#I have been pestering my bestie with these two for so long and now I can pester all of you

[neighboringheart]

hi I hope you're having a good day

may I inquire about yours ocs? c:

anon get out here get out here so I can hold your hand and know your face and leave a lil smooch on your cheek (I'm already giving one to @eclipsedmoon87 for replying to my other post asking about them lmao this is for the both of you)

okay so this is gonna get kinda long so just bear with me here

I've got a handful of different OCs but there's only two that I've really fleshed out and I will tell you about them now!

before I start telling you about them tho it's important to establish that they're a part of an AU that's an offshoot of the end of MTMTE/LL in which that the universe they end up in has a cybertron but every Cybertronian is a beastformer

and my OCs are two of these beastformers! they are twin turbofoxes named Turnpike and Trailhead

Trailhead is excitable but just as easily spooked and incredibly fucking smart. He loves experiments of all kinds (even if they're not the safest) and he causes Turn so so much fucking stress all the time from how reckless he can be. He's always carrying some type of blaster, but he's not really that good of a shot. Beware all who may be in the general direction of where he's aiming. He's also religious, but not in a way that was considered palatable back planet-side, as he believes that with the bodies and capabilities Primus gave them, they should use their longevity to find out the full potential of what they can do with their own bodies. Basically, he loves mods and loves his alt-mode dearly, which is frowned upon back home.

Turnpike is the more level headed of the two, they are very stoic, standoffish, and incredible with swords. I'm working on the worldbuilding for this AU still, but I've fully cemented that Turn used to be a fighter in the arena back on Cybertron. They're not religious per se, but like they believe in Primus and similarly to Trail believe that Primus gave them their ability to transform for a reason, and that their robot modes are not their "true form" but that both are equally true and ingrained into them. They have a hard time getting close to people due to how alienated they were before being recruited in the arena. Even after gaining mass popularity there, they still didn't like all that attention and were generally mistrustful of many people.

The two of them are sent out on a mission to gather energon from lifeless or abandoned planets since the naturally occurring energon that was provided by the fruits that grew on Primus' Hand (a giant ass cyber tree that basically spans over the entire planet in one giant system lol it looks like a forest but is actually all one organism) but those trees stopped growing at around the same time that the Blight appeared

The Blight is basically a neurodegenerative disease that causes any who contract it to gradually lose more and more of their memory and have lapses where they will transform into their beast mode for extended periods with little to no responsiveness where they may wander or become aggressive until one day they transform and never return to their robot mode. Their memories and ability to communicate disappear leaving them as seemingly nothing but a standard mechanimal if it weren't for their transformation seams remaining. Despite meticulous research, the cause and cure are still a mystery

luckily the Blight doesn't kill whoever contracts it, but they're not the same after. most who undergo a full regression end up escaping into the wilds never to be seen again beyond occasional glimpses

While on this mission, their ship is critically damaged and despite it being taboo for cybertronians to communicate with outsiders, Trailhead rigs a distress beacon that ends up being answered by the Lost Light

from there the two of them meet the crew and learn things about themselves and I have more plot ideas planned there but I'll leave that a mystery for now because that's more fun

instead I'll keep telling you some little things about my OCs bc that's what you came here for lmao

since they are turbofoxes, the two of them can be very mischievous especially when they team up and the Lost Light crew finds out very quickly just how wild the two of them can get when properly motivated which is quite often since Trailhead is usually the instigator and Turnpike gets bored a lot

other tidbits to note:

Turnpike is a bit of a lurker and loves to sneak around where they can't be seen. They've got some attention deflectors that Trail made specifically for them so they could avoid fans back home and they love to use them to spy on the crew even if Minimus has told them it's against regulation. They'll stop spying once they know they and Trailhead are actually safe aboard their ship. Before long, they learn just how much they love the simple things: music, arts and crafts, and even dancing. That's when they finally start to break out of their shell and really become close with the others

Trailhead has no such hang ups however. Within minutes of meeting and talking to Brainstorm he immediately dove into finding out everything he could from him and Perceptor. By that first night aboard he's already getting drunk at Swerve's with Brainstorm and Nautica and making friends with everyone he can. His biggest vice however is his vanity. With a life of working in a lab day after day and nothing else to do with his spare time, he became incredibly invested in his own appearance, and as such is very protective of it. One scratch in his finish and his mood is dashed for the rest of the day.

and here's some design concepts I've put together for them. The ones in color I originally traced from a panel of dominus bc I was just trying to figure out a direction and I can't draw for shit so like ignore that I'm working on it lol and the second one is a sketch where I'm just trying to figure out some more realism in the way they're put together like in terms of joints (been inspired after assembling a few model kits I guess lol) as well as playing with some shapes.

(the one with the pink is Trailhead as you could likely guess lol he likes his colors bright)

Anyway I'm still figuring that out and I'm way more of a writer than an artist so any work there is especially slow going forgive me but like hopefully you can see what I'm going for there

some other fun notes:

the two of them become obsessed with Minimus. They love to call him big brother to get on his nerves. For them, it was a term of endearment used with the other turbofoxformers in their skulk in the old days, but after everyone else caught the Blight, Minimus is the first other turbofox they've seen in centuries, so in addition to it being entertaining to call him that bc it irritates them, it's also comforting in a way. They also love how small he is since on their Cybertron turbofoxes are quite a bit larger than in the LL Cybertron. they're both a little over a head taller than Minimus when he's irreducible. Once they get comfortable with the crew, they're constantly plotting how they're gonna get Minimus into the nest they share so they can all sleep in a pile in their alts like Primus intended (according to Trailhead anyway Turnpike just likes it bc it's cozy)

but yeah I've got like a million random notes about this AU and these two scattered all over my docs and one day I'll have the motivation to actually write the whole damn thing lmao but for now I hope y'all enjoyed my ramble about them and please tell me what you think of my little guys

oh and I haven't gotten their sexualities set in stone yet since I'm still trying to figure out what kind of endgame would be the best narratively for them both I'm pretty set on Turnpike just not really giving af but being a total romantic who commits to one partner only and that Trailhead is somewhere in the ace and aro spectrums like he doesn't really give af about romance or interface but also isn't opposed to fucking around with his friends if he thinks it might be fun and he enjoys making other people feel good and hasn't figured out what he wants long term just yet

so like I know I wanna pair Turnpike up with someone (and already have someone in mind feel free to guess) and as for Trailhead I'm still not sure what his love life will look like just yet hell I might even leave that one open ended if it would serve the story better I just know that he'd be happy to find the friends he finds on the Lost Light they both are but I feel like he'd find satisfaction in that alone while Turnpike would want more if that makes sense

I also had an idea for him ending up in a sort of queerplatonic polycule situation with some of the other characters that I thought might be fun to explore but it would be a while before I'd get the logistics of that down well enough to be able to implement that so we'll see lol more people = more complexity and I can only handle so much of that before my brain starts to smoke but the image is in my mind and I want to make it real if I can

oh god I accidentally talked about this a lot longer than intended lol I hope anon and anybody else who might be reading this likes these dorks too bc I need the motivation to write this story and also would love people to bump ideas off of for potential side plots and such since I want to write something more long form and there's a lot of blanks still

at last my little guys are unleashed on the world uh T&T be upon ye

[snakes-writing-corner]

Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others’ know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

[spaceratprodigy]

Let's hear about that Pride & Prejudice AU bestie 💖🧡

Anyone that's known me for a long time knows that no matter what, I will find a way to make a Pride & Prejudice AU with OCs 😤

This particular iteration is my favorite tho! This time around we have crafted a P&P AU focused on Faith and Rhea ( @captastra ) meeting and falling in love with Max and Felix 👀

I have admittedly been very slow getting around to it, but it has genuinely been one of the biggest things I have been wanting to work on for months. But, you know how it is, not having the time to dedicate to this project was a big factor and it's probably gonna be even longer until I get to it now that I'm moving out and have to get a new desk and set up my workspace.

And, truthfully, I am very very excited about this one and I really want to take my time and put the love into it!! It is 100% absolutely one of the highest things on my to-do list and it's never stopped rotating in my brain.

ANYWAY ON TO WHAT I HAVE PLANNED

Sooooo, I have 4 small illustrations so far that I really want to make :]

Nothing super massive and extravagant right now, just a set I haven't been able to get out of my mind regarding different interactions!

The more fleshed out concepts I have are for a Faith and Rhea interaction and a Max and Felix interaction. Both separate but meant to mirror each other!

For Faith and Rhea I was thinking about them late at night, soft lighting, maybe they're laying in bed together, but they're very excitedly talking about the lads they met and how dashing they are and what the interactions they had with them were like and whether or not some feelings had been sparked, etc etc.

For Max and Felix, the conversation is the same but about the gals! I have a vague idea of the setting I want to draw them in, but I haven't fully decided yet. I really like the idea of Felix head over heels for Rhea and asking Max for advice on how to approach her again. I feel like he just really doesn't want to mess this one up 🥺 I also like the idea of Felix pestering Max on his thoughts about Faith, and Max being very avoidant, not wanting to answer, but also not being able to hide that people noticed he couldn't take his eyes off of her 😌💅

The other two drawings I want to make are obviously some lil Faith/Max and Rhea/Felix illustrations 💖💕 but I haven't fully decided what I want to go with for those! I have a few ideas, but those I really want to discuss and plan out privately 🤭 definitely super excited to work on those!!

And let's be honest.. I kind of want to make even more with P&P AU, but small steps lmao don't want to overwhelm myself. It's always gonna be there to come back to! No promises that I'll dabble in trying to write out some things more eloquently, it's just so much easier for me to express my ideas through visuals! Plus I just really love drawing romance things 😩

There's so many interactions we can explore! But even more exciting! I want to explore different outfits for them because I mean c'mon they are all going to look SO darling!

I think I said so in private but I'm still bouncing back and forth between wanting a strict period setting or if I wanna be loosey goosey and incorporate some space themes to the designs and environments. Both just sound so very fun to me to get to work with.

Okay maybe I should stop now because I think I will just want to keep rambling about P&P AU things 😭

Anywayssss 💅 go show @captastra some love!! So wonderful, delightful, creative, and an absolutely brilliant writer 💖💕

Thank you for letting me incorporate Rhea and Felix into this AU, you already know how excited I am to bring them to life 🥰

[humanjadewingletaskblog]

Chapter 7: Kinkajou

It was two days until Kinkajou’s first ever day of high school and she was ecstatic.

Her mom wanted to take her out for brunch as a small way to celebrate her first day.

She looked down towards the bottom bunk, her roommate, Moon, still sleeping.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOON! WAKE UP! RISE AND SHINE BESTIE!” Kinkajou yelled jumping onto the floor.

Moon slowly opened her green eyes and looked at Kinkajou.

“Please never do that again.”

She was wearing a light grey pajama top, her hair looking messy.

“Hey, I’m going out this morning and so I woke you up to let you know!” She spoke, smiling.

“What…why are you going out?”

“My mom’s taking me out for brunch!”

“Wouldn’t brunch be at like…11:00?”

Kinkajou paused.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Well not like I can go back to sleep, the cafeteria downstairs has breakfast right?”

“Yep!”

The phone on Moon’s nightstand buzzed.

Moon checked it.

“Heh, that’s funny.”

“What?”

“I just asked you if there was breakfast in the cafeteria and Qibli offered to eat with me.”

“Really? OH MY GOSH MOON SAY YES! I NEED YOU TWO TO BECOME THE BEST OF FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND WE CAN ALL BE BESTIES TOGETHER!”

“I was going to say yes, better eat with someone else than eat alone.”

“True, true.”

“Well it’s 6:00 AM and I’m not going for breakfast with Qibli until 8:00, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, we can figure that out as time passes by.”

…

By now Moon had left with Qibli.

Kinkajou wondered what they were up to since it’s been two hours.

Becoming besties probably. Kinkajou NEEDED them to AT LEAST be friends BESTIES at most.

Those two BETTER be bestie-ing.

She got a text from her mom, saying “Hi Kinkajou, where are you? I’m waiting for you in front of the dorms.”

Kinkajou quickly rushed out of the room and headed downstairs.

She was SO excited.

She opened the doors to head outside and saw her mom standing there.

“HIIIIII!!!” Kinkajou yelled and jumped at her, hugging.

“Hi Kinkajou, please get off me.” She told her.

“SORRY! Sorry…”

“You wanna go to our usual?”

“YES!”

Every school year, her mom would take her to the same café before the first day of school.

It was their small little tradition.

It wasn’t that far from the school.

They were walking and talking on the way there.

“Are you excited for high school?” Her mother asked.

“ABSOLUTELY! ESPECIALLY ART!”

“Oh really? And what about band?”

“OH YOU KNOW IT!” Kinkajou smiled. “I’M GONNA WHIP OUT MY TROMBONE AND MAKE THE WHOLE BAND AMAZED!”

“The band teacher has heard your playing before, she’s excited to have you in band.”

“It’s Qibli’s mom, right?”

“Yep,”

“YAY! I LOVE MS. SERPIENTE!”

“I know you do.”

The café was right in front of them and they entered.

“Hello! Welcome to…Ms. Suối?” The barista looked at them.

She had dark skin and long mint green hair, with some covering her right eye.

“Oh hi Willow! I didn’t know you were working here!” Her mom said.

“Yeah I am! Me, Sundew, and Luna applied for jobs here! So did Swordtail but he didn’t get in.”

“Classic Swordtail…”

Suddenly, Willow turned to Kinkajou.

“That’s your daughter Kinkajou, right?”

“That’s me!”

“Nice to meet you! Oh you’re lucky to have a mom like her. She taught me math for the past two years!”

“I am very lucky!”

Kinkajou went to look at the food displayed.

Cupcakes with hydrangeas iced on them instantly caught her eye.

“MOM! MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM-“

“STOP, you can have a cupcake if you stop pestering me!”

Kinkajou stopped talking.

“For me, just a black coffee, and for Kinkajou, mint tea and one of those pretty flower cupcakes.” Her mom told Willow.

“Absolutely! You sure you don’t want anything else?”

“I’m good, thanks Willow.”

“No problem.”

Kinkajou eventually got her food, and that cupcake was incredible.

She had a big sweet tooth.

Mostly, she was just happy to be spending time with her mom.

This was her first school year where she had to use a dorm, and she was very excited.

Her roommate Moon was one of the coolest people on the planet and she couldn’t wait to spend the next four years with her.

She couldn’t wait for high school.

[its-captain-sir]

oh my gosh, genuinely- PLEASE tell me about your turtles/zelda crossover

YESSSSSS I HAVE BEEN ENABLED ok ok ok so. don't have any explanation for Why it happens but the turtles end up in Hyrule at some point before the calamity. They're not together when they arrive, but rather split up amongst the four major regions. I'm sure you can see where this is going as to me drawing connections between the turtles and the champions hakdhskdjs I'm still missing a lot of the plot reasoning for all that to make this a truly solid au idea, right now it's kinda just been me thinking about who would be best matched with who, though it does get a little more complicated than just magically appearing in front of a champion and going from there

Meeting Mikey is point where it all sorta starts in my head. It's actually Zelda and Link who run into Mikey first on their way to Gerudo Town! He's just kinda been wandering the desert for a day or so after getting turned away from the town, and up until this point he actually has no idea that he's in a different universe, he honestly thought there was some kind of portal mishap and he ended up by another hidden city somewhere else in the world. Getting everything actually sorted out is a bit of a mess, but Zelda promises to help him search for his brothers, he and Link become cooking besties, and then they have him tag along to meet Urbosa. These two I paired together mostly because I felt like their powers of fire and lightning complimented each other well, and Mikey's chains might just be fast enough to help prevent something later on...... :)

Raph ends up in Goron City! In the hot springs more specifically, as it's the only place protected from the heat as Death Mountain becomes more active. Luckily Daruk was out and about though, so he finds Raph pretty quick before he spends too much time alone and takes him back to the city to get fireproof elixirs and eventually a custom fit set of fireproof armor. Raph has a BLAST with Daruk and they definitely spend a lot of time sparring (without having to hold back too much!) and showing off their different protection powers! Eventually though they do set off towards Hyrule Castle hoping someone there will have the answers to how Raph got here and where everyone else is.

Leo ends up in the Hebra Mountains and his first meeting with Revali is Absolutely Horrible. for Revali. Kinda like Mikey, Leo was on his own for a bit wandering around, except he ran into wayyyy more monster camps. Just bokoblins so nothing too bad, but it does mean his new motto becomes stab first talk later which makes for a bit of an issue when he runs into a Rito patrol spearheaded by Revali. They think he's a monster, he thinks they're monsters, it's a mess hdkdhdkfhd just as he's about to enter a really serious fight with Revali he finally gets clued in that these are People rather than monsters, so he drops all pretenses in his usual manner and backs off instantly and Revali's just left scrambling like "what." And really it only gets worse for him from there cause here's yet ANOTHER blue coded sword wielder except this one. this one tries to be annoying to him on purpose. Leo has absolutely no qualms about throwing all Revali's bullshit right back at him and pesters him beyond that just for fun (he's just similar enough to Donnie that Leo knows alllll the right buttons to press). Revali wants to get rid of him right away, but who knows, maybe Leo's portals would be enough to make a difference in the final hour if Revali had him on his side.......

Donnie is the only one to appear right in front of a champion right in the middle of Zora's Domain, so there's no escaping meeting Mipha hskfhskdhsj she's very nice to him though! And he likes how thoughtful she can be and that she's not overly loud. There's also something to be said about being long ranged weapon buddies <3 it's honestly just a very nice match up that quickly comes to be built on a lot of respect for each other, and so Mipha is the one who offers to accompany Donnie out of the domain and to Kakariko Village where hopefully the researchers there will have some answers (but Donnie will have fun exploring their whole entirely new form of tech regardless hskdhskdjs and he definitely becomes close with Robbie and Purah)

Eventually everyone heads back or gets redirected to Hyrule Castle and an actual reunion can happen! As for what happens after that point.... I don't know really. The only other ideas I've tossed around are how the blight fights could potentially go if they all had a little extra help on their side. If anything, I think this crossover would be in a similar vein to hwaoc, just not as easy and without time travel forewarning hskdhskdhsj it's something to keep thinking about though! Thank you for indulging me in my ramble cause I really do have so many thoughts and ideas about this hakdhskghsj

[messrmoonyy]

HI OH MY GOD IM BACK TO PESTER UR ASK BOX ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!! ARE U EXCITED (joking)

my special interests have kinda shifted recently so i havent been thinking about annas characters as much ( :( ) and i came across this entirely by chance, but:

basically ive been making a playlist based on this movie i watched recently, 'alice darling.' i was so struck by the end credits song that i felt compelled to find others that were similar, only i dont really listen to much music of that style so i put on smart shuffle to find other tracks that were similar and oH MY GOD- 'halleys comet' by billie eilish is so helen/dale coded i cANNOT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! specifically when you consider their relationship towards the end of szn two, its just insane!! and the title too???? because they covered the comet?????????? its so perfect!!!! i dont know if you listen to a lot of billie eilish, i dont really, so i havent heard the song before and maybe this revelation has already been had by someone else, but sTILL!!!!

anyways, god that was a long fucking rant to tell you that basically i think 'halleys comet' = helen norville...

me with my silly little music recs

Hi bestie, you are always welcome to rant to me about literally anything 😌✌🏻

I don’t listen to billie much tbh but from the song title alone it’s giving Helen and Dale. I am low-key a Dale Jennings hater he ✨aggravates✨ me and I’m hoping that improves in the next season 💀

Don’t tempt me because I will start up a Helen playlist to accompany my Tess one

[rebelwrites]

The Real Deal

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: after 8 months of keeping your relationship a secret you start to slip causing your best friend to find out and the aftermath isn’t pretty

Requested by anon: hello hello, request for charleeeees. charles falling in love with Max's best friend, and him not being happy about it but they can all end up being all besties <3

A/N as always feedback and comments are highly appreciated along with reblogs 🖤

Warning: long read

The flight was long, your body was aching and screaming to be stretched out. You had finally managed to convince your boss to let you have a couple of months off to follow the back end of the F1 season.

The moment you told your best friend, he instantly booked you flights, hotels, and transport. Everything you needed he sorted it, no questions asked. Finally it was time to get off the plane, something you were grateful for. You weren't the best flyer and was in desperate need of nicotine. However nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you stepped out of the plane, tugging your Redbull hoodie around your body.

There were two reasons you were so happy, one you get to spend the rest of the season with your best friend and the second reason was a certain Ferrari driver who had captured your heart.

Max had no idea there was a budding romance between his best friend and rival.

Over the summer you and Charles had been texting back and forth, FaceTiming when you could and on the odd occasion when he could you would meet up and spend the evening at your house or his hotel trying to keep your romance out of the papers.

Taking a deep breath you adjusted the straps from your backpack and started to make your way down the plane's steps.

Here was to an amazing break spending time with people you loved.

Pulling your phone out you quickly sent both Max and Charles a text telling them you had landed and was safe. Now all you had to do was get your luggage and find out where Max had organised the transport from.

You had a buzz in your step as you wandered through the airport, you hadn’t seen Charles in what felt like ages so the first available chance you got you wanted to be spending time with him. However you would have to be more sneaky with being around Max, the other drivers and the press.

The sign caught your eye from across the room, your name big and bold standing out signalling you.

Max really had thought of everything.

The hours had passed and you were sick of travelling, all you wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for the next 24 hours but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The flight was overnight meaning that you would be in the country with time to be there for Quali.

Hiding the yawn with the hoodie you rested your head against the window hoping you were nearly at the track because you desperately needed a coffee but no matter how many times you pestered the driver he wouldn’t pull over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, tearing your gaze from the window you turned it to your phone, a large smile appearing on your face as you saw a new message from Charles.

Message from: CL ❤️ Can’t wait to see you 😜 missed seeing your face.

Message to: CL ❤️ It won’t be long now, we’ve gotta be sneaky though no one else knows about us.

Message from: CL ❤️ Well that sucks I just want to wrap you in my arms and not let you go.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket as you pulled up at the track, the smile firmly planted on your face. Glancing out the window you saw your best friend standing near the gate with a cheesy grin on his face as he wiggled the all access Redbull pass in his hands.

Slipping out of the car you sprinted over to him, giving him a bear hug as you hadn’t seen him for a while due to your schedule.

“You been keeping out of trouble?” He chuckled, squeezing you time.

“Always.” You grinned, pulling away from him, snatching the pass from his hands, slipping it over your neck.

“I don’t believe that.” He hummed, draping his arm over your shoulders, guiding you through the crowd.

Just like every time you spent time with the team you were like a kid at Christmas, if you could you would do this full time but it wasn’t possible most of the time. You were well known around the teams so as you passed the garages you got a range of greetings, from salutes, to fist bumps, to hugs. Each time Max pulled you back into him trying to keep you close as it wouldn’t be the first time you got lost in the crowd.

“Promise me you will behave.” Max teased, you wiggled out of his grip as you neared the Ferrari pits.

Your heart rate started to climb as you caught a glimpse of Charles pulling his hoodie off providing you with a nice view of his torso. Once he locked eyes with yours you thought your heart was going to explode, the small smirk on his face made you weak at the knees. He dropped the hoodie on the bench before making a b-line towards you.

“YLN,” he grinned, holding his arms out wide for you, “it’s been forever.”

“Leclerc,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his torso, letting the smell of his aftershave mixed with rubber wash over you.

You felt yourself getting lost in the moment and as much as you wanted to stay in his arms you knew Max would be watching you like a hawk so reluctantly you pulled away.

But Charles held onto you a little bit longer, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Meet me tonight,”

“Okay,” you breathed, pulling away from him.

You notice Max cock his eyebrow at you as you both start to walk away from the Ferrari garage.

“What was that about?” He hummed, nudging your shoulder.

“Don’t know what you are on about.”

“Don’t lie, Leclerc held you longer than anyone else.” Max questioned, his gaze burning into your soul. “I also noticed your smile get brighter when he approached.”

“You are seeing things, Verstappen.” You shrugged wanting to change the subject, you knew that it would go down well. Charles was his rival at the end of the day and Max was very protective of you.

“You like him don’t you.” He teased.

“Now I know you have hit your head.” You lied chewing the inside of your mouth, praying he dropped the conversation.

-

You felt like a teenager again sneaking around but it was exhilarating. Everything was ten times harder here in the paddock but somehow you managed to pull it off or at least you thought you had.

“Wish we had more time.” Charles breathed between kisses as he pinned you against the wall behind the Ferrari motorhome.

“You have me all of tonight, and up until the race tomorrow.” You grinned, playing with his hair.

“Not long enough.” He hummed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers running against his scalp. “Love having you here though, I always race better when you are hanging around.”

“Charles Leclerc are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“I guess I am.” He grinned, pressing his lips against yours for one final time. “Now you better get moving before Max sends out a search party.”

Pouting at his statement you reluctantly wiggled out of his grip, taking one final glance at him before slipping into the crowd making it look like you were just wandering around.

Once you finally got back to the Redbull pit garage Max was standing there with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Where have you been, trouble?” He asked, cocking his brow at you.

“Just wandering, I needed to stretch my legs. That flight was brutal.” You lied, hoping he didn’t ask too many more questions because Max had a way of poking holes in your lies.

“Whatever you say, you are a pain in my ass. You do know that right?” He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah you tell me all the time.” You laughed rolling your eyes. “Now stop telling me off like you are my dad and go do your qualifying race.”

-

Mornings were better when Charles’ woke up with you in his arms. The world felt right when you were with him.

The shallow breaths coming from his side made his heart swell, nothing had to be forced with the two of you, it was like you were a match made in heaven.

He wanted nothing more than to scream his feelings to the world, he wanted to go public with your relationship but he knew why you were holding back. Max being the main reason.

He knew that Verstappen was like your big brother and just as protective so when the news finally came out that you two were dating it would cause a massive problem.

Charles’ felt you starting to stir in his arms and it was in that moment he realised just what he felt for you. You were in for him, every time you were trackside he raced better, you made him want to be a better man, he wanted you by his side forever.

“Morning, mon chéri.” Charles beamed, littering your skin with soft kisses.

“Mmm morning.” You giggled, resting your hand against his face. “I could get used to this.”

“Soon, I promise.” He whispered, moving some hair out of your face. “One day I will be able to scream my love for you to the world.”

“You know I don’t like hiding this, right?” You whispered, leaning back into him.

“Mon amour, I know,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over your hip. “I understand why you want to, but some point soon we are going to get caught.”

“I like our little bubble.”

“Me too, but I want nothing more to be open about us so I can take you on a proper date.” He hummed against your hair.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you and you laid tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of you wanted to move from the position, breaking the bubble you had created and entering reality.

You had never felt this way about anyone before, you could see a long future with the young driver from Monaco and as much as it excited you, it also scared the shit out of you. You never believed in true love or that you would ever find the one.

That was until you met Charles Leclerc.

Once again the morning flew by and it was time to head to the track. This time was different, Charles wanted to start dropping hints to the world even if it would backfire on him, this was confirmed when he saw you trying to sneak his hoodie.

Red never looked so good.

“Keep it.” He beamed, letting his tongue run over his bottom lip. “It looks good on you. In fact I want you to wear it today, I want to see you repping my colours for once.”

“What about Max?” You mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“What about him?” He questioned back, “I know why you want to keep this on the down low but what I feel for you is real.” He whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. He gently took your hand placing it over his heart. “Mon coeur bat pour toi. (My heart beats for you)”

“Est-ce que tu tournes en rond avec moi, Leclerc? (Are you turning sappy on me, Leclerc?)” You hummed, brushing your fingers over his skin.

“You do know you drive me crazy when you speak in my mother tongue to me.” He growled, dipping his head to your neck placing hot kisses against your skin.

“I might have learnt French just for you.” You breathed, trying to control yourself as you had little time.

“So will you wear my hoodie today?” He spoke against your skin.

“Yes.” You grinned.

-

As you walked through the paddocks after stopping for some coffee you noticed everyone was giving you weird looks. It wasn’t often you saw someone wearing two different team’s colours. But right now you didn’t care, you were repping both of your boys and that was all that mattered.

You had noticed that on social media fans were starting to question you and Leclerc so it was only a matter of time before your secret was out.

As you walked up to Max you noticed his intense glare, his nostrils flaring as he took in the red Ferrari hoodie with the number 16 staring him in the face. If looks could kill you would be 6ft under.

“Why are you wearing that?” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

“I got cold when I was hanging with Charles.” You shrugged trying to play it off.

“Hanging out before 9am?” He questioned.

Shit.

“I’m allowed to have friends you know.” You scoffed, placing your elf bar between your teeth taking a hit on it.

“Something is going on and I don’t like it.” He muttered, not happy in the slightest. “You know you have always been a shit liar. Now tell me the truth.”

Taking a deep breath you tucked your vape back into the pocket of the hoodie, letting the smell of Charles’ aftershave wash over you.

“Fine,” you said, pausing, quickly trying to figure out how to break the news to him. “Me and Leclerc are dating.”

“How long?” He questioned through gritted teeth.

“8 months.” You said standing your ground. You were sure you would see steam coming out of his ears soon.

Watching as his eyes glazed over, before he spun around on his heels, storming over to the Ferrari garage. Little did you know that there were pictures emerging from qualifying yesterday of you and Charles pressed up against the side of the Ferrari motorhome and Max had seen them. Everything was starting to fall into place for him and now seeing you in Leclerc’s hoodie it was the final piece of the puzzle.

Your heart was pounding against your chest right now, you knew he would react badly but not like this. You were practically sprinting to keep up with him. This was the last thing you needed hours before the race, when both of them were meant to be doing the pre-interviews and getting ready.

“Max, wait.” You shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

It was no use though, he had already stormed into the Ferrari garage and had grabbed Charles by the collar of his polo shirt.

Skidding to a halt, you saw the scene in front of you, both of them spewing profanities and slipping back into their mother tongue. They had always caused a crowd to form, everyone wanted to know what was going off between the two drivers.

“Please Max.” You begged grabbing onto his arm, trying to pull him off Charles.

“You fucking lied to me.” He growled, not even looking in your direction. “And you, who do you think you are? Did you just use her? Wanted another notch on your bedpost?”

“It isn’t like that.” Charles snapped, finally shoving Max off him. “It’s nothing like you think.”

That’s when punches were thrown. You couldn’t take this any more so you did the only thing you could think of. You somehow managed to wiggle your way in between the two of them pressing your hand against each of their chests.

“You can fucking calm down.” You growled at Max, slipping into speaking Dutch because of how pissed off you were with him. Him hearing you speak his language stunned him, yes it wasn’t perfect but he got the message loud and clear. “This is why we didn’t tell you, if you can’t accept that this, this we are a thing then I guess you aren’t my true friend.”

Letting out a shaky breath you turned to Charles, running your fingers over the red mark against his skin. “Je suis désolé (I’m sorry)” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him before he guided you to his small room in the pits, away from the cameras and everyone’s eyes.

The moment you got into the room you started pacing, holding your head in your hands, muttering profanities under your breath.

“Mon amour,” Charles whispered, standing in front of you, softly pulling your hands away from your head causing you to make eye contact with him. “Things are going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You sniffed.

“Because what I feel for you is the real deal okay, nothing compares and I’m not letting this be the end for us.” He breathed, “je t'aime.”

Freezing at the words that left his mouth, your heart was racing and within seconds your lips were against his in a passionate kiss.

Finally your brain caught up with the events of the last hour and the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away keeping your gaze trained on the ground. “You should be getting in the headspace to race, not deal with this.”

“I’ve got my good luck charm by my side and wearing my colours.” He winked, “everything is going to be okay. We will get the race out of the way and then we will deal with Verstappen.”

“Just be careful out there.” You whispered.

“Always am.”

-

You normally love post race interviews but today was different. There was a thick tension between Max and Charles and everyone was picking up on it, along with the marks on Charles’ face and Max’s knuckles. The questions were about the race but about what happened before the race.

Standing in the sidelines you let out a sigh before hitting your vape, something needed to change between the two drivers and it needed to happen fast. This tension wasn’t good for either of them and the last thing you wanted was their racing to be affected. Even the podium win for Leclerc was damped by everything that was going on between the three of you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose as you noticed the interview getting heated between the two drivers, you needed to intervene and fast. Pushing yourself off the wall you scurried over to the boys, forcing your body between the two of them.

You were well known around the track being Max’s best friend so the moment you appeared the microphone was shoved in your face.

“Y/N, can you tell us what has caused the two drivers to lock horns? Is it to do with the Ferrari hoodie you have turned up in today?”

Fuck

“No comment.” You muttered, glaring at both guys. “Interview is over.” You huffed, pushing both drivers away from the sea of reporters.

“Well I think that answers all of our questions, especially with the pictures of Leclerc and Y/N/L emerging. Is there something brewing between the pair?”

Once you were out of the way of the cameras you ran your fingers through your hair. This was all on Max, he was the reason things were so sour right now.

“This is why we didn’t tell you.” You snapped, your voice cracking as you spoke. “I knew how you would react, but nothing you can say or do will stop what I feel for Charles, not now not ever.”

“Y/N.” Max breathed but you stopped him holding your hand out to him.

“I’m not done yet.” You huffed, “you know I hate this side of you and until you can get it into your thick skull that we are together then I just can’t be around you. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell around the three of you before Max finally spoke.

“Why her?” He asked Charles.

“She’s everything I want and more. She came barging into my life and changed everything for the better. And because I fucking love her and if you can’t accept that, then that is on you.” Charles said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your head before guiding you out of the small room, leaving Max standing there in silence.

-

It had been a week since Max found out about you and Charles, in that week you had completely ignored your best friend even though it felt wrong but it was what needed to be done if he couldn’t see how happy you were. The week was spent with Charles and during the time you had both done a post on social media announcing your relationship to the world.

So here you were rocking Charles’ number and colour as you buzzed around the Ferrari’s pit. It was interesting to see how the team worked together and how different it was from the Redbull garage.

Charles leant against the wing of his F1-75 watching as you took everything in, helping where you could and stating your opinion when strategists were talked. A proud smile crept onto his face, his heart swelled at the sight. It was something he could get used to.

“No, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “That isn’t going to work if you want to try and do a one out race you need to be holding off putting too early. Everyone knows this.” Scooting in between the guys on the stand you started pointing at the screens. “We need to improve this, we are in Monza for christ's sake this string of bad races needs to end.”

It was in that moment he realised just how much he wanted you on the team full time, he wanted you as his radio contact and he was going to make it his mission to make his dream become a possibility. He also knew that the usual guy would be leaving the team soon so the position would be opening.

Taking one final glance at you he disappeared off to go speak to the team principal. After a quick chat he had managed to persuade him to give you a chance on the radio today and if it worked out well then you would get a permanent spot in the Ferrari team.

Excitement bubbled away in Charles and he made his way to you.

“How would you like to take control of the radio today?” He beamed, resting his head on your shoulder, watching as your eyes flicked around the screen looking at all the stats.

“Huh?” You laughed, tearing your gaze from the screen.

“You are in charge of communication.” He grinned, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “You have a way with words and I think, in fact I know we will be a match made in heaven. You aren’t afraid to say when a strategy is shit. And if we prove we can make this work then Binotto is willing to take you on full time.”

Gasping at his statement, you spun around on the stool resting your hands on his shoulders. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.”

“It isn’t.” He smirked, “I want you by my side for all the races and seeing you with the crew just makes me realise exactly how much I want it. So what do you say, wanna become a part of the team?”

“Hell yeah.” You squealed, trying to hold back the tears of happiness as you flung your arms around his neck just as the camera crew panned in on the pair of you.

Nothing could stop the buzz you were feeling right now this was what you dreamt about, becoming part of a F1 team.

The morning went by in a blur as you quickly got up to speed on the strategies that the team was planning. Charles couldn’t help but watch as you chewed the end of your pen when you were thinking before frantically scribbling on the paper for both drivers.

Soon enough it was show time, Charles quickly scooped you into his arms littering your face with kisses before he had to head out to the grid. “Let’s show them what we are made of.” He beamed giving you one final kiss.

Nothing could calm your heart as you took control of Charles’ radio.

“Radio check, over.”

“Loud and clear, chérie.”

“Kick some ass Leclerc.”

To say this was a challenge was an understatement, starting from the middle of the grid wasn’t the best but you made do with what you had.

Your heart was pounding so fast you were surprised you didn’t pass out, things were close between Max and Charles. There was still a lot of tension between the boys which made your stomach churn as you watched how close they were to making contact.

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Shit sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, knowing everyone was watching you. “Max is going to try and push you off the track. Just stay focused, follow your racing line. Back off the throttle a little, let him take the corner and push it to the max on the straight.”

“You giving away all Verstappen’s secrets now..” Charles chuckled, following your instructions

“Shut up and drive.” You laughed, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

It’s a head to head between Leclerc and Verstappen.

Leclerc keeps getting the fastest laps.

It seems that there has been a change in the team at Ferrari. Y/N Y/L/N has taken over the radio. Is this a clever move by Ferrari?

Letting your eyes fall over the figures on the screen.

“What are you feeling on the tyres? You think we can get a couple more laps out of them?”

“Tyres feel good.” Charles’ voice boomed through the radio. “Can only pull a couple more though.”

“Copy, will box you soon.”

Taking a deep breath you watched the coloured dots move round the track. It was still too close to call. Feeling a hand on your shoulder you looked to see who was greeting you. Binotto stood there smiling at you.

“Doing great kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You breathed, quickly tuning him out as Charles spoke.

“Any chance on that box? Don’t think I can hold out much longer.” He had the playful tone back in his voice as he spoke.

“Box, box, box.” You chuckled, spinning around to signal the pit crew to be ready.

-

Watching as Charles stepped onto the podium you swore your heart was going to burst. The grin on his face was something that had been missing for a while. Max was up there in second place watching as Charles celebrated. It wasn’t until Charles whispered something to one of the guys that you knew what was happening. Before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd and up onto the podium. The moment you were in arms reach Charles scooped you up wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, his lips smashing against yours as Max and Carlos showered you in champagne.

“We did it.” Charles whispered against your lips. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nothing could beat this high.

Max sighed heavily as he realised what a dick he had been, he hadn’t seen his best friend this happy in a while. He should have been supportive of you but instead he acted like a child. In the last week he started to understand why you kept your relationship hidden, for the last eight months. Placing the bottle of champagne down he ran his hand over his face before planting it on Charles’ shoulder.

“I’m sorry man,” he nodded, watching as Charles Bentley placed you back down on your feet. “I can see how happy you make Y/N and I acted like an overprotective brother but only because she is like my family. I can see how much you love her and I’m not gonna be the one to stand in between that.”

Charles stood there in slight shock, but it passed quickly as they did the bro-hug thing causing the smile on your face to grow even wider.

“We have an announcement to make.” Binotto said into a microphone. “We didn’t think we would find someone who could take over the role of race engineer but today we gave someone a chance and the results speak for themselves. So Scuderia Ferrari are happy to announce Y/N Y/L/N will be taking over that role.”

Your jaw dropped, you pulled your hand over your mouth as you took in the news. As your brain was catching up you were engulfed by your best friend and boyfriend. Max knew how much this meant to you, yes he would have liked it to have been with Redbull but he was happy for you either way.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, today was the best day ever. Charles winning the Italian GP, Max coming to terms with your relationship and landing a permanent position with Ferrari.

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not pt. 4, nope. It’s obviously a Fata Morgana, yep. This one will deal with my love for soon-to-be dad!harry and is long, super long. I am sorry. (no I’m not)

1 2 3

pt. 5 is here

;

yourinstagram Reaching 20 weeks today, and I forced Harry to get me the hell to IKEA. He wants to furnish the nursery completely with Gucci stuff, and I’m not having any of that (sorry, H, for being so grumpy to you) because I would never dare to touch anything in there. Fun fact: IKEA has been my one true love ever since college, and don’t let the tabloids tell you otherwise. I was the average poor student who worked in the library and at a Starbucks because NYC rents were already on steroids back then.

PS: LOOK AT THE CUTE DINOSAUR I’VE FOUND!! I named him Littlefoot. My upbringing is showing now, doesn’t it?

PPS: My feet are killing me. My back is killing me. I think Harry wants to strangle me as well because I won’t shut up about the tragedy involving an ice cream following gravity because I was too stupid to hold it. And I’m having a baby. Good luck, little bean 💀

Liked by imsebastianstan, gemmachan, harrystyles, annetwist, tomholland2013 and 1,583,201 others | 72,162 comments

imsebastianstan Write “I hate Watermelon Sugar” and I’m on my way 👀

↳ yourinstagram And you’re calling yourself my bestie. How disappointing.

↳ imsebastianstan It changed again?! It’s the seventh time this week! And it’s only Tuesday!

↳ yourinstagram I am pregnant, thank you very much. I have mood swings!!!

↳ imsebastianstan And taste swings, apparently.

↳ yourinstagram I hate you. I’m calling for Harry now and disturbing his workflow because you’re so cruel to me that I need reassuring cuddles. Well done, Stan. (I still love you)

↳ yourfan1 I want their friendship in my life 🥺

↳ sebastianstanstan Their friendship is a life goal.

harrystyles No Gucci as furniture, but I can’t offer you a No Gucci-policy in their closet, darling x

liked by gucci, alessandro_michele and 530 others

↳ yourinstagram I can live with that. You got yourself a deal 🤝🏼

↳ gucci We would be honored to dress Baby YLN-Styles!

↳ alessandro_michele I may already work on some pieces for the little one ❤️

↳ harrystyles ❤️ x H.

whoisharry Am I allowed back on the couch? You mentioned a craving for watermelon and cuddles - I can provide both, my fair maiden

↳ lolthisnotme Permission granted, fine sir ❤️

liked by whoisharry

lizolsen There never was a woman who rocked the baby bump better than you do ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Stop it, Liz 😭❤️

tomholland2013 I can’t believe that we saw each other only… what, three months ago? Mini-YN is growing so fast 🥹

↳ yourinstagram Tooooom, you are just the sweetest of them all 🥺❤️

↳ tomholland2013 Ha! Take that, Mackie and Stan!

liked by anthonymackie, chrisevans, yourinstagram and 132 others

↳ marvelbunch Tom’s dream came true 😂

hsfan1 Gucci is making furniture???? 😦

↳ hsfan2 For Harry? They would manufacture a damn car if he wanted one. So, furniture is easy.

↳ hsfan1 Tbh, that’s true.

eonline YN LN and Harry Styles were spotted today at Heathrow Airport!

Check out the link in our bio to see more pictures of the Hollywood couple!

Liked by internetidiot1, internetidiot2 and 2,784 others | 4,623 comments

internetidiot1 She looked so ugly 💀

Internetidiot2 Not sure if she’s even pregnant. It’s probably only show lol

hsfan1 Did you ever hear something about privacy and boundaries???

↳ yourfan1 Nope. They love to pester these two 🙄

yourfan2 So much about “We’re not forcing ourselves on poor celebrities, we are respectful.” I call bullshit! I saw them on my way from baggage claim, and YN always looked to Harry and clung to his arm while you idiots screamed for another photo. She was so scared and held her jacket protectively in front of her bump because she seemed to think you idiots would hurt her baby 😤🤬

↳ hsfan2 That’s so awful 😡 My poor babies 🥺

↳ ynandharry A friend of mine works at Heathrow, and she told me that YN cried when they arrived at the waiting car, and Harry shielded her with his body all the damn time. Ever since hearing that, I’ve been fuming 🤬

↳ yourfan2 🥺😭

↳ hsfan2 I fucking hate them with my very being 🤬

hsfan3 I really hope Harry files a restraining order against the rubbish you paparazzi are.

↳ hsfan4 I’m pretty convinced that Jeff already has some of them in his death note.

↳ hsfan3 Hopefully e!garbage is in it.

annetwist So glad to have everyone back at home ❤️

[📸 yourinstagram]

Liked by hsfan1, yourfan1, gemmastyles, yourinstagram, harrystyles and 2,870 others | 1,742 comments

gemmastyles How is it possible to look this good with jetlag? That should be illegal. I had a good night’s sleep and look like shit?!

↳ yourinstagram 👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼 Meanwhile, I’m the biggest mess of them all (but you are stunning, just so you know)

↳ annetwist You two are beautiful as always, loves ❤️

liked by yourinstagram, harrystyles and gemmastyles

hsfan1 They all look so happy to be back together!!!

ynandharry They’re currently in the same time zone as I am. WE SHARE A TIME ZONE

yourfan1 Hopefully they could forget about the airport situation 🥺

yourfan2 YN is taking the pictures, so she doesn’t have to be in them. YN is me. YN is mood.

↳ yourfan3 lol same bestie

↳ hsfan2 Oh, more of us?? Yes!

mitchrowland That’s where you people vanished

↳ whoisharry You’ll get an invitation 👌🏻

yourinstagram In case anyone wondered where we are: We’re back in England for some much-needed downtime before the work stress settles in again. Pregnancy is currently taking its toll on me, my body, and my mental health. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy every minute of it, but sometimes it’s just hard to get out of bed or my head (not to mention the pain and swelling ankles). But Harry is the sweetest, most loving, and most patient dad-to-be and partner in crime there possibly could exist. I always was grateful for him in my life, more than I could ever put into words, but now it’s something entirely different. Thank you, H. I love you. So much. ❤️ And thanks to you people for your unimaginable support and love!

Fun fact: The little bean is most content when their dad sings or when we listen to their dad’s albums; what a damn surprise (not) ❤️

Liked by harrystyles, pillowpersonpp, imsebastianstan, gemmastyles and 3,002,315 others | 169,030 comments

gemmastyles I love his songs, but I’m close to hating them because it’s the only thing I’m hearing as soon as I visit you.

↳ yourinstagram Nah, you don’t 😙

liked by harrystyles

↳ gemmastyles … I hate how well you know me.

↳ yourinstagram Again, lies 😙

↳ hsfan1 It’s so sweet and almost heartbreaking (in a positive way) how good these two get along 🥹

pillowpersonpp Oh, lovely 🥺 If you think I can help, just reach out, yeah? Maybe some ranting would already help?

↳ yourinstagram Thanks S 🥺❤️

liked by pillowpersonpp and mitchrowland

imsebastianstan Do you need a peanut butter supply?

↳ yourinstagram YES! That’s why you’re my bestie 😭❤️

liked by imsebastianstan and 23 others

↳ imsebastianstan I’ll text Harry for the details ❤️

liked by harrystyles, yourinstagram and 243 others

↳ sebastianstanstan Seb has Harry’s number 😦🤯

hsfan1 Can we talk about all the content she is gifting us? Like constantly?

↳ yourfan1 Can we talk about how good they are for each other?

↳ ynandharry can we talk about the fact that ever since dating YN, Harry posts things relating to his life instead of sticking to posts about his work?

↳ yourfan2 Or the fact that YN shares things about her life and her boyfriend on social media?

↳ hsfan1 She never did that before??? Like Harry???

↳ yourfan2 Yep!

harrystyles She said Yes.

[tagged yourinstagram]

Liked by annetwist, mitchrowland, jefezoff, gemmastyles, yourinstagram, imsebastianstan and 17,001,304 others

hsfan1 🤯🤯🤯

hsfan2 what WAIT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

ynandharry CRYING SCREAMING

annetwist The day I met her, I knew she would be my future daughter-in-law ❤️

liked by harrystyles, gemmastyles, yourinstagram and 1,368 others

↳ gemmastyles And my future sister-in-law 😭❤️

gemmastyles !!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️

mitchrowland You are on a streak. Congratulations, my dear friend. I can’t wait to call her Mrs. Styles (officially 👀)

↳ hsfan3 Even the band knew that they would be endgame material ❤️

pillowpersonpp I think that’s the happiest day of my life, and I birthed the sweetest boy in the world, so that’s saying something 🥲❤️

jefezoff Congratulations man ❤️😍

taylorswift Even though he was off the market for a long time already: Attention, Harry Styles is off the market!

↳ yourinstagram ☺️👉🏻👈🏻

niallhoran Congratulations, Harold! ❤️

liked by yourinstagram, harrystyles and 471 others

↳ yourinstagram One Direction reunion at our wedding when?

↳ niallhoran That’s a recurring thing from now on?

↳ yourinstagram Yes (even though I’d like to grab some tea with you some day)

liked by niallhoran

↳ 1d4ever your honor, I love her.

yourinstagram I love you with all my heart. Good thing I saved that ig handle a long time ago 👀

liked by harrystyles, gemmastyles and 1,039 others

↳ yourfan1 that’s our queen!

↳ yourfan2 LOVE HER 😂

↳ gemmastyles Smooth 👀

yourinstagram Meet the future Mrs. Styles. Oh, wait. That’s me! 😭❤️

feat. Baby Styles because Harry wanted me to post this picture instead of that cute one his mom took in the garden. But hey, whatever my future husband demands ❤️

[tagged harrystyles]

Liked by imsebastianstan, chrisevans, harrystyles, gemmachan, paulrudd and 12,095,881 others | 227,105 comments

imsebastianstan After everything you went through, you deserve this kind of happiness more than anyone ❤️

↳ sebastianstanstan Get yourself a supportive bestie like Sebastian.

↳ yourinstagram I’m gonna play matchmaker so hard, mister.

liked by marvelbunch, chrisevans and anthonymackie

harrystylesforever We need to talk about how he is holding her bump.

↳ harrystylesfanpage It’s so protective 🥹 I only can imagine how much love he must feel ❤️

chrisevans Congratulations, bee ❤️❤️❤️

paulrudd And there she goes, out in the world. I feel like a proud dad 🥹

↳ robertdowneyjr And what I’m supposed to say?! I’m practically her big, protective brother!

↳ yourinstagram The best on-screen brother in existence. Well… formally in existence. It’s okay, people, I made myself cry with this one.

↳ yourfan1 STOP RIPPING MY HEART IN TWO 😭 I miss the Stark Duo 😭 #bringbackthestarkduo Congratulations, queen 🥹

gemmachan After wiping so many tears off your beautiful face, I’m so blessed to see how everything developed in the past years and how you became your happiest self ❤️

ynandharry IT IS HAPPENING!!!

simuliu Congratulations, YN ❤️

lizolsen People are looking weird because I’m standing in a line at target and crying over my phone ❤️

harrystyles My entire world in one picture x H.

liked by annetwist, yourinstagram, jefezoff and 3,720 others

↳ hsfan1 Imagine a world where Harry is your soon-to-be husband and baby daddy. YN is living the life.

↳ hsfan2 Not crying, nope.

↳ yourinstagram Harryyyyyyy 😭❤️

lolthisnotme We need to talk about the stunning, gorgeous, and otherworldly ring Harry casually pulled out of his jacket pocket (well, more the black box where this masterpiece was hidden). I may or may not already have cried before he even had the chance to open the lid, and I think I suffered a heart attack after he did exactly that. Am I still alive anyway??? Is this the afterlife? Heaven? I don’t know, and I don’t care BECAUSE I AM THE HAPPIEST WOMAN ON THE ENTIRE PLANET DEAL WITH MY HAPPINESS PEW PEW PEW!

Liked by mitchrowland, imsebastianstan, gemmachan, whoisharry, gemmastyles and 10 others | 11 comments

gemmastyles Can I tell her?

liked by lolthisnotme and annetwist

↳ lolthisnotme What????????? 🧐🧐🧐

↳ gemmastyles Pssssh 🤫

↳ lolthisnotme Harry is getting some groceries - without me. Could take a while. You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 👀

↳ whoisharry I still have my phone with me, darling. And yes, you can tell her, Gem 👌🏼

↳ gemmastyles HE DESIGNED IT

↳ lolthisnotme hajslskdklaodjsjsmdhdiwl

liked by gemmastyles and whoisharry

↳ gemmastyles Told you she would love it *proud sister*

↳ lolthisnotme H 🥺🥹 Expect more kisses than anyone has ever received (if you get chocolate, marshmallow cream, cheese, and cucumbers)

liked by whoisharry and gemmastyles

↳ gemmastyles Pregnancy cravings are having a wild week, I see.

liked by lolthisnotme

gemmachan You are very much alive 😋 It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. Your fiancé has excellent taste and imagination ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme Right? Right?!

mitchrowland Every single gift for Christmas and birthday has to compete with this one now. You did good, Haz. I don’t want to be you 😂

↳ lolthisnotme He is gifting me his presence and love; that’s all I ever wanted for Christmas and birthday (and an annual supply of bath bombs; I’m a simple girl) 👀

↳ whoisharry And worn clothing items to snuggle up to when I’m gone

↳ lolthisnotme Exactly.

↳ pillowpersonpp You two are so sweet ❤️; I wanna throw up (even though I know how nasty and dirty you two can get) And I already saw the ring twice but in different stages, and you outdid yourself, Harry ❤️

liked by whoisharry and lolthisnotme

imsebastianstan Good lord, this man would get you the moon if you’d ask him.

↳ whoisharry I would.

↳ lolthisnotme He would 👉🏻👈🏻❤️

↳ lolthisnotme You would do the same for the right woman. I just need to find her for you.

↳ gemmachan She has excellent reviews as a matchmaker 👀

↳ lolthisnotme Thank you, dear satisfied customer 💁🏽‍♀️

liked by gemmachan, whoisharry and imsebastianstan

jefezoff He was so excited but also worried since starting to work on it.

↳ lolthisnotme Timeframe specification, please.

↳ jefezoff Oooff. When did he start mitchrowland? About two years and a half?

↳ mitchrowland Something around that, yeah

↳ lolthisnotme I’m gonna pass out on this very couch.

↳ whoisharry Perfection needs time

↳ lolthisnotme So, you’re telling me that you started to design my engagement ring even before we moved in together??!!!

↳ whoisharry Will you have a heart attack if I tell you that the idea started to form in my head after our third date? I’m still standing in line and easily need 10 minutes to get home.

↳ gemmastyles My brother, the romantic, ladies and gentlefolk.

;

Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thank you so much for reading and for the support I got from you so far! Lysm!

[bisexual-queenie]

No one asked for these, but here is my general BNHA headcanons:

- Class 1A likes to watch RuPauls Drag Race together as well as Trixie Mattel and Katya’s show on YouTube. They even like to joke that Aizawa and Mic are literally just Trixie and Katya respectively (unbeknownst to them, both Aizawa and Mic are avid Drag Race watchers themselves and fully accepted that they embody the two drag queens)

- Sero and Uraraka are besties I don’t make the rules. They speak Spanish in front of each other (this becomes relevant later)

- Present Mic can and will sing Brittney Spears at any chance he gets. If they’re listening to music, they’re lip syncing. If they are at karaoke, they’re most definitely singing “Kill the Lights” or “Piece of Me” I don’t make the rules.

- (Ok this is kinda an AU but it might as well be cannon if a certain death didn’t happen) All Might, Nighteye, and Dave are also besties. Anytime Dave comes to Japan, All Might and Nighteye take him to many places so that Dave can experience Japanese culture. They even host parties so that Dave can interact with the other pro heroes. Lmao it’s at these parties that the heroes learn about staples of American culture such as the Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, and the Macarena.

- I have a lot of head cannons about the nationalities/backgrounds of certain characters, so to list a few:

Present Mic is Japanese-Italian (Mom is Italian). They are fluent in Italian because they totally would know more than just Japanese and English I feel it in my bones.

Sero is Colombian-Japanese (Mom is Colombian). In my head, Sero was born in Colombia then immigrated to Japan after his Mom passed away when he was like 13.

Uraraka is Japanese-Mexican I can feel it in my bones again. Her dad is Mexican, but took his wife’s last name when they got married.

Satō is Greek. I have no real reason for this I just saw someone else have this hc and it has been in my head rent free ever since.

Nighteye is Vietnamese-Japanese, born in Vietnam and is fluent in both languages. It just resonates with me.

Edgeshot is Thai-Japanese. It also just resonates with me. He was born in Thailand and is fluent in both languages.

Tamaki is Japanese-Hawaiian, born in Japan to a Japanese father and a Hawaiian mother.

- Every pro hero came to Aizawa and Mic’s wedding. Even Endeavor, who was forced to attend for good publicity or something idk. Aizawa wore a tux and Mic wore a wedding dress that had a mermaid cut at the bottom and lace sleeves that went off the shoulder (can you tell I thought long and hard for this one hc lmao). Everyone cried, including Aizawa and Mic’s parents. Years after the wedding, Aizawa is the one to show Class 1A the wedding pictures after some pestering from them after he lets it slip that they are together.

- This one is random as hell, but Mic, Aizawa, Midnight, All Might, Nighteye, Jeanist, Edgeshot, Hawks, and Miruko all meet up for game night occasionally. A lot of inside jokes get created as a result. (Such a random ass group but I saw it in a dream once and couldn’t stop thinking about it).

That’s all for now! Hopefully when more come to my brain all make a part two :)

[yeonjun4beagles]

ahh the yeonjun ‘love’ was amazing i love your writing!. i was wondering your thoughts on maybe beomgyu bringing y/n to the friend group as his girl bestie and yeonjun is the one who becomes clingy and steals her lol. “hey gyu, where’s y/n today?” “get these y/n likes them”.

<3

"thump."

call it cliché or whatever but yeonjun knows it was love as first sight. the first time he saw you was when beomgyu literally dragged you to his dorm to hang out with him. "come onnnn y/n, it's gonna be fun!! its been so long since we hang out together" "yes gyu but not your dorm, it must stinks like your stinky ass, ew" but no, it doesn’t stink and yes it was fun especially because yeonjun was teaming up with you to beat beomgyu's ass. the hangouts became frequent and soon it was a weekly thing for all of you. you can’t help it, you guys just seem to click together instantly.

he still remembers the way he would pester beomgyu all day long asking about you, “how do you know her?” “can i have her number?” “is she single? what kind of guys does she likes?” “when are you gonna bring y/n over, beomgyu?”. he can literally says that beomgyu was his cupid, well, he’s the one who first introduces you to yeonjun after all. “hyung, you know she’s my best friend, right? so if you hurt her, remember that i won’t hesitate to land a punch on your face”.

fast forward to a year after your first meeting, you and yeonjun were cuddling on the couch while the others were playing games and then suddenly, a pillow was thrown across the room, hitting yeonjun right in his face, “yah choi yeonjun!! go get a room you two. y/n barely pays attention to me anymore because of you” beomgyu pouted in annoyance while glaring at your now-boyfriend. “what can i do? y/n here likes my ass better than yours, right baby?” he said while kissing your forehead. “yea yea you say that but if it wasn’t for me dragging her single ass here, you would still be a sore loser, so kiss my ass, hyung” beomgyu said making all of you burst into laughter.

you get up, making your way to beomgyu and squishing his face in your hands, “gyu, you’re still my best friend and i love you too, okay so let’s go and get that ice cream you’ve been wanting to eat”. as you two make your way to the door, beomgyu turned around and stuck his tongue out to yeonjun. “hyung, im gonna kidnap her and won’t give her back to you”, he said, making a run for his life.

“YAH CHOI BEOMGYUUUU!!!”

A/N: im glad you like them!! im still searching for my own writing style tbh (●ˇ∀ˇ●) and this one was really fun to write so i hope you’ll like it <3 

[rhine-gold-archive]

Like… I don’t like telling a creator ‘when are you making this!!??’ Because its like im pushing them when it should come from their own creative mind and base ect ect, but if you are asking… im still thinking about when the individual kaeya analysis (smut?) post will come out like… it’s been so long i start believing it was a fragment of my imagination, also the electro meta and other things

I guess the kaeya post now become posts with two kaeya afab and one about love language, so i guess it’s here just not like the others lol (aka Diluc, thoma, ayato )

But if you are asking us to pester you! Bestie you are not ready for me! I have been polite all this time! if im given the green light :D

LISTEN, while ofc as any creator I enjoy and get motivational boosts from receiving random compliments on my writing, I am also regularly running actual votes on what to write next, where I post what reqs\ideas I have rn and take suggestions. And when some time ago I posted a list with actually TWO different Kaeya prompts, I got ZERO votes for them, instead everyone voted geo ppl and so I wrote Albedo piece. Y'all don't get to now come at me like "Rhine :\ :\ :\ Where's Kaeya content???? :\ :\ :\" asdfghjkl

regarding the analysis post specifically, as I mentioned about a week ago, I just moved to another country and I don't have mental capacity and time to write anything high investment like that, BUT I can write smth low investment like afab one shots, and again, literally no one told me "Hey Rhine, I'd love to see smth with Kaeya", which is why I'm now writing a Xiao piece rn, bc Xiao ppl are immediately in my notes and inbox lmao

[clouds-rambles]

Hi i really enjoyed your recent venti one shot with the misunderstanding is it alright if I request it with Zhongli please? Congrats on 100 followers bestie 😨

Of course bestie I’m glad that you’re enjoyed it! And tysm I cannot comprehend how I’ve gotten so many followers so fast like hi everyone.

I’m reopening my inbox soon! <3

YEAH I JUST CASUALLY WROTE 1K WORDS FOR THIS LOOK AT ME GO

Pairings; Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); jealousy, hurt/comfort ig

Keep reading under the cut

“What’s the plan for today dearest?” Zhongli asks as he takes a sip of his tea, you smile at your spouse

“Childe is helping me with my commissions today” you lie easily, Zhongli doesn’t pick up on that lie “You really shouldn’t have made friends with him, he keeps pestering me for a fight” you huff putting down the newspaper that you were reading

“Are you going to take him up on the offer” Zhongli asks as he takes your now discarded newspaper to read for himself

“I have a reputation to uphold my love, I can’t just go round beating up Fatui Harbingers” you respond mostly in jest “Maybe if he annoys me enough I’ll give him a taste of his own medicine” you tell your spouse as you stand.

You give Zhongli a kiss before you pick up your bag “Wamnin Resturant at 5, the fatui is paying” you tell the man as you open the front door “Love you, bye”

Zhongli bids you goodbye despite you already being out the door as he continues reading the newspaper before going about to start his day.

The week rolls past and you’ve been spending many of your days with Childe. You had only spend one of the seven days with him. And despite the fact Zhongli is more than used to seeing you gone for weeks at a time when you’re travelling, but usually when you spend time at home you spend most of it with him or running the occasional commission.

Zhongli doesn’t need to reassure himself about your relationship, you married eachother for pity’s sake. If there wasn’t sufficient trust Zhongli would have never got married to you.

Though the ex-archon cannot shake the pit in his stomach that you’re avoiding him for some reason. Over the last week you have come home more exhausted  than he has seen you in a while. Yet you still sleep in the same bed as him. If something was happening you surely wouldn’t torment him by sleeping in the same bed as him right?

Zhongli voices his concerns to Hu Tao who just laughs at him and tells him not to worry about a thing. Hu Tao knows something...

Yet no matter how much he tries to pry the damned director refuses to tell him why he shouldn’t worry. Zhongli returns home from his shift a little grouchy and when you try to push him on the matter Zhongli confronts you on it.

“[name], my dear, I have to ask why I haven’t seen much of you over this week” he asks trying to hide his tinge of jealousy. You smile at him and give him a kiss.

“Hey, you don’t need to worry your pretty face about it, it’ll come clean soon” you tell him with a grin. Zhongli wants to argue that he is in fact worrying his pretty little face because he’s out of the loop and he very much dislikes being out of the loop. But Zhongli knows that once you’ve made up your mind on telling him or not telling him something you won’t budge. He admires that about you and in that regard you’re much like him. Two immovable mountains that rarely but heads. But to be honest, as immovable as his mountain be he caves to you far too often, you’re just too lovable not to.

Another four days pass with you hanging about Childe. Zhongli feels like he very much hates the harbinger for stealing you for a week and a half. That’s a week and a half closer to your next exhibition. As much as Zhongli doesn’t want to damper your explorative spirit he truly misses you when you’re gone. If it weren’t for his informal contractual obligation to keep an eye on Liyue, Zhongli would accompany you on every exhibition.

“Morning love” you greet as he wakes up. It’s not often that you wake up before him. 

“How long have you been awake for?” Zhongli asks groggily, you smile and kiss his nose

“Long enough to know that you look positively adorable when your sleeping” you confess with a giggle. Zhongli smiles at you

“You’re lucky I love you” he jests hugging you “What’s you itinerary for the day my dear?” he asks into your neck . 

“You’re going to accompany me today” you reply. Zhongli pulls back with a quirk of his brow “Now get ready, we’ve got a schedule today” you tell him giving him another kiss and getting out of bed

Curious Zhongli gets himself dressed and meets you at the front door where you have already collected everything necessary for the day ahead of you. And as soon as Zhongli is ready you lead your spouse through the harbour hand in hand.

Much of the morning is spent at the tea house where the two of you eat a large brunch. Zhongli mentions in passing of wanting to go to a shop for something nice and you go and visit it before morving sw

“Afternoon Tartaglia” you greet the harbinger as he waves you over

“Afternoon Zhongli, [name]. Right on schedule I see” he grins leading the two of you to the bottom of the harbour and onto a boat where there’s a handful of workers and a handful more friends. Childe joins the group of people who all watch the two of you.

“What’s happening?” Zhongli asks you with a tilt of his head. You only smile at him and take his hands

“Well Zhongli, my husband” you tell him looking up into his eyes “We have been together for what feels like forever” you start pausing to look at Childe who gives you a thumbs up “And the reality is that the two of us took our vows to each other 5 years ago to the day” you continue smiling at your husband “And I know I was away for last years anniversary so this year I’m making double the effort to make up for it”

Zhongli stares at you then to his friends, then at the boat around him that has has started to move around Liyue before he meets your gaze again. In all his years he has never been at such a loss for words. Tears collect at the corner of the ex-archons eyes

“I’m speechless” he says before smiling at you and moving his hand to your cheek “I love you so much”  he confesses kissing your forehead

“Well folks with that I think we can get this party started” Childe announces with a clap of his hands. There’s a commotion at the top of the boat where a band starts playing some orchestral music and everyone begins mingling.

While Zhongli speaks to the traveller and Paimon he can’t help but notice you thanking Childe and embracing him tightly. Zhongli thinks to himself how ridiculous he was to be so jealous of the time you were spending with the fatui when in reality you were doing so much work for him.

Archons above he loves you.

--

Cloud makes a return of Zhongli being cute and married <3

[nathanbatemanfucker]

7 Minutes in Hell Pt. 2

summary: angst has ensued…what will come of reader and are lovely fratboy hotch?

pairing: fem!virgin!reader! x fratboy!hotch

warnings: more angst, 18+, loss of virginity, smut

AN: requested by a bestie, this is wayyyyyy longer than it needs to be but i just love college hotch so much my imagination just takes over. hope this does “7 minutes in heaven” justice. this is posted in two parts because it’s long and my dumbass couldn’t figure out tumblr mobile. if there are typos don’t @ me.

word count: to come

read part one here.

Aaron wakes up the next morning with you on his mind. The want to hold you, kiss you, tell you he’s sorry is strong. He settles for trying to call you again. Through pestering all of his frat brothers he was able to get Macey’s number and make sure you made it home alright but not before she called him a number of choice names and to piss off.

He’d also made sure to chew his brothers out after all the things they’d said. Nothing they said about you was true. You were nothing like all the other girls. You were everything he wanted. He knows you won’t answer but he tries to call you anyway.

You’re laying in bed, staring at your phone as it goes off. This had to be the 80th time he’d called you in less than 24 hours but you didn’t want to talk to him. If you could have it your way you would never see him again. You know that’s not completely true, that you’re only trying to convince yourself of that because you’re hurt but you lean into the feeling anyway. If you don’t, you’ll find yourself consumed with sadness.

*

When you walk into class on Monday he’s already there which is unlike him. Usually he showed up a minute or two before class in true fratboy fashion. There was no way you could avoid him here but you and Macey had talked through how you’d keep conversation with him to a minimum.

“Y/n-“ He begins, but you don’t even let him start whatever bullshit spiel you think he has.

“Don’t. We’re project partners here and that’s it.” You can’t even look at him as you set up your laptop.

“But, I brought you chai. And two muffins.” He says softly and so much of you wants to just forgive him right now. You could just give him a smooch and take his gifts willingly, move on. But he wasn’t going to win you so easily.

“I’m giving up caffeine and I’m not hungry.” You say stubbornly. You hadn’t, but in your haste this morning your forgot to stop and grab anything. You had become so used to him bring it for you that it easily slip your mind.

“Oh, give me a fucking break, Y/n.” The frustration in his voice is evident.

“Mr. Hotchner, you can continue this conversation after class.” The professor looks at him pointedly.

“Oh, uh, of, course, professor.” He trips over his words, embarrassed that your professor and the entire class are looking at you.

“Actually, professor, I forgot to put my contacts in this morning and my glasses are broken, could I move up to the front for today?”

“Uh, sure, Ms. Y/l/n.”

“Y/n/n. Please.” Hotch pleads under his breath, loud enough so only you can hear.

“Just leave me alone, Hotch.” You throw him a glare as his nickname slips from your lips accidentally.

He recoils from you as if you’ve just slapped him. Metaphorically you have, you’ve never called him Hotch, it’s always been Aaron. He always took comfort in knowing you called him by his name, it made him feel closer to you. Before he can say anything to you, you’ve gathered you things and moved to the front of the classroom. Right now, in this moment, he’s not sure what to do to win you back. He’s not sure if he can.

*

The call comes a week later while you’re in class with him, and in your haste and panic you don’t turn down his help. Your grandfather doesn’t say much other than your grandmother’s in your hometown’s local hospital which is 2 hours away. You’re visibly distraught and explain what’s happened to the professor as you put your things away.

“I can drive her, sir, we’re best friends.” Aaron speaks up immediately, already packing his things into his bag.

“I’ll send you both the notes. Hoping the best for your grandmother, Y/n.”

“Thank you, sir.” Aaron’s hand is around yours, pulling you through the building and to his car in the parking lot in a matter of seconds.

Neither of you say anything the entire drive. His hand is on your thigh as you stare out of the window, biting at your lip as you try to hold in the tears. It's a failed attempt and when he hears you sniffling his hand comes up to wipe away some of your tears before he grabs your hand. If your emotions weren’t all over the place you would object to the physical affection but right now it was comforting and you needed it.

He gets you to the hospital in a criminal amount of time, speeding like a maniac the entire time but you’re grateful. The two of you make your way inside and you give the woman at the front desk your grandmother’s name, citing that you were her daughter. She had raised you, you practically were. When you and Aaron make it to the 7th floor you look at the map, trying to locate the waiting room.

“Y/n/n!” Your grandfather calls from down the hall. He looks tired and frazzled and your heart squeezes in your chest.

“Gramps!” You jog to him, immediately circling him into a tight hug. “What happened?” You ask, pulling back to look at him.

“She took a fall down a few steps, she’s going to be okay, she’s in surgery for the hip right now.” He shakes his head, his lip quivering slightly.

“Oh thank god.”

“You didn’t have to come.” He says almost to himself and you snort in protest.

“Nonsense, of course I had to come.”

“Who’s this?” He looks over at Aaron who you’d almost completely forgotten about. You hadn’t thought this through at all. Now that you and Aaron weren’t friends there was no reason for him to meet your family. This was going to give everyone the wrong impression.

Aaron speaks before you can say anything, extending his hand for your grandfather to shake. “Aaron Hotchner, it’s nice to finally meet you sir, though I wish it was during better circumstances.”

“Please, call me Colin. Y/n/n, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, I thought we told each other everything.” Your grandfather looks between the two of you and you wish that you could simply disappear due to this moment.

“I’m not her boyfriend, sir. Yet. There are a few minor kinks for us to work out.”

“Ever.” You shoot him a glare before looking back at your grandfather who just has a knowing look on his face. You’d be hearing about this later and you weren’t looking forward to this.

Your grandfather stifles a chuckle before putting his hands up in defeat when you focus your glare on him instead.“Seems like you two have need some alone time. I’ll go grab us some coffee.”

You turn to Aaron, crossing your arms. “Thank you so much for this but you can go now, I’m here, my grandpa can take me home.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’m leaving you here.” His mouth is set in a deep frown.

“Hotch, you’re not my boyfriend, in fact you’re not even my friend anymore, so please, leave.” It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s taken aback by the use of his nickname.

Part of you feels guilty, it's petty of you to call him that, knowing it’s impersonal and hurts him. But, part of you wanted him to hurt like you are.

“I care about you in ways I don’t even understand so I’m not leaving.”

“I can’t do this right now. Not right now. Please.” You throw your hands up in the air, looking anywhere but at him.

“There’s no better time and you know it.” His voice is low but firm; serious, which is something Aaron didn’t do often.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms again. “You have 2 minutes.”

“Before I met you, was I a bit of a scumbag? Yes. Did I try to distract myself from the feelings I have for you by fooling around more? Again, yes. But no one is you. No one will ever be you, and I’m sorry that I didn’t come right out and say it before that night in the closet but I’m in this for the long haul, if you’ll have me.”

The long haul? Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Ok.” You sigh in defeat.

“Ok?” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“I’ll think about us. I’ll call you when I figure it out. But I need space.”

“And you’ll keep me posted about your grandmother and let me know if you need anything?” He bends his knees slightly so that he’s low enough to make eye contact with you. His gaze is soft and patient, and makes you feel fuzzy.

“Yes, but you have to go now.” You push him away playfully, biting away the smile that’s threatening to spread across your lips.

“Alright.” He cups your face in one of his hands, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead and then the tip of the nose. When he turns to walk away you tighten your grip on his hand and he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Thank you, Aaron.”

The smile that lights up his face makes you want to tell him you forgive him and kiss him right then and there but you keep your composure. “I’m Aaron again?”

“For now.”

*

“In it for the long haul, huh? From a 20 year old frat boy and you’re seriously thinking about doing this?” Macey has rolled her eyes during this conversation too many times for you to count. The best thing about her is that she’s 22, older than both you and Aaron. This gives her way more experience dating and you trust her opinions.

When it came out of Macey's mouth it sounded ridiculous, but when Aaron said those words all you remember is a warm calm spreading throughout every inch of your body. It just felt right, you couldn’t deny it.

“It sounds stupid, I know. I’m young and he’s young and I have no idea what I’m doing.” You get up off of the couch and walk to the window.

Nothing can prepare you for the question she asks you. It comes out of her mouth so nonchalantly, like she’s asking you what you want to eat for dinner. “Do you love him?”

Whirling around you look at her like she’s kicked you in the stomach. “What?”

“Do you love him?” She emphasizes the last two words.

“It’s been 3 months, how could I?”

“You’re deflecting.”

“Mace.”

“Answer the question, Y/n. Do you love him?”

“If I had to imagine what love feels like it would be this.”

“So yes?”

“Yes, I guess I do.” The words come out of you slowly. So…you love him?

*

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t know you were coming.” Aaron’s hair is wet and he’s in nothing but a towel which is wrapped around his hips when he opens the front door.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him all week, since you told him you would think about what ‘us’ meant to you.

“No, it’s fine, I should’ve called or something.” You fidget with your fingers, standing in the cold December air.

“Do you want to come in?”

“I can come back at a better time.” You offer, your nerves taking over, but he shakes his head.

“Too much for you to handle to think straight?” He teases with a playful smirk.

You’re nervous so all you can do is clear your throat, feeling your face warm up at his words. He cuts you some slack by filling the silence, “I’m kidding. Come on, this is a great time. No time like the present.”

Before you can answer he’s grabbed you by the hand and is pulling you back to his room. To your surprise, you don’t see any of his housemates on the way to his room. It’s in the basement so there’s plenty of privacy. He closes the door and you sit in the chair at his desk, feeling weird about how casually you used to flop into his bed. You turn away to give him some privacy to get dressed.

“You can look you know, I mean, Y/n/n, I gave your head in the closet upstairs.”

“Aaron!” You scold burying your face in your hands.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing, but you have to come sit on the bed with me so we can talk about this.”

Taking your face out of your hands cautiously you turn around to find him sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of boxers and a white tank top. Clothed but barely, and your mind clouds with lust for just a moment. You stand and plop down on the bed next to him, keeping your gaze on the your fingers that knot together in your lap.

“I think you should start, given what I said to you in the hospital that day.”

You take a deep breath, attempting to gather your thoughts before you speak. How were you going to tell him you loved him?

“You said you’re in it for the long haul, what does that mean? I’ve never been in a relationship, not a serious one and neither have you. What exactly is long? 2 months? 2 years? 2 decades? I mean, I’m 19 years old, Aaron, am I even supposed to be in love at this age? Are we even in love? Aren’t we-“

He cuts you off by placing his thumb gently over your mouth, as he sees you're in no place to stop, the words bubbling out of you. “Baby. Breathe. We have time to figure this out, you don’t have to push all your thoughts out at once.”

“But, I’ll forget them. I should’ve taken notes while I was having my spiral the other night.” You push yourself off his bed, starting to pace back and forth.

“Your spiral?” He prompts you to keep going, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Well the other night Macey asked me if I…if I loved you.” You keep your back to him, not quite ready for those words to come out of your mouth while facing him.

You hear him take in a slow, sharp breath before he speaks quietly, his voice gentle. “And what did you say?”

“That I’m not sure but if I imagined what love would feel like this would be it.” You say so softly you doubt that he hears you but he responds immediately.

“And then you spiraled?”

“And then I spiraled, because there’s so much that could go wrong and so much that we could fuck, and I’ve just got you. I’m 19 and I could have you for the rest of my life but what if we mess this up? Then at the ripe age of 20 I’m left knowing that I was supposed to be with you but I can’t have you anymore? It sounds hellish.”

“I think me answering your initial question might help with that.”

You come to sit next to him on the bed again, regarding him patiently.

“When I said that I’m in it for the long haul, I meant that I couldn’t imagine a day where I wouldn’t want to wake up to you.”

“But what if I do something stupid?”

You think back to all of the times you were scolded or alienated by your parents before they left you with your grandparents. Anytime you did something wrong it was like their love was taken away. Even though you were young and your grandparents loved you unconditionally, it still haunted your relationships with others.

“Y/n/n, you’re…perfect. If anyone’s going to do something to fuck this up it’s me and I’m hellbent on giving you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Why?”

“Because…well, I mean, I love you.” He shrugs like his words are no big deal.

Because he loves me.

You sit for a brief moment, letting those words sink in, attempting to process them before you speak again. He must be processing the fact that he said them because he too sits in silence. You could hear a pin drop its so quiet and you’re surprised he can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Aaron?”

He slowly turns his head to look at you. “Mmm?”

It’s now or never. “Will you fuck me?”

He chokes on air at your words, completely astounded by where this conversation has gone. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t make me say it again, my heart’s in my ass.”

“No, baby, I think I need to hear you say it again.” He’s teasing already, and you huff in annoyance.

“You’re teasing me at a time like this?”

“You knew what you were signing up for when you fell in love with me. So go ahead sweetheart, ask again.” He raises his eyebrows at you a couple times.

“Will you…fuck me?”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t all the cliches say your first time should be with someone you love?”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted cliches with.” His words are disarmingly sweet and you blink a few times to compose yourself.

“Then fuck me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, Aaron, please.” You take his hands into yours. He leans forward, smashing your lips to his as he gracefully flips you over and lays you down on his bed.

The next few minutes are complete and utter silence other than your mingled breathing, and the moans and groans that you to exchange. He gets you undressed expertly, first your sweatshirt, then your jeans, and finally your underwear and bra. The deep sound that leaves his throat when you’re totally naked sends butterflies through your lower abdomen and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. He takes off his shirt next and your hands are instantly glued to him, feeling the toned muscles of his stomach, chest and shoulders.

He’s like a Greek god, taking your breath away with not only his body but his lips as he kisses you again. You pull on his waistband and lazily snake your tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of him. It’s familiar, the faint taste of cigarettes filling your senses. You’d have to remind him to quit. But that thought is interrupted when he’s naked in front of you, your eyes going wide at the size of his erection. A smirk plays on his lips as he realizes what you’re gaping at but before you can say a snide remark his hand trails down to circle your clit.

“Ah.” You whimper as he slowly rubs the bundle of nerves. It’s a different feeling than his mouth on you but still one that sends waves of pleasure through your entire body. You throw your head back, biting your lip to stifle another moan. He doesn’t say anything, keeping up his pace on your clit as he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your throat. You feel his other hand bouncing against you thigh and look down to see him stroking himself. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, it’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. His breathing against your neck is harsh and breathy, and he starts to suck dark marks into your throat.

You can’t take it anymore. You needed him inside you. “Please.”

“Ready?” He pulls back to look at you, his deep brown eyes searching yours for any ounce of doubt. You know he won’t find it because you’re sure. You’re so sure of this.

“Ready.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Hope you last at least 7 minutes.” You say with a smirk as he settles himself between your legs.

“Now who’s teasing?”

“You can always dish it and never-“ You’re cut off by the sharp intake of your breath and his as he slowly eases himself into you. The stretch isn’t painful, just foreign and he stays still in you, letting you adjust.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so…” His face falls into your shoulder, his lips planting a soft kiss onto the skin there.

“Good.” You whisper into his cheek, showering him with kisses. You couldn’t get close enough to him, you couldn’t give him enough love. “You too. You too.”

“Perfect, you feel perfect. You are perfect. So warm, and tight and just perfect.” He says it like he’s in disbelief that you could feel this good and you feel the same way. You hadn’t even cum yet but it felt like your body couldn’t hold much more pleasure as he pumps himself in and out of you at snail’s pace. You were all for savoring him, but right now you wanted release. Needed it.

“Aaron, please, faster. I need you.” You beg, and you see a lightbulb go off in his head.

Abruptly, Aaron pulls out of you and you mewl in protest underneath him. Before you can ask him what he’s doing he speaks. “I need you to try something for me.”

“Anything.” You say with no shame or embarrassment at you desperation. You’d do almost anything to have him inside of you again.

He caresses your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek, and you lean into his touch. “I need you to sit on my lap and ride me, can you do that for me baby?”

Anxiety spikes in your chest. “I don’t..what if-“

“I know, I’ll help you. I’ve got you, okay?” He sits back against the wall and pats his lap, his erection still commanding all your attention.

“Okay.” You say timidly as you come to straddle him.

He lines himself up with your core with one hand, his other gripping your hip gently. Slowly, eyes not break contact with his, you sink down onto him. His mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you feel just how deep he is. It’s better this way, you feel fuller.

Your name is a quiet gasp from his throat as he rest his head back against the wall. Your hips move up and down tentatively, his grip on them helpful but loose enough to let you move them on your own accord.

“Mmm, fuck, we should’ve done this sooner.” You murmur as you circle your hips while he’s fully sheathed in you. The tip of him was brushing you g spot perfectly and you moan again.

“Such a dirty girl, I’m surprised.” He chokes out, and you can tell that his orgasm is nearing. The helpless look on his face sends you into overdrive and you start to move your hips up and down at a faster pace.

“For you. Just for you, baby.” You let the term of endearment slip for the first time and your heart flutters. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron, his heart squeezing in his chest as well. You feel yourself building, your walls hugging his erection tighter and tighter as you fuck him earnestly.

“Shit, Y/n, just like that.” He pleads, his eyes shutting. His hips start to buck up to meet yours, thrusting him even further into you.

“Oh, god, I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you. I love you, Aaron.” The words spill out as you start to rub on your clit, bringing you dangerously close to your peak.

“I love you too. I’m c-close, are you?”

“Yes, so close. Open your eyes, I need to see you.” You demand and his eyes immediately fly open. You start to slam your hips down even harder against his, purposely squeezing your walls around him as you desperately chase your high. This causes him to close his eyes once more, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he tries to wait for you.

“No, Aaron, eyes open.” You say firmly.

“Baby, I’m gonna-“

His eyes flutter open once more, warm and molten with desire as you both meet your highs at the same time. You clench tightly around him, crying out, eyes wide as he fills you. The groan that leaves him is animalistic but he too keeps his eyes opening, listening to your command. This is hottest thing you’ve experienced, not that you had experienced too many hot things but you know that this will top the list for a long time.

You collapse into him, burying your face in his neck as he rubs comforting circles into your hips. He finally speaks once you both catch your breath.

“You’re sure you haven’t done that before?” He jokes and a gentle laugh leaves you.

“Well there was this one guy…”

“Hey!” He squeezes your hips and you squeal out a more genuine, hearty laugh.

Leaning back to look at him you shake your head, feeling a bit shy after your first time. “I’m kidding. Just you, Aaron Hotchner. Only you.”

“I like being your only.” He muses, planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I like you being my only too. It doesn’t bother me that I’m not yours before you start feeling guilty.” You say quickly as you see his face fall.

“Who said I was gonna feel guilty?”

“You have that pouty look on your face whenever you feel bad about teasing me too much.”

“I do not.” He denies but a smile is threatened to spread across his face and you know that he knows you’re right.

“You totally do Aaron.”

“Well Mr. Pouty Face wants to spend the day with you is that okay?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment. “Only if he’ll be my boyfriend.”

He smiles so wide you think his cheek bones will pop out of his skin. “I’d be honored.”

“JJ and Emily and Elle will be so disappointed I took their man off the market.” You smile against his lips.

“Shut up and let’s go get to the brewhouse. You can finally let me buy you a cup of tea again.” He rolls his eyes as he thinks back to your defiance.

“Of the chai variety?”

“Any tea you want as long as you let me pay.”

“Mmm, like a true boyfriend would.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

read part 3 here.

tagged: @mrsh0tchner, @ssahotchie, @azenpal, @hyacinthhotch, @hotchwhore15, @averyhotchner, @disgruntledchowchow, @chelseyjoyce

[thera-daydreams]

KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

TAGLIST: @belladaises @binibiningbabaylan @4kodzuk3n @sparklingmallow @severuslovebot @holyshxtangel @marinac15 @space-flamingo @pippethealien @kashasenpai @disappointmentpastry @hornehlittleweeblet2 @seijohoe @monimiin @ibelievein2dmensupremacy @tinybonksharkcop @hannalogies @banisuoh @genshin-idiot @lemonnie-kimmie @haliya-mori

[beelzegrub]

How would the brothers react to an MC who wakes up shouting from nightmares?

Love this request anon tysm I’m gonna smooch you

MC Who Wakes Up Shouting

:readmore:

Lucifer:

Lucifer loves to give the illusion of privacy.

MC knows their room isn’t soundproof, but assumed it muffled noises enough.

I mean, nobody had said anything, so surely they didn’t hear the creek of the bed as MC shot up in their bed. Or the shriek that tumbled from their mouth night after night. Right?

Wrong.

Lucifer has a house full of brothers who cause trouble 24/7, his ears are like, specially tuned to pick up signs of distress.

Of course he hears the shrieks, and the creeks, and the sighs, and the tears. He hears all of it. But he won’t bring it up. He’ll wait patiently for MC to open up to him.

And when they finally do, he’ll be there. His arms open and waiting, that smug smirk on his face,

“Finally decided to come to me? It’s about time. I’ve been waiting patiently for you, MC.”

His smugness is forced. Dude was super worried. He’s the avatar of pride though, so. MC can’t know.

Incredibly relieved when they come to him and does all he can to help.

Mammon

Mammon knows.

He’s up late most nights, and He’s close enough that he hears the noises coming from MC’s room. He might not be the brightest bulb, but he can put two and two together.

Absolutely won’t be direct about it. I’m not convinced he knows how to be direct.

Instead, when he hears a shout, he’ll burst into MC’s room, demanding they wake up and entertain him, or find some other way to distract them.

He will “accidentally” fall asleep in their room, so they aren’t alone.

Lucifer will scold him, but since Lucifer is in the know of the situation, goes easy on Mammon. The others don’t.

But Mammon is used to use playing the bad guy, so it’s easiest for him to handle things this way. As long as he can be by MC’s side, he doesn’t mind.

“You’re lucky ya got such a nice guy like me, coming to hang out with ya all the time like this. You owe me!”

Leviathan

My man Levi always has headphones on and is dense as a brick. He has no idea.

Until one night, MC falls asleep in Levi’s bean bag chair. He decides to let them sleep.

It’s not like he cares about disturbing their cute sleeping face or anything!! It would just be more annoying to have to wake them up!! Yeah. It’s easier to let them stay!!

When He finally decides to call it a night and climbs into his bathtub. He settles in and closes his eyes.

And then MC screams. Like, ACTUALLY screams. Naturally, Leviathan snaps up and immediately screams in response.

MC and Leviathan stare at each other, both too shocked to say a word. After what seems like hours, MC breaks and starts apologizing and sniffling, tears coating their face.

Levi’s charisma skill is way to under leveled to handle this kind of situation.

But then he hears the footsteps in the hall. He can’t let anyone else see them like this! This moment is his!

He tumbled out of bed and promptly exits the room, leaving MC even more shocked than before. A few minutes later he returns, looking extra bashful.

Silently moves blankets and pillows on the floor next to MC and sits next to them.

“I told them we got scared playing a horror game. They’re gone. I’m sleeping here because I feel like it. That’s it. But… if you wanna talk or something while I’m down here, I guess I can do that.”

He’s trying his best.

Satan

Satan finds out by accident. He and MC are cozied up in his bed, them resting their back against his chest as he reads aloud from a book.

They’re both comfortable as this is a usual occurrence.

Unfortunately for MC, this particular book had a passage about night terrors.

Like, graphic descriptions of night terrors.

Satan was no fool. He felt MC tensing up as he read to them. He inhaled deeply and closed the book, setting it aside.

“I already have a good idea of the situation, but I’d like to hear it come from you, MC.”

MC knows they can’t lie to Satan, especially now.

They explain the situation as vaguely as possible, not wanting to cry in front of Satan.

Satan doesn’t pry. He nods once and then picks up a different book and continues as if nothing happened.

Later though, once MC has left, he starts gathering all the information he can about MC’s predicament. Mostly remedies and coping mechanisms, but also causes.

“If I find there to be a… traumatic reason for MC’s ailment, I will be sure to pass judgment on whoever is responsible.”

Asmodeous

Asmo notices the heavy bags MC always seems to have.

Not one to easily give up in his desires, he pesters and prods them day after day.

“Sweetie, why not try this eye cream? Maybe this special sleep mask? Oh! I know, how about-“

MC cuts him off mid tirade one day. They tell him it doesn’t matter what product they use because they never get enough sleep. It was just wasting product and would be pointless.

Not getting any beauty rest? Oh, how you wound him, MC.

“Let’s have a nice spa day, maybe that’ll help you relax!”

Moves on to pestering about the spa day.

MC finally gives in, and has a wonderful time. They feel so completely relaxed, they fall asleep in Asmo’s glorious tub.

Ohhhhh nooooooo. Has MC fallen asleep??? Whatever shall he do??

Absolutely his plan. Asmo steps away to prepare the bed for MC to have a perfect nights sleep.

Then he hears the Yelp, followed by splashing.

Rushes into the tub fully clothed to comfort MC.

“Oh darling, oh no. You’re alright. Come on, come with me. Let’s get you dried off and into some warm clothes.”

After the excitement of the night has worn off, Asmo will offer as many spa days or sleepovers as MC needs.

Beelzebub

Listen the Attic Club Sandwich? Napping is like their main club activity. Along with keeping Belphgor awake, that is. Beel has seen it happen often.

But he was the first to actually witness MC’s problem.

All his brothers had gone out,leaving just Beel and MC. They had fallen asleep on the couch. From what he’d heard, MC had a rather hard day. He didn’t want to wake them up, so he tried his best to not tear through the kitchen like he usually would. Every move he made was as slow and quiet as he could manage.

Unfortunately, Beel’s efforts were in vain. He had his haul in his arms and mouth, ready to return to his room to eat so he wouldn’t have to worry about the noise, when MC’s body shot straight up and released a bloodcurdling scream.

He immediately dropped everything in both shock and concern, rushing to MC’s side. He kneeled in the floor next to them, His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? It doesn’t look like it… I’ll call Lucifer. Hell know what to do. “

MC had quickly reached out and grabbed onto his hand to stop him. Tears streaming down their face, they shook their head fervently. 

Beel halted his efforts and watched MC’s face.

“No Lucifer? …. Okay. I’ll just sit here with you until you feel better then.”

Belphgor

Bestie, Belphie’s whole deal is sleep. He’s known from the very start. He just didn’t care to do anything at first. He might even be guilty of sending a few nightmares directly to MC.

But after… well…. The “incident” things changed. MC’s nightmares got worse. Much worse. And he knew exactly why. He knew exactly who was responsible. He knew exactly what they entailed.

It hurt. Being reminded of that moment over and over and over. If it hurt him this much, just how much was MC suffering?

Something had to be done.

One night, Belphie’s eyes snapped open. MC was having another nightmare. THE nightmare. He heaved a heavy sigh and dragged himself out of his bed, trudging to their room.

He didn’t bother knocking. He knew they were asleep. He opened MC’s door and stood there, his pillow tucked under his arm and watched what he’d done to them.

MC’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut, fists clenched, and hair damp from sweat.

As he approached them, he heard the quiet whimpers coming from their mouth as well

An intense guilt settled over him as he watched. Something HAD to be done.

That night, Belphie had climbed into MC’s bed and soothes them the best he could, using the power his Sloth sin granted him. The nightmares would eventually stop after some coaxing from the youngest brother, and then he’d return to his room as if nothing happened.

And he’d do that as long as he needed to. Anything for MC.

[ulfie-by-osmosis]

4, 5, 11, 17, 29, 30

send me the playlist please i love u thank u

Sent it, love you too etc

4. If you could wake up tomorrow in the SPN world, would you? Why or why not?

I don't have much of a reasoning for this one apart from that I find the characters and mechanisms (like purgatory and tricksters, and how some of the supernatural things work) compelling. I would study that stuff until it killed me. Also the poc and rowena and eileen and I would talk shit about others so much Yes, I would wake up there if I could.

5. Samjess, Sameileen, Samruby, Samcas, or someone else?

Oh, man. Can I advocate all? I'm gonna advocate for all.

Saileen/sameileen because they're so good for each other. They both care so much and it's like. eileen deserves someone who's all blushy and protective of her even though she doesn't NEED that, and sam deserves to (and does!) care about someone who doesn't always express a need for softness. also they're both so insane if you look at them for more than five seconds. perfect match really. Also, they're a T4T bi4bi couple.

Samruby for the exact opposite reasons. No thoughts here, just two people who could not be worse for each other. bloodfreak and the OG gaslightgatekeepgirlboss, plus knifeplay. Also it's just really funny when ruby cracks jokes about murdered nuns and god, and sam tries not to spontaneously combust.

Samjess is sweet in its own way, I guess, but I can't really imagine much for this pairing? It was literally only there for one episode. Very formative, though. You gotta like it for the right reasons, e.g. "I was dead from the moment we said hello"

Samcas/sastiel: soulfisting. that's all I'm gonna say. they're queerplatonic to me Samwena is also one of my fave dynamics, but I'm not too fond of it as a purely romantic relationship

TL;DR - I like them all for different reasons, but if I had to pick one, it'd be saileen (one of the few good things that came out of dabb era tbh)

11. If you HAD to get rid of one member of TFW, who would it be?

Dean, easy.

JOKING. don't make me choose, man.

17. What’s an aspect of SPN people often point to as a flaw that you really enjoy?

The dark lighting in early seasons? Yeah you need to double your screen brightness, and it definitely would have been a problem while the show aired on TV, but at least there's some contrast. some vibe. some fucking horror. Okay that's not that unpopular, so I'll talk about the whole... angel population situation going on in heaven. It's the direct consequence of Cas' s6 actions, and its effects are felt throughout the rest of the show. Intentional or not, I love the idea of this one being's ruthless quest for free will backfiring so badly precisely BECAUSE he's handling the concept on such a large scale for the first time. And he feels the consequences for so long. that does two things: a) make way for a very interesting dynamic in heaven (not explored well enough imo but it's There in the show), and b) imply the kind of explosive power even the desire to "change the system" can have on something like heaven, which in spn functions almost entirely on faith as far as I remember?

29. You can cut one character at any point of the show. Who would it be AND what would happen as a result?

Oh, just one? Okay, ketch or gadreel I guess. Let's go with Ketch. As a result half the fuckery of s12 vanishes and Magda Peterson gets to her aunt's house healthy and happy. If it's gadreel, then half the fuckery of s9 vanishes and Kevin gets to kill the Winchesters for his health and sanity.

30. Make up a fact about a character and convince me it’s true.

Charlie Bradbury hacked her way into Bobby's old computer, found a bunch of disgustingly sweet photos of him and Rufus (and one of him kissing this other guy in a priest outfit looking into the camera??), and pestered the old man into sharing gay escapades from back in the day. they're besties now <3