#i feel like i forgot half of what i wanted to say but this is enough

[sinnabarmoth]

Taking Care

Pairing: Rafayel x Fem|Reader

Prompt: Mini fic of Reader being a soft!dom with the lads. (Not necessarily sexual, just sweet 'let me take care of you' vibes)

Word count: 1k

Links to the other lads: (Sylus) (Xavier) (Zayne)

You hadn’t heard from Rafayel in a couple days which was…concerning. For someone that got upset when you forgot to text him at least once a day his radio silence was baffling. You texted, you called, but nothing. You even tried asking Thomas but he just shrugged and said that sometimes when Rafayel was working on a new piece he went full hermit mode. No one but the food delivery driver was going to see him.

You decided that just wouldn’t do. You knew how Rafayel was and you would not put it past him to forget to eat or sleep because he was too in the zone while working. So you went to the store to buy some ingredients for a home cooked dinner and went to his place. You let yourself in using the spare key he had given you and wandered in. No signs of life in the living room or kitchen. You put the groceries away and went to the studio.

Sure enough, there he was. He was sat in the middle of the floor hunched over a canvas. There was some old half eaten food containers shoved off to the side and various sketches scattered around the floor.

“Raf,” you said, “Still alive over there?”

He sat up straight and you could hear his bones crack as he straightened. You could see him wince as he stretched and turned to look at you. “Oh hi,” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering your phone, I came to check on you.” you got closer and noticed that his entire person was covered in smudges of paint both fresh and dried. His hair was greasy and lank, and there were huge bags under his eyes. There was also an undeniable funk coming off of him that made your nose wrinkle. “Good thing I did too. What on earth are you doing?”

“Inspiration called and I had to answer.” he gestured to the painting. “She’s nearly done. I’ve been adding the finishing touches.”

“Okay. Glad to know you’ve been working hard but this is too much. You smell terrible and when was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t need sleep.”

“Yes, you very much do.” you held out your hand, “You can finish your painting tomorrow. You’re mine tonight.”

“Oh really?”

“Not in that way. Come on.” you hauled him to his feet and pulled him into the bathroom.

“Cutie, this really isn’t necessary--”

“Raf, sweetie,” you cupped his face, “You don’t look well. I knew there was a chance you weren’t taking care of yourself but I didn’t realize it was this bad. Now come along, we’re gonna get you cleaned up, I’m making us dinner, and then you are going to bed. Got it?”

“I know better than to say no to you.” he smiled. “What do you want me to do first?”

“You can start by brushing your teeth and having a shave, you’re stubbly.” you turned him to the sink. “I’m gonna draw you a bath.”

After he had finished you ordered him to strip and get in the tub. There was a cheeky offer to join him but you shook your head and told him he wasn’t getting anything like that until after he had a full night’s sleep. You did however sit at the edge of the tub and reclined his head back so you could wash his hair and massage his scalp. A deep sigh of satisfaction left him as you gently lathered the grease out of his hair. You left him to dry himself off and went to the bedroom to grab a change of clothes and threw his dirty clothes in the wash.

He looked so much better. “There’s my clean soft boyfriend again.” Without having to worry about his bad breath you pulled him down and gave him a kiss, little droplets of water from his still wet hair dripped onto your hands. “Feeling any better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now come along. I’m gonna get dinner started.”

“Want any help?”

“No. You’ll just slow me down. You can pick out a movie for us to watch though.” you pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. “Stay.”

“Yes ma’am.” he gave a little salute and turned on the TV. You went into the kitchen and started cooking. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just some simple porridge that was filling and hearty.

As you were cooking you kept glancing over at Rafayel just to make sure he was still doing okay. It broke your heart seeing how little he was taking care of himself. Was this what he was like before? How many times had he done something like this? Did Thomas pull him out of his spirals or did he end up just crashing and took care of himself after he got some actual sleep? You didn’t want to know. He had you now and you weren’t going to let him keep up these kinds of bad habits. Inspiration be damned! His health mattered more to you.

Once the food was ready you handed a large serving over to him, threw a blanket over your laps, and settled down to watch the movie he had picked. “Thanks for doing all this. It wasn’t necessary though. I was fine.”

“You were most decidedly not fine, Raf.” you ran a hand through his hair. “You looked like death warmed over and smelled just as bad. It’s not just you anymore, you have to take better care of yourself, doesn’t matter about inspiration. I want you healthy. And if you can’t be trusted to take care of yourself then I’ll do it for you.”

“I’m glad to have such an attentive caretaker.” he leaned his head on your shoulder. “I might just fall asleep right here.”

“Not until after you eat.” you picked up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth. “Eat.”

“You’re also a very no nonsense kind of caretaker.” Rafayel sighed but happily opened his mouth to accept the porridge.

“I don’t mess around when it comes to caring for what I love.” you kissed the top of his head. “Now keep eating, we’ll go to bed in a bit.”

After dinner was eaten and the movie finished Rafayel was really close to nodding off. He had started slipping about three quarters of the way through the film. When you asked him if he wanted to go to bed he shook his head and said he wanted to finish the movie first. You figured he was just too comfortable curled up next to you to want to move. But when the credits started rolling you dragged him off to the bedroom so he could have a sleep in a proper bed.

You snuggled in next to him, holding him close. “Good night, Raf. Sweet dreams.”

“So long as you are here, I know they will be.” he sighed, his eyes slipping closed. “I love you.”

You smiled and kissed his sleeping face. “Love you too.”

[caitified]

Back about mom cc — her comforting our baby daughter who’s being fussy (any scenario works, but like this is how i picture it) during like bench-time or wtv?

Let’s say that perhaps Caitlin gets to sit down during some time during the game and ur in close proximity to her, ur daughter notices her other mom so she starts being a nightmare and cait notices her crying so she comes over and like

Idek Jumbotron clip of her calming her down by picking her up and just being the cutest mom ever — then u looking super sorry to essentially bug her while she’s working and she just kisses u both & says she’s super happy for u guys!

JUMBOTRON

CAITLIN CLARK X READER

comments: guys not me lying and saying i was gonna post yesterday, sorry i forgot 😭 anyways had to come back to CC with a family fic! please give me more family ideas.

warnings:none

you were sitting courtside at caitlin’s game, like you always did, bella in your lap with her chubby arms wrapped around your neck. she was in her little fever jersey—number 22, just like her other mom—because she refused to wear anything else on game days.

it had been a good day so far. you got her dressed without much fuss, she had her snacks during warm-ups, and for the first half of the game, she was content to sit on your lap, clapping and shouting “mama!” every time caitlin scored. but bella was two, and two-year-olds had their limits. by the third quarter, her patience was wearing thin.

you were doing your best to keep her entertained—pointing out the cheerleaders, handing her your phone to watch videos, even bribing her with fruit snacks—but she was restless. the arena was loud, the game intense, and the fact that caitlin hadn’t glanced your way in what felt like hours was not helping.

“mama,” bella whined, squirming in your arms. her bottom lip stuck out, and you could see the tears welling in her big brown eyes, so much like yours. “i want mama.”

“baby, she’s working,” you said softly, brushing her curls out of her face. “she’ll come see you after, okay? we have to be patient.”

but bella wasn’t hearing it. her little hands balled into fists, and the first tear slipped down her cheek. “mama!” she cried, louder this time, and your heart sank because you knew there was no stopping it now.

you were bouncing her on your knee, whispering soft reassurances into her ear, when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. caitlin was walking toward you.

you froze. she had just subbed out for a quick rest, and you knew she only had a minute or two before she’d be called back in. this was her time to regroup, to catch her breath, and here she was, making her way to you with that determined look on her face.

bella saw her first. “mama!” she screamed, the tears suddenly forgotten as she reached out for caitlin, her tiny hands opening and closing like she couldn’t get to her fast enough.

caitlin crouched in front of you, her long arms reaching out to scoop bella up effortlessly. “hey, baby girl,” she murmured, her voice soft and steady, like the crowd noise didn’t even register to her. “what’s all this crying about, huh?”

bella’s tears stopped immediately, her little body melting into caitlin’s as she buried her face in her mom’s shoulder. caitlin rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles, murmuring things you couldn’t quite hear but could feel in the way bella relaxed against her.

the crowd had noticed by now. the camera operator must’ve caught the moment because, when you glanced up, the jumbotron was showing caitlin holding bella, her hand cradling the back of her head like she was the most precious thing in the world.

you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. you didn’t mean to pull her attention like this—not during the game. you opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, caitlin turned to you, her blue eyes soft and full of something you couldn’t quite name but felt down to your bones.

“don’t,” she said, reading you like she always did. “don’t apologize.”

she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead first, then to bella’s temple. the crowd cheered, and you could hear the commentators gushing about how sweet the moment was, but all you could focus on was the way caitlin looked at you like nothing else mattered.

“i’ll see you after the game, okay?” she said softly, her forehead resting against yours for just a second before she handed bella back to you.

you nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and watched as she jogged back to the bench, her ponytail swinging behind her.

bella, now perfectly content, snuggled into your chest, her little fingers clutching the fabric of your shirt. you kissed the top of her head, still feeling the warmth of caitlin’s touch on your skin, and whispered, “you have the best mom in the world, you know that?”

bella didn’t answer, but the little smile on her face said enough.

thanks for reading! requests are open, especially family related ones.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

While I was watching some couple trends/videos, the trend "She has Mom Hands" keep on pulling up so I thought about writing a little something based on that, hope you guys like it, let me know in the comments what you think!✨

Also, I'm extremely sick😭 but hey, I got the free time to write something!

Warnings: mentions of Latina!reader

Mom Hands

Pedri:

"Is the chicken done, amor?" You ask finishing cutting the avocado

"Yes, mamá dijo que lo cortará ella" (Mom said she'll chop it)

"Not happening, guapo" You inmediately said "This is something for me to show you and your family something about my country. I'll not have your mom, dad or brother to help me out with anything; I can do it"

"You don't have to do it"

"But I want to. Your mom wants to try something traditional from my country and I'll do it, gladly. She has already taught me so much about Las Islas Canarias, that I kinda feel bad because I don't do my country's dishes for you guys"

"They really don't care about it"

"But I do"

"But you shouldn't, hija" Rosy's voice came from behind the two of you "Let me help you"

"Rosy" You whine a little "I really want you guys to enjoy everything"

"I'll enjoy it a lot more if I can help you with a little something"

"Don't do anything and sit pretty, please?" You shyly ask

"Everything but that"

"Fine" You drag out the 'e' "Only with the chicken! But can you put it in the blender? And that's it" She smiled nodding

"I can do that" You smile softly going back to cutting some dressings for the filling when you feel a kiss on your neck and some arms wrap around your middle

"Mi chica terca" (My stubborn girl)

"Calla" (Shut up) You said smiling as he giggled

"Venga Pedri, deja a mi niña tranquila, que haga su trabajo. Esto se ve riquisimo y tengo mucha hambre" (C'mon Pedri, leave my little girl alone, let her do her job. This looks delicious and I'm very hungry)

"Vale, vale" Pedri nodded going to stand besides you "Want me to help you with something?"

"Can you flip the arepas, please?" He nods leaving you and Rosy in the counter while he stood in front of the stove

"They're stuck"

"¡Ay no! Try to peel them off without breaking them"

"Voy, hijo. Que las vas a dañar" (You'll break them)

A few seconds passed and the kitchen fell silent

"Did you do it, Rosy?"

"I'm trying, cariño. But they're stuck"

"No no, coño e' la madre. Voy" (No no, fuck. Coming) You quickly forgot about the filling and washed your hands going over to both González.

You see Rosy handing you the spatula but you don't mind it, with your hand you grab the beggining of an arepa and carefully lifted it off the pan, not caring how hot the pan was but making sure it didn't break. Once you finally lifted it, you flipped it over and did the same with the other four arepas.

"Esto está es listoo" (Done) You smile before going back to the filling

"Hey, I've never seen you do that, preciosa"

"Do what?"

"¿Como carajos has hecho eso?" (How the hell did you do that?)

"What?"

"Pues eso! You flipped an arepa over with your hand! The pan was so hot and you didn't even flinched!" You just looked at him not knowing what to say

"That's called Mom Hands, hijo" Rosy looked at you smiling "I've already told you this but you better not let this girl go. She's a keeper" She side hugs you, kissing your cheek as you blush

"I know she is" He whispers, giving you a kiss "That's why I'm never letting her go"

Gavi:

"Preciosa, the bread is done"

"Perfect! I already have everything cut, the sauce's are done as well. The only thing what's left are the sausages, are they done?" You asked your 10 months boyfriend, you see how he looks over the boiling pan

"I think so"

"Did you opened them in half so they can be cooked better?"

Pablo, falls silent and looks again to the pan "...No"

"Amor! Te pedí que lo hicieras desde el inicio!" (I asked you to do it from the beggining!)

"Perdona, que también me dijiste que hiciera el zumo de limón y se me olvidó lo de los chorizos" (Sorry, you also told me to make the lemon juice and I forgot about the chorizos)

"They still need to cook a little" You pull one out with a fork "I'll open them"

You pulled out the chorizos with the fork and once you let the water drain out of them, you grabbed them with your hand and put them on the chopping board at the same time you grabbed a knife and sliced them in half.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What, what, what?"

"It's hot! You're going burn yourself!"

"They're not hot"

"The sausages were in boiling water, of course they're hot and of course you'll get burned!"

"I'm ok, baby" You kiss his cheek as he watches you take out the boiling water and put another pan to fry the sausages "It's not a big deal, I've cooked for a while"

"I know you've and I've seen your mom and grandma do the same, I know this is how you cook but that doesn't mean I'll love watching you put your hand on top of boiling water or in hot oil"

"Eh, que conozco mis límites" (Hey, I know my limits) He laughs

"Don't do it again"

"I'll try not doing that again in front of you" You say leaning to kiss his lips "Do you think it's hot enough?" You ask pulling your hand on top of the pan

You laugh watching his eyes wide open in horror "Y/N, no! Dijiste que no lo harías!" (You said you wouldn't do it!)

Fermín:

"Fermín!" You called for your boyfriend, you waited a few seconds to see him pulling up to the kitchen "Where are the height sticks?"

"In the top left drawer, maybe?"

"Can you please hand me some? Está tortilla me está haciendo la vida imposible" (This tortilla it's making my life impossible) You said both hands occupied

"Why?"

"Es que esta parte de la tortilla se devuelve para este lado, con los palitos de altura se mantiene y como todavía les falta cocción, pues espero que se mantenga y no se rompa" (It is that this part of the tortilla is returned to this side, with the height sticks is maintained and as they still lack cooking, I hope it keeps and does not break.)

Fermín nods, giving you some, you were so into what you were doing that you didn't realized that you were touching the hot pan with your bare hands.

"Bebé, be careful"

"Huh?" You looked him to see a small frown on his gorgeous face

"You just flipped the tortilla with your hands and a few seconds ago you were touching the pan"

You look at your hands "Sisi, no te preocupes, mi vida. No sentí nada la verdad" (Yeah, yeah, don't worry, dear. I didn't feel anything if I'm honest)

"Ya, sé que puedes, que tienes manos de mamá resistentes a cosas de cocina y todo, pero ten cuidado; si?" (Yes, I know you can, that you have mom hands resistant to kitchen stuff and all that, but be careful, yeah?) I don't want you to hurt yourself." He Kissed your cheek lovingly

"I won't"

"Good, you need help?"

Ferran:

"¡Que me quemó, joder!" (That burns, fuck!)

"I told you to be careful, Ferran!"

"¿Cómo tú si puedes hacerlo como si nada? ¿Y yo que lo intento y soy cuidadoso, me quemo?" (How can you do it just like that? And me, who tries and is careful, burns myself?)

"¡Pues que lo he estado haciendo desde hace mucho!" (Well, I've been doing it for a long time!)

"¡Pero que tú colocas tu mano dentro del aceite caliente!" (But you put your hand in the hot oil!)

"Tampoco así, Ferran" (It's not like that either, Ferran)

"¡No te falta mucho para hacerlo!" (You're not far from doing it!)

"Fer" You sighed softly "Let me see"

"Ice will solve this, don't worry" He said letting you see his arm, it had a small red spot in it

"Yes, it will. I'm sorry, love"

"Don't worry, preciosa" He kissed your hair "Let's keep cooking, I won't stop until I have a taco made by myself in my hands"

"Don't get too excited, okay?" You pushed him out of the way with your hips, your hands working on the food "I don't want Pedri or your coach to get mad at me because you went to practice all burned"

"You need to teach me how to do that, nena. I want to try it" You smiled nodding

"Another time tho. Don't want to risk any other injury"

"Nah, if you want to worry, then worry about my starting with Flick, I can handle Pedri"

"My gosh" You murmur shaking your head "I love your guys friendship but sometimes I feel like I'm third wheeling with the two of you"

"Jealous much?"

"Of Pedri? Buah!" You shake your head "You love me and Pedri loves bald people" You stuck your tongue out jokingly before laughing at Ferran's face, he soon joins laughing with you

"Bueno, es la verdad" (Well, that's true)

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[creatie123]

CHOI SU-BONG/THANOS X PREGNANT!PREADER PART 2

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 Part 4

tw: mentions of suicide, abusive tendencies, strong language, light manipulation, emotional whiplash, drug use

“Green light!’ the doll calls out.

We all start walking forward. When the doll calls out red light the man, 456, shouts out for everyone to freeze. I can't help but flinch every time. We have made it to about half way when a girl starts screaming. She laughs and says something, then there is a loud bang. 456, starts yelling orders. For people to not move. I'm confused until a lady screams and people start running. There are many loud bangs as the voice on the intercom reads out a list of players that are eliminated. 

456 finally gets everyone's attention telling them to get in single file lines with taller people in the front. I hide behind a tall girl. She was the girl who I was behind in the stairwell. The intercom repeats the rules before the doll calls out ‘green light’ again. 

We have almost made it to the finish when my stomach starts cramping and I lean over to grip the girl's shirt groaning in pain. 

“Hey are you ok?” she asks.

“Yes yes. Just.. just a stomach ache.” If people know I'm pregnant they may think I'm weak.

When we cross the finish line I look back out over the crowd and see the amount of blood sprayed over the field. I double over and spill my guts.

“Celina.” I hear his voice.

I freeze and go to walk away but a hand on my upper arm spins me around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” su-bong asks me.

His pupils are huge and I give him a disapproving look. I shrug his hand off my arm and turn to walk away, getting mixed with him is not something I want to do right now. Once again I find myself being forced to look at him. 120 grabs me and pulls me behind her. Glaring down at him. He scowls up at her before turning to walk away.

She turns too look at me with concern. “Friend of yours?”

I place my hand on my stomach. “Uhm..”

Her eyes widened “oh.. Oh!”

“Shhh. Please I cant have people thinking i'm not a good teammate.” she nods.

When we are all taken back to the main room I feel fatigue set in and I immediately go to lay in my bed thankfully I don't have blood on me like most players so I don't need to take my jacket off yet, not like I want to. The scars that litter my arms I know would cause unwanted attention. 

“Uhm… 121?” I hear a soft voice behind me.

“Hm? Oh 222, hi.” I say

Behind her are an elderly woman and a younger boy. 120. Is also with them.

“Can I help you guys?”

“We were wondering if you would want to team up with us?” she asks.

My eyes widen and I feel unnecessary tears well in my eyes. I nod my head

The sliding suddenly opens and the man with the square mask starts talking. A lady begins begging for him to let her go. Before I know it we are in the process of taking a vote for who wants to stay and leave. We started with 456, I watched su-bong skip up to the button and press the o, our eyes met for a second before I turned away. When my number is called I slowly walk up to the button my hands trembling. The internal debate of getting out alive but the mountain of debt I have. I hope to survive and get out with the money. Suddenly I felt a kick in my belly. I gasp and lean over the button. Guilt racks my heart as I forgot I am not deciding for only myself anymore. A tear escapes my eye, as I hit the x, the room shining red for just a second. I hear a mix of sighs of relief and disappointment. I receive my patch and go to stand beside 222 and the elderly lady. Even without looking I can feel his eyes on me. When the voting is done I feel tears escape my eyes when I see that we will be staying for another game. I walk back to my bed in defeat. When I got there su-bong was already sitting there with his friend.

“So I wasn’t just high. You really are her babe.” he says getting up.

I back away from him falling onto someone else's bed.

“What are you doing here babe?”

“Don't call me that su- thanos.” he would always get annoyed if I called him su-bong in public.

“Don’t be like that, I have missed you girl.” he says grabbing my wrist and pulling me down so I am sitting in his lap.

Panic as his arms wrap around my stomach and his body stills. At that exact moment my child has chosen now would be a good time to be active. And I can feel him kick my stomach. Right. Against. His. hand. 

“What the fuck. Are you-” I shoot up out of his hold and bolt off to the bathroom.

Slamming the door open I kneel in front of the toilet and empty my guts. Tears burn my eyes at the burning feeling in the back of my throat and the aching in my chest. The door to the bathroom slams open and I hear su-bong calling out my name. He sounds beyond furious. I sit huddled on the toilet clutching my stomach. I remember all to late that the door is not locket as its slams open omitting a crashing sound when it hits the wall.

“Are you.” it wasn't a question at this point.

I simply nod, I try but the tear will not stop.

“Is it mine.” again it was not a question.

I nod. Before I can blink he is kneeling in front of me staring at my stomach. He reaches out slowly being met with a little kick in return. His face is full of hurt confusion and anger.

“How far along are you.”

“24 weeks.” I whisper, dropping my head.

“How long have you known.”

“I found out at 14 weeks.” 

“And you left me at 10.”

“Su-bong I-” I am cut off with him slamming his fist into the wall. I flinch and shrink into the toilet seat.

I yell out as his fist tangles in my hair and yanks my head back to look at him. His jaw is tense and his pupils are shot.

“How did you find out.”

“I-I.”

“Dont fucking stutter when you talking to me bitch.” he spits yanking my hair again.

My scalp burns with the abuse. “I found out when I was at the hospital!” I cry.

“Why the fuck where you at the hospital, celina.”

“Su-” a sharp tug on my hair corrects me. “Thanos, please stop hurting me.” I sob.  

“Baby you know I hate repeating myself.”

“I wanted to die!” I sob.

His motions freeze. I think I could hear his breathing stop for a moment.

“You. you tried?” I nod the best I could with his grip on my hair.

Before I know it I am being pulled into my ex’s arm. He cradles my head to his chest and I bury my face in his chest letting out all my frustration and sadness and anger. And god damn it i missed him. I missed my su-bong.

“Can I see?” I hear him whisper.

Sniffling, I pull back and look at him, “see?”

He looks at my stomach.

“My arms are… gross.”

He just cocks his head at me like a stupid fucking puppy not understanding why its getting scolded. This is why I hate it when he is on drugs. He gets so bipolar.

“I want to see,” he says placing his hand on my stomach again.

I sigh. With trembling hands I unzip my hoodie and let it slide down my area. My short sleeve shirt is just slightly too tight against my growing bump. Despite wanting to see my belly his eyes immediately lock onto my arms and his face contorts into an emotion I have never seen on his face. I wrap my arms around myself. 

“Before I came here.” he pauses, placing his hands on my shoulders and running them down to take my hands. “The recruiter found me on a bridge. I was gonna jump. There was my debt and then the drugs and before I knew it you were gone and I didn’t know where you were. I missed you so much baby.” 

I’m the one to pull him into me this time “su-bong-”

The door to the bathroom slams open, cutting off what I was about to say. We both whip around to look at who just entered.

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hi everyone I am happy that I got to post this chapter so soon, I am sorry about the second cliffhanger in a row, I cant say anything other than I hope you think them as much as do. Let me know what you think! or if you want me to take a brake from this story and focus on a specific request, my requests are always open!

till next time

-Creatie

[echo-riot]

✞⛧ Strings of You ✞⛧

Summary: short Drabble of a fluffy moment with Ellie

Warnings: none :)

Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, guitar resting across her lap. The strings hummed under her calloused fingertips as she strummed aimlessly, the melody unrefined but familiar. Normally, this was her solace—a quiet moment to herself, wrapped in chords and lyrics she half-muttered under her breath. But today, she couldn’t focus. Her mind was elsewhere. Or rather, on someone else.

You.

She kept replaying the moments you’d spent together in her head—the curve of your lips when you smiled, the way your laugh seemed to fill the silence like sunlight spilling into a dimly lit room. It had been three days since she last texted you, and the guilt was gnawing at her. It wasn’t intentional; she hadn’t been avoiding you. It was just… well, Ellie being Ellie. She got caught up in perfecting a song, her own world pulling her in until she lost track of time. Now, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d blown it.

Her phone lay face-down on her nightstand, teasing her with the knowledge that it only took a few seconds to reach out, to tell you she’d been thinking about you. Still, her brain made it harder than it needed to be. What if you were upset? What if you’d decided you didn’t want to put up with her messiness anymore?

Ellie groaned, slumping forward and running a hand through her messy auburn hair. “You’re being stupid,” she muttered to herself.

Finally, she grabbed her phone, her heart racing as she typed out a quick, awkwardly-worded text:

“Hey, sorry for being MIA. Been busy w/ guitar stuff. Uhh, found this and thought of u lol.”

She stared at the screen for a moment, then attached the meme she’d found earlier—a ridiculous picture of a cat in sunglasses holding a sign that read, “You’re cooler than me.”

Before she could overthink it any further, she hit send and immediately dropped the phone onto her bed like it had burned her. She flopped backward, staring up at the ceiling as a fresh wave of doubt crashed over her. Why was she like this? Why couldn’t she just act normal around you?

The buzz of her phone pulled her from her self-loathing spiral. She sat up so fast she almost knocked her guitar to the floor.

“Busy, huh? I figured you were off brooding or writing some sad love song about me 😏”

Ellie blinked at the screen, her face heating up instantly. Shit. You weren’t wrong, not entirely. She had been working on a song for you—though she wasn’t about to admit that. A grin tugged at her lips despite herself.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she debated what to say, but she couldn’t resist the sudden urge to see you. Before she knew it, she was shoving her phone into her pocket and grabbing her jacket, pulling it on as she headed out the door.

By the time she arrived at your place, her nerves were fraying at the edges. She hesitated for a moment before knocking, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets to keep them from fidgeting.

When you opened the door, your expression was equal parts amused and exasperated. “Forgot how to text back, huh?” you teased, crossing your arms but stepping aside to let her in.

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “Uh… yeah, sorry about that. I got, uh, distracted.”

“Distracted?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Too busy writing me sad love songs?”

Ellie froze, her ears burning red. “What? No! I mean… maybe. Ugh, you’re impossible.”

You laughed, the sound soft and warm as you reached out to grab her hand. Ellie’s stomach flipped at the contact, but she tried to play it cool, her fingers curling around yours instinctively.

You led her to the couch, and Ellie felt a little like she was walking on air—or maybe just on thin ice. She sat next to you, her knee bouncing nervously as she fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie.

The room felt too quiet, the tension in Ellie’s chest building with every second that passed. She wanted to say something, but the words kept catching in her throat. She kept sneaking glances at you—at the way the late afternoon light framed your face, the way your lips curved ever so slightly in a knowing smile.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I… uh… can I try something?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her hoodie.

You tilted your head, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Sure.”

Ellie hesitated for a split second before reaching up to cup your cheek, her hand trembling slightly. She leaned in, her breath hitching as her lips brushed yours—soft, hesitant, like she was afraid of doing it wrong.

For a moment, she was sure she’d messed up, but then you kissed her back, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Ellie melted into the kiss, her other hand finding its way to your waist as she pulled you closer. She kissed you with more certainty now, her lips moving against yours with a kind of desperate tenderness that made her head spin.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was shaky, her cheeks flushed. “Shit,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “That was… sorry. I probably—”

“Ellie,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to her lips. “Stop overthinking.”

She blinked at you, her green eyes wide and vulnerable. “I just—you’re really, uh… you’re amazing, and I’m kinda, like, a mess, but I… I really like you.”

Your smile softened, and before Ellie could start spiraling again, you leaned in and kissed her, silencing her nervous rambling. Ellie melted into you once more, her hands gripping your waist as if anchoring herself to the moment.

Later, as the two of you curled up on the couch, your fingers lazily playing with her hair, Ellie felt something she hadn’t in a long time: peace. She strummed her guitar softly, humming the melody of the song she’d been working on, and for once, she wasn’t worried about making it perfect. For now, this was enough.

[captain-dville]

"A spaceship..." *Jonny can't even imagine it, it's so far removed from his own life. It makes him a little jealous, actually, picturing this strange woman travelling through the stars, free to go wherever she liked. What would it even look like? He bets this whole planet probably looks as small and insignificant as a grain of sand from up there.*

"Wow," *is all he says at first when she explains. Surprise does cross his expression when she mentions blood, but not horror, especially once she adds in that last part. He almost looks disappointed. It had sounded scary, but cool. Like a creature from a story they'd tell little kids to frighten them.*

"That sucks, it sounded cool. But you probably don't want my blood, anyway. The old ladies that live around the corner say I have a bad heart, its why I'm no good at fighting, so that probably makes my blood gross too."

*Well, his pa would say it's because he's a wimpy little runt who causes trouble he can't handle, but he can't say that now, can he?*

*And...it's then that Jonny's delight and excitement over the stranger fades and the realisation hits him like a sledgehammer. He'd been so distracted talking to her that he almost forgot why he came to the saloon to begin with. His pa won't be telling him anything like that again, or smacking him for swearing even though he swears all the time when ladies aren't near. Because he's gone. Because Jonny...*

*It's like he shuts down. All of the enthusiasm draining from his eyes as he slowly sits back down on the stool from where he'd been half-standing to look at her teeth and wings, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He glances over at the gun and feels his eyes start to burn again.*

Dr. Carmilla sat by her usual spot by the big observation window, in a comfy chair. They hd deceided to land on a planet, and alice was still out exploring, probably accompanied by some of the octokittens. She had found something esrlier in her room, and that was the reasonnwhy she drank a whiskey-she wasnt particularly fold of most whiskeys, except for this one. She had been savouring it, and today was the time, to have abit. The reason was a photograph-it was her and Jonny, it was a few days after the mechanization. Jonny was smiling, widely abd he had hugged her. And she hadlooked happier aswell, her fabgs were showing in her smile.

....i still remember when i met you...it was im that run down saloon, one of these cliché ones...i dont even know if it had a name...you were just 17 and had killed your father....

She saw it, right infront of her, ad if it wouldve been yesterday-she was sotting there, cursing the ground for being unfriendly to walk on and the whiskey being cheap, when she spotted the kid. He sat at the bar, shoulders hanging low,voice trembling as he ordered. She didnt sat too far away, so she could see that he had tears in his eyes and a gun still clutched in his hands....

[ @captain-dville ooc: i hope this is good enough? I tried qew

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[oneroomjestershow]

What exactly is Eli? :o

Eli is like air… but with flesh… and the cells can change to any body cell they have registered on their code… they were born appearing human but lost their identity and sense of humanity in mind and form… 

I haven’t given a name to what exactly Eli is. Since they aren’t the only one, it could be considered a species at this point? but they can’t reproduce (sterile) so that’s a problem for using that term… they have siblings all over the world, they aren't aware of each other since they are in specific areas and far away from each other because of their father. Maybe something like a human replica inside the game universe? Outside of that I have no idea. They are just a human hybrid between their human mother and whatever species their father is.

Have a spaguetti sketch for the troubles...

[softshuji]

Any men out there wanna pretend to be my bf to get my parents off my case about marriage? I am so so serious right now.

[solidcarbon]

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[shirleyjacksonism]

went to work today only to fill in a couple of documents and already embarrassed myself 100 times

[cacw]

i do still stand by this and it's kind of upsetting me they don't hate him but they really obviously dislike him and his place in the story

[futureassassin]

im so excited to go to therapy for the first time ever on thursday! shes gonna be like well whats your problem nd im gonna be like "well. y'see. there are bugs in my legs and the only way to get them out is through stabbing. lol. lmao even." and shes gonna be all "woah! youre crazy insane! i am going to kill you now." and ill just be "ok. lol." and then i die. badly.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

i was rereading the start of the 17th for the genderbend AU, and uh. i gotta say. it's kind of funny how surprised i was at how seemingly stable and cheery tesilid is once he got his memories back.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

there's a certain quality the harmonies of like... early to mid 2000s alt rock has. which i am obsessed with... like i wanna do that. i NEED to figure out how to write harmonies that sound like that

[imaginarypasta]

i have such a hard time here and it’s because i literally feel like i do not exist. i will be having a conversation with someone and they just stop responding, stop talking (not a natural lull even) and im sitting there like “hello? i just asked you a question.” or we’re talking and they pick up the phone and just start ignoring me, just surfing social media. or they get a phone call and i’m in the middle of the sentence and they just pick up the call and walk away. like no “excuse me.” and i feel horrible being like “these phones” and like “no one has manners” but jesus, i can literally remember the last time i had a conversation where the other person was listening & paying attention and it was almost six months ago