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aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.
“it has to take. . .” he’s mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. “has to, has to, has to—!”
“a-aang, mmph! what’s wrong? did something happen on your trip—?” you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. he’s been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like they’ve suddenly become unbearable.
in mere seconds he had you flat on your back.
then on all fours.
and then on your side and everything else in between.
the room is in absolute shambles— feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.
“aang, honey, are you— hah!— okay? talk to me, baby. please.”
what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?
and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?
aang’s voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. “need to get you pregnant,” he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. “need it right fucking now.”
his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.
he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his v–line. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.
your heart jumps. you know that look. “aang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your people—” you start in an attempt to soothe.
because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.
he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. “you think that’s what this is about?” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.
let's talk about theodore for a hot minute:
♡ he's quiet in the way that abandoned manors are in middle of winter wastelands - not peaceful, just watchful. theo grew up learning that silence keeps you safer than honesty ever could. while others speak to fill the gaps of space, theo only speaks when he's ready with a knowing answer.
♡ intelligent? - painfully so. it isn't performative however. he's the boy who reads books that no one else finishes and remembers everything told to him like memory is a curse. unfortunately, due to this; conversations with him can feel like you're being studied beneath a microscope.
♡ being the only son of voldemort's cruelest death eater left marks on him that no one ever directly talks about. he knows first hand that fear can live comfortable within wealth and prestige. he hates that his surname enters the room before he does, but theo also knows how to weaponise this when necessary. that contradiction eats away at him more than he'll ever care to admit.
♡ languages - he's fluent in several. italian from his mothers side, german from his fathers side, french because pureblood circles practically demand it, latin because he is obsessed with magical texts and scots because growing up just south of aberdeen it was useful. he can also dabble confidently in spanish and greek.
♡ theo watches people the way chess players study openings. he notices the tapping foot beneath the table before the lie leaves someone’s mouth. he notices who looks relieved when arguments start because chaos distracts from them. he notices exhaustion hidden beneath expensive jewellery and perfect posture. very little escapes him - he simply chooses not to announce it.
♡ flirt? theo’s version of flirting barely registers until it is far too late. he’ll remember obscure details you mentioned months ago. he’ll leave books on your desk with passages underlined that somehow say exactly what he refuses to out loud. he stands close enough to feel intentional but never enough to be questioned. with theo, affection feels less like pursuit and more like quiet possession.
♡ theo doesn’t fall in love loudly. no grand gestures. no dramatic confessions. it happens slowly, privately, almost unwillingly. one day he simply starts factoring someone into every decision he makes and that’s somehow far more intimate than saying the words out loud.
♡ cat energy? sorry honey - he's a dog lover through and through.
♡ theo’s humour is dry enough to miss if you aren’t paying attention closely. his insults rarely sound cruel at first. only minutes later is it that people realise they’ve been dissected with surgical precision while he sat there looking half bored during conversation.
♡ he doesn’t trust easy affection. if someone likes him too quickly, he immediately assumes they want something. theo grew up around transactional relationships disguised as devotion so genuine care confuses him more than hostility ever could.
♡ where as mattheo is like fire and blaise is polished control, theo is something colder... not ice like but more so the stillness beneath deep water. he's calm on the surface and dangerous in ways people don’t notice until they’re already drowning within him.
you can read blaise here. you can read mattheo here.
A plotter’s guide to writing scenes
If you’re anything like me, you know where you need your story to go, and you’ve planned out every beat. You’re so big and smart, you’ve figured the whole thing out.
But when you sit down to actually write the scenes, it feels like smashing dolls together and hoping for the best.
Outlining has sucked the dopamine right out of the story.
Congratulations, you’ve played yourself.
But all hope is not lost.
I, too, was in your shoes, until I realised that what I really needed was to stop looking at the big picture and focus on the scene.
First, think of your scene in terms of start, middle, and end. Just picturing it in this way instead of “stuff happens” is going to help.
Now, before you write, answer these questions:
Describe the scene in one sentence. What’s going on? Make it as simple as possible. What does the POV character want in this scene? What stands in their way? What changes by the end of this scene?Now, put it all together: “In this scene, ___ tries to ___, but ___, and by the end ___.”
What emotion do they feel at the start? At the midpoint? At the end? What triggers the shift? And most importantly, what is the hidden emotion or thought that they won’t admit/say out loud?
What does the character believe about themselves or the world at this point? How does that belief (false or otherwise) shape their behaviours and thoughts? Does anything in this scene change that belief?
Tension and power dynamics are often the spine of a juicy, well written scene. So think about this next. Who is in a position of power at the start of the scene? (this can be anything - information, magic, status, love, fear). What leverage do they have? Who thinks they are in power? Does that power shift?
Now, make sure you sprinkle in some sensory detail. Focus on specificity. Write down visual, sound, texture, smell, even physical sensations that are filtered through your character’s experiences.
And finally, why can’t the character just leave the scene? What’s keeping them there? If the answer is nothing, then you might want to rethink the stakes in this scene
With the newest developments, chat, I'm about to spam the life out of Adult! Damian x reader. Trust. (Alfred is so cutie patootie omg I can't 🩷)
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𝐃𝗂𝗌𝖼ᥣα𝗂ꭑ𝖾𝗋: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ⱺ𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗌 ᑲᥣⱺ𝗀 ω𝗂ᥣᥣ ᑲ𝖾 ρυ𝗋𝖾ᥣ𝗒 𝗌𝖾ᥣ𝖿-𝗂𐓣𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝐏𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝖾𝖾ᑯ ω𝗂𝗍ɦ 𝖼αυ𝗍𝗂ⱺ𐓣 ֶָ֢
"Sometimes, I think, I just wanna grab you both like I grab my water bottle at 3am and just kiss you silly like I drink that water. Without stopping to take a breath, non stop until the bottle is empty"
At this both men looked at you like you just threatened to reveal Victoria's secret.
Wyynde, who was closer to the nightstand with said water bottle on it, reached for the oversized thing "Are you okay my love? Are you high again? Thirsty?" He worriedly inquired before realizing that the bottle was practically empty.
"Maybe" you shrugged pathetically "I wasn't exactly hinting at that, I just wanted you two to know how much I love you. Besides, the dexcom isn't screaming at me right now so I think I'm in the clear" with that you slumped and snuggled closer into Kaldur's chest, unintentionally hitting his book a little.
"Perhaps getting you a drink of water just in case is best hm? And we should check that site again, I believe you fell on that arm during training today" Kaldur looked at you, who he was pretty sure was—in fact—high. Poor thing, you'd been having irregular spikes all day and probably didn't know what to do anymore aside from just giving up.
"Wyynde, would you please?" He asked his lover, who was also trying to figure out what was going on.
"Of course" with that he gave both of you a kiss, grabbed your snoopy water bottle and was out of the bedroom to refill it. A couple beats of silence passed before Kaldur turned to you again with a rather serious look in his eye "How are you feeling aga'ros? Please be honest with me" He didn't mind that his voice had an obvious edge to it.
Nervously chewing your lip, you took a few seconds to answer, partly because you didn't quite know what to say. Letting out a heavy sigh, you decided to just get out with it "I dunno really, I know I should be past all this—the uncontrollable spikes I mean— and I'm not supposed to be feeling like shit the way I am—though a high blood sugar will do that to you."
You don't know when you started picking at your nail bed, but made no effort to stop doing it.
You both let the silence stretch and when Kaldur didn't say anything, you took that as his cue for you to go on. Letting out another even heavier sigh, you hesitantly let your eyes meet his for a few fleeting seconds "I'm not new to this, I've been diabetic for a while but I still don't have complete control over my condition and it makes me feel like crap. Like I'm not trying hard enough. It sucks y'know"
You let your hands fall to the blanket, fiddling with the ruffles at the edge of it, you waited for him to say something.
Contrary to what was expected, he simply pulled you into him and held you there. The hug went for longer than either of you intended but it was welcomed nonetheless.
Kaldur pressed a kiss to the top of your head, one that made your stomach flutter a little. "I will not say I understand completely what it is like–" "you bet" you quietly interrupted "–but I know you hold yourself to impossible standards."
You'd already furrowed your brows so hard before you could even catch yourself. "explain" you demanded, still avoiding his eyes. Whether from your previous anxiety or now out of mild irritation, neither of you will ever truly know.
Sensing the shift in your mood, Kaldur gently stroked your shoulder. Thumb slow and grounding as he calmly explained what he meant "Your condition is not a simple enemy you can defeat and forget about. It is one you live with. Some days it fights harder, and you are not to blame."
Seeing as you still did not look up, he felt you weren't convinced yet. "You have been battling your own body for a long time, it is no wonder you feel as terrible as you do. Anyone else would feel the same. You have not failed"
Gaining a bit of confidence from his words, you smoothed your hand over the blanket a few times before shakily saying "But I'm tired. Tired of battling, tired of constantly being on the lookout for something that's still just gonna do whatever it wants anyway. Tired of constantly carrying this weight, it's slowly getting heavier and I can't stand it anymore."
"I know" His thumb grazed your cheek, slow, reverent. "Let us carry some of that weight with you. You do not need to do it alone." There's a soft pause, like he's choosing his next words with care.
"You are precious to me. Both of us. When your body is unkind, we will not be. When the world makes it impossible for you to feel at ease, we will make it easier. When you cannot be strong, we will be for you."
His words were so sure and said with such tenderness and love it physically hurt.
Rapidly blinking back tears in an attempt to not embarrass yourself, you hesitantly asked "....you really mean that?"
He let out a soft laugh that was more a huff than anything, and brushed a kiss to your temple—steady and sure, an anchor.
"I do not speak lightly. You are doing everything you can. That is more than enough. And while you are still down we will stay with you, through every rise and fall, until your strength returns."
The soft creak of your bedroom door alerted you of Wyynde's return. Kaldur didn't break away from you, just shifted his hand from your cheek back to your shoulder, grounding and warm.
Wyynde nudged the door open with his elbow. In his hands he held a mug, steam curling gently from the contents inside it.
"I found that blend you liked, we'll need to get more next time we go shopping though" he said, tone casual but eyes softening the moment he took in the room—the way Kaldur held you close, the way your shoulders weren't droopy anymore and your fingers no longer twitchy. He took in the ambience of the room, and something fond passed through his expression.
He crossed the room in quick strides "You needed this more than I thought" he murmured, offering you the mug with both hands like it was something precious.
When your fingers curled around it's warmth, Wyynde leaned in and kissed your cheek—slow, deliberate, a wordless way of saying I'm right here. Then he pressed a quick kiss to Kaldur's temple too, a silent acknowledgement of whatever had transpired between you two.
Kaldur eased an arm around Wyynde's waist, guiding him into the space beside you. Wyynde simply sank down without protest, shoulder against you and arm sprawled across both his lover's bodies. He fit perfectly into the shape of the moment, like he'd been carved to belong there.
You sipped the tea—your favorite when your body was being a bitch—and felt Wyynde settle in, the warmth of his body pressed to yours was a comforting presence, one you could not be more grateful for. The warmth of the mug, the warmth of their bodies, the quiet thrum of the safety and love between all three of you...it all worked together to melt away the last of the days harshness.
Kaldur rested his forehead lightly against yours. Wyynde's cheek brushed your temple.
Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. You were held—completely, unquestionably and unconditionally.
@𝐃𝖾ᥣυᥣυᑲ𝗒ᑯ𝖾𝖿αυᥣ𝗍
Hey besties ♥️ Very first work, yay 🎉
Anywho, this is just a little something I cooked up since my blood sugars have been all over the place these last few days and I felt like getting comforted. I know life can be really tough for us chronic illness peeps but hey remember that it's not your fault if things aren't going as planned and just keep trying okay? I suck at comforting people so mb if this doesn't do much 😔. Anywho! Criticism is always welcome (but keep it civil people 🙏) and let me know if you guys have anything in particular you wanna see, I really want to get into writing 😭🙏 𝐁𝗒𝖾!
𓃠 — THE AFTERTASTE SERIES.
⇘ kaldur'ahm x reader.
Manta handpicks you as his son's lieutenant. your relationship may be peculiar -as Kaldur insists you mustn't fall for him despite the intensity of your interactions-, you soon acknowledge you'd do anything for him, even if that involves treason.
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Chat how do we feel about a Damian x reader omegaverse smut? I'm hospitalized and don't hate much to do
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Guys I feel like hero/civi romance could never survive in a world where superheroes are a thing. Like picture this,
Imagine in the case where you're the hero yes? And you're dating a civilian. Heck even a fellow hero who doesn't know your identity.
I feel like it's gonna be prime angst fuel.
You and your Bae are out, and suddenly you have a hero emergency (as one does) so you need to go STAT.
Now like the loving s/o that they are they would want your safety to be a priority. But they're going around literally risking their lives looking for you, trying to bring you to them so you two can find safety together.
But you're out there doing your job as you're supposed to and once that's done you meet your s/o where it's safe. Great. No problem. None at all.
But this keeps happening and at first they'll feel like you have A+ self preservation instincts. This could be a veeeery slippery slope tho. After some time—you won't know when—I think they'll start seeing you as....selfish? Like you care only for your own well-being and don't give a damn if Godzilla's foot literally turned them into pureé since you're never there with them at the height of danger.
I feel like this would breed a lot of mixed feelings. Like on one hand, since they really and truly love you, they're glad you can protect yourself but on the other they're mad because they think you don't love them as much. Why? because you're only found when the crisis is averted. And they're not finding that very cute.
Bonus points if you can absolutely—under no circumstances—cannot reveal your secret identity.
The angst is topnotch 😩🤌 Please someone write something with this scenario and my life is yours (please tag me fren 😭🙏)
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Hey pookies, so I wanna hear from y'all on how older!crush should end
Keep it as sweet as it is
Angst (confess and get rejected)
Some other odd third thing
Please let me know what y'all want 🫰(comment if possible, I can't decide for the life of me)
Sometimes I can't help but long for the hyperrealistic maladaptive daydream that I was having when I just woke up from my month long coma. I long for my dragon family and friends oh gosh 😮💨.
I neeeed to talk to someone about this.
PLEASE someone needs to hold a class on how to do this ☹️
I can teach you a bit in private message if you want
Yes! Yes yes oh please yes 🙏
Part 2 to this
🗡 Now look, it's not like you wanted to not act on it.
🗡 It was cute.
🗡 Truly.
🗡 But your bad ʅ₍ッ₎ʃ ig
🗡 Anywho,
🗡 It was a little....odd?
🗡 I mean sure you spent most of your free time in Gotham with the batfam (which wasn't as much as one would think tbh)
🗡 Between off world missions, following Hal around like the good little sidekick that you are (more like a power boost than anything) and normal superteen stuff, surely you couldn't be canceled too badly for not acting on how Batman's youngest protégé looked at you.
🗡 Bart once said it was "almost like he can't quite decide what he wants to do with you. Did you know he was raised as an assassin?"
🗡 Forbidding much?????
🗡 Gee thanks Bart 🫶😒
🗡 But your adorable babian would never.
🗡 Despite everything, he's a sweet sweet boy and you will defend his honor.
🗡 (Ma'am you're not helping this man's heart, please have mercy)
🗡 As a blue lantern, you were pretty sure it was a side effect of the ring? I mean who wouldn't fall in love with good vibes.
🗡 #livelaughhope💙
🗡 Oh and you're a healer too? Woooow.
🗡 Guess who just got stabbed 5 times this week~
🗡 And it's only Tuesday morning.
🗡 The others think it's exhausting.
🗡 You're just worried about the blood loss because GOOD LORD THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD.
🗡 An agonizingly slow 7 years pass.
🗡 Holy shi yearner final boss.
🗡 Guys let's be real, you wouldn't date a minor no matter how much they loved you.
🗡 And you were off world for like 5 of those years anyway (blue lantern corps business yada yada)
🗡 So truly no blame falls on you. Yay.
🗡 Because you've missed your prickly little feral boy, and you overhear that Wayne enterprise is hosting another gala soon,
🗡 You decide to suprise him.
🗡 Again, not helping the boy's heart.
🗡 Fast forward to said night because I don't want to drag this out.
🗡 Boom! You're there in all your radiant glory and you immediately gravitate towards the people you're familiar with.
🗡 Do not be fooled though, you're constantly scanning the room with a barely concealed grin.
🗡 Trying to zero in on your target.
🗡 Y'all know that cartoonish thing where you're scanning a room and you see what you're looking for but it doesn't register yet that you found it so you have to do a super fast double take? Yeah that.
🗡 WOAH
🗡 Is that Damian????
🗡 Of course it is, who else would be scowling so deeply next to a perfect platter of hors d'oeuvres.
🗡 Still it doesn't hurt to ask.
🗡 So you do.
🗡 And your suspicions are confirmed.
🗡 Holy Shit.
🗡 So you're walking up to him.
🗡 And all you're thinking is "when did you get hot?"
🗡 So you get closer, intentionally making your steps a little louder.
🗡 Getting stabbed with a butter knife would totally ruin the vibe me thinks.
🗡 You're pretty sure he's ignoring you. But when has that ever stopped you ʅ₍ッ₎ʃ
🗡 So you gently tap on his shoulder.
🗡 The atoms of your fingers barely make contact with the lint on his suit jacket (what lint babe? Why are we lying) before he snatches it.
🗡 Now you're worried about whiplash because why did he turn around that fast?
🗡 Forget the whiplash, if looks could kill then you definitely wouldn't be standing on your own two feet right now.
🗡 But as soon as he realizes who it is, you see like 12 different emotions flash through his eyes in real time.
🗡 You're so tempted to scream "suprise!" and do jazz hands.
🗡 Did I mention he's still holding your hand?
🗡 hehehe.
🗡 Which is weird because it just got a whole lot sweatier now.
🗡 We know Damian is a man of little restraint when it comes to love, so he gently places your hand where his heart should be.
🗡 Okay lover boy, we see you.
🗡 For plot's sake y'all are a little off to the side okay? Okay.
🗡 So y'all are just standing there.
🗡 Not like this tho🧍♀️ 🧍♂️
🗡 And frankly, no one knows what to say.
🗡 Especially not you.
🗡 Should you apologize? Tell him what you've been up to all these years? Mention his ridiculous growth spurt?
🗡 "Ohmehgersh you've gotten so big. I used to babysit you, do you remember me?"
🗡 Yeah no babe.
🗡 So y'all just stare.
🗡 Well YOU stare, he's committing every inch of your face to memory.
🗡 And he's taking his sweet time.
🗡 Your hand is still held to his heart baby.
🗡 It's a few minutes and you've had enough so you break the silence. You could've sworn he almost teared up at the sound of your voice.
🗡 You two talk, it's a little awkward of course but there's no way around it so y'all just bear it.
🗡 Pretty sure you're reminded like 4 times that he's much older now. Like sir we can see that.
🗡 The moment is broken when you get a message about some unplanned something and you regrettably let him know that you have to go. Fast.
🗡 Holy cliche.
🗡 But I don't curr, I'm the author. ☺️
🗡 So he painstakingly let's your hand go (he obviously does that little romantic slow wrist rub thing), not without placing a soft kiss on your kuckles as a goodbye of course.
🗡 Somebody definitely put in the work.
🗡 You're outside now
🗡 Oof.
🗡 WHAT WAS THAT?!
🗡 None of you are aware, but lots of 100$ bills change hands and bets are placed.
🗡 The clock just fell back into motion.
@𝐃𝖾ᥣυᥣυᑲ𝗒ᑯ𝖾𝖿αυᥣ𝗍
There is just 1 part left because I didn't exactly want to rush this or make it too long. Anywho, here y'all are. Eat up and tell me if y'all do want the pt3 or no.
𝐓α𝗀 ᥣ𝗂𝗌𝗍⋆˚꩜｡
@virtaideen (here you go pooks)
Truly can't stop thinking about the fact that Damian Thomas Al Ghul Wayne would fall head over heels in love with someone older than him. Walk with me now.
🗡 5 years older than Damian Wayne
🗡 Wtf?
🗡 You're literally 18
🗡 Damian is 13
🗡 5 year age gap. Lord help us.
🗡 You've been acquainted with the bat batfam since like forever.
🗡 One would think Hal would be a more responsible mentor.
🗡 Ha! You got jokes.
🗡 Damian arrives Gotham when he's like 10.
🗡 Still very uptight the first year.
🗡 Starts to crack mid second.
🗡 And he's already fallen by the beginning of the third.
🗡 Everyone thinks it's puppy love at best.
🗡 I mean c'mon.
🗡 He's literally 13 and you're 18.
🗡 What sense does that even make.
🗡 Yeah well he doesn't seem to think it's very funny.
🗡 Really aggravated that his feelings aren't taken seriously 😒
🗡 Lots of brooding from this one.
🗡 Grumpyboy™️
🗡 Poor boy is trying so hard to impress you.
🗡 Bless his heart ❤️
🗡 Jon too seemed to have a crush on you??? Don't say that please, Damian doesn't like that.
🗡 But he grew out of it of course (don't say this either thank you)
🗡 He's now dating one super sweet girl.
🗡 Damian is still hung up on his first love.
🗡 Help, he's still at the restaurant.
🗡 Anyway,
🗡 This puppy love is getting embarrassing atp so his family tries to put him out of his misery (he can't even work up the courage to confess omg)
🗡 Dick tries to put him in as many missions without you as possible.
🗡 It does nothing.
🗡 Jason tries to (slightly overbearingly but still with brotherly regard) tease/bully him into either forgetting about it or confessing his feelings.
🗡 It doesn't end well.
🗡 Lots of curses fly. Weapons are pulled and Alfred bans them from being in correspondence for 2 weeks.
🗡 Cass and Steph decide to try their luck. You are their friend after all.
🗡 So they do.
🗡 Steph has to be pulled off Damian like a feral cat because "he's being unreasonable!" and she just wants to knock a little bit of sense into him.
🗡 Bruce says "fine I'll do it myself" like the loving batdad that he is.
🗡 Turns to Gotham's socialites. The plan turns against him.
🗡 Lots of rejected young lads and ladies. Rich parents are quite disappointed that they won't be making in-laws out of the Waynes after all.
🗡 Oh did I mention that because of Bruce's brilliant idea Gotham times now has a front page article on this situation? Something something Wayne's youngest, Damian Wayne caught up in the clutches of unrequited love or whatever.
🗡 "Did I say stand there and look stupid? No I said Burn It"
🗡 Bruce to whoever wrote that article.
🗡 Well damn. This did not go as planned.
🗡 Tim, Babs and Duke don't even bother lol.
🗡 You are well aware of all this btw. You just don't want to fan the flames of teenage love.
Y'all let me know if y'all want a part two.
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𝐃𝗂𝗌𝖼ᥣα𝗂ꭑ𝖾𝗋: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ⱺ𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗌 ᑲᥣⱺ𝗀 ω𝗂ᥣᥣ ᑲ𝖾 ρυ𝗋𝖾ᥣ𝗒 𝗌𝖾ᥣ𝖿-𝗂𐓣𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝐏𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝖾𝖾ᑯ ω𝗂𝗍ɦ 𝖼αυ𝗍𝗂ⱺ𐓣 ֶָ֢
"Sometimes, I think, I just wanna grab you both like I grab my water bottle at 3am and just kiss you silly like I drink that water. Without stopping to take a breath, non stop until the bottle is empty"
At this both men looked at you like you just threatened to reveal Victoria's secret.
Wyynde, who was closer to the nightstand with said water bottle on it, reached for the oversized thing "Are you okay my love? Are you high again? Thirsty?" He worriedly inquired before realizing that the bottle was practically empty.
"Maybe" you shrugged pathetically "I wasn't exactly hinting at that, I just wanted you two to know how much I love you. Besides, the dexcom isn't screaming at me right now so I think I'm in the clear" with that you slumped and snuggled closer into Kaldur's chest, unintentionally hitting his book a little.
"Perhaps getting you a drink of water just in case is best hm? And we should check that site again, I believe you fell on that arm during training today" Kaldur looked at you, who he was pretty sure was—in fact—high. Poor thing, you'd been having irregular spikes all day and probably didn't know what to do anymore aside from just giving up.
"Wyynde, would you please?" He asked his lover, who was also trying to figure out what was going on.
"Of course" with that he gave both of you a kiss, grabbed your snoopy water bottle and was out of the bedroom to refill it. A couple beats of silence passed before Kaldur turned to you again with a rather serious look in his eye "How are you feeling aga'ros? Please be honest with me" He didn't mind that his voice had an obvious edge to it.
Nervously chewing your lip, you took a few seconds to answer, partly because you didn't quite know what to say. Letting out a heavy sigh, you decided to just get out with it "I dunno really, I know I should be past all this—the uncontrollable spikes I mean— and I'm not supposed to be feeling like shit the way I am—though a high blood sugar will do that to you."
You don't know when you started picking at your nail bed, but made no effort to stop doing it.
You both let the silence stretch and when Kaldur didn't say anything, you took that as his cue for you to go on. Letting out another even heavier sigh, you hesitantly let your eyes meet his for a few fleeting seconds "I'm not new to this, I've been diabetic for a while but I still don't have complete control over my condition and it makes me feel like crap. Like I'm not trying hard enough. It sucks y'know"
You let your hands fall to the blanket, fiddling with the ruffles at the edge of it, you waited for him to say something.
Contrary to what was expected, he simply pulled you into him and held you there. The hug went for longer than either of you intended but it was welcomed nonetheless.
Kaldur pressed a kiss to the top of your head, one that made your stomach flutter a little. "I will not say I understand completely what it is like–" "you bet" you quietly interrupted "–but I know you hold yourself to impossible standards."
You'd already furrowed your brows so hard before you could even catch yourself. "explain" you demanded, still avoiding his eyes. Whether from your previous anxiety or now out of mild irritation, neither of you will ever truly know.
Sensing the shift in your mood, Kaldur gently stroked your shoulder. Thumb slow and grounding as he calmly explained what he meant "Your condition is not a simple enemy you can defeat and forget about. It is one you live with. Some days it fights harder, and you are not to blame."
Seeing as you still did not look up, he felt you weren't convinced yet. "You have been battling your own body for a long time, it is no wonder you feel as terrible as you do. Anyone else would feel the same. You have not failed"
Gaining a bit of confidence from his words, you smoothed your hand over the blanket a few times before shakily saying "But I'm tired. Tired of battling, tired of constantly being on the lookout for something that's still just gonna do whatever it wants anyway. Tired of constantly carrying this weight, it's slowly getting heavier and I can't stand it anymore."
"I know" His thumb grazed your cheek, slow, reverent. "Let us carry some of that weight with you. You do not need to do it alone." There's a soft pause, like he's choosing his next words with care.
"You are precious to me. Both of us. When your body is unkind, we will not be. When the world makes it impossible for you to feel at ease, we will make it easier. When you cannot be strong, we will be for you."
His words were so sure and said with such tenderness and love it physically hurt.
Rapidly blinking back tears in an attempt to not embarrass yourself, you hesitantly asked "....you really mean that?"
He let out a soft laugh that was more a huff than anything, and brushed a kiss to your temple—steady and sure, an anchor.
"I do not speak lightly. You are doing everything you can. That is more than enough. And while you are still down we will stay with you, through every rise and fall, until your strength returns."
The soft creak of your bedroom door alerted you of Wyynde's return. Kaldur didn't break away from you, just shifted his hand from your cheek back to your shoulder, grounding and warm.
Wyynde nudged the door open with his elbow. In his hands he held a mug, steam curling gently from the contents inside it.
"I found that blend you liked, we'll need to get more next time we go shopping though" he said, tone casual but eyes softening the moment he took in the room—the way Kaldur held you close, the way your shoulders weren't droopy anymore and your fingers no longer twitchy. He took in the ambience of the room, and something fond passed through his expression.
He crossed the room in quick strides "You needed this more than I thought" he murmured, offering you the mug with both hands like it was something precious.
When your fingers curled around it's warmth, Wyynde leaned in and kissed your cheek—slow, deliberate, a wordless way of saying I'm right here. Then he pressed a quick kiss to Kaldur's temple too, a silent acknowledgement of whatever had transpired between you two.
Kaldur eased an arm around Wyynde's waist, guiding him into the space beside you. Wyynde simply sank down without protest, shoulder against you and arm sprawled across both his lover's bodies. He fit perfectly into the shape of the moment, like he'd been carved to belong there.
You sipped the tea—your favorite when your body was being a bitch—and felt Wyynde settle in, the warmth of his body pressed to yours was a comforting presence, one you could not be more grateful for. The warmth of the mug, the warmth of their bodies, the quiet thrum of the safety and love between all three of you...it all worked together to melt away the last of the days harshness.
Kaldur rested his forehead lightly against yours. Wyynde's cheek brushed your temple.
Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. You were held—completely, unquestionably and unconditionally.
@𝐃𝖾ᥣυᥣυᑲ𝗒ᑯ𝖾𝖿αυᥣ𝗍
Hey besties ♥️ Very first work, yay 🎉
Anywho, this is just a little something I cooked up since my blood sugars have been all over the place these last few days and I felt like getting comforted. I know life can be really tough for us chronic illness peeps but hey remember that it's not your fault if things aren't going as planned and just keep trying okay? I suck at comforting people so mb if this doesn't do much 😔. Anywho! Criticism is always welcome (but keep it civil people 🙏) and let me know if you guys have anything in particular you wanna see, I really want to get into writing 😭🙏 𝐁𝗒𝖾!
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𝐀𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼α𐓣 ⱺω𐓣𝖾ᑯ
‿‿‿‿ ᑲ𝗋α𝗂𐓣𝗌 __and__ ᑲ𝗂𝖼𝖾ρ𝗌 ཀ
𓄧 *8*𝗍𝖾𝖾𐓣 . oh.ᐟ lucky girl 𖹭
୨୧ their third ₊⊹
[.⊹ ࣪ "are you married?" we'll say "no sir...
𝐆ᥣⱺ𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍α𝗂𐓣𝗌 α𐓣ᑯ 𝗌𝖾αωα𝗍𝖾𝗋 ρ𝗋ⱺꭑ𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 ⋆˚࿔
⤷ she ֶָ֢ . her ֶָ֢
𝒢𝜚
⟡ ...but you can do the job when you're in town"˖]
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𝐃𝗂𝗌𝖼ᥣα𝗂ꭑ𝖾𝗋: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍ɦ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ⱺ𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗌 ᑲᥣⱺ𝗀 ω𝗂ᥣᥣ ᑲ𝖾 ρυ𝗋𝖾ᥣ𝗒 𝗌𝖾ᥣ𝖿-𝗂𐓣𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍. 𝐏𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝖾𝖾ᑯ ω𝗂𝗍ɦ 𝖼αυ𝗍𝗂ⱺ𐓣 ֶָ֢
