#I didn't even realized I missed them that much

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part five

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- mutual pining like a mf, obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mutual pining, lots of yearninggg, kissing (I KNOW YAYYY) dry humping, teasing, fingering, public play, fluffy and cute- there will be a part six! (final) pretty woman vibes 🤭

<<<Part Four

Escort! Satoru finally does it, he asks you on that date, watching the shock in your eyes, the trembling of your lips as you step back, and Satoru feels it then, the hammering of his heart. Is it too late? Should he have reached out again to you after the first night, when you didn't answer? His blue eyes peer at you over those glasses, as the sunlight beats down on your skin, making his cheeks just a little reddened, striking across his pale skin.

Escort! Satoru eases his hands gently off your face, when you swallow nervously - he hurt you so badly that night, the embarrassment of asking him to hold you, dying for a mere kiss on the lips. How could you be so foolish, truly, you had to try to forget him in any way you could, after sleeping with him and knowing he would never be yours, always sharing him, he was just there because of your money and maybe he enjoyed it. But it wasn't more.

Escort! Satoru realizes how much he fucking missed you now, as if some void is filled by your presence, but you lower his hands gently, holding them for a moment. 'I was so...' stupid, you were stupid 'I'm very sorry I asked you for things you never do,' you sigh, looking around, seeing people walk by. 'I should have respected your-' Satoru stops you then, tilting your chin up, your gaze focused on him. 'I should have held you, okay? I'm sorry...' you feel your eyes fill with the tears, as words you've dreamed of are spoken, and they feel just like that- a dream. 'I want a real date, could we?'

Escort! Satoru eyes you when your phone rings, and you look down nervously. 'I have a date tonight, the first in... years' Satoru steps back now, glaring at you. 'With who?' you blink in surprise. 'Why does it matter to you? Do you think after months I wouldn't ever wanna try?' Satoru grips your wrist, thumb brushing against the veins gently, sending shivers down your spine, as he tries to compose himself, he has no right to be so mad, so jealous. 'Fine, then give me a date after' he murmurs, desperate for you, how can he see you and not try? After everything he's been yearning for appears before him, and he knows how badly he fucked up. 'I don't know...' you want to, god you do, but you also know how badly Satoru can hurt you, uniquely. 'Please just, give me a chance to explain myself, to be myself and not...' he trails off, the wind blows gently and a little blossom lands on your hair, which he sweetly brushes away. 'One chance'

Escort! Satoru is furious thinking about anyone touching you, though it's toxic and unrealistic in every aspect. His job was to touch, though he'd throw it all away if you asked, god he would, because he doesn't find joy in any of it. No amount of money fills this emptiness, but he never thought he'd have a chance with you - only to ruin it. 'I'll go out with you this weekend, but you pick the place, and pick me up' you say softly, his heart thuds as he nods eagerly, desperate and pathetic for you - something he's never been until you ruined him with just your energy, your body, that laugh he'd love to have back. Memories of your night fill him then, as he aches to touch you, to know you, to kiss you.

Escort! Satoru plans the date to a tee, but the whole time he's wondering - where are you going, and with who? Would you prefer them over him? Meanwhile you're trying to get through that date, mind wandering, you just tried to open up for the first time since Satoru broke your heart - even if it was your own fault. You try to smile, and enjoy him, a handsome man that surely was perfect on paper, and interested in you. As the night goes on and the drinks pour, you think to yourself, you should try, letting him kiss you at the end of the evening, wondering what you'll feel. It's nice, but it's nothing like just being near Satoru. Frustrated almost to tears, you're laying in bed that night, as the man in your head that you almost pushed down enough, is back front and center.

Escort! Satoru can't stand it, knowing you're on a date, he almost texts you so many times before he caves - 'ready for our date?'- he smirks, hoping your with whoever it was. But you don't answer him for hours, until you finally write him - yes - and that's it, no sweet banter like the two of you had. It's different, had you really already moved on? He trembles as he texts you - 'how was the date?' - and you write - 'it was fine, any jobs tonight? - and that's when he realizes you're mad. The sweetest girl he met is so clearly mad. He hadn't taken a job tonight, and he's cancelled his week, but he gets it clearly. - 'no job tonight, I'm excited to see you' - He's never said that to anyone. You heart the message, emotions catching, excitement but apprehension in equal parts, you just don't know if he's serious, you're so scared to let go again.

Escort! Satoru picks you up that night in his car, some little Maserati sports car that looks like it goes way too fast. You can't act like he's not sexy as fuck as he steps out of it, opening your door and grinning at you, but you try to hold back, smiling with a 'thank you' as you slide in next to him. Satoru's hand craves to press on your thigh, but fuck if he's not nervous, he hasn't had a date since he started this career despite his job being to go on dates, not a real one, not with someone he asked. He's damn near shaking with his nerves, trying to play it off, as he drives through the quiet streets, smiling over at you with a quirk of his lips. 'You look beautiful' his words make you flustered, nervously tugging a bit on the gorgeous dress you're wearing, glittering like the stars in the sky - fuck your very skin itself glitters. 'you're saying it truly this time?'

Escort! Satoru glares now, foot on his break, scowling at you. 'what do you mean truly? you think I didn't mean any of it?' you blink back unexpected tears, looking out the dark tinted window as he drives once more. 'It was your job, that's all, and I told you I took it too far, you shouldn't feel bad that happened. I - ah!' he skids to a stop suddenly, pulling off the side of the road, and unbuckling your seatbelt so fast you can barely register. He's got you on his lap so fast, as cars whirl by, shaking the fucking car and shocking you further, as he handles you like it's nothing. You brace your hands on his chest, so nervous now, hands clenching the black jacket of his tux, breaths faster and faster. 'You are beautiful, I never said that because of a job' he swipes away your tears, lips hovering over yours, as he exhales, breath tickling your lips. 'What are you doing, Satoru?' your whisper is weak, as he drags you even closer, and his eyes dart to your lips. 'What I should have done that night'

Escort! Satoru slams his lips on yours then and there, you feel it like hot, electric shots going through your body when he does, when he's pressing those plush, glossy lips on yours, and you're shattering over him, lost in his kiss. Satoru has never felt anything like it, like finally kissing you, his tongue slipping in your mouth, drinking up your every cry, every gasp, as you roll your hips just right, and he feels the heat he's been dying for against his aching cock. 'Fuck...' his hushed words are met with your little cry, which just has him dragging you down harder, ready to devour every sweet inch of you, but barely being able to drag himself from your lips, gasping as he pulls back, eyes meeting yours, glimmering now. 'Satoru you... kissed me...' you're close to crying now, trembling as he sighs, cupping your pretty face, the one that's haunted him. 'I've wanted to since I first saw you'

Escort! Satoru keeps kissing you, over and over, desperate and messy, you almost cum just from that friction against you, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, as his huge hands press into your skin. 'I need you, fuck I need you sweetheart- god you have no clue' you're easing back, struggling to compose yourself. 'Am I so VIP?' you tease softly, and he feels it then, the soft way you're asking - not judging, but scared. He exhales, resting his head on yours, shaking his head and pulling you down again. 'I'll gladly delete my whole fucking profile, for a chance with you' his words sink in fully. Your cheeks are hot under his gentle touch. 'I just don't... Satoru, you don't have to do this for me. I understand...' He kisses you once more, before your phone rings.

Escort! Satoru glares, and you can't help but giggle. 'Are you jealous?' he just sets his jaw, as you look over and see it, holding the phone with a shaky hand, and he pulls you harder on his cock, having your eyes roll back in your skull. 'Tell him you're on a date' he whispers, gripping you so tight, before easing you to sit back in your seat, kissing you over and over. 'Let's get there, okay?' you're trying to compose yourself, seeing him shift and wince while he drives once more, pouting. 'You enjoying my pain, sweets?' you can't help but giggle again. The date is pretty and serene, the restaraunt on the roof top, swathed in moonlight. Satoru feeds you carefully, the two of you sharing dessert, talking and laughing like the first time he fucking met you - when he knew then, something was so special about you, something he could never pin fully, but he sees it, with how the candle light hits your face, your sweet blush as his hand slips up your thigh.

Escort! Satoru is not happy to learn you've had a kiss, and your amused little smile is quickly lost, when he slips his fingers between your thighs, and you wildly look around, as he smirks at you. 'That's cute, you kissed? did you like that?' he's taunting now, possessive gaze, that you can't get enough of, fuck you want all of him, even though you're scared, so scared to be hurt again. He's pressing his fingers against your panties, which are soaked, watching as your eyes get lidded, hand gripping the thick white cloth, and he slips under then, feeling the heat he'd been dying for, leaning in close. 'Asked you a question, hmm?' you lean closer, hips shifting, jerking as he thumbs your twitchy little clit, making you gush. 'Would you be mad if I liked it, Satoru?' he sighs, slipping two fingers in your slick hole, making you almost moan in the fucking restaurant now. 'You're wet for me, aren't you, all me?' He's curling them now, acting so casual as a waitress refills your wine, and you pray no one hears the squishing noises your juices are making.

Escort! Satoru can't help but suck you off his fingers, right before he makes you cum, and you're throbbing around nothing, wanting. You're clenching your teeth as you watch, as if he's finishing his dessert- and when he tastes you again!? He can barely control himself, eyes dilated while you sink into his tastebuds, ready to finally give you what you want, and need, and deserve, fuck you so good you can't function, and hold and kiss you. Satoru slips his lips on yours in front of the restaurant, and you taste yourself, whining into his lips. Suddenly a girl sees him, a frequent client who'd gotten too obsessed, and walks right up to him, crossing her arms. He eases back in the seat, as you look down shyly, unsure of who she is. 'I'm on a date' his words make your heart flutter now, as she glares. 'ah, so you do kiss? was this some special package, do you know how expensive you are?' you bite back a smile, and Satoru just grins, shaking his head like a little shit. 'It's different, she's my girlfriend.'

Escort! Satoru blushes when you whisper 'your girlfriend, huh?' in his ear moments later, as a very angry client stomps off, and he brushes back your hair, hard body against yours, studying your face. 'Would you... be my girlfriend?'

I need one more part for these two - it'll probably be all sex lolll hope you enjoy this one!

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[comradekrow]

Scammers are fucking wretched- they want to catch you in a terrible and vulnerable place. There's a jury scam going around right now where someone claiming to be from the sheriff's office calls you to tell you that you missed jury duty and are going to be put in jail if you don't send 10k right now.

My spouse got that call while they were in the hospital and having a lot of cognitive issues- I had to take the phone because the scammer was terrifying and confusing them. I told them we were in the hospital for stroke symptoms and would need to talk another time and the scammer doubled down. That's when I realized it was a scam but it was still incredibly sophisticated:

- They knew people likely couldn't afford the original cost they threw out and if you said I can't afford that, they'd say "okay let me speak with the judge" and leave you on hold for 30 seconds before returning with a lower but still extremely scary price (I think it was 6k and then 3k when we said we couldn't afford that).

- When I said I didn't trust the call, the caller told me to look at the caller ID, and it did say [REDACTED] County Police Department. When I pointed out that could be faked he said he'd have someone from the clerk's office call instead to prove the legitimacy. A different person called with a new and legit looking caller ID to continue the call before transferring me back to him.

Eventually I hung up and looked up "jury duty scam" and sure enough, it was a new scam that had a cropped up. I reported the call to my county's court system and they said there's been a lot of issues with people falling for that scam but that the government always either mails you a letter or sends an actual person if they need to speak with you.

Things that clued me in that this was a scam:

- the caller's accent was a strong Appalachian one- much deeper in the mountains than is even near where I live; sometimes people move of course but the other caller's accent was the same

- caller ID was slightly off, iirc it was in all caps and shortened department to dept which just felt a little strange and the other caller ID was not in all caps and spelled out department

- the rushing and complete ignoring of our circumstances; if he had stopped to sympathize with our plight, it might've taken a lot longer for me to figure out it was a scam because most people when you say you're in the hospital react with sympathy, condolences, well wishes, etc. and he just bulldozed over that

- lowering the cost until we said we could pay it without mentioning any sort of long term plan for incremental payment- immediacy is everything

Anyways, I'm not an expert on these things but I wanted to make people aware of this particular scam because of how scary it was to us on top of the other things we were dealing with.

My mom got phished in an EXTREMELY refined scam that pretty much anyone could fall for-- basically her account was already pre-hacked and they spoofed the bank's number exactly, called her pretending there was fraud, and read back legitimate and fake transactions and personal info so she wouldn't suspect they weren't the bank. Then discouraged her from logging in claiming the account was locked so they could investigate the fraud-- all so she wouldnt catch them making massive purchases using her stolen info.

We have the same boss and when she told him what happened he recommended she call the bank directly, so she did and they managed to catch it in time before $20k of transactions went through. Very scary

I guess the lesson here is never ever answer your phone, I love that fraud is so rampant an entire form of mass communication is now useless

ANYONE can fall for phishing scams- my mom is extremely smart and we discuss common scams that target her age demographic and she still fell for this. If it happened to me I may have fallen for it too. Always be careful!

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt3 of the Danny is the 99th attempted clone Tim made of Kon. Kon learns about Danny.

Relevant info: Kon was dead closer to a year and a half in this au, and this happens a few months after his revival.

[Pt2: here]

So Tim has admittedly been putting off meeting up with the Titans. Everyone has settled back into the new normal. Too much has happened for it to look anything like before, but the other 3 Titans have been hanging out semi-regularly, and Tim turns down their invites 3 of 4 times. He knows it's starting to hurt their feelings, and he hates that.

But... he's scared to admit he's a father now. A father to a clone of one of them. He's not sure how to bring it up. Cassie never asked if he was successful, probably just assumed he failed because there isn't a third Superboy flying around. Jokes on her. Danny isn't going to be a Superboy. He's not allowed to even think about being a hero or vigilante until he's 14 at the earliest, and Tim is going to help him find his own name if he chooses that path. He won't be a Robin or Superboy. He won't live in the shadow of those legacies if Tim can help it.

None of that is relevant for the here and now, though. Tim got Jason to babysit Danny and finally agreed to a hang out with the Titans. He asked Danny for his opinion first before making his decision and got the go ahead. So, Tim is finally going to come clean.

Tim barely makes it into the tower when he's tackled by his friends.

"Tim! You're here!" Bart cheers.

"Yeah, it's good to see you guys too. Sorry I haven't been very present." Tim fidgets. "I've been busy... I also haven't been honest..."

"Tim?" Cassie sounds concerned. And Tim just can't. He extracts himself from the puppy pile. He can't make himself give eye contact. He's sure his guilt and shame are written all over his body language.

"Tim, you can tell us anything." Kon sounds super genuine. Tim takes a deep grounding breath.

"Okay, let's do this like a bandaid." Tim finally looks at them, focusing mostly on Kon. "I have a son. He's technically Kon's, too."

He gets the dubious pleasure of watching his three idiots look at his abdomen, as if he gave birth.

"Why-? Kon, we never fucked!? What the fuck guys??" He sputters, waving his hands in front of him.

"Then how-" Cassie realizes. "Oh!"

"Oh?? What do you mean??" Bart is looking between them and vibrating in confusion. Kon is just looking like a confused and concerned puppy.

"Okay, so, I may have had a breakdown with everyone dying or going missing." Tim grimaces. "And while I was fully aware that even if I succeeded, it wouldn't be Kon, I still tried to clone him. And, um, I did manage to succeed in the end."

"Fuck, Tim.." Kon starts.

"Look, I was in a really fucking dark place and needed even just a piece of good I lost." Tim hugs himself, self loathing burning him from the inside out. "Everyone was turning their back on me, I just needed something, anything, to keep going."

"Fuck, I should have helped..." Cassie bites her lip, chewing on her guilty conscious.

"It's fine. No one was listening. Don't beat yourself up over it. You were in a bad spot, too." Tim gives a humorless laugh. "Danny was my 99th attempt. And my last attempt, if I'm honest. I could feel myself breaking more with each failure. On a fucking whim, I decided to make the 99th attempt a baby instead of trying for a teenager, and it worked. I fucked up a bit, I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to that of a 1 year old, but he was alive. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. I was scared to tell you. I'm sorry-"

"Tim.." Kon cuts him off, and Tim snaps his mouth shut. "I.. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about you cloning me, but I'd like to meet him. What's his name?"

Tim rapidly blinks back tears. "Aedan Drake, he prefers being called Danny. I.. I didn't add Kent because I don't trust Clark with him or give him an El name, I wanted him to understand kryptonian language and culture first. I... I also wanted Danny to be old enough to make the decision over his name himself. I don't want him to be treated like you were. The house of El were so awful to you."

"I understand, Tim." Kon steps towards Tim, "Can.. Can I hug you?"

Tim nods and is swept into a tight hug. He feels something give emotionally, and he sobs into his shoulder. "I fucking love him so much."

"Tell me about him." Kon says softly. He can feel Bart and Cassie hoving, unsure what to do, but unwilling to leave.

"He's physically around 3 now. He loves ghosts and space and named the wolf plushy I bought him on his first day alive Wulf." There's some chuckles over that. "He's sassy and petty, but insanely sweet and tries to help out with any and all tasks. I see so much of both of us in him. Nature vs Nurture is a messy bitch. You remember what I said my start as Robin was like?"

"How you had to babysit a grown ass man and force him into better habits?" Cassie snarks.

"Karma's a funny bitch. Danny started doing the same shit to me as soon as he figured out how to walk." Tim giggles. "Anytime we weren't in danger, he'd force me to take care of injuries and to eat and sleep. And I'd do it because what kind of monster denies a baby trying to be helpful... plus he gets really stressed and depressed if he can't help."

Tim grips the back of Kon's shirt. "I don't understand how he developed my people pleaser tendencies so early on. We were stuck on LoA bases when he first started doing everything in his power to help me. I was purposely being a little shit to our "hosts" at the time. So it wasn't a surprise that he developed a Robin's need to troll, but he only saw me be nice to him."

"The LoA??" Kon asks in alarm.

"It was a rough year..." Tim scowls. "And if I see Ra's again, I'm gutting him. B's rules be damned."

"What happened?" Cassie asks, suddenly a lot closer.

"He's a creep, a pedo, and a child abuser." Kon rubs Tim's suddenly very stiff back and shoulders. "I could handle him being creepy towards me. While gross and awful to have a disgusting 300 or something year old man trying to wife me-"

"Excuse me???"

"He WHAT?"

"-I'm more pissed I couldn't protect Danny. I don't know what that piece of shit did when I couldn't take Danny with me, but Danny is linked to the pit now. He luckily doesn't have pit rage like Jason, but he can calm Jason's pit and apparently glows according to Duke." Tim sobs. "I should have killed the man when I had a chance. I don't know what he did to Danny!"

"It's not your fault, Tim." Kon hugs Tim tightly, it's almost painful. "You were in a tough spot and doing your best to keep you both alive."

"Just focus on healing and moving on." Bart says while running a hand through Tim's hair. Cassie rubs both Tim and Kon's backs as Tim gets himself under control.

"Can.. can I meet him?" Kon whispers.

"I'd love for you to meet him." Tim sniffles. "He was nervous you'd hate him for existing. I apparently passed on my stupid anxiety. I couldn't quite get him to believe me when I told him he wouldn't be who you'd be mad at if you got mad. He wants to meet you, but I accidentally made the most jaded baby in the world."

"A Super raised by a Bat is going to be terrifying." Bart giggles. "We'll have to make sure he doesn't become a supervillain."

"Meh. He's too cute. If he goes evil, all he has to do is pout and he'll instantly win." Tim jokes, wiggling out of the hug. "Want to see pictures?"

There's a very strong positive response. The next 3 hours finds Tim showing off pictures and explaining the stories behind them, his team melting at how cute his son is. Tim feels the lightest he's felt in a while. He does have to promise Bart and Cassie to bring Danny over once Kon and Danny meet one on one first.

What Tim doesn't know is Kon is absolutely obsessed with and slightly horny over this parental side of Tim. He's fully daydreaming of the 3 of them living together and being disgustingly domestic the whole time Tim is showing off Danny. Cassie can tell what Kon is thinking about and is amused.

Once Tim leaves, the Titans go to the training room and fuck up some bots because of the rage they feel on Tim and Danny's behalf. They all agree to be as petty as possible to any LoA members they come across and to murder Ra's the moment there's an opportunity to do so without the JL knowing. Tim isn't the only unhinged one on this team. That's why they work so well together.

[willowsnook]

The history of love

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

Oscar piastri x childhoodbsf!reader

request from @opastries81 prompt list here

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Oscar thinks he probably fell in love with you when you were both 10 years old. Your family had moved into the house next to his, having moved overseas from America for your dad’s job, and it was like a missing puzzle piece in his life had finally fallen into place. 

Everyone always said the two of you were two peas in a pod. The two of you were inseparable, and when his family decided to send him to boarding school, you cried harder than you ever had before. But even after he moved, nothing changed between you besides distance. 

You talked on the phone almost every day, constantly in communication. As you got older, people often pointed out that you became carbon copies of one another, that dry sense of humor, non-expressive behavior, and general casualness. While Oscar might have known he loved you early on, you were oblivious. You missed all the signs.

Like when he memorized your coffee order down to the extra pump of vanilla, he never dated anyone longer than a few weeks but always knew exactly what to say to cheer you up after your breakups. When he flew home early just to make it to your birthday, saying it was for “the cake.” When he watched every dumb reality show you loved, even though he claimed to hate them. When he looked at you like you hung the stars—every time you laughed, every time you weren’t looking.

You just thought… that’s what best friends did. And he was okay with that, deciding that he’d just wait until you’d figure it out, even though it grew increasingly frustrating as time went on. 

“I don’t understand why you can’t just tell her,” Lando questioned as he and Oscar walked into the paddock. 

“It’s not that simple,” Oscar said and Lando threw his hands out. 

“What do you mean it’s not that simple? You two are practically married!” 

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Not this again. She's just oblivious."

"That's an understatement," Lando muttered. "She didn't even realize when you ditched that important testing session last year to help her move apartments."

"I told her I had the day off."

"My point exactly," Lando said, slapping Oscar's shoulder. "She believes whatever you tell her because she trusts you completely. Just tell her the truth."

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And risk fifteen years of friendship? No thanks."

His phone buzzed with a notification. It was you, sending a picture of yourself in your F1 team merchandise, captioned: Ready to watch my best friend crush it this weekend!

"Speaking of your wife," Lando teased, peeking at Oscar's phone. "She's coming to the race?"

“Yeah, she’s flying in tonight,” Oscar told him. “Join us for dinner?” 

“I’m not interested in third-wheeling, so no,” Lando said, rolling his eyes. 

“Suit yourself.” 

Since it was the Tuesday of race week, Oscar had the evening free so you were happy to get to go out to eat at a normal time versus the late night meals you were used to when you came for his races. He was already in the hotel lobby when you came down and your mood increased the second you saw him; the tiredness of a long travel day already forgotten. 

“Hi buddy,” you greeted, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“Hi, y/n,” he said into your hair. “Ready?” 

He’d picked out a cute little Italian place that was near the hotel and you were lucky to get seated outside, right next to the water. Looking over the menu, you brightened. 

“They have that bottle of wine I loved so much from that place back home we went to a couple of months ago,” you said. “No glasses option though, just the bottle.”

“We can split it,” Oscar offered. 

“You sure? I know how you get with wine,” you teased and he rolled his eyes. Oscar was generally not a lightweight except when it came to wine. There was just something about it that got to him. 

Sure enough, two glasses later, that familiar glassy look was on his face. You were tipsy and amused, quickly flagging down the waiter so you could leave before he decided to order something else. When you made it outside his fingers slipped easily into yours as you walked. 

As you were walking, you smiled at an old couple sitting on the bench sharing a cup of ice cream. You hoped for that kind of love one day. 

“Do you think you’ll get married one day?” You asked, looking over at Oscar. He laughed at the randomness of the question.

“Of course,” he said confidently. 

“You’ll just have to find someone who can put up with your weirdness first,” you teased. 

“I already have so I’m all set,” he answered and you furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“Who?” You asked. Maybe he hadn’t told you about meeting someone new recently. You had just seen him a couple of weeks ago though. 

“Well you of course,” he said nonchalantly, not even stuttering in his step. He stopped though, once your hand yanked him back. 

“What are you talking about Oscar?” You asked and he gave you a tipsy smile, the pink on his cheeks from the wine making him even more attractive in the streetlight. 

“I mean we are going to get married, isn’t it obvious?” He asked and your lips pursed. 

“Not very obvious,” you told him. “When were you going to tell me?” 

He shrugged, pulling you back along. “Eh, I don’t know. Everyone says that I should but I was just going to wait it out until you said something.”

“How’s that working for you then?” You asked, deciding that this had to just be some kind of bit he was playing. 

“Not very well,” he admitted and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. 

The next morning, you woke up with a slight headache and a fuzzy memory of your conversation with Oscar. Had he really said you two were going to get married? You shook your head, attributing it to the wine and his typical sarcasm.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Oscar: "Breakfast before I head to the track?"

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting across from him in the hotel restaurant, studying his face for any sign of awkwardness about last night. There was none. He looked completely normal, scrolling through his phone while munching on toast.

"So," you started casually, "you were pretty wine-drunk last night."

Oscar glanced up, a small smile playing on his lips. "Was I? I remember everything perfectly."

"Even the part where you said we were getting married someday?"

He didn't flinch, didn't even blink. "Pretty big moment for me to have forgotten.” 

You were frozen, just staring at him. How long was he going to let this bit go on? It was impressive though, how he had yet to break. 

“Right,” you muttered, going back to your food. 

The next few days went by quickly and you didn’t bring up his confession and neither did he. You decided it was business as usual, since he wasn’t treating you any differently than normal. 

On race morning, you were hanging out in the garage when Lando caught sight of you. 

“Hey y/n,” he called out. “Heard lover boy finally confessed, congratulations.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “So he roped you into the bit too? I thought you were better than that Norris.” 

Lando’s face scrunched up in confusion. "Bit? What bit?" Lando looked genuinely perplexed, glancing between you and something behind you. "Oscar's been in love with you since you were like, children."

You laughed nervously. "That's not funny, Lando."

"It's not supposed to be funny," he replied, looking increasingly uncomfortable. "Wait, did you think he was joking when he told you?"

Your heart was suddenly pounding in your chest. "I—"

“Lando, let’s go,” a mechanic called out to him and he gave you a sympathetic look before running off. The garage picked up with activity and you made your way to your usual spot, your mind racing. 

It hits you all at once.

Like a memory crashing into your chest, knocking the air out of you.

He was in love with you. The kind of love that was patient. Quiet. Unshakable.

You thought he was just good.A good friend. A good person. But now you see it—the way his eyes softened when you walked into a room. The way he lit up just to hear your voice. The way he always put you first, even when you didn’t ask.

He loved you.

The camera caught you just as a small smile appeared on your face and for the first time, you were desperate for this race to be over as soon as possible. You watched as they took off, Oscar starting second on the grid. The race was pretty uneventful, not a lot of overtakes besides Oscar taking the lead when Max went wide on a particular turn. 

The garage was wild as he crossed the finish line and you joined the team in celebrating, following them to the podium area. 

You stood on your tiptoes trying to catch a glimpse of Oscar as he made his way to the podium. The crowd was deafening, but somehow in that moment, everything felt quiet to you. Your heart was racing, and it had nothing to do with the race that had just finished.

When Oscar took the top step, champagne in hand, his eyes scanned the crowd until they found yours. He gave you that smile—the one you now realized had always been just for you.

After the celebrations, you waited by the paddock entrance, nervously fidgeting with the pass around your neck. When Oscar finally emerged, still in his race suit tied around his waist, his hair damp from champagne, he looked surprised to see you waiting there.

"Congratulations," you said, your voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos in your chest.

"Thanks," he replied, that familiar softness in his eyes. Before you could change your mind, you steadied your hands on his shoulders, leaning up to press your lips against his. There was no surprise on his end, just a small grin before he kissed you back, wrapping an arm tight around your waist. 

“Ready to get married then?” You joked and he brought his lips to yours once more. 

“I’ve been ready for a while.” 

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

The scene where Stan claims Dragon Ford's scales are gold plated from him laying around in the treasury, and Ford accidentally knocks him over, what is Dragon Ford's thought processes when Stan dissociates because of it!

I imagine it was quite confusing for dragon Ford, one moment they were bantering, annoying each other and laughing, it's just like old times!!! He missed this so much! The next, Stan wasn't laughing or bantering or trying to push him off. Wasn't even really looking at him anymore. 😔👀

You got it! I'm partially tempted to rewrite the whole fic from Ford's perspective (Looks at list. Looks at Unknown chapter count of Princess Stan) maybe.

Ford tilted his head as his Stan flopped into the gold. He'd thought maybe giving him something to destroy and some encouragement might do the trick, but his Stan still seemed sad.

It made the guilt churning in his belly grow, watching how what he did affected his poor Stan so badly.

After a moment his Stan flipped over, took a deep breath, and started singing at the top of his lungs, butchering the notes of some tavern song that sounded vaguely familiar. It wasnt anything like his normal singing voice, which was gravely and barely sounded like singing half sometimes, which meant he was trying to be annoying on purpose.

Two could play at that game.

Ford hadn't tried singing like this, but he gave it his best shot, opening his mouth and making. Some kind of noise. He tried to keep somewhat to the tune of one of the sea shanties Shermie had taught them when they were younger, with very little success. What was successful was the way His Stan covered his ears and winced.

His Stan glared at him, even as he grinned back at him.

"Yeah, yeah," his Stan said, glaring harder as he sat up, "I got it, you've got a voice only a mother could love."

We have the same mother, he crooned, So I'm not sure what that says about yours. Then he opened his mouth and sang louder, watching in amusement as his Stan rolled to his feet, then ran away, covering his ears as he went. After a moment he stopped, then smugly walked over to Stan.

The power of the Alpha twin, he crooned when he got closer, then nuzzled his Stan's side, spreading his smell as he briefly lifted his brother off his feet. It had started fading after his bath yesterday, and Ford had been too nervous to try again after his Stan had been so out of it. His Stan playing again meant it was probably alright to mark his Stan again.

The smack to his nose was probably due to annoyance more then anything.

"Alright wise guy, laugh it up!" his Stan yelled, waving his hand around when Ford chuckled, "S'not my fault you have rocks for scales!"

Ford's laughter ground to a halt at the words. Rocks? His scales? They weren't rocks! Ford had the best most magnificent scales any dragon had ever had, and his Stan didn't realize that then he'd need to give a proper demonstration.

Taking a few steps back, he spread his wings out wide, showing off the golden membrane of his wings, then curled his neck so the scales there would catch the light. He did a slow spin so his Stan could see everything, then swished his tail to show off how powerful and flexible it was.

"What. What is this." Came his Stan's confused response.

This is a demonstration, Ford trilled, then he shook out his wings and spread them further, catching the light from overhead. His left wing went up, and the other down, so that he could shake them out gently and get a magnificent ripple going on both, showing off his magnificence at various angles.

"I get it, you got giant fans on your back," Stan grumbled, and Ford shot him a look he ignored, "looks like you're about to throw up or something."

I do not look like I'm about to throw up! Ford trilled, higher and offended. He'd seen how his wings rippled and looked amazing, his Stan was just being rude on purpose.

Well, if his wings wouldn't impress his Stan, there was one thing that could. Stretching his wings so they were even, he lifted his neck to show off his shimmering underbelly, glimmering like gold in the light. The color really complimented his red scales, and he washed them somewhat regularly to give them a good shine.

Surely they would blow his Stan away.

"Are those your real scales, or is it just gold from you lazying about so much." Stan said, grinning slightly.

I do not laze about! Ford hissed, stomping over to his Stan. If he thought this was just plating, he had another thing coming. Carefully, he moved so he was right above his Stan, then lowered his belly so they were almost touching, twisting his neck around to make sure he didnt accidentally squish him.

His Stan's hair was just brushing his scales, so he shifted his weight so that he could point with one claw.

Take a closer look and tell me that feels anything like gold, he growled. His Stan gave him a nervous look, then reached up slowly to touch his underbelly.

Yes, just like that, Ford grumbled, and his Stan moved his hands up and down his underbelly with more confidence, tilting his head and squinting. He hummed, and then-

"I knew it, just plated-Glk!"

His Stan cried out as Ford growled and moved, slipping slightly and knocking his Stan over as the one front leg supporting his weight gave out in the coins. He quickly set down the other so he wouldnt flatten his Stan, then moved so he wasnt right on top of him.

I know you know its not plated! he growled, moving to curl around him so they could speak eye to eye, you're just being stubborn!

His Stan was lying on his back now, probably from when Ford bumped into him. Ford huffed, then nosed his side.

Stanley, he clicked, trying to get his brother to sit up, Stanley, you know they're my real scales, I- Stanley?

His Stan didnt respond, and he realized he was making a slight wheezing sound, barely breathing as he stared at the ceiling.

Very similar to how he'd been before, when those thieves had tried to steal and hurt him.

Stanley, he whined, then reached forwards with a claw and gently ran a talon through his hair. His Stan didn't respond, and his tail twitched in agitation as he thought about what to do. Fiddleford might be able to help, but that would mean either leaving his Stan alone or bringing his Stan to his friend. His Stan should never be left alone though, and the entrance to the treasury made his Stan stiffen.

It was up to him then.

Gently, he reached forwards with one of his claws and lifted his Stan so he was sitting up, then moved him so he was resting against Fords side, where he'd be warmer and more comfortable. Once he was settled Ford set his head down on his brother's legs, careful not to put to much preasure.

They sat in silence for a while, before he coughed, then tried to sing one of their childhood songs, something ma would do when they were very small. He didnt know the words, but he new the melody, so hopefully his Stan would remember it as well.

It took him a minute to figure out how to sing in such a way that it didnt sound awful, eventually landing on soft chirps that didnt really feel like singing but at least sounded pleasant.

His Stan didn't respond for a while, but Ford kept at it, keeping his eye on his brother to make sure he kept breathing and didnt get worse. Eventually his Stan blinked hard, then made a questioning noise and looked around in confusion.

Stanley, are you alright? Ford cooed, reaching out to run a talon through his hair again. His Stan turned to look at him, then scowled, face turning red in embarrassment.

His Stan had nothing to be embarrassed by of course, Ford should be the one red faced and hiding. He'd scared his brother. Again.

Ford really was the worst twin in the world.

[theexaltedbride]

Possessive White Rabbit X Human Reader. (GN).

Your relationship with Rabbit is an unconventional one. But he puts forth a real effort to be a good partner for you. He takes time to leave you messages, asks you about your day, tried to remember the things you like, and never misses a chance to hold your hand or sneak a quick kiss to your cheek.

But sometimes it feels as if Rabbit is almost paying too much attention. As if he watches you at all times, even when he's not around. Other times, you could swear you saw him in the distance, watching you, when you knew he was supposed to be on Makai doing his work.

-Rabbit gives you space, but he always likes to know where you are at any given moment. If you miss a call he will keep calling or texting until you respond. A few times he's even switched to burner phones to see if you were ignoring him on purpose. If you don't contact him within half an hour he will start making plans to go and check on you. If an hour passes and you don't respond he will start moving towards you. He's surprised you many times by how quickly he can get to you when he needs to check on you.

-Rabbit is looking into how to disguise himself as human. Just so he can watch over you when he's not busy with his work. It's a dangerous world out there. What better 'guardian angel' could his precious human ask for, than a real demon?

-He'd probably get a mimic demon to follow you, but he doesn't trust them enough with your safety.

-Rabbit is much more tech savy than you realized, perhaps even more than you. He's purchased (or probably stolen) things which you have been looking up online and considered actually buying but didn't have the money for. You're starting to suspect he knows what calls you are making on your cellphone and to whom.

-Rabbit would likely want you to stay with him on Makai, but its far too dangerous. So he's started working on a more permanent hideout on Earth where he can conduct his business while also keeping you safe near him in comfort and forever under his watchful eye or of those loyal to him. The refugee Makaians would even help, because Rabbit is always in such a better mood (and less intense) whenever you're around.

-If Rabbit succeeds in building his new safehouse and bringing you there, the upper floors will become a plush prison for you, where Rabbit lives with you and does much of his work. If his obsession grows, he may give explicit orders to Makaians who live under his protection to never let you leave it without an escort or without him by your side.

-An Ex of yours who kept trying to reach out to you about getting back together has suddenly found themselves busy with their car going missing, and Rabbit came back with a lot more cash than usual.

-Your boss had an accident after you complained to Rabbit once. He says he had nothing to do with it. Can you really be sure?

-You know for sure a local gang was killed by Rabbit because they were far too close to where you live. Rabbit probably considers it 'protecting his territory', but you were never evne threatened by them

- You never have to fear Rabbit raising a hand to hurt you. He won't. The worst he will do is pull you around by your arm or lock you in a room for a little while.

"Why would I ever hurt you? You're mine. I don't break things that belong to me. I break what belongs to other people."

====

Couple's Music.

-"You're Mine." Disturbed.

-"An Unhealthy Obsession" - Blake Robinson

[sunlit-chrysalis]

Vague Malevolent episode 52 Spoilers under the cut

Oh my fucking gods....what if Yorick was intentionally trying to be annoying so Arthur and John would get sick of him and throw him out. He stopped talking because he didn't want them to get hurt.

What if that's why he kept acting like that? To get thrown to the side so his presence wouldn't hurt his friends. Yorickkkkkkk my poor baby. Omfgs.

He never wanted this. He never wanted any of this.

And at the end, he did absolutely everything he was capable of to try to save Arthur and John, even though he KNEW Kayne would punish him for it. I'm going to miss him.

Who knows? Maybe we'll reunite with dead characters in the next season as we probably follow Arthur through The Dark World.

Maybe we'll even see The Butcher again!

I might actually cry over Yorick. He didn't deserve that. He tried so hard to save everyone, and no one even acknowledged it.

He realized what he was going to cause and did everything to try to save everyone and everything, and he didn't even get so much as a thank you or any form of recognition for his attempt. The closest was Arthur saying that Yorick wanted to be his own person like John does.

All he got throughout the entire journey was insulted and belittled and shoved in bags and told to shut up all for him eventually choosing that he doesn't want to be a part of Kayne's game and risked his entire existence for Arthur and John. All to be killed with not even a sliver of thanks in return.

[lihhelsing]

Buck's head is still going fast when he finally finds a place to sit down. It'll be just for a minute, but he needs it badly. 

He keeps recalling the past hours of his life. The way the fucking door slid in front of him before he even knew what was happening. The way it trapped his team–his family– inside that fucking lab. Away from safety. Away from where he could get to them. 

The door sentenced Buck to his worst nightmare; There was absolutely nothing he could do right now, but sit and wait. 

Athena was handling it. Maddie was trying something on her side. And Buck, whose only real skill was the fact that he didn't think before throwing himself in danger's way if it meant he could save someone he loved, had his hands tied. 

He shut his eyes tightly. He could feel the pain flaring up behind his eyes the way it always did on hard shifts like this one. But it was ok. He was ok. 

He had to be ok because Hen, and Bobby, and Chim, and Ravi still needed him. And if he had to break things and tear down that whole building, he would get to them. He would find a way to get to them. 

But he just needed a minute. 

When he opens his eyes back up, the migraine is fully on its way and there isn't much he can do to prevent it now. He'll ask for a painkiller and chug some water down, but the adrenaline will dampen the pain. 

He will keep going through the pain until everyone is back where they belong. Safe and sound. 

Buck fishes his phone to see if Maddie has messaged him, but when no notifications pop up he knows it's time to go back out there. To see if someone can tell him what to do. How to help. 

But then his fingers hover over his contact list and he stops and stares. For just a second. 

Just seeing Eddie's name in there, on the top of his favorites list, makes him feel better. 

Eddie who isn't here with him but he's always with him. 

Buck doesn't even realize he pressed his contact until the phone is ringing in his hands. 

He puts it to his ear even though he's pretty sure Eddie's not going to answer it. It's the middle of the day and Eddie's probably working. But still, Buck lets it ring. Even the mechanic beep sound manages to make him feel a little better with the idea that Eddie might be far away but at least he's safe this time. 

At least this once, Eddie isn't in any danger. 

That thought alone would be able to carry Buck to the end of the world. He misses him with his whole being and it sucks that Eddie couldn't get a firefighter job in Texas, but Buck would be lying if he said he loved the idea of Eddie running into burning buildings three states away from him. Too far for him to reach. Too far for Buck to save him. 

Far enough that maybe Buck wouldn't need to admit what his feelings for Eddie really were. 

"Hey," Eddie's voice breaks through the fog in his brain. Clear and steady. A softness that Buck knows it's only reserved for him. 

"Eddie, hey," he says, the total opposite. A shaky mess due to fear, and stress and tiredness. 

"Everything ok?" Eddie asks, and he knows. Buck doesn't even need to say anything and Eddie knows something is wrong. "Who is it?" 

It doesn't matter what happened, just who it happened to. Just who's in the face of danger right now. 

"It's, um, everyone? Chimney, mostly. Right now. But everyone. I... there was an explosion. In a lab. And–" 

"He's going to be fine," Eddie says, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. "They're all going to be fine." 

"You don't know that," Buck says, and surprises himself with how vulnerable he sounds right now. It's easier to let the fear get the best of him when he had Eddie on the other side, ready to tell him he's wrong. 

"I don't," Eddie says, still calm. "But they've beaten the odd time and time again. We've beaten the odds time and time again, Buck. And we'll do it again." 

Buck sighs on his side and closes his eyes. When he does that, he can almost picture Eddie right there, standing next to him instead of miles and miles away. Buck wants to ask Eddie to come back even if he knows it's selfish. 

Eddie is where he's supposed to be. Buck just wishes he weren't feeling so ripped in two about it. 

"I miss you," he says into the void and he can hear Eddie's breath fastening on the other side. 

"I miss you too, Buck," Eddie says as easy as breathing. "But you know I..." 

Buck nods even though Eddie can't see him. "I know." 

Eddie hasn't left him. He went back to where he belonged, and that's with Christopher. Buck wants to be an adult about that, but it's hard to do that when things get so complicated. Everyone he loves is trapped inside a fucking lab, getting infected by a virus and Buck's worried his best friend will stop talking to him if he tells him his feelings towards him have taken a complicated turn lately. 

He knows Eddie's not like this. He wouldn't push him away because Buck was dumb enough to catch feelings for him but he's so scared right now he can't even risk it. 

"I should get back," Buck says, and Eddie sounds a little disappointed on the other side. They were always pretty co-dependent but it seems that the distance has made them even worse. Last week Eddie called Buck because he wasn't sure which color of underwear he should put on for his meeting with the Captain. 

"Keep me posted?" Eddie says. "Even if it's in the middle of the night. I'll be waiting to hear from you." 

"Yeah, you got it." 

Buck sighs, clutching his phone in his hands. He has no idea how he's going to untangle himself from this messy situation with Eddie. He expected the feelings to quiet down now that they were apart, but Buck finds himself craving Eddie even more now that he doesn't even get to have him platonically. 

He's too scared to look into his past to try and figure out when the feelings developed into something more than platonic. And he's too scared to risk that right now. He can't get through life without Eddie, even when he's miles and miles away. 

The fear he feels when he thinks about his feelings for Eddie actually makes him braver about everything else. Now that his heart has skipped countless beats just from hearing his voice, Buck feels energized to go back out there and fix this. 

Eddie is right. They're getting through this. Buck's getting them out of there if it's the last thing he'll do.  

[cairoblair]

Hi there friend!

I’m loving the fics and headcanons coming out for the boys!

Could I get some (lengthy maybe) for the boys having nightmares, or their s/o having nightmares? I love me some angst/comfort!

Thank youuuuu 💜

hi friend!! angst is my middle name. coming right up disclaimer: i rarely, if ever, write from the second person POV, so this may be a little scattered. it's a wip

Rafayel

You shot up in bed, chest heaving and skin sticky with a thin layer of sweat. The nightmares never seemed to just let you rest peacefully. They were a curse, really - one that never let up. Rafayel stirred beside you, your missing warmth beside him causing his eyes to flutter open. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice quiet and groggy as he leaned up. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah," You respond. You tried your best to sound unbothered, but the way your tone wavered told a different story. "Just a nightmare. You can go back to sleep." "Without you? Yeah, right," Rafayel hummed as he fully sat up next to you, his gaze fixed on the side of your face. You hadn't realized it, but a few tears must have managed to escape while you were still sleeping. Your cheeks were flushed and damp, and even in the darkness of the room, the way your eyes glistened was noticeable. Deciding against pressing you to explain, Rafayel simply wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and pressing his lips to your temple. "You're okay," He whispered into your hair. "Nothing bad is going to happen. You're safe here. I've got you." That was all it took for the tears to start flowing again. You couldn't hold them back if you tried. Rafayel pulled your head to his chest, leaning back to lay both of you down once again. His arms only tightened around you as you curled into him. He laid in silence for several minutes, despite the way his heart ached hearing your quiet sobs. He knew he couldn't take your nightmares away, but god, what he wouldn't do to give them all to himself instead. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing, and your quick breaths began to slow. His arms didn't loosen their hold on you, though, and you made no attempt to move away. "Thank you." The words fell from yours lips without a thought, your voice a barely audible whisper. "Anything for you," He replied, placing another kiss to the top of your head. "Sleep, honey. I'm not going anywhere."

Xavier

Nightmares, again. Lately, it seemed like you couldn’t catch a break - or a good night’s sleep. You were stuck in that horrible half-awake, half-asleep zone. Unable to escape the dream, and unable to fully wake up. Beside you, Xavier could feel the mattress shifting under your tossing and turning. Quiet whimpers and quick breaths came from the figure next to him, like a silent cry for help. "Darling," He whispered, tentatively placing a hand on your side. "Wake up. It's just a nightmare." You stirred under his touch, but couldn't bring yourself out of the horrible dream. Its grip on you only seemed to tighten the harder you tried. Xavier's brows furrowed, the gears in his head turning as he tried to figure out a way to help, a way to save you from your own mind. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him until your back pressed against his chest. His other arm slid under your neck, his bicep supporting your head as he attempted to pull you impossibly closer. It was the only remedy he could think of. He could only hope it would be enough. Thankfully, after a few moments, your breathing steadied and your brows began to unfurrow. "You're okay," Xavier hummed into the crook of your neck. "I'm here. Everything's okay." He wasn't sure if you could hear him, but he said it regardless, even if only to offer your soul some peace. Your body seemed to melt into his own, as if it was seeking the warmth only he could provide. "Sleep, darling," He murmured, his arms tightening around you. "You're safe."

Zayne

So much for trying to go to bed early. As if your day hadn't been long enough already. And, just your luck, Zayne wasn't home from the hospital yet. For now, you would have to settle for one of his shirts and the blanket that smelled faintly of his cologne. Some part of you couldn't stand to go back to bed, so you remained curled up in the corner of the couch, legs to your chest and blanket draped over your shoulders. Nearly half an hour had passed of simply sitting in silence when the lock on the front door clicked. It opened just enough for Zayne to slip inside, his gaze landing on you. "Why are you still up?" He asked, his tone calm but laced with a hint of concern. "Nightmare," You answered quietly. "I see." Zayne took off his shoes and coat, leaving them by the front door before making his way over to the couch. He gently nudged you out of the corner, taking the spot himself and pulling you to lean against him. You shifted enough to lay down, your head resting in his lap and your legs still curled up. A quiet hum rose in your throat when his hand moved to your hair, his fingers running through the strands and gently massaging your scalp. "Comfortable?" He asked. You hummed in response, the anxiety in your chest finally beginning to dissipate and your eyes fluttering closed. He didn't move for several minutes. But eventually, he gently lifted your head just enough for him to stand up and slide his arms underneath you. His steps were steady as he carried you towards the bedroom. He knew the drill by now - your nightmares were not a new occurrence. Zayne laid you on the plush mattress, on his side of the bed, though. You always ended up over there anyway. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his gaze lingering on your now peaceful expression for a moment longer than usual. After changing his clothes, he slid in next to you, pulling your head to his chest and keeping an arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Sleep well, my love," He murmured. "I'll be here when you wake."

Sylus

You could only sigh when you looked at the clock. 1:45 AM. Thanks to his nocturnal schedule, Sylus was likely still handling business. You, however, had been working all day, so staying up with him hadn't been an option. Your nightmares had other plans, though. They always managed to put you in a bad mood - some mix of anxiety and dread settling in your chest as you got out of bed. You wandered into the living room, turning on one of the lamps as you scanned the bookshelves full of records. Sylus always put a specific one on when you couldn't sleep, but you couldn't remember the name of it to save you life. Instead of trying to guess, you pulled out your phone, navigating to your messages with him. Which record do you play when I'm trying to sleep? A reply came much faster than you anticipated. You can't sleep? Nightmares again. You sent in response. Three dots appeared, then vanished again. Wait for me. I'll be back in ten. Part of you wanted to assure him you were fine, that he didn't need to rush home to tend to you once again. But, you knew he wouldn't listen. As if on cue, he walked through the door ten minutes later. "You didn't need to come all the way back here," You said as he approached you. "Nonsense," He replied, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your figure. "When have I ever let you deal with these things alone?" Within a few minutes, Sylus had put the record on, the soft classical music cutting through the silence of the bedroom. He climbed into bed, pulling you down until you were laying on top of him. His fingers traced your spine, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as you melted into him. "Thank you for coming home," You said quietly. "I always will," He hummed, his lips pressing a kiss to your hair. "Go back to sleep, sweetie. I'm here."

Caleb

"Stop!" You screamed, your eyes shooting open as you sat up. Your gaze frantically searched your surroundings, but it was only your bedroom. There was no trace of your nightmare, save for the way your heart raced and your breath came in short pants. "Honey," A familiar voice said beside you. Your reaction had clearly woken him up, but his expression held only an immense amount of concern. "What's wrong? What happened?" His hand wrapped around your arm, his eyes searching your face as you tried to calm your nerves. "Just a nightmare," You breathed, burying your face in your hands. Your heart pounded against your ribs, almost like it was trying to escape the confines of your bones. "Come here," Caleb murmured, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You obliged, your legs wrapping around him and your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His arms remained snug around you, one hand rubbing your back and the other at your nape. "You're safe, honey" He soothed. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise." You nodded against his neck. "I know." He tightened his hold on you, pulling your torso firmly against his own as he pressed feather-light kisses to your collarbone. After several long minutes, he finally moved to lay you both down. But he didn't leave any space between you, not when he knew you both didn't want any. "Sleep," Caleb whispered, his fingers gently massaging the back of your neck. "I'll be right here." Your breathing finally began to even out, the faint scent of his cologne pushing any other thoughts to the back of your mind. If there was one thing you could be sure of, it was the fact he'd be attached to your hip the entirety of the following day.

[aliusfrater]

hiiiiiii

so I def yapped about this on my own blog but do you have any thoughts/hcs about that week between 1x01 and 1x02 that sam and dean apparently spent poking around stanford for clues about jessica's death? like it is very fascinating to me and it just leaves me with so many questions about them going back to sam's apartment, if any of sam's friends came around to see what/how he was doing, if sam and dean acknowledged or even realized sam was missing his interview, if sam told anyone where he was going or literally just dropped everything, sam (and dean's) emotional state at the time

also I don't think I've ever seen this explored in fics which is wild to me

anyway you don't have to answer all of these things but do you have Thoughts is my question

now that i think about it, i also have never come across any fics above that particular time period nor have i ever come across older supernatural posts that discuss it at length or anything, even from jessica fan blogs that tend to be huge enjoyers of sam's characteristics relating to his want to Get Out of the life. you're always in my inbox asking questions about reallyyy cool details and i love it thank you. i like to think that:

the week of sam and dean's personal investigations took place afterrr police investigations. it's probable to think that sam would've been interrogated about her death and asked to at least stay in town pending investigations, even more so after forensics and stuff revealed that the fire wasn't her cause of death but father the abdomen wound (depending on how much of her they'd be able to recover from the fire anyway). wouldn't put it past the police for them to consider sam a suspect beyond dean being his alibi. i think it's be like 2 weeks to about a month of that before sam and dean were in the clear and able to do their own investigations without suspicion or anything.

jessica's death and their apartment burning down made the local papers and the school he had his interview with reached out and postponed their interview with sam for quite a while. it wasn't until sam had applied for and gotten a leave of absence from stanford that the interview was postponed indefinitely.

one of sam's professors sent him a gift basket but dean ended eating and drinking most of the stuff in it.

he had to go back to the store where he'd shown interest in an engagement ring for jess and tell them he wasn't interested anymore and why.

similarly, when he and jess' parents had a sit down for jess' funeral, he mentioned wanting to propose to her when discussing the kind of jewelry she would've liked to buried in in passing, and jess' mom broke out in sobs so bad he had to leave and come back another time.

sam spent a lot of time researching the night gown she was wearing because she never dressed like that and he'd never seen it in her stuff before. he never really found an answer for that one.

sam was at the library for a whole day towards the end of the week because he hadn't had another dream about jessica's death since she'd died, which meant that his dreams had significance and he wanted to look into the probable why and what.

there weren't a ton of arrangements to be made with sam's help beyond the funeral. because of the fire, jessica didn't have any belongings that could've been put into a will and most of the stuff she was buried with were stuff from her childhood bedroom from her parents' house.

dean didn't really go to jessica's funeral. he was there but he insisted on staying out of the way. at the church, he sat in the back and at the burial grounds he sat in the impala waiting on sam. he said it'd feel weird being there but he also wanted to be there for sam. he joked about needing to be on the lookout just in case the thing that killed jessica showed up.

sam and his friends had a wake for jessica, organised by luis, which was basically just an excuse to be sad while hanging out and getting really drunk on cheap wine together. dean didn't go but one of sam's friends had to call him to pick sam up later in the night.

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

6 for legend and Hyrule—I’m thinking maybe something to do with a mimic or the shadow mimicking Hyrule ??? Angst >:3c

Why are you all starving for angst are you guys okay. Anyway when I'm done with this I should go back to traumatizing Warriors.

This turned out long too so under the cut it goes

6: Illusion

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Hyrule had, unsurprisingly, wandered off at some point. It had been a while since anyone had seen him. It wasn't unusual, but it was getting dark, and Legend wanted to be sure his successor hadn't wound up lost.

"This is why we wait until we have maps to wander," he huffed under his breath as he ducked another branch, scanning the area before shouting Hyrule's name again. Shouting wasn't necessarily the greatest idea - if there were monsters in the area, he'd only be attracting them, but it was fine. He could handle the monsters. He just wanted to find Hyrule.

And then he spotted him in the shadows of a tree. He'd recognize that unruly, ridiculously fluffy hair anywhere.

"There you are!"

In hindsight, he should have realized something was off. The shadow the figure stood under wasn't dark enough to cause the boy to look that tenebrous.

But he hadn't realized it soon enough and Legend nearly choked on his own breath when red eyes, piercing through the dark, turned on him.

He barely pulled his sword in time to parry a blow and it was several more clangs of metal on metal before he shook himself from his stupor, stopped acting defensively, and started trying to strike back.

The shadow fought like Hyrule. Legend knew his style. The way his feet moved, the way he swung his weapon.

And that terrified Legend. Had the shadow been watching them? Watching Hyrule?

At least, though, that meant Legend knew how to fight back. As far as skill with the blade went, Legend was better. Hyrule definitely wasn't bad by any means, but Legend had more experience under his belt. He knew Hyrule's go-to moves and he began to push the shadow back.

Until the dark version of his friend switched styles entirely. Strikes became faster, harder to keep track of as his opponent whaled on him in a flurry of random attacks.

This was Wild's style.

A style that had always taken a lot more blocking and tended to wear him down faster. When Legend finally managed to aim a good strike, the shadow dodged in a style reminiscent to Wind's. The veteran barely had time to leap out of the way as his enemy popped up and jumped at him without missing a beat.

And then he made a rookie mistake. Too focused on the battle, too focused on categorizing what style was being used so he could figure out the best way to defend and fight back. His boot hooked on a tree root and he sprawled backwards.

He had been killed by Four's face before, long ago in the Palace of the Four Sword.

But he'd had fairies then.

He didn't have a fairy now.

Dying by the hand of a monster wearing his friend's face was not particularly the way he wanted to go.

And then the tip of a sword appeared through the fake Hyrule's chest before it was yanked back out.

"Legend! Are you alright?"

Hyrule's voice. The real Hyrule.

The shadow's eyes widened as it spun around, giving Legend a chance to get back on his feet and slice at the creature's arm.

It seemed their enemy didn't appreciate the two working as a pair, as it wasn't much longer into the fight that it turned tail and ran. Legend grabbed Hyrule's arm before he could go chasing after it. It was a bad idea to follow after it without the others. It could lead to a trap for all they knew.

"Are you okay?" Hyrule asked again, turning to look Legend over.

"Fine," he said, even as he took Hyrule's hand in his as the two started walking back. The traveler didn't comment on the way the veteran's hand trembled and he was grateful.

He had been lucky not to know Four at the time he had gone through that palace. There was nothing easy about trying to kill a friend, even if they were a shadowy imitation of them.

"I stabbed myself," Hyrule said as though he were merely pointing out an apple in a tree.

Legend let out a high-pitched laugh and his friend let out a laugh of his own.

"Didn't think I'd ever be doing that again."

"Well I'm glad you did," Legend said. Though the "again" was definitely was not something he liked to hear.

[nightlockrebel]

The kiss been her fault, but Katniss was still startled by it—not because it happened, but because of how natural it felt. There was no life or death in it, no audience watching, no stakes hanging in the balance. Just warmth. Just him. It hadn’t been like the kiss in the cave, when she’d leaned in with trembling fingers and a mouth dry from fear and cold. That kiss had been about survival, about keeping him—and herself—alive. But this one? It wasn’t a performance. It was steady and quiet, like the first rays of morning light spilling through her bedroom window. It had slipped past her defenses before she realized what she was doing, and for a moment, she’d let herself believe it was okay to want something this simple. Something real.

She wanted to say of course—of course she meant it. But the words stuck in her throat like thorns. Her heartbeat pounded loud and uneven in her ears. She didn't know what she meant. That was the truth of it. All she knew was the ache in her chest whenever she looked at him. The gnawing guilt. The comfort of his voice. The impossible need to reach for him, even when her head screamed that she shouldn’t. That she didn’t know how. "I—" her voice cracked. She blinked, looking at him, really looking at him. His hands still on her, warm and steady. His eyes so open, so vulnerable. Waiting.

“I don’t know what I mean,” she admitted, voice barely more than a breath. “I just... I’ve missed you. And I didn’t know how to say it. I thought maybe—maybe"

Katniss hated this.

Not the closeness. Not the way his hand had cupped her cheek or the warmth of his mouth on hers. But the way she felt now—exposed, foolish. Like she’d stepped out onto a ledge with no way of turning back. She hated how vulnerable she must’ve looked, how desperate she must’ve seemed to him. She was not the girl who kissed boys on a whim. She was the girl who survived. Who kept her cards close and her emotions closer. And now here she was, stumbling over half-formed thoughts, trying to explain away a kiss she barely understood herself.

Mortified, she began to step back, retreating into the comfort of distance, where she didn’t have to see the pity or confusion in his eyes. But his hand—still firm at her waist—didn’t let her go. She paused, caught between movement and stillness. Her breath hitched, and her eyes flicked to meet his again. He wasn’t stopping her forcefully—just enough to keep her from vanishing, from shutting herself back up behind the familiar wall she’d always kept between them.

That made it worse somehow.

Because he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t disgusted. He was gentle. And that kindness, that patience, made something inside her crumble. Made her remember why she spent so much time running. "I should go"

He didn't know what he expected. He wasn't trying to convince her of anything, nothing other than the fact that he cared, that his part in her life was not based on expectations. He was there for her in any capacity she needed and accepted.

It was light a weight lifted. The idea that he had forced her into something she didn't want washed away with a single sentence. The tightness in his chest released, the breath finally exhaling comfortably as he kept chopping away.

This was a start. A reset where they could actually talk about things. He wasn't sure she ready for the conversation for what came next. The cameras would be back, the expectations would run high again. But in this moment there weren't any to speak of, just two people navigating their relationship.

He turned to her, watching her graceful steps move toward him. Quick and rushed. Like she would run away at the last second, but before he could ask lips, warm and comfortable found his. He could taste the crisp air from the forest, like pine that fell in her hair. He dropped the knife on the table without thought, a hand finding her hip to pull her close. So different from the chapped, starved lips from the arena. His other hand cupped her cheek. His body reacting faster than his mind could keep up. Nothing in his wildest dreams could have prepared him for this moment. How he wanted it to last forever, how he wanted to fall into her embrace and just believe without a shadow of a doubt this was what she wanted.

But doubt still crept in his mind. What brought this on? Why now when he was apologizing for this very thing? His lips broke from hers, breathlessly, eyes looking up to hers. Searching those greys for an answer, for truth. He pressed his forehead against hers closing his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "Please...please don't if you don't mean it." he begged, his voice softer than a whisper.

[themadknightuniverse]

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[dahlia-tourism-board]

On the other hand, how would Christian feel if he knew in every universe but his own, he and Amanda make it work?

That in the terrible dystopia of the Imperium, they stick together through the hell on earth around them?

[She's forever ashamed that David's death is on her hands, but he cradles her face and tells her over and over that she's not alone, that they can carry that guilt together, even if all he wants is to lift that burden onto himself. It's only his fault, never hers]

That in the gentler world of the Fooliverse, he loses a brother in Milo but gains a cozy, domestic life with the woman he loves?

[It doesn't take a near-death experience for him to realize what he has. He and Asher are kinder to each other after they lose Milo, and he holds Amanda close every night, determined to appreciate every sleepy smile with the evening light shining in her eyes]

That he's in the only universe where they don't do laundry and taxes together?

[He thought they'd have more time to figure it out. He finally knows what he wants, but she wants to leave. Dahlia is his home, now more than ever. She won't make him go, and he can't make her stay. He helps her pack up her things, drives her to the airport. He thinks about kissing her one last time, but it wouldn't be fair. Nothing about this is fair.]

Amanda

[causenessus]

hi! i'll keep this short

i came to the realization everytime i've disappeared from tumblr to "take a break" i never really have because of other things going on in my life (which, duh, this isn't my whole life) but! i also realized that if i never actually take the time to recover and rest and think about things i should be writing i'll never feel better. so! i'm (once again)(but now more formally) going on hiatus until maybe may! i might pop in for spring break or earlier if i feel like it, but until then, not really any writing from me! with that being said, i'll still be around, doting on my moots (i.e. like, dorothea <3 wyr <3 and bug <3) because i love them so much and i will probably also post chapters of present ever so often! the reason being (i'm going to try to make this make sense but it may only make sense to me but i'm aware of how contradicting i am to me five seconds ago when i said i need to take a break from writing) present is a very personal fic for me that i've worked on for years at this point. what i'm posting now are chapters i wrote months ago after I've read over and edited them (or in the case of the upcoming chapter, i did randomly add it in and had to write it from the ground up last week lmao) but if it isn't obvious, present is a work i'm very passionate about and am just posting in case anyone else enjoys it but it feels like it's a work that is very individualized just for me and it doesn't cause me any stress or anxiety. on the topic of individualization, although i am of course so so thankful for all of the support and people that follow me, i do sort of miss when my blog and world were a lot smaller. it's something i feel like i only get when i get to reply to people in comments, but other than that, all the numbers and people on my feed give me a lot of anxiety. the hq (smau fandom especially) fandom or at least how much i'm (was) involved in it has grown exponentially and of course i'm happy about that but it's a bit too much for me. i'll be taking a huge step back from the fandom and any hq works i've written at least in the meantime, but that's not to say they'll never be finished! but i either need to grow to handle the bigger audience that now reads my works or wait for things to grow a little smaller again :) i hope to still be able to read my moots works but forgive me if it takes me a bit or i never get to them! i think at the least i'll still like them to show my support <3 thank you if you read my long ramble! i love you all <3

oh also i'll probably post self ship moodboards and the beginning of my reading list (thank you again dorothea for the idea <3)! but again, I think you get the idea by now; I want to go back to doing this for me! so this is a tiny little goodbye now i'm leaving for you all with forehead kisses and flowers and love notes and mwah <3 i'll see you around!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3