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a second chance

BRIEF SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE, DESCRIPTION OF REVEALED WORLD-BUILDING.

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

angst. comfort. a bit of fluff. miguel o’hara breaks up with you for your safety, but the universe gives you both a second chance.

warnings: description of violence.

word count: 7358

Somehow, the city seemed even more suffocating out the window of Miguel’s apartment, lights of every color on the spectrum peering into the room as highly advanced cars skimmed by. The millions of people inhabiting such a place had their own problems, but for a moment you wished you were someone else. On their way to work in a tip-top business suit, an old person trying to make the most out of every passing day– anything other than here was more appetizing.

For a moment, you wish you were ignorant to the burden of these powers, the powers Miguel was forced upon and the powers you greedily accepted like a little kid in a candy shop.

It was all too much.

You’ve never seen Miguel so emotional, his knees meeting the ground before you could even shut the door.

There were glimpses of what let through, the broken state of his mind that he so desperately tried to keep together like grains of sand falling through fingers. Late nights he would break down sobbing in your grounding hold, chanting and repeating broken phrases of what had him so upset. Other times these fits you slowly grew accustomed to would be set off from your kindness, actions so deeply rooted in your routine that when it started creating disturbances in your relationship. It was painful, being the glue that held him together.

At the beginning of your relationship, it was something magical. Like one of the romance comics you’d skim through as a teenager, or a romcom movie that had you pining for the lovey-dovey side character.

Miguel was set in his ways no matter what he was faced upon, and making a statement on how serious he felt about you was no different. He’d court you with the utmost respect, swaying you with gifts and flowers that reminded him of you. His affectionate nature came to fruition as you crumbled all his walls in mere months, destroying the years of progress that he enforced to keep others out.

Yet, those nasty habits Miguel formed when he had no-one else slowly peeked through the crevices of your time together. Soft red flags that waved in passing roses he’d give after bad arguments of “your safety,” a bad feeling in your gut whenever Miguel mentioned something along the lines of, “they can’t hurt you too.”

The few months leading to the end of it all was messy, as secrets he precariously kept away from you fell right at your feet. Literally, and figuratively.

Waking into your shared home, all that was on your mind was preparing a meal for you boyfriend who always seemed to come home late. The scent of the apartment washed over your exhaustion-ridded body, cracking your shoulder with a pained hiss.

Distinct woody fragrances wafted throughout the cozy décor, Miguel’s aroma of Sambac jasmine combined with cedar and praline met your senses as a familiar comfort. You wondered if Miguel experienced the same after a long day, your magnolia and orange blossom washes relieving him of the stress of work.

Miguel was overwhelmed, sickened by his work at his lab. You’d always try to help him through his struggles with a massage, which he'd melt under your touch in mere seconds, but the moment you attempted to get him to speak about his troubles he always found an excuse.

So you stopped, having to face rejection so many times by the man you adored put so much wear on your own mental health too.

Getting home a bit earlier, you situated your suit in your over-the-shoulder bag before fully stepping into the apartment. As your entire being was surrounded by the reminder of Miguel, guilt slashed through your consciousness at keeping your own secrets away from him as well. But he was worried sick always, whether it be about his own duties or confusingly about your safety.

Yet, when your sneakers you changed into moments before entering the house slipped onto something haphazardly thrown against tile floor– the façade Miguel tried to feed into to "keep you away from harm" came crashing down.

It felt like an earthquake within your own home, rattling your heart around your ribcage like a feral bird stuck in an aviary. You were quiet, the gasp where sickness soon followed escaped through your stifling fingers wrapped against your mouth. It was terrible, being exposed to the truth in an act caught red-handed.

Curiosity snatched up your brain, the urge to prove what the mask strewn against the floor truly meant. You knew what was bound to come, but you couldn't help but think of a million different excuses in the time you tiptoed through the hallway and met the sight of his scarred back sitting upon the table.

His suit was torn off in a hurry, you assumed, by the state of how the half of his suit was rolled down to his waist and his mask was ripped off and thrown down carelessly. Finally catching him in such a vulnerable position, your heart seized and shriveled just to be rolled out again as his groan in pain cut you away from your thoughts.

You were upset. You know you had no right to be, but as every lie he fabricated to allow the space to have this second life pushed to the forefront of your mind, a choked sob erupted through your throat.

Why did he suffer through this burden alone? Is this what kept him from letting me in? Your brain became muddled with questions, tears clouding your tired gaze. Miguel was in the middle of tightening a gauze against a nasty cut on his forearm, curls damp with sweat and blood, when the choked cry that escaped your lips caught his attention like a spooked animal.

"Miguel," you sobbed harder as he continued to try and make excuses,

"Cariño, it isn't what it looks like–"

Your voice raised as heightened emotions threatened the atmosphere, your grasp on your bag tightening because you had your own secrets and second identity. Why wouldn't honesty escape from your mind and rid the ache in your chest?

You settled on being mad. Being absolutely furious as you reminded yourself of the lies he'd conjured, make you worry about his job as a chemist and even embarrass yourself by going up there and filing a complaint. Knowing it was all an act and you were just a side-character to his play, a mix of disappointment and betrayal fogged your mind. "I'm not blind, O'Hara!"

Stomping back down to swipe up the mask, lens broken and flimsy under your manhandling, you waved it around the air like you were showcasing an audience. Miguel only groaned, pinching his nose as his own frustration clouded his critical thinking. "I know exactly what I'm looking at, Miguel, really? Is this why you act like you're so fucking scared of something?"

He repeated your name this time, cold and calculated. Like you were a villain on the battlefield Spider-man– he– just destroyed earlier, spitting out the criminal's tag like it was worse than the dirt he stepped on. "¡Mierda!" He seethe, standing up only to shuffle closer, but you only stepped away. "Do you think I enjoyed keeping this fucked up secret away from you? No estoy orgullosa de mí misma."

Tell him you have the same problems.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" You cried instead, and his hands reached to cradle your cheeks but you pathetically swiped them away.

Tell him you have to worry about living until the next day for the sake of protecting others.

He was frozen stiff, his hands– claws you've never noticed before, unsheathing in and out of his palms. "I.. was. But I was terrified."

Tell him you're scared of others finding out who you really are too. Tell him you relate, and there was no reason to hide anymore.

But you didn't, instead you wiped away your own tears with sweaty palms, struggling to keep yourself from staring at Miguel's broken expression. He looked like a kicked puppy, his arms reaching out to you subtly to show if you walked into his arms he'd never let you go.

"Scared of what?" You tried your best to sound as furious as before, but all that came was a meek whisper.

Miguel's own tears fell onto the floor, catching your eyes as you stared at his mask in your clutches. "I'm so, so fucking scared of losing you. Tú eres mi vida, the air I breathe. You're the one constant I've had in my life, having it ripped away from me would kill me."

He's finally being open, and for a moment you saw light at the end of the tunnel. A turning point for the man, a second chance at being transparent in your relationship. It gave you the courage to come clean about your own second life and to apologize for your irrational words. But he spoke before you, rough and etched with hurt.

"But I don't know if we can keep this up."

"What?" The trance he was putting you under was shattered.

He laughed at nothing, his stare tinted with animalistic craze. Miguel's claws dug into his curls, "We need to break up."

The mask in your grip fell, a stunned silence settling over the two of you. He had just said he couldn't live without you, how he wouldn't know what to do if you were ripped away from him– and now he's proposing a breakup?

"You, what? Is this some joke?"

He turned away from you, pacing in unsaid panic. You knew he didn't want to do this, yet once he had a plan in his mind you also knew that he'd sacrifice anything to do the "right thing."

Miguel repeats your name the second time that night, your composure thrown off at the lack of pet names he would utter like honey from his tongue. He sounds hollow, dissociated from himself to make this discussion finish quicker. "They, I'm scared– okay? Scared shitless that they're going to come after you." He wheezed out another dry laugh, his bruised knuckles coming to kiss his eyes to blind his vision. The loudness of your voice from before must be giving him headaches. Because you were struggling with the same thing too.

"I can fend for myself–" you began to counter, hands coming in contact with the spider suit in your bag before his booming voice shook you to your core.

"No, no. You don't understand." Sobs choked his words, a flood of tears he couldn't bother to rid staining his cheeks and rolling down his jaw. "You can't! They're coming for me, and the ones I love. And the only one I love is you." Miguel emphasized himself by grazing your chest with a talon, exactly where your heart beat lurched and pattered like a broken down engine. "They will target you, and they will kill you."

Desperate, you were the one now begging for him to walk into your embrace. But he only turned away, his marred back facing you. The image burned itself in your mind.

"Who are they, Miguel? Why, even now, you won't tell me anything?" You sank to your knees, crawling towards him in despair. It couldn't be over.

"Hemos terminado. We're done, over." Miguel's tone steeled over, icy and painful and jarring. "Get out of my house."

He stood there like a statue, one arm holding himself only for his free hand to be pinching the bridge of his nose. Miguel didn't move as you quieted down your wails, and storm through the house to take what was yours and what you needed.

No words left your lips as you would steal a glance at his unmoving figure, the only giveaway that he was even breathing was his wavering composure. His attention stayed fixated on a corner of his apartment, head turned away from you the entire time.

You didn't care that you were still leaving so much of your stuff as your legs tripped over themselves to finally leave his apartment. You had more than enough money to live on your own, to buy the barebones like a toothbrush and necessities all over again.

Miguel O'Hara would now be a thing of the past, and all of the things tied to him could burn down in the apartment he held you.

Your senses could tell that once your sneakers squeaked down the hallway of his apartment, thinking you would never be able to notice– Miguel's knees met the floor of his apartment with a heavy thud.

Fighting the amount of bags in your hands while simultaneously pushing the button of the first floor repetitively, the last memory you have of Miguel was his unfiltered sobs filling the apartment floor.

☆

With time, you found yourself.

Whether it be from the new body wash you had bought for yourself or the different commute you began to take for work, a niche engineering project you've stumbled upon after the breakup– and it coincidentally helps you test materials that you could incorporate into your suit. The constant reminder of the man you brought to your knees didn't hurt that much anymore. Progress was being made, or so you thought.

Every time your back met a brick wall from the force of some outer-dimensional monster turned sentient who all of a sudden wants to get back at the human race, the thud that echoed from the impact would knock you right back to the apartment filled with sweet praline and magnolia. His sobs trailing behind a screech of pain from your enemies, causing hesitation in your combat.

The cheers below you snapped you out of your daze, civilians chanting for your victory or screaming in fear as they ran away. After the breakup, you've found yourself with the leniency of being able to suit up whenever your heart desires because you weren't keeping a secret away from another anymore.

You bit your cheek in frustration, upset at how you handled the situation because you had done the same and you were mad at him for doing exactly what you were doing. All these months have passed, and you still can't help but feel guilty.

But it's in the past now.

Another screech met your ears, back shivering as a chill washed over your spine. With the fast reaction speed you were able to build, you swung out of the way to another rooftop before the alienistic creature side slammed you. The web slinger you have tinkered with enhanced your ability to shoot out organic webs at a consistent pace, working as fine as a charm when you swing back towards the vicious monster to crunch your knuckles sickeningly into its slimy flesh. It glitched disgustingly.

It withered away with ease, falling off the skyscraper it had leaped upon in an attempt to finish you off. Throwing a device onto the being, it was trapped into a vibrant hold it couldn’t get out of.

Your soft cream-white suit glistened with its green blood, covering the black trim you painstakingly painted in the dead of night.

The appearance you kept up as a Spider-person upgraded with time because you didn't exactly mind the limelight. Not staying in the shadows anymore since you didn't have to worry about O’Hara finding out about you, your suit became something you adorned with confidence. It was a part of you now, as cheers sounded out from below at your entertaining brawl with a slime monster that totally wants to eradicate the city.

But yeah, go ahead and cheer you poor ignorant souls.

You never really came up with a name, but as you began incorporating little trinkets on your newly added combat satchel like a stray feather and charms of swans because a little girl said "your suit reminded her of one," the news generously graced you with the title "Spider Swan." On some bad days on the broadcast, though, the name would easily become a tomato show for jokes like "baby bird couldn't flap its wings," or "someone left the nest a bit too early."

It was infuriating.

The headgear installed in your mask allowed you to pick up on police waves, listening into calls and urgent matters so you could have a better idea of where you were needed and how you could help.

It rang through the noise of webs slinging from a glass window to a neon billboard, the police urgently requesting backup on a city street not that far away from you. It was describing a creature just like the one you obliterated, slimy and green and totally not from your universe. A scream pierced the radio waves, encouraging a sense of a little more urgency in your movements.

Becoming more involved with this line of work, you began to understand Miguel's worries. Corrupt organizations would pray for your downfall, threatening everyone you should probably hold dear to your heart as your spurred shoes met the slide of their faces. Other times skilled criminals would form alliances with one another and try to dig up your true identity as a way of blackmail.

It never worked and they're now where they need to be, but you suppose after you hear so many threats you begin to take it with nonchalance– and suddenly it isn't an empty threat– the panic that overwhelmed O’Hara was perfectly reasonable.

The beautiful lights of the underground city lit up against your lenses like a wildfire, a visual feast you’ve never been able to get enough of. Swinging throughout the tight spaces of Nueva York, you neared closer to where you were needed. A gunshot veered past you, presumably from a dumb cop, and you had to flip in the air and roll onto the street before picking up speed again.

Hissing out in pain, a quip escaped your lips when you neared the police force. “Did anyone here train to do their job? The last time I was here you almost shot me in my good eye–” Before you could even finish your sentence, two rookies pulled their guns in a defensive stance. With a heavy sigh, you easily subdued them with your webs before swinging into action.

The monster looked as if it was already struggling, turned away from your figure and groaning in its mother tongue, oozing with a gross slime that littered and disrupted the flow of traffic down below. It was relatively larger than the one you had just captured and suddenly the device in your hand feels a little too small. Nonetheless, as the villain flailed lazily, the heel of your foot met the crunching sensation from one of its many eyes. You almost gagged as it exploded onto your white suit, but the navy blue lenses meeting your contrasting white made time stop. It wasn’t until one of the many tentacles belonging to the creature yanked your ankle– soaring you violently towards a skyscraper– that the trance from the one you had been avoiding was interrupted with a shock.

“You–”

He had been trying to find you like a fox finding a bunny, you knew that. Waiting in the shadows, you always see him stalking beyond the darkness. And now you’re right here, finally coexisting in the same space after months of a cat-mouse game. “Can’t exactly talk here,” You yelled, deepening your voice in a pitch that made you cringe. “Let’s put a raincheck on what’s going on here and focus on the weird dimensional-octopus that’s currently beating your ass.” Spider-Man, with a groan of frustration that was just so familiar, noticeably squinted in your direction that had you sweating bullets as he right hooked the head of the monstrosity.

You knew everything about him. He knew nothing about you.

“I’m supposed to be the one and only Spider-Man of this–” He dodged a tentacle aiming for the head, only to unsheathe his claws and start ripping into the flesh of the villain. The smell, something similar to the stench of Sulphur mixed with radioactive chemicals. It burned your enhanced senses, tipping your balance before you caught yourself.

“Well obviously, you’re not.” Steadying your emotions, the calmness of your tone contrasted his irritability. “You know it’s not impossible–” Webs meeting tentacles, the screech of the glitching excrescence interrupting your words before quickly silencing it with another heel to the eyes. Pointing up and then at the watch around his wrist, you gave him a pointed look and a shrug. Nothing was said, but at the exasperated howl at your accusatory gesture– he obviously understood the unsaid.

“I’ve been speaking to you for a minute–” Another punch. “And I’m already finding you the most annoying out of all of them–”

You rolled your eyes, webbing the tentacles of the monster together like shoelaces stuck together. “Gee, thanks tough guy.” No response.

The monstrosity the two of you had been grappling against grew more frantic with its movements, growing more aware of its losing battle by the moment. With defeat in tow, the tentacles split into multiple. Green juice splattering excessively over the city blocks, it screamed horrendously in pain. The dimensional monster was imploding into itself, never allowing it the chance to return back to its universe.

Being so close to the glitching, dramatic death of the slime monster– Spider-Man pushed the heaving half-corpse’s weight off his own in a flurry. Always having to be quick on your feet in this field, you webbed the monster in the air so it could hang uselessly– the death of the anomaly would not be able to interfere with anything amongst Nueva York.

Being on your own despite having so much at your finger-tips, the separation between you and O’Hara made things difficult. You were on your own despite being at the core of everything.

Head buzzing with spider senses, your attention snapped towards the man that is tangled with your entire being– a useless game of push-and-pull that neither one of you are giving into.

Spider-Man miscalculated the leap away, his claws trying to find purchase in the metal beams of the building. But something was wrong, the slime running down his forearms ruining his suit’s resistance.

The structure O’Hara clung to was threatening to crumble due to the constant strain of the battle, doused in the greasy muck that pixelated and discolored by each passing moment the villain was close to combusting entirely. Before you knew it, the construction of the building that was so complexly fabricated was coming down and shifting into rubble on the borough down below.

Your limbs began moving on its own, your mind racing into a frenzy of saving the people down below and the man you revolved around like the sun and moon– unknowing forces pushing the two of you together but never touching.

Until now.

The collision lasted only seconds, but to you it was as if the eclipse was forever. Skin sizzling with nerves you didn’t even know you could feel ignited aflame, the pads of your feet coming into contact with the building’s crumbling walls– diving into spaces and using the webs you shot as a catapult.

Your hold came into contact with a body before you knew it, warm and intimate like you were back in his home. Tucked away in the softness of his duvet, your arms wrapped around his skin like an anchor against the raging waves. Memories came flooding in, lightheaded with your spider senses crying out in danger against the puzzle pieces that placed O’Hara on a pedestal. The first rose he gave you floated through the crevices of your brain, an astray petal landing softly on a memory you forced down.

The radioactive spider that latched its fangs into your skin on the night you met O’Hara, pain mixing with anticipation.

It's like the city lights grew more vibrant at the realization, soda blue mixing with dragon fruit pink– lime green swirling with sunny yellow. Everything fits together. This was how it was supposed to go, despite all the pain.

Strength you’ve built up allowed yourself to heave him onto your shoulder, breathing heavily at his weight crushing yours. But determination and adrenaline pushed you further, swinging through the shadowed city until you found a safe perch– laying him down gently. Time was running out, but you had to do what needed to be done.

Ripping on the tattered mask upon your face, you scooped up his head into a soft grasp. Right hand behind his neck and the other leaning the back of his head towards your unearth identity, his lenses tiredly widened at the abrupt reveal.

Tears you didn’t know you had in you– not shedding a tear ever since the day the two of you broke up– flooded your eyes and rolled down your sliced skin. Salt mixed with flesh, the pain kept you wide awake and aware.

“Still the most annoying one you ever met?” You couldn’t help but try to ease the tension in the atmosphere, yet failing with obvious reason.

O’Hara whispered your name like a blessing, claw upon his chest meeting the dirt on your cheek in the softest graze he’s ever bestowed against you. “You– you’re here.”

“I’m here.” You echoed, resting your forehead against his own. His suit caressed against your skin, and the world stopped. All that you could hear was his soft wheezing of breath and your own, and suddenly everything felt okay.

“¿Cómo puede ser eso?” He muttered aloud, “How can this be? How are you here?” he became a mumbling mess as nervousness clutched his rationality. O’Hara’s hand swiping against your jaw shifted to the small of your back in a hug. It was like nothing had ever happened, and you were about to fall in the ravine of his presence before a ear-blasting trill of beams breaking pulled you back into reality. You stood up, rolling your mask back on before looking down below. A miracle was going to have to happen for everything to turn out okay, but you were willing to take that risk. He called your name, reaching the hand not clutching his side out in desperation. “Don’t do this– you can’t change–”

You kept your back turned, shooting your webs onto a piece of rubble falling for leverage. “Don’t you dare fucking move.” Was the last thing you said before you plunged into the chaos that was unravelling Nueva York from the inside out.

☆

The abrasion of concrete rubbing against your skin carved into your skin, until it didn’t. Dust threatened to enter your lungs as you weaved in and out of obstacles created from the fissures of collapsing high-rises, bodies clasping onto you like a lifeline– until that ended as soon as you started as well.

Everything made sense finally, and then it stopped. Paused as soon as it strengthened, disentangling memories and causing fragmentation.

Lips met yours, the firm grasp of palms against your hips. “Cariño, you don’t understand how much I’ve thought about my mouth on yours since we last met.” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, kneading into your flesh as each syllable rolled out lazily. But the warm breath fanning the side of your face never came, and the wisps of hair that met your forehead never tickled you.

The touch of an elevator button against your index ignited your senses, bags dragging down your tired form. The thud of knees meeting tile followed, before ending with sobs echoing in the corners of your mind.

Darkness enveloped your mind, the vibrancy of neon lights that grew so comforting never came.

Cold metal met your limbs, grazing your chest and the beeping of a scan met your ears. Orange hues painted the darkness for just a moment, before vanishing like a hallucination. Little bits and pieces of words would echo throughout the chamber you’ve found yourself in– “When do you think,” – “¡Mierda! Are you even doing your job correcting?!” – “Let me take over,” “You have no idea what you are even looking at, Miguel!” – “But you do?!”

It was like this for a while, until the words grew closer and the colors overlapping pitch black spread like webs.

The first thing you felt was a weight on your leg, thigh trapped under the pressure of something breathing and shifting ever so slightly. The covers lying atop your form was nothing close to the softness you were used to, instead the scratchy fabric brushed against your skin and the thin gown you felt as you twitched.

Your muscles ached, both out of stiffness and the strain of what you remember: the buildings collapsing around you, rubble piercing your skin. Your throat felt dry, the lights overhead intruded against your eyelids. The metal sensation from before, cold and icy, trailed along your arms as you woke.

Peeling your gaze open, your spider senses went into overdrive. It feels as if your body had sunken into the pit of an ocean, drowning and heavy with salt water flooding your pores.

The first to catch your eye was the spider-shaped robotic machinery tending to your wounds, scabbed and bandaged with care. Your fists curled into the bed you rested against; the smell of chemicals embedded within the fabric burned at your nostrils. The luminescence of the lamps on the bedside counter were dimmed low as your gaze adjusted to the sensory intake, breathing deeply in a way to calm yourself.

This place was nothing you’ve ever seen before, but with an abundance of spider-themed gadgetry adorned along the wall and medical systems– alongside the hyper-technologically advanced computer interfaces connected to the tubed legs of the metallic spiders accessing the wounds you had, you assumed it must have been the Spider Society HQ you’ve heard in passing. The building above the greenery beyond Nueva York, a vision you were only able to get glimpses from riding the train.

Holding your breath, you looked at the weight atop your thigh.

A tuft of combed-back brown curls met your stare before tracing the few strands hanging delicately over his forehead. His eyes were fluttered shut, eyebrows furrowed as if he was having a bad dream. Deep stress lines you desperately wanted to thumb away rested in-between his brow, leading you to the circles under his closed eyes. Deep and prominent against olive skin, O’Hara was now in a slightly modified, upgraded version of his navy blue suit that had none of the previous damage from the battle you stumbled upon.

His head lay against your thighs heavily, breathing in your scent deeply as he dozed off. Every few snores, he’d stutter in his sleep as if he was about to shock himself awake– but he easily settled back in the softness of your muscle after his hand upon your stomach would grab the flesh of your stomach softly.

You took a moment to study him. There’s been a few times you’ve sighted him in the streets, usually his mask covering his identity always. This is the first time you’ve truly had him so close and the realization of it all made your palms sweat and your stomach churn. The usual quips and your homemade spider-mask could not save you now, you were in the den of a lion’s. He quite literally had you in his grasp.

The knowledge you had of this place was limited, not being a part of the Spider Society because you had to avoid him– and now that everything has been revealed in regards to both of your secrets you had no idea what to do from here. Not like you could do much right now though, your bones feel fragile and your muscles feel weak. How long have you been holed up in this cage?

A groan escaped O’Hara’s lips, a frown contorting his features. Under the spell of sleep, he looked much more soft. The rigidness of his stoicism couldn’t plague his expression as dreams consumed him, but as his frown deepened and the lines between his eyebrows became more prominent,, you couldn’t help but slide your hand underneath his. Squeezing it, his scarred fingers subconsciously intertwined with yours without a moment’s hesitation.

A smile bloomed onto your lips at the sight, your heart running a marathon at the closeness you were allowed. All the anger festered up from that night ebbed away with time and understanding– having the role as a Spiderperson since the split made you candidly comprehend the stress and dedication one has to have. With the experience, the hardness O’Hara had on himself and others suddenly made sense, and as the confusion cleared– love remained. The man within your reach finally, has always been in the corners of your mind, memories unearthed by every little thing in your life. You may have changed your route to work, but then you started to pass his favorite restaurant. You may have changed your body wash, but the scent of praline underlined the floral smell of ocean breeze.

He was always there, one way or another.

Silence enveloped the room, minus the soft beeping and the slight hiss that escaped you whenever one of the freaky looking medical spiders zapped skin back into place. Yet, as you sat there quietly while looking outside the window, tracing flying cars with your gaze or simply admiring the amount of green you’ve possibly ever seen before– a shaky voice met your rhythmic, soft breathing.

Your name was the first thing he said, disbelief lacing his tone before both his hands scooped up the clutch you held onto him with delicacy, like he was hiding away a treasure in the palm of his hands. “Can’t believe anything any of this–”

“How… how long was I out, O’Hara?” Your voice didn’t sound like your own, fragile and meek. It made you feel pathetic– being able to save so many people in less than two minutes and suddenly you couldn't even bring yourself to speak. Without a word, he reached over to the bedside table to fiddle with a water bottle and a straw. He set the straw to your lips, grabbing your chin to take the straw.

He sighed, tutting like a worried mother hen. “Don’t use your voice so much, cisne. Drink.” It’s been so long since you’ve been waited on hand-and-foot that it almost made you annoyed, but you did what he said because you are bedridden after all. And in a way, it made you feel like he cared. The way O’Hara’s thumb swiped your lower lip when water trickled down your chin was calculated, as if he was trying to embed the feeling into his brain again.

“You had been slipping in-and-out of consciousness over the past week and a half.” He murmured, leaning into your space as your free hand patted on his chest to indicate you had enough water. A soft frown threatened at his lips, worry evident in his gaze.

Coughing from choking down so much water, the question tumbled from your mind without second-thinking. “And how long have you been here?” You felt your cheeks hearten due to the lack of filter, but a part of you really wanted to know.

Your embarrassment transferred to him as soon as the question hung into the hair, his gaze ripping away from your own. His frown wobbled at getting caught within the act, vulnerability showing through for once between the amount of time the two of you have shared. “I’ve..” Having an internal battle with himself, he exhaled with stress in defeat. “Been here since you got here.” Your eyes lit up, and he only groaned at your obvious excitement.

“You were worried.”

“I was– I was not worried– dios mío–”

You sat up further on the pillows behind you, pointing into his chest as he leaned further away in lighthearted mortification of finally having to talk about his feelings. “O’Hara! You were! You were worried!”

“If I admit it will you stop repeating yourself–”

“Yes,”

O’Hara’s brow furrowed as if he was in physical pain, leaning back into the chair he sat right beside your bed. His hands still stuck firming around your sweating ones, his head leaned back in exasperation. “I was worried. I am always worried about you. I was scared shitless sitting there on that ledge while you dived into the unknown.”

Breath stuttering, you held the air within your lungs for a long second. It felt like a dream, having the Miguel O’Hara hunched over with his hands around your own like a delicate doll, flushed and embarrassed because he finally has to admit his feelings. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, and if you had the strength to lean forward and do so, you would. But exhaustion was dwelled deep into your limbs, and you didn’t want to overexert yourself.

“And, and– stop calling me that. Jesus, it’s like hearing a teacher addressing me.”

This caught your attention as his scarlet eyes met yours, swirling with a flurry of emotions that screamed of intensity. “Calling you what?” You asked, trying to sound indifferent when truly you were just teasing him. But he was more than observant– and when he caught you trying to play him like you were a guitarist and he was your bass. This only riled him up more.

“O’Hara?! I’m Miguel to you, Miguel.” His hands tightened around your own as he repeated his name twice, almost like a plea. “Stop making me act like a child, I have a reputation to uphold–”

“You became O’Hara the day you broke up with me.” Low blow, and quite petty– but you wanted to test if he truly had changed.

The rant you cut off halted without another word, O’Hara’s forehead meeting your thigh as if you just slapped him atop the head when you knocked sense into him. “I didn’t know what else to do.” His voice choked up almost instantaneously, his emotions as high as ever like he just processed you were truly here and talking to him. “And look at where we ended up.” The latter didn’t sound like he was speaking to you, more like he was stuck in his head someplace far away. “Your safety was what mattered the most to me– and back then these people, these people threatened to remove you from here. Wipe you off the plane of this universe like you never even happened.”

You were silent as his hands kneaded into your thighs gently, fingertips trailing up your stomach like he was trying to remember every part of your body again unconsciously. “I didn’t want to lose you, and for the longest time I pushed it away as much as I could until I couldn’t anymore.”

Your brain clicked and churred, gears rolling back in place in your post-coma fog. “.. Is that why you were so stressed, so different throughout the end of our relationship?”

Miguel sighed heavily, tears threatening to fall as if an entire world was lifted off his shoulders. “.. Yes. Yes, I’m not proud of it. I’m really not proud of myself.” He repeated, confessing his sins like you were the pastor and he was a sinner. “I just was terrified for you to be gone.”

“.. I’m tired of having so much loss in my life.” It was barely above a whisper, but you heard it.

His shoulders raised, stammering as if he was holding himself back. Without a word, you shrugged your hand from his own. Scarlet gaze meeting yours in surprise, fangs on display unknowingly as his mouth slacked– your arms raised towards him and instantly he allowed himself to melt into your embrace.

“I didn’t know.” Was all you said.

“I didn’t want you to know,” He murmured against your cheek, breath fanning your ear and arms meeting your back strongly. Just like your dreams. Miguel’s words trailed off anxiously, before concluding with something you haven’t heard in a long time, “mi cielo.”

Tears soaked your shoulder sleeve, but you didn’t care. “But I want you to know everything now. I want you to be a part of my life now, we can get through it all–”

A small frown met your lips, heart clenching at his words. “I, I can’t–

“Mi pajarito, please,” Miguel breathed in deeply, “I really, really have missed you.” His hold surrounding you tightened subtly. The buzz of floating cars whizzed by as silence enveloped the both of you, the noise of watches sounding throughout the hallway kept you grounded. Drilled it into your head that this was truly happening, that you’re here with Miguel with both of your secrets unveiled. Under each other's protection.

“Miguel, I.. I can’t be hurt again.” You wanted him, wanted him more than anything. But something snatched your heart up and forced it into an aviary. It raged against the railings of its captor, fluttering with desperation. You were scared of rejection again, the repressed emotions flooding your senses and making you sob. Miguel held you as you cried and continued to do so, tracing shapes into your skin like all those months ago. “Please don’t leave me again.”

The plea escaped you through tears, Miguel promised and promised and promised as he swiped away the wetness amongst your cheeks, his cold exterior he kept affront during your relationship crashed down in waves as his own tears pressed into your skin. “I’m so sorry. Please, please like you gave me– give me a second chance.”

His fingers trailed up, grasping the nape of your neck while the other caressed your cheek with a shakiness you’ve never seen before. Always so confident, it reminded you of the brokenness you witnessed on the last night you were together. But this felt genuine, the looming fear and despair hanging over his head all those months ago were fanned away with time. This was Miguel’s honest attempt at vulnerability.

You stared into his tearful eyes, a smile playing at your lips as your hands sat upon his own holding your face. Leaning in, your nose brushed his as your eyes fluttered shut. Your lips, chapped and cold, met his contrasting warm and refined touch. Miguel presumably did not care, as his fingers intertwined with your hair and grasped your chin with a sparked need. The kiss was short and sweet, as the two of you breathed into each other’s mouth. Relishing in the moment, you pushed forward again as desperation seeped into your rationality.

Your hands moved from his own to his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss and he just consumed whatever space you gave him. Miguel was aware of every muscle he pushed against you, but as the both of you clawed into each other’s flesh Miguel’s resolve to stay gentle ebbed away as his spit swapped with yours. It was if you were a struggling flower, and he was both the air and sun and water combined. He was everything you needed, and he was everything you wanted. To you, he was the sun and you were the moon– seeing one another in passing but never touching until today.

But to him, you were the stars that littered the sky. A comet passing by, beautiful and alluring. You were in each neon sign of Nueva York, where he stared a little too hard and could see a figure of you that was constructed from the little imagination he had left.

He saw you in the headquarters he overworked himself in to forget you. He saw you in the shadows of the city he protected. Miguel saw you in everything he believed in, yet everything he went against simultaneously.

But he’ll learn to make exceptions with himself and the rules he place, because as his fangs dig into your lower lip and the noise that erupts from your throat wraps him around your finger– Miguel tries to understand how he ever let you go.

“Miguel, you kiss me once and you’re already trying to bite me–” You begin to scold in your little way, until Miguel shushes you with another kiss to the lips.

“It’s all out of love, cariño.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara comfort #miguel o'hara angst #x gender neutral reader #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #across the spider-verse #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman 2099 #x angst #x comfort #comfort #angst

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teddybeartoji · 5 months

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mickey i need ur thoughts on jjk men (esp satoru) helping out and showing love for their partner with autism

like uuuuuuuu i was thinking abt toru keeping a pair of his sunglasses with him hust in case youre visually overwhelmed. ORRRR him teleporting you to a quieter space when he notices that theres too many complex sounds that are upsetting you.

ughhhhh like imagine one of them remembering that pressure is soothing for you and js puts their full body weight whenever you come back home from a bad day.

GUHHHH them keeping candles of your favorite scents and alwaya makes sure to keep your safe foods stocked up whenever you visit

OH NOW I'M REALLY KISSING YOU GRAY MY BELOVED!!! THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL LITTLE ASK WAHHH I GOT SO GIDDY

i agree with everything you said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i know that every single one of them would do anything and everything to help you out!! but i did pick some things out that really made me think of them!!! anyway hello my fellow autistic ppl this one is for you all i love you very very much<333

satoru 100% carries extra sunglasses with him and i think he'd actually carry his black blindfold aswell. obvs he's not gonna make you wear it as you're moving through public but he'd lead you to a quiet spot and then just let you have a moment. he's either sitting you down next to him or he's holding you against his chest, protecting you from every single ray of light that could possibly make it any worse for you. bc honestly... sunglasses are sometimes just not enough for me personally. i've had my fair share of times where i just have to cover my eyes with my hands bc it just hurts so much.

we all know that satoru is a big yapper but i know he needs his quiet time too. i think he would love to just Do Nothing with you in complete silence. maybe you're both just taking a nap together, maybe you're just laying in the sun out in the park. maybe you're resting your head on his lap, maybe he's resting his on yours. it's all just about gentle touches and looks.

he loves it when you ramble and he's literally your biggest hypeman!! he's ready to spend all of his fucking money on you and any fucking equipment you could ever need. you want a new game or a new console? they're both already waiting for you at home. you want to start drawing? he has already ordered a tablet for you to practise on. you want to get into photography? he's buying you a camera and three different lenses. he wants you to be happy and he wants you to be able to do everything you could ever possibly want. he's just the sweetest guy ever i am crying rn actually:((

he's the best little autism bf btw. bc he gets it. he understand. he knows. he knows all about the light sensitivity. he knows all about the difficulty of eating "normal" foods, always munching on candy and snacks bc that's just easier. he knows about the fidgeting, he knows about the innate need to have somebody lay on top of you. he knows about the rambling and the hyperfixations. he knows about the confusing social clues and the ridiculous differences of speaking tones. he knows about the eye-contact problems - whether you're someone, who struggles to keep it or you're someone, who can't tear your eyes from everybody else just like him - he understands! he knows about being straighforward and speaking exactly what's on your mind and then being scolded for it. he knows about Not Really Understanding personal space. he truly does understand and he's ready to do anything and everything to help you cope with Life.

toji is theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee best weighted blanket and i stand by that. he's so fucking huge and he's so fucking heavy - he's perfect. he's gonna tease you about it but just a little!! you tug him by his hand and he gladly takes his place on top of you bc let's be honest... he's gonna love it, too. he's protecting you! he's taking care of you in a way that doesn't need words! he's trying his best! and if this is what you need - he is going to do it!!!

also with the light and sound sensitivity - he'd gladly pull you into his chest and cover your eyes with his big ass palm. and it would feel soo comforting wtf. the weight of it and just the fact that it's him?? fuck, i know it'd be so good. or your ears. he's placing them on your ears, muffling the overwhelming sounds while cradling you and wahh:(( he'd make you feel so safe.

suguru and shoko and parallel play. it's amazing. they will read a book while you're gaming. or suguru's painting while you're reading. or shoko's having her morning smoke and coffee while you're doing your skincare (i'm sorry i just can't get out the beautiful picture of her sitting on the little windowsill of your bathroom, a cig inbetween her fingers and a cup of coffe in her hand. no words are being spoken - it's just the sound of the birds outside, the water running and her gulping down her little espresso. thank you for listening.)

or suguru's doing his little home workout routine as you're crocheting. or it's you and shoko just laying on your shared bed scrolling on your phones in silence. could literally be whatever. they're gonna glance at you every once in a while, they're gonna ask how you're doing, how you're feeling and then they're gonna give you a tender smile and a kiss on your cheek and continue on. i'm melting just thinking about it.

suguru is obviously also going to be there for you if you have sleeping problems. he understands them all too well and he's pulling out all the stops to help you fall asleep (and himself). he's gonna make the tea one night and you'll make it the next night. it's equal. maybe you're also going to take a lovely little bath together, you'll giggle exhaustedly as you both slur out very stupid jokes and after that you'll both climb under the covers and take turns in listening to each others heartbeats and (hopefully) fall asleep.

shoko and sarcasm. she definitely makes a lot of sarcastic jokes and comments and she'll be a bit confused at first when you just blurt out the good-old "i don't know whether you're joking or not". but i think she'd find it super cute. she'll still occasionally make the comments but she'll make sure to check in whether you got it or not. i think she would tease but she'd do it very lightly (she definitely cackles when satoru doesn't understand sarcasm though lmao but you're her baby and she doesn't want you to feel bad). and i think she would love if you made terrible sarcastic jokes. like she would laugh until there are tears prickling in her eyes and you'd still be like ????? i don't understand and then she'd laugh even more. she's so cute.

kento is always ready to cook for you. he understands how hard it can be, how overwhelming it can be. he doesn't mind it a bit. i truly think this would be good for the both of you! he loves to cook and it's such a relaxing thing for him, and it's even better now that he knows he can see you fill your cheeks with delight. he needs you to eat well and he will make sure you do!

i also think that he's so patient with you and he'd never ever make you feel like you have to speak with him. he buys little plushies that you can turn inside-out, a pink side and a blue side - indicating how you're doing on the Speaking department that day. and these tiny interactive pins and you can express whatever you're feeling without ever speaking a word. he never pressures you in any way, always just reward you with more reassurance and a kiss to your temple.

he's ALSO the best listener. like he never talks over you. never. not even on an accident???? it's a superpower i think. he let's you talk at your own pace and he just stares at you with very soft eyes:((

wait i also think that shoko, utahime and yuki would gladly speak for you. in a sense of if you have social anxiety or you stutter or anything like that, they'd easily take up the task of ordering for you! they literally have all of your orders remembered and everything.

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PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......

i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.

so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it.

all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms.

(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)

to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.

on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to.

he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter.

but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.

but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(

that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.

but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3

#who is this #DANG I WROTE SM…#drabbles my ass #i def didnt write him well but whatever. sweet stressed n caring yoshi lives on in my heart #fujimoto needs to drop that yoshida cover and the lore #gonna try n get that fic out... i need to figure out how to write him properly in a way that doesnt bother me #three feet deep in devil huhnting.... get it cus when u die ur six feet under... and he's constantly at risk.....#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm x you #chainsaw man x you #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida hirofumi x reader #yoshida hirofumi x you #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #billet-doux #ion even wanna see the wc on this thing

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vitaminseetarot · 7 months

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PAC: Messages From Your Spirit Guides 🌬🌨🛎

Sup y'all, I'm back for another reading on what your spirit guides have to say! We are approaching a powerful micromoon on Friday night into Saturday morning, and I hope these piles will help you with whatever you're manifesting or clearing out of your life.

Sidenote: I have been in the background trying to get my Paypal account working so I can have the chance to finally offer paid readings. I know some of you have been asking me about when I'll be doing private readings! Long story short, Paypal thought I was a bot and locked me out of my account. (They won't even tell you it's locked, it'll just act like your password isn't working, lol) After struggling for a while, I had to actually call for support. 😅

It's all fixed (for) now! I'm now going over some ideas for what readings I will offer. They will likely be basic 1 and 3 card type spreads for starters. I'll fill you in when more details are hashed out. I'm still also planning another game in March, so stay tuned.

So let's dive into your readings! You can either pick your pile option through the palette cards or the corresponding pictures below for your quick message.

Pile 1 - Lavender Sky Pile 2 - Air Blue Pile 3 - Snowfall Pile 4 - Rainwater

Pile 1

Lavender Sky, Sweetness, Lava; V Hierophant, Queen of Wands, 3 of Cups, 10 of Cups

Pile 1, the guide (or guides) contacting you is the type to play it by the book. They know how to fill your cup because they've gone through it too. This is likely a passed ancestor in your family, though it doesn't have to be. Just someone who's really gone through it thick and thin while living on Earth, experiencing the highs and lows of existence. They're guiding you because they've been in your shoes. Their message is simple. They want offer you a cup of cheer. Although that's traditionally a Christmas saying, I picture of cup of healing tonic being passed to you. It's rich and warm, like a cappuccino or spiced chai. They invite you to sit down and relax with a similar soothing beverage.

I heard lyrics from the Evanescence song "Imaginary" while pulling out the palette card. "In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby, I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me." I'm sensing some detachment. They say you've been spending a lot of time closed off into your own inner world and not communicating as much as you'd like to, but not out of loneliness. In fact, this time alone may have revitalized you, or you may consider it a comfort zone to be in. You could have been laying dormant, working on yourself, wondering when it's finally time to stretch.

But the Queen of Wands, as confident as she is (and you are), truly enjoys being around others. It's where her light shines. If she wants to perform, she wants to do it with a crowd. If she speaks, she wants it to be with another. She knows her light, but it's not enough; the light must expand outward and be shared. Imagine that, instead of shining only in your mind, your creative abilities and unique personality can stand out in the real world to be seen and heard. For your unique truth to be recognized and lauded.

Your guides would gently like you to get out of your head a little. You have a bright mind and a caring disposition. There is no reason to hold yourself back from healthy communities. Your affirmation card says, "My truth flows through me gracefully." Holding your emotions and true self back is useless, anyway. The lava will come spilling out one way or another. Use that strong confident energy you have when alone, and channel it to reach out and connect with other people. Things likely will turn out better than you could have imagined. This could be your year for forming great new friendships that may even stand the test of time, if you're up for it.

I'm getting a lot of people in this pile may identify as shy or socially awkward. Your guides see your struggle and know this isn't an overnight event, it can a long haul process to come out of one's shell. And if reaching out to people in real life is still too difficult, please know that your guides are with you. They are available to talk whenever you need them. I suggest working with candles (safely!) or water scrying as possible methods for communication.

Pile 2

Air Blue, Ghost, Bee; 0 Fool, 9 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 7 of Swords

You received two affirmation cards in this reading because the yellow rose fell out almost immediately: it says "I am at peace in my life. I am at peace in the world. I'm getting some strong anxiety with this pile. It feels like the anxiety experienced on a regular basis. It's a strong contrast to your guide's energy, which is carefree and lackadaisical. I hear they can be a bit of a prankster with you? I'm seeing someone getting frustrated with computer equipment or some other machinery like a cash register. Really riding on that Mercury retrograde energy when it's there, they're opportunists. This could be your guide's primary way of talking with you, by causing strange and chaotic things to happen that put a brief halt in your day-to-day life.

It may seem somewhat cruel that a guide would 'tease' like this, but they keep pointing at the yellow rose, which symbolizes friendship. They have reached out and offered support in the normal, usual ways, but there's a sense of denying and not returning in the interaction? Have you ever met them? If you want to connect with your guides, the first step is to acknowledge that they're there and that they're reaching out to you. Otherwise they'll start to act like cats who sit on books and knock glasses over just to get your attention, if they want it badly enough. They can get even urgent about speaking at times, I heard the song "Urgent" by Foreigner.

They want you to see that things aren't as bad as they seem to be in the present, though. They disrupt your day precisely to get across that somewhere, you're getting yourself stuck in a rut. They're there to help you break bad cycles of thought that aren't helping you. It's an odd way of doing it, but if you can reach out to them and learn from them, they won't always be like this. It's only because they want you to embrace life like every day is a new beginning. Allowing yourself to get worked up in fear sets up the day for exactly that. They see your capacity for joyful and successful working and living and want to bring that out in you.

You may have times where you have very high hopes for something to happen in your favor, only to burst into panic when one little thing falls out of place or goes wrong, even if it gets resolved. Your guides aren't trying to work you into a tizzy; they want to teach you how to handle the day's hiccups with more ease instead of relying on control all the time. They want you to speak positive affirmations to yourself on a regular basis with the idea that peace and ease are available to you. Your other card says, "I can speak powerfully with ease." Your words are strong, especially what you say to yourself in earnest. Speak your wishes out and your guide will listen. Bottle it up too much, and your guide will find a way to pour it out for you. Focus on the BEST outcomes!

And if your anxiety still feels like it's getting debilitating, your guide will support you in getting you any outside help that you need. Ultimately, they want to see you thrive, both inside and outside chaos, even if their methods are unconventional.

Pile 3

Falling Snow, Fear, Swan; 9 of Cups, 3 of Swords, Page of Coins, 5 of Wands, VII Chariot

Pile 3, your guide is a colorful and gentle being, I'm picturing someone childlike here with the Page of Coins. This guide flourishes in nature and the innocently playing with their creations. Perhaps you're an artist or someone devoted to a craft that brings out your inner child, your unique joy? This being wants to guide you in these endeavors. Your guide embodies a playful spirituality, far from religious status and regulations. They enjoy seeing ideas come to life.

It seems like you've been calling out for help in dealing with relationships in your life, or lack thereof. If it isn't to do with love or people, the Swan card could suggest a creative passion that you already have in mind. You see this person or passion as the "One" you've been praying for, the "One" to forever come or stay in your life. Your guide wants you to begin by seeing that you are the "One" you've been looking for. See that there are two swans in the card. One of them is you, seeking the kind of beauty that's already blossoming atop your head.

I'm drawn in by the purple flowers. If you work with chakras, your crown chakra is calling for your attention. Your affirmation card says, "I am connected to the wisdom of the universe." You may have recently been hurt from a relationship, or you've been worried that dating seems far away from you. The kind of school to help you hone your talent may feel at a distance. I'm getting 5 of pentacle vibes with the Falling Snow card, like the opportunity is "snowed in". But it's an illusion; you're moving faster and more suddenly through life than you may believe, though there are times when relationships don't work out, or we get turned down from an opportunity that looked to be beneficial to us.

It's okay to be honest about how sucky rejections feels. Your guide, as playful and rambunctious as they are, wants to hold your hand with a compassionate smile. They can see the flowers blooming beneath the snow, but understand that you have a right to process how you feel. Their main encouragement to you is to give yourself the time, just as spring has time to thaw from winter. In due time, you'll be feeling better again once you've given yourself the chance to mend your heart. I shuffled an extra card for 5 of Wands, which gave me Chariot. You will be able to move on, through the fearsome fire and smoke, to the other side. Allow yourself to heal, then allow yourself to proceed, knowing you won't be burned like that again.

If pile 2 resonates with you in any way, I recommend checking it out. There are messages there about dealing with fear and speaking out kinder thoughts to yourself. See yourself and your creations as the beautiful swan, even if circumstances leave you feeling like the ugly duckling. Your guide only sees the beauty and laughter in you.

Pile 4

Rainwater, Sadness, Ladybug; 3 of Cups, 4 of Cups, X Wheel of Fortune, 10 of Wands

It seems clear to me that your guide is heavily connected to water in some way, be it the rain or the ocean (it all runs together any way). They appear to me as very old and wise, like an ancient sea spirit. Far from hermitage, they are connected to all life underwater, as well as the water that flows through us. They're pointing out to me the way everything in life follows a cycle. The powers of the water and the moon demonstrate this on a regular basis, showing how the essential patterns of water can be found in other parts of life as well, even if abstractly. See, for example, how cats can squeeze themselves into jars like liquid, or how crowds of people can flow like streams. When we talk about rain, we can think of either abundance or loss. Rain can represent the release of powerful emotions, or it can bring life to withering crops. To understand water magic is to see how versatile the power is.

Your guide wants to let you know that your life follows an ebb and flow like the tides of the sea. There may come times when it floods over and all feels hopeless. There may also come days when the cool rain shower comes as a welcome on dry and dreary days. Your guide says there is nothing inherently wrong with you, if you are feeling a bad streak of luck. They (though I'm feeling a strong feminine energy here) want to help you with your perspective on life. You are not 'deserving' of bad things to happen, they say, as it's an unhelpful belief to deal with troubling situations. Life happens around us, and many times we get caught in hurricanes caused by others, or by our own actions. These ebbs and flows stop for absolutely no one.

We, as people, should be more drawn to compassion towards each other because of this. I'm getting worldly energy when I channel the guide's connection to you, like your guide is a deity like figure or you are highly attuned to the earth in some way. You may feel drawn towards this need for giving and receiving compassion. Though what I sense your guide is pointing at refers to boundaries. It's dear to them that you feel connected to the world's energy, or to the pain that mother nature and her people feel, but please practice boundaries so you can give yourself a chance to breathe and live your own life instead of letting psychic woes eat at you.

Your guide wants to assure you that luckier times are ahead. The Wheel of Fortune combined with the Ladybug shows that you have the chance to count the blessings in your life to attract more of the same. To attract good luck and abundance for you is to do the same for others. Imagine if emotions were contagious, and you had the chance to spread good luck around by changing your perspective? Your affirmation card says, "I am able to let go of all sadness and negative emotions that don't serve me." There are times when things get turbulent, but don't let it stop you from getting ahead.

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[warning: suggestive]

you turn to vampire!yeosang as he enters your shared room after an intense workout session, silently making his way to the walk-in closet. swiftly removing his shorts, he tears off his black tank top, leaving him in just his boxers.

curiously, you inquire, "i don't understand why you change your clothes, you don't even sweat," you shamelessly observe him while lying in bed, a rainbow candy in your mouth.

"don't eat in bed. there'll be sugar everywhere," yeosang dismisses your question, sensing your intense gaze upon his back.

"but you eat in bed," you pout. he raises an eyebrow, perplexed because he doesn't eat food at all, actually. you grin as your eyes meet his in the mirror in front of him, pointing to the two holes on your neck. he rolls his eyes and reaches for a pair of gray tech fleece, putting the pants on.

"don't ignore me," you insist.

he continues to ignore you, changing in front of your eyes. the sight of his pale back captures your attention. you stand up and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath your fingertips. you bring your mouth to his neck and softly kiss the skin before biting down hard, enough to draw blood. it doesn't taste as good as the candy left on the bed, your mind reminds you.

he doesn't even flinch.

"why?" he simply asks, while you lick the blood from the fresh wound.

"i can't be the only one covered in bite marks while you have flawless baby-smooth skin," you comment, attempting to break the skin once again as you bite his shoulder. "it's unfair."

hearing the pout in your voice, he turns around, abandoning the vest he was about to wear, which now lies forgotten on the floor. he slips his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifts you, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

pressing his face against your neck, he takes a deep inhale. letting out a soft sigh, he carries you towards the bed, still holding you in his arms. he gazes at you from under his bangs, his eyes so dark that you blush and break the eye contact first.

"look at me, baby," his voice deepens, making your face grow even hotter. slowly, you turn to face him, feeling his big hands gently caressing your sides.

"did you notice your biceps got bigger?" you remark aloud, attempting to shift the focus. your manicured nails lightly trace over the muscles of his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. he hums in response, still gazing at your face, wearing that familiar expression he always has when he's deep in thought, contemplating his next words.

"do you not like it when i leave marks on you?" he asks uncertainly, he genuinely thought you enjoyed them. you never bothered concealing the hickeys he'd give you, regardless of the type of shirt you wore, simply applying a bandaid to any biting marks. he would catch you admiring them in the mirror, but perhaps he mistook your insecurity for fascination? you interrupt his thoughts with a quick shake of your head, your hands instinctively reaching for his face, cupping his cheeks.

"no, yeo, i love them, i promise," you blush, stumbling over your words. "it's just…" you trail off, biting your lip, struggling to find the right way to express what you desire. you look at yeosang who's staring at you with wide eyes, silently urging you to continue, and finally, you gather the courage to speak. "i just want to leave marks on you too?" the statement comes out as a hesitant question, your embarrassment causing you to be unclear.

he remains silent, and you bury your face in your hands, feeling the weight of second-hand embarrassment. attempting to pull away from him, his grip tightens around your waist. "look at me, baby," he insists once again, and when you mumble a muffled refusal through your palms, he firmly grasps your wrists with his own hand, his grip large enough to enclose both of your wrists.

you meet his gaze, and he smirks softly.

"well, go ahead, pretty girl. what are you waiting for?" he tilts his head sideways, exposing the curve of his neck to you. you can't help but wonder if he experiences the same arousal you do when you entice him with your neck, anticipating his feeding time.

feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, your fingertips brush against his skin, tracing the contour of his neck. you lean in, hesitating for a brief moment before pressing your lips against his pale flesh, leaving a gentle kiss. you suck softly at the skin, before darting out your tongue to lick it softly. as your teeth graze his skin, you feel a surge of desire, knowing that you have the power to mark him just as he marked you.

he watches you intently, his eyes filled with a combination of anticipation and trust. the connection between you intensifies as you sink your teeth into his neck, carefully drawing blood.

time seems to pause as you savor the moment, sharing this intimate act that deepens your bond. when you finally withdraw, licking the wound to soothe it, you meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting the raw passion that now binds you together.

"you're mine," yeosang whispers, his voice laced with possessiveness and affection. "and i'm yours."

he bends down to your neck, wanting to leave his own mark. as his lips graze your neck, a trail of gentle kisses accompanies his nibbles, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. he explores the delicate skin beneath your pulse, mapping the territory with his mouth as he seeks the perfect spot to mark as his own. each nibble is followed by a soft release, his cool breath mingling with the warmth of your skin, intensifying the electrifying pleasure that courses through you.

his touch ignites a symphony of sensations, from the initial brush of his lips to the firm press of his mouth against your neck. the sensation dances between pleasure and a hint of delicious pain, fueling the fire that burns within you. your body responds instinctively, arching towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating presence.

with each suckle on your skin, he draws you deeper into a realm of heightened desire. time seems to stretch as you surrender to the rapture he bestows upon you. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, radiating from the focal point where yeosang's lips and teeth meet your neck.

the sensation of his mouth on your neck becomes all-encompassing, consuming your senses. you can feel the subtle suction, the way he caresses your skin with his tongue, leaving a trail of coolness in his wake. it's as if he's imprinting himself upon you, etching his mark into your very being.

you both take turns, marking the other with purple and red hues throughout the night. the room is filled with an air of intimacy and passion as your bodies intertwine, leaving trails of vibrant colors on each other's skin.

your body pressed against his, a fiery desire coursing through your veins. with each movement, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal against your clothed core. a soft gasp escapes your lips as he makes a sudden, sharp motion, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. your bodies move in sync, a seductive dance of longing and anticipation.

lost in the heat of the moment, you can't help but let out a moan, your pleasure intertwining with his. as your grinding intensifies, the room fills with the intoxicating scent of desire. time seems to stand still as you both surrender to your passion, your bodies seeking the ultimate connection.

masterlist

#edward cullen who? i only know kang yeosang #soft hours #ateez #yeosang #vampire #x reader #fluff #suggestive #blurb #headcanon #timestamp #scenarios #x you #x y/n #soft thoughts

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rebeliz7 · 11 months

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #6

Drabble 6 - August, crush

Throwback to Daisy’s first days in the Compound

…

Daisy is--a natural. Wanda couldn't understand Natasha’s and Fury’s insistence on bringing the girl to the Compound, but now that she’s had the opportunity to meet her she can only agree with her wife, and admit that Daisy belongs here.

She’s smart, a hacker that often challenges Tony’s ability in the topic. She has enough childish energy in her to rival that of Sam’s, and the patient of a saint when it comes to listening to Steve’s old war stories.

“She’s young.” She tells Natasha as they see Daisy smiling like a kid in a candy store, when she’s being introduced to Clint and you.

“She is.” Natasha smiles, her hand barely touching Wanda’s as they share a look across the lobby. “She’s got heart.”

Your laughter reaches their ears, prompting them to look over where you’re blushing, and Daisy is staring at you with a proud little smile on her lips.

“Is she flirting?” Wanda asks, and Natasha chuckles to herself.

“You don’t need to sound so jealous, babe.” Natasha teases, and Wanda looks at her. “I’m sure you’re still Y/N’s favorite.”

Wanda rolls her eyes playfully and welcomes Nat’s wanton lips, and the comment is filed away for the time being.

It means nothing, she tells herself, she’s married and Natasha is the only person you consider family now that you have no one left on your own. She’s protective of you, as one would be with extended family.

…

Daisy’s crush on you is so ridiculously obvious, that it starts to rub her in all the wrong ways.

It’s unprofessional, she’d argue whenever Nat would laugh at whatever crass comment comes out of Clint’s mouth.

…

“It’s not like Y/N’s even picking up on it.” Kate chuckles one afternoon when you’re sparring with Steve on the mats, and Daisy is paying more attention to you than to Natasha's lesson of the day.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from saying something she shouldn’t, but that crawling hot feeling of jealousy washes over her skin like a boiling blanket that she can't get rid off for the rest of the day.

She huffs to herself at any given moment when the memory of Daisy so openly ogling you, pops in her mind. She can’t understand the nerve of that girl. Who does she think she is to just come in here and think she has a chance with you? She’s a newbie---she’s a nobody!

…

“Oh, hello.” You say when you find her in the surveillance room and her stomach drops, her lungs struggle to follow a normal pattern in breathing and her chest--her chest feels pressured.

“Good morning.” She still smiles and the way you trip over your own feet at seeing that smile, makes swallowing difficult.

You’re so adorable, and this crush you’ve had on her has never seemed more real in her eyes than it does now.

“I didn’t know you’d be up here.” You tell her as you take the empty seat next to her, and try to focus on the monitor in front of you.

You always do this. You always look away from her, and you always make sure to never be alone with her. She hasn’t noticed it before but now, seeing you type with such ferocity on that keyboard, trying to get away from her as soon as you possibly can--is so telling.

“I wanted to see what happened in the garage. Clint needed stitches, you know?”

You stop typing and she holds her breath as you turn to look at her, and you’re so beautiful--so beautiful that she has to catch herself before she blurts it out.

“Clint was being an ass.” You tell her with a pointed look. “Bucky punching him in the face was merciful.”

“He needed stitches on his upper lip.” She tells you as a wave of protectiveness takes over. Clint is Nat’s best friend, and subsequently hers as well.

“He deserved that punch, Wanda. We all joke around here but he always has to take things to the next level, and for what? If Bucky hadn’t done it, I’d have probably done it myself.”

You go back to typing, and she goes back to staring. Of course you’re right, Clint tends to get on everyone’s nerves and Natasha’s always assumed someone would punch him sooner, or later. That doesn’t take away Wanda’s feeling of protectiveness towards him though.

“We’re a team.” She tells you and you stand up, having finished what you came in here to do.

“We don’t all need to be friends to do our jobs, Wanda.”

You’re gone before she can even think of a response to your words, and whatever she was feeling earlier vanishes completely. The team is important, the team means a lot more than work for the rest of you, and you’ve been here a while already.

You need to start seeing it that way too, because you’re part of it now.

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #august

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einloukrativesangebot · 7 months

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February 2024 Destiel Fic Recs

Fics that were written in february of 2024, that I really loved.

Bad Day at the Office by nephiliminality

Castiel has successfully retrieved Dean Winchester from Hell, and now all he has to do is resurrect him, introduce himself and persuade him to serve Heaven. Should be an easy job, right?

Unfortunately, keeping this particular human alive is a lot harder than he expected. If Gabriel would stop laughing, that would really help.

(Lazarus Rising meets Mystery Spot. That's it, that's the fic)

This was is so good, awesome doesn't even begin to cover it.

Piece of Mind by golbygloom

Castiel has only been human for a few weeks when he experiences his first 'headache,' as Dean calls it. At first, he thinks it's nothing, as Sam and Dean said, but as they begin happening more and more frequently, he becomes convinced that this is Naomi's doing as she tries to rip him away from everything he's worked so hard to get. Why else would his head be aching almost constantly, with the pain originating so close to his eyes?

This fic is very angsty, but who doesn't love angst?

room for one more troubled soul by an_ardent_rain

“I’m here looking for Sam Winchester.”

“Yeah,” he says. “That’s me. What can I do for you?”

“I’m… sorry for bothering you,” Castiel says. He clears his throat, and then takes a deep breath, pulling himself together. “I need your help. It’s about your brother.”

Sam’s eyebrows raise in surprise, though he keeps his expression mostly blank. Castiel licks dry lips. “Dean went on a hunting trip,” he says. “And he hasn’t checked in in a few days.”

The concept is so intriguing and the writing is amazing.

dawn breaks overhead by dykeydean

So he finds himself standing in the middle of a run-down motel, letting himself be dressed by a human.

He doesn’t quite remember getting from there to here, but it doesn’t matter. This human’s soul is good, and so he trusts. There is nothing else to do.

“I only got one bed, but, uh, we can share,” the human says. He radiates nervous energy, and Castiel supposes that a bloody angel- fallen angel- showing up on your doorstep would be quite disorienting. Then again, humans used to worship angels almost to the level that they worshiped God. Perhaps times have not changed, and the human is simply awe-struck.

“I don’t sleep,” Castiel says, and then he blacks out.

Again, amazing concept and the writing is superb.

spanner in the works by casdoms (moffwithhishead)

“You have to choose, Castiel. Us, or them.”

Them. It was always going to be them.

Definitely worth the read, especially for Cas-fans.

Candy-crushing the angel way by FreyaBlackthorn

Dean is a bit uncomfortable with Cas staring at him during the night; he convinces the angel to download Candy Crush.

Because Dean is a candy and Cas is crushing, right? (I'm sorry).

This one is hilarious.

Steady As The Night Goes by Angel_With_A_Shotgun (CalmWaters)

“Yeah. Here,” Dean lifted one of the blankets from the stack beside the bed, “you kept kicking them off earlier.” Cas took it quickly. Wrapped himself up in it. Wide, blue, fevered eyes stared into Dean’s. More alarm bells rang inside of Dean’s head.

Or, a newly human Cas struggles with a fever, while Dean struggles with his feelings.

It's just very sweet and very in character for Dean.

True Blue by adeptune

Based loosely off of this tweet:

"Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we don't even know each other ?"

Or Sam bets Dean a thousand dollars that he and Cas can't go to couple's therapy for a week without the therapist noticing they aren't a couple...

These guys really do need therapy...

feather and nest by orphan_account

Early November comes and goes. Dean tries to hold on through the winter.

Starts angsty, but the ending is really cute.

Cowboy Blues by tollie

“I’ll take this,” Dean dropped a beaded bolo tie on the counter, “and he’ll wear the hat.” “I will?” Cas said, but Dean appeared not to hear as he swiped the Charlie card and pocketed the receipt.

Episode coda for 13x06 "Tombstone" in which Dean buys Cas that absurd hat and Cas wonders what the real cause is for Dean's good mood.

This is very fluffy and such a nice fanfic gap-fic.

Kitchen Table Conversations by Owco

“So let me summarize,” Sam began, still somewhat hoping he’d wake up and this would be a bizarre dream he’d never tell anyone about, “Dean was asking for it so hard it turned into a prayer, causing you to accidentally jump into his body. You were so cozy next to his soul that you left your vessel dead on the bed for over ten minutes. Have I got that right?”

This one's very funny.

Here are the January Recs

#spn #destiel fanfiction #destiel fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #supernatural #destiel #fanfiction

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pinkskytwst · 2 years

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OPERATION: VALENTINE'S DAY - Octatrio

Hi everyone! this is the Octatrio Valentine's Day special that everyone voted for. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think! <3

(Octatrio/Prefect Romantic Poly)

Twisted Wonderland didn’t have Valentine’s Day.

Not really, at least.

There was a festival in the Queendom of Hearts that was specifically for married couples that was a little similar but that was it and it wasn’t during the same time of year.

The Prefect was a little surprised by this fact, but it also made sense.

It was a different world, after all, and not everything would be the same. Heck, even their own world didn’t have Valentine’s Day everywhere, it had just been picked up by a lot of the countries for how easily it could be turned into a capitalist plot to sell heart shaped stuff and overpriced flowers.

So the fact that Valentine’s Day didn’t exist in Twisted Wonderland and Azul hadn’t already planned out something for Mostro Lounge for said money making holiday, just kind of gave them a pause before they shrugged and continued on. It wasn’t like they had ever really celebrated the holiday in their own world before - for various reasons that they definitely weren’t going to admit to their lovers – and the three mers constantly told them they didn’t need to give them gifts for them to know that they loved them. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

But the Prefect was surprised to realize that the closer they got to the actual day…the more they kind of wanted to do something special.

After all, it was the first proper Valentine’s Day that they could celebrate with people they loved and were in a relationship with instead of just sharing candy with friends and family.

They didn’t want Azul, Jade, and Floyd to get them anything for it – Seven’s knew the three already spoiled them way too much – but it would be nice to get them something special. Do something for them to show just how much they appreciated and loved them.

How very grateful they were that they had been brought to this strange world if it meant they were able to meet.

“You’re doing it again, henchman.” Grim said, watching their thoughtful expression as he munched on some cookies. “That thing you do when you get all stuck in your brain and don’t do anything until it drives you crazy. Just make a decision on whatever it is and move on.”

The Prefect glanced over to their partner, chuckling at all the crumbs the feline had created from his rather messy eating habits.

“Just like that, huh?” they teased lightly, chin propped up on their hand where they were curled up in the corner of the sofa to watch some silly show on the laptop that Azul had gotten for them.

“Yeah, what’s thinking about it going to do? Nothing!” Grim pointed out, smacking their leg with one of his paws purposefully.

They couldn’t help but laugh and scooped the blue eyed monster into their arms for playful cuddles, smooshing their face into his and ignoring the way Grim struggled and complained loudly.

He never used his claws on them, though, so they knew he didn’t mind too much.

“You are very wise, Grim-sama.” They chuckled when they finally relaxed their hold and let Grim sit on their stomach instead.

“Of course, I am!” he declared, chest puffing out. “I am the Great Grim! Most powerful mage in the world!”

“Yes, yes, it was silly of me to forget.” They said amused, pulling the cookie plate closer so Grim could continue to eat from where he made himself comfortable on them.

“What’s bothering you, anyway? Did the fish do something?” he asked, nose scrunched up.

“Why would you think it’s about them?” they chuckled.

“Everything is about them with you.” He deadpanned, making them laugh again and lightly boop his nose, which made the feline stick his tongue out at them. “Oi, not my fault you’re useless around them.”

“Hey, I’m not useless!” they gasped playfully.

“Yeah right, you almost fell off your stool the other day when Floyd rolled his sleeves up to move the Lounge furniture around by himself. And what about that time Jade tried to tutor you and he had to repeat himself like, five times because you kept getting distracted by how close he was? Or when you dropped a whole tea set because Azul was changing shirts and you didn’t knock before going into his office. Or the time-”

“Alright alright! I get it!” they said quickly, flushing darkly as they tried to cover their partner’s mouth to prevent more embarrassment to spew from his treacherous tongue. “You’re the worst partner sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, well you’re the worst worst henchman and I have to put up with your googly eyes drooling about them all the time, so I am definitely the one suffering more.” He shot back, making them sigh in defeat and drop themself on the cushions limply.

“Then what do you suggest, oh great and powerful Grim? I want to give them gifts for a holiday from my world because it’s supposed to be about romantic couples and I-“

“Have never had anyone be able to put up with you before?”

“Hey! Rude!” they snorted, poking him in the side playfully. “But, yeah, basically. I think it means more to me than I originally thought, but I also don’t want them to feel bad about not knowing about it and I don’t want them to feel like they have to get me something for it. I mean they already do so much and get me so much and Azul keeps trying to give me these ridiculously expensive clothes that I’m pretty sure even Vil is jealous about. I just…I don’t feel like I really bring as much to the relationship as they do, ya know?”

“Not at all.”

The Prefect laughed again, ruffling the fur on the top of their partner’s head. His blunt honesty but genuine care never failed to bring a smile to their face.

“Look, I think you’re making this too complicated.” He said, nose scrunched up again as he bit into another cookie, his words turning a bit garbled. “Jus’ give ‘em whatever you’re gonna give ‘em and tell them what ya feel an that‘s all ya need ta do, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” They smiled fondly, absently trailing pets along his back. “Okay, Great Grim-sama. Looks like Operation: Valentine’s Day is a go!” they said, throwing their fist into the air.

“Good you go do that so I can eat in peace. You’re ruining the show with all your mushy stuff.” He sniffed, earning another laugh and smooshed face before they set him down on the pillows and set off upstairs for their notebook to start making plans.

They only had a couple of days to prepare, after all, so they couldn’t do anything too elaborate, but they wanted to do something meaningful.

The three definitely deserved it.

Using the excuse that they were a little burnt out and tired, they begged off one shift and let Azul, Jade, and Floyd know that they wouldn’t be able to drop by for a couple of days. They knew that at least Jade suspected something when they assured them that they didn’t need anyone to bring them food, but thankfully the eelmer didn’t push the subject and if he had been lurking around Ramshackle they hadn’t noticed him.

Funny enough, Jade was actually the easier of the three to decide on a gift for. They had also found what they needed from Sam’s at a really decent price so it was mostly putting it together and a trip to see Crewel that took more time.

Floyd’s gift was a little more embarrassing and took longer to make but thankfully it had turned out better than they had expected and they were fairly sure their more energetic twin would like it.

Azul was the one they hesitated on. The idea they had come up with meant a lot to them and they hoped that it would convey what they wanted to convey but…well they never wanted to bring up bad memories or make Azul doubt how much they cared. He had enough self-doubt and they wanted to do everything they could to show how much they loved him. How they were lucky to have earned his affection and not the other way around.

After waffling back and forth a little, they finally made the decision and took another trip to Sam’s.

They really, really hoped that they made the right choice.

“Aa, good morning, angelfish.” Jade greeted them with a smile when they stepped though Mostro Lounge’s employee entrance.

“Good morning Jade!” they beamed, leaning up happily to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The eelmer chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear fondly before glancing down at the two bags in their hands.

“And what are these, darling? Did you need help carrying them to the dorm?” he asked, since Sam’s store was far closer to Octavinelle than Ramshackle.

“Oh, no, nothing like that!” they said quickly. “Actually…I was hoping I could talk to you guys for a minute? If you’re not too busy?”

Jade blinked, his head tilting to the side slightly as it did whenever they did something that confused him. He didn’t look concerned, really, just more curious than anything else.

“Of course, dearest, we are never too busy for you. Floyd is still sleeping but if you want to go wait with Azul in his office I can retrieve him.” He offered, turning to walk with them down the hallway.

“Thanks Jade.” They beamed, tugging on his hand lightly for another quick kiss that he gladly bestowed with a chuckle before he disappeared to retrieve his twin.

The Prefect made their way to the office and almost just walked in before remembering how Grim had teased them and paused long enough to knock lightly. They heard Azul call them in and they poked their head inside with a smile before stepping in and closing the door behind them.

“Good morning, Azul.” They smiled, heading directly over to his desk to place a kiss on his temple.

Azul had managed to control himself a little better with physical affection, or at least not becoming quite so flustered unless it was just sprung on him out of nowhere, so the octomer smiled back with only the slightest dusting of a blush across his cheeks.

“Good morning, my pearl. How are you feeling today? I hope you were able to rest well?” he asked, pulling the chair back a little and the Prefect readily placed the bags of wrapped presents on the floor before taking a seat in his lap.

“I feel great.” They hedged slightly with a smile, lightly draping their arms around his neck. “I was actually going to talk to you and the twins so Jade went to grab Floyd.”

“I see, I hope everything is well?” Azul asked, adjusting his glasses a little and hesitating before placing his hands around their waist gently, his blush darkening a bit more.

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.” They promised, feeling Azul relax slightly under them.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He returned the smile, “I will admit that we all missed you during your absence and Floyd was absolutely impossible to work with.” He added bemused, tone fond despite the obvious exasperation towards their chaotic lover’s antics.

“Sorry.” They laughed. “I’ll make it up to you, promise. I can work an extra shift tonight if you want? I can try to get Floyd in the mood to cook some of his amazing dishes. Might not be able to manage that part though.”

“You are more than welcome to-“

He was interrupted by the office door being kicked open and almost wobbling off it’s hinges as it slammed into the wall behind it.

“KOEBI-CHAN!!!!”

The Prefect felt rather than heard Azul sigh against them and the next moment they had been snatched from the octomer’s lap and pulled into a desperate embrace that was only barely short of bruising. They clung to Floyd’s neck as the much stronger male spun them around erratically in a wild attempt to convey his flurry of excitement at seeing them again – as if they had been gone months instead of a couple of days. Infectious giggles escaped the Prefect as they waited for their lover to get his energy out but couldn’t help be relieved when Jade finally stepped in and snagged his brother by the elbow to at least prevent them from getting so dizzy they threw up.

“Please refrain from making our angelfish sick again.”

Floyd grumbled, refusing to let them go and snuggling his face into their neck as he glared at his brother over their shoulder grumpily.

“Hey, it’s not my fault Koebi-chan abandoned us.” He pouted before pulling the human back under his armpits to send them a pout. “That was very mean, you know, Koebi-chan.”

The Prefect chuckled, reaching out to smoosh his cheeks playfully.

“I’m sorry I abandoned you, Floyd. I’ll try not to do it again.” They promised fondly, squeaking when the eelmer proceeded to dive into a very deep, very hungry kiss that left their thoughts reeling and breathless when he finally pulled away again to set them on their feet.

“You’d better not or I’ll just have to squeeze you to teach you a lesson.” He grinned against their ear, making their blush darken.

“Floyd, at least wait until they’re able to talk with us about what they wanted before you molest them.” Azul said dryly, having stood from his chair and was peeking curiously into one of the bags.

“Ah!” they quickly darted forward to snatch up the bags protectively before shooing all three of them onto one of the sofas to sit. “Don’t look yet!” they pouted, though it wouldn’t really matter since they were wrapped.

“Oh! Did Koebi-chan get us presents!? I want mine first!” Floyd said excitedly, holding his hands out with grabby motions. “I will accept this as an apology for being so cruel and heartless.”

The Prefect laughed. “Well, I’m glad for that at least.” They teased before feeling their cheeks darken a bit again and they couldn’t help but shift shyly.

“You see…I did kind of lie before. I didn’t really need a couple of days off to rest, I was actually wanting to get these ready but I didn’t want you to know. Sorry.” They admitted sheepishly.

“That’s alright, we understand even if you had. Everyone needs their space sometimes and we certainly respect yours.” Jade said, purposefully elbowing his brother in the side when Floyd opened his mouth with the clear intent to argue that point.

They covered up a small giggle before clearing their throat. “Thanks. This…uh, isn’t just for no reason, though.” They admitted, shifting again and having to look away embarrassed. “You see, back in my world there’s this holiday that some people celebrate. It’s called Valentine’s Day and it’s mostly a commercial thing or status symbol with how people can try to outdo each other, but anyway, it’s supposed to be about appreciating the people you love. Some like to celebrate it with their friends and family but it was originally and mainly meant for…uh…romantic relationships.”

“Ho?” Jade smirked, making their blush darken even more.

“So, you have prepared gifts for us in honor of this holiday?” Azul asked, brow furrowing. “Why did you not tell us? Surely you know we would want to return the sentiments.”

They quickly put their hands up to try and stop him from thinking the worst.

“I know! I know! I promise it’s not that I doubt you or anything! Really!” they insisted. “I just…” they chewed on their lip a little before offering a sheepish smile. “You three do so much for me and give me so much and are always there when I just need to talk or cuddle or anything. You’re so amazing and I know you say that I don’t have to pay any of it back but…well sometimes I still feel like it’s hard to show just how much I love you and what you mean to me.”

They glanced up, almost faltering under the intense gazes focused on them, but managed to swallow thickly and force past it.

“I…I just wanted to try and do that now.” They said before setting the bags down and rummaging around in the first bag to pull out a package as long as their arm and handed it over to Floyd.

The eelmer eagerly snatched it up and began ripping the red wrapping paper off and throw the top of the box over his shoulder to reveal the prize inside. His heterochrome eyes widened before he reached down and delicately pulled out a plushie in the shape of a shrimp. It was clearly hand made and not perfect and rather simplistic but it was obvious what it was supposed to be and the longer Floyd stared at it silently the more they began to fidget.

“I…uh…I though, you know, since I can’t stay over all the time…that maybe this might help.” They said softly. “It’s not that great or anything but after I made it I was able to ask Crewel-sama and he placed a waterproof charm on it that should keep it safe even if you take it back home with you.”

Floyd continued to stare as he brushed his fingers over the little button eyes and the slightly uneven details they tried to embroider into it without having any real knowledge of how to do so.

“…is…um…Floyd?” they whispered, their shoulders sinking. “I could make a better-whoa!”

This time the Prefect knew the embrace the eelmer had pulled them into would bruise but as they felt the almost imperceptible fluttering of his heart against their cheek they realized his silence said far more than any words he could have said.

“Koebi-chan should never leave my side.” He said under his breath, fingers buried in their hair and nose pressed into the curve of their shoulder. “But I’ll let you get away with it since you made me such a good substitute.”

Warmth flooded their chest and they clung back to Floyd with all the meager strength their human arms could muster.

When Floyd was finally persuaded to release them again, the Prefect couldn’t help but smile as they watched him hold the shrimp plushie in his arms while Jade was given his gift.

The box for Jade was a little smaller and they couldn’t help but tug on the bottom of their shirt sheepishly as he pulled out what looked like a rather simple terrarium. It was obvious that Jade liked it, of course, he would like anything they gave him, but it didn’t seem special like Floyd’s had been so he was a little confused.

“It’s waterproof too!” they beamed eagerly, making his eyes widen. “Sam said it’s enchanted so that if you take it home it’ll be safe and protected and whatever mushrooms you put in it will be fine as long as you don’t open it under water. I know it’s not really big but Sam didn’t have any others and I thought you would like to be able to take at least a couple of your favorites home with you.”

Jade’s expression softened to a degree they rarely got to see even privately, a warm smile on his lips as he took in the gift that they had chosen. That they had known would mean so much to him.

He held out his hand and the Prefect took it and allowed themselves to be pulled closer and down into a slow, indulgent kiss that sent tingles all the way to their toes.

“I love it, dearest.” He whispered against their lips, stroking a thumb along their jaw. “Thank you.”

Their blush had darkened even further but they couldn’t help the giddy smile on their face.

“I’m glad.” They said, pressing a light kiss to his cheek before going to retrieving the last gift and turn to Azul.

The octomer was watching intently, expression loving and happy at seeing just how happy they had made the twins, but also eager to find out what they had chosen for him.

The Prefect hesitated for a moment, a flash of doubt returning before they held out the package for him to take.

“I…I wasn’t sure if this would…” they swallowed. “I know you don’t have many happy memories of your childhood.” They said softly as Azul removed the top to reveal a dark violet photo album. “But, I don’t want you to forget that those memories don’t mean you can’t make happy ones. I don’t want you to forget the memories we've shared and I hope that you never forget how much we love you and how amazing we think you are.”

The octomer pulled open the cover to find a good third of the sealed photo pages already filled with pictures. Pictures of all of them together at Mostro Lounge. Pictures of each of them dancing together at the festival with RSA. Pictures of them and Floyd curled up sleeping on the sofa with Grim hanging off the back. Pictures of the four of them in their beanfest uniforms that Jade and the Prefect had won as monsters. Pictures of them all in the expansive Octavinelle dorm pool where Azul had first built up the courage to show them his merform and ended up blushing the deepest purple they had ever seen when they had unintentionally blurted out that he was the hottest person they had ever seen while Floyd and Jade cackled in the background.

Azul didn’t even realize he had started crying until the Prefect had knelt in front of him and taken his face into their hands, wiping away his tears gently.

“Azul, there’s a reason that I didn’t fill it completely.” They said softly, looking to both of the tweels before returning their focus on the octomer that had covered their hands with his own and were pressing their palms against his cooler skin as if he wanted to brand the feeling there forever.

His silver eyes shimmering with tears looked up into theirs.

“I thought about it a lot. I didn’t want to make the decision lightly or have any regrets.” They said, taking a deep breath and setting their shoulders. “But while I was preparing these gifts and trying to find things that you could take home with you…I realized that I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving and me being left behind.”

They heard Floyd’s sharp inhale of breath.

“I know you have all been careful not to bring up Crowley finding a way for me to go home. I know you want to try and figure out a way to make me stay, but you don’t want to take that choice away from me either.”

Their smile widened as tears began to gather in their own eyes.

“But you don’t have to do that. You don’t have to trick me or force me to stay…because I’m choosing to stay. Even if Crowley ever found a way for me to go back home…I wouldn't take it. Because I realized that even though I came from there…it’s not my home anymore. You are.”

This time it was Azul’s hands that would leave bruises as he pulled them into his lap and clutched them close as a sob wracked his body. They felt the corners of his glasses digging into their shoulder but didn’t care as they just held him back and buried their face into his soft hair as they tried to soothe his trembling.

A moment later Floyd’s arms were around the both of them and while they didn’t think he was crying his breathing was hitching and he was letting out a soft whining sound that both broke and warmed their heart.

Jade was close behind as he took a seat on Azul’s other side and added his own embrace to theirs, though he reached up to stroke their cheek softly. Tears were gathered at the corners of his eyes and the Prefect wanted nothing more than to kiss them away. To make sure none of them ever had a reason to cry again.

“Your gifts are lovely, dearest, and we will cherish them forever.” He said softly, ever so gently smoothing their hair behind their ear. “But I hope you realize that there is nothing you could give or do for us that wouldn’t pale in comparison to the gift of being allowed to remain at your side.”

“I feel like that is more a gift for me.” They teased weakly, voice wobbly as Azul gave a particularly hard shutter and did his best to shake his head while it was still pressed into their shoulder.

He couldn’t manage to speak through his tears yet.

“Koebi-chan is stupid.” Floyd muttered into their neck. “But that’s okay because we’re symbiotes and that means you’ll never get rid of us. So even if Koebi-chan is stupid sometimes it’s okay. Because you’re our Koebi-chan.”

They couldn’t hold back their own tears any longer and they buried their face back into Azul’s hair and just clung to the ones they loved. The ones that loved them more than anything and who they would give up a world for.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” They whispered against Azul’s crown, knowing they could all hear them.

Even if Valentine’s Day didn’t exist in Twisted Wonderland, it would now be a day that, for them, could only ever mean absolute and unconditional love.

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multiplicity-positivity · 10 months

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(advice ask, i think? or just, validation? i just want to talk about it)

this may make literally zero sense so im gonna. preface this with an apology for that potential

so like two weeks ago i (i am the host) had a breakdown REALLY bad and it like put up a barrier or something, which we've had happen before but not for this long- everyone's been completely locked off from front, i've barely seen ANYONE else insys and i cannot get out of front no matter how hard i try

it feels like frontstuck but in a different font, this doesnt feel like normal frontstuck

i almost feel like the system is gone, or disappearing, or even wasn't there in the first place

i just dont know what to do, about that? i dont really know what im asking for here if im being honest, but if you have any thoughts or advice they'd be greatly appreciated

(thank you in advance for either your reply or just for reading this, whichever it may be /g)

Hi! We’re sorry to hear things have been kind of difficult for you/your system lately. We’re not quite sure what kind of advice we can offer you, but we can try!

It sounds like you’ve been under a lot of stress lately. For many systems (including our own!) lots of stress can disrupt system communication and make it harder to connect and interact with other members. For us, it takes time, grounding, and calming strategies in order to reach a point where things have settled down enough for us to interact with each other again.

So we’ll offer some things you can do that might help! Remember every system’s different, so what works for us may not work for you/y’all:

1 - if you’re spending a lot of time worrying about your system or questioning your plurality, stop. Take a step back. Try to focus on things that make you happy and try not to think about the rest of your headmates for a few days. It might initially feel like you’re abandoning your system by doing this… but that’s not actually the case! Prioritizing your own mental health and well-being is very important, and taking a step back from worrying about your system might be able to help you AND your headmates overall.

2 - learn some grounding techniques, and practice doing them even when you’re not overwhelmed. Making a habit of grounding yourself can make it easier for you to ground yourself when you’re feeling stressed! What works best for our system is REST - we wrote a post detailing this technique before!

Things that also help us are:

5-4-3-2-1: in the world around you, notice 5 things you can see, 4 things you can feel, 3 things you can hear, 2 (or just one) thing you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste. This helps center us in the real world and pull us away from overwhelming/snowballing emotions!

Something sharp: Eating a sour candy, holding a piece of ice, or finding some other sort of sharp/vibrant, non-harmful experience can work to “shock” us out of our spiral and help ground us in reality. We usually follow up a sharp experience with 5-4-3-2-1 to help solidify our awareness of the present moment!

Breathe: Noticing your breathing and counting breaths can really be helpful for calming down. We take deep breaths in through our nose for 4 seconds, then put with our mouth for 8. We repeat this for a few minutes until we feel a bit better. It can help clear our mind and stops us from unknowingly hyperventilating or taking lots of ragged/shallow breaths, which we’re prone to doing when we’re overwhelmed!

3 - meet your own needs. It may help bolster communication and help make it easier to contact your headmates if you are making sure to take proper care of yourself. We just wrote a little Check Up self care post which might help you in this regard - here it is!

4 - once you’ve managed to get yourself in a better place mentally, after taking a break from focusing on your system and instead focusing on meeting your own needs, maybe at that point try reestablishing contact with your headmates. Maybe you can try writing them letters, letting them know that you care about them and you’ve been thinking about them and filling them in with what’s been going on in your world. We have some parts who do this when they’re feeling disconnected from other members! You can also check out our post on establishing contact with headmates, which may have some useful tools to try out.

We’re sorry this got so long, but we hope that something here will be useful for you! We’re wishing you the very best with trying to reconnect with your system - going through something like this can definitely be scary, but we promise you’re not alone! Lots of systems encounter this sort of thing from time to time. Good luck with everything - we really do hope things get better for you soon!

🌷 Corrie and 💫 Parker

#long post #internal communication #grounding #self care #meeting your own needs #losing contact #we are struggling to figure out which tags are correct to use - sorry!

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Would you consider writing for different Penguins with a female reader who is of small stature? (Around 5'0ft) I just think it would be cute for them to get a confidence boost because they are finally taller than someone in the slightest or at least not as short in comparison 😭

A/N: anon…not only…not only would I consider it…but I have thought about this constantly. As a wee woman standing only at (5’1)...it has crossed my mind..multiple times lmao. I think a lot about how I stand amongst me colony and other Rogues…and and yeah not very tall at all…if I’m lucky I MAY MAY be taller than Mad Hatter…depending on which universe anyway RIP Also couldn’t really think of drabbles, so they’re gonna be headcanons, hope that’s cool!

Penguins with a Short F!Reader:

Arkhamverse Penguin

- It takes him some getting used to.

- He’s used to everyone being taller than him, whether its henchmen, arm candy, or enemies.

- Having you as his partner, it’s much easier for him to lay his claim.

- To wrap his arms around your whole body.

- Not have to stretch out too far to touch and tease you.

- Can kiss you with little to no effort on either of your parts.

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin

- He loves you regardless of height, you’re very near and dear to him.

- He does appreciate being able to be eye level with you

- Thinks its cute looking down and seeing you looking up at him.

- Makes it much easier on him to give you kisses on your head.

- He’s got stools and ladders here and there for your convenience

- He does wish he was strong enough to lift you up instead

Gotham Penguin

- He sees you as his true equal.

- Height doesn’t really matter, truth be told, but it helps when your partner shares the same measurements.

- He doesn’t strain his neck looking up constantly.

- Neither of you have to strain to kiss the other or go up on tippy toes.

- He has the perfect close up view of your face, so he can see all your smiles he adores so much.

BTAS Penguin

- To him it's just another sure sign you two were meant to be.

- He loves being able to hold you, and you don't have to contort your body so your head rests on his shoulder.

- Silly as it may seem, he enjoys being able to see eye level with you. Neither of you have to look up or down at each other.

- It's so much easier to hold your hand, kiss your cheeks, kiss your lips.

- You two can link your arms with no difficulty.

- He cherishes being able to love you at full capacity without the struggles of height difference.

TNBA Penguin

- Much like BTAS, he appreciates the fact you two can see eye to eye, yes even in a corny literal sense…

- You're level with each other physically as well as all other aspects in your relationship.

- You make him feel taller, regardless. With his chest puffed out and head held high.

- He enjoys being able to dance with you.

- You both look into each other's eyes.

- You're able to lean in and perfectly rest your head on top of his heart.

- Yep, you were definitely his missing piece.

Telltale Penguin

- So this is likely the only pengy surpassing 6'.

- Because of this he'll tease the shit out of you for your height.

- He makes up for it by receiving things from high shelves for you.

- He enjoys being able to quite literally sweep you off your feet when you're least expecting it.

- His tall lanky frame allows him to sneak up and wrap his arms around you in surprise.

- Oz loves you for you, he'll tease you, give you hell, but he wouldn't have you any other way.

One Bad Day Penguin

- First things first; Lili has you, herself, and Oswald part of the Shorties Gang.

- Oswald thinks it makes you all the more adorable to him.

- He enjoys the way you lean into him, like you fit together like puzzle pieces.

- In a world where everyone's trying to be bigger and better than him, you're a solid reminder there are some people just for him.

- He finds it cute whenever you defend someone, he admires that you won't let anything like height keep you from standing your ground.

- Nothing makes Oz more proud than seeing his short queen kick ass and take names like him.

The Batman (2004) Penguin

- So, if we’re sticking to the 5’ mark, you’re still taller than this Oswald.

- Doesn’t mean he won’t appreciate it though.

- He's glad you're closer to his height than most.

- He's still proud he's got a tall s/o.

- That'll assist him and carry him around (even though you're only taller to him, and don't do it in front of Batman)

- He loves you regardless, but expect him to use your superior height to his advantage

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

- He never thought he'd see the day that someone would have him as a partner.

- Let alone be near his height? Just makes you all the more special.

- It definitely feels great, it must've been destiny.

- He's proud of how well you handle your height in stride, and solve whatever obstacles occur due to your height.

- He refuses to let anyone tease you about it.

- If anyone did tease your preciousness and your precious height, he'll make sure they will never be able to again.

#ri writes #the penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #arkhamverse penguin x reader #reevesverse penguin x reader #farrell penguin x reader #gotham penguin x reader #btas penguin x reader #tnba penguin x reader #telltale penguin x reader #obd penguin x reader #one bad day penguin x reader #the batman 2004 penguin x reader #batman unlimited penguin x reader #the penguin x reader headcanons #oswald cobblepot x reader headcanons

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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Eres mi corazon

Pairing:The wolf x reader

Description: You meet a grieving and rage fueled man on a train and after a whirlwind journey and becoming friends the two of you share your feelings for each other

You were on the train going home to Tokyo after a month long visit with your family in Okinawa helping them become accustomed with Japanese culture since they had only been there a few weeks when you came down to visit. You smile thinking back on the time spent with you family as a man sits across from you in a suit with glasses staring out the window as you calmly read your book until you notice the man looking at you not in a creepy or bothering way but instead in a calm and weirdly comforting way as he reaches in his pocket handing you a candy which turned out to be a spanish milk chocolate well known throughout the world. The two of you slowly begin to talk after you smile at each other eating the chocolates he brought as well as dinner served by the stewardess on the train talking about your childhoods and families plus the struggles you were both dealing with at the time you feel shocked and your soul aching when he tells you that he had just lost his wife at their wedding while he feels his heart stop and hurt like he had been hit really hard when you tell him of pretty much being alone not only having few friends but dealing with chronic anxiety and barely hanging on to living. The two of you gave your numbers to each other staying in contact learning his name was the wolf thinking it was a nickname that everyone called him meeting up with each other at different places from a Korean cafe in town near your home to a beach he liked to go to in Cancun Mexico on a trip together bonding the two of you to the other's hip and attached to each other in a way you had never been with another person before which at first confused you then scared you to death. Not only were you scared because of how much you trusted him but also how you truly cared about him realizing you were in love with him feeling selfish and disgusted due to the fact that only 5 months ago he had lost his wife and met him right after it happened "You okay chica?" you turn looking at him your thoughts going to the back of your mind "Yea just thinking" you both continue on your walk on the beach looking at the lighthouse in the distance "I don't know how to say this...so I'll say it differently" you say taking a deep breath turning to look at wolf as he stops fixing to ask what you meant. "Te amo estoy enamorada de ti dios desde que te vi" after awhile of meeting and being around each other, wolf had taught you to speak spanish mostly easy and common phrases but taught you more when you sweetly asked to know more to speak to others mainly him panicking when he stands there staring at you not saying anything you try to continue on or decide to just leave fearing that you've just lost a wonderful friendship. All the thoughts that were running through your mind all disappeared when he grabs you by the shoulders surging forward and pulling you into a loving and neverending kiss only stopping when you both had to breath for air "Te amo estimada...Eres mi corazon" you smile big as you hold each other going back to your home enjoying your newfound love together.

#bullet train #the wolf #bullet train x reader #the wolf x reader

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cinderella-ish · 2 months

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Fic Recs: Short Stories Part 3 (4500-7500 words)

Adult Intervention, by Modzy78 T | Tohru/Kyo | drama & romance It's obvious Kyo likes Tohru, but he hasn't visited her in the hospital. Can anyone help him get his act together?

An Abalone on the Shore, by crabandpeaches G | Gen - Momiji | angst & drama & hurt/comfort Momiji is anxious about his future and isn’t sure what to do from here on out. Unknowingly, Tohru teaches him a lesson.

and sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live, by DoctorBlazeIt T | Kakeru/Yuki | pining & romance For Yuki, growing older meant collecting some bad habits, like smoking, or falling in love with your best friend.

Fanning the Flame; Waking the Animal, by TripleTyrant E | Tohru/Kyo | smut Kyo is incredibly gentle, and Tohru wonders what she'll have to do to spark the fire she knows is in his heart.

Fourth Trimester, by AveSolace M | Gen - parents of Zodiac children | angst & fluff Four and a half vignettes about the newborn phase of Zodiac children.

Helping Hands, by inheritanceofgeek E | Machi/Yuki | smut Recently, Machi has been incapable of achieving orgasm. She decides to try out a new Sex Toy, but not even a Love Egg is up to the task! Luckily for her, she has the most patient and supportive boyfriend. Even if he is an arsehole 80% of the time.

if i do anything i regret tonight, no i didn't, by sacrificialParsnip T | Kakeru/Yuki | romance In which Momiji orchestrates a situation that involves 2 beers, a shot, and 2 cocktails.

ignite it, by littlerosette E | Tohru/Kyo | smut Things get heavy between Kyo and Tohru in a storage closet.

I'll Change My Routine (If You'll Hold My Hand), by DeathByFallenStar M | Machi/Yuki | angst & smut Machi goes to visit Yuki at college, mostly because she misses him.

i really (really really) like you, by alpacas T | Tohru/Kyo | fluff “Do you think they’ve done it yet?” Haru asks.

is it me that you see when you fall asleep? by sunflowerstarfruit G | Tohru/Kyo | hurt/comfort & pining “I-“ Kyo started, a little shakily, before he cut himself off, pressed a fist to his chest and curled the other in the thin blanket on his bed. He swallowed, clenched his jaw, then tried again. “It was a nightmare,” he admitted, the words coming forced and raspy, raking a hand back through his hair. “About you,” he added in a hoarse whisper.

It's Not Enough, by Teapath G | Gen - Momiji & Momo | angst Momo struggles with the battle of listening to her parents, or listening to her instincts. Having such a strong lure towards her secret older brother Momiji, may just be enough for her to close the bridge in between them. Being a coddled only child is no longer enough for the young heroine.

Kisses Like Pink Cotton Candy (Talking To Everyone But Me) by yukiawison T | Kakeru/Yuki | romance “I’m sorry,” Kakeru mumbled. Yuki blinked. He’d expected him to laugh and tell him he was being stupid. “What for?” Yuki said, keeping his voice carefully even. “You know what for,” Kakeru said, which reduced the apology, perhaps, to half an apology.

laughing til our ribs get tough, by a-bigail T | Kakeru/Yuki | pining & romance Yuki and Kakeru have a long night. Yuki relearns what it means to want.

Melting, by vylias E | Tohru/Kyo | smut But as Kyo pressed his lips against hers, Tohru could tell that this time felt different. This one was somehow filled with more urgency and fire than all the previous kisses that they had shared.

Mood Ring, by reconquer G | Kakeru/Yuki | romance Just like everything else, it starts in the student council room.

My Hands on You is Just a Fantasy, by unscheduledmakeouts E | Tohru/Kyo | pining & smut He likes exercising, it helps clear his mind. When it’s just him and the trail, high-tempo music pumping in his earbuds, he feels free. The steady rhythm of his feet hitting the dirt grounds him, reminds him that he’s strong and focused and capable. When he gets back home, Tohru is on her knees.

On Different Pages, by TurnUps G | Kakeru/Yuki | romance Yuki thinks Manabe's teasing him about going on a 'date' with him, and calls his bluff. Manabe is not teasing.

Part of the Fruits Basket, by Athena_theunicorn G | Tohru/Kyo | angst & hurt/comfort A collection of five Fruits Basket one-shots

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Rainy Days and Alone Time, by BringBackMaes14 E | Tohru/Kyo | smut Kyo becomes comfortable being with Tohru while he's in his cat form, so they stay together and nap on rainy days, which leads to them sharing a bed, which leads to them dating, which leads to other things...

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Signed and Fated, by purpleeyesandbowties T | Tohru/Kyo | romance The Red String of Fate connects two people who are destined to be together for the rest of their lives, but it only appears after the pair are past the turning point that decides their future together. Tohru and Kyo's turning point comes at an unexpected time.

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My Funny Valentine

prompt credits to @scealaiscoite

Bouquet - to present them with a bunch of flowers

It's honestly one of his favorite things to do.

And he knows, he knows that you could do this yourself. Grow a flower in the palm of your hand like nothing. But no one could change his mind.

There was nothing that could take away from the moment he got to surprise you with a bouquet of flowers. The slight flush of your cheeks, the wide smile of surprise, the way you eyes would light up every time you saw them sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter.

It was absolutely priceless to him.

Lavish - to take them on a date to an upscale establishment

Admittedly, Bucky struggled with this one at first.

He still vividly remember that very first night:

"Call me back, Sam," he hissed under his breath as he sat alone at the table while you went to the bathroom, "This place is too fancy and I don't know what fork to kill myself with."

But now, he sort of loved it.

Even if he never would admit that to anyone else.

There was something about making a random Thursday feel special. Because to him, it was special.

Even just seeing you smile up at him in adoration and a love he never thought he'd get to have, it felt like like won a contest. He liked making some random Thursday night feel special.

Everyone told him that electric, fluttering, butterflies in your stomach feeling he had when he looked at you would fade away at some point, and he desperately hoped that it wouldn't be the case with you two. And if, by some tragic fate, it did, he would be at peace knowing he relished in it while he still had it.

Adore - to shower them with affection

Bucky did not struggle with being showered in adoration. Not once he was comfortable with you.

You, as a compulsive people pleaser, struggled in that sense.

Once he realized that, Bucky made it a point to verbalize his adoration. That he thought you were doing a good job. How you constantly impressed him. How lucky he was to have you in his life. How even the team was lucky.

He also made it a point to remind you that you didn't need affirmations from him or anyone else, you were amazing with or without it - but he was more than happy to remind you of that.

PDA - to dote on them publicly

It took Bucky a while to feel comfortable with any public displays of affection.

There was always a part of him that felt like what the two of you shared needed to be protected, constantly guarded. The world was different now. It moved quickly, it could be cut-throat, vicious. He wanted to protect his most cherished possession for as long as he could.

And for a while that meant he couldn't hold your hand when you were both walking down the street. It meant he couldn't dance with out at one of Tony's stupid parties.

And then one day, more specifically after Sam 'accidentally' leaked a picture confirming your relationship to the public, it just didn't really matter.

Not the protecting what the two of you shared part.

But you both learned to tune it out. People would always have something to say - and they would say a lot. That would be the case with even the best publicists money could buy, and quite frankly, it was exhausting. You just learned to focus inward, on the people who actually knew you.

Sam was free to post whatever he wanted after that. And Bucky was able to hold your hand whenever he wanted.

Sweet Tooth - to binge on candy with them

Bucky wasn't much of a sweet tooth. But admittedly, he really enjoyed splitting a bag of gummy worms with you. He liked the red and blue ones and hated the green and yellow. You hated the red and blue and loved the green and yellow ones.

Sam laughed when you told him about that, promptly telling you about 'The Olive Theory'.

It actually made a lot of sense to you.

Cosy - to cuddle with them

Bucky was a cuddler. No one believed you when you said that. But oftentimes, it was like having a super soldier sized weighted blanket draped across you at all times.

People often commented on how cold your apartment was. Little did they know there were two reasons for that.

The first, Bucky kept messing with the thermostat, hoping that you would seek him and his super soldier warmth out.

The second, Bucky radiated quite a bit of body heat, which meant cuddling on the couch felt a lot like a constant sauna room.

Getaway - to travel somewhere with them

You and Bucky go new places all the time!

Though neither of you really think getting sent on missions and assignments counts.

You've wistfully discussed the destinations and all the places you'd both love to go, but evidently, turning those dreams into plans was a little more complicated than either of you previously thought.

Bucky kept trying to talk you into just running away in the middle of the night and only coming back when you were both ready. You just rolled your eyes and reminded him that you both had responsibilities. Not to mention two pets that wouldn't be pleased if you left them with Sam for all that time.

But one of these days, you might just let him talk you into it.

Admit - to make a confession of love

It was Bucky. Bucky was the first to cave.

Not to say that the feelings weren't completely, totally, and unequivocally reciprocated. They were.

He was just the first to cave.

You were pretty seriously injured, and he decided that he had to tell you. Just once. He put aside all notions of a romantically tragic tale of valiantly unrequited love. From there, the confession sort of burst out of him all at once. You were left more than a little shellshocked at the confession.

And while he swore he had embarrassed himself out of any chance he had with you, you couldn't have imagined anything more perfect than that moment.

Gift - to treat them to something they've been eyeing for a while

It wasn't often that Bucky found perks of being a super soldier, but he found that one of the great things about being a super soldier was the enhanced hearing. Sometimes, completely on accident and definitely not at all on purpose, he'd overhear you mention something that you'd seen on window shopping or online or really anywhere, and he'd make a mental note. Sometimes, he would buy it for you immediately, but, much to his chagrin, it wasn't always possible in that very moment.

He's sort of thankful that Sam taught him how to use his smartphone because now, he keeps a running list of things that you offhandedly mentioned.

It's made some really great 'just because' gifts.

Dolled up - to get them dressed up for a date

See: Lavish

But even for events other than the occasional fancy date night, like one of Tony's charity galas, it was always so nice to watch you pull out all the stops.

Sometimes, the two of you would make entire days of it. Sitting on the couch wearing face masks followed by a long, if not a little excessive skin care routines.

You were under a strict nondisclosure agreement promise, but sometimes, if you were getting your nails done, Bucky would go with you. You both worked hard, he wouldn't be ashamed for sometimes indulging in some much needed R&R.

He also liked leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom as he watched you get ready. It was such a chaotic system or makeup, skincare, hair tools, and a million other things that he didn't really understand the purpose of, all poured out onto the bathroom counter. He admired the dedication too, getting dolled up could take hours. He knew other people would get annoyed with waiting that long, but he liked watching. You'd laugh at him and try to shoo him away, but he always stood his ground, telling you that he really did find it interesting.

And only sometimes, would he serve as a gentle reminder that you were both running late. Only sometimes though.

That breathtaking, heart might skip a beat, moment, when you'd show him the final look for the night never failed to remind him how lucky he was. It was always well worth the wait to him.

Company - to hang out with them when neither have a date for the night

There was a reason everyone knew you and Bucky were destined to be together before you or Bucky did.

Before you were actually together, you were always together. It was a common occurrence to find the two of you together, both as a couple and not.

It became something of a running joke within the Compound. When someone was looking for you, they just needed to find Bucky. When someone was looking for Bucky, they just looked for you.

The whole thing left Sam and Steve without their respective best friends for a while. And to this day, neither of them would let you forget it.

You and Bucky were also both terrible insomniacs, so it became an unspoken agreement that you two would find something to do together.

Most nights, you spent in the theater room, catching up on pop culture, surrounded by excessive amounts of snacks.

Those nights slowly bled into the daytime, and soon after that, you two were pretty much inseparable.

And Bucky really should've known.

In retrospect, it was obvious.

Last Valentine's Day, he was completely unconcerned with finding a date. Even with Sam and Steve going out to bars, he shrugged and murmured an indifferent decline. He found himself so concerned with who you were going out with. If you were seeing someone. If you were thinking of someone else. He couldn't bring himself to even care that he was going to spend Valentine's Day alone.

Little did he know you also made half hearted excuses to stay in for the night.

And just like that, that night was the first Valentine's Day you both spent together.

Trope - to do cliche things with them, just because

Slow dancing.

What else could it be?

Bucky loves that moment of swaying in the living room with you. That, in the midst of all the chaos and volatile in your lives, the both of you could just take a moment to just be. With no pretenses, complications, or conflicts, you both could just enjoy being close to each other.

You liked leaving little post it notes for him to find around your apartment. Especially when you knew you were going to be gone for an extended period of time. You knew he could be really hard on himself, spiral into terrible self depreciating thoughts, even more so when you were gone and he'd wake up alone, so you left little reminders of how much you loved him and how grateful you were to have him in your life.

Unwind - to chill out with them at the end of the day, in one another's company

In the beginning of your relationship, most of the time you spent together was in the short time in between missions, assignments, and all the other work that came with being an Avenger. It was a big part of the reason you moved in together so quickly. You both wanted to see each other when you weren't trudging down the halls practically sleeping on your feet.

Now, every once in a while, all the planets and the stars would align and you both would have an entire night to yourselves, but most nights that simply didn't happen. Still, there was something comforting about coming home to curl up with Bucky and your two pets on the couch, either to watch TV or talk the night away.

Praise - to shower them in compliments

You made Bucky stop doing that. It was too much. You were sure you were going to develop heart palpitations.

He still loved doing it.

Whispering in your ear at the most inopportune times, whatever compliment he'd been holding onto that day. You swore he planned it that way. To quietly murmur the sweetest, flirtiest, most charming quips he could conjure up just to catch you off guard.

It took everything in you not to start giggling and twirling your hair. You hadn't mastered the art of taming the furious blush on your face which meant people were definitely onto you and Bucky.

Ring - to propose

After your very first date, which admittedly happened after you were both already very committed to each other, Bucky ran into Sam in one of the Compound hallways with an uncharacteristically goofy and pleased grin take up Bucky's entire face.

Sam immediately took note of the pep in Bucky's step. Bucky barely even noticed Sam until Sam stopped him and jovially demanded to know what put him in such a good mood.

Bucky wistfully chuckled to himself, shook his head, and quietly but confidently stated, "I'm going to marry that girl one day."

He would've got down on one knee right then and there, but he wanted to make it perfect. With Steve's help, he tracked down his mother's engagement ring and held onto it until the time was right.

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By Your Side: Chapter Three (18+)

Image Credit: IMDB - The Void

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Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader & platonic!Perry x Reader

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Amy get to share a fun night together, but the choices of Y/N’s past come flooding back to mind as she reflects on the night she broke Rhett Abbott’s heart for the first time. With her emotions on high, Y/N finds herself unable to hide her anxiety from Rhett, as the pair of them are forced to ride through an ‘attack’ together. The Tillerson boys show up and add more problems to the plate for the Abbotts, and by proxy, Y/N.

Summary: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur?

Warnings: Younger Y/N and Rhett get a bit hot and heavy (they are 18 at that point – it’s towards the end of their senior year) + panic/anxiety attack

A/N: Okay, so I am actually really feeling this chapter, and I hope you guys do too! Some dialogue is pulled from the show as the plot of this story will now be following alongside season 1 of Outer Range.

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Taking off your shoes, you leaned against the door frame as you called out to Amy in the living room, “So what are we watching bug?”

Poking her head around the corner, Amy’s face was filled with joy as she spoke, “We’re gonna watch Grease.”

“Oh really? That’s one of my favorites. And your dad’s good with that choice?” Perry was standing next to you as he took off his own shoes & put his keys away. Your eyes were on him as you waited for Amy’s response.

“Yup.” She popped back out of view quickly to tend to something in the living room. From the sounds of it, she was scooching the coffee table closer to the couch.

“Okay then, Grease it is then.”

Turning the corner to the living room you found that a pile of crochet blankets had been set out on the couch. On the coffee table sat a bowl with three bags of unmade microwave popcorn in it. Amy was moving about adjusting the pillows so that you would each have one, along with a blanket.

“So, how ‘bout I go start makin’ the popcorn and grab us some drinks?”

“Sounds good.” You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of her.

Grabbing the bowl, you made your way into the empty kitchen and began the process of popping the bags. The electrical buzz of the machine accompanying the burst of the kernels was almost hypnotizing as you stood shifting from foot to foot in the kitchen. With the last bag poured into the bowl and the trash taken care of, you mosied to the fridge and grabbed a Sprite for Amy, a Rootbeer for yourself and Perry, and a Coca-Cola for Rhett. From the other room, you heard Amy shout for you to grab her bag of M&M’s from the pantry. Plucking the bag of candy from its spot, you tucked the pop cans under your arms. With only the fingers on your right hand empty, you attempted to hold the popcorn without spilling. As you struggled to tighten your grip on the bowl, you felt a presence behind you.

“Let me help with that.” Rhett’s arm brushed yours as he reached around you to take the popcorn, the distance between you narrowing as he moved into your space. The feeling of his skin on yours sent shockwaves through your body. The moment was over before you could really process it as Rhett stepped back from you. Turning around you found yourself face to face with him.

“Thank you.”

Nodding his head he moved back to the living room with the popcorn in hand. Side-by-side you and Rhett went to join Amy and Perry.

“Sit by me Y/N.” Amy patted the spot next to her on the couch. Perry had taken the spot on the right next to the armrest with Amy directly to the left of him.

“Okay, baby bug, but come grab your pop first. I’m about ready to drop them all.” Standing up, Amy came to your rescue, taking the cans and distributing them to her family before sitting down again. Without thinking Amy sat Rhett’s can of coke on the far side of the couch near the other armrest. Not wanting to ruin her excitement, you decided to take the seat between her and Rhett without question.

Settling into the cushion, you pulled a blanket over your lap and tried to relax. Amy pressed play before tucking herself into your side, your left arm wrapping around her shoulder to keep her close. With the opening credits song rolling you found yourself swaying in your seat, moving Amy with you.

“Grease is the word. Grease is the word, is the word that you heard. It's got groove it's got meaning. Grease is the time, is the place is the motion. Grease is the way we are feeling.”

Amy’s laughter was rolling through the room at your antics, and though you couldn’t see it, a small smile came to Rhett’s face as he watched you and his niece. As the song crawled to a close, you could feel Amy shift in your arm to look at you.

“Y/N, I mean this in the nicest way possible. Don’t ever become a singer.”

You burst out in laughter at her comment.

“What do ya’ mean bug? You tellin’ me that I don’t sound like an angel from Heaven?” You feigned hurt as you laughed out your response.

“No… in fact I think the only person who sounds worse than you is grandpa.”

You nearly lost it at her confession.

“Good to know, an’ thanks for the career advice.” You squeezed her for a second to let her know how much you loved her. You could feel Rhett’s eyes on you as the movie played along without a hitch, Amy’s voice was what kept you focused as she kept asking questions about the plot. But eventually swept up in the story, she settled down. Letting your thoughts wander, the music pulling your mind away from the here and now.

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The sky was dark outside the kitchen window as you stood waiting for the popcorn to finish. The smell of the buttery kernels swept through the space making your mouth water. It was Friday night, and you and Rhett were just settling down to watch a movie. In the distance, you could hear him rummaging around trying to find the remote that had disappeared into the couch cushions. As the seconds ticked by you could feel the tension rising in your shoulders, you needed to talk to him. The envelope had been burning a hole in your bag for the past week, but every time you’d tried to bring it up someone interrupted. But tonight was the night. Perry and Rebecca were on a family vacation with Amy in tow. Cecilia and Royal were out of town for a cattle auction. Tonight it was just you and Rhett.

Seeing you standing in the kitchen, Rhett couldn’t help but admire the sight of you. Even in a pair of his sweatpants and his hoodie, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Your head pulled from side to side as you attempted to stretch the tension away. He could see the stress painted across your body. Your shoulders hovered just below your ears, as your fingers rubbed deep circles into the muscles in a feeble attempt at finding relief. Needing to do something, Rhett found his way over to you, bringing his large hands to your waist. Letting his fingers massage your body, encouraging you to relax into him. Dipping his head down Rhett brought his lips to the side of your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, his hands wandering over your thighs and ass. Your body instantly reacted to the feeling of him. Letting your head fall to the side Rhett continued to press needy kisses on your body, leaving behind sensitive spots in his wake. A moan fell from your lips as he pressed himself flush with you. A deep sigh left Rhett as your right hand reached behind and found its way into his hair and pulled lightly.

“Rhett…” Your voice was desperate as you searched for your high and your willpower.

Needing more, you turned yourself around in his arms, crashing your lips into his. His tongue slid along your lips searching for entrance, which you readily granted. No longer able to control himself, Rhett’s hands gripped the back of your thighs as he lifted you onto the countertop. Slotting himself between your thighs, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so that you could feel him pressed against your core. Breathy gasps fell from you both as his hands found their way under your hoodie, exploring the sensitive skin underneath. Your hands found purchase on his body, one hand around his middle the other still threaded into his hair. Needing a chance to breathe, Rhett refocused his attention on your neck, kissing down your throat as his hands pushed up the bottom of your hoodie, asking for permission to take it off. Your deep desire to be with Rhett was at odds with the voice in the back of your head… you needed to tell him. Pulling back slightly, you let your forehead rest on his, your breath blowing hot on his face as you spoke.

“Rhett, Rhett…we need talk.” His lips fell back to yours as his brain had yet to catch up to what you’d said.

“Rhett, please… stop.” Your hands stiffened on his body, holding him in place. Opening his eyes, a feeling of anxiety rushed through Rhett as he worried that he’d overstepped a boundary. This wouldn’t have been the first time you two had tipped beyond heavy petting, but the look on your face was enough to stop his heart.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry. We can slow down… let’s slow down.” His thumbs rubbed small circles on your waist as he looked you in the eyes, “What’s going on sweetheart? What did I do wrong?”

Your face softened at his worry, you didn’t deserve him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Rhett, we just… we need to talk.” Pushing his shoulders lightly to move him back, you slipped down from the counter, finding your way to the entryway where your bag sat on the ground. Rhett hadn’t moved from his spot in the kitchen, but his eyes followed you until you disappeared around the corner. Only a few seconds had passed, but a hundred thoughts flew through his mind as he tried to guess what could possibly have you this worried. And that’s when he spotted it, the envelope in your hands. Gingerly, you sat in a chair at the table that had been left ajar earlier. Your hand reached out to place it in the center of the table as you sat. Rhett silently joined you, the pair of you staring at the bundle of papers for some time before you broke.

“It’s from Central Wyoming…” You couldn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke, choosing rather to stare at the table as your brain searched for the right thing to say.

“What’s it say?” Rhett knew the answer before he even asked the question, but he still needed to hear you say it.

“I got in… and they’re giving me a spot on their rodeo team. They’re covering it all Rhett.”

He hummed a response as his hands came up to wipe over his mouth. Leaning over in his seat, Rhett pressed his elbows into the tops of his thighs as his hands gripped his knees. His knuckles were white from the force of his grip, his jaw working sharply as he processed the information.

“When do you leave?”

“Rhett I haven’t -.”

“When do you leave?” He voice was devoid of emotion as he spoke.

“July.”

Rhett sat unmoving. Your gaze never left him as you gave him time to process the information he’d just been given. Minutes crawled by as the pair of you sat silent as the grave at the table, the only sound was the ticking of the clock. Words bubbled in your throat as you tried to keep them from spilling over, but the dam was weakened by emotion, and finally, it had to give.

“I can’t stay here Rhett. I can’t watch him kill himself a little more each day. And my heart… it breaks every time I drive through town because it all reminds me of her. I have to get out of here because if I don’t… this place is gonna kill me too.”

His voice cracking with hurt, Rhett let his frustration and fear get the best of him as he spat his question in your direction, “But what about me?”

Frustration flared as you reacted to his question.

“This isn’t about you Rhett!”

“Maybe not, but it is about us. What happens to us when you leave Y/N?”

Your exasperation boiled over as you stood from your chair, your legs pushed it back with too much force ripping a screech from the wood as it traveled, “Why does anything have to happen? Why can’t we still be us?”

“Because Y/N… you’re gonna leave this town and never look back. An’ I’ll…just be here.” His words stopped you in your tracks. Having laid himself bare, Rhett’s shoulders curled in as he grabbed his head with his hands, running his fingers through his hair to avoid looking at you. Your heart sank as his word settled. Taking a deep breath you sat back down in the chair, scooching it closer to him as you reached for his hand. Threading your fingers through his, you brought his hand into your lap, and let the side of your head rest on his shoulder. Your thumb rubbed tenderly on the back of his hands, your left leg pressed to his right.

“I know you have to go… but I don’t know how to do this without you.”

“Then come with me, Rhett. We can get out together.” You lifted his hand to your lips, delicately kissing his knuckles.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that…my family–”

“I love your family, but you can’t live your whole life just for them.”

“It’s not as easy as that, an’ you know it.”

“I know.” You closed your eyes, letting the feeling of his shirt on your cheek and the warmth of his hand in your be your focus.

“Y/N”

“Hmm” You could feel Rhett turn his face towards you, his lips brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I love you.” Unable to reply, you brought your lips to his, pouring every ounce of your love for him into the embrace.

Every fiber of your being wanted to say it back because you did love him with your entire soul. You knew deep in your heart that your love for Rhett Abbott ran as deep as the ocean and high as the Wyoming sky. But the uncertainty of your future kept the words from flowing freely.

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Amy shifted in her seat, tugging at your sleeve as she tried to get your attention.

“Y/N…Y/N, are you okay?” Her face was full of concern as she waited for your reply. Both Rhett and Perry turned their eyes to you waiting for a response to what they saw unfolding in front of them. You hadn’t realized it, but tears had begun to run down your face as the memory of that night faded into the distance.

Wiping your eyes with the wrists of your shirt, you tried to put on a smile and reassure Amy that you were okay, “I’m okay baby bug. Just thinking about things…”

“Were you thinkin’ about your dad?”

“I was thinkin’ about a lot stuff…”

“It okay, Y/N. You can cry if you need to.”

Leaning over you wrapped your arm tighter around Amy, kissing the side of her head as your throat constricted with sorrow.

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The movie continued to play its predictable plot in the background as you snuggled with Amy. The pair of you clinging to each other out of an unspoken need for support. Fatigue began to creep into your body as you let yourself relax. Before long sleep overtook your body, the cozy temperature of the house lulled all of you to sleep by the time the credits were rolling. Returning from a day full of errands, Royal and Cecilia found the four of you fast asleep on the couch, the movie was long done playing by the time they arrived. Soda cans and popcorn kernels were the telltale signs of the fun that was had during the night. Amy was laying with her side along yours, her feet tucked under her dad’s leg. While you were tucked up against Rhett your body molding into his as you slept with his arm flung along the back of the couch behind you. Rhett’s head was tipped back, creating an indent into the pillow he’d shoved behind his head during the movie.

Cecilia cautiously stepped up to Perry, rubbing his shoulder to wake him up. It was a school night, and she knew he’d want to get Amy in her bed for some good rest.

“Hey, Per. It’s gettin’ pretty late, might wanna get Amy upstairs for the night.”

Groggily Perry, blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the dim light in the room, “Thanks Ma.”

Groaning with the effort of waking up stiff muscles, Perry stood from the couch and scooped Amy into his arms. Kissing her forehead, he paused to admire you and Rhett. It did his heart good to see the two of you together again, even if there was still so much to unpack. Amy started to stir in his arms as the change of position registered in her body spurring Perry into action.

Ceci could hear Royal in the kitchen finding a late-night snack and drink as she watched you and Rhett. With a sad smile, she draped a blanket over her son’s lap and adjusted the blanket that had fallen from you. Joining Royal in the other room, the two of them ate a quick snack together. Ready to head to bed, Ceci flipped off the lights in the living room, shuffling in near darkness to the stairs, turning back to take one more look at you both as a silent prayer was sent into the void.

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The horrific images of that night played like a film in your dreams, each scene filling your body with real fear. Cold sweat dripped down your back as your heart beat erratically in your chest, a near scream rushed past your lips as the scene unfolding in your dream sent you into a state of utter panic. Bolting up from your reclined position, your lungs raged for air in uneven gasps. The flood of panic increased as you tried to figure out where you were, the dark shapes of the living room were unfamiliar to your anxiety-stricken eyes. Your hands clamped over your ears as you tried to ground yourself, your body rocking faintly. The feeling of your elbows digging sharply into the tops of your knees brought you a sense of control.

Your sudden movement startled Rhett awake, his focus finding you immediately. Not wanting to scare you Rhett tried to speak to you before laying his hand on the middle of your back, but you didn’t respond, you were still reliving the terror from your dreams. He could hear your breathing become so haphazard he was afraid you were going to lose consciousness.

With featherlight pressure, Rhett rested his hand on your damp back, his voice falling into a comforting cadence as he felt the muscles in your back clench at the sensation of his hand.

“Y/N… it’s me, its Rhett. It’s okay… your okay.”

Your sobs grew more serrated and wet as your tears fell harder.

“Why did this have to happen here? Why now?” The thought crashed into your mind as you tried to ride out the attack, but you weren’t left with any time to concentrate on it. Another flash of that night cleaved its way into your being causing your whole body to shake from the intensity of your anxiety and fear. At the lack of your response, Rhett wrapped his left arm around your frame and gently pulled you close, his right hand threaded into your hair as he tucked your head under his chin. Your arms dropped into your lap as you let yourself go. Abandoning all pretenses, Rhett leaned back into the couch, taking you with him, your hands fisting into his shirt as she moved you. His heart pounding in his chest, Rhett adjusted his arms around you, shielding you in a tight grip. Minutes fell away as the two of you held onto one another, both of you in desperate need of each other.

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The smell of cooking bacon wafting into the living room acted as a wake-up call. Blinking quickly, your eyes adjusted to the light and the familiar setting around you. The scratchy yarn of the blanket caught on the cotton of your shirt as you sat up on the couch, your hands running over your face to clear away the sleep. The feeling of the salt trails along your cheek was accented by the swollen feeling behind your eyes. Exhaling the stale air from your lungs, you pressed your palms into the cushion to help propel you up. Your body was exhausted from the night’s terrors, every muscle felt like lead. Shuffling to the kitchen drained your energy more quickly than expected. Your throat was stuck together from the effort of crying the night before making a glass of water necessary before figuring out how you were getting home.

“Good mornin’ Y/N” Cecilia didn’t look up from the bacon she was cooking as she continued, “Can I getcha anything?”

“Mornin’ and water’s fine, thank you.” The rough edges of your voice caused Ceci to turn her head in your direction. Her eyes flicked over you, trying to decipher the look on your face.

“You sure? I made extra.”

“I’m sure, thank you though.”

“Come on now girl, you need to eat somethin’. Here have some bacon.” Ceci threw several slices of bacon onto a plate before spinning around and setting it on the table. She gave you that motherly glare as if warning you not to refuse again. Heeding her silent warning, you made your way over to the table where she’d placed the food.

“Thanks Ceci, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem dear. Here, have some coffee too.” A steaming mug of coffee and a short glass of water joined the plate of bacon on the table in front of you.

The clomp of boots on the floor could be heard as Royal found his way into the kitchen.

“We’re missing two.”

“What? Did you check the…”

“The south fence is fine.”

“Where’s Rhett?”

Royal squeezed Ceci’s shoulders lovingly as he placed a kiss on the side of her head. Taking a small bite of the bacon, you chewed it slowly as you watched their interaction. Royal was a difficult man to read, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was frustrating him, and knowing him the way you did, you’d bet that it went beyond a couple of lost animals.

As if talking about him had made him appear, Rhett came ambling into the kitchen. His jeans hung low on his hips as he pulled on a navy blue t-shirt, the muscles in his chest and core flexed as he tugged it over his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

“What’s goin’ on?”

Not in the mood to repeat himself, Royal snapped at Rhett without so much as a second thought for the present company, “If you think I’m gonna bail you out of your responsibilities, you got another thing comin’. Get ready, we’re checking the fences.”

The look on Rhett’s face never changed as he listened to his father’s outburst, “Alright.” A burnt orange riding shirt was draped over the back of the dining room chair next to Rhett, reaching out he grabbed the shirt and pulled it on as he turned towards the door. You weren’t sure what came over you, but the words had tumbled from your mouth before you could think better of them.

“I can help.” Both Royal and Rhett gave you a long hard look as you waited for their response.

“I appreciate the offer, but you don’t have to do that Y/N." Royal assured you as he adjusted the hat on his head.

“No really, I’d love to help. Honestly, it’d give me something to keep my mind off of everything. If I don’t do something I’m gonna go a bit crazy.” A weak chuckle punctuated your offer.

“That’s fine I guess. Could always use another pair of eyes.” Royal didn’t wait for any further response, leaving you, Rhett, and Ceci standing in the kitchen awkwardly.

“You can’t go out in those clothes. Let’s go get you something better to wear.” Talking the pan off of the stove, Ceci spun the dial to off before moving upstairs, calling over her shoulder as she went, “She’ll be outside in a few, tell your father to wait.”

Not ready to be alone with Rhett again, you followed Ceci without hesitation. You could feel his stare on your back as you walked away. Rhett’s mind was consumed with thoughts of you. Something was deeply wrong and he knew it. He’d seen you fall into periods of anxiety and depression, but he’d never witnessed anything like last night.

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Twenty minutes later you found yourself dressed in an old pair of Ceci’s clothes, trailing along behind Rhett and Perry as the four of you rode along the fence line checking for any gaps or breaks. The leather of the reins felt smooth in your hand, as you let your muscle memory take over. It had been too damn long since you’d gone riding, but your body remember the actions as if it was yesterday.

The breeze blew lightly as the sun beat down on your shoulders, Ceci’s hat kept it from burning your face. Panning from left to right you kept your eyes peeled for any sign of damage, finding none. The whirring of far-off engines floated through the wind to your ears, your eyes popped to the horizon looking for the signs of the approaching vehicles. In the distance you could see clouds of dust flying up, the sound getting closer as the dirt billowed higher.

A few more minutes passed before the approaching vehicles were close enough to tell more. It was a trio of ATVs speeding toward the fence line from the other side. It didn’t take much to figure out who was coming… the Tillersons. In sync, you all pulled back on the reins, stopping your horses in their tracks as the ATVs came to a halt on the other side of the fence. Dismounting, you and the Abbott boys sauntered towards the Tillersons. Trevor and Luke came forward, while Billy continued to drive around erratically, all the while singing at the top of his lungs.

Not wanting to give them the advantage of leading the conversation, Royal greeted them first.

“Boys. How’d your dad’s surgery go?”

“Fine thanks. Just wanted to come by and…” Luke’s comment was cut off by his brother Trevor.

“Came knocking on your door. Cecilia said you lost a few?”

“Yeah, we’ll find ‘em. Appreciate your concern. What can we do for ya?”

Rhett, Perry, and Royal stood face to face with the Tillerson boys across the fence. Not wanting to intrude on the conversation, you stood back a few feet, windowed behind Perry and Rhett.

“Well, we felt it best to break this to you in person, but…” Luke pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket as he explained himself, but yet again he couldn’t finish his thought. Trevor interrupted his brother yet again, clearly impatient with the pace of the encounter.

“State says you’re nearly a mile over our property line and you have thirty days to move your fences off our land. If not, you’ll be fined $80,000 and we’ll take you to court.”

“Alright…” Royal couldn’t keep his chuckle, a smile crossed his face as he removed his gloves, “What’s this really about? Water rights? Drilling?”

Luke cut into the conversation again, his tone almost apologetic, “Ah, it’s just business, that’s all.”

Even from the back, you could see the tension growing in Rhett’s body, his shoulder blades scrunching together as he forced the gloves from his own hands, “What it is, is horseshit, and you know it.”

“I’ll be honest, I don’t get it either, but something set a fire in my dad, and here we are…. You want to talk to him…”

“No, no. There’s nothing to negotiate here, Luke. That letter is straight from the county assessor himself. The fact of the matter is, y'all are gonna lose some land.”

Taking the letter from his brother, Trevor handed the envelope to Royal over the fence before calling to his other brother. His cold stare found you, holding you in place for a moment before he turned around to fetch Billy.

“Billy!”

The look of exasperation on Luke’s face gave away how he really felt about the situation, but the family ties were deep, and he was bound by blood to bend to his father’s wishes. The Tillerson family had always been an enigma, their bond as deep as could be, yet they never appeared to like each other much.

“It’s not stealing. It’s all above board. I’ll talk to my dad, and see what he says. I know your whole family’s been through a lot… like I said, it’s just business.” No amount of explanation on Luke’s part was going to make this situation better.

“Billy! Luke, let’s go!”

You all watched the Tillersons drive away before getting back on your horses and continuing on. Not another word was spoken about what had just happened, but you knew this wouldn’t be the end of this problem. Tillerson’s were like blood, easy enough to spill, but nearly impossible to get rid of.

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