#give tai a hug

[taivansupremacy]

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Summary: Taissa doesn't care about having the perfect love story and going on dates. She's afraid something is broken within her. (A Taissa character study pre-crash and pre-taivan)

A/N: so... i pumped this out real quickly lol i chose taylor lyrics again to link it to my Van character study. Read Van's character study here!

Taissa never understood what the big deal about dates and crushes were. As a child, her parents read her stories of happily ever afters and of princes saving princesses, but unlike her classmates, she wasn’t sure she even wanted a prince. The idea of being saved didn’t ever sound appealing to her, even as a child, so when her friends all wanted to play princesses, she volunteered herself as a prince so she wouldn’t have to be the damsel in distress. It felt so good to be the saver instead of the saved, until some of her other classmates caught on and told her exactly why she shouldn’t be playing the prince. 

Even in middle and high school, Taissa was never bothered when she didn’t get asked to dances or to go on dates on the weekends. In fact, she was more bothered when she did get asked. She went on a date with a boy in 8th grade, just because all of her friends were giving her shit for being the last one to have their first kiss. She felt queasy just thinking about it, like her insides were all twisted up, but she went anyway. When he kissed her in the back of the movie theater, she didn’t hesitate to run for the bathroom and lock herself in a stall. 

She wasn’t sure if she felt like sobbing or throwing up and she was absolutely positive that none of her friends felt this way after having their first kiss. She decided to table that thought for later and call her mom to come get her. She made up a story about feeling sick (it was only a half lie, really) and laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling for the whole night. 

After that, she’d decided that romantic love just must not be for her. She’d lie to her friends about thinking some completely unattainable guy in their grade is cute. She turned down guys that asked her on dates and to dances, making up some excuse about being busy that night or having some kind of soccer thing to attend to. It helped her get by without too many questions, but she often wondered if she was broken. 

She’d started noticing girls in her grade in the way that she thought most of her friends noticed boys when she was in 9th grade. She’d decided they were much better to look at, but only allowed herself short glances. She wasn’t quite ready to deal with what it meant yet, so she pushed those thoughts down when they arose and continued to believe that she was broken, though all her friends told her that her time would come, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

When she moved to Wiskayok HIgh, her problems only seemed to worsen. Being the new girl meant attention, attention from teachers trying to catch her up to speed, girls trying to figure out if she’d be a friend or a threat, and boys trying to scope out the “fresh meat” in the dating pool. So Tai decided to own it. She decided to show these people she now called peers that she was smart, driven, and bold. She spoke up to answer every question that was put out there by her teachers and chose the front seat in every class. She got some sideways looks about it all, but she didn’t care or at least she tried not to look like she cared.  

On her first day of soccer practice, Tai was introduced to the team as they all stood in front of her in a cluster. She’d recognized most of them from some of her classes and could tell who was friends with who just by looking at them. She vaguely remembered seeing one particular redhead, in her English class, maybe? She couldn’t help but notice the way her auburn hair shone in the sunlight and how her freckles dotted her cheeks and arms like stars in the sky. She looked away almost as soon as her eyes settled on her. The two became fast friends when the redhead made some kind of quip about one of the girls on their team being uptight and peppy, Jackie, Taissa thinks was her name. 

They continued to get closer and closer as the season and school year went on. They often went straight from school or practice to get food or sat in Taissa’s bedroom to watch movies and listen to music. They’d show up and leave parties together, pair up for group projects, and lend each other annotated books with their thoughts and feelings scribbled on the pages. 

The only problem was what Taissa was beginning to suspect is a crush. Of course, she’d admired girls in her grade before, but they’d never been girls that had meant anything to her. Most times, she barely uttered a word to the girls that caught her eye. She’d admired them for a second in passing before looking away and most times, she’d never see them again. 

With Van, it was different. She’d gotten to study her inside and out. She knew Van’s favorite movies and why they were her favorite, she knew why she gets physically sick when she looks at peas, and how making mixtapes is her love language. She also knew how her hair looked splayed across her purple pillowcase at sleepovers. She knew how her pale red eyelashes brushed her freckles as she slept and how it felt to lay her head on Van’s chest and shoulder, a warm, freckled arm wrapped around her back. She knew Van intimately, almost as well as she knew herself. 

Van made her feel what she only assumed her classmates felt with the boys they spoke of. She felt a warmth in her chest upon feeling Van’s warm hand in her own, she gets butterflies in her stomach when Van smiles that smile that she pretends is reserved for her, and she loses her breath when Van’s shirt rides up and a patch of pale, freckled skin is revealed. She tried not to think about these things when they occurred. She loved the feelings that Van elicited from her, though she wasn’t quite ready to confront them.

She continued to make up some dumb excuses when boys from school asked her out, but she found herself wishing it were Van asking her instead. She thought that would solve her problems, but she knew the real problem was within her. She wished she was as confident and bold when it came to her feelings for Van as people thought she was with everything else. 

Taissa Turner thought she wasn’t interested in love, that it was overrated and ultimately not in the cards for her. She knows now that love just looks a bit different for her than it does for everyone else. She may not be ready to deal with that now, but she knows she will be one day and she hopes that Van Palmer will be the one to show her what she was missing out on. 

[taiyami]

I just want to say happy transgender day of visibility to my sisters, brothers and siblings. A world without trans people has never existed and never will, I love you all so fucking much.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

“You realise what that means right?” Karan

“Are you sure about what you said?” Karan

(And a slight nod from Achi) ☺️

(And you can see the upturn smile with Karan lips, almost like he is trying to contain his joy 🥹)

(Sigh…but I can’t believe we didn’t get to see a rooftop kiss from these 2!!! How evil of the show to cut it off!!!, especially after seeing Last Twilight MhokDay kiss the day before!)

Cherry Magic Episode 2

[reashot]

Things Tai probably did:

Kid Yang: Dad. Who is your favorite?

Tai: Sweetie I love both of you equally.

Kid Yang: *walks away*

Tai: *grabs baby Ruby* It's you Ruby. And by a lot.

Baby Ruby: 😮

[nerd-at-sea5]

ok so she’s being baptized and she’s doing a diy abortion. this is NOT ending well for ANYONE

[wildtornado-o]

Which RWBY character's do you think would give the best hugs?

Jaune and Taiyang

[syoddeye]

woke up possessed by the need to write soapgaz x reader smut. i have no excuses. ~1.6k, lightly edited.

cw: dubcon/noncon elements (reader is drunk), alcohol, public/semi-public sex, oral, surprise you're in a throuple

dating kyle, whose best friend soap keeps showing up on your dates. 

you try to make a fuss about it, tired of ruined movie nights and dinners. the insufferable bastard’s jokes are lewd, his eye contact too sharp, and he’s so damn touchy. always grabbing your and kyle’s knees, looping his arms around your necks, or sandwiching you in hugs that flatten either your chest to his or slot your ass to his pelvis.

the last straw is when soap spoils what was supposed to be a couple’s trip. he cards into your hotel room just as you’re about to give kyle a show. barges in with a big dumb grin on his face.

“what did i miss?”

you drag kyle into the bathroom and barely keep yourself from yelling. you demand he sends his friend packing. this is supposed to be a romantic getaway. kyle tries to soothe you, explaining that soap’s just going through a hard time.

“he needs us.”

“he needs a reality check.”

you storm through the room past a smiling soap, gather your clothes, and hastily dress. if kyle needs you, you’ll be at the hotel bar.

a couple of mai tais later, you’re still in a foul mood, but the edge is off. you’re worn down to a weary resignation that you’ll have to share this stupid holiday, thoughts clawing through the syrupy haze of rum and orgeat. kyle’s texted and asked you to return to the room twice, but you’ve ignored both. knowing he’ll probably come looking, you slip out to the beach with one last drink.

past sundown, it’s quiet. a few fires dot the shore, and you glimpse other couples. despite the sweetness in your mouth, your stomach twists into knots. if only you were so lucky. if only your boyfriend put his foot down. you’ll have to suffer through listening to soap snore on the room’s sofa instead of falling asleep thoroughly fucked.

you plop down away from the hotel and drain your cocktail until it’s half-full, stabbing aggressively at its garnish with the little straw.

the ocean hides their footsteps until they’re upon you, and you nearly drop your drink when two bodies bracket yours.

“so this is where you’ve been hiding and pouting.”

you instinctively tuck into kyle. despite being pissed at him, the vulnerable, tipsy part of you seeks his comfort. “i’m not hiding or pouting.”

he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “no? then why’d you run off earlier?”

“i was mad, i’m still mad.”

kyle runs his hand from your knee to your thigh and toys with the hem of your shirt. “why’re you mad?”

“soap, he’s—“you hiccup and turn your face against kyle’s chest just enough to see the other man. soap’s smirking, eyes half-lidded. “he’s going to take you from me.”

they say alcohol loosens your tongue and encourages the truth. and there it is, your awful secret. your real fear, dangling out in the air for both of them to see.

a beat passes, and you hide your face again. you feel kyle’s laughter before you hear it.

“oh, babe. you’ve got it all wrong,” he squeezes you and kisses your temple. “soap, why don’t you show her how wrong she is?”

“aye, with pleasure.”

the scot shifts, and you realize it’s not kyle’s hand toying with your shirt. soap glides a palm up your side, pushing the fabric with it, and cups a tit before finding your lips in a hungry kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, greedily sipping the whines he cajoles out of you.

you’re dimly aware of kyle plucking your glass from your hands, too distracted by the fact your not-boyfriend is leaning you backward. the back of your head is cushioned by sand, nipple hardening as soap brushes his thumb over the cup of your bra.

they make short order of pushing your shirt up and pulling your tits out. your shorts are dealt with, your panties left in place for the moment.

“stay still, babe,” kyle whispers as you surface from the onslaught of soap’s kisses. soap lifts your head carefully so you can watch your boyfriend kneel beside you. he holds your cocktail up and then carefully tilts the glass until a few drops splatter across your stomach. you squeak from the cold and squirm, but soap holds you in place.

the look in kyle’s eyes is pure sin as he dips down to chase after the streams of liquor, tongue blazing over your skin. it dips into your navel, fishing a reluctant giggle out of you, then continues south.

he pauses to ruck off his shirt, then lifts your hips to carefully guide it beneath your lower half. he pinches the swell of your ass.

“you’ve been so good, babe. so patient. you’re learning, aren’t you?” he asks, licking his lips as soap moves to kneel at your head. “soap isn’t here for just me, is he?”

your eyes roll blearily in their sockets to find the man in question staring down at you. the heat in his eyes setting off more sparks in your belly.

“n-no.”

kyle beams and curls his fingers in the elastic.

“no. he wants both of us. isn’t that nice?”

you nod stiffly, eyes fixed on your underwear as he pulls them to your ankles. you should be embarrassed. humiliated, to have a man who isn’t your boyfriend see you like this. but alcohol and desire blur together, and you raise your hips with a tiny noise. a word. “please.”

“needy girl. i’m gonna make you feel good, babe. but if i’m gonna do that, i need you to make him feel good, yeah?”

soap’s fingers leave your tit to stroke the side of your head, gently nudging your face toward him. you’re met with the sight of his cock straining against his shorts, his free hand palming it slowly.

you glance up and realize this is the quietest he’s ever been. he’s always loud and boisterous. annoying when he invades your space. now he’s dead silent, save for the deep breaths from his nostrils. blue eyes narrowed in a predatory stare.

in an instant, you know. all this time, he’s been trying to run you down. wear away your resistance. get you accustomed to his near-constant presence. and apparently, he’s tired of waiting, wielding your boyfriend against you to sweeten you to some sort of package deal.

you should scream. tell both of them to piss off. instead, you slowly reach for the waistband of soap’s shorts, and help tug them down.

the alcohol coursing through your system makes you sluggish and clumsy, but soap does most of the work anyway. his cock languidly glides over your tongue and into your throat, erasing sugar with salt—the lines of your relationship along with it.

kyle’s tongue and fingers coax you into a state of euphoria, vision wet and glassine at the edges. you don’t think you could run away even if you wanted to. your legs are jelly, body pliant as hands grope at their leisure. kyle shushes you when you wiggle at the sound of distant voices, silencing you with a third finger and the seal of his mouth on your clit.

the muscles of your legs start to shake and tighten, pussy clenching around kyle’s fingers as he curves them inside. his mouth is sloppy over your cunt, partly due to how you writhe on his shirt. 

“christ, i’m close.” soap grits out overhead, his thrusts into your mouth becoming more erratic.

kyle unlatches his lips, “she is too.”

soap chuckles and pats your cheek, meeting your eye with a coo. “this’ll be special, pet. you an’ me at the same time, aye?”

a garbled moan around soap’s cock makes him jerk and curse, prompting his big hands to cradle your jaw. angling you with surprising gentleness to continue. you gag as he slips in too deep, too eager, but your attention’s split between needing oxygen and needing to come. kyle hasn’t let up, fucking you on his hand and groaning at the wet, sticky squelch cutting through the sound of the waves.

you come first with a gurgled shout, eyes rolling back in your head as you spasm and kick fruitlessly in the sand. soap’s a quick second, giving you a half-second warning before shooting thick ropes into your throat. kyle’s tongue laps at your folds as you swallow, both sensations overwhelming you to the point of tears. soap tucks himself away, and you hear him tut.

“gie it a rest. she’s still got to ride you back in the room.”

kye laughs breathlessly and crawls over you. “still with us?” he smirks at the delirious nod you manage. “good girl. need help standing?”

you let them dress you and haul you to your feet. the world’s gone wobbly, and you list heavily against kyle. your arms are also negotiated around soap, slotting you firmly between them. kyle’s shirt hangs into a pocket, soaked, and with every step back toward the hotel, clarity and embarrassment steamroll you.

“i can’t—this was a mistake.” you hiss, though the three of you know your words don’t carry the weight you want them to.

kyle plants a kiss on your cheek. you smell yourself on his face. “we’ll see if you feel different in the morning.” 

“aye. probably just have sand where the sun don’t shine. i’ll personally see to—”

with your waning lucidity, your elbow finds his ribs in a harsh blow. he sputters and stumbles, almost releasing you from his hold, but not quite.

“jesus, our girl’s got some fire, garrick.”

“tried to warn you.”

you mutter something mean, setting the men off into titters of laughter, and try to ignore the flicker of warmth at our girl.

[emmaxdelicate]

Karma is my girlfriend

Summary: Taylor Swift x famous!reader ; Taylor changes the lyrics to her song on tour and everyone freaks out.

Warnings: I am NOT a gaylor! I just write for fem readers. Use of y/n (only 1 time). She/her pronouns. Nothing, just kissing and two idiots in love :)

A/N: Okay so this is really rushed and short and it's my first story on here so it's probably bad so PLEASE don't mind. Okay? Okay.

wc: 565 masterlist

The loud music made your ears tremble in a somewhat pleasant way. The blinding strobes coming from the centre of the pit danced throught the stadium walls and the sky. The people around you had no idea of what was going on between you and the woman on stage.

You and Taylor met 5 months ago at friend's birthday party, and since then you haven't been able to keep your eyes off of her. You exchanged phone numbers and started talking almost everyday, that becoming long phone calls, to actual meetups, wich became dates.

On your second one, you kissed. It was brief, a small peck on the lips just before you both pulled away to contemplate eachother's gazes, trying to decode your own rumbling thoughts.

A week later you started dating. No one really knows about it, and you both want to keep it that way.

Taylor's currently performing Karma, her last song on the setlist, everybody's dancing and singing in the VIP tent.

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Karma is the girl on the screen, coming straight home to me

The crowd cheers loudly, everyone freaking out about the small but so significant lyric change.

You know it's about you. The smirk she's got on her mouth is the exact same she has whenever she's kissing you.

A sudden thought struck your mind: all of the people recording, the cameras, and you were still smiling and blushing like an idiot. You rapidly put on your acting skills, faking an amused face and blending in with everyone else's.

All good things come to an end, and so does the song. Taylor gives her last goodbye to the shaking crowd and disappears under the stage.

As fast as a racing cheetah, you get out the VIP tent following the mass of people who are waiting for Taylor to exit the stadium. But you pass right by them, headed to her dressing room.

After showing your badge to security and being stopped by some fans, you finally reach your destination. Eager knocks resound throught the stadium's inner walls as Taylor opens up the door. Her blue orbs immediately dilatate as she sees you.

"Hey," she says.

"Hi," you breathily reply, stunned at the sight of how the blue sparkly bodysuit she has on hugged her curves.

"Come in," she steps aside closing the door behind her.

You step closer to her and quickly find yourself placing a gentle kiss on her lips with you arms wrapped around her neck.

"So," Taylor kindly breaks the kiss "what'd you think about that?"

"About what?"

She jokingly rolls her eyes, "About the lyrics, silly"

You can feel the blood rapidly rush to your cheeks, "Oh, I loved it"

"Really?"

"Obviously!" you loosen the grip around her neck "Everyone loved it! You were so good"

"Thank you, y/n" she hugs you and rests her cheek on your shoulder, "you mean so much to me"

Taylor raises her head up, waiting for a response.

"I love you, Taylor"

When you hear nothing back, you start panicking. "I-I'm sorry Tay, if you still don't feel it you can just- just forget I said that"

But then, that smirk plasters her face, and you already know what she's gonna say.

"I love you too".

[yxlnst]

Can you do one where they see their significant other in a bikini?

Ofc!! Though im not sure if you wanted fluff or more matured reaction, so i just did fluff

SEVENTEENS REACTION

🎀 : When they see you in a bikini

🧸 : Fluff

🧸 - - - - - - - - - - - - 🎀 - - - - - - - - - - - - 🧸

S.Coups 🍒

S.Coups had invited you to a beach party with his friends. As you stepped out in your new bikini, he couldn't help but smile, his eyes lingering just a little longer than usual. "Wow," he said, his voice low and filled with admiration. He walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You look amazing," he whispered, giving you a playful wink.

Jeonghan 😇

Jeonghan was lounging on a beach chair, chatting with friends when you arrived in your bikini. His conversation stopped mid-sentence as he saw you. A slow, teasing grin spread across his face. "Well, look at you," he said, his voice full of playful charm. "You sure you're not trying to steal all the attention today?" He winked at you, clearly impressed.

Joshua 🦌

Joshua had been setting up a beach umbrella when you walked over in your bikini. He looked up and immediately blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Oh, um, wow," he stammered, trying to find his words. "You look great!" He smiled warmly, his shyness only adding to his charm. "You ready for a fun day at the beach?"

Jun 🐱

Jun was talking to some friends when you arrived in your bikini. He turned to greet you, and his eyes widened in surprise. A slow, appreciative smile crossed his lips. "Well, someone looks incredible," he said, his voice low and smooth. He walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Ready to have some fun?"

Hoshi 🐯

Hoshi was busy setting up a beach volleyball net when you walked up to him in your bikini. He paused, his eyes lighting up as he took in your appearance. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, playfully fanning himself. "Is it just me, or did it get hotter out here?" He gave you a big grin, clearly impressed. "Come on, let's play some volleyball!"

Wonwoo 🐈‍⬛

Wonwoo was reading a book under the shade of a beach umbrella when you approached in your bikini. He glanced up and did a double-take, his eyes lingering for a moment. A shy smile spread across his lips. "You look really good," he said, his voice soft but sincere. He gestured for you to sit beside him. "Come relax with me for a bit?"

Woozi 🍚

Woozi was setting up a cooler when you walked over in your bikini. He looked up and immediately blushed, his usual composure faltering for a moment. "Oh, um, hi," he said, trying to regain his cool. "You look, uh, great." He scratched the back of his head, clearly flustered. "Let's, um, let's find a good spot to set up our things."

DK ⚔️

DK was laughing with some friends when you arrived in your bikini. He turned to greet you, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa!" he said, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "You look amazing!" He pulled you into a hug, his enthusiasm contagious. "Ready for some fun? Let's go swim!"

Mingyu 🐶

Mingyu was setting up a beach grill when you walked over in your bikini. He glanced at you and did a double-take, a big grin spreading across his face. "Wow," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You look incredible!" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "Come on, let's get this party started!"

The8 🐸

The8 was practicing tai chi on the beach when you arrived in your bikini. He glanced at you and gave you a warm smile, his eyes filled with appreciation. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice calm and soothing. He walked over to you, taking your hand. "Shall we go for a walk along the beach?"

Seungkwan 🍊

Seungkwan was joking with some friends when you approached in your bikini. He turned to greet you, and his eyes widened with surprise. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said, playfully shielding his eyes. "Is that an angel, or is it just you?" He laughed, clearly enjoying his own joke, then pulled you into a hug. "You look fantastic!"

Vernon 👽

Vernon was listening to music when you walked over in your bikini. He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk crossing his lips. "Nice," he said, giving you a nod of approval. He leaned back in his beach chair, his eyes still on you. "You ready for a day of chilling and swimming?"

Dino 🦖

Dino was playing frisbee with some friends when you arrived in your bikini. He paused, his eyes widening with surprise. "Wow," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You look amazing!" He tossed the frisbee aside and walked over to you, his usual energy returning. "Want to play? Or we could go for a swim!"

[mylospookiebear]

Wanna see Tai Lung headcanons. Both sfw and nsfw please

Ofc!

MDNI‼️( minors do not interact!)

Tai Lung Sfw and nsfw headcannons

Theme; Fluff 💗 and smut🔥

Enjoy reading! :)

Tai Lung x GN! Reader

SFW

If we're talking about relationships here and him being with you, Can't promise you he'll be a Somewhat good boyfriend because he hasn't dated ANYONE before

He'd hate to see you upset so he'd try to make you more happy by cuddling you and just showing you a lot of affection

He loves to see you sleeping beside him or just in general, you look so peaceful and not stressed

He doesn't sleep that much to be completely honest. The only time he'll sleep is when you're sleeping with him but even then he's still only getting like 5 hours of sleep 😭 (Probably has insomnia)

Fluffy, but not too fluffy, I'm imagining your taking a bath or a shower with him and when he dries off he just POOF! Puffs up and looks like a big furball

He's actually good at kissing, He prefers cheek and forehead kisses and his love language is words of affirmation and physical affection

Headcanoning him as touch starved, He trained till his bones cracked so before he got sent to prison he probably didn't save himself ANYTIME to hug people or anything like that, He got more touch starved in those 20 years he endured in that horrible prison so he's now taking all that missed out affection on you and there's not a second where he doesn't hold your hand, hand around your waist (if comfortable with it), hugging you, kissing you, etc

Allows you to pet him because he doesn't like to be seen as vulnerable to ANYONE, besides you because he knows he can trust you. (He likes scratches behind the ears)

NSFW

He doesn't have any experience but actually is quite good at it

DOM. DOM 100% (If you beg him and convince him to be bottom then he'll allow it)

Doesn't have a favourite position, only cares if you're not getting too tired, in pain or uncomfortable. He does prefer positions where he can see your head and face though

He wants to make sure you have the BEST fucking time of your life

When he's close, he'll start purring and putting his head on your shoulder or between your neck and shoulder and gripping onto your back/chest (Whatever position your in)

He makes a lot of noise. Moaner and a growler, Like I said, he purrs too but mostly when he's close to cumming

Doesn't mind you giving head to him but actually prefers him giving you head/ eating you out

Aftercare is a MUST DO. Baths and cuddling 100%

Bites. He bit your shoulder once and it left that there for at least 3 months before he went away and apologised a lot for it, his ears went down and was hugging you because he felt so guilty 😭

He'd like to have kids but feels it's too late for that (I did the math, his wiki said he was 40+ in KFP 1, so let's just say he's 40, we haven't seen him in 16 years so 40+16= 56)

Kinks: Bondage, Creampie

(Btw, I only put that he feels too old for it because I have had people on my old acc come after me saying "HES TOO FUCKING OLD AAAAAA-", so no need to comment now lads😭)

Bonus!- SFW

(This is actually canon by the way) He likes jump roping, Especially in the spirit realm and with Kai and Lord Shen (They actually used the chameleons tongue to do it and yes, this is all canon!

Bonus!- NSFW

Very touchy and quite needy. Can last about 8 rounds before he's done for today

Thanks for reading!💗

[ssparksflyy]

ours ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader summary: finally going home to see leo after a long day at work ♡ warning(s): tiny swears but like youll be fine word count: 938 a/n: ive had this idea for soso long nd im glad to finally write it :)) also requests r open so send em in ! this is set after the war :D GO LISTEN TO OURS BY TAY

you sighed as you leaned back into your cheap office chair, looking over at the clock on your desk. 4:55. a whine escaped your lips as you realized you had to sit at this godforsaken desk for another five minutes.

"damn, love-struck fool can't even wait another five minutes to see their loverboy?" your coworker asked, turning around in her chair.

"whatever, melody" you said, turning your head in her direction.

she chuckled and paused, "you know, you could do so much better than him."

you turned around in your chair to face her, glaring.

"im just saying, are you really sure he's the one? i mean, he's scrawny, roughed up, and really not that cute." she said, staring at a picture of you and leo you had on your desk, one you'd taken together at a county fair.

'oh but if he were white you'd be fawning all over him' you thought.

"and those tattoos, i mean, he does realize those are permanent, right? like come on, doodle bob on your wrist? i swear, there's childish and then there's your boyfriend."

you were seriously biting your tongue now. you were so tired of people judging leo and your relationship, as if they would even try to get to know him. and you loved his doodle bob tattoo!!

"you sound like my dad, dude" you said, no emotion in your voice.

"well maybe he has i point, i mean personally, i wouldn't really approve if my kid was dating someone-"

you left before she could finish her sentence. your time was no longer hers, it was five p.m. your time belonged to leo now.

⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩

you dropped your bag onto the floor, placed your keys on their hook and slipped off your shoes the second you walked into your apartment.

"leo? where are you?" you called out, dragging your feet.

"in the kitchen!" he shouted, and you headed over.

you walked into the kitchen to see leo making dinner, a smile spreading onto your face as you realized he was making (favorite food).

"hey! how was work today?" he asked, looking up at you with his classic leo valdez smile.

"absolutely horrible, i hated every second" you said, walking over to him and slinging your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his neck, "i missed you."

he chuckled, stopping what he was doing and turning around, pulling you into his chest and giving you a hug.

"really? well what made it so horrible?" he asked, placing a kiss on top of your head.

you groaned and removed your head from his neck to look at him, "well the awkward elevator ride is always a horrible start to the day, you'd think people would learn about something called deodorant by now. then once i got to my desk, my boss called me into her office and asked me to go through some files that needed to be sorted, i didn't mind but you know, boorriinnggg. uh, and then i went back to my desk for the rest of the day and then like just as i was about to leave, melody started bitching again."

he furrowed his eyebrows, "again? gods what was she criticizing this time?"

you looked down, "you."

"me?? what have i ever done to this woman? i don't even know her!" he said, "please tell me you punched her."

"leo, you know if i didn't need this job she would've been in the hospital on life support by now" you said, raising your head and placing a kiss on his cheek.

he laughed, "well don't worry to much about her, she's just jealous. you know people just love throwing rocks at things that shine."

"oh my god when did you become a poet?" you said, pretending to be shocked.

"i heard it in a taylor swift song, okay?" he said, blushing and looking down.

you laughed as you pulled him in close once again.

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that night, you ate real good. you had loved (favorite food) before leo had made it for you, but ever since the time he made some for one of your dates, you were yet to find somebody who made it better than he did. he always claimed his version was better because his was made with undying love and affection, which always made you giggle.

after dinner, you settled down on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. around midway, you stopped paying attention to the movie and started paying attention to leo. you seriously didn't know what you'd done to deserve someone like him. he treated you so well, and loved you in a way nobody else could. you didn't get how people like melody couldn't see that. if anything, you were a little glad they couldn't. that meant that you'd get your perfect repair boy all to yourself. you were the one who would get his toothy smiles, the ones where you were able to see the gap between his teeth that you loved so much. you were the one who would get his homemade meals whenever you came home from work. you were the one who would get to try and figure out the riddles he'd recite. you were the one who got moments like this, moments you wouldn't trade anything in the world for.

leo looked down, noticing that you were staring.

"something wrong?" he asked.

you shook your head, "i just love you so much, leo."

he smiled, "i love you too, (y/n)."

you no longer cared about what other people thought of your relationship. this love was yours, not theirs.

a/n two: tysm for reading!! js somethin short i wanted to get out :)) i fr wasnt able to listen to ours without thinking of this and i was just like ugh i need 2 write this so.. here we are! hope u enjoyed and have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

[kichikichiko]

Hey

Can i please hsc dating for Po (kung-fu panda)

What do you like about him?

AAAAA MY FIRST KUNG FU PANDA REQUEST!! I'd be delighted to do this anon Po is my 2nd favourite character after Tai Lung :>>>>>>

Synopsis: headcanons of dating Po the dragon warrior!

Pairing: Po x kung fu gn! Reader (Animal type is up to you)

Cw: headcanon, fluff, probably not proofread, Po is a sweetheart what else to say???

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“What do you like about him?” someone asks you.

Po is the Dragon warrior of the valley of Peace, of course everyone loves him, but no one loves him more than you do.

When you and Po make it official, he basically would talk about it NON STOP.

Out on a mission? He tells the furious 5 that he misses you already, even though he just left the valley a minute ago.

AND can see your figure in the distance, watching him wave farewell by the bridge

Out to another part of China and staying at an inn? He’d tell the innkeeper about having a partner and would tell them all the amazing things about you

Maybe even the embarrassing ones too, but not on purpose!

He just pays close attention to you, loves you and every part of you

He fights enemies? Po had always been one to talk during battle. So to no one’s surprise, as he’s kicking butts he’d tell the enemy that he has a partner that he so adores, and who he misses so much

It gets pretty annoying for the enemies to the point they just have the urge to beat him up even more. Not that they can but oh well.

One of Po’s favourite moments is when he sees your face when he comes back from a mission

Your smile and the way you’d run up to him to give him a big hug.

You're smaller than him. But even then, he could feel how tight you wrap your (wings/paws/arms) around him.

Just by your hug alone he can tell how much you missed him as well

“Po you're back! How was the mission? Were you hurt?” you’d ask while checking his whole body for any cuts, injuries and bruises.

If you catch him come back home with an injury no matter how small, you’d yell and panic while dragging him back to the village to attend to him

Even if he tell you over and over it’s fine and that it doesn't hurt as much, you refuse to let him walk around with an injury

He loves that you care so much about him.

Po loves to bring back souvenirs for you as well when he goes out on a mission.

Be it keychains, posters, food or anything.

If he sees something cool that he knows you’d like.. he’d get it.

You appreciate all of the gifts he gives you and keep it on a shelf in your home that is dedicated to the stuff Po gives you.

Whenever he visits your place, he’d take a glance at that shelf and smile to himself.

Happy that you appreciate his gifts enough to dedicate a whole shelf for it.

Po makes some of the best noodles in the village

He is the son of Mr. Ping, the goose who owns the best noodle shop in the valley

Whenever you both decide to have a chill date, you’d both go up your favourite hill and enjoy some of Po’s noodles

“Po seriously you can do EVERYTHING! Kick butts, save the world and make noodles!” you praised him, while gulping down his noodles

“Nahhh my dad makes the best noodles, but I am very good at kicking butts and saving the world" he chuckles, acting all so humble.

You don’t argue though

because even if he thinks he doesn’t make the best noodles, he is right about being good at his job as the dragon warrior.

Po also appreciates that you don’t date him just because he is the dragon warrior.

You don’t treat him like a trophy, make his job the main focus of everything.

You see Po for Po, and you are with him BECAUSE he is him, not the dragon warrior.

If Po starts doubting who he is as a person, you gently remind him and lead him back to the right path and show him who he truly is.

“Never lose sight of who you are, Po.”

When the valley is in danger, his very first instinct is to find you and protect you. He knows that the safety of everyone else in the valley is in good hands… paws and wings.

He’d (try) run to where you live and when he finds you he will be very relieved.

If you are unharmed this is how he’d react:

“(Name) I’m so glad you're safe” and just like you, he’d check your body for any injuries. “I’ll get you out of here okay? Just stay with my dad and I’ll find you once this is all over.”

“Okay, please be careful Po,” you nodded in agreement, holding his paws with a worried expression.

“I promise.” He would do anything to keep his promise. Po couldn't bear to break it

If you are harmed this is how he’d react:

When Po finds you harmed, be it with any of your body parts stuck under rubble or getting an injury that causes you to be in pain…

He’d panic and the anger sets in

He’d save you first, carry you bridal style and run away from the scene leaving the enemy (if there is any) with the furious 5 “You're going to be just fine (name)! I promise you so don’t leave me now!”

It’s clear in his face that he is very, very worried for you and your wellbeing

Po would put the blame on himself if he ever lost you.

Will think it's all his fault that he wasn't by your side to protect you

You being attentive as always even when in pain, realise this and gently smiled at him with all the strength you have left

“Po, I’m going to be just fine, okay? Don’t worry. I won’t leave you”

With your whispered reassurance, he becomes less tense and nods. Believing your words.

There was just no way you’d leave him here all alone. You will be with him through every step of the way, and him with you.

When everything is done and he defeats the enemy, he’ll find you ( and his dad) immediately.

Overall, Po would be a wonderful boyfriend. He may not be smart, but he does make you feel loved, safe, happy and content.

And that is truly, all that matters.

“Everything” you respond with a smile.

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Request

Masterlist

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai general and Romantic headcanons

A/N:sorry if I got any of the characters wrong, I was using a combo of wiki/Google translate as I don't speak any of the languages mentioned. Pls let me know if I got any info wrong, i will gladly go in and change it to make it right.

General:

Half Indian and half Chinese.

His and nya's last name is 鄭 (Zheng), but he says it's Smith bc when they where younger he got in the habit of lying about his name so he Didnt have to deal with CPS.

His ma is from Visakhapatnam in Andhra Pradesh, and was a practicing Hindu. Ray is from the 云南 (yunnan) province, and was a practicing theravida Buddhist. Ray is ethnically from the 傣族 (dai people, also spelt Tai in english)

Before his parents dissapearances, they both brought him to their hometowns, and actively taught him both cultures and religions, which he continued to learn about and even teach Nya about after their dissapearances.

When he was 14 he bought a small boat and him and Nya rode it across the costal line, and he promised Nya one day when he was older he'd bring the both of them to their parents hometowns.

He's a Buddhist.

He speaks so many languages.

Like so many

He's fluent in Thai, mandarin and cantonese chinese, telugu, urdu, hindi, Punjabi, arabic and ninjago-ian(idk whatever language ninjago speaks)

Also trying to learn Indonesian.

He also knows yunnan dialect bc his dad would speak in it more often than not

Absorbes info like a sponge

He likes to quilt

He always wears a golden bracelet He got from his moms jewelry box after she left.

Likes to draw but is bad at it, so he colors coloring books

Introvert

He may act all confident, but he really isn't. super insecure

Soooo good with hair

Like, has all the stops. 10 step hair care routine

rivals Zanes cooking skills.

When working out focuses on building rather than lean muscle.

Mother friend

has dragged all of his friends into the water splashing festival.

Fatal flaw is loyalty and kind of hubris (it's conflicting, ik with the insecure and extreme pride, but like- it makes sense in my head. Inferiority/maybe superiority complex.)(it makes sense bc this is such me behavior. Imagine hating yourself but thinking ur the baddest bitch alive)

Likes to stare at fire

If he can't sleep he'll make a small bonfire to stare at and think

insomnia

Chronic cigarette smoker

Romantic:

Hes more show than tell

Def acts of service (me frfr)

Although, he is very cuddly.

Not in public, though. Maybe infront of the other ninja if it was a rough day

Loves to rock you gently from side to side when yall are hug

loves to give you temple kisses

He's very gentle with you, treats you like glass

You wil prolly say ily first, and he'll go;"🧍‍♂️...cool?"

He has mommy and daddy issues, but HEAVY on the mommy issues. Have fun with this hyper-independant fuck who can't accept help without feeling like a failure even though they need it (I'm not projecting you are)

Goes all out for holidays and anniversaries.

Doberman/German Shepard vibes tbh

When it's just you two he doesn't feel the need to fill the air with meaningless chatter, so if he feels safe enough to just share air without talking feel honoured and cherish it bc that means he actually trusts you.

A little rough around the edges, but will remember that thing you said 5years ago on ur first date

Most dates are chill inside and take a nap

But sometimes if he can he takes you on the town or someplace fancy

Also likes to show you his favorite childhood spots

[dawnoftime22]

moments to never forget.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: It's your birthday, and Taylor has many plans up her sleeve. She gives you surprises one after another simply in one day, and it becomes the most special birthday you've had yet.

Word Count: 2.9k

Category: Fluff! All fluff!!

A/N: GUESSSS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS??? MINE!!! happy birthday to me :DD so take this as a birthday special <33 I really really hope you'll love this because its one of my most fav fic I've written so far <3

| Started on 01/12/2023, 5:53 PM |

| Finished on 01/12/2023, 11:13 PM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“Oh, all I'd ever do for you, and you only.”

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It was a peaceful day. You were sat on the couch in the living room with Taylor, knowing today is your birthday, but you never really did much on it, except get a cake really.

"You know, I have something to show you." She says naturally, but with a mysterious tone in her voice. You piqued up slightly in her embrace at the sentence, curiosity taking over your features.

"What is it?" You ask as she moves to get you off of her and stand up, wanting you to follow with her from her hands tugging on yours.

"You'll see." Her voice was cheeky, her eyes following her smile. You get dragged over to the bedroom, making you all the more curious.

She sits you down on the bed before going off to the closet, where all her clothes are located. She opens it, and you gasp.

Your mouth was open at the set of cardigans in her wardrobe that you knew weren't there before. They were beautiful, and the side of the arms had little stitched in stars in them. You close your mouth as you took in the scene before you. Was this real or a dream? You didn't even know. You were about to ask her to pinch you.

They only weren't there before because Taylor had some of them stored in another house, and she didn't have a piece of each and every one yet, surprisingly, until her team sent her ones she didn't have yet, completing her collection.

"Which one do you want?" She asks softly, her hands waving over to them as a gesture of 'voila'. Her eyebrows raised with a smile on her lips.

"Tay, I love them all, I can't just choose one." Your shoulders slumped with your words, your mind thinking Taylor was asking you to choose only one that you could wear or add to your own wardrobe. Technically you could just steal hers, but that wasn't in your flow of thoughts with the shock, and how your mind was currently focused on her question.

"Well, you can have them all, darling, but right now which one do you wanna wear?" Her sentence comes out with a small giggle that vibrates within her ribs and echoes out to your ears, and you were about to melt into a pool of puddle on the wooden floor with all the love you had for her.

"You choose," you say quietly, not able to make a decision. She hums, half expecting you to have said that, perhaps. The blonde turns her head to look at the closet, her fingers brushing against the soft fabrics of the cardigans, and her eyes were extremely focused.

"How about this one?" Taylor reaches her hand out to one of the hangers, grabbing one of the seven cardigans from her collection. She chose simply on whichever she thought you'd love most, and she never fails in doing so.

You grab the hanger as she gives it to you, your eyes shining at the sight. You delicately take off the cardigan and put your arms in the arm holes, wearing it. It smoothly goes over your shoulders and went off to your other arm as you fully had it on you.

Taylor smiles, her eyes looking over the sight of you wearing something of hers. Well, she has before, considering you stole her hoodies and clothes, but this was especially different. Her own merch.

"You look lovely," she whispers, her voice endearing as ever. A slight red tint appears on your face, and she tries her hardest to get a clear picture of it in her head to store away and remember for years later to come.

"It's warm. It feels like whenever you hug me." You move your arms as if to hug yourself slightly, the comfortable fabric making itself feel like home upon you.

"Well, I'm warmer, but I'm glad it's comfortable." You giggle at her sentence, but she wasn't wrong. Although she is warmer, the cardigan fits you perfectly, and it's soft against the skin of your arms.

She closes the closet doors and walks over to you, putting her arms out to hug you and sit on your lap. She places her arms around your body that was layered in a shirt and the cardigan.

"Are you warm enough?" She asks playfully as she puts her cheek against your shoulder, looking up at you adorably, her blonde hair spilling over your shoulder. You swore you were gonna die happily right then and there.

"You're basically gonna make me melt from all the warmth." You're lucky the room was cold enough for it all to be cozy, and oh so perfect of a temperature.

She giggles, and then gets off of you, standing up and taking your hand into hers, tugging you to follow along.

"Where are we going now?" You ask curiously, your arm pushing you up and your legs straightening to a standing position to follow her. Your hands were intertwined with each other like a perfect puzzle piece.

"Someplace you'll love." She says, grabbing her keys out her pocket and going to the living room, making her way to the front door.

Once she opens the door, the sun was greeting high above the clouds somewhere, but it wasn't awfully sunny. She closes and turns the key into the door behind you. The sky shows a nice and gentle weather, no gray clouds.

The car beeped in the distance to your left, making you turn your head towards it. Taylor tilts her head while she walks to the car, as if to signal you that she was done making sure the house was all safe and locked.

You trail behind her, watching her get in the driver seat to turn on the engine. You thought she'd stay there and close the door, but she goes over to the passenger side and opens yours for you.

A dopey smile was on your face, her small gestures of love being everything to you. You went ahead and walked by her to go sit in the seat. She checks that you're fully in the vehicle before she closes the door.

When Taylor got in and clicked her seatbelt on along with you, she settles her hands on the steering wheel, driving off to the main road and start the journey to your destination, wherever that may be.

You got comfortable, unknowing whether it'll be a short one, or a long one. Before doing so, you turn on the radio and adjust the volume so it'll be good background music. You smile when you hear your favorite song playing.

Her eyes went to watch you every now and then, your head nodding along to the music and some lyrics coming out your mouth. She was so in love with you and everything about you.

When it went on to being half an hour in the car, you had settled down in your seat, watching the trees pass by and looking at the view outside. It seems you were going up a few mountains, and you couldn't wait to see what she had planned.

Taylor was smiling adorably as she drove. The sun was setting already, the two of you having left the house in the evening, and it left an iridescent line on her face, the rearview mirror reflecting the sun.

This was a precious day and a precious moment. You stare at her, admiring her for a second before pulling out your phone, your teeth catching your lip as you took a picture of her.

She notices you in the corner of her eyes, and her smile grew wider with a soft look. "I saw that," she says, knowing you loved to take pictures of her before she sees. But you didn't just take it for that reason.

"There's a rainbow on your face." You point out, and she looks into the mirror, her eyes brightening at the many colors of light visiting her cheek down to her neck. It was as if you were to travel upon a rainbow and find a stash of gold, to which, she practically is one. But she's more valuable and special than a simple pot of gold. Oh, so much more.

"I guess it's true how they say I have a bit of magic running through me." She focuses back on the road ahead of her, joking about the fans to you. You shake your head with a small laugh, but almost agreeing with her and the people who's talked about it. Far too many coincidences with the plane matching her lyrics, and mother nature following her with strikes of lightning.

Soon enough, you arrive, and it was a place somewhere on the side of the road, but there was a small path that could be seen at an angle. You follow Taylor's lead when she got out and locked the car, the wind breezing gently through your hair as you moved.

The sun had gone down by now, and the sky was dark, but the pathway had small lamps lighting up the way. You wondered if that was Taylor's doing, or perhaps they had already been there and this was a spot some people visit.

But it was her doing. She found this place a while ago, and no one else had taken it thus far. It was hers, and your spot now. The grass was green, and there were beautiful trees with leaves flowing and smoothly falling down here and there.

Taylor eventually stops walking, and you see a small picnic set up below an apple tree. She smiles your way, and your lips reflected hers. You couldn't have found anyone better.

She goes to sit down on the fabric, beside her a basket with some food. You sit down with her, shuffling to sit in between her legs with your back against her front.

It was a place where not much light pollution covered the place. You stare up at the night sky. It glimmered with stars, brightly glowing along with the gibbious moon high up the sky. You could see venus and saturn somewhere.

The sight shined off to your eyes, and hers stared down to them, admiring the speechless but happy look on your face. You were staring at the stars, she was staring at you.

You had your hands resting in your own lap, and she went off to the basket to grab a container that has a a slice of cheesecake. One that was delicious, and one from your favorite shop.

There was a small birthday candle, and the blonde gently places it atop the cake, lighting it up with a lighter.

She grabs a fork, opening the lid and handing the fork to you. You didn't see it until she waved it slightly, making you look down. A small gasp makes it way out your mouth when you realize what was on the picnic blanket just beside you.

"Tay, you didn't have to do all this." You say, your voice barely above a whisper from the surprise of how much she's been doing for you just in one day. And she planned all of it by herself. You look at her over your shoulder, your eyes full of emotions.

"But I wanted to. And you deserve every inch of it," she says, so very softly. Her free hand reaches up to caress your cheek with her thumb gently. She then lays a light kiss on your lips, her eyes holding only care and her embrace only holding safety.

Your lips turned upwards, and you gently take the fork from her hand, going off to grab the cheese cake container.

"Make a wish." She whispers gently. You stay quiet for a second, before blowing out the candle. Her face has a smile as she watches you.

"You're not gonna tell me what you wished for are you?" Taylor asks as you dig your fork into the cake, taking a small size before putting it in your mouth.

"Nope. It won't come true if I do." But in honest truth, the wish was her. To be with her forever and always.

The cake melted in your mouth. It was sweet, but not awfully sweet. Just the right amount, as it always had been. Taylor watches your movement from behind as she held you.

You then take another piece, but you didn't put it in your mouth. Instead, you lean back slightly and turn, putting the piece of cheese cake in the air, just near her mouth.

Her eyes flickered down to it, then back to your face. She opens her mouth and eats it, humming with the delicious taste filling her mouth.

She grabs another fork from the basket, wanting to share with you. You let her by putting the plastic container beside the both of you once more, turning back around to rest against her and stare up at the sky.

As the cheese cake was being finished, and the crickets made sound somewhere in the trees, she had thoughts floating in her mind, her eyes wandering over to you every now and then rather than the cake, or the sky.

"Okay, I have one last thing for you today." She spoke up softly, and you look at her, curiosity filling you as you wondered what else she could possibly have in store.

"What is it?" You ask, eager at this point from the sleepiness that might be coming onto you, and how she's been going at you with surprises left and right today. But it is a special day, after all.

"Can't tell you yet. Close your eyes first." She whispered near your ear as if to give off a mysterious tone.

"It better not be a snake like last time." You said as you closed your eyes and raised a brow. She had her mouth open in an act of getting offended even though you couldn't see.

"No! It's your birthday, silly. Of course I'm not gonna scare you." You can hear her smile in her voice, and some movement somewhere near you. She looks at you closely, making sure you had your eyes fully closed.

You then feel one of your arms being tugged up slightly to be put in the air at the same height as your chest, your palm facing upwards. A what felt like a box, with a soft exterior was then placed on your hand.

"Okay, you can open your eyes," she says, and the both of you were filled with anticipation. Hers, of your reaction, and you, of what you're gonna see when you open your eyes. When you did, it was a beautiful black box in your hand with a shiny metal latch.

"You better not have gotten me something far too expensive." Your eyes went off to hers, and she has a smile growing on her face once more.

"Just a reasonable price for something special," was all that she replied with, and you couldn't really say anything much to that, and so, your hand goes off to get the latch and open the lid, revealing a metal necklace that has a heart in the shape of how she draws it, and her initials on the sides of the heart. There are also small charms at the side of your favorite albums of her, not far off from the center of the necklace.

"Taylor. You did not." Your voice was in pure shock, knowing this was definitely custom-made. You had talked before about a necklace that should have certain charms that you would love to see together. But there wasn't one that really existed like that specifically, so you never thought of ever getting it. But she managed to get one specifically for you, and only one exists in the world.

"Yes, I did." She looked down at you, seeing how your hands very gently touched the chain and charms on it, loving that you were awestruck, and also absolutely in love with her.

"Happy birthday, baby." She kisses your cheek softly, hugging you and squeezing slightly from behind. Even a squirrel perhaps that isn't yet sleeping, is looking at the two of you from above a nearby tree, seeing the love you held dear.

"Thank you, Tay." You whisper, your free hand that wasn't holding the box going off to take her hand that was around your stomach in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as she did with your body earlier.

"Help me put it on?" You ask, looking at her. She was looking at you with a soft gaze, like a fawn looking at someone.

"Of course," she replies, taking ahold of the necklace with a gentle grip to not let it fall, and clasping it around your neck, checking it was on properly.

"You look gorgeous," she says, her voice filled with honesty. Her eyes were all focused on you and the necklace on your neck.

"Do you like it?" She asks as if with hope for you to love it, but she already knew the answer to come, she just wanted to hear it coming from your own mouth than her head.

"I love it!!" Taylor adored the pure joy on your face, every second with you making her love you even more somehow, if possible.

The rest of the night was spent with adoration and love, and you sleeping in the car on the ride back home, with her staring at you at some red lights.

It's a whole day of memories to remember, and you aren't ever gonna forget it.

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Wyatt & Uncle Trav's Adventures - Paris II

Just a little something with no angst, no drama, just fluff - don't take too serious 🤍

Wyatt opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is both uncle Trav and Taylor looking at her, smiling from both their ears at her. Uncle Trav is gently tickling her feet under the blanket and it makes her giggle slightly, pulling her feet away even though she feels so so sleepy still. Usually, it’s always Ellie who doesn’t like to get up early but never her. She’s an early bird, her dad likes to say, which usually means that she’s the one getting to wake Bennie and Ellie in the mornings. But this time, there’s no Ellie or Bennie to wake up. This time, there’s only uncle Trav and Taylor, a real life princess.

“Taylor!” the little girl says with sleep in her voice, obviously excited to see her auntie again. She still can’t believe that uncle Trav is going to marry Taylor. A true princess. She knows she’s a real princess because her mom has showed her pictures of Taylor singing on stage with a princess dress. She can’t believe she’s lucky enough to get to call Taylor her auntie soon enough.

Taylor just smiles at the little girl looking at her in awe, gently stroking over her head while kneeing in front of the little bed. It’s been an hour since the timer went off this morning and she and Travis had been able to enjoy some time in bed just the two, cuddling, talking, making up for all the mornings they had to wake up alone in these past two weeks. She wanted to let the girl sleep as long as possible, knowing she must be completely tired and worn out from her travel. After all, this is the first time in her life that she’s waking up in a new time zone, and Taylor and Travis want to make this transition as smooth as possible. 

“Hi Wy! I missed you so so much.” Taylor says and Wyatt slowly sits up, reaching her arms out to hug Taylor. It makes Travis smile from the other end of her little bed, but he just quietly watches the two girls hug, not saying a word. 

“Welcome to Paris, honey.” she says into the hug, her hand landing on the little head, gently swaying back and forth with her for a while. 

“How’d you sleep Wy?” Travis says now, feeling his heart expand in size just from witnessing the woman he loves be so gentle with his niece. She still knees in front of Wyatt’s bed, now slowly ending the hug while holding her little hand to give the girl some space to wake up properly.

“Good.” she says, a big yawn escaping her once more. 

“Oh you must be so tired still, mhm?” Tay says, but the little girl just shakes her head, and it makes the two adults laugh a little. Of course she’s too excited to be in Paris than to admit that she’s lacking sleep.

“How about… we go get ready, have some lunch by the Eiffel Tower and then… we have a surprise for you.” Taylor says with her eyes wide open out of excitement, doing her best to hype the little girl up. The toddler looks back and forth from her uncle to Taylor. Travis just chuckles at Wyatt’s face full of confusion, and Taylor slowly gets up. 

“Take a guess what the surprise is, Wy?” Trav says then, is now sitting down on the side of her children’s bed while Taylor is rumbling through her suitcase. 

“A dinosaur.” she mumbles shyly, but still smiling from ear to ear. Travis laughs once and Tay comes back to the two, both her hands behind her back. 

“Mhm, not quite. But it’s gonna be something we’ll do today. Take a guess what we’ll do here in Paris today, Wy.” Trav gently says to her, but the little toddler just looks back between Taylor and him in confusion. 

“Taylor’s concert.” she says then , and Taylor smiles but shakes her head. 

“That’s tomorrow, girlie. Do you have another idea what we could be doing today?” he says, but Wyatt shruggs her shoulders, more than confused. 

The blonde woman in front of her laughs once more, then takes her hands from behind her back and places a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on her own head. Travis gasps in excitement while looking at Wyatt but she doesn’t seem to get it quite yet. 

“Is that Mickey Mouse, Wy?” he says. 

“We are…. going to…. Disneyland Paris!” Taylor says full of excitement and Wyatt starts smiling slowly. It seems that the little girl needed some time to realize what is happening, but she giggles all excitedly as Taylor takes the Mickey Mouse ears off her own head and instead places them right on top of Wyatt’s head. 

“Disney?” she asks, smiling big. 

“Yeah, we’re going to Disneyland Paris.” Taylor confirms once more and Wyatt smiles some more.

“I’ve never been to Disneyland Paris.” she says and Trav can’t help but laugh at his little niece. Taylor joins him and nods, her hands immediately landing on those two little chubby cheeks. 

“I know honey, and we haven’t been either. That’s why we’re going. Are you excited?”

“Yeah.” she nods, all smiley, reaching for the Mickey Mouse ears in her hair and taking a good look at them. Travis smiles. He knows Wyatt still needs a bit to warm up to both him and Taylor but he can see that she’s excited for this adventure. 

“Is Mickey going to be there?” she asks and Taylor nods. 

“Yeah I think so. And I’m sure we’ll also meet some Disney princesses as well. Who are you most excited for?” Taylor asks her and Wyatt starts moving on her bed. She’s giggling nervously and Taylor knows that the surprise was a success already. 

“Elsa and Ana. But they live in our Disneyland so…” 

“Oh you mean the Disneyland Orlando?” Trav then says and Wyatt nods with a concerned face. 

“But they go visit the other Disneylands too, sometimes. So we might still be lucky and meet them today.” he says and the little girl’s concern seems to have disappeared immediately. 

“Is Taylor also coming to the Disneyland?” Wyatt then asks again, looking from uncle Trav back to Taylor. 

“Of course I’m coming as well. And maybe my dad Scott is also coming. And my mom and Austin. Do you remember Austin?” she asks and Wyatt nods slowly. Taylor looks at Travis and he smiles the same smile back at her. They got the little girl excited and distracted enough to not think about the fact that mom and dad won’t be joining today. A first success for the day. 

“Alright, how about we get your teeth brushed quickly, pick a nice outfit before heading to breakfast?” Taylor asks and Wyatt nods. Trav just looks at Taylor with a question mark on his face, not sure how involved he should be getting now. 

“Do you want me to..”

“No, don’t worry, babe. We got it.” She says, walking into the bathroom together with little Wyatt on her hand. Travis just watches the two disappear in the bathroom, hearing Wyatt’s little voice through the closed bathroom door and it makes him laugh again, before getting up from the little bed and getting ready for the day himself. 

“Do you think we will also meet Olaf, Taylor?” 

~

“Oh my gosh, Wy, look. It’s the Eiffel Tour.” Taylor says, pointing to the floor to ceiling windows at the end of this restaurant on the twenty-eighth floor of the luxury building. Even Andrea gasps for a moment when she sees their round table for lunch, right by the windows with an astonishing view over the city. In her sixty-six years of life, she’s never seen the Eiffel Tower so big, so close and in all its glory. 

“Oh my god, this is….beautiful.” Taylor just looks at Travis in shock, her hand still in Wyatt’s while walking up to the big table together with her family. 

“I know, it’s stunning.” he says, more to himself, not really looking at the Eiffel Tower that much but primarily being focused on the beautiful woman on his side, and her excited face right next to him. He knows he’s completely and utterly whipped, but that won’t stop him from admitting to himself one more time how lucky he is. How lucky he is to call the woman in her summer dress with his niece on her hand his future wife. He still experiences these moments, in which he feels the need to pinch himself. But it’s real. This is as real as it gets. 

As soon as the family approaches the table, Travis helps pull out a chair between him and Taylor for Wyatt to sit in. Austin, Scott and Andrea are all sitting down, and Taylor just helps Wyatt get comfortable on the chair. This restaurant is way too fancy for a child. He noticed the second they walked in with her security that Wyatt is the only child in the room. 

“Do you want to sit between Trav and me?” Taylor asks once more, and Wyatt just nods, struggling to get comfy on the chair between her uncle and auntie. Travis looks at Tay, both sharing the same thought. The little girl is way too small for this chair, almost struggles to see anything over the table cloth. 

“I’ll go ask for a chair.” Trav immediately says, leaving the table and Tay just looks at her parents and back to Wyatt with a smile on her face. 

“Uncle Trav is getting you a better chair, sweetheart.” she mumbles and Wyatt nods, her mermaid Barbie still in her hand from before. She seems way too distracted by the adventures that her Barbie is currently experiencing than to even notice the Eiffel Tower right next to her. 

“How did you find this place?” Austin asks, has already taken out his phone, same as Scott and Andrea, to snap a few pictures of this unbeatable view. 

“Trav was here before, I think. It’s so awesome, isn’t it?” she smiles, suddenly can’t help but suppress a laugh when seeing her fiancé walk back to the table. The huge man is carrying something that looks like a children’s car seat. Not just a few guests look at him in confusion.

“I guess this is the French version of a high chair.” he laughs and so does the rest of the table. 

“Interesting.” Scott just mumbles. Taylor has now helped Wyatt crawl onto her lap while watching Travis try to figure out how to properly attach the children’s seat to the chair. After a minute and with the help of Scott, he seems to have figured it out and takes Wyatt from Tay, helping her sit down on the chair again. 

“Is this so much better?” Andrea smiles at the little girl, and Wyatt just nods smiling, obviously proud to now be able to see everyone around the table. Travis laughs, and Taylor does the same. She opens the menu, just like everyone else, then reaches with her hand for Wyatt’s little back. 

“Wy, what do you want to eat?” she asks her gently, already worried that this restaurant is mostly offering delicacies. Not really the type of food that a four year old likes to eat. 

“Pizza.” she says loudly and Trav looks at Taylor concerned but definitely amused by her enthusiasm.

“Girlie, we’re at a French restaurant. Pizza is Italian. I’ll ask but I’m not sure they’ll have that.” he says gently, and Wyatt looks at him a little sadder than before. He knows Jason told him not to spoil her too much, but this moment right here almost already breaks his heart. 

“Don’t you like eating Grilled Cheese? Last time I saw you, you and Ellie were munching some toasties with grilled cheese, remember?” Taylor now steps in, clearly doing her best to keep the toddler happy. So far, Wyatt hasn’t thrown a single tantrum yet and she would like to keep it that way for as long as possible. The toddler looks at Taylor and nods.

“I’m sure they’ll have a kids menu, honey. These restaurant usually always do.” Andrea now says and Taylor nods. 

Kids menus. Children’s seats. There’s so many things you need to think of. She definitely hasn’t gotten used to this yet. And she can see in Travis’ face that he didn’t either. It takes a good ten minutes for them to order some food, and to Taylor’s surprise, the kitchen actually has a wide variety of children’s food options. 

For a moment, Taylor just feels herself getting lost in her own world, both her eyes on the city of Paris beneath her feet. All it takes sometimes is a moment like this to remember how lucky she is to get to live this life. No matter how hard and chaotic it can get, sometimes it all just feels so right. She turns her head around to face the table again, taking a sip from her water. Wyatt is playing with her Barbie again and her parents are laughing about something Austin just said. She looks around the restaurant, loves to people watch for a while, as she suddenly feels Trav’s eyes on her. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there, both his hands folded on the white table cloth, smiling at her. She can’t help but smile back at him. Sometimes, they really don’t have to say anything. 

“What?” she asks quietly, and he just shakes his head smiling some more. 

“I can’t remember last time you were sitting so far away from me.” he murmurs quietly under his breath, quiet enough to make sure that the only person who could possibly hear him in this moment is the toddler sitting between them, who just hums quietly while being in her own little world. 

Taylor smiles at him, loves to be reminded that this man can be as clingy as she is as times. This is truly the first time she’s dating someone who craves her touch as much as she does. A weird but beautiful feeling to know that the other person in this relationship is feeling exactly the same. She still feels a sense of sadness overcome her when she realizes that she’s never had that before. In all of her thirty-three years of life, this is the first time she gets to feel this way. Safe. Loved. Accepted, just the way she is. 

Taylor doesn’t say anything, just places her hand on the table as well, reaching for his. For a moment they get closer, kissing each other gently, right over Wyatt’s head. God, how much she’s missed this man. How much she missed having this goofy and smiley soul around, who just instantly makes everything better. 

“Eww.” 

Taylor suddenly hears Wyatt say mid-kiss and it immediately makes the whole table chuckle.

“Uhm excuse me missy?” Travis just says jokingly to his niece, who still innocently plays with her Barbie. Andrea and Scott are laughing at the child as well who clearly, by the look on her face, meant every word she just said. 

“It’s yucky.” she says again and Taylor is laughing out loud.

“What? Kissing?” 

Wyatt nods and the table is more than amused. 

“I agree, Wyatt. It’s really yucky. They just do it all the time.” Austin then says in Wyatt’s support, pretending to be just as weirded out by the couple as she is, and Taylor just rolls her eyes at her brother. 

“Why is it yucky when two people who love each other…” Travis doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because Wyatt already interrupts him. 

“Because my mom and dad also do it and it’s just very yucky, uncle Trav.” she says dead serious and her face is not even cracking up a little bit. 

“I get it, girlie. Sorry.” Trav then says and just smiles quietly at his niece. His hand wanders to her small head and he starts asking her what exactly she’s playing with her mermaid Barbie. Wyatt starts telling him that the little Olaf in her other hand is the mermaid’s best friend and her uncle if he wants to be Olaf while she plays the mermaid. Of course, Travis starts to mimick his best Olaf impression and starts playing along with the four year old. 

Taylor really wants to just fall into a conversation with her family, but it’s hard. It’s hard to focus on anything else but Travis playing with the napkin and the Olaf in his hand. Her entire stomach is full of butterflies suddenly, and she can’t help but stare at the man next to her. This is the moment she just knows. This is the exact second she could feel some sort of assurance in her bones that this is exactly where she needs to be, for the rest of her life. This is the man who’s going to give her the kind of family she’s always wanted. This is the kind of energy she wants for her children. 

For a moment, she swallows, taken back by the heavy weight of those feelings. Her eyes suddenly meet her mom’s, by accident. But the sparkle in her eyes and the quiet smile on her face says it all. 

She knows, too. 

She knew it from the beginning. 

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“Are you tired, sweetie?” Taylor whispers into Wyatt’s ear, crouching down right behind the little girl to whisper into her ear. Wyatt is just standing right by one of the fences in front of one of the main attractions of the day, still looking in awe at all the dressed up princesses in their beautiful gowns who are greeting all the kids who want to go for a ride on the flying tea cups. After an hour of waiting in line, Taylor had been able to take lots of picture of Wyatt and Trav together with Ana and Elsa before boarding one of the tea cups. Taylor is sure that she now has a whole selection on her camera with some of the cutest pictures she’s ever taken in her life. But she’s noticed a while ago that Wyatt kept getting quieter and quieter. After all, she must still be jetlagged and also didn’t have her usual afternoon nap. Travis had suspected a few minutes ago that after the past three hours in this amusement park, Wyatt has reached her limits. While standing in the burning sun, he just looks at Taylor gently hugging Wyatt and he loves how patient she is with the little girl. How empathetic she is. 

He could have never imaged taking his little niece for an overnight trip to Europe if it hadn’t been for Taylor and how incredible she really is with little children. 

“No.” Wyatt mumbles. 

“Are you thirsty?” she tries again, but Wyatt shakes her head. 

“Are you.. hungry?” 

Wyatt shakes her head again. Taylor now hugs her a little tighter, getting closer to her ear. 

“Do you want uncle Trav to carry you for a bit?” she whispers now, almost as if this was a secret shared between just the two of them and for the first time since an hour, Wyatt quietly nods. Taylor knew it. She knew the little girl is absolutely exhausted and drained from walking around all day. She smiles gently, presses a little kiss onto the side of her head, then stands up and looks at the man next to her. 

“Wyatt wants uncle Trav to carry her for a bit.” she says gently and quietly, trying to avoid Wyatt throwing another tantrum. Travis immediately passes his small water bottle to Taylor and grabs the small toddler with a smooth hand motion. Within a second, Wyatt has gotten comfortable on his big arm, her head gently resting on his shoulders. She immediately closes her eyes, cuddling closer to her uncle’s neck and hugging him gently. Taylor’s heart feels like exploding again. Travis casually blows a few kisses onto the small chubby cheek and the two keep on walking. She knew that the little girl was in desperate need of a nap. Thank god she’s got a gigantic teddy bear right next to her, who doesn’t mind carrying the sleepy toddler around for a while.

“I think the fireworks start in thirty minutes and I think we should head home after that.” Taylor says, looking at her security behind them. The two men just nod quietly and Travis places his free arm around Taylor’s shoulder. He can feel some eyes and phone cameras on the two, but it’s not as bad as he expected it to be. After all, they just look like a regular couple walking through Disneyland with their toddler. And it’s not hard to admit that this is one of the best feelings he’s ever felt. One of the best days he’s ever had. Spending the day with Taylor and this little girl in the French summer sun. Lots of pictures being taken, lots of laughter, lots of cotton candy and Disney princesses. He’s gotten a taste of what it’s like to be a girl dad, and he didn’t think it could be this incredible. He adores seeing the kindness in Taylor’s every move. He adores the energy she radiates when speaking with Wyatt, when holding her hand, gently rubbing her head or making sure she’s got enough sunscreen on. There’s something so natural in the way she handles the little girl and it’s something he now wants more than ever before. 

This. 

He wants exactly this, with her, for the rest of his life. 

With Wyatt asleep on his shoulder, he looks down to the blonde woman next to him. Beneath her sunglasses he can see clearly that she’s suppressing a yawn, just looking around the amusement park in silence. She’s worn out too, that’s for sure.

“You tired?” he asks, and she looks up at him and nods. She giggles a little bit and hugs his arm while walking down the alley towards the magic kingdom. 

“I’m exhausted from just… keeping a child alive and happy all day.” she laughs and he nods. He never thought it would be so exhausting but fun at the same time. 

“Me, too. Jetlag is not helping.” he mumbles and she nods immediately. She can only imagine how tired the man next to her must be. She intertwines their hands, looks up at him again. A smile on her face. He looks so handsome with a little child asleep on his shoulder. More than he could ever know. 

“I think we’ll just do room service tonight, what do you think?” 

“Oh, absolutely. I think she’s also done for the day.” he mumbles, looking down at his niece again. She really is fast asleep now, and he hopes they get to wake her up before the fireworks start. 

“I can’t believe she hasn’t gotten homesick yet. She’s such a brave little girl.” Taylor says. 

“She’s got the best aunt in the world. That’s why.” 

Taylor looks up to Trav and smiles. She gently leans in, stealing him a small kiss.

~ 

“Home sweet home.” Taylor just mumbles, completely worn out, just as much as Travis and the little toddler on his hand. Wyatt’s left arm is trying to hold onto the gigantic stuffed Olaf Travis has gotten her in the gift shop, as well as the shopping bag full of pencils and books and other Disney toys her uncle couldn’t say no to. Travis’ other hand is holding onto the huge Frozen balloon they had to get before leaving Disneyland. She can’t help but smile for a moment. He really did spoil his niece today, and she knows he enjoyed every second of it. 

“Thank god.” Travis mumbles, just as exhausted as she is. Taylor smiles at her security in front of the hotel suite once, then closes the door. She lets out a big yawn, fumbles to take off her sneakers without her hands and makes her way back to the two. 

“Are you thirsty?” she asks Wyatt, who nods. The little girl’s hair is in all directions and the little braid she’s put her hair into this morning is half down. She’s as exhausted as the two adults are. Travis helps Wyatt take off her shoes and Taylor comes back to the little girl with a glass of water. She sits down next to Wyatt on the sofa, helping her take a few sips from the water glass. She won’t let go of her Olaf ever again. That’s for sure. 

“How about we order some dinner, take a quick bath and watch a movie in bed? How does that sound?” she asks the little girl, who just gulps down the water. Taylor’s gently got her arm around her and Wyatt nods. 

“Okay.” she says, still completely focused on Olaf. Travis lets out another yawn and Taylor laughs. After her nap, Wyatt seems to be more alive than both the adults in this hotel suite. 

“I’m starving.” Travis mumbles, now taking off his own shoes. Taylor is already looking through the food menu by the little table right next to the sofa. 

“Wy, do you like fries and chicken nuggets?” she asks and the little girl nods. It seems she doesn’t really need anything else to be happy, already unpacking all of the other toys she just got from her uncle. 

“Mayo or Ketchup?” 

“No Mayo.” Trav mumbles from the end of the suite. Taylor looks at him with a smirk, rolling her eyes. 

“Hey, I didn’t ask uncle Trav. Wyatt, do you want your fries with Mayo and Ketchup?” 

“Yeah.” she mumbles unimpressed and Tay gets up to walk up to her fiancé. He’s just standing next to his side of the bed, charging his phone. Taylor sits down next to where he stands, still looking at the food menu. 

“How about sushi? They have a big platter with sashimi and..” 

“Yeah sounds great.” he says, drops his phone on the night stand and falls onto the bed right next to her. He lays down on his back, closing his eyes for a moment. She hasn’t seen him this worn out in a long time, and it does amuse her in a way that the only person able to tire the three-time-superbowl champion like this is a four year old girl and Disneyland. 

An hour later, the room is filled with empty plates, full stomachs and tired faces. The three have now changed into their pajamas and the sun is slowly going down in the city. Taylor has no idea how Wyatt is still awake, but she sits right there, fully awake in between Travis and her on the big bed, watching Tangled with Olaf on her lap. Travis is doing his best to stay awake, Taylor has noticed. He always gets more affectionate when he’s tired, and she can feel him doing his best to not fall asleep since minutes already. He’s now sitting up in bed once more, his hand wandering over Wyatt’s head to land on Taylor’s cheek. He strokes her skin gently a few times, and Taylor turns to him smiling, then looking back to Wyatt. She can see her little eye lids are also shutting close every few minutes. Maybe, it’s time to call it a day. 

Her hand is slowly wandering to Wyatt and Taylor caresses her arm a few times.

“Sweetie, should we tuck you into bed and tell you a good night story?” 

Wyatt doesn’t react, and Taylor looks at Travis, just hoping this won’t be the beginning of another break down. Wyatt then sits up, and to her surprise she shakes her head. 

“I want to stay here with you and uncle Trav.” she whispers. Taylor immediately nods, and so does Travis. 

“Of course, baby girl.” he says, his arm around her. Taylor can already see Wyatt’s face changing a little. She’s not just tired, but also starting to get emotional. Time to get this child to sleep. 

“When is my mommy coming?” she asks, her chin trembling. Travis immediately sits up and so does Taylor. 

“Just two more sleeps and mommy and daddy will be here. Are you looking forward to see mommy?” Taylor asks gently and Wyatt nods. She knew the little girl would eventually get homesick. But it breaks her heart more than she thought it would. 

“Yeah, I miss mommy.” she says, looking down and Taylor can already see a tear running down her cheek and landing on little Olaf. Taylor’s heart immediately breaks, but Travis is faster than she is. He just pulls Wyatt onto his lap, hugging her as close as possible. Her little head lands on his chest and he shields her with his big hand gently. Taylor can hear the little cries and her heart breaks some more. 

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. Mommy will be here so soon. So so soon. I promise you that.” he kisses the small head a few times. Slowly, her cries get less and less but Taylor has another idea. 

“Should we call mommy? Let’s say hi to mommy, Wy.” Taylor says and Wyatt suddenly looks up to Taylor. Travis smiles, his fingers already wiping the little tears from the small cheek. 

“That’s a great idea, let’s talk to mommy.” he says supporting Taylor, just steals the little head another kiss. It takes less than two minutes and Taylor has FaceTimed Kylie. She immediately passes the phone to Wyatt and it really does the trick. Within a few seconds, her tears are forgotten and Wyatt excitedly tells her mom about all the Disney princesses she’s met and starts walking around the room to show her all the other toys she got from uncle Trav. Taylor smiles at Travis, uses this moment to cuddle closer to him in bed for a moment. After all, that spot in his arms was taken by Wyatt all day. He just gently kisses the top of her head, whispers a few I love yous into her hair before letting go again. Taylor looks up at him and smiles back. 

“I think there will be a child in our bed tonight.” she mumbles. He nods, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I think so too.” he says and she can’t help but steal him a little kiss. His eyes are small but still full of love for her. She knows exactly what he’s thinking in this moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking the same. 

Time to get used to this. 

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omg okay I have a hurt/comfort request (I loooove all your writing btw 💕💕)

So reader goes with Tai and Van on the expedition south, and ends up with a leg scratch, however they hide it whilst helping Van back, because it’s ‘less important’.

When half the group arrives back to tell the others that Van is injured they go out instantly, Nat sorta notices the readers slow pace but didn’t think much of it.

Once they’re all back at the cabin and watching Van get patched up, the reader sits down, deathly pale from blood loss, Nat realises something is really wrong and she’s worried sick 😣

She gets you to admit to you leg wound and rolls up your jeans to see how bad it is and her face visibly drops. Reader prepares themselves for harshness but Nat is so sweet and gentle and worried, she can’t even comprehend scolding.

Nat bandages the wound and comforts the readers pain so sweetly, (being like “I know, I know it hurts, I’m nearly done”) and gets her to bed etc, reader falls asleep with her head in Nats lap

It's Gonna Be Okay, Baby

Summary: Your explorative trip ended worse than imagined, and your girlfriend helps patch you up.

Warnings: canon typical depictions of violence, injury, and mentions of death (nobody dies dw), mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of passing out

Thank you anon, for the compliment! It means a lot :)

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You stood in the cabin, alone with Natalie as the rest of the girls stood outside, waiting to send everyone off.

"Y/n, please. Stay here. I want you here." Natalie was practically begging you, but you'd already made up your mind. You were going. Going wit Tai and Van and the others. You had to.

"I'm going with them. Taissa's finally doing something, and I'm not leaving her. I know that you can't go, that you have to find food for the others. But this is my way of helping. You can see that, right?" You take her hands in yours, squeezing them gently.

"They'll be fine without you, please. I'm sure they'll be alright. I just-" She inhales, composing herself. "I just want to make sure that you'll be safe."

"I will. But I'm going to be safe out there, finding help. I have to do this."

For a moment, it looks like she's going to keep arguing, that defiant look still in her eyes. But she softens after a moment, nodding. She knows that this is important to you, that you want to do what you can for the good of everyone. That didn't make the fact that you were leaving her hurt any less.

You almost say it for the first time. I love you. The words are on the tip of your tongue. They have been ever since you crashed, ever since you kissed that first time in the middle of the night, both of you unable to sleep. The two of you'd been dancing around romance for months, and it took a goddammed plane crash to get you to admit your feelings.

Instead, you opted for silence and a hug tighter than any you'd given her before. You hoped that it conveyed everything you were thinking.

I love you. I need you. I promise everything will be alright. I'll be back.

She hugged back, hands grasping at the back of your t-shirt. When you pulled away from the hug, she looked at you for a moment, seemingly drinking you in. Like she wanted to commit every part of you to memory.

The two of you walked outside, Natalie trailing behind you. Tai and the others who decided to come with her were already in the midst of saying goodbyes. Van comes up to hug Natalie, and you move to find Shauna and Lottie.

Lottie finds you first, pulling you in for a tight hug.

"Stay safe, okay? I don't have the best feeling about you leaving." She sounds genuinely terrified, and you squeeze your arms around her reassuringly.

"We'll be fine, Lot. Nothing's going to happen to us." You release her from the hug, and spot Shauna a few feet away.

She gives a small smile as you approach, and you return the look. Unlike Lottie, she doesn't say anything, just gives you a quick hug. Shauna's never been overly sappy or sentimental, but you know she loves you.

Once everyone had said their goodbyes, you turned to start your trek south. Before you can fully leave the clearing, Nat grabs your wrist to pull you into another hug. It doesn't say as much as the one you shared inside the cabin, since everyone was around. But you felt the love in it nonetheless.

When she pulled away, you give her another quick smile and turn to follow the rest of the group. You don't want to be too far behind.

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In front of you, Tai and Van chattered on about horror movies and the bone necklace Lottie gave to Van. You couldn't help but feel jealous that your own girlfriend wasn't there. Not that there was any solid confirmation from either of them that they were together, but you knew. They were always sneaking off together, always glued to the hip, always coming back from foraging with puffy lips and messed up hair. It was endearing, in a way.

Part of you wanted to be upset that Taissa hadn't at least told you about the relationship, but it wasn't like you had revealed to her your own sexuality, let alone your relationship with Nat. So you let it slide. Everyone was entitled to their own secrets.

With Taissa occupied by Van, and Mari and Akilah being attached at the hip, that left you with Misty to talk to or to be alone with your thoughts. You chose the latter. Not that you disliked Misty, but she could be a lot to deal with sometimes. You were already preoccupied enough, you didn't need to end up snapping at Misty and have everyone pissy at you.

So, you walked alone with your thoughts. Thoughts about what might happen on this trip, thoughts about what Lottie was saying earlier about having a "bad feeling". But mostly, you thought about Nat and what she might be doing right now. Hunting, probably. She didn't do much else. She could be talking to Shauna, or more likely Lottie, or even Coach. It was a little upsetting knowing that she wasn't here with you, but you also knew she had a responsibility to the rest of the team. She was their hunter, even if there wasn't much to hunt anymore.

All of a sudden, you felt your foot catch on something and you lurch forward, stumbling right into Van. Luckily, she catches you, and she's laughing.

"God, fuck, I'm an idiot. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry, Van." By now, you're smiling, too, and you can hear giggles from behind you.

"You didn't twist your ankle, did you? It'd kind of suck if someone had to be your crutch until we found civilization," she joked, clearly not upset at all.

you right yourself and do a quick assessment, noting that everything felt and looked fine. "I think I'm good. I'll pay more attention, promise."

With that, you all continued on for a couple more hours before the sun began to set. Mari and Misty started a fire, and everyone else just sat around the firepit, getting warm and comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can get in the middle of the woods.

After a few beats of silence, Van starts to tell everyone the plot of some rom-com that she had watched. It was entertaining to hear about, especially since you hadn't seen a movie in months, and the one she wad describing was one you hadn't watched. She rattled on for was probably twenty to thirty minutes. Not that you had much sense of time out here, especially at night.

Then, you heard it. Wolves. Everyone froze for a moment, remembering Coach Ben's words from months ago.

"Wolves are scared of humans. Plus, they sound pretty far away. No one has to worry," Tai assured everyone, her words sounding so firm nothing could convince you that they weren't true.

"You know who does have to worry? Our girl Sandy." Van quickly goes back to her retelling of the movie, and you relax a bit. By the time she finishes explaining the plot, everyone seems ready to go to sleep. You volunteer to take first watch, knowing it would be easier for you to stay awake rather than have to wake up later.

As everyone else fell asleep, you sat with your thoughts. It started to hit you that this might not have been your best idea, but it was too late to back out now. You missed Natalie, you missed the warmth of all the other girls in the cabin, you missed feeling at least a little bit safe. You honestly wished you were still trekking through the woods, because at least then everyone would be awake.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing nerves. Everything was fine. You were doing this to find help, and you weren't going to go back empty-handed. They needed you. Natalie needed you.

So you watched, and you waited, and you stayed awake until it physically felt impossible for you not to fall asleep. When you knew you couldn't keep your eyes open much longer, you gently shook Taissa awake.

"Tai... Taissa, wake up. It's your turn." She barely moved, and you were surprised. It wasn't that Tai was normally a light sleeper, but if someone intended to wake her up, it was never this difficult. You knew that, often sharing a room with her, both for away games and sleepovers.

"Taissa. Tai." With that, she finally woke up, still a bit groggy.

"Sorry, Tai, really. But I can't stay awake any longer."

She just stares at you for a moment before slowly sitting up, nodding as she does. It almost feels as if you're back home, waking her up for breakfast at one of your many sleepovers. Almost.

You shoot her a grateful smile and curl up on the ground, begging for sleep to take you. It does, quickly, and you're relieved for that.

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The next morning, everyone wakes up only a bit worse for wear. Dirt on the arms, hair messy, mouths tasting like shit. Not much you can do now, but it's still a slight annoyance.

It doesn't take much to get everyone moving, the promise of finding help nudging you along. The morning goes by largely uneventfully, a little less chatter and a little slower than yesterday, but you move.

That is, until you find the dark red stream. The water honestly just looks brown to you, but Van's paranoia about Lottie's dream isn't helpful for morale, but neither is Taissa's outburst. Sometimes you wonder how the two of them could possibly fit together the way that they do, but somehow it works.

The afternoon brings a little more tension, now tired and already grumpy. No one is talking, save for Misty, and it's honestly driving you a bit insane. But you suck it up and smile, trying to bring everyone's mood up, at least a bit.

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You take first watch again tonight, to avoid a fight between Tai and Van on who should get to sleep first. It largely goes the same as the night before, trying to stay awake as long as you can to help the girls to sleep for longer, waking Tai up before falling dead asleep.

It's only about an hour later when it happens. First, of course, you hear Van's screams. It takes a moment to process what's going on, and when you do, you immediately jump into action with the others. Fighting off the wolves. You don't know how long you're like that before Taissa appears, finally scaring them away, but by then it's too late.

Van's dead.

Building the pyre, you almost feel numb. Nothing is going on inside your head, except for mild grief at the loss of a friend. So, it's no surprise that you don't notice the large gash on your upper thigh. The adrenaline coursing through you blocks away the pain.

When you do notice, it's an easy decision to cover it up. You'd be fine, it wasn't that bad. Honestly, it barely hurt. That's what you told yourself, anyways.

So, you change your pants before Van's makeshift funeral.

"Really?" Van chokes awake, sputtering on her own blood. "Fire?"

In an Instant, Taissa is hysterical, and everyone is moving Van off of the lit pyre. Part of you is relieved, the other terrified.

Misty helps Taissa to wrap Van's face as best as possible, and you again forget about the pain in your leg. When you start moving back to the cabin, you can barely feel it, you're so focused on getting Van back alive.

"Just leave me here to die." It hits you like a punch to the gut, and you can't imagine how it feels for Tai.

"No. We're getting you back there." Taissa is firm, and you're grateful for her. When she tells the four of you to go on, you do it.

In hindsight, you aren't even sure how you managed to make it back. Your jeans were soaked with blood, a combination of both yours and Van's.

You practically collapse into Natalie when you see her, only managing to get out "Van," before trying to drag her into the woods. Luckily, Misty and Akilah seem to be more eloquent, explaining to the rest of the Yellowjackets what happened.

It doesn't take long for everyone to get moving, wasting no time in trying to find Taissa and Van.

"Van!"

"Tai!"

"Taissa!"

You join in on the yelling, trying to keep up with everyone else. your leg is beginning to really hurt now, but you force yourself to keep pushing. Van needs you.

"Is she okay? She's limping," Natalie asks Akilah, voice low, as if she doesn't want you to hear.

"She tripped the other day, it might just be because of that. I'm sure she's fine." Suddenly, you're grateful for your fall. You didn't need someone freaking out over you instead of Van.

It isn't long after that you find them, curled up together on the forest floor. Taissa looks determined, more determined than she ever has before. And Van looks horrible. But with the help of Shauna and Natalie, she stands enough to drag her back to the cabin.

The stitches are the worst part. Everyone holding her down, the screams. You want to cover your ears and cry, but you don't. You hold Van down as she gets her stitches, and when she's done, you all but collapse on the floor.

Natalie comes to sit next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Hey. Are you okay? I noticed that you were limping earlier. And you've got blood all over you." She looks concerned, but you brush her off.

"It's Van's. And I tripped the other day." Neither thing was a lie, but it definitely wasn't the truth either.

"Y/n, seriously. You're pale as shit, you're limping. Just let me check your leg, okay?" She looks at you, and you immediately cave. It's easier to just pull off your pants, and by this point everyone has seen your underwear anyway.

She looks genuinely terrified, and you brace yourself for harshness, for "I told you so" or "Why wouldn't you say anything?" or "How could you be so stupid?"

Instead, Natalie softens, looking more worried than you'd ever seen her, save for the plane crash. She inspects the gash, noting the length and depth of it. You don't want to look, knowing how ugly it had looked before, sure it was worse now.

"Shit, fuck, okay. Relax, I'm going to get Misty or Akilah, and they can sew it up for you. It's gonna be okay, baby." She squeezes your hand softly before finding Akilah and the same needle and thread used on Van. She also brings water, and a stick for you to bite down on.

You take the water gratefully, sipping it slowly. The blood loss is making you dizzy and nauseous. While passing out could be a blessing when getting stitches, vomiting wouldn't be.

Nat sits beside you again, holding your hand as Akilah starts the stitches. You cry out, gripping Natalie's hand tightly.

"Shh, it's okay, it's going to be fine, you've got this." She keeps whispering soft, reassuring words to you, and you've never been more grateful for her in your life.

The stitches make you feel ten times worse, and it takes all your strength not to lose consciousness. You focus on Natalie next to you, trying to match her slow, steady breathing. It helps a little, and so does the fact that she's still telling you how strong you are, how amazing you're doing.

Finally, Akilah finishes, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"You should wrap it up with a clean bandage," Akilah says to Natalie, and you know she means with a strip of cloth. Nat nods, grabbing one of her own t-shirts and ripping a strip from it.

"I'm gonna have to touch it, I'm sorry." She genuinely looks so sad, but you're grateful for the help.

"No, it's okay." When she hears you, she just nods again before wrapping the cloth around the wound. You wince, but the sting is mild compared to all that you'd been through in the past 24 hours.

Nat sits next to you again, and you're so exhausted that you don't care who sees you. You lie your head in Natalie's lap, and she immediately starts running her hand over your hair. It's nice, soft and intimate, something not readily available in the Wilderness. You drink all of it in, the way her thighs feel under your head, the way her hand feels on your hair.

"I love you." The words are firm, like they're the realest thing in this place. You feel Natalie's breath hitch for a second, but you don't have time to worry about what it could mean.

"I love you too." She leans down to press a kiss to your temple, and you swear this is heaven.

It doesn't take long after that to fall asleep, feeling safer than you have in months.