#feeling. very anxious. like a little dog in a car for the first time.
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i think my main problem (aka why i am so insanely anxious) is that. after the finale i... kind of lost faith in the writing entirely? and now i'm afraid of What They Will Do With A Whole New Season. if this retroactively ruins a show i find flawed but still otherwise love i will be very upset. and i know that would be somewhat my own fault but like. gnaws
#i mean. just.#how they handled so many things#but especially like. jamie's dad. beard and jane.#to some extent shit like rupert's ending and the general who was where in the bbq/beard's wedding and ...#ted going back to kansas (or rather HOW IT WAS DONE wah wah wah complicated gesturing) and so on#it just kind of made me go. hmmmm#and now like. is it possible it will just be another season of good if flawed tv? of course. incredibly possible. likely even.#however. have you considered. what if it makes me soul crushingly sad#and also what if it fucks over my little guy in particular?#etc. idk man#feeling. very anxious. like a little dog in a car for the first time.#gertspeak#s4 anxiety
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Content: Voyeurism, Dog Urination, Implied Non-Con Touching
Your dog is weird. Just.. just weird. Like, all dogs are weird. They have their quirks and their oddities, silly babies in fluffy bodies.
Johnny thoughâŚ
He snuggles up in your bed every night; you donât even bother trying to kick him out. Heâs presses up tight against you, head almost on your pillow. Have to start sleeping in a shirt because one too many unfortunately placed cold nose bumpsâŚ. Yeah. But thatâs fine. The fuzzy space heater is worth it.
(So what if you sort of wake up sometimes and half-dream its skin youâre snuggled up to. If you imagine a more human rasp to the quiet snores by your ear. If the tongue on your cheek is softer and smaller than youâre used toâŚ.
Your dating life has been dry for some time.)
Johnny pees in every room of your house at least once, but thatâs not entirely surprising - heâs an intact male, after all. (Something youâre trying to, heh, fix. Though the appointment mysteriously keeps getting moved or cancelled.) thankfully, though, once heâs âmarked his territoryâ he starts asking to go outside.
And thatâs where the weirdness begins.
The first time you let him out off leash, he shoots off into the woods and only returns once heâs done. You panic, feel so stupid and irresponsible, near tears by the time he gets back. When he sees you upset, say on the porch steps, he darts to your side and leans into you until you calm down.
You stop worrying so much about his little âtripsâ. Means you dont have to clean up after him to keep the yard tidy after all.
The first time he bounds off into the woods and doesnât come back after a few minutes, you almost go searching. But.., but well heâs a good boy. An hour later he comes back, scratching at the door.
Youâre not sure what heâs up to and it makes you anxious. Donât like the idea of an âoutdoorâ dog. All of yours have been in-home pets kept in sight at all times. Youâre scared Johnnyâs going to get hurt or bitten or hit by a car.
But he always comes back healthy whole.
One hour turns into two, then three. Entire mornings, only returning in the evening to climb into bed. Eventually a whole day. You have someone install a doggy door big enough for Johnny to slip through so that he can come and go as he pleases.
You get used to having a pet thatâs only around sometimes, though you sniffle that you miss him when heâs gone. As if understanding, heâll always lick at you, comforting.
The other weird thing - he demands to climb into bed while youâre doing âself careâ. Again, dogs donât get human social boundaries. Heâs allowed on the bed so why is it that he wouldnât be allowed up even if itâs not bedtime? Itâs understandable dog logic, even if you have to stop the first several times it happens.
Keeping him out isnât an option. Even if you manage to shut the bedroom door on him before he wriggles inside, he makes such a ruckus. Barking, howling, knocking over the trash and scratching at the door. You almost step directly into a puddle of pee once.
You just keep the lights off, close your eyes, and try to ignore the odd brush of fur or gust of air from his nose. Pretend heâs not there at all; and not staring the way he tends to.
Not getting off just isnât an option. You make your peace with your dog too dumb to even turn away.
(You also learn very quickly to wash your toys as soon as youâre done. Canât even wait to catch your breath. Calling him nasty makes his tail wag. You know itâs not reasonable to think heâs doing it on purpose.)
âJohnny, drop it!â
Instead of doing that, he drops his front half low, a lacy black pair of underwear in his teeth. He snatched it right out of your laundry basket while you were trying to start the washer.
âIâm going to turn you into a pair of boots. Put those down!â
Chasing a giant wolf-dog for your panties is ill-advised but what are you gonna do? Let him shred your underwear?
âI wanted to wear those out tonight, you bastard!â
Youâre supposed to have a date. At this rate, you wonât even be able to shower, never mind get ready. Johnnyâs been a nuisance all day, ever since you got off the phone with your mom this morning, updating her about your life and plans for the evening.
Determined, you give up and go to finish the laundry - only to hear a crash and a yelp. Johnnyâs knocked over the mirror and stepped in the glass.
âOh, baby boy,â you groan. âDammit, John-Bon.â
You text your date for a rain check, then call ahead for the emergency vet. Huh⌠your first aid kit is much better stocked than you remember.
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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 1)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Talks about sex and drugs.
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 2.4K
Summary: Coming home is supposed to be a happy occasion, but it's hard to be happy with your ex-boyfriend lurking around the corner.
A/N: This is a sequel series to Thorn In My Side, Rose in My Hand series.
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Going back home is the last thing Y/N wants to do right now. The Outer Banks is full of memories from a heartbreak she does not want to remember. However, she is no match for the force known as Cassie and Marvin, and that is how she finds herself on a plane back to North Carolina. For the past five years, Y/N has done everything in her power to not step foot on the island again and now, it is all for nothing. âPlease fasten your seat belts, we are preparing for landing,â the pilotâs voice stirs Y/N from her slumber. She canât believe this is actually happening right now. The elderly lady beside her smiles at her, âFirst time going to North Carolina?â âUh, no. I actually grew up there, in the Outer Banks, but I havenât been back since I left. It feels a little weird,â she answers honestly.Â
âAhh, so you were running from something.âÂ
âYeah, I was. But it looks like I canât anymore. I just hope that something isnât there anymore.â
The plane lands and Y/N gets her bags from the carousel. She waits for Mason in the pick-up area, running towards him when she spots his car. Mason crushes Y/N in a hug, âItâs so good to see you back on American soil. This is long overdue.â Y/N pats his back while returning the hug. âYeah, yeah. Itâs good to be home. Did Lace get Sparky here okay?â Mason picks her suitcase up and packs it into his trunk, âYep, heâs probably being a little energy ball in our living room as we speak.â They both laugh at the joke and then hop into the car. âSo howâs your internship at the architectural firm? Is it different from the one in Toronto?â she asks her brother, bringing her hand to the locket around her neck. Heading back to the Outer Bank is causing her to be anxious and playing with the locket calms her down. It doesnât go unnoticed by Mason that she still wears the necklace and is playing with it.Â
âItâs going well. Most buildings that people look into getting built here are a different style than in Toronto. OBX wants beach boxes, while Toronto has a wide range of styles. Itâs really fascinating watching how my bossâ designs still match to look different from one another.â
âThatâs cool. I like the name beach box. It sounds fun. Like a giant sandbox. And are you enjoying it?â
âYeah, I really am. Although, I do want to see if I can get an internship in an Asian country afterwards. They have a different style thatâs interesting. How is the bookstore coming along?â
âA little stressful right now to be honest. Juggling my book edits and what I need to change or add so that the building is up to code and now being here. Itâs all just a little too much. At least, I have a name Bookkeeper. Itâs gonna confuse people who actually know what that career is but I think itâs funny.â
âIt is a good name. Itâs very punny.â
âUgh, that was so bad.â
âââ
One of the worst places to be is her childhood bedroom. The countless days they spent cuddling on the bed haunts her. The love they expressed physically all over the room is practically engrained in her brain. She had never been able to feel that way again. She unpacks her clothes into her closet and goes to check on Sparky downstairs. He was left down there because she didnât want him sitting on her suitcase like he did when she was packing her bags in London. He has gotten bigger and he has a little bit of an attachment issue. He doesnât like being very far from his Mommy for very long. Y/Nâs heart drops to the pit of her stomach when she sees the open front door and bolts out of it in hopes of catching her dog before he gets too far.Â
She follows his barks like a trail of breadcrumbs to the sidewalk. If her heart wasnât already giving her problems, it certainly is now. The sight before her is one she never thought she would see again. Rafe Cameron is kneeling down and petting Sparky. Beside him is a beautiful woman in a sundress. Her long black hair cascades down her shoulders and her brown almond-shaped eyes show such warmth behind them. Her makeup is done to absolute perfection. Y/N slowly approaches the trio without hesitation. She doesnât want to go near Rafe, but seeing as it doesnât look like Sparky is nowhere near going home, she had to go get him.
 âHey Sparky, long time no see. Itâs good to see you again, Bubba. Iâm sorry I couldnât be there for ya. Youâve gotten so big,â she hears him greet. As she approaches, she accidentally steps on a stick and the crack alerts the others to her presence. âHey,â she awkwardly begins. âIâm just here for my dog.â Rafe nods and stands up, moving to wrap his hand around the womanâs waist. âUh, yeah. I remember a time when he used to be my dog too.â Sensing the tension, his companion introduces herself, âHi, Iâm Blythe Katsumi. Iâm Rafeâs fiancĂŠe.â Blythe sticks her hand out for Y/N to shake, which she does. âIâm Y/N Y/L/N. Rafeâs- uhâŚthis is Sparky.â
âItâs okay. I know you were his high school girlfriend. He told me about you.â
âRight. And he didnât tell me about you.â
Rafe rolls his eyes and huffs, âYeah, well itâs not like we were doing a lot of talking in the last five years. What are you doing here, Y/L/N?âÂ
âYou mean besides looking for my dog, in front of my house? The better question is what are you doing here Rafe?â
âI have every right to be here because unlike you, Iâve been coming back home.â
Before Y/N can retort, Blythe stops the conversation from going any further. âWell, it was lovely meeting you, but we need to go. We have to get some stuff ready for the engagement party.â Blythe waves goodbye and takes Rafeâs hand to walk away. This draws Y/N attention to Blythe's left hand with the giant diamond engagement ring. This causes a stabbing feeling to shoot through Y/Nâs heart. Her hand shoots up to her locket and she begins to rub it for some comfort. This action doesnât go unnoticed by Rafe as he catches it from the corner of his eye.
âââ
Everyone has their own vices. Cheating. Gambling. Alcohol. Lying. Rafeâs is drugs. There was a period of time in his life when weed was not the outlet he turned to when in need of getting out of his own head. That one blissful year he had with her was his escape instead. But after the breakup, weed was the only thing that made him forget about her. Eventually, he became numb to the weed and he needed something stronger, so Barry introduced him to cocaine. Mason didnât know that Rafe had stepped it up in the drug department because if Mason knew, he wouldâve found some way to get Rafe to stop. And Rafe didnât want to, he needed to escape the feeling of being consumed by her.Â
Before today, Rafe had managed to go a month without thinking about her at all. It was his highest record in the past five years they had been apart. There was no bookstore he walked by with a girl quite similar to her standing at the window. No hard kombucha in Masonâs fridge to indicate that she had been there. No caramel ice cream at the parlour that she would beg him to buy. It was like the universe was giving him a break from being haunted by Y/N. It seems the universe is done with giving him that gift because as he drives to Barryâs house, he is drowning in thoughts of her. He loved seeing Sparky, of course, but why did she have to come back? He couldnât get the smell of her hibiscus body wash out of his mind. The sweet but gentle tropical scent she wore contradicted the foggy and rainy place she had moved to. Her hair is held back in a claw clip he used to play with whenever she would leave them around.Â
And the thing that had really caused him to spiral is her hand still holding the locket he had given her for their first Christmas as a couple. Has she been wearing it for the past five years? Had she worn it while she let other men make her feel good, but nowhere near as good as he can make her feel? Would she wear it when she told them she loved them? But most importantly, how dare she come back to what is now only his island and wear it as if she cared for him? She hasnât been back in years or talked to him; she doesnât get to pretend like sheâs thought about him. It is driving him crazy and he needed something to stop him from going too deep down this rabbit hole.Â
Barry hears Rafeâs motorbike and is waiting outside for him. âWell, well, well, look who came back from the dead. Thought you went sober on me for a second there, country club. What can I get you for you?â
âHowever much you got. I got a feeling that Iâm gonna be needing it more often.â
He knew he would need whatever he got his hands on to help him forget about her because if he didnât then he would remember. And it would probably kill him to remember just how his heart almost leapt out of his chest when he saw Y/N Y/L/N right before his eyes.
âââ
When they broke up, Mason told both of them that he would not be used as a source to find out more about the other. He said it was for his own sanity in not wanting to be caught in the middle of his sister and best friend, but it was also in hopes that it would cause discourse between the two that would lead to their reunification. So it made sense that Mason would keep an engagement from her. But she still needed more information that she would give Mason no other choice but to give her. âHow long have they been together, Mace?â Mason closes his eyes in a silent prayer that he isnât about to have this painful conversation with his sister. He lifts his head from his laptop and turns towards her, âA year and a month. Theyâve known each other for a year and a half.âÂ
âHow long have they been engaged?â
âFour months.â
âDid you help him propose?â
âHe didnât ask.â
âHow come you didnât tell me?â
At this, Mason can hear the sadness in his sisterâs voice. He knew no matter how much she says she is over Rafe, it isnât true. Itâs why she still wears his locket after all. He knew she needed to know though.Â
âYou know I donât want to get in between you two. Also, I just didnât know how to tell you. I didnât want to tell you something that would hurt you so much. I love you and I want to protect you from that pain.âÂ
âYeah, I get that. It just wouldâve hurt less if it came from you,â she whispers, not knowing what else to ask or add to the conversation. She turns around and goes to her room, where she finds Sparky waiting for her. He gives her a pouty look, asking how come he couldnât go with his Daddy. She sits down on her bed beside him and places his head on her lap, âIâm sorry, Bubba. But I did what I had to do. Breaking up with him was necessary. I mean I set him free and look at him now, he is getting married.â It hurt. It hurt that he was okay with marrying Blythe before he turned twenty-five. He wanted to speed up his life plan two years earlier just for Blythe. How come he was willing to do that for Blythe but not for Y/N? Was Blythe really that much better than her?
Doing what any other girl would do, Y/N resolves to some internet sleuthing. It wasnât that hard to find Blytheâs Instagram. She has a public account and Mason is following her. She has an impressive 500K followers; probably because she is the heiress to a popular Japanese hotel chain. All her posts have her makeup done to perfection and her clothes are all designer. One of her saved reels is of her and Rafe partying on New Year's Eve. At least Blythe can keep up with Rafe on that level. Y/N moves her search to Google and finds Blytheâs Wikipedia page. She was born in New York and raised there. She attended UNC for fashion. From multiple tabloid pictures, she can tell that the party scene is one Blythe frequent but she is also a sweet girl. In one picture, she is giving her jacket to a homeless person along with some money when she is returning home from a party. She helps out at soup kitchens and takes children out on shopping sprees. Y/N supposes that Blythe could just be doing it for the media attention, but the look in Blytheâs eyes tells her it isnât true.Â
After finding out possibly everything she could find out about Blythe, Y/N turns all of her electronic devices off to stop her from spiralling on social media anymore. She heads over to her bookshelf in need of a bookish escape. Her eyes glance over the different titles until her eyes find one particular book she had not thought about it in a while. She pulls the book off the shelf and opens it up to the title page with the inscription on it. The copy of The Lightning Thief that Rafe had annotated sits before her. She had left it here when she went to university because it felt too hard to bring with her. It held too much meaning. As she sits down on her window sill, she begins to read the book with a special focus on the inscriptions. She reads for hours, allowing herself to feel every bit of emotion that passes through her. God, it hurts to be back home.
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COMFORT- M. MURDOCK
Pairing: Boyfriend! Matt x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 850
Summary: matt helps comfort you during a panic attack
Warnings: panic attack, anxiety, sensory issues, mentions of getting sick, praise, lots of fluff
Notes: i wrote this while having airport/ airplane anxiety this morning, as i woke up bright n early so i had a lot of time to think. then my flight got cancelled, rebooked, then cancelled again. so im stuck here till tomorrow :) (i want to cry. also airport wifi sucks so bad btw)
He could hear your heartbeat miles away.Â
Fast.Â
Thrumming so hard it was as if it was a motor engine, constantly revving but instead of speeding off into the night- it sputtered.Â
Your breaths were fast. Irregular. Panting raggedly, as if you were a dog.
 Hands clutched to your knees, a steady creaking against the old hardwood as you rocked yourself in a ball on the floor.Â
The two of you left for the airport in less than an hour. Matt had taken care of all the flights, him and Foggy triple-checking everything to make sure everything was booked, purchased and on time. Luggage was packed for your little getaway planned in Central America, zipped up tightly waiting by the door.Â
But you remained put on the floor, feeling the grooves of your long nails dig into your skin, pinching little crescent moon shapes as your lungs struggled for air.Â
âSweetheart?â he called from the doorway, shaking the rain from his coat off as he hung it up to dry.Â
No response.Â
Your tongue felt like millions of weights were pulling it down, inflaming it so you were unable to speak. Nothing but dry saliva coated your mouth like a thick paste.Â
âWhat's going on love? Can you explain how youâre feeling?â
 He knew there was no point asking whether or not you were okay when clearly- you weren't. You were having a panic attack, something that you got very often. Changes in your routine tended to set it off, or things like big crowds or loud noises.Â
Matt knew your mind was racing with endless possibilities of what could go wrong. You had expressed them to him last week.Â
What if we miss our flight? Or there is too many people and Iâm trapped? Or I feel sick and have nowhere to go? Matthew what if our flight gets cancelled? Or the gates? There's going to be so many people there, all so stressed and non-self aware.Â
Something was wrong when you called him Matthew instead of Matty. That was always the first indicator he picked up on.
 ââm just anxious.â you whispered softly, voice low and rough as if you had just discovered you could talk for the first time. He softly padded over to a window, opening it just a smidge so fresh air could sneak through the crack, and the sound of the rain pattering against the glass was amplified.
 âCan I touch you sweetheart?â he asked politely, crouching down next to you.Â
You nodded.Â
Warmth spread through your body as his large arms wrapped around your body, shielding you from the outside world. âOkay. Let's just breathe together okay? Just follow with me.âÂ
He took a deep inhale through his nose, to which you shakily followed. A deep exhale escaped from your lips as you followed the rise and fall of his chest, breathing in his comforting smell as your fingers made there way to twist and tangle in the fabric of his shirt.
 âThats it, atta girl. You're doing such a good job!â he praised, letting you cling to him as you slowed down your breathing- expanding your lungs again.Â
âWeâre going to take this one step at a time okay? Itâs going to be okay, Iâm never going to leave your side. Security is the scary part. Then we just wait in a quiet part until we get on the plane. And itâs just a two hour flight, and you've done much longer car rides than that.âÂ
âBut what if Iâm sick?â you asked timidly.Â
âThen weâll deal with it when it happens. Weâll scout out all the washrooms and there is one on the plane sweetheart. Iâll hold your hair back I promise.â he joked, making you sniffle as you giggled.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay?âÂ
âOkay.â
 âGood. Letâs just get some water into you, and we can get your headphones and fuzzy sweater for you to wear. Itâs going to be just fine angel.â he kissed the top of your forehead, stroking your cheeks with his thumb, the callouses on the flesh of his fingertips bringing you a sense of comfort.Â
You watched through slightly clouded vision as he swiftly went over to pour you some water from the Britta you nagged him to buy, and you heard the pills rattle from the bottle as he dropped a gravol or two in his hand.Â
âIâm tired.â you murmured. Your thumbs were bleeding, and you felt the sticky blood smear as you tried to stop it.Â
âI know baby. You can sleep soon. I promise.â he assured, coaxing water down to quell your thirstiness as you swallowed the ginger pill.
 âI need my headphones.â you said, attempting to find your balance as you wobbled up to your feet.Â
âI have them here sweetheart.â he smiled, grabbing them from the luggage- leaving them out for you just in case. Siding them over your head, the world was slightly muffled and you exhaled.Â
It was quiet. It would be quiet. And you could do this.Â
âReady?â he asked. âReady.â
 âGood, cause we have sunshine and margaritas waiting for us.â
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I Still Love You - Mason Mount
A/N: This is a long-awaited part 2 to Last Train To London which you can read here! I worked really hard on it and I hope it lives up to expectations. Enjoy!
Warnings: mild angst, mild swearing, fluff
WC: 2.8k
When your train pulled into London Kingâs Cross, Ben was there, as promised, to pick you up with a McDonaldâs meal. He took you under his wing, and let you stay at his place for the night.
âMake yourself comfortable, sweets, and please know you can stay here as long as you need.â You knew you had an offer from Sophia and Kai to crash at their place until you got back on your feet, but you didnât want to intrude on their space.Â
âI might take you up on that offer, Ben, thank you.â He showed you around his place, making sure you knew where everything was in case you couldnât sleep, let you have free rein of the fridge, freezer and cupboards, and even let Oscar the dog stay in your room, which Oscar was more than happy to oblige.Â
âI think thatâs everything. If you need me, text me, okay? Iâm right here.â You shuffled over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso to give him a hug youâd needed for weeks at that point. He rubbed your back affectionately. He was like a big brother to you, and you were more grateful than you could ever put into words for his support.
You had expected that night to have been sleepless and anxious, but you were simply too exhausted, both mentally and physically, that by the time you changed into your pyjamas, brushed your teeth and climbed into bed, your eyes were drooping already. Oscar jumped onto the bed and turned around a couple of times, making a nice little den in the blanket for him to snuggle up next to you in. You reached out to fiddle with his curly fur. The dog was like a weighted blanket, reassuring you that you were safe and you were okay. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
As the days, weeks and months rolled by, you could feel yourself slowly healing. Ben, Reece and the rest of the Chelsea boys, along with Kai and Jorgi over at Arsenal (they were still very much part of the inner circle), stood stoically beside you every step of the way. You had initially distanced yourself from Stamford Bridge for the first couple of months, the memories you had made there with Mason all too painful, but you gradually made your way back into the hallowed halls of the iconic stadium. You attended matches whenever you could, and started to wear CHILWELL 21 shirts to matches.Â
This had not gone unnoticed by fans. They had quickly cottoned on to the fact that you had gone back to London and Mason was still in Manchester. The gossip websites were in full swing, linking you and Ben together and writing spiteful articles about how you were a gold-digger, how you hopped from one football player to another, how it was your fault that your relationship had ended⌠You never minded, though. You continued on your healing journey and went about your daily business. You had secured a well-paying job back in London as an events planner in Soho, and had managed to find a nice little studio flat not too far from your office. Ben had insisted he buy you a new car, as you had sold your car up in Manchester to help bring some money in to pay for the flat deposit. Your life was most definitely on the up, and it would take a gigantic storm to blow you off course.
That gigantic storm came about a year after you moved back to London. You had your routine, you were solid in your job and you met up with Ben and the boys regularly.Â
One such outing in Knightsbridge, Ben pulled you aside to have a chat.
âWhatâs up, Benji?â The nickname you had for him was one only you could use. He hated being called Benji by everyone, but you were basically his little sister. In his eyes, you could get away with murder.
âWell, umâŚâ His face told you he had information he would rather not give you, but felt it was his moral obligation to do so anyway.
âCome on, Ben, out with it!â
âDeclanâs invited me and Mason to his birthday party, and heâs invited you, too.â His words sent a chill down your spine. You hadnât spoken to or about Mason in months, although that hadnât stopped you from thinking about him every day. Thinking about what could have been, thinking about the âwhat ifsâ, thinking about what you could have done to make him stay in love with you. You were brought back to earth by Ben putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. âYou donât have to decide just yet, but the offer is there if you did want to go. It would be great to have you there.â He gave you a quick hug, before he went back to join the rest of the group to have drinks, leaving you with your thoughts and a large decision to make. While you would love to celebrate Declan with your friends, you hadnât seen or heard from Mason in a year. The awkwardness was what worried you the most, along with the possibility of all the emotions coming back if you did end up running into him. Because deep down, in your heart, you knew that you still loved him. He was the absolute love of your life, and you couldnât help but feel that he was your one that got away. You realised then just how much you missed him.Â
The night had swiftly come to an end for you, so you messaged Ben to let him know that you were on your way home and that youâd see him soon.Â
Benjamin: No worries J  text me when you get home, and let me know if youâre coming to Decâs birthday bash. Weâd love to have you but I know youâll have to decide. LOVE YA X
It was safe to say you didnât get much sleep that night. You were awake for hours, tossing and turning, thinking about what Ben had said. It would be great to go and show up for Declan. Heâd been there for you through everything, even with Lauren giving birth to little Jude. They had both made space for you in their busy lives with a new-born, and you couldnât have been more grateful. Before you could stop yourself, you sent a message to Ben:
To: Benjamin: Been thinking about it all night. Sorry for the late message, I figured I needed to say it before I think about it more lol. Iâll be at Decâs party x
You rolled over onto your side. There was no turning back now.Â
The day of the party arrived. Your room was a mess, dresses and shoes strewn across the floor. You wanted to find the perfect outfit for a party, which would show that you cared to make an effort but not too much effort, on the off chance you would see Mason.Â
Your eyes fell upon a navy blue bodycon dress that you had worn a couple of times before. It came down to your mid-thigh and had a neckline that did your bust some considerable favours. Finally feeling more positive about what you were wearing, having started to feel like you were going to have a breakdown about not being able to find anything appropriate to wear, you shoved on a pair of simple black heels and touched up your makeup. There was a knock at your door. Checking your phone, the time was 7:30; Ben was picking you up and he had arrived bang on time.Â
âComing!â Your voice carried into the hall as you opened the door to find Ben, who was wearing a smart navy-blue button down with black slacks. Your mind briefly registered the fact that the colour of his shirt was basically a direct match to your dress.
âHey, you,â he smiled, leaning in to give you a hug. Your senses were temporarily hazy by his cologne, which you painfully recalled as one that Mason had recommended to him as you had liked it on Mason. On Ben, though, it didnât have the same knee-weakening effect as it had done for you when Mason wore it. âYou good?â He had obviously taken your quietness as nervousness.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm good. You?â He nodded. You could tell he was searching your face for any signs of discomfort, of not wanting to go, of being terrified of seeing Mason.Â
âAll good. Mostly just worried about you.â You shrugged.
âIâll be fine. Got my wingman, Iâll be okay.â You shared a laugh as you walked downstairs to where he had a car waiting. He held the door open for you, letting you slide in with him following you.Â
You and Ben spent the journey talking about your days and what youâd got up to, how your job was going, what antics he and the boys got up to at training and other small talk. He didnât want to say anything, as he could tell you were nervous enough as it was, but he knew you well enough to know that you missed Mason almost as much as Mason missed you. You were quiet, reserved, not your usual bubbly self. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadnât been your usual bubbly self since the breakup. Ben knew you loved Mason, but he never thought the breakup would impact you as much as it did.Â
 Before long, the car pulled up at Declanâs house. The nerves in the pit of your stomach started doing backflips as you went up to the front door. Loud bass was audible through the walls, and you could tell there was a large crowd already, even though it was early by most peopleâs standards. You just wanted to stay for a couple of hours at the most before quietly leaving, all ideally without seeing Mason.Â
That plan quickly went out the window when Declan opened the door, arm in arm with Mason.Â
âHey guys! OhâŚâ Declanâs wide grin disappeared the minute he saw it was you and Ben, clearly thinking you were someone else. The awkwardness was palpable. âHey Y/N, Ben, glad you guys could make it!â Dec brought you in for a hug, whispering an âIâm so sorryâ in your ear as he did so.Â
âDonât worry,â you replied in an equally quiet voice, hoping he could hear you over the music. The squeeze he gave you told you he had heard you.Â
You avoided Masonâs eyes completely as Ben and Declan caught up, Ben asking about life at Arsenal and how Declan was finding his new club.Â
âIâm gonna get a drink, did you want anything?â You asked Ben at a break in the conversation. Masonâs eyes raked over you as you got close to Ben, one of your hands absent-mindedly on his arm. Jealousy raged in his stomach.Â
âJust a beer, please, gorgeous,â Ben replied. His usual pet-name for you was innocuous for the both of you, but took on a whole new meaning in Masonâs head. Why was he calling you gorgeous? Why were you touching him? Were the tabloids correct? Had you gone for his former teammate in the wake of the breakup? Masonâs head was reeling.Â
You handed Ben his drink and wandered off to mingle with some of the Arsenal WAGS, introducing yourself to Martin Ădegaardâs new girlfriend and giving Milly, Ben Whiteâs new wife, a big hug to congratulate her, as you hadnât been able to attend the wedding.Â
Neither Declan or Ben missed the fact that Masonâs eyes rarely left your form for more than a few seconds as he watched you chat and catch up with some old friends.Â
âHow are you, Mase, United treating you well?â Ben asked conversationally.Â
âYeah, âs alright.â Eyebrows were raised at Masonâs curt tone. Ben and Declan exchanged confused glances, before leaving Mason to his thoughts and continuing into the party to see some of the other guys who had made an appearance. Mason was left with his thoughts as he stood and pondered his next move.Â
As he was doing so, he saw you excuse yourself from the small throng of people to head to the kitchen to scope out the buffet. He seized his opportunity and followed you into the kitchen.
What he couldnât have known was that instead of grabbing something to eat, you were having to physically stop yourself from having a full-blown panic attack. Gripping the counter with your hands and keeping your head bowed, you focused on keeping your breathing deep.Â
You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but an all-to-familiar voice brought you back to earth with an almighty bump.
âY/N? You okay?â You turned, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face with the person you never thought youâd see again. âY/N?â he asked again.
âY-yeah, Iâm okay.â You had suffered with anxiety and panic attacks throughout your relationship, and Mason had always known how to help you.Â
âYou sure?â A deep, shaky breath rattled through your body. You both knew the after-effects of the panic attack were the worst part of it all. You would feel exhausted, ashamed, guilty⌠But he had always been there to help you through it all. He would offer you cuddles, a listening ear, a movie, whatever you needed.Â
Things were so different now, though. There was a rift the size of the Atlantic Ocean between you, and you didnât know how to get across it.Â
âLetâs get you somewhere quiet, come on.â He hesitated, before holding out his hand for you to hold. âYou donât have to, if you donât want to.â But you realised you wanted to. You needed him, you needed his touch, his hold. You reached out and grabbed his hand, immediately feeling like you had been connected with the earth again.Â
He led you upstairs to one of the far guest rooms, opened the door and followed you in. You took a seat on the bed, fiddling with your hands in your lap. He sat on the floor in front of you, eyeing you carefully.Â
âYou sure youâre okay?â You sighed. A big, deep sigh. Now that you had him in front of you, the questions youâd held in for a year were threatening to spill over.Â
âCan I ask you something?â The look on his face suggested that he knew what you were going to ask, but he nodded, all the same. âWhy did you stop putting effort into our relationship? You always said that I was the love of your life, that I was it for you⌠what happened? What happened to us?â He sighed, similar to how you had sighed earlier.
âHonestly, Y/N, I donât have a good reason. I wish I did, believe me, but I donât. The media scrutiny, the fans giving me shit on social media, the move, everything to do with it, it all just got to me. I pushed you away without even realising and for that, I will never be able to apologise enough.â You pondered his answer, and then debated asking a question you had longed to know the answer to since the day you left but were too scared to know the answer to.Â
Before you could ask it, though, Mason spoke up. âAre you seeing Ben?â The gravity of his question made you pause.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âAre you and Ben, you know, a thing?â You shook your head.
âNo. Heâs like a brother to me, Mase, you know that. All the boys are. When I met you, you gave me a whole new family I could only have dreamed of.â Your eyes met again. His eyes hadnât changed a bit. They were still the deep chocolate brown youâd found home in for all those years.Â
You climbed down from the bed and sat with your back to the bed. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to figure out how to ask the question you were starting to crave the answer to. You felt like the answer to it was yes, but you needed to be sure. Finally, you decided to just go for it.
âDo you⌠do you still love me?â The look on his face said it all. He was looking at you like he had never seen you before, as if you were the only woman in the entire world. And to him, you were. You were everything to him and he would be forever kicking himself for ever making you feel like you weren't. He scooted forward to crouch in front of you before gently holding your face with both hands.Â
âY/N Y/LN, of course I still love you. And if youâll have me, Iâll spend the rest of my days loving and cherishing you the way you deserve. The way I should have shown you from day one.â Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at the man who had your heart.Â
âOf course, Iâll have you.â You sat up and collapsed into his arms, finally feeling that you were home once again.
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Sink Into Me - 03 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size! reader
Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.
Steve Rogers, who wonât stop calling you his guardian angel.
Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.
Steve Rogers, who isnât shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Wordcount: 6.5k
Warnings: canon level violence (series), body image issues (series), smut (series)
Notes: Hey! This is coming out later than I wanted but life is busy these days so this story is taking a back seat. Thank you to everyone who has read so far - I appreciate all the interest! While I also appreciate every single âlikeâ on the chapters, a comment or reblog goes a long way to let me know how you are enjoying the story :) Trust me when I say a nice comment or reaction gif can really make a writerâs day and I would love to hear from you all! ( if you see me in the wild, iâm @simmerandcryâ)
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The weeks of your life following the event at your apartment felt like a blur.
A lot of positives had unintentionally come from the whole experience. First, you had crossed into a friendship zone with Steve. If thatâs what you wanted to call it. You both seemed to toe the line between friendly and flirty and you had no idea what it meant. Sometimes you simply traded thoughts sparingly during the day and other times there were almost-cheeky messages after the sun went down.
He had graciously supplied you with a new phone to replace yours and even put you in touch with a dog daycare in the neighbourhood that a friend of his operated, in case you wanted to look into it for Hercules.Â
Outside of all the positives though came the heavy downside to your entire experience. It felt like you barely slept anymore. Steve had very kindly returned back to your apartment the next day and even communicated with your landlord about repairing your door and window, and when a security camera was installed one day, you figured Steve had a hand in that too.
It didnât stop you from feeling paranoid anytime you were there alone. You rushed home from work most days and crashed while the sun was still up, but once the darkness rolled in, every single noise outside made you feel nervous. Although you believed Steve when he said he would âtake careâ of things, you couldnât help but feel less and less secure as you grew more and more sleep deprived.
It was just another reason to break your lease and move on, but the idea of apartment shopping and moving was both a financial burden and a huge stressor added onto your life. Instead, you just powered through and hoped your fears would eventually subside, even if that felt impossible.Â
At least when you werenât home, you were less anxious about everything.
âYou look more exhausted everytime I see you,â Claire had nearly begged you to meet her for brunch on your day off while she was in between shifts. âDid things escalate with Steve the mobster?â
You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into the syrupy waffles sitting in front of you. âNo, no. We talk sometimes but..â You tried to hide the excitement on your face when you saw a message come in from him. Not that you had been anxiously waiting for a reply from him or anything.
You [11:31AM]: dropped off Hercules for his trial at daycare today! Thanks again for the rec :) Steve Rogers [11:50AM]: Happy to help the little guy out, sweetheart. Kate will take good care of him, I promise Steve Rogers [11:51AM]: Let me know how it goes!
Fuck, it was those petnames that got you. It had to be flirting if he was calling you sweetheart, right?Â
Sweetheart, honey, baby, doll..
Not that you wanted to admit it, but it had been a long time since you had felt any kind of emotional reaction to another person like this. Your last situationship had been with a coworker months ago and it had not gone well for you when it crashed and burned. This kind of twist in your heart when you talked to Steve was scary. Almost scarier than the idea of your apartment being broken into, really. To feel wanted by another person, romantically or physically or both, was intimidating and hard to believe.
But the more you got to know Steve, the more worth it the risk seemed.Â
You shook your head of those thoughts and caught Claireâs cheeky smile as you put your phone away.
âWas that him now?â
âYes, it was but-â
âAhhh. I knew it. You have the anxious glow of someone in the early stages of crushing.â
You sighed and rolled your eyes. âClaire, itâs not like that.â
âAre you sure? Because honestly if any man is giving you his time and communicating and making you check your phone obsessivelyâŚâ She gave you a look when you checked on your buzzing phone again. âHaving feelings for another person isnât a bad thing, you know.â
Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was the pull in your heart. Either way, you trusted Claire and without even meaning to, your insecurities spilled out. âClaire, heâs way out of my league. Heâs a 10 and at my best Iâm sure Iâm not the type usually on his radar. Our lifestyles are so vastly different, Iâm guessing all his kindness is to remedy the guilt he feels over my saving his life. Whatever this is..â you grabbed your phone and waved it around. â..is bound to fizzle out when he loses interest or thinks he has put in enough time. Itâs just how these things work.â
You hadnât even realized your eyes were squeezed shut but when you opened them, Claire was staring you down as if you had two heads.Â
âYou just gave me like half a dozen reasons why you think this guy wouldnât be into you. But has he told you otherwise?â
You paused. No, it hadnât been explicitly clear what Steveâs intentions were. Maybe he was just kind, maybe he thought you were friends. Or maybe he was interested in more.Â
âYouâll never know if you donât ask, babe.â Claire took a sip of her coffee cup and her eyes widened. âYou should make a move.â
âWhat? Like asking him out? Absolutely not.â
âJust dial up the flirtatious chatter. Send him a late night selfie, something a little bit sexy.â
âClaire. I canât.â
âUhm, you totally can. You told me you sent some pretty risky things to that idiot from your work last year sooooo take the leap.â She clapped her hands together before raising her fists in a mock cheer. âLeap of faith, leap of faith!âÂ
âOkay, okay.â You couldnât help but laugh as you tried to quiet her across the table. âI will try the photo thing. But if he rejects me and I get sad about it, youâre in charge of my emotional repair. Deal?â
âDeal.â
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Steve tried very hard to keep a clear line between his work and personal life. When he was meeting with a client or getting his hands messy taking care of less than legal business, he was in work mode. It helped that he was an independent person, keeping his personal attachments to a minimum as best as he could.Â
But with you, his lines were starting to blur. It hadnât made much of an impact yet but when your name showed up on his phone or your face crossed his mind, he tried to dismiss it until he could give you all his attention.Â
The âNo Phoneâ policy at Billy Russoâs poker game helped that, thankfully. The game was really less of a formality now, another opportunity to discuss business behind closed doors. And once the cards were piled up and every chip was cashed out and accounted for, thatâs when the important conversations took place.Â
The backroom of Russoâs newest warehouse served as a perfect backdrop for them - with subtle tinted windows looking out towards the Hudson. The high ceilings echoed with their idle chatter. Sam had moved away from the table to flirt with the bartender, leaving Steve and Bucky with Russo and his own partner in crime, Frank Castle. But despite the gameplay and niceties, Steve had an agenda.Â
âTo answer your question,â Russo set down his crystalline glass and leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised as a smirk grew on his face. âOf course Rumlow came to chat. I humoured the man but can you blame me?â
âHe wants storage space,â Castle added in, answering the question before Steve or Bucky could even wonder.
Steve nodded. It wasnât a secret that the docks, operated by Castle and Russo, had notorious clientele in the darkness of night. But Steve was their biggest partner and their working relationship had been ongoing for nearly a decade.
âWhich we wonât give him, of course. Iâm not an idiot. I know the rules.â Russo shrugged. âBut I gotta tell you, Rogers - heâs getting pushy.â
To Steveâs left, Bucky grumbled. âIf I see one of his guys out there with that new shit again, Iâm finishing this. Discussion over.â
âHey.â Steve reached his hand out to rest on Buckyâs shoulder. âOne step at a time.â
âBecca said she heard about another kid, you know. Hospitalized because of that new shit.â
Steveâs lips tightened into a line. His biggest rule for anyone crossing his boundaries - no targeting the high schools. And this new stuff Rumlow had introduced, some unstable, addictive upper - it had already been making a mess. Steve knew he couldnât control the movement of drugs and hey, why would he want to? It was lucrative for him. A twenty percent cut across the board kept his bank accounts padded. But the way Rumlow had started bleeding in, against Steveâs rules, it was getting out of hand.Â
âAt least what you did to Walker scared him off for the time being,â Castle laughed, getting up to get a refill of his whisky. âWhat I wouldnât give to see that guyâs smashed up face.â
Bucky smirked. âIt wasnât pretty.â
âHe made his bed, sending that driver after my property. Then showing up to scare a witness who has no connection to this? Heâs a bastard. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.â Steve tilted his head. âI think weâve been clear enough for the time being. Just let me know if you see Rumlow again. Because if there is a next time, I'll deal with it myself.â
Russo stood up as Steve did, extending a gracious hand as a thank you. âSo - to the club? Iâm looking for an unforgettable evening.â
Steve laughed, extending his arm over the manâs shoulder. âOh, I can promise you one.â
âShould I call up Meredith? Let her know she can come meet us?â
Steve politely ignored Russoâs bait. It had been an ongoing thing for months now - with Billy trying desperately to arrange a relationship between his sister and Steve. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing. Sure, Meredith Russo was a beautiful girl but Steve had decided a long time ago that if he was ever going to settle down with someone, it had to be genuine and not for the long term sake of a business relationship.
As they headed towards Shield , with Rumlow and Russo driving ahead while Steve and Bucky got into their awaiting car with Katy at the wheel, Steve finally checked his phone. How could he even humor the idea of Russoâs sister when there you were, sending him a few late night messages. And when he realized you had sent a photoâŚ
You [11:45PM]: best method to tire yourself out before bed? You [11:51PM]: Iâve tried everything. currently Iâve decided to just bake cookies instead You [11:52PM]: (IMG-6521)
âPlease tell me youâre pursuing that.â
Steve rolled his eyes when he saw Bucky leaning over to look at his phone screen. âEyes to yourself, punk.â He sent his elbow across the backseat and nudged Bucky in the ribs.
As much as Steve knew he had to be rational before letting you further into his life, damnit - how could he think with his upstairs brain when you were sending him photos like that? Because even in the fluorescent lights of your tiny apartment kitchen, you were a sight to be reckoned with. From your casually messy hair to your revealing tank top to the way you were biting your lip⌠The tight feeling in his pants was another important reason to try and focus on his rational brain, the one who did things correctly to win you over.Â
But he wasnât sure how much longer this type of talking was going to work for him. Sure, he wanted to get to know you better but heâd be lying if he said he didnât want to get his hands all over you, too. He had a feeling you and him would go together so well.
He took in a deep breath and finally formulated a reply.
S Rogers [12:29AM]: I can think of a few ways to tire you out before bed, baby S Rogers [12:29AM]: and what Iâd give to taste whatever youâre making S Rogers [12:34AM]: I wonât invite myself over but when can I see you? I need to see you. are you free tomorrow?
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You nearly threw up when Steve asked you out. And as the minutes ticked by Sunday morning before you were to meet him for lunch, your nerves were getting the best of you.
I need to see you.Â
That meant he was interested, right? You had left a series of frantic voice messages for Claire, praying that sheâd enjoy them on her morning break and true to her nature, she had calmed you down with a few positive affirmations and some advice for the sudden date.
You could do this. He wanted to see you. What was the issue?
The issue, perhaps, was your lack of sleep and how exhaustion was slowly creeping up on you. Maybe this was all a weird dream and youâd be showing up to lunch alone.Â
I need to see you.Â
Dressed in your favourite date outfit, which toed the line between casual and trying too hard, you headed towards the little lunch spot Steve had suggested. When you found him outside waiting for you, a wave of relief settled in your chest. There he was.Â
God, he was handsome. The mustard yellow striped shirt he was wearing hugged his chest perfectly, accentuating his biceps - which you suddenly had an urge to squeeze. You werenât sure anyone else could pull off such a look paired with black slacks and dress shoes, but Steve managed it. Maybe it had something to do with his confident energy.
When he noticed you down the block, the grin on his face grew.Â
God, he was handsome.
You remained as composed as possible while he greeted you with a hug, not before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. With a squeeze of your hand, he led you inside and immediately the server placed you both at a small table near the window.
You thought it might be awkward - the next part. The gradual move into âget to know youâ type of questions, but with Steve, it felt easy. Way easier than you could have anticipated. He casually ordered for you both once he confirmed your choice and cradled your hand in his across the table as you chatted.
The details in his face were so obvious in this setting - the golden blonde in his beard, the crinkles beside his eyes when he laughed, the shine of his blue eyes. You had a hard time looking away, because you felt so captured by him. And you didnât want to jinx it, but you had a feeling that maybe he felt the same way too.
âI donât know.â With your lip trapped between your lips, you scanned his face and held back a smile. âI think youâre lying. I find it really hard to believe that The English Patient is your favourite movie.â
âOh, come on,â Steve laughed, pausing to take a sip of his coffee cup as he narrowed his eyes. âWhat makes you think that?â
âGut feeling,â you replied with a shrug, tipping your head from side to side. âAnd I cannot imagine you deciding to put on a movie to relax and picking that.â
He pursed his lips for a moment then finally, his shoulders sunk down. âOkay, you caught me. My favourite movie is Singing in the Rain.â
You couldnât help but let out an excited laugh, smile wide as you watched him. âAmazing. Unexpected, really, but somehow that feels just right.â
âWhatâs amazing is you saw right through me. I promise Iâll never lie to you again,â Steve crossed over his heart with his index finger before reaching his hand out again and tugging yours away from the edge of your water glass. âAnd now to be very honest about something - this , you and me, it somehow feels just right, too.â
You couldnât get over his bold words but thank god he said it. What was this mysterious feeling that seemed to be sucking you both in, head first? You squeezed his hand and did everything in your power not to pinch yourself.Â
You could just feel it, enveloping you without hesitation - you were falling hard, already. It was a risk but you tried to remind yourself of what Claire had said: stop playing it safe, take the leap..
Steve barely humoured you when you offered to pay for the meal once the cheque arrived at the table. He spared you a quick glance over the billfold then took care of it with a swift flick of his wrist, sending the server away without another word.
Steveâs voice brought you back to the present, after momentarily losing yourself in him again. Your eyes had been fixated on the small area of skin on display above the buttons of his shirt, showing off just a hint of both chest hair and the ink of tattoos that were hiding beneath his gold chain.Â
With a small smile, you finally looked up and met his grin. âSorry to stare. I was just trying to figure out your tattoos.â You watched as he swallowed hard, as if trying to contain his response.
Steve cleared his throat, motioning to the door as you both stood up. âDo you have any?â Using his closest hand, he splayed his palm against your lower back as you headed outside together.
You paused once you were back on the sidewalk, accepting the suggestion as Steve offered to walk you home. âI have one lonely tattoo.â
âAnd where is that hiding?â
âThat is a secret.â You turned and looked at him over your shoulder as you started in the direction of your apartment.Â
Within a few strides, he caught up and reached for your hand. Jesus Christ, you were holding hands. How were you supposed to keep your composure?
Steve carried on, with no intention to skip over the tattoo topic. âAt least tell me what the tattoo is of?â
âJust a song lyric that reminds me of my mom. I know thatâs a bit silly.â
âI think thatâs sweet. Youâre close with her?â
âOh yeah. Sheâs my best friend. I wish I could see her more but she refuses to move back to the city. She has a good circle out in Albany though so I try not to worry about her.â
âAnd your dad?â
âUhm, non-existent.â You glossed over that quickly, tugging Steve along as you ventured through a crowd at the crosswalk. âWhat about you and nurse Sarah?â
âMy ma - sheâs whole heart. I almost lost her once and..â he trailed off, as if experiencing a jolt of unwelcome pain. âSheâs the most important woman in my life.â
Once you got back to your apartment, you had a feeling Steve didnât want things to come to an end yet. And truthfully, you didnât either. Maybe inviting him in was too soon, especially in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, but he happily agreed to join you as you took Hercules for a walk.Â
You regaled Steve with the dramatic story about how you adopted Hercules (âHe was my first attempt at fostering a dog and I immediately fell in love.â)
Steve told you about how he enlisted with Bucky and Sam after college. You traded stories about figuring your lives out in the city after your careers got started.
Before you realized it, you had looped around the block numerous times until finally, Steve remorsefully shared that he had some work things to take care of and he had to get going.Â
âI wish we could just keep going with whatever this is,â he insisted with a sad smile. Slowly, he reached his hand out and cradled your cheek. âCan I see you again? Dinner this week?â
âYou want to see m-â You cut yourself off. Was now really the time to be filling your mind with self doubt? You were already putty in his hands, if it wasnât obvious enough. âYes, Iâd love that.â It pained you but you knew your work week ahead was a bit intense. âWednesday?â
Steve tipped his head back and groaned, very dramatically. âI guess I can wait until Wednesday.â He dragged his tongue across his lips, his hand travelling from your cheek towards your neck. âBut in the meantime, I donât think Iâll be able to wait until then to do this..â He met your eyes for an extra moment, waiting for your permission.
You had barely nodded your head before Steve tipped his head down and pressed his lips to yours. To describe Steve as eager would have been a disservice - but damn, the man was hungry. His lips moved in a way that seemed both calculated and feverish, leaving you catching your breath and Steve letting out a quiet growl for more.
The strap of Herculesâ leash dropped from your hand and before you realized it, Steve had caught it with his free hand, pulling away from you with a coy grin.
âWednesday,â you whispered out the words, happily taking the leash back from Steve. âWe should do more of that Wednesday.â
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You [4:01PM]: crisis alert - Steve kissed me after our date You [4:01PM]: and it was so good. SO GOOD. Wanda [4:02PM]: !!!!! Wanda [4:03PM]: why is this a crisis? You [4:05PM]: I need to be grounded in reality Maria [4:05PM]: donât worry, Iâm always here to burst your bubble about some average man Claire [4:06PM]: letâs hope heâs above average Claire [4:07PM]: girl, get it. the real crisis is your underwear drawer, probably You [4:08PM]: wow, ouch You [4:08PM]: youâre probably right Maria [4:08PM]: booooooo
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Steve was trying so hard to do this correctly. He could take any girl to dinner then back to his bed, but with you, he was strategizing. The extended lunch date had been step one. And leaving you with just a kiss, despite his undying desire for all of you, he was trying to establish this was important to him.Â
You were important to him.Â
Just getting to know you and seeing your smile, and God, hearing you laugh - he was done for. He hadnât felt this way before and he didnât want to fuck it up. It wasnât lost on him how rare this flood of feelings were - when was the last time he anxiously paced around his office, half-assing his check-ins, delegating more than he normally would, daydreaming about you, counting down the minutes until he picked you up?
It didnât help that you two had spent the last few nights on the phone, talking way later than either of you probably needed to be awake. But it seemed you couldnât help yourselves.
When you messaged him about working late then picking up Hercules late and that you were running behind, he frowned.Â
You [5:57PM]: Iâm really sorry Steve [5:57PM]: Itâs okay, I had just gotten to my car You [5:58PM]: Well, if you want to head over now - if you donât mind waiting, you can come in and hang with Herc :)Â
You greeted him at the door, already apologizing profusely for not being ready on time. How could he be mad when he got to see this side of you - in between outfits and still smiling so nervously?Â
âI pushed the reservation,â Steve assured you with a wave of his hand, resisting the urge to push you against the closest wall and pick up where you left off earlier that week. âTake your time.â
âThank you, I really appreciate it,â you offered him another nervous smile before turning, heading back towards your bathroom. âIâve been taking naps after work the last few weeks but working late today has just thrown me off. I swear Iâm usually not like this..â
âIt's okay, youâre giving me time to befriend Hercules anyway.â Steve took a seat on your couch, happy to spend the next few minutes playing with your dog while you got ready.Â
He couldnât quite pinpoint it, but something about your energy seemed off. Maybe it was nerves, but after things had ended so positively following your lunch date, he hoped it was good nerves, at least. Positive energy, if possible. The connection between you had struck him so furiously, he supposed it made sense to look at it from a realistic perspective too, but he wanted you to be excited, not anxious.Â
As he leaned back into the cushions, he felt something poke into his back. Curious, he leaned forward again and twisted, eyebrows raising as he found a small cast iron frying pan lodged between your pillows.Â
Steve considered himself a very intuitive person. Once he took a half second to analyze your space, he was coming to a conclusion he hoped wasnât true. Tipping his head to the side, he scanned the doorway. The landlord had quickly removed the broken door and replaced it with something more secure, thanks to a strongly worded phone call and thinly veiled threat from Steve. And yet, you kept a spare dining chair propped up behind it.Â
Behind him, the window above your couch had also been replaced - and you had left the protective plastic on the new pane, plus added an extra blanket to cover it up.
He stood up and took a few paces further into your apartment, sparing a glance into the kitchen. You had moved your knife block closer to the edge of the counter.
âDo you think those guys are going to show up again? At my apartment?â
Steve let out a quiet sigh, desperate to keep a rational mind as he called out your name.
âIâm almost ready!â You called back through the bathroom door, opening it slowly to find Steveâs concerned face. Your bathroom was tiny and even in the doorway, it seemed as if Steve was already inside the room with you. âIs everything okay?â
He nodded, barely. Steve sucked in a breath, dragging a hand across his jaw as he flicked his gaze down to watch you through the mirror. Fuck, he just had to ask. âI think so... But why did I just find a frying pan behind your couch cushions?â
Slowly, you brought your hand back down and rested it on the sink, meeting Steveâs eyes in the mirror. âOh, uh.. I must have forgotten it there..â
He could see your immediate distress, the way you held your breath and gripped the edge of the countertop. âI mean, I know you have a small kitchen but if you are using your couch for storage..â Steve said your name, confidently calling your bluff as he searched for the explanation. He reached his hand out and rested it on your shoulder. âHey, talk to me.â
You closed your eyes. âI canât really explain..â You swallowed hard, head moving side to side in a curt shake. âI understand if you want to leave.â
His head shook slowly, one eyebrow drawing upwards in concern. âWhat? Why would I do that?â
âI could think of a dozen reasons why youâd want to bail now.â
âAnd I can think of a dozen reasons to stay.â He lifted his hand and cradled your chin, encouraging you to look in his direction. âSweetheart, tell me whatâs going on. Just try and explain it, please. Iâm listening.â
Maybe you were tired, maybe you had nothing to lose. Taking a deep breath, everything just spilled out. âFine. I.. I canât sleep anymore. Iâm scared here all the time and I donât know what to do. I canât afford to even think about looking for a new place so Iâm hoping thisâll just go away and, well, I know this is a lot. Too much, probably. Iâm too much - itâs okay if you donât want to deal with it.â You choked out a laugh. âItâs not like Iâd be able to attack someone if they broke in again! I mean, look at me - what kind of insane person hides wannabe weapons around her home, just in case? What am I going to do - attack some gun wielding idiot with a frying pan? I just.. itâs a dumb precaution I guess.â You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from Steve. âIâm scared. And tired, so tired.â
Steve took in a deep breath, then leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your head. With a few quiet words and his guidance, you were suddenly sitting on the closed toilet seat while he crouched in front of you.Â
âYouâre not too much.â He rested his hands on your knees, thumbs swooping in circles against your skin. âWhy didnât you tell me about this?â
You shrugged, letting out a deflated laugh. âWe met like five minutes ago. I donât do this sort of thing-â You motioned between yourself and Steve, â-often and Iâm worried Iâm screwing it all up. Having irrational fears about living in my own home - you donât want to deal with that.â
Steve sighed. If anyone was going to screw up, he knew it wouldnât be you. âContrary to what you might think, I donât do this much either.â He motioned between you both the same way. âSo, let's try and deal with this âscared to sleepâ thing together.â He offered you a small smile. âFirst thing - how about a nap?â He was confident that your door and window were secure though he was determined to check on those things later, too.
âBut you made reservations and-â
He waved his hand, dismissing your argument. âCâmon. Do you think youâll sleep better if Iâm watching guard from the living room?â
A frown returned to your face. âI guess. But I bet I would have the most success if you were.. in bed beside me.â
Steve laughed, brushing his tongue over his lips to focus his thoughts. âIâm trying to be a gentleman, sweetheart.â
âWeâll keep it PG..â You stifled a yawn. âI promise.â
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You half expected Steve to be gone when you finally stirred from your sleep. Even if he had crawled into the bed beside you and draped his arm over you, with one cautious hand rubbing your back as you drifted asleep.Â
But when you woke up, he was still on the bed. He had shifted slightly to sit up against the headboard, typing on his phone. The glow of his screen and your bedside table lamp cast a glow across his stoic features.Â
When he noticed you stirring, he turned his gaze in your direction. âHey you.â
âHi,â you replied quietly, propping yourself up onto your elbows. âHope I didnât sleep too long.â
âAbout an hour,â Steve answered, reaching his hand over slowly and brushing his thumb across your cheek. âSeems like you needed it though. The pillow drool is evidence.â
âNooo,â you pushed his hand away and tried to hide under the blankets. âLetâs pretend you didnât see that. Drool is for third dates, at the earliest.âÂ
âWanna come somewhere with me? I know itâs not the date we had planned but I need to check out one of my buildings.â Steve reached over and tugged down the blanket. âWhat do you say? We can bring Hercules too.â
You could already hear your excited pup getting up from his perch on the hallway floor outside your room, excited to be included in whatever the plan was. You appreciated Steveâs ongoing inclusion of your son. âSure. Iâm sorry I turned our evening into this.â
âYouâve got nothing to apologize for, sweetheart.âÂ
You were quick to get ready again, although with a bit less attention to detail since your fancy dinner reservations had gone out the window. By the time you put yourself together and headed to Steveâs car, you couldnât hide your loud, hungry stomach.
And instead of letting you dismiss your hunger, Steve doubled down and insisted he take you by his favourite pizza place on the way to his property. You laughed when he claimed it was a Brooklyn institution, deserving of every single pizza award in existence. You didnât have the heart to tell him it was fine and your own preferred spot was way better. It probably wasnât the right time to have a playful argument with him while he was greeted so warmly by the owners of the pizza shop.
One thing you appreciated immensely about Steve already was how much he seemed to care about Hercules and how he was a part of your life. Steve didnât even hesitate to let him into his very fancy car and even mentioned that moving forward heâd try to bring a bigger vehicle to better accommodate your son.
Although you couldnât be certain, from the way he discussed it, Steve clearly owned multiple properties of varying purposes. The building he eventually parked in front of was what looked like a refurbished apartment building. It was on a quiet street just a few blocks from Steveâs own apartment.
âWow,â your commentary spilled out when you got out of the car, guiding Hercules along too. âYou sure he can come in here?â
Steve grabbed your free hand and nodded. âOf course, this is a pet friendly building. Actually, it even has a mini dog park off the left side beyond the community room.âÂ
You followed where he motioned beside the building, craning your neck to see a tall fence beside the far wall. âYouâre kidding. Dang, a real luxury building, Herc. What a dream.â
âYou have no idea,â Steve joked, pausing outside the door before someone appeared to let you in. âThanks, Barton.â Steve turned and introduced you to the man as you walked in.
âNice to meet you,â you said to Clint, who Steve described as a âjack of all tradesâ property manager who helped maintain all of Steveâs buildings. âThis place seems amazing.â
âYou know how that phrase goes, right?â Clint threw up his elbow to nudge at Steve as you all headed to the elevator. âJack of all trades, master of none?â
âHey, youâre a master of a lot of stuff, I know. You should see this guy play darts,â Steve shot you a small glance and winked.
âYeah, yeah. Whatever, Rogers. Let me show you that newly vacated unit - third floor.â
You werenât sure what the weird non-talking was that seemed to be going on between Steve and his friend, but you figured it wasnât your place to ask. It seemed as if everything Clint was saying and explaining to you, he needed Steveâs approval for it.Â
By the time you got to your destination, Clint had gone through a thorough list of amenities about the building. You werenât sure why he was doing that either - you figured Steve must already know about the building since he owned it but it was nice to hear about. Beyond the dog park, there was a small coffee shop being added to the lobby, plus there was a full gym and rooftop deck area for all tenants to use at their leisure. Full time doorman, co-working space, parcel delivery, basement storage, bike storage, garbage pickup.. It was beyond luxury.
Clint flipped through his keychain and let you and Steve into one of the units on the corner, then excused himself on a phone call.
âThis building is amazing. Wait, I already said that. Incredible, there we go.â You took a few more steps in, taking in the bright lights and clean lines of the one bedroom apartment. âWow.â While the bar for what you considered a decent apartment was low, this place was still impressive.
It wasnât much bigger than your own place but the layout made way more sense and it was clearly recently renovated, with a small kitchen full of new cabinetry on the left wall that opened up into the main living room space. And god, the windows were huge - giving a nice view into the streets of Brooklyn. And shit - what was a dishwasher?
You looked back at Steve, who was watching you from his little pose leaning against the door. âDid you just need to see the unit to make sure it was all clean for the next person?â Truthfully, that didnât make much sense but you seriously could not pinpoint why Steve had any interest in checking out the apartment.
He shook his head, a growing grin on his face as he pushed off from his pose. âDid you see the in-unit laundry?â In a few strides he pulled open a closet door to reveal a stackable washer and dryer unit. âBig closet in the bedroom too.âÂ
You followed him into the bedroom, which shared the same view as the living room with windows that reached the ceiling. âItâs so nice. Whoever moves in next better appreciate it.â Your eyebrow raised up, curious when Steve started wringing his hands together, nervous. âAre you okay?â
âOh yes,â he hesitated, tipping his head side to side before he took a step closer to you near the window. âIâm just trying to figure out how to approach this right. This apartment.. I want to offer it to you.â He pointed his fingers out through his clasped hands, waiting for your reaction. âWhat do you think?â
You laughed at the idea, unable to even take him seriously. âThere is no way I can afford this place, Steve. Thank you but..â
âDonât let the price be an issue.â
You scrunched up your face, keeping a firm grip on Herculesâ leash. âYou canât just give me an apartment.â
âIâm not,â He smiled, soft and honest. âI mean, I would but.. Iâll match your current rent. No deposit, no extra fees. Youâve got to let me give you back your sense of security. Itâs killing me knowing youâve lost that.â Though your resistance was wavering, he tried to reassure you. âJust think about it, okay? I promise I donât have any ulterior motives. I just.. your safety is important to me. And I told you - a thousand favours.â
You closed your eyes, juggling both the uncertainty and excitement of possibility in your mind. âSteve, an apartment is worth a lot of favours, I think.â
âDo you know the exact exchange rate of rental property to favours? We could start a spreadsheet maybe..â His cheeky grin was practically spilling off his face. âYou deserve to feel safe in your own home, sweetheart. Hercules too.â
With a gentle poke you tapped against his chest. âJust let me think about this one?â
âOkay, okay. Whenever you decide, whatever you decide, you let me know and weâll get things sorted with Clint.â Steve took another step closer and slowly brought his hands up to your cheeks again, nibbling his own lip as he took you in. âNow, how about a sleepover tonight? I think we have some unfinished business from our last date.â
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< Chapter 02 - Chapter 04 >
Notes: Up next: like our queen Miss Taylor sang in Labyrinth: âoh no, iâm falling in loveeeeâ and maybe⌠some smut and danger and a peek into Steveâs business side. Iâd love to know what you think so far! thank you for reading :)
#steve rogers x reader#mob boss steve rogers#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x plus size reader#mob boss steve rogers x you#marvel fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#mob au#simmerandcry#simmerandwrite#story: sink into me#simmer and write
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Random Ace Attorney headcanons!!! :D
Feel free to leave ur own in the notes or if u agree/disagree!!
(Also please keep in mind that I'm basing these off of the first trilogy since that it all I've played so far!)
Feel free to ask/request any other specific headcanons from me :D
Phoenix Wright
Barely passed the LSAT
Used to have panic attacks in court (is now in therapy)
Always has a hair tie for Maya
Has learned how to do Pearl's hair for her
Filipino/American
Chronically online
Finds millennial humor funny
ADHD undiagnosed
Bisexual
His hair ALWAYS has traces of gel in it
He's a dog person but loves cats
His suit is always a bit wrinkled
Survives on red bull and microwave dinners
*finger guns*
Love language is physical touch and acts of service
Falls asleep at his desk every night during a case
Needs 5+ alarms to wake up in the morning
Uses concealer to hide his eye bags
Doesn't floss
Sleeps like a starfish
Has sweat stains on several shirts
Naturally wavy hair but he straightens it
Miles Edgeworth
Always hours early to a case because he's very anxious about being late
Sometimes wishes he had a different career (outside of law) but never even considered it an option until recently
Very argumentative over silly things, eventually apologizes with a small gift or note
Love language is gift giving
Enjoys parallel play.. like he enjoys just having someone in his office while he's working even though he doesn't acknowledge them
Has good stamina from always using stairs over elevators
Can cook very well, enjoys cooking for others
Autistic (late diagnosed)
Has a collection of fidget toys that only a few people know about
Chronically OFFline
Enjoys animal crossing and other peaceful games
Has excellent hygiene
Started dying his hair grey as soon as he found one strand of grey hair
Makes a photo album for Franziska for her birthday each year
Has a blanket that he's slept with for 10+ years
Keeps every trinket that Pearl or Maya might give him
Has fresh clothes and toiletries at the office in case he sleeps there
Prefers gold over silver
Is a cat person but is okay with dogs (he thinks dogs are messy)
Has an ironing board in the wall of his office
Probably gay or somewhere on the aroace spectrum
Wears a full face of makeup to court (gatekeeps his sweat proof foundation)
Sleeps curled up in one corner of his bed
Maya Fey
Loves to do cartwheels (can't actually do a proper cartwheel)
Tries learning Japanese on DuoLingo (can't keep more than a 5 day streak)
Taught Pearl basically everything she knows
Love language is quality time
Is very good at rhythm games
Has "childish" interests like Sailor Moon, Hello Kitty, My Little Pony, etc.
Enjoys older arcade games like Galaga, Frogger, and Mappy
Wanted to be a veterinarian at some point but is a bit too squeamish for that
Is ALWAYS late even if she plans to be early
Sleeps with a night light
Has a collection of rocks that Pearl gave her growing up
Loves abstract art
Hugs very tightly
Since Mia's death her last words to anyone close to her when they separate for any amount of time is "I love you" just in case
Is naturally unorganized but started keeping a planner when she started working with Phoenix... she sometimes forgets the planner exists but she TRIES okay??
Dick Gumshoe
Love language is gift giving and acts of service for SURE
Would gladly give someone his umbrella in the rain knowing he'd get soaked
Doesn't know how to cook because he doesn't have the resources but he'd like to learn
Forgot to put water in his ramen once and almost burned his apartment down
Doesn't always shower because his water gets cut off
Smells pretty rank but Edgeworth gifts him nice body sprays sometimes
Always makes sure Edgeworth is up at a reasonable time for a case/trial even though he really doesn't need to
Always chewing gum
Dream car is a Jeep Wrangler
Demiromantic
Memorizes little details about people to give them good birthday/holiday gifts
Gets very excited about fortune cookies
Loves buffets
Gives the BEST hugs
Is scared of thunderstorms and terrified of hurricanes
Really appreciates small gifts like keychains or trinkets
Lets Maya and Pearl paint his nails
Has really large and calloused hands
Sleeps all snuggled up hugging a pillow
Used to collect magnifying glasses
Bites on his pencils/pens
Franziska Von Karma
Sapphic.
She wears press ons
Stalks the social media accounts of her clients
Sleeps in a grandma nightgown
Has two planners: one physical and one on her phone
Really wants a pet rabbit
Has so many decorative pillows on her bed and arranges them every morning
Hits people next to her when she laughs
Quietly gives gifts for holidays/birthdays without making it a big deal
Casually gives super expensive gifts
Plays Genshin
Forces Edgeworth to watch reality TV with her (Say Yes to the Dress, My Strange Addiction, ANTM, Jersey Shore)
Really likes horror movies but can't handle too much gore
Classically trained in ballet
Enjoys photography
Watches the Kentucky Derby every year
Basically raised Miles when Manfred didn't
Knows how to sew but doesn't have the time
Collects Monster High dolls
Likes dogs but LOVES cats
Finds dumb people really attractive
Needs complete silence when doing paperwork or she can't concentrate
Autistic (undiagnosed)
Doesn't plan on ever getting married
Probably one of the only characters that gets proper sleep
Prefers pleated skirts over pencil but wears them in court to look professional
Hates the texture of chiffon fabric
Always wearing a different pair of earrings
Has a couple small tattoos but covers them well
Has the sharpest eyeliner known to man
Fluent in a few languages including Mandarin Chinese, French, and Italian
That's all for now!!
#ace attorney#dick gumshoe#franziska von karma#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#maya fey#phoenix wright ace attorney#ace attorney trilogy#ace attorney headcanons#aa headcanons
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happy wincest wednesday! random question: do you think salmondean have any weird phobias that they didn't mention on the show? -lizzy
Happy Wincest Wednesday!! âĄ
First, thanks for the ask! Second, this is a really good question, and it got me thinking. So I'm just gonna ramble a bit about why I think they have each phobia I list under the cut. Also, they're not that weird of phobias, I don't think, so I hope that's okay! ^^
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Dean:
⢠Cynophobia: Fear of Dogs.
After being brutally mauled by hellhounds, I would be scared too :( However, in typical Dean fashion, he represses it, and it comes off as just an aversion to dogs. (Ex. Running from that small dog in Yellow Fever, being upset at Sam for having a dog in his car in s8, Portia from Man's Best Friend with Benefits clocking that Dean dislikes dogs.) I think it isn't until Dog Dean Afternoon where he can understand them and act like them, does he come to face his fear and even come to like dogs. Hence why he was sweet with Miracle in s15.
⢠Pyrophobia: Fear of Fire.
I think this one was temporary, as well, and definitely when he was little. I feel like watching your house go up in flames and having your mom die when you're four will do that to you. As I said, this one is definitely temporary as Dean had to "grow out of it" when he started hunting with John, and they needed to salt & burn bones and things of that nature.
⢠Taphophobia: Fear of Being Burried Alive.
I don't have much canon support on this one, but I think waking up burried in s4 could've fucked him up a bit. Not to mention in s14 with the Ma'lak Box, he has nightmares about trapping himself in it with Michael. I feel like anyone would be freaked out over this, but I don't know, it just feels right. Dean likes being in control and he usually fears things where he feels trapped and vulnerable (like planes) so I think it's possible.
⢠Homophobia (Kidding lmao.)
Wait, actually...
⢠Internalized Homophobia.
I don't have to explain this one. You understand, yes?
Sam:
⢠Eisoptrophobia: Fear of Mirrors.
Sam is a very guilty character, as we all know, and I think that could seriously skew how he sees himself to the point that he avoids looking at himself whenever he can. I think it gets worse after he gets his soul back, and he has identity issues with all his soulless counterpart did. Plus, all the times he's been possessed. Sometimes, he looks and sees Lucifer, sometimes Gadreel (maybe even Meg in earlier seasons. She could've started his aversion). Regardless, it's just easier for him not to look at himself.
⢠Phonophobia: Fear of Loud Sounds.
Late seasons Sammy flinches⢠:((
In canon, he has visible reactions to Dean getting loud and angry, and I also think it could apply to other loud sounds as well. With all he's been through, I wouldn't be surprised if this was a symptom of his ptsd. (Also, I headcanon that he enjoys spending time with Eileen because it's always quiet. They can sit in silence and sign to each other, and it's calming.)
⢠Decidophobia: Fear of Making Decisions.
Wait, hear me out. Nearly every time Sam makes a big decision in his life, it backfires on him. It's always the "wrong choice" no matter how much good he tries to achieve. I, of course, don't blame him for this, but basically, everyone in his life does. With that in mind, I think Sam would struggle to make big choices. The fight being zapped from him in the later seasons? Submitting to Dean? It's easier. In his mind he can't "fuck anything up" if he just does what he's told... and even then, it's never good enough :(
Sam & Dean:
⢠Eremophobia: Fear of Being Alone/Abandoned.
This one also doesn't need explaining. These codependent boys need each other like oxygen. Canon support: the entire show.
⢠Somniphobia: Fear of Sleeping.
This is a long one y'all...
I headcanon that they both are anxious to go to sleep because [insert trauma here], but they never realized it because they'd always slept either with each other (when little) or next to each other (in motels). But after having separate rooms in the bunker, it called it to attention. I feel like they started (literal) sleeping together after the newness & excitement of having their own rooms wore off.
People can have this fear for different reasons, and I listed nightmares, but I also think Sam would have sleep paralysis and sometimes see Lucifer, which isn't fun. Fear of dying in your sleep can also be a symptom, but I'm spinning this one to the fear of each other dying. If the brothers are (literal) sleeping together, they can check the other's pulse from time to time, feel their breathing, and know that the other is okay. Also, another symptom can be things happening to them in their sleep (website said like burglary, fire, disasters, etc), I think it's fitting too, but it'd be more like monsters and demons for them.
Canon support for this is kinda low, but there is some, in my opinion. In motels, sleeping on the edge of their beds near each other. After hell trauma, sleeping fully clothed on top of the covers, never settling. Guns and knives hidden under beds, mattresses, and pillows. (People have also pointed out seeing one brother's stuff in the other brother's room, so this fuels my delusion that they share rooms in the bunker sometimes.)
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Anyways, that's all I have for right now. I'm sure I could find more if I kept researching (because this is so interesting and I'm going down a rabbit hole of fears), but this post is already kinda long... Thanks again for the ask, and I hope this is what you were looking for! ^^
#asks answered#wincest wednesday#wincest#samdean#headcanons#fear headcanons#character analysis i guess?
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If Itâs Meant to Be
Pt. 8
Summary: Bad things happen to good people, thatâs just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person youâre meant to be withâŚ
Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader
Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!!Â
Word Count: 3108
A/N: This fic is completely unbetaâd, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!
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âSilent as the graveâ, would possibly be a good phrase to describe the car ride back to Y/Nâs little house that was nestled so quaintly on a quiet street just outside of town...Â
Or would it really be a good phrase if you think about it? Because honestly, there was plenty of noise all around them. Just like she would assume there would be in a grave, if one was buried that is. So maybe it was a good enough analogy?Â
In the grave, it would be safe to say that you would hear the muffled sound of the cars as they passed by on the highway. You would maybe even hear the muffled mourning of a passing funeral procession further down the line of silent tombs. Outside there would still be birds singing. Dogs barking. The occasional bombing of a radio of a young, carless person they passed by, going on about their daily lives. There would be ânoiseâ all around, echoing into the empty, dark, tomb that held the carcass of the one that no longer lived here on this side of the universe.Â
Sitting in that car was almost the same. There were noises. Cars flew by them on the highway. Dogs barked on the side of the road as their owners attempted to walk them. If the window was down, there would be the occasional bird singing. The car next to them at the redlight had a loud thump of a base that even shook her rearview mirror. But inside the car, inside this âgraveâ of sorts, not a sound was uttered between the two of them as she drove closer and closer to home. It was just the echo of life going on about them into the dark place they both seemed to find themselves. So yes, she assumed âsilent as the graveâ would fit the pair of them perfectly.Â
The only sound that came from the passenger seat next to her in her little car, was the high-pitched wine that would slip past Beauâs very high defenses every time she stopped suddenly or hit a bump in the road. At first the sadistic side of her revealed in the fact that she caused him at least some measure of pain. A twisted payback if you will, for the pain heâd already caused her. But the more he did it, the more the Omega inside of her took pity on him, and she slowed her pace down to be more careful of the stop signs and bumps. At which point, the carâs interior became deathly silent, all but the sounds that were coming from all around them.Â
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled up the small, concrete driveway that of her house, and put the car in park, her heart hammering so loudly that she was certain he could hear it, but when she looked over at him, sitting in the passenger seat with this head down, and his eyes shut tight, carefully breathing out of his mouth, she had a feeling that he could currently give a fuck just how anxious she was in that moment. Mostly likely, all he cared about was how much pain he was in. Which, honestly, he had been shot, so that was kinda understandable.Â
âAre you just gonna sit there, mouth breathing, or do you plan to come inside,â Y/N shot at him, doing her best to hide just how much she wanted to reach out and comfort him, putting up the same cold manners heâd given her.Â
Beau looked at her then, and she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from whining at the dead, pained look on his face. It was enough to make her feel guilty for snapping at him.Â
She would have almost understood if heâd decided to bite back at her. But instead of arguing, or even making a snide remark, he just nodded as he hit send on the text message on his phone heâd typed up to Jenny, she was pretty sure it was something to do with pain medication he needed from the pharmacy, and she eternally slapped herself. She wanted to give him a dose of his own medication, but she didnât mean to be THAT cruel.Â
He didnât give her time to say anything else to him, he just grabbed the door handle and manhandled the door open on the car, stepping out onto the driveway to wait on her.Â
Way deep down in the back of her mind, she knew this was going to be harder than she wanted to admit, and maybe, just maybe, she should have taken him back to his trailer and just stayed with him there. She knew that her house would reek with her scent, and she knew Beau knew it too. Him still having signs of rut in his system wasnât, being here would probably just make things that much worse. But honestly, she could not make herself step foot back in that trailer right now.Â
Even though both of them knew these things, neither said a word to one another as she turned the key on her front door, and stepped inside with him right behind her.Â
Her house was not a large one. One bedroom, one bathroom, with a small open kitchen and living room floor plan. It was all the rent she could afford when she came to Montana. Now, she wished that she would have at least splurged for the two bedrooms.Â
âWhere am I allowed to sit down?â Beau asked behind her, making her jump at the scratchy, tired sound of his voice.Â
âAnywhere,â she answered, shaking herself out of the daze she had let herself slip into. She had a tendency to do that when she was stressed. Sheâd let herself slip away into worry. Which is exactly what she had just done.Â
She watched him as he slowly made his way over to the couch and sat down slowly, grunting as he did so with the effort it took to move. She knew he was in pain, she wasnât an idiot, and it made the Omega inside of her sway her for just a moment.Â
Beau winced as he tried to remove the jacket from his shoulders, and out of reflex, Y/N moved to help him, when a deep, warning growl sounded so suddenly from him, that she damn near fell on her ass in sheer surprise.Â
Beau seemed a little surprised by his own reaction, and stared at her, wide eyed, and mouth moving, but no words seemed to be able to come out as Y/N slowly backed away from him.Â
She couldnât decide if she deserved that reaction, or maybe if bringing him here was a really, REALLY bad idea, and this was the first sign of it. Maybe Beau wasnât who she thought he was, maybe he was one of those Alphas that every mother everywhere warned her about.Â
The air between the pair of them was so tense, and so thick, you could have cut it with a knife. Neither one of them could move. Y/Nâs emotions were reeling at a thousand miles a second. She was more than a little upset if she were being truthful about the whole situation, and while she had been no saint to him, she had been pretty hurt by him from the beginning. Still, she didnât expect him to become suddenly aggressive with her. If she would admit it, even to herself, his reaction to her even just touching his jacket was more than a little hurtful. It stung really.Â
Beau stood slowly, careful with his movements because of his arm, and also, she was sure he could sense she was afraid of him. âMaybe it would be best if I just go and stay with Jennyââ
âAnd when you go into rut, and have to be hospitalized, who do you think will end up in jail Beau? Theyâre not exactly going to come after the Sheriff, but they will have no problem coming after a no name Omega like myself.â
Beauâs nostrils flared and his lips thinned out into a line, showing off dimples that did nothing but spell out his discontent in a cute fashion. Which she was a little too angry and hurt to focus on at that moment, but she was sure theyâd come back to haunt her later.Â
After a moment of consideration, Beau sighed heavily then sat back down on the couch to run his hand over his face harshly.Â
âYou donât want me here, I was just trying to relieve you of me, thatâs all.â
She opened her mouth to rebuttal him, but as soon as she did, the doorbell sounded.Â
âThatâs probably Jenny with your things,â Y/N said, her voice tight with frustration and hurt, and it didnât go unnoticed by Beau. She didnât give him any time to open his mouth again and hurt her any further, so she opened the door for a very concerned looking Jenny, who wasted no time to step inside with her full attention on Beau. So much so, that Y/N just stepped back and closed the door behind her for the tall blonde that hurriedly made her way towards the injured Alpha.Â
âJesus Beau,â she fussed as she knelt down in front of him, and Y/N tried not to let it show that she was suddenly nauseated. âYouâre still covered in blood.âÂ
Y/N did not miss the judgemental tone in her statement, but said nothing, she suddenly felt very outnumbered in her own home. Like a third wheel in this whole situation.Â
âWell, I kinda had to wait on you to get here before I can take this off, I doubt she would have anything that would fit me,â Beau quickly responded, letting Jenny help him lower the sling and lift the soiled shirt from his chest and over his head. Something that his Omega should be doing, not Jenny. Y/N had to bite down hard on the inside of her check, the urge to tell the Alpha to get the fuck out of her house was suddenly almost overpowering, and the slap to the face that Beau was basically letting her strip him in the living room, when he woudlnât even let her take off his jacket fucking hurt.Â
Here she thought that Jenny was trying to force them together. Now she felt like she was shoving herself in the way.
âCome on,â Jenny pressed, helping Beau stand to his feet as she looked around the small space towards the bathroom. âLetâs get you showered and cleaned up, you donât need to sit here with this blood on you.â
Beauâs eyes drifted towards where Y/N was standing, leaning against the front door. What she was feeling inside, the hurt, the turmoil, the utter fucking slap of it all, must have been showing on her face, because Beau carefully shrugged out of Jennyâs grip, and lowered his gaze.Â
âI think I can handle that from here,â he announced, careful to keep his head down and his voice low, but Jenny wasnât slow by any means, and caught the hint right away, looking towards where his gaze had been just a moment before to find Y/N standing there, with her own head lowered, and suddenly very interested in the floor under her feet.Â
âOh, OH, fuck Iâm sorry. I need to get out of you guyâs hair.â Jenny gasps, backing away from Beau as if he was contagious, as she turned to Y/N, who still stood rooted in her spot. âI really am sorry Y/N, I did it without thinking. I justâ heâs my partner at work, and Iâm to having tooââ
âItâs okay Jenny,â Y/N silenced her by holding up her hand and stepping away from the door so that the blonde could leave. âItâs not like he belongs to me, and the likelihood he ever would is almost non-existent. If you want to stay and help him, Iâm not going to stop you. Hell, he wanted to go with you a few minutes ago, andââ
âNo,â Jenny said, turning around to glare at Beau, who suddenly became very interested in his feet again, refusing to make eye contact with either female. âHeâs staying right here. Iâm not going to get into your business Beau, because I said that I wouldnât in the hospital today, but you guys, him especially, need to work this out. Youâre his true mate, whether he wants to admit it or not, you both know it, and he needs to man up and do what his instincts are telling him to do and stop being a little bitch about it. That being said, heâs staying right here.â
âSo much for not getting involved,â Beau mouthed behind her, and she turned again to glare at him, causing the Alpha to look at the floor again.Â
âIâm going to leave before I hurt him,â Jenny said, turning to Y/N again. âIf he gives you any shit call me, and Iâll take his ass back to the hospital myself, where I will embarrass the shit out of him by telling the entire hospital he couldn't bring little Beau up to bat, so now heâs back here.â
Y/N had to repress the smirk, cause she was pretty sure Jenny would do it, and judging by the mortified look on Beauâs face, he was too.Â
âHeâs meds are in his duffle,â she called over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door, giving Y/N a quick pat on her shoulder as she exited, leaving Beau and Y/N alone once again, this time Beau standing shirtless in the middle of the floor with his arm held in a sling like position, and dried blood on display on his side and chest.Â
âLook,â Beau said as soon as he was sure that Jenny was out of ear shot, shuffling his feet awkwardly. âI justâ I just need you to help me through the next few days, and then Iâll be on my way. I donât think Iâm going to go into rut, at least I donât feel like I am. I just canât get this off of me without your help. I know you want to throw me in a corner, and pretend Iâm not here, which I donât blame you for that at all, but I canât even get this fucking bandage off to get in the shower. I need help. Whether I want to admit that or not. Give me a few days and I will call Carla. She was my first Omega, and by law, if she will agree to take me in, I can go stay with her and Em, and there will be no repercussions on you. Then you will be rid of me. Can you just please help me for a few days? If not, and you really donât want me around here, Iâll go check myself back into the hospital, and tell them it was my choice. Either way, Iâll make sure your hands are clean.â
Y/N ran her hands down her face before she glared back at him, angry, hurt, and fuck if every time he opened his mouth it didnât just make things worse.Â
âItâs not that I donât want you around Beau. Hell, I tried to help you take your jacket off just now, and you growled at me! So how do you expect me to help you if you wont even let me touch you!!!â Y/N yelled, and Beau flinched. âYouâre the one who rejected me Beau, not the other way around. I woke up alone in that trailer, and then was handed a Goddamn Plan fucking B pill because YOU did not want me to come up pregnant, and mess shit up for whatever obsession you have with Carla, or Jenny, or whoever the fuck! But DO NOT come and blame this all on me, like Iâm the one rejecting you, because thatâs not what happened AT ALL, and I will not be made out to be the bad guy in this while you play the victim!â
Beau said nothing, he just looked down at his feet, and slowly sank down on the couch.Â
âNOW,â she continued to kick him while he was down, but honestly, itâs what he deserved after what he did to her, used her, then tried to make it out like all this was HER fault. âI will help you, IF you will let me. Iâm not a heartless wretch like you are. Iâm not out here to just USE you like you used me. But if you leave, if you walk out that door with Carla, donât come back. If you go back to the hospital, donât come back. If you go into rut, better order a toy, cause you won't use me again. Period. You are under my roof until you can legally leave, or find somewhere else to go, you will do what I say, and nothing more. Iâm not a fucking rut bunny, and I wont be put through that again. End of story. Thatâs not up for debate. My house, my rules. Youâre free to leave if you want too. Iâm not going to hold you here, but Iâm also not going to put myself in a position to get hurt again.â
âI never wanted to hurt you Y/N, Iââ
âWell, you fucking did Beau, end of story. I donât really want to hear what your reasons are right now. Now, sit still and Iâll take the bandages off. The clean towels and clothes are in the little bathroom pantry as soon as you walk in. You can bathe yourself.â
Beau did not argue, he just sat still and silent as Y/N worked to carefully remove the bandages from the stitched bullet wounds on each side of his shoulder. She couldnât help but feel that sheâd just drawn a battle line in the sand, and stupidly threated an Alpha to cross it, but she had to protect herself and her own wellbeing at this point. He might be biologically her true mate, but right at that moment, he was not her friend, and he was not her mate. Period. He would have to do a lot of crawling and a lot of groveling to change that, and even then, some things that are broken just canât be put back together.Â
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Prompt: 11. Imperfect Holiday [D1]
Pairing:Â Gruber x Fem!OC
POV:Â First, OC
Setting:Â Train heading north through the English countryside
Continuation of:Â RICKMAS2022 Prompts 14. Icy Roads & 15. Frosty Glass
A/N: Itâs been a year! Well, three days short of a year but still a year! And Iâve had so many messages, lots of asking about Hans and Anna-Louise â how it turns out, if she finds out who he really is, how she reacts to it if so, and everything else. Iâm honestly so thrilled this story caught so many darlingsâ attention and Iâm more than happy to continue this story. As I write this itâs 16.09 the 10th of December and Iâve yet to actually start writing - the past few days have been hectic and my little one has been sick so thereâs been need of extra cuddles which hasnât allowed me to write until now. But Iâm excited! (Continuing this note after Iâve written the ficâŚ)
Okay, so, this turned out to be bloody long - again, why do I do this to myself? Especially on days I have so little time đ
��� Iâm very happy with the continuation of this story though, and in true Hans x Anna-Louise spirit, there will be one more part this RICKMAS - two parts, just like last year, and Iâll probably make it tomorrows prompt actually - why not? It matches up well and Iâm sure to have a bloody war with the keyboard yesterday as well given I tend to make these fics longer. WORTH IT THOUGH! đđ
Tags/TWâs:Â Different Lifestyles, Running Away (technically), Self Doubt, Forehead Kisses, Kissing, Caring, Hand Holding, Being Spoiled A Little, Falling In Love, Unmarked One Bed Trope, Motion Sickness, H/C, Patient MMC/Anxious FMC, Following Oneâs Heart, Secret Identity
Recap of last yearâs fics: Anna-Louise (Lulu/Schnuki) Humphrey met Hans Gruber a snowy evening when he pushed her out of the way of an oncoming car while she were slipping around on an icy road in the middle of her run-down hometown. He captivated her with his handsome features and eyes that seemed to truly see her, and he was in turn captivated by her, seeing much potential and sweetness.
When they met again at the little cafĂŠ where Martha (the old lady with a fat dog and a cane she liked to swat at peoples legs) exclaimed him to be a handsome gentleman while Anna-Louise did all she could not to die of embarrassment at the old ladyâs choices of conversation they ended up talking about her coming with him. Anna-Louise told Hans that was how to get kidnapped one-o-one but Hans pointed out he felt they were far more than mere strangers.
All her life she had been treated like a nuisance, a person not even worth mentioning by her full name â sometimes just as blabber missy even â and she had longed for years to leave. But sheâd been frightened, fearing sheâd end up a lonely puddle of anxiety more than anything. Yet, Anna-Louise ended up running to the train station at nine in the evening, hoping he would be there, and of course, he was. They left the poor little town together on the train heading north after sharing a toe-curling embrace where Hans kissed her forehead while calling her Schnuki and his sweet treatâŚ
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The train lurched into action and my stomach dropped. I was a silly-nilly, a delulu Lulu truly. Itâs all gone pear-shaped now, hasnât it? Dad wonât make it without me, sis will be a furious mess for him to deal with when Ferdinandâs litter box needs cleaning and when he needs his weekly bath with the oils and nobody will do the laundry, and the bins, itâll pile over andâ But my eyes went to Hans at that moment â sitting opposite me in a private cabin with red chequered seating and walnut furnish â and my rampant thoughts calmed down.
He watched me, his undivided attention fully on me. I wanted to squirm under his clear eyes yet I remained still, feeling wholly seen and wanted by that mere look of his. âIs my mind in a hoax with my eyes?â he asked, making me scrunch my brows. âI canât believe you are actually sitting there, here, with me.â My cheeks burned at his words, spoken in that German accent of his. âI canât believe it myself to be honest. I feel⌠Stupid.â âStupid?â he asked, his eyes widening while his brows shot up. âThis is a thing of romance movies and hostage situations, perhaps a police chase movie with bombs and exploding train tracks thatâll force the passengers to jump into the snow at break-neck speeds and run for their lives orââ I clamped my mouth shut. âSorry, rambling againâŚâ
Hans tilted his head, one leg crossed over the other with his coat only resting atop his shoulders, watching me with a small smirk. He was too bloody handsome. My very bones felt warmed by that daftly charming smirk. It wasnât as devastatingly chaos-wrecking as his smile though. I liked both equally either way.
âYou are worried, no?â he asked. âWorried?â âWell, you said it yourself, we are strangers and it is kidnapping one-o-one for a woman not to go anywhere with a stranger, especially a man. Yet,â he held out his hands, âhere you are. Having boarded a train taking you anywhere.â The fact he remembered exactly what Iâd said had my heart performing a stutter before my mind kicked into gear. âNot anywhere, last station is Durham, Iâve wanted to take this train many times. Not that I ever thought I would, I kept track, pun not intended mind you, but I never thought Iâd actually get on, you know? Where would I go? I have nowhere to go, never had anywhere to go, and why would I leave when my family needs me,â I rambled on, my nerves getting the better of me again. Stop, stop, just, stop, or heâll kick you off the train before you can say youâre a blabber missy. God, Iâm so annoying.
âWell, you are correct, schnuki. The last station is Durham. The rest of your words, I canât deem as right.â âWhat? Why?â âYou have everywhere to go, many things to see and experience. Your family treats you poorly and I, for one, do not accept someone as bright and sweet as you to be kept bound to such a terrible fate. Cat claws and mints, doing other peopleâs bidding at all times.â He watched me most intently as he spoke, goosebumps travelled down my spine when he spoke of doing other peopleâs bidding, the words felt two-fold for some reason I couldnât wrap my thought-riddled head around.
âYouâre rather blunt, you know.â I thought that from the very start so maybe itâs a trait of his? Or a German thing? Martha would have a field day if he were to join for crisply burnt biscuits and cold tea next Thursâ Ah, right⌠âSchnuki?â I shook my head to focus on the man and not my bloody overwhelming thoughts. âAre you well?â he continued. âS-sorry, just, lots of thoughts.â âSpeak them,â he said, leaning back and getting comfortable (at least it looked like it).
I blinked at him for a moment, my hand squeezing the edge of my duffel bag beside me while I did all I could not to weep at those words. He probably thought little of them, but they had me gobsmacked. âSpeak them?â âYes, you know, say them out loud. Is that not the term in England? Works fine in America.â I chuckled while my entire face heated. âYeah, sure, itâs right but⌠I talk enough as it is.â âI doubt you could ever talk enough, schnuki,â he said with a deep chuckle.
My face sank, my shoulders slouched and I felt a million utterances of blabber missy and shut it, Lulu attack me from within. From the past. The very, very recent past. But Hans wasnât like that, he wasnât some prick spilling poppycock into my ear or forcing me to do something I didnât want to do. No, he made me do something Iâd dreamt myself blue about.
The plush bench beneath me sank on my left side, Hans sat right next to me and I hadnât even noticed heâd moved. His hand enveloped mine, my eyes turned wide while he squeezed my still-scratched-up skin â Ferdinand was probably at the top of the tree now, swatting at tinsel and knocking off the star at the top while I was nowhere in sight and I wasnât sure how it made me feel knowing the feral kitty wouldnât be fully cared for. Would he end up on the street or could I at least count on sis keeping him, and feeding him?
âYou are brave, my sweet treat,â Hans said. âI will not allow you to squander your life away any longer, understand me?â he continued and I gulped down a breath before nodding, my constant stream of words quiet for the moment. My insides were in shambles over the sudden close contact though, he was so warm, and he smelt like mintâ No, not mint, menthol. Menthol and ginger, and something⌠something else Iâve never smelt before. âSpeak those thoughts,â Hans said beside me. âYou smell good,â I blurted out without thinking first.
My ears were given a cacophony of his laugh, deep and rumblingly loud â it was perfect. âYou smell like a treat,â Hans said and smiled at me after heâd stopped laughing. âA sweet treat.â âOh, itâs my shower gel, itâs scented like gingerbread cookies.â âAh, yes, thatâs the smell, partly at least. Thereâs more to it though.â âMore?â âYes, something incredibly sweet,â Hans continued and we fell silent as our eyes locked. His were so clear, so open, and endlessly bright with sprinkles of grey within the blue I hadnât noticed before. Blimey, youâre perfection⌠âIâd say thatâs you,â he said softly and I blinked. âDid-, did I say that aloud?â He chuckled and leaned in, kissing my temple, while he rumbled a deep âyesâ.
My cheeks burned, feeling bloody mortified and flustered. âOh,â I managed and he squeezed my hand. âYou have the brightest of voices, schnuki. Speak as much as you need,â he assured and what on earth was I supposed to think of that? Nobody had ever said such a thing before, my voice was annoying and far too shrill, and used too often too â ask anyone, Iâm a blabbering nuisance.
We fell into a stiff silence, but he never let go of my hand and the train chugged onward toward the north with the winter wonderland hidden in darkness outside the window only reflecting the inside of the space we sat in. Hans urged me to get some sleep, we were apparently a few hours away from our stop, but how could I possibly sleep with adrenaline and nerves turning me into a mess? I felt a sandwich short of a picnic, as if Iâd gone completely bonkers â the entire situation was madness, and what if it all went to pot? Dad and sis would take the Mickey out of me if I returned home after a few days, theyâd know I tried to get away and have a laugh at my uselessnessâŚ
Hans had already drifted off to sleep beside me, his hand softly clasped around my smaller one while my entire body gravitated toward his. He was warm, sturdy, and I couldnât help but lean against him while my eyelids drooped. It was close to midnight I think when I finally dozed off, my head still spinning with questions and worries of all kinds.
***
Hans called my name just as I chased Ferdinand through the house to snag him up in a towel after his weekly bath. He hissed and roared in a manner no kitty was ever supposed to, I clamped down on him, rubbing with the towel when Hans called my name again. My home evaporated and I found myself back on the train, clamping down on Hansâ hand too harshly. I let go and scooted to the side a bit.
âDreams?â âJust, yeah, Ferdinand needed a bath and I had to dry him and rub him with aâ Oh, you donât need to know that, sorry,â I said while my voice went from hoarse to its usual state. âThe cat?â âYeah, right, sisâ cat. Heâs a feral thing, heâs sweet, but heâs⌠SorryâŚâ He nodded and reached out to grab my hand anew, little indents from my nails littered his skin, just beneath his knuckles. âIâm sorry, I-, I didnât mean to scratch you.â âThis?â he asked, holding our joined hands up. âItâs nothing, donât fret over it, sweet treat,â he continued and kissed my fingers one at a time â I was sent into a burning heaven of warmth by the action.
The train came to a halt and my sluggish brain went into overdrive again as Hans let go of me and stood. âThis is us,â he said and the speakers sparked to life with a woman saying âDarlington Stationâ and then repeated it once more. âWeâre off here?â I asked and he nodded while grabbing my bag for me. He had no luggage at all it seemed.
My nose wrinkled at the sight, he walked ahead of me as the doors were too narrow for us both to go through and the lane just as tight. My bag looked beyond cheap when slung over his shoulder dressed with a seemingly incredibly expensive coat, and the Oxfords on his feet paired with the grey linen trousers matched so perfectly that my bag stood out like a ragged reindeer among Arabian horses.
He took my hand the moment we stepped off the train, the station lay nearly deserted so there was no need to stick close yet he kept me right by his side. âI can carry that myself, you know,â I said and he nearly glared at me. âNo.â âIâm perfectly capableââ âIâm aware, but just because a lady is capable doesnât mean she should. You should know how to change a tire, but you shouldnât have to do it. You are perfectly capable of carrying your bag, but I will not allow it when I can do such a thing for you, schnuki.â âO-ohâŚâ I whispered, my cheeks once more burning hot while he smirked at me and squeezed my hand.
We moved across the street to a car park with snow crunching beneath our feet. Hans released my hand and bent down by a gorgeous car â it was sleek and maroon blue with an air of richness to it. It looked like it hadnât been parked there for very long though. He dragged his hand by the wheel and produced a set of keys.
âThis is yours?â âRental,â he said. âAllow me.â He opened the passenger door like a gentleman and I slunk inside, keeping my feet outside the door to dunk them against each other not to drag in more snow than needed. The creamy leather smelled divine even if it were terribly cold, my old jeans did little to keep the chill of the seat from crawling into my skin and up my spine while Hans dropped my bag in the trunk and slid into the driverâs side.
The engine purred to life and I buckled up. âGood girl,â he said and gave the strap over my upper body a tug, cinching it across my middle at the same time. âThere, perfectly strapped,â he continued with a cheeky grin and began backing out of the lot while I gaped at him.
Hans drove with skill and ease, weaving through the streets, taking several turns along smaller ones with tightly packed buildings dressed in Christmas lights standing on each side before the open road lay before us and my eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. Should have grabbed my motion sickness patches, I thought while my stomach protested and the back of my mouth filled with saliva I struggled to swallow.
âAre we driving far?â I asked, my voice quieter than usual as I gripped the car door to make my body feel a bit more stable, it usually helped the motion sickness a wee bit at least. âTwenty minutes, given the roads are clear. Why?â Hans glanced toward me and his eyes widened. I was probably a bit pale. âMotion sickness,â I said, slightly shamed by being a nuisance once more. âIâll drive as steadily as I can. Is it speed, turns or the motion in general?â he asked and I gaped at him, feeling like my jaw got too much exercise since I met him. The care and interest he showed in everything regarding me was insane. âAcceleration and unsteadiness,â I confirmed to be the worst parts for me. âBut you drive really well.â âIâll do my best to keep steady, schnuki.â
Hans eventually slowed down when we entered a narrower street lined by giant trees void of greenery. It was still pretty though. âHere we are,â he said and steadily slowed down before making a smooth turn into a giant estate with several brick buildings. It was absolutely beautiful but truth be told I just wanted out of the car to breathe some fresh are and stave off the motion sickness. The red sign at the end of the driveway dressed with garlands and twinkling lights said Headlam Hall, Rural Resort & Spa in golden letters.
I was out the door as soon as the car stood still. Hans came around and stroked my back a few seconds later while I breathed deeply to take away the worst illness. The fresh air was wonderfully clean and crisp. A faint scent of cinnamon and hay lingered within it and I honestly couldnât say I disliked that particular smell. Smelled like Christmas on the countryside.
âAre you alright?â he asked gently, his care beyond sweet. âYeah, just need some air, itâll pass in a few minutes. Sorry for being such a nuisance, Hans.â âDonât say such a thing.â He looked almost offended at the words. âWhat thing?â âYou are in no way a nuisance. Had I known I would have procured some pills for you.â âThatâs my responsibility, I have patches at home, crazy how well they work for me without side effects. Should have grabbed them, but I packed so fast. Martha got them for me, some Chinese shop had them when she was in London visiting her sister. Theyâre bloody brilliant really, the pills always make me drowsy for over a day, and Iâ Oh, sorry, rambling,â I said and stopped myself from spewing more unnecessary words by taking a deep breath. âStop gifting me words in your sweet voice only to apologize for it,â Hans said gently and kissed my temple. I shivered in my thin, tattered jacket and he fetched my bag while I tried to steady my legs â if it were his sweetness or the motion sickness making me wobbly I couldnât really tell.
I was in some form of an awed daze while Hans led me inside the three-story brick building covered in vines that still held their leaves even in winter. The building was beautifully decorated with fairy lights around windows and the roof, with a blanket of snow all around it looked like it was taken out of one of those Christmas rom-coms where they needed to save the inn only to end up falling in love and living happily ever after (after some sappy words or cringe-worthy kissing scene).
The reception area was spotless, a beautiful mix of modern and classic English style that made me feel completely misplaced. It was rich, luxurious, and far beyond anything Iâd ever dreamt of experiencing up close. Unlike the little cafĂŠ in my hometown with its tacky santas, plastic garlands, and altogether jumbled decorations this place was stunningly decorated in red and gold with real trees and boughs. I felt truly out of my depth. But Hans, well, he moved with an air of belonging to him, his strides confident and his whole look made it feel as if it were an obvious thing he belonged in such surroundings.
I kept looking around, nearly twisting my neck off to see without moving my legs, and Hans got our room sorted and declined any attempts of the receptionist to ring for someone to show him to it. He ended up leading us through the building, past a modern bar with a burning fireplace and sitting area next to it, through a big room with several seating areas, up some stairs, and through some hallways. It was as if he knew where he was going, as if heâd been there before. I merely followed like a lost puppy.
The room was stunning. Absolutely gorgeous with hints of tweed fabric, deeply rich wooden furnishing, and pale beige and white fabrics that soften it all. Tasteful Christmas decorations were placed in perfect spots and there was even a little hearth in the room, with two winged-backed chairs and a little table in front of it as well as two stockings hanging from the mantel. The giant four-poster bed screamed for me to lay down but the bathroom off to the side called for me even more.
Hans came up behind me, setting my bag on the floor before wrapping me in his arms, holding my back toward his front while my heart hammered as if I were some silly little schoolgirl with an irrevocable crush and filled with unruly hormones. âHow about a bath before bed?â he rumbled by my ear and I nodded, lost for words by how closely he held me. âIâll sort the room and you go relax, schnuki. Take a bath, and then weâll turn in for the night.â âSounds good,â I managed to say while he kissed my temple quickly before letting me go.
I ended up taking a long shower rather than a bath. I was too tired to wait for the tub to fill and it felt like a waste when I hadnât the energy to really enjoy a long soaking. Hans didnât bother me, even if I had left the door unlocked. As I dried my hair, while wrapped in the lushest of white robes, my tired body began to tremble. My hands worst of all while my legs felt like overcooked spaghetti strings beneath me.
I sank down on the chair by the claw-footed tub, squeezing the towel in my hands to try and stop the shaking. I left. I really left. And Iâm in a spa resort, with a German bloke I donât know. Iâm a bloody moron for all of this. Am I completely daft? Iâm usually not some muppet, but this is beyond stupid. I canât even get home if I want to, not that I want to. I donât want to, why donât I want to go home? Shouldnât I want to be with my family and all that good old hometown fluffing people always talk about? Especially during Christmas no matter that I know it would be a more than imperfect holiday, a disaster as usual, with things for all others and none for me but those from Santa that really are just from me to me. I'd probably end up wailing in bed with my face pressed into the damn pillow, just like every year...
A knock at the door interrupted my, rambling, pittyfull thoughts. âYeah?â âAre you dressed?â he asked. âIâm in a robe.â The door opened the next second and I did all I bloody could to stop my hands from shaking and my face from betraying my anxious state. âSchnuki, my sweet treat, are you alright?â Hans asked while he stepped up to me, sinking to one knee while wrapping up my hands, still holding the wet towel, in his. âIâmâ Wellâ I am, I am but, Iâm not. I should be, and I am, but not really no.â I made no sense.
âLetâs get you to bed, you need sleep. Did you eat before meeting me?â âNo, no Dad had his pals for poker and sis had me running to the shop for a new lipstick and then I packed, and I tried to make sure Ferdinand would have enough food and I did his litter box, cleaned it fully and put new sand and everything and I took out the trash and started a load of laundry and then I packed, and I cleaned my room and stripped the bed soââ âSchnuki, my sweet treat, calm down for me,â he said and cupped my face with his hands, his eyes holding mine steadily while I stopped rambling; in a rush to explain myself to the best of my capabilities so he would understand why I hadnât eaten.
âThereâs a silk pyjama on the bed for you,â he said, talking softly as if I were some delicate thing needing gentle care. âIâll order some room service and youâll eat before we sleep. Eggs and bacon, sound good?â âY-yeah,â I exhaled, feeling all degrees of spoiled and pampered, cared for, and baffled by the warmth it filled my stupidly thundering heart with. Iâm such a silly-nillyâŚÂ I couldnât help but wonder if I had been right two days ago, about Christmas being the time for kindness and care, perhaps this Christmas would be one like that for me?
âAlright then. I need to make a call, Iâll be on the balcony.â âThereâs a balcony?â I asked, my eyes widening, and he smirked with a cheeky look. âWeâll have breakfast with blankets out there tomorrow, sound good? The view is fantastic you see.â âOh, oh yeah, sounds brilliant,â I replied and he kissed my forehead most softly before leaving me to dry off my hair completely. That I wished to know what those lips felt like against my own was a thought I couldnât quite get to pipe down. I bet heâs brilliant at kissing, nothing like Bobby ParkerâŚÂ I shuddered at the memory of my first kiss, and soon enough my mind ping-ponged like a rabbit between holes in the ground with memories of the kisses Iâd had in life.
Bloody hell, Iâve had terrible luck in the love department⌠Well, the kissing department, Iâve never fallen in love with anyone. Maybe itâs all the blokes unable to kiss making me unable to fall in love. But I knew it was a place thing, rather than anything else. Living in a tiny town had few options lining themselves up, and with my sis being the pretty and popular one I stood even less of a chance. Every bloke Iâd ever kissed sheâd already been pawing in one way or another only to lose interest.
I hung the towel to dry and left the bathroom only to see the lilac-coloured pyjama set of silk on the giant bed. It looked like pure luxury. Iâm supposed to wear that? I couldnât do it, so I rummaged around in my bag for my old flannel pyjama bottoms and my old Bowie tee washed out completely and worn at the seams with a little hole right where I always fiddled with the hem. I glanced at the lilac silk once more before scurrying back into the bathroom and changing.
I walked over to the balcony door, finding Hans pacing on the other side of the glass in just his linen trousers and white shirt, his red tie still firmly secured too. He looked good enough to eat whole. Donât be daft, LuluâŚ
As he paced back and forth I could hear a muffled snippet of his conversation every time he was close to the door. Words of stocks and vaults, then words of exits and insurances. Perhaps he worked on the stock market? Or a bank? He looked the part, like one of those Wall Street blokes youâd see on TV from time to time. Just, less dishevelled and without the crazed look of rapid exchanges needing oneâs full attention.
âWe will be in and out in four minutes,â he said while stopping with his back toward the door. I saw him fully through the sheer curtains but he hadnât taken any notice of me. âAlex can crack it, Henry will be in the car and itâll be smooth sailing. Iâm close to Newcastle, picked up a little something special on the way so Iâm a day late and will be two days late getting there. Can I trust you to handle getting the team set up and ready to go in four days? Fridayâs are checking days, itâll be stocked.â I wasnât sure what the bloody hell I was hearing but it sounded important. His voice was so much harder than when he spoke to me, and clipped in a different way entirely. The sweetness and care had vanished, leaving only a decisive deep voice behind. A commanding one at that.
He ended the call and I scurried back to my bag, rummaging through it, pretending to search for something when the door opened and closed behind me. For some daft reason, I wasnât scared despite the red flag of him being so different on the phone. Nothing about Hans scared me, not even being in the dark about who he was. He was Hans, he cared and he listened. He tended to me and took me away from the place Iâd been dreaming of escaping for years but never dared to leave. He saved my life the very first time we met. I donât know anyone whoâd put themselves in harmâs way for others⌠Especially not any stranger in the middle of the road.
âSchnuki, whatâs this?â he asked and I half turned my head, still kneeling on the floor by the foot of the bed with my hands in my bags. âDo you not like my present for you?â he asked with a glance toward the pyjama set. âYou bought them?â I asked while straightening, abandoning my pretend hunt. âYes.â When? âI love them,â I confessed. âBut I canât wear that.â â That ? Something wrong with them?â âNo, no! Theyâre perfect and pretty and super soft and a beautiful colour and everything,â I rushed out. âTheyâre just⌠expensive looking. I donât wanna ruin them, you know?â âRuin them? By wearing them as intended?â Sure, when you say it like that it sounds as silly as a goose having shoes and a bonnet.
Hans stepped closer, his eyes roaming over my form hidden beneath the loose, tattered fabric I wore. He tugged me into his arms and I gasped at the sudden closeness. He was still so warm, despite having been out in the cold English winter for several minutes. âAnna-Louise,â he said gently, âyou ought to get accustomed to wearing fancy things, and eating good food, being in luxurious surroundings. I wonât have you in anything less than that.â âHans⌠What-, what do you mean? Iâm perfectly fine with way less, I donât need all that fancy stuff. Iâm used toââ âYouâll get used to better things quickly enough, schnuki,â he interrupted. âHans, we barely know each other, you canât lavish me with things like that.â âDonât say such a thing.â âThat I donât want to be lavished upon like some fancy old lady sitting in parlours sipping tea in expensive silk while waiting for her dear husband to return home from some overseas journey?â I joked while giggling, but he didnât laugh. âHans?â âI do a lot of business overseas, would it be terrible of me to wish to come home to you, waiting in pretty silk, after each trip?â
He took a step back while I tried to take in what heâd said. Our eyes locked together and I damn near couldnât breathe as he looked at me with such longing. âIn pretty silk?â I whispered, wholly overwhelmed and wondering what kind of rich man Iâd stumbled upon. âAll finery imaginable,â he said with a nod. âWhy would you want me?â I asked, for the first time posing the question which had been bugging me for a long time without me realising it. âWhy would I not want you?â he asked, but before I could ramble a number of reasons, he kissed me.
I melted. He kissed me softly but with urgency, his thin lips perfect against mine. He kissed me so well my foot came off the bloody floor like in a sappy romance movie, I couldnât help it. Fireworks exploded in my veins, my mind turned utterly quiet and nothing in the world mattered but him holding me close, kissing me with passion and longing leaking out of him with a dark hum while his arms tightened around me.
âŚTo Be ContinuedâŚ
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Puppy update for anyone interested:
Topaz is now 15 weeks. Things have gotten easier now that she is fully vaccinated and can go more places.
I have still done very little in the way of training. It's very hard to find the energy at the moment. I've still got a lot going on in general and it would be nice to have a break, but I can't take leave until October.
Good things:
Topaz and Marcie have gotten closer and now Marcie is soliciting play rather than just accepting or rejecting it. They attended a trial night together and played and chased on the field, which I've never seen Marceline do out there before, so that was nice.
Topaz has a a great drive for food and pretty good drive for toys. I took her alone to my club last night and she was happy to play around with both food and toys. (Of course, not the toy I bought especially for her, but a big fan of Marceline's tugs.)
She is pretty well sorted in the house now. Has still had a couple accidents toileting. Sleeps on the bed now without issue. I still have the crate next to me in case she won't settle but it has only been needed once since I got back from Alice Springs.
She is so far pretty good about walks, if a bit anxious overall.
Not super great things:
She barks at stuff. The three main scenarios for barking are: spooked at movement from afar; spooked at a new person who appears "out of nowhere"; and frustration. It's not, like, terrible, but I am a little concerned about the spooky barking. I'm trying to distract and redirect when it happens. I'd also like to catch her before she starts barking but it's not always predictable. I have a lot of fear about ending up with another reactive dog so trying not to let my stress affect the situation. She's people and dog social still, just spooky at first with both people and dogs. But it's not even with all dogs and people, just in some situations.
She still hates the harness. Not just the putting it on, but wearing it in general. I have limited harness use to the car and walks only. When I can just use the collar and leash I do. (I still don't feel comfortable walking my dogs on just a collar. They're small and their necks are fragile.)
I feel like she has two personalities at the moment. She has this fun crazy wildchild thing going on at home and in some other environments once she's used to them. Otherwise she's flat and a little bit anxious. People keep telling me she's "so good" during these times, but it's not being chill and calm, it's being anxious and quiet. She doesn't show any major signs I'm concerned about, just this overall smallness compared to what I know she's capable of. I have no idea if this is due to my failure in socialisation, or just her personality.
I intend to get back into my routine with all three dogs now that Topaz isn't restricted to the home. That will include morning and evening walks spread amongst all three. I need to work out how I'm going to do training at home as I still haven't quite figured it out. I want to start teaching stationing and turn taking so it's a solid skill for future agility training as well as for easy training at home. Luca and Marcie aren't superstars at either, so I will need to put some more effort in.
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Today was a good day. I hate that I was so anxious about it. There was no reason for that.
I slept. Fine. Not the worst, not the best. I just couldn't find a good temperature and wasn't as comfortable as I would have liked. When James got up I ended up rolling into their side and stretching out but even that didn't help a ton. Just not the best sleep.
I heard James leave. And dozed for another hour. When I got up I was trying very hard to psych myself up. I got dressed and felt fine. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. I wrapped my gift of that tortoise painting for Celia. I put the stickers for the flag house in my purse. I laid on the couch. I waited until it was time to go.
I made the meeting time 10. Which is when their museum opens. It is only 7 minutes away but I still left around 940 because I was so nervous about parking. But I would luck out again and got a great parking space. Which made me way to early. So I just chilled in the car for a bit.
I would finally walk over. I stopped to take some pictures of my sticker outside so I could make a post on Instagram about it. And then I was going inside. And they were so excited. They gave me a check. And we talked about the process and the images and their hopes for the future. It just made me feel so happy. Chris, the man who had originally commissioned me, said that when they send out their newsletter my sticker is going to be the first big topic about the gift shop. Amazing. I counted out the stickers to make sure they were all there. And I actually had 53 instead of just 50. So I would keep 1. Which made me very happy. I'm so glad I got to work with them and I hope I can keep finding these opportunities.
I would leave there a few minutes after I got there. And stopped at the little free library and got James a book about modern art masters. Which seemed pretty sweet. And decided I would go to second chance to see if they had anything for the baby room.
I was annoyed with myself when it realized I didn't have my earbuds in my purse. I was going to have to raw dog the store with my own thoughts?? Terrible. But I ended up having a few sweet little conversations with the old guys in the store. And it would be fine. I didn't find anything I wanted to buy but it was fun to look around. Even if I got sweaty and felt tired pretty quickly. So I went home.
When I got back here I would hang out with sweetp and had some yogurt and laid on the couch. I was meeting with Celia at 1. So I had time to just chill.
I had been wearing my doc marten boots for the morning (I'm trying to break them in) but they really hurt my feet so I knew I would be changing for the afternoon. But I chose my doc marten sandals which honestly aren't much better and I would still end up with blisters. Stupid. I should have worn socks but it's fine. I would mainly be fine.
I would take a very bizarre way to the zoo because I missed my exit. Oops. But I still beat Celia there. I waited for her outside the entrance. And was able to use my BMI membership card to get us in for free! So that was exciting. I would still end up spending $40 but it's for her birthday so it's fine.
We started with penguins. And then to see the bears. Which me and James had missed on Monday. I think that's what I enjoyed the most, we got to focus on different stuff. And I really had a lot off fun.
We got lunch. And I made a last second decision to get pizza but I regretted it and would end up wrapping most of it in napkins to put in my purse. I really enjoyed the fries. And I got another souvenir cup. And the girl in the back yelled over to me that she made sure I got the lion one!! She kept saying it and it was hilarious to me and made it worth it.
We had a nice meal though and continued on. Celia kept saying I was moving to fast because I was moving from window to window to try and catch the animals but she would literally run to stuff when she thought something was happening so it was just funny. We would get to see the elephants respond to calls. And deer in their enclosure which they chased. We had great otter action. And the bobcat! I really had a good time. We went in the aviary too which was really nice. We spent a lot of time on birds honestly. But it was really great.
We overheard a weird conversation with a girl who apparently works at the Huston zoo. She was chatting with a volunteer and made a snotty comment about how much better her zoo is. And like yeah I've heard great things but also, you aren't be a very good ambassador? You being snotty isn't making me want to try and see your zoo. But whatever. We got away from that pretty quick.
We made sure to see as many turtles as we could. Celia works with turtles now so it was fun getting to what she knew about different ones. And I was having fun but my feet were starting to hurt and I was running out of steam. So we started heading back towards the front.
We got to see the last penguin feeding of the day. Celia got to ask some questions. We got to learn that their oldest penguin is 33 years old!! Which is how old I am!!! Crazy. But it was fun seeing them eat.
We stopped at an ice cream truck on the way out and got milkshakes. Mine was actually a float but they mixed it so it was more like a creamsicle shake but it was still good.
We were going to take the tram back but no drinks allowed so we walked up the hill. Even though I was huffing and puffing a little. I made it and as we were leaving we got to see a raccoon on a trashcan! Which honestly may have been my favorite part. Love a random raccoon walking all over the scarecrows they have set out for Halloween.
Celia walked with me to my car so I could give her the painting gift and she really liked it! Made me happy. I also gave her some rocks. They were nice ones! She gave me a hug and we said goodbye.
I was honestly at the end of my energy. I didn't feel amazing and really really wanted to go home. Of course there was going to be traffic but I made it home by 430.
When j got back here I had a few things I needed to do. Specifically I wanted to finish the best in the teddy bear hospital. I had cut out the hat and pillow that needed to be made. And pulled out my sewing machine to do that. And while I was finishing that James came home. I was very happy to see them.
They jumped in to doing laundry. And I finished the bear and I'm very happy. I sent off some photos to the owner and I hope she likes him too! (She would text me later and said she'll come check him out next weekend at the market!)
I would come upstairs to clean up my nails. Cut my cuticles and filed them into a better shape. And then I took a quick shower. Which made me feel slightly better.
But I mostly just wanted to be in bed. And I would hang out in bed for most of the evening. James would work on their laptop. And come and talk with me. They brought me the package I got in the mail. Which is a little id bracelet but it came in a huge box which I was baffled by and could only laugh at.
Eventually James brought me a cupcake. Sweetp stole some of it and got crumbs everything. James showered. And is now folding laundry. And I am fighting to keep my eyes open. I am tired!!
Tomorrow I'm going to be at the farmers market. And then in the evening I'm going to have dinner with Callie and I'm very excited to see her. It's been to long!!
I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. I love you all. Good night!!
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smoking kills (j. hopper | st)
premise: in which you hate jimâs smoking habit, but jim doesn't really care.
or, you successfully use your puppy-dog eyes on the notorious hardass jim hopper because he's whipped for you
paring: jim hopper x y/n
word count: 2.3k
warnings: none, sfw
etc.: daddy jim hop, that is all
read it on ao3: link
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you lay sprawled across the worn-down couch, swaying your feet lazy to the beat that was playing out of the record player. your lips hummed along to the melody as you watched for the door to swing open and for him to come into the door.Â
any minute now, you sighed, continuing to let the melody control your body.Â
in all honesty, there wasn't much to do at jimâs house, and you wondered why you opted to spend so much of your time here just waiting for the police chief to come home from his long shifts of protecting and serving hawkins, indiana. you had a perfectly good home with a TV box in the living room and a border collie that absolutely adored you. though, obviously, this question was rhetorical. you were head over heels for the townâs police chief and your boyfriend, jim hopper. you loved even just being in his house, even if he wasn't there, as everything reminded you of him. the whole house was an embodiment of his musky scent, you could wrap yourself in his oversized clothes, and no one would know or judge, and you could indulge in his personal belongings that he would be too embarrassed or refused to show you (like his vintage porno stash or more innocently, the photoâs of his late daughter of who you wished you had the chance to meet).
just as you threw your head back to let escape a bored sigh, you heard the familiar sound of a car rattling up the driveway. your eyes quickly flicked over to the clock next to the fridge, which confirmed your suspicion; it was 6:30. jim was right on time. today was not going to be another one of those days where you wasted away for hours as the police chief had to stay later to do paperwork or entertain the townâs parentsâ hysterias.Â
you switched off the record player and hurried to your feet to greet him right at the door. if you were a dog, your tail would be wagging at concerning speeds right now. in a way, you did feel like a dog, more like an anxious puppy glad to see its owner return home. it was kinda pathetic, but in a cute way, or at least to jim, it was.
the door swung open, and the much larger man immediately scooped you into his arms and held you tight against his body. as you buried your face into his chest, you couldn't help but let your whole body go limb in the safety of his embrace.
âwaiting for me at the door?â jim chuckled, âyou missed your old man that much today, huh?â he teased, setting you down and taking off his coat.
âyea,â you admitted shyly, your eyes taking in the man that you called yours in front of you. at the very least, he had a foot on you and a hundred pounds. he made you feel small in the best way, in a safe way. his upper lip was home to a dark bushy mustache that you had just gotten used to, mourning the days of his full beard you had the privilege of racking your hands through. and just below his chin was a thich mate of hair peeking through his brown buttoned uniform. when you are tired, you found comfort in snuggling on jimâs chest hair and breathing in his scent.
your daydream of jim hopper was cut short just as it had started by the distinctive flick of the mental lighter and the sound of him rummaging in his coat pocket for his pack of cigarettes. he fished out one cigarette from the pack, hurriedly jammed it between his lips, and brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette to light it. as jim took his first drag, he nodded his head approvingly at the cigarette as to say, i needed this.
you backed away a few steps from him and his cigarette, crossed your arms, and waited for the man to put his eyes back on you instead of his dirty little habit.Â
âoh please, not today,â the older man moaned, cigarette still pressed against his lips. âi donât want to, or need to, hear your lectures today, kid.â
âjames-â you started
âoh, here we go; weâre already starting with my government nameâ
âjim!â you huffed, instinctively stomping your foot on the ground like a toddler at the beginning stages of a tantrum. âcan you please not interrupt me before iâve even started?â
âmhm,â the man flippantly replied, crossing the room to dig in the fridge to find a beer to wash down his cigarette with
âweâve talked so much about this. it really makes me upset, and you know that. i care about you so much, and it sucks to see you throwing your health down the drain like that,â you gestured exhaustly to the cigarette as smoke trailed out of it as it lay perched between jimâs fingers.Â
âi donât know what you want me to tell you, kid,â jim sighed, taking another drag and washing it down with a swig of beer. âdo you really want to have this conversation for the five-hundredth time?â
you chose not to answer, and instead, you held his gaze, crossed our arms even tighter, and pursed your lips together firmly. the two of you started at each other, neither breaking the newly sanctioned stare-down contest. you were trying to shoot lasers into the manâs eyes, though he wasnât backing down. maybe it was the military or the years in the police force that did it, but one thing jim hopper was good at was not backing down without a fight.
the two of you held each otherâs gaze, with only the tap of one of your feet on the ground or the swishing sounds of the beer in jimâs glass bottle as he absentmindedly played with it. your jaw clenched, and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster. jim, though seemed relaxed, in his element, ready to take on your bratty behavior, or how you saw it, merely stating your opinion, any day.Â
your eyes squinted, his squinted. when your nose crinkled up, his nose crinkled up. you even felt like your blinks were synced as you never saw his eyes close for a second, and instead, you both held steadfast in the quasi-power struggle.Â
the reality of the situation came pouring down on you, and your gaze faltered from the older manâs. you were ultimately the one to lose the battle, as you tore your eyes away and threw your head up in the air with a defeated sigh. hot tears started to bubble in the corner of your eyes inadvertently, and you quickly used the edge of your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe them away before jim could notice.
though, of course, he noticed, being the dad he is. jim got out of the chair while rubbing the cigarette out on the ashtray on the kitchen table.Â
âno,â you whimpered, stepping farther back before the man could console your tears that started to fall. you sighed, roughly scrapping your eyes again and taking a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth.
you felt pathetic because you were crying, but mainly because of how stupid the reason was. it wasn't a silly reason to you, but certainly to everyone else, including jim. smoking was as accepted as breathing. everyone partook in it and everywhere and didn't even bat an eye at the act indoors, outdoors, etc. as soon as you were old enough, you smoked, or were the small minority of people, like you, who believed that smoking was bad. there wasn't a whole bunch of science to prove your point, but there was enough to conclude that it was at least not a net-neutral action that everyone claimed it to be. the nauseating, nose-curling smell was enough for you to know that something was not good with the cigarettes that so many people found themselves defending
at the end of the day, you cared for jim. you wanted to see him healthy and happy, so his almost pack-a-day addiction started to become more and more apparent and thus concerning the more time you spent with him. maybe one cigarette when needed wouldn't be too bad, as you were fully aware of the stress the man had to endure due to the responsibilities and nature of his job. however, a pack-a-day was downright inexcusable and borderline hazardous. he was already not the fittest man, admittedly (even though you loved his beer gut and large thighs). the cigarettes were not helping anything, but certainly harmingÂ
you had reasoned with the man so many times with the information mentioned above, a few instances of tears, and a lot of heated âdebatesâ (more aptly characterized as yelling-matched), and you were starting to feel utterly defeated. you just wanted what was best for the man. why didn't he get that?Â
âlisten, kid,â he sighed, tightly wrapping his arm around your frame and resting his chin on the top of your head. he brushed his thumb over your shoulder and just stood there with you, ever so slightly rocking you as you buried your head into his chest in your last ditch ever to hide your tears. jim, of course, could sense how upset you were, though, and just stood with you silently, swaying back and forth in the kitchen.Â
in the comfort of his embrace, you quietly let all your tears out, with only a tiny hiccup now and then that gave away your cover.
âi hate how upset this makes you, sweetheart.â
âi hate how upset i feel,â you squeaked.
âyou know i canât just quit cold turkey.â
âiâm not asking you to!â you yelled-whined before quickly cooling your frustration that had abruptly boiled over and burrowing into the manâs chest once again. âall i want is for you not to have one of those stupid things in your mouth every five seconds. i wish you knew how much i love you and how much i want you not to die an early death or something,â you sighed
âyou're not getting rid of me that easily,â jim laughed, his thumb soothingly sliding back and forth over your shoulder blades. âi plan to stick around for at least a year, kid.â
you couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at his humor. peering up from his grasp, you wiped your whole face, which was now wet, red, and definitely a little red now. you sniffled a few and steadied yourself to hone in on the more rational part of yourself to have, or at least try, to have a proper adult conversation with jim
âi want you to promise that youâll try to smoke less. like try only to do a half a pack or something like that, anything like that, please.â
âyou know i donât like false promises, y/n.â
âit doesn't have to be a false one if you actually follow through,â you said pointedly.Â
jim sighed and took you by the shoulders to peer down into your eyes. âyou know how long iâve been smoking, kid?â
âforever,â you quipped back, mocking his tone of voice a little bit.Â
âmhm, exactly,â jim responded somewhat sternly, âso i canât just quit cold turkey or even stop that much, realistically.â
you couldnât help but grimace at jimâs words. you felt like the conversation was going in circles and circles. like every other time you two had this conversation, it would inevitably end with you two getting all worked up, not talking to each other all night, jim sleeping on the couch, and then you two making it up in the morning. and all of that just for it to happen again, like right now
âbut what i can do,â he interjected, noting your defeat, âis to try my best. and thatâs all that matters, right, kid?â
you felt your body relax into his hands as he finally cracked.Â
âi will try for you, and only you, kid, because i love you, even though it seems like i donât,â the man chuckled sarcastically, rustling your hair with his fingers and bringing you in once again to his chest.
you happily squealed a little bit, this time accepting the embrace by hopper and smiling into his chest. it felt good for jim actually to listen to cries of concern and take you seriously, even though you were much younger and jim loved to remind you that you had barely lived life (and thus not learned a lot of those good-ol âlife lessonsâ)
âyou better be so glad i love you, kid,â he huffed jokingly, âi wouldnât agree to your shit if i didnât.âÂ
âi love you too, hop, and thank you.â
âi hope you know iâm thinking of starting with a one-cig-a-day reduction, nothing crazy, of course. i donât want to risk falling over and dying, yâknowâ
you chuckled and rolled your eyes at his dramatics but knew he was being serious. but even one less cigarette a day was a win in your book, and it was comforting for jim to stop being stubborn and thinking he always knows what's best and actually listens to your gripes.Â
âi love you, kiddo.â
âmhm, love you too,â you mumbled, face pressed tightly into the hair on his chest.
âthank you for looking out for your old man, i mean it, y/n,â he sighed, brushing your hair away from your forehead and planting a kiss on your temple.
âyou stubborn little thing, you got me good,â jim laughed into your head as he played with the hair on top of your head.
âyea, get used to it,â you retorted.
jim laughed and tickled the sensitive skin between your arm and shoulder blades as retaliation, knowing you are the most ticklish person to exist. you giggled uncontrollably and wiggled out of his grasp to sprint down the hallway to escape the impending onslaught by jim
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And the tendency for tenants is secrecy.
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Cw: death mentions, swearing, paranoia, implications that an unseen person is really not having a good timeâ˘ď¸
Noise wasnât exactly tolerated where I lived.Â
The crashing of pots made me jump first. A mistake washing dishes knocked just about the entirety of my kitchenware onto the ground⌠Luckily nothing had been damaged. Then it was the angry fist at my door. Mr. Davidson lived on the same floor as me. He was also the landlord. I rushed to accommodate him.Â
His reaction was so angry it itched in my skin.Â
âOh, Iâm so sorry! It wonât happen againâŚâÂ
âYouâre right it wonât!â
I grimaced apologetically, like a dog presenting its belly in an act of submission. A taught behaviour. Quickly, I explained, made promises, and got off on a warning.Â
This demand of silence bordered on unreasonable.Â
Of course, that was fine. I could be calm and quiet. The noise rule definitely had its upsides: no rowdy parties (the flats were too small anyway), no thumping music, no loud children shrieking and banging on the walls. It was more than perfect for me. Late at night Iâd sit at my desk, restless, listening to car horns blaring outside. Mr. Davidson wasnât too bad. You got used to it.Â
My other neighbours were far less unpleasant.Â
One I ended up liking in particular was as elderly lady named Ms. Adler. Sheâd hobble up and down stairs unsuited to arthritic knees, clutching her velvety handbag, her feet wrapped in those soft little slippers with pastel petals embroidered over the toes. Always kind and cheerful, offering you a little sweet or a mint and patting your hand in fond chuckling laughter. As if you were her own long lost grandchild.Â
She lived alone. No one visited her but me. Â
Ms. Adler came to greet me a few times too. Once when Iâd just moved in, and I didnât know anyone.
It was my first time living alone - in the big city, and my new apartment was a mess of cardboard. When she saw Peaches around my heels, sheâd coo and pucker her lips. âOh, little sweetheartâŚâ Bent down painfully. She actually managed to elicit a curious sniff.Â
There was a young man who lived here too. He kept to himself. Well⌠âReclusiveâ actually mightâve been an understatement. I barely saw him. A person like that could be easily overlooked or forgotten, scrubbed over with happier, funnier memories. If only he wasnât so strange - if only our encounters werenât so awkward.Â
Months ago: It was still very dark outside, I was leaving early for my appointment, going downstairs. He was going up. Going home? Ah, that was a problem.Â
Obstructions were pretty common. The stairway was tiny, one-way, ideal for traffic jams, and the lifts were out of order for as long as Iâd known them. Lawrence - I only learnt his name later - wore a sweatshirt and had his yellowish hair tied back. The fluorescent bulbs shone his face a sickly cadaverous hue. He gave me a deer-in-the-headlights stare I probably mimicked. No one could have appeared more harmless. I stopped and made an embarrassing noise in my throat.Â
âNice plant.â I mustâve been chipper that day. He was gently cradling one I wouldnât know the name of. The leaves were glossy and vibrant, stained red, like someone had emptied their veins all over it. I imagined they were healthy. âUh⌠Iâll get out of your way.âÂ
ââŚThanks.â He looked away, grinning. Baring his teeth in a cagey wince. I could even tell he was anxious. A bit of shuffling. I hopped back up the narrow steps.   Â
âHave a good morning.â Not much else for me to say.Â
âUh⌠You too.â And well, that shouldâve been that.Â
But Lawrence didnât enter his apartment. He stood with one hand clamped around the handle. I realised he mustâve been waiting for me to leave first. So I did.
This was the first time I discovered it was possible to feel someoneâs eyes fixated on you. The back of my neck was unguarded, (no scarf, like an idiot) and for an odd moment I feared my throat would be ripped out. Instinctual residue from a distant, herbivore past.Â
But was I unnerved or simply nervous?Â
I was on the bottom floor. I lingered. From above me, the metallic symphony of too many locks. Echoing.Â
My routine was mundane. I was an insect pinned in a glass box. Life here was small and compact that way. And when something was amiss, you noticed it.Â
Of course you did.Â
Shampoo, hairties, pens. I didnât know how I lost things when there was scarcely anywhere for them to hide. I inspected my fridge. Did I still have milk at least?Â
No. It was all gone. I sucked an involuntary breath in. This reminded me of other things I couldâve forgotten, which in hindsight was a good thing. Because just then I remembered too late the last of the dry stuff I fed Peaches tinkled into her bowl - fuck, how did I let things get away from me so often⌠I checked again and the bag was still empty. Obviously. Nothing left for the morning. I had to leave early for my lecture, too.Â
My clock told me it was 1am - I should be asleep now. But I decided on biting the bullet, grabbed my keys and pulled on my jacket, boots and coat. Not my scarf.Â
January was miserable at the best of times. But the sharp, frozen air outside was strangely refreshing, like a bucket of cold water. I was high on adrenaline, too. The nearest open shop was about a 5 minute walk. I mightâve dozed, since I blinked and I was there.Â
I trudged up the entrance. Automatic doors slid open with an off note chime. I recognised Lawrence. Not honestly a surprise - I only met him this late at night, the occurrences random, but increasingly persistent. He only spared me a passing glance before he quickly refocused back on the snacks he was holding.Â
The bright light here was almost nauseating. I found the right aisle, snatched up what I needed and silently joined the queue. Not that it was much of a holdup - but the person at the front was laughing and joking with a cashier who probably deserved a break. Lawrence wasnât talkative. For now I was glad for it. Something in his quiet lifted the pressure to act fully human.Â
I sighed and leant against the sweets rack. The colourful packets were borderline hypnotic to my exhausted brain. A dazzling array of yellows and pinks, swirls, funky lettering, anything to lure in those wonderful impulse buys. My lids were about as heavy as lead. God, this guy was taking foreverâŚÂ
I let myself drift away for a bit. My neighbourâs voice was so low and soft, it took a moment to register.Â
âExcuse me⌠I need to get past youâŚâÂ
Startled, I jumped, and regretted meeting his stare. Two icepick eyes boring into me like a lobotomy.Â
âOh.â I moved to the side. He disappeared.  Â
Lawrence didnât come back, so I took his place and bought what I needed. I felt a little embarrassed. Did I really just nod off right in front of him? Jesus.Â
Exiting, I took a fresh gulp of oxygen, the world outside appeared to have died. Witching hour was upon the city now, silenced and watchful. I could even hear my own footsteps, my boots scuffing on the pavement. I set one before the other. Step, step, step. Never underestimate the crushing weight of silence. Thoughts were swarming around in the hive of my mind.Â
Future thoughts and past thoughts and everything in between. Assignments, dates, meals. Tossing around in a faulty washing machine. Step, step, step.Â
The mass of my shopping crinkled. Unease flooded me without reason. Or perhaps I had all the reason; I was alone, so defenceless⌠Strange tension raked down my upper vertebrae. The fine hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I reflexively whirled to lookâÂ
There was no one there. No one I could see.Â
Skittish, a lone doe in a big metal forest, I felt the urge to hide. I clutched the plastic bag to myself. It would make a lousy weapon, I thought. My heart raced in my chest like it was trying to escape. I made an effort to force it down. Ridiculous. Just the adrenalineâŚÂ
I walked on, passing under dim yellow streetlights. The city council had updated most of the area with better, more radiant lamps, but this particular block was a bit overlooked. So between the flickering rays lay patches of complete and utter darkness. I sped up, and jumped again when my road was blocked by a motorcycle.Â
The big scarred biker revved his engine at me. I waved at him nervously and he let me pass. I didnât care to decipher his wolfish grin. I just wanted to get home.Â
At the sound of my apartment door opening, Peaches let out a quiet chirp and leapt down from my bed.Â
The click of the lock told me I was fine and safe now. I stroked her flexible spine, ignoring how my own still tingled. Her tail wiggled in that happy way.Â
âYes, this is for you⌠No, you canât have it now.âÂ
In my pyjamas, I debated if it was worth it to even attempt sleeping. Not if I crashed too hard too early. My blood was still pumping hard, anyway. So I ended up making this late night one that I never wanted to stop, pushing it and pushing it, until it was 4am and I realised with sinking dread that I only had a few more dwindling, choked out hours until my life resumed.Â
Everything was more beautiful when you had little time to savour it. Music painted in colours so evergreen. All of the books Iâd never open. How thunder rumbled, loud and massive. I realised a heavy downpour was pattering against my windows. I envisioned the rain gathering and dribbling into soil, trickling down bark. The universe was so alive, birthing, living, rotting. Sleep numbed that, at once instant and endless. Just like dying. That mightâve been the adrenaline, too.Â
Thatâs when I heard the noise. An ear-piercing shriek, more animal than human. My response this time was to go rigid. It came from my floor. I stared down at it.Â
Mr. Davidson wasnât happy. âShut the fuck up!â I heard enraged stomping. Mustâve disturbed his rest.Â
I tried to remember who lived just below me⌠And I hoped they didnât get it too rough in the morning. Maybe theyâd just blasted a horror film by accident or something. The incident left me giggly. Or it mightâve been jitters. I padded over to my fridge and got a coke - a little treat. It bubbled like lava down my throat as I sat back down on my rickety bed, folding my legs.Â
Returning to my laptop, I imagined my neighbour was staying awake too. The thought was oddly comforting. This dark and secret gap in time was just for us.Â
Then, a quiet fluttering. A perishing. I looked up. A moth was beating its fragile wings against a bulb. So tiny, this insect boxed into 4 walls. It and I both.Â
Add flowers - this place might be my tomb.
Dividers by @/firefly-graphics
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Dreamflower Fact Drop Part 1!
For Luan (and his family):
Luan's father has Gaelic roots, and Luan's mother is half-Japanese and half-Portuguese. Their family speaks mostly English though. Luan has an older sister called Valerie. Valerie is 3 years older than Luan.
Luan puts many things into his mouth; he licks and bites a lot of stuff either when bored or stressed, or just out of curiosity, (also as a form of affection). It's an oral stim which he has had for his whole life.
Luan's family has 5 cats, and Luan's sister has a small dog!
Luan only wears glasses when he is reading or using a computer, since he is farsighted. He's been wearing glasses since he was 5, but his sight got eventually a bit better and he only needs them for specific tasks.
Luan's parents own a bookstore. Luan's father used to teach literature at the university in the city where Solros also lived. That's why Luan is such a bookworm. Luan's father heritage the bookstore from Luan's grandmother.
Luan's mother is a home economics teacher at the high school.
Luan was homeschooled by his parents since the town they live in didn't have a school for Animutants.
Luan probably watched the original Winx Club like 100 times with his sister when they were kids.
When Luan learns Solros hasn't really tried many types of sweets before, (only a couple of off-brand cheap stuff), he buys like 20 types of different sweets and chocolates for Solros to try.
For Solros (and his family):
Solros doesn't know how to ride a bike or swim.
Solros stutters a lot, it has been a developmental since he was a child and he was never really treated for it. He stutters more heavily when anxious and in distress, and less when he is relaxed and without worries.
Solros had a very special and close bond with his mother, April Huxley, obviously. The first years of his life were loved and safe despite the harsh and poor living conditions.
Yet, Solros' mother was originally going to abort him. On her way to the clinic, she saw a late-blooming field of sunflowers, and took it as a sign that it's never too late to change her life and start blooming. That's also why she named her child 'Solros' (Sunflower).
Solros' dad is named Gavin Ellis. He didn't hit his son until Solros' mother died. His mother was his shield from the physical abuse. After her death, Solros became his dad's new punching bag...
Solros doesn't like wearing jewellery or shirts with high collars (makes him feel trapped and choked).
Solros' mum was the one to feed Solros' imagination. He didn't have toys or games, so his mother made him imagine a lot of things from simple things he had. Socks became puppets, bottle caps became cars, cardboard boxes became fortresses etc...
Solros' mother breastfed him until he was 6 or 7. The only reason she stopped was because Solros decided himself he didn't want it anymore, because the other kids at school were making fun of him. (Ofc she didn't feed him when under substances, she knew that much.)
It took longer than average for Solros to get rid of diapers too, and he was prone to accidents long after he stopped using them. He developed a small problem with stuttering ever since he was a kid, but it got much worse when his mother died.
His mother loved him so much, and told him he was a beautiful special boy who should never beat himself up for what he is.
Solros was her reason to try to get better. April was an addict before she found herself pregnant. It was the turning point of her life.
She had little hiccups and relapses here and there, but Solros was her reason to always get back on track as soon as possible. He was her everything. She eventually even found a job to be able to take care of her son better.
After finding a job, April was able to buy Solros a bit more food, take him to a circus once, and buy some toys and new clothes. The best things Solros got from his mum during this time were colouring pencils, a sketchbook, and stickers. And the trip to the circus, of course.
Solros loves bright colours and the way clowns are supposed to make everyone laugh, (and he loves to see people smile).
The only time April got angry at Solros was when he run away to play in the park when she had passed out. She was so worried about her son that she slapped him when she finally found him playing in the park with another kid, (Luan).
That day always stuck with Solros for multiple reasons; he made his very first friend ever, but it was also the first (and only) time his mother had slapped him. Solros did go back to the park after that, multiple times (with permission), but his friend was never there anymore.
The Classic Care Bears is Solros' comfort show.
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way too many camp camp headcanons? why not
part four: space kid space kid space kid spac
(hes one of my favorite little guys ok have some headcanons for him)
sk bites his nails when anxious, usually after some sort of a nightmare
speaking of nightmares, he has them fairly often, because i enjoy giving characters i like a lot of angst
his favorite fast food place is mcdonalds. no matter how many times hes told that the food there is probably made of radioactive waste, he still loves the chicken nuggets there
as an adult he'll be about 5'2, maximum
did someone say angst? his parents are on the brink of divorce and due to that, inadvertantly end up neglecting him emotionally and sometimes physically (ie. forgetting to take him to school, cook meals, do laundry, etc). (sprung from him saying "minute man? mommy calls daddy that when they argue" and the scene in after hours where he says his mom told him to get used not to seeing him, because in space they won't be able to call)
space kid is in honors math, to the surprise of most.
space kid has a dog named Laika and a cat named FĂŠlicette, both of who named after the first dog and cat respectively to enter space
his uncle babysits him a lot
space kid's room is filled with
space kid has glow in the dark stars on his room, but they're just dots and organized in such a way by him that it matches up to his favorite constellations in their respective parts in the sky
sk likes the plain white ts, taylor swift, and bruno mars, probably because his mom listened to them a lot when he was younger
space kid still enjoys cars, though it was more of a brief hyperfixation. he still has a few car toys scattered around his room, though
autistic and adhd space kid. he duel wields and i project onto him
he's best friends with dolph, as they shared a tent during camp. their friendship shouldve been a thing in cc and im forever upset at how it wasnt
space kid sometimes stays up late so he can see the stars late at night
space kid doesnt take anything anyone else says to heart, mostly because hes aware at how minuscule it all really is in comparison to the infinite universe and how large it all is. when he thinks about that, the things people say to him dont matter. he focuses on the there and the now, not dwelling on the past or future, just being happy with whatever he does and focusing on that, no matter how he might look doing it
he is very dumb and gulible though. there isnt a thought in his head. his braincells are like the bouncing dvd screensaver and every time it hits the edge he has a thought
space kid has a panda stuffed animal and a polar bear stuffed animal that he calls ursa major and ursa minor
space kid has a weighted space blanket that he cant sleep without
he has an allergy to shellfish. its random but i feel he'd have it
sk felt bad for max when he was made fun of for his stuffed bear, so space kid went in his tent with his own stuffed animals and offered to play to make max feel better. max obviously declined, but the sentiment was sweet and something max didnt forget for a while.
space kid has a strong sense of unclouded morls. he sees something bad happen, he doesnt like it. however in order to have those morals, he needs to know whats going on, and its very easy to manipulate him into not seeing the truth in whats happening
sk tries to see the good in everyone, much like david
sk called gwen mom and david dad on multiple occasions. whenever he does, he gets a little glare from max. he doesnt get why
thats it i love him bye
#camp camp#headcanons#cc space kid#space kid#cc max#cc dolph#cc david#cc gwen#all mentioned#ITS THE BOY!#ITS HIM!!!!!!!
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