#i'm feeling rusty and writing with a headache but!

[noisynaia]

𝑀𝑈𝐹𝐹𝐼𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐽𝐴𝑀

Written for the lovely @pedrostories Secret Santa event 2023

My dear giftee is @katiexpunk, hope you like it! 💕

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader 

word count: 3.2k 

summury: You moved into your new house six months ago, and you love your new home. It is spacious and has a lovely little garden, and it also just so happens to include the hottest single dad with the sweetest little girl you’ve ever met as your new neighbors. Over the months you have gotten to know them more and more. Little Sarah has fallen head over heels for your labradoodle Sofie and often comes over to play with her in your garden, and as you have gotten to know him more and more, you have fallen head over heels for her father, Joel.

note: Pre/no outbreak. Next door neighbors. Fluff. Baking. This is the first fic i've written in seven months, so sorry for being super duper rusty. English isn't my native language. This was supposed to be something completely different, but my laptop broke, (the 'screen part' literally just fell off?!) so I didn't have near as much time for this as I would have preferred, so sorry if this seemed rushed (it sadly was). But nonetheless, happy holidays ya'll! I'm so happy to be back, and aiming to write much more again in the new year ♥︎

Joel stands in the kitchen, staring hopelessly at the empty sugar canister while cursing under his breath, feeling the dull pressure behind his eyes and nasal cavity which usually indicates an incoming tension headache. He had been sure that it was full, but no, it’s as empty as his hope for successfully making these damn muffins. The curse words escape his lips like a symphony of frustration, echoing off the empty walls of the kitchen. Joel can feel the frustration sinking into his bones. 

He had promised Sarah that he would bake muffins for her school function, despite not being a very good nor patient baker. But he would do anything to make his little girl happy. He had thought that they could bake them together, that it would be a fun father-daughter activity, but work and chores and Sarah’s soccer practice and honestly just life in general had gotten in the way of those plans. 

So now he stands here, the night before Sarah needs the muffins, without one of the most essential ingredients. It’s late, way past Sarah’s bedtime, who is sleeping soundly in her room.  Joel would  have to wake her up and take her with him if he’s going out to buy more sugar. But he really doesn’t want to wake her, she needs her sleep, but there is also no way in hell he’s leaving her alone while he runs to the store even if she’s just sleeping. 

As he stands here contemplating his options, you appear in his mind. You do that frighteningly often these days, and deep down he knows exactly why, but he has to suppress it. He is too busy, and too grown, to go around getting crushes on pretty women with cute dogs who move into houses next door to him, and who is always so sweet and funny, and who is so sweet and nice to his daughter, and…. No. He has to stop this. He shouldn’t think about you like this. 

He is mature enough to admit to himself that he is attracted to you, very attracted to you, but admitting to the feelings he has caught is a whole other can of worms, which he is not going to even attempt to look into. He is a single dad to a six year old, focused on taking care of his daughter and providing for her needs.

But in this moment, as he stands in the kitchen with an empty sugar canister mocking him, he feels a tug in his heart, a desperate need for help. He reluctantly gives in to the idea that perhaps you might have some sugar to spare… 

It would be nice to see you, but he also really doesn’t want to disturb you, and something about knocking at your door this late at night gives him a funny feeling in his stomach. 

Joel shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he focuses on the task at hand. He glances at the clock on the wall, realizing that time is slipping away. With a sigh, he reluctantly decides that he has no choice but to go next door and ask you for some sugar.

As he walks across the lawn and up to your front door, Joel can feel his heart racing. Why does he feel so nervous about such a simple request? He hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether he should knock or just turn around and forget about the whole thing. But the thought of disappointing Sarah and ruining her school event pushes him forward.  He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, attempting to calm his racing thoughts.

Shortly after, the door swings open, and there you are, standing with a warm smile on your face. Your eyes light up as you see Joel, and Sofie, your adorable dog happily greets him as well. Joel can’t help but feel his heartbeat quicken even more at the sight of you.

“Hi,“ you smile at him. “What brings you here at this hour?” you ask curiously.

Joel awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his nerves getting the best of him. “I hate to bother you, but I’m in a bit of a jam. I promised Sarah I would bake muffins for a thing at her school tomorrow, but I ran out of sugar. Do you, by any chance, have some to spare?" 

Your smile widens, and you tilt your head slightly. “Of course, I’d be happy to help you out. Come on in, I’ll grab it for you.”

Joel breathes a sigh of relief as you invite him inside. He steps into your warm and inviting home, noticing the pleasant aroma from what he guess must be a scented candle or something of the sort. It feels comforting and familiar, contrasting with the chaos and frustration that he left behind in his own kitchen.

He follows you into your kitchen, taking in the sight of the cozy space. The countertops are clutter-free, and a few potted herbs sit on the windowsill, basking in the moonlight. It’s a stark contrast to his own kitchen, which is always a whirlwind of activity and unfinished tasks.

As you retrieve the sugar from your well-stocked pantry, Joel can’t help but admire the ease with which you move around the kitchen. Your familiarity with the tools and ingredients is evident, invoking a sense of calm in him. He wonders how you manage to maintain such a serene environment amidst the chaos of daily life.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Joel finally musters the courage to ask, “How do you do it? How do you manage to keep everything so neat?”

You pause for a moment, a kind smile on your face as you hand Joel the sugar. “Well, for starters, I don’t have a kid," you chuckle, “and I guess it’s just about priorities, and since I work from home, I find that having a clean and organized space helps me stay focused and reduces unnecessary stress.”

Joel nods at your answer. He can’t help but admire how put-together you seem, both in your home and in your life. It’s something he strives for but often falls short of, with the chaos that comes with being a single parent. 

“You’re doing really well by the way,” you smile at him, interrupting his thoughts, as if you can sense his doubts. “Sarah is really lucky to have you.” Joel’s cheeks flush at your compliment, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He never believed he was doing enough for Sarah, constantly doubting himself as a parent. But your words validate his efforts and provide a much-needed boost of confidence. “Thank you,” he says softly, a mixture of appreciation and relief lacing his voice. “I always worry that I’m not doing enough, that…” he pauses. 

Your expression is filled with understanding. “I can’t talk from experience, but I know that parenting is never easy. But trust me, Joel, Sarah knows how much you love her and how much you’re doing for her. And I think you are doing a wonderful job,” Joel’s eyes meet yours, and he sees genuine sincerity reflected in them. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, the burden of his self-imposed expectations slowly dissipating. You speak with such warmth and wisdom, Joel’s heart swells with gratitude for your presence in his life. He never imagined that a simple request for sugar would lead to such a meaningful conversation. 

“Thank you,” Joel says, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

 You smile warmly at him, reaching out to gently squeeze his arm. “Joel, you’re a great dad. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” As Joel thanks you once again, he can’t help but feel a warmth spreading throughout his heart. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in a long time, and it fills him with a sense of hope and possibility. Before he leaves, Joel can’t help but ask, “Would you wanna come over for dinner sometime? I am a much better cook than baker and Sarah has begged me to have you and Sofie over and visit.” 

You smile and nod, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “I would love that, Joel.” 

Joel feels a surge of warmth, at your smile. Thanking you again he turns to leave, sugar in hand, he musters up the courage to say one last thing. “I’m happy that it was you who moved in next to us.  It’s been nice getting to know you and having you around.”

You smile warmly, your eyes twinkling, and an almost bashful expression on your face which catches Joel a little off guard. “Likewise, Joel. I’m always here if you need anything, whether it’s sugar or just someone to talk to.” you add the last part with a teasing smile, but the sincerity in your words are clear. 

“I really appreciate that,” Joel says, his voice filled with sincerity. 

“And just so you know…” you give him a bashful smile.“That includes help with baking muffins.”  

Joel feels how his stomach does a flip as he understands what you’re saying. “Would you like to help me bake some muffins?”  

“I’d love to,” you say happily, your smile growing and Joel can’t help but feel a sense of excitement through his body. “I’ll be over at yours in ten, how’d that sound?” you ask. 

Joel’s heart leaps at the thought of spending more time with you. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Cool, see you in ten then.” You grin at him. Joel smiles back at you, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him. 

As Joel heads back to his house, sugar in hand  he can’t help but smile, he had been so tired and frustrated only a little while ago, but now he suddenly feels fully recharged. 

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Ten minutes… You have ten minutes to make yourself look somewhat decent, in a casual, ‘I’m just going over to my extremely attractive dilf neighbor whom I have a big fat stupid crush on’ way. No pressure at all. 

As you race to your bathroom to check yourself over in the mirror, you take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You touch up your makeup, adding a touch of lip gloss and swipe on a new coat of mascara, you brush your teeth, and spritz on a little perfume. After making sure you look presentable, you opt for a comfortable yet cute outfit, realizing that you don’t want to come off as too overdone. 

Satisfied with your appearance, you grab a small container of homemade blueberry jam from your fridge. It may not be muffins, but it’s a sweet treat that you can bring to share. With jam in hand, you head out the door, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

As you approach Joel’s house, you can’t help but appreciate the calmness of the night. The moon shines brightly above, casting a soft glow on the neighborhood. You hear the faint sound of crickets chirping, and the warm breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers. Everything feels serene and magical, heightening your excitement.

You reach Joel’s doorstep and take a moment to collect yourself. You remind yourself to be casual and relaxed, even though your heart is pounding in your chest. With a steadying breath, you knock on the door.

Joel opens it with a warm smile, and you instantly feel at ease. His eyes light up as they land on you, and you can't help but blush under his gaze. “Hi,” he greets you softly. “I'm so glad you could make it.”

You return his smile, extending the container of blueberry jam towards him. “I brought some homemade jam. I thought it would be nice with the muffins and I remember Sarah telling me she loves blueberries.”

Joel's eyes widen in pleasant surprise, and his smile widens. “That is so thoughtful of you. Thank you, darlin’.”

‘Darlin’...’ Your heart flutters at the endearment as you step inside his house, the word falling so naturally from his lips. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the scent of warmth and comfort. It’s a homey and cozy feeling that instantly puts you at ease.

As you enter the kitchen, you notice the ingredients for the muffins laid out, ready to be used. There’s a twinkle of anticipation in Joel’s eyes as he gestures towards them. “Do you want to get started?”

You nod eagerly, not wanting to waste any more time. “Definitely. Let’s make these muffins amazing.”

For the next few hours, you and Joel work side by side, measuring ingredients, mixing, and chatting as you go. The conversation flows effortlessly between you, ranging from lighthearted jokes to more personal stories, and the atmosphere somehow turns more and more flirty, making excited butterflies flutter in your stomach. With each moment, you can feel the connection between you deepening, like ingredients coming together to create a perfect blend.

As the muffins bake in the oven, filling the kitchen with their delicious scent, the two of you take a well-deserved break. Joel pours two cups of coffee, and you find yourselves sitting at his kitchen table, sipping the warm brew in comfortable silence.

The soft glow of the overhead light casts a warm and cozy ambiance over the room. Despite the tiredness in his eyes from a long day, a smile tugs at the corners of Joel’s lips as he watches you take a sip of your coffee. There’s a comfortable silence that envelops the two of you, a sense of ease and contentment that comes from being in each other’s company.

As you set your cup down, you turn to Joel, your eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. “You know, Joel, I have to say. These muffins wouldn’t have turned out as amazing as they did without your expert baking skills.” A teasing smirk dances on your lips.

Joel chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I may have had a little help from a certain someone,” he says, a hint of affection lacing his voice.

You playfully nudge him with your shoulder. “Oh, so now I’m just your personal baking assistant, am I?” you retort, pretending to be slightly offended.

Joel’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with humor. “No, no, not at all. You’re so much more than that,” he reassures you, his voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve brought light into my life, darlin’. Ever since you moved in next door, things just feel...better.”

The warmth in Joel’s words seeps into your heart, igniting a deep stirring within you. A connection that goes beyond the simple act of baking muffins is forming between the two of you, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Before you know it, the timer for the muffins goes off, snapping both of you out of the gentle bubble you’ve created. You share a laugh, realizing that you may have gotten carried away in the moment.

Joel stands up and walks over to the oven, his movements fluid and confident. He takes a deep breath, a look of anticipation on his face. “Well, here goes nothing,” he mutters to himself as he opens the oven door and retrieves the tray of freshly baked muffins.

The delightful aroma wafts through the kitchen, filling the air with its tantalizing scent. Joel carefully sets the tray down on the counter, the muffins still warm to the touch. He reaches for a plate and begins arranging the muffins, creating a beautiful display.

You watch him with admiration, seeing the dedication and love he pours into everything he does. In that moment, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming surge of affection towards him.

As you join him by the counter, your hands instinctively reach out to brush against each other, sending a spark of electricity up your arms. Your eyes meet, and in that instant, everything else fades away. It's just the two of you, connected in a way that feels destined. 

Joel's gaze is warm as he gazes at you, and his voice is filled with sincerity as he speaks. "I just want you to know how grateful I am for your help, for everything. You've brought so much happiness into our lives."

You smile softly at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. “The feeling is mutual, Joel.”

Joel takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering and filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. You can’t help but notice how his gaze keeps darting from your eyes to your lips, and you feel your own heartbeat quickens in response, but a sudden surge of bravery fills you as well. You can’t just be imagining this. “You can if you want, you know.” you whisper.

You can almost see how Joel’s breath catches in his throat by your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He searches your face, trying to comprehend your words. “If I want...what?” he asks, his tone laced with both curiosity and hope.

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach out to gently take his hand in yours. “You can kiss me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “If you want.”

“I want to, more than anything.” He brings his free hand up to gently cup your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with tender affection.

With bated breath, the world seems to stand still as your faces draw closer together. The anticipation hangs in the air like an electric current, and as your lips finally meet, it feels like a rush of warmth cascading throughout your bodies.

The kiss is soft, tender, and filled with an underlying passion that has been building between you. It's a culmination of longing, uncertainty, and hope, all coming together in that single moment of connection.

As your lips move against each other, the outside world fades away, and all that matters is the tenderness you share. Time seems to stretch, allowing you to savor each second of this newfound intimacy.

When you finally break apart, breathing slightly heavier, Joel's eyes search yours, seeking reassurance and confirmation. "Was that okay?" he asks, his voice laced with vulnerability.

You smile warmly at him, a sparkle in your eyes. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. “It was everything I hoped it would be.”

A wave of relief washes over Joel as he pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms enveloping you in a sense of security. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he whispers, “I'm glad, because I've been wanting to do that for a long time.”

And in that moment, as you stand in Joel's warm embrace, you realize that sometimes the sweetest moments in life come unexpectedly. As you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, you can't help but be grateful for the empty sugar canister and the twist of fate that brought you together. Love has a funny way of sneaking up on people, and you can’t wait to see where this new chapter with Joel and Sarah takes you. With muffins in the oven and love blossoming in your hearts, this late-night adventure is just the beginning of a sweet, heartfelt journey together.

[heartysworld]

Thy blood shall flow through mine || Aemond Targaryen x Reader

What's up my loves, it's been a while! After I watched the new trailer and everything I couldn't contain my excitement and I just HAD to write something to cope with the 1 month we have left until season 2! I got the inspo for this from my Old English classes and as much as I was disgusted during class my mind had to turn this into an Aemond fic bc let's be honest, that man could be nastyyyy...

I'm not gonna lie this one is a bit rusty but it's been a while since I've written about Aemond and I was in my 3rd coffee omfor the day as I wrote it so yeah...enjoy

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W.C: 1k

Mark but this knife, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is;

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in it our two bloods mingled be;

Thou know’st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do.

The letter was ripped apart in your hands moments after you read it out loud. Your uncle stood in front of you, his face covered with an unreadable expression as he watched you read his letter, the one of many you had found in your rooms.

The beautiful letter A sat neatly written in the bottom right corner of the parchment.

The first time you received one of these you were scandalized. Who could be so shameless to address such shameful writings to a princess? The first person who came to mind was your uncle Aegon, after all this was something that he would do with no doubt.

But then, as the letters kept coming you realized that the fool who dared call himself the future heir to the Iron Throne lacked the mental capacity to come up with such carefully crafted words, arranged in such way that send chills down your spine every time you read them. Aemond. It had to be him.

"Have you lost your mind, Aemond?" You asked, voice raising slightly as you looked at him, a desperate expression plastered on your face. "What if one of my maids found it? What if it got to my mother? Or the Queen? Not even Balerion himself could save me from their wrath. How could you be so senseless? And they call you the brightest one of the King's children!"

Everything that had been piling inside of you for the past few weeks finally came out as you voiced all of your frustrations.

The ripped pieces of paper gracefully fell from your fingers as they made their way towards the burning fire that lit up your chambers.

Your hand slowly made its way towards your face, touching the now wrinkled skin of your forehead as you felt the slowly forming headache that was going to torment you until dawn.

Seconds later, a larger, colder hand wrapped itself around yours, pulling you closer to a firm chest. The much familiar aroma of leather from riding gear, and hints of smoke and ash filled your nostrils.

"Hush, little hatchling. Do not fill yourself with excess frustrations. The Red Keep does not need another burnt scrub of the gardens." Aemond hushed against your ear. You could feel the corners of his mouth curl upwards as they hovered over the shell of your ear.

The contact with his body alongside his raspy voice stirred something deep inside you that made you shiver.

"We both know the way you've been looking at me for the past few moons. After that day in the courtyard, when my blade cut across your arm. It is soaked with your blood as much as it is with mine. Tell me, hatchling, does this not count as the consumation of a marriage? Is our blood not mingled together as it would be inside our own child? You are mine, hatchling, you've always been and will always be."

Aemond's words caused your breath to get caught inside your lungs, hot waves pulsating through your body.

His arms slowly encircled your waist, like a snake wrapping around their pray. He was the beast, you were his pray, and you've been willingly letting him sink his teeth in your neck for weeks now, taming you as his pet, his little hatchling that was about to become him forever.

" We can't, Aemond. Not when a war is about to rage above King's Landing and we're about to be on the opposing sides. I cannot let you take my hart in your possession only for you to shatter it to pieces the moment your grandfather blows his whistle at you like a dog and makes you drive a sword in between my mothers eyes!" You voice came out broken, eyes misty and reddish.

" I would rather drive that same sword through my grandfather's skull than let him take you away from me, Y/N!" Aemond snapped, his anger finally surfacing despite the facade he attempted to put up for you.

It never worked with you, him trying to hide what he truly felt. It's always been like this, to you, he was like an open book. No secrets, no nothing.

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[palmselsewherepalace]

Hearing/learning about them getting sick (Genshin Impact GN!Reader x Furina, Yoimiya, Faruzan)

I'm kinda rusty on my writing but i thought doing little bits like these would help me get better. Some of them might sound cheesy or out of character like i said i'm rusty and i haven't written anything since my old embarrassing Sonamy fanfics. If anyone wants to request anything with GN!Reader X Genshin, i'll try my best to write for every adult character as long as it's sfw. Sorry for any grammar errors it's like 5AM right now and i wanted to finish this in one go. Hope ya'll have fun reading this!

FARUZAN

You've been working on your projects in Akademiya and haven't saw Faruzan since the early morning, that in itself is a weird sign that something was going on and you decided to visit your lovers house. As you knock on the door you hear shuffling noises, when door opens you see Faruzan wrapped herself in a blanket, barely able to walk, her nose is running, her skin looks pale, her eyes looks puffy and she's trying her hardest to look confident in front of you. "Oh Y/N! I didn't expect you to visit me tod- ACHO!" She sneezes and sniffles her nose. As she was about to speak you stop her and let yourself in. "Alright Madam you're going back to your bed and i'm making you a hot soup and some tea." "H-hey you don't have to i was stuck in a pyramid surely i can take care of myself!" You looked at Faruzan and put your palm onto her forehead to see if she has a high fever or not. Faruzan blushes but doesn't let it get to her head. You give a relived sigh as it doesn't feel that warm. "It's not that bad alright you really don't have to i can make myself some warm soup, take my medicines and rest." You looked at her with a concerned look in your face. "I know you can but with all respect Madam Faruzan i'm refusing and taking care of you, now come on go back to your bed." Faruzan protests but let's you help her get back to bed. When you arrive at her room you gently help her lie back down. While she was about to lie down you can hear her struggle with a headache and a little back pain. "Looks like old age getting to you." You make a snarky comment. Faruzan smiles faintly hits you with one of her small pillows. "Don't disrespect your elders or your partner." You hold her hand and rub the back of her hand with your thumb. This makes Faruzan blush and looks down at tangled hands. "You're going to get sick if you stay close to me." "I don't care, i can take some days off from my projects" "HEY DON'T YOU DARE TO TAKE YOUR WORK LIGHTLY!" Faruzan pulled your hand, even with the state she's in, she still has the power of a angry grandma. You laugh and cal m her down. "Okay okay now madam what would you like as your soup?" You get up from her side and walk towards her bedroom door. "Something with lots of vegetables and sour." Faruzan smiles and lies back down on her bed with a smile on her face feeling safe and loved.

FURINA

It's noon and you decided to visit a small cafe right in front of your house. As you we're drinking your coffee you noticed a familiar armored crab heading towards your house door. It was Mademoiselle Crabaletta, she noticed you sitting in the cafe and basically rushed towards you. Crabaletta looked like she was in a panic and trying to get you to follow her. You decided to pay for your coffee and follow Crabaletta. After you walking and Crabaletta running, you arrive'd at Furina's home. Crabaletta walked towards the door and with some handy moves of her claws she opened the door and pointed you to enter. While entering you heard a faint voice coming towards Furina's bedroom. "Crabaletta? Did you comeback with my medicines?" You heard, your lover Furina's voice and hear her cough really roughly. You heard Crabaletta make some sounds that you couldn't understand and heard a loud Furina from her room. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BOUGHT Y/N AS WELL!?!" Crabaletta unbothered, pulled out a small bag out of her shell and pulled you with one of her claws towards Furina's room. When you enter the room you see your lover hiding under the covers while her other hydro summons look confused, her sea horse summon Surintendante Chevalmarin was holding a tray with some water and hot tea and Gentilhomme Usher was holding some tissues for Furina's runny nose. You walk towards Furina's bed and sit next to her, she's still under her covers but you can see her shape. You decided to talk out loud. "Oh wow my lover is sick what should i do to take care of her?" The way you spoke made Furina chuckle under the covers and you decided to continue and be more dramatic. "Can she even eat when she's suffering? What kinda see's do i need to cross to find her a proper medicine?!?" Furina pulls her head out of the covers while laughing and looks at you. "Look at you being a drama queen" As she talked you heard her sickly voice, you gently rub her cheeks with your hand. "Learned it from the best. Now chicken soup?" Furina coughs while nodding. "Please"

YOIMIYA

It was a rainy day in Inazuma and you're going through your daily routine, talking with your friends, helping elderly. While going through the villages you see Itto and some kids running towards you under the rain. "HEY Y/N YOU NEED TO HELP YOIMIYA!" Itto picks you up by your shoulders and shakes you like a toy. When Itto puts you back on the ground you rub your head. "Calm down tell me what happened." Itto still panicking. "Look kids told me that Yoimiya haven't been out of her house and her parents told them that she was so sick that she couldn't get out of her bed." After that looked at you in the eyes, breaking your personal space. "YOU HEAR THAT YOIMIYA NOT GETTING OUT OF HER BED!?! THAT'S LIKE SEEING FISHES FLY!" You pat Itto's shoulders and push him a little bit while calming him down. "Dude Itto, chill out, she probably caught cold and resting. But thanks for telling me i'll visit her right away." Itto gives you a thumbs up while still look like he's about to cry. "CURE THESE KIDS BIG SISTER THEY TRUST YOU!" You smile and give him a thumbs up back, and head towards Yoimiya's home. When you arrive you knock on the door, Yoimiya's father Ryuunosuke opens the door and smiles at you. "Oh i was expecting you to show up, i guess you heard about my little girl?" Ryuunosuke smiled and let you in. You walked towards Yoimiya's room and knocked on her door. You hear a faint cough. "Come in!" You open the door and gently wave at Yoimiya, who's been sitting on her bed. When Yoimiya see's you, her eyes lit up and she gives you a big smile. "Y/N! I've missed you my firecracker!" You sat next to Yoimiya and she gave you a hug but then immediately pulled back. "Oh i should keep my distance i don't want you to get sick as well." You smile and hug her back. "Hey if you're gonna take care of me while i'm sick i'm okay with it." Yoimiya burried her head into your chest and wrapped her arms around you and looked up to you. "Alway-ACHO!" She sneezes towards your face and both of you laugh as you two clean your faces with some towels.

[echobx]

Twin Flame 7 - pervy!bsf!JJ Maybank × pervy!bsf!fem!reader

summary: y/n wants to talk to JJ but things don't work out as she anticipated

word count: 1.3k

warnings: y/n getting hurt, JJ trying to not show how much he cares, love confessions (kinda), fluffy happy ending

author's note: somewhere along the way I feel like I lost the essence of them, but I'm still happy with how this turned out. I might write some blurbs for them in the future.

series masterlist ♡ part 1 ♡ part 2 ♡ part 3 ♡ part 4 ♡ part 5 ♡ part 6

   You decided to walk to the Shack, taking the time to gather your thoughts and figure out what you wanted to say. But all of it flew out of the window when you peeked through his. 

   JJ was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands and nothing but boxers on his perfect body. 

   “Get it together, JJ,” he told himself, and a moment later he got up and pulled his underwear down to look in the mirror. “You worked before her, now you can fucking do it again!” he glared at himself, but nothing happened. 

   You didn't know what to do with yourself, with what you had done to him. It hadn't even come to your mind that he would face some issues after you had left him. It mostly hadn't crossed your mind because you hadn't felt like you needed to get physical with anyone, not even by yourself. 

   Taking a step back, you knocked over a garden tool that had leaned against the wall by his window. Jumping to the side, you avoided the tool to smack you in the face, just for something heavy to fall on you from the side you had jumped to. Your head hit the ground, and you lost consciousness almost immediately. 

   The noise alerted JJ and he ran outside. He hadn't expected to see you, especially not buried under a rusty metal shelf that he had intended to throw away. 

   “What are you doing here, princess?” he asked while carrying you inside and laying you down on his bed. You looked peaceful, not like the girl that had stolen his heart. When he looked at you all he could see was the same girl that had shown him how to bake cookies, the same one he had taught to surf the summer after 3rd grade. 

   You woke up with a pounding headache and JJ sitting in a chair at the foot end of the bed. 

   “What happened?” you groaned, rubbing your head and slowly sitting up. 

   “You tell me,” he huffed. 

   “I came to apologize, and then it all went black,” you muttered, and he purses his lips before drawing them back to the same thin line they always were when he was angry. 

   “You were spying on me,” he noted, and it all came dawning on you. 

   “Oh.”

   “Yeah, oh.” JJ sighed, shaking his head and avoiding looking at you. “But you're better now, and I don't want your fucking apology so, off you go. Back home where you belong.” He pointed you to leave, and you actually decided to get up, but you fell back down as soon as you had managed to stand. 

   “I don't feel so good,” you sighed, your hands managed to grasp his trash can in just the right moment before your body turned itself inside out. 

   Half an hour later you were in the ER, a small concussion, nothing more, nothing less. But JJ wasn't pleased with it. He was sure that you probably got hurt worse with the metal falling onto your chest and arms. 

   “What if she has broken ribs? Huh? What then? You gonna send her home so she can puncture her lung and die,” he snapped at the doctor, and you didn't understand why. He was furious about them doing anything and everything to make sure you were healthy. 

   “Sir, we tested her for everything. Your girlfriend is completely fine apart from the concussion. You can take her home and make sure she doesn't sleep for more than 4 hours at once for the next 48 hours,” the doctor spoke with gentle authority, and it didn't bother you at all that she had called you his girlfriend, if anything it made you feel better. 

   “J, please,” you whispered, and he let it go, reluctantly but better than nothing. 

   “We should've gone to Ricky,” he grumbled on the way home. 

   “What about his honeymoon?” You furrowed your brows. You couldn't tell if the information your brain was handing you was right or not. 

   “Fuck marriage. Not like shit lasts anyway,” JJ hissed, and you wished your head had landed on a rock instead, maybe then you wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of your actions. 

   At home, JJ was adamant that you should go to sleep first, so he could stay long enough before your parents came home to take care of you. 

   But you couldn't find sleep, not with him so far away from you, sitting at your desk and scrolling his phone. 

   “JJ?” you asked softly, but he didn't even pick up his head to look at you. 

   “What?”

   “Can you lie down by my side?” you asked, and he looked at you with raised eyebrows. 

   “I'm not gonna cuddle you,” he declared while getting up and lying down. 

   “Thank you,” you whispered. The simple presence of him so close to you was already deafening your headache. 

   “Are you gonna sleep now?” he asked, looking at you with pain filled eyes. 

   “I'm sorry for hurting you,” you whispered, and he sighed deeply. 

   “You don't have to say shit you don't mean.” 

   “I'm sorry because I mean it. I'm sorry because I don't know what the difference is between how I feel for you and how I feel for Kie or Sarah or Cleo. I'm sorry for hurting you because I never expected you to get hurt because I don't understand love, and I don't think I ever will. But Sarah said that what I feel would generally be considered love, even if I don't understand it. And I'm sorry for not running after you. I'm sorry for all the things I did and didn't do. I can't promise you that I will tell you what you want to hear, but I can try to do it, be it.” Your words basically spill out of you, but he doesn't really seem to give them much weight. 

   “Your head isn't doing so well. You should sleep. I'll wake you up later,” he said, and you nodded, wishing he hadn't just brushed you off. 

   When you woke up, it wasn't JJ who brushed the hair from your face, but your mother. He had left without saying goodbye or leaving a note. 

   Three days later, you decided to go to the Château and confront him, tell him that he couldn't brush you off like that. Especially that he shouldn't have left like that. But when you see him, all you can think about is how long it's been since he kissed you. 

   Was it wrong to make a beeline to his seat and kiss him in front of your friends? Was it wrong that he didn't kiss you back at first? Only after you had pulled away, and his hand balled your shirt in his hand as he forced his lips against yours. Was it wrong that after everything you were ever more unsure how you felt, but you knew it didn't matter, because you knew he could love you for two if need be. 

   From that on you were okay with an occasional kiss, you were okay with his hands lingering on your body for longer than friends’ would, you were okay with all the nicknames he threw at you. You could live with it, because you knew how miserable it had been without any of it. And JJ was okay with knowing that you would probably never really grasp how much his heart swelled when you very occasionally returned his I love you’s without thinking too much of it. He was content with all you gave him, even though you still didn't think it was what he deserved. But JJ had never expected to deserve even a fraction of all you gave him. He was finally with the girl of his dreams and he was sure as hell never going to tell anyone about how it all started because he couldn't help being just as perverted for you, as you were for him. 

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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Play Nice | Cyberverse Dead End x f!robot | Dub-Con | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: Dub-con, smut ( touching, fingering, first time, spike in valve and rough interfacing ), piercings, angst and au where decepticons win. NSFW 18+.

Notes: I really wanted to write someone from Cyberverse, and I have a weird obsession with this guy. I wrote him being such a jerk and controlling as he messes around with an autobot, so just a heads up that this is again dub-con. Eat at it! 🥰

☕ Coffee

The end of the war resulted in the autobots surrendering to the decepticons, not the way they expected it to go, yet it happened. Now they were prisoners of war, spoils, the strongest sent off to the mines to work while the weaker looking ones were sent to the sale yard and sold off to the highest bidder. That was the autobots fate, no choice given, and there was nothing they could do about it.

You were a femme, not built for war, simply a desk clerk, so it was no surprise to you that you ended up in the sales. Looking around yourself you notice most either fought against their retrants, some putting on a brave face and accepting their fate, while you on the other hand, you were utterly petrified, and you failed to hide this from anyone.

Warm lubricants continually stream down your cheek platings while your frame quivers uncontrollably, anxious whimpers sounding from your lips while you keep your helm bowed low the entire time. The decepticons in charge of the sales relish your fear, taunt you, even touch you, but they didn't force themselves on you, because you were one of the few with your seals still intact, and that was apparently a high demand through the sales. According to them, you were worth a lot. Not that it made you feel any better in the slightest, quite the opposite, it only made you feel degraded and ailing.

No help was coming for you, that's the reality.

Once shoved out onto the platform the bids were placed, the number climbing higher by the second while you stood there trying to tuck yourself into the smallest ball possible in your standing position. It's horrible, you want to escape, and you day dream in that moment that an autobot will swing in and save you, taking you away from the abhorrent nightmare.

Then it happens, the final bid is placed, and it's over. You've been sold.

Your cuffed servos are grabbed and you're tugged forward, optics meeting pedes before your chin is gripped between firm digits and you're forced to look up at the winning bidder. Piercing white optics bore down into your meek baby blue optics, looking rather pleased with his purchase holding a stretched smirk.

"You're mine, autobot." There's something about his voice that sends crawling shivers through your frame, on top of that there is no hint of kindness, and this makes your spark chamber clench tightly against your pulsing spark.

Most of it was a blur before you found yourself pulled into what you assume was where he lived. Very luxurious, fine dark decor, pointing out that he had high ranking, not that made you feel any better. He just purchased you, like property, and called you his.

"Relax, autobot." That rusty yet silky voice hits your audios. "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have spent a ridiculous amount on you. How you behave is up to you."

He comes back over and disables your cuffs. Finally, you're able to rub your sore wrists and not feel so tied down. You willingly meet his gaze and he still has that smug grin on him. He looked pretty damn proud indeed.

"The names Dead End. I'm one of Lord Megatron's favourite soldiers, so you should be very grateful with the life you'll have, but that all depends on you, if you're going to be a good femme and play nice, or to be a brat and give me a nagging headache. So, what will it be?"

The fight in you is gone, if it was ever even there before, you just don't have the strength or bravery to fight him. That would be stupid anyway.

"I'll be good." You barely manage to speak, but he hears it.

"Smart femme. Now, let's have a close look."

He grabs your servo and pulls you towards him, causing you to lift your other and hold it against his chassis while a frightened squeak left you. He lets out a light chuckle that vibrates against you and you bow your helm submissively. Weak and pathetic , that's all you are.

You bite back a whimper when you feel his servos dragging down across your waist and behind over your aft, digits gripping into your soft armour causing a soft creak to sound from the contact. He was mapping you out, feeling your frame, touching what was rightfully his now. His curious servos continue to roam, up and down over again, a long sickening dread flooding through your tanks.

"Stop." You barely whisper, voice meek and frightened. "Please."

"I don't think that's you showing me good behaviour. I didn't buy you so you can boss me around." He narrows his optics at you, boring deeply, making you cower under his dominating shadow.

"I'm just scared." Your spark was hammering rapidly against your chamber, as was your processor swirling wildly.

"I already said I'm not going to hurt you, so you shouldn't be so scared. Interfacing is fun, and you'll understand why soon. Like I said, you're mine, and we're doing things my way." Dead End continues his touching, admiring your frame and mapping you out, before he tilts your helm up to look at him again. "I hope you weren't lying when you were asked if you were a virgin and said yes. Are you still sealed?" His words dripped with a foulness, yet the air is clean.

"I-I am."

"So I'm not going to discover any unpleasant surprises?" He speaks so crudely, almost pouting a little like you were lying.

"No, no, I'm not lying, I promise." Meek, shuddering, your fear and anxiety corrupting through your entire frame and processor. How did it come to this? Losing the war, sold off like property, and now you're forced to do whatever this decepticon wanted.

His touch against your cheek plating was silky, in a sickening way, and he continued to caress the area with affection, before he took hold of your servo and pulled you towards the berth. The moment of dreaded truth. "Play nice for me, femme. Lay on the berth, spread those thighs, and retract your panel. I'm going to take real good care of you."

You don't want to, but you have no choice, and you let out a shuttered vent before moving towards the berth, a heavy sickening weight corrupting your spark chamber. Once on your back you find yourself staring at the ceiling, servos clenching against the berth covered in silks when you feel his weight crawling closer, his cold shadow looming over you.

Dead End likes the sight of your innocence, a growing hunger roaring through him with pride while he observes his new autobot pet. After everything, he's earned it, a prize to keep, and he was going to do what he liked with you. He'll teach you, have you moaning and begging for him, that was his promise.

Giving a silent prayer for yourself, you then spread your legs, taking a deep vent in and retracting your panel. Your helm turns on its side to avoid looking at him and that aggravating smug smile of his. Accepting this fate was your only option, that didn't mean it was going to be easy.

A startled yelp erupts from you when you feel his servo bluntly between thighs and cupping against your exposed valve. Your instincts kick in as your thighs close and you grab hold of his servo, trying to pry him away. He easily shoves your servo away and pins his weight on you.

"Don't do that."

Then you feel his knee pad pressing up against your valve that creates a surprising moan from you feeling your valve react from the contact. This makes you cover your mouth, optics wide and face heated with embarrassment that such a sound was made. You didn't mean it, or did you? He heard it, very clearly, and he seemed to really like it.

"Does that feel good? I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me. I'll have you making all sorts of sounds soon enough, it'll be fun." Dead End continues to rub his knee up against your valve while watching your reactions, relishing your confused growing desire that bursts from your face, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

Turning your helm to the side, all you can do is let it happen, even though this wasn't something you asked for, you can't deny the new bubbling pleasure pooling around your valve. Your sensitive node pulses, growing thrills rushing through your entire frame, dainty whimpers turning into low moans as you feel the pleasure he was creating in you.

Dead End's knee pad is already soaked with your fluids, and he grins with a happy greed filling him, drinking up your positive response. Leaning closer he tilts your helm to look back at him, before sealing your lips over his for a heated kiss.

Sure, you've been kissed before, but nothing like this. His kiss was hungry, dominant, and you feel his glossa invade between your lips causing you to let out a muffled whimper, before he lays himself between your thighs more snug and starts to grind his heated panel against you while devouring your lips.

He knew what he was doing, and he was bringing out all the forbidden pleasures from you. You hated it, but you also feel yourself liking it much to your scared confusion.

With shaky servos moving onto his shoulders, you start to kiss him back, innocently. He likes your response, letting out his own moan and deepening the kiss. Money well spent he thought to himself.

Your mind starts to blank while kissing him, slowly falling in sync with him and simply forgetting just how you ended up here, before your mind snaps back to reality when you feel his spike, now extended out, rubbing up against your valve. Breaking the kiss you shyly glance between your pressed bodies and let out a skittish whimper at his embellished spike.

Dead End had piercings, two frenum ball bars and a little ring at the tarped tip. He looks down as well with you and lets out a low chuckle. "Like what you see? These babies are going to become your obsession. Only my spike will be able to ever satisfy you."

Is that true? You don't have time to think too much before feeling his servo against your valve again and a digit being pushed in, prepping you. The small invasion causes you to let out a wince, clenching around his digit with dimmed optics. It hurts.

"As much as I do love a tight valve, you're only going to hurt yourself even more if you don't relax. Spread your thighs a little more, and ease your thoughts. I'll take care of you."

Listening, you do as says, trying to allow him to stretch your valve, feeling his digit curling against your inner channel and another slowly rubbing against your node, earning a skittish moan from you.

"That's it, good femme. You're a quick learner." Dead End praised before hooking his other servo under you, lifting your hips and aft up a little and shifting closer, before adding a second digit.

Another wince leaves you, before feeling his lips against your neck, nibbling against your soft cables, enough to distract you from the slight burning ache as he stretches your valve with his digits. He knew how to get you aroused, and that worried you.

Was this the fate of autobots? Sold off to the highest bidder? You knew Megatron was cold, but slavery? Were you a slave or his whore? Was there a difference? The overwhelming questions make you whimper softly, and you've been distracted so much that you didn't realise his digits were gone, only to feel a pressure against your valve.

Dead End decides it's time to claim his prize. He coats his spike with your fluids and starts to nudge your entrance, watching as the tip pushes through, along with the metal piercings. He lets out a gritted moan feeling you clench around him, before meeting resistance and smirks. "Good, you weren't lying."

You're tense, scared, embarrassed, you simply couldn't answer him. It hurts as he continues to press forward, seal slowly tearing, before he nudges through and you cry out, servos gripping tightly at his arms as he continues to push forward until he's fully flushed.

The pain wasn't as terrible as you imagined, but it still stings, and your emotions are running high, confused by the tingling thrill slowly boiling, there's a buzzing arousal slowly flooding through you.

"Nice and snug, perfect." He coos from above while looking rather proud. "Not so bad, hey? I'll have you overloading over again, you won't be able to help yourself."

You feel his ridged spike stretching you fully, pulsing through your channel along with the cold metal piercings. It causes your frame to quivery in ecstasy followed by another low whine, then he starts moving, withdrawing himself and thrusting back in, working himself at a steady pace while letting out his own moans.

Soft gasps leave you after each thrust, feeling his length and the metal piercings rubbing along your inner channel, him grinding down against your node in a luscious way. The pleasure bubbles rather quickly in you, and without even realising you clench your thighs around his rocking waist, drawing him closer as your servos hold onto his supported arms holding himself up.

Those piercings are oddly nice, an added stimulation through your channel that makes you let out light moans, falling into the forbidden pleasure that corrupts you. Something's happening, and you weren't sure what it was, but before you can think more about it your whole frame suddenly erupts with a bursting overload, frame trembling as your silky valve is soaked with sticky fluids as your back arches, followed by a sweet mewl from your vocals. At first you're confused by what just happened, never having felt like that before, and it's Dead End's amused chuckle that catches your attention.

"Already? Slag, knew I was good, but that was something else. Bet you've never had an overload like that before, not even by touching yourself." His words sink in and you're scared again.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" You're cut off by his digit against your quivering lips.

"Relax, you're not in trouble. You'll learn to control your overloads, and you've got a pretty good teacher. But I think you've got a second one in your still." There's no time to answer before he starts moving again, firmly snapping his hips against you that creates loud moans from you and tightly holding onto him.

All control was gone. Instantly, you cling onto him while letting out lingering loud mewls against his neck, unable to hide anything or keep quiet, rejoicing in the blooming pleasure quickly sparking through you even more. To feel such a luxury buzz, tingling from your sensitive valve, it leaves a confusing allure that you can't help but enjoy. You didn't want this or ask for it, yet it happened, and there's a small deep part in you that is glad it happened. Is that wrong?

"Beautiful fragging sight you are, perfect tight valve, singing loudly, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist." Dead End grunts through his smug proudness. "There will be even more pleasure once I give you your own little piercings. You'll be a dazzling sight."

There's no response from you, because you can't. The room fills with the sounds of both your moans, metal slapping together, the added creak of the berth under his rough movements as he grunts harshly with each thrust with your squeaked gasps. You feel it, the second overload about to pop in you, and he senses this before pressing his body more against your smaller body, grinding himself firmly against you over again and letting out growing heated vents. He's not far off either.

Then it happens. His warm fluids fill you, spike pulsing rapidly as his piercings press against your compulsing channel. His movements don't slow as he starts to rub your node with his digit, and that's all that's needed for your to fall through your second overload and clench around him even more tightly than before, a high pitched mewl sounding as you continue to hold onto him, before his movements finally slow into soft jerky thrusts.

Soft moans of pleasure is all that's heard from you, optics hazy and shuttering as your cooling fans kick in to help cool your quivery heated frame. Your thighs and servos still hold onto him, as if he's all there is, you just can't bring yourself to let go of him.

Eventually, he stops, and savours your valve a little more before removing himself, watching as his spike is extracted and leaving your gaping valve with nothing to clench onto. Your juices and his fluids soak between your two and the berth, and he's rather proud of the sight.

"Perfect. Leaking so much, good response from you babe."

Shame fills you. Allowing him to make you feel like this, to give in so easily, it makes you feel even more weak and pathetic. He notices this and caresses your cheek plating, surprisingly tender, affection even.

"You've got nothing to worry about anymore, I promise that babe. In time you'll see I'm not a terrible guy, and this life will grow on you. We're going to have so much fun you and I." Suddenly, his lips are over yours once again, slowly deepening the kiss between you two, and you give in yet again.

Yeah, plenty of fun.

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: Two screenshots from Fate/Grand Order showing in order, (1) the Bond Level Up screen for Archer Robin Hood, where his Bond Level has gone up from 14 to 15; and (2) a screenshot of Robin’s Servant card, with emphasis on all 5 of his extra bond diamonds beyond Bond 10 in the level screen being filled. End Description.]

…This took a little over five years. From May 8, 2019 to today, July 10, 2024.

First Bond 10, first Level 120, and now first Bond 15. Robin’s been through so much since I started this game. And I love him. Very very much.

And well, even if I’m about a year rusty…

I have to write a short story for celebration, right? With a song from Season 2 of Laid Back Camp and all.

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Robin slowly opened his eyes to the sensation of someone gently stroking his forehead. The scent of flowers tickled his nose as he inhaled, and looking up revealed starry brown eyes reflecting his image past a familiar big pair of glasses.

Vy's pretty starry brown eyes.

She was leaning over him, tucking a long strand of brown hair behind her ear to better show the smile growing on her face. Even when dressed in her Decisive Battle uniform from Chaldea, she looked radiant. "Good morning, handsome."

"...G' mornin' to you too, beautiful." Robin closed his eyes again once her left finger brushes some of the fringe out of the other side of his face, an incoming breeze making the incoming sunlight feel not so hot against his arms as he rested them along his stomach. "What're you doing, Vy?"

"I heard from Tama-san how a lap pillow could be relaxing, so I thought I could brush your hair to help you rest." With that said, Vy doesn't stop her stroking of his head, her thighs adequately plump enough against the back of his neck to act as a good cushion. She even twirls a small strand of his hair around her pinky finger with a giggle. "I know I'm not the best at taking breaks, but I at least want you to enjoy yours, Big Robin."

"This is already plenty, little sparrow." And yes, it was a little irritating to know she got the idea from that pink fox of all Servants, but it was better that it came from Tamamo Caster compared to, say, the two Koyanskayas that somehow found their way into Novum Chaldea to cause more headaches in their shared jail with BB. Robin shut his eyes to the thought, inhaling deeply to take in more of those flowers. More of Vy. "...At this rate, I won't want to get up."

"And that's fine." Vy gently pokes his cheek, giggling as a faint glint of gold comes into the corner of his vision with his next slow blink. An unmistakable glow of gold from her ring finger, just to match her lotus-shaped Command Seals. The tiny wing inscribed into the band shines just a little brighter to go along with the pink flower already there as she says, "Last I heard from Tama-san, wives are supposed to be there for their hubbies, right?"

"And vice versa," Robin retorts dryly, lacing his own fingers together and absently thumbing at his own silver band sitting at the base of his right ring finger. Caster Da Vinci didn't have to upgrade their rings with bird wings, but here they were. And it was nice to poke at. "A marriage's not a one-way street, Vy."

"Aye." Vy pats his cheek then, and opening his eyes reveals the blue stars of her eyes reflecting his image with pure love back at him. She leans down a little more, her breath mingling with his just as she says, "I love you, Big Robin."

Robin grins and leans up to meet her halfway. "I love you too, little sparrow."

Even in a simulated forest, it was another day of what would be a happier future to come. Bleached World resolution and all.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff

Find the Word Tag

My words: friend, reluctant, snack, wind

(Pulled from Honor's Outcasts book one, because why not)

Your words: rusty, eyes, abandoned, statue

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As she left town, Izjik made her way into the jungle that resolutely covered most of the island, no matter how the Saaz-folk might push at its boundaries. The path to her and Sepo’s little cottage was, in a word, sylvan.

Not idyllic by any means---there was mud aplenty and the only thing thicker than the bug swarms was the humidity. Sepo always bitched about the 'hellish confluence of unbearable mugginess and headache inducing buzzing,' whatever that meant. Izjik had long given up on deciphering her friend's wordy rants. She figured you could take the man out of the priesthood, but apparently, it took more than twelve years in the world's darkest prison to take the priesthood out of the man.

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"Reach out with your power," Twenari instructed. "Do you sense the warmth? It feels sort of like a fevor, but outside of you. It's more... sticky than the heat of the desert."

Djek reluctantly but curiously did as he was told, probing outward with his sixth sense. In an instant, he could 'see' the world's magic. Sensing pools of power rather than the threads Twenari always described, Djek felt his way around with grasping tentacles of his own shadowed abilities.

Gradually, magic came into focus and... Oh shit, he felt it all right! Djek recoiled, only to realize there was nowhere for him to go. Trapped, I'm trapped! the little, primal part of his brain screamed.

This land was one massive swamp of sickly, fetid power, clogging his every sense with its cloying intensity. How the hell had he not sensed it before? It was like damnation itself was oozing up through the sand beneath his feet.

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Hearing Twenari’s screams echo in her ears, Izjik took one last look out at the sun-stained water. She fancied she could hear the cries of seagulls riding on the wind. The smell of salt carried up to her through the bars, swirling around her tongue like the finest of wine. Izjik took one long, final whiff of freedom. Then, she turned back towards the dank sewer and let her face settle into a true, shark-toothed snarl.

"So, gentlemen, how are we going to go about this?"

The circle of armored sirens reacted to her wit with all the emotion of a particularly stoic sea cucumber. She tried to spring at the closest man, but her muscles went slack at the first wave of song. The last thing Izjik heard was the sounds of the seagulls being drowned out by an intoxicating aria.

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I'll tag @bard-coded @bargainbincheese @moonandris @theeccentricraven and YOU :D

[doublegoblin]

Get To Know My OC

Well thank ya kindly @gummybugg, first time I've been tagged on a game by someone who I hadn't followed/followed me (not to say I'm against it or offended just it has happened before!)

So I've done a couple of these for ocs from Rituals and Red Tape, I think it's time I covered the other bigger WIP: Abnormal Analytics.

>1 new message<

[Good evening Rico. With an influx of newer members it would ease incorporation for all parties to have a general understanding of each other. I am aware that these types of employee interaction are generally frowned upon, however please see to it that you fill this to the best of your ability; it is also best to write as if you would be speaking. -T]

1. Are you named after anyone?

A real head scratcher to start with! Well like most everyone else here at wonderful AARI I got to choose my own call sign. You know, you never really think much about a name until it's your turn to pick one ha ha! To tiptoe around any sensitive information, let's just say I'm trying to channel a certain role model. As far as out of work name, I'm named after my Uncle's Half-Brother, who also just so happens to be my [REDACTED]. That'll maybe be censored for publication...oh well, think of it like a fun mystery!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh dear, why do I feel like X had a hand in this? Well, to the best of my honest ability, it was about three weeks ago to the hour. It had been a long shift of [REDACTED] and [EXPUNGED], so needless to say I needed a nice pick-me-up. So after cleaning my area up I made my way through [REDACTED] and stopped down to the cafeteria. I had such high hope and then they were out of my favorite flavor of cake! Now Rico is man enough to not be ashamed of shedding some frustrated tears. Thankfully I had a secret angel watching me and juuuust as I had given up hope a fresh, and I mean steaming fresh, batch of cinnamon rolls was brought out. It really is the little things!

3. Do you have kids?

[Redacted]. But, that's not that important.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I try not to. The folks that work here don't often have the best grasp of it. So all it really serves to do is make a lot of folks upset and more of a headache later on. A couple of my buds have came a long way though...still need to make it obvious I am using sarcasm, but they catch on and we have a great laugh.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

It's gotta be their sense of humor! In a humdrum employment you really have to understand who you can and can't crack a few jokes with, and how best to let the jokes fly. Made that mistake once with T. Great boss by the way! The man can not joke around to save himself though. I don't think I've ever even seen him smile...here to put it into words I [EXPUNGED].

6. What's your eye color?

I was blessed in the genetic lottery with these deep blue peepers. They look black most of the time, but in the right light, I've got a couple of sapphires in my face.

Scary movies or happy endings?

An ending so happy it scares you! Ha ha, I joke. I'm a bit of a softy, so I want something that will make me feel all warm and cozy at the end. Something you desperately need sometimes here, what with all the [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and blood. You get used it, but like, not over it?

8. Any special talents?

I can roll my tongue! Also I'm a little rusty but I can still play a pretty mean harmonica.

9. Where were you born?

Toledo, Michigan!

10. What are your hobbies?

If the sun is high in the sky, you can catch me fly...fishing. Really most outdoorsy thing: Kayaking, swimming, and I'm even learning to scuba dive in freshwater. My dream is to one day go out to Lake Superior and see some of those underwater shipwrecks. You know? The ones with the bodies so perfectly preserved from the cold that they still look alive. Gosh, what an experience.

11. Have you any pets?

I have a short-hair calico name Susan. She is my pride and joy. I found her as a kitten outside my house one winter. The poor thing was so thin. I didn't have any hope of saving her, I figured I could at least make her last moments not horrible. But, that little fighter would not give in. That was almost three years ago. I think she has a little siamese in her, she is one vocal misses.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Whatever my folks wanted me to do to stay active. I played ice hockey for a few years, did some cross country, tried my hand at tennis which didn't last long, and some other more odds and ends. Right now I'm part of the company softball league. Go Pencil Punchers! Now the team name has quite a story. But, I'll keep that to myself for now. Can't go spoiling all the surprises.

13. How tall are you?

1.8 meters. Though I like to tell people 2.0 meters for a little confidence boost.

14. Favorite subject in school?

You would never guess by looking at me, but I was really passionate about biochem. Can't recall a lick of it anymore though. Maybe I can get a study group going with X and their teams. They're always happy to teach...or perhaps boast about their own intellect.

15. Dream job?

No fooling, where I am right now. I've got some amazing coworkers and work on such interesting things! I know everyones name here, or at least their call sign, and they know mine. Sure we bicker and snap at each other but what workplace doesn't? Heck I even get along just peachy with D, and he's the king of sourpuss castle! Don't tell him I said that. I couldn't ask for a better crew. And believe you me, I've been through quite a few in my time. Now I'm so glad you are here to join us...whoever you are, and I hope you'll stop by the studio once in a while! My door is always open! See ya!

Tagging in coach (no pressure): @asterhaze @hallwriteblr @ethaeriea @lola-theshowgrl and anyone else!

[iamthecomet]

And hoot again :D

Yeah, you’re very right (both with so quickly depending on it being overwhelming and with it showing how much I needed it)

The trip to therapy went quite well! The bus wasn‘t overly full on both ways, so I could sit down which was really good. I‘m still nervous for the first time that I’ll sit down on the floor if all seats are taken (it would be safer and better for me, but before I was always too scared to do that. Now that I have a cane that makes it sort of visible that I have trouble walking/standing, I want to try to do it).

I have suspected that I have hypermobile joints for a while (the problem is that I’m not in enough pain to really struggle so much that it would really be worth seeing a doctor for, but I’ll mention it when I got my next appointment). Part of the problem is my bad memory, because due to that I honestly can‘t even remember if I’m in pain (I know stuff constantly and quickly starts hurting but that’s probably normal in most cases and I also have a really high pain tolerance).

My body can do things it‘s apparently not supposed to do though

But I feel it with the cane, cause my wrist always sort of wobbles cause it’s really not stable. So I tried applying tape today, but only went to the very near grocery store that takes like a minute to walk to. So I don’t really know how much it has helped yet regarding walking with the cane. I do feel more comfortable though, and I think it‘s also helping me with writing and drawing

(On the video I watched the guy explained what the hypermobile thing in that hand he was showing it on is exactly, what it would look like if it wasn‘t hypermobile and what the tape is gonna do. And my thumb has the exact position that is a result of the joint being hypermobile (so like my suspicion doesn’t seem to be too wrong)

Since noon I had a really really bad headache that felt like my skull was split open and my brain crushed. So really not nice. I took 1,5 ibuprofen and later one paracetamol but nothing helped.

Then I tested myself cause I remembered that the only time I had such a bad headache was when I had COVID and boom! Positive

So yeah. I‘ll stay in bed tomorrow (and my head hurts so fucking much. I hate it)

I‘ll send you pics when the order gets here if you want! :D

But two pairs of Doc Martens sounds very nice!

A really sweet and funny story:

A friend of mine asked me to explain Ghost (as in, explain everything).

Three days ago I sent a video of like a few clips of Jutty, one of which being this clip in which he is like “unfollowing is bullying“ and “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨“

And since then, we‘ve constantly been sending “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨” back and forth (then we started to send the clip as a only one time viewable video so it wouldn’t be visible beforehand).

Today, I cut off the beginning of an edit and put that clip behind that to hide it and sent it to them. They have also hidden it in a poll on WhatsApp already

It turned into a game and we can‘t stop laughing about it because it‘s so fucking silly xD (it‘s practically like Rick-rolling)

wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨

(You just got wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨-ed. You‘re welcome xD)

~ @owlishanon

I'm glad it's still going well! It's good that it gives you so much peace of mind and that you feel confident doing what you need to do now without worrying that something awful is going to happen. But I'm so sorry that you have COVID! It's rotten. I hope you get lots of rest and your headache doesn't last too long. Sleep and drink lots of water! You can definitely send me pictures of the stuff you get when it comes in! I always love to see people's hauls! I am very excited about my docs. I paid $140 for both pairs, which is like half of one what one of them costs brand new. I feel VERY lucky about it. One pair is rusty orange suede, they're short boots. Great for every day. The other are standard black knee highs which have been my dream boots since, like, forever (I've owed many, many pairs of knee high lace-up boots, but none of them were Docs). The wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨 thing has me giggling. Thank you for that. What a great joke to have with your friends, seriously. Fucking Jutty. He kills me in the best ways.

[zehecatl]

writing again both fills me with joy, and intense 'wow i'm actually stupid' feelings

like idk if it's because i'm rusty, but words feel a lot harder to put together lately. doesn't help i've been having headaches again. it's frustrating, but- what can you do

[hawkinshighdropout]

All Within My Hands.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Y/N gets chronic migraines, they've happened for years and it's only getting worse. Nothing makes Y/N feel any better, so Eddie offers himself up as another form of distraction from the pain... Finger fucking ensues. Spoiler!!

Warnings: There are (2) mentions of sick in this story, it's just Y/N feeling nauseous, nothing is graphic and no one actually throws up, Y/N just feels sick. I know people are sensitive to vomit so if even the thought of it triggers you, please do not read. This has smut towards the end so 18+ only. No minors are permitted to read this. This is kinda fluff/smutty content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @boomhauer. "Alright: reader and Eddie are friends and don’t know they like each other. Until reader gets a migraine and Eddie decides to help her out by getting her off. “I don’t know, I read it somewhere that it cures headaches!”

Bonus: This is my first time writing smut and I'm not very good at it, so sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations. I'm just an awkward person so I can't write very convincing smut, I apologise. Hopefully y'all can enjoy anyways! <3

Word Count: 4.4k

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“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble pathetically, sitting in the office of the school nurse. Sunglasses on your face to shield you at least somewhat from the piercing white lights above you.

Another migraine, you were prone to suffering from chronic migraines since you were a lot younger. Usually, they would only last a couple hours, a day at maximum, but recently they were persistent and caused you to deal with them for longer periods of time. Nothing seemed to shift them anymore, not water, rest, the dark, medicine, iron rich foods, nothing. It was getting to the stage where you’d have to walk around in sunglasses and noise cancelling headphones just so you could function through them.

The nurse looked at you with concern on her face, reaching over and grabbing out the trash can to pass to you just in case you were going to puke. Luckily it was just a wave of nausea, and nothing came up, but the nurse was in the process of writing you a note to go home early as it was. She could tell that you didn’t need to be here suffering like this when you couldn’t even sit up right without wanting to hurl.

“Do you have someone who can drive you home, love?” the nurse questioned.

Taking a moment to think before mumbling a weak “Eddie…” to her, she then excused herself from the office to head to the principal’s office to get them to make an announcement to bring him from class to where you were. It didn’t take long for the nurse to come back to you, it make you smile a little at the overhead announcement, knowing that everyone would assume Munson was in trouble rather than what he was needed for.

“Eddie Munson, please report to the Principal’s office immediately.”

The class he was sitting in filled with chuckles or comments about how he was in trouble again, Eddie groaned in annoyance before packing away his things and leaving class to report to the office.

“Son of a bitch” he hissed, walking down the halls in a mild tantrum.

The nurse intercepted Eddie before he made it all the way to the office, smiling and reassuring him that he wasn’t in trouble, this time. She explained that you needed a ride home and his demeanour softened instantly. Looking up from your place on the bench as the door opened, Eddie wandered in, backpack flung over his shoulder before he swipes up your bag from the floor.

“Come on then, let’s get you outta here.” He said, tone soft as the nurse passed you your absence note, along with a note for Eddie to explain why he was leaving school in the middle of the day.

You thank the nurse, quickly going to the front desk to hand in your notes and checkout for the rest of the day. Eddie walked with you to his van, putting both your bags in the trunk before opening the door for you so you can climb in, following suit and starting up the engine.

The short drive back to your place was more uncomfortable than normal. Each speed bump made you want to throw up, and the heat from the car made you sweat under your collar, Eddie had been meaning to fix the AC, he just hadn’t gotten around to it just yet.

“Home sweet home” he smiled, pulling up on your driveway and shutting the engine off. Grabbing your bags and helping you out of the car, you both head inside and he makes a point to shut the door quietly behind you rather than the slamming he usually did.

He followed you straight up to your bedroom, which was dark and cold due to the curtains being closed for a couple days now. Your bag placed alongside his on the study table, you placed your glasses on the nightstand before kicking off your shoes and falling into bed. Groaning in delight as you did, nothing could beat the cold sheets against your body when you felt this shitty.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks…” Your voice muffled by your pillow as you shake your head, you were all out of options as nothing had been making it better recently. You were almost fed up with trying. “Sledgehammer? I dunno.”

He laughed a little at that, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind you both before he sat beside you on the bed. Reaching over and brushing your hair away from your eyes as he looked at you with a concerned expression. He wanted to help but he truly didn’t know what he could suggest that might make you feel better in this situation.

“Have you had meds?” he asked.

“Yup.” You respond, half-heartedly.

“Food? Water?”

You nod again.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

Another nod.

“Are you under any stress?” he queried.

“I wasn’t, but now I feel like I’m being interrogated so maybe a little stress…” Raising your brow at him and peaking one eye open in his direction, trying to make light of the agony you were in, he smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, just trying to help. Uh… Maybe some weed?” he suggests.

You weren’t a smoker; you didn’t drink alcohol or take any drugs. He knew this too, he was just desperate for a solution to your problems as none of the more traditional remedies were helping you, clearly. Shaking your head in response, slumping back down into your pillows whilst he thought.

“Head?” he suggested, voice playful at the mere thought.

“Excuse me?!” you said a lot louder than expected, caught completely off guard at his suggestion, causing you to wince as your head begun to pound in reaction to your previous query.

“I don’t know, man! I’ve heard that it’s good for migraines and stuff because it makes your body relax. Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” hands up in the air as he got defensive, keeping his voice hushed so he wouldn’t disturb you.

Screwing up your face in disgust, you hadn’t ever even thought about trying that. The last thing you’d want at a time like this is someone between your legs, when you are dizzy and sensitive and wanting to vomit, you can’t imagine even attempting to be sexy or intimate.

“It was just a suggestion.” He laughed to himself, seeing your reaction to his option, you rolled your eyes playfully at his typically perverted ways.

Eddie spent a little longer trying to suggest things that might make you feel better, but all were things you had either already tried, or didn’t want to try. Such as getting in the bath or going for a walk to get fresh air, you didn’t have the energy to even attempt those things.

So, you both settled on just lying in your bed, you on your stomach and faceplanting the pillows, Eddie on his back looking up at the ceiling as you relaxed in peace and quiet.

——

You didn’t know who fell asleep first, or how long you had been asleep, all you knew is that it was kinda late and that you really needed to get up and pee. A groan coming from you as the moment your eyes were open, your head begun to pound again. Sitting up slowly with a wince on your face, you pull your hair away from your face into a low bun and let out an overdramatic sigh.

“Morning, Cranky” Eddie mumbled to you, peaking just one eye open from where he was laying on his back outside of the covers, glancing at his watch before looking back up at you “we napped like… three hours?”

The sun was just beginning to set outside, and you didn’t stop for a second to wonder if your parents had ever come home from work, all you knew was your bladder was screaming for your attention.

“Be right back, gotta pee.” You mumbled, prying yourself out of the comfort of the sheets to head to the bathroom. Doing your business, flushing and washing your hands before coming back into your bedroom to see Eddie now sat up in your bed with a smile on his face.

“Still hurting, hm?” he asks, clearly referring to your migraine, “I’m still suggesting you try the whole ‘head’ thing, it’s the only thing you haven’t tried apart from weed!” he insisted playfully.

You grab the pillow from the end of the bed and throw it his way with a soft giggle, stripping off your sweater as you had gotten far too warm in your sleep. You change out of your jeans in favour of just laying about in your oversized shirt and underwear, far too clammy to change into anything further.

“Stop trying to get into my pants!” you giggle again, shaking your head in playful disapproval before laying back in the sheets.

“I’m not, I’m just saying—” he started, the death glare you gave him soon shut down the idea, watching as he climbed out of the bed and wandered to the door “okay, okay, I’ll be back…” he snorts as he leaves the room.

A few minutes pass and he comes back with a cookie, Tylenol, and a fresh bottle of water. Passing all of those items to you as it had been a while since your last dose, but he didn’t want you taking anything on an empty stomach in case it made things worse. You quietly ate the cookie, took the meds and sipped at the water until it was almost completely empty, clearly far thirstier than you thought.

“Thank you” you said gratefully, Eddie just smiled across at you as if to say that it wasn’t a big deal.

“A hot bath might help?” he suggests, you shrug your shoulders at the thought as you didn’t want to go through the effort of running one. It was as if he could read your mind, he stood up and went into your bathroom and started the process of running you a hot bubble bath before you could even object.

You only moved once he called out that it was ready, scooting yourself off the end of the bed as you followed the voice. The bath was full and smelled of lavender with bubbles threatening to overflow the tub, a few candle on the sink to light the room so you weren’t subjected to the harsh light of the bathroom ceiling.

“Thank you” you smile, looking around at the effort that he had gone to to ensure that you would be okay, he excuses himself and allows you the privacy to undress and to bathe in peace.

Eddie would stay seated on your bed which was just out of visual distance from where you occupied the bath, the pair of you talking through the open doorway as you washed yourself. You feel your cheeks flush pink and your eyes go a little wide once you are ready to get out of the bath as you realise you didn’t have a towel.

“Uh… Ed? Can I have a towel please?” you call out, hearing the squeak of the bed as he comes to the rescue with a clean towel from the linen closet, stepping into the bathroom to hand it to you.

“Thank you” you offer whilst taking the towel in your hand, bath already in the process of draining when you raise yourself out of the tub, wrapping the warm towel around your middle.

Eddie clears his throat and quickly turns away from you to hide his red cheeks, having accidentally caught a glimpse of your wet and naked torso as you were climbing out to reach the towel he offered you. Watching him wander back to the bed to take the attention away from the situation as you closed the door and dried yourself off, eventually tugging on clean underwear and an oversized t shirt to sleep in later.

“Want me to throw on a movie?” he asked, to which you called out a soft “yeah!” and watched as he slipped out of your bed towards your tv. He took a couple of minutes deciding before laying on his back with his arm around your shoulders once you had joined him back in your bed, curling up into him for comfort and warmth.

The movie was just over halfway finished when you let out another grumpy sigh, irritated with the fact this pounding pain in your head hadn’t decided to shift. You were sick and tired of being so uncomfortable and in pain that you looked up at Eddie with the softest pout on your lips.

“Still hurting, huh?” he asks, nodding your head in response, “anything I can do?” his voice gentle, clearly he is desperate to try and fix this for you. You shake your head this time. “Want me to get outta here so you can see if rubbing one out helps?” he chuckles, making you blush.

“Shut up, idiot.” You giggle, smacking him lightly on the chest before wrapping your arm tighter around him to make it clear that you didn’t want him to leave you.

Not more than another ten to fifteen minutes pass before you are groaning in discomfort again. Hiding your face against his chest to shield yourself from any sound or light coming from the screen. Eddie pauses the movie, shuts off the screen so the room is dark and silent, turning his full attention back to you.

“Y/N… This isn’t good…” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back and does his best to comfort you. You sigh, you knew this wasn’t good, this wasn’t exactly a blast for you to have to deal with for this long. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

You shrug your shoulders. It had gotten to the point where you were so uncomfortable and in pain that you were willing to try anything. Well, almost anything.

“Maybe I should just do thing you keep suggesting, anything is worth a damn try at this point!” Glancing up at him with an annoyed look on your face, not at him, at the situation you are in, you let out a disgruntled little noise.

“Want me to head home?” He offers, not wanting to be the person in the way or stopping you from getting any intimate time alone to attempt to cure your pain.

“No! No.. I don’t wanna be alone when I feel this shitty.” You pout, a quizzicle look on his face as he’s watching you.

“I can’t exactly just sit here though, can I? I can’t just sit and watch you doing your thing, that’s weird, isn’t it?” His tone doesn’t sound so sure of himself.

You were friends, best friends, you told each other everything and knew everything about the other. This was crossing the line… Right? Having him sitting right beside you whilst you’re doing that to yourself? That’s gotta be weird and a boundary you’re crossing even by asking… Right?

“I mean, I don’t know…” both of you had matching nervous energies and flustered pink cheeks as you avoided eye contact, the pair of you staring at your own hands whilst you fumbled through the conversation.

“Unless I just do it for you?” He offers, words tumbling out of his mouth before he’s even gotten a chance to think them through, both of you suddenly wide eyed and looking at each other.

“What?!” you softly squeak.

“I. Uh. Nothing, nothing.” He tried to backtrack, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward little laugh. You both sit in silence for a couple moments before you turn to him a little.

“You really wanna do that? For me?” Looking him up and down to see if he’s was just messing about or truly interested in helping you out in probably the most intimate way imaginable.

“I mean, why not? What could go wrong? You’re in pain, it might help you, it’s not a big deal… I don’t know” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and looking back down at his lap.

“Won’t that totally ruin the friendship and make things awkward if you’ve seen me in that way?” You ask shyly.

“Not if we don’t let it? Consider it a favour? You need help, I’m helping you. Next time I need like… help passing a class, you can slide me the answer sheet and call it even?” He lets out an awkward and not fully committed laugh.

You take a few seconds to think about it before the pounding in your head comes back, causing you to nod quickly in agreement.

“Okay… Deal.”

——

Looking up from your spot on the bed as your bedroom door shuts, a shy smile on Eddie’s face as he’s coming back into the room after having peeked downstairs to see if your parents were home or not… they weren’t.

You were alone, home alone with Eddie.

You were laying in the centre of your bed on your back, head in the pillows as you’re looking up at your best friend who came walking towards you, he sits beside you on the bed with his hand pressing to your thigh. Giving you a comforting squeeze as he looks down at you.

“Coast is clear” he announces softly, the both of you smiling like goofballs at one another.

He shuffles a little higher up the bed so he’s on his knees beside you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek instead. His thumb brushing back and forth along your cheekbone to soothe your nerves as you’re giggling at each other, trying to see who will step up and initiate anything.

You’d never thought about Eddie sexually before, he was your buddy. Your best friend. It was always affectionate but platonic, but something about the way he’s looking at you right now? You couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it was nerves? But there was a hint of excitement too.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, you immediately nod your head and close your eyes as he comes closer to you.

Eddie leaned down, tilting his head to the side and connecting your lips in a few tender kisses, you giggle into each others mouths as the nervous energy takes over. It was sweet that he didn’t want to rush you, he didn’t just get the job done and leave, he wanted to ease you into it and make sure you’re comfortable.

One of your hands cupped the back of his head and tangled in his long locks, holding him closer as you kiss one another. Massaging your fingertips against his scalp as his hand would slip up and down your bare thigh, causing you to shiver a little in response. He shuffled around slightly so that he’s laying on his side beside you, hand sneaking up under the hem of your shirt to lift the fabric up a little. His fingertips now trailing back and forth along the waistband of your underwear, waiting for your permission to go any further.

Nodding your head a little in the kiss, he’s shyly sliding his hand into the waistband of your underwear, his warm hand cupping your mound whilst his fingers would delicately swipe up and down your folds whilst you kissed one another. A little hitch of your breath makes him smile, playfully tugging at your lower lip with his teeth before kissing the skin, his fingertips moving in slow circles around your clit to start you off.

It didn’t take long for you to start to let out little noises at his touches, grinding lightly against his hand as he would alternate between massaging your clit or teasing his fingers up and down your slit. His fingers taking little time at all to become soaked by you, him kissing along your jawline whilst working towards your ear.

“May I?” He whispers, you nod in response.

He’s careful with you, delicately sliding his middle finger inside of you whilst replacing the pressure on your clit to include his thumb. He massages your bundle of nerves whilst working the finger in and out of you, curling his finger up to brush against your weak spot.

You’re groaning and dropping your head back in the pillows, legs spread open for him whilst he’s moving his finger in and out of you in a slow and steady pattern. Your underwear still on, meaning he can’t pull too far away before he’s hitting the fabric, you were grateful for the barrier keeping him close.

Easing a second finger into you, he’s slipping them in and out at a constant pace whilst his thumb would alternate between circling and rubbing your clit. His name falling from your mouth over and over, causing him to grin proudly down at you at the sound. Eddie was solid in his pants, but this wasn’t about him, this was about you. He didn’t even hint or reference himself, focusing on helping you out instead.

“M-More, please…” you whimpered, loving the stretch that his fingers cussed inside of you, your body twitching as your breathing quickened from his touch.

He smiled fondly down at you, inching his ring finger alongside his index and middle to stretch you out, the three long digits make you pulse around his fingers whilst you’re hiding in his neck and whimpering. He dropped your clit in favour of softly pumping his fingers in and out of you, a slightly quicker pace than before as he could feel you clenching around him.

One of your own hands slide between your legs so you could rub your clit whilst he took control of your needy entrance, the pair of you working together to bring you the pleasure you had craved for a while. Your lips soon connecting to muffle your noises as you felt yourself getting closer, body shaking and breathing heavily as you cursed and moaned into Eddie’s mouth. You were trying to fight it and hold back on your climax as you wanted to enjoy this for longer, but the rhythmic strums of his fingers inside of you pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me?” Eddie mumbled into the kiss with a fond smile on his face, pulling back to look down at you whilst he angled his fingers a little deeper.

“Oh, shit!” You curse softly, rubbing your clit feverishly whilst he admired the way you fell apart under him. Your muscles tense up before you drop your head back and curse a little louder for him. Suddenly your walls spasm around his fingers and you’re gushing out around his digits, trembling under him as you’re gasping for air.

He lets out a soft noise of approval at the sight of you, finger fucking you through your climax until you’re whimpering from how sensitive you are. Your hands dropping back to your sides before Eddie slows his hand to a stop, slipping his fingers from you in favour of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Yeah, that was hot. Any better?” He asks, a cocky smile on his face as you look the most relaxed you’ve been in days. Nodding your head tiredly as you look up at him with flushed cheeks and a giggle.

“Mhm, a little… Thank you.” You mumble.

Eddie laughs, half out of arrogance for being right. Half because you look so cute when you’re all spaced out and comfortable. He’s just glad he could have helped you. Leaning down, he presses a few kisses to your forehead before he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Looking up at him as he comes back into the room, a confused look on your face as he’s bringing a towel. You lift your hips when he’s hooking his fingers into your underwear, watching as he slips them down your thighs and throws them to the floor. Spreading your legs, he’s delicately wiping your wetness with the towel to clean you up.

A smile on his face as you’re making soft noises or twitching away from him, kissing both of your knees once you were all dry and ready for bed. Taking your underwear and the towel and throwing them in the laundry, before he comes back to the room and sits beside you on your bed once more.

“Did this ruin our friendship?” You ask, a small and nervous look on your face, laying on your side so you’re both face to face.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, cupping your face in his hand and stroking his thumb along your skin whilst pressing a kiss to your nose, “if anything, it brought us closer.”

You smiled bashfully across at him, giving him a gentle kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his midsection so you’re cuddling as close as possible with him.

“Do you… Do you need anything?” You look down at his crotch and then back up at him, gesturing to the fact that you could feel he was hard against your thigh.

He’s shaking his head immediately, chuckling as he kisses your forehead once more, reassuring you that he was going to be alright.

“I’m good. This was about you, I’m just glad I was right and you’re all good now. We can worry about me another time.” Eddie says fondly, bumping your noses together before he pecks your lips.

“Are you sure?” Voice unsure of yourself, not wanting him to feel like this was one sided and like he wasn’t allowed to voice his feelings just because you didn’t feel good.

“I promise, sweetheart.” He confirms.

“Okay.. Thank you.” You giggle, realising the reality of what had just happened. Your best friend on the planet had just finger fucked you into an orgasm to soothe your headache. The both of you quietly laughing into the arms of one another as this can’t be your reality.

“Munson 1. Migraine 0.” He says proudly.

You just kiss him to stop the bragging rights he’s already trying to cash in on, giggling into his mouth before pulling away to grin up at him. Eddie pulls the blankets over the both of you and slumps against your chest, his arms around you as he yawns like a big cat.

“So, about those math answers…” he says innocently, already trying to cash in his end of the deal of you helping him pass a class.

“Consider them yours.” You mumble tiredly.

[buckybleu]

✦ coffee and bagels ✦

pairing: Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: You and Shang-Chi are crushing on each other, but won't do anything about it...so Katy steps in.

a/n: I've always written fics/drabbles in my drafts but never really posted them. After watching Shang-Chi, I've been excited to write and possibly post! I'm a bit rusty, but hope you enjoy.

reblog/like/feedback are greatly appreciated! ✨

word count: 928

It wasn't an early start to the day. But with last night’s shenanigans with Katy and Shang-Chi at the karaoke bar, your hangover was not your friend today at work. Groaning, you rub your temples in hopes of reliving the monstrous headaches.

Coffee would be nice right now, maybe a muf—

As if the heavens heard your request, a cup of coffee slid across the reception desk before you could finish your thought. Looking up, Shang-Chi smiles brightly while holding a bagel bag out to you.

“For your hangover, you need it.” Shang-Chi laughs, “Black coffee with a splash of milk and sugar. Bagel with light cream cheese.”

“You remember.” You smile, taking a sip of your coffee. “Oh god, that’s good! I don’t know how I’d last today without a caffeine boost.”

“It’s a ‘sorry for keeping you out so late, but thanks for karaoke’ apology.”

“Well if it means I get a coffee and bagel every time, then I’ll always join you for karaoke.”

You were never one to turn down an invite from Shang-Chi and Katy. They were always a blast to hang out with and great drinking partners. The first time you went out with them was one to remember, mainly because it intensified your crush on Shang-Chi

“Hotel California” lyrics were playing on the screen and Katy and Shang-Chi were singing their hearts out. Katy was very insistent that you hangout out with her and her friend Shang-Chi. You’ve met Katy while working at the hotel and have seen Shang-Chi a few times in the lobby or when passing by valet. Shang-Chi always wore a smile when you saw him, giving a wink here and there. There was no lie in how handsome the man is, and the thought of being in a confined room with him made you nervous.

Alcohol was running through your veins and the nervousness in your bones were long gone. You watched your friends sing, specifically admiring the way the neon light bounced off of Shang-Chi’s face. Shang-Chi suddenly turns to you, grabs your hand, and looks into your eyes while singing the lyrics.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Though you knew it was just him singing, you couldn’t help the feeling that Shang-Chi was singing to you. The sound of your heart beating rapidly ringed in your ear; if you had drank a little more, you’d probably kiss him then and there

“You gotta stop staring at her. Why don’t you just ask her out?” Katy questions, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Shang-Chi stares wildly at Katy as if she had asked him to rob a bank. “What?! Why would I... I can’t...what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m not blind, you’re always giving her the googly eyes or looking at her like a lovesick puppy. Wait, are you sick, are you in love?” Katy places her hand on Shang-Chi’s forehead, which he quickly pushes off.

“Would you stop that, I’m not in love okay?! Not yet at least” Shang-Chi looks down at his food, mumbling the last part to himself. “Why would a girl like her, be into a guy who parks cars for a living?”

“Because a little birdy told me she also has the hots for you too…” Katy sings.

Shang-Chi lifts his head, trying to process the words his best friend just said.

“God, this is so sad. I’m taking this into my own hands.” Katy gets up from the table, dragging Shang-Chi with her.

“Wait! Where are we going?” Shang-Chi looks around, trying to process his surroundings, before he recognizes they’re in the lobby. “Hold on...wait...How are you this strong!? I can’t ask her out, she’s way out of my leag—.”

Katy shoves Shang-Chi in front of the desk you’re standing behind, both giving you a little wave. You laugh at their antics, curious to why they’re not enjoying their lunch, but in the lobby.

“Hi y/n, quick question. Did you or did you not drunkenly confess to me that you find Shang-Chi incredibly handsome and how his lips are soft and kissable?”

Your eyes go wide at Katy’s question. You had forgotten your drunk confession to Katy that night on the way home. Now bits of your memory come back, remembering how you told her you “wanted to kiss Shang-Chi’s soft lips” and “loved the way his eyes twinkled in the neon lights.”

“And you,” Katy turns to Shang-Chi, finger pointed “Just ask her out already. If I have to watch you stare at her any longer, I’m going to be gray and shriveled.”

You and Shang-Chi stare at each other, not sure what you just heard was true. Words form and fall at the tip of your tongues, unsure of what to do. Katy claps her hand, “Okay, my job is done. You guys can figure the rest out.” She walks back to her lunch, leaving you two alone.

“So uhm..haha” Shang-Chi laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, Katy was just saying...uhm jokin—”

“Do you want to grab coffee tomorrow morning...with me?” you ask.

“Like a date?”

“Uh, I mean..it doesn’t...yes. Like a date.” There was no turning back at this point. Your heart was pounding while you were wringing your hands.

Smiling, Shang-Chi gets a surge of confidence at your nervous state. “As long as you tell more about how handsome you think I am and how ‘soft and kissable my lips’ are.”

[hessafeelsfordayss]

Unrequited - Stiles x Reader (Part 1 of 3)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You get the courage to finally tell Stiles about your feelings for him.

Author's Note: Hey guys! It's been so long since I've written or posted anything on here, or on any other site for that matter, so I apologize if my writing is a little rusty right now. I'm just now getting back into writing, so try not to judge too harshly... hopefully the more practice I have the better the stories will be! Notes, feedback, constructive critism, etc. are always welcome, all I ask is that you please be respectful. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! ❤

Today was the day you would finally do it.

Today was the day that you would finally tell him how you feel.

Nervous butterflies erupt in your stomach as you think of what you're going to say.

How will he react?

Will he return your feelings?

You don't know what possessed you to want to tell him today of all days, especially after all the times you've held the truth from him, you're just happy that you finally gained the courage to do it. Something you honestly never saw happening.

A loud horn blares, effectively bringing you out of your thoughts.

You look out the window and see Stiles sitting in Roscoe, waving excitedly at you.

Waving back you send him a smile, holding up a finger to indicate that you are on your way down and will be there in a minute.

You grabbed your School bag, before running down the stairs and hugging your parents goodbye. You wish them a good day and tell them you love them before running out the door.

"Hey, what's got you in such a good mood?" Stiles teases while watching you climb into his passenger seat.

You roll your eyes playfully before shutting the door and leaning over to hug him.

He always smells so good. Like a perfect mixture of men's cologne and mint.

"No particular reason. Just have a feeling that today is going to be a good day."

Stiles chuckles and nods before setting the jeep in reverse and pulling out of your driveway.

"Yeah? Not for me. I have a test in Trigonometry today, which I'm so looking forward to."

You giggle at his sarcasm, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"You're gonna do great, Sti. You're one of the smartest people I know."

He shoots you a playful look, "Yeah, well that doesn't give me much confidence, considering you know five people at most, myself included."

A scorned look crosses your features before a scoff of faux disbelief leaves your parted lips.

"Yeah, well you should be lucky to be one of those five people. I'm amazing." You flip your hair dramatically, Stiles glancing at you out of the corner of his eye with a small smirk on his lips.

"Yeah... amazingly shy." He snickers.

You turn in your seat so that you're fully facing him, nudging his shoulder in a playful shove.

"You ass, I'm trying to be encouraging here."

He laughs a second more before becoming more serious and sending you an appreciative smile.

He rests his hand atop yours that is currently still resting on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze in thanks.

"Thanks, Y/N. That truly does mean a lot coming from you." He glances towards you and sends you a warm smile, his whiskey eyes holding a glint of adoration.

The smile you return is just as warm.

"Always, Stiles. Just telling the truth."

He smiles and squeezes your hand one last time before placing his hand back on the wheel.

You try not to let your heart sink as you bring your hand back, telling yourself that it's just a safety precaution he's doing so you both don't crash.

Your cheeks heat up a little in embarrassment, but you quickly try to distract yourself from your negative thoughts by turning on the radio.

You turn the rock station on, Stiles grimacing from his seat.

"Why do you listen to this garbage?"

You scoff, "Garbage?"

"Yes, garbage." He chuckles sending you a sideways glance. "This kind of music is headache central."

"I'll have you know that Nirvana is a classic. I can't be responsible for your lack of education in the greats."

You turn the radio up and obnoxiously sing along to 'Feels Like Teen Spirit', while headbanging and acting like you're playing the drums.

Stiles bursts out laughing, turning to watch you in amusement, you quickly joining in on the laughter.

"The greats, huh?" He smirks to himself, shaking his head while pulling into the School's parking lot.

"You're something else, Y/N."

You both hop out of the jeep and are met with the rest of the pack who are patiently waiting on the two of you to get there.

You greet everyone with hugs and small talk, not having to go in just yet, seeing as School has not yet begun.

You turn to look for Stiles, your heart dropping to your stomach when you see him standing across from you, a lovesick look on his face, only his eyes weren't on you.

They were once again on the strawberry blonde who stood beside you, talking about getting your nails done after School.

You half-heartedly agree, your eyes not straying from Stiles. His remained on Lydia, looking at her as if she placed the stars in the sky.

You feel tears gather in your eyes, but quickly blink them away, turning to look in the opposite direction of him.

You discretely wipe your nose before looking back to Lydia who is still talking about getting your nails done and maybe going shopping afterward.

Of course, he was looking at her. Why wouldn't he be? She's perfect in every sense.

Unknowingly your eyes travel down her body, and you notice that she's every man's dream.

With her long strawberry blonde hair, big beautiful green eyes that are accented by long pretty eyelashes. You watch as Lydia laughs at something Allison said, her teeth perfectly white and straight not a flaw in sight, your eyes then travel to her pouty mouth that's always covered in pink or red lipstick. Her body is short and petite, and she's curvy in all the right places.

Not only is she beautiful, but she's also a genius and is one of the bravest people you had ever met.

You insecurely look down at your own body and think of all the flaws that you have. You wouldn't say you're ugly per se, but you're no Lydia Martin.

The more you counted your flaws off in your head, the more you realized it was probably a bad idea telling Stiles how you feel.

There's no way you could ever compare to Lydia.

But then your mind traveled back to all the times and instances that made you believe there was a chance he might feel the same way.

There have been times when it seemed glaringly obvious that he could return your feelings.

Like how you've seen him gaze at you when he thought you weren't looking.

And not just looking at you, but staring at and observing you for long periods of time. When you would catch him, he would blush and quickly turn his head as if you caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing.

You and Stiles have been best friends for years, so it's not a weird occurrence for one of you to spend the night at the other's house.

Scott too has joined in on these sleepovers sometimes.

But when you have a sleepover, Stiles always has to be in the same bed as you, and he always has to cuddle you.

He won't let you sleep anywhere else but with him, not even on the couch or with Scott.

Well except there was this one time that Scott needed someone with him because he was having a really bad night, you ended up staying and talking with him until you both fell asleep.

When you woke up that night you realized you were sandwiched between Scott and Stiles.

Scott was facing the other direction away from you two, whereas Stiles was behind you, his strong arm wrapped protectively around you, your backside flush against his front. His head nestled between your neck and shoulder, soft little puffs of air being felt against your neck as he lightly snored.

It's become such a habit that you and Stiles rarely ever slept without the other anymore.

Either Stiles would sneak into your room and stay the night, or you would go over to his house and stay with him.

Last night was an exception though, your parents needed you home to help them with some things around the house, and Stiles was grounded and couldn't leave because his dad was home.

You guess that's one of the reasons you decided to finally tell Stiles how you feel... because no normal best friends do that. At least, none that you've ever heard of.

But now, standing here watching him watch Lydia, maybe you're in over your head.

Maybe he will only ever see you as a friend and you read too much into things.

But a small voice keeps telling you that you still need to tell him.

You won't ever truly know unless you try.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair to you or to Stiles if you keep this secret any longer.

"Y/N... did you hear any of what we just said?" Allison asks, an amused look covering her soft features.

You blink rapidly and quickly look away from Stiles, praying to God that no one saw you staring at him for so long.

"No, sorry, I zoned out. I was thinking about which nail style and colors I want to get.."

Lydia smirks and nods approvingly before wrapping her arm through yours.

"Don't worry, there are so many options to choose from and if you can't decide Ally and I will help you."

Everyone starts walking towards the building, but you slow your steps and look back at Stiles who is engaged in a conversation with Scott.

It's now or never.

You gently unwrap your arm from Lydia's and send an apologetic look at her confusion.

"Sorry, I just need to do something real quick. You guys can go ahead and I'll catch up."

She sends a slight nod before grabbing Allison and them heading into the building.

You stand off to the side and watch the rest of the students filter in through the doors.

"Stiles.." You walk over to where he and Scott are heading inside, gently grabbing his arm to stop him.

He stops mid-sentence and looks at you, his sweet smile of greeting slowly turning to confusion when he sees your nervous demeanor.

"Hey, Y/N. What's up?"

"I.. um.. is there any way I can talk to you," You shoot Scott an apologetic look, "Alone?"

Scott nods understandingly, before hugging you both and saying he will see you both in class.

You watch Scott's retreating figure with bated breath, the same butterflies from this morning returning tenfold as you realize you're about to confess your feelings to not only your long-time crush but to your best friend as well.

God, you feel like you're going to throw up.

"Hey.." Stiles gently places his hand on your face and turns you towards him, worry clouding his beautiful amber eyes.

"Are you okay? You're pale.."

You softly smile and bring your hand up to cup his that's still resting on your cheek.

"I'm okay.. just nervous is all." You reply a little breathlessly.

Stiles's worried look slowly relaxes and he sends you a gentle smile.

"Well, there's no reason to be nervous with me, Y/N. It's just me, your best friend. You can tell me anything, you know that."

You take a deep breath and try to steady your heart.

You slowly pull your hand away from his, watching as he pulls his hand back to his side.

Now or never.

"About that, that's kind of what I was wanting to talk to you about."

His worried expression returns, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"You still want to be my friend, right? I told you from the beginning you're stuck with me.." He trails off nervously.

"Yes, of course, Sti. Nothing could ever change that."

His worried expression relaxes a little more.

Just rip the bandaid off.

"Stiles, there's been something I've been keeping from you for a while now. I did it because I was afraid I would lose your friendship, but the agony of keeping this from you, of always wondering 'what if', has become too unbearable. I also realize that it's not fair to you nor myself if I continue to withhold this secret from you.."

You watch him watch you as he slowly takes in the words you're saying. He nods letting you know that he's listening and for you to go on.

"I... I love you, Stiles."

His whole body sags in relief and he lets out a small chuckle at how worked up you both got.

"Shit, you scared me. I love you too Y/N. That's not exactly a secret though, considering we tell each other all the time."

"No, Stiles. I don't mean like a friend. I mean, I love you. As in, I'm in love with you."

Your breath comes out shuddered, while Stiles just stands there like a deer caught in headlights.

His eyes are wide, and his mouth is opening and closing repeatedly. If the situation wasn't so nerve-wracking you would almost say it was comical.

For once in your life of knowing him, Stiles Stilinski was speechless.

"Stiles... now would be a good time to say something." You bite your lip nervously, continuing to wait patiently for him to say something.

The longer he takes to respond, the more your heart sinks. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I.. wha-.. when?" His eyes shut and he shakes his head as if that will clear his mind.

"Well, I've always had feelings for you. Ever since the day we met in Ms. Georgia's classroom. I guess my feelings just grew over time. I don't even really know when my feelings became so strong. I just remember one day you went from being my dorky best friend who always made me smile, to the guy who always made my heart flutter and who I started to envision having a future with. I remember during one of our cuddle sessions, how I just kept thinking that you felt like home to me, and I wanted to stay in your arms for the rest of my life."

Stiles watches you with a pained look on his face.

"Y/N, I... I love you. So damn much.. and I would do anything for you because you mean the world to me... But I don't think I see you in that way. I don't think I see anyone but Lydia in that way. It's always been Lydia.."

Tears gathered in his eyes as he watched you shut down in front of him.

Your nervous yet hopeful smile fell, your beautiful eyes that were so full of life had dulled and filled with tears as your heart shattered.

You knew this would happen, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

Your arms wrap around yourself almost as if protecting yourself, eyes cast to the ground as you willed yourself not to break down and cry in front of him.

"Oh.. uh, y- yeah that's okay." Your small voice cracked and you felt like someone was crushing your ribs.

You felt physically ill.

"Thank you for being honest with me."

Stiles's heart felt like it was being crushed in his chest, watching the strongest person he knows crumble before him, all because of him.

He goes to reach out to touch you, but you quickly step back and shake your head no, sending him an apologetic look.

No longer able to hold your emotions in, a stream of tears fall down your cheeks.

If Stiles wasn't heartbroken before, he was now.

"Y/N.." His voice breaks, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch you. To be able to hold you.

You bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling before looking into his tear-filled eyes.

"It's okay Stiles. I don't blame you, and I'm not mad at you. I appreciate you for being honest with me."

You take a couple of steps back, watching in agony as Stiles stands there, lips wobbling and tears falling to the ground.

"Where are you going?"

You sniffle and wipe your tears the best you can on the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt.

You truly don't blame Stiles, but that doesn't mean you can handle being around him right now. You're pretty sure you won't be able to be around him for a while.

"I'm just going to head home, I'm feeling kind of sick right now."

He unconsciously takes a step forward.

"I drove you here, let me take you home."

"No, I'm just going to walk. I need to clear my head. Besides, you have that test today." You force yourself to chuckle slightly, trying to show him that you don't blame him.

After all, you can't choose who you love and don't love.

"No, just, please. Please let me take you home." His hands run through his hair in a panicked frenzy. "We need to talk about this."

You sigh and give a half-hearted nod before turning and heading towards Roscoe.

Stiles is right behind you, quickly getting into the jeep, all the while watching your every move.

You sigh as you lean your body against the door, your head laying on your arm as you silently look out the window while he reverses out of the parking lot.

The ride to your house is silent. The two of you being too stuck in your heads to have any sort of conversation.

Stiles feels his heart completely splinter when he hears you sniffling and trying to muffle your soft cries in your shoulder.

He loves you so much, and seeing you like this is completely breaking him.

He hesitantly reaches a hand over to place it on your shoulder but you gently push it away.

His eyes blur as more tears begin to form in his eyes, making it difficult to see. Luckily you were only a minute away from your house.

As soon as Stiles pulled into your driveway, you quickly locate the door handle and open the door readying yourself to jump out.

"Bye Stiles."

"Wait!" He reaches across the console and grabs your arm to stop you.

You sigh knowing that the two of you need to have this talk so you can start to move on with your life.

You reluctantly shut the door again and lean back in the seat, taking a deep breath in to calm your nerves.

"W- what did you mean by saying bye? We're still friends... right?"

You close your eyes tightly, dreading this conversation.

Hating that you put him and yourself into this position in the first place. You guess people mean it when they say ignorance is bliss.

You feel more tears gather, but manage to blink them away before answering.

"Stiles, this is so hard, and I know it's not fair to you in the slightest and for that, I'm so sorry... but I don't think I can be around you anymore. At least, not for a while. Not until I can move past these feelings."

Your heart splits into pieces at the sound of a whimper leaving his lips, you look over and feel yourself break.

His shaky hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white, his mouth wavering as fresh tears fall from his beautiful eyes. His nose is red, his eyes bloodshot, and his body is trembling.

"Fuck, please don't do this, Y/N. I love you so much, you mean the world to m- me." His bloodshot eyes meet yours which you're sure are matching his.

"And you mean the world to me, Stiles." You sob.

"Which is why I have to distance myself from you. Because what you're feeling right now, I'm feeling too, only mine is a little more because I'm not only losing my best friend, but I'm also losing the guy I've been in love with for years."

You watch as more tears fall down his cheeks.

"I love you, Stiles, so much, and I'm still your best friend and will always be your best friend... I just need a little time to heal and get over these feelings."

You reach over without thinking and cup his face in your shaky hands, your thumbs softly brushing the tears away from his tear-stained cheeks.

"I promise this isn't goodbye. This is just, for now."

Before he can reply you reach up and place a tender kiss against his temple, his eyes squeezing shut in agony knowing he won't feel your touch for a long time, before you pull back and give him one last watery smile.

"Please be careful, Stiles. Please stay safe."

He bites his lip to stifle a sob as he watches you get out of Roscoe and head up the steps to your house.

He tries to hold himself together as he watches you enter the house, praying for you to turn and give him one last wave like you always do, that you'll give him some semblance of hope that he hasn't lost you for good, but you don't this time.

Stiles Stilinski is officially broken.

He had just lost the most important person in his life, and he didn't know how long it would be before he would get her back.

[stardustincarnate]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU // Asra x Reader

word count : 1568

genre : fluff

summary : neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

a / n : happy new year everyone! i haven't written something in a while so this may be a bit rusty—but i'm glad i got to welcome 2022 by writing about the loml 😙✌️ i hope you enjoy! ♡

The night of the masquerade. Vesuvia's most awaited event every year, it finally came. Ubiquitous were revellers, patently enjoying taking a sip of their expensive red wine and indulging into its pleasant intoxication, chattering-either serving very, very hot tea or talking about the most arbitrary things-with a bunch of fellows, or merely being curious about the booths the creative folks were to offer at the time of the year.

Curious, just like a certain person who was supposed to look after their Aunt's shop-but what were they doing instead? Their feet wandered off from one booth to another, eyes full of wonder darting at a speed which one could not even begin to comprehend, it seemed. With their lips curved in utter awe, one would think that it was their birthday at the time-or something even better.

But what could they do? The masquerade was [Y/N]'s favorite event-yes, more than their own birthday! There was just something magical about the masquerade. Familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, the young or the old-everyone's having fun! And of course their infectious joy didn't spare [Y/N], so it was certainly an event to look forward to.

'Where to, where to...' [Y/N] thought, stopping their tracks. Just then, the sound of the trumpet was heard, followed by the rambling, rowdy crowd parting to make way for the sleek, regal carriage which carried the Count and Countess of Vesuvia.

Waving at the now roaring throng while clad in sanguine silk, Count Lucio stood out like a pompous pimple-at least to [Y/N]'s eyes. They never liked the obnoxious Count. The only thing they liked about him were the parties he threw, which included the masquerade.

Feeling like they could get a headache from staring at the Count alone, [Y/N] averted their eyes to the ever-so charming Countess, Nadia Satrinava. Even the way she tilted her head and moved her delicate fingers-it was all regal, and it was so natural for her to do. No wonder. She was born to be a countess. Smiling warmly at the cheering crowd, her eyes met [Y/N]'s. They did not waste the opportunity to wave at her with a beam, and the kind Countess waved back, just as the carriage passed [Y/N]'s area, revealing the group of revellers on the other side.

Moving his curly, unkempt bangs out of his sight, Asra's eyes randomly landed on a particular person in the throng at the other side. They were still looking at the moving carriage with amusement, looking candid, with the wind slowly blowing their hair back.

Only a few seconds after were his amethyst irides met by the person he was just looking at. The noises from the crowd seemed to have evaporated. The masquerade, the rowdy revellers-it all seemed like some distant dream as him and the beautiful stranger exchanged a long, meaningful stare that without a doubt stirred feelings within him.

Asra clutched his clothes, his heart thunderously beating against his chest. They looked so beautiful, he thought. They looked just like a long, distant, forgotten dream which just, by then, after a very long time, resurfaced back into his memory. Déjà vu, was it? And yet Asra was sure that him and the stranger had never met before. Perhaps, perchance-in another life-but he didn't delve in that thought-or at least he didn't have the time to do so, as he had already lost the pretty stranger amidst the now moving crowd.

Perhaps he could see them again. Vesuvia wasn't that huge, after all. Unless they were only visiting and came from another place? That would be... unfortunate.

What was that feeling that left him robbed of words? The eye contact-its impact was immense for him. Did the pretty stranger felt the same thing he did? He marveled about.

Just then, Asra remembered that he did have a job to do in the first place. Now that the crowd was back to being busy, he rushed back to his stall, which was in front of a seemingly mystical shop. No one had tried to rob his crafts, that was good.

That day was one of the rare days in which his small business bloomed. Asra was quite the crafty one, and as an orphan, he made use of that talent to feed himself and his one and only introverted best friend, Muriel. He had pleaded the latter to join him this time-but as usual, the answer was a grumpy no.

"Wow, these look so amazing! Did you make them all?"

Snapped out of his daydreams, Asra looked up, a familiar face greeting him.

It was the beautiful stranger whose name he never got.

Was it trouvaille? His mind said so. He began to once again get so lost in those splendid eyes that he had forgotten to answer their question.

[Y/N] blushed. They didn't think that Asra had noticed that he was actually smiling at them, a dreamy look on his face as he stared up at them. His eyes were pulchritudinous, they thought. And they could've drowned in their unceasing beauty.

"Erm-I-"

The door from the shop behind Asra's stall opened. And, oh, just their luck, [Y/N]'s aunt easily found them. Hands on her hips, she said, "Where have you been?"

"Ehehe.. I got.. a tad distracted! But I'm here now-I brought all that you've asked me to."

[Y/N] looked at Asra apologetically before tiptoeing towards their aunt, handing them a bag full of the necessities she asked of them. As soon as their aunt had gone back inside, [Y/N] went back to the curious stall of the curious stranger from earlier.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay. Don't worry."

Asra wanted to say more-he had a lot to say, in fact-but he wasn't sure where to begin. All he could hear amidst the unyielding noise was the sound of adrenaline rushing within him. He quickly collected himself. Perhaps he could start by asking their name.

"What's your name?"

They both asked in unison.

They laughed, and for minutes went on insisting the other to go first. In the end, Asra won the battle.

"My name's [Y/N]. Now you go and tell me yours."

"I'm Asra. It's a pleasure to meet you, [Y/N]!"

He smiled brightly, his smile akin to the morning sunshine, and offered his hand, and the feeling was soft against [Y/N]'s own hand. They tried valiantly to hide their intensifying blush.

"Asra... What a delightful name, for a delightful person."

They smiled, though a bit restrained as to not show their immense excitement in finally talking to the person they had been thinking of ever since they had exchanged eye contacts.

"I was wondering if you made them all, the masks? They are extraordinary!"

Warm colors began to bloom on Asra's cheeks. It was his turn to hide his blush now.

"I'm glad you like them! And yes-I make and sell them. It's what I do for a living."

"You are so talented! No kidding-these are amazing! How much do you sell them? I've gotta have one! Or at least two. There is so much creativity in each one of them, Asra!"

"I-Well, thank you. Would you like to have one? You can pick whatever you like, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] began scanning the table for the one they thought would fit them perfectly. Gold, or silver? Blue-perhaps chartreuse? Ah! How were they supposed to choose just one when they all looked extremely beauteous? Asra could sense their dilemma, and then remembered something that could help.

"Oh wait! If you can't choose what you like best, I have this one. Wait, let me just find it... Aha!"

Asra fumbled his bag and took out what seemed like the most mesmerizing mask to [Y/N]'s eyes. He handed it out to them, their fingers gently touching in the process. It was short, yet Asra relished the feeling. [Y/N] gaped at all the intricate details. Surely, this must've taken him lots of time to make!

[Y/N] was utterly speechless, but that reaction alone was enough to make an even redder blush creep up to Asra's cheeks.

"This is so.. wow. I can't even imagine the amount of time it took! I love it!"

About to find the payment in their pocket, Asra immediately stopped them and shook his head.

"You don't have to pay; it's my gift for you."

"But you worked so hard for this! I-I can't let myself have this for free!"

"No! You needn't worry. I insist. It's my gift, okay, [Y/N]?"

"A gift for me? You are truly kind, Asra. In that case, I don't have the rights to refuse! But... might I know why?"

"Well..."

Why, indeed?

Asra smiled, and their eyes met once again.

"There's just something about you."

Something about me, huh? [Y/N] thought. And they could say the same thing about him. Because indeed, there was something about him. Something magical, something enthralling, and something that made them want to get to know him even more.

Neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

[charles-rxwlands]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

[cosxima]

## — memories. ( CHAPTER ONE )

xiao x venti / fluff & angst / modern au / multi-chapter

synopsis,,, in which xiao longs for what used to be his.

note,,, updates will not be consistent. i will write the next chapter when i have the time to. also, i'm a bit rusty at writing xiaoven & in general. even so, i hope you enjoy. by the way, i haven't proofread yet.

IT WAS A WARM AFTERNOON WITH CLEAR SKIES AND LOTS OF SUN. Afternoons like this happened often in the spring and summer, but Xiao was rarely ever able to enjoy them. Beautiful days meant he’d be scheduled to work, today being no different. 

Sunlight beamed onto Xiao’s skin, and the cool wind blew gently, tickling his nose and making him scrunch his face a little. It only happened occasionally, so it was a surprise each time the breeze came back. 

He’d been outside for hours, posing for cameras and chatting with photographers, makeup artists, hair stylists, and wardrobe stylists, and he was getting tired. He wanted to go home. 

That’s one of the things he didn’t enjoy about being a model: all of the socializing. He’s introverted and can only handle so much talking to others. He often wonders how different life would be if he chose an office job over becoming a famous model and if his life would be a lot quieter, more peaceful. 

“Alright, everyone. Let’s wrap it up!” The producer called out, who received excited cheers in return. 

Relief washed over Xiao after hearing the producer’s announcement. The sun was giving him a headache, and the extra studio lights were starting to blind him. 

A photographer walked up to him, “you did great today, Xiao. Flawless as usual.” 

He stood up from the stone he was positioned on and glanced at her, “thanks.”

Xiao stretched his arms forward and looked towards the ground; he was always stiff after photoshoots. 

“Why are you always wearing that?” the photographer asked suddenly, to which Xiao gave her a confused look. “The ring on your finger.”

He held his right hand up, and his eyes brightened at the sight of the jewelry. It was gold with a small crane engraved on it, and he admired it with a small smile. However, that only lasted a moment before his smile faded and hand dropped down to his side. He fidgeted with the ring, rotating it around his ring finger.

“Xiao-”

“I must be going,” Xiao dismissed her, “thank you for your time.” He walked away from the woman and went towards the dressing room, leaving her stunned. 

Once he was in the dressing room, he shut the door behind him and slid his back against it, slowly sinking down towards the floor. He brought his knees close to his chest and rested his head on his knees. 

That ring. He honestly forgot he was still wearing it. After all, it had been so long since he’d properly looked at it, and today, what happened a moment ago, reminded him exactly why he stopped looking at it. Seeing the jewelry brought him so much joy that was always quickly washed away by a wave of sorrow. Yet, he continued to wear the ring anyway. He couldn’t bring himself to take it off.

Xiao stood up from the floor and brushed off his clothes. Now wasn’t the time to sulk. He told Hu Tao he’d stop by after his photoshoot for a coffee, and it was getting close to the time of when he said he’d be there.

He looked into the vanity in front of him, staring into his own honey eyes. He approached the vanity and sat down in the chair, feeling himself begin to tear up. Xiao let his head fall into the palms of his hands, and soon, he was crying. 

An hour or so passed by, and the skies were now littered with white, fluffy clouds. Streets and shops were busy with many people walking, browsing, and socializing. Xiao was approaching the cafe Hu Tao wanted to meet at and could see her standing against the fence, playing on her phone with her legs stretched out. 

“You’re blocking the way,” he said to her. 

Hu Tao laughed, “yeah, I know.” She stood up properly and faced Xiao before placing her hands on her hips. “You’re late, by the way. What was with the hold up? I was getting so bored waiting on ya.”

He shifted to the side, “work stuff.” 

Of course, this was a lie. While he was at the photoshoot longer than intended, it isn’t what made him late. The crying is what made him late. 

She hummed, almost as if she was debating whether to believe him or not. “Okay, well, at least you’re here now. I had gotten worried you’d bailed on me!” she threw her arms up to emphasize her worry.

“I wouldn’t do that without warning. You know this,” Xiao replied. 

Hu Tao nodded, “yeah, that’s true. Anyway, let’s head inside, order some drinks, and then come sit outside. It’s stunning out today.” She skipped towards the cafe’s doors and walked in, meaning there was no arguing with her about anything she’d just said. So, Xiao just followed her inside. 

Eight minutes or so later, they came back outside and sat at an umbrella table. That way they could still be outside while having a little bit of shade. Hu Tao had ordered a frozen coffee with extra espresso shots, and Xiao ordered an ice water. 

“I still can’t believe ya only ordered water,” Hu Tao said before sipping on her drink. 

He shrugged, “but I do this each time we come here.” 

She tapped the side of her cup, “I know, but for some reason, I always come with the expectation that you’ll try something else.” 

“Well,” Xiao chuckled, “that’s a bit odd.” 

“Ya can’t blame me for being hopeful that my stubborn and picky friend might try something new,” Hu Tao laughed with him, “but yeah, it’s definitely an unrealistic expectation to have.” 

The wind went by, twirling itself around hair strands and tree leaves. There was a lot of chatter from other conversations happening around them, making the cafe more lively than it already was. It was a nice, comforting atmosphere.

“Anyway, how was work?” she asked. She was playing with her cup, tilting it back and forth while being sure no coffee spilled. 

Xiao sighed, “It was fine. Nothing exciting happened.”

“Well, tell me about it!” she insisted, “I wanna know what kept ya there longer than planned.”

He looked down at his ice water. “It was ethereal themed, I suppose. They had me in simple white robes and lots of gold jewelry,” he explained, “I even had gold patterns painted on my arms, which took forever to wash off.” He glanced at his arms and spotted a few shiny specks of gold glitter still lingering. 

Hu Tao also looked at his arms and his hands. “Ah… you’re still wearing that,” she spoke quietly. Xiao followed her gaze, and they were now both staring at the gold ring. He didn’t say a word in response; he couldn’t make himself speak.

“Xiao, ya have to take that off eventually. It’s not doing ya any good,” Hu Tao gave him a solemn look. 

He nodded, agreeing with her. He already knew he should get rid of the ring, or at least stop wearing it. However, some part of him just wouldn’t allow him to. “I can’t.”

She smiled, “Well, that kind of stuff takes time. Just as long as you aren’t dwelling on it, right?” Hu Tao sipped her coffee before checking her phone. Her eyes widened and she huffed, “shit, I have to go back to work. My grandfather needs me back at the parlor. You’ll be okay, right? I’m sorry for having to go.” She spoke quickly and grabbed her coffee before running off. 

Shortly after she disappeared, she came back. “Hey!” Hu Tao called out, “text me later, alright?” With that, she left. For real this time. 

Xiao sat there alone, listening to the other tables laughing and having a joyful time. He meant to go home once Hu Tao left, but he stared at his ring instead. 

By the time he left, evening was approaching, and the ice in his water had completely melted.

Written :: 05.06.22

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