#I know I've done this rant before but it's been a while and I didn't feel like searching for it in my backlog

[midnightcrw]

Fight

Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.

Scenario:

The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.

And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.

Ghost:

Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.

"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.

"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.

Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.

"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.

Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.

She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."

Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.

You glared at him, "Simon!"

Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.

"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.

A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.

"Did you win?"

"Simon!?"

Price:

It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.

At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.

You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.

Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.

"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.

Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.

Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.

He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."

"What?" The principal asks.

"Nothing."

Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.

You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.

Soap:

Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.

You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.

Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.

"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.

The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.

It looked like your son had done some damage.

"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.

As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.

Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."

Gaz:

You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.

Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.

You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.

Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.

The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.

The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.

Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.

Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.

"Did you break any of his bones?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."

[strangersteddierthings]

Jealousy Looks Different On You

[Part One] ✨ [Part Two] ✨ [Part Three] ✨ [You Are Here]

Steve was a romantic, once upon a time. Twenty-year-old Steve would have swooned at Eddie's words, at the idea that love is enough. However, Steve is not twenty anymore. Steve is thirty-one with a string of failed relationships. He's always been one to fall hard and fall fast and if love truly was enough, Steve would have made it work by now.

Because he loves Eddie, but it's not like he's only loved Eddie. It's not like Steve's been living a celibate life full of longing and pining and sorrow. He'd loved Nancy, back in high school. Candy, his first girlfriend here in Chicago, had his heart for eight months before she moved away; they'd even debated long distance but, in the end, knew it wouldn't work. Sarah, Mary, Savannah; after coming out there was Mark and Dylan. All of whom he loved while still loving Eddie.

What was the point in pining after someone who didn't want him back?

He'd even had a long-term boyfriend, Brian, for two years that Steve thought would be forever, until the breakup he never saw coming. Because Steve never saw them coming. He was in love. Why would he look for signs that his relationship was ending?

"Eddie, I can't. If we don't work out- I can keep going as we are. You're one of my best friends. I know how to manage, it's- we'll be good as we are," Steve says, finally ending his pacing by dropping back onto his spot on the couch.

"I can't," Eddie says, words uncharacteristically soft and quiet.

"What?" Steve asks, voice laced with hurt and confusion, feeling like ice has been poured down his back. What does Eddie mean he can't? Can't what? He braves a look at Eddie to find he looks devastated, eyes wet and his pouty lips downturned.

"I can't," Eddie repeats and it's his turn to stand from the couch, to pace the living room that was once his too. "I- Jesus Christ Steve, you've had fucking, what, years? To accept that- years of thinking we'd never be together. All this time thinking I knew but didn't want you back.

"I didn't get that. I had, fucking hell, I never let myself accept that you might actually want me back. I haven't- I can't learn that we might have a chance and just not take it. How can you ask that of me? You're all I've fucking wanted for-forever, and I can't- I don't- Why didn't you ever ask me if I was interested in you?" Eddie's voice cracks on the last sentence.

And Steve should probably feel bad for Eddie, should understand what he's feeling, but all he feels is angry. It hits quick and fast, and all feelings of ice are gone. "Ask you? Ask you!? Why the fuck would I have done that when you've never, not once since I've known you, hesitated to go after who you want!? You don't hesitate to grab someone and drag them to the dance floor at the bar, you don't hesitate to ask for what you want, don't hesitate to go on and on about all the things you want in a partner; a list, by the way, that I don't fulfill. A list I'll never live up to!"

Steve doesn't remember doing it, but at some point in his rant he's stood again. The coffee table separates them as Steve yells out his frustrations. He doesn't want to be yelling at Eddie, though. The alternative is to cry, and Steve feels his throat grow thick as he finishes in a quieter tone, "You-You throw yourself at everyone who isn't me. Use me to make them jealous so they'll make the first move. How was I supposed to ask you if you'd ever want me when you made it- made it seem like you never would?"

"I- I was trying to make someone jealous enough to make the first move, but it wasn't- fuck, Steve, it wasn't them."

Steve sniffles, trying to will himself to not fully cry, "if that didn't work the first time, why did you think it would work any of the other times?"

"It's not- I wasn't ever expecting it to work. I just- I don't even know what I was thinking, much less expecting. But Steve, please, please believe me. I want to be with you. Please, give me, us, a chance," Eddie begs.

Jesus Christ. How often has Steve daydreamed about this? About Eddie showing up and confessing and begging Steve to give him a chance? A pathetic amount, surely, yet Steve can't bring himself to follow the script of his daydream. In the dream, Steve accepts; pulls Eddie into a kiss that makes them both dizzy.

This isn't a daydream, though. This is his life, real life, and Steve has things he won't compromise on now.

"Eddie, I... I want to. I used to dream that we'd get a chance, but I, I have other dreams, too. Ones I'm not willing to give up. Not even for you."

"I'm in," Eddie jumps to say, "whatever you want, whatever your dreams, they'll be mine, too."

Fuck, Eddie's not making this easy, is he? Steve wishes he could believe him. Steve wants to believe him. "I want to buy a house in a small town, or on the outskirt of a bigger city. With a yard, for a puppy."

Eddie is nodding quickly because these demands are easy to agree to. It's the last bit that Steve's not sure Eddie wants.

"The house has to be at least four bedrooms. Because I want to be a dad. I want kids."

Eddie doesn't nod to that, which Steve was expecting. He shouldn't be disappointed and yet.

"I never... I've never thought I'd be a dad," Eddie says slowly.

"I've always wanted to be one."

Eddie makes the first move, stepping around the coffee table that separates them, to get close to Steve. "I know. Sweetheart, I know," he says, reaching out for Steve, and Steve lets him. Eddie reaches out with his left hand to grasp one of Steve's hands, and the other hand reaches up to Steve's face. Steve closes his eyes, accepting, and Eddie cups his cheek so tenderly it forces a hiccupped sob from Steve, and Eddie swipes away the tear that fell when he closed his eyes.

"I know you'll be an amazing dad. And if you're with me, I think I'll be an okay one."

Steve sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap open to look at Eddie. Both their eyes are wet. Steve searches his face, looking for what, he doesn't even know. A sign that Eddie means what he says, probably, but it's not something Steve will be able to find just from looking.

It's only something Steve can fully accept and believe by Eddie proving it.

"Please, Steve. I'll make every dream you have come true if you let me. I love you."

Steve swallows thickly before saying, "You can't flirt with other people, to try and make me jealous. It's fine if you flirt like you used to, harmless and playful, but not- You can't do that anymore. I won't- I can't watch that again."

"Why would I even want to, if I have you?"

What a fucking charmer. "I- Okay. Okay. We have... we have a lot more to talk about, but if you're serious-"

"As a demobat bite."

"And we'll- we'll have to take it slow. Because I can't- I can't just dive in because if we don't work, I can't-"

"As slow as you need," Eddie promises, and Steve doesn't think he's ever seen Eddie looks this serious.

"Okay. Let's try." Steve can't bring himself to say 'I love you' back, even though Eddie knows. For real, now. It's what got them into this situation but saying it now feels big. Too big, too fast, too much. There are more conversations to be had and things to plan for before Steve will feel like he can say it again.

Steve expects Eddie to kiss him, but he doesn't. Eddie pulls him into a tight hug, clinging to Steve like letting go will kill him.

Steve holds back just as tight.

-

This is where I'll end it! A hopeful ending for the boys <3

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[yuvany]

BE MINE...PLEASE

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 confessing their love because you don't realise that they love you.

OT7 ENHYPEN x female reader . . . CONTENT/ WARNING(S) : fluff + friends to lvrs + kissing in a few + little long + not proofread . . WORD COUNT : 1168. CHECK BOX !!

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"I've always loved you, Y/n!" He says, his voice sounding desperate like he's been holding it in for so long. You try to reply, but he interrupts, "I don't know how I should tell you this, but I've been asking your friends for help and I've done what they said, but it still doesn't work." You place a palm on his shoulder to calm him down. "Heeseung, I see you as a close friend, and I never really wanted to make it awkward." Heeseung approaches you, his eyes meeting yours again. "So, do you like me too?" He asks, his tone seeking for your assurance with eyes seeming more desperate than his words. You hum, and see how his eyebrows loosen upon hearing your answer. "I in fact do." You say, trailing your fingers up the contours of his face, locking eyes with him and leaning in for a kiss.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

It was valentines day, and Jay had planned every detail on a microscopic level for it to be perfect. In the morning, he went and bought a bouquet of roses, then he picked up the teddy bear before he went to see you. His heart began to race, and in his mind, he thought he would get a heart attack. At the junction of the roads you see him sitting on a bench. "Jay? Who are these gifts for? Is it for Soha?" You ask, and he shakes his head. You throw in more guesses, but get it wrong. "Y/n." He interrupts. "These are for you" You are shook by this. "Wait, are you for real?" Jay nods his head, and hands you the bouquet first. "Yeah, I don't know how you didn't catch up on all of my hint up until now." He rants "Jay, I actually always liked you too, but I didn't wanna get ahead of myself here!" You smile, and you see his tense expression relax. "Really?" "Really."

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

You and him went to see a movie, a movie that Jake had chosen. Jake insisted that he carries the bowls of popcorn even though you offered to help. "What movie are we seeing?" You ask your friend after finding your seats. "It'll be a surprise." He says, his usual smile painting his face. After a couple of minutes into the movie, you figure out that it's a romance movie upon seeing the main characters kiss. "Didn't realise you could bring friends to watch a romance movie." You joke, and Jake chuckles a bit. "Now you know what movie to bring your future girlfriend to." Jake is silent, getting impatient now. "Will you be my 'future' girlfriend?" It takes a moment for you to realise what he said as you see him get closer. "Me?" His hand holds onto yours as he nods. "Of course." You say and close the distance between you two to peck his lips.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

While you and Sunghoon are walking together, he asks if you've gotten any love letters. "I have, but they're never from the right person." You sigh, and he nods along. "What do you mean?" You explain how the only love letters you get are from people you don't know and that it's all so vague, and also how you wish people gave you hints that they liked you if they were to send you a letter. As Sunghoon listens closely to your rant, he realised that he has been hinting his love for you, but yet you don't realise. "Y/n, I have something to confess." He says, and you nod your head. "I've wanted to say this for a while, but I thought you'd catch on all the hints I've dropped that I like you, but it hurts hearing you speak so casually about them. So here it is; I love you." You are stunned by this confession, and say, "I have noticed, but I always thought they were on accident. It lightens my heart that you love me, because I like you too."

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Isn't one to easily get worked up and frustrated, but when he sees you getting more distant and avoidant, he starts to state questions in his head. First, he goes over to ask your friends, but they say that they have no idea why that is. Had he done something? He spots you turning a corner and rushes over to you with quick strides. You see him, but it is too late to turn around and escape becuase you two already made eye contact. "Y/n!" He calls out. "Sunoo..." You drag out with a forced smile. "Have I done something? Why are you ignoring me?" He asks, leaving no room for greetings. "I'm not-" "Yes, you are!" He sighs, and you copy. "I heard you talking about a girl, and I guessedd it was her from class ( ), and I know she likes you too, so I didn't want to come in between you two." You see Sunoo giggle, his demeanor turning around. "You're so silly. That girl I was talking about is you!" You flush at how ridiculous your assumtion was.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

He takes you to a cafe, offering to buy you something warm in contrast to the weather. Jungwon guides you over to a table before he walks up to the register, asking for a latte, and requesting a heart design on it with your initial on it. He really hoped you'd get the hint, knowing that he'd explode if he didn't confess. When it arrives, you arch an eyebrow. "Did yoy add my initial?" you ask while inspecting the drink. Jungwon nods, and you shrug it off, not paying it any mind. "You know, this might be a hint..." He coos. "Like what?" "Maybe that I like you?" he says, dragging out each syllable. You look up at him confused, seeing his eyebrows knitted in worry. "I hope you don't that this the wrong way." Jungwon adds in a hurry. You playfully scoffs, "of course not."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

"I am better than him, I'm sure you know that." Riki announces, catching you off-guard by the sudden switch in tone. "What are you saying, Riki?" You look up at him confused from the couch. "Were you peeking at my phone?" You ask, conneccting the dots. "Yeah? But why are you trying to get together with someone else when I'm right here?" He asks, his words coming out like a cannon was fired. "Not quite sure by what you mean." You say, and Riki tilts his head as well as raising an eyebrow. "I see your phone still. Who even is he? He looks short." Riki points at you phone screen as he commenst nastily. "It's not even for me. My friend sent me this, but to answer your question, I'm certain you're better than him." It's quiet, and Riki hides his face in his hoodie after being embarrased. "No need to be shy now. I liked the bold Riki." You say.

TAGLIST : @dollyhoon @itjengirl @saeivra @orimuraa

[nineteenninety-six]

Since you opened it, well could you write Langdon and teenage daughter discovering he’s using, like maybe she’s just visiting him bringing lunch, angsty since you love that

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ You Know Me

Pairing: Frank Langdon x Daughter!Reader

AN: I'm not completely sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you enjoy either way! :)

TW: drug mentions. mentions of drug usage/abuse/addictions etc.

You hummed as you walked through the bustling waiting room of the emergency department, your fathers lunch held tightly in your hand. The receptionist buzzed you through without a problem, easily recognising you.

You waved at Perlah as you passed by the nurses charge station as you walked to the lockers. Your visit was only supposed to be brief, dropping off the lunch your father had left behind that morning before you left him to his very important work.

You spotted your father with Robby by his locker and you were just about to call out when you realised that they were having an intense conversation. It didn't look like the usual dispute they have regarding a parent, it was way more personal. You couldn't see your father's face but Robby looked almost betrayed as he spoke to him.

You quietly step closer and listen to their conversation. Your father was facing away from you and Robby was facing you but he was so engrossed in his conversation with your father, he hadn't noticed you. 

"Frank, have you been helping yourself to benzos from the ER?" Robby asked.

You blinked in shock at the accusation Robby was throwing your fathers way.

"Yeah, I've been stealing blood too." Your dad replies sarcastically at Robby's bizarre question.

"I asked you a question." Robbie was dead serious.

"Wait, are you serious? What are you doing?" Your dad ranted as Robby faintly nodded along, "Really? Santos? Whatever the hell she told you is bullshit."

Robby sighs, "I didn't mention Santos."

"You didn't have to. I told you, she is trouble."

You watched as your father became frustrated as the situation escalated, the two of them going back and forth.

"Have you ever taken a patient's medication?"

"This is insane. This is completely fսcking insane."

"I need you to open your locker."

"Yeah, right."

"Open your locker." 

"You're gonna regret…"

"Open your fսcking locker, or I will have security smash it open."

You flinch when Robby slams his fist against the locker, stifling the gasp that wanted to escape. You had never seen the doctor act like that before and you watch with wide eyes as your father reluctantly keys open his locker and Robby throws its  contents to the floor as he searches for the pills before stepping back successfully. 

Robby sighed as he turned around to face your dad with the bag of pills in his hand, "Is the imprint code on these pills gonna match Louie's Librium?"

At your fathers answering silence, Robby shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes watering with tears. 

"What the hell?" You slowly step towards them, still in shock at what you witnessed.

Your father and Robby turn to face you, caught off guard by your appearance. Your father looked at you with wide eyes, fear in them as he wondered how much you had overheard, while Robby looked incredibly sad as he realised what you had just witnessed.

"...Take your daughter and go home Frank" Robby suggested quietly.

"No, no, it's not like you think." Your dad began to desperately explain himself, turning towards you, "You remember, whenever I helped grandpa and grandma move, I was too cheap to pay for movers. I hurt my back."

You nod, remembering him having to spend a few days off work stuck at home on the couch with a bad back.

Your dad turned back to Robby, "I told you that. You teased me about it, remember? Well, our own Dr. Hagan prescribed me some pain meds and muscle relaxants. I was just weaning myself off. It was just for maintenance. I'm done. Robby, come on. You know me, Robby. You know me, man. I'm sorry. I fսckеd up. I just... I... I was trying to…"

Robby was once again close to tears, hands rubbing over his face in frustration. Frank stealing drugs from patients wouldn't just leave them down a doctor but it would warrant an investigation into a department, every single personnel would be investigated, people would be let go and Gloria will take the opportunity to finally sell off the department. This wasn't just about Frank.

"Trying to what? Steal pills without getting caught?"

"No, it's not like... you don't under-…"

"I don't fսcking understand?"

"It's not like you think! I'm not high. I'm not high. You've seen what I do, Robby. Could a drսg addict do what I do?"

You're rendered speechless, you desperately wanted to speak up and defend your father but Robby was so angry. As you watched the two of them you realised that Robby's anger is silent, it showed itself in the shakiness of his hand and the tears in his eyes but just like everyone, he had a limit and he was rapidly approaching it.

"Apparently." Robby picked up the discarded items he threw to the floor earlier and chucked them into Frank's arms, "And I just fսcking let him! You're done. Leave now, or I will have Ahmad escort you out."

"Robby, please." Your dad was begging for his mentor's understanding. 

"You are done." Robby scoffed, "Go Frank."

You see your dad open his mouth to speak up to fight for Robby's understanding but you knew that would end in another blow out argument so you inched closer and spoke up.

"Dad…le-let's go"

Your dad's head snapped over to you as if he had forgotten that you were there. Robby nodded along, he didn't want this to get any worse.

You make your way over to your dad, taking some of the items from his hands and into yours. Your grip was gentle as you grab your dad's arm and turn him around, guiding him towards the exit and just before you exit through the doors, you turn your head to look over at Robby who looks at you with a face full of guilt, sadness and disappointment.   

You don't say anything as you leave the hospital with your father, silently crossing the street to the park opposite the hospital. Even as you settle onto a bench, neither of you utter a word and as you breathe in the fresh air you realise how rapidly your heart was racing during the confrontation and was only just beginning to even out.

You didn't even know what to say, because what could you say about your current situation? Your dad not only had a drug problem but he was stealing from patients which would get him fired and probably get his medical license revoked which will create so many problems for their family that you currently did not want to think of.

You hear your dad take a deep breath as if he was preparing to speak but his breath was stuttered on the way out and the stuttering descended into weeping. You didn't look at him as he cried, your hands still clenched around the bag of your fathers lunch and his casual clothes. You didn't know what to say, what could you say to your father whose life is falling apart around him at this very moment but you couldn't just remain sitting there doing nothing.

You cleared your throat as you shifted in your seat and you passed him the brown paper bag of his lunch, highly doubting that he had anything more than a protein bar during his shift. After what had just gone down, a little food would probably make him feel a little better.

"You should eat."

Your dad takes the bag without question and inhales the sandwich in a few bites, following it quickly with the protein bar. You sort out the clothes as he eats, folding them away into his backpack along with his trainers.

"I'm sorry" Your father's words are quiet, ashamed not only at his actions but the fact you had witnessed go down.

"Does your back still hurt?" Despite everything, the thing you are most concerned about is his health.

"I don't know…I've taken so much that it numbs everything." Your dad admits, "B-but I'm not a drug addict y'know. I'm not an addict, I don't need them to survive, I'm not high, I'm fine!"

"Grandma and grandpa moved like nine months ago and there were lots of pills in the baggy" You remind him, "I don't hate you. I love you so much but you need help."

"I was scared, I am scared. As more time passed and I couldn't wean myself off, I got scared about looking for help. I dug myself deeper and deeper into a hole."

"Maybe Robby can help?" You suggest.

Your father scoffs, "Robby hates me, I betrayed him."

"I don't think he hates you," You counter, "He's upset, angry and yeah, betrayed but he doesn't hate you. You've worked together for years, he knows you and he knows you're a good man and a great doctor and that's why he's upset. He's upset because you didn't come to him for help."

"Shit," Your dad presses his hands to his face, "Look at me, I've fucked up so badly my daughter is giving me life advice."

"Is this you telling me not to pursue psychology?" You joke.

"Nah, you'd be good. You'll be a good doctor too, as long as you don't follow your dad's footsteps."

"We'll you're the best doctor I know. That plaster job you did on my knee when I was six? Ten out of ten, best treatment I've ever had." You joke again, wanting to distract your father for a moment.

"Yeah well you and your brother may be the only patients I'll ever treat again after today."

"Let's just go home." You say as you stand from the bench, "Give it a few days and once everything has calmed down you can message Robby, he'll no doubt give you much better advice than I have."

Your dad stands and pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he murmurs into your ear, "Thank you sweetie."

"Let's go home," He pulls away and takes his backpack away from you, swinging it onto his shoulder when his phone goes off. He pauses as he pulls his phone out of pocket, reading the alert when he freezes, his eyes going wide in shock.

"What's wrong, did Robby tell Gloria already?" You ask.

Your dad slowly shakes his head, "There was a shooting at Pittfest."

"And most people will come here" You say, remembering that the hospital was a MTC.

"I've got to go back to work."

You didn't know if that was the best idea considering how angry Robby was but on the other hand, Robby would never turn away good experienced hands like your fathers during a major incident. 

"You go straight home, okay? Text me once you get there, even if I won't see it straight away, I need to know okay?" Your father pulls you into another hug waiting until you nodded in response before he hurried off back to the hospital, jogging through the park.

"I love you!" You call out.

"Love you too kid!" Your dad replies before he disappears out of your view. 

[cutielando]

celebrations are in order | max verstappen

social media au

synopsis: in which you make the most of his third WDC

pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

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yourusername feels so good being back at the paddock tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 out of all the pictures you took of me...

yourusername i love these

maxverstappen1 of course you do

redbullracing Glad to have you back, Y/N!

francisca.cgomes MY WIFE BACK IN THE PADDOCK ❤️❤️

yourusername i missed you sooooooo much !!! ❤️❤️

lilymhe GIRL LUNCH !!!!!!

user1 THE PEOPLE'S WAG IS BACK IN THE PADDOCK

user2 all is well when Y/N is in the garage😩😩

alex_albon max will finally be in a good mood

maxverstappen1 i can read these, you know

yourusername that's why i'm here. we're all tired of moody max😔

maxverstappen1 I CAN READ THESE

user3 our good luck charm has arrived ❤️❤️

user4 like he needs a good luck charm to dominate the entire grid🥲

landonorris what took you so long?

yourusername some people have a life, you know?

landonorris not when you're involved in f1 they don't

yourusername you're lucky i like you, otherwise you would have received a rant 😠

maxverstappen1 i've received one. trust me mate, you don't want to be on the receiving end

yourbff still sad you didn't take me with you 😔

yourusername you are literally on the other side of the globe⁉️

yourbff i don't see your point

yourusername maxverstappen1 help me out here

maxverstappen1 i'm not getting between you two again

user5 Y/N, do you think Max will win the championship after this race?

yourusername i am keeping my fingers crossed, he has had an incredible season and i think he's going to do everything in his power to end it on a high🫶🏻

user4 so well said

user6 Y/N being there for his Championship title win >>>>

user7 i want a relationship like theirs:(((((

user8 if they ever break up, i'm going to stop believing in love😭

charles_leclerc it's nice to have you back, y/n. haven't seen you in a while

yourusername it feels so good to be back. life has been kicking my ass but I'M BACK BITCHES

carlossainz55 FORZA FERRARI

yourusername wow, too much dude...

charles_leclerc ...

maxverstappen1 ...

carlossainz55 ...sorry...

victoriaverstappen i've missed you so much!!!! so glad to have you back, the boys are excited to see auntie Y/N!!❤️❤️❤️

yourusername i can't wait to see my favorite little munchkins ❤️❤️❤️

maxverstappen1 what about me?

yourusername i’m sorry, babe. you can’t compete with lio and luka for this one

victoriaverstappen you could never compete with them

maxverstappen1 wow, betrayed by my own blood..

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maxverstappen1 I cannot thank everyone enough. Being on this journey, achieving what we have achieved together this season has been incredible. A massive thank you to the team and for everything they do for us, a shoutout to my family for always supporting me and a special thanks to my Y/N. I couldn't have done any of this without you, I love you.❤️ tagged: redbullracing and yourusername

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yourusername watching you race and do what you love is my favorite thing. i'm proud of you beyond words and i can't wait to see what you do in the future. i love you so much❤️🫶🏻

maxverstappen1 thank you for being you🩵

redbullracing You are one of a kind, Max. Seeing you go down in history books right before our eyes is the biggest privilege. Let's finish the season on a high together and look forward to next year!💙 liked by maxverstappen1 and yourusername

landonorris well done, mate. the y/n effect was obvious

maxverstappen1 thanks mate

yourusername you're just jealous i didn't cheer you on as loudly

landonorris i'm deeply hurt, actually

maxverstappen1 dude, get your own cheerleader and stop trying to steal mine

yourusername boys, don’t worry, you know i support everyone almost equally

landonorris almost?

yourusername i’ll always be a redbull girlie at heart

schecoperez let's go!!! liked by maxverstappen1

user1 he did it for Y/N i'm sobbing😭😭😭

user2 UNSTOPPABLE MAX STRIKES ONCE AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻👏👏👏👏🩵

user3 the tribute to Y/N had me in tears >>>>>>>>>>>

user4 they are such a power couple😩😩😩💙

user5 the season was boring, max is taking all the fun out of the sport by winning all the damn time💀

yourusername he deserves every single win that he gets, he's good. if you believe the sport is boring, don't watch it. stop hating on drivers just because they are successful, you have no idea what it's like to be in their shoes

user2 PERIOD👏👏👏

user1 QUEEN ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS👸🫶🏻

user3 YOU TELL THEM Y/N

victoriaverstappen we're so proud of you, Max. you're truly one of a kind🩵

maxverstappen1 i love you guys❤️

yourusername you guys are making me cry😭😭

maxverstappen1 baby, you literally just stopped crying a minute ago

yourusername I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY⁉️⁉️

alex_albon max once again making all of us look bad

maxverstappen1 i’m sorry man

yourusername you don’t need his help for that

alex_albon ouch

user9 BABABAHAHQHQHQHQ Y/N WAS SUCH A SAVAGE FOR THIS HAHAHAHA

georgerussell63 party tonight?

maxverstappen1 you know it

yourusername brave yourselves

christianhorner always a pleasure watching you work your magic, Max 👏

maxverstappen1 thank you, christian. your support means very much to me

yourusername awww, you’re like father and son🥹🥹

christianhorner we might as well just adopt him

gerihalliwellhorner 2 kids isn’t enough for you?

christianhorner no

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yourusername words cannot begin to describe the pride i feel when i look at this man. Max, the things you have achieved have completely made me fall in love with you all over again. your dedication, your talent and your craft are a delight to experience and i can't be more grateful to be the one you share life with. i'm looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for you, and know that i'll be with you every single step of the way. i love you, my world champion❤️ tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 forever grateful that you exist in my life❤️i don’t know what i did to deserve you

yourusername you’re gonna make me cry again😭❤️

maxverstappen1 please don’t

yourusername too late

francisca.cgomes i have never seen you cry so much, it made me cry with you 😭😭😭❤️

yourusername i love you ❤️❤️😭😭

pierregasly what..?

maxverstappen1 don’t even ask

yourusername YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND 😭

francisca.cgomes DON’T JUDGE US 😭😭😭😭

yoursister the entire family is sending Max the biggest congratulations !!! we can’t wait to see both of you to celebrate properly ❤️❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️we miss you guys

maxverstappen1 thank you very much !!! looking forward to celebrating with the in-laws ❤️

landonorris when did you become the simp in the relationship?

yourusername don’t you have better things to do?

landonorris not really

maxverstappen1 you should get a hobby

landonorris annoying your girlfriend is my favorite hobby🤭🤭

oscarpiastri do i have to come to the party? 🫣

yourusername yes

maxverstappen1 only if you want to, we’re getting shitfaced either way

oscarpiastri so i can not come? 🥹

yourusername you’re coming, end of story.

user1 Y/N dragging Oscar to Max’s party is the most Y/N thing ever 😂😂

user2 poor Oscar must be regretting his life choices right about now 💀

oscarpiastri i am (please send help)

user1 BABAHQHQH OSCAH😭😭

user3 you can tell how much she loves him 😭❤️❤️

user4 i’m 100% positive Max couldn’t have achieved all of this without Y/N

user5 why? she didn’t do anything to help him at all

user4 it’s not all about performance on the track, a lot of factors go into it. she’s been supporting him for a very long time and that means a lot for someone with a lifestyle like his

user3 exactly, every driver needs someone to help them disconnect from the chaos that follows them all year round during the season

alex_albon you’re such a simp

georgerussell63 simp

charles_leclerc simp

landonorris simp

oacarpiastri simp

maxfewtrell simp

yourusername MAX????

maxverstappen1 …

yourbff your boyfriend is a beast

yourusername i know 🤭 that he is, in more ways than one

maxverstappen1 you know it 😏😋

yourbff HORNY ASSES

lilymhe can’t wait to get drunk and celebrate tonight!!

yourusername you and me both girl 😅

maxverstappen1 me three

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maxverstappen1 safe to say i remember nothing from last night tagged: yourusername and 9 others

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yourusername it might be for the best

maxverstappen1 was i that bad?

yourusername no... 🤐

landonorris damn right you don't

maxverstappen1 what is that supposed to mean?

landonorris you downed a whole bottle of tequila in less than half an hour. by yourself.

yourusername while taking sips from my drink as well

maxverstappen1 i was thirsty, ok?

oscarpiastri i am never drinking with you again😩

maxverstappen1 what did i do?

yourusername you wanted to undress him in front of the whole club and have him play limbo with you naked

oscarpiastri you didn't have to give the details...

maxverstappen1 i would've loved to see it either way

yourusername MAX!! LEAVE OSCAR ALONE

maxverstappen1 fine...😔

oscarpiastri thank you Y/N😅

georgerussell63 my liver hates you right now

maxverstappen1 don't blame me, it's not like i poured alcohol down your throat

yourusername you did

maxverstappen1 oh..

user1 these comments are just confirming what a party animal Max is and i'm here for it 🤣🤣

user2 y/n sounds so done hahahah😭😭

alex_albon i have no words left

maxverstappen1 i'm sorry for whatever i have done to you

alex_albon we vowed never to speak of it

yourusername this discussion is over

redbullracing sigh... giving us a run for our money, aren't you? 😆

maxverstappen1 i like keeping you guys entertained

redbullracing very kind of you. don't do it again 😐

user3 did y/n not drink?

yourusername i did, but i was relatively sober so i could keep an eye on everyone haha

yourusername i love you <3 even when you're drunk and unhinged

maxverstappen1 i love you too, thank you for taking care of me ❤️

user4 y/n taking care of max >>>>>>>>

user5 i love them. 😭😭😭❤️

charles_leclerc great singing on your part

yourusername i thought we agreed we weren't gonna mention the singing...

maxverstappen1 I SANG????????????

charles_leclerc oh yes, very loudly so

maxverstappen1 yourusername never let me drink again

yourusername i couldn't stop you if i wanted to

maxverstappen1 damn.. wild night, hehe

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[intimidaid]

hi just discovered a shifting superpower and it's called "going into the void state visualising what happened BEFORE you shift into the dr"

for example i always shift to when i wake up in my dr, so i was in the void state, imagining what happened while i was falling asleep

TELL ME WHY i literally got VIOLENT FLASHBACKS, LIKE ACTUAL MEMORIES, OF WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DR BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP

.

and it felt so much like i was already in my dr, like i was my dr self thinking about a memory, and i could see everything and EVERYTHING AND—

and then i got pulled out of it because i REALISED i felt like i was in my DR, and it kinda felt like that one transition where everything zooms out and then everything is just. black.

but MY EYES DIDN'T OPEN, EVERYTHING WAS LITERALLY JUST BLACK. i've been in the void state but THIS WAS DIFFERENT. it wasn't just a meditative state, it felt like i was for real in a completely black space, no up or down, nothing tangible around me

and then i got pulled back into the CR.

i will now be assuming that i'm a prophet and i only didn't manage to shift this time so that i could share the method with the masses and then shift the next time

what am i calling it?

THE RECAP METHOD

how do you use the method?

pick any number to count to. the number isn't what matters, what matters is your intention; "i will enter the void state once i count to this number." if you get distracted/reminded of the CR while counting, start over.

you're in the void state. don't think about it too hard, don't go "wow i can't feel anything," because then you'll likely start to feel again, which will ground you back in reality and out of the void state.

while in the void state, pick a scenario for how you got to the point you'll shift to. play it out in your mind, visualise it; did you drink hot cocoa in the kitchen before coming back to your room for the night? was it tasty? did you talk to anyone? how were you feeling emotionally? did you fall asleep immediately? did you toss and turn? are you in bed alone, or with someone else, or with a pet? or maybe you're not in your own bedroom at all — you're with your S/O after a freaky (or not) night, or you're in the hospital after a car accident. it doesn't matter where you are, just make sure you know how you got there. you're not imagining, it already happened, it is done; you're REMEMBERING.

things might start feeling really real around here. that's fine. focus on the present; you're already in your DR, it's no big deal, you already shifted. right? right.

anyway, once you get to the target point, focus on that. affirm where, when, and with who you are, how you're feeling emotionally, etc. (for me, i affirm that i'm asleep in x place in my dr, so i'll wake up naturally when the shift is done). get in the mind of your DR self, and know, in your heart, that there is no difference between your DR and CR self, because you're already in your DR right now.

it's just normal shifting from here. ground yourself in your DR. rant to your subconscious about what you have planned for the day, how you feel about the people in your life, if you're excited for the outfit you preplanned today, if you hope it'll be a sunny day or maybe a rainy one. hell, use the 54321 method for panic attacks and tell yourself what you're seeing/feeling instead of checking if you're in your DR/checking the 3D for validation. just be your DR self, and your DR will appear around you. congratulations, you've shifted.

(a/n): this is based heavily off my two best shifts, as well as @sheeezu's method. if you ask me, the key to shifting is literally just being your DR self (which @stilljuststardust explained better in their post). that's why this method (remembering) worked so well for me, that's why my last shift happened while i was thinking about my childhood in my DR, and that's why many people tell you to imagine being your DR self/getting in your DR self's mind so you can shift. someone once said your 4D/consciousness shifts first and the 3D/surroundings/senses follows after, and i think that's the best way to put it. of course, what works for me might not work for everyone, this is just based on my personal experience. other posts that might help are this shifting exercise and hrrtshape's anti method

[wandaslullaby]

Power Run || Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: the turn of events ignites something inside you.

part 2 of test track

warnings: lactation kink

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There was no doubt that you were a vivid dreamer but, the events that happened last night surely wasn't real. It couldn't be, there was no way you would infantilize yourself for Wanda. You weren't exactly attracted to women, but something came undone when Wanda outed you for essentially being a creep. It wasn't intentional, you were a sucker for tits and prying on Wanda isn't something that's illegal, it just felt like the universe wanted you there to see them.

For a long time you weren't a heavy sleep but how fortunate is it that after Wanda used her nurturing skills, something you always wanted from your own mother, you were breathing heavily and woke up freely without no disturbances.

"Y/N? You still asleep?" Tommy crept in, cup of hot chocolate with fresh cream and marshmallows in his hands.

You turned towards the voice, shaking your head as you watched Tommy come towards you. "Hot coco? I haven't had this since I was a kid."

Tommy frowned, he knew about your shitty homelife but never wanted to bring it up without you talking about it first.

"Mum usually makes this for us when we finally understand what we did was wrong. Bit strange since you haven't done anything." Tommy took a breath, "You didn't do anything wrong, right Y/N?"

The instant regret found you. You quickly shaked your head, taking the hot chocolate from him. "I haven't, has Wanda said anything?"

"Nope. She's been extra weird today though. Something must of lifted her spirts because before you came over, she was ranting to her best friend, Agatha about my dad."

You took a sip, moaning at the taste of the drink. "This is so good, how have I never had one?"

"Like I said, it only comes when you learn a lesson."

You stayed silent, taking small sips as Tommy started to tell you all the details of the party. As Tommy kept going on about Flash and how they made out in the garden, you couldn't stop thinking about last night. It felt like every time you fidgeted, you felt your panties getting wetter at the sight of how Wanda was with you. You weren't quite sure why you kept replaying the moments when you knew that it wasn't right.

"So now, I'm getting ready for a date with Flash. He is going to pick me up soon and going to head to the arcade."

"Is this my queue to leave then?"

"Definitely not." Tommy said. "Actually, I was thinking if you could help my mum out today? She really needs some help with house stuff and I kinda told her that you were good at that stuff..."

You signed, "I have to get back home, Tommo. Mum's probably going to go ma-"

"I just got off the phone with her, sweets. She is more than happy for you to be here helping a fellow neighbour out. Apparently, I've heard that you haven't done any chores for your neighbours in a while which is very disappointing." Wanda said, walking into the spare bedroom.

Tommy looked over at you, "Maybe that's why you got hot chocolate today?"

Wanda gazed at you, grinning at the sight of how dumbfounded you became. "I think Y/N knows exactly what she has done, baby. Isn't that right?"

You coughed, nodding trying to not look at Tommy's confused face. "I would be happy to help you. May i have a shower first?"

And that was Tommy queue to get ready. You both watched Tommy walk away, vanishing into the hallway. Now it was just you and Wanda, and for some reason you weren't exactly sure how to behave around her.

"I think you ought to have a bath, baby. We don't want to have another sticky situation, do we?"

"No, we don't" You breathed, and watched as Wanda held her hand out for you to hold.

"Hold my hand tight. Those little bambi legs can go so far." Wanda giggled, as you obediently held her hand and followed her. You thought Wanda would leave you for some peace but here she was, lifting you up to sit on the sink as she started to peel your clothes off.

Something about this felt invasive, but somehow you felt your head slump into her chest. Wanda didn't even bat an eyelid and carefully aided you until you were naked. She slowly unzips her t-shirt, something that nursing mother's would wear and pushed it to the side. "How rude of me, you haven't had any breakfast have you? You were waiting for Mommy weren't you?"

You didn't even respond and didn't fight when Wanda slowly lifted your head towards the direction of her tit. Wanda was about to explain her action but she hissed as you latched tightly onto her nipple, sucking aggressively. She tried to get you off but you only whined and carried on sucking.

"Slowly, baby. You are going to get a tummy ache." Wanda cooed as she watched from the mirror how well you were arched. She knew that you weren't stopping anytime soon, so she carefully took her phone out, and started to record you. The soft moans and whimpers coming from you was a sign that you were almost finished. She stopped the recording, placing her phone back into her pocket and stroked your crimson cheeks.

"You are going to drink me dry, baby." Wanda whispered into your ear but you didn't care, you were so drunk on her milk that you didn't want to stop. Wanda laughed not expecting you to be so open to this but as much as she wanted to watch the sight of you latching onto her tits, you needed a bath.

Your movements came to an end and Wanda slowly lifted your head, admiring the drunken state of you. She grinned, wiping the excess of her milk with her finger before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Did you like that?" Wanda whispered, stroking your hair.

"Mhm" you responded and detached yourself from her. Wanda waited until you were ready to get into the bath for the confusing to enter.

"W-What just happened?" You said, "Why does my tummy hurt and feel so full?"

Wanda breathed, she was totally excepting you to lash out. "You had too much milk, baby. You almost drank me dry."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Drank you? How could I-" That's when you realised what you had done. You were levelled to her tits, looking directly at the swollen nipple on her right tit. Tears swam in your eyes as you huddled yourself, "I did that? I'm so sorry Wanda, I don't know why I did that?" You cried, "What's happening to me?"

Wanda heart sank, she knew that you were troubled but watching you fuss burned something inside her. "Nothing is happening to you, sweetheart, you just got a little carried away."

"Carried away? I sucked your tit, Wanda. That's what babies do!" You said, "I don't know why I'm turning into a needy little girl. I've always been independent and now i feel like I need your touch, 24/7."

Wanda wrapped you into her frame, gently calming you down. "It's okay to have these feelings, sweetie. I think you just feel a little neglected from home and watching how i take care of my boys, i can't imagine how jealous you would be."

"They don't behave like that, like me. I've never seen them be nurturing towards you. Why am I?"

"You're a girl. A sweet, naivee and stupid girl that just needed some female attention." Wanda laughed, almost turning it around to make you feel more embarrassed than you were.

You signed, not really understanding. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Wanda only agreed, but she knew that her remedies were taking effect quicker than she excepted. She knew once she poured a special something in your hot chocolate that something inside you that you tried to hide would come to the surface, and now that it has, Wanda needed a chat with Agatha, the town's secret witch.

[lila-went-missing]

Hiii, saw you wanted some requests for Sevika and I've had this idea bubbling up for a while. Imagine Vika with a reader that's normally experienced, yk has fucked one or two people before and it's not a sex god, and they're growing insecure about sevika never starting intimacy even after months of dating, so they think it's because they're not as good as the girl's she's been with before. Idk just thought that'd be good

I'm kind of obsessed with this, ngl. This isn't the first smut that I've written but it is the first smut that I've posted on here so feedback is always appreciated. Y'all will never guess... it's not proofread. Again. Enjoy my lovelies! X

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mild angst but nothing too horrible, mentions of body image issues but readers body type isn't specified or described.

Fem reader, of course, with female genitalia.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. She probably just wanted to take things slow with you. You weren't as experienced as her so she probably wanted to take her time.

That made sense for a while.

But now, after eight months together, you haven't had sex once. More importantly, she hasn't initiated it.

Realistically, you know that it's fine. There's plenty of reasons as to why nothing has happened so far. But that voice in the back of your head is doing a fantastic job of convincing you otherwise.

Sevika was kind of a sex symbol before you two got together.

She'd been with countless women, she was a regular at Babbettes. Her name was uttered on the streets like a sacred prayer.

You, on the other hand, have only been with two people: your ex, and a drunken one night stand that was less than satisfactory. So you did have sexual experience, but not nearly as much as her.

Honestly, it's starting to worry you.

Did she not like you? Was she not physically attracted to you? Was there something wrong with your body? Were you not showing enough skin?

Thoughts plagued your mind night and day. You were stuck in constant turmoil. It was impossible to stop your own brain once it got going.

It was taking everything in you to focus on the stove and not burn dinner.

You flinch at the sound of the door closing. Heavy footsteps sound through the house, approaching the kitchen.

Sevikas thick arms wrap around your midsection, her face making home in the side of your neck. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. The only sounds come from the meat sizzling in your pan. Moments like this make it easier to not think about the painful lack of aw sex life between you two.

Her lips purse, pressing small kisses against your skin. She hums against your neck.

"What are you cooking doll?" Her voice is muffled against your flesh but you understand her all the same.

"Spaghetti." You feel her smile.

"My favorite.." She mumbles. You hum a small "Mhm" before focusing back on the seasoned beef and water you're waiting for to boil. Her arms tighten ever so slightly, one hand slipping under your shirt. Her thumb caresses your bare skin.

It should be sweet but it really just drives the nail into the coffin for you.

Your voice comes out before you can stop it.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth.

"I- woah, what? Doll what do you mean?" She honestly sounds baffled.

"Forget I said anything, please. It doesn't matter."

Her hands gently grab your shoulders, turning you around.

"No way. What are you talking about?"

You shake your head. "It's stupid.."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you." She reassures you.

"It's just, we've been together for eight months, and we practically live together. But we haven't done anything. I know you don't have an issue having sex because half the undercity talks about how good you are and I just don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not appealing to yo-" Your rant is cut off by her lips. Her hands are holding you like glass, one on your cheek, one curled around your hip.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Her voice comes out as a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I made you feel like there was. I just knew that you don't have as much experience as I do. I didn't want you to feel rushed, or forced."

"Rushed? No, you could never.. I thought you just didn't want me that way." She immediately shakes her head. She kisses you again, more urgently this time.

Her hands grab anywhere they can, pulling you in. They're on your hips, waist, groping your ass.

"I do want you." Then they're picking you up and lifting you on the counter. "Let me show you how much I want you?" All you can do is nod as her lips trail down your neck. Her touch dances over your body, removing your top.

Her mouth follows soon after, sucking dark bruises into the skin on your neck and chest. She takes a nipple in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. A low whimper leaves your mouth at the new, but not unpleasant, sensation.

Her right hand copies her tongue's motions on the other, pinching and pulling. Your body trembles against the counter with need.

She moves away from your breasts, kissing and licking down your stomach to your navel. Her hands unbutton your pants. She looks up at you as she lowers herself to her knees, silently asking for permission. You nod your head. You don't trust your voice. Your pants are off in seconds and thrown somewhere in the kitchen that you'll worry about later.

Her hand splays across your stomach and gently pushes you to lay against the tile. It's cold against your bare and burning skin, your back arching off of it but she keeps your hips pinned down.

You gasp as her teeth nip at the skin of your thigh. A breathy laugh leaves her.

"Shut up.." You mutter.

"Didn't say anything."

Your eyes roll in fake annoyance but you don't get the chance to reply as the cold air hits your bare cunt. Her thumbs pull your lips apart, admiring the sight before her.

"Fuck doll, you're so wet. All of this for me?" Her voice is husky between your legs and it stirs something delicious in your belly.

"Yes, all for you Sev.." She chuckles. Her teeth take the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs. She kisses your hips and navel, sucking hickies and marking you as hers.

"Please, Vika. Need you.." You whine. You can't bring yourself to care about how desperate you sound. You're sure that you look even more so from her position.

It seems, though, that your prayers have been answered because as soon as the words leave your mouth hers is back on you. This time it's between your legs.

She licks a long stripe up your pussy before stopping to suck your clit into her mouth. A loud moan reverberates from your chest as you lean your head back into the counter. Her tongue kitten licks at the bud before suckling on it like shes trying to nurse herself.

You've had people eat you out before but never this well. You don't think it could get better than this.

She moves down, opting to fuck you with her tongue instead. You definitely understand the appeal now. You've given yourself plenty of orgasms but this is the fastest one has risen before.

She feels it in the way you clench around her tongue and moves back to your clit. Her fingers fill up the now empty space, fucking into you in a gently but rough way only she could manage.

She's eating you like a woman starved and with the lack of sex the two of you have had she may as well be. If you didn't know better you might think this is her last meal.

Gasps and whimpers leave your mouth in a desperate way you can't stop.

"Fuck Sev.. ngh~ m'gonna cum, please.."

She smirks against you once more, speeding up her ministrations.

"Come on my tongue baby, make a mess on me." Her voice is muffled against you cunt, vibrations travel through your clit with her words.

You last maybe thirty seconds longer, hand tangled in her hair, before releasing over her tongue.

She laps you up, milking you for all that you're worth. She's never tasted anything more delicious. Her mouth doesn't let up until your whimpering from the overstimulation and pushing her head away.

She looks you in the eye as she sucks her fingers clean before kissing back up your body. Her lips lock onto yours and you can still taste yourself on her tongue. It makes your head spin in a way you've never felt before.

When you come back to earth, her hand is running through your hair.

"I'm sorry I made you believe that I didn't want to do that." She mumbles. "But now I may need it to be a daily thing." You giggle at her words.

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind honestly." She helps you sit up, a large hand cupping your cheek. "You didn't get to cum.." You whisper as you lean in closer.

"Don't worry about me, I'll get my fill later." The look on her face tells you that this isn't over. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. You just worry about dinner okay?" She slips your panties back on along with your shirt.

You nod, sliding off the counter. You wince at the mess you made but she's already wiping it up. Her lips meet your temple as she mutters a low, "I love you."

"I love you more." She shakes her head, chuckling before walking back to her room. You feel much better now, and you really can't wait for what she meant by "later".

[the0p]

jealous much? (request)

bf!soobin, mlm smut, sloppy make out, blow job, hair pulling, implied bottom soobin, wooyoung from ateez mentioned, slight alcohol mention and an annoying party

it was a quiet Friday night as me and soobin sat on the sofa entangled in each others arms, watching an anime he's been begging for me to see and who was I to turn down his offer.

he layed on top of me, his arms wrapped comforting around me as I played with his soft hair twirling the strands between my fingers as the last episode ended on a cliffhanger.

as the screen went dark, the guy started complaining, going on a rant about everything. I listened, trying my best to understand a thing he was saying even tho I didn't remember the main character name after 12 episodes.

his rant was cut short by a call from my phone. I groaned and reluctantly picked it up, seeing it was wooyoung. I answered and put it on speaker.

"hey y/nnnnnn" wooyoung started with the usual dragged out hi

"Hey woo. what's up?" I asked, sitting up a bit, causing soobin to let go and sit normally.

"I have a party I'm throwing because, well, i don't know. I want to. you down?"

I glanced at soobin before giving an answer straight away, wanting to know if he'd be okay coming with or no.

it was obvious he was a bit reluctant, and in a way, so was I, but it was hard to say no to wooyoung.

"Look, you don't gotta come. if you do cool, if not, that's fine too. the party starts at 10pm. bye!"

and with that, the line went quiet.

"do you wanna go...?" soobin asked, looking at me, knowing my answer would be yes thanks to the fact wooyoung throws parties I can actually stand.

I sighed and nodded, crossing my arms over my chest "yeah I do wanna go, but we don't have to, you know."

"if you want to, then let's go."

I was surprised by how willing he was as usually I had to bribe him a bit with his favourite takeout or sitting through another anime with him, but I wasn't complaining.

we both got up soobin heading to the shower while I went to go get ready as I had washed up during the day.

choosing to stay somewhat casual. I went with a simple black compression shirt, baggy jeans, a shit tone of silver jewellery, and some comfortable shoes that went well with the outfit.

by the time I was practically done fixing the last pieces of my hair, soobin came in ready as well, his hair still slightly damp, obviously not dried for long enough.

his outfit wasn't anything special, just a simple white button-down with a tie and blue jeans, but shit... those simple looks always did something to me.

"you ready?" he asked, ruffling his hair a bit, coming behind me to check how he looked.

"Yeah, all ready"

and just like that, we were both out of the house going pretty much down the block to wooyoungs. me and wooyoung have been friends since high school, both of us being very different but somehow clicking, which led to me and soobin meeting thanks to his large freind group so we did have that to thank wooyoung for.

as we both approached his house, it was obvious it was a huge party. the music was loud, audible to the outside, some people even being outside. instead of knocking, we just went straight in the smell of sweat and alcohol strong.

this was gonna be one crazy night.

-----time skip----

few drinks into the night I've been hit on more times than I can count even with a 6 foot tall giant by my side clinging like a koala.

it was obvious that soobin was getting more pissed off as it kept happening.

"I'm gonna go get a refill. want anything?" I asked, looking at him trying to get his mind off of all that's happening.

"Yeah, actually surprise me tho" he said, handing me his cup as I nodded and gave him a small kiss before pushing myself through the crowd into the kitchen.

Once there, I looked around, checking what was there to offer before deciding on two different types of beers pouring one in my cup and the other in soobins before heading back to our little corner only to be met with a very pissed looking soobin.

"you okay?" I asked, handing the drink to him which he took but quickly put down taking mine as well and doing the same before grasping my wrist and dragging me fuck knows where.

I stumbled a bit but followed nonetheless very confused ending up in a bathroom which he quickly locked the door to.

"soobin, are you oka-" my words were cut off with his lips on mine, taking me by surprise. the kiss hungry, even a bit aggressive.

fighting for dominance in this situation was pointless as his tongue quickly pushed past my lips into my mouth, his hands roaming around my body wherever he pleased as mine rested on his shoulders a hand on the back of his head pulling him closer tugging on the locks a bit.

he pulled away slightly, his lips finding their way to my jaw, leaving kisses and marks.

I tilted my head back a big, allowing him access a few groans slipping in the process as he worked his magic.

tugging on his hair slightly wanting to get his attention as getting this sexual and worked up durring a party was a first. especially for him.

he finally pulled away and looked at me, his lips a bit swollen and red, his breathing heavy.

"What got you so worked up? you know we can't exactly have sex here, right?"

"All the people hitting on you y/n. it drives me crazy and I know we can't have sex but please... just give me something."

to the average person, soobin seemed like the type to be a top. all tall and good-looking, but he was one of the most pathetic and needy bottoms I've ever met.

"jealous much?" I said, determined to tease him a bit as I lowered a hand to his croch, palming him through his pants, the buldge very prominent.

he whimpered, his knees practically giving out right then and there as he leaned back against the wall for some support.

I quickly undid his pants, letting them drop before getting down on my knees and pulling his boxers down, freeing his throbing hard on.

taking his length in hand, stroking him a few times, drawing the prettiest moans from him, knowing no one could hear us over the loud music.

slowly I finally took his cock in my mouth moving my head up and down as his hand tangled in my hair pushing me lower down his shaft as he moaned.

"fuck yes just like that y/n I'm so close"

his words low his chest moving fast and legs shaking. there was something so excited about the possibility of anyone just seeing all this that made it just ten times more hottor to me, especially thanks to how careful we usually are.

with one last loud moan, he shot a loud down my throat, his hand gripping my hair tightly as I pulled away and swallowed it all before getting off the ground.

"seems like I have to make you jealous more often"

he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, some of the strands stuck to his forehead, his cheeks, a rosey shade as he pulled his clothes back on.

"it wasn't you who made me jealous. It's the people who hit on you"

"What can I say? You have a good looking boyfriend." I said teasingly

"oh, I know."

[crunchystarz]

Runs and trips and falls

(out of breath) may I please request hurt comfort with Idia (gender neutral reader) it doesn't matter what I'm a poor orphaned boy who must be fed

"only you"

Idia Shroud x GN!reader| oneshot

Summary- Idia seems to be avoiding you and you don't know why.

Cw- hurt/comfort, poor communication, Idia is bad with feelings, reader is yuu

Word count: 1622

A/N: we are so back chat, hope you enjoy!

School was taking a huge toll on you. At one point you were just a regular college student, until you were transported to a completely different world. By some “luck” you still had to do school work. However everything was slightly altered here.

Going to Night Naven College was like being a black sheep among a herd of white sheep. Everyone knew what they were doing. You on the other hand were still trying to catch-up. You had no magic and little knowledge of anything that this world had to offer.

On top of that you were living in a run down dorm with just enough money to survive. To say you were tired was an understatement. However there was one light in your life that kept you going.

Idia Shroud. He was socially anxious, shut in who with no doubt could be a little rude sometimes was your best friend. You'd often spend your time at Ignihyde. You'd listen to the guy rant about some game he was playing or other times you two would just sit in a comfortable silence.

You don't know why but being around Idia calmed your mind. If you could describe him he'd be like the eye of a hurricane. The one safe and peaceful point. He was an anchor to you; he grounded you in this unfamiliar place.

You couldn't explain truly he just made you feel…human.

So when he started to ignore you. It hurt…real bad. He'd not pick up or return your calls at first. Not out of the ordinary he sometimes did that. He'd not reply to your texts, even after you clearly saw that he received your message. It honestly made you anxious.

Maybe you were reading way too much into it. That was until you were at a meeting that for some reason required you to be involved.

You smiled when you saw the familiar blue flames of hair. When you went to go talk to him however he just walked away. It shattered your heart in a way you couldn't understand.

He was ignoring you. And it stung so fucking bad. Your safe place was…ignoring you.

Soon that became the only thing you could think about. What could you have done to upset him? Did your usual teasing actually get him mad or upset bim? Did he hate you? You didn't know and it was driving you crazy.

You couldn't find a reason for Idia to just flat out start avoiding you. Seriously, what could you have done? Over time he stopped reading your messages all together.

It felt like a knife straight through your heart. Eventually you just focused on school, letting the work consume you. While you had other friends, yes , they didn't have the same bond you and Idia shared.

You tried to ignore the aching in your heart. The way you'd feel so empty when he wasn't around. It was weird. Felt so odd to not have him talk to you about some new niche anime or have him rest in your lap while you watched him play a game.

Those were moments you cherished. And you'd replay those memories over and over trying to search for where you screwed up , for why he'd start to distance himself

—

You groaned, you didn't know what you were doing. Maybe it's just your sleep deprived brain that dragged you here. You should turn back. But just as you decided of course you were stopped by a hand gripping into your uniform.

“[Name] what a wonderful surprise!” A voice chirped.

Your eyes widened before you turned the other way. “ Hi Ortho, I was actually about to get going sorry” you spoke, patting his head.

“Oh but, it's been so long since I've seen you! I'm sure my brother feels the same way why don't you come In please “

“Ortho wait..” Ah who were you kidding you couldn't resist the way his eyes looked so sad. You let him pull you along even if your insides are screaming to go the other way. Yet that small part of you went along because you missed being there.

“w-what are you doing here?” Squeaked a familiar voice.Your heart basically stopped actually seeing Idia. Your mouth felt dry and your legs started to shake. You didn't know why.

You didn't even realize tears started to fall down your cheeks.

Idia’s golden eyes widened in panic as he saw the tears streaming down your face. He froze, his nervous fidgeting intensifying as his hands gripped the edges of his hoodie like a lifeline. His blue flames flickered.

“I'm sorry— I just” you hiccuped. Embarrassed, you tried to wipe away your tears but they just kept falling.

“W-why the heck are you crying?” he stammered, his voice rising slightly in pitch. His gaze darted everywhere. You couldn't help but cry harder at his words. He awkwardly moved closer to you.

You didn't clock the fact you yourself were moving closer before you latched yourself into his body in a hug. Burying your face into his chest while you continued to sob uncontrollably.

The weight of every stressful event that has happened up until this point finally got to you, just seeing Idia was the tipping point. You were so exhausted truly. You sniffled into his hoodie as he awkwardly wrapped an arm around you. As if you were a fragile piece of glass and if he handled you wrong you'd shatter.

You pulled away enough to look Idia in his eyes, his yellow ones looked concerned and conflicted. “Why- have” you paused for a moment. “Why have you been ignoring me…” your voice cracked and it almost came out like a broken whisper.

“I- uh I… “ The house warden started. His mouth opened and closed but words never left him. He ran a hand through his hair struggling to come up with the right words.

His frown deepened when you started to cry a bit harder, hesitant he went to reach out for you. You let him pull you close to him again.

“Look It's not…you. It's just I thought it would be better if I just…” he mumbled eyes farting everywhere but your form. Your grip on his hoodie tightened.

“Why would that be better, why would ignoring me be better;,do you know how much that hurt me?” You choked. Idia cringed and just sighed. Guilt flashing across his face.

“I know …I know. I hurt you and I'm really really sorry I just…” words seemed to be caught in his throat. He couldn't explain how he felt to you. It was so nerve-wracking and he'd only make things worse. He hurt you, but you deserved to know.

He mumbled something under his breath , something you couldn't make out.

“What was that?”

“I like like you okay, like I want you to be part of my party way, like if we were in a dating sim your hearts would be maxed out time of like— and I just thought I'd never stand a chance and that you deserve someone who isn't so…me, that it would be better if you just would forget about me” He stammered out, pink creeping into his pale cheeks.

You were stunned and for a moment you could just stare at him. He flinched and looked away at your gaze.

“It just thought it would be easier…” he muttered just above a whisper. His golden eyes finally met you when you started to laugh through your tears.

“Idia you idiot! Why would I care about that?” You giggled breathlessly, wiping away your tears and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Well you're just so amazing [Name]! I'm some shut in who can't properly socialize, I'd mess everything up if I -”

Idia’s brain short-circuited when you cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. His hair flashed pink as your soft lips met his blue ones. He didn't know how to react. He could have died right there.

“I like you too you dummy, and I wouldn't have it any other way so…please don't shut me out again “ You said looking him in the eyes, your voice getting quieter at the last few words.

The house warden brought a hand to his lips and nodded. A small smile tugged at your lips and you couldn't help the small laugh that left your throat at his flustered state.

“But…”

“No buts, I don't want any ‘better’ I want you Idia, nothing is going to change that” you spoke softly, hands picking up his own. He opened his mouth but immediately shut it, not trusting himself enough for the right words to leave his mouth.

“Okay…I-I'm sorry for being a coward…” he mumbled the apology. You just smiled and shook your head. Sighing you leaned into him more and rested your head on his chest again.

Slender arms wrapped around you tightly, Idia rested his head on yours as well. You two stayed silent just matching one anothers breathing taking in each other. You were where you belonged. Your safe place. Your anchor.

“I love you” you whispered, but you made sure he could hear. The blush across his face became redder, embarrassed he buried his face in your hair. After a moment he had enough courage to respond.

“I…love you too…could you…kiss me again “ he spoke meekly. You giggled and cupped his face in your hands before pulling him into another kiss. This onez more soft and meaningful. The house warden basically melted in your touch.

“You're so cute, you know that” You teased, pulling away never letting go of his face. His hands rested on yours as his eyes looked around too embarrassed to meet your face.

“You're going to kill me…

MASTERLIST

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Miraculous is, at least in theory, a show about the power of love and friendship. We know this because the writers have flat out said that it's supposed to be a rom-com and because the title song always reminds us that, "the power of love [is] always so strong." There are other indicators, too, but I'm not going to dive into them because I don't think that it's controversial to say that this is what Miraculous is trying to be. I've never seen anyone argue that it's NOT supposed to be about love and friendship.

One of the defining features of these shows is the concept that love conquers all. In your darkest hour when all hope seems lost, love will empower you to make it through to victory. Cheesy? Sure! But if you're not willing to eat some cheese, then don't watch content about love and friendship. It's like coming to a slasher movie and complaining about all the blood and gore. If you don't want that stuff, then why are you even here?

This scene from the movie Sailor Moon R: The Promise of the Rose remains the ultimate example of how this genre works:

She literally stops a meteorite from hitting Earth because love and friendship. It's great. I love it. Quality content. This is what I want when I watch love and friendship shows.

What I don't want is to see the male romantic lead look his girlfriend in the eyes and kill her. That is not the power of love. That is not love conquering all. That is love failing. If you let love fail, then you are either not writing a power of love show or you're telling us that this person isn't the female lead's true love. Prime example, this scene from Frozen:

I don't even like Frozen, but I will give it full credit for understanding the genre it was part of. Even though the movie doesn't use romantic love to save Anna, it still uses the trope of true love's power to effectively establish who the bad guy is. I also don't think anyone really doubts that romantic love could have saved Anna. It totally would have worked! Elsa just got their first.

Even a dark take on the power of love wouldn't do what Chat Blanc did because it wasn't about unhealthy love winning. Love did nothing in Chat Blanc and that's why I say that it spits in the face of the genres that Miraculous is playing with. If you want to tell a story where the power of love is a thing, then love needs to be powerful. It needs to be greater than anger, sorrow, and manipulation. It needs to let the hero fight through their darkest hour and emerge victorious!

In other words, the only way to make Chat Blanc work is to have Marinette NOT be there. To have Adrien fail because he didn't have love to save him. As soon as Marinette is there, you cannot let Adrien fail. Her love has to let him win! This is especially true since the scene happens post reveal, meaning that Ladynoir should be at their strongest! There are no secrets left! There's just love and their partnership. And it failed. They lost. Their love wasn't enough to let Adrien overcome his darkest hour, so what are we even doing here?

Same goes for Ephemeral. It doesn't matter if Adrien is a puppet with no free will, love should overwrite that. That's just how this genre works and is why I keep saying that Miraculous is no longer a rom-com in my eyes. It's a straight up tragedy where the story has gone out of its way to make the male lead kind of worthless. I don't agree with that choice, but they're pretty clearly sticking to it, so I don't expect things to get better anytime soon.

This thoughts still cooking, so it might not make sense, but I think Thomas (Tomas?) Astruc is a very good case study on how being too attached to your own ideas can hinder your story telling.

I don't mean this in a "Thomas's original idea for the series was bad", but rather that he seems so attached to this concept that he can't stand other people having a differing view from him.

Chloe's the titular example here. Some people thought she deserved a redemption arc, and instead of just saying "nah, I don't think so" and continuing to write her the same way he had been, he had to prove them wrong, prove that his idea was the only correct one, and so turned her into the spawn of Satan and let her rule over Paris for some reason.

Instead of making Marinette less stalker-y, he wrote an entire episode poorly justifying it. And, imao, somewhat diminishing what PTSD actually is and does to people.

I'm not saying he has to make any change (though I think making Marinette less stalker-y would be a good change), but instead of 1.) sticking to his resolve or 2.) taking the criticism, he clung dearly onto this perception of his characters and his writing suffered because of how much he had to twist things to "prove" that his original assertions were right. And also that everyone who disagreed with him was wrong and didn't understand

idk if that makes sense, but the concepts been lingering in my head recently

It makes perfect sense! I've had similar thoughts. It's hard to say for sure, but Miraculous may be a case study in "kill your darlings". I'm not deep into the behind-the-scenes lore and I was not here in the early fandom, but I do know that, at some point, a much darker version of the show was pitched. That's why these exist (image source):

[Image description: two sketches styled like comic book covers. Both have the title "The Mini Menace Ladybug". The left cover shows Marinette's silhouette in a doorway. The door's glass and the glass of a nearby window are broken. In the foreground lies a hand holding a ladybug charm. The hand is limp and surrounded by blood, implying that someone is injured or dead. The right cover is Ladybug doing a spinning kick while looking angry.]

We also have this evidence of the darker original concept:

Jeremy Zag then proposed another project... which he was unable to sell to broadcasters... the project was called "Ladybug". No one was interested, as the project was aimed more at an adult audience... Sébastien had to make sure that the project could be broadcast on Disney and TF1.... Thomas wanted to make a series for adults, but at the time, it was very complicated to make a cartoon for adults. What's more, they didn't have enough money to take on such a project. Sébastien finally agreed, but there were some changes to be made, which Thomas accepted... In the end, Thomas Astruc's entire project was discarded, leaving only the love story between the two heroes and the city of Paris, where the story was to take place.

I've been aware of this darker origin story for a while due to Tumblr and, because of this knowledge, I have often had the thought, "are the writers trying to sneak elements from this darker version into canon?" Because that's the most likely explanation for what's going on here.

If I'm right, then I think that was a terrible move on their parts. They needed to let go of the story that they couldn't sell and embrace the story that they're being allowed to tell. It's why "kill you darlings" is such good advice. Many good stories have been ruined by writers clinging to an idea that ultimately doesn't work for some reason.

It's why the sitcom How I Met Your Mother has such a universally hated ending. The show was originally supposed to go for two seasons and so they wrote an ending that would fit the second season. The show ended up running for nine seasons and, by then, the ending didn't fit, but the writers kept it and left everyone with a bad taste in their mouths, which is not what any writer wants. That's why you have to do what's best for the story even if it means abandoning something that you really love.

This early version of canon may also be why the writers are so obsessed with Marinette. My understanding is that this concept had her mainly acting as a solo hero and, oh look! What is one of canon's biggest problems? Marinette being treated like a solo hero even though she has a partner and, later on, a team!

Not saying that this theory has to be true, just saying that it would explain some things. And if they're poisoning canon by trying to include elements from their darker original? Then it makes sense to assume that they're also doing it for smaller stuff. Like I'm pretty sure I've read that the head writer wanted Chat Blanc to be a lot darker originally, but no one would green light it, so we got an incredibly lackluster episode that spat in the face of the genres Miraculous' is trying to be part of while also falling to have the sort of impact we'd expect from an episode like that. It's a good example of a darling that really should have been killed. It just doesn't fit.

(Totally unrelated sidenote, but is your blog name from Tangled? Because that's what I immediately thought of and it made me smile!)

[strangersteddierthings]

"What's wrong?" Robin asks, bumping her arm against his as she joins him leaning against the counter, staring out the front door of Family Video.

Steve doesn't bother to lie. Robin would know, she always does. "I'm not sure wrong is the right word, but it's, it's something."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah," he says, taking a quick glance around. It's just after 11pm on Saturday. They've got another hour of work before they can officially close, but Hawkins closes down at 9. The store is empty currently, and since they're facing the door, they'll know if someone comes in. "I just don't know- I don't-"

"Gather your words. Speak when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere," Robin says, and it speaks volumes that she didn't call him dingus. Steve's never upset by the nickname, not really, but sometimes, when the conversation is heavy, he can't deal with nicknames. Especially not ones that are meant teasingly now but started as an insult.

"I feel- I feel ungrateful and, like, selfish, because I'm... I'm not happy with Eddie," Steve says, then immediately frowns because that's not right. It's not wrong, either, but it's. "I'm not unhappy with Eddie. I love him. I love him so much, Robin."

"I know you do. It's disgusting."

"And I got into this relationship knowing what Eddie's like. I love him 'cause of those things, not in spite of-"

"You don't have to convince me you love him."

"Right. Right. It's just. It's like, I thought, I don't know, that I wouldn't have to always be the guy?" Steve says, and it's followed by such a long pause that he looks over. It startles a laugh out of him at how much Robin looks like him right now. Confused, brow furrowed and mouth slightly open. That's his perplexed expression, and it's mirrored on Robin's face now.

Well. Not now because he laughed so she's glaring at him.

"Sorry. It was like looking into a mirror for a moment there."

She wrinkles her nose at him and says, "What do you mean 'always be the guy'?"

He lets out a sigh. "I just mean- Eddie's the first guy I've ever dated. And there was, like, unwritten rules when dating girls. Don't give me that face, I already know the rant about straights and their het-ro-norman-whatever-"

"Heteronormativity."

"Yes, that. I know it's bad, working on unlearning it, etcetera, etcetera. Can I just get through this using the words I do have?"

"Yes. Sorry."

He waves off her apology and continues, "So, the unwritten but absolute rules of straight dating. The guy asks. The guy plans the date. He pays, if it's something that requires money. He gets the door, offers his jacket if it's cold, gives the flowers and chocolates on Valentines Day and- sorry. The guy does all that. I do all that. And I just. I want to not, not have to?"

Robin's eyes soften and she gives a sad smile. "Eddie doesn't do those things?"

Steve frowns. "Not- he's done some of those things but it's not... It's never been romantic. Never felt... intentionally romantic. Which is why I feel so ungrateful and selfish. 'Cause Eddie's not a romantic. Not like I am. And I shouldn't expect him to be!"

She frowns. "But you don't expect him to be."

"I mean, yeah. I don't. Which just makes this worse, right? Because Eddie tries. In his own way. And I'm still..."

"What does Eddie do to try?"

"He loans me jackets when I'm cold. And it's- it's like a throwback to the upside down. He'll fold it all nice and then throw it at me full force. Like with the battle vest," Steve smiles at the memory, despite his sour mood.

"That doesn't sound very romantic. That sounds like an inside joke. He could do that same thing while not dating you and it wouldn't be weird."

"Can't an inside joke be romantic?"

Robin nods as she turns, back to the counter so she can hop up on it. "Can be. And I guess if you find get pelted in the face by jackets romantic, that's your kink."

"Why do I talk to you?" Steve groans, and Robin shrugs. "Anyway, I guess I just... I want to be the one taken care of, sometimes, but not just when- God, I'm so selfish, aren't I?" He paces away from the counter, running a hand through his hair.

Eddie's a good boyfriend. He listens when Steve rambles about sports and stats, asking questions and actually engages in conversation. He takes care of Steve when a migraine leaves him all but useless; gets him his meds and water and combs his fingers through Steve's hair softly until it lulls Steve to sleep. Eddie pays attention enough to know the little things about Steve that he doesn't say out loud.

"Not just when?" Robin prompts, and Steve realizes he quit talking.

"Not just when I'm hurt. I want doors held for me, and for him to plan a romantic night, either out or in! And I- I want him to give me his jacket by wrapping it around my shoulders like I do for him."

"I'm going to say something, and you aren't allowed to be upset by it."

Steve nods.

"You have to tell him. Eddie's not gonna know you want these things unless you say so."

He nods again, because he knows that. He does. It's just... "I got with him knowing he wasn't a romantic person. I don't want- I don't know how to say it without making it sound like I want him to change. Or make him feel like he's not enough, or that he's a bad boyfriend for not having done this and-"

"Steve! Jesus, now who's the mirror? It's Eddie. He loves you. He'll listen. Even as you fumble your way through an explanation. A conversation is not the make or break of this relationship."

Steve swallows even though it feels like there's stones piling up in his stomach. A single conversation broke his last relationship, but Eddie's not Nancy.

"Yeah. You're right. I think I'm just... I'm afraid of making Eddie feel that same way Nancy made me feel, when she called us bullshit. I was blinded-sided by it all and I don't, I can't do that to Eddie."

"You won't. 'Cause this situation is different. You love Eddie, and Eddie loves you, and that's real and true. I think it would hurt Eddie more to think there's this whole other category of shit he could be doing for you, but isn't, 'cause he doesn't even know you'd like it, much less want it."

Steve nods as she speaks. It's all true, and he feels less like there are stones in his stomach. "Thanks, Bobbin. I don't- I might give it a few days before I talk to Eddie about it, but I will."

"You better, dingus," she hopes off the counter and looks at the clock, groaning when she sees it's still not midnight. "Think Keith will kill us if we close early?"

"No way. He'd have to cover all our shifts until he can hire replacements. We're too valuable to him to die."

-

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @skepsiss @afewproblems

[misotsukiiyeooo]

“Are you mad at me?”

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x F! reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Word count: 4.3k

Synopsis: Vernon couldn't tell that you were upset until hours later. So he attempts to make up for it.

Still upset with the fact that Vernon completely ignored you while you were talking to him. You decide to be a bit distant with him, petty you thought but you were still pretty upset.

"Babe, do you want to go outside with me? I'm going to the store." He peaks his head through the door viewing you lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, not even looking at him you respond. "No, I'm alright." You state barely audible. He brushes it off and goes out. Time passes and you're sitting on the couch, away from him and you can't believe he still hasn't noticed your attitude towards him. Making you even more upset you get off the couch, mid-movie walking to the room, and slamming the door softly. An hour passes meaning the movie's over, Vernon walks into the bedroom, observing your body, facing the wall while you once again scroll through your phone. He raises an eyebrow, usually, you'd turn around and practically jump on him. But since yesterday you've been acting distant with him. Getting under the covers, resting his head on the pillow he bites his lip, nervously he looks over to your back. "Are you mad at me..?" Seeing you turn off your phone and make an excuse made his heart drop. "I'm tired." You pretend to go to sleep while Veron's now fidgeting with his fingers. "Oh alright..." He looks at your back for a couple more seconds before attempting to sleep himself.

The sun kissing your face wakes you up only to see the other side of the bed cold and empty. 'Way to make me grumpy in the morning' you thought. Getting out of bed walking to the bathroom only to see a pink post-it note on the mirror. Vernon's handwriting, you take the note reading it. "I had to go help Seungkwan out at his house, can you buy some more snacks for when I come back home?" Scoffing, you crumble the paper and throw it out.

Next thing you know, You're at the store getting his snacks. 'Why do I do these things to myself' You grunt filling up the basket with chips and candies. Driving home, you call Joshua, your therapist. "Hey, Y/n! What's up?" He answers jolly per usual. After ranting about Vernon you hear him hum. "Do you think he knows what he's done?" "No.." you know where this is going. "So then don't you think you should tell him? You know Vernon better than anyone, he won't know unless you tell him." You secretly knew all along however, it would've been nice if he at least acknowledged he was in the wrong. you huff, "You're right...like always. I'll tell him about it when I get home. Thanks, Shua." "Anytime, Y/n." You hang up, time to talk to Vernon. Sighing at the thought.

Walking into the house, eyes widening upon seeing Vernon hold a bouquet of your favorite flower and cute squishmellow. He bites his lips nervously. "Listen, I'm not exactly sure what I did...I sound like a fucked up boyfriend not paying to their girlfriend, but trust me I noticed you were upset. Probably a bit late but if you could explain to me what I've done wrong, I would never, ever do it again.." He emphasizes the 'ever'.

His nervousness turns into a worried expression after seeing you cry like a child. "Did I say something wrong?.." He attempts to approach you but stops himself mid-way. "Vernon, I-" You try to talk all choked up. "Vernon, I'm sorry, I should've talked about it with you instead of acting out of character...Now thinking about it, it was so stupid." He hugs you. "Tell me, if it upsetted you that much, I should know so I won't do it again." Calming down you mumble into his chest. "Well, I was trying to talk to you three days ago on the couch and you completely ignored me...I was pretty excited to talk about it but you didn't respond at all." You finally let out. "Oh my...Babe, I'm sorry but I'd never just ignore you for no reason. I had my AirPods in...I didn't realize they were that loud in my ear." You look up at him. "Are you telling the truth?" He chuckles and nods. "Great, now I've made a fool out of myself." Sinking your face into the crook of his neck he giggles. "I can't believe you actually thought I would ever ignore you. But still, I apologize for having my AirPods too loud in my ears. I won't do it again." Now chuckling, he wipes your tears. "Am I forgiven?" Admiring your face he picks back up the bouquet and squishmellow smiling. Grabbing his cheeks, tiptoeing, you kiss him. "Of course you are, Mr.Headphones."

Reqs are open!

Taglist!!

[moethh]

dashboard simulator but with saints

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I ASKED FOR ROMANCE BOOKS AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GAVE ME???!?!??? WHAT AM I LOOKING AT????? 💀💀💀

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nvm this stuffs good 💀

#like actually??? #gonna keep reading these while my leg is still healing #recovery update

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cosplay!

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Oh this is incredible! I love it!

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oh my goodness?! thank you so much!! ❤️❤️❤️

#wow! i didn't know you would actually see this! #i'm so happy you like it!! #<3 #edit: we're mutuals now!!!

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EVERYONE‼ Below is a list of users who are ACTUAL DEMONS. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM. Just block and report. Stay safe everyone.

Keep reading

#I am not going to add trigger or content warnings to this post as I want people to see it. #However #you are obviously free to add them to your own reblogs if you wish to do so.

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🔨 just-a-carpenter Follow

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♻️ 💧 locustman Follow

???? Uncle???????? What is this????? What does this Mean????????

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👍

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???????????????????????????????????? @'mom? Can you explain? Please????

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Idk

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PH M

OH MY GOSH. Ok. Rant incoming.

So there's this guy I'm traveling with and GET THIS: HE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN @/mom's PERPETUAL VIRGINITY?!?!??!?!

I'm thinking of killing him. Like. Actually. I'm not even kidding. I genuinely can't decide whether or not I should kill him.

So you guys should decide:

#rant #my polls #tw antidicomarian #cw antidicomarian #please vote or else i'll just let my horse decide for goodness' sake

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👑 mom Follow

Alright, someone tagged me on @knight--lover's poll so this is my response to it:

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Hm. I'll think about it.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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YOUNG MAN.

#Ignatius. Come on.

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Wow! I've just found a ton of these little guys in a part of the monastery I've never been in before!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

seems like your monastery needs one of these

♻️ 🐭 martin-n-mice Follow

NO!!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

what? don't like cats?

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I LIKE THE MICE!!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

if you could save all the mice in the world, would you if all the cats starved to death?

♻️ 🐭 martin-n-mice Follow

??? What?????? I am so confused.

Are you implying that cats only eat mice, and if they couldn't, then they would just. Die? What is happening.

♻️ 🕯 claaaaaare Follow

Hey, @fraaaaaancis. Just curious how you would solve this.

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Hm. Well, it seems that St. Gertrude's situation is implying that you could only save either all cats or all mice with no survivors on the other side. To me, she is just asking which animal you like more.

There is really nothing to solve? This whole situation is very strange.

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THATS NOT EVEN ME??? WHO IS THAT THAT IS NOT ME

@host-prince @host-prince @host-prince??????

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purrtrude is definitely Not You.

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OP is this your post?

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#wghhhhghghhh #i just wanted to show off the mice...... #they're living happily by the way! i bring them food!

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#my art #artists on christblr

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🐲 marthamartha Follow

look at this Thing. with that look you would probably think that the man just so happened to crawl in its mouth. what a Creature.

anyways does anyone have a sword

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WILL PEOPLE IN THE NOTES STOP TELLING ME TO KEEP IT??? AS IF IT HASN'T KILLED PEOPLE?????

in case anyone forgot, this is a literal DRAGON

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@turn-me-over-im-done-on-this-side???????????? what??????????

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I fail to see what needs explaining. Where did it live?

♻️ 🐲 marthamartha Follow

I-

Ok. It lived in the water.

♻️ 🍳 turn-me-over-im-done-on-this-side Follow

hm. Maybe it would taste like fish?

♻️ 🐲 marthamartha Follow

Maybe. I honestly don't know what the townspeople did with the body. They just asked me for help 🤷‍♀️

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#??????????????? #I am somewhat concerned for you two #(for all of my mutuals actually but as of seeing this post right now I am very concerned for Lawrence especially) #But I shan't say that I'm surprised considering that Lawrence told jokes while he was burning alive #and now that's his username for some reason #As a fellow joke-maker I suppose I admire that? #But as a human being I am concerned

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[steddiealltheway]

Gareth is sick and tired of Eddie refusing to admit that he has a crush on Steve Harrington.

At first, Gareth had just brushed it off when Eddie seemed so adamant about interrogating Steve and his involvement with his new lost sheep. He had done something similar when he meet Gareth's few middle school friends the year before. But Eddie seems to think that one meeting isn't enough and insists that's why he always needs to rush out to talk to Steve and invade his space when he picks up the kids from Hellfire.

Gareth sees right through it. Eddie had come out to him a while ago saying he was definitely some form of queer after Gareth caught him making out with a guy in the Hideout bathroom. And he was more than okay with it.

But he is not okay with the way Eddie refuses to tell him - his best friend - that he has a crush on Steve.

"Then why do you always go to Family Video during his shifts and not buy anything, huh? Plus, you know that you never call anyone 'big boy.' Yes, I heard that when you were flirting with him after our last Hellfire campaign."

Eddie just rolls his eyes and dramatically flings out his arms. "I'm making sure the kids are safe with him."

Gareth snorts in response to that bullshit, and Eddie gives him an unimpressed look.

"Well, I'm going to Family Video to get a movie for my mom, and I would appreciate-"

"Yeah, I'll give you a ride," Eddie interrupts, looking way too happy to offer.

Gareth sighs but doesn't push it. He really needs to ride, and if the only reason Eddie's offering is to give him an excuse to be there... Gareth will take it and hopefully not be expected to pitch in for gas.

A quick ride over later, Gareth is almost displeased to see Steve behind the counter, eyes lighting up when he sees Eddie. Those two are absolutely ridiculous, and if Eddie would pull his head out of his ass for once, then Gareth could finally tell him that Steve likes him too.

He lets them lean into each other and practically giggle over anything the other has to say until he finds his movie and goes to the counter. That's when he finally notices Robin Buckley there staring at the two with a mix of fondness and irritation. Gareth is sure that he has the same look on his face.

He shoots her a knowing look, and Robin's eyes widen in an expression of hopeless, those two. Gareth gestures between the two and rolls his eyes - absolutely.

Then, they both look at each other in realization. Gareth knows Robin is cool and a bit awkward from their interactions in band classes, but he didn't know that she was that cool. And that she definitely knows about whatever thing is between those two.

Robin levels him with the same look, staring him up and down before finally seeming to settle on that he's cool too and also knows. They both kind of nod at each other in agreement that certain things need to be unspoken, but they absolutely need to rant about the two idiots.

They both start talking at the same time.

"Oh my gosh, I thought it was just me-"

"You have no idea how long I've needed to talk to someo-"

They stop and laugh a bit, both looking toward the boys, but they don't even register the interaction especially since Steve is tucking a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear while Eddie stares at him with heart eyes. Love is gross.

Robin takes Gareth's tape and goes through the process of ringing him up. "It's like they both are oblivious to the other's feelings."

"They are! Eddie won't even admit his feelings to himself, and I've been pushing it," Gareth complains, pinching his nose. He thinks he might feel a tension headache starting to form from those two.

Robin thuds her fingers on the counter in thought then slides Gareth's tape back at him. "Eddie's the jealous type, right?"

Gareth nearly scoffs. Jealous can be a bit of an understatement when it comes to him. "Of course."

Robin gets a grin that kind of scares Gareth to the core. She leans over the counter and whispers, "Then, I need you to flirt with Steve."

His jaw absolutely drops. "No way. Eddie would murder me!"

"And why would he if he has no feelings for him?" Robin asks with a bit of a manic twinkle in her eye that reminds him of Eddie.

Shit, she's right. It's definitely a plan that will work and finally get Eddie to admit how he feels... but also could get Gareth killed and banned from ever talking to Eddie again.

He glances over at the two and notices the way Eddie is blushing and trying to hide behind his hair as Steve stares on proudly. Gareth sighs. "Okay, I'll confront him one more time, and if he doesn't admit it after this little show, then I'll go through with the plan."

Robin sticks her hand across the counter and Gareth shakes on it. "Eddie should come in around six tomorrow during our shift. Come back before then with your tape or something as an excuse and have at it with the dingus here. But, you'll probably only be able to chat with him because I haven't seen him flirt with someone in a while - not since your dingus showed up. That should be enough to set Eddie off though, right?"

"Absolutely."

Robin laughs and loudly says, "Pleasure doing business with you. We hope to see you back at Family Video soon."

This startles Steve and Eddie out of the trance they put each other in, and Gareth watches with full annoyance as Eddie goes all puppy dog eyes as he sadly says goodbye to Steve.

In the parking lot, Gareth says, "You absolutely-"

And Eddie is quick to interrupt him, "Don't have feelings for him!"

Oh yeah. The plan is on.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next day with only a few minutes to spare before Eddie shows up, Gareth returns with his tape and a pulse that is way too high for his own good. When Robin sees him come through the door, she tells Steve that she's taking her break and shoots Gareth a thumbs up.

God, what has he gotten himself into?

He walks up to the counter and slides the tape across. "Hey, I need to return this."

Steve smiles at him politely but frowns when it doesn't ring up.

"I think Robin didn't ring it up for me yesterday. I don't remember paying," Gareth confesses. This is probably yet another part of Robin's genius plan to force them to have a longer interaction.

Steve looks him up and down for a moment then says, "Hey, I know you. You're Gareth. Eddie talks about you all the time, but I didn't know you knew Robin."

And woah, he did not expect Steve Harrington to know a single thing about him. Honestly, he's a bit flattered and even begins to blush a bit. "Yeah, we've had a few band classes together."

"That's cool. What do you play?" Steve presses on, leaning into the counter not in the flirtatious way he does with Eddie, but Gareth thinks as a means to make him more comfortable.

"Drums in the jazz band," he readily admits.

Steve's eyebrows furrow in thought. "I didn't know Hawkins even had a jazz band. I'll have to come see you play sometime."

"Yeah?" Gareth asks in disbelief and a bit of awe. It's Steve Harrington for Christ's sake. Of course, he's going to get a bit taken aback by the fact that he wants anything to do with him. He feels that damn blush again and barely registers the bell to the door ringing behind him.

"Yeah, man," Steve says with a smile. "Sounds cool as shit."

Someone clears their throat behind them and Gareth jumps a bit. He turns quickly to find Eddie fixing him with a look of hurt mixed with rage at the sight of Gareth leaning toward Steve with a damn blush on his face. He's not into him, but he can definitely admit that Steve just has some type of pull to him. But Eddie definitely does not see it that way.

"Gareth, can I talk to you outside?"

Gareth nods and doesn't utter a sound. Oh, he's going to kill him. He's about to die. He absolutely should not have gone through with this plan.

He wanders outside toward Eddie's van and lets Eddie talk first.

"What the fuck was that in there?" Eddie asks with anger in his tone but hurt in his eyes.

Gareth just shrugs in response and waits for Eddie to finally confess that he has feelings for Steve and he needs to back off.

Only, he doesn't. He just stands there staring at Gareth, and for some reason it pisses him off so he pushes. "Just thought that if you didn't have feelings for him then I could take a shot at him."

Eddie's mouth opens and closes until he finally huffs, "Great for you. You have a better chance anyways so good luck to you."

Eddie flips him off and starts heading to the driver's side of his van, but Gareth runs and gets there first. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Eddie crosses his arms but keeps a scary tension in his shoulders. "I mean that you're not the town freak, so you can have at him!"

Gareth scoffs and digs a finger into his chest. "That's why you won't admit you have feelings for him! You don't think he likes you!"

Eddie's arms fling wide open. "Of course, he doesn't like me! But I'm not about to cry over some bullshit feelings that will never be returned, so let me just have whatever it is between me and him and not have to put this label on how it makes me feel because I don't want to fucking deal with it! Let me live in sweet ignorance!"

"And that's where you're wrong," someone who is not Gareth says.

"Christ!" both Eddie and Gareth say startling back.

Steve stands in front of them with his arms crossed, but he only stares at Eddie. "What was that about bullshit feelings? Because I don't know about you, but I definitely like you."

Eddie's face flushes a bit red as he steps closer to Steve, unable to stay out of his space whenever he's nearby. "My feelings for you aren't bullshit at all. They're just fucking scary as hell, man."

Steve laughs softly and steps into Eddie's space. "You don't think that I've been scared, too? I would've made a move on you weeks ago if you would've said something."

"Well, I'm saying something now," Eddie says with a big smile.

Gareth really doesn't think he should be witnessing this.

Steve's eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips as he huskily says, "You sure are."

Yeah, Gareth has had enough of this shit. "Hey, guys?" Gareth says, interrupting them and ignoring Eddie's hell of a death glare. "Sorry to ruin your moment, but I'm still here. Plus, you're in a public parking lot."

Eddie still glares at him, but Steve nods. "Thanks, Gareth." He turns back to Eddie. "He's right, but luckily for you, I know of this really nice breakroom that has a door that locks. Plus, I was waiting for you to come so I could take my break."

Eddie's sour look drops from his face, and he practically starts buzzing with excitement. "Let's not waste another moment then."

Gareth is truly happy for them, but he doesn't think he ever wants to hear them interact again. But on their way back, Eddie stops and says something then runs back to Gareth and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, man. Thank you for dealing with me, but if I ever see you flirt at Steve again..."

Gareth pulls away from the hug and shoves Eddie's shoulders. "I wasn't flirting! I was talking to him to make you jealous and finally admit your feelings."

"Then what the hell was that blush!"

"He's like royalty! How else am I supposed to act when I find out he knows my name!"

Eddie takes a moment to really stare at Gareth then he gets a weird smile on his face. "You know, Steve knows this guy named Will..."

Gareth shoves Eddie again to cut him off. "Have fun making out with your boyfriend."

Eddie smiles widely then turns to run back to the store. Gareth smiles and watches as the two loudly laugh when they both try to squeeze through the doorway at the same time.

Then, Gareth looks around and realizes that by having his mom drop him off that he has no ride. He sighs and heads back to the store. Maybe he and Robin can celebrate, and she can tell him more about this Will while he waits...

[saturnville]

Care | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: David will always go the extra mile to ensure Sybelle is cared for. Warnings: Suggestive content. WC: 2529 Reference: Care by Sonder AN: Because @youreadthatright asked about David and Sybelle. I genuinely hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are appreciated, but reblogs, asks, and comments are encouraged!

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After the day she had, she fully understood why her mother befriended a bottle of wine and a cigarette now and then after a shift that turned tumultuous in minutes. Frustration greeted her with a kiss, while exhaustion welcomed her with a hug. All tell-tale signs to release the gas and pump the brake—a message that wouldn’t be visible even if it were tattooed on her eyelids. 

Hyper independence and stubbornness worked together like a well-oiled machine. As long as the work got done, nothing else mattered. The music mattered; the music always mattered. 

The house was quiet, but her head spun like an object on a swivel. Her phone rang nonstop, and her laptop cried from being poked and prodded with calls and emails. She tried her best to keep her head above the sea of calls that demanded her attention, but she couldn’t catch her breath. She was drowning, but that damned pride of her tugged her back, unsure of letting go. 

She hardly registered her husband’s presence over the brain-rotting sound of a privileged artist ranting on the other side of the receiver. Sybelle dropped her head into her hands and sighed deeply, trying her best to regain control over the situation. Hours seemed to pass before the call ended, and Sybelle tossed her phone on the desk with a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t long before another name came on the screen, and her ear-blitzing ringtone ricocheted off the green accent wall in their shared office. 

He saw the tension in her posture. How her shoulders rolled over and how her spine curled. Something weighed on her heavily to the point of physically distorting her comfort. He didn’t like it. 

Sybelle’s phone was covered by a hand that wasn’t hers as she tried to reach for it, desperate to get the call out of the way. Her eyes cut toward him, filled with an emotion neither of them could name. Her hand darted to snatch the phone from him, but one stern look had her retreating to her seat with her hand at her side. “Redirect the calls. I’ll take care of it. Just…no calls for 48 hours, alright? I appreciate it.” Sybelle’s lips parted as she prepared to protest. “You’re done for the day, Sybelle.”

Her protests didn't fall on deaf ears; he chose not to engage verbally. When she attempted to pull her phone from his fingers, he slid it into the pocket of his sweatpants. This was not the most secure location, he realized, as she'd grown accustomed to exploring what was beneath the loose fabric and had no issue with doing so. However, her body stilled when he crouched down, fingers grazing her ankle. 

One foot at a time, his hand cupped the bottom of her outrageously elevated stilettos. The softest sigh replaced all her fussing and fighting as she wiggled her pedicured toes. His eyes lifted to soak in her current state. Her eyelids were low, her shoulders had dropped just an inch, and she slumped back against the cushion of her favorite chair. "I don't want you touching that phone tonight, Belle." His firm statement pulled her out of her state of relaxation. 

"D, I have to--ooh, that feels good," she moaned softly as his thumbs pressed against the tender part of her foot. She inhaled deeply and sighed. "I've got to work. The project..." The rest of her sentence blended with Leon Thomas's soft melodies. 

“…isn’t going anywhere,” David finished. “You’ve been working too hard. Let me take care of you tonight. We can order your favorite takeout, eat, watch a movie, I’ll eat you during the movie, then we go to sleep and start all over in the morning.” He winked at her quickly, and Sybelle laughed out loud at his attempt to coerce her into relaxation. 

His efforts were greatly appreciated. In a world where she never felt like she could slow down because breaks didn’t exist for Black women, her husband served as a steady reminder that she could slow down and let someone take care of her. And with him, she didn’t have to beg. It was something he wanted to do. Provide comfort. 

As her laughter faded, she smiled softly. Her eyes caught his, wide and full of love for her. How could he not oblige his request? And better yet, for her well-being, why fight it? She sank further in the chair and relished in the reduction of sore feet as her husband catered to her intentionally. “Okay, baby,” she said after some time. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Whatever you say.”

Leon’s voice morphed into that of Brent Faiyaz before she realized. She found herself humming along to the lyrics under her breath. She was in a daze in Lalaland until David’s fingers of magic stopped working against her flesh. One eye popped open, and she saw him standing on his feet. A pout formed on her lips as she asked, “That felt good; why’d you stop?” 

David laughed. “My thumbs hurt, girl. And that bath won’t stay hot forever. Get upstairs. I’m about to order this food.” He left no room for objection. Sybelle placed her hand in his awaiting palm, a little voice in the back of her mind nagging about the time she could be spending finishing a track, but she saw how much effort he put into creating a calm environment for her. She’d feel even worse than she did if she disrupted it. 

Sybelle let him undress her when they reached their bathroom. One by one, he peeled each layer off her body, his lips brushing against every place they could touch. She shuddered as they found their way to her hip, nipping and sucking as his fingers hooked around her black underwear, tugging them down. She stepped out of them, her body on full display. David inhaled deeply—a goodness in human form. 

“Will you join me?” Sybelle asked, twisting her rings around her finger. She saw the wheels turning in his head. It was her moment, he thought, to relax and unwind without distraction. However, if she wanted him, who was he to reject her wish? David agreed with a nod, peeling the long-sleeve shirt off his body. 

They settled together in the tub, her back against his chest. Her hands waded in the water, and she played with the deflating bubbles. She brought some to her lips and blew them, smiling as they dispersed in the air. A comfortable silence surrounded them. David was usually an excellent conversationalist but refused to bring up work, so silence was the best option. The longer they sat in it, the more she relaxed; that was the goal. 

His touch was gentle, soothing against her shoulders. Sybelle’s lips parted to welcome the prettiest sigh that quickened his heart. “Mm…” Instead of clamoring about work and busy schedules, they planned their next getaway. 

“I would like to go to Athens. Sparta,” Sybelle started. “Maybe even trek up Mount Olympus to see the ruins, yeah?” If she had not followed her heart and chosen music, she would’ve stuck with the safe choice of becoming a history teacher. It was a love that never dwindled. David nodded twice, taking a mental inventory of her most recent desire. 

His lips parted to respond, but his phone’s notification pulled his attention away from her. He leaned over the edge of the tub—driver will arrive soon. ETA: 25 minutes. David pecked her cheek and continued to caress her wet skin. “M’sure we can make that happen. Food is gonna be here soon—“ His intention to leave her to soak her tense body by herself while he prepared to greet the delivery driver was halted when she turned in his arms. 

David’s jaw fell to make room for a shuddered sigh. Sybelle was beautiful, always had been, but here, now, with her rich skin covered in bubbles that slid off her shoulders and down the valley of her breasts while her eyelids sat low, was a sight to behold. She waded closer, settling in his lap. “We’ve got time…” 

His eyebrow raised. “Oh?” At first, he had to pry work from her cold fingers. Now, she reveled in it like rose petals on a hotel bed. It offered a benefit for both of them—she got to unwind and he got to assist her—two birds with one stone. 

Sybelle smiled small, wrapping her sudsy arms around his neck. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his. She could see every non-existent pore on his skin and count the hairs on his chin. Her lips brushed against his as her hips rocked back and forth. David’s resolve began to crumble. His mouth opened to release a low groan. “Yeah,” she breathed against his lips. “Ten minutes was never a challenge before, right?” 

The phone was long forgotten, along with the delivery order just minutes away. It was rare for him to completely let go, not worrying about life's looming responsibilities and demands. It was uncommon for her to take off multiple hats to stay in the moment. It would not be very responsible of him to return to the world when he had the empress of his universe pressed against him in a sensual hug,

Therefore, there was minimal room for rebuttal, especially when silky walls entrapped him in a vice grip he never wanted to escape. Her soft whimpers were in harmony with the rhythm of the warm water sloshing against the tub walls. David’s head lulled backward against the porcelain tub, and his hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into her slick skin.  “Yeah, yeah. Ten minutes…just like that, baby…mm.”

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He clothed her, sliding her favorite nightgown over her body with ease, but not before ensuring his lips followed every place the fabric touched. He then rubbed her down in that vanilla and shea butter body whip she adored. This led to another rendezvous, which forced David to text the delivery driver to leave the package at the door, and a generous tip would be reflected in his time. 

Sybelle, drunk off her husband's affection but still coherent enough to recognize the hunger that twisted in her stomach, fought hard to open her mouth and say: “Baby, I love you, but I’m hungry.” The eyebrow raise and a light smirk she received in response let her know she walked into his following statement: “I am, too.” What a double entendre. She giggled and pressed her hands against his chest, trying to flee from the war of kisses he launched against her face and neck. His tongue traced the spot behind her ear, and she shuddered, backing away. 

With a pointed finger, she commanded, “Food now, playtime later.” Sybelle kissed his pouted lips twice and slid out of his reach. “Quicker you eat, the quicker you get to take this off, and we can go aga—“ 

David smacked his lips and moved past her with an urgency she hadn’t seen since she’d been home. With a playful tone, he said, “Move, girl. You takin’ too long, I’m hungry.” Sybelle gasped out a laugh and shoved his shoulder playfully, watching as he raced downstairs to scarf down his meal like a child eager to finish dinner so they’d get dessert. But she was his dessert. 

The dessert he’d have to wait to savor because, in purse David fashion, he made a mess. It was intentional, she noted. The spoon was centimeters away from her lips and pecked her cheek, a long streak of pepper sauce dripping down her face. Her jaw fell agape, and David shrugged, “Sorry, B.” What started as an innocent night between lovers ended with a kitchen covered in food as they retreated to versions of their childhood selves. 

“You are impossible,” Sybelle laughed as she brought a paper towel to her face to remove remnants of their shared meal. Her eyes danced around the kitchen. Microwave covered in sauce, counters littered with rice, and the floor wet with water. On any other day, she would have lost her mind. While she knew cleaning would be a two-man task that could’ve been avoided, she had to admit: “But, that’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in a while.” 

David grinned like he’d beaten Joe Burrow and claimed the Heisman for himself. He took a damp paper towel over her forehead to remove dirt and debris. “That was the goal. I just wanted you to relax, baby. Though…it’s gon’ have to be after we get to this.” He waved his hand toward the mess they created in tandem. 

Sybelle nodded with an amused expression on her face. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Well, quicker you clean, quicker we can go ups—“

His eyes lit up like stars, and a playful smirk toyed on his lips. “You know,” David cut her off, moving to grab the paper towel off the holder and the bleach spray from under the kitchen sink. “I don’t know what’s up with you and this lack of urgency, but we got things to do, B. I’m tryna take you down, girl!”

His wife threw her hands up in mock offense and dropped the used paper towel into the trashcan. “Coming, coming!”

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Another moment of intimacy between man and wife, an additional shower that almost turned into another love session until Sybelle begged him to give her body a break (though she wanted it just as much as he did), and new pajamas later, they lay in their king-sized bed. The second Black cinema movie of the night played on the television ahead. While she tried to keep her eyes focused on the screen ahead, her eyelids grew heavy, and sleep loomed over Sybelle like a cloud. 

"Go to sleep," she heard David say gently, his hand caressing her hip. He was wide awake, his eyes trained on the television, yet by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn't be long before her body shut down for the evening. 

A series of sighs escaped her lips as her body melted into the sheets. The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room that would’ve distracted her any other day. Still, in the current moment, Sybelle’s focus was slipping, her mind floating toward the beauty and tranquility of a food and love-induced sleep.

David’s hand lingered on her, fingertips tracing slow patterns across her skin. His warmth remained, his presence constant like the sun's rising and setting. “You good?” he whispered, his voice low, though he knew the answer. 

Sybelle smiled, the weight of the day and the tenderness of the night catching up to her. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’m good.”

With that, she shut her eyes completely, the quiet pulse of their shared breath filling the space between them. The world outside faded completely—his primary goal was accomplished. As the movie played in the background, neither noticed when the credits rolled. They had long since turned in for the night, their souls entwined, finding peace in each other's presence. 

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