf. Needless to say you said yes; you've been a couple for more than four years now and you were ready to start this new chapter of your life together.

Then pulled him into a passionate kiss and he took the hint; swiftly picking you up he made his way to your bedroom, closing the door behind.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #jono bsd #jono saigiku #jono x reader #bsd tetchou #tetchou x reader #hunting dogs bsd #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs tachihara #bsd tecchou #bsd headcanons

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clavissionary-position · 8 months

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Gilbert: (taps his way into the room, happy as a penguin) I have another hypothetical for you all today.

Licht: What was the last one?

Leon: What was the first one?

Jin: I locked the door. How did you get in?

Gilbert: Oh I have keys to all the rooms in this castle.

Yves: May I ask why?

Leon: (glares) May I ask how?

Gilbert: Hehe, come now. All of you would do the same thing when staying in someone else's home, no?

Domestic Faction: No.

Gilbert: That says more about you than it does about me. Anyway~

Gilbert: (pats Jin's breast pocket and pulls out a lollypop for himself) The hypothetical: What would you do if you had to fight a giant robot?

Licht: I'd kill it. What's a giant robot?

Yves: How giant?

Gilbert: (stares blankly at Yves) Giant-er than you.

Yves: :(

Gilbert: (smiles cheerfully as he looks at the other three) Giant-er than all of you. By a grotesque magnitude actually. Imagine a human and an ant, except you're the ant.

Jin: (leans against Leon's desk and crosses his arms) This robot, or whatever, could be completely docile. Why are we fighting it?

Jin: That lollypop wasn't free, by the way.

Gilbert: Oh? Of course it was? I'm a distinguished guest after all. Hmm, and a docile giant robot, you say. Is that how you see all giant things? Docile? Friendly to you?

Leon: Why's that feel like a loaded question?

Gilbert: Ahaha! How could it be? We're just having a fun little conversation about big little things? Little things that get big one day.

Yves: So this robot thing was once a small robot?

Gilbert: (doesn't even bother looking at Yves) Everything is small before it gets big. Everything except for you.

Yves: :( You're small too.

Gilbert: (points his cane at Yves' throat just as Leon and Licht point their swords at him)

Gilbert: (laughs breezily) I just remembered seeing your kitchen on fire on my way here.

Yves: WHAT

Licht: Calm down, Yves. Our kitchen is fireproof.

Licht: Well. Technically the builder promised Sariel that it's 'Licht-proof' but I'm assuming that's the same thing.

Yves: Oh, Licht...

Gilbert: Are you sure you don't want to go check? A giant robot could have set it.

Leon: We're discussing a hypothetical. Hypothetical robot. Hypothetical fire.

Gilbert: Hmph. So you're saying I'm lying.

Jin: He's saying your exaggerating the truth to suit your needs.

Gilbert: Hmmm! (toothy smile) I'm impressed. It seems I should give your little boy scout club due credit.

Licht: We don't need credit from you.

Gilbert: So mean. You know it's a big deal when your mortal enemy praises you.

Leon: (smirks) So what is it? Are you our distinguished guest or our mortal enemy?

Gilbert: (tilts his head cutely) Who said I can't be both? Ah, but this chat's getting dull. Must be the Chevalier in you all. I must be off. Thank you for all the lollypops?

Gilbert: (deposits thirty lollypops' worth of sticks and wrappers back into Jin's breast pocket) So one of you would kill the giant robot, one of you is too much of a coward and one of you is too short. What would your leader do?

Leon: He'd ask for a ride.

Gilbert: ...

Leon: Anything that's as large to a human as a human is to an ant has gotta have an awesome view.

Gilbert: ...

Gilbert: (taps over to the door, opens it, coughs as smoke enters from the hallway) Luke. I'm done here.

Lukebot: Meep morp, did the hoo-mans give a satis-factory answer? Fa-ther?

Gilbert: They said what they needed to. Bend down, will you? I feel like going sightseeing. Let's hunt ourselves a little rabbit.

Lukebot: (whirring machine sounds) Not un-til I. Receive. Ho-ney. Fa-ther.

Gilbert: (sighs) You want to end up setting fire to this room too?

Lukebot: Not. My fault. I cannot. Di-gest. Ho-ney. With-out. Explosive. Biproduct.

Lukebot: Fa-ther.

Gilbert: (sighs again) You're not wrong. You're not wrong at all.

Domestic Faction: (watches in French silence as Luke demolishes a hole in the side of the palace and the pair leave through it)

Licht: (to Jin) Hey, so what's a robot?

Jin: Our kitchen's on fire.

--- ps! inspo: @/qshara's crack ikemen posts ^^

#ikemen prince #gilbert von obsidian #licht klein #jin grandet #yves kloss #leon dompteur #luke randolph #ikemen prince incorrect quotes #incorrect quote folder

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mariadotcom · 9 months

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pennhurst - the start of going down (P. I)

hey guys, it's been a while since we last had some (or nay) interactions but life have been getting crazier by the second. i apologize since i left the blog untethered and filling with spiders and moths, but i'm (partially) back and hope you like this little romance, thrilling horror or something i've been working on on my free time. if not, dm me and i'll hear ya! xo maria

prompt: y/n is an immigrant from south america, she owns a bodyshop and there's where she meets sam and colby. as the friendship between them blossoms, other things arise as well, perhaps some of them should've remain buried. ghosts from the past, a difficult romance and a carrousel of ups and downs between them form a storm - but the living aren't the problem alone amidst this tempestuous story. WARNINGS: none, i guess. but strong language, NOT for minors, and i am a mess so god knows - and popular demand tells - when will i post the following chapter.

we promised we'd be back in full blast but not to exaggerate much and get ourselves - especially colby - hurt. since chemo ended, he's been more active and i, as friend who's been there through good and bad, think he deserves a time doing what he loves, performing his job oh so gracefully.

usually, i'm off-screen and i'm glad about it - helping the boys carring their stuff around and exploring places with friends on my days-off. this time around the only differencial would be colby's health on watch; sam was being careful and watching over him more than any of us would, despite that being expected. although something was off, i could feel it. the way colby would glare at people sometimes, with tears in his eyes. he'd be saying the most deep and thoughtful shit, but usually was hitting harder. "say what you feel to the ones you love, y/n" he'd say and i'd anwer "i love you, colby. it's never enough how much...". we met when they moved to Vegas at a bodyshop i own. they trusted their cars with me and we ended up bonding and becoming friends, colby was more standoffish at first but he came around once he learned that i was to be trusted - at least a bit.

the cancer news hit us all like a brick to the head, a cold rush of familiarity through my veins. it was all so new yet so similar. gladly, the treatment and the operation were enough, and he was never alone. not a single second. sam was alway there for him and so was i, whenever they chimed me in. anyways, on the welcome-back trip, sam thought a trip would do him good whereas i thought an exploration would serve better. combining both, for colby, was the greatest so that's what we did. sam chose the location through some people he met along the way of the chanel, i was so excited to finally know the spot i barely focused on colby and what was he saying.

"....then we could try to explore the place ourselves. what you think, y/n?" he said while scrolling through his phone. it wasn't sam and colby's first visit there, but it was mine and they wanted me to have a good time and full immersive experience. "huh?" i questioned "this whole thing is about YOU, colbert. you should be the one 'thinking' of something."

"yeah, yeah. i just want to make sure we all have fun, you know?" his pale blue eyes stared at me for a second and, as usual, i stared back. i couldn't get enough. "y/n?" he called.

"sure, colby. i'll do whatever you want me to..." i stated focusing on the pile of e-mails stacking in my inbox.

"isn't it time for you to take a vacation? some time off?" colby asked seeing how busy and overwhelmed i was. i sighned, he moved from one couch to another to sit closer. "c'mon you could stay some time with us, ditch the company for a few days..."

i cut him off before he could finish his line of thought "colby, you know i can't. the company is expanding.... i need to focus" i rolled my eyes and rested my head upon his shoulder. we watched as sam entered the room, sweaty shirt signaling he just came back from the gym "hello, lovebirds," he said jokinlgy "what are we discussing?"

"how y/n should get a few weeks of vacation" colby gently backed up, laying my head on the couch as he stood up to greet sam and the grocery bags i just now realize he had been holding for a while. "you're obviously in need of some of it, y/n. why don't we make this trip a bit longer so you can take AT LEAST a few days more to reset?" sam suggested.

"but i...." "you can't run no company if you're worn out, dude" sam cut me. "besides, it is YOURS. you're the boss! c'mon, we'd love to have you for a couple days more, right colby?"

"yeah, besides you still owe me a movie night!" colby stated. it's been months since i've been promising the movie night with thrilling and horror movies, just colby and i, to talk about how he has been feeling lately and other stuff. it's always a pleasure be around such a good friend. [wish we were a bit more than that].

"you know what, you two!" i started with and angry tone, eyes still closed, still laying on their couch. "you're right...." i cooled down. "i need to get some rest. i'll take 3 weeks off and nothing more but please, you both are in charge of me"

"couting now?" colby joked.

"no, robert, couting monday..."

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Friday afternoon after my last meeting, i was still rushing around, making sure every inch of the bodyshop was clean, organized, ready for monday morning's routine of receiving and fixing cars and guaranteeing excellence to costumers. my CEO (and godfather, altogether) made sure they'd be fine without me for a couple weeks and he'd only call in emergencies. i was hoping for little to none, but leaving for the first time in years was still frightening.

i saw the old toyota corolla make a corner, if there were a better picture than that, colby's glass were not really dark-stained so i could see through it. he was wearing, shockingly, a dark green shirt, black and green jacket and i could swear i saw someone on the backseat for a split second. knowing him, i'd be either surprised or scared the second i set foot in the car. gathering my stuff from my office quickly, i found my old devotion notebook. i remembered that work has been draining me so much i forgot i am too a sensitive religious person - but not the convetional one. the door was pushed and the fragrance that followed screamed his name, i didn't even had to turn around to recornize him but his words affirmed what i thought. "are we going?" colby questioned. "mhmm" i replied. "let me just check my e-mails one last time...."

"oh fuck no!" colby shouted, running around the table and taking the laptop from me. he then locked it inside a drawer and kept the keys. "i'll give it back to you in a week or two, when we're far away from this office." he said firmly.

after a moment of silence, he said "you deserve this...." "hey! we're traveling! it'll be fun! plus, your family can handle everything else."

"and we'll call if we can't." my godfather/uncle Victor entered the room, his arms crossing in front of him once he stopped beside colby. them both being tall made a shadow fawn over me, intimidating a little. "we will miss you, but you haven't stop since forever. get some rest, kiddo" my uncle Victor said. "and you make sure she stays alright! i'll need her back!" he warned colby.

"sure thing, sir! i'll bring her back in one piece in maybe 3 weeks." colby said gathering my stuff and pulling me to the car. "maybe? it's a definitely, gentleman." Victor said. we both giggled making our way to his car.

"every time i come around to pick you up, i feel like we're 16" colby joked as i looked around in the car. [who the fuck was inside]. he arched an eyebrown confused to as why was i snooping around. "yo, you good?" he asked. i shaked my head 'yes' but there was some sinking feeling something was off.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°\/°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° the flight was scheduled to sunday morning, this way we'd be in pennsylvania by noon or so. it was still saturday morning when the first nightmare hit, it was still dark outside and the guest room in sam and colby's place felt degrees colder than usual. i guess it was so intense i screamed and sam woke me up, worried. colby followed him suit behind with flustered cheeks and heavy eyes.

"what's wrong?" sam asked, sitting in the bed beside me. his weight made the covers safer, calmer. my thoughts coming down from a high as soon as he pressed his warm hand on my forehead to see if i had a fever. "you're not hot or anything...." sam said and colby giggled.

"yeah she's definitely hot, jus not your type, bro." colby corrected and sam's cheeks brigthen up red, you could barely see through the soft and dim yellow light from the tiny lamp that stood beside the bed. "you know i don't mean that...." sam started. "you're... you're pretty hot you know. i'd rather say beautiful but..."

"romeo, i guess she just had a bad dream, right?" colby leaned on the doorframe. his white ripped tee a little too ripped and sam's soft grip on my face slowly became a light caress. "i guess i'll leave juliet to go back to sleep then." sam said giving me a concerned look. "okay?" i nodded.

"i'm sorry" i muttered, my voice coming back to me. "didn't mean to wake you up, guys" sam rolled his eyes and lightly pinched my cheeks. "stop being a dumbass..." he said getting up and making his way out. "i'll be in my room. if you need anything, CALL! don't scream. you scared the shit out of me" sam said as he made his way to his bedroom.

it was colby's turn to say something. do something. but instead, he just stood there, leaning against the door while i sat on the bed, still processing what was the nightmare about. only flashes flooding my memories, little by little. drowning my thoughts. "can i come in?" he finally asked after what felt like forever in silence. "mhmmm" i hummed.

different from sam, colby was more straight forward with whatever he wanted. this being said, it wasn't hard to agree that he, in fact, went under covers and laid beside me. "robert, what are you doing? are you insane?" i coiled beside him. my dressing wasn't very modest to welcome him in bed with me as i was using a big tee and panties. "as if i never laid next to another woman. get off yourself" he complained.

i sneakily grabbed my pajama shorts from my side of the bed and put them in under the blankets, by this time, colby had rolled over. his face turn to me but his eyes closed - perhaps privacy or just him trying to fall back asleep. i facepalmed breathing loudly trying to erase the feeling of uneasyness from my body after the terrible dream, but colby's hand on my tight and his firm grip startled me a bit. "c'mon, lay down. it's 2:30 in the morning... i'll stay here with you" he muffled in the pillows. "c'mooooooon" colby whined.

"i just...it was so vivid, you know.... these buildings, the feeling i got...." i started but my as soon as i did, my heart went racing. colby sat, his eyes barely opening, one arm around me and the other caressing my leg. "are you okay?" he asked, his hand moving upwards trying to soothe me. "sometimes reals can feel so real, right? but don't stress over it too much, i'll stay here." he said calmly. "maybe we can call sam and...."

"ugh you're such a whore, brock" i laughed as i laid in bed, him doing the same. "thanks, by the way..." he raised an eyebrown, eyes fast closed. "for the what?"

"for staying."

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the day went smoothly and sunday noon was approaching. pennsylvania sounded near althought a 6 hour flight separated the two states and increased in a rapid speed our hunger. i slept through most of it since the nightmares became a thing over the weekend - minus the screaming, thankfully - and sam became my personal caressing pillow. his soft words, as soft as his hands, lulled me to sleep seconds into the flight. colby was an aisle down to us and never stopped chatting with the pretty petite blonde girl sat next to him, when i finally woke, they seemed more acquainted then when the flight was getting ready to take off.

"they kissed" sam filled me in, first thing when i woke. "wow, really?" "mhmm, colby's like that now" he said turning a page from a book he was reading. "yeah i guess he always had been, but it's more of a show off about it now" i replied adjusting my messy cruly hair. "i'm glad i'll always have you, never normal sam" joking, i said. he just elbowed me lightly, giving the most warm upside down smile.

"how are you?" i asked noticing he'd been refusing to look at the notifications on his phone. he just glared. "i mean, this number must belong to SOMEONE. won't you answer?" sam sighed. "it's kat. we.... i...." his words started to crample together but luckily the pilot interrupted him with the announcement of landing. both of us releasing the air inside our lungs we weren't aware we'd been holding. "hey... i know it must be hard. i'm always here to hear you.... and maybe crack joke about it though." i reaffirmed. sam held my hand and gave it a caring kiss, leaving it as a thank you note with everything he wanted to say but couldn't right now.

the plane landed, we got our bags. sam and colby rented a car and decided this could make a video: traveling with friends, living the now, doing what they like and going old fashion - no hardwire equipments, no electronics by the dozens, no mediatic pressure and no place for nothing but good times. it came late, but it didn't fail. colby surprised sam and i at the restaurant. we were peacefully eating like dinosaurs when a pair of hands gripped sam's shoulder tight - not enough to hurt him, but enough to have him startled. sam and colby's friend, nate, stood behind sam and i while we ate.

nate is a cool guy, very chill and funny. he's always down to whatever the boys propose him to, thus incouraging me to do the same. although we have a good time together, sometimes and only sometimes, i have a glipmse of myself and feel a little unconscious. the many women approaching them - being for fame, recognition, looks or whatever - are gorgeous, the kind of girl you'd see on tampon commercials or maybe a lame movie with only hot chicks using ridiculous clothes to perform complex tasks. i'm just normal and - for a while - it's good being average, but oh boy, how i wish i was....

"hey, gorgeous!" nate complimented me as he plopped on the empty chair beside me. "how have you been, girl?" he sassed. i rolled my eyes, smile growing wider. "i've been good, nataniel." i teased back.

"what's with you and names?" colby asked downing a bit of his drinks. he had a halfway fresh oranje juice glass that i insisted he'd take instead of whatever processed shit he'd prefer. "you see, COLBERT," i emphasized before continuing, earning everyone's smile "it's funnier that way. plus, i get to tease you all about fictional names that suit you fine" i gulped my juice myself.

"well, we should think about a nickname for you to call it your own, then" nate threw his arms around my chair and said, leaning over a bit. "maybe we should call you...." as soon as nate was forming a thought, sam's phone rang. it was the person responsible for our tour and stay, so we went quieter so sam could figure whatever out. we couldn't help ourselves to kick one another under the table and whisper sweet nothings to each other while making dramatically silly faces - or copy whatever sam was saying in a husk tone, just to ease up the mood. "yeah, sure. i guess it'll be a great idea!" sam said. "i guess we can share some rooms, there's no problem with it...." finally, we fell dead silent to hear what he was saying and when sam noticed, he put them on speaker.

"i'm sure you can all share, but wouldn't it be fun if you got separate rooms?!" the person on the other end asked with a malice in their voice. you could tell it was a sllightly older man and if it wasn't from previous experience, you barely couldn't differ the amount of cigarretes he'd smoken before. "i mean, it's a haunt tour but we have buildings able to accomodate you 3 perfectly nice, and the area is still new to renovations so you guys could do some recording if you'd like"

"actually, josh, we are in a group of 4 now. a friend decided to join us, is that an issue?" sam asked. "not at all, sam! we love to have you and any friend of yours as guests! is colby coming?" the man asked "surely he is!" colby answered affirming he was part of the group listening. "well, then it'll be awesome having you guys!" "it'll be awesome staying with you, josh! see you in a bit" sam hushed and ended the call.

"well, i hope you're in for a ride," sam said. "we have the place to ourselves and...." "yeah, but where is the place? WHAT is the place?" nate asked, finally tackling our doubts. "we're going to pennhurst asylum."

author's notes: thoughts? call the roaches and complain. (kidding, leave it here under NOTES or message me)

#colby brock #colby brock smut #colby brock fanfic #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby #snc #sam golbach #sam golbach fanfic #xplr club #xplr

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bookish-bi-mormon · 3 months

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There's a Mormon church across the road from my house and I've been curious about attending for years but I'm also an incredibly anxious queer bean. Any advice?

Hi! I appreciate you trusting me with this question and I wish I could give you a certain answer.

Unfortunately it's really a gamble. I've been lucky enough to be in a ward (congregation/neighborhood) where I've gotten a lot of positive feedback and support. My partner and I (very visibly queer) have been going to church together for the past month+ and we've only ever had kind things said to us. I think even the members who might believe that being queer is contrary to God's will still want to be kind and help us feel at home and recognize that our journeys on earth are not really their business.

Sadly, that can't be said of everyone. I've been in Sunday School classes in the past where hurtful things were said about queer people that sent me spiraling. I've heard of church leaders who pull trans people aside and ask them to stop attending because their presence is a "disruption." It really varies and I wish I could give you something to measure it by but I've been welcomed in the same town that a friend of mine was rejected.

more advice under the cut:

If you want to learn more about the LDS church, what we believe, how we started, and the Book of Mormon, this website is a good place to start. I don't know if you're a praying type, but in this situation I'd usually recommend praying and asking God if exploring mormonism is a good path for you. If you do feel like attending services, this website can help you see what time the wards in your area meet.

Things to know about church services:

Sacrament Meeting is the meeting where everyone sits in pews and listens to talks. Second Hour (which alternates between gendered and mixed classes every other week) are smaller group discussions where people read scriptures and quotes, and talk about how the gospel fits into our lives. If you want to go to second hour after sacrament meeting, I would just kinda follow whoever looks like they're your age/gender, or if you're feeling brave you could ask someone.

Women usually wear modest dresses, or a shirt+skirt combo. Men usually wear white shirt, tie, and slacks. I personally wear colorful button ups and slacks, sometimes a tie and sometimes not, to express my nonbinary gender. But I don't mind standing out. You really can wear whatever you want, but if you are anxious about standing out, then knowing the dress customs can be helpful.

They usually sing 3 or 4 songs during sacrament meeting. You don't have to sing along, but there should be a hymn book available in case you do.

Part way through sacrament meeting, they pass the sacrament (the bread and water that represent Christ's body and blood). A small tray will be passed down the pews. You don't have to eat/drink, but you can if you want. We see it as a renewal of the promises we make when we are baptized.

People tend to be very friendly, and use the time before/after meetings to socialize. Someone might see an unfamiliar face and come say hi. I promise they mean well, but if it stresses you out feel free to excuse yourself.

#ray's ramblings #queerstake #religion #mormon #advice #I wish you all the luck in the world!#if you want to know more feel free to message me

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I have a small request for you: you can write a farewell scene for the star!Asha and the human!Aster (which takes place after defeating the villains as in KOW) and the scene where our lovers reunite and star!Asha becomes human? I'm sorry to bother you with such a huge number of questions about this au, I just fell in love with it and would like to know the differences between KOW and KOW-role reversal. P.S. I will ask more questions about role swap au, but later. And by the way, thanks for the scene in the house, now I'm going to have a good dream.

I'd love to get more asks about the role-reversal AU because I've fell in love with them too, Star!Asha being a bubbly sunshine child and Aster being more mature but also a huge dork is so cute (Talking like that is almost like they weren't my idea lmao) so please feel free to ask more, though I may take a while to answer since, well, writing takes time lol

So let's see how their goodbye scene would go:

"... I must leave now" Asha voice cracked, her smile remained despite her eyes clearly welling with with tears threatening to fall.

"... Leave?" Aster watches as her star dust floats up to the sky, slowly making Asha disappear more and more... He understands what the star means, but he doesn't understand why now. "W-why now? We just WON! You should stay at least for us to celebrate..." Aster tries to convince her, but one look on her face and he can tell that's not her decision to make, she's just as heartbroken as him "... You don't have a choice, do you? Now that my wish is granted..."

Asha just nods her head "Yes" slowly

Aster looks down for a moment, til he get's an idea and his smile returns "... Hey! But that's okay! I can just wish upon you again! So you'll come back-"

"I won't be allowed to come down here again." Asha blurted out the bad news quickly like she's ripping off a bandaid, maybe if she says quickly it will hurt less... That doesn't work.

Aster's hopeful smile disappears "Wh- What!? Why not?"

"I didn't do things like I was supposed to... I was seen by other people, I helped you WAY more than any star is supposed to... I fell in love." She explained, looking at Aster in the eyes, becoming more and more transparent by the second "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before... I didn't want you to be upset." A single tear runs down her face.

"That's not fair!" Aster wailed, trying to hold her shoulders but his hand went right through her "You helped me grant my wish and now you get punished for it? That makes no sense!" He yells, not angry at Asha but at the world itself that apparently just won't let him have one happy moment.

A few people from the crowd finally notice what's going on with Asha, including Aster's friends, who quickly approach the two. They already knew this was coming since Asha told them back in the forest.

Asha agrees that it's unfair, but rules are rules "I know... But we'll always remember our time together, won't we? And we got to make the most of it in so little time" Asha tried to see the bright side, although they both know that no time in the world would be enough for them.

Aster's eyes were already flooded with tears "I... I can't lose you... Not again... There's so much I wanted to show you, so much I wanted to tell you..." Their voice is trembling, their arms wrapped around him, as if to give himself a hug.

Asha is just sketch lines now, she tries to dry Aster's tears, but the tears go right though her hand, she's translucent now and can't interact with anything. She frowns knowing that he can't physically comfort him anymore, now her body is more in the sky than on land. She doesn't have much time left, so she rushes to give him her last words of reassurance "You could never lose me... You can talk to me every night and I'll listen... I know it won't be the same thing but... I promise I'll always be by your side"

A hopeful smile grows on the boy's face "... Even if I can't see you." Aster finishes the sentence, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Heh... That's right-"

Aster goes in to kiss her. And before Asha can even react... She vanished, turning into star dust and floating back to the sky.

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Now them reuniting:

"I better be going now... Wouldn't want to stay here chatting till morning like last time heheh" Aster chuckled while leaving the tree branch "Oh yeah! I almost forgot, happy birthday!... Uuh I don't know if stars even celebrate birthdays but either way, I hope you had a good one heh" Aster says rather awkwardly while looking up at the sky, looking for Asha

But he suddenly realizes her star is no longer in the sky. His eyes squint as he keeps looking for it, till he hears a familiar giggle coming from the tree

"Hihih I wish we did, but nope! Birthdays are just a human thing"

Aster turns to look up at the tree branch. And there she is, Asha is sitting on the tree, kicking her feet back and forth as her golden hair and flowy cape dance in the wind like soft waves. Her radiant smile outshines all the stars above them.

The boy below is speechless, his mouth opening and shutting again like a fish out of water, unable to form a coherent sentence. He almost forgot how spellbindingly gorgeous she was after these few weeks apart, and seeing her again makes the boy completely lose his senses.

(This paragraph in a nutshell: Aster.exe stopped working)

Asha giggles as she jumps down from the tree, falling right on Aster. She embraces him, and thus the two of them are now laying down on the soft grass

Aster returns the hug, not sure if this is real or just a dream, it sure feels like one. He laughs along with her as he asks “YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“Sure aaaam🎶” Asha singsongs cheerfully “Did ya miss me? Hihih” She teases, knowing full well he did, and so did she

“More than anything” they replied, sitting up as he gazed upon her in absolute awe “b-but HOW?? Did the stars let you stay on earth??”

“Well, yes, but to do that, first I need to do one little thing…”

…

And then Asha sings her little “This Wish (reprise)” and kisses Aster, thus turning herself into a human

The goodbye half was pretty much the same thing that happened in the original, since I didn’t know how to make it any different.

But when they reunite though, we get to see how no matter the universe, Aster is always… A dork

Like in KOW Aster plays it cool when he gets back to earth and surprises Asha, he’s laying on the tree making a cool pose, trying to look kinda mysterious, when literally all he wants is to go there and hug her. Meanwhile in this AU human Aster just… Malfunctions when he sees Asha’s beauty, like a dork

And no matter the universe Asha is just adorable, human Asha quickly ran to give Aster a hug, while star Asha ALSO immediately went for a hug and being all cute about it

In conclusion, Asha is adorable, Aster is a dork, together they’re Adorkable.

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

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whiskey-bumblebee · 1 year

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I'm On Fire (Chapter 4)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2266

A/N: Fun fact! There is a coded message in a section of this (don't want to spoil anything but it will hopefully be clear which section might contain a coded message). It is incredibly niche, but it just worked so well. I doubt anyone will be able to uncode it, but I would love to see interpretations 👀

Warnings: Age gap relationship (older Hotch, younger reader), the cops are assholes (acab <3).

Taglist: @littlepeanut03 @rosaline-black @moonmark98 @yuly @jazzymariexoxoc @frogoko @morgthemagpie @laisy @whoreforhondo @ssamorganhotchner

The hard edges of the interrogation chair bite into your legs. You keep your voice measured, your responses meek, informative, but not any more detailed than they need to be.

"Were you close with your father?"

"We used to be close. He recently started seeing a new woman..." You trail off, your vision growing unfocused. "But I guess that's not true."

Sensing a spiral, the police officer cleared his throat and tried to centre your focus again. "How recently?"

"A few months, I think. He was away less at first, then more and more until I didn't see him at all."

"Could you place a date on it?"

You chew your lip. "Do you have a calendar? It might be easier if I can see everything laid out."

The police officer gestured to his partner and the second officer left the room, returning moments later with a calendar. You flicked back to December, skimming your finger over a particular week. "About here. I was at a practice and he didn't show up. It was noticeable by then."

"So it was before the holidays?"

You nodded. "I think so."

You traced your finger over the calendar again, counting the days, trying to remember what you'd been doing on each one. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the sixteenth. The day that Aaron had picked you up, the rain pelting the windscreen, his clothing warm on your body...

"I think," You cleared your throat. "He made an effort around the holidays. I definitely saw him for a day or two. He didn't give me anything, but that's normal for him."

The second officer slid a photograph across the table.

"Do you know this man?"

You nodded, fighting your body at a cellular level. You didn't swallow. You didn't blush. You tried not to look too long, too fondly.

"Aaron Hotchner," You stated. "He was friends with my father when they were younger."

"What's your relationship with him?"

You shook your head. "I don't have one. He picked me up sometime in December, it was just by chance. He saw me waiting for my dad, so he drove me home."

"Anything before that?"

You shook your head again, but this time it was the truth. "I'd seen him in pictures with my dad, from college, but we'd never had a conversation before that."

"When he drove you home, did the topic of conversation include your father at any point?"

You nodded. "Kind of naturally, I think. He asked how my dad was doing, I think it had been a while since they'd seen each other. My dad was pretty isolated from his friends. I thought it was because he was spending all of his free time with his partner-"

The police officer cut you off. "Alright. Do you think you need any additional support? You're an adult, so if you feel the need to reach out to victim services, an attorney, you can do that on your own."

You nodded, feeling kind of dazed. It was intimidating, and you thought: the system is designed to make me feel like this.

"I did have a question, I know it's an early stage in the investigations, but would you be able to make sure I don't hear more of the graphic details than I need to?"

The police officer shook his head. "No. We can't promise anything."

You exhaled uneasily. "Okay."

"In fact, there are some things I think you should know. Since you won't be able to hear them from your dad-"

___

Aaron hated the way that the cuffs felt around his wrists. He'd spent so many years on the other side of this. He felt common, hated, evil. He felt like his father.

"What was your relationship with this man?"

"We went to college together. Ran in the same social circles. I hadn't heard from him for a while, and then his name came up in a case I was working."

"Did you declare a conflict of interest?"

"I didn't feel the need to," Aaron said earnestly. "I hadn't spoken to him for a decade."

JJ shifted from foot to foot anxiously, watching through the glass. "I don't understand, why are they interrogating him? It's not the first time someone on the team has killed a suspect."

"They're trying to determine if he had a significant relationship with the unsub," Reid commented. "If he did, it could count as premeditation, and they'd need to consider his intent."

Morgan looked around the small back room, ensuring none of the local cops were around. "I've never seen Hotch like that. There was just no hesitation. But c'mon, we caught this guy in the act, and he was armed. There's no way Hotch goes down for this. It could have happened to any of us. Just a freak coincidence."

They turned their attention back to the interrogation room as Hotch's voice became heated.

"This is unnecessary. Yes, I positively identified him as the unsub, which meant that I had time to recognize him. But you can ask any of the other agents at the scene, I didn't have the time to make a different decision."

"Unsub?"

"Unknown... The suspect. I identified him as the suspect."

"So you're changing your story?"

"No," Hotch said calmly. "In our unit, we call the suspect an unsub."

"So you think you're better than us?"

"That's irrelevant," Hotch shot back.

Prentiss stifled a chuckle. "He didn't say no."

"Were you aware that the suspect had a daughter?"

One of the officers in the room slid a photograph of you across the table and Aaron's frown deepened.

"Yes," He said softly.

"What is she like?"

"We've had maybe one conversation in the time I've known about her. I wouldn't be able to say."

"Isn't it rather intimate to drive someone home?"

Hotch shook his head. "I don't think so. It was something of an emergency because it was very cold that night and her father was running late..."

"Something you're holding back?"

Hotch paused, looking the other man in the eye, his gaze stern.

"I want to be a father one day. I was thinking that if she was my daughter, I would like to think one of my friends would do the same."

That seemed to take the interrogation team by surprise, as they were all silent for a moment.

___

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Haley Hotchner was in an interrogation suite a few rooms over from the one you sat in. And she was telling a very different story.

___

A few hours later, you lay on your bed in the empty house, staring at the ceiling. You wondered what would happen. Did your father have a will? Would you inherit the house? Would you get kicked out? Where would you go? Had there ever been another girlfriend?

How long would your bed be your bed? How long would your room be your room?

You ached to call Hotch, to see if he was okay, how his interviews were going. But everything was gone. Every trace of him, especially the digital ones. Not that there had been many traces to begin with. You'd washed all of the clothes he'd ever touched. Donated all of his clothes that you had at your house. It had been weeks since you'd had sex, so you were free of his cells. You'd even cleaned your shower drain with some chemical that smelled awful, but it promised to dissolve hair. In case he'd shed even a single strand while showering at your place. You burned the contents of your vacuum cleaner for the same reason. It was cold enough that none of the neighbors questioned the smoke rising from the chimney.

No contact in your phone, no history. No photograph of your shadows. Even a burner phone was too risky. You wished again and again that he had worked for any other branch of the government. But no, it was the BAU. The FBI. And they knew how to dig.

But there was one thing. One precious, golden thing that you refused to throw out, to destroy, to disfigure. Inside a thermos. Hidden between the seal and the cap. In a tiny ziplock bag. A chain with a ring on it. They'd never find it. They'd never take it. Even if they opened the thermos, it would seem empty. It wouldn't rattle because of the ziplock insulating it from the other metal components. That was your perfect crime. Your only crime.

You were afraid of speaking aloud in case the police had bugged your house. They had no reason to suspect that you were involved, but you'd overheard some of the officers, their gossip. An older man, a younger woman. An enraged father. A staged scene. The idea circulated in your head over and over again until you almost started to believe it. Would Hotch kill your father to have easier access to you? Would he do it because your father was so absent? Had you, in some way, encouraged him to do it?

No, you thought, over and over. This was Aaron. Everything else aside, framing someone for the crime would mean that the real killer was still out there. And Aaron would not let that happen.

Your thoughts started to spin the other way, to your father, what the police had told you about his crimes. You'd tried hard to block it out, but some of the phrases they used were sticking.

Inadequate parenting, substitute child figure. Re-enactment. Failure. Punishment for failure.

You sighed, scrunching your eyes shut. You'd go for a walk to clear your head.

____

"Oh no," You heard a woman's voice say. "It looks like I dropped the mail I was carrying. I hope I'll be able to find it."

There was something decidedly odd about it, and you looked towards the source of the voice. A blonde woman in a bright outfit, walking some kind of small fluffy dog. She looked at you pointedly.

"I hope someone is able to find that mail. It would be a shame if it got lost."

You noticed a stack of envelopes on the ground, and rushed to pick them up. "Is this it?"

She walked towards you, a wide smile on her face. "You're even prettier than he said," She whispered as she took the envelopes from your hands, letting one drop to the ground, watching it fall.

She pretended not to notice, and thanked you again, walking the other direction with her dog. You picked up the envelope and tried to call out, but she put her headphones on.

You looked down at the paper, noticing that it wasn't an envelope at all, but a piece of paper roughly folded into quarters.

You tucked it into your pocket, ensuring nobody had seen your interaction. It seemed like nobody had, but then again, it wouldn't have looked particularly suspicious anyway. If it was intentional, you'd open it once you were somewhere private.

You walked until you were on the path that ran past the creek, a substantial distance into the woods. You took a seat on a mossy stump. It was slightly damp, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Your heart leapt into your throat. It was him. The spelling was odd, the lowercase strange, but it was him. The handwriting was also unusual, and you looked at it again. It seemed messy, like he'd written it in the dark. He also didn't seem the type to say 'I love you' so prolifically.

honey,

first things first, don't try this. it was risky enough as it is. now isn't the time to play spies, but if we did, i'd meet you in corinth. i needed to tell you that i love you. i wish you'd been a rose by any other name. stay safe. stay smart. god, there's so much i want to tell you. i'm okay. stay the course. take care of yourself. i love you, i love you, i love you. don't try and reach me. i know you're smart enough to get away with it. i know you know you're smart enough two. but don't risk it. burn this in a fiveplace

Fiveplace, you thought. Or maybe it just said fireplace. Then it clicked. You memorized the sequence you thought he'd been trying to communicate. You'd test your theory once you were home. When you looked down at your hands, you saw them shaking.

You didn't want to destroy the note, but you knew it was the most incriminating thing that either of you owned, now that you'd scrubbed yourselves of everything else.

Without letting yourself think twice, you tore it into three pieces and threw it into the creek, piece by piece.

You squeezed your eyes closed. Please, Aaron, please. I hope I read this right.

____

You walked home, trying to ease your mind. It was working until you arrived at the foot of your driveway and noticed a familiar car. Aaron's? It couldn't be.

While you tried to determine who was in the car, she stepped out of the driver's side and walked towards you. Another blonde woman. You recognized her though... From where?

"Do you know who I am?" She asked unsteadily.

You shook your head. "Is that...?"

"His car? It's actually both of ours. We bought it together."

A look of confusion must have come over your face, because all of a sudden, she was stepping closer, extending her hand for a handshake.

"I'm Haley. And I wanted to let you know that I told the police everything."

#aaron hotchner #i'm on fire #aaron hotchner/reader #aaron hotchner x reader #my writing #hotch x reader #criminal minds #hotch #dbf!hotch

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cursedvibes · 5 months

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Firstly, thanks for sharing the time period on JJK, it's really helpful. Also, do you mind if I ask a few things?

1.) In Hidden Inventory arc, is it a lie when it said Tengen need Amanai Riko? If it's yes, do they only want Riko to be dead?

2.) When Yuuji ate the finger for the first time, Sukuna is surprised cause he can supress him, did he already supect the connection to Kenjaku?

3.) "It's actually beyond thematically fitting that the antagonist (Kenjaku) who's been sneaking around in the shadows concocting his master plan for centuries got hit with the ultimate sneak move after letting his guard down and having fun for the first time in a thousand years." Do you agree with this statement? Is it true, that Kenjaku really don't suspect Takaba at all?

Sorry again, if my questions are kinda stupid, thanks if you want to answer....

Glad my timeline was helpful :) And your questions are very interesting, don't worry.

1.) Tengen does need Riko if she wants to keep her human appearance and consciousness. She can slow down her evolving process by using barrier techniques, but she can't fully stop it or reset it like what absorbing the Star Plasma Vessel would do. By that point Tengen seemed less invested in her survival/keeping her humanity than the last times the merger happened though, since when talking to Yuki she has a very "what happens happens" attitude towards it. If Riko had been successfully delivered to her, she would've likely merged, but since that didn't happen she only seemed interested in seeing how long she could hold on because especially when Gojo wasn't around anymore, it was pretty obvious that Kenjaku would eventually succeed in getting to her and absorbing her.

2.) I don't think so, at least not immediately after Yuuji ate the first finger. We don't know what kind of binding vow Kenjaku and Sukuna made, but Kenjaku likely promised Sukuna to see to his revival in a thousand years. When Yuuji started eating more fingers and was still able to suppress him is probably when Sukuna figured out what was up and he started coming up with the plan of swapping over to Megumi to be free. So by the time Yuuji died for the first time and he and Sukuna made their binding vow, Sukuna probably had a pretty big suspicion that Kenjaku was somehow involved in making Yuuji such a sturdy vessel.

3.) Eh, I wouldn't exactly call it the "ultimate sneak move", but the whole letting their guard down and that being their downfall/possible death is very appropriate. The scope isn't quite the same, I don't think you can compare this one plan to Kenjaku's entire life philosophy, but it is similar to what they did to Gojo for example. Except Gojo wasn't distracted for that long and in his case it relied more on shock than long-term personal investment. There is also much more of a connection there between Kenjaku, Geto and Gojo (everything from Geto's death onwards and even Kenjaku's history with the six eyes leading up to this) than between Kenjaku and Yuuta. Angel was the one who actually came up with the plan, but we still know very little about her and Kenjaku, just that she doesn't have a problem with them in general, but the merger with Tengen seems to go too far for her (at least I assume that's why she's helping the team take down Kenjaku). She isn't really much of a puppetmaster, she's far too direct and bloodthirsty for that usually. Still, she's at least a better counterpart to Kenjaku than Yuuta. I'd say compared to Gojo's sealing for example everything outside of Kenjaku and Takaba's connection feels very half-assed. Sure, it's "sneaky", but for a big thematic payoff I expect more. Again, Takaba's part about Kenjaku giving in to emotional vulnerability they tried to suppress seemingly their entire life is very well done, everything else not so much.

As for if Kenjaku suspected Takaba, they absolutely did. The moment he shows up Kenjaku knows that the protagonist team send him, they just can't understand why they chose him of all people and what his purpose is. They are also very aware what effect he has on them, both through his cursed technique and just general attitude. That didn't help though because in the end Kenjaku still got lost in the comedy show they were doing together. They were pushing back against it before, but while they were on stage is when they really gave into Takaba's spiel and got distracted. When asking Yuuta about the plan, Kenjaku also accepts what happened very quickly, since that was the suspicion they were having during the entire fight and they were proven right. Only that it happened after they already allowed themselves a moment of weakness.

While being beheaded Kenjaku figures out what went wrong. The wording in Japanese is ambiguous, there is no pronoun here, so it's hard to tell if Kenjaku says they didn't want the interruption or if Takaba did. Personally, I think it was a mix of both. Takaba's cursed technique cut Kenjaku's connection to their sensor curses (I assume he did that unconsciously to not be interrupted and because he wanted Kenjaku's full attention) and Kenjaku was too caught up in their show to notice. So Kenjaku did suspect Takaba had ulterior motives or was working for the protag team during the entire fight, but they had too much fun with him and that resulted in that moment of carelessness that was used against them.

#asks #kenjaku #jjk spoilers

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snapscube · 1 year

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You've probably gotten this question before but I don't know how I'd go looking for it so:

I know you're an expert on video capturing (and as a side note I always think your infodumps on the subject are really interesting, please feel free to use this ask as an excuse to give us more of your wisdom), so what would be your recommendation for a low to medium end capture card?

I've been interested in recording my VHS tapes into a digital format and I also want to try capturing gameplay on my Switch. I know about various devices from AverMedia and Elgato but I don't really know how to gauge which I should pick.

Elgato HD60X or HD60 S+ are definitely the way to go for game capture.

As for VHS capture, you're gonna need some extra equipment on top of a capture card. I've never done this exactly before so take my guidance on this front with a grain of salt, but if you're going for budget options and especially ease of use, I'd say just research "[analogue cable type] to HDMI converter" on your online store of choice. If I had to make an assumption you're going to want to look at composite converters, as those are generally the most common analogue cables lying around with pre-digital devices (they're the yellow, red, and white ones). At that point, it would hopefully be as simple as plugging your video player into the converter, then plugging that into a capture card. Again, this is purely in an "ease of use" scenario, I can't promise that would get you the best capture quality but if you're mainly looking for preservation then I assume this method would serve you well.

I'd encourage you to maybe look at some YouTube videos about VHS to digital conversion though and see if some who are more familiar with the needs of the format know anything better than I do!

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carlyyyyxbishhop · 3 months

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Love me like I haven't changed // Shayne Topp // 5

five // Kate

I had figured out that Tuesday's were the worst days. Previously, Sunday had been my least favourite. The fact that we had the whole weekend off, and then Sunday came around with the reminder that there was another week. But I was wrong.

Tuesday's were the days I had therapy. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I hated going to therapy. I mean hell, it was free. My mother decided to fund my self-help endeavour with the promise that I'd visit her again. But, I didn't like going in and drudging up the memories I had of Shayne, the ones I tried so hard to push away.

Charlie had told me the two sessions before that talking about Shayne might help me air out my grievances about what happened, because I still refused to talk about it. I just wasn't ready yet.

And so I sat, 6:00pm on a Tuesday night, waiting for the guy to stick his head out the door and usher me in.

I had decided that Charlie was a good guy, I mean you kind of have to be to do what he does. Charlie was inherently good though. He was kind and quiet and understanding. He also followed what I wanted to do in our sessions which worked well for me.

"Kate?" I looked toward him with a small smile and stood to follow him in.

"How are you Charlie?" I asked politely as I took my usual seat near the window.

"Good thanks, how about yourself?" He returned, taking his usual seat across from me. He picked up his notepad, scribbling something down which I assumed to be a date.

"Yeah I'm okay, I went back to work this week." He raised his eyebrows and glanced toward me.

"Really? That's great Kate." He smiled, taking notes.

"Yeah, everyone at work has been great I guess. No one's asking questions which I guess is because they think there's been a death in the family or something."

"Are you close with anyone at work?"

"Not really," I looked at the window to my right, watching the raindrops roll down it, "I used to have a few work friends but they moved on to other jobs over the years. I keep to myself a bit at work, I don't really talk about my life much."

"What about friends outside of work? You haven't mentioned anyone in our previous sessions." He poked. I mean I can't blame him, I haven't really told him all that much about my life currently, just stuff from 5 years ago.

"Yeah I had some friends, have.. had?," I spoke as more of a question than a statement, "We had lots of friends, as in Shayne and I. Mostly they were his friends that sort of adopted me. I mean, when I moved here I didn't really have anyone. And like.. I still talk to some of them when they reach out to me but I've sort of stopped reaching out now. I mean it kind of feels weird speaking to them knowing they're speaking to him too." I rambled.

Charlie looked up for a second while he was taking notes, "So you feel like they aren't your friends anymore?"

"I guess... I mean I was friends with some of them more than Shayne was. It just doesn't feel right to reach out now."

"So you didn't just lose your boyfriend, you lost your friends too." He offered, I nodded in response.

"Yeah I guess you could put it like that."

"So do you think that's the only thing keeping you from reaching out, the fact that you feel like they're his friends more than yours?" He prompted.

"I guess there's also the fear that he might have told them what happened between us. I mean, it wasn't all my fault but I still feel a bit guilty about everything that happened." I looked back to the window and let out a breath that I had been holding in.

"Do you think Shayne is the type of guy to tell his friends about what happened?"

"No... not really. He's good at keeping things to himself. I know he would have told his best friend and I know his best friend is good at being a neutral party in situations like this."

"Has this best friend reached out to you?" He asked, pencil in his mouth and concerned look on his face.

"Damien? Yeah he did. Right after we split up he came around to see me when he didn't hear from me for a few days. I told him I was fine though, I didn't really have much to say then because I was still so angry at Shayne."

"And so, Damien hasn't reached out since then?" I could understand his confusion, we were talking about a situation he still had no idea about.

"No he hasn't, I asked him not to for a while. I just figured Shayne would need him more than me." Charlie nodded in response.

"So who's there for you? Who's your Damien?" I looked toward the window again, holding back tears while I thought of a response to the question. There was no response.

"My mother I guess," I looked back toward Charlie, "I mean I haven't told her what happened, she just knows Shayne and I split and that it was particularly messy." He nodded again.

"Well the closer we get to what happened, the more I'll understand about the situation," He began, "How about you start us off where we left it last time." He smiled slightly, trying to diffuse from my obvious discomfort. I nodded in agreement.

"I actually brought the diary I was using at the time to prompt my memory," His smile widened at this.

"Oh that's great, you journal. Do you still journal?" I nodded.

"Yeah, pretty much every day."

"Great, I'll let you find the next page and we can begin." I smiled, picking up the small book and flicking through the pages of memories from 5 years ago.

#shayne topp #shayne x reader #smosh imagine #smosh shayne #smosh #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp imagines

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xskyll · 6 months

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Merry christmas if you celebrate!!💕

It took me a lil but here my promised questions for like comment romance:

1) While reading i was wondering indeed about Izukus "skillsets" ehem👀 like we know he had a previous relationship and theres some air of speculation around him and shouto cosplayers, in stark contrast to his future vision of barely getting to hold his so's hand... i did ask myself quite a bit about izukus innocence haha

2) do you have headcanons or perhaps a whole fic in mind of wedding shenanigans or the disaster of shinkami getting together?

3) Who throws Todoroki a hangover-eske bachelor party and why is it ochako?

4) was soba ever possessive of his catdaddy giving all his attention away? And how did banjo and kazooie warm up to their stepmom?

Please please feel free to throw in any extra tidbits as well, id love to learn🫶🙏

I do celebrate, thank you! Merry Christmas! 🎄🦌☃️

The first question made me laugh out loud. His skillsets. 😂 But okay! Let me tackle these one at a time! Sorry in advance, but I'll probably babble.

1. So. Izuku's skillsets are probably pretty average, lmao. Shouto was very smitten, though, that first time, so Ochako assumed he was some sort of sex god. But Shouto is only the second person Izuku has ever slept with, and the first guy, so it's not like he has a ton of experience. Concerning the Shouto cosplayers, he really did just take pictures with them and go on his merry way. They were probably very disappointed. ^^; He's a romantic, though, and I can't see him sleeping with someone casually. All that being said, despite his limited experience (he and his ex weren't together long), I imagine he is very veeery attentive and giving. With his first relationship, she and Izuku were each other's firsts. They met in college. She broke up with him after being pressured to by her friends, who thought she could do better than a quirkless guy who was also shorter than her. She had a hard time finding dates because of her height (fun fact: she was on the school's basketball team!). After they broke up, she quickly regretted her decision once she tried dating other guys. I imagine she had a weight in her stomach, telling her she messed up, but she tried to ignore it. I think she'll eventually meet other nice guys, but she'll never have a lover as attentive and caring as Izuku was in bed, lol. She learned to be more careful about taking unsolicited advice. For Shouto, this is perfect. His entire life, he craved love and affection, and now he has this person who absolutely showers him with both. Izuku is shy and nervous, so the fact that he gives so much of himself in bed, when he's arguably most vulnerable, is very important to Shouto. Unlike Izuku's ex, Shouto 100% understands what he has and doesn't take it for granted. I can't say I've thought of the *specifics* of their activities, but if I was going to assign them a kink, I'd probably say they both have their worship kink moments.

2. Lots of people requested a Shinkami sequel! I actually have no ideas. OTL I started writing a how-Hitoshi-and-Izuku-met prequel, actually, which probably very few people would have been interested in. I guess that's easier, because I had thought of their backstory already (I'm saying easy, but I only wrote three chapters before I stopped, so...). But as for Shinkami, I can't say I have many ideas as to how it would happen. I'm not even certain of POV. Hitoshi seems the obvious choice, to me, but Ochako's POV might be funnier. I briefly toyed with the idea of writing a wedding oneshot, for Izuku and Shouto. If I did, it would be in Bakugou's POV. So a very grumpy wedding! I did their wedding in my other fic, The Cupid Quirk, though, so for L, C, & R, I decided to just do the proposal. I didn't want to seem like I was writing the same thing, especially since the wedding in The Cupid Quirk is also told from an unconventional character's POV. The tone of L, C, & R is comedical, though, and part of me feels a Bakugou oneshot would be a little melancholy, since his feelings are so complex. At the end, Kirishima would drag him to the dance floor, though, and Bakugou would feel a little at peace with things. ShinKami would already be together at this point, but he and Kiri wouldn't, so Ochako and Kiri would still be roommates.

3. Lmao!!! Realistically, I think Yaoyorozu would stop her, since bachelor party duties would fall to her. Ochako would probably employ hijinks thoughout the night, though. Yaomomo plans for a nice restaurant, and Ochako gives the driver the address to a club. That sort of thing. And naturally something goes wrong—a wrong address maybe—and they get lost and in trouble. When Shouto finally returns home, he finds out for Izuku's bachelor party, Hitoshi took him to an arcade, then Denny's, and then finally took him home and they cooked an entire bag of tater tots, put them in a popcorn bowl, and watched a movie. Shouto is so exhausted and jealous, he buries himself in Izuku's chest and makes him hold him all night, lol.

4. I don't think Soba would be jealous! In my mind, most cats naturally like Izuku for one reason or another. He's very respectful of boundaries, due to his own bad experiences, and that applies to cats too. I think cats naturally feel very safe with him, Soba included. His chest is also a nice pillow. It probably does help though that Izuku likes to sleep on Shouto's right and Soba on the left. Izuku is also gullible, so Soba appreciates that he can sometimes trick him into giving him a second dinner after Shouto already fed him. Eventually they buy one of those "cat has been fed" boards.

As for Banjo and Kazooie, Ochako has a much harder time! It's not that they dislike her, but they miss Izuku, so there's a long sulking period. She feels like they're always disappointed to see her, because when she puts her key in the door, they think it's Izuku. Unlike Izuku, I don't think she's a natural with cats, but she won their affection eventually. It took a lot of treats, lol.

Thanks for the questions! I enjoyed answering these! I hope my answers were satisfying and not just rambling nonsense.

#from the ask box #tododeku #tddk #tdiz #like comment and romance

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dalchiid · 2 years

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 11

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,867

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 11 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Slight Angst, Feeling Anxious & Sick, Non-Con Touching

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Shortly after talking it out with Hyun-Woo he sends you off to get changed. You asked into what and he told you anything but your uniform. It's not like you had a lot of clothes outside of your work uniform. You had more pajamas than you did outside clothes but you manage to find something to wear. After that you head back to Hyun-Woo's room as he requested after you get changed. You find him with his hair dried and fluffy from the styling. He smiles at you and you don't know what to do in response but give an awkward smile back. He's sat on his bed you made up earlier and he pats the spot next to him as an invite for you to sit. You join him and wait for him to speak.

"How are you feeling," he asks softly.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm okay I guess."

"Any withdrawal effects I should know about?"

You shake your head. "Nothing so far."

He hums before a small frown overtakes his face. "You should have told me sooner, you know?"

You know he's right and you have no excuse for not doing so. You don't know why you covered for Hoseok so much. A man you now wonder what will be done about him.

"What's going to be done about Hoseok?"

A look of concern washes over Hyun-Woo. "Do you want something to be done? I can talk to my brothers about this."

You shake your head no vehemently. "I don't want your brothers to get involved. Please don't tell them anything."

Hyun-Woo frowns. "I can't do anything on my own regarding Hoseok unless I tell them two."

You bite your lip in worry. "But I don't want them to know. I'd rather nothing be done about Hoseok than have your brothers get involved. I don't want people knowing outside of us. About anything. That includes the withdrawal I'm going to be going through."

Hyun-Woo's lips part in small surprise. "Why do you continue to protect him?" He frowns. "You owe him nothing, Y/N."

You sigh. "I know I don't but this is more about me than it is him."

He mimics your sigh but says nothing. His arm comes up to wrap around your shoulders where he squeezes you to him. Though you know it's meant to be comforting you feel like it's more for his sake than it is yours.

He leans over to place a kiss to the side of your head before he pulls away and rests his hand over your own.

"Any plans for the day," he asks.

"Besides work? No."

He pouts. "I promise you'll love being free from work now that you're with me. You'll finally have time for yourself - for us. You won't regret it."

What's there to regret when it wasn't your decision in the first place? You almost voice this out loud but you keep it to yourself. You've decided today that you want to keep the peace as much as possible. At least for these two days. You needed the support and so wanted to play nice.

"What do you usually enjoy doing? Besides work."

His question catches you off guard for a moment. What did you enjoy?

"Um," you start before shrugging. "I guess watching videos. I watch videos of others having fun and that usually does it for me."

Hyun-Woo gives a pained expression. "That's no way to live, Y/N."

"Well what else am I supposed to do?" You genuinely want to know.

His hand comes up to rub the back of your neck. "As much as watching someone do something "does it" for you, as you say, you should do whatever it is the person is doing as well for yourself. See if you like it."

You grunt as he continues to massage you.

"So, what kind of videos do you watch?"

"Um, Let's Play videos."

He looks at you questioningly.

Your hands worry between each other as you go to explain. "They're videos of people playing video games from start to finish. I like to watch those."

Hyun-Woo gives you a look like he's trying to understand but is failing.

"So you like video games?"

"I've never played them so I just watch others do it."

He gives an appalled look your way. "So you watch others play video games but you've never played any? Y/N we need to fix that. Yes, let's start from there. I'm sure Hyun-Sik has one of his video game devices around we can use." He goes to stand. "It should be in the play room."

You don't move from your spot. You feel a little embarrassed from admitting all of this stuff to him. When he questions you what's wrong you tell him so.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sure all you've ever known is work. What with you having been working for mother and father first then us correct?"

You shrug. "I guess so? To be honest I didn't keep track of who I was working for. I just worked. That's all I've ever known. Besides that I remember having a bit of an education from before by Miss Eloise but it was just the basics."

"So you're telling me you had no childhood," he says it in a matter of fact way.

You shrug again.

Hyun-Woo sighs. "We can rectify that. Come." He outstretches his hand for you to take. "Let's go to the play room and see what there is to do."

You grab his hand and he helps pull you up. After standing though you try to release his hand but he refuses to let go of yours. You think of shaking him off but he laces your fingers together with a smile and so you relent. Your hand feels small in his. His hands are definitely bigger than Hoseok's but just as smooth. Proof yet again that Lords have little to do when it comes to hard work. The most you've seen Hyun-Woo have when it comes to calluses is a small bump on his middle finger from squeezing his pen so hard when he writes and he loves to write.

He leads you out of his room and through the halls - making your way downstairs until he takes off towards the left and further down the hall. You pass a few rooms until you reach two wooden sliding doors. They are closed until Hyun-Woo touches them and in it is revealed to be a game room. You've never had to clean in here so you never had a chance to look around so now that you're here it's with wonder do you stare.

Hyun-Woo looks at you with a proud smile as he shows off everything around. From a pool table to a large TV that takes up one wall, games lining either side and several consoles in the entertainment center beneath. You look over to the other side and see rows of monitors and PCs set up - chroma keyboards and mouse lit up showing a series of colors. The walls are lined with framed posters for different video games. Some you're familiar with from the Let's Players you watch.

"Wow," you say mildly impressed. "You have everything set up in here."

"To be fair this is mostly Hyun-Sik's doing. So all the credit goes to him."

You hum in response as you lead Hyun-Woo towards the consoles. You look over the games to see if any of them catch your attention. Some are sports games and others a variety from shooter to horror and adventure. You pick one out in particular and stare at the cover. The hues of blue draw you in as you stare at the pair in the image. A father and son which you know because one of your favorite content creators played through this game.

Hyun-Woo leans over you to stare at the game cover and hums. "Does it pique your interest?"

You hum. "A little. I've seen a playthrough of it though."

You place the game back in its slot. You find another and can't tell if it's horror or not. It has a vampire on the cover and you look up at Hyun-Woo.

"Vampire games?"

He looks at you questioningly.

"I just thought it's interesting a group of vampires would have a game about them."

He shrugs. "It's probably inaccurate as hell but who cares? It might be interesting to see what separates fiction from reality."

You nod. "True."

"Why don't you try it out?"

You bite your lip as you think about it. "What about you? What will you be doing?"

"I have nothing scheduled for the day so I'll spend it with you."

Your brows furrow at this. Not that you'd hate to be around Hyun-Woo right now but when you look at the back of the game you see it says it's only for one player.

"But it's only for one player to play. We can get something else."

Hyun-Woo shakes his head vehemently. "No I want you to play. I'm content with just watching you."

You want to say how that doesn't sound creepy but you can't quite get the words out.

Hyun-Woo let's go of your hand to go sit on the couch placed before the flat screen TV. You look for the console that is required for the game and hook it up. You only know what to do because of watching so many people do it online. You never thought you'd be able to play on one of these consoles ever in your life so it's both fun and slightly intimidating to you. You don't want to accidentally break anything.

After everything is set up you grab a wireless controller from off the controller rack and sit down by Hyun-Woo as he turns on the TV with the remote. His arm comes to rest behind you forever keeping you in his embrace but you try your best to ignore it.

Time begins to fly past by as you play the game. You find it to be fun and hum whenever Hyun-Woo points out inaccuracies in the game.

"We don't do that" or "That's impossible." Sometimes you laugh a little when he scrunches his nose in distaste at the idea of his vampire life being anything like the video game character's. "If I were turned and had to hear my creator's thoughts all the time I'd end myself." And then a thought strikes you.

"Vampires can turn people right?"

He looks at you and nods. "Only some."

You make a questioning sound. "What do you mean only some? I thought all vampires can change people."

"My little Dove if we all could change people I would have been changed you."

His look is deep and serious. It sends an involuntary shiver up your spine but he doesn't react to it. You're starting to feel uncomfortable so you try to steer the conversation towards a different direction.

"There are changed vampires so who changes them? So many of us are fed upon but nothing happens?"

Hyun-Woo turns in his seat to face you his arm still resting on the backrest of the couch. "Only certain vampires within a clan can. Hyun-Sik for instance. He can change humans into vampires."

Your eyes widen by the slightest bit. Master Hyun-Sik can?

"Oh wow I didn't know that."

He nods. "It's a special ability he isn't fond of having. He's worried one day he'll slip and accidentally turn someone."

You remember he once fed from you. You can't imagine what it would have been like if he had accidentally turned you into a vampire. Your mind can barely wrap around it and can barely wrap around how stressed he might be if he had done that to you.

You shake your head. "I can only imagine how stressful that must be."

"He has a lot of self control. You have to when it comes to that but I have faith in him. He's turned someone once and that's how we found out. He's never forgiven himself for it but deep down I know he knows it wasn't on purpose."

You hum before looking back at the TV. You wonder what life would be like as a vampire. To have to sustain yourself with blood. You'd still be able to eat regularly but you would still need to drink blood, experience a frenzy. To switch your schedule around so that you're up for most of the night than you are the day. Would your saliva be like Hoseok's or not because you're a turned vampire and not born? Then again you learned even born vampires' saliva are all different too.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You turn to Hyun-Woo with a questioning look.

"You zoned out. You're not even playing the game." He points to the screen before looking back at you.

"O-oh it's nothing. Nothing to worry about." You grip the controller before making the character move again.

Hyun-Woo doesn't question you anymore as you continue to play. The two of you watching as the character teleports from place to place as you make him move around. There is a ragtag group of characters you suddenly have to fight and you do so. At first you were all over the place and unsure of what to do but when you played more of the game you got better at it. So it isn't a surprise when you handle the enemies with swift movements you can't help but be envious of.

You're deep into the gameplay when you feel something slither around the back of your neck. It's Hyun-Woo's hand and you fight the chill you feel when it begins to massage you. His fingers are soft but the touch is firm. You grow a little tense in his hold.

"Relax, Y/N."

Your grip on the controller tightens. How can you relax like this? Especially now as he moves in closer so that his body rests against your own. You clear your throat in discomfort as his lips find the side of your head. He kisses you softly before placing another and another. He sighs against you before parting his lips to speak.

"I've waited so long for this."

Your entire body is stiff but it doesn't stop him from continuously trying to massage your neck. A wave of nausea hits you and it hits you hard. His presence like this isn't helping and it's then you press your hand against your chest as if it would stop the bile that wants to rise.

Hyun-Woo seems to notice finally that something is wrong because he pulls back and watches you clench your eyes shut as you release a shaky breath.

"What's wrong, Dove?"

You you want to say but you're afraid that if you open your mouth you're going to throw up. The feeling is strong and now you wonder if it had anything to do with Hyun-Woo at all as he separates from you.

His hand comes to your face to direct you towards his own. You're glad your eyes are shut because you feel dizzy and don't think you would have been able to handle the rough movement. He stares at you for a solid minute before a sharp tsk escapes him.

"It's starting."

You open your eyes to question him. "What?"

"I think the withdrawal effects are starting."

So soon? You couldn't believe that - didn't want to believe that.

You shake your head. "Maybe it's because I haven't eaten yet. I just need something to eat."

Hyun-Woo hums as he thinks about it. "Maybe. We can get something to eat. Do you want something from the kitchen or do you want to order food?"

You shrug. "Whatever is fine."

He sighs but has you pause the game so he can help you lie down on the couch.

"Stay here like this. I'll be back."

You can barely make a hum in acknowledgement his way, instead choosing to close your eyes again as he leaves.

Despite feeling nauseous you're kind of glad because it stopped whatever it was Hyun-Woo was trying to do. You nearly shake with nerves at the idea of him touching you like that. Talking softly to you as he placed little kisses on you like one would do to a lover. Discomfort coats you as you can practically feel his kisses again. It makes your stomach turn and the nausea worsen.

You're alone like this for a few minutes until you hear the shuffling of feet coming your way. You wish something would have gotten in Hyun-Woo's way to prevent him from coming back to you so soon but no. The sound draws closer until they stop before the open doorway and hesitate to come in. You look up and see not Hyun-Woo but Lord Jungkook standing before you. His eyes widen a fraction as surprise overtakes his features before they turn into a scowl then something indifferent. He stands at the doorway almost unsure if he should go in.

What's he doing here, you think then you remember you're in the game room. Maybe he wanted to play something.

You go to sit up and almost regret it. The nausea still coursing through your system. You place a hand on your mouth as you close your eyes for a moment.

It's silent between you two until you hear his dulcet voice.

"Are you sick?"

Your eyes open to see a look that slightly resembles disgust coating his features.

You frown. "A little, but don't worry it's not contagious," you grumble.

He huffs.

You look him over to see he's dressed well with a sleeveless turtleneck and pin-striped slacks. A chain adorns the one side of his hip and it juts out as he rests his weight on one leg. You watch as his arms cross as he looks you over as well.

"You're welcome to come in, you know," you say. "Unless it's the TV you want and I'm hogging it up. In that case I'm sorry." You mean it sincerely but you make no move to turn the game off due to your nausea.

Jungkook looks takenaback for some reason but the look comes and goes easily and he's back to that indifferent look.

He clears his throat before jutting his chin towards the section filled with PCs. "I was here for that."

You nod slowly. "By all means. Just pretend that I'm not here." You go to lie back down and rest your head against one of the couch pillows.

You can tell the Lord is hesitating still by the door. There's no movement from him. He's like this for a bit more before he moves in closer to you. You look up to see him looking at your pitiful form. He suddenly looks like he wants to say something but is interrupted by Hyun-Woo.

"We can order something but I brought this for now." He acknowledges Jungkook with a look but it's not a happy one.

You suspect both vampires sensed each other's presence already and that Hyun-Woo was just waiting for the right moment to interrupt the two of you. Now you'll never know what the younger Lord wanted to say as he stalks off towards one of the PC setups.

Hyun-Woo joins you on the couch with a plate of crackers and cheese. "Have this for now until the food gets here." He pulls his phone out. "What would you like?"

You shrug your shoulders as you take a bite of a cracker. "Anything really I guess."

He huffs. "Be more specific."

"I don't really know what's out there."

"Right."

He seems to have forgotten you have no experience with the outside world like that. You've never ordered food so what would you know?

He looks through the restaurants on his phone until he settles on one. "You might like this," he says and has you choose from the menu. After you choose you settle back into the couch as you munch on the things he gave you. Mostly the crackers as they somewhat stave off the nausea.

His hand comes to rest on your leg where he rubs it gently with his thumb. You curl into yourself and hope he takes that as a hint to stop but he continues. Your sigh is audible and neither Hyun-Woo nor Jungkook acknowledge it. Speaking of the young Lord.

You can hear the way he types something in before clicking a few times. After that the clicks are sporadic as he does whatever it is he's doing. For some reason or another the sound is comforting. Maybe because it means you're not alone with Hyun-Woo. Hyun-Woo who continues to rub your leg in a comforting gesture. Hyun-Woo whose trust you no longer hold in after recent events. But Hyun-Woo who said he'd help you through your withdrawal... You were in a conundrum.

You lie there for a little longer until the nausea subsides a little and you're able to sit up. Once you do you realize you're a little dizzy but not bad enough to lie down again. A little sweat clings to you and you wonder when it was that you started to sweat. You try to ignore it - ignore the fact that it started to begin. You knew it would happen but you didn't think it would be this early. You sigh as you settle back into place and grab the controller. You guess you'll just entertain yourself until you feel better.

"Are you sure you're okay to be sitting and playing, Dove?"

Honestly no but you voice the opposite. "I'm okay for now."

He hums but says nothing more as he sits closer to you to wrap an arm around your body.

It's like this for a little while until you hear him sniff. He does it a few times before he leans in towards you.

You turn your head and give him a weird look. "Can you not do that?"

He looks up at you in mild surprise before sniffing once more and pulling away with a frown on his face. "Sorry it's just your smell."

"What about it?"

Hyun-Woo shakes his head. "It's just you smell different. Only a little bit though, but enough to notice the change."

Your hand comes up to your neck. "Is it bad?"

"No, no it's just," he starts but frowns again. "You don't smell like yourself."

"Is it maybe because of the," you trail off.

Hyun-Woo doesn't pick up on what you mean before you look Jungkook's way and back to him. The young vampire is minding his own business on the computer - headphones over his ears. You're sure he can't hear you but you still don't want to talk about the withdrawal you're experiencing around him.

It takes Hyun-Woo a second more before he realizes what you mean.

"Maybe? I've never been around someone with your issue. I've heard about it but that's all."

"Oh." You unintentionally make yourself small before him.

His hand comes to rest on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's not a bad smell by the way. It's actually really sweet and enticing in a way."

"What do you mean by enticing?" Worry coats your words.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. Something sweet you'd might want but know you can't have. What that is you can't have I don't know. It's too faint to tell right now."

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Even though he said it's faint his words brought little comfort to you.

Oblivious to your nervousness Hyun-Woo pulls out his phone and sees your food is about to arrive. He tells you he'll be back and leaves you and Jungkook alone in the room.

It's just silence save for the game you're playing and the clicking from Jungkook. You look back at him to see he's absorbed into whatever it is he may be playing. His doe eyes even wider and his lips parted as he stares into the monitor. You suspect he's playing something fun if it has his attention like that.

You smile before turning back around to continue the game until you hear it.

"Flowers."

You questioningly hum in Jungkook's direction.

"You smell like fresh flowers on a rainy day. That's what you smell like to me."

"O-oh." You don't know how to take that. "So you overheard us talking."

He nods while he licks his lips. "It's not a bad smell and I get what he meant by enticing, but like he said it's faint. You have nothing to worry about."

This is the first time he's talked to you so casually. When you realize this a blush forms on your cheeks and ears. It's the first time he doesn't look at you like you're a nuisance too.

You hum. "Thank you, I guess. For the reassurance I mean, Lord Jungkook."

He nods and bites his lip. It looks like he wants to ask you something more but he hesitates. His brows furrow as he thinks on whatever it is before his lips part to speak.

"You smelled a little fruity - sultry- before. Like vanilla plum. What did you do to change it?" He looks genuinely confused.

Your heart skips a beat and you know he can hear it.

"Um," you start. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

You shake your head though you know perfectly well that you're lying and you also know that he knows.

"Curious," he says.

You give an awkward smile before turning back to face the TV. You hope he doesn't question you further on it.

Another minute passes by before Hyun-Woo comes back with a bag. In it he shows are containers filled with food and two drinks in a carrier in the other hand. It smells delicious and it does little to affect your nausea. He pulls out your dish which is a linguine alfredo noodle with chicken and your drink a refreshing peach iced tea. Hyun-Woo grabbed something similar to yours and you both begin to dig in. By your fourth forkful do you turn to Jungkook and give him a questioning look.

"Lord Jungkook," you call out to him.

Though he still continues to do what he does on the PC - flashes of color coming from the monitor painting his face - he gives you a once over at the call of his name.

"Would you like some, Lord Jungkook?"

He looks back over to you and seems to sniff the air a little. He looks interested but then his face morphs into one of indifference.

"I'm waiting for dinner."

You hum in acknowledgement. "Okay then."

He doesn't say anything more as he continues to stare at the screen before him with his lips apart. You go back to your food and after another forkful you feel yourself slowing down. Nausea boils deep within you and you have to stop before you swallow your food down.

"Are you okay?"

You look up at Hyun-Woo before making the decision to swallow your food down. It's hard at first but you manage without needing to throw it all up.

"Nauseous," you say.

Hyun-Woo hums as he swallows his own bit of food. "Are you going to stop eating?"

"I just might have to." You grab the cover for your food and place it over the dish. "I don't think I can handle another bite."

"That's okay. At least you got some food in your system."

You can't even bring yourself to answer him choosing instead to put your stuff away before taking a tentative sip of your drink. It's cool as it runs down your throat and the taste helps ease the nausea a bit. You take another sip before you settle into your spot more comfortably with the controller on your lap. Your head leans back to rest on the couch and your neck is bare for Hyun-Woo to see. You hear a disgruntled noise leave him and you look over to see he has an irritated look on his face.

"What?"

"Looking at your neck from this angle really isn't doing it for me."

You give him a questioning look before it dawns on you.

You sigh as you try to straighten up in your seat. "What's done is done. I can't do anything about it until they heal."

Hyun-Woo gives an irritated sigh before putting his food away in silence.

He knows you're right. You can't do much about the bruises. You could ask Sunmi to help you cover them again but you doubt the makeup will stay on for long because of how much you've been sweating. No doubt another sign of your withdrawal effects kicking in.

Hyun-Woo doesn't say anything more but his frown is apparent. He sighs before gathering both of your food and placing them back inside the bag.

"I'm going to put these in the fridge. Need anything?" Despite being clearly irritated he's still checking in with you.

"Just something for nausea, if anything."

He nods his head before looking Jungkook's way and back to you. He stands there for a minute as if debating something but he chooses to leave then without a word.

You're alone yet again with Jungkook but he doesn't seem interested in having another conversation with you. He's silent this time as you go back to your game. You watch as the vampire on screen dashes through the night city as you go to your next objective. Despite the nausea it's nice like this. Just you and another person taking in what's before you and letting all else fall to silence. You don't think you could ever have that with Hyun-Woo seeing as he expects more from you now. Even earlier before the nausea hit, there were moments where you smiled in his presence but he would go and ruin it when he tried to draw closer to you. You sigh at the memory because just thinking about it makes you uncomfortable.

You want to draw a line somewhere but the question is will he be okay with that? You highly doubt it unless it depended on what type of line was being drawn. He said he would wait for you he just wouldn't wait when it came to him and his own affections. That was true, right? So if you expressed discomfort to some degree you're sure he can't or at least you hoped he wouldn't have anything to say about it. He couldn't. Shouldn't.

It takes a couple more minutes before Hyun-Woo arrives with a pill bottle. You figure it's nausea medication for you so you outstretch your hand when he pops two of them out of the bottle.

"Takes these. It should help with the nausea a little."

You hum as you take them and swallow them down with your drink.

Hyun-Woo watches you as you do so and when you're done he helps place your drink back down on the floor along with the pill bottle. He sits by your side again and places his arm back on the backrest of the couch. His hand comes to rub the back of your neck and you grow tense just like before.

"You need to relax, Y/N," he says. It's not in irritation or anything. He says it in a genuinely concerned manner.

You sigh as you try to shrug him off. "It's just I don't feel like being touched."

His movements stop before he removes his hand. It's silent between you two and for you it feels like a tense silence. He doesn't say anything leaving you unnerved until he speaks.

"Can I at least kiss you?"

You don't say a word. Too afraid of how your voice might shake. The answer was no. Of course it was no but would he accept it?

You give a long drawn out sigh as you go to scratch your face. It's clearly done in discomfort and Hyun-Woo is quick to catch on to it.

"Remember what I said Y/N."

You look at him in question and discomfort.

"I said I would wait for you but not when it comes to expressing myself to you."

You give your nth sigh before pausing the game. "But you said you'll wait for me. I'm not ready for that Hyun-Woo." Your voice is soft as you deal the blow.

Hyun-Woo mirrors your sigh with one of his own. "Don't give me that." His words are terse.

"But this is how I feel."

"And you expect me to stop showering you with affection because of how you feel?"

Your lips part as your eyes water. "If it makes me feel uncomfortable then yes. If it were the other way around you'd feel the same way."

"Well it's not the other way around now is it?" He looks away from you and towards the TV.

He zones out as his eyes focus on nothing in particular. Your heart is hammering fast and hard in your chest as he grows silent before you. It was like talking to a wall. Why couldn't he understand you? Was he purposely trying not to? Your heart hurts at how he dismisses you. This wasn't your Hyun-Woo. Who was he and why was he doing this to you?

"Hyun-Woo," you sniffle.

He doesn't look your way choosing instead to look off in the other direction.

"Hyun-Woo, please," you plead again.

His head slowly turns to face you. His attitude reeks of indifference and you don't like it. You may be use to it with Jungkook but not him. Not Hyun-Woo. Speaking of the young Lord.

You look back at him to see he's still focused on the monitor but his mouth is no longer agape and his eyes are no longer wide with wonder. You suspect he's hearing everything and it's making you feel uncomfortable.

You look back to Hyun-Woo who continues to stare at you indifferently though there's a slight twitch to his brow when your eyes are drawn back to him. Like he was growing irritated with you.

"Y/N," he starts.

Your ears perk up at the sound of his voice.

"How do you expect me to treat you as a lover when you want nothing of it?"

Your lips part and begin to open and close in confusion. Lover? The two of you were far from that but he's put it in his head that you are. You shake your head softly but he continues to speak.

"You let him put his hands all over you but I can't have what rightfully belongs to me?"

You know who he means by him and you wish he wouldn't bring him up.

"Hyun-Woo that's not fair. What happened between us," your voice grows lower as if it would stop Jungkook from hearing. "Was a mistake and a thing of the past."

"And yet you continue to parade around his marks on you."

"That's not fair, Hyun-Woo. Please that's not fair."

His teeth clench as he flexes his jaw. You wish he wouldn't do this. Not ever but especially not in front of the brother of Jung Hoseok. You could feel shame and embarrassment coat your insides and outsides. Feel the blush threaten to overtake your face and neck. He doesn't seem to care though as he exhales deeply and rolls his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

He turns away from you and stews in his anger and silence. It makes you feel all the more uncomfortable knowing you drew his ire from him. You wish things were the way they were before Hoseok came into the picture. You wouldn't be here now feeling withdrawals and dealing with your Master's anger. Your sweat grows all the more irritating to deal with and your nausea doesn't seem like it wants to subside. Your head is starting to pound as well as a headache steadily grows within you. You bring a hand up to your temple where you massage it. The feeling hurts though as you feel something akin to a shock course through your fingers. You jump and look at your hand before running the fingers from your other hand over them. Your skin is sensitive to the touch and it feel like pins and needles are making their way beneath your flesh. Wasn't that one of the other symptoms you had to look out for? You feel like crying but don't want to. You didn't want to make your situation worse.

You don't notice how Hyun-Woo watches you and a look of mild concern overtakes his features. Despite being angry with you he voices himself out loud.

"What are you feeling?"

You look up at him despite feeling a bit dizzy.

"Um, besides the nausea I have a headache and my skin feels sensitive. Like I have pins and needles coursing beneath it."

He hums as he goes to face you completely. His hand comes up to gently cup your face. You wish he wouldn't but know he's doing this for himself more than he is for you. He leans in a little before placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.

"It's starting to pick up the pace isn't it?" His words are mumbled into your skin.

You get what he means and can't help but to agree with him. You nod your head a little.

"I don't know what to do now." You feel like crying but do your best to hold it in.

Hyun-Woo sighs as he brings your head into his chest as he embraces you. "I'll call the doctors so that they'll be in by tonight to look you over. Okay?"

You nod your head again as you turn it to the side. From over his arm you see Jungkook looking at you. You can't tell what he's thinking and are nervous to find out what he might be if he were to voice his thoughts out loud. You're also nervous of him finding out more about your situation and even more so if he were to report them to Hoseok. You don't think he would because he doesn't know about your relationship with his brother unlike Seokjin. You just hope he has enough sense to not talk about what he's seeing here and that Hyun-Woo doesn't say a word to his brothers either.

You're in a situation you wish others to never be in. So much stress is pooling over you and it's making the headache worse. You're afraid what you might experience next and hope to any god that may be listening that it isn't anything too bad. You know what you read in that interview and know you should be expecting worse but you hope that you're a rare case that experiences the milder effects instead.

Hyun-Woo's hand that rubs your back gently hurts as the pins and needles courses through your flesh. You give a pained sound and he stops at the noise. You push up against his chest but he gives you little breathing room.

"Hurts," you say though the word comes out hushed.

"I know, Dove. I know."

Hyun-Woo kisses your forehead again before leading his lips down to your cheek where he places a kiss there too. And again he moves until he places a kiss at the corner of your lips.

Your eyes water from overstimulation and from Hyun-Woo's love. It's too much for you right now and you wish you could just end it all right here right now. You're sure he could really care less about your plight and more about the fact that he finally has his hands on you and you can barely fight him off. You're feeling too many things right now and he's enjoying it because he has a reason to be with you - to take care of you.

You try to push away from him but it's not working so you settle against him as he continues to embrace you. His kisses are unrelenting as he places each one around the crown of your head and you shiver from his touch.

"Hyun-Woo I don't feel so good."

He pulls back a little to stare at your face. "Tell me what you're feeling, Dove."

You can feel a bead of sweat make it's way down your forehead - your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably.

"Dove talk to me."

You have chills running up and down your body and the stress is triggering your nausea to run rampant in your body. You try to push off of him as you try to stand up but you slip back into his hold.

"Y/N speak to me. You have to tell me what's wrong." His tone sounds worried as you try and fight against him.

"I don't - I don't feel so g-good."

You chalk it up to the stress adding on to the withdrawal but something doesn't feel right. You push against Hyun-Woo with all your might this time and you get out of his hold but before you can do anything else everything falls black and you're conscious no longer.

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