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Late night ideas before I sleep!

It’s the Spider Daisey au because I miss it- and its about Eddie 🪦

I’m adding Venom into this au bacuase fuck it why not /j

Eddie gets possessed by the Venom parasite ☠️

I think since the main three have powers and they almost died, they slowly began to bond more while Eddie was unintentionally left behind

Eddie, being left out, began trying to handle small villain stuff on his own, like cleaning up messes and bringing back stuff left behind to Frank and Howdy’s lab for examining

In comes the Venom-

Eddie finds Venom in a vial in a destroyed lab, taking it back to the lab

Before Frank or howdy can examine it, part of it latches onto Eddie

Eddie slowly begins to get possessed by Venom, and it begins to mess with his head, trying to convince him his friends are abandoning him as more and more parts of Venom attach itself to him

Eventually, he’s being fully possessed and is coming chaos while he isn’t aware

He’s slowly distancing himself, losing sleep, barely eating, constantly sick, he’s clearly not okay

Once he’s fully possessed, he goes on a full rampage, destroying the town as he struggles to gain control of his body

Obviously the main trio are trying to save him, but are mostly thwarted based on the sheer amount of power Venom has because of his hold on Eddie. They need to free him

Once they managed to break into him as they recount their shared trauma while fighting off Venom, Eddie regains control and they can sedate venom

Part of Venom is destroyed and most of him is taken to the lab to be examined, but Eddie strikes up a deal with the parasite, be cooperative and he’ll stay as a host/vessel for Venom to use. He try anything sketchy, Eddie destroys the rest of him

Venom agrees and now he coexists with Eddie. They become buddies, it’s chill

I need sleep ;-;

I FORGOT TO TELL YOU TO HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT IN THE LAST ASK SOB 😭😭 Have a Great day/night Bestieeeee <33

Banging My Fist On The Table! Venom! Venom! Venom!!! My silly lil sorta-evil alien who I love very much <3

ofc Eddie gets the symbiote teehee <3

Sob not Eddie Being Left Out Angst,, my weakness sobs. Fr tho those three have done some crazy Battlefield Bonding and Eddie's just trying to fit in and help anyway he can. He probably feels so useless oh my god waaaoudagahhsaaa

Imagine they think Eddie's just having a mental breakdown and is genuinely ill but it's actually an alien parasite. Well technically the mental breakdown is real,, but the alien's here to!

Having no control of your body/Possession angst makes me ✨Unbearably Sad✨ Especially when the person starts hurting others and all they do is watch. bonus angst if they're in Pain✨

Eddie's waaay too nice to this thing that tried to completely take over his body and hurt his friends but. He also knows that the symbiote could Die without a host. Probably Not Canon To Venom Lore At All but I like to think that for a brief moment at some point Venom was at least a little scared, and Eddie felt it while being Venom's host. So yeah Eddie is sympathetic and feels bad for Venom but it all work out in the end <3

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yes please give me the Taylor angst cookies

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Tormented Spirit | 10

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: GUYS ITS STILL TOO FUCKING LONG I HAD TO CUT IT AGAIN T_T blah blah canon stuff/high valyrian inaccurate blah. please please leave comments/reblogs because they really help me with the fic. | cross posted on ao3

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Daemon does not come home to you that night. When you awaken, you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of food repulsive though, so you spend the morning looking for your husband, until your body betrays you and feels sick because of not having eaten. You realize that your state is not borne simply from worrying about the prince, but probably also because of this supposed life you carried within you.

You try to deny it though, chalking it up to your mind playing tricks on you. After all, it's laughable that you suddenly experienced these symptoms just after all the fuss of learning you were with child.

You thought you finally found Daemon when you heard Caraxes was in the dragon pit, and so you run there, run, much to the protest of Arryk, who was hot on your heels. He managed to convince you to slow down by telling you that you would eventually get to the dragon pit if you walked, but you would never get there if you pass out.

You'd never been so happy to see the blood wyrm.

"Daemon?" you call out, searching for him.

Caraxes is busy feasting on meat and Arryk is busy watching him, body tense and senses on high alert.

The dragon keeper comes to you, shaking his head, "se dārilaros iksis daor kesīr dombo." The prince is not here anymore.

You understood nothing, save dārilaros, which you knew meant prince, and figure he's probably telling you he is not here, which you could gather from simple observation.

You turn to Caraxes and point, "zaldrīzes." Dragon.

The man brightens, as he understands, "Caraxes."

You nod, placing a hand on your chest. You do a walking motion with your fingers towards Caraxes.

His eyes widen and he shakes his head and hands.

You clench your jaw and turn to Caraxes, nodding your head in understanding.

The dragon keeper relaxes.

He mistakes you.

"Arryk," you turn to your ward, "can you come here please?"

Arryk's eyes linger on the dragon a moment before turning to you. You settle him in front of the dragon keeper, and while he is distracted from trying to figure out what you were doing, you circle behind your knight and sneak past both, making a beeline towards Caraxes.

The dragon notices you immediately and watches you near. He lifts his head and sniffs the air, and only then do the two men realize what's happening.

"PRINCESS!" Arryk shouts, sprinting towards you before coming to an abrupt stop.

Enraged, Caraxes cranes his long neck, roaring at Arryk, making him topple back on his bum.

The dragon keeper screams a command and raises his hands.

Amidst the peril of it all, you are calm as you look up at Daemon's companion. It stems from the truth that it would be far less complicated and less painful to be eaten by a dragon than to tell your husband you are with child and deliver it.

The red creature screeches as snaps his teeth at the two men, causing his keeper to step back and Arryk to crawl back with him.

Caraxes then averts his attention, shaking his head as he circles around you, effectively blocking the two from seeing anything other than his massive, scaly body.

In truth, you think your heart might be impaired, because it doesn't race at all as the beast seemingly imposes upon you. He cannot seem to stop pacing around you, as if he was restless, anxious even.

Your face contorts at the bleating sound it makes. He lowers his head slightly inhaling and exhaling deeply. He makes another noise and you swear to yourself, the creature looks like he's fidgeting.

You feel bad, for it seems... you've upset him, "apologies... I was hoping you'd eat me."

Caraxes screams loudly again when he spots two other dragon keepers come to you from the other side. He threatens them with a snap of his teeth.

"Daor!" they scream in unison. No.

Caraxes seethes and screeches, as if saying, 'do not tell me what to do'.

He circles around you again, and this time, he shoves you forward with his wing. You yelp as you are knocked to the ground with a thud. You manage to brace yourself, grazing your hands as you did, but your chest still hurts at the impact.

The keepers scream in horror because of this, fearing that you would soon be eaten.

"HEY!" Arryk screams, thinking he can distract Caraxes. He can't, and he is losing his mind. Hoes not know what to do but to shout your name in terror. He can't help but draw his sword and immediately the dragon keeper is yelling something, motioning that he stop.

You whine as you roll on your side. Caraxes growls as he bites your arm. The fear finally sets in as he does this, and his powerful maw pulls you up to sitting position.

The dragon keeper, who ran to retrieve you, shrieks out upon witnessing this.

You gasp when Caraxes roars back, and you squeal when his wing comes over you. The strangest thing occurs to you in that moment, and your heart finally begins to race— not because it sinks in how much danger you were in, but because, suddenly, you knew you were not.

You come to a stand, and with no regard for your safety, you reach out for the dragon's skin, somehow shocked by how warm and hard it is. "Caraxes."

He hears you, though you barely raised your voice. He is sensitive to the sound of his name. Caraxes moves back, pulling away enough to be able to coil his neck and look at you.

The dragon keepers, who were so on edge, altogether fall silent when they see you in the midst of the blood wrym.

Arryk nearly broke into a other sprint upon finally seeing you, but he manages to hold back and lowers his sword, unwilling to sheathe it.

Caraxes produces a sound you think is akin to a mewl, as much as a mewl a ten foot beast could make. You huff and feel your breath hitch. You close your eyes and reach out to him, ready to accept whichever fate awaits you, companionship or death.

You gasp, eyes instantly opening when you feel the wetness on your hands. Caraxes presses his snout to your palms, and you squeak, quickly pulling back at the heat of his huff.

He lifts his head and begins to pace around again. You are certain now that the beast was, in fact, restless.

"Paez ilagon!" you exclaim, raising your hands at him.

Caraxes huffs, debating if he should heed your command.

"Paez ilagon," slow down, you repeat as the dragon fully faces you.

You, and everyone else who witnesses it, are shocked that Caraxes listens. He quits his pacing and slowly comes to a halt, looming over you.

Your lips wobble, humbled by the idea such a fearsome creature would obey the commands of such a pathetic being. You begin to weep, as Caraxes lowers his head, sniffing you. Your hands dart out to him when he gets too close. You slightly topple when he nudges you with his snout. You feel the warmth of his breath seeping through your dress as he brushes against you. You can tell he is trying his best to be gentle, but even then he is too strong that you have to repel him. He makes the faintest of sounds.

"Gods be good," you mumble as you gaze upon the creatures scales, "you can smell him, can't you? Daemon?"

Caraxes remains pressed against you a moment longer.

You sniffle and momentarily fantasize about the child growing within you. You lean into him in defeat, "you silly thing."

His throat emits a low rumble.

"It would have been better if you made me a snack," you mumble against him, feeling your tears drip.

Caraxes slowly lowers his head until he is laid on the floor. You remain leaned on him for a moment, and then you pull away with a sigh. You look upon the dragon, thinking he is so much like his rider, and stroke his cheek one last time before pulling away.

You walk towards the dragon keeper you had blindsided and lower your head in shame, speaking the word you had learned for Daemon, "usōvegon." Apologies.

He stares at you for a moment, taking in your now messy hair and dirtied face, and replies with something you do not understand.

You nod at him without meeting his eyes then hurriedly walk off. Arryk is quick to follow after you, and his skidding makes Caraxes screech at him. He flinches at the sound, looking behind him warily. You do not.

When Arryk finally catches up to you, he takes your arm and calls out your name. He is alarmed by the red smeared down your philtrum and cheek.

"Forgive me," you mutter, unable to meet his gaze. You do not stop walking, "I- I was overcome... I did not think of anything but myself. I did not mean to cause anyone such immense distress."

"What were you trying to do?" Arryk quips, taking in your dirtied face. He did not know if it would be appropriate to wipe it with his cloak.

You shake your head, still unable to look at him.

"Princess," Arryk speaks like a plea, "did you know Caraxes would not hurt you?"

You gulp, quickening you pace.

Arryk huffs in frustration, calling out your name.

He forces you to stop by dashing forward, coming in front of you. You look up at him, eyes teary and mouth parted.

"I beg you," he clenches his fists, before succumbing to his urges. He grabs his cloak and wipes your face, brushing the dirt and blood as neatly as he can, "please tell me you did not knowingly put yourself in danger."

The tears running down your face help him clean you off. You honestly say, "I don't know if I should tell you."

Arryk is heart broken. He clenches his jaw tightly and releases his hold on you. He steps aside and you begin walking again.

You feel awful as you look at him. He is sullen as he walks beside you. You wipe your nose on your sleeve, "apologies, Arryk."

He shakes his head and opens his mouth. His jaw hangs for a moment, but then he closes his mouth, saying nothing.

You turn to your side when you hear your name called.

Alicent, who was making her way to the king's quarters, runs up you, eyes widening at the blood on your face. The red had spread as it mixed with your tears. She quickly pulls out her handkerchief, "your nose is bleeding!"

Your eyes widen, as you did not know this, but you quickly take her wrist and slowly pull away, "it is nothing."

"What happened to her, ser?" Alicent turns to Arryk.

Arryk is eager to tattle, "she was at the dragon pit and-"

"I fell," you cut him off, blocking your sister's gaze upon your ward, "I-"

"You fell in the dragon pit?!" she bristles further. Your feigning backfired. "What did Daemon do?!"

"The prince is nowhere to be seen," Arryk scoffs.

"I was- am looking for him!" you blurt

"Caraxes nearly attacked her," Arryk adds.

"Arryk!" you whip your head to him then back to your sister, "he did not!"

"He shoved her back and she fell!" he explains, "that's why her nose is bloody."

Alicent calls your name as you call Arryk's.

Your sister takes your shoulders, eyes immediately watering, "did you want to get hurt, sister?"

Your jaw slacks, "I- I-"

"Does Daemon posses you to do such things?" your baby sister begins to cry.

You shake your head rapidly, "no! No. I swear to you, this has nothing to do with him."

"Then what?" Alicent asks with a broken voice.

You gasp for air and feel a shiver run down your spine. You cannot tell her the truth, so you explain instead, "my nose already bled yesterday, which is why it's bleeding now."

"What?!"

"I already fainted yesterday and fell quite hard, which is why my nose is bleeding again."

"Mother, please," Alicent whispers.

"Alicent, I swear to you, you need not-"

"How could you let this happen to her twice?" Alicent turns to Arryk.

Arryk lowers his head, "I have failed-"

"I snuck behind him," you blurt, "do not fault him for my impulsiveness."

Alicent's heart is crush as she watches you wipe your face.

"It is not Arryk's fault that my nose is bloody. It is neither Caraxes fault for shoving me. It is mine. My body is weak and I have spent all day looking for my husband, against the behest of my maester."

Alicent clenches her jaw. It is Daemon's fault.

"I will go to the maesters' ward and submit to whatever is prescribed to me," you place a hand on her shoulder. You sniffle, "do not speak to father of this."

"Make sure to go to the maester's then," you sister warns.

Dejected, you look away and walk off.

Alicent takes in a breath before grabbing her skirts, marching over to the king's quarters.

Viserys is in the middle of gluing his diorama of King's Landing when he hears a knock on the door, "come in."

Alicent enters, sighing deeply before pulling a smile.

"Alicent," his blank expression slightly lightens.

She curtsies, "your highness," and walks over to him. She turns her attention to whatever it was the king was building.

Viserys shows raises a block, "a new tower."

Alicent smiles softly, "pretty."

The king raises a brow upon noticing the stiffness to her demeanor, "is everything alright?"

Alicent betrays herself on purpose by nodding her head too quickly.

Viserys puts the tower down. He reaches for her arm, "what's wrong, my girl."

She takes a sharp breath, "my sister—"

He furrows his brows.

"—she... she has a bloody nose from falling."

"She fell?"

"Twice," Alicent fidgets with her hands, honest agitation for her sister taking over her, "because she's been looking for Daemon."

His reaction to the name is instant. Viserys' jaw clenches and his fists ball in anger, "Daemon."

Daemon struts down the great hall, making his way towards the Iron Throne. The night was now deep and the few candles lit in the room only increased the tension between the brothers.

The prince looks up at the king. The king and two kingsguard stationed on either side of the throne look down at him. Viserys clenches his sword, "and where have you been?"

Daemon scoffs, aimlessly looking around, "have you summoned me to nag?" He clasps his hand in front of him, leaning on one foot, "I already have a wife for that."

His brother laughs, hard. It echoes across the hall, but it is by no means genuine, "I would not have ever known with all the time you waste in brothels."

Daemon grinds his teeth, face contorting, "so you've summoned me to reb-"

"Did you say it?" Viserys snaps.

"... what?"

"An heir for a day— did you say it?!"

"..."

The king's nostrils flare.

"... we must all mourn in our own way, your grace."

Viserys sighs, lowering his head in defeat for a second, then erupts, "MY FAMILY HAS BEEN DESTROYED!" He seethes, "and instead of staying at mine, or Rhaenyra's side you celebrate your own rise with your whores and your lickspittles!

"And wife," he scoffs, "your poor wife... do you even know that your mount has injured her?"

Daemon stiffens.

"She came to the pit looking for you and the beast caused her a bloody nose."

"What?"

"You chose her Daemon. And in choosing her you prove time and time again, I bend to your desires only to be repaid with disrespect. You have no other allies in court but me, yet-"

"You do nothing but distance me from court! From the City Watch, even with- with her... you do nothing but heed the whispers of that leaching old man."

"Leaching old man?" Viserys raises his brows.

Daemon nearly vibrates in anger.

"You mean Otto Hightower?" the king's lips curl, "the man who begged me—"

He laughs dryly.

"—over and back to spare her sickly daughter from enduring a lifetime with a the likes of you!"

Daemon is wounded, "I am your brother."

"Then why do you cut me so deep?"

"I see that man for what he is."

Viserys huffs, "a loyal and faithful-"

"A cunt!"

The king leans back. His kingsguard are ready to draw their steel. Viserys realizes there is no getting through to him. He looks away then turns back to glare at him, "jiōragon hen ñuha laehurlion." Get out of my face.

"Lēkia," Daemon steps forward, muttering the word that meant older brother.

The kingsguards step forward, showing a glimmer of their swords as a warning.

"I hear it is the first time your Hightower bride has been separated from her twin. It would do her health good to visit Oldtown."

He clenches his fists tightly.

"Perhaps she might get strong enough to grant you a child," he clenches his jaw, "maybe once the gods have granted you a boy or girl, you will understand my grief." Viserys motions with a nod, "you are to return to your lady wife with no quarrel. Take him out of my sight."

Daemon does not wait to be apprehended and storms out of the room. He is bristling as he gets out.

"Mazeman bona ziry gōntan daor jikagon sȳrī." I take that it did not go well.

Daemon turns and sees Corlys standing by the door, hands clasped in front of him.

"I wanted to speak to you of something important earlier today. I hope your mood is not too bad foul-"

"Ȳdragon se sagon gaomagon lēda bisa jenigon," Daemon snaps. Speak and be done with this bother.

Corlys straightens his back and motions with hand, "it is regarding the Stepstones, your grace."

Daemon furrows his brows, vaguely recalling this topic being broached during one of the council meetings. The two of them discuss this as they walk down the hall. By the time the prince reaches your shared quarters, he's agreed to help the Seasnake with his concern.

You leap from your bed when the door opens. Daemon freezes as you scurry to the door, hastily running to him without even putting on your slippers. You stand before him barefoot, heaving as you clutch your nightgown. He stares at you, hands clenching into fists.

"Usōvegon," your lips tremble.

Daemon's face falls a fraction as he watches your eyes water.

"Usōvegon," apologies, you repeat. "Please..." you slowly reach for him.

He watches your palms press against his chest. He makes no attempt to move.

"Do not be cross with me any longer."

A deep breath flares through his nostrils. He realizes then that he is exhausted and shuts his eyes. He leans his forehead on yours and takes your wrists. He huffs at your feel, "you are freezing."

"I-"

Daemon seals you into an embrace and the warmth of his body quickly seeps onto your much colder one. A shiver runs down your spine. You immediately wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest. He mimics you, brushing his cheek against your hair, taking in the faint smell of citrus. He remembers what his brother said and repeats it, "ñuha mijegindita ābrazȳrys." My poor wife.

You don't know what he says, so you make sure to tell him what wants to hear— what you think he wants to hear, "I will not defy you ever again."

He does not care about that. He pulls back and looks at you. He wipes the tears off your face and a line forms between his brows, "Caraxes attacked you?"

One of your hands instinctively comes to your philtrum, "no. I-" you shake your head, "I fell."

You don't know why you think Daemon would be satisfied with your answer. He presses, "tell me exactly what happened."

You huff, "I was... yesterday, I fainted—"

"Fainted?"

"—then I fell."

He shakes his head, "this happened in the dragon pit?"

"... no. When... when I was chasing after you."

Daemon brushes your hair back.

You cannot hold his gaze, "I went to the pit, hoping you'd be there and-" you realize you cannot tell him what happened. You cannot tell him you walked to his mount and his mount did not attack you because he could smell part of him in you. You huff, "-and Caraxes got close and knocked me over."

"Did he try to bite you?"

You debate for a second before shaking your head.

Daemon sighs, "he must have smelled me on you and got excited."

Your throat tightens. Goosebumps form on your arm when Daemon traces your nose with his thumb.

"And your nose bled?"

You do not want to answer.

He sighs, "I will reintroduce you to him, so that he does not act so-"

"It's not his fault!" you blurt, "not really."

He knits his brows.

"When I fainted and fell, my nose already bled, so..." you motion with a finger, "Caraxes simply... set off a previous injury."

He says absolutely nothing.

"My body is weak," you mumble, hoping to explain it better, "I've had worse injuries."

"Do you tell me this so that I will not bring you to Caraxes?"

"No," you shake your head, "no. Just... so you do not..." worry, you almost say, but then the idea feels presumptuous.

"Not fault my beast for acting like one?" Daemon asks, as he heads for his cabinet.

You look at him for a moment then follow. You decide to hum and proceed to help him get undressed.

Your husband examines your face. The moonlight mixed with candlelight makes your skin glow. He is loathe to think your tears add to it, but it's unfortunately true. Your being glistens because of all these things. He interrupts your unbuttoning by taking your cheeks and slowly wiping off the tears on your lashes.

You blink at him, "better?"

"Gevie," he says, brushing your throat with his thumbs.

You nod, though you still did not know what that meant. You push his doublet past his shoulders and once his dress shirt remained, he is quick to remove his shoes as you bring his clothes to the hamper. When you walk back to him, he is picking out clothes from his closet. You are deeply confused when he hands you a stack of shirts.

Daemon moves to his other cabinet and says, "pack those in my trunk for me."

You freeze and blink rapidly, "I-" you turn to his truck, which was atop his closet. Your heart races, "I cannot reach it."

Daemon pulls out more clothing before looking at you. You watch him closely as he stands and reaches for the trunk. He places it on the floor and opens it.

You slowly kneel on the floor beside it, doing your best to keep calm in this moment. Are you leaving? You nearly ask him, but you don't because he clearly is. You begin to fold his clothes, but you cannot hold your peace, "where are you going?"

Daemon stuffs his clothes into his trunk and sighs before crouching down to fix them, "the Stepstones."

"W-what?"

"The Seasnake needs help with the Crabfeeder, so I will help him."

"Why?" you blurt all too quickly.

Daemon straightens up. He looks down at you as you shake your head and quickly finish folding his clothes.

"Why must it be you?"

The voice of his brother rings in his mind. Do you carry such low regard of him just as he? "Why can't it be me?" he snaps, "you think I will be of no help?"

He is taken aback by how you chuck his clothes into his trunk rather aggressively. His face begins to harden with anger but then you make a noise and lean into the trunk, heaving deeply in and out.

"Wha-"

You cut him off by reaching for his legs. He is frozen in place as you embrace him from where you knelt on the floor.

Whatever choler was building in him quickly dissipates and morphs into... fear, or rather, worry. He calls out your name, reaching for your head.

"You cannot leave me," you shudder, gripping his calves for dear life. You look up at him, face wholly distraught but not teary. You find yourself too tired to shed a tear.

Cannot leave you? He does not like the way you imply he would be unable to if he wanted. Daemon watches you as you slowly bring yourself up to a stand. He does not help you as you pull yourself up using his legs and waist.

Your hands remain gripping the sides of his shirt as you stare at him. You take in his stoic expression as you gather the nerve to repeat, "you cannot leave m-"

"And why can't I?" he quips as his insecurity gets ahead of himself.

You hear it in his voice. You hear how he thinks you're challenging him. You shake your head and correct yourself, "n-no," you shudder, "no, Daemon, no. I- I want you to stay." You brush your palms up his chest.

He can feel the tremble of your hands as they come to his cheeks. He knit his brows at your confession. He has to ask, "why?"

You could tell him many reasons. The one possibly most relevant to him is that of the fact you were carrying his unborn child. A shiver runs down your spine; you are not foolish enough to believe this would be something that would make him want to stay. You could always tell him you needed him, your health needed him, because it was true. As much as he clawed your fragile heart, he made it soar in ways you've never experienced. But there was a rather simpler truth to that need, though attached to a very complicated feeling, "because I love you."

Daemon's expression falls. Though his lips barely part, you can tell that he is gobsmacked. You release a shaky breath as you swipe his chin and jaw with the pads of your thumbs.

Should he be so shocked? Love in a marriage is not so uncommon, even if it is arranged, even if it felt opposite in the beginning.

So, what?

What was your love to him? It would wax and wane like his brother's— and his brother, his fucking brother. He could not grant him the satisfaction. Daemon takes you by the wrists and slowly pries you off, "you are mistaken."

You take a deep breath at his words. You are perfectly still.

"I do not feel the same," he mutters.

Daemon was not one to lie, convinced such an act was beneath him, reserved for incapable, lesser men; half-wits, and yellow-bellies. The only reason he could say this was because the cup in which you held your love for him was far deeper than the one he had for you, and he was aware of it. He loved himself far more than he could ever bring himself to love anyone; he would always be first.

Still, he was not an incapable, lesser man, nor was he a half-witted yellow-belly. He knew of the cup he held, which oft overflowed. The mere thought of you triggered a smell in the air, and at the mention of your name, his bones ignited. You were his, and you held his regard, his affection, his lust, and, yes, his love.

All of this, he was about to explain, but then your reaction blind-sided him.

You nod, "I know."

How terrible it was to hear it. He knew his words where callous. He knew wuch an admission is a gash from a jagged blade— to not be loved by who you loved. Yet your casual resignation to this information stung, nay, scorched his heart.

Is it cold? Is his love so dry you cannot even feel it?

His grip on you falters.

You bring your hands to his shoulders. You rub his bicep and smile softly in reassurance, "I do not mind."

"What?"

Your smile widens a fraction, "I know you enjoy the... delicateness of my body, both intimately and-" you motion to yourself, "-regarding my affliction."

He knits his brows.

"It is wholly contrary to yours, and it is mirthful to you," you nod again, "I understand."

"Do you?" he raises his furrowed brows.

You slowly loosen your hold on him. You pull away to fidget with your fingers, "do I not?"

"No," he scoffs under his breath, chest tightening far too much he has to move past you, "I don't think you do."

You are quick to grab him but it slips, "then make me understand."

Daemon stops in his tracks, turning back to you as his breathing picks up.

Your own does the same, but your gasps get shorter and shorter, so much so, you feel yourself get lightheaded. Your husband has to grab you to keep you upright, but you want to show him you have the will to overcome this, that you aren't dead weight, so push him away and mutter, "I- I can do it, Daemon."

He misinterprets you. You scorch him again. He squeezes your arms, "you don't want my help now?"

"No," you say as try to catch your breath, "I- I just-" you cannot continue.

Daemon has to sit you down to help calm you down. He tried to keep you upright, but then he realizes you were consciously trying to lean into his chest, so he lets you. You press your cheek against his warm muscles and sigh at the beat of his heart. You wrap your arms around him, "I want this."

He stares at your brown hair for a moment.

"I want all of this," you sigh, "which is why I want to be what you want me to be."

He finally lets himself embrace you, but just then, you pull away to look at him.

"I can do it," you nod as you take a final deep breath, "I can be a dutiful wife— I will be a dutiful wife. I will not defy you. I will do as you please. I will not expect more than I ought."

"You cannot do everything for me," Daemon says with slight contempt, a line between his brows.

"I-" you shake your head, "... I know," you shake your head faster, taking his hands, "but can I make you stay?"

He looks at how you hold him. He feels sick.

"What can I do to ma-"

"You do not understand," he pulls his hand away, "my brother wants me to leave. He is sick of me and prays for my riddance."

You watch as Daemon stands and paces around.

"He told me to bring you to your twin in Oldtown, and I would sooner eat Caraxes' shit than be tossed aside to the fucking Reach."

You shake your head, "why does he want you to leave?"

"He is weepy over the drunken words I spoke."

"Well, what did you-"

"Does it matter?!" he snaps, raising his hands, "I must leave!"

He is clearly upset. You nod your head and come to a stand, "then I will speak to the k-"

"No!" he shouts, "I will not have my wife act on my behalf, as though I rolled my belly."

"You are not rolling your belly, I am."

"You think there is a fucking difference?!" he quips, marching in front of you, "no! I am to leave in the dawn, so pack my fucking things, woman!"

You grit your teeth in an attempt to steel yourself away. It does not prevent the tears from running down your cheeks.

Daemon's nostrils flare as you go back to his trunk and sort out his clothes. He hears your soft whimpers and slowly begins to deflate. He wipes his face, slowly turning to you. He watches tears drop onto his garbs, "have you nothing to say?"

You sniffle and shake your head rapidly.

"No?!" his expression pinches.

You stand and grab the rest of this clothes. You sniffle with difficulty then sigh deeply. Your voice is shaky, "I want only to please you."

Daemon chuckles dryly, aimlessly looking around, "you think this pleases me?"

"Then tell me what will!" you whip your head around, clutching his clothes tightly in your arms, "I implore you." You step forward and haphazardly drop everything to his trunk, "I cannot please you if you refuse to tell me what you want."

"I want to go to the fucking Stepstones!" he points to nowhere.

You are shattered. How terrible of him to make it so painfully clear that what he wants does not even involve you. He does not want you, or even if he did, you cannot be enough. You lower your gaze.

"I want you to beg me to stay."

You look up at him. You chuckle dryly under your breath when you realize he's being serious. Your sorrow is not enough, it seems, now he wants even your shame.

Daemon tenses when you get on your knees.

You grip the fabric of his trousers as tightly as possible in an attempt to steel yourself, but it does not prevent your tears from falling. You shudder, "please."

"..."

"Stay. I beg you."

Your prince gazes upon your bitterness. He brushes your cheek and feels the coldness of your tears. He sighs because this does not affect him the way he had hoped.

It is not enough.

Dawn breaks, and Caraxes is restless. Daemon's things were being secured on his dragon, but that is not why so many dragon keepers had to keep him in check.

There, by the entrance, you stood with your hands clasped together and your head hung low. Both your wards behind you, eyeing your prince, who was doing his best to calm his ride as the last of his things were readied. Daemon did not know Caraxes was acting this way because of your distress, but the keepers slowly began to realize this was the case.

One of the keepers call out, "ñuha dārilaros, aōha ābrazȳrys." My prince, your wife.

"Rȳbagon, Caraxes!" Daemon snaps at his dragon to listen. Caraxes shakes his head and the prince spares the dragon keeper a glance, "skoros hen zirȳla?" What of her?

"Aōha zaldrīzes kostagon yknagon zirȳla boter." Your dragon can smell her suffering.

The prince turns to you, back to Caraxes, "iksis ziry zirȳla, Caraxes?" Is it her, Caraxes.

You lift your gaze when you hear Daemon call for you. He beckons you over and before you can move, Arryk grabs your arm and whispers, "I do not think this wise."

You slightly turn to him, "he will not harm me. You saw how Caraxes acted yesterday."

"It is not the dragon I worry about."

You look at the man, seeing how his jaw is clenched. You place a hand on his shoulder plate before walking towards your husband.

Rather immediately, there is a shift in Caraxes's demeanor. He huffs and screeches, neck coiling so his head could come near you. Daemon barks out multiple commands and his mount finally obeys.

The prince knits his brows then turns to you, reaching out a hand. You take it and find yourself pulled into your husband's arms. Your skin pricks with goosebumps when he whispers in your ear, "he wants you."

You sigh and close your eyes, resigning yourself to Daemon. He links his fingers into yours and places it atop his dragon's snout.

Caraxes sighs and slightly leans in.

Daemon is astounded by this, "I did not know he could possibly care for someone more than his rider."

You slowly open your eyes and look at the creatures ruby scales. "He does not," you mutter, rubbing one hand on your belly.

He does not hear this. When he turns you around, he catches you rubbing your stomach. He sighs and takes your hand, "do not weep so bitterly."

You cannot do anything but the opposite. Tears stream down your cheeks, "do not be so cruel then."

Daemon watches how your lips wobble. A line forms between his brows, "do not make this harder than it should."

You pull away from him and lower your gaze, "then just leave me now, and spare me the slow torture."

He tenses at your words. His expression hardens, "I did not ask you to see me off."

"Shall I leave then?" you snap, eyes red as you look back at him.

"Yes!"

You grab your skirt and walk towards the twins.

Daemon is stunned. He turns around and watches as you storm off. He calls your name, once, twice, and then he is sobered by the scream of Caraxes. You do not even stop by the entrance anymore, and walk past your kingsguards, who are quick to follow after you.

Here you were doing his bidding, following his wishes, yet there was no satisfaction. All there was... was less of you, less of your strength, your light, your fire.

Daemon turns to Caraxes, who was restless again. He pushes past the dragon keepers and saddles up. He orders Caraxes to start walking, so he does. The blood wrym begins to crawl towards you and the prince has to reel him back, barking out orders of obedience far too loudly.

Caraxes gives a loud screech before following the order. He huffs so deeply that the wind it produces makes you topple.

Your knights are quick to keep you upright, and though you so badly want to turn around, you remind yourself that your husband has done nothing but all he wants since you've wed. If he wanted you to stay, he would have told you.

You wouldn't know then that Daemon made Caraxes stop in his tracks. You wouldn't know that as he watched you walk off, he was mumbling under his breath that you turn around. You just kept walking yet he still waited for you to turn back, even after your figure had disappeared.

He would also never know that you headed down to the docks near the Keep, just to watch Caraxes fly away one last time. He would never know how your skin pricked with gooseflesh at the sight of the red winged beast soaring above. He would never know how hard it became for you to breathe.

"Gods, please," you mumble as your eyes endlessly watered, "swiftly return him to me."

Arryk and Erryk, stood on either side of you, glared at the sky as they heard your broken voice. They were on high alert as the docks were busy at this hour, and yet, it was necessary to convey their contempt, even if the person it was meant for could not see.

"Give me back my husband," you look at your reflection in the water, "or take me to my mother."

Before your words even register to either of the twins, you've already jumped into the water. Erryk nearly jumps in with you before realizing his armor would surely make him sink. "PRINCESS!" he screams as he undoes his armor.

"THE PRINCESS!" Arryk screams to the fisherman, "SHE'S FALLEN INTO THE WATER!"

The commotion is great. It is loud and frantic, yet as your body plunges and slowly begins to float, you care little. You feel someone fish you out of the water by the arm, and you want nothing more than to break free and swim towards your demise. But then, you hear your wards calling out your name, and you realize you cannot.

You say nothing once you are on land.

Both Cargylls has a hand on your arm, and each of them are worriedly questioning you, "are you alrigh- what happe- what were you thinki- are you faint- my princess-"

"I need to see him," you say.

Arryk and Erryk freeze. The look at each other, not knowing what to say. Arryk offers, "my princess. I fear you cannot see Dae-"

"Not him," you look between them as you gather your skirts. It is arduous, as it is soaking wet.

Otto was on his way back from the scrolls room when hears the shout from across the hall. He tenses like a rock at the recognition of his daughter's voice.

You hadn't realized how tired you were until you saw him. Your knees immediately buckle and you fall to the floor as you call out, "papa!"

The Lord Hand dashes to you, dropping the scrolls he had along the way. He gets on his knees and picks you up. He is aghast by your dripping state, and his anger is soon turned on your incompetent guards, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY GIRL?"

"Papa," you mutter once you are in his arms.

Otto cradles you, looking down at your sorry form. A deep line is between his brows.

"He left me," you whisper, tears wetting your already wet cheeks.

Daemon. Lord Hightower clenches his jaw. It's always fucking him. "Come, my girl," he mutters, trying to bring you to your feet, "let's get you-"

Your voice is soft, yet it still cuts him off, "you must not leave me."

Otto is frozen. Arryk and Erryk are frozen too.

"If you leave me too, I do not think I will survive."

[junnieverse]

— SUNGHOON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend sunghoon thoughts

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: lowercase intended, may contain typos (not proofread)

a/n: finally done with my semester tests (I feel so free) and i may or may not have gotten ahead of myself with this one… im sorry

a/n (2): shout out to my best friend for somewhat inspiring me with this one, can someone please get her that one romance untold sunghoon pc

sunghoon would be such a dreamy yet silly boyfriend to have and I love it lol

I’d kill to have a man this pretty to just stare at

and best believe he is very much aware you do in fact get lost and mesmerised by his beauty and just stare at him mindlessly

im talking “blah blah blah, proper names, place names, backstory stuff”

your eyes are just hearts at the mere sight of him

but what you don’t know is, as much as this boosts his ego, the tips of his ears turn red whenever he catches you staring at him so lovingly

he could be going on telling you an elaborate story and your strong gaze almost makes him stutter a few times

“So then after that Jungwon… he uhm, Jungwon-” and slowly starts getting dazed and blinking rapidly trying to grasp what’s going on again

he gets even more flustered whenever you throw in a compliment in there which is like a pang to his chest for mr.confident over here

in true sunghoon nature, i have to mention the ice skating!!

this is such a huge part of his life and because you’re someone so important to him, he wants you to be involved in that part of his life too

he truly is at his happiest whenever he’s on the ice but it somehow feels 100x better when you’re there with him

has to atleast show off some his skills to “impress you” as if he hadn’t won you over ages ago

will teach you how to ice skate if you don’t know how to

“Okay just slow steps baby, you just have to glide slowly.” he instructs softly with his hands out in front of you to catch you in case you fall as he skates backwards to guard you

will also use these ice skating dates as an excuse to just hold you all the time

heaven only knows if he doesn’t keep his hands around your waist you’d fall over on the ice

it’s a “safety precaution” according to him

does in fact have a whole photo gallery saved of you on his phone

the amount of candid and unexpected pictures he has of you is diabolical (your birthday is the time of exposure when he posts)

especially pictures of you sleeping because he thinks that’s when you look the cutest

one of his wallpapers is actually a picture of you sleeping with your head laying on his chest

he also loves being your little hype man

whenever you go shopping or get new clothes, he wants a full runway show of what you got, probably slips in taking a few photos here and there too

one privilege you have is full access to his closet and you have raided his hoodies

he doesn’t see them until you give them back to him to wear so when you take it back it’s got his scent

the sort of boyfriend to notice the small things and quietly help

acts of service >>>

you’re both holding hands and yours feel colder than usual, he will either rub your hands with his or place them into his pocket whilst holding it to keep you warm

will stop to tie your shoelaces

sorry the thought of him getting on his knees just to do that and then looking up at you with a fond smile

my knees feel like jelly, im so weakkk

he would probably say something silly while doing it too like, “I can’t have you falling if it isn’t for me.”

and this hence brings us to the dad jokes

bless your wonderful heart for being able to entertain and laugh at his jokes

he deserves someone who would understand his humour like that

“Finally, the pizza is here!!” riki yells excitedly as you were over at the enha dorm to have a movie night with everyone

“I would tell you a joke about pizza, but it’s a little cheesy.” hoon says anticipating everyone’s reactions as a small smile cracked on his lips

“Oh brother.” jay only heavily exasperates as everyone else doesn’t acknowledge your boyfriend’s joke but you’re seemingly dying of laughter next to him

they still don’t understand how you find his jokes so comical but they’re just happy he has someone who enjoys his dad jokes

we all know hoon is very much the loud-introvert type and he is no different with you

despite his obvious shyness in the beginning, he slowly started coming out of his shell as he got more comfortable around you, meaning he also got louder too

will suddenly begin to serenade you out of nowhere

you hate the day you impulsively decided to buy those microphones because all this man does is belt out lyrics at the top of his lungs whenever he wants your attention

(flashbacks to him singing pass the mic while in the gym)

his latest renditions consisting of Chinese songs because he is chronically online and that’s just his type of music he’s been liking lately too

and because he is so chronically online he also has gotten into this habit of quoting TikTok memes and brain rot with you

the boyfriend who gives you full access to his card

and he will buy you anything and everything you want with no second thought

“Ouuu what a cute jacket.” you said looking at the black leather piece as you take a look at the price tag and put it back

sunghoon on the other hand has different plans as he grabs it making sure to pay for it before you both leave the store

he wants to be able to spoil you and get you whatever you want without having to worry about the price

you also have never carried a single shopping bag nor opened your own door since you’ve started dating him

the day you even so think of touching a door while he is right there, the world will explode

if this isn’t common knowledge already, we all know he is a jealous man

look at him and only him alone (not in a toxic way)

God forbid you even bias any other member of enhypen but him (best believe he will only be giving you sunghoon based merch too)

because of his slight possessiveness, there’s never a moment he doesn’t have his hands touching or holding you somehow

he just has to have his arms around your waist, you sitting on his lap or at the very least, your pinkies linked

he also absolutely loves burying his head between your neck

it gives him a sense of comfort especially after a long day and he just wants to be held by you

add in the gentle head massage and he will be out like a light and fast asleep, he’s so cute :((

you just feel like home to him

he will and does send you post work out pics

what can I say, the man know what you like and who is he to not feed you well :]

skincare nights together is a major yes!

just ordering takeout, watching movies together and putting on face masks (we cannot forget the cuddles, those are essential)

yes sunghoon may be one of the most beautiful men out there of this generation but in his eyes, nothing compares to you

[roxoxoxoxy]

Hi, can you pls do a fic or head canon of ex bf anton who misses reader ex?

Includes:- pathetic Anton kind of, open ended, mild angst? Very mild angst.

I don't know if you wanted them to get back together or not so I left it open ended, tysm for requesting <333

Many much typo, no much Grammer, I very dumb dumb

"Oh and there's this really good ramen place right around the corner, I remember going there and...blah blah blah blah"

Anton can practically feel his brain leaking out of his ears from boredom, he feels like an asshole thinking this but he really wishes he never agreed to go on this date. He tried to argue against the idea but after watching him mope around their house like a kicked puppy sungchan insisted he at least try to have some fun and forget about you. The problem is that, being on a date, he can't think of anything but you and how he wants you to be here instead of her.

There isn't anything wrong with her, the girl he's on a date with, she's pretty and seems nice. They both have a lot in common, at least on paper, but he just can't do this right now. She isn't you, and you're the only one he wants. He isn't sure when it happened, when he got so comfortable that you would never leave him that he let himself get carried away. Being an Idol is a taxing job with little free time and slowly he started loosing focus, spending his free time playing games or sleeping instead of trying to spend his time with you.

It's not like he didn't know it upset you, you were getting increasingly agitated at his lack of effort but....he just assumed you'd never leave. Life felt so whole and good with you that he forgot there was a time before you, that you could leave if you ever wished. So when you told him you both needed to talk he was as dismissive as ever, that was until you said you were ending things for good. Antons world shattered that day.

He's been walking around like a ghost for the past month, it's like a part of him is gone and he can't get it back. He wishes he had begged you to take him back that day, he was too prideful to do anything but accept it at the time but now all he wants to do is go back in time and promise he'll change, that he'll love you like you deserve. He feels like a fool, loosing the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Are you even listening?" Her voice snaps him out of his trance. He looks around, a bit embarrassed.

"uh....I'm...I'm sorry." Is all he can muster up to say, because he really is sorry for wasting her time like this. She just sighs, poking around at her food, looking annoyed. He doesn't say anything to make her feel better, eating his food in silence till the bill comes.

He sighs when he finally leaves the restaurant, sitting down on his car and sinking into his seat. He's miserable without you, up until this point he'd been hesitant to accept it but it's true. His life isn't the same without you in it.

He opens up his phone, scrolling through his contacts till he finds yours. 'Future wife (🤞🏻)' he thought the contact name was sweet at the time, especially since he was so sure you would be his future wife but now it just hurts to look at. He contemplates back and forth between calling you, it's pathetic, he thinks to himself, you've probably moved on and he'd just be making a fool out of himself, he just needs to move on and give it time. He calls anyway.

The phone seems to ring forever, it's only rung twice but it sure feels like eternity, his heart is beating out of his chest and he's immediately regretting his actions. What if you don't pick up? What if you do pick up? What's worse? If he cuts the call now you'll still get the notification, god be probably seems so desperate-

"...Anton?" he lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when he hears your voice. Surely you care about him at least a little bit if you picked up.

"...Can we talk?.... please just hear me out, I love you, I'm so sorry"

If you guys have any ideas future fics, my ask box is open :3

[chiara8104]

Helloo!

*cough cough*

Alright, ignore the fact that I have no patience but hear me out:

A vacation with Carlos Sainz somewhere in like Italy and there's like so much fluff and some trouble communicating with Italians and at the end of the day they joke about different funny interactions in their day, tease each other. In the mornings, Carlos likes to make fresh pancakes because he says that everyone loves pancakes and then they both sit down together, eating and Carlos is just sweetly flirting but nothing suggestive, just really gentle. They go for a morning walk even if Carlos says he just wants to lay down in bed all day because he's not the most morning person to exist. But he ultimately listens to his woman because he's a 'good boyfriend' as he says. And blah, blah, blah, I could yap about this for hours.

Really, you do not have to write anything if you don't wish to, it's understandable, just make sure you're doing well and staying hydrated!

Mwah, (still thinking about an anon name)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

cuddles and gelato - C55

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a/n: heyyy im back. i’ve been in a slump recently, school has been so busy and i’ve genuinely had NO time to myself. anyway, i did well on physics test (A, your girl ateeee) and got into my schools choir and vocal jazz! anyway, this fic literally fuelled my passion for writing again. anyway don’t forget MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! lowkey nobody has been sending in requests which is another reason for me not posting!

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, a bit suggestive (if u squint), not proofread (im too lazy so ignore my typos) , horribly translated spanish and italian (don’t come for me)

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The salty scent of the sea wafted through the open balcony doors, where the morning sun peeked into the room with a quiet persistence. A soft breeze fluttered the white curtains, and the faraway sound of waves lapping against the Amalfi cliffs was like nature’s lullaby turned morning anthem. You stirred under the linen sheets, still tangled in dreams, when the familiar scent of golden, sweet batter filled the air.

“Mi amor…” a low, slightly amused voice called from the doorway, dragging out the syllables in a sing-song tone. “Guess what time it is.”

You cracked one eye open to find Carlos standing there in pajama pants and a slightly-too-tight white t-shirt, a spatula in one hand and a mischievous smirk on his face.

“It’s way too early for your pancake campaign,” you groaned playfully, burying your face into the pillow.

Carlos chuckled, crossing the room in a few quick strides and sitting at the edge of the bed. “But everybody loves pancakes. Even you. Especially you. Don’t lie to me,” he said, poking your side gently.

You peeked at him again, this time grinning. “How do you have this much energy this early? You’re the one who whines about mornings every single day.”

He gasped with mock offense. “Whines? Me?” he pressed a hand to his chest. “I am simply… expressing my desire to stay in bed forever. With you, obviamente.”

You laughed, finally sitting up. The golden light painted Carlos in soft hues, highlighting the relaxed curls of his dark hair and the sparkle in his eyes that was reserved only for these quiet moments. “Alright, alright. You win. Pancakes first, then a walk.”

Carlos groaned, already anticipating your morning plans. “I knew you were going to say that. Can’t we just eat pancakes in bed and then… sleep again?”

You kissed his cheek. “Nope. You said you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember? Good boyfriends go on morning walks.”

He narrowed his eyes, but his lips curved into a smile. “You are using my words against me. I feel betrayed.” Still, he offered you his hand. “Come on. The pancakes are going to get cold, and I made the blueberry kind you like.”

⸻

Breakfast was always your favorite. Not just because of the pancakes—which were, admittedly, always perfectly fluffy and golden—but because of the way Carlos looked at you while you ate. Like you were a secret only he knew. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked through a mouthful of syrupy pancake.

“I’m admiring my masterpiece,” he said, smug.

“The pancakes?”

He leaned closer over the little round table on the terrace and tapped your nose with his finger. “No. You, tonta.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass of orange juice. “Smooth, Sainz. Very smooth.”

⸻

Later, after you’d successfully dragged him out for a walk through the cobblestone streets of Positano, the real adventure began.

First, there was the incident at the tiny bakery on the corner, where Carlos tried to order un cornetto alla crema but somehow asked for a ��cream horn for his aunt” instead. The barista gave him a very concerned look, and you had to step in, half laughing, half apologizing in your own clumsy Italian.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he grumbled, ears red, as you walked away with your pastries.

“I was enjoying the show,” you giggled. “Besides, I didn’t know you had an aunt who needed a cream horn.”

He glared at you playfully. “You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Then there was the beach umbrella fiasco, where Carlos tried to help set it up but ended up knocking over an entire row of chairs and getting scolded by an older Italian man who spoke rapid-fire and pointed dramatically. Carlos just kept nodding, saying, “Sì, sì, scusi, signore,” while you tried not to cry from laughter.

“I swear, I’m usually good with dads,” Carlos mumbled once you were finally settled with your umbrella—upright this time.

“Maybe just not Italian dads.”

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By sunset, you were both sun-kissed, tired, and full of gelato.

Back at the apartment, you curled up on the couch together, legs tangled, heads resting on shoulders. The orange-pink glow of the evening painted the sky outside like a watercolor.

Carlos shifted so he could look at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You know… today was a disaster.”

You snorted. “A beautiful disaster.”

He laughed. “Seriously. I butchered the language, nearly took out a whole beach, and let you convince me to walk two miles before 10 a.m. I must really love you.”

You turned to him, eyes warm. “You do. But also, you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember?”

Carlos groaned, throwing his head back. “You’re never letting that go either, are you?”

“Never,” you said, snuggling closer.

He kissed your forehead, his voice softer now. “Still the best vacation ever.”

⸻

The next morning…

Carlos made pancakes again. He always did. Even if he claimed to hate mornings, he never let you wake up without them. This time, he added lemon zest and ricotta to make them “extra Italian,” as he said, with a flourish.

You sat together at the same little table on the terrace, your feet on his lap, the world slow and quiet around you.

“You know,” he said between bites, “I was thinking. Maybe we should stay another week.”

You tilted your head. “Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle another day of my early walks and linguistic disasters?”

Carlos grinned. “True. But I think I could survive if it means more pancakes and watching you try to haggle over beach towels.”

You tossed a napkin at him. “Hey, I almost got us a deal.”

He caught it, laughing. “Almost. But the old lady definitely charged you more for calling her a ‘fiery sponge’ instead of a ‘bargaining queen.’”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning, while he leaned across the table to kiss your cheek.

“La mia ragazza… my brave, fearless, slightly confused tourist.”

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a/n: lmk what u think!! don’t forget requests r always open 🫶

xoxo chia!

[illubean]

Hii!! Im a new fan but i really REALLY. Like youre jjba series!!

But I was wondering if you could do part 3 jotaro x fem reader that has similar powers as Blair from soul eater (like begin able to transform into a cat, and begin a witch all that fun stuff) ?? 🙏🏼

have a having a good day/night!! ��

( Sorry if I misspelled or if there's any typos english is not my first language (-ω-；). )

Jotaro W/ a Blair!Gf

Characters: Jotaro Kujo Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

GETTING MORE JOJO RQS WE'RE SO BACK

Warnings: mentions of nudity but like,,,not sexual?

the first time he saw you floating around on a pumpkin and blowing stuff up he assumed it was just some weird stand power he's never heard of

but when Avdol was like that is NOT a stand he was confused

bro hunted and pinned you down just so he could figure out wtf was going on

"it wouldn't be that fun if I just told you, pretty boy."

and he's like wtf why are u flirting with me

lets just say somehow you die in front of him then come back as a cat and boom you tell him you're just a cat with insane powers and you have 9 (well...now 8) lives

and now that he knows what you are he's satisfied i guess? still confused but if stands exist so can you

and now he cannot get rid of you >.<

you just follow him around and complain about how boring things have been and blah blah blah and bro is just like oh good grief

at one point he just stops trying to get rid of you

for some reason you're a lot more comfortable with being naked or wearing next to nothing than most people..

one time your top got destroyed in a fight and you walked around like that for god knows how long until Jotaro gave you his jacket with a "good grief"

once you guys get into a relationship he tries to make sure you keep all of your remaining lives

bro isn't so sure how he feels about you flirting your way through the market and getting free fish though...

he rather just pay for you then see some old guy make heart eyes at you

he always makes sure to stand behind you when you wear short skirts/shirts and glare at any man who even glances in your direction

will never admit it even if you ask him but bro gets a teeny bit jealous

he's like a silent, big and scary dog

[marsdql]

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲: 𝗵𝗶𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 / 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 (???) — MAIN PINNED

✾ ─── 𝘵𝘸. 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

Hi everyoneeee I’m sorry in advance for all the typos in this messy lil rant … I’m not read proofing this lol

I don’t know what’s up with me but I suddenly got a huge chunk of guilt and shame thrown at me when I looked at my fanficion, more specifically my posts containing smut. — I’ve never been the one to be very religious and I have no idea where this came from??? So it was really random but it just gave me the urge to remove everything and start over.

At first I was telling myself that I’d remove the smut posts and I’d continue with fluff/angst fics but then remembered about the fact that people can still see my posts from the reblogs and that just rlly sank in and added more to my shame .. like .. it’s done I can’t remove it completely even if I wanted to . I feel like I’ve sinned and I’ll continue sinning each time someone comes across the posts

Now like I’m scared to stay on here because I’ll get reminded about the fanfics I made in the past each time someone likes it from a reblog and I just know I can’t handle remembering about it I just want to forget it completely

I don’t wanna take a break off of the app either because I know it wouldn’t change anything, id be stressed the entire time off the app and then when I’m come back, those posts are still there so like nothing rlly happend???

And I know this is my fault and this is js me dealing with the consequences of my actions and I’m not blaming or asking anyone to delete their reblog of my ffs I’m aware this is all a me problem concerning my life stuff wtv BUT IT STILL KILLS ME IDK I know I shouldn’t have done this but I Gen never felt such guilt after « sinning »?? It’s like I never really cared about this stuff and I don’t know where this came from but it’s gen ruining my mental health so bad to the point I feel disgusted even trying to write anything close to smut again . I feel unpure and dirty in a way I can’t explain it and the problem is I don’t feel this way when reading it, only when I make it and idk man 😭😭😭 recently I’ve been having so many things go wrong in my life and I feel like this just added on top of it even tho writing was what usually made me forever about my problems

At the same time, I know I’m really attached to this account and my followers. It’s my very first account where I started writing so it means a lot to me.:: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to delete it EVEN THOUGH I’d probably flop without it since most of my followers are here for the smut more than the fluff or angst. I feel like removing the smut might kind of ruin the whole vibe of the account. I’m also too scared to leave tumblr forever or to remake an account and flop even worse or to not regain my current moots on it (I know I’m too scared to tell everyone « oh hi this is my new acc » blah blah) and I’m so embarrassed of this post so I’m not tagging anyone either

I have no idea what I’m talking about anymore. Sorry if this was so so messy. I’m too embarrassed to look over at whatever I just wrote and fix anything . All in all Im so confused on what to do and that’s leading me to possibly quitting my account for good even though I know that doesn’t change the fact my posts will still be available here (I js wanna forget abt it) . This is why all my posts have been removed and if I stay, i won’t be making smut anymore or even keep my reblogs available bcz I’m took scared of becoming bipolar about posting then wanting to delete and not being able to fully delete it from the app

[reclist]

hi its me again asking for help fixing typos/grammar/anything that doesnt make sense

you know, they tell you: when you don’t now what to write, write about not knowing what to write

but what do you do when there’s too much of it? how do i write it into submission? into more managable, shorter sentences, so words spell words and not script a scene

maybe i’m dramatic because nothing’s small enough to fit my body. have you ever thought about it like that? ever had your guts inflate until you’re puking them out?

you should thank me for dramatizing words. this way the only inconvinience is turning the page. what a bummer to clean blood off my bedroom floor. your hands weren’t meant to– blah blah blah

at least we’d have something to talk about

i do feel a little insane at times; so i write it down and hand it out because i’ve forgotten what it’s like to laugh outside of folie a deux 

and we do laugh, don’t we?

[shouyuus]

I don't do anonymous, deal with it 💅🏻

1) where is your FAVORITE place to write? like, it seldom fails you when you sit down at this place and open your phone/laptop.

2) BESIDES the obvious traits: being a dickwad, racists, bigot, mean, blah blah blah, who are your least favorite kind of people to be around?

3) what is the most coveted thing that you own???

anonymously ask 3 things u wanna know about me

HI CORT!!! lmfao yeah if imma be invasive imma be invasive WITH MY WHOLE CHEST LSKDJF

on my stomach, in bed, with ALL the lights off, half a glass of wine -- this is almost unbeatable bc i've realized that in the half-asleep delusional state i overthink much less about the words im putting down so i come up with some bANGER LINES; the only downside is SO MANY TYPOS SDLKFJSD

parents with screaming children they refuse to make shut up -- im sry but i have such low tolerance for a screaming child in a public space; and i'm not blaming the child bc 10000% it's on the parents to a) set a good example for being mindful and polite in public and b) to SHUT UP UR CHILD if they're being a public nuisance

coveted???? DOES MY APARTMENT COUNT no i don't own it tho i just rent it LOL uhmmm probably this tiny lil abacus that my grandpa gave me -- it's from wwii and its super cool like its barely bigger than two quarters next to each other but it's a functioning abacus made of metal, and he kept it on the brim of his hat during wwii and i always thought that was super fucking cool

[purple-astronaut]

I didn't go over this. Sorry for any typos.

"If you want to go back, you can..." azula said as she opened the widow and took a deep breath, "im not leaving you on our honeymoon, I'm just worried about our friends," sokka said as he sat down in a chair that sat by a desk, "Your friends" azula corrected.

They had been secretly dated for 3 and 1/2 years before they had decided to elope, and now they had run away on thier honeymoon without telling a single soul or at least that's what azula thought.

"They are gonna worry about us!"

"You. They are gonna worry about you."

Sokka sighed. She was right even though he didn't want her to be. His friends don't like her, and the only person who at least treated her like she had feelings was aang and occasionally toph, azula turned to face him. " I- I left them a letter... and I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. You were stressing about missing therapy and all that stuff." Sokka muttered, azula sighed, "I know, thank you for telling me... I talked to Ty Lee about it," azula said

"You two are talking?"

"Kinda. She said that it was only because of our friendship as kids. I was just asking for some advice on some things," azula said, making him feel a little better. "What did you put in the letter?" Azula questioned, sokka sighed "Ya know, I'll be gonna for a bit, got married, going on honeymoon, blah blah, I'm not ready to tell you guys who she is yet, love sokka," he said as he gestured with his hands. "Well, we can stay for the full 3 weeks, then we can go home," sokka said

"You're staying?"

"Yeah, I want you all to myself, for the full 3 weeks, well you two," Sokka said, chuckling at the end

"How could you forget about our little pickle, speaking of pickles that sounds really good right now," azula said

3 weeks later

"Don't worry, pickle, me and you are gonna be okay," azula whispered to her bump. She had started showing, making it feel real. She was gonna have a baby, with sokka, of all people. She took a deep breath as they arrived at the fire nation royal palace, azula was arrested as soon as her feet touched the ground, and they called for the fire lord and the avatar. They made her sit on the ground in handcuffs as they waited, sokka sat beside her because the guards had arrested him as well because he had hid a dangerous criminal. "Let them go," zuko commanded. They took the handcuffs off of them, and sokka immediately went to make sure his wife was okay. Azula started to cry as sokka held her, "Im okay, it's pickle who was scared," azula said through her sobs, "Pickle?" Aang questioned, confused, sokka helped her up, and azula gestured towards her bump and said,"Pickle."

Aang's jaw dropped

Zuko stood there, confused

Katara, Mai, Ty Lee, suki, and toph walked out

"Sokka?!" Katara yelled as she rushed over to hug her older brother, "Hey kat, I know you are probably mad, but we kinda needed to get married," sokka said as he hugged her back. "Why would you ever need to marry her! She is- oh- oh, she's pregnant..." Katara said as she let go of her brother and looked at azula. "PREGNANT?!" Zuko yelled. "Woah," Mai muttered as both her and Ty Lee looked at azula, suki just stood in shock. "Twins?!" Toph whispered to herself.

Everybody stood in silence

"Ummm...Congratulations..?" Aang said

"Did she seduce you?" Zuko asked

"Wha?! No!" Sokka said

Azula was, of course, offended by her brother's accusations. She stormed off towards her "room," it was more like a prison cell. It had bars on the windows. A few minutes later, azula sat down on her bed, and someone knocked on the door, "Go away, zuzu," azula said. Ty Lee opened the door with Mai behind her, "Do you mind if we come in? Zuko isn't here." Ty Lee said. Azula nodded, letting them come in, ty lee sat a little ways away from azula on the bed, and Mai pulled up a chair, "We need to talk," Mai said, azula nodded.

"How could you not tell us you were pregnant?" Ty Lee asked

"It was supposed to be a surprise, but sokka wanted to get married, and then I wanted a honeymoon. A lot of stuff happened, but yeah, sorry. I didn't think you guys would care so much..." azula said

"Of course we care, we agreed to try and be friends again, after you got better," Ty Lee said

Azula similed, "Thank you, I am forever greatfull for that, I love you guys," azula said as she started to cry, "Don't cry," Mai said, "It's not me, it's pickle. They have a thing for emotional situations like their dad," azula said, wiping her eyes. Ty Lee laughed, "How far along are you?" Mai asked.

"I'm 29 weeks"

Azula sighed

"Can we go shopping for the baby with you?" Mai asked as she looked away

Azula slimed, "I would love that,"

Knock, a servant opened the door. "The Fire Lord wishes to see you."

Azula sighed and got up to follow the servant

She took a deep breath as she opened the door.

[orvdiscrepancies]

Discrepancy #6

The conversation between tls123 and Dokja are just a little different.

In the webtoon (Episode 1), typed out for your convenience, it says this:

tls123: Thank you. Kim Dokja: Are you the author of TWSA? tls123: Thanks to you, I was about to finish my story. I also won a prize in a contest. Kim Dokja: Congratulations! But what kind of contest? tls123: It’s not a big contest, so you wouldn’t have heard of it. tls123: Oh, and the series will become paid content soon. tls123: Starting with the epilogue today, TSA will become paid content. tls123: As a token of my gratitude, I would like to send you a special present. Could you tell me your email address? Kim Dokja: A present? tls123: After all, I was able to publish my story thanks to you.

(Id like to point out the typo in the webtoon where it says TSA rather than TWSA in the webtoon. I think it’s silly.)

In the novel (Chapter 1: Prologue), also typed out for your convenience and for consistency, it says:

tls123: Thank you. Kim Dokja: The author? tls123: I was about to complete it to the end thanks to you. I also won the competition. Kim Dokja: Congratulations! What is the competition? tls123: You won’t know because it is an unknown competition. tls123: I would like to send a special gift to you as a thank you. Kim Dokja: Gift? tls123: It is thanks to my dear reader that this story has come into this world. tls123: Ah, right. I got the monetization schedule. Kim Dokja: Wow, really? When will it start? This masterpeice should have been paid from the beginning… tls123: The monetization starts tomorrow. Kim Dokja: The epilogue coming tomorrow will be paid? tls123: Yes, I’m afraid you will have to pay for it. Kim Dokja: Of course, I have to pay! I will buy the last one!

Let's do what I do best and analyze this.

Starting with the webtoon version, let's talk about what is happening when Dokja is getting this information. Remember, this is happening the same day the apocalypse starts. From the email that he gets telling him he has 5 minutes left until monetization starts, I'm going to estimate this conversation with tls123 takes place over the course of 5-10 minutes.

Why is that important? Well, look at how it's written. It feels rushed. It's shorter than the novel's conversation by 4 lines with Dokja having 3 lines and tls123 having 7.

Compared to the novel's conversation, it feels more detached and almost mechanical. There's not much actual interaction in between this author and their only reader. Let me clarify. Only reader. Oh sure, tls123 is so mysterious and blah blah blah, but it feels as though they don't want to talk to him. It feels more like an ad than a "hey thanks for reading my long ass novel, here's a gift." You're thanking him for his constant reading and loyalty, not telling him about his car's extended warranty.

Let's compare this to the tls123 conversation in the novel. This conversation is happening the day before Dokja is on the subway so there is more time for them to actually talk to each other. There are 14 total lines with Dokja having 6 and tls123 having 8. This is a lot more proportional and feels more like an actual conversation between humans. I mean look at what they call Dokja. "Dear reader." It's a more personal line that feels like it means a lot more. But it also adds to their mysterious air! Their words are ominous and they feel like they hold so much more weight. By calling Dokja their "dear reader," it feels like they are calling us their dear readers too.

Someone that has read the novel is probably screaming at me that these lines are actually super important. And to that I tell you to bear with me. I'm going at a snails pace, I know. Do you think I want to be stuck on chapter 2 for the last week or so?? You try doing this and also going to university full time.

But if this interaction with tls123 ends up being important, then that's more reason to point this difference out. How is this more detached tls123 we meet in the webtoon going to impact how they come back into the story later? Are they going to suddenly be like "oh Dokja my dear reader that I didn't give a shit about that first time we spoke, let's be best buddy ol' pals"??

Even the email that W!Dokja gets 5 minutes before it all starts has no personal anecdotes. It's so automatic and mechanical. It makes me kind of scared for how tls123 will be introduced later on.

tls123 seems so familiar with Dokja when they first message him which makes sense. They have practically been alone in the world of WOS for the last 13 years. Of COURSE they're going to be more familiar with each other. This feels important and I'm curious to see how the webtoon deals with leaving such familiarity out.

Reminder: This is not criticism. I like being funny and complaining about things but I am not criticizing that the webtoon isn't 100% exactly like the novel.

[roxoxoxoxy]

hiii, can you do head canons for zb1 as your bf or how they act if they have a crush on you? either is fine :))

if you start off doing a line, pls start off w the maknae🙏🙏🙏

thanks in advance!!!!!!

Zb1 members if they had a crush on you

I'm gonna do all of them in one post 🙏🏼

Blah blah many typos blah blah not much grammar

Jiwoong

Probably the most obvious out of all of them, he's confident enough to approach you directly but because of his naturally flirty personality it's hard for you to pin point whether he's being serious or not. He'd use a classic pick up line on you and you'd just assume he was kidding. It gets to the point he's almost directly telling you he likes you but you're so used to his shenanigans you assume he's escalating the same joke. He wanted to be cool but ends up doing a direct confession because you won't take the fucking hint.

Zhang hao

He's so annoying about it. I just know it. Type of guy to be kinda mean to you to get your attention. He still goes with the good ol hair pulling method he used in middle school 🙏🏼🙏🏼. It's mostly in a light hearted way, like dropping something and making you pick it up or taking a bite of your food without asking. He doesn't really know how to flirt properly so he just hoped being around you enough and borderline begging for your attention will work.

Hanbin

Probably the most direct about his feelings for you, he likes taking his time to confess but if you ask whether it not he had feelings for you he won't hesitate to say yes. Also teases you a lot, something like holding something over his head so you have to reach up to get it. Pinches your cheeks too, doesn't mind showing that he likes you. I feel like he's not as afraid of rejection as everyone else.

Matthew

Ends up in the same boat as Jiwoong, he was too direct too fast and now you won't take him seriously. It's not just words though, he's an acts of service type of guy so he'll hold your bags and carry heavy things for you. That may or may not be because he's trying to show off his muscles. Adores talking to you so much, will talk your ear off so much that he'll accidently confess. It just spills out randomly in the middle of conversation.

Taerae

Avoid you. Like literally avoids you like you carry the plague. You're here? Sorry something just came up. So unbelievably shy around you, he cares so much about what you think of him that he would rather just not find out. You're under the impression you did something to upset him so you try to reconcile and apologize but it's borderline impossible because he keeps disappearing. You eventually track him down and try to work things out, he feels guilty for making you think you upset him and his feelings come spilling out.

Ricky

Buys things for you, like you're out with a group of friends and spot something you like, he'll immediately buy it and then act like it's not a big deal because he's just so cool and chill. He's screaming on the inside though. You assumed he was just being nice but after you went out to dinner with some friends and he payed for your food and noone else's you kinda got the hint. You'll have to confess first though because he's shy.

Gyuvin

I think he's more of a easy going guy in romantic encounters, in the sense that he'll take things slow. Tries to be your friend first and really get to know you, shows you he likes you by prioritizing you. Things like grabbing your favourite drink when he goes to the vending machine, opening up drink cans before handing them to you so you don't damage your nails, focusing extra hard when you say a thing. It's one of those situations where everyone knows he's smitten with you but you're oblivious.

Gunwook

Gets so shy around you, the tough guy persona doesn't hold up at all. He's practically giggling and kicking his feet in your presence. Looks at you like you're the only person in the room no matter the situation. It's so noticeable to everyone around you because he has the biggest doppiest grin on whenever you're around. Doesn't take too long to confess because it's so hard for him to contain how much he likes you.

I need to make a masterlist soon </3. If you have any more suggestions my ask box is currently open!!

[tulipanthousa]

Ugh

For anyone who hasn't already heard, Googledocs has stopped permitting the sharing of NSFW content because blah blah distribution of porn. As soon as I can get ahold of a big enough flash drive I'll be taking everything off so it doesnt get eaten but I have no idea what to about beta reading.

I know I can always post them unbetaed but I remember just how much of a hot mess of typos my early stuff came out and I'm dreading it. I'm just not good at proofreading my own stuff cuz I just see what I know in my head is supposed to be there

Suggestions are welcome but. I dunno yall maybe prepare for some subpar grammar in my smut in the future 😭

[kaikaidenkai]

Suicide or Soccer?

sypnosis:

reader is a teenage girl in her second year of highschool who spends most of her time studying, playing soccer, and watching/reading blue lock. she has finished every single thing of it, even buying tons and tons of merch of it. but now whats she supposed to do with her life besides studying? the only ever reason she’s ever liked soccer was because of blue lock. After unaliving herself, she was now in the world of… Blue Lock??

CH.2||Delivery (Wo)Man(ager)

masterlist

funny pun lol!!! get it? Woman? Manager? haha !! im not funny.

It’s been 3 days since [Name] came into this world. She’s been helping Ego— Jinpachi— no wait.. her brother with Blue Lock alongside Anri. They all work together like a ..family?? Not quite but it’s similar.

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You were given the job as “manager” because of yo ur talent in soccer. If you weren’t a female, you’d be a pro soccer player is what Jinpachi said, which is kinda sexist since women soccer.. uh…football exists. Anyways he believes that you, his sister is capable of the job of help training and improving the skills of 300 boys who were in Blue Lock. I mean you wouldn’t blame him,, you’re quite a good player and strategist too.. or maybe thats just your ego talking.

You also were supposed to watch the security cameras for whatsoever reason. You don’t want to be flashed by Bachira when watching them.

(Or maybe you do, you little horny shit.)

Everything was ready, or at least where the players would stay at were, you still have to gather all of them and send letters to every one of them. So here you are, making 100+ letters and sending them out like a fucking mailman just to create the “world’s best striker”.

The feeling of getting to meet actual fictional people is so exciting. But I guess it isn’t really fictional now is it? Thats what you think.

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[Ur pov]

I was finally down to the last few letters, “you’ve been accepted to” blah blah blah… is what was written on all of them I think. Hopefully I didn’t make a typo in any of them… Anyways, I had to go around driving in a car hand delivering the letters into the selected people’s mailboxes because SOMEONE was too broke and spent all the funds on something else to pay to send mail.

Last one… anddd it’s Yoichi Isagi’s house! I have no idea how Jinpachi got all their addresses but no questions shall be asked. Come to think of it, doesn’t Isagi have a good family and childhood? So then why the fuck is he becoming slurgi on the field— you know what, never mind. After finally putting the letter in the mailbox, I made my way backkk home. My home in this world.

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Given that you were the manager, you had to make the announcement for the first game with your brother, Jinpachi.

So you stood next to him and both you and him yapped.. and yapped and yapped about Blue Lock.

“Only those of you with the biggest ego here will succeed here.”

Jinpachi said before you spoke right after.

“Whiiich, we’ll now measure by conducting a test! Let’s play a game of tag, shall we? You have 136 seconds. You all know how to play tag, right? It’ll be just like that but you can only tag someone by touching someone with the ball. Now there’s one rule! No using your hands.”

You smiled, then the screen no longer showed your faces. The games have started for all teams. Though, you only paid attention to team Z’s game while Jinpachi, your now brother in this world who was also the “director” of all this shit watched the others.

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The game went the same; following the same plot as it did in her world. [Name] felt bad for Kira or whatever his name was. But, it can’t be helped. [Name] turned her head towards her “brother”.

“Did you see that? Team Z?”

He nodded.

“It’s going great so far.. My little diamonds in the rough..”

[Name] made a disgusted face and side-eyed him before shaking her head and getting rid of the expression with a now neutral one. She grabbed the clipboard which was on the desk, writing something on the paper with a pen.

“Let’s.. see how this goes.”

ADDITIONAL TIME! ☆

(italics: english)

[Name] stood infront of the mirror, clothes on her bed. It varied between simple hoodies, shirts, and somewhat fancy suits.

Right now though, she was looking at her hair through the reflection of the mirror, [Name]’s hair was black with fading tips of [ur past hair color]. She ran her fingers through the tips of her hair, daydreaming. That was until her stupid “brother”barged in.

“[Name], hurry up.”

“I know I know, I don’t know what to wear.”

“Wear that.”

Jinpachi pointed to the clothes on the bed which was similar to what he was wearing; a black polo shirt and pants with a simple white belt.

“Girl the fuck?? I don’t wanna match with you.”

“??? When did you learn english.”

“I mean… fine, I’ll wear it. And,, I didn’t.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… get out???”

SLAM!

Jinpachi slammed the fucking door on his way out.

(reblogs, likes, and comments r appreciated !!)

[drunkenbagel]

prompt 19 and 22 w pedro?!?!?!?!? the setting would be some club and ur super not feeling it so u sit down to have a drink and when pedro sits next to u he just stares at ur face longingly. when you catch him and ask what he’s doing he asks if his staring makes u nervous. u blush and get shy when he asks u to dance… blah blah unfolding into prompt 19.. u get it!! just short nothing to complicated lol. love ur work!!

thank you so much!! I'll do the best i can! sorry if there's any typos or anything, not very proofread :') hope you like it !! x

The music was starting to irritate you. It wasn't that you didn't like going out with your friends, but you were just not much in the mood.

You had a hectic day at work, and when your best friend asked you to join a few of them to go clubbing it seemed like a good idea. But there you were, a couple of hours and drinks later, not feeling part of the party anymore.

Pedro had gone out with some friends too, which later joined yours. You two knew each other from other times where your groups had been together in cinema, dinners, concerts... And to be honest, he caught your eye pretty soon, but you thought he was way out of your league.

As you twirled your drink once again, you let out a sigh. You felt someone sit beside you at the bar, and you were ready to reject the advances of another lousy man. But instead of a drunk dude you were met with kind brown eyes and a shy side smile.

“Oh. Hi”

“Hi”

Pedro couldn't tear his eyes off of you. He couldn't help it. You just had that kind of effect on him, looking so effortlessly beautiful, quiet yet ethereal. He liked looking at you. How you clapped your hands together when you laughed, or how you scrunched your nose when you smiled. You had noticed his gaze on you, but you didn't mind. In fact, you liked it. You felt like beaming with his gaze on you. After a little while, you mustered up the courage to lock his gaze with yours.

“What?” you asked, smiling.

“Nothing. Sorry” he said smiling too. He watched as your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “y/n, I'm sorry for asking, and you can totally not answer, but... Does me staring make you nervous?”

You bit your bottom lip softly as you moved your eyes to your drink, fidgeting with it.

“No. No, that's alright.”

“Good. Can I ask you a dance then?” You looked in his direction with a stunned look. He suddenly felt self conscious, and lifted a hand in the air. “If- If that's fine. I- I mean-”

“I'd love to. But you might be disappointed. I've got two left feet” you answered laughing. “I'm afraid I would embarrass you.”

“I doubt that. I can always guide you. Scratch that, I'll be glad to” he said while finishing his drink and getting up on his feet. He offered his hand to you, and as you finished your own beverage, you took his hand. As he guided you to the dance floor where the people were moving and dancing to the rhythm of the tune.

At first it was just moving around with your hands linked and laughing sort of back and forth, but as the song changed into a new, slower one, you suddenly forgot what to do with them. You felt the heat on your cheeks start again.

“It's alright, give me your hand” he said, and you offered your left hand for him to take. He lifted it in the air and linked it softly with his right one, and with his other hand, took yours and placed it on his shoulder as he rested his on your back. “If you wanna stop at any second, that is totally fine” he whispered.

You were suddenly aware of the little distance that remained between you two, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames. Instead, you pushed your sudden shyness aside and brought him closer, resting your temple on his cheek. Pedro swallowed harshly, and let out a shaky breath as he tightened the hold he had on you. He'd been dreaming of having you this close for god knows how long, and all he could think of is your scent. Your shampoo, your cologne, just you.

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe properly. Wasn't he way out of your league? What the hell was just happening? What did this even mean?

A million questions were running around your head, but a part of you shut them out and made you lift your head until your eyes met.

“Are you okay? Do you want to-”

His sentence was interrupted by your lips coming into contact with his. A couple of seconds later and without opening your eyes, you broke the contact and just stood there, still moving to the slow tune. When you finally mustered up the courage to open your eyes, they were met with the warmth of his brown ones lovingly scanning your face. He had a big smile on his lips.

“I'm sorry I interrupted you.”

“If you're ever interrupting me like that again, feel free to do so. I am more than okay with it” he said laughing as your foreheads touched. You let out a small giggle too, and your heart felt fuller than ever. “So... I guess this is okay? Us?”

“Yeah. Yes. Totally okay by me. You?”

“Absolutely, darling.”

“I like that.”

“Then I'll call you that” he whispered, leaning closer and leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “For you, and yours only.”

You could get used to that.