#i had to gif it bc i know noone else would

[sexlapis]

Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

[gladiatorcunt]

- # 🎰 All or Nothing (Ace in the Hole) !!

cw: afab!reader, breeding, implied murder, inaccurate fallout au (vault inspired by Fallout 76 bc i just wanted one mention of appalachian horror vibes), reader lowkey has a old man fetish (mentions of age gaps though no specific men are mentioned), childhood best friends to strangers to lovers (forcibly), future extreme dubcon, fallout typical sexism and expectations & creepy behavior (attempted grooming (?)), biblical undertones, ambiguous time period, implied southern setting & characters, unedited

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It’s been so quiet for ages now, deathly silent as if everyone in the world was perfectly sound asleep. Your world consists of metal tunnels buried deep underground, a myriad of dark rooms that are meant to simulate the life you’re supposed to have on the surface. A cafeteria, where there’s hearty chuckles and playful ribbing over food even astronaut’s would have turned their noses up at. Piles of meat the same color as a fresh corpse, slightly moldy cheese and bread on the days the ego maniac people in charge are feeling fancy.

Green Houses, meeting rooms, infirmarys, kitchens, breeding rooms bedrooms, you truly have it all in vault 426. Jewel of the Texas Commonwealth. Even the howling coming from above like a hailstorm can be soothing when you have nothing else to listen to. They say your name when your back is turned, when they know you can’t venture out to see them. The temptation has driven people mad before, it will again. Right now, you wander through the vault searching for any sign of life. Yesterday you were arguing with your Ma over what she had done, hitching your wagon to one of the few unclaimed men your age. Now you were wishin’ on stars the elders used to talk about seein’ that you would peek around the rusting corner to find her waiting. You don’t want to wonder why there’s blood on the wall, varying between bright and darker shades of red.

Not a single peep from the man you were meant to marry, ‘your last chance at a proper purpose’ Pa had said. This vault wasn’t strongly steered in the direction of being a hive for breeding, but in these uncertain times more pairs of hands ready to rebuild the world were more than encouraged. Seeing as this bubble of refuge from the acid sky was so precious, every life counts. You knew that future would be yours someday, and you didn’t really mind. It got boring occasionally in the vault, knitting the same garment again and gossiping with your Ma’s friends about the same subjects. Maybe a cock in your cunt would settle your nerves, caring for a baby would be a task that would never end.

The wedding was supposed to be today, at noon on the dot. You overslept, panicking when your kitschy alarm clock didn’t rouse you from your dreamless sleep. It wasn’t until you zipped up your blue and yellow suit and tip toed outside of your room that you truly felt afraid. What reason would you have had to feel the uncomfortable emotion before? Life was so serene and idyllic nestled in the dirt, your vault a poor man’s sword in the stone. An intoxicating comfort zone that you cared more about staying in than fighting against, though there whispers from dwellers who felt otherwise. Your childhood friends, Patrick and Art, who you have drifted apart from over the years.

It was childish, your past feelings of jealousy, it wasn’t hard for them to become the most eligible bachelors in the community. There were only a handful of single young men left these days, or your only option was a old timer who had already broken in quite a few wives. They have the chipped belts and rough hands to prove it, you’ve gotten a rush of fluid in between your thighs when you lie awake and think about it for too long. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too terribly awful if you got saddled with a stern older man, some beaten down part of your brain begs for it. Your Pa’s buddies used to say that they would bet good money on tight your velvet grip would be.

There were many invitations to sit in on their blackjack games left unanswered in your Ma’s nightstand, under brass lock and key.

But to see your friends be giggled and fawned over made your stomach churn, so you pushed them away and focused on living as any good dweller would. Preparing to spend your years with your lips frozen in a smile and your holes split open around wrinkly skin, your shape molded by your husband. If you could’ve known that that would only make more determined to prove their toughness to you, that they would be the hands clasping pearls around your neck and slamming their dicks into your untouched flesh.

“Aw, hell-” A deep voice gasps and grabs ahold of your fore arms, wrestling you into an abandoned bedroom as you walk past.

You squawk, flapping your arms around in an effort to fight. Then you see him, Art, smiling gently and reaching out to cup your tear covered cheek. His other hand is free, which means that the man restraining you has to be Patrick. Where one is, the other will he close behind. There’s a saying about smoke and fire, and you hear the crackling embers as Art gingerly slides his other hand around your neck. A new fangeled set of pearls, hard won and all yours. Call it an engagement present.

“There you are, Angel Face, we were so damn worried about you.” Art coos, the ‘damn’ hissed in a way that gives off a ‘I still haven’t got used to being allowed to swear’ impression.

You think he could the be the angel, a scythe discarded in favor of a well used hatchet lying on the floor. His blood splattered curls call to you, or the absurdity of the situation must be sinking in and overpowering your ability to accept reality. Of course you had sensed their hungry eyes burning holes into your soul, yes you had heard the shuffling and muffled shouts outside your door. The way it would creak open when you were believe to have succumb to slumber. You don’t feel bored, and that’s enough of a thrill for you to recognize where your new place in the food chain is. The bottom.

“I don’t- I- What’s goin’ on? Where is everybody?” You ask, stupid and content to be their lover in distress.

Patrick readjusts his hold on you and wraps his arms fully around you, spinning you around to come face to face with him. If you thought Art looks drenched in blood, Patrick appears to be made of it. There’s lightning in his eyes, a phenomenon you’ve only heard and never seen. But this must be what it’s like, electrifying and God given. You’re stained now, no doubt about it, visibly and in your spirit.

“They went nuts, like a bunch of rabid dogs.” He grunts. “We had to defend ourselves, had us out here runnin’ around like headless chickens because you were gone.”

You weren’t brought up to know much, except that animals will be animals and man reacts accordingly. Patrick’s words make about as much sense as anything ever could, and you’re desperate to believe whatever yarn they have to spin you. Art nods and saunter up behind you. He wetly pecks you on the cheek, his lips ‘Smack!’ing the plump skin as he pulls back. You gasp and they share a foreboding laugh, shoving you further down a long dusty hallway where you can pretend that nothing bad has ever happened to you. That your Virgil and Dante followed after you with innocent intent.

“Get ‘em in the stirrups, Pat. Need these legs spread nice and wide. Don’t we, sugarpie?”

Your heart drops and floats back up at a jackrabbit’s pace, “W-what?”

Your look over your shoulder is perfectly timed, your hair framing your face like a pre-war Hollywood starlet. The kind that could cry at the drop of a hat and deep throat a stuffy executive’s cock in one go. Simmering heat pools in your belly, every circle of hell seemingly setting themselves aflame in your body. And while you know they wouldn’t dare seriously terrify you, they would probably get a kick in their pants if you let a sliver of fear slip. They’re men who no longer have a societies rules to wear as if they were costumes after all, perfectly chiseled faces and painted masks.

Offering you a marriage license so they plant you in a gilded cage, but Midas ghosted his fingers along your roots years ago. When you stumbled in on two boys playing a game that used to be popular in the pre-war days, a yellow-green fuzzy ball bouncing on a wired net racket. You giggled when an elder scolded them for staging their challengers match in the hall. And with the sound of a bell, the walls came tumblin’ down.

Patrick’s grin writes your name on the dotted line, “Our pretty lil’ cock socket, we’ll repopulate in no time at all.”

They had already stolen your wedding outfit that same day way back when, slim pickings have to be snatched up in this dog eat bitch world. But they were something far above dogs with malleable forms and a blunter bite, they were opportunists and God always has his eye on those who can seize what he provides.

The House always wins.

- 2024, do not cop/translate/feed my work to ai

[fishsticksloser]

Hi! Could I request Donnie x gn reader (or female, whatever is more comfortable with you)

Okay so- it was normal day in the lair and Donnie just ran into common room to rumble about his newest invention/project.

After a couple of minutes he noticed that noone was listening to him, everyone ignored his monologue. He went quiet but as soon as he did so, he Heard "will you continue or..?" It was ofc reader. They were so interested and amazed by his imagination that they couldn’t stop listening to him!

After awhile, when he was done with his speech, reader and April had to go, bc you know, school and stuff. BUT before they did, reader remembered something, they came up to Donnie and gave him some materials he said he needed the previous week "OH! I almost forgot! You were rumbling about missing parts to your projects, and how you didn’t have luck nor time to find and get them, so i just thought im gonna get them for you…here!” And donnie just stares at reader with this shining eyes and slight blush

Hope it’s okay <333

Crush

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst (purely Donnie's feelings nothing bad!), siblings suck, kinda short

A/N: Yes! Cute! Need!

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Donnie was used to being ignored. Truly he was. Still he would often talk about what he was working on to possibly find a solution to an issue, even if no one was listening.

So here he sat, in the living room with everyone else, yapping away about all the modifications he made on the Turtle Tank. Everyone else was doing something. Leo was reading a comic, Mikey was drawing, Splinter was watching tv, while Raph, April, and Casey all played a game. Donnie was tired of no one paying attention so he just stopped talking. No one moved.

"Are you gonna keep going?" He hears you ask. He turned to his right, seeing you sitting on the chair next to the couch. Donnie didn't even remember you coming in. He smiled slightly and continued his rambling, directing it at just you now. Of course he was making it sound so much cooler than it was... This is Donnie after all.

After a few hours of talking about his inventions, April tapped you and said it was time to go. Donnie was a little disappointed, he was finally excited to talk about an invention. He deflated a little, watching you leave. But suddenly you come running back in.

"Oh! Um... You mentioned last week that you were having trouble finding some parts and..." Donnie watched as you opened your back pack and handed him a few of the parts he'd been searching for. "I... I had some extra time and found them for you."

Donnie's cheeks heated up as he watched you run off. He was blushing? Impossible, Donnie doesn't blush. Still the fact that you went out of your way to find the parts he couldn't get his hands on made his heart race a bit.

"Ooooo! Donnie has a crush!" He heard Leo and Mikey laugh and nudge him as they walk by.

Crush? Donnie? Please, that's simply imaginary. Donnie doesn't do crushes.

"And someone's got a crush on Donnie." Raph chuckles, patting Donnie's back as he makes his way to his room.

A crush? You have a crush on Donnie? Why would anyone have a crush on Donnie? Now that's a tall tale, much like dragons but not Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, or Pizzasaurus.

He shakes his head, not wanting to believe it. He stands up and walks to his room, trying to think of other possible solutions. Why would anyone like him? He's a freak. Not even his brothers like listening to his ramblings.

Then Donnie comes to the same conclusion as Mikey and Leo. He has a crush on you, but that doesn't explain your actions towards him... No. He still doesn't believe it.

He refuses.

[underoossss]

Driving Lessons — S.H

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: none

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an: hi everyone! here’s a new fluffy fic for you. best friends to lovers goodness to brighten your weekend. I dedicate this to everyone who like me was terrified when they learned how to drive and those who don’t drive bc it’s scary af. steve is just so sweet and perfect and I think he’d be a wonderful teacher specially if he has a crush on you. I hope you enjoy! Pls let me know if you liked this!

The doorbell rings just as you finish getting ready. It’s a sunny summer morning and you decided to fight off the heat with a white dress with tiny pink roses printed on it, a denim vest and converse. You check the clock by your bed and as always Steve is right on time.

You’d woken up with a start this morning from a terrible nightmare you don’t want to think about. Steve had an angry wound on the side of his abdomen and was in no state to drive. He needed your help, but you don’t know how to drive, so you were helpless to do anything else but to press his own t-shirt against the wound. The same desperation haunted you all through breakfast and gave you the push you needed to face your fears. Driving. You’re going to learn, no matter how much panic it causes you.

That’s why Steve is here, you called him earlier and agreed to meet here at noon. And punctual as ever, he’s already waiting on the porch. You heart drums loudly inside your chest, excited to see your friend, your best friend, and object of all your affection. Though no one needs to know the last part.

You open the door, and the pitter patter of your heart gets out of control no matter how much you try to remind it that he’s your friend. Nothing more. Steve looks sun kissed by the summer sun and beautiful as always, with various freckles standing out across his face. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt and light washed jeans that fit him just right, his old Cortez shoes and usual brown watch. You hate him, and you love him so much.

“Hi Stevie.” Your smile breaks free as you greet him with a hug.

“Hey you.” Steve’s smile is clear in his voice as his arms go around you. It’s a tight hug and soon enough, he’s lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.  

You laugh as he sets you down on the ground. “Someone’s happy.”

“How can I not be? I’m spending the day with you.” Steve smiles brightly, “What’s this you have to ask me? Got me nervous all the way here.”

You shake your head; how can you not be crazy about him when he’s so damn sweet with you. You decide to tackle his question instead. “Why would you be nervous?”

 “I wasn’t sure if we need to hide a dead body.” He shrugs.

“Not today.” You play along with a fake frown and smile when it makes Steve laugh. A moment later you turn shy under his gaze when it lingers on your face. “Okay I called you because I need you to teach me how to drive. Please.”

“How to drive?” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up towards his forehead as his brown eyes widen. “You got tired of me already sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the nickname, and hit his shoulder softly; Steve takes that same wrist and holds on to swing your hands between you. It endears you and makes you love him a little bit more, it’s only noon. “You hurt me.” He says all drama as always.

“No, Stevie.” You tilt your head towards your shoulder, choosing not to tell him about last night’s nightmare. “I just want to learn in case there’s an emergency or something.” When Steve’s eyes soften, you look away.

“Okay,” He says quietly, then tucks a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want to start right now?” Steve asks you, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve stopped breathing.

“God, no. I’m scared.” You shake your head, trying to ignore the way your heart hurts at his soft gesture. “I was going to suggest ice cream first.”

Steve smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you to his side as he leads both of you to his parked car in the driveway. “Alright, ice cream first. You look beautiful by the way.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and shake his head. “Is this you trying to get me to pay?”

Steve only laughs and rolls his eyes.

“First things first, seat belt.” Steve glances behind you with a nod of his head. The two of you are sitting in his car, but while he’s always in the drivers seat, he’s the passenger today.

You turn around and bring the seat belt across your torso before it clicks into place once fastened. “Okay.”

Steve scratches his chin and you watch for only a second before looking ahead, no distractions. “Now, adjust the mirrors; you should see everything with the rear view mirror and the front door’s handle with your other two. I’ll move this one for you.” He reaches out of the car and brings it forward a tiny bit until you nod.

“Alright that’s good.” You do the same with the one on your right before wiping your hands on your dress. You take a shaky breath and look back at Steve. “Now what?”

Steve’s grinning when you meet his eyes and shakes his head briefly. He nods towards the keys hanging from the ignition switch. “Now you turn on the car.”

Panic bubbles deep in your stomach but you nod anyway, pushing through the many anxious thoughts in your head. This is why you never made it past a single lesson during driver’s ed, your fear. What if you crash the car, hurt someone, hurt Steve? You’re grateful that your hand doesn’t shake when it turns the key, bringing the car to life.

“Hey,” Steve says, and you look over at him to find him smiling at you. “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You swallow down the rising panic inside your chest as you look at the steering wheel. At least Steve’s car isn’t mechanic. Steve points at the pedals by your feet which makes you focus again.

“Right one’s accelerator, and the left one’s the break.” Steve explains. “The car’s in park now so it won't move even if you hit the gas.” He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay to go on and you give him a half nod. “If you break and change the gear to Drive, then it’ll move.”

“What?” You ask him when he glances at you expectantly.

Steve motions to the gear stick behind the wheel with his head. It’s time, you guess and swallow hard, pressing down the break pedal and shifting the car to drive. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, and your hands break a sweat. Trying to push through though, you take your foot off the breaks and accelerate slowly, but it only seems to make your panic worse. The car only moves about 8 feet before you stop and put it back on Park, shutting your eyes tightly. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Steve reaches over and shuts down the engine before turning towards you. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asks you softly, a hand on your shoulder. It rubs down your arm gently and grabs one of your hands from the steering wheel. “Talk to me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry I panicked.” You confess, keeping your eyes shut. “This is scary.”

“Okay.” You open your eyes to see Steve nod, gaze full of concern as it meets yours. “Want to tell me what scares you?”

Taking your seat belt off you turn towards him and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Stevie, what if I crash your car and we both end up hurt.”

You feel Steve take a deep breath and his hand let go of yours in favour of running up and down your back. “That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that.” You mumble with a shake of his head.

“I do.” Steve counters, pushing on your shoulder gently to look into your eyes. “We’re only going to turn right and drive to the dead end, nothing crazy. No cars will hit you, babe, you know it’s a quiet road.”

You look out the windshield towards the road in question. No one ever drives by, just the three homeowners who live in the dead end, but they’ve already left for the day. If that’s the only practice you’ll have today, you think you can manage to keep your fear in check.

“There we go.” Steve smiles triumphantly when you nod in determination. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You click your seat belt into place and turn on the car.   

Just as Steve promised, you only go back and forth from your house to the dead end. He’s patient and gentle as he gives various instructions, when to break and when to accelerate. He guides you through the u-turn and how to back up when you mess up said u-turn. The initial paralyzing dread fades to manageable nerves as 45 minutes go by, and smile when Steve gives you a knowing look.

“Feeling more confident?” He asks as you park in your driveway once more.

“Yeah, a bit.” You let out a deep breath and nod.  “I know I’m safe if I’m with you, Steve.”

“You are.” Steve mirrors your nod and clears his throat, then motions towards his door. “Come on, let’s switch. We’re renting a movie so you can relax.”

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“Stevie, it’s so early.” You mumble, opening your front door at 6am on a Saturday. You look up at him, he looks just as sleepy as you but handsome as always. His hair is a mess of chocolate waves, and the light blue polo he wears with his jeans looks great on him. An outfit so basic shouldn’t look so good; it’s his shoulders you think, they make those damn polos look gorgeous on him.

“Well, you’re the one scared of driving.” Steve’s voice brings you back to the present. “If we go right now, the streets will be all yours. It’ll help with your nerves.”

“I’m sure, it’s the crack of dawn during summer after all.” You joke, sleepiness slowly leaving your body. A smile takes over your face at Steve’s sheepish expression and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know, people aren’t supposed to look so pretty at 6am.” Steve says, stepping back and meeting your eyes. You heart drops to your stomach for a moment at his words and you look down at your clothes. Black denim shorts, converse, and a sweatshirt.

“You really need some glasses, Steve.” You chuckle, bumping your shoulder into his as you walk towards his car.

“My eyesight is perfect, babe.” Steve gives you a wink that leaves you flustered and trying to understand what’s happening. “Come on.” He places the keys to his car on your hand and opens the passenger door.

Steve lounges back on his seat, pointing towards the direction he thinks you should go. He tells you when to break, what to do in an intersection and the roads you should avoid at a normal hour. Like he said, all of Hawkins is asleep and there’s not a single car on sight as you drive through the town. He was right, the nerves and awful dread you felt the first time you tried to drive his care are gone as you drive the empty streets; no one’s gonna hit you because no one’s here. The radio stays off though, you’re not a professional yet and the music only distracts you. There’s no way you’re crashing because you were singing to Blondie.

“You’re doing amazing.” Steve says, and you control your reaction to his praise. Knowing you’re doing a good job makes you feel giddy inside, so you glance at him quickly with a smile. “Pull into that parking lot right there. I think we can practice parking today.”

“Okay, good cause there are no cars for me to run into.” You joke, looking at Steve and laughing when he frowns. He doesn’t like you doubting yourself, right. “I’m kidding, Stevie.” You check your mirror, and turn the blinker on before you make a turn towards the parking lot. The concrete floor is deserted and fifty-something empty spaces stare back at you.

“Now what?”

“Okay,” Steve sits up straighter and rubs his chin, deep in thought. You can imagine the way his eyes light up when the idea finally comes to him. “Now you have to sort of turn away from the parking spot then turn back in.”

It sounds like gibberish for a moment before you go over his words and catch on to his explanation. Still, how can you pass up an opportunity to tease him?

“Real good explanation, Steve. Super clear.” You chuckle with an eye roll. “But I think I know what you mean.” Following his instructions, you drive the car towards the right before turning left and moving between the two white lines in front of you. At least that’s your intention, but what you end up doing is driving over one of the lines –taking two spaces.

“Come on don’t make that face, it’s your first try.” Steve shakes his head taps the dashboard. “Check the rear-view and backup. You got it.”

You do as Steve says and try to park on the spot next to you, turning a little more to the right so when you drive into the empty space, you’re perfectly parked in between both lines. “There! I did it!” You cheer, putting the car on park and turning to Steve. “Ha!”

He’s smiling too, celebrating this small win and high-fiving you. Steve’s fingers intertwine with yours and keep your hands in his hold, giving them a tight squeeze. There’s happiness and affection shining in his eyes –brown and beautiful and a little sleepy from how early it is– making your blood fizzy under your skin and your body feel like it’s glowing. There’s no one in this world like him, someone who is your cheerleader and makes you feel this happy and safe. And in love.

But the glint in his eye tells you he’s going to say something; you definitely missed something. “You didn’t check the right-side mirror babe; a car can come from your right, and you could’ve crashed into them.”

“Ugh!” You lean you head back on the headrest and look at the roof. Defeat washes over you, there’s so many rules to this driving gig; just when you think you’ve got it right, it’s actually the opposite. Your hands cover your face. “Fucking mirrors.”

Steve laughs next to you, a warm and beautiful sound that wipes away your frown as he shakes his head. His hand takes one yours again a moment later and gives it a squeeze. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Glancing to your right at him you feel your heart dance in your chest at his soft smile. His eyes dance around your face in a way you can’t really describe, and it flusters you beyond words. You smile at him though, ignoring the acrobatics your stomach is performing and the feelings rising to the surface once more. He’s your friend and he’s helping you, nothing more. Don’t make it something it’s not.

Steve is the one who breaks the moment first, eyes going back towards the dashboard. His hand lets go in favour of motioning towards the steering wheel. “Come on, let’s keep practising.”

“Can we go get coffee after?” You ask as you spot the sun beginning to rise in the distance.

“Anything for you babe, you just gotta learn how to park.” Steve settles back on his seat and you look out your window to bite back your smile. He’s got to stop talking to you so sweetly.”

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“Can they please stop honking!” You mutter. The burning orange of the setting sun is shining through the trees and painting the dark asphalt in front of you as you drive by. It would be beautiful if not for the car that’s been tailgating you for five minutes now. To say you’re frustrated at the incessant sound of its honking would be an understatement, you’re sweating buckets, and you can hear your pulse in your ears. Your shoulders are tense and pulled tight towards your ears and there’s nothing you wish more than to arrive to Steve’s place. “Stevie.” You plead, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Ignore them, you’re doing great.” Comes Steve’s easy response, but he still checks the rear-view mirror and glares at the car behind you. “Of course, it’s some dude in a truck.” You hear him mutter as he shakes his head.

“I’m sweating, I told you I can’t drive on this road yet.” You complain, rolling your shoulders back to ease the tension. “But no, you had to insist.”

“Well, you had to eventually, babe.” Steve shrugs leaning towards the window and looking at you. Then after a sigh, he adds, “Nothing’s going to happen, relax alright.”

Another loud honk helps you do the opposite.

“Tell him to fuck off.” You groan, glancing at the truck behind you. Great now he’s flicking his headlights at you. “I’m literally driving at the speed limit.”  

Steve shakes his head and motions to the road ahead, where the lane splits into two. “You’re fine, look, he can drive past you now.” Right on cue the truck accelerates and drives by, letting you breathe. Your shoulders sag, and when you spot a dinner in the distance you finally relax. There’s no way you’re driving the rest of the way.

“Okay, you’re switching places with me. I’ll try again tomorrow.” You announce after a sigh.  

You turn the blinker on, and perfectly park on a free spot before shutting off the car and getting out. You look at the setting summer sun and breathe in to calm down, at least you made it halfway to Steve’s. Even the shirt you’re wearing feels stifling and your back is sweaty, so you take it off, which leaves you in a black tank top. “That made me age like 70 years.”

You look to your left and find Steve looking at you in that way you both hate and secretly love. He’s leaning against the car, arms crossed in front of him, and his eyes have gone soft. They linger on you, like he loves watching you, like you’re his favourite sight. But is it him or you projecting that? What does that mean, Steve, what is this look? You shake your head and look away; he always looks so handsome in the golden hour, you can’t catch a break. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, stop apologizing.” He rolls his eyes, sounding exasperated but fond as he offers you a hug. You’re quick to step into his arms and relax against him, you stand no chance when it comes to Steve. He calls and you’ll always answer. Though you wish for nothing more than to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in, let yourself melt against him, you don’t. That it would be weird and you’re just friends. “You, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and hug him tighter. “Yeah, I just wish I didn’t get so nervous.” It’s been like this a few days, you stopping and getting out of the car; it’s frustrating and a big blow to your confidence every time. “

“You know I don’t mind driving you, right?” Steve mumbles against your hair, his thumbs rubbing circles on your lower back. “If this is stressing you out too much we can stop, I’m happy to drive you anywhere.”

“I know that, Stevie.” You whisper as you close your eyes, deciding to tell him about your dream. “But I had a nightmare the other week, we were in the middle of nowhere, you were really hurt and I couldn’t drive you to the hospital. It was horrible but it made me realise if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to help and I don’t want that.”

“Babe.” Steve sighs, his hands pressing firmly up and down your back. “That won’t happen, it was just a bad dream.”

“I know, but in the off chance that it happens, I want to know that I can help you, Stevie.” You say, shutting your eyes tightly as the image of a hurt Steve comes back. There’s no way you’re losing him over something as simple as driving.

“Alright, we’ll see this through then.” Steve breathes out, holding you for a moment longer before he places a kiss to your temple and steps back. His beaming smile is back on his face, to ease your nerves, you’re sure; it works. “Let’s go, the ice cream’s going to melt. Good job today.”

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“Are you sure?” You ask Steve on a Monday morning, one month of practice later you’re ready to take your driving test. Steve Harrington is offering you his car for the test.

“Of course, babe.” Steve shrugs and hands you his keys. “Let’s go get that license.”

You want to smile at him, thank him for how wonderful he’s been but there’s a sadness creeping into your heart and it casts a shadow over your joy. No more lessons after today. Steve is probably sick of you already. You, on the other hand, don’t want this to end, you want to spend more time with him. Hell, you want to spend all of your time with him. Steve notices your frown and steps closer to you, his hand reaches for yours.

“What’s wrong?” A gentle squeeze.

You let go of his hand and lie. “Nothing, I’m just nervous.” With a half-hearted chuckle you leave his side and walk towards his car. “We should get going.”

The drive towards Hawkins High is quiet, with you concentrating and ignoring your aching heart and Steve looking out his window. It’s still early and the town is quiet around you when you drive by. You’ve come so far since your first day and this is where it ends, with you coming closer to Steve after all those hours spent together –something you didn’t think could be possible. Now you’re trying to think of excuses to continue the driving lessons but come up empty handed. Maybe this was all a mistake, the worst mistake, for now your feelings are all over the place and the words I’m in love with you are on the tip of your tongue.

Your favourite song comes on the radio, and you don’t pay it any mind; you can see Steve look at you in surprise from the corner of your eye. Then, because he’s wonderful, the most wonderful and caring boy, he reaches for your hand and squeezes it tightly.

“Hey, I know you’re scared.” He says gently, “And I know me saying this doesn’t help but…”

Steve takes a deep breath, and you squeeze his hand again before he continues. “I’m not lying when I say you’re ready, so please relax this is your favourite song.”

With a quick glance at him, a grin breaks free and soon you’re laughing as Steve turns up the volume and sings loudly. “There’s a room where the light won’t find you! Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down!”

You laugh and smile and sing with him, letting nerves and aborted confessions slide off your back for now. “When they do, I’ll be right behind you!”

The two of you continue to drive like that, happy and carefree and clutching the other’s hand –like you’re unwilling to let go– until the song ends right as you arrive at the high school. Your smile is replaced by a frown and you glance at Steve as you spot the evaluator. He’s a middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and khaki pants, black rimmed glasses are perched on top of his nose, and a mustache sits over a deep frown. “He looks so grumpy.”

“Well, it’s 9am on a Saturday.” Steve says simply, “He probably hates you.”

Your eyes widen and you glare at your friend. “Steve!”

When he laughs you shove his shoulder and roll your eyes. Leave it to him to be a jerk when you’re already nervous. “Get out, the faster we’re done the better.”

“Okay, okay.” Steve turns on his seat to face you and his hands move to hold your face. Your next breath catches on your throat at his actions as you look into his lovely brown eyes. They’re full of faith in you, encouraging you with only one look. “Good luck.” He whispers as his thumb rubs at the apple of your cheek. Brown eyes drift down to your lips, and Steve’s face leans the tiniest bit closer to yours. Is he going to…?

Then just as fast as it happens, he’s stepping out of the car; you feel the ghost of his touch burns your skin. Not a moment later, the evaluator gets into the car.

“Seatbelt.” You mutter, watching Steve’s retreating figure head towards the bench by the entrance. Is there a tiny chance that Steve feels the same way about you?

“Let’s start.” The man next to you grumbles, snapping you back into action.

Your mind is half present on the test and half wondering about what just happened. Following your usual route through town, you come to a conclusion. Of two facts you’re absolutely sure. One: You’re hopelessly in love with Steve, and a moment ago you thought he would absolutely kiss you. The other, well the man sitting next to you hasn’t said a single word since the test started. His only instructions were Just drive. And so, you drive. Every time you try to ask something he shakes his head, so after a few turns around main street, you go back to the school.

You heave a sigh as you parallel park and shut down the engine. “Well?”

“Passed.” The evaluator hands you a slip of paper with your test without another word. You don’t care as you thank him quickly and run out of the car, towards Steve.

“Stevie!” You yell, meeting him halfway as he run towards you, and waving the piece of paper frantically. “I passed!”

“Babe! I told you so!” His arms are around you a moment later, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground just like the day your quest for a driver’s license started. You hold onto him just as tightly, laughing against his shirt as he spins you around. “Told you, you could do it!”

When you’re back on the ground and look up at Steve, the same joy you’re feeling is shining back from his beautiful brown eyes. All the same emotions including love, in the very same way it sparkles whenever you’re looking at him. Your best friend who’s also so kind-hearted and amazing, and so devastatingly handsome, you never stood a chance against falling for him. This is who you love, who you want. The man who woke up at 6 in the morning to teach you how to drive, who chased off your fears and cheered on your wins with hugs and sweet milkshakes; the one who never once lost his temper, no matter how much you messed up. Steve who let you use his car.

“It's all thanks to you.” You whisper, hand going to his cheek and drifting upwards towards his hair. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know I would do anything for you.” Is all he says, his voice matching yours.

You nod, smiling a teary smile when your emotions overflow. “I love you so much, you have no idea. And I know it’s stupid but I don’t want to stop spending all that time with you just ‘cause I passed my test.”

“I think you don’t know this, but,” Steve smiles disarming you in a second as he leans closer to you. “I’m crazy about you, babe, I want to be with you all the time.”

“Really?” Your voice is breathless as you lean closer.

“Would I wake up at the crack of dawn just to see you, if I didn’t?” His lips are so close to yours you can feel your breath mingling. Then after a pause, he whispers softly, “I love you.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes you close the gap between you and kiss him. It’s a short press of lips before Steve’s hands hold your face to kiss you better, angling your faces in the perfect way to deepen the kiss. He takes your bottom lip between his, your hands run through his hair, and the brush of his lips is as soft and as urgent as you dreamed they would be. How many times have you imagined this exact moment and still be so unprepared thing. Kissing Steve is wonderful, it’s perfect, it feels like drinking stardust and glowing from within. You can tell how much both of you have wanted this from the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you; the fact that it’s taken you so long makes you giggle against his mouth.

“What?” Steve asks against the corner of your lips, unwilling to pull away.

“Nothing,” You shake your head, stepping back and looking up at him. “I’m just so happy.”

His gaze goes impossibly softer as he looks at you, “Me too.”

A long moment later, you steal another kiss because you can, and take Steve’s hand. “Celebratory breakfast?” “You got it, beautiful.” Steve says, eyes unable to contain his affection towards you. He leads both of you back to his car, swinging your hands between your bodies. “You’re driving.”

reblogs are appreciated💖 motivate an unmotivated writer pls

[tonydaddingham]

so @theeminentlyimpractical and i were yodelling at each other in the DMs last night talking about general time-fuckery stuff in s2 and trying to riddle it all out, and i mentioned that i had noticed something that only now seems obvious from the s1 scriptbook (and im sure that someone pointed it out in 2019 but im wondering how relevant it still is):

everything is running late.

working backwards chronologically in s1, we have when newt arrives at jasmine cottage:

unfortunately the line isn't in the show, but in the interest of pooling all resources, the scriptbook says the following:

NEWT - I swerved to avoid Tibetans in the road. At least, I think I did. I've probably gone mad.

ANATHEMA - If you have, noone's going to notice. You're twenty minutes late.

we then know that crowley was late for arriving to collect the antichrist:

which the scriptbook doesn't elaborate on/give a timeframe, and may be extraneous to the previous and next example, but the antichrist is reportedly part of the Great Plan, so im including it for the moment.

but the kicker is agnes nutter, right?:

a precise and accurate prophetess who doesn't foresee that pulsifer would arrive late to execute her? how?

so when it came down to it, i started to wonder where something might have happened that has shunted the timeline along, between 10-20 minutes... maybe something in eden? but no - laure cracked it:

GOD - Archbishop James Ussher claimed that the Heaven and the Earth were created on Sunday the 21st of October, 4004 BC, at 9:00 a.m. This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour. It was created at 9:13 in the morning, which was correct.

now. all of the times don't match up completely, but the general sense is that the world may be running a little behind schedule, compared to what it should be - ie. the timeline that agnes predicted, and ussher/his team calculated.

we know that adam reset everything at the end of s1, but:

given that he's not omniscient, would he know that the world is 15 mins behind schedule (and therefore, when s2 starts, are we still running late)? probably not, so does he revert things back but keeps the world on the original clock, so to speak?

alternatively, did he reset the clock, and is the universe that we see in s2 actually on the correct time?

this might not mean much, if anything at all (see: it's just all for The Bit), in the grand scheme of things... but im now starting to wonder if it does. because what would have happened if everything had run on time? because maybe it's not so much thinking about individual events, and how they would have played out otherwise if the world had been on the 'correct' timeline all along, but maybe just the sheer possibility that there is an 'alternate reality' in which those 10-20 minutes meant things played out very differently?

ive talked about the chair (x), and ive talked about the sideburns (x), and ive talked about how crowley somehow seems to be existing at a different time to everything else around him (alternatively - whickber street itself is running in a different... reality? timeline?), as well as the random moments where time seems to disappear entirely/the clock swaps its hands around in ep6 (x). about crowley's comment about it being "too late", and how he seems to act slightly odd just before aziraphale tells him about the metatron's offer (x)... but is it all somehow interconnected? and connected to the 13-minute delay?

and if it is... what caused it? what might have delayed god by 13 minutes, or what might have gone wrong to cause the delay, that has then had a hypothetical knock-on effect, whether it be because adam did fix it, or didn't fix it?

[sunfyresrider]

Valentines w Aegon

Summary: Aegon forgot what day it was and now has to spend the entire day proving he is better than Aemond.

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader warning: little bit of smut, little bit of fluff, lil bit of Aegon being an idiot, a whole lotta redemption word count: 2,000+ note: not my best smut bc I added it on at the last minute

Aegon didn't wake up early that day. In fact, he woke up around noon as he usually did. You had been married for a few years now and it still perplexed you how he so easily forgot holidays. You weren’t furious, he was always the most forgetful man you met. Actually, you doubted if he even remembered the days of the week.

He finally showed up to come see you for his very late breakfast. “Good morrow, love.” Aegon placed a quick kiss on your cheek and took the seat across from you. “It’s past noon, love.” You didn’t mean for your words to leak so much venom, but it was too late. Mayhaps you were angrier than you originally thought.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighed, "I overslept again. Are you angry?" No, you never cared that he overslept. You overslept half the time anyway. You were upset he forgot a holiday that was made for couples. “I am not angry.” You said in defense before taking a bite of your food.

Aegon knew you like the back of his hand or well cock. He knew his cock much better than his hand at this point. Every time you lied you avoided eye contact, and your voice lost all emotion. What the hell did he do this time? Aegon hadn’t drank lately and he definitely wasn’t sleeping with other women. Did he forget something again?

You ate your meal in awkward silence. Aegon spent most of the time lost in his head trying to figure what he had done wrong. Normally he would ask but the quote “don’t poke the bear,” kept repeating in his head. He watched you get up and leave without saying goodbye. That stung more than he cared to admit. What the hell did he do?

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Aegon wandered the halls aimlessly trying to figure out what he had done when he noticed his brother. Aemond was carrying flowers and a box of something. Did he forget someone’s birthday? “Brother, what are you doing?” Aegon called out to Aemond. He stopped in his tracks and eyed him up and down. “What does it look like I’m doing,” he spoke.

Aegon didn't understand the attitude his brother had either. "Why are you bringing these here?" He could tell by the way Aemond looked at him that he was judging him. “I’m taking these to mother… Are you even aware what day it is? No, he obviously wasn’t aware. “Shit! I thought her birthday wasn’t for another moon.” His brother scoffed at him.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, wastrel.” The realization dawned on him. He had forgotten another holiday. “Oh.” Aemond rolled his eyes, “I pity your wife.” He walked off, probably thinking that he would be a better husband. It drove Aegon insane the superiority complex Aemond held. “I pity you! You don’t even have a wife.” His brother didn’t even turn around and instead chuckled in the distance. Fuck, what was he supposed to do now?

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He decided to go to his sister for help. “Hel… could you help?” He awkwardly asked from inside the door frame. She peered up from her embroidery and pursed her lips together. “You forgot, huh?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. Aegon shrugged, "Mayhaps." He stood there silently waiting for her to say anything else. Helaena hummed as she took her time to reply. “I suppose I can.”

“Thanks Hel.” He smiled nervously. She was always the most dependable sibling. Even though they had nothing in common she treated him better than the others. Obviously, she judged him internally but didn’t show it. “You should go to the gardens. She really enjoys the roses there.” He knew that his wife always used rose oils after bathing. “Also, a present. You can find chocolates and jewelry in the markets.” He nodded intently. “Mmm… take her some place special like a restaurant.”

Aegon ran over and kissed Helaena on the cheek which caused her to flinch back. She always hated affection. “You’re a godsend, Hel.” With newfound confidence he took off down the hallway.

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The day went by slowly for Aegon. He managed to pick a handful of perfect flowers for her or what he considered perfect. Then he had to sneak out to go to the markets and track down what he needed. He kept repeating chocolates and jewelry in his head over and over. He felt like an idiot. Why couldn't he just remember?

He grotesquely underestimated the sheer number of different kinds of jewelry and candies. Why were there so many fucking options? How do you know what kind to pick? Aegon didn't want to overspend either, but he wanted to surprise his wife and make her happy.

An idea of his own finally dawned on him. He should just get her a necklace made of Valyrian steel. It perfectly showcased his heritage, and it was super rare. He had faith it would be a hit.

Aegon didn’t expect the bargaining he had to do with the shop owner to buy it. It costed an entire arm and leg. The owner didn’t even care he was a prince, fucking bastard. After he got his hands on it, he made his way to the chocolates once more. At first, he only bought one box, but he ended up buying five. It was too hard to figure out which ones she would like and now she would have enough to last at least a month. That’s what he told himself to make him feel better about the money he was spending.

Alas, he went home feeling relieved. He was going to give his wife a gift worth remembering. She deserved it, after all this time, she still loved him unconditionally and he appreciated that. But once he got home, he was greeted with the most despicable sight. “What are those.” You turned your head and glanced at your husband. “I was spending time with your mother and Aemond, he gave me these.” It was a disgusting bouquet of red roses. Aegon was going to kill him. He scoffed, “Roses are so basic.” He ignored the fact that he had his own hidden in the other room.

You felt hurt at his words. These were your favorites and you always smelled like them. You thought he loved roses on you. “At least he remembered.” Aegon didn’t bother replying. He stomped out of the room like a child throwing a tantrum. Fucking Aemond, he had to show him up now. It was always a game of who was better even on holidays. You sat there mildly offended and confused at his attitude. Normally he would at least apologize.

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Aegon’s mission quickly changed from trying to get his wife to forgive him to proving he was better than Aemond. “Ser Erryk, I need you to kidnap my wife.” The guard's stoic expression contorted in confusion. “Excuse me, My Prince?” Aegon was in a rather shit mood. “I need you to kidnap my wife and take her here.” He pointed to a place on the map. Erryk knew better than to question a prince but what could he be plotting. “No questions asked, just do it at sunset and be swift.” The prince stormed off and Erryk stood there in confusion. He thought he was finally improving since he was wed.

Aemond was sat in his room reading a book. He was rather proud of today to say the least. He spent time with his mother and sister-in-law. He gave them both gifts since their husbands were worse than rubbish. Normally, he spent time with Helaena but not after she got betrothed. Her husband actually cared about her feelings and spending time with her.

To be clear, if he wanted Aegon’s wife he would have had her years ago. She was his friend before she was his brother's lover. But neither had any interest in each other. He simply wanted to show her that she was appreciated by someone just like he did with his mother. Internally he knew that would drive his brother crazy, but he was happy about it. Maybe, the threat of someone stealing her away would make him get his act together.

What Aemond didn’t expect was a knock at his door and the sounds of feet scurrying away. He peered out his door and noticed a bundle of flowers crushed up on the floor beneath him. Along with a note in terrible handwriting.

“I can take care of my wife, thank you very much.”

He was related to the biggest idiot in the seven kingdoms. Aemond peered further out his door and saw Aegon’s shadow dip behind the wall. In his infamous judgmental voice he spoke, “Aegon.” He shook his head and shut the door.

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You were wandering the keep in search for the wastrel you married. At this point you were beyond pissed. His brother took the time out of his day to do something nice and Aegon couldn’t be bothered. After all this time you assumed he was better. Obviously, he was the same ass you married.

Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk watched you from the corner, hidden by the darkness. They gave each other nervous glances before they pounced. Neither understood what exactly they were doing but it was a demand. God, the Targaryens were so odd.

A bag went over your head, and everything went dark. Before you could scream a hand was placed over your mouth. The adrenaline kicked in at an unpresented rate and you flailing your arms and kicking your legs in every direction. Of course, you were being taken prisoner today. You couldn’t be blessed with one good fucking day. Another set of arms grabbed your legs, and they began moving in unison.

You didn’t give up on your attacks, but they seemed to be absolutely useless. Underneath the bag you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. This was supposed to be a celebration. Something to look forward to. Instead, you were kidnapped and tied up. Another gift from the gods to keep you down.

Your heart was beating faster and faster as the hands kept carrying you. The air and sounds changed around you changed quickly. You were definitely outside near the city because the scent of cow shit filled your nose. Next you could hear the sounds of peasants going about their daily lives. Was this how you die?

After what seemed like a century you were gently placed on your feet. The sound of boots clomping on the dirt made you freeze. You heard three sets of men speaking in low tones. One was a man with a deep baritone voice. He spoke with a hint of anger and frustration. “I’m really sorry, princess.”

You knew that voice. Before you could turn around and demand answers your hood was ripped off and you were shoved into a building. The door quickly shut behind you and you fell to the ground.

“Happy Valentines Day, My love.” You peered up at your husband standing over you with a smug look. You quickly rose to your feet and took in your surroundings. The room was decorated nicely with a table for two in the center. There was food laid out and what seemed like… presents in the center. The floor was decorated with roses as was the bed in the corner of the room. A giant window facing the sea shone brightly. The sunset was undeniably beautiful.

“Aegon. What the fuck was that?” He scurried over and grabbed your hands. “I wanted to surprise you!” You furrowed your eyebrows and your mouth hung agape. “Surprise me? Why would you kidnap me and tie me up?” Your eyes widened as he pulled you close and kissed you. “I didn’t know how else to be discreet.” You were still high on adrenaline, but you had to admit it was a nice surprise. “You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered. I only acted like I didn’t so you would have no clue what I had planned.” He was lying but you would never be able to tell. After he got over raging about Aemond’s gift he decided to go a step further. He found an inn with a perfect view of the ocean and sunset which you loved. Then he had them prepare all of your favorite foods… He had to ask Helaena what they were but that’s beside the point. Aegon even went out of his way to tear apart the roses he got you to use as decoration. Truly, he completely outdid himself and he couldn’t hide the smugness on his face. Although maybe the kidnapping was a bit much, but he didn’t realize they were going to tie you up and drag you here.

“I didn’t realize you were capable of being this thoughtful.” You glanced around the room and your anger slowly disappeared. Of course, he could have just taken you outside like normal, but he went about about things in odd ways sometimes. You let out a giggle as you looked at the gifts. Each one was wrapped up in a different color of red. “I made them prepare your favorites. Only the best for my wife.” You smiled genuinely as he led you over to the table.

Aegon pulled out your chair and pushed you back in. He poured a glass of wine for himself and then one for you. You nearly chuckled at the sudden gentleman act he was putting on. “A toast, to us and our love.” He spoke and raised his glass. You followed suit and drank the red liquid. It was sweet and fruity and not too strong. Perfect for your taste buds. He even remembered you preferred sweet wine over bitter. “To us and our love.” You echoed him.

The rest of the dinner passed by peacefully. You enjoyed your meal and the company of your husband. It felt good to celebrate Valentines Day with someone who cared so much about you. As the sun began its descent over the horizon, he pushed the gifts towards you and impatiently waited for you to open them. He was extremely fucking proud of himself for pulling this all off. You unwrapped the five boxes of candies first and laughed. “Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?” You teased.

“I wanted to give you an array of options.” He said with a grin. You broke off a piece of one and ate it. It tasted like chocolate but there was also a distinct citrus flavor that stood out. These were definitely from Essos… which were the most expensive kind. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face when you finished.

The gold box with the red ribbon. His eyes lit up as you opened it. Inside was a dress. A dark black gown made from silk. It was decorated with red and gold which were his houses colors. On top was a black necklace with a dragon dangling at the center. “It’s Valyrian steel… It’s like a piece of me is always with you.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at the necklace. You picked it up and admired it. The dragon was beautiful, and it was crafted with such detail. It was the most precious thing you owned now. “Thank you so much, baby.” You stood up and walked over to him. You took your seat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight.

“I know I don’t deserve you, but I will do everything I can to make you happy.” Your eyes almost began to water out of joy, and you pressed a deep kiss to his lips. “You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

He nuzzled your neck and his hand wandered down your body. It wasn’t long before you were undressed and making use of the bed. He deserved some reward for everything he did tonight. He was so generous, thoughtful, and loving. You couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

You quickly pushed him off and climbed on top to straddle him. You pressed your lips roughly into his own. Aegon ran his hands under your dress and squeezed your ass. You moaned into his mouth as you grinded against his cock. You slowly slid yourself down along his hardness. 

Aegon’s breathing grew heavier until he grabbed your hips and held onto them tightly. You let out a gasp as he filled you completely. His cock was average in length but thick as hell. You both moved together perfectly as you rocked your hips. “I love you,” you whispered breathlessly.

“And I love you, my queen.” Aegon growled as you leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He picked up his speed and began thrusting himself inside of you vigorously. Your moans were muffled in his shoulders, He slid his hand under you and rubbed your clit while still pounding away.

His pace quickened and soon your cunt was clenching around his cock. He was close too; you could tell by how fast his strokes became erratic. Aegon’s cock repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your orgasm washed over you and sent a wave of pleasure through your body. 

Aegon’s smile grew wide as he watched you come undone on top of him. A pleasant reward for all the trouble he went through today. He sat up in the bed, so you were still straddling him. You grabbed his arms and removed them from your hips, it was your turn to make him feel good. Your movements started slowing but the small whines that came from his mouth encouragement you needed to pick up your pace. You bounced on his cock while he did his best to suck your nipples in between moans.

Aegon spilt his seed inside you for the first time, but it was far from the last. You spent the entire night in bed with him, only taking short breaks to regain your energy. 

The fruits of his labor that day paid off nine months later when a baby boy came. Your very own Valentine’s Day baby… truly a better gift than anyone could ever give you. 

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Hey,

may I request these three emojis for the event?

🌈⚡️🐸

Hope you're having fun with this!

~ Flurry

member: minghao x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, percy jackson au <3

word count: 1488

warnings: mentions of sword fighting, swearing, y/n 'slaps' minghao on the shoulder but it's not like. bad or anything its like a playful smack to the shoulder, and also jokes about y/n playfully !!! hitting chan and hansol (they're besties pls don't worry) also cheol smacking joshua's shoulder? idk there is a lot of shoulder smacking going on

emojis requested:

🌈 - rick riordan’s world of percy jackson; seventeen are demigods in modern times ⚡️: a campground in the woods where it is common for people to suddenly disappear after swimming in the believed-to-be haunted lake  🐸 - Minghao

author's note: hahahaha i have no idea what i'm doing,,,it's been so long since i posted something school has just been...honestly it's not that bad i just don't have the energy to write a lot bc in between classes i take naps so :) also hello flurry it's been so long </3 i hope you are doing amazing and i apologize for taking 10000 years lmao pls enjoy !! (also thanks to my bestie @gallivantingheart for beta reading ily)

my main blog: @wonwooslibrary

Y/N ran across the field away from her home cabin and towards the volleyball court where her two best friends sat. “He’s gone.” 

Mingyu and Seokmin, sons of Zeus and Apollo respectively, look over to Y/N. 

“Who?” Mingyu asks. 

“Minghao, he’s gone. The last time I saw him was when he said he was going to the lake. I told him not to go and that it would be safer if he went with someone but of course he didn’t listen to me.” 

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung said he wasn’t at archery today and Chan said he hasn’t seen him since before he went to the lake. Junhui saw him on his way to the lake, but didn’t see him come back.” 

Mingyu hummed. “Did he actually like,” he gestured with his hands a bit. “Go in the water?” 

“I’m not sure. The last I heard from him was that he was going to the lake. He wasn’t in his cabin, either.” 

Y/N wasn’t going to tell her best friends that they never actually went to the Hecate cabin, and instead asked one of Minghao’s bunk mates if they had seen him. The Hecate cabin freaked Y/N out. 

“He can’t be too far, and I doubt he would willingly get in the water knowing the rumors. Maybe he’ll show up again at dinner tonight?” Seokmin suggested. 

Yeah. Maybe.

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Later, the three friends, along with their recent Capture the Flag winner, Seungcheol, son of Ares, God of War, walked to the dining pavilion. Seungcheol was a good friend to the group, usually acting as a strong father figure to the others, but definitely wasn’t afraid to let loose, something that his father clearly lacked in. 

Being the worry wart she was, Y/N, of course, asked Seungcheol if he had seen her boyfriend. 

“I saw him yesterday around,” he looked up as if he was rolling his eyes. “Noon? Maybe one?” 

Y/N sighed. “I just hope nothing happened to him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine. Don’t worry---it’s Hao, he can get himself out of everything.” 

Minghao didn’t come to dinner, and that’s when Y/N started to freak out.

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Minghao was a wonderful boyfriend, that was obvious. Of course, it was even more obvious to Seokmin, Mingyu and Seungcheol, as well as Y/N’s other two friends, Hansol and Chan, when Minghao came up to them a couple of days previous to his “disappearance”. 

“Guys, could you help me with something? And not tell Y/N about it?” Minghao pulled his capture-the-flag teammates to the side and pulled off his helmet. Looking around, he made sure nobody else was hiding around them to get them out of the game. 

“You want us to keep a secret from Y/N?” Seungcheol sighed. “Whatever it is, it’s a bad idea.” 

Seokmin and Mingyu, ever the worried friends, quickly agreed with Seungcheol. 

“No, no, no,” Minghao started. “Hear me out before you say no.” 

“Well, get on with it then.”

“I want to set up a date with Y/N. I know that she hasn't been having a good past few weeks and I want to make her feel better.” 

Seokmin nodded. “And what do you plan on doing for her?”

“Well,” Minghao moved his sword from his right hand to his left. “I want to set up a picnic in the strawberry fields, but I don’t want Y/N to try and find me. Would you be able to keep my whereabouts a secret after I see her tomorrow?” 

Hansol, who was silent up until now, spoke up. “I’m down, just don’t send her after us. I don’t want to get beat for lying to her.” 

Chan quickly nodded his head --- it looked painful to Minghao. “I second that, have you ever been hit by Y/N? It hurts!” 

“I guess I agree,” Seungcheol said after patting Chan on the shoulder. “Just don’t come up with a lie that gets us into trouble.”

“Why did he think it was a good idea for his excuse to be the lake? That might just have been the stupidest thing that has ever come out of Minghao’s mouth.” 

Seokmin quickly agreed with Hansol’s statement. “Yeah, seriously. I’m almost worried that Y/N will throw herself into the lake in order to find him.” 

The two, who were sitting out front of the Demeter cabin, waiting for Junhui to come out, complained. 

“I certainly would have to agree,” Junhui scared the two as he opened the door to his cabin as quietly as he could. 

“Jeez Junnie! A little warning would be nice.” Seokmin put his hand on his chest. 

Junhui laughed. “By the way, Seokkie, you shouldn’t have to worry too much. Y/N is supposed to be led to the strawberry fields soon anyway.” 

“Who is taking her there again?” Hansol looked at Junhui who still stood behind the two. 

“I think it’s Jeonghan. You know how much Y/N trusts every word out of his mouth.” 

Seokmin scoffed. “Yeah, he’s the first person whose words I would believe without a second thought."

As Seokmin said that, Joshua and Seungcheol walked over to join the group, their sword fighting practice having ended just minutes before. 

“Hey Shua, Cheol, how was practice?” Hansol asked the two oldest. 

“It was good,” Joshua started. “I’m not sure how I feel about Chan asking if he could join us. You know how competitive he is, and with Cheol there, I got scared.” 

Junhui smiled. “Ah, Chan, he’s always so excited to learn and improve.” 

“Yeah, but it’s better when he’s getting his ass kicked by Y/N rather than Cheol. Even if he loses to Y/N, she still goes easy on him. Cheol just goes all out.” 

“Hey! You know I wouldn’t hurt Chan!” Seungcheol smacked Joshua’s right shoulder. “But speaking of Y/N, she’s being led by Jeonghan out to the fields right now.”

“Why are we going this way? I thought you were taking me to the lake so I could look for Minghao?” 

“Just---hang on, okay? I want to show you something, it’ll be really quick and then we can look by the lake again.” 

Y/N sighed in defeat and let herself be dragged by Jeonghan across the camp to the strawberry fields. 

“Why are we here? It’s starting to get dark.” 

“Well, look at the field.” 

As Jeonghan said that, Y/N turned towards the fields, and there stood her boyfriend, flowers in his hand and a picnic blanket at his feet in between the rows of strawberry bushes. The sunset behind him made the sight even more ethereal. 

Covering her mouth with her hand, Y/N gasped. “No…” She looked to the side to see Jeonghan’s reaction, only to see the tree that he was leaning against seconds ago. 

“Minghao? What…is this?” Y/N walked through the little paths, avoiding stepping on the bushes, and stopped in front of her boyfriend. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” He handed the bouquet of flowers over to Y/N. “I know you’ve been struggling with training for your quest and being head counselor. I just wanted to do something nice for you before you stress yourself out too much.” 

Wiping the tears off her face with her left hand, Y/N used her right hand to smack her boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck Minghao! How could you do this to me! I thought you died!” 

Minghao backed away from Y/N to avoid getting smacked again, all while holding his now-stinging shoulder. “Why would I have died?” 

“I was told, by your asshole friends, that you went to the lake! Alone! At night!”

“...So they’re my asshole friends now?” Minghao laughed. 

“Yes, they’re your friends! They lied to me! For two days! Friends don't lie!” 

“Awe, babe,” Minghao pulled Y/N to him in a hug. “You know I wouldn’t leave you out of the blue like that. I will always come back to you.”

The following day, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from walking into the amphitheater where Seungcheol and Chan were swordfighting, the rest of the others watching diligently on the sidelines. 

“You!” Y/N yelled, holding her sword up, the point facing Seungcheol, who was disarmed quickly after Y/N caught him off guard. “Why did you convince them to lie to me!” 

“Ha, you see, Y/N-” 

Seungcheol bolted out of the amphitheater as fast as he could, Y/N on his tail.

The others, who were still sitting on the bleachers, looked over at Chan, who just shrugged and picked up Seungcheol’s sword. 

“She requested revenge,” Minghao said from his spot by the door that Y/N and Seungcheol had just ran through. “I promise it wasn’t my idea.” 

Seokmin leaned over to whisper in Hansol’s ear, “Okay, I lied. Minghao’s the last person whose words I would believe without question.”

[theuniverseawakens347]

HOWARD PISSED OFF AT LEE BC SHES A FUCKING RETARD DENYING ME THE TRUTH EVEN THOUGH IVE SAID IT A MILLION AND ONE TIMES WAY OVER AND THEN SOME WOTHOUT THIS BODY FIGURE BEING HERE ..

LEE IM IN A CAR FOR 8months SHE THINKS THE LIBRARY HAS THIS INFORMATION

Or Vivicca cause they knew each other as kids ..

HOW ELSE WOULD I KNOW LEE OWNS OPRAH AS A SLAVE EGG DONOR TO VIVVICA SHANYCE MURPHY MOMS NICOLE ..

LEE GIVE IT UP.. THE WORLD KNOW YOU HAD A MICRO PENIS

SNOOP FUCKED TOU IN THE ASS AND TOLD YOU AT SUPER BOWL HE REMEMBERS FLAT ASS ANN

But NOONE WAS GOING TO OAY FOR A GOOD BBL BC YOU FUCKED EVERYONE ROYALLY OUT OF MONEY WHEN DEATH ROW STARTED ALSO A REAET TO MY FAMILY ORIGINAL LINE / ME MEMORY 🖕🏽 gilbrina reset.. YOU ARE WHITE DORIS SHE WAS A BLACK LADY YOU.. EGG TWINS BIRTH OUT A BLACK AND WHITE COOCHIE…

YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAME FROM AND IVE SAID IT A FEW DIFFERENT WAYS BUT ALL CORRECT ..

[biosurvive]

Straddles Chris' lap bc why not straddle big husband

@deadaim

Chris wasn't surprised when Leon finally emerged from the bedroom only to immediately plop himself across his lap. Chuckling warmly, his arms snake around him in a tight and warm embrace, taking great lengths to make sure the smaller man was pressed against the expanse of his chest. " Morning, sunshine. " He teases, knowing full well it was almost noon. He could have woke Leon up, but the man was so bone-dead tired and he for once looked so serene nestled in the blankets and pillows that he made the executive decision to let him sleep. If Hunnigan or someone else needed him they would just have to wait.

" Are you hungry? " He asks, pressing his lips the crown of Leon's head. " I can make something, or coffee if you think you need it. " Pausing for a moment, he tightens his hold, face buried affectionately in Leon's hair. " Or we can just stay like this for a while... " Leon needed sleep, but Chris had a theory that his lover needed just as much physical affection, he understood, sometimes all you need is another person's arms to anchor you to this world if you feel yourself slipping off into somewhere dark. " I have you. " He warmly whispers, the palm of his hand already rubbing a soothing circle along the agent's back and shoulder blades.

[just-some-random-blogger]

happy Valentines day, me lovie! you better feel all the love im mentally giving you! we dont really celebrate it but if you do, hope today you fell x1000 loved than usual if its possible. 'you made a tie from scratch' yeah its a gift for a friend. 'I FELT SO BAD THAT MY GRANDMA HAD TO DO THAT' ig she wasnt feeling that bad bc she did it for you and (i hope) she loves you. im sorry for your dressmaking elective( i liked them at school. 'i was really tired cos i was overthinking about my assignments' oooh im so sorry for you poor girl TT im glad its ok. or was ok. hows it? 'there was unfortunately no place to bury' cities suck when it comes to these things. 'BECAUSE IF ST PETERSBURG CAN GET 30 DEGS WTF' 1) its not the north-north so the climat is more continental 2) idk what about you but i feel global warming strongly💀 its literally hotter. while in my childhood the snow in my hometown started to fall in the beginning of october, now its nearly november? its like a BIG thing. 'now you believe in science /:' ?? 'people like veiny hands on men' 1) not only 2) i like your talented hands on you, veiny or not. 'society makes me questions things about myself' our society is VERY questionable itself so? maybe we all need to make IT question itself. it has too much fetishizm about everything. when a mere part of humans body becomes not just an instrument for living but an object for filthy jokes and sexulizing? its awful. i want to talk about how beauty dont exist and all TT guys we wanted to be more open-minded and get rid of stereotypes but weve gone wrong way ig TT 'DO PART TWOS WHEN IM SO AGAINST THEM' i said if you want to! you absolutely dont have to. 'if you knew of my stark' did you forget how i literally requested the part with caraxes TT 'who’s the actor?' danila kozlovsky. you dont get it rn but i cringed SM when i found out TT he used to be a popular young actor, the most handsome. but now he makes pure cringe and acts bad TT 'force myself to be confident enough to share them' omg i didnt even know you can draw??? you totally should share EVERYTHING you want. They keep talkin’, I keep walkin' yk? itzys not lying. ensaymada looks good. im so sorry for what it did to you TT hope today you feel alright? 'I DONT GET IT' i dont know how to help you further TT 'you didnt even say anything!' im sure i did TT but ok if you dont like doctor who im not gonna foce you to watch it. im not cruel yk 'AEMMA WOULS SO BE HIS SUPPORTIVE BESTIE' #aemma and daemon chaotic besties x #vissy and yn mom besties. i believe my truth. im blind to anything else. 'i would be so sad if i knew you were a lonely eternal being' yk its literally doctor who.... i have a heartbreaking dw idea but i know no authors TT nvm. youre such a precious lovely cutie🥺 thanks for all love you give to me TT im luvluvluv you<з 'rhaenyras a baby' i said BACK then TT like when the first daemon died and all TT was rhae a baby? was aemma alive?... 'theres only one daemon and thats me' HFJJDJ how presumptuously of him esp when the daemon yn loved, was married to and waited for is the old daemon I (was he first? i dont remember). 'aegon would take it worse' no but in this case itll be even worse bc hed be completely alone. hed have noone to share this news and his feelings with... like yn is occupied with daemon, aemonds in disbelief, royal family is another thing so hes alone. alone with his broken heart, with his shock and with his alcoholism( i can imagine one (1) night vissy take daemon to event so yn have a spare night and she go to the bar it all started in to see her pretty boy. and by the end of his shift hes drinking and crying and screaming telling yn how he loved her and needed a couple of words from her but she was too busy with dae. 'if we make it past p5' its already 3 and you had so many plans... 'its like smth you say when you wanna manifest' oh cute. love learning the stories behind some media things. 'im interested' i was supposed to write it here but ive no symbols TT so stay positive! have a good day! be my valentine! take care! luv u<з

VALENTINES DAY IS A CAPITALISM PLOT BUT HAPPY HEARTS DAY

happy Valentines day, me lovie! you better feel all the love im mentally giving you!

what if i dont

we dont really celebrate it but if you do, hope today you fell x1000 loved than usual if its possible.

i dont celebrate it either but thank you <3 i appreciate it <3

'you made a tie from scratch' yeah its a gift for a friend.

AW THATS SO SWEET

'I FELT SO BAD THAT MY GRANDMA HAD TO DO THAT' ig she wasnt feeling that bad bc she did it for you and (i hope) she loves you.

?????????? SHE NAMED THE CAT PUTOL FOR US?????? HAHAHAHA HELP????

im sorry for your dressmaking elective( i liked them at school.

i remember waiting for that year to end so badly because i HATED every day i had to go there

'i was really tired cos i was overthinking about my assignments' oooh im so sorry for you poor girl TT im glad its ok. or was ok. hows it?

its fine i felt super stupid cause i had no idea what to do and my head hurt and i was ont he brink of tears and i did myself a favor and escaped n wrote a pedro pascal fic to feel better. i didnt i hated it. i thought it was so unfunny and bad so i was SO T_T to touched and happy to wake up to so many people saying that they laughed so hard because of it T_T

'there was unfortunately no place to bury' cities suck when it comes to these things.

cities = L

'BECAUSE IF ST PETERSBURG CAN GET 30 DEGS WTF' 1) its not the north-north so the climat is more continental 2) idk what about you but i feel global warming strongly💀 its literally hotter. while in my childhood the snow in my hometown started to fall in the beginning of october, now its nearly november? its like a BIG thing.

NO UR SO RIGHT it used to be so aesthetically warm #goldenhour during 8am here, you could stay in the sun and get a tan. NOW 7AM SUNLIGHT BURNS ITS FUCKING CANCER ITS HORRIBLE

'now you believe in science /:' ??

HAHAH COS U WERE LIKE 0 deg is fine when i was like ITS SCIENTIFICALLY FREEZING POINT /: HAHHAAH

'people like veiny hands on men' 1) not only 2) i like your talented hands on you, veiny or not. 'society makes me questions things about myself' our society is VERY questionable itself so? maybe we all need to make IT question itself.

it has too much fetishizm about everything. when a mere part of humans body becomes not just an instrument for living but an object for filthy jokes and sexulizing? its awful. i want to talk about how beauty dont exist and all TT guys we wanted to be more open-minded and get rid of stereotypes but weve gone wrong way ig TT

ur so right. but based on this one tiktok i watched where she was a criminology major, she talked about how everything sexualized that isnt sex organs are fetish so and it really made me go, she gotta point cos a child i never understood what it was about boobs or butts? its social conditioning. ig humans just kinky and L

'DO PART TWOS WHEN IM SO AGAINST THEM' i said if you want to! you absolutely dont have to.

but i love you 😡

'if you knew of my stark' did you forget how i literally requested the part with caraxes TT

i did 😗🍵👌 #signs of aging

'who’s the actor?' danila kozlovsky. you dont get it rn but i cringed SM when i found out TT he used to be a popular young actor, the most handsome. but now he makes pure cringe and acts bad TT

WAIT OMG FR I LOVE DANILA HE WAS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I LOVE RUSSIAN NAMES BECAUSE HIS NAME IS LITERALLY 'FEMENINE' AT LEAST TO ME COS AGAIN SPAIN AND FEM SPANISH NAMES END WITH A WAIT WHY IS HE CRINGE NOW T_T i watched him in vampire academy and i LOVEEEEEDDD the film, it was such a shame they never continued and apparently the new series is SO BAD so bad that they changed danila's character who is russian to someone english, and i saw a post talking about how integral him being russian was for his character T_T so HAHAHAHAHA RIP

anyway mayhap you think its cringe but idk i love stuff like that HAHAH brb im gonna go look for vampire academy stuff AHAHA

ok im back its mixed with the tv show so i couldnt find much

'force myself to be confident enough to share them' omg i didnt even know you can draw??? you totally should share EVERYTHING you want.

T_T im trying. i have drawings on my instagram so if you want to see them theyre there

They keep talkin’, I keep walkin' yk? itzys not lying.

queens

ensaymada looks good. im so sorry for what it did to you TT hope today you feel alright?

ngl im thinking about eating one right now and my body said NO now i feel like puking T_T

'I DONT GET IT' i dont know how to help you further TT

it be like that

'you didnt even say anything!' im sure i did TT but ok if you dont like doctor who im not gonna foce you to watch it. im not cruel yk

T_T GIVE ME AN EPISODE AN EPISODE NUMBER GIVE ME IT AND ILL WATCH IT YOU WHINY BABY

'AEMMA WOULS SO BE HIS SUPPORTIVE BESTIE' #aemma and daemon chaotic besties x #vissy and yn mom besties. i believe my truth. im blind to anything else.

YOUR TRUTH IS SO CANON

'i would be so sad if i knew you were a lonely eternal being' yk its literally doctor who.... i have a heartbreaking dw idea but i know no authors TT nvm.

you can tell me. i know the doctor well enough to write it if i wanted. all i need is those 3 episodes [crack knuckles]

youre such a precious lovely cutie🥺 thanks for all love you give to me TT im luvluvluv you<з

'rhaenyras a baby' i said BACK then TT like when the first daemon died and all TT was rhae a baby? was aemma alive?...

ah ok HAHAH. idk we'll see how everyone reacts. nah yn is her second wife. daemon karate chopped rhea like the rat he is cos hes a man bOOO ok NVM NVM I WANT READER TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH AEMMA SO NO SHE IS DAEMONS FIRST WIFE THE ONE AND THE ONLY <3

'theres only one daemon and thats me' HFJJDJ how presumptuously of him esp when the daemon yn loved, was married to and waited for is the old daemon I (was he first? i dont remember).

i made him the first. i did breath research and i think he actually is the first and if he wasnt stfu he was. and YES this man is as audacious as it can get. he got it twisted. though to be fair, he IS the daemon I reincarnated so he's technically also not wrong he IS the only one that matters

'aegon would take it worse' no but in this case itll be even worse bc hed be completely alone. hed have noone to share this news and his feelings with...

brb going to change my mind about who yn ends up with

like yn is occupied with daemon, aemonds in disbelief, royal family is another thing so hes alone. alone with his broken heart, with his shock and with his alcoholism

watch me make the yn and the aegon pipelines real

( i can imagine one (1) night vissy take daemon to event so yn have a spare night and she go to the bar it all started in to see her pretty boy. and by the end of his shift hes drinking and crying and screaming telling yn how he loved her and needed a couple of words from her but she was too busy with dae.

HELP. ok. im going to add that.

if we make it past p5' its already 3 and you had so many plans...

SHUT UP. let me finish this fic in 5 parts dammit T_T

'its like smth you say when you wanna manifest' oh cute. love learning the stories behind some media things.

HAHAHAHAH you know that married member in BigBang? Taeyang? apparent his wife did that too so the more you know. a lot posters in the ph used those two things in posts haha

'im interested' i was supposed to write it here but ive no symbols TT

HAAAHA ok

so stay positive! have a good day! be my valentine! take care! luv u<з

im hungry. i hope you also have and will continue to have a good day <3 i love you take care of yourself

xxx

[kyufessions]

HYUNJAE - DAHLIA

meaning: dahlia’s represent warnings and change

pairings: noncommittal! hyunjae x office worker! g.n. reader

synopsis: jaehyun was never one to enjoy change in his life- that was until you came along.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of sexual acts but not described, bit of distaste / awkwardness between reader x hyunjae but not for long

a/n: i took my time with this one idk why i think it’s bc i was so into it for some reason. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one ! it’s one of my favs i’ve written so far. love tropes like this make me happy </3

if there was one thing hyunjae hated, it was change. he loved comfortability, he thrived within it. so when his friend, younghoon, got promoted to another floor and someone else entered his cubicle to take his place, it was safe to say he disliked the situation.

“come on, it won’t be so bad. i know you’ll miss me but i’ll come visit when i can.” younghoon teased as he ruffled up his friend's hair.

hyunjae pouted, scrunching up his nose and fixing his hair right away. “i’ll survive without you, we’re next door neighbors after all.” he watched his friend take a swig of soju as the chatter of passersby was drowned out. “i just don’t want to have to deal with someone new.”

“you know, for an extrovert you really hate people don’t you?” the older teased, letting out a chuckle as his friend rolled his eyes in response.

“it’s not that, hoon. i just don’t want them messing up what i have going on.” hyunjae loosened his tie as he spoke, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

“you’ve been in the same position for three years, been messing around with sunhee for the past year and have lived in the same apartment building for the past four and a half.” younghoon shook his head, in disbelief of his friends life. “how could you be so happy? don’t you want to like, grow in life? or at least in your career?”

the younger scoffed before taking his last shot of soju, beginning to pack up the leftover food from their dinner stop on the way home. “i like how my life is, dad.” he joked, playfully glaring at the man across from him. “i don’t like too much change. besides, i’ve been thinking of working towards a promotion recently. or at least a raise. i also enjoy having you as a neighbor, so you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

the next day hyunjae came to work a bit early to help younghoon pack up his desk. it was his first day to the fifth floor and to say he was excited was an understatement, but deep down he would miss his desk-mate-turned-best-friend. he grew to love hyunjae, despite him being quite aggravating at times but in the most loving way possible.

as they finished packing, someone walked towards the cubicle with a small box and approached younghoon shyly. “hi, i’m y/n y/l/n. i was told you’re younghoon? im your replacement.”

hyunjae stared at you, watching your movements as you listened to younghoon explain things to you about the office and day-to-day business. he found you pretty, even greeted you politely at one point to be welcoming. just because he wasn’t happy about this new arrangement didn’t mean he was going to be an asshole, he knew to treat you with respect because at the end of the day it was the universe messing up his mojo, not you.

you noticed how around noon hyunjae left for twenty minutes then came back, his shirt newly wrinkled and hair slightly out of place. you just shrugged your shoulders, not caring too much and just going back to your work. the man didn’t speak to you much, voluntarily anyway. if you had a question, he happily answered. the rest of the day was smooth, up until the last hour when a coworker kept bugging him to leave work early.

“come on, hyunnie. no one’s going to notice. besides,” she lowers her voice, leaning down towards his ear to whisper so only he could hear but man, she sucked at whispering. “i’m still a bit frustrated from earlier.”

ah, they had sex. that makes sense. hyunjae looked to the side, noticing you looking at them but staring back at your computer when his eyes met yours for a split second. his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he looked over at sunhee.

“just meet me at my apartment in an hour, yeah? i’ll be there on the dot, i promise.” he replied, smiling at her as he winked flirtatiously.

and with that, sunhee left the cubicle with her extra key to his apartment, getting ready to head towards his apartment and wait for him there.

“please learn to whisper better.” you retorted, holding back a small chuckle.

hyunjae snapped his head at you, raising a brow. “don’t be so nosy.”

“then don’t be so obvious.”

the next hour went by without even so much as a glance between you two, not even bothering to say goodnight to one another. you were the first the leave for the day, gathering your items and walking home for the day. as you walked past hyunjae, he just stared at you. he was curious about you, but at the end of the day he knew he’d do nothing about it. why add someone else into his life when he was content with how everything currently was?

that night, you lay in bed as you attempted to read a new book you picked up at the local bookstore down the street from your apartment. you say attempt because above you was your neighbor who you had yet to meet, making as much noise as humanly possible with their partner. you weren’t one to complain about much, keeping to yourself as much as possible and not really finding anything to be unhappy about in life. but when you were just trying to read a book this good as you snacked on your strawberries, especially at almost ten at night when they’ve been going at it for three hours, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you slipped on some sneakers and made your way to the stairs, walking up towards the apartment that was providing you with annoyance. as you raised your hand to knock harshly on the door, out came the neighbor that just so happened to be younghoon. you bowed at him slightly, greeting him with a simple hello before knocking on the door.

“so you’re the one who moved in downstairs yesterday?” he asked you.

you nodded in response. “is this neighbor always so loud?“ you asked him, hoping he’d say no.

“well-“ he was cut off as the door swung open.

you were met with a half dressed hyunjae, grey sweatpants being the only thing he was wearing as his abs were fully exposed for all to see. you heard him mumble a ‘shit’ as he hid behind his door in an attempt to cover himself, assuming it would be younghoon to knock and not another neighbor- let alone you.

“what are you doing here?” he whispered, still hiding behind his front door.

“nice to see you outside of work, mister lee hyunjae.” you teased, smiling at him annoyingly. he just rolled his eyes, motioning for you to move on with your sentence. “just please keep it down, please. i’m trying to read and you and sunhee have been at it for hours. thanks.”

and with that, you turned on your heels and walked down the stairs back towards your humble abode. an hour passed and you heard nothing too vulgar, just the occasional moan or grunt. this new chapter of your life was going to be interesting, you thought to yourself as you plopped a strawberry into your mouth.

the next day wasn’t as awkward as you thought it might be. you both greeted each other good morning and went about your day, filing papers and working on sheets on your computers and on paper. as lunch time came along you decided to buy something from the cafeteria downstairs. you had thought you were going to sit by yourself until you saw a lonely younghoon, signaling for you to have lunch with him.

for the next hour and a half, you both enjoyed the surprisingly delicious food provided to you both and got to know each other. he was actually really nice, someone who you thought you could get close with. hyunjae, on the other hand, was starting to annoy you. sure, it was only your second day but he really knew how to mess up first impressions.

“can i ask you a quick question, if you don’t mind?” you asked him. younghoon nodded as he took a bite of his sandwich, awaiting said-question. “so are hyunjae and sunhee, like, a thing, or? because they’re so awkward to be around.”

younghoon covered his mouth as he let out a small laugh, swallowing quickly before responding to you. “they’re a fling, if anything. sorry about that, they can be annoying together.”

you shook your head, playing with the chopsticks on your tray. “it’s not your fault they’re the way they are. i just wish it was more bearable.”

“he’ll come around, just give it time.”

and give it time you did. you waited weeks for hyunjae to become the littlest bit open to you, even spark conversation with him that wasn’t about work. but he never did. you even asked younghoon if you ever did anything to him but he just kept saying how hyunjae didn’t really like people too much. to you that felt like a lie. he was so friendly with everyone else but with you he was cold. and you were his cubicle make for fucks sake, so what was his problem?

truth be told, hyunjae wasn’t sure how to approach you in a friendly manner. whenever he wanted to, he felt himself pulling away from doing so. as previously stated, he didn’t want any new friends to come in and change up his life any more than it had started to since younghoon got promoted to another floor. but being in a cubicle with you nine hours a day, not even making any small conversation with you about something other than work, was starting to drive him crazy. for the past two years he had enjoyed his time with younghoon and their conversational banter. he missed it. but did he miss that itself or younghoon? that’s what he was deciding.

on one of the nights where younghoon and hyunjae normally caught dinner on their way home, the older decided to invite you as well. five minutes before you and your cubicle mate had to leave for the day, younghoon appeared and greeted you both.

“you guys ready for dinner?” younghoon questioned with a smirk on his face.

“what do you mean ‘you guys’?” hyunjae responded as he continued to pack up, reality not setting in for him yet.

“i invited y/n with us tonight.”

as those words left younghoon’s mouth his eyes widened. he looked at you then younghoon, shrugging his shoulders before picking up his bag and standing up. all he said was a simple ‘okay’, no emotion evident in his tone.

you both sat down with your meals at a table outside, enjoying the light spring breeze as the cherry blossoms fell with grace. conversation flowed between you and younghoon naturally as hyunjae sat there, only offering hums in either agreement or disagreements with occasional nods. until his friend decided to speak up.

“jae, can you contribute to this conversation? you’re cubicle mates for crying out loud, act like it instead of a stranger.” younghoon said rather annoyedly as he shoved a rice cake in his mouth.

hyunjae was caught off guard, looking at his friend surprised. “i-“

“he’s right, you know.” you commented, cutting him off as he stuttered. “just because i called you out for being inappropriate with sunhee during work for making me uncomfortable doesn’t mean i’m some kind of asshole.”

you both turned to younghoon as he choked on his water mid-sip, not knowing of this situation that occurred. you both glared at him, making him mumble an apology before going back to stuffing his mouth with the remainder of his rice cakes.

“that’s not why i’m quiet around you. it’s just that that was awkward, and since then i don’t know how to act around you. especially since you saw me shirtless.”

you nodded, taking a sip of the soda in your cup. “that was for a split second before you hid behind the door in embarrassment.”

“it wasn’t in embarrassment-“

“it seemed like it.” younghoon interrupted, looking between you both before landing on his friend. “your cheeks were starting to redden and everything.” he started pointing to his cheeks, holding back a smirk as hyunjae swatted away his hands.

“i-“ he sighed, running a hand through his hair before meeting your eyes again. “i’m sorry. can we just, start over or something?”

just like that, things changed between you both. hyunjae wasn’t sure how it happened, but you both ended up becoming close work friends and friendly neighbors after work hours. you even join both hyunjae and younghoon sometimes for dinner, separating into your own apartments for the night. even people in the office started to realize the shift between you and your cubicle mate. the quiet laughter, the occasional glances, always going and coming from lunch together. even sunhee noticed the change, feeling uncomfortable about it.

“hyunnie, you’d tell me if you wanted to end things right?” she asked one night as she laid her head on his chest after their activities, drawing circles on his stomach.

he nodded as his arms laid behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “now that you mention that, i think we should talk.” and with that, he ended his year and a half fling with sunhee. he was starting to feel it was time to move on from his relationship with sunhee, wanting to find something real with someone for once in life.

“it’s because of y/n, isn’t it?” younghoon asked as both of them walked home after dinner together, you having to stay late at work for a project.

all hyunjae could do was shrug as he sipped on a cherry vanilla cola, looking straight ahead to avoid his friends teasing gaze. “i don’t know, i don’t think so. whyd you ask?”

“you’re drinking their favorite soda, you never drink soda. you’ve been working extra hard at work lately, the boss has been telling me. you even stayed late some nights this week? you’ve never done that before. ever.”

hyunjae looked down at the soda bottle, realizing younghoon was right. he thought about it as weeks passed him by, about why he was suddenly working so hard when he hadn’t before. and when he came to the realization that it was because of you, that’s when he got a bit nervous. he was working hard to impress you, to hopefully receive that raise he previously mentioned to younghoon so he would in the future be able to afford a nicer living situation, a living situation in where you both shared a nicer apartment or even a home. he wanted to be able to afford to spoil you, even take you on dates in the future. but he soon snapped back to reality as he realized he was getting ahead of himself considering he hadn’t even confessed to you yet.

one night as you were finishing up a file you had been working on for the last week, smiling proudly as you were about to finish it, your boss came up to you.

“Mx. y/l/n and Mr. Lee, would you mind staying late tonight to finish up this quick project?” Sangyeon looked down at his watch, calculating how long it would take for you to finish. “It shouldn’t take too long if you work on it together, should be done by eight.”

you both agreed, asking if it was okay to order food for both of you and sangyeon saying it was alright. when the mcdonald’s arrived at the office, you both started working on the project immediately. nothing much was spoken about other than work until another person walked into the office. both of you looked at each other confused since it was only supposed to be you two and the night janitors. when sunhee came into view, looking angered, hyunjae immediately stood up to go calm her down.

“hey sunhee, what’s wrong?” he asked her, pulling her into the break room away from you. he knew why she was angry, he knew her all too well.

“i miss you.” she practically yelled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “i need you. i’ll do anything. i just want you.”

hyunjae unraveled her arms from around his neck, putting a space between them both. “i want something serious and you don’t, sunhee. we discussed this-“

“i’ll change, i promise. we can be serious!” she took a step forth, making hyunjae take a step back.

he shook his head, running a tired hand through his hair. “it’s not you i want a serious relationship with. i’m sorry.”

hearing those words made her heart crush, because truth be told she really did like hyunjae. after six months she started to see him in a different light but never told him because she just knew he only saw her as someone to mess with and no one to spend the rest of his days with. she just nodded, apologized, and walked out of the room and out of the building.

you watched as she tucked hair behind her ear, a singular tear shining in the dimming office light. you wanted to say something but you weren’t sure what, so you just stared at her feeling bad as she left the office. when hyunjae came out of the break room, you watched as he sat back down next to you like before.

“where were we?” he said, ignoring what just happened between him and sunhee.

“are we just going to ignore what happened just now? she left in tears.” you responded to him, grabbing one of his friends and popping it into your mouth. “are you guys done or something?

he glared at you playfully as you smiled at him while chewing on the fry, smiling afterwards. “yeah, we have been for a bit but she wanted to get back together.”

you cocked your head to the side as you took a sip of your sprite, confusion washing over you. “why not? i thought you liked her?”

“i do but not like that. i like her as a person but i can’t see myself growing old with her.” he admitted, sipping on his cola and shrugging his shoulders.

you nodded, humming in agreement as you set your drink aside and put your head in your hand as you propped your elbow up on the desk table. “i get it.” you smiled at him, wiggling your brows in a joking manner. “look at you, wanting to commit and shit. you’re growing up.”

hyunjae copied your move, his chin in his hand as he smiled loving at you with a roll of his eyes. “yeah, yeah. whatever. it’s not my fault, i can’t help how i feel.”

you suddenly felt your heart pick up in pace, swearing if it were any louder the man only inches from you would be able to hear. as you grew closer to hyunjae, you felt yourself being pulled in by his charm and good looks. at first you only liked him as a friend, but as you got to know him better you felt yourself falling for him. you confided in younghoon about your feelings regarding hyunjae sometimes, and he always told you to admit to him. but up until now you thought he was still in his situationship with sunhee. but now that you knew he wasn’t, you decided it was now or never.

“hyunjae-“

“can i kiss you?” he interrupted as he stared at you lovingly, not caring that he cut you off.

without answering, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a fiery passion. in the moment, neither of you cared that you were in the middle of your workplace and how any janitor could walk in at any moment and catch you two. the only thing that mattered was his lips finally on yours, and how they both moved in sync with one another. his hands traveled to your waist to pull your bodies together while your hands traveled from around his neck to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.

as your lips cemented together, all you both could feel was firework after firework. this was something you had never felt before, and hyunjae was feeling the same on his end as well. he had never wanted to melt into someone more than he did in this moment, never wanting to let you go in fear he would lose you. he always wanted to just sleep around, never wanting to commit to anyone because no one had ever really kept his interest long enough to do so. but when you came along, he felt the universe pulling him towards you. he felt like he was meant to be in your life, and he was one to never really ignore the universe’s wishes.

when you pulled apart from each other, it took a few seconds to regain a normal breathing pattern. hyunjae brought his one hand up, tracing your curves as he cupped your cheek and grazed the bottom of your lip with his thumb lightly. you smiled, placing a small peck on his thumb as it glided past your parted lips. he chuckled, placing a quick soft kiss on your lips before pulling back to view your face in full.

“god, you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, caressing your cheek and smiling when you leaned into his touch. for a few moments you just stared at one another, feeling on top of the world. then hyunjae cleared his throat, feeling his confidence erupt within him. “did you want to go on a date tomorrow night?”

you nodded, laughing as you pecked his lips once more before pulling away to steal one of his nuggets. “i’d be happy to.”

[carlosfruitsnacks]

Could I request a Carlos x fem!reader

Where Carlos and reader have been friends for long, but ppl still bullied reader secretly. One day, reader get’s hurt and Carlos finds out and is pissed (everyone relates to him being angry). While reader is being treated Carlos goes to avenge, Milo and Mira try to stop him. But the only one who can truly stop Carlos from his rage cloud is reader. He calms down, and feels guilty “sorry I couldn’t protect you better”. And reader being like but you dont have to, and him being like, I want to. And stuff like that. Sorry if it’s too specific and so long! (Also, Abuela and Pepa not scolding him for it bc 1- they kinda relate 2- they saw how Carlos looks at reader. A story where Carlos fight but don’t get punished for it 😂)

"Mi Salvador"

summary:

— Carlos cherished you in every way and wants nothing but the best for you. Yet it seemed as though you've been secretly getting anything but the best and eventually he learns the truth and boy, he was a hot and boiling ball full of rage. Carlos was guilty of not being the one who protects you.

genre:

— fluff with a little bit of angst

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— depictions of violence & assault

hello anon! I hope you like this one :>

You and he have been stuck to the hip since children, everybody felt odd about the chemistry you two developed. You and Carlos were complete opposites. He was brash and bold and you were soft and shy. Yet despite having various contrasts, you and he had a connection like no other. You completed one another. Carlos may not be the most sympathetic guy but you taught him how to be one and in return he gave you the world.

Carlos and you have this bond that nobody can easily fathom. You and he will have this some sort of telepathic conversation with nods and hand gestures, akin to playing charades, then one of you would react funnily. Even Camilo was baffled to see his twin gaining friendship.

Today was not different. You'll wake up and meet up with Carlos by the town's square, on your basically favorite hangout spot by the fountain. He's often the first to arrive, greeting you with a teasing smirk. You two would eat an empanada or more by the fountain, talking about whatever. And about noon, both of you would separate ways for a moment to do chores or something else. During that duration without Carlos comes the most terrifying part of your day.

You're walking as fast as you can to reach the comfort of your home but as always, a group of teens would block your way. You cowered, feeling your legs shake as your fight or flight mode kicks in. You choose to flee but someone grabs you by the arm and roughly yanks you back.

"Be-Benjo-!"

You squeaked at the boy with raven hair and mischievous chocolate eyes. Benjo was a very attractive boy if it weren't for his horrible attitude.

"hola ratoncito"

He purred and grabs both of your shoulders, he leans his lips near your ears, taunting you.

"Alone again, I see"

You gulped and tried to free yourself but he traps you in his arms causing you to become squeamish. Benjo pinches your cheek firmly

"Ah so soft. ¡Tan preciosa y vulnerable! And all mine"

"Please leave me alone"

You pleaded and he gives you a laugh. Benjo pushes you down to the dusty pavement as he and his group tower over you.

"Look at you [Name], you think you're so safe whenever you're with Carlos huh? If he cares about you so much then why would he leave you to walk home and alone with us scattered around?"

Your lips begin to quiver. This has happened more than once, nobody knows that you were being bullied because you were scared of telling. If you were to tell someone, they might not believe you and if ever Benjo found out you're trying to get him in trouble, he'll double the harassment. You tried but it seemed like trying to get help would make everything worse.

"I bet Carlos is just playing with you by letting you fall into danger, huh? If he cared then why isn't he here to save you now? Where's tu salvador?"

You know Benjo is lying and he's only trying to get in your head. You knew Carlos, he cares for you, he loves you because you're his best friend. Yet there's this little voice in your head that gives you doubt, what if Benjo was right? Before you knew it, your eyes begin to water.

"Aww, pobre ratoncito"

Benjo coos as his friends laughed at you.

"God, you're so pathetic [Name]. What were you thinking? A girl like you won't survive on her own, being soft and kind won't get you anywhere. Consider this as free advice from me"

He grabs your chin while tears flow violently from your eyes, Benjo sneered at your helplessness.

"You're such a fucking crybaby. Sooner, Carlos would grow tired of you and throw you away, nobody will ever want you"

With his final words, Benjo delivers a punch on your nose. You were thrown back with a scream stuck on your throat. You were beyond shaking as you reached to touch your nose, blood begins to exit your nostrils. Your eyes widen, footsteps approach you as you try to crawl back but somebody stops you with a kick to your abdomen. Benjo smacks you hard on the head and suddenly your vision starts to fade.

"Nobody will ever want you, stupid girl"

These were the last words you heard before you blacked out on the dirty pavement.

You gained consciousness and found yourself lying in an alleyway. Immediately, you tried to stand up but your body begins to ache. You winced as your eyes watered. You leaned against the wall for support and tried to stand up. Your vision was a bit hazy but you were determined to get back home before anybody sees you. This has happened several times yet each moment you encounter Benjo it appears to only get worse. You didn't understand why they were so cruel, even if you tried to ask you're too afraid to get the words out.

As you limped your way home, you rushed towards the bathroom. You saw your reflection, your face was full of dirt and smears of your blood, there's a bruise on your nose but it wasn't obvious. You quickly started washing up and patching all the wounds on your body. By the time you finished, it was getting dark outside.

Shit, I was supposed to meet up with Carlos an hour ago!

You rushed outside, ignoring the remaining pain all over your body. You practically ran to your usual meeting spot, you let out a heavy sigh when you spot Carlos waiting impatiently with crossed arms. He sees you and suddenly his hard expression turns gentle as you approached him.

"¡Lo siento, Carlos! I-I got too caught up with my chores"

You chuckled as you lied, honestly, it hurt that you have to lie to the person you trust the most but it was for the better. Carlos playfully rolls his eyes.

"Dios mio, I thought something bad has happened to you, not that I was worried"

Carlos smirked as he joked, then he gives you a light punch on your shoulder causing you to cry out in pain. He freezes as you felt your blood turn cold.

"Hey, are you alrigh-"

"I'm fine! I'm fine! I just...finished doing this difficult chore! And I kinda hit my shoulder while doing it but nothing too bad!"

You were praying silently that Carlos would take your excuse, you almost collapsed in relief when he scoffs at you.

"Sheesh, you should've called me for help you clumsy girl"

Carlos says with a hand on his hip while he sassed, you waved him off.

"Come on, I'm okay! I can handle things on my own"

Carlos gives you a suspicious look so you rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder. His face morphs into amusement as he snickered.

"Whatever. Want some of tía's arepas for that?"

He asks and pointed at your aching shoulder.

"Sure"

You reply. Carlos leads you to la casa Madrigal, the moment you sat down in Julieta's kitchen and ate one of her arepas, your whole body felt so much lighter and it was so refreshing. You decided to have dinner with the Madrigals. Nobody has to know everything you're going through, you'll just get in their way, especially Carlos. As long as he doesn't see any cuts and bruises you'll be fine even if you don't know how much longer can you tolerate it all. It all only started with cruel words until they started getting physical, but nothing it's you can't handle.

You munched on your food and smiled along with the Madrigal family, oblivious to Carlos' worried stare.

Oddly, you went this morning to meet Carlos by the fountain to not see him there. That was strange considering he never skipped a day to meet up at your favorite place. You sat there for a while thinking maybe he was just late. An hour and a half passed and Carlos didn't show up, you frowned to yourself. Perhaps something urgent happened that he needed to take care of? Whatever the case is, you decided to just return to the town' square later.

You dreaded your walk back home, you knew deep down in your gut that Benjo and his friends is going to come and harass you again. Your biggest fear has been confirmed when Benjo does appear in front of you, his friends not too far behind. Your whole body starts to shake as fear consumes you. Your mind screams for you to run and you did. However, when your head turned, someone grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back. You come face to face with Benjo.

"Ple-please Be-Benjo don-don't"

You stammered. His face displayed pure displease of you pleading so he grabs your chin to look at him dead in the eye.

"And just where do you think you're going, ratoncito?"

Benjo growled at you, tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. His grip on your chin was so hard that you're afraid he's about to break your jaw. Eventually, he lets go and looks the other way. You were standing still like a statue, you begin to cry and hiccup as you feel his friends approaching. Your mouth was shaking, unable to form or say any sentences because of the sheer fright you were experiencing. The expression on your face displayed how you were imagining the horror Benjo was about to do. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes unable to stop watering, and your mouth kept moving and creating incoherent sounds caused by your fear of him.

"Will you STOP being noisy?!"

Suddenly, Benjo turns and swiftly plants a solid punch on your face, you scream then stumble down to the pavement. You hold your cheek and begin to panic, your heart was beating so loud that you can hear it in your ears. Your vision was blurry because of the tears that kept flowing down your face.

"Wh-why are yo-you doing this to m-me?!"

You involuntary screamed. Benjo's eyes were glowing with rage as he reaches to grab your chin again, he brings his face so close to yours that your foreheads were touching.

"Because you're nothing but a lousy and stupid bitch! You keep getting into my nerves by squeaking like a fucking mouse!"

Benjo growled at you. Your breathing becomes labored, forgetting to take a breath because of the horror you were encountering. You kept sobbing loudly in front of him.

"Ben-Benjo ple-please-"

He grips your blouse and punches you again. You fall back as he stands up to kick you in the stomach. You continue bawling on the pavement, drool drips out of your mouth as you struggled to breathe through the pain. Benjo scoffs at you with disgust then leaves you after inflicting more injuries.

Meanwhile, Carlos panicked as he got dressed and literally tripped his way out of the house. Mierda, he's so late! He was supposed to meet you an hour ago! He woke up late because he was thinking about you all night. As he arrived by the fountain, you were not there and his heart dropped with disappointment. He hoped you weren't mad at him. Carlos decided to visit your house in case you were there.

On his way, he saw a figure lying on the street and they were crying nonstop. Carlos stops and looked at the person more carefully. When he saw your face with bruises and blood, Carlos' brain stops functioning. You were lying alone on the street, badly hurt and sobbing. It was the last thing he wanted to see. At a speed faster than a second, Carlos rushes to you. The moment he got close, his heart was crushed to bits and pieces. You looked like a mess, when you meet his eyes, he felt a thousand times worse as you start reaching your arms to him. Carlos carefully holds you and helps you up to your feet. He couldn't stand hearing you mumble unclear sentences as you clung unto him for dear life. Immediately, he carries you back to his house.

Carlos kept thinking who had the nerve to hurt you to that extent? His hands begin to shake as rage kicks in. Carlos has never felt angry in his entire life. Whoever hurt you would never see the sunlight again, he swears. That person would never hear the end of his wrath. Carlos heads to the kitchen and calls for his tía Julieta. She shows up and sees you horribly injured, she gasps then quickly fetches you something to eat. Others arrived at the kitchen to see the commotion, when they saw you crying so hard they all rushed to comfort you. Carlos' heart melted at the sight of his family taking care of you, but his anger was much stronger.

"Hermano, who did this to her?"

Camilo asks him with concern. Carlos' eye twitched.

"I don't know, but I will find them"

Camilo gulped at his twin, who had this unblinking gaze forward and was clearly beyond pissed. Camilo grabs Mirabel by the shoulder as he whispered to her and pointed at his brother. They watched him with worry and kept an eye out in case he goes on planning something. You were regaining your breath as Julieta slowly fed you some food, it was slowly taking effect as you sat and waited for all of your injuries to be healed. The Madrigals all let out a sigh of relief. Carlos comes to you and looks at you sternly in the eye. Your heart leaped out of your chest at his dark expression. You knew well how infuriated he can get and it scared you down to the core.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was surprisingly soft when he asked you. Unable to find any words, you only nod at him. Carlos sighs through his nose.

"Who did this to you?"

His voice turned deep and you flinched. Carlos watched you bite your lip and avoid his gaze, by this, he can tell that whoever hurt you seemed to have full control of you and it made his blood boil hotter.

"Please [Name], I just want to know who is responsible for this"

He asked more gently. He grits his teeth at each second you remain silent. Carlos balled his hands and his throat grew tight. Fine, if you won't tell him who, he'll have to find them himself. He makes his way towards the door, he was willing to search the entire land of Encanto for that fucker.

"Carlos! Hermano, we need to think this through!"

"Yeah, primo! We need to calm down first!"

Camilo and Mirabel rushed to stop Carlos from breaking somebody's neck. He growled when they tried to pull him back.

"¡Mierda! Stop it! I need to find out who fucking hurt [Name]!"

Carlos was determined to get revenge that not even his mother can stop him. You noticed the scene unfolding and you immediately reached out to him.

"Ca-Carlos!"

Suddenly, he halts and turns his head to face you. Camilo and Mirabel were stunned by the fact that Carlos was stopped by only the sound of your voice. Your eyes pleaded at him, it was full of hurt and desperation that all his anger fades away as he made his way towards you.

"I need you, please"

You whispered to him. The Madrigals decided to leave you two be, Carlos carefully wraps his arms around you. The sense of comfort and security was all you felt as he held you in his arms. You buried your face on the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. When the fury disappeared, Carlos was left to feel...guilty. He felt guilty that he wasn't there to protect you, to prevent you from getting hurt. He should've been there! He could've done something! His eyes begin to feel wet.

"[Name] I...I'm sorry"

His voice sounded timid like he was holding back a sob and it saddened you. So you pulled away and placed a hand on his cheek, his face slowly heats up by the sudden touch.

"It's okay, Carlos. Besides, I should be the one sorry"

"But why?"

"I...this wasn't the first time I got...hurt"

Carlos' face shifted into frustration but he keeps calm, he takes your hand and clasps it between his palms.

"Are you telling me they've been hurting you more than once?"

His tone was hoarse, he tried his best to remain calm for your sake.

"Yes...please don't be mad"

"But why? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

There was a pause when he asked you. It took all your might not to break down in front of him, you slowly leaned into his touch and embraced him again, craving the welcoming warmth of his body.

"I thought that...you would never care or that you grew tired of me so like...why bother-"

"What the fuck?"

Carlos never felt so offended by your words, he gently grabs the sides of your face and looks into your eyes.

"I care about you [Name]. Look, I'm sorry if it's not obvious but I do. I want to be there for you, I want to be with you all the time. I want to be the one to save you when someone tries to hurt you"

Carlos didn't realize that he was rambling and the effect does it have on you. At that second when he told you how much he cared, you were smitten. Your face felt warmer than the sun and was redder than an apple. Carlos tugged on your heartstrings that you couldn't help but fall for him.

"Oh mi salvador "

You swoon and bury yourself in his arms. He was shocked for a second but found himself flustered by the immediate affection. He sighs.

"I promise that I will try my best to protect you better"

"You don't have to"

"But I want to"

Carlos pouts and suddenly he's the most adorable person in the world. You squeal and showered him with your attention. He spent the rest of the day not leaving your side.

Carlos watched as you played with his little brother. You were laughing with Antonio as he told you stories about his animals. While he was enjoying the peaceful sight of you having fun, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Carlos turns and sees Camilo, his face scrunched up.

"What do you want?"

"We found them"

Carlos' face morphs into shock for a fraction of a second then becomes stern. Gives you one single glance then follows his brother outside. Dolores including his mother and Abuela was waiting for him, he raises a brow.

"So, who did it?"

"I heard someone talking about [Name] and how their friend beat her up yesterday, that friend was named Benjo"

Dolores informs him. Carlos' face displays realization, he knew Benjo had a mean streak like him but they were always different. He seethes, but before he could leave to find Benjo, Pepa blocks his way. He assumed that she was going to stop him from beating the guy into a pulp then she sighs.

"Be careful out there, mijo"

"Huh? You're not going to stop me, mamá?"

Carlos was baffled when his mother sighed and caressed his cheek. Abuela walks to him.

"We saw the way you look at her, Carlito. We understand the feelings you hold for her"

He was trying hard not to feel soft or endeared by Abuela's words. So he gives them a grin and an amused scoff instead.

"Well, wish me luck then"

"You better return without a scratch, mijo. Never let this happen again"

Pepa warned him as she watched her son go and give Benjo a piece of his mind. Abuela wraps an arm around her daughter's shoulder as they watched Carlos fondly.

"He grew up so fast"

A raincloud appears above them, Abuela chuckles and doesn't comment on it.

"Estoy de acuerdo. Camilo, Dolores, you mustn't tell your papá about this, okay?"

"Sí Abuela"

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[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || three: dabi's emotionally constipated. it's fine, so am i!

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: we've hit the canonical part of the timeline! four years later, dabi tells you about the league and the two of you sign up together. toga spills the beans.

content: fluff, angst

word count: 1145 words

a/n: yes i fast-fowarded four years because a) i'm lazy and b) if we went through everything that happened between the two of them before canon it'd be like 20 years later lmfaooo

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

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Four years passed like that, with you and Dabi growing closer each day. He had revealed his true name and his plans to you shortly after you told him about your Quirk, deciding it was only fair. You trusted him. He would do the same. 

There were a couple more incidents where Dabi showed up and you had to heal him, but for the most part, he tried to avoid getting hurt. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t want you absorbing his pain to heal him.

One evening he swung by the apartment with a wide, somewhat-manic grin pulling at his staples. “Hey, doll. Remember the Hero Killer and that weird hand guy, Shigaraki?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah. What about them?” You remembered that Dabi admired Stain’s ideology.

“What if I told you that Shigaraki is looking for recruits?” Dabi’s grin kept that manic attribute as he leaned against the kitchen counter. 

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “He payin’ the recruits?” 

“Hell if I know. But if I’m not wrong, we’d be gettin’ a place to stay, and food regularly—if we joined, that is.” Your eyes brightened at that, and you suddenly bore a grin that matched Dabi’s.

“So we wouldn’t be homeless anymore,” you said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I’m in if you’re in. Only if you’re in, though.” Your expression went serious. “I’m not going anywhere without you. Nugget and Boo, too, obviously.”

“Of course, doll. I wouldn’t dream of leavin’ you or those two.” He straightened up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I was thinking we could go by tomorrow. If this guy is all he says he is, we’re both one step closer to our dreams.”

Your dreams. Justice being served. Being free of the shackles clamped around your ankles by both of your parents. Being free.

“Let’s do it, pretty boy.”

The next day, Dabi came by early in the afternoon to find you still asleep with Nugget on your stomach and Boo curled up by your side. She lifted her head at the sound of Dabi’s footsteps and wagged her tail happily, thumping it against the mattress. He snorted.

“Oi, mouse.” 

“Mm?” You lifted your head and squinted. “Oh.” You groaned and shifted Nugget off your stomach, sitting up. “We really gotta leave this early?”

“Doll, it’s like… past noon.”

“Ah—hm.” Dabi laughed, shaking his head. 

“You’re somethin’ else. C’mon, we gotta go, otherwise we’ll be late,” he said, “and don’t forget your cane. I’m not giving you a piggyback ride home again.”

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up again, asshole!” You picked up your pillow and threw it at him. He dodged it and raised his hands in mock-surrender. You huffed and got up, grabbing your cane and Boo’s collar and makeshift leash (which was really just a piece of rope). She jumped up and around in circles, barking in excitement. You clasped the collar around Boo’s neck and looped the rope around it. “We’re taking Boo and Nugget with us. I’ve got Boo, you get to stick Nug in your jacket. He’ll stay there.”

Dabi rolled his eyes and lifted Nugget, sticking the little guy in his jacket and holding him there. “Course you stick me with the little shit.” 

“You love him and you know it.” You grinned and walked out with Boo prancing happily next to you. Dabi followed suit, grumbling about how having a cat’s head sticking out of his jacket wasn’t very intimidating. You simply laughed at that and kept going. 

You two walked together to meet Giran, who had a teenage girl beside him. She squealed excitedly at the sight of the two animals, bouncing on her heels excitedly. You glanced at Dabi, who shrugged.

“Dabi, you’re here! Good, good.” Giran waved with a grin. “And I see you brought your friend, too. Don’t mind Toga, she’s a little excitable.” He said nothing about Nugget and Boo, much to Dabi’s relief. You bowed with a polite smile.

“Nice to meet you, sir. I’m assuming you’ll be taking us to Shigaraki?” You asked, straightening up. Dabi rolled his eyes, amused by your act. You both knew that polite usually wasn’t in your vocabulary. 

Giran nodded and gestured to a door behind him. “Right this way.”

The introduction went well, if you ignored the fact Shigaraki, Dabi and the girl—Toga, you remembered—tried to kill each other. You were smart enough not to get involved, with no real means to defend yourself. Plus, if Boo thought you were in danger, she’d try to maul Shigaraki, and that wouldn’t end well for anyone. He had left in a huff after the mistlike man Kurogiri intervened and calmed him down. 

You, Dabi and Toga were seated around the bar, waiting to find out whether you’d be joining or not. You were next to Dabi, leaning against his shoulder and nodding off. Nugget had taken up residence in his lap, fast asleep. Toga was excitedly giving Boo pets and scratches—though she’d pouted after you had forbidden her from “cutting her up all nice and pretty.” Dabi threatened to reduce the girl to ashes if she tried anything, which seemed effective in keeping her in check.

About thirty minutes later, the door swung open and Shigaraki walked in. “You’re in. Talk to Giran about outfits and whatever you need for your rooms.” He then pointed at you and narrowed his eyes. “Keep your pets in check. Your Quirk is valuable to the party, so I’m letting this slide. Don’t make me regret it.” 

Dabi bristled at the thinly-veiled threat directed towards you, his palms heating up. You set a hand on his arm and shook your head. “Y’got it, boss,” you said quietly. After he left the room again, Dabi growled lowly.

“You’re just gonna let that slide?” He sounded pissed.

“Boo and Nugget are well-behaved, pretty boy. They’ll be fine. Remember what we talked about,” you soothed. 

Our dreams. Remember our dreams.

Dabi let it go after that, though still looked pretty peeved. Toga’s eyes darted between the two of you, and a slightly alarming smile spread across her face.

“You two are in love!” She giggled excitedly, eyes wide. You choked on your breath, caught off guard by her words. 

“I…what?” You managed, laughing nervously. There is no way this girl knows. And there’s no way Dabi is—no, not even gonna entertain that thought.

Dabi quickly moved Nugget and stood, saying something about needing air. You watched him leave and your shoulders dropped. You laughed again—this time self-deprecating.

“Sorry, Toga, but that doesn’t say “in love” to me.” The girl simply shook her head, the smile still present.

“Nope, I’m right. I can smell it! I wanna fall in love like that!”

You sighed at Toga’s strange words. 

You were not looking forward to dealing with this.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Henry characters and their preferred kink furniture... yeah dont ask i was up all night and my mind just wont stop so here we go, a shitty list that noone asked for!

@infinite-shite @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @foodieforthoughts @angryschnauzer @inlovewithhisblueeyes @viking-raider @sif-the-tsunami @luna-aestas @blakerogue @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @littlebirdofrivia @hisangelicdemon @fivequartersoftheorange @pussyverson

(Hiding under cut bc purity police might come and put me in tumblr jail 🙄😒)

August

August would have one of these bad boys! Not only can it be used for play with the convenient stockades and jump rings for chains but theres he neat little cage below. Once kitted out with some fairy lights and little matress and some food and water bowls its the perfect place to put his naughty pet princess if shes being a very very bad girl, the worst punishment is not being allowed to snuggle your master in the middle of the night! August doesn't need much else he is a tad old fashioned and like to pull you to pieces in his own bed, so this is the perfect all in one for him.

Napoleon

Now i know i know its a human bird cage but hear me out. This man is all about style, he wants the best of the best but also likes to be fancy~ and what better place to put his 'little song bird' then a bird cage, he even got you a little perch in the form of a swing~ napoleon loves nothing more then to cuff you to the bars and taunt you. A sunday of stuffing you full with toys whilst strapping you to your swing and swaying you until, you sing for him is a sunday well spent! Not only that but its a show piece, everyone knows exactly what its for and Napoleon loves to show it off, there's something about his guests knowing how kinky his little love bird is that gets his motor running~

Sherlock

Now speaking of fancy? This is the cream of the crop! Siege d'amore the comfy gilded sex chair used by kings! Sherlock has this tucked away in his office. He spends many hours working over his desk with you sprawled out over it open and 'accsessable' he likes to keep you there legs spread and pussy wet when he's working so he can 'fuck away the stress' and think clearly when he gets the urge. Which is pretty regular if you do say so yourself. Not that you mind, after all it is padded and the bottom bed area does allow for napping if you get exhausted whilst giving him easy access to your little slit even in slumber.

Walter

Okay i can't help it, I think walter would have a piece of dungeon furniture maybe a set? The man is in some dark shit. A hard dom with a capital D... or master with a capital M, not that he hasn't got the D becausethis man certainly does. And when its play time, its play time. He is practical and prone to changing his mind so would get something that is versatile, that can put you in any position that strikes his fancy. And with this bad boy? There are o many that he genuinely hasn't tested out all of them, and its not for lack of trying. He loves the fact that he can punish and reward you all on one handy little piece of furniture, though sometimes your unsure which? Because when Walt gets you on this thing you wont be getting off anytime soon... well thats debatable~

Sy

Now to say Sy was happy when he realised no one would bat an eyelash when he bought a padded saw horse to the ranch was a fucking understatement. Your spanking bench is his favourite thing on the entire ranch! And he had you on it as much as he could! Anything that kept you still and comfortable when he played with your glorious peach was perfect for him! Bent over, straddling, cuffed, tied down you name it! Sy was all over this thing- well he had you all over this thing~ and let's not get started on the fact he realised the front jump ring is to attach a collar to? Which was now used regularly to stop your squirming. This thing is a god send for sy, not only can he 'saddle up' and feast on your peach with out having to hold you still but there were never any questions about it, after peeling you off it and wiping it down he just threw a saddle over it useing it as a stand for polishing the leather!

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Lean On Me - 1.5K

Summary: You are under the weather but Harrison is there to make it better. That rhymed.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: fluff as always bc it’s me, being sick 🤢, idk prob nothing else

A/N: I started this a little over a month ago when I was sick. Picked it up again a couple of weeks ago when I got sick again. Finished it after I had a stomach bug this weekend. So if you liked it you can thank my shotty immune system.

You didn’t wake up when Harrison did. He was an early riser and you.. were not.

You were, however, a light sleeper and would usually wake up when he rolled out of bed, no matter how quiet he attempted to be.

But today when you woke up, you noticed he wasn’t there. Then, almost immediately, you noticed the aches covering your entire body.

Without even looking at the clock, you decided you could use some more sleep.

When you woke up again, you weren’t feeling any better. You decided to get up anyway and try to push through. Maybe you just needed some breakfast and to move around a bit.

You made your way into the kitchen after grabbing one of Harrison’s hoodies to help with the chills. You were staring at the open fridge for who knows how long when you felt him come up behind you.

“There’s my sleepy head.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost noon. I was starting to get worried, but figured everyone deserves a day to sleep in now and then.”

Noon? You had no idea. Sure, you slept later than Harrison, but not that late.

You were still standing in front of the fridge, processing Harrison’s information. You must have looked as confused as you felt, prompting Harrison’s next question.

“Love, are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah I don’t feel the best, but I’m okay.”

“Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll make you some lunch. Or breakfast.. Brunch!”

You gave him a small smile.

Normally you would put up more of a fight, wanting to prove your independence. Today, you didn’t feel like standing anymore. So you shuffled over to the barstool and sat down, leaning your weight on the island.

“What sounds good, darling?”

“I don’t know.”

He turned towards you and gave you a look of concern.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You do sound a little hoarse.”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what sounds good. I guess nothing sounds particularly appetizing.”

“Want to start with some toast? Some fruit? Maybe you will have more of an appetite in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Shortly after, he made the food and placed it in front of you, adding a quick kiss on your forehead as well. He pulled back and his smile fell. He placed a hand on your forehead to double check.

“Y/N. You’re burning up.”

“Really? I was freezing when I woke up.”

“Let me grab a thermometer.”

When he came back and took your temperature it confirmed his suspicions.

“You have a fever.”

“Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled while playing with the toast.

”Love, why don’t you go back to bed.”

You barely made a dent in your ‘brunch’ and your head was leaning so far forward you were practically laying on the counter.

“That sounds nice.”

“I have a Zoom meeting in a few minutes. But if you need me I can reschedule-“

“No, babe. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He looked you over to make sure you seemed fine. “I’ll come and check on you after that okay?”

“Okay.”

“Text me if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Harrison.”

You crawled back into bed and almost dozed off until your stomach started turning.

Oh no.

You jumped up and ran to your ensuite bathroom just in time to bring up the few bites of Harrison’s brunch you managed to get down. When you were sure everything was out, you used some toilet paper to wipe your mouth and flush.

Exhausted from vomiting your guts out, you did not have the energy or strength to get off the floor. It was then you realized your phone was on the bedside table if you needed Harrison, not that you would interrupt his meeting anyway.

Instead you curled up on the tile floor of the bathroom, “I’m just going to rest here for a moment.” You told yourself.

The cool tile felt good on your hot skin, as your chills had traded themselves for hot flashes. You stripped the hoodie away and used it as a makeshift pillow on the cool floor. “Just for a moment” until you regained your strength to go back to bed.

“Thanks. Bye!” Harrison ended his zoom and was anxious to check on you.

You hadn’t texted him, but he didn’t think you would anyway. You took such pride in being able to take care of yourself.

It was quiet as he made his way through the apartment and he assumed you were sleeping. When he made it to your room and the bed was empty, he was proven wrong.

Confused, he began looking around. Not seeing you in any other part of the house, he checked the bathroom. The door wasn’t shut so he quickly saw your body curled up on the bathroom floor, asleep. He noticed you were left in your tank top and sleep shorts with his hoodie now under your head, sweat sticking across your skin.

He wanted to let you sleep, but he also wanted to check in and see how you were feeling. Give you some medicine for your fever.

“Y/N?” He gently rubbed your arm. You stirred a bit before opening your eyes. “Hey, love. What happened here?”

“I threw up.” You sounded like a little kid and Harrison found it adorable.

“Yeah I kind of gathered that.” He spoke in a sweet voice still rubbing your side. “How come you’re in here and not the bed?”

“The cold felt good.” He nodded in understanding. “And I was too tired to get up.”

“You should’ve texted me.” He helped you sit up.

“I left my phone in there.” He gave you a sad nod as he rubbed your back.

“You wouldn’t have texted me even if you had your phone would you have?”

“Probably not. I don’t know. I don’t feel good.” You leaned into him and he held you.

“I know, love. I’m here now. What can I do? Do you need to get cleaned up? Do you want a cold rag?” You shook your head no.

“I just want to lie down.”

“Okay I can help with that.”

“I’m kind of dizzy.” You told him. You leaned into him further and your eyes remained shut.

“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.” He encouraged as he pulled you up. “I’ve got you.”

He slowly helped you back to bed and gathered anything you might need while you got comfortable under the covers.

“Okay. I brought a wet rag in case you get hot again, another blanket and one of my hoodies in case you get cold. Here’s a bucket and a towel in case you feel sick again. Some tissues and water. Anything else?”

“I have a headache. Could you possibly-”

“Say no more.” Less than a minute later he returns with even more items in his hands.

“Here’s some medicine for your headache and it should also help bring your fever down. Here’s the thermometer so we can check it again later. Here’s some crackers because I don’t know if you should take the medicine on an empty stomach, but if you feel sick don’t force it, but if you think you can manage it here they are.” He smiled sheepishly while placing them on the bedside table. “Here’s some Gatorade to help replenish you if you’d rather have that than water. And I brought some movies if you weren’t sleepy yet.”

He finally finished rambling about the various items he brought. You smiled up at him taking in this sweet boy and all that he was. You took the medicine while he continued.

“Or if you want to be alone and rest I can definitely do that. I can go do some wor-”

“Harrison.”

“Hmm? You need something, love?”

“Yeah.” You weakly lift your arms up towards him “Come cuddle me.” He smiled before stripping out of the nice shirt he wore for his Zoom and crawling into bed with you.

“This better?” He asked after pulling you into his arms.

You still felt the aches, the nausea, and the hot flashes, but having Harrison hold you made it better.

“It’s better.” You yawned.

He gave you a kiss on your temple, noting that you weren’t as warm as you were before.

“Why don’t you try to get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you get up. And then we’ll lay here and watch movies and I’ll make some soup.”

“Okay.” You leaned your head against his chest. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, precious.” He smiled down at you, already asleep against his chest. “Feel better.”

[4stars-uswnt]

This is the End [Tobin Heath x Reader]

requested by anon: honestly anything tobin or christen would be great (angst!!?)

A/N: i wrote this at like midnight bc that’s just when inspiration hit. also this was my first time writing angst so lemme know how it is

warnings: angst, hints at/mention of cheating

sequel

You groan, as you hang up the phone, tossing it across your bed. You had just gotten off the phone with your girlfriend of one year, Tobin Heath. Usually, you loved talking to your girlfriend, as you’d share the events of your days with each other. But lately, it seemed like all you two were doing was fighting and bickering over the smallest of things. The latest topic of discussion was Tobin’s best friend, Christen Press.

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Although you trusted your girlfriend, you couldn’t help feel insecure about and jealous of their relationship. It certainly didn’t help that you were currently stuck quarantining in Seattle for training with the Reign, and that Christen was currently living with Tobin in Portland.

When you found out the curly haired forward would be staying with your girlfriend, you were livid, starting one of your many fights.

“What do you mean she’s gonna be living with you?!” You yell, exasperatedly.

“(Y/N/N), it’s not like she can go anywhere. The whole country is basically shut down, and they cancelled all the flights.” Tobin tries to calm you.

“Well, why was she even visiting you?” The jealousy in your voice was now evident.

“She was dropping off some stuff for re-inc and the new launch.” She explains.

“How long do you think she’ll be staying?” You sigh.

“I’m sure it won’t be for that long, babe. I promise she won’t stay any longer than she has to.” She tries to reassure you, knowing you weren’t the most comfortable with the situation.

You rolled your eyes, thinking back to that conversation. ‘Not that long’ had turned into almost four months.

You had always been a little weary of Tobin and Christen’s relationship, or ‘preath’ as the fandom had coined them. It was obvious to any person that Christen had heart-eyes for the other woman, and that Tobin absolutely adored the speedy forward, whether that be as more than a friend, you didn’t know.

While you were confident in your relationship, there was always a small part of you that couldn’t help but second guess yourself and question if those ‘preath’ shippers had a point. Your current situation only increased your deprecating thoughts.

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Reaching for your phone again, you open the Twitter app, hoping to take your mind off the fight you had just had with your girlfriend. After going through a couple of posts, you passed one from a few minutes ago, mentioning both Tobin and Christen. Scrolling back up, you scanned the tweet. Your eyes widen, and you drop your phone.

“Hearing Tobin Heath and Christen Press are close to signing deals to play with Manchester United.”

Your heart stopped. Though there was more to the post, you didn’t bother continuing, as you had all the information you needed.

Normally, you would wait a couple of hours after an argument to call your girlfriend back, giving you both some time to cool off, but after seeing what you just saw, you furiously FaceTimed her.

After a couple of rings, you hear her voice.

“Hi.” You can hear the hesitancy in your girlfriend’s voice.

“Hey. Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, and I trust you, I do, and I’m sorry I get insecure sometimes.” You truly did mean your apology, but at the same time, you just wanted to ask Tobin about the rumors floating around.

“I’m sorry, too, (Y/N/N). I shouldn’t have yelled either, and I know you trust me. This whole situation just sucks, doesn’t it?”

You huff out a ‘yes’, and Tobin chuckles a little.

“So, we good?” You sheepishly ask.

Tobin practically smiles through the phone. “Yeah, we’re good.”

The two of you make small talk for a while, discussing the weather and what you have planned for the rest of the evening, until you decide you can’t wait any longer to hint at the tweet that’s been plaguing your mind.

“Anyways, when do the Thorns start training again?”

“Ummm. I dunno. In like the next week or so.” Tobin says it so nonchalantly that you can’t tell if she’s purposely avoiding the topic or she’s just chill about it, like everything else in her life.

“Well, have you been taking with Mark?” You try again, hoping she’ll tell you about the Man United loan.

“Yeah, a little.” She hums. “Why? When do you start? You meet your new coach yet?”

You let out a small sigh of defeat, before answering her and continuing the conversation. Not receiving any information from your girlfriend, you decide to drive down to Portland the next morning, not only to surprise Tobin, but hopefully to get some answers.    

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After about three hours of driving, and a stop for coffee, you reach the doorstep of Tobin’s apartment at around noon. Knocking on the door, you hear Christen’s voice.

“Oh! That must be our Sweetgreen order.”

You roll your eyes. Of course they would order Sweetgreen for lunch.

The door opens, and you stumble back at the sight in front of you. There, in the door frame stands Christen, wearing only one of Tobin’s oversized Jordan t-shirts. The two of you are just staring at each other, her with a look of guilt and shame written across her face, and you, you’re trying to conceal the pain and heartbreak you are currently feeling.

As if to confirm it all, you hear Tobin’s voice approaching from within the apartment.

“Chris! What’s the hold up? Who’s at the door?” Your girlfriend comes up behind Christen, dressed only in a sports bra and a pair of sweat paints. Her eyes widen upon seeing you standing outside her apartment.  

By now, tears are streaming down your face, as you’ve put the pieces together.

You take off running, down the hallway and out of the building, trying to go anywhere, as far away from your girlfri—— ex-girlfriend as possible.

You hear Tobin chasing after you. “Wait! (Y/N)! Let me explain.”

Catching up to you, she grabs your wrist. You turn around, pulling yourself out of her grasp.

“What?! What could you possibly say?” Your voice cracks. Tobin looks down at her feet, obviously ashamed.

“Babe—" She tries.

“NO!” You hold up your hand. “You do not get to call me that.” You sob.

“I’m sorry.” Tears begin to pool in her eyes.

You shut your eyes, willing your own tears away. “I thought you’d at least have the decency to break up with me before jumping into bed with someone else!” You yell frustratedly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “I know we’ve been going through a rough patch recently, but I thought we’d be able to work it out. I thought we were worth fighting for. I thought I was worth fighting for.” You whisper the last part, sounding defeated.

Tobin’s heart breaks at the sound of your words. Running her hands through her hair, she inwardly curses, frustrated with herself. Falling in love with two women was never easy, especially when it was with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Christen Press, two of the purest people on the planet.

“I never meant for this to happen, (Y/N).” Tobin sighs.

You scoff under your breath at the woman’s cliché and weak defense.

“How long? How long has this been going on?” You hold your breath, not really wanting to hear the answer, knowing it’ll only shatter your heart even more.

“I knew I started to have feelings for her after last year’s SheBelieves Cup. But we only started…ya know… about two months ago.” She reveals.

You feel like you’re gonna throw up. You want to cry, scream, laugh, yell, all at the same time. Instead, you distance yourself from the other woman, asking her one final question.

“So I guess it’s true?”

Tobin continues to blankly stare at you.

“You’re gonna move to England with her? Play for Manchester United?”

She gives you a look, and you can’t tell if it’s one of sympathy or of guilt, and honestly, at this point, you don’t even care.  

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” She mutters.

“Well,” You clear your throat, pushing down the impending breakdown. “This is it then. This is the end.”

Tobin nods, admitting defeat. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

A new wave of tears gather in your eyes, realizing she won’t even fight for your relationship, or fight for you.

“Goodbye, Tobin.” You turn around and rush back to your car, not giving her the chance to respond.

Shutting the door, you rest your forehead against the steering wheel and let out a sob, now letting the tears fall freely. After a couple of minutes of bawling, you go to drive away, but as you’re leaving, you see Tobin still standing outside the building, staring at you with tear tracks down her cheeks.

Ignoring your broken heart, you glance at the woman one final time and press your foot on the gas, leaving her and your relationship behind.

This truly was the end.