#I’m in a very ‘do better’ and prove shit to me type of place

[whimsyprinx]

in my go girl give us nothing era

[thatsdemko]

without you there’s nothing to live for - l.norris

masterlist

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy + insecurities + fluff + build up(kinda long I’m sorry about that) + some errors here or there

a/n: while I had bits and pieces of this work in millions of other lando drafts I think I have to give credit where it’s due to @userlando and her anons ☺️🫶 I’m in such a shit mood so i figured posting this might make me feel better. enjoy xx

Lando Norris was annoying. a childhood friend of yours that somehow stuck throughout the years and never seemed to vanish. he was like a a piece of gum stuck to your shoe, he just never left.

and while you’re thankful he’s the longest lasting friendship you have; did you fail to mention he could be annoying?

his hands drum against the kitchen island, a distraction worthy of you flicking your pencil in his direction, but he’s too quick the pencil would just end up behind him, so you result in throwing him a very pointed look that shuts him up.

“is that pencil up your ass too today?”

you give him another look before staring down at the empty grocery list you failed to create, because lando has claimed your flat as his flat. the lavish lifestyle penthouse was abandoned at the instant call of your arrival to Monaco, and now all of his expensive taste clutters your space.

“did you put eggs on the list? I need eggs. it’s good protein—“ he shuts up to the sound of you breaking the pencil in half, another annoyed look tossed his way.

lando could be a lot. but there was no one who could keep up with you. there was no one like him in your corner, and while he pushed your buttons you were eternally grateful for his loyalty despite your rather jaded friendship.

“let’s just go to the store? I’ll drive.” he says like there’s another alternative to the store. ever since he got his license and moved in, you’ve never even put your foot on the accelerator. you’ve almost forgot the thrilling feeling of driving.

“eggs have been added to the list.” you finally say, typing up your notes of a grocery list once you were finally able to think straight without lando tapping away or chatting your ear off.

god was he annoying, but you loved him for him.

—

his wallet funds are bigger than what you have. you feel guilty every time he buys, but it’s not like you have the funds to do so. he knows that guilty look across your face when he ends up paying for 10% groceries and 90% female hygiene products. he doesn’t mind, just shoves his card in the machine and says a thank you for the person who bags your things.

“you have to let me pay you back—“

“no, nonsense.” he cuts you off, the conversation goes like it always does. you beg, and beg, to try and wiggle in a payback, but he refuses. all those years of your parents giving him shelter, taking him to races, or letting him play in your backyard it’s the least he could do.

“but the price adds up, and you’re paying for most of the rent—“

“I won’t have this conversation with you. just get in the car.” he says it without letting you have another word in. it’s his turn to shoot you down with pointed looks every time you try to mention money.

“y/n?! is that you?”

lando’s heart nearly drops to his stomach at the sound of that voice—that voice, being your ex boyfriend. he came out of nowhere, like the stalker he is, and finds himself walking around lando’s spiffy mclaren with wide eyes and confusion at your presence with the formula one driver. he must’ve forgotten lando was your best friend.

“you going to introduce me to your new boyfriend?”

before you can protest lando shakes his hand. you can tell by the grip lando has on him it’s a firm hard handshake. one to prove a point about the 2 a.m calls of you crying to your best friend from across the world. he was a shitty man, and maybe showing lando off like that would put him in his place.

“this is lando, you guys met awhile back.” you say.

you watch the two of their eyes glimmer in the sunlight with hatred for one another. lando was the guy you told him not to worry about— and he still was— and he was the guy lando was desperately wanting to kick ass.

“don’t remember that.”

“I actually remember, didn’t you spend half the night snogging another girl?” lando’s gentle reminder makes your ex’s face flush pale. you watch a little smile lift to lando’s lips before you both excuse yourselves to head home.

“my new boyfriend is so cool.” you say in a sarcastic tone once it’s just the two of you in his car.

lando let’s out laugh, and just puts the car in reverse. the simple act makes your head spin. his hand reaching behind the head of your seat, the way his eyes quickly glance on you before he looks back to ensure no one is coming. these thoughts were never present until this run in. would lando be a good boyfriend?

you can’t help but explore those thoughts in the twenty minute car ride home in pure silence.

your mind wanders to the idea of waking up to him in your bed. his legs tangled with yours, lazy soft kisses pressed your cheeks. you could melt at just the thought of it.

or maybe he’d make you eggs. you’d wake to the smell of bacon grease and him shirtless—like he always is in the kitchen— creating a masterpiece meal that you devour in minutes.

what switch has suddenly changed in you? because now when you look at lando, your heart does things it never did before. your head spins of ideas of him as your boyfriend and it’s so sickening you could throw up.

“I’m going to unload the groceries, you’re more than welcome to sit and stare into space for as much as you need.” his words spook you. a little yelp escaped your lips that he’d caught you. your eyes bug wide—like they always are when you get into your daydreams— and mind so full you lose track of time and often forget your surroundings. you had no clue you’d been sitting in the driveway this whole time.

“where do you want the tampons again? I seem to forget.”

“under the bathroom sink please.”

you wonder if you can shove your thoughts under there too. a nap is needed to clear your mind of whatever seems to be boggling it all about lando.

—

a nap certainly did help, however, waking up to lando shirtless in your bed also napping? yeah, all that hard work of suppressed thoughts came right back.

you think about taking your finger and running it all over the divots, curves, and muscles of his body. you think about how much stronger he’s been looking lately and how the little hair on his chin is growing onto you. what is going on with you?

it was common for lando to come in your room and sleep with you. nightmares were rare for you, but they happened more often than you expected and lando always wanted to be there for it. but this was just a nap? why did he have to come in and sleep with you? he could’ve just slept in his own bed, that certainly would’ve helped your heart if he did.

you roll out of bed and tip toe around your bed, until your heart makes you stop. you stare at his peaceful state. the way his curls fall over his forehead, the thick long lashes you desperately want, the soft smile on his lips— his eyes are opening, shit, you think to yourself.

you quickly book it out of the room to save yourself from the embarrassment of him catching you watching him sleep. what a creep you were becoming in the matter of hours. this is why you shouldn’t like your best friend. hell, this is why you shouldn’t let your man best friend live with you. it was destined for one of you to fall in love.

but it was also destined for you to most likely get your heart broken.

lando doesn’t date women like you. you’ve seen his roster of women rotating in and out of your place, none of them looked like you: an average woman with average looks. who’d want that?

a little part of hope lingers in your chest when you see him enter the kitchen. his lips press against your temple as he mumbles a good morning.

“how was your nap?”

“not long enough.” you admit watching him type away on his phone. his elbows are pressed against the granite counter tops, his fingers work vigorously against the screen. a little smile appears on his lips that make you nauseous. it could just be max, but it could be another girl.

almost two hours ago this wouldn’t of mattered to you. you wouldn’t of cared if lando invited a girl over and you stayed locked up in your room, but now all of a sudden it’s bothersome.

“what’s got you all smiley?” you ask, partially out of curiosity but partially to just kill your heart with his response. he sets his phone face down on the counter resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “max is coming over, and so is pietra.”

“exciting.” you grin, though the words disagree with your expression making his face drop with worry.

“are you worried max is going to take your best friend spot? he could never, y/n.”

best friend. yeah, that’s all you’ll ever be when girls like ria and pietra exist. deadly beauty that could put a man in his place. when was yours ever going to show up?

—

you’re tipsy off the expensive bottle of wine max brought. your body is pressed against lando’s for support as you all laugh about something max said. you can’t help but wrap your arms around his strong bicep, resting your head against his shoulder listening to pietra expose Max’s recent mess up.

lando doesn’t take notice in the way you’re seated. he knows you’re beside him based off the heat that radiates off your body. you always got overly warm when drunk, and sometimes a bit too affectionate, but he didn’t mind. he actually loved it when you wanted to be beside him.

“so when did this happen?” pietra points her finger between you two, a bright smile pressed against her lips as she cozies herself up to her own boyfriend.

lando clears his throat. he practically yanks his arm out of your grip leaving you to fall back against the cushions beside him. you hide your face into his back out of embarrassment suddenly becoming aware of how you two look. “oh umm—“

“oh gosh! I’m so sorry. I think it’s the wine talking in me.” she quickly apologizes, a blush filters her face similar to yours.

“it’s not the first time today that’s happened.”

“do tell,” max sits on the edge of his seat listening to lando explain the run in, your face is still pressed into his back. you’re hoping that maybe if you just stay there you would disappear into thin air or end up in your bedroom sound asleep away from all of this.

“I still want to kick that guys ass—“

“wait,” pietra cuts off max, her voice demands all the attention in the room. you pry your head from out of lando and peer behind him at her, “you didn’t even tell him you are just friends? you let him assume that you’re dating?”

lando’s mouth opens and closes. nothing seems to come out making max throw his head back in a laughing fit, “oh god! I owe ria money for this, you like y/n!”

Lando’s face is flushed red, a similar color to the glass of wine in his hands. there was nothing he could say. he couldn’t even protest it when it was true. he hadn’t even realized he never corrected your ex boyfriend, because truth be told, he wanted to be shown off as your boyfriend.

“come on pietra, let’s leave these two alone.”

they leave as quick as they came, leaving only the half full bottle of wine for yourselves. you both sit in silence, no one musters up the courage to speak.

you both get ready for bed like nothing happened. the awkward silence eats you up. you want to speak up and tell him you feel the same, you want things to go back to normal. you just want annoying lando back.

when you finally finish your nighttime regiment, you’re ready for bed. you turn the corner into your bedroom and see the silhouette of lando reflecting against the wall. your night light was on, and he was laying in your bed, cozied up under the covers.

“sleeping in here tonight?” you ask slipping under the covers beside him, he moves himself closer to you occupying the middle of the bed.

“you don’t mind, do you?”

you shake your head curling your body against his, “I like it when you sleep with me.” you say making a sense of pride soar through his chest. he likes the way your body molds against his.

“your new boyfriend will protect you.” he smiles down at you, carefully place a kiss to your forehead before reaching over and turning off your lamp.

“thank goodness he’s here, I can’t sleep without him.”

“you know I’m talking about myself right?” he lifts his neck up, face looking down at you, your eyes closed practically half asleep already.

“goodnight, boyfriend.”

“goodnight, girlfriend.”

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[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How to Plant Snapdragons | 9

Task Force 141, Keegan, & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist

CONTENT WARNING: Strong Violence NOTE: WAZZUP BITCHES, IM BACK I am very sorry for not updating for 4-5(?) months. I didn't mean to go on a hiatus without any announcements. Things had been quite busy for me lately and I focused on some things (FUCK COLLEGE BUT I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES ANYWAY), and also the reason why I suddenly "went dark" is because of the fucking MW3 Campaign. Yeah, shit destroyed me. WORD COUNT: 2.7k

You had been to Mexico once. You went to good places it held, but you also walked on the mud it hid in the dark. After all, there could never be a perfect country. Even if someone said that their glorious purpose was for the better good of their nation—most of the time, they were merely heroes in their own stories and villains in the others’. Well, Mexico had good food. You could give them that, at least. But this place, Las Almas, would it have good stuff as well?

You shook off your vest and Ghost’s jacket as the pilot alerted you of the time of the touchdown and slipped into your jacket, fitted to your frame. As much as you wanted to keep wearing the lieutenant’s clothes, you couldn’t risk getting harmed because of loose clothing and failing this stupid mission.

You turned to Ghost as you folded his jacket neatly. “Can I keep this?” you asked and smiled.

He stared at you for a good second, pools of honey you couldn’t read before he looked away. “Suit yourself.”

Your grin widened, and you stashed the jacket into your bag. You hummed as you put on your vest, tightening it to your liking. You patted your pockets, checking each of them, until you felt Ghost’s mask in one, fingers lingering on the soft fabric, and sighed. You put your hands down on your lap and leaned against the cold steel, waiting for the upcoming descent, which didn’t take long.

The plane opened up, and a busy facility greeted your sight. Vehicles drove in and out of the area, and soldiers went back and forth from one place to another. But even when they were bustling, you could feel their gazes land on you—suspicious and judging, whispering among themselves, voices drowned out by the loud exhausts of the transports.

It was something you wished you could get used to. At the same time, you didn’t want to, when eyes held more than they seemed.

You followed Soap and Ghost down the plane, walking towards a couple of men who stepped forward. One of them had his hands clasped behind him, while the other simply stood by his side. Both were, well, good-looking and buffed (which was normal for military men), but eh, not really your type.

They would make pretty models though.

Also, good human shields, if ever.

Johnny, being the everlasting sunshine he was, greeted them first, extending a hand to the man named Alejandro, and engaged in a conversation with him as though they had been long good friends. Then, the sergeants forced the poor lieutenant to join in, who sounded ready to strangle the scot.

Then, your eyes found the gaze of the man next to the Mexican captain on the monitor on your ankle. A frown spread on his face and worsened the moment he saw the smirk that crept up your lips, his eyes darting between you and the half of the 141.

The look of a man confused never failed to be an entertainment. And what was more the obvious expression that said, what the fuck is a criminal doing here? Or something in Spanish.

“And who is she?” Alejandro questioned, finally turning his eyes on you—or rather, down to your ankle, as if the monitor would be the one to answer him.

“She’s sent by General Shepherd,” Ghost immediately replied, batting an eye at you. “She may be a criminal, but she proved excellent in various ways that could be useful to us.”

Alejandro, albeit hesitantly, nodded and extended a hand to you. “Nice to meet you, miss.”

You took his hand, giving it a quick shake. “I’m at your service, sir. And worry not about me going against orders, I pretty much like my head attached to my neck.”

He put a forced smile on his face, one you’d seen way too many times on people. “We’ll see about that.” He motioned at the man beside him. “This is Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, my second-in-command.”

The said man, Rodolfo, extended his hand first to Soap, who the fellow Sergeant enthusiastically shook. Then, he batted an eye at Ghost, seemingly hesitant to approach him, but still decided to. Ghost, however, merely stared at his hand, and Rodolfo backed away, clearing his throat.

Soap stepped forward. “Ah, the Lt’s not much of a talker.”

Rodolfo nodded. “I understand.” He turned your way and reached out his hand, which you lightly shook, quickly withdrawing right after. He moved back to Alejandro’s side, who nodded his head towards a direction.

“Follow me, we’ll talk along the way.” Alejandro turned and began to walk, passing by and nodding at soldiers who saluted at him. By the end of the way—or seemingly at both an entrance and exit, several jeeps were parked, and a few soldiers stood by the vehicles. With a wave of hand from Alejandro, the men slipped inside the vehicles, and Rodolfo was the first to get in the first jeep on the line.

“I’d like to sit beside the window—” you attempted to request, but Ghost was quick to shut you off.

“No,” he said as Soap rounded the car, stepping in by the other side.

“But—”

“No.”

“C’mon, lassie, don’t you want to sit between us?” Soap questioned, a smile played on his lips.

You slipped inside with a grumble, inching close to the sergeant, before elbowing him. He grunted, but you knew it wouldn’t do much damage to him with all his muscles. At the same time, doors shut as both Alejandro and Simon got inside.

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas,” Rodolfo mumbled, slightly turning his head to face his colonel.

(I’m afraid of ghosts.)

Your eyes whipped forward, brows slightly raising at his words, which you perfectly understood. You glanced at Ghost, but he merely stared ahead. At the back of your mind, you wanted to snitch on the new guy just so some drama could happen between them, but at the same time, drama could lead to suspicion between these men.

This was why knowing some languages if you travel abroad was great. But it should be fine to keep quiet for now. What the sergeant said wasn’t suspicious, but if they did anything that could bring harm to Ghost and Soap, then . . . 

On the other hand, Alejandro chuckled at the comment of his sergeant and looked back at the three of you. “You know Spanish?”

The Lieutenant remained silent, and you did the same, turning your head to the side to look out of the window, whilst Soap shook his head, and answered, “No.”

Alejandro drew a smirk on his face and turned his attention back ahead. “Oh, you will.”

Rodolfo started the car and drove out of the base.

“See,” you pointed at the window, begrudgingly looking at Simon, who stared indifferently at you. “This is why I want to be next to the window.”

The car passed by two-story buildings, seemingly houses or apartments, painted in pastel colors. People were walking and talking on the street, some vendors and their stands offering their goods, and some other vehicles were parked on the way. It wasn’t much, not even beautiful, but still you’d like to see everything you could see.

“Have you taken a liking to Las Almas?” Alejandro questioned, glancing back at you.

You put your hand down and turned your head on his way. “To be frank, it’s not a liking, sir, rather, it’s curiosity. I’m not from here or anything similar to this place, so I’d like to see how things work here.”

His head inclined a bit to the side, appearing to be thinking of his words. “You’ll be . . . disappointed.”

You smiled. “I’ll be the one to judge that.” Just as you finished your sentence, a truck with men riding on the back, guns in hand passed by. You couldn’t help but whistle at their ridiculous sight, and put your hand on top of Soap’s before he could grab his gun.

He frowned at you. “What are ya—”

“Calm down, sir,” you cut him off, pulling your hand away. “Seeing as no one on the street is reacting about it, pretty sure that’s normal here.”

“You’re right,” Alejandro spoke in a serious voice, once again looking back at you. “Guns are in the jurisdiction of the police.”

“Looks like Las Almas has a huge problem,” you commented and crossed your arms. “Much more than what I’ve heard.”

Alejandro shifted his eyes to you. “You seem to know something about Las Almas.”

With his words, Soap and Ghost also settled their eyes on you, as if they were ready to do everything to get answers out of your mouth. “I’ve been to Mexico, and during my stay, I heard of things about Las Almas. Not exactly the good ones as you probably expected, but I didn’t know things around here would be this bad.”

“When did you come to Mexico?”

“Over a couple of years ago, sir.”

“I see.” He turned back ahead. “Well, things weren’t that bad back then.”

“I suppose those who tried to uphold the laws and resist corruption met their end as the time passed?”

“You’re right.”

You hummed. “Well, without powerful backing to protect them, I doubt they’ll last much in a society like this.”

“And ya also seemed to know things about politics and stuff,” Soap claimed, slightly shifting on his seat.

You met his blue eyes with a grin. “I had met quite a few politicians in my life. Assassinated an Austrian before, and the one who hired me snitched on me. That’s why I ended up on Shepherd’s shackles.”

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How much of that is true?”

You laughed loudly, although you already knew what would be his reaction. “Take a guess,” you told him challengingly.

“The last sentence,” Ghost joined in, his voice monotone.

You snorted. “Except that.” Then, you gasped, throwing yourself to the window at Soap’s side, making him curse out something you couldn’t fucking understand in whatever Scottish was that. “Look, look, Lt!” You motioned your hand on Ghost to look at the ridiculous sight of someone in a skull balaclava giving balloons to kids.

“What the hell?” Soap’s bright eyes also followed the scene.

You whipped around and smiled at Ghost, who simply stared at you. “If you ever want to quit the military, you can retire with me and live together.”

“How about living in Las Almas since Ghost might fit well in here?” Rodolfo suggested in a soft voice. Alejandro hit him on the side, whispering something, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw Ghost slowly turning to look at him through the rear mirror.

You tilted your head. “But Las Almas has a serious problem when it comes to crimes, so I don’t think it is very much suitable to live in unless you want to be a crime lord or still in the military. And I’m the type of person who likes traveling around. If I were to settle for sometime somewhere else, it would be where I would have already spent some time on, like London, Berlin, or California and—”

“It’s just a joke, please. Don’t take it too seriously,” Rodolfo mumbled, sounding like he wanted to bury himself on the ground at the moment and never appear again.

On the way to the destination, Alejandro had talked more about the way of Las Almas, and finally, what you and the 141 came here for, El Sin Nombre, the leader of the Mexican Cartel who was protecting Hassan. Quite a reputation that person had as Alejandro said they had eyes and ears everywhere.

Having eyes and ears everywhere was also something the one who raised you did. Even if your father was in prison at the moment, you knew he was still pulling strings. A mastermind out of everyone’s league, until he decided to invest in you. Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, now that you were technically imprisoned as well.

You pulled out your balaclava and huffed, putting it on swiftly. You jumped out of the jeep right after Simon and you heard Alejandro spit out his commands in a low, serious voice. You rounded up with the soldiers before a gate and under the Colonel’s command, the group barged in. You frowned as you had seen no man in sight, seemingly the civilians had run away—or were mostly likely driven out by the Cartel.

Alejandro waved his hand to follow him up another gate, which this time, Ghost opened, and gunshots echoed in the air.

“Showtime,” you said under your breath, aiming your assault rifle and blasting a hole through a man’s head, vibrant red painting the dull walls around. You rounded a corner, cautiously looking out for an enemy. You spotted a couple of them, but before you could take them down, they had already fallen on the ground. Your head whipped at Soap and Ghost’s direction. “Showoffs,” you grumbled.

“Said the one who wanted to take two men down at the same time,” Soap remarked, giving you a look, and you heard Ghost huff.

You clicked your tongue and swiftly entered a house, but quickly moved back out as you saw not a soul in sight. Your frown worsened at the unusual lack of men to hold the group back. In these cases, either it would be a trap or they had escaped already.

You glanced over your shoulders. 141, some of Alejandro’s men and the Colonel himself were on sight. The walls obscured your view of the place, there were so many corners where men could be hiding themselves or something else, and such things as Cartels wouldn’t hesitate to destroy a run-down hide-out like this for their good.

Soap shot a man from the roof and Alejandro positioned himself in front of a door, motioning at us. “Secure the house, and we go for Hassan.”

Several voices echoed from inside the place, cursing and hushing one another.

“Take the door,” Alejandro commanded. Soap stepped forward, but you grabbed him, making him look at you.

Before he could utter a word, you kicked the door open, slid on the floor towards a corner, and struck a man awaiting in the hallway. You got up immediately, raised a hand so they wouldn’t follow you, and picked up a baby’s bottle on the ground, throwing it to a room through a slightly opened door. Shots were fired blindly right after and you countered it with a couple of bullets, and it stopped. You pushed the blasted door open and found a man lying on the floor, and the baby’s bottle rolling towards your foot.

“Room clear,” you announced, staring down at the bottle for a second, before moving to the next room. They followed you in and you braced yourself for another onslaught, but this time, Soap was the one who barged in, quickly shooting down the men inside without batting an eye.

“Room clear,” he said and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

You looked up at him and raised a brow that he wouldn’t see.

Ghost sauntered in the room. “No sign of Hassan.”

Alejandro sighed. “They already moved him.”

You turned your attention to him. “They move fast, hm?”

He looked at you, letting Ghost and Soap rummage the desk across the room instead. “They do. Much more than I expected.”

“So they already know that we’re coming here,” you remarked.

“Highly possible. The Cartel has eyes everywhere.”

You narrowed your eyes and echoed, “Everywhere?”

He nodded to affirm it. “Everywhere.”

“You mean even among your men?”

He paused, staring at you for a good second. “No, I trust my men.”

“A weed is a weed, sir, no matter how good it looks in your garden,” you said in a monotonous voice, picking up a pencil from the ground. “Sooner or later, they’ll bring harm to your plants. And even the plants you put in your garden can bring harm to you if you don’t know what they are.”

Ghost and Soap shot an eye on you, before exchanging looks with each other.

He eyed you cautiously and his serious voice lowered. “What are you implying?”

You remained silent and so did he, until Rodolfo’s voice echoed in your headsets. “The army is rolling in!”

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[kaiserposting]

Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryuusei — Red

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader, Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.5k TYPE: Humor, Bad Flirting, Petty argument WARNING(S): tw Kaiser, tw Shidou

Kaiser is maybe pissed off or developing chronic depression (or uncovering a long going, underlying mental health issue).

Well, not to be overdramatic, but his life has fucking sucked ever since he came to this wretched place they call ‘Blue Lock’!

More like stupid shit lock, but he wouldn’t be caught dead saying something this immature out loud. Yoichi scored one more goal than he did — an entire goal, one of it, in surplus that is — and made a fool of him. Now Kaiser is spiraling and wanting to prove himself like a loser, when he’s the one who’s supposed to make others feel this way.

What is happening right now, in front of his very eyes, is egregious torture. Cinnamon to sauté the pear of anguish in.

He went looking for you in an only slightly creepy stalkerish way, which he already wasn’t happy about, since he had to walk around this soulless building and see too much of it at once. And when he finally finds you in one of the few communal spaces (gross, by the way), what are you doing? Betraying him by talking to Sae’s pink pervert and laughing. Your audacity to have fun while Kaiser is suffering is insolent. Ness should give you a yellow card for that.

Even if it’s below him, Kaiser can prove himself, though, both on the field and when it comes to strange rivalries with questionable undertones. He is better and more deserving of all attention, including yours, and he’s going to show you. He’s going to show you so hard, you’ll regret your ignorance so much that you’ll drop out of here and go back to school or whatever the fuck.

With this objective in mind, he reminds himself to act natural and walks up to you. In fact, Kaiser is confident no one has acted this natural before.

“Hi,” he says in an unnecessarily firm tone, with the most forced smile of all time. Maybe he should’ve come up with something before interrupting your conversation, now that he thinks about it.

Your heads snap in his direction at the same time with a weird synchrony. “Hi,” Shidou mocks, imitating Kaiser’s expression, going as far as to suck in his lips to make it seem more exaggerated and stupid.

Somehow, this situation strikes you as awkward, so you settle for staring at him expectantly. He probably had a reason to approach you, right?

“How… are you… doing?” Kaiser asks, ignoring the bug in favor of swinging an arm around your shoulder and leaning in way too close to your face. This is mostly an action meant to distract you from how strange he is acting. The only language he is proficient in is shit talking, so now he finds himself at a loss for words.

Shidou, however, is adept at smelling weakness. Without thinking twice about it — pathologically impulsive — he pushes Kaiser off of you, and his grin grows menacing. Now he’s the one draping himself over you, and he looks at Kaiser, who seems a bit caught off guard all things considered.

“We,” Shidou points a finger at himself and then at you, maybe attempting to insinuate something, “were doing great! And then the double-rat-tailed wonder came in.”

The who?!

Kaiser maintains a cheerful facade. “I don’t know if you’re aware because you seem quite stupid, but the point of a nickname is to be short. At least my hairstyle obeys gravity.”

“Wow, hear that? No way you like ‘em uptight and snobby like this guy, babe.”

“Really? Because I would’ve thought the vulgar type who treats the plays leading up to scoring a point like edging doesn’t suit you at all. Right, darling?”

Babe? Darling? May God touch these people’s wretched souls.

“Aww, you remember that? You watched me? Good times. I’m getting so popular.” Shidou lets go of you, much to your surprise. Then he stretches like a cat and yawns, overdoing it just to illustrate his boredom with Kaiser’s presence. “Anyway, forget about gravity. Pink is much better than blue-”

“No, it isn’t,” Kaiser argues childishly, crossing his arms.

“-We all know it! And what do you have in your hair? Blue. And what do I have? Pink.”

“This is stupid. They’re just colors.”

“Someone’s mad he doesn’t have pink instead of blue.”

“What? You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right? I made the choice to dye it blue. If I wanted pink, I would’ve-”

“‘You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right?’” Shidou repeats in a snotty tone, then throws you a meaningful glance and snorts, waiting for you to join in on the bullying. Apparently mimicking Kaiser is something he’ll add to his list of things he considers funny from now on.

You wonder if either of them have noticed you’re yet to speak at all.

“Well, what about you?” On cue, Kaiser addresses you. Are you seeing things, or is his eye twitching? “You understand opinions about colors aren’t objective, don’t you?”

Shidou perks up. “What do you prefer? Pink or blue? You love pink, right?”

“No, I bet you’re just… obsessed with blue. I bet it’s all you can think about, along with football, of course.”

“But isn’t pink so much more energetic and wild and cool and lovable?” Shidou flutters his lashes and strikes a pose as if he’s trying to act coy but in a manner so overt, it becomes clear he’s not really trying to sell his performance.

Are they even talking about colors anymore?

You shrug, deciding to treat the situation like a game. “I haven’t decided yet. Convince me which one I should pick. Get me on board.”

“I have a car,” Kaiser blurts out. Is this the only positive quality he thinks he has when it comes to his personal life? You don’t know if you find it funny or sad.

“So what?” Shidou asks, unimpressed on your behalf. “I’ve always wanted to hijack a car.” Then he wraps his fingers around one of your shoulders, overcome with excitement all of a sudden. “Let’s go on a date when this is all over and hijack a car! We could hijack his car.”

“See, he’s psychotic.” There is an arrogant smile on Kaiser’s face again.

“You’re also kind of crazy,” you say.

“There are no positives to being with him if you think about it rationally,” continues Kaiser, like he didn’t hear you calling his sanity into question. “Even if you wanted to be a deranged criminal, he’d just get you caught. Me, personally, I could plan it all out with you.”

Scratch that, he’s an overly willing lunatic who’s shielding his emotional dysregulation by talking about logic. Like that’s ever worked for anyone.

“So what if I’m impulsive? There are positives to being with me, duh!”

“I doubt it.” Kaiser’s skepticism is palpable.

Shidou’s gaze returns to you, so he can look at you straight on while delivering his next line. “Well, I’d give you a really enthusiastic massage.” Oh, this is the route he’s taking. Ok. “Jitter up your neurons like you do mine.”

“Do you even know what a neuron is?”

“Even a foot massage?” you ask, amused.

“Sure, I can do a foot massage.” Shidou remains carefree at the suggestion.

“Do you know foot reflexology?”

“No, that’s so boring.” You frown, just for the sake of seeing his reaction more than anything. Shidou tries to amend the situation, “I can learn?!”

“You can’t let him massage you anywhere,” argues Kaiser, and he seems quite offended by the notion. “He’ll probably do it wrong and fuck you up because he’s a brute. You’re gonna get injured.”

“Well, can the blue rose princess do any better?”

“Stop calling me convoluted nicknames. And maybe not, but I could hire a massage therapist with a five star rating or something. How’s that sound?”

“You’re such a robot! You’d rather be with a brute than with a robot at the end of the day, right, babe? Team pink wins all day.”

“How am I a robot?”

Gleefully, Shidou expands on his point with his grin turning even more devious, “It’s not about giving a good massage! It’s all an excuse to be all over someone. And by the way, you don’t seem cuddly at all. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” His definition of ‘cuddly’ is probably questionable considering it includes Sae, but still.

“What! Yes, I am! Don’t talk about touching me, you moronic deviant!” Kaiser then deflates and seems a bit unsure despite the earlier conviction and aggression in his outburst. “I mean, if you think it’s an attractive quality, that is. But if you find it degrading, then I’m not huggable at all.”

Wow, they’re both suckers. You wonder how far you’ll be able to push it in the future?

[cosmitton]

benjicot blackwood enemies/rival to lovers (?) with bracken!reader headcanons

A/N: I originally started writing this the day after the episode with “Benji” came out and never finished it until today, lol, so it’s not a very original idea. Sorry lol.

I know that he might not be Benji and that the show called him Davos, but idc idc idc. I think he fits as an aged-up Benji so that’s what he’ll be to me lol. Maybe if they give us actual Benji later in the show, I’ll come back to edit this to Davos. You can think of this as either Benji or Davos, it’s up to you but I’m referring to him as Benji.

Also, I can’t believe that the first thing I’m writing for HOTD is just because of this rabid squirrel that was on screen for maybe 5mins LMAO

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!F!Reader

Enemies/Rivals to Lovers(?)

Warnings: nsfw (not full-on smut, just a bit I think), a little violence, Benji being a little shit lol, reader is easily irritated oop-

As with pretty much everyone in House Bracken, you were raised to hate the Blackwoods

Regardless of whether or not anyone even remembered why at this point

As a woman, naturally there were a lot of people that opposed to you learning how to fight or participating in battle

No matter how hard you fought for it, it wasn’t your place

But you weren’t the type to just accept being pushed aside so easily

And, oddly enough, Benji was different from the other men you knew

He didn’t seem to care very much that you were a woman fighting, he just wanted someone to talk shit to

He cared more that you were a Bracken, and, even more than that, you were fun to fight and mess with

At this point, you couldn’t remember when or how this started, but it was a relatively regular occurrence for the two of you to butt heads

Occasionally coming to physical blows

Like right now

Benji really needed to learn how to shut up if he didn’t want to get punched in the face

Though he would probably say the same about you

Despite the fact that you both had swords you could’ve used, you both have a tendency to use fists with each other

“Here you spend all your time trying to prove yourself a fighter and that’s the best you can do? What a shame, Bracken.”

“Fuck yourself, Blackwood. You can prattle all you want but you have yet to draw blood when I have.”

Benji laughs, not even bothering to wipe that blood from his mouth

You try to ignore what the sight of him bloody does to you

“I’m merely being kind. We both know how much you enjoy having your hands on me. Who am I to deprive you?”

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and into your face, but before you can respond, Benji is suddenly much closer to you

You didn’t realize how fast he could be

“Although, I’m sure we could figure out a much better way to have your hands on me if you’re so desperate.”

You’re stubbornly trying to ignore the feelings his deeper, raspy voice inspires in your belly

Instead you focus on the rage that hits you immediately

You’re both long past decorum at this point, so you don’t think twice before rushing him to tackle him to the ground

Benji’s still laughing, seeming to think this is all a game

You’re rolling around on the grass now, both of you trying to gain the upper hand on the other

For a moment, Benji uses his weight to pin you down

“I knew you couldn’t resist rolling around with me. We could find some place more comfortable-”

You bite his hand that’s pinning your shoulder

When he pulls away with a sound that’s halfway between amused and surprised, you throw your weight to roll him over

“Give up now, Blackwood, and I won’t cave your skull in.”

“You’d never harm my face, you enjoy it too much.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, would that you could back it up.”

“Oh, you like my mouth, don’t you, Bracken? Don’t worry, I could show you just how talented it is if you’re so interested.”

You go to punch him before you come to a realization

Benji’s just laying there

He isn’t even trying to get up or throw you off

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“You’re not even attempting to push me off.”

Benji grins and you immediately regret asking in the first place

“Why would I? I can get on board with you being on top if you so wish to be.”

You’re exasperated, what did you expect

You roll your eyes, frustrated that you’re not getting anywhere with this

Ignoring that you’re also frustrated because of the images his words conjure and, he’s right, you wouldn’t mind being on top either

“You’re a fool.”

You get up to walk away from him

You should’ve expected that Benjicot Blackwood wouldn’t give up so easily

He scrambles to tackle you by the knees and you catch yourself before you faceplant into the ground

Benji’s weight lands against your back and presses your chest down, your arms folded between the grass and your body

“Blackwood! Get the fuck off of me!”

His laugh is right next to your ear now and you hate the way it sends a thrill down your spine

“Come now, little spitfire, you’re running already?”

“I’d never run from a craven like you! I’ve just decided you’re not worth my time.”

You’re trying to wriggle out from underneath him, embarrassed by the way the warmth of his body encompasses yours

“Careful, you might hurt my feelings.”

“I’ll hurt you in much worse ways than that if you don’t get up immediately.”

You try to push yourself up by your arms, but that just presses you against him even more

And he makes a noise that’s like a sigh and a groan

Gods

That noise should not make your face warm and your thighs tingle the way it does

You’re both frozen now, unsure what to do with that new development

He drops his head so that it’s pressed against your neck and shoulder now

“…Ben?”

“I told you to be careful…” his voice is much deeper now, and you can feel it rumble from his chest and through your back

You could also feel something pressed against your ass

“What are you doing?” You ask again, because you don’t know what else to say

“Nothing.” He replies, but you can feel his hands on your waist now

You refuse to acknowledge the fact that you’re not trying to get away from him anymore

His hands start to move slowly up toward your chest, as if giving you a chance to tell him to back off

You don’t

You can feel his breath against your skin from where his face is tucked against your neck still

You’re breathing hard by the time his hands reach your chest

You know he can feel it because you can feel his smile against you

But he’s breathing hard too

Still, the idea that he’s affecting you more than you’re affecting him annoys you so you press yourself back against him harder

You’re rewarded with the same low noise he made earlier and you feel the same tingles between your thighs

He must take this as a challenge, too, because one of his hands moves to your thigh and squeezes

“Must I warn you yet again to be careful?” Benji breathes

“You may as many times as you wish, however I may not listen.”

He laughs breathlessly and presses himself harder against you, pushing you against the ground

In response, you press back again

And you two continue like that, pushing and pulling like the ocean, rhythmic

His hand moves further up your thigh, pressing between them

Your legs part further without thought

You’re not thinking of much but Benji anymore

The movements of his hips are getting more frantic, his breathing heavier

His hand finally slips down the trousers you’re wearing to touch your skin directly

And you learn that Benjicot Blackwood doesn’t know how to shut up even now

“Gods, I always wondered how soft you’d be.”

“I knew you’d be so warm, I dreamt about it.”

“I bet you’re so beautiful, too. Pretty little princess.”

“So wet, gods, have you thought about this as much as I have?”

You wondered if he even knew what he was saying at this point, considering it all just sounded like rambling now

But you also couldn’t deny it, you had thought about this multiple times – even in your dreams

You have no awareness of how quiet or loud the noises you’re making might be right now

Probably for the best, though – you’d most likely be embarrassed

Either way, you know Benji can still hear you because he won’t stop smiling

If you weren’t so distracted by his fingers right now, you’d punch his smug face again

He’s lucky his hands make up for his personality

You’re almost nervous by the feeling that’s quickly creeping up on you right now – having never experienced it before and unsure of what exactly will happen

He must notice by the way that you’re squirming, almost trying to get away

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, “I’ve got you. I’m here, relax.”

You figure he must know more about it than you, which isn’t exactly surprising from what you’ve heard about what boys his age typically get up to at night

So you relax and give into the feelings he conjures in you with his fingers

He must be feeling similar things by the low moan-breaths he’s making and the quickening of his hips

You gasp, pressing your mouth against the back of your hand that grips the grass underneath you, when that building pressure finally snaps

Your thighs, almost on instinct, start to close around his hand that doesn’t stop moving between them

But his other hand moves to squeeze at your hip when his finally still, pressing his open mouth against your neck as he gasps lowly

His hips finally slow, seeming to come back to the world as you do

He’s still softly touching you, until you start to feel a bit too sensitive and squirm away

You’re both silent for a moment, aside from your harsh breaths

And now that you’re back to reality – you’re faced with one question more important than the others

Where do you two go from here?

[chukys-mouthguard]

What is, what isn’t

Words: 2.56k

Genre: angst

Pairing: vince dunn x female reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, pregnancy/loss of pregnancy, toxic relationship

Note: i have no clue where this idea came from, but hopefully the anon who requested angst with vince dunn likes it?? 🫶🏼

You’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at the front door waiting for it to open. The Seattle city lights shining brightly through the window. Accompanied by a floor lamp and the tv illuminating the room.

Your phone sat on the table, not once alerting of a single text or call from Vince. Thinking the worst wasn’t something you enjoyed doing, but it unfortunately had become the norm with him. Not knowing if he was truly out with the guys, or seeing another random girl behind your back. Yet, you still stuck around. Because you loved him. And you wanted it to be better.

The door had finally creaked open, Vince appearing from behind it as he attempted to slowly sneak inside. As quiet as he could, though he should’ve known you’d still be up.

Clearing your throat, you made your way into the kitchen. Vince tossing his keys on the counter as a cocky smirk came across his lips.

“I thought I told you not to wait up.”

His arms crossing over his chest as you soon mirrored him, the two of you finding your places in the kitchen as you both could sense an argument brewing.

“Yeah, you said that last time and you went out and fucked a girl behind my back, so sorry if I didn’t fully trust you.”

Vince tried to bite his tongue, not wanting to bring up old issues. Though clearly they were not just old issues, they were still very raw and present.

“Still holding that over my head I see.”

He scoffed as he moved towards the fridge, opening a beer and chugging almost half of it immediately. “You fucking cheated on me Vince, I have every right to hold that over your head!”

He wasn’t the type to harp on past issues or fights, but this one came up frequently with you two. And for good reason, your trust in him was gone. Vince didn’t particularly try to earn that trust back, especially when he joked about sleeping with someone behind your back.

“So I can’t do anything anymore? I’m not allowed to go out with friends? I can’t do anything without you assuming I’m cheating?”

His tone only adding to your frustrations, it was as if he believed he was the victim in all of it. That you were just being an insecure girlfriend. But you knew Vince too well, you knew that I promise I won’t do it again, simply meant I promise I won’t get caught this time.

He had a reputation, plenty of his teammates were the first ones to rat him out. They’d seen how ride or die you were for Vince, going to the ends of the earth for him. Only to be mistreated and made to look like a fool. But you also did it to yourself, still here in this apartment to this day despite knowing the ways he’d hurt you.

“Would you trust you?”

That smirk, cocky as fuck, coming across his lips saying all you needed to know.

“Exactly my point!”

Throwing your hands in the air you retreated to the couch, head in your hands as you were at the breaking point. Growing tired of this cycle, it was unhealthy. The stress you were under every time he walked out the doors, not knowing what he was doing, or who.

“I’ve admitted to the shit I did, I’ve been honest. But it’s like you won’t let us try and get back to a good place!” “Because I know it’s bullshit!”

Your scream practically echoing throughout the apartment as he was taken aback. Sure the arguments between you two weren’t uncommon, but you never raised your voice like this.

“How? Please tell me, I’d love for you to prove I’m a liar.”

Bringing the beer back to his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you, only fueling your anger and making it easier on you to keep this argument going.

Opening up a text thread from a group chat you had with a few of Vince’s teammates, you slid your phone across the coffee table. “Plenty of evidence there, as recent as tonight.”

His gaze flashing from you to your phone before he opted to take a look, a bit of anger manifesting after seeing which of his teammates had been the ones to rat him out.

“Okay, so why are we even talking then? Clearly you’re done. You don’t want to be with me because I clearly haven’t changed, so why are you still here?”

“You think I just want to walk away? If it were that easy, I would’ve done it months ago! I never would’ve come with you to Seattle. I would’ve walked out the night I found out you cheated, but I couldn’t.”

“Why not? It seems pretty easy for you to jump down my throat right now. Easy for you to tear me to pieces. Make it seem like I’m a piece of shit who doesn’t care about you.”

His tone, demeanor, everything was irking you even more. The attitude that this conversation was pointless or unwarranted. But that was Vince’s problem, never a conversation just move on and get over it.

“Because I love you Vince! Because I felt like this was worth fighting for having been together for fucking 4 years…because I was-“

Stopping yourself from almost smiling a secret you’d kept from Vince, never telling him after the cheating incident. His eyes squinting in confusion as he looked to you to continue.

“You were what?”

Not noticing you were crying until your tears fell onto the skin of your thighs, trying to hold it in but it was too late. You would have no choice but to open up to him now.

“Vince…I, I was pregnant.”

His eyes wide as he’d reached for the arm of the couch to steady him as he sat down. The words taking a moment to fully resonate with him as he’d searched for a response. “You, you were pregnant? When?”

“I wasn’t fully ready to tell you yet, wanting to be sure it wasn’t a fluke. But then you cheated on me, the fight we had that night I found out was so awful. And, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you because I was so fucking angry! The man I love, who I’ve thought about marrying and having a family with, who I could’ve had a family with at that time, went out and fucked another girl. Imagine being in my shoes with all of that Vince!”

Your tears falling freely as you’d finally let go of the secret you’d been keeping from him for god knows how long. Though the pain still feeling like it all happened yesterday.

“So, because I cheated you went and got a fucking abortion or something? You could’ve told me, you didn’t need to go that route y/n!”

Shaking your head, you quickly denied the accusation. “Fuck no I didn’t get an abortion! I could never have done that! But you really think that me being pregnant and the idea of us having a kid would’ve been good for us at that time? As if a child would’ve somehow magically fixed us? Fixed you falling out of love with me?”

The room silent as Vince had no words, the news of him being a father gone as soon as presented. His heart aching knowing that never became a reality for him. That it never became a reality for you two, together.

“I had a miscarriage…when you were off with the guys on some long weekend trip to Cabo or wherever you went, pulling more of your antics, I was here. Dealing with it all alone. And you never even had a clue. Living your best fucking life in Mexico while I’m mourning the loss of our child you didn’t even know existed.”

Vince’s head in his hands as he didn’t want to hear another word, the idea of your suffering through all of that alone too much for him

“I, I didn’t know. You can’t blame me for that when I had no fucking clue.”

Sniffling as you tried your best to suck up your tears, you were almost laughing at his response. “So that makes it okay? For you to continuously go behind my back, cheat and be unfaithful to me. It’s all okay because you didn’t know I was pregnant? Because you didn’t know I lost our baby? Vince, nothing will ever make what you’ve done to me okay!

You’re own fucking teammates expose the shit you do to me, they don’t care anymore if you find out. Because they see what a shitty guy you are. None of them knew I was pregnant or had a miscarriage, they just knew what you were doing was wrong.”

Vince finished the rest of his beer, before he threw the bottle at the wall. Making you flinch as the pieces scattered cross the floor. You attempted to get up and clean the mess, but Vince stopped you. Telling you not to bother and he’d worry about it later.

“What do you want me to say? Because clearly nothing I say at this point is going to make any of this okay. It’s not going to make anything better, god forbid it’s not going to bring our fucking baby back.”

You shrugged as you didn’t have an answer, not necessarily expecting him to say anything to fix things. Not sure if anything he said would change how you felt.

“For so long, I’ve wanted you to apologize. To admit you’ve fucked up in the past. And just tell me you love me, that you didn’t mean to hurt me. That, the cheating was not the man you truly are. I, I wanted so much from you for so long. But, now, I just don’t think I care. I don’t think I need anything from you. Because I need to do what’s best for me. And that isn’t staying around, waiting for you to go back to being the man I fell in love with. The man I wanted to raise that baby with. I can’t wait for you to wake up and realize what you have in me.”

Vince nodded his head, nothing you’d said was wrong or too far. Everything was valid, and he couldn’t deny it. But, despite knowing this relationship wasn’t healthy for either one of you, he still loved you. After all the shit he’d put you through, there was clearly a reason he came back to you every night, regardless of what he’d been out doing.

“So, this is it? You’re done, for good.”

“To be honest I think I’ve been done for a long time, I was just waiting for the day you proved me wrong. But, it looks like all you’ve done is prove me right Vince.”

The two of you sat in silence as neither one of you knew what to say. Vince eventually heading to pack a bag, surely he’d find a teammate to crash with for the night. You took the opportunity to clean up the mess his shattered beer bottle made on the living room floor, slightly laughing at it being a metaphor for your relationship, how you always were the one to try and pick up the pieces.

“Y/n, I really do love you.”

Ignoring his words you’d tossed the glass in the garbage can, returning to wipe up the small puddle of beer that was left behind.

“I’m being serious. I, I never meant to hurt you. And, I’m an idiot for doing the things I did. For you to have to go through this with me, being pregnant, then losing the baby. And you kept that a secret, that breaks my heart. You never should’ve had to go through that alone, and I wish I could change it all. I wish I could bring our baby back, I wish I could be the man you fell in love with like you want.”

“But you can’t.”

Your tone caught him off guard, no longer sad, just angry. Angry at the fact that he still was trying to make things okay, he still was trying to sneak his way back into your good graces and get you to not walk away from him.

“You can’t change any of it. Vince, you clearly do not love me. Everything you did to me, I don’t care if you didn’t know about the baby or any of it, I didn’t deserve any of that. Yet I’ve stuck by your side through all of it, and now I’m done. I'm done being made to look like a fool, believing you’re someone you clearly aren’t. So wish all you want Vince, but you cannot change any of it.”

He’d tried his best to hold in any tears, but you could see it hurt him to know he’d truly lost you this time. No sweet talking could fix the mess he made. He’d used all his chances, and finally pushed you to a point where you’d given up hope and trying.

“I still meant what I said. I will always love you.”

He slowly made his way to the door, duffle bag over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from the island. You’d trailed behind, waiting for him to walk out and not come back. To no longer have to sit and stare at the door wondering where he was. Wonder if he would walk through the door drunk, or having just left a random girl's place. The idea of no longer needing a group chat with his teammates to expose his unfaithfulness like a weight being lifted from your shoulders.

“Can I, just, was it a boy or a girl?”

The pain in his eyes as he asked the question was enough to stir your emotions. You knew the answer he’d hoped for, the two of you having talked about it numerous times in your relationship. Picking out a name, a nursery theme, the whole nine yards. And deep down, you thought that maybe it would’ve been the blessing you both needed, for things to finally change. But now, having lost the baby, it was more apparent that it was an even bigger sign, to show you that you didn’t have to stay.

“It was a baby girl.”

Vince bit his lip, doing his best to fight every tear that threatened to fall. His heart shattered at your words. Wishing he could hold you as he saw you fighting your own emotions, trying to be strong though he knew you still were hurting inside.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice shaky as he could barely speak the words, clutching his duffle bag tight as he’d finally made his way out the door. Before he could turn around and try to finish off his apology you’d closed the door, emphasizing that you were done with the click of the deadbolt.

As you made your way back to the couch, the Seattle city lights still shined brightly through the window. The floor lamp now off, as the only thing keeping you company was the lull of the tv. Laying down, you enjoyed the feeling of your back to the door, not having to keep an eye, or wonder when it would open, and when Vince would stumble through it.

[littledollll]

Hii, so I am going through some shit and I just really, really want Brienne comforting me, so can I request Brienne and squire reader who sh, and has scars all over their body, and one day after a long journey they go to a bath house and she sees the scars and takes a while for her to realize what they're from? I totally understand if that makes you uncomfortable, but I am really struggling with mine lately so..yeah

Distracted by beauty

Brienne of Tarth x reader

A/n: hi darling, I hope you feel much better soon. I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve mentioned before my little issues with writing but I really wanted to get to this better late than never.

Warnings: mention sh scars, insecurities, slight non-sexual nudity, wandering eyes.

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“Just a quick bath, alright? We head out again early in the morning so the sooner you get to sleep, the better.” Brienne’s voice cut off your conversation as you reached the bathhouse with the quick demand. You’ve been on the road for days, and finally it was the last night you had to spend out of your home. You noticed early on that Brienne wasn’t one to converse much, but after a while you broke through her walls and got her to engage.

With only a nod to her statement you placed your things on one of the benches, on the farther side of the bathhouse. Brienne thought nothing of it, wanting a little privacy is expected but once she caught sight of you beginning to undress her mind went blank.

She didn’t mean to stare. Her cheeks flushed red and her heart beat at about a thousand miles per second. It took her at least a full minute for her to actually register she was staring. She saw every detail of your delicate skin, many curious scars scattered through different places, some places more scarred than others. but she said nothing of it.

She snapped her eyes away to focus on undressing herself for now, hoping you didn’t notice her staring and were uncomfortable. She could faintly hear the sound of you getting into the water.

It was obvious you were looking at her too. She could feel you staring, which only alerted her more that you probably noticed her.

The image of you replayed in her mind, you were breathtakingly beautiful, and the more she thought about it it slowly registered in her mind just what those scars might be, and again, she said nothing of it.

It was uncomfortably quiet between you two. And she felt the need to somehow excuse or explain her staring. Not wanting you to think the wrong thing, that she was judging or was staring out of distaste, she knew that feeling very well.

“I’m sorry.. for staring, I mean. You’re beautiful, and I found myself staring before I even noticed.” Her voice was quiet, her cheeks still lightly flushed. She was quick to get into the water as well, unsure if she should look at you or not right now.

“You don’t have to say that, Brienne.” You said with a sigh, carrying that same air of quietness that she had.

“I don’t, but I mean it. I- think you’re beautiful. I did not mean to stare or make you uncomfortable.” It was a statement she knew to be true. But you’d be one to disagree regardless of what the knight said.

“Right, so you staring has nothing to do with-“ she didn’t even let you finish. She shook her head as she interrupted you. “Absolutely nothing.” She sounded so sincere. And she continued, trying to prove her point further. “I refuse to let you believe that’s the only thing about you that stands out or you’re any less worthy or beautiful because of it, because what took my breath away was you.”

You felt like you could cry at that point, and you really didn’t stop to think further about the fact she had just openly admitted to being attracted to you in such a way. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that… Thank you, Brienne.”

She gave you a sincere smile, one you thought was beautiful, and a nod. “I have many scars of my own. They might be from different types of battles, but battles regardless. They don’t take away your beauty, they don’t stop me for admiring everything that you are. And you’re as much as a fighter as I am. Never forget that.”

[battlinghurricanes]

I swear to god I'm gonna finish this Laxeel fic I'm working on, and hopefully soon. I'm committed to this one, I need to actually complete a project for my sanity, also I'm cooking with this one tbh. It's very fun to write. I'm posting a couple snippets for motivation.

The premise follows my ideas about Laxus's expulsion from Fairy Tail coinciding with Gajeel's infiltration of Raven Tail

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It kind of stings in an illogical way, to hear someone take his side after it’s too late. Or at least claim to.

“...Is that what you think?” Laxus reproaches, then continues before Gajeel can respond, “You did the same shit. I heard you when you said of course I would be a monster since I’ve got the master’s blood in me. I- remember that.”

It gives him at least a grain of satisfaction to see Gajeel wince a little. “Ah, true, I’ll give you that one. Sorry. Tacky, in retrospect, and also dumb. I was under the impression you were using the same type of magic he has. I didn’t know then that you’re a dragon slayer.”

Great. “Oh, thanks. Like that’s so much much better.” So he only changed his mind when he found out he and a different kind of magic, one he got in an even more artificial and undeserved way than inheritance. “I’ve got loads to be proud of there.”

A crooked frown tugs on Gajeel’s lips. “Your words, not mine. I’m not gonna pretend I know your whole story, that’s why I said it’s not my place to give my two cents. Take it however you want, all I mean is that I know dragon slayer magic. Adapting to it without a dragon to teach you, enough to wield it that well? That’s no mean feat- and I know no one else could’a done it for you. So yeah, that’s when your own strength hit me. And impressed me.”

A jagged, reedy peel of laughter breaks from Laxus, the sound rolling carelessly as he stretches back against all the tension in his spine, against the urge to tear at his scalp. “Motherfucker. Fuck that. Gh- Fuck that shit.” Lids closing, he lolls his head. “I was tryin’ to prove my strength to everyone and grow outta his shadow, and in the end, the only one who recognized my power as my own was one of the ones who fucking beat me anyway! What a fucking joke.” His throat aches.

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“Cut the bullshit.” Gajeel blinks and tries to get the two Laxuses swimming across his vision to merge back into one. “You’re following me.”

“Gh... I’m not.” Laxus glares at his assertion and opens his mouth. “-But someone is.”

That makes him stop and hone the full weight of his attention in on him. If he were any worse at this, Gajeel would have let loose a taut breath from the feeling, but he’s good, and he knows that near truths make for excellent lies when he can afford them. With Laxus, he decides he can. “You’re strong, you’re known for it, and now you’re an independent mage. That garners attention.” He can see the unquestioning comprehension reflected in Laxus’s eyes, and he would bet his ass that several legal guilds have already tried scouting him, proving that point.

“Some people have been tailing ya, and I happen to be on a job to bring those same people to heel, get it? Honest, I’ve got no interest in breathing down your neck- you shouldn’t have to deal with anyone doing that. I know it’d drive me mad. But because I’m tracking them, it means I’m also all but tracking you half the time.”

Laxus rumbles quietly, “Who are they?”

“Can’t tell ya. It would compromise the person I’m trying to help if I talk about our agreement,” he fibs lightly, silently thanking the master for finally giving a run down of official contract stipulations and enforcement the other week. “Especially to a non guild member.”

Laxus huffs, the line of his scar skewing over his expression. Gajeel offers, “If they could put you in danger, I promise I’ll tell you anyway,” and it’s not a lie. “But as is, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

With a wary shift of his head, Laxus frowns, then he gestures at Gajeel’s bruised, half-bandaged ribs. “Is that so? Because I would think anyone who can do this to you has already proven themselves as dangerous. I’d rather know who I might end up dealing with.”

Gajeel doesn’t respond for a beat, too shocked by Laxus’s open acknowledgement of his strength. “O-oh.”

[grapecaseschoices]

OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

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2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

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3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

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4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

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5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

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6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

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7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

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8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

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9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

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10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

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11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

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12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

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13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

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14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure,  it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is.  It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’?  Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into?  It’s yes or no,  Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?” 

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!” 

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.” 

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?” 

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

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Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

honestly, this was probably the best thing to happen to Dieter. So while I’m gutted he and everybody else had to go through this, it can only go up from here!

but also… he called Talia in that moment 🥺 that just kinda makes me 🥺😭😭

And also. I’m gonna say it and I know I’m probably alone with this but man… I found Lauren kinda annoying this chapter lmao 😂 like I know where she’s coming from with Talia not actually dealing with her shit but come on.. cut her some slack? Her famous actor boyfriend broke up with her via a phone call and then got permanently drunk while basically the whole world was watching.

I just found her a bit too righteous and pushy. Also the song choice for her, that was kinda messed up? It’s not like Talia wanted to break up with Dieter?? She didn’t have to show or prove anything to him really, so I just kinda didn’t like that tbh!

But this chapter was great!! I wish I could just continue reading to find out what happens next because aaaaaaah!! I’m so desperate for them to reunite when whatever was up with Dieter is finally better. I feel like he’s gonna be so sorry and I can already see him in a hospital bed looking all small and sad and puppy eyes 🥺

Thanks for the message anon! Looks like you’re putting me to the test today. 🤣

This response includes spoilers for chapter 24 of Destiny & Deliverance below the cut.

It’s definitely a good thing that it happened the way it did. It could have gone very badly if Dieter hadn’t of made that call. I think once it’s revealed what is going on with him, everyone will be surprised and realize it should never have happened at all. It is sad for all involved obviously…and to think, these types of things really do happen every day.

Yes! Talk about drunk dialing…The fact that he called her tells us he was ready to stop fighting his feelings. He wanted to fix it and he knew he fucked up. Unfortunately, he was too messed up to really get any of that out. It did hit the feels extra hard though. I also love that Talia didn’t hesitate to go to him once she realized something was off. She’s going to take care of him no matter how big of an ass he has been. She loves him too much not to.

So Lauren…I think it may help to have some insight on where she’s coming from. Let’s remember, it’s been several months since Talia and D split. Also, we have to consider Talia’s history. Lauren knows that Talia holds things in and will self destruct over it. She did it with her marriage and she’s doing it even worse with D. Lauren just wants to get through to her and prevent something bad from happening (again). Keep in mind, Talia knew an awful lot about alcohol poisoning. We will circle back around to that topic eventually. So, Lauren starts taking a bit of a tough love approach. Sometimes, that is something you have to do with people (trust me, I’ve been there). It’s truly coming from a place of love for her friend. She’s worried about her.

Now, on the flip side of that, Dieter was one of Lauren’s few close friends too. Talia wasn’t the only one who lost him when he hit that self destruct button. Lauren is also now dating D’s brother and sees the affect D’s spiral is having on Alex too. She is privy to information that Talia doesn’t have. She has communicated with Dieter and tried to talk to him just like his family has. Remember in chapter 23 when she said, “You’re both so fucking stubborn”? She was totally working behind the scenes to sort D out and getting nowhere with him. Why? Because he had convinced himself that Talia was moving on and didn’t need him in her life. Outwardly, Talia seemed to be ok with the split and he didn’t believe Lauren when she told him otherwise.

Now the song… was it messed up? Yes, a little. Lauren honestly wasn’t expecting that type of reaction from Talia though. However, Lauren did hope that it might make Talia think about how she was really feeling. It worked, a little too well.

As far as Talia having something to prove to D…you’re right, she didn’t have anything, but Lauren did. Lauren wanted D to know that Talia was in fact hurting over the split and missed him because he didn’t believe it. We have to remember, at this point D is not speaking to the family (or Lauren by extension) and she was looking to reach him any way she could because she knows how bad off he really is. The family is grasping at straws by this point. She saw the situation as an opportunity.

So long story short, Lauren really is stuck between a rock and hard place. She’s trying to navigate it the best she can, but it’s to the point where they are all getting a little desperate.

Hopefully that gives a little more insight into Lauren’s POV on everything. She really has no malicious intentions, she just wants her friends to be healthy and happy.

They will be reunited eventually. It’s going to be a long road for him, and Talia too. And yes, there will be a lot of sad puppy dog eyes in the coming chapters. 🥹

I’m happy you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for following along on this little adventure! 💜

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[focsle]

My sea chest specifics…it’s hard for other people to find or recommend some to me because I must go on Vibes Alone. Particularly because I want one off a whaler, and that provenance is often very hard to prove in ways that other objects (like scrimshaw or harpoons) aren’t. I don’t want some merchant boy’s box. I don’t want something off a steamer. So I’ve just gotta Sense the Vibes. I’m picky.

1) 19th century, goes without saying.

2) It’s gotta look kinda shitty…or really shitty. There’s gotta be something real beat up about it. I need to see the wear. I don’t want something that looks like it’s only been on a ship for 6 months and then sat in an attic for 150 years. I need an enduring sense of place. I gotta see someone’s butt print on the paint where they sat there for years. I need ink stains in the little till. If it’s made out of a fancier wood than pine, I don’t want it.*

* the one exception to this was when I saw a whaling captain’s chest that was…explicitly his. His name painted on it. As well as the year and the ship. Whaling scene on the top lid. Whaleboat scene on the interior. OOH it kills me. I deserved that one. If I ever see something like that again…man. But that was kind of striking. That sorta chest doesn’t come around often.

3) I need something personal with it. That can be a specific kind of wear, or intentional personalization. Carvings on the cleats. Someone hammering their initials in the front with a bunch of nails. I do like a painted scene too — those can also help give a sense of the type of ship they came off. Conversely if someone ruined it with a contemporary paint job with some Life’s A Beach I Love Nantucket shit, it’s dead to me.

4) Original rope beckets. Not…a deal breaker if it doesn’t have them anymore but I’D PREFER IT.

5) I pay more attention if they’re coming out of New England, especially Massachusetts. Sure it’s not surefire because things can travel around but….I still feel like my odds of them being connected to the industry are better…you know…

One day……….one day I’ll get one. I’LL TREAT HIM RIGHT.

[bxrningdragxn]

My Steven Stone Headcanons! <3

Just felt like typing these out tbh lol, should I share some for other characters too?

idk we’ll see

anyway, let’s get to it! :D  ✰ ~

He’s asexual biromantic :)

He realised he was bi pretty early on in his life, but didn’t realise he was ace until after he turned 20

transmasc !! I don’t take criticism on this,,,, like just look at the guy and tell me it’s not true

Yeah he knew this since he was a kid

His dad is very supportive btw, incase anyone was wondering

Used to be really shy as a kid

he loved exploring new places but hated people

as an adult he’s still not the biggest fan of a huge crowd, but he’ll put on a smile and attempt to make conversation

he just perfers smaller hangouts with close friends (and I can’t blame the guy for that)

Metagross was his first pokemon

his dad got him a Beldum as a kid

A shiny one! I love that they gave him a shiny metagross in the anime, so like, I’m going with that one lol

He became champion at a ridicioulusly young age, he was 12

a lot of people used to think he just got handed the title, or his father payed the league to make him a champion, eventually he managed to prove that he earned the title himself

Childhood friends with Wallace, Lance & Cynthia

except he didn’t meet them at the same time

He met Wallace during his journey through Hoenn, when he was 10 and Wallace was 11

He just happened to run into a kid with a feebas, they seemed to be training

Wallace told him about contests, Steven seemed slightly interested but when asked if he wanted to join he quickly refused

those two would run into each other more often throughout their journeys, becoming closer each time

He met Lance first as a kid, he was 10 and Lance was 12

They became rivals/friends quickly

They weren’t together often, with both of them being from different regions

but when they were they’d get into a lot of trouble together

When Steven became champion Lance already had his title, so his friend helped him out a lot

He met Cynthia when they were both 13

He was a bit intimidated by her at first

especially since she didn’t open up to him quickly

but they soon became close friends and rivals

He was ecstatic when those two became champions of Kanto/Johto and Sinnoh

They became a trio soon after

Sucks at naming pokemon, like actually sucks at it, it’s why he doesn’t name them lol

His pokemon do have nicknames, but they were named by friends, by which I mean Wallace, just Wallace

except Metagross, that’s the only pokemon Steven nicknamed himself

Honestly at the time of writing this I still haven’t figured out a nickname yet, I was thinking Osmi, short for Osmium, I just like the way it sounds lol 

Also Osmium is a type of metal, so like, it fits :)

I’m gonna say this now, since I’m about to talk about ships, but I’m not an originshipper, sorry :P

They’re cute but idk I just don’t ship it lol

I like neochampionshipping better

the lack of content for these is criminal

anyway, Steven fell first

but Lance fell harder

Except both of them are idiots who fail to see the other likes them back, despite the other making it blatantly obvious

these oblivious lil shits I swear-

Steven always vents to Wallace or Diantha about it

Both of them can genuinely not believe that Steven and Lance aren’t a thing yet

Steven ends up confessing first btw

And because Lance is a flustered moron who took too long to react, it could’ve gone very wrong very quickly

Because the lack of reaction made Steven think he didn’t like him back

but like they quickly resolve that

Honestly I could go on about those two but I don’t want this to become a ship headcanon list

Outsiders seem to think Steven is the smart one of the group

he’s not

He may occasionaly borrow the single shared braincell from Diantha

but apart from those (rare) moments this man is absolute disaster

He can spend hours at a time in his home office studying geology

he will be so occupied with it he will forget to take care of himself, because rocks are more important

The others have made it a thing to barge in and drag him out of there from time to time

or like, at least call him to remind him to drink water instead of playing with rocks 24/7

“That rock looks pretty” - literally anyone

“actually-” *proceeds to infodump about it* - Steven

He likes cartoons

will definitely end up burning the kitchen down when cooking

but is somehow really great at baking???

I don’t think he’s a huge sweet tooth but he’s definitely addicted to chocolate

I refuse to believe he’s not a dog person

I want to believe he has a lycanroc

He’s surprisingly good at video games

He doesn’t pay often though, perfers to do other things

but like if someone asks him to play with them he will

He has this specific face he makes when he’s angry and it tends to scare the others

It takes a lot to make Steven angry

I imagine him to be insanely patient

He just wants to be left alone with his rocks

He has a tiny aron he takes with him to caves and stuff, creatively named Spot

Spot was named by my oc Robin, but I don’t really wanna get into specifics about them

What I will say about Steven & Robin’s relationship is that he’s a bit of a mentor to them

but yeah that’s all I’m saying about Robin, they’re not really relevant to this post lol

Honestly this list is already pretty long imo, so I’ll leave it here lol

cya next time I guess ✰ ~

[gotatext]

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐲  ;    ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #6 !

how are you feeling about movie night ? did anything surprise you ? 

“ man, movie night was kinda fucked. obviously my clips weren’t great, but… they were all pretty old. like none of that shit i said stills stands. ”  apart from the comment about charlene being fit as fuck. obviously that still stands, but you can window shop without wanting to shoplift the store.  “ callie choosing frankie’s video was like a red rag to a bull for angel, i know that much. but he’ll forgive her, he’s just being petty about it. ”  part of jude feels like angel needed to argue with his girl for a bit, stop making the rest of them look bad. also, he doesn’t really trust couples who say they never fight. what the fuck do those conflict-less couples even do ? cherish each other and shit ?  “ for me it was more the shit that came after that surprised me. jenny asked me to be exclusive, which i wasn’t expecting, and while i want it, it just didn’t feel like the right time. we’ve had so much drama this week, i think maybe if that just calms down, then we’ll be golden. ”  and also, his fingers were literally inside her. not exactly a story they can tell the grandkids.

what are your thoughts on romi and marcus’s decision to leave ? 

“ romi is obviously someone i was very close to, and then suddenly not close to at all, and then after the double date… in some weird kinda in-between friendship thing with. ”  jude notes, struggling to outline the complexities of their warped relationship.  “ them leaving is sad, but it’s the right choice for her. marcus seemed like a solid dude. for sure i’d like to get to know him better on the outside. ”  he’s pretty sure there’ll be no shortage of club promos and big nights on the down in manny or the big smoke. maybe they’ll even make it over to dublin, air bnb it for the night, take a trip around miles’ gaff. feels weird that he’s got this whole new friendship group now spread out all over the place like the british empire in 1919 or some shit.  “ they’re definitely gonna be missed, nobody’s arguing with that. ”

are you happy in your couple or do you think your head could be turned ?

“ i’m basically fully focused on jen. i don’t really see that changing, if i’m honest. like yeah, obviously i have good chats with charlene, or adela feels like someone who i could fuck about with and have a really fun time, but since coupling up with jenny i kinda feel over all that. i do genuinely like the girl a lot. i’m not saying it’s gonna be easy, chick lives halfway across the planet but love who you love and figure the rest out. ”  shit. freudian slip.  “ i mean like who you like. whatever, it’s not…” flushed, jude buries his face in his hands.  “ fuck this shit. this is bullshit. i said like. ”

what are your thoughts on santiago and victoria ? are either of them your type ? do you think your partner would be interested in them ?

“ nah, bro. the two of them coming in now just spells drama. D-E-R-A-M-A, bruv. i’m not getting involved. ”  maybe he would have given victoria a look-in if she hadn’t snogged jenny right in front of him, but even then she feels like a poundland version of the bird he’s already got. “ santiago’s got some cheek coming in here all photography-guy and shit. that role’s already taken, man ! jog on back to cyprus ! ” or wherever he’s from. jude doesn’t even care. he’s totally not threatened by it at all.

are you grafting right now ? if so, who is at the top of your list ?

“ not really, no. ”  jude purses his lips for a second. “ i mean i guess it depends how this week goes. i kinda told jenny i want her to prove she can be loyal to me and shit before we try any of the locked-in bullshit that seems to be pumping it’s way around the villa like a virus, but i dunno. i’ll probably cave before a week’s up, if i’m honest. i don’t really want her having an excuse to cop off with the fit new seven-foot cypriot, you know ?  it’s just fun to keep her on her toes. ”

[fartburger29]

hello all..! ♥️

(well just me really)

working on an additional archive for Twitter (<- linked there!)

Blah….! Quite messy…

More down below…⬇️

SOME UPDATES!

I’m having a hell of a time trying to figure out how to code for my neocities & toyhouse…! I’m more geared towards setting up a neocities however, I believe I’ll be able to have more creative freedom or something; a toyhouse would be used for categorizing my characters only…!

I would like my Twitter to be used more as a site/blog status type of deal- but twitters is a bit of a dumpster fire and HAS been for like…well a long time. I believe a Twitter would also be a lot better for quick life updates and such…I’m obviously no celebrity and stuff but I like to keep my online presence organized.

I considered using Instagram for this purpose but that has proved…to be very irritating!! Many websites and apps these days have such questionable TOS and users, even this one. I am hesitant to want to post myself or my art anywhere really!

My blogs, neocities, toyhouse, and Twitter will likely be the ONLY places I post stuff on.

Anyways-

Some fun facts!:

• My fanart and art blog names syndo(here)/syndocia…! Mean nothing in particular as far as I’m concerned…I like to make up words that sound good! Hopefully they mean nothing crazy in another language…! Syndocia…(Sin-Doe-Seeah) That’s neat yeah?

• Sardega’s name was made with this method as well, but unfortunately I guess it’s close to the word “Sardinia” because that’s what pops up when you google it!

• My main blogs name: kisunyah- is an actual word! It finds its origins from the Russian language. КИСУНЯ or “cute lady cat”…I believe it also means a type of lady…hmm hmm…💭.

• I found the word cute and interesting, so I chose to change my blogs name to that!

Now, a break from the fun facts…

If you can even call them that I GUESS. That was pretty much some random trivia. My main blog…it’s completely unart related anyways aside from the occasional doodle that I’ll post just for fun. It’s just…a blog…with stuff I like!

I think it’s fun to see others interests, especially an artist’s interests. Seeing what inspires them and what they like let’s you see into their mind better…to better understand their creations…! Muhahaha!

Please don’t look too deeply into me though…I’m just a broke student whose been reblogging silly stuff for a better part of …? 7 years? Maybe, I’m not much good with math unless it has to do with money…even then I’m a bit clueless. I think I’m a free frolicking individual and artist above all else.

I can definitely say I’ve changed A LOT in that time…being raised by the internet takes a toll on one’s personality and behavior. I can say I was pretty insufferable- but I was a tween…a teenager…! Hell, I still kind of am. My thoughts and opinions now will always be my own, but being young on here…really rots the brain.

Fan spaces make you think a ship or anime is more important than going outside and shit especially if you’re younger…! Take breaks from your screens and play outside, it’s good for you. I’ve thankfully learned that…in the last few years. Late and embarrassing, but maturity comes to us all at random times. I’ll be 20 this October…that’s a lot to think about but also very fun!

I look forward to growing my artistic abilities and to continuing to mature and learn- never stop learning guys! > :•3

- Itzel (that’s me!) aka Syndo

[outofcontexturi]

Mon 23rd jan 2023 journal 2:17am

I need to piss but I’m here. I think I’m active again. my brain feels to be working fine again unlike on Saturday morning where I was completely stressing. I’m starting to think there’s should be rules you don’t do when you wanna get high. Rule number uno: do not smoke or consume edibles without eating first. Rule number two: do not consume edibles if you haven’t had sleep. It will increase your anxiety and you’ll have a bad trip. Rule number three: learn to micro dose your shit. It’ll make for a better high. Those are my three rules so far. I’m present as can be right now. I miss being able to do this without worrying about time but here I am. I really am an over thinker. I get so in my head about things because there’s an intrinsic need to be right. It’s like I’ve been trying to prove that I’m right all my life. It’s like I have to prove how smart I am to people for them to respect me. That’s how I’ve felt since I was probably around 7. Being conscious that you’re doing something in real time is quite a trip. If my mood was a number i think it would be 7.5/8 out of 10. I need to piss still. I missed the 2:22. It’s 2:23. My left foot is moving a lot because I need to piss. I’ve gone to piss. Exited the room and saw on BBC news that Lisa Marie Presley has been laid to rest. I know very little if anything about the woman. Anyways today is gonna be a good day. I do need to sleep though. I think I’m thinking about how tedious MYO week is going to be. I need to think of a way to not want to lose my will to live this week. It’s 2:27am. make that 28. sometimes I wonder if I have the answers like I say I do but then I ask myself do you really? cause things feel new and I’m not used to this and I think that’s contributing to my anxiety as to whether or not I’m doing well. I’m filling my mind with these time conscious wealth entrepreneurial “gurus” who come across to have a sincere message but all in all are telling me politely in other words to be in a different financial position than I am now and I hear it but like where’s the time when you’re in full time education. I feel like there’s a part of me i haven’t actually explored. I think my growth comes thru travelling without my mum by my side or so heavily influential on if I travel to places. But it’s also a thing where she believes I don’t listen to her enough and I don’t want any of her weird/crazy superstitions to come true. But your baby boys got to live and somethings got to give ma. This cold I’m feeling is so so heavy my goodness. I’ve felt cold days man. This is actually so bad. This is the type of cold you never want to be in. My room is so cold right now. This isn’t it man. This is why I need to make it out the hood! cause I can’t live like this all my life. I need luxury and affordable housing clothing and great value food in my life as well as a bad bitch that really trusts and loves me. If I’m keeping it so real with you. I don’t really know why I have a tense disposition but a lot of people say it and I’m kinda like I’m not tense? but people see it. I don’t like that. I don’t like that people see me that way. Don’t get me wrong my body is tense generally speaking BUT not to the point where I look robotic and shit. I just caught myself overthinking in real time lol. It’s 2:41am. I can faintly hear the bbc news playing in mums room. I’m also scared to tell people my dreams. I think it’s cause people won’t believe it and if people I love don’t believe in my dream I don’t think I can be around them. I don’t want to be around them. But I’m also not sure I have the talent for what I want to do. I wonder what’s robbed me of my self confidence. Unless I think my self and my art work in tandem. My art is so heavily tied to me you can’t really separate it without me taking very much personal offence to it. I need to learn that my art is only one extension of me and not my whole being. But I think outside of that i don’t really know myself like that. Like idk if I’d struggle to answer 10 things I really like or 10 things I do with myself outside of acting. Con 2:46am

[univemma]

It’s just three words.

Adrian Chase x Reader

"I don't need three little words to prove that. I just like saying it, he doesn't care."

"Okay, so don't. I bet he'd lose it if you stopped - he'd care about the three little words then, huh?"

- A bet gone wrong has Adrian losing his mind, as both he and Y/N underestimate how much those three little words mean to him.

Word Count: 3,517

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A/N: I’ve been writing fanfics for years but never actually posted any, I think this is like C-tier writing at best but if i don’t post now I feel like I never will, so here we go! Feedback is appreciated, just don’t be a dick lmaooo

Also I guess this is a SLIGHT AU, where taking down the butterflies just took longer than what we saw in the show - just so this fic takes place without interfering with canon events. SO yeah, enjoy :)

It was a slow day in HQ, John was in the back typing away at a laptop while keeping tabs on Judomaster, Adrian was away doing whatever the fuck he was doing (they actually had no clue, and that's never a good sign), and Murn and Adebayo were off doing some research for the mission, while the other three were left to their own devices, for better or for worse. In this case, for worse, since Chris seemed keen to imitate a talk show host and interrogate Y/N about their relationship with Adrian.

"I mean, seriously, it's just mind blowing someone actually likes the little nerd enough to date him, especially having known what he was like in high school?! You're a trooper, dude, seriously," Y/N continued typing away with a somewhat subtle eye roll, locking eyes briefly with Harcourt over their computers, "you're a trooper, I mean that."

"And you're a grade-A dick, Chris."

"Thank you." After dodging a few pens tossed in his direction, Chris leaned back in his chair with his feet on Harcourt's desk, a smug smile conveying just how pleased he was with himself. "But seriously, how the hell did you two get together?" he merely received a shrug in response.

"It's none of your business, frankly, and Harcourt, you don't have to look so amused, you're only encouraging the bitch." Harcourt shook her head, clearly biting back a smile. "What? Are you curious too?"

"I'm not encouraging anything, I just...Have you told him you love him yet?" With wide eyes, Y/N very deliberately nodded.

"Of course I have, we've been dating for years."

"Alright, I just wasn't sure - you guys seem very honeymoon phase." While speaking she glanced at Chris before harshly kicking his feet off her desk, ignoring his quiet whine of complaint. "And honestly, I didn't think Adrian was capable of uttering those words to anyone other than dude perfect over here." 

Y/N shrugged, "That's because he hasn't, Adrian doesn't care about saying it, it's just how he is." Both Harcourt and Chris turned to stare at them immediately. 

"You're joking." "I didn't think he was that emotionally stunted holy shit, are you kidding?" Y/N continued working casually, barely glancing upwards at the two comically shocked faces staring back.

"I don't need him to tell me what I already know, what he already demonstrates every day - he thinks the words are pointless and I don't care whether he says it or not." 

"You seriously don't care?"

"He makes his feeling extraordinarily clear every day, I don't need three little words to prove that. I just like saying it, he doesn't care." Chris' eyes seemed to light up and he shrugged in his seat.

"Okay, so don't. I bet he'd lose it if you stopped - he'd care about the three little words then, huh?" Y/N scoffed and checked their watch, swiftly closing their laptop as they stood.

"I doubt that, I told you, Adrian doesn't give a shit whether I say it or not." Chris raised his eyebrows, glancing briefly at Harcourt.

"Well prove it, go for...say, a week, and don't say it at all - I bet he won't last a day." 

"You're a child-"

"Are you just too afraid to admit you're wrong? C'mon, I bet you twenty bucks." Sighing as they packed up their things, Y/N shrugged. 

"Whatever, I'll be twenty bucks richer next Sunday because as long as I don't act any different, he won't even notice." They grabbed their bag, swinging it over their shoulder and heading swiftly towards the back exit, responding quickly to Chris' "We'll see about that!" with a middle finger over the shoulder.

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It was about eleven that night, Y/N was laying in bed with Adrian chatting animatedly to them from where he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, despite having a mouth full of toothpaste. At this point, Y/N couldn't even figure out what he was saying, merely nodding along and speaking the occasional word of encouragement. 

"I mean, really, what the fuck kinda privilege do cicadas have, contributing to all that noise pollution and receiving no legal push back? Really I should be killing them, fuck the human criminals - they're the real cretins, am I right, babe?" Y/N tuned back in just then, deciding just to nod at him despite their confusion.

"Yeah, you get those cicadas, babe." 

Soon enough, Adrian made his way over, not-so-gently dropping his glasses on his bedside table and turning off the lights as he crawled under the covers. Ten minutes and their usual "stop stealing the blankets!" discussion later, they were settled, a comfortable tangle of limbs in the darkness of their bedroom. Adrian mumbled out a quiet "Goodnight." after a particularly dramatic yawn, and Y/N repeated it back to him before tugging him closer and resting their head on his chest. 

What. 

Adrian opened his eyes and stared up at his slightly blurry ceiling.

Usually, every night, Y/N would respond with, "Night, love you," before they fell asleep - one time they even woke back up just to be able to say it to him, and yet, now it was... just "Goodnight."? Adrian reasoned with himself for a moment - it was pretty late, maybe they just forgot, and they were tired. Besides, it was just three words, he'd live to see tomorrow without them. Closing his eyes once more, Adrian barely spared it a thought more than that, and went to sleep. It was fine.

The next morning, as an actual official member of the task force (unlike Adrian), Y/N was stumbling around the apartment getting ready, thanks to an early morning wake up call from Harcourt calling them into HQ, in which she hung up before Y/N could even negotiate just five more minutes in bed with Adrian. With their shirt half buttoned, they huffed and gathered all they needed under their arm, disappearing from the bedroom to put on their shoes by the front door. Lying on his side, Adrian raised up on his elbow as they walked back in, grinning brightly upwards as they kissed him, stroked his hair a little, and called out "Bye, see you later!" over their shoulder as they left the room.

Adrian stared at their retreating form with furrowed eyebrows and listened for the front door to close before flipping back over to look at the still-blurry ceiling once more. Were they mad at him? Just like last night, they didn't say their usual "I love you" before work, did he do something? They weren't acting any different, after work last night they'd ordered in dinner and watched a movie, nothing too unusual. They talked about the usual things, they laughed at his constant nonsense commentary of the movie they watched, and they even did their usual excited exclaim when he announced he wasn't going out as Vigilante that night, crossing the kitchen in a few swift steps to hug him playfully, pressing small kisses to his jaw. 

Something he'd later realise to be dread settled deep in Adrian's stomach, but he shoved it down. They were in a rush, they probably just forgot. One time he was rushing and didn't say a single word to them before leaving, and he came home to them sheepishly asking if he was mad at them - it was a very confusing conversation but they settled the misunderstanding quickly, this was probably the exact same thing. They were fine. It was fine.

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It was very much not fine, Adrian quickly decided, as the days went on and he grew to realise just how often he heard those three little words, and how maybe they weren't just three little words after all. The day after the lack of the morning "I love you" was followed by an exact repeat, with the day only seeming to get worse. 

Having once again been confined to their desk all day, Y/N was texting Adrian quite frequently about how bored they were, being the only one in the office that day, they couldn't even annoy Chris or goad him into doing something stupid since, once again, the others were out doing mission stuff. And so, Adrian came up with a plan - Y/N always, without a doubt, said they loved him if he gave them something. It was pretty cute, actually, a habit from when they were no more than kids gifting rocks to each other, something that had sneaked its way with them into adulthood. And so, Adrian entered through the back exit of HQ with freshly bought lunch for Y/N in hand, once again, not something uncommon enough to alert them to his concern, he did it every now and then, as did they. It was just a friendly, well, boyfriendly gesture. 

He entered quietly, walking softly as he approached their desk from behind, sneaking up to drop the bag on their desk and gently place his now-empty hands on their shoulders with a quiet, "Hi.", as they flinched. Adrian laughed at that, leaning down to press a kiss to their shoulder.

Having gotten past the brief shock, Y/N spun in their chair with a fond smile, pushing themselves up to kiss his cheek and muttering a quiet "Thank you," against his skin before sitting back down. And that was it. The next moment they were reaching over to pull out a chair for him beside them, asking questions about his day, if he had any ideas they could have for dinner that night, if he wanted to watch one of his favourite shows later - all the usual things. And yet he felt so inexplicably sick. It was just three tiny words he didn't even believe held any power, so why did he feel like throwing up? 

It only got worse from there. For the next week they didn't say it before bed or in the mornings, or when he dropped off their lunch or they dropped off his. They didn't say it if they showed up during his shift at work and they didn't even say it randomly, something they'd mentioned was their favourite way of saying it.

They were watching a movie one night, Adrian draped across the couch with his head in their lap while they ever so gently played with his hair - his personal definition of heaven. Eventually he turned to look at them, meeting their gaze - a scene so familiar as they leaned down to kiss him despite the strange angle. But instead of the usual, "i love you", he received a different three words - "You're so cute.", as they turned back nonchalantly to watch the movie on the screen. Adrian followed suit, no longer watching, only observing, entirely wrapped up in his own thoughts. 

What the fuck. Why weren't they saying it - more importantly, why did he care so much - even more importantly WHY WEREN'T THEY SAYING IT? Adrian really hated this whole thing - it was just three fucking words why did he suddenly care so much? Maybe he should talk to the others? Adebayo was married, she'd probably have good advice with this kinda thing. But he really didn't want to talk about this with her, he'd known her, what, a week? Harcourt was mean and would probably just tell him to fuck off, and Economos and Murn likely wouldn't give him the time of day. Maybe Chris could help? Adrian was about a second away from sighing before remembering he was currently in their lap, containing it and forcing himself to at least try to focus on the movie. 

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It all came to a head on Saturday night, Adrian could've sworn he was going mad - well, madder, if his teammates' comments about him were accurate. They were sitting at the kitchen counter chatting idly as they ate dinner, having made the meal together earlier. It was so normal, a completely average night for them and yet just the lack of those three words stung Adrian more than any knife wound, gunshot, punch, kick, or whatever other wound he'd ever gotten. Eventually he felt too hot, like he was suffocating in his own head, and dropped his plate into the sink before making his way to the bedroom.

"I'm gonna go get ready, you know, Vigilante." Y/N nodded and continued eating their food, and Adrian hesitated in the doorway.

"Y/N...?" They looked up, smiling while trying not to drop the contents of their fork.

"Yeah, baby?" He hesitated, feet tapping absently on the apartment floor.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not? Should I be?" Their head tilted slightly before Adrian shook his own in response, smiling faintly.

"Nah, just...like to check in." He closed the bedroom door behind him, leaving the apartment donned in his Vigilante suit not ten minutes later.

Maybe an hour later Y/N was typing away at some work on their laptop when their phone rang, answering it with a glance. Chris' voice rang around the apartment as he proudly called out.

"Guess who owes me twenty bucks?"

"I'm assuming Adrian or Leota, you usually challenge them to stupid bets." He snorted on the other end of the line, they could almost imagine the smirk on his face if his voice was any indication.

"Uh no, it's you, stupid." Y/N contained an eye roll and glanced at the date on their laptop.

"Incorrect, I just have to keep this up until tomorrow afternoon and you will be the one who owes me twenty bucks, because Adrian is yet to notice anything." They flinched slightly as his clearly over exaggerated laugh came through. "Christopher that is the fakest laugh I've ever heard, you sound like someone is choking a Dachshund." 

"Are you kidding me? He's more than noticed, he was sulking in the office today - yeah, real mood killer - and when I asked him about it he told me how you stopped saying you loved him," Y/N could've swore they felt their heart stop, "seemed real upset with himself for it, too, dude's got issues."

"I gotta go, Chris."

"What? What do you-"

Fuck. Of course he'd fucking noticed, and by the sounds of things it was fucking killing him. They knew he was acting weird earlier but chopped it up to him being excited to go out on patrol, it was always a toss up whether his Vigilante-induced excitement made him act extra exuberant, or extra quiet, Y/N just figured it was the latter. They quickly tried to call him, only to go straight to voicemail - nothing unusual for a night out as Vigilante, so they sent a short text asking if he knew when he'd be home - only to receive no response. 

They sat fidgeting for hours, switching between frantically pacing the apartment, forcing themselves to sit still on the couch which was far too empty for their liking, pacing again, trying to distract themselves, pacing again, and trying not to cry. Shit, of course he'd noticed, they just didn't think he'd care. Of course he fucking cared, he probably thought they were planning some big break up behind his back!

They were perched on a stool at the kitchen counter when they were startled by the sound of the bedroom window shutting softly, turning in their seat to watch Adrian appear in the bedroom doorway, mask still on. A brief once over from across the room at least reassured Y/N that he wasn't injured.

"Adrian-"

"I love you."

They fell dead silent at that, mouth agape as they stared at each other. He never said it, god they'd really fucked up. And why did he have to have the mask on, it made this so much worse. Adrian inhaled shakily, a noise so loud in the deathly quiet apartment. They hated that, their apartment was always loud - either Adrian was talking to himself, or to them, mouth going a mile a minute in an attempt to convey every racing thought in his head, or it was a movie playing on the TV, mostly forgotten as they laughed at each other over random things on the couch, either way, it was never this quiet, or tense. 

"I...Do you..." He looked down a little, almost as though psyching himself up before straightening up. "Do you still love me?" His voice cracked at about the same time their heart did. They'd never seen him like this before, in all the years they'd known each other. Fueled mostly by their own guilt, Y/N hopped off the stool and walked over, gently tugging the mask from his face and trying to ignore her painfully squirming insides as they raised their eyes to meet his own, slightly red rimmed ones. Their own eyes filled with tears and they surged forward, hugging him close. He was so stiff during the hug and they hated knowing they were the cause of it, pulling back and holding his face in their hands.

"Adrian I am so sorry-" They realised pretty quickly that was the exact worse possible way they could've began as his eyes widened and he began to pull away, only failing as they gently grabbed one of his arms. 

"I love you, Adrian. I love you, I love you, and I'll say it a million more times if you'll just let me explain because I promise, it's not what you think." He looked relieved but still on edge, as though not quite believing them, but followed nonetheless as they tugged him over to sit on the edge of their bed. He was quiet, dead silent as they explained everything, and it was the worst part about it because Adrian Chase was never silent, and Y/N tried so desperately to fill the void in an attempt to fix it.

"And I swear, I swear to you, honey, I didn't think you'd care - or even notice. If I'd have known it would hurt you like this I never would've agreed to the bet because-" they gently held his face again, his eyes shining up at them behind his glasses. "-I love you, so, so, so much." 

He smiled at that, a little, and pulled them into his lap as he tenderly held them close against him, tucking his head against their chest, so Y/N could rest their chin on the top of his head as they whispered, "I'm so sorry, Adrian." He shrugged a little against their warm hold on him, speaking softly among the silence.

"It's okay, I was kinda overreacting." They shook their head.

"No, you weren't, and I'm really sorry." He pulled back a little to look at them, sniffling a little while he stared, eyes flitting frantically around their face. He looked down at their hands and intertwined one with his own, his other resting on the small of their back.

"I always said it didn't matter, if we said it out loud, because it didn't. Because I don't need words to tell me you love me when you prove it. When you sit and watch reruns of shows with me, and you put up with me talking for so long when usually people give up after minutes." They smiled and pushed some of his hair back from his face.

"Yeah, and like how you remember my favourite foods or drinks, and when you take photos of random things on patrol because you think they'll make me smile." Adrian nodded up at them, face breaking out into a small smile.

"Like the dog."

"Yeah, like the dog. He did make me smile."

"I know he did. It was a really pretty smile too." He sat up a bit straighter, resting their foreheads together as he stared at them. Adrian always stared a lot, and most people usually tried to make him stop, but Y/N loved it - it was as though he was so enamored he couldn't even take his eyes off them sometimes. He looked down at their hands again before looking back up, whispering almost too quiet to hear.

"I love you." Y/N could've flinched it shocked them so much.

"I love you too, Adrian." He hummed and buried his face against their shoulder.

"It won't hurt me to say it every now and then...It makes me happy hearing you say it, so..." He shrugged in an attempt to make the statement seem like nothing. But it wasn't, it was closer to everything than it was to nothing. Y/n nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Okay." He nodded too, and they sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Y/N gently stroking his hair while his hand ran softly up and down their back, moonlight streaming in through the window - not quite hitting them, just barely shining on Adrian's lower half, as though hesitant to interfere in the moment. Eventually, Y/N gently tapped the back of his head.

"Hey, Adrian?" He hummed in acknowledgement. "I love you."

Adrian smiled. 

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A/N: I feel like this is kinda ooc? Thoughts? lmaoo