#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

[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: in which Taylor changes the lyrics to her song on tour and everyone freaks out.

Warnings: !I am NOT a gaylor and I am not assuming anyone’s sexuality! 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".

[mylossmallmustache]

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!💗

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Burn Out

I would. Absolutely do the cast but. Consider. The casts parents instead.

Also as you can probably guess, I'm feeling burnt out so my writing may not be as good as it usually is but fuck it we ball. Yes I will be using headcanon names for the Cast Parents because. um. I can.

Family Headcanons here if you want to read.

Also there's no Diasomnia except for Sebek. Sorry. Don't attack me please I beg OTL NO SPOILERS PLEASE OTL ----------------------------------------

Dr. Carlotta Rosehearts is not the type of woman to be easily impressed. Burn out is something only the weak experience, though if you weren't raised by her, she can hardly blame YOU for your poor constitution. While she's not all that sympathetic, she can find a small, easy task for you to complete to feel like you've been productive, useful, and otherwise intelligent.

Dr. Lawson Hatter, Riddle's estranged (engineer) father couldn't be any MORE experienced with burn out. He's awkward, he's odd, but his antics are sure to put a smile on your face. He can spot someone trying to work through burn out easily - not in his house baby, he's spinning that chair around and away from the desk, you're coming to get snuggled up and watch a movie with him and his kid(s). He'll make you tea (or coffee if you want it), a bunch of snacks, and promises to help you with your work later. Right now is time to let that all go and let your brain be mush for a bit. It's okay.

Amelia and Tarrant Clover - they're a little burnt out constantly themselves, but there's always room at the table for one more. Their home is only a good option if you like little kids though, because they WILL treat you like you're their big sibling almost immediately. They don't mean to come off as a little uncanny, but they genuinely do love having guests so much. Be prepared for So. Much. Food. If you can't really handle the hubbub of the family, that's okay too. Amelia will invite you to join her for her evening prep. She has a way of making you let all those feelings come out when it's just the two of you, and by the time you're done crying, she's got fresh banana bread and hot chocolate in front of you, with a pat on the back. She'll hug you if you want it too.

The Diamond couple have way too much tension between them to be of much help to you. Cater's older, but not eldest, sister, Catrina, is rather reserved and quiet when she's allowed to be. She'd be the one to take you into her room, do your hair, maybe some aromatherapy and tai chi. She's learned a lot of ways to relax over the years, she's just happy to share it with someone who is too exhausted to be fake with her. willing to let her help.

Dylla Spade hi, hello, did you want to make a top three guardians list? Dylla is there, promise. There is no overworking in her house. She can appreciate the dedication, but 1. you are actively harming yourself, 2. you should never work that hard in a workplace, why are you doing it for free /hj. She'll try to interrupt once or twice with the bribe of a small snack, or with going out somewhere, but if you're stubborn she's got to pull out the big guns. Big guns being she puts a photo of baby Deuce on the desk next to you and tells you if you want to know the story you're going to stop, go take a shower to give your brain a transition period out of work and go meet her in the kitchen. She's not the best cook but by god you know everything she gave you she gave with love.

Jack Trappola-Hearts is not Ace's dad, (ew, says Ace in the back of my mind), but his big brother. He's got a humble, somewhat dated one-bedroom apartment. He'll sleep on the couch though, so you can have the bed. (If Ace is there, Jack will sleep on the floor). He likes keeping you entertained and smiling, so he'll take you around town to (free) but fun areas. He doesn't expect you to verbally respond if you don't want to, and if you need to, he'll happily create a way for you to communicate when you're ready to go home. He'll keep you distracted from your responsibilities and burdens until he knows you can tackle them full force again.

Falena Kingscholar has a BIG and BRIGHT personality. He means the best, but he can sometimes be a little insensitive to your efforts, (as he was to his brother). He's also very busy and repressing his own burn out and Other Emotions, but don't fret. Kifaji will look after you. He's careful to not hover, but he always pops in with exactly what you need. He can't be as attentive as he would like, but he does know where the younger prince used to sneak off for naps. He may or may not drop a hint or two as to where those places are, and he may or may not have made sure to set the area up with soft lighting, music, blankets and curtains to give you some elevated sense of privacy without being overwhelmed by your surroundings (hopefully).

Vovó Bucchi (yes I borrowed a headcanon name provided by @kamiraaah (sorry for the tag, if you want it removed lmk!! ^^) can't help but make fun of you a tiny bit, but it's all just to remind you that hard work is meant to be rewarded. Hard work is meant to be balanced out with something else. While you're clearly bright, you're apparently not bright enough to realize when you need a break on your own /lh. She'll ask you to tell her about the things you HAVE accomplished over the past month while cooking food for the family, (and yes, having you be her taste tester all through out it), and wait til you're done to ask what you've done to motivate yourself to keep going. If you've got nothing, she's going to tell you to come home with Ruggie at the end of every other week. Yes, home. You're hers now. Good luck escaping custody.

Citlali and Ande Howl couldn't be more opposite in how they try to help you through burn out. Citlali is just a 4'2 ball of energy and affection, you best believe she's got hugs for days, homemade quilts to pile on you, a hot chocolate she meant to give you about 40 minutes ago but forgot while she was rambling, (she'll heat it back up), a child to hand you - wait, no that's going to her husband, that's not your responsibility. She'll talk your EARS off, but you come to love it. Ande is much more stoic, a little intimidating to some, and very awkward. Mans does not know how to come off as friendly. He offers a hug if you need it. Best hug of your life. He will also show you where you can go to brood get a breath of fresh air and relax.

Clara and Ginerva "Nonna" Ashengrotto (you MAY NOT call Nonna anything but Nonna. Only Nonna's friends can call her Ginny, and 'Ms. Ashengrotto' is her daughter.) Clara and her mom are both all too familiar with the dangers of burn out. You get burnt out, you make bad decisions, bad decisions lead to trouble down the road and honey you do not need to make your life any more complicated than it already is. Sit down, stuff your face, listen to jazz, be happy. Basic rules. Your plate will not be allowed to be empty, be prepared to probably eat so much you pass out, which will be the one and only bad decision you make that day, but it's better than Nonna asking why you ain't eatin' her cooking. If you do get too full, don't worry, they'll tease but they'll pack up what's left and the other 27 meals they prepared for you to take home. (Nonna is partially deaf so you will have to raise your voice a bit so she can hear you clearly).

guysguysguysguysguysguysguysguys it's my favourite next do you know who's my favourite I know who's my favourite I literally wrote this just so I could write for her do you know who's my favourite fuck YEAH YOU DO

Valeria Leech (and her husband I guess but I'm pretending Constantine Leech is not there because I want to focus on the queen that is Mama Fucking Leech)(He would be kind of detached anyways he doesn't know you and he doesn't owe you nothin', his wife just said he wasn't allowed to eat you). ANYWAYS. Mama Leech has a lot of energy, Floyd had to get it from somewhere and it is absolutely from his mama. While she can be a little all over the place, clearly her boys appreciate you if they went through the effort to bring you to her, and that means um. You're her kid now too. She will treat you like she treats her sons. This means an overwhelming amount of physical touch (she will tone down if asked or if her husband reminds her that not everyone is comfortable with that), a lot of food being offered to you, you get the (second) best bed in the house, she has already bought you new clothes- ordering on land clothes, but also things tourists to the Coral Sea would wear. Because how can you expect to overcome burn out when you're stuck in a rut and nothing has changed. You need a good sleep schedule, a good meal, and a way to feel fabulous about yourself. And probably a hug and a good cry session. And maybe a hobby to let out all that steam, do you want to learn to fight hand to hand or do you want to collect tiny glass figurines, she'll buy the same subscription as she has if you want she LOVES little glass figurines they're cute and delicate just like elvers are. She will cry when you have to go back to land, promise her you'll call her if you need her for anything. Whether it's a hug or hiding a body. She's got your back. Also in the top 3 mama's tbh but I'm very very very biased but I also still think I'm right.

Akram al Asim is a little lost on what to do, but Kalim cares about you, so so does he. He doesn't really know what to do on an emotional basis, so he gives you money and tells you that if staying in the palace is too much, you're welcome to go stay in one of their private mansions instead. And if you need more money to just ask. So staying at "home" and having someone cook and clean for you while you get to do nothing is a 10/10 way to help burn out. He does not know how to help people that are stubborn or reject his gift unfortunately, he just kinda stands there like a deer in the headlights, then just welcomes you to stay in his home as long as you like. (This is a bad idea, you're a friend of Kalim's and given the family dynamics we know about you may very well be used as leverage, um. yeah. That's not very cash money.)

Nasir and Amani Viper can offer their home and to share dinner with you, but they are kept busy all day. They can recognize burn out - they've seen it in their son, and experienced it themselves, but they've never gotten a break to work through it. They'll tell you to rest, to eat, to make yourself at home, but it's a little awkward to relax when everyone around you is working.

Eric Venue oh dear. oh dear, oh dear oh dear. Burn out is a killer of creativity darling, and we simply cannot have that. Again, not someone who can help all that much directly, he'll toss a little money at you and get you into a luxurious spa to get you to relax again, to rejuvenate your skin and your mind. Also concerned for your mental health and MAY have paid off a therapist to become your friend so you'll never know you're receiving therapy throughout the entire thing, you'll cry, you'll let that out, and you'll never see that friend again. But you don't know that yet and for now you feel better!

The Hunts fall into the bottom category of parents. Ibis Hunt, Rook's next eldest sister (bc I think the Hunt's named their kids after birds), will try her best. She practically raised Rook, so she knows what a good night out by the campfire can do, campfire dinner, marshmallows, a couple goofy songs on the guitar, and a horror story if you think you can handle it. She'll keep your mind off of things.

Meemaw (Marja) Felmier can and will bop you over the head with her cane if she sees you trying to work when you clearly can't anymore. "You're so worn slap out y'ain't got 'nother ounc'a thinkin' in there. Y'got a hankerin' for somethin'? I'll fix it up right quick. Come on now, carryin' on on an empty stomach ain't gonna fix y'problems." She purposely has you sit on the comfiest chair on the house, layers you up in blankets, gives you a stuffy and warm apple cider because she KNOWS you're gonna pass right out. And when you wake up, there will be Marja's famous apple crumble with homemade vanilla ice cream waiting for you, trust.

Dr. Isla and Rodian Shroud are HUGE advocates for self care, but know sometimes it takes another person to pull you away from what's frustrating you. Isla will GLADLY take you on in a gaming competition - and she might even take it easy on you. And you'll hear her full Aussie accent come out any time you over take her in the equivalent of Mario Kart. Rodian is much more likely to be subtle in the way he helps, asking you to come assist on a project. Idle prattle turns into a deeper conversation that lets you open up to him, and the simple tasks he gives you to make you feel like you're being useful help a lot too. If you do end up crying, he'll offer a hug, and then a place to sleep off the rest of the emotions. You'll wake up to a 3D printed figurine of your favourite animal, cookies, and a thermos that kept the milk cold. The last of the Mom top 3 imo. (Mom's do not include grandma's btw thus the exclusion of Vovo and Marja /lh)

Baul Zigvolt okay listen. Modern day? I can't help imagine him with a big beer belly and a laugh to match. He's lost all the intensity he had in chapter 7 (thus far, no spoilers please lol). If you're feeling burnt out, he's giving you food the way he would have given it to baby Sebek - he's still adjusting to humans, so forgive him for cutting everything up so small, but hey, hopefully you won't choke? And some water. He's got a lovely voice, so with your permission, he'll read to you or tell you stories from when he and Lilia were younger - or if you really want it, he'll sing you to sleep...that's his goal anyways. He will not let you sleep in though LMAO, you went to bed early, get ready to be up at the crack of dawn lol.

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[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

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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!"

[dawnoftime22]

coming back home.

| T.S

Warnings: anticipatory/repetitive worrying, anxiety, mention of R not eating because of anxiety (but have eaten a meal a few hours before), R nibbling on lip and getting gently scolded by tay, heart stopping (soft and too cute) messages, and more focused on R until the end

Summary: Taylor had been away on tour, and today was the day she was coming back, but upon your waiting of her plane, you get worried.

Word Count: 3.7k

Category: fluff! hurt/comfort (if you squint)

A/N: we're gonna have to pretend Taylor doesn't have a private jet in this one, or that its a time before she ever had one...

| Started on 01/07/2024, 9:46 PM |

| Finished on 04/10/2024, 11:06 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"The worries, coming like a storm, but may they pass, in time."

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The car hummed as you unbuckled your seatbelt, checking that you had everything you needed before you went to get out to the parking lot. For the very moment, it was only you, and your phone keeping you company.

But today was the day. The day where Taylor was coming back home from her tour, after days of facetiming and watching her through videos and screens, you were finally going to see her again, to hold her and give her affection. The are you had driven to was the airport, your feet currently stepping upon the open parking lot of the airport ground.

The birds were chirping, and crows were flying back to their homes within a flock, the same as the people that was walking around, either with their friend or with their family.

You grab your phone from your pocket, opening up your direct messages to see if Taylor's texted you anything. There were no new messages, but you couldn't help but linger on the ones she had sent while you were at the house earlier, your heart swelling at the sight.

<- Back Tay<3 Facetime

Hey! I'm on the bridge, on the way to the plane. Gonna be in soon.

Hope you're taking care of yourself<3

Meet you when I arrive?

Hey love :] I'll be there to pick you up.

What time will the plane be down?

I think...in maybe about three hours or so...

Are the cats doing okay??

Why are you so far away from me? I miss you

too much to wait that long :(

Are the cats doing okay??

╭┈┈┈┈╯

Yes, they are, don't worry<3

Aw, I miss you too, sweetheart...

I'm gonna give you all the hugs and kisses and cuddles to make up for our time okay?

I LOOOOOVEEEE you!!! mwah!! ❤️❤️

Read at 4:56 PM

With a soft smile on your face, you enter the airport, looking up from your phone to see the crowds of people, filling the space. You took a deep breath, and slipped your phone back in your pocket.

You should have been used to it by now, you thought, but the amount of people that could surround you at any given moment was still a little frightening.

Of course, you weren't a celebrity who's used to being in public in such a way. You were only the lover of someone who's basically the figure of the music industry, but there was still the smallest risk for someone to recognize you, leading up to the mustering of a crowd. But you gave yourself all the encouragement you could, just for Taylor.

As you walk through, you kept yourself in small cover, wearing a cap tilted forward just slightly. Every person passing by or standing near was further making your anxiety levels heighten, but it wasn't all that bad once you remembered to put on your earphones. The music calmed down your heart, and distracted you from everything else, just a little.

The sound of the announcer echoes through the area, coming from the speakers propped up high in the airport. Your eyes traveled through the space, taking in how large it was.

There were some trinket shops, for the tourists that were visiting the very place you live in, while the other spots are for snacks and meals, but those didn't really gravitate your body towards them.

Once you catch sight of a bakery though, you didn't hesitate a single step to turn over to it, changing your path and taking the chance to grab a sweet treat for both you and Taylor.

As you opened the door and the bell lightly rang, you noticed that it wasn't packed at all. In fact, it was empty...a stark contrast to the amount of human bodies you were once surrounded by, just earlier.

The bakery was cozy, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted all throughout the air of the space. You nearly had to pause when it filled your senses, the dim lighting luring you off to the glass casing too.

Inside, there were various snacks and small little meals perfect for traveling, although you were only in waiting for someone. Under a kind orange lighting, there were eggtarts, cookies, donuts, bagels, some pastries, and pies. Your stomach might've even protested, just a little at the sight, and you were grateful the owner was busy with his back to you, his hands putting a new batch of cookies in the oven.

It didn't take long for you to decide on what to get, knowing Taylor's favorites like they were yours. After a few seconds of just staring at the baked goods, not even trying to decide anymore, but now gathering your courage to talk, you look up to the man that had turned to look at you. Realizing his attention was on you, you take out your earphones to rest in your hand.

"Anything you'd like?" He asks, his question open, rather than a direct ask. He had a mustache and a kind face with a smile, his hat tilted off to the side. You couldn't resist the small smile on your own lips, along with a nod.

You pointed to the treats you wanted, mentioning their names too in case he couldn't figure out which one your finger went to.

He opened the glass door and happily took them out, delicately putting each of them into small clear bags and containers, that then go into a bigger, plastic bag with the bakery's logo on it.

It wasn't a rush hour, nor were you rushing yourself. The both of you were relaxed as he loads them gently, and you were patient as you watched, leaning your arm against the counter.

Once he had finished, he places your bought food in front of you, making sure they were all taken in. He counted each type into the cash register screen, the numbers going up until he gestures to the card scanner. You, of course, brought out your card, and did the usual procedure, holding it to the scanner. It was read, and the payment easily goes through.

After you stored your card back, you grab the plastic bag, careful not to jostle it as you turn around. The owner returns back to his work in the meanwhile, glad he could make another customer happy, along with himself.

Walking through the airport was a pain to your legs, with it being a large building that then had another large building connected to it. You had even resorted to going onto the long flat escalators that were spread around the place, taking breaks while still moving, but when you realized it was way too slow, you went back to making your legs work.

Finally, you reached the nearest waiting area to where Taylor's gate would be, the big windows at the side showing a view of the runway.

There weren't a lot of taken seats, the place being a more calm and breathable area. But still, you took the corner that was closest to the large window, not wanting to be too out in the open space.

The chair creaked just slightly when you sat on it, a sign of its old age and successful long stay in the airport. But surprisingly, it was in good shape despite it, and the leather was clean.

Crinkles came from your plastic bag next, being placed on the seat beside you, and you only hoped no one would steal it when you weren't looking.

You grab out a sausage bun from out the bag, a reasonable choice for the way your stomach made sound earlier. The bread was a little oily when you had to grab it out with your hand, considering it was being stubborn with fumbling its way out the clear plastic, but you simply made it dissolve into your skin by rubbing your fingers together.

The first bite was a delicacy to your taste buds. There was no doubt you'll return to that bakery whenever you'll need to come back to this airport, it easily getting your approval.

You enjoy your small meal, needing to put it down for a moment to put your earphones back on, muffling off the world around you and filling your ears with music instead, once more.

Of course, it was your girlfriend's songs playing on your phone. 'Holy Ground (Taylor's Version)' sounding out, continuing the Red album from where you had left it, off from the car.

You took a deep breath in, then softly released it, preparing yourself to do a deep dive with the music, and for the hours of waiting you'd need to do. To be honest, you were even a little more anxious of the waiting, than the people around you, your eyes warily wandering for your surroundings, before your gaze returns to the window.

Planes arrived and departed, and you watched, staying quiet in your corner. The minutes pass by. The time ticks off each hour, the clock somewhere on the airport wall showing how long its been.

You were almost sure someone was manipulating it to be going slower than it should. But the longer it goes, the more anxious you got.

Your eyes watch a plane arrive, your breath held in your throat as you saw that it was the same airline company that Taylor was on, but it wasn't going to her gate.

The held breath you had releases as a sigh, and you lean back in your seat, tilting your head to see the bag of baked goods beside you. You only hoped the food wasn't going too cold. But, in the gentle attack of the airport AC, there wasn't much you could do.

Your eyes start to roam a little more, tearing them away from the window you've been stuck on, wanting to catch a glimpse of Taylor's plane, touching down to be home to you.

The occupance of seats in your area wasn't changing much, and you couldn't tell if the airport was getting more crowded or growing empty. Maybe neither.

Instead of listening to the music, you were starting to space out, feeling the beat of your heart against your chest, and your teeth had sank into your lips, wondering what was happening on her end. She said she'd arrive in three hours and it had been four. But of course she was coming, why wouldn't she? Had her plane run late? Did she miss it and forgot to tell you in the midst of her busy work? No, of course not.

You check your phone, your hand feeling the leather material of your chair as you do. There wasn't any new messages from her, and it didn't take much for your leg to start moving from the worrying.

It wasn't until you look back up from your phone that you finally notice the big screen at the end of the airport, showing every flight's info; their times and their travels all written down.

Your breath got caught at the realization, and quickly, your eyes searched for Taylor's flight, passing by the other ones that were meaningless to you.

You saw it. Just a glimpse, but damn the screen changing for the other flights just as you do. You wait a little. Then, you saw, thankfully, not a red line on hers, but a yellow one, the large capitalized words beside it showing; 'DELAYED ARRIVAL'.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Taylor had gone on the plane before it could be delayed, considering she texted you that she was already on the bridge, so what could have possibly happened?

A sigh left your lips, and you shifted in your seat, your mind's noise only getting stronger for her in the passing time.

Outside, it was a pretty sunset, the blue skies fading off to an orange, chasing yellows in between. You couldn't help but think if Taylor was looking at the same view, and if hers were prettier in the plane.

Maybe she was worrying about you too, especially with the nighttime coming into play, but all you had was the window to look to in hope. After a few more moments, you try messaging her, your heart hoping that maybe it'll get a message out of her, somehow.

Hey, you're late, what happened??

sent at 6:23 PM

But upon the bright skies disappearing into a dark night, the hope was shrinking small, and the orange lights that came from the aiport vehicles outside with the marshallers were reflecting off the window.

I'm worried, tay

get home safe, please

sent at 6:24 PM

You texted her again, your lower lip bitten deeply by your teeth, and you were sure Taylor would notice the marks and battering of your lips when she's back with you.

In the gray clouds that covered up the stars, if there were any to be seen with the amount of lights there were at the airport-- the wind was starting to build outside, causing the workers to hold onto the vehicles and bags they had.

When a lightning flashes and it sounded out before you could even count out how long it'd be until the noise came, you flinched, your heartrate growing quicker at the sudden surprise.

It was clear. A strong storm was oncoming, and now you were at the edge of your seat, holding onto yourself. Your stomach was getting emptier from the amount of time thats gone by, but you didn't even feel like getting anything into your system in the suspense, and even looking at the bag, you were sure you'd be sick from anxiety.

You kept staring. Hoping. Even if you had done the same thing all those hours ago, maybe this time it'll work, that you'll finally see the plane Taylor was on.

And for once there was something through the dark clouds. Of course, lots of plane were passing and coming already, but it was slowly stopping at the storm, and your eyes transfixed on the blinking light you saw.

It was green and red, and it blinked again, and again, until you saw a plane finally pass by through the clouds, having the markings of Taylor's, but you were still waiting, and waiting.

You had to even put your music to a pause, needing to put your focus all upon it, along with steadying your breaths.

The plane had touched down, and it was soon going down the empty runway, the grass, tall as it was, being blown back by both the wind of the airplane and the weather.

The slowness of it almost frustrated you. But you kept watching, your eyes flickering from the plane to the screen until the giant screen blinked, and the line turned green on Taylor's flight, showing 'ARRIVED', in assurance for you. The plane had slowly stopped too, being guided to its parking spot.

Oh. You were relieved. So, so relieved, you felt at the near edge of collapsing. The breath you let out felt like the longest one you held, and you blinked your eyes to get yourself together.

She had better been in that plane. You pick up the plastic bag with the food, gathered your things, and stored your earphones, standing up without another second wasted.

Your feet was swift with your shoes on the ground, going to where the exit of the security area would be, and you searched, desperately, after every person that walks through the doorway. The plane didn't even have all that many people onboard, but each one that left felt like one too many to you.

You shifted on your feet, peeked, and had to move to the side so people could walk through the airport without trouble, but only until you saw a speckle of the familiar blonde hair you would usually see at home.

It wasn't much, but it was something, and you had to wait for her to turn fully before you could see if it truly was Taylor or not. When she did, slowly, god, your heart pumped with excitement. It was almost like seeing her for the first time again. There she was. In front of you.

"Tay!!!" you called her, waving at her, and her once tired eyes widened, her face brightening as she goes to run to you, opening her arms out.

"HI!!" She said, her volume much stronger than it should be, but she didn't care, eagerly wrapping her arms around you once she was completely close to you.

"Hi!! Oh, baby, what happened, where were you??" you ask, your second question perhaps not making sense in the slightest, but you've been too worried and is filled up with too much happiness to even think.

"Oh, god, I was so worried you wouldn't be here!! My plane got caught up in a storm and the lines were all dead so I couldn't text you, and--" She rambles, her hands tightening around you before you realize she was far too worried herself.

"Shhh...baby, baby...its okay, I'm just happy you're safe," you whisper, nuzzling into the side of her head and leaving a kiss there, the both of you swaying slightly.

"I missed you. I've missed you so much," she murmurs, leaving kisses herself, and her adrenaline of seeing you was wearing off as she relished in your warm hug.

"I love you. And I've missed you too..." You whisper, sighing softly, trying to hold back the prickling tiniest bits of tears that were trying to form.

"I love you too. Oh, you have no idea how much I've missed you..." she continues, nuzzling into your neck and mumbling about it, clutching onto you as if you'd disappear.

You giggle softly, feeling her squeezes and kisses, returning it all yourself, especially because you were holding onto her for dear life, too.

"I'm here now...I'm here," you whisper softly and soothingly, rubbing your hand up and down her back. You only thanked everything in the world that the people were actually lessening, at least from her plane's arrival, and they were tired themselves too, unable to even focus on the reunion the two of you had. But you were sure there was more to come for this plane's next departure.

You look around before leaning back, just inches away. "Lets get out of here before more people gather up, sweetheart," you say, returning your gaze to her with all your softness.

She nods. "Yeah...its been too long of a day, I can't even-- think to deal with that right now..." She whispers, pulling away from you with emotion in her eyes and a small sniffle from her nose. You smile softly, your hand sliding up to gently wipe her tears off of her cheek.

"Time to go home, hm?" You said quietly, letting her lean against your side as you turned around to walk, helping to take her backpack and luggage with you while your other arm kept itself around her.

She nods, her arms wrapped around your waist. Of course, her bodyguards were around, keeping an eye on your surroundings and the both of you, but you didn't mind them, grateful they were there in fact, as you walked out to the car together

The car ride home was full of her hand reaching over to intertwine with yours, and she would be leaning against your shoulder if not for the centre console getting in her way.

She was also sleepy. Oh, so sleepy, your heart ached at the sight. You'd bring your hand to her shoulder whenever there was a red light, soothingly rubbing her in reassurance, while also helping her tense muscles.

When you arrived to your home, she was already about asleep, her head tilted slightly in the passenger seat, and the seatbelt keeping her safe.

You turned off the engine, but then looked to her, your teeth sinking into your lower lips. She looked so pretty, even in just the streetlight. And adorable. Every feature of her face, you traced with your eyes, but you snap out of it with the fading feeling of the car's cool air.

You almost didn't have the heart to wake her up, but you knew you definitely weren't going to make it to the bedroom holding her up.

So, with a hesitating hand, you reach over and gently put it on her shoulder. "Tay..." you whisper, starting at a very low volume at first.

But nothing came from her, not even a stir. She was too deep in her sleep, and that made you even more reluctant.

After a few more seconds paired with the encouragement of the heat that was starting to seep into the car with the engine off, you very gently shook her shoulder. "Tay...baby, wake up..." you whisper softly, trying one more time.

Finally, she did stir, a small groan sounding from her as her eyes barely opened, but she only put her hand atop yours and whined, clearly not wanting to wake up.

"Baby, we're home...come on, I'll help you walk, hm?" you offer, giving a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. The only response you got was a small huff, and a smile rose on your lips. She was always the cutest when she was sleepy, and your heart always melted at it.

You get out the car, rounding off to her side to open the door. She was awake, but with a sleepy pout as she slumped in her seat. A soft breath passed by your mouth, and you unbuckle her seatbelt, smiling softly at how she wasn't budging until you gave her a kiss and helped her up.

The path to the front door was paved safely through slow steps and a fumbling of your keys, and you somehow arrived to the edge of your shared bed after locking off the front door of the house.

Taylor had lazily fallen into the warm, cozy, familiar bed, mumbling some incoherent things under her breath that you'd guess are words that meant she missed the soft mattress and sheets she always slept in.

You let her get comfortable, but not before the two of you change that you finally join her in bed, crawling up to lay comfortably beside her, your arm wrapping around to her back to pull her closer.

She lets out a soft, content sigh, cuddling you close, too. Her eyes were already closed, but she wasn't asleep again just yet, and your mind was roaming too much back to the airport.

Not wanting to disturb her, but also wanting to talk about it, you decide to keep your voice hushed. "So...your plane was traveling through a storm?" you whisper, your free hand shifting slightly to go closer to hers.

"Mhm...'m sorry I worried you...the plane already went in the air and there was no line..." she whispers sleepily, feeling the brush of your fingers, so she intertwines your free hands.

Your eyes soften and your body relaxes at her slower explanation than her worried rambling from earlier. "...Baby, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault you didn't know there was a storm, and neither did the employees," you murmur, brushing a stray strand of her hair to the back of her ear.

She smiles softly, and snuggles up closer to you, nuzzling into your chest. It didn't take long for her to end up leaving a kiss on your collarbone, then your cheek, and then finally trailing off inches away from your lips, but she pauses, seeing the small bitten skin of your lips.

A soft sigh escapes her, but the worry in her eyes were a tell that she wasn't mad or anything, only concerned for you. Her thumb goes to gently caress your lip before she leans in, kissing it slowly to make it better.

You easily melted into it, finding the reassurance in the softness of it all. "I'm happy you're safe..." You pull up the covers, wanting to keep you both a little more warm.

She moves herself a little, but leans back into you. "I'll always come back home to you..." she then takes a breath, continuing. "but you need to stop hurting your pretty lips, baby..." the blonde whispers, and you gaze down at her in sweetness.

"I can't help it...I'm sorry," you add on quietly. She could feel your heart beating, lulling her to sleep, but she knows the worries going in your mind, so she nuzzles into you again.

"It's okay...I'm right here beside you, so, shh...just go to sleep, baby..." she whispers, assuring you with a soft squeeze of her embrace, and leaving a kiss to your neck, wanting you to feel comforted before going to sleep yourself.

"I love you..." you murmur, your eyes falling heavily, and you could feel her hand gently slipping under your shirt, soothingly caressing your skin with her thumb.

"Mmn...love you, too," she whispers, just before the two of you fell deep into your snuggled up slumber.

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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.

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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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[zhvakinnn]

Hi, the requests are still open, right? If so, I'll give you an idea. Please write Tyln×y/n, from sbg, where Tyler doesn't know how to tell his mum he's in a relationship now. But with that y/n is Tyler and Taylor's childhood friend, and she's a regular visitor to the Hernandezes' house. And Taylor will know all about it and in addition to supporting her brother, she'll giggle (well, because sibling relationships always involve making fun of each other)

Sorry for my sudden disappearance lately but im gonna make an effort to answer all your request!

Characters: Tyler Hernandez x (any gender) reader

Warnings: none?

🌺as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me🌺

(name) didn't push tyler under the pressure because Tyler thought if he didn't tell about him and your relationship you might left him so he kept asking you if they wanted to tell his mother their current relationship

You assures that Tyler can take his time and you will wait patiently Tyler smiled at you then hugged you but then guess who came busting in his door

"ohh are you two busy" Taylor said giggling Tyler just rolled his eyes and let her in "so what are you two doing?" Taylor said as she sat down "Tyler has just been overthinking I might leave him because he still couldn't tell his mom our relationship" (name) giggled a bit "oh noo Tyler you're right if you don't tell mom now they're gonna leave you" Taylor said playfully "stop it Tay" Tyler made an annoyed face and glared at Taylor which you and Taylor just laugh it off

You visited them again and this time you came just in time for lunch "oh hi (name) hunny you're just in time for lunch come in" (name) smiled and went to sit next to Tyler, and that's where Taylor started to tease her brother Taylor made a knowing look her eyebrows went up and down I don't what's it called:')

Tyler glared at her back when Ms. Hernandez put the food and you all started to eat but mariana started to talk "you know you two look so cute if became a couple" mariana pointed the fork towards you two, you two looked at each other then back to the plates with warm cheeks

Taylor suddenly went laugh and then ended up coughing Mariana went to get a water for Taylor

"so mom said you two are cute you should tell her already!" Taylor said between coughs

(name) couldn't take their gaze on their food with warm cheeks

When Mariana finally bring the water to Taylor there was a moment of silence before Tyler broke it "mom... I gotta confess that me and..." "You and (name) are together?, I already know" Tylers words cut off by his mom

"you knew all the time? Why didn't you tell us you knew" Mariana chuckled at Tyler "hunny I want you two to admit it to when you both feel comfortable I won't force you to spit it out, that's why I've been giving hints that you don't notice" "so you accept us?" Tyler asked his mother in approval " of course I don't mind (name) as my 'children-in-law' (name smiled at Mariana "thank you Mrs. Hernand-" "nuh uh call me mom from now on" she smiled at you as you nodded

"so you worried over nothing stupid"

"shit it Taylor"

[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

[gracies-baby]

can i request something with Gracie Abrams? I was thinking something with Gracie dating like taylor’s younger sister or something. idk but something based on that.

Taylor’s Sister

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Oh! Hey Gracie. You're kinda early, the show doesn't start for a few hours" Taylor greets the brunette when she opens the door of her dressing room.

"Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you about something" Gracie replies as she nervously plays with her fingers.

"What's up? You're not bailing on me tonight, are you? 'cause I don't think I could find another opener on such short notice" The blonde jokes as Gracie takes a seat in front of her.

"No, definitely not. It's actually about Y/n"

"What about her? You're not breaking up with her, are you? I told you what would happen if you did that" Taylor begins to glare at the brunette in front of her.

"No! No, of course I'm not breaking up with her. Actually, I want to give her this" Gracie tells her as she pulls a small black box out of her pocket, opening it to reveal the gorgeous ring inside.

"Are you serious? Is that what I think it is?" Taylor asks, eyes widening when she sees the ring in front of her.

"I want to propose to Y/n. But I need your approval first. She cares more about your opinion than anyone else's. When I asked her out, she didn't even give me an answer at first. She said she had to talk to you first. I don't want to mess with our friendship either so if you say no then I won't do it. Taylor, I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. I promise I will never do anything to hurt her-" The brunette is cut off when the blonde starts chuckling, leaving Gracie with a scared look on her face.

"Of course I'm gonna say yes! I've never seen Y/n happier than when she's with you. And you'll be my sister-in-law! It'll be great!" Taylor exclaims excitedly as she pulls the shorter girl in for a big hug.

"It's not guaranteed yet. She might say no" Gracie replies nervously as Taylor bursts out laughing at her.

"There is no chance she's gonna say no. That girl has been obsessed with you before you two even met. She literally begged me to come to all the shows you were opening for just so there was a chance you two could talk more" Taylor replies as Gracie's face turns red.

"Well, there might be a small chance. She's kinda mad at me right now" Gracie replies as she sheepishly looks away, causing Taylor to send her a small glare.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I've just been really busy lately I haven't really had time to be home. I haven't been able to watch Love Island with her and we had a small fight about it last night and I haven't really apologized yet" Gracie replies as Taylor sighs before pulling out her phone to call her sister, telling Gracie not to say anything.

"Hey Tay! What's up?" Y/n asks when she answers the phone.

"Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if something happened with Gracie? She's been really quiet today; I can barely get a word out of her" Taylor replies with a smirk.

"Well, she didn't seem upset yesterday. She seemed perfectly fine when she came home late for the 4th time this week" Y/n grumbles over the phone.

"So, you did have a fight?"

"It was hardly a fight. I called her out on it and then I sent her to the couch. I haven't spoken to her since"

"Has she spoken to you?" Taylor asks.

"She tried this morning but then she left for work. I don't know if I can do this with her, Taylor. She's working all the time. When we first got together, she would always spend time with me but now I only see her for a couple hours a day. I'm almost always asleep when she comes home, Taylor. I love her so much, but I don't even know if she would care if I left her" Y/n sobs to her sister.

"Do you want her to come home? I can get Phoebe to open tonight, Gracie can come straight home to you. You guys can talk it out" Taylor replies as she glares at her friend.

"No, I don't want to see her right now. I don't want her to come home just because she thinks I want her to. I want her to want to" Y/n replies before saying bye to her sister and hanging up the phone.

"I guess that fight wasn't as small as you thought" Taylor glares at the brunette seeing a guilty look appear on her face.

"I didn't know it was affecting her this much. I've just been ring shopping. I can't find the right one and I guess it's taking more time than I thought it would. I never meant to do this Taylor" Gracie says as tears fill her eyes before Taylor sighs.

"Go home. Y/n needs you whether she wants to admit it or not. Phoebe will open tonight. Just go fix your relationship. You can't be my sister-in-law if Y/n breaks up with you" Taylor tells her before the brunette goes running towards her car and drives to her house. She stops along the way to get some flowers and chocolate before finally arriving home.

Gracie walks into her house before seeing her girlfriend making dinner. She puts the flowers and chocolate on the counter before walking behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist only to receive no response.

"Y/n? I'm sorry about last night. Can we talk please?" Gracie asks, pressing soft kisses against her girlfriend's neck.

"About what?"

"About us. Taylor told me about the phone call. I didn't know it was affecting you this much. I promise I'm gonna stop working so much" Gracie tells her as they both go to sit on the couch.

"Is that really what you've been doing? I was talking to Audrey earlier. She said you've been hanging out every day when you told me you were working. She got really panicked when I called her out on it. Are you seeing someone else?" Y/n asks causing Gracie's face to turn panicked.

"No! Of course not! Audrey's just been helping me with something"

"With what?" Y/n asks with tears in her eyes. Gracie sighs before standing up and getting something from the bottom of her drawer before walking back to the couch.

"I wanted to wait until we went on vacation or something, but I guess this'll do" Gracie tells her as she shows her the black box before opening it to reveal the ring inside. Y/n's eyes widen as a small grin starts to appear on her face.

"This wasn't really how I wanted to do it, but I don't really wanna wait any longer. Y/n, my whole life I never thought I would be this happy. I thought I would just have to go through life just trying to make sure people don't find out how miserable I was. You made me realize that I don't have to feel like that. I don't have to be so sad and hide it all the time. You make me happier than I've ever been Y/n and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and I hope you feel the same. Y/n Swift, will you marry me?" The brunette asks with tears in her eyes while Y/n grins and nods happily.

"Yes! Of course I will!" The two share a passionate kiss before pulling away due to Y/n's phone going off. She opens the messages from her friends only to see they're all videos of Taylor calling Gracie her future sister-in-law.

"Lucky you did this now, Taylor just told the entire internet" Y/n tells her fiancé while the brunette just sighs fondly.