#i swear i don’t care i’m not a discussion kind of person

[rowanthestrange]

bless u for thinking there’s structure as to whether i manage to miss a post or not, tungl on ‘mobile web browser’ is a crapshoot

#new friendship level unlocked <3#im not.....entirely sure we've got the same thesis here tho#maybe we do i wouldnt be that surprised if you disagree#but like ive not even formulated my own thesis here properly so im not sure i know it or what you understand of it#/which part of it you disagree with#bc i was........pettyannoyedposting#that word doesnt really work but it's on the pattern of vagueposting#but so first level of my post here was just 'stop calling the doctor neurodivergent especially in canon it annoys me'#second level 'and it misses the point'#third 'and i can prove it' (not convinced i can but)#fourth (getting somewhere into the area of what my actual thesis would be probably) 'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here' and also 'you dont know what a thesis statement is'#and you are correct#however how the fuck i got here is autism and its kin (dsm/icd diagnoses) are constructions of (ab)normalcy as heterosexuality and whitenes#and to diagnose the doctor i think doesnt work in a couple of ways#first of which is that a diagnosis i think only means something in the context of treatment#the second of which is that i think it stops what could be an interesting conversation/exploration as a theme in dw#the third of which is that it accepts the authority of the dsm/icd/psychiatrist and the validity of 'neurodivergent' as a concept#which i dont. and now im back to my petty first emotional response. nardole voice: hey we got there#and im missing a lot of aspects of the othering here clearly and also i dont know what im talking about CLEARLY ive never made an essay but#*gestures vaguely* was this the thing you disagreed with? ghkghjgh

Yeah, no, I do get it I think. From this and your previous tags and things, I think so. So here’s my essay i guess. Not a rebuttal just my general take, long, rambly, not exactly structured and best argued cus i’m just killing time til art supplies arrive and my brain wants to do that instead. Feel free to skip sections or all of it tbh, I really don’t care about this all that much despite essay length, do not take this as me giving a shit about minor differences in opinion if that’s even what these are. Headings are in bold for easy skippability.

Personal Views (not Dr Who. This was part of my conclusion but fuck it i’m making it the top actually):

I believe in normalising the not-normal, but I don’t think people saying “everyone’s weird and we’re all a bit different :) ” is actually the way to do that. I think that’s the “I don’t see colour” approach. I don’t think it works and I don’t think it particularly helps, neither people on an individual level or the wider society practically.

Love disability. Love neurotypes. Love definitions that flex as people lean on them differently year to year. Think diagnosis is incredibly helpful unless there’s a contraindication (like if god forbid you desperately want to join the army, and you think you might be a little autistic, hey, if it doesn’t impact your life that much, don’t need to be barred from getting your dream job just for that but also get a better dream job). Pro medication to be whatever you need to be, be that a woman, a non-depressed person, or someone able to hold down a job. Meds are Accessibility.

I think that some people prefer not be considered abnormal, and I get that, but knowing you’re in a small area that most aren’t in the spectrum of human existence is ultimately helpful. Pretending that some experiences/disabilities aren’t disabilities but actually based on our ‘cultural expectations of x y and z’ are often cope meant to validate negative emotions towards that aspect of the self or that person’s relations with their proximal environment; without true reference to the fundamental experiences of people with disabilities, and the points that actually bind us together across the world to our kin in other countries. And being broken compared to other people can be fine actually. But identifying it helps both internally, socially, and medically.

My General Philosophy - Not Dr Who related, whether relevant or not depends on if I was understanding you correctly:

So I disagree with the general thesis usually put forward in left spaces that ‘mental illness/neurodivergence’ is a socio-cultural construct created by white people, and terms we’ve constructed related to such, like “ADHD”, are therefore fundamentally rooted in that and why should cultures of non-white people be pathologised using these terms.

Here: The Doctor isn’t [earth term] they’re [not from our culture].

This also is often dovetailed with the social model of disability. Which I’m sure you know, but that’s stating ‘disability’ as consequence of a world not built for you i.e. the idea that in a world of wheelchair users you would not be disabled.

On a philosophical level, while I understand them, I generally disagree with both.

Going in reverse.

These often are rooted in people seeing ‘disability’ (and here substitute for any other non-normative words I just don’t want to fill this with /queer/minority-gender etc) from an external perspective. I think it’s probably the least dangerous way for a normative person to think if you have to feed them a lazy solution, but it’s still lacking in nuance. And ultimately It’s a….validation response. “There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s the world that’s wrong” which ew. Cus I don’t think either is ‘wrong’ - a non-normative person or the world. It flattens the concepts.

And while helpful in a ‘please god just make accommodations like ramps’ way, and it is, it so is, please don’t let the non-disabled people read this; it doesn’t have the fundamental core of truth in this world we live in. I.e. if you can’t make a world of all wheelchair users, and you can’t, then with all the feasible accommodations in the world you’re still ultimately going to be disabled. Because you can’t change the heights of everything to a wheelchair user without making taller people have to bend painfully a lot etc. and none of it stops the variety of people that are wheelchair users where some can do some things, others can do others, and none of it gets rid of things like pain and hygiene difficulties and whatever, just says ‘but it would be easier to access painkillers, rest, etc’. The social model of disability purely used, is a good broad base for disability rights, but also in that pure form doesn’t stand up to much scrutiny unless you bring things back to one singular individual.

Example:

When my brain is full of cats, if I was in a world of people whose brains are also full of cats, we’re all still disabled because we can’t effectively communicate our ideas with each other.

Is it only useful to see this as a disability in order to access treatment/medication? I’d argue no. Knowing how and why you’re different is helpful on a fundamental level I feel. And in a world where most people’s brains aren’t full of cats, I get to benefit my psychological situation by knowing the details of how their brain broadly works and my brain broadly works, and having academics having researched people like me, and them, etc. etc. And if you would consider that self-treatment, then that folds so fundamentally with ‘living how i can most happily exist minute to minute and day to day’ that it may as well be indistinguishable.

Now, for socio-cultural construct. You’re not American, so I don’t need to do the whole ‘there’s no such thing as ‘white’ culture’ thing, I’m gonna assume you know all the nuances there, whatever.

There are definitely cultural differences in how people think. Huge ones. Have you ever been to Japan? Awesome place, but I think really shows some of those distinctions in a clear way. The general desire for things to be neat and ordered is so palpable that if you haven’t been there I can’t describe it. It’s like an aura. And don’t get me wrong, despite the amount of people sometimes, my autistic ass felt very at home. In fact because people were more ‘ordered’ the crowds were actually easier than in other countries. But I was still autistic. Still disabled by it. And Japan, like many places, is only just now coming out and trying to help and accommodate people with autism and other disabilities rather than them being in the house all day. They’ve only recently got around to even properly diagnosing ‘adult’ autism. And while there’s such a long way to go there, that’s helping people a lot, that they’re not just called ‘shut-ins’ anymore but they’re starting to be seen as legitimate people.

And this is what we forget when we talk about ‘pathologising’ people. Yes it can definitely go too far, but having someone not just be A Failed Person is also very very important. For them and for the people around them. All very well to go ‘what if we see nobody as a failed person’ cool but we won’t. Even you and I won’t sometimes.

And the reason why a lot of mental illnesses/neurotypes change some symptoms border to border but keep basics is because well, that’s the disability for you. Those are the bits that are wrong with the body and that’s fine. (And while things like “ADHD” may be underdiagnosed if say, you’re black, because people’s racism says ‘all black boys are hyperactive and don’t pay attention’ that’s a racism problem with the diagnoser, the disability is there). And cultural differences are very real, but that’s also one of the reasons why every country has their own diagnostic procedures. So imperfect, very very so, but not to the point of throwing out areas of study. Areas of study that truly have been studied across the entire globe. Fine, a white French person came up with this theory in 1904 but it’s been studied worldwide ever since - we’re going to say “schizophrenia” is a white term if it’s been studied in every continent?

Certainly these things have more weight when it comes to ideas of gender expression and sexual preference. America’s masculine ideal is not English, English masculinity not Finnish, Finnish masculinity not Japanese etc. etc.

However usually discussing this has two real world roots. Are we physically trying to change something in ourselves, or denoting a personal understanding of a boundary. Either way, given all people’s rights are equal (and they are rarely, but I’m pro that part of ‘western hegemony’), that does mean different cultures will view what makes a transgender person differently. For some people an amab’s desire to cook and look after children might cause a question of gender identity where in other cultures it wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean the terms we’d use in regards to that are less meaningful, just nuances of them shift depending on culture.

(Someone is choking their lungs out outside. Hope we’re ready for the real world deconstruction of the diamond of the core of social disability model which is ‘the majority of people aren’t disabled’, cus hoo boy)

Finally The Dr Who Bit:

Out-Universe:

Doctor Who is a celebration of Being A Weird Guy.

But also not.

Because on one hand it’s quirky is good, good to be childish sometimes, and the other is This Character Is Fucked Up Don’t Be This. Both of those are Four, who much like Ten, gets the last but sanded down in people’s minds.

Doctor Who tells us being weird is good, that you should be kind even if it’s weird, helpful even if it’s weird, be clever even if it’s weird, and if you’re an interesting enough person you can even dress super weird if you like.

But it also shows us where being weird is…not good. For us and others around us. Yeah, maybe you should get help for that, go see a therapy group, take some respite, identify your partner as a problem and leave.

And many times it’s neutral. We write them with the differences so that an ADHD or Autistic person can go, ‘hey that’s me :) ’ and characters and writers and actors labelling them so helps those people feel seen. It’s become almost a staple of main characters now to have some sort of identifiable characteristic to people, but wasn’t always so, and I really do think Doctor Who helped a lot with that. Back when freaks weren’t heroes.

One shouldn’t feel the need to have to label every bit of themselves, as a capital-Q Queer I don’t. But having things to guide you is lovely. I came from a very country place in England that’s perpetually stuck in the worst parts of the 60’s. Pre and early days of internet. I didn’t get to know what things like autism, adhd, sexuality, or gender divergence, most races (not joking, exceptionally white, didn’t see a black person til I was like 9 that wasn’t on kids tv or crime watch — as in i know exactly where i saw him, that specific — and there was 1 black kid in our school of 600+ who came when we were 16), even most physical disabilities. If I hadn’t had CBBC I genuinely wouldn’t have had most of what I did. Hadn’t heard of ‘muslims’ until 9-11. I’m talking a deeply stagnant place.

But finding out there were different aspects of people but far more importantly, different WORDS for that? Huge. Game changing. You can’t actually look these things up otherwise. There was no library book that could tell me what I meant when I said I felt like the Doctor. Took a magazine scan on Doctor Who Forum talking about the character to actually say the word ‘autistic’ and help me in any way.

(Also turned out my mother had been fleeing various medical professionals trying to get me an autism diagnosis since the age of four. THANKS.)

Having a label helped me…de-alienise myself. I wasn’t alien any more, I was a person, just a specific kind.

So I’m pro-diagnosing (even if frequently distrusting of the people who are in theory supposed to be equipped to actually do that irl but aren’t). And I’m pro labelling the Doctor. While also giving enough freedom so that anyone can still headcanon the one that’s most like them. But saying Twelve has ADHD does no harm to anyone’s headcanons while also helping ADHD people, things like that are good in my book.

In-Universe:

The Doctor’s culture considers them a freak. If they truly have terms for mental differences I doubt it, they’re eugenicists, we know their go-to for depression is forced-regeneration i.e. suicide-by-murder.

Even the nice ones are not like the Doctor, seem little different to us, or at least those high in politics or money.

Within the Doctor’s own culture, they are extremely different, and if their culture had the words for autistic/adhd/genderqueer/whatever they would be them by their own society’s culture too, not just ours. Saying that they’re not those things they’re just Not From Here doesn’t make sense cus the Place They’re From thinks it about them too.

For it to be a they’re ‘Not From Here’ thing the Doctor would fit normally within their own society but they don’t.

Maybe this was part of the autschizadhdfirework-brain jump

'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here'

Trying to follow. But might not be, the idea that you can’t label the ‘other’ parts would seem to contradict that - that the Doctor and us share the same sorts of experiences of othering (despite alien society) that allows one to see ‘same hat!’ and label it so would…fit that, wouldn’t it? Perhaps with the same fluidity we give them on assigning a political spectrum to them, but ‘being defined by what you aren’t’ is surely labelling of ones’ characteristics in a nutshell. That is the construction of ones’ sense of self. The definition of one as an entity and how best to navigate the world with those tools.

But ymmv.

I’m not one of those people who needs people to see things the same way I do. I’m not big on philosophical discussions or whatever, I promise.

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[gothamsfinestdummy]

One day I might actually write an essay thing about how the reboot completely destroyed Pinky and Brain’s characters I am soooo very passionate about that subject

[slttygeto]

HUSBAND SUGURU! + PREGNANCY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tags: fem! reader, husband suguru!, nsfw, suguru is very hesitant about being a dad, but isnt forced into this :), reader is very motherly, dirty talk and talk about getting off the pill and being bred.

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Husband Suguru! whom before you even got married, sat you down and mentioned to you how starting a family wasn’t something he was looking forward to. you know of his past, of the trauma he’s been through. he fully expects you to break up with him when he tells you that, knows how much you want to have a baby of your own, but you don’t. instead, you cradle him in your arms and tell him that you love him and appreciate what you have right now, not what you don’t even see in the picture.

Husband Suguru! who swears he hasn’t changed his mind about babies, about starting a family in general even three years into the marriage. but when he sees you with your friend’s baby, the glow on your face, the motherly instinct—how you gently place your hand on the baby’s head, rock her back and forth and coo at her softly while her mother gets her food ready, his heart feels as though it is about to explode.

“There there baby girl,” your voice is barely above a whisper, and when the baby cries, your lip juts out and you pull the infant towards your chest in an attempt at soothing her. your eyes find his where he is sitting on the couch, and the lighthearted chuckle you give him pulls a nervous one out of his body. you are now convinced that your husband would never ever change his mind based on the horror painting his features as he turns to your friend’s husband to strike a conversation. but in reality, the topic of their conversation is all too surprising.

“Has it been difficult? You know, managing a career and taking care of the baby,”

“Oh yeah very,” the other man admits but Suguru doesn’t detect a single hint of regret in his voice. “but yknow, look at that,” he point his glass of water in the direction of his wife and you holding the baby. “seeing my wife with our baby, our creation—seeing her act all motherly like that? Totally worth it.”

Husband Suguru! who starts to consider the idea of getting you pregnant. he hopes for the rational part of his brain to win over, rather than the horny, disgustingly perverted one. but when you walk out of the shower in a crop top, his mind drifts elsewhere—and suddenly, the image of your belly swollen with his kids floods his mind and he has to put a pillow on his crotch to hide the very evident bulge in his pants.

Husband Suguru! who once he calms down and takes care of his raging boner, texts Satoru in a hurry, asking if they could meet up tomorrow morning. your husband tells you of his plans and you hum sleepily, telling him how catching up with his best friend seems like a good idea. Suguru drops the bomb on his best friend the moment they sit down and the ivory haired’s jaw almost meets the floor.

“You mean you wanna be a dad?”

“I’m not…too sure,” Suguru looks conflicted, he is holding his head in his hands. he knows very well that this is a topic that should be discussed with you, since you were the other person of interest in the situation. but he would hate to give you false hope, he’s seen the way your eyes light up at the mention of a baby, at one of your friends or colleagues being pregnant, how there’s a disappointed look on your face that you try so hard to conceal when Suguru gives you a face in response of a pregnancy announcement. but you are so patient, so accepting, you’ve never once forced him into anything. and truth be told, he wanted to see what kind of mother you would be to your baby—and then toddler, and then teenager and adult—you’d have a life together with a new person who would adapt either your personality or his, with a face of the love of his life. your baby could have your eyes and nose, he’s always pointed them out—even before you started dating.

“Dude, do you or do you not want to have a baby?”

“I don’t know man, it’s hard to think of.”

“Because you are thinking too hard about it,” Satoru says nonchalantly and it irks Suguru a little.

“I am not thinking too hard about it—this is a new responsibility, what if I am not fit to be a dad? I could be a failure for all we know—what if I pussy out of it and—“

“I would kill you.” Satoru warns the man and Suguru doesn’t try to hide how he stiffens up. “I am not joking, I would find you and bring you back to her as a sack of bones,”

“I wouldn’t betray her like that…”

“You’re too focused on the aspect of being a bad dad rather than a good one—yknow, you really think that she’d marry someone she doesn’t see fit as the future father of her children?” Satoru has a point. you did mention to him once (when Suguru was nowhere to be seen at a party you all attended) how falling in love with him was the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but the one thing that would top it is if he became a father to your children. Satoru, knowing his best friend’s stance on the topic, reminded you of how terrified the man was of the idea and all you did was give him a reassuring, understanding wave of your hands.

“I know, but I just know he’d love them hard and make them feel as safe as he makes me feel.”

Husband Suguru! who doesn’t really try to bring up the topic of ‘trying for a baby’. he cringes at the thought, feels as though it makes the process less romantic and intimate and more of a robotic task. as he is stripping you of your clothes, he is silent and lets his eyes wander over your figure. you are extremely shy tonight, unable to meet his eyes as his rough, calloused hands brush over the skin of your boobs before bending down to be at eye level with them. he brings the flesh inside his mouth and sucks—and blood rushes down to his groin at the thought of them being filled with milk, heavy and swollen, more sensitive than usual. his teeth graze the skin at an attempt to catch your attention and your thighs squeeze as you meet his eyes.

“Sugu…” your smaller hands rest on his face as he pulls away from your boobs to plant a heated kiss to your lips, effectively pushing you back on the bed. your back gently hits the mattress, and your chest is heaving in anticipation, unsure of what his next move would be.

“Baby,” he finally speaks up, nose brushing against your stomach as he brings his lips to the skin. “how about you drop the pill tomorrow?” he knows how much of a horrible job he is doing at this, but he feels you move, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“w-why would I do that?” your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Suguru wishes to brush his thumb over the tense skin of your forehead.

Suguru is shameless as he kisses further south, planting his kiss above the tuft of your pubic hair before pushing your panties to the side. He parts the lips and gives your clit a kiss before moving to your inner thighs.

“why not? It’s doing horrible things to your body—“ he brushes his nose over your clit as he speaks. “beside, we need you off the pill if we want a baby, don’t you think?” when you don’t react to his words, Suguru looks up only to find you staring down at him with parted lips and eyes glossed over with tears.

“…are you sure?” you ask softly, and your husband swears he could never say no to you if you asked like that all the time.

“very,”

Husband Suguru! who fucks you with a new purpose. each drive of his hips fueling the other to go harder, deeper, to keep pushing his cum inside you and plant his seed deep within. your cunt does a great job at showing Suguru how ecstatic and excited you are with his sudden change of heart. you keep squeezing around him, barely able to keep your sounds in—he fucks you so deeply that the sound of skin to skin is louder than your moans and his groans. when he puts you on all fours, the cum starts to drip out of you but he pushes it back in with two thick fingers, lips pressed to your ass cheek.

“want more?”

“mmm! please,” you whine when he aligns his tips with your folds and fixes your arch with a hand on the small of your back. the gasp that escapes your lips when he fucks into you hard makes Suguru chuckle and he rubs your sides, soothing you.

“no need to beg for it,” he leans down and presses a kiss to your nape. “I’d gladly fill you up.”

Husband Suguru! who stiffens up when you show him the positive pregnancy test. up until this point, he is in control of his emotions—he lets you cry in his arms about how scary all of this was, despite you saying you’ve always wanted a baby. he is supportive, understanding of the heightened emotions that you are experiencing—when he sees your tears turn into happy ones, only half of him is able to relax. clearly, he is nervous but he doesn’t wanna show it. not right now.

The first ultrasound during your pregnancy was nerve racking—your hand squeezed your husband’s as you stared at the screen showing what appeared to be your unborn baby. Very tiny, but still there.

“Okay mom and dad,” the doctor presses the ultrasound transducer a bit lower on your stomach, a small smile on his face. “I got some news for you.”

“Good?” your anxious voice has Suguru rubbing his thumb on the back on your hand.

“It depends, how long have you been trying for this baby?” You couldn’t exactly disclose of your very active sex life, but you do give the doctor hints that it was definitely wanted.

“Well, look over here—“ he points to the screen with his gloved finger, ushering Suguru to come closer. “Look over here dad, what do you see?”

Suguru swallows hard as he stares at the screen in confusion, unsure of what to say. “..a baby?”

“Babies. Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins.”

Your husband whips his head towards you fast, and you cover your mouth in shock. This wasn’t planned—twins? And for a first time? You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were of excitement or fear that maybe you weren’t ready for this.

But Suguru still comforts you, holds you in his arms—tells you that maybe finding out the gender won’t make all of this sound scary anymore. He knew you never really had a preference for gender—you were a natural mom.

However, finding out the gender was an emotional experience for the same man who never thought he would become a father.

Husband Suguru! who tells Satoru to buy the gender reveal cake for you two. he doesn’t want to throw a party, and neither do you. finding out within the privacy of your own home seemed like the best option—you didn’t want to reveal that you were pregnant to any family members—at least not yet.

“Are you ready?” You hold your own glass as you wait for your husband to stand next to you. Your bump wasn’t that evident yet, but signs of pregnancy were starting to show on your body and it brought this warm feeling to Suguru’s body.

“Yeah, hold my hand.” You chuckle slightly at his request but comply either way. Each of you holds their own glass above the cake before looking away as you push it down—you hold your breath, Suguru rests his forehead on your shoulder as he mumbles something about not being able to look at the cake. But you muster up the courage and lift your glass, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Sugu—“ you don’t need to tell him to look, he was already staring at the glass with teary eyes. The pink frosting wasn’t something he was expecting to see—he knew he was going to be happy with either but two little girls? His own baby girls—the thought of being a girl dad brings tears to his eyes and you’re quickly pulling him towards you.

“Oh baby,” you hold back your own tears as you comfort your emotional husband, his arms wrapped around your middle. You hear little sniffles and a hand rubs your back before feeling a pair of lips pressed to your forehead.

“Gonna be the prettiest mom to the prettiest girls. Ever.”   

note: my posts are all self indulgent at this point… enjoy :D

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[inkykeiji]

omg clari sweetie i just read your post about tokyo revengers and LISTEN i hate the time travel plot thingy too but when i tell you i got struck HARD by tokrev i'm not kidding,,,,, like my friends watched it first and i didn't want it to bc of the time-travel but once i saw the first season and got into the manga i just couldn't dig myself out of that hole. i have never hyperfixated so much about a media in my life like i did with tokrev and its characters... not even bnha, jjk, haikyuu!! or bsd. NOT EVEN CLOSE. i'm not lying when i tell you some of the characters and their adult selfs in tokrev are everything you dream about touya-nii and bmb!tomura <33333 you can search ‘bonten’ if you want some insight about what you can find if you give it a chance 👀

ahhhh i dunno anon!! i really don’t feel interested in it. i just looked up how many timelines there are and two separate posts said there are at least six >.< that already sounds so convoluted??? i dunno like maybe it’s handled really well and in a way that isn’t confusing and tangled and is written fantastically; i can’t make any concrete judgements, i don’t know. but there’s genuinely nothing that’s catching my eye here. i love organized crime, but if it’s involved in several people jumping back and forth between the past and the present my interest has withered to ash.

if there’s something specific you think i might actually like about this series that’ll make it worth investing time into, you’re totally welcome to tell me, spoilers and all (tho don’t feel pressured!!! obv you absolutely do not have to! it isn’t ur job to convince me HAHA). otherwise, i think it’s just not for me!

[itneverendshere]

maybe wheezie or even sarah needing rafe to pick them up from school or attend a back to school night. like the school calls rafe to pick up sarah after getting in a fight. or the teacher calls him in to discuss that wheezie struggling in math

thank you for the request!!! 🫶🏻🫂 i think rafe's always had a soft spot for wheezie so i did this one for her cause i personally can see their dynamic being really cute.

 we're both older now - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

Sitting in the passenger seat of Rafe’s truck, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. His hands were on the wheel, jaw clenched just enough for you to notice, but not enough to freak out.

It’s been months since rehab, and you swear, you’ve never seen him like this before—so focused, so... responsible. It’s kinda hot.

But that’s not what you’re here for. Not right now.

You’re headed to Wheezie’s school because, apparently, she’s been struggling with math. She didn’t want to tell Rafe because Ward’s rarely at home these days and she didn’t want to bother him. When you found out, you could’ve smacked her. You get it—Rafe’s been under a lot of pressure lately—but you don’t think she realizes how much he cares about her. That’s why you two are heading to a parent-teacher meeting like it’s the most normal thing in the world. It’s not. 

“I should’ve known something was off,” Rafe mutters, breaking the silence.

You look over at him. “You couldn’t have. Wheezie’s good at keeping stuff to herself.”

He shakes his head, his grip tightening on the wheel just a little. “I’m her brother. I should’ve noticed.”

You reach over, resting your hand on his arm. “You’re doing your best, baby. That matters.”

He lets out a breath, his tension easing under your touch. God, sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s the same guy who used to pick fights at every chance he got just a few years ago. It’s been almost a year since his last relapse, but every day you see him fighting to be better—for himself, for you, for his sisters. And honestly? It does something to you, seeing him like this. 

You pull into the school parking lot, and he parks the truck, turning off the engine. For a second, he just sits there, staring straight ahead. You know what he’s thinking. He’s wondering if he’s good enough to handle this, to handle all of it.

“You got this,” You say softly.

Together, you walk into the school, and after a quick conversation with the receptionist, you’re led to Wheezie’s teacher’s classroom. The room smells like dry-erase markers and stress, the kind you remember from my own high school days.

Except, this is a private school, completely different from what you were used to, and back then, you loved school. You were good at it too—really good, actually. Straight A’s, honors, full ride to a decent college…but life had other plans.

You look at Rafe as you wait for the teacher to start the meeting. He’s sitting up straight, listening intently, and your chest tightens a little.

The same guy who used to blow off any responsibility now sitting here, laser-focused, ready to step up for his little sister. The teacher starts talking about Wheezie’s grades, how she’s been falling behind in math, and you can see the guilt in his face. You squeeze his knee under the table, trying to ground him, but honestly? This was hitting a little too close to home for you, too.

“I can help her,” You hear yourself say before you’ve even really thought about it. Rafe turns to look at you, surprised, and you shrug like it’s no big deal.

The teacher blinks, probably not expecting the girlfriend to jump in with a solution. “What did you score on your final exams?”

You move in your seat, not expecting the question but not exactly shy about your answer either. "I got a 1600 on my SATs," You said, trying to sound casual about it, even though you could see Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up next to you. 

The teacher’s eyes widen slightly. "That’s impressive," she says, "You must’ve had a lot of options for college."

You shrug again feeling that familiar feeling of bittersweet regret. "Yeah, I had a full ride to a few places.”

“And you didn’t go?”

The way she says says it—like she can’t imagine why you wouldn’t go—hurts a little. 

"Yeah, well... life happened." You try to brush it off like it doesn’t bother you.

Rafe’s hand slides over to yours under the table, interlocking your fingers and giving you a gentle squeeze. It’s subtle, but it’s enough for you. To remind you that you made the right choices, even if they weren’t easy ones.

The meeting wraps up pretty quickly after that.

The teacher gives Rafe some advice on how to help Wheezie stay on track, and you both thank her before heading out of the classroom. As you walk down the hallway, he stays quiet for a bit, and you can’t really read what’s going through his head.

By the time you get back to the truck, he turns to you, his brow furrowed slightly, like he’s still processing everything. "You got a perfect score on your SATs?"

Three years into the relationship and he’s still learning things about you every day.

You let out a small laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear. "Yeah. It’s not a big deal."

"That’s kinda insane," he says, looking at you like he’s seeing a whole new side of you. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

You shrug for the millionth time today, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I don’t know. It just never came up. It’s not like it matters now, anyway.”

"It does matter." His voice is firm, and when you glance over, you can see how serious he looks. "You gave up a lot to help your sister. That’s not nothing."

Your throat tightens, and you have to swallow down the emotion rising inside you. The way Rafe says it, like he actually gets it, means more than he probably knows. "I just did what I had to do."

He nods slowly, like he understands that feeling all too well. "You didn’t have to offer to help Wheezie today. But you did.”

You don’t want to make a big deal out of it. "I want to help her. She deserves it."

Rafe doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with this soft, almost disbelieving expression. Like he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you’re still here, beside him, helping his family without a second thought.

"You’re amzing, y’know that?" he murmurs, his voice low and warm in that way that makes your stomach flip.

You feel your cheeks heat up, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "Stop."

"I mean it." He reaches over, cupping your face gently with his hand, thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. His eyes soften as they meet yours, filled with so much adoration it makes you want to hide. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m really fucking grateful."

You bite your lip, glancing down at his other hand on your knee before looking back up at him.

"You’ve been working hard. For yourself, for us. I see that."

His jaw tightens just slightly, and he looks down, almost like he’s not sure how to take the compliment. But when his eyes meet yours again,

"I’m trying," he says quietly. "I’m trying to be better."

"And you are," you whisper. "Every day."

The months of hard work, the late nights when you’ve held him through his doubts, the mornings when he’s shown up for his family even when it was hard. It’s all there, between you, unspoken but understood.

Rafe leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Thank you," he whispers. "For everything."

You close your eyes, letting the moment settle around you. "I’ll always be here," you whisper back. "We’ve got this."

“I don’t think I would’ve made it this far without you.”

You swallow hard, trying not to let it hit you too deep. But it does. Because for all the mess you’ve been through—his ups and downs, his relapse, his constant fight to be better—it always comes back to you. To this.

“I’ll always have your back,” You remind him quietly. “You know that, right?”

He nods, like there’s absolutely no doubt in his mind. “I know. You’re really good with her," he says after a beat. "With Wheezie. And with Milo."

You smile, leaning back in your seat. "Yeah, well, someone’s gotta look after the kids, right? Might as well be me."

Rafe’s lips twitch into another smile as he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, "Thank you, baby.”

“For what?”

“For sticking around,” he says, pulling back slightly to look at you. “Even when I didn’t make it easy.”

 “You make it worth it, Rafe. You always have.”

Because seeing him like this—happy, strong, responsible, and healthy—it’s more than just him trying. It’s him becoming the person you always believed he could be, from day one on that stupid country club. And that? That’s something you’d stick around for any day.

When you and Rafe pull up to Tannyhill, the sun’s already setting. You grab your bag from the backseat, and he takes a deep breath, his hand hovering near yours like he needs to hold onto you just for a second longer. When you step into the house, you’re greeted by the usual stillness that fills the place. It’s huge, but it always feels too quiet.

Wheezie’s sitting at the kitchen island, hunched over her phone, clearly trying to distract herself. Her leg’s bouncing nervously under the stool, and you don’t even have to say anything to know that she’s been dreading this moment.

As soon as she sees the two of you, she freezes, eyes wide, "Hey," she greets, her voice shaky.

Rafe glances at you, and you give him a small nod. You know he’s trying to figure out how to handle this—he’s never really had to play the role of ‘responsible older brother’ before. But he’s doing it. He’s trying. And that’s what matters.

"Wheeze," Rafe starts, as he walks over to her, and you can see the panic rising in her eyes as she sits up straighter like she’s preparing for the worst. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

She bites her lip, glancing between the two of you. "I-I didn’t want to bother you," she mumbles, her voice small. "You’ve been dealing with a lot, and I thought— I don’t know. I thought I could handle it on my own."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s quiet for a second, and you can feel Wheezie’s anxiety practically buzzing out of her. She’s probably expecting him to yell, to go off on her, but instead, he takes a step forward and pulls her into a hug.

"You ever keep something like that from me again," he mutters into her hair, his tone firm but warm, "and you’re grounded."

Wheezie’s eyes go wide in shock, like she wasn’t expecting that at all. Her arms wrap around him a little awkwardly, but you can tell she’s relieved. She pulls back after a second, staring up at him with those big brown eyes of hers. "You’re not mad?"

Rafe shakes his head, but his expression is serious. "I’m not mad. I’m worried, Wheeze. I’m here, okay? I got you."

"I’m sorry," she whispers.

He sighs again, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at her. "Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again."

She nods quickly, and you step closer, offering her a small smile. "You’re not in trouble, Wheezie. I’m gonna help you with the math stuff, okay? I promise."

Wheezie looks over at you, clearly surprised, and then back at Rafe. "You’re… really not mad?"

Rafe rolls his eyes but in that big-brother way that’s full of affection.

"No, Wheeze, I’m not mad. But next time you’re struggling with something, tell me. That’s what I’m here for."

She nods, relief washing over her features. "Okay. I will."

Rafe reaches out and ruffles her hair, something so casual and brotherly it makes your heart swell.

"Good. Now go do whatever you do, and remember—grounded if you pull that shit again."

You slap his arm, “Will stop cursing in front of her?”

He shoots you a half-smirk, looking completely unbothered. "Please baby, she’s sixteen. You think she doesn’t curse?"

Wheezie lets out a small laugh, covering her mouth as if she’s trying to keep it together, but you can tell she’s relieved. 

"Yeah, but maybe not in front of her big brother," you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

Rafe shrugs, looking like he couldn’t care less. "If she’s smart enough to hide it from me, more power to her."

Wheezie giggles again, and you can’t help but smile. "Yeah, yeah," you sigh, rolling your eyes at him playfully. "You’re a great role model, Rafe Cameron."

He groans, “Please don’t use the full name.” The corners of his mouth tug up in a grin that makes your heart skip. “Alright, no more big brother lectures tonight. We’re good, yeah, Wheeze?”

Wheezie nods, still smiling. “Yeah, we’re good.”

[woniverse-writes]

“MOTH TO A FLAME (preview)”

Bada Lee x Fem!Reader

prologue ⟶ part one

summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, reader is described as cute and petite… sorry to my non-tiny friends.

Starting something young and continuing into your present adulthood can be pressuring, especially if that certain thing happens to end up being your career. For y/n l/n, she's still very young and just in the beginning stages of her career. Still in college, but turning her studies to be online right now due to her current situation, she's working towards a business degree, and doubling that major with dance. 

So you can imagine she's a little high-strung since on top of being a college student, she's currently in South Korea, competing as a member of Jam Republic on the second season of Street Woman Fighter. Although y/n is always busy, she's always got a sweet smile on her face- which is why many people, including other dancers, have been drawn to her. It's also why she's currently facing a sea of dancers, waiting to be picked for the "no respect" battle, since she and her fellow teammate, Audrey, received the most votes as the worst dancers.

"She looks kind of scary now…" Yoonji whispers to her teammates looking at y/n. Redlic looks in the direction Yoonji is looking at and laughs a little.

"What're you talking about? y/n? She looks like a kitten trying to be a lion." Now the rest of ManneQueen is staring at Jam Republic, specifically y/n l/n. And sure enough, instead of her usual bright and smiling self, her eyes are fiery and to put it bluntly, she looks pissed the fuck off. Waackxxy was the one to turn to Redlic and go-

“No, she’s definitely got something fierce going on right now… I hope she has a lot of battle cuz I’m kind of interested in her now…” causing the rest of her team to laugh and agree. On the other side, Jam Republic is having their own discussion regarding y/n. 

“I think you should just wait and see- maybe no one will even pick you as a “no respect” dancer!” Ling tried cheering up her younger teammate.

“No I want someone to battle me- I want everyone who voted for me and Audrey to come and try us” y/n fired back with her arms crossed as she leaned back into her chair. She really did look intimidating, especially with her makeup and hair done. Audrey on the other hand was not feeling the same fire-

“Uhm, maybe we don’t need everyone to want to battle us…maybe just a few.” Audrey started to reason, 

”Cuz I don’t know if you remember, but there were a LOT of people that voted for us as the worst dancers…” which caused Kirsten and Ling to sigh, and y/n to roll her eyes and clench her jaw.

“Audrey, my love, I’m very well aware of how many people think we suck-“ 

“You don’t suck-” 

“Thank you Emma, but please give me a second”

“Y/n take a deep breath and check your well-being”

She sighed at their team leader’s advice, knowing it was to help her out and so that she didn’t get too fired up with her teammates. It’s not that y/n doesn’t get along with them- it’s the furthest thing from that- but she gets very passionate about everything, and she’s a bit of a hothead. On top of all that, y/n is very protective of those she cares about, some of those people being her dear teammates.

“I’m sorry” she mumbles a bit, but ultimately huffs out the response. To which Kirsten replies with a motherly “thank you”, causing the others to chuckle.

“I just don’t understand how they can all collectively make the assumption that we’re not as good as them- for what? Why? Because we’re foreigners? Because we smile a lot? Because we’re pretty? To me THAT just sounds like jealousy” y/n continues to rant, frantically moving her hands and arms about, expressing her frustration- and her team just listens patiently for her to finish. Once she finally lets out her final huff and relaxes back into her chair with her arms crossed again, and a pout now sporting her face, her teammates can’t help but smile gently at their youngest member- some even trying to hide giggles and chuckles of endearment. 

“Y/n, sweetheart, you’ve gotta remember- not everyone thinks like you- I wish they did, but they just don’t” Kirsten starts to comfort her, and places a hand on her head, trying her best to calm down the passionate young girl. 

Kirsten always felt like asking y/n to join her team was one of the best choices she made in regards to being a leader. She knew the younger girl had experience in kpop dance styles, having performed at multiple k-con stages and doing countless covers from other groups. Kirsten also saw an unlimited amount of potential in y/n and saw how quickly and easily she absorbed everything around her. The only thing she was worried about was how young she was. it wasn’t a huge concern to her since their whole team was pretty young, but when it came down to it, Kirsten ended up adding Audrey in as well, and the two hit it off right away! To be completely honest- Kirsten felt as if the three youngest members were her babies. Audrey being the sweet angel of a golden child, Emma being the responsible oldest, and y/n being the chaotic troublemaker who’s always trying to pick a fight with someone for hurting her sisters. 

“You just need to remember that we’re here to dance, have fun, and gain a new experience… alright?” Kirsten has successfully reduced her gremlin child to a less angry (but still very pouty) version of herself.

“…alright”

“Thank you. Now please stop pouting, you look like a kicked puppy and the other will probably start picking on you soon” Kirsten teased lightly, which caused Audrey to join in and start poking y/n’s cheek, leading to Emma tugging gently on her hair, and Ling poking her other cheek, all while Latrice coos at her and pats her head. This all of course causes her to start whining and complaining playfully at her members teasing.

But the endearment for each other doesn’t end outside of the members' little cluster. the love for Jam Republic, and specifically y/n, has now spread to the entire studio. as everyone originally took notice of the youngest member’s slight temper tantrum, most didn’t really know what she was ranting about, but they could tell she was not happy at all. The two teams sitting nearest to Jam Republic happened to be Bebe and 1Million, who originally both had members that intended to battle y/n, but after hearing her rant, some opinions changed. 

“I like her style! She’s very passionate” Harimu laughed as she explained her newfound interest in Jam Republic’s youngest. 

“That’s what I was thinking- I don’t even wanna battle her anymore, I just wanna watch her tear up the stage with all her energy” Redy chimed in.

“Do you think we should go up to her during break and try to become friends?” They begin to laugh and joke around about their shared interest in y/n. But their team’s older members aren’t quite on the same level of endearment.

“Ya- you two should be trying to take her down before befriending her, don’t you think?” Lia warns the two girls, who just look at each other and start giggling.

“I don’t know if I’d necessarily wanna go up against someone with her temper” Redy starts off jokingly, but Harimu is already coming back in a teasing mood-

“Yeah cuz you’d probably cry.” Which has Redy letting a gasp-  her jaw dropped to the floor, eyes wide with shock and (false) betrayal.

The other team seated next to Jam Republic isn’t as chipper as 1 Million though, as their leader is trying to convince her team to stick with their guts.

“You wanted to battle her at first for a reason- why would that reason change if you still haven’t seen her dance?” Bada asks Cheche, Sowoen, and Minah. They all voted y/n as the worst dancer because her style was too “pretty” and they thought she relied on having cute expressions. Bada didn’t entirely agree with her teammates, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion. She even originally stated how she thought y/n’s style was refreshing and youthful, but she was worried about how she’d be with darker concepts.

“Well- I mean- she seems kinda crazy…” Cheche halfheartedly joked, but in reality, she was being completely serious.

“Why? Because she’s angry? She should be angry. Being voted as the worst dancer isn’t something to be happy about…” Bada replies calmly. No one really says anything, as they all are just trying to process whether or not their leader is defending their opponent or just provoking them. 

Bada sighs and stands up to stretch. She wants her team to not only be amazing dancers, but critical thinkers too. Of course Bada wants a win, but she also wants her team to be strong- and if going up against someone with untouchable morale will force her teammates to be stronger, then that’s what they need to do.

She also may or may not be personally interested in seeing what y/n is made of. After all, she caught her attention originally with her bright smile and explosive personality- Bada thought her bold expressions and reactions to things were an endearing contrast from her cute or refreshing facials used when dancing. So now having seen y/n in stark opposition, she’s even more interested.  

Even in the short period of time she’s known her, Bada’s interested in who y/n is and what she can do- especially since she didn’t expect that much personality to fit into such a petite person. She wants to understand her better- even more so after hearing her passionate rant about wanting to prove everyone wrong. She almost feels delusional for being as interested in y/n as she is, but Bada really can’t help but feel drawn to her- like a moth to a flame.

notes: thank you to everyone who read!! this is my first fic so i was a little nervous to share it- especially since it's not really all that interesting yet. but i thought it would be better to write the not-so-interesting stuff as an intro/preview/prologue, so it didn't take up space in the actual fic. I'm hoping to have the first full part up by sometime in the middle of this upcoming week. i want it to encompass the whole three episodes that have aired so far, so there's a lot i wanna write lol

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

before I go to bed and spend tomorrow doing mostly spreadsheets (it’s fun I swear I love logistics I’m doing it entirely for fun and restarting a game bc I find making detailed spreadsheet plans that enjoyable and I realised I could get some cool mods bc I don’t care about balance) I really appreciate that while mouthwashing acknowledges and condemns curly's enabling behaviour, it never presents his disabilities or his abuse as some sort of just punishment. his extremely naïve faith in jimmy hurt everyone and was born out of a patronising misogynistic worldview where he assumed anya was mentally unwell before she was a victim but what happens to him is not a fair consequence, it’s just horrible and senseless. even if it happening made curly aware of the suffering anya did- the obvious parallels between the rape and himself being forced to take his pain medication are something I’m sure crossed his mind in the months he spent trying to focus on anything but pain- that in no way is ever framed as a good thing even if it technically made him a better person in some respects bc under No Circumstances is abuse ever justified or okay. curly is not a great person, but you do not have to be a perfect victim to be a victim. no one deserves the humiliation and violation jimmy put others through, not even jimmy himself. curly made many mistakes, and was a deeply flawed human- to think otherwise is to fall into jimmy's ableist and dehumanising obsession he uses to justify his abuse of curly- but he was not malicious. the patriarchal support of abuse eats its own, any man who falls outside of the cishetero able bodied white supremacist ideas of man are victims of it. this is not a hashtag girlboss moment, and is tragic and horrible in its own right bc abuse is always horrible, even if men aren’t the primary intended victims and even if those men uphold the patriarchy. bc people can be victims and also be deeply harmful to each other. the lines between the misogynistic sexual abuse towards anya and the violent medical abuse towards curly are blurred on purpose- bc being disabled means curly is no longer protected by male solidarity when the idea of maleness we have excludes disabled people. the parallels between ableism and misogyny are a very prominent theme I don’t see discussed much about the game, and them not framing curly as in any way deserving of his injuries nor the ableist abuse against him is so important for that point. like, curly sucks in a lot of ways, but he’s still a human being, and no human being deserves violation of any kind, whether they’re dehumanised for being disabled or for being a woman.

[no-damsel]

Just friends

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence

Chapter three

“Son of a bitch!”

“Stop,” you hiss, smacking Adam’s hand away from your face. “Trust me, I’m fine.”

You had gotten in between two drunken assholes when they started fighting in front of you while you were collecting dirty glasses from tables. You ended up getting punched twice in the face since both men swung at the same time; however, the fight immediately stopped when they realized they’d hit the wrong person.

Two bouncers threw them out, and that was the end of it until Adam got involved. He got riled up, thinking he was going to have both of them thrown in jail.

“Is there a problem here?” Jasper walks into the staff room and says, “I heard there was some kind of altercation.”

“I got caught up in a bar fight; I’m fine.”

Since you were facing Adam, the owner couldn’t see how swollen your eye had become or the blood gushing from your eyebrow.

Adam steps up towards the owner, but before he can say anything, you lightly shove him in the chest, gaining his attention again. “Tommy, I’m fine. Take a walk or go back to work.”

He lowers his head slightly. “I’m sorry, boss, I just hate seeing a woman getting beat on, you know? It sets me off.”

Jasper pats him on the shoulder and says, “I get it.”

At this point, you turn to toss the tissue in your hand into the trash and go to get another one. “I think Angel should go home,” Adam says. “Have you seen her face? It’s a mess.”

“Angel, let me see.”

You turn and look Jasper in the face, and his jaw clenches. You were under no false illusion that he cared for you personally; rather, he cared about how you looked. He makes a tsk sound. “This just won’t do. Princess,” Jasper clicks his fingers at a blonde dancer when she enters the room. “Go and find Gregg for me; tell him I need a word with him. Tommy, go back to work.”

“I’m not excusing him shouting his mouth off.” You top off the whisky in Jasper's glass with your free hand while the other holds ice over your eye. “But one of the dancers told me his dad used to beat on his mom and sister as kids; he was just being protective. Which is more than I can say for the pathetic excuse of bouncers who let a fight like that break out.”

You felt guilty saying that Bob Ruzek was a good man, but you needed a cover story to excuse ‘Tommy’s’ behavior.

“No sweat, baby,” he motions for you to sit beside him. “Have you thought about my offer? More money, fewer late nights.”

“Why did you pick me?”

Jasper chuckles. “You’re the only one in here I trust to have my back.”

Adam and Antonio had been undercover for almost three weeks, and they were so close to making an arrest; they had found the stash house. They now just need to catch him handing the drugs over to his dealers. But now, his newest revelation was something you needed to discuss with Voight as soon as possible.

“Gregg,” Jasper says, standing up.

“The blonde girl said you wanted to see me.”

You hold back a snort. Antonio would go out of his way to call the dancers by their show names; whenever he heard someone being called Princess, Heaven, or Angel, he’d screw his face up.

Jasper pulls multiple twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket and hands them to Antonio. “Take our angel to the emergency room. Make sure they take good care of her.”

“The bleeding has stopped,” Antonio says, tossing the bloodied cotton ball into the trash. “I don’t think it will scar; just leave a nasty cut for a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you.”

Instead of taking you to the emergency room, Antonio took you back to his apartment to clean up your wound. If you went to the hospital, you’d need to use your real name, which could blow the whole operation if Jasper caught wind.

Antonio disappears from his bathroom and reappears moments later, holding a bag of ice in one hand and a hand towel in the other. He says nothing as he places ice on the material, then holds it up to your swollen eye, causing you to flinch.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

Your fingers brush against his when you take the ice from him. You felt slightly uncomfortable; Antonio always seems wary of you. As if he’s expecting you to somehow betray him.

He leans back against the wall with his arms crossed. “Do you think Jasper bought the cover story you said about Tommy?”

“I think so. Although Adam looked pretty pissed,”

Antonio motions for you to follow him into the living room. “Can I ask you something? Sorry, gotta take this.”

He walks into a bedroom you presume is his own to answer his mobile and starts talking in Spanish. Every so often, his voice would become louder, so you would assume he was mad at something. You were grateful he cleaned you up but didn’t want to impose, and you would probably leave once his call was finished.

Sitting on the couch, you glance around his apartment and notice the framed pictures on the table. One stands out more than the other; on one side of the frame is a happy-looking young girl surrounded by balloons and banners with the number eighteen on them, and the next one is Antonio standing between the same girl and a young boy with his arms wrapped around them. All three of them were smiling brightly.

Hearing the sound of a door closing, you look up and see Antonio coming out of the bedroom. Before you can say anything, he shoves his phone into his pocket and says, “Sister.”

“Are these your kids?”

He nods.

“They are beautiful.”

He picks up another picture frame and sits down beside you. The kids look younger in this picture, and there is a brunette woman hugging them. “That’s my sister Gabriela, my daughter Eva, and my son Diego.” Smiling, he places the picture back down. “Do you have kids?”

“None biologically, but I’ve been raising my nephew Eli since he was two; he’s just turned seven. The only downside to being undercover is being away from him.”

“Yeah, I get you. When Laura filed for divorce, she took the kids with her, and it killed me. Eva did come and live with me for a while, but she’s now at college, and Diego only stays with me the first two weeks of the month.”

It took you by surprise that he was sharing any personal information with you since you didn’t really know each other.

“Where’s Eli now?”

“In our home with my dad. My dad’s a retired detective; he moved back to Chicago to help me with Eli.” You trace your finger over the thin red bracelet, a friendship bracelet your nephew made. “Is Gabriela your only sister?”

“Just the one sister,” he says. Antonio relaxes his arm over the back of the arm chair. “Gabby is younger than me and is incredibly strong-willed. She is a paramedic firefighter.”

You smile seeing how his face lights up when he talks about her. “Does she work in Chicago too?”

“She did. She moved to Puerto Rico a couple of years ago. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’m the youngest of three girls. My oldest sister, Cherry, lives in London.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s a sonographer. She moved to England to live with her husband and her stepson.”

“So I’m guessing she’s not Eli’s mom?”

“No, he’s my sister Amber’s son.”

He laughs, “You’re kidding me? Cherry, Amber, and Viola?”

“Yeah, yeah. My mom named us after her favorite colors.”

Antonio senses your change in emotion and, in a lighter tone, says, “So, does Amber live in the city?”

“Amber moved to New York when she was pregnant. She died five years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says sincerely. “Eli is lucky to have you; not everyone is willing to raise a kid; that’s not there.”

Before you can respond, your work mobile vibrates in your pocket. You answer the call and put the phone on loudspeaker. “Hey, I’m guessing you got my voicemail?”

“Yeah, I did. You okay? Adam said you got caught in a fight, and Dawson left with you.”

“I’m fine.”

When Hank doesn’t seem to believe you, Antonio speaks up: “Hank, we are sitting in my apartment; the bleeding has stopped.”

“Okay, good. So what was so urgent?”

You lick at your dry lips, mentally reading yourself to share the information you learned right before the fight.

[fan-fantasies]

Care For You

A/N: surprise! I’m avoiding my issues with real men by fantasizing about my fictional men so please enjoy the product of that! Slight enemies to lovers (which isn’t easy cuz Osferth is such a sweetheart) but it’s my favorite trope!

Warnings: swearing, insults, unprotected sex and slight choking, people walking in on them

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

The sun was slowly setting over Rumcofa when a watchman from the river yelled to Uhtred.

“Lord! We’ve spotted a ship we cannot identify!”

“Soldiers to the riverside!” Uhtred called to his men.

He and his merry misfits waited on the dock to see who it could be. As the ship came closer, a familiar face stood up.

“Is that Eadith?” Finan asked, standing taller.

“It is!”

“Lord, we are from Frankia looking for safe passage. We have coin to pay the toll!” She called out with a smile.

Uhtred and his men were thrilled to see her.

“Don’t let her fool you, lord. It is no more than tin,” you joked, popping up beside her.

Finan looked at Osferth who already had a scowl on his face. The Irishman elbowed him in the side and chuckled.

Uhtred helped the two of you off the ship and escorted you to the great hall along with his men.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We have been studying healing in Frankia and we heard that Rumcofa has become riddled with diseases of all kinds,” Eadith answered.

“Well that would be Osferth’s fault,” Finan laughed.

“That wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest,” you smirked. “Or perhaps it would since I’m sure you’re still a virgin, baby monk.”

“Didn’t feel like staying in Frankia?” He snapped at you.

“And miss out on seeing my favorite warriors?” You asked, throwing your arm around Finan. “I think not.”

“Do not listen to him, y/n. We are glad to have you,” Sihtric smiled.

“Speak for yourself,” Osferth mumbled under his breath before leaving the hall.

You had to admit he had grown into quite the fine young man, but his attitude was as sour as ever and you loved to poke at him.

“Why such hostility?” Eadith asked Finan quietly.

“They want to hump each other but neither will admit it. So they do this instead,” he sighed. “Stubborn bastards.”

“We will celebrate properly later but we have much to do to prepare for the festival,” Uhtred said.

“Yes and we must get settled,” Eadith said, looking at you. You followed her to the small inn where they informed you that they only had one small room left.

“You take it! I’ll stay with someone else,” you insisted.

“But-“

“No buts! You’re here for important business and you’ll need a place to rest,” you reminded her, referring to a letter the Lady Aethelflaed had sent to you in Frankia.

“Fine, but go straight to Uhtred and tell him you need a place to sleep,” she said.

“Yes, lady,” you said while rolling your eyes playfully. You sought out the lord and found him at the ale house inspecting the latest brew for the festival.

“Uhtred! May I have a moment?” You asked.

“For you, you may have many moments,” he joked.

“It seems your inn is full and I gave Eadith the last room so I’ll be needing a place to sleep,” you informed him.

“Well I’m sure Sig and Sihtric wouldn’t mind you staying with them. I doubt they’d even notice another person,” he laughed.

“Any other options?”

“Finan and Ingrith already have guests and I would offer my own, but-“

“The princess is coming, say no more,” you gave him a soft smile. “So that leaves…”

“Osferth!” Uhtred said with a huge smile as the young man in question came through the door.

“I’d rather sleep with the pigs,” you grunted.

“I doubt even they would have you,” Osferth snapped.

“Kids, play nice,” Uhtred sighed. “You will stay with Osferth, end of discussion.”

“What? Lord!”

“End of discussion, Osferth,” he said in a serious tone.

“Well are you going to show me the way or do I have to guess which place is yours?” You asked. He said nothing but left while expecting you to follow.

His little house was nicer than you expected it to be. It was simple but it suited him. It didn’t seem like as much of a bachelor pad as you would’ve expected and it made you wonder if he had a woman in his life. You quickly rushed that thought from your mind because you didn’t like the jealousy bubbling up inside you.

“There’s a small makeshift bed over there for guests so…help yourself,” he mumbled.

“What a shame, I thought we’d be sharing,” you said with a wink and a laugh.

“Not if you begged me,” he scoffed. “Although I’m sure it would sound nice coming from you.”

“Like I’d ever beg you for anything.”

He crossed the room in only a few steps and bumped his shoulder against yours as he passed, stopping briefly at your side.

“I’m sure there are ways to get you to beg,” he whispered in your ear before walking out the door.

What a cocky asshole he had grown into; you couldn’t say you disliked it though. It lit a fire in your belly that you wanted to ignore.

Osferth left and went to find Finan and Sihtric who were searching for Aethelstan who was probably hiding from his chores.

“So, it must be weird seeing y/n after all this time,” Sihtric commented.

“Why would it be weird?” The younger man asked.

“We know you were upset when she left with Eadith so I’m sure there’s some unresolved feelings there,” Finan smirked.

“I was not upset and there are no feelings!”

“You don’t have to lie to us, baby monk,” the Irishman chuckled.

“Has she grown into a beautiful lady? Yes. Is she still the same annoying brat from all those years ago? It would appear so. So that’s all there is to it,” Osferth insisted.

“She just likes to play with you,” Sihtric sighed.

“Yes well I don’t enjoy it.”

“Perhaps you’d enjoy it if she played with you in a different way,” Finan said, jabbing him with his elbow. Osferth replied with a scowl but deep down he knew his friends were right- about everything.

Uhtred held a small feast to welcome the two of you back. You found that you actually enjoyed the townsfolk of Rumcofa. It was nice to be back with your friends, even if Osferth’s weird stares had been throwing you off all night.

“Lady, I am glad you have found your way to our humble town,” a man said, taking the empty seat next to you. “I am Ivar.”

“Hello, Ivar; it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you smiled. “I’m quite enjoying my time here so far.”

“You’ve come at the perfect time. Blood month festival is always a momentous occasion,” he said. He scooted closer to you and slid you another cup of ale.

He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. You knew Uhtred would not allow any sleazy men in your company so you hoped he was decent. What harm could it do to entertain him?

“Perhaps we will be able to celebrate the festivities together,” you said, taking a sip of the ale he offered. His eyes lit up at your words and you laughed. The two of you were unaware of the eyes that were watching you with much scrutiny.

“I would enjoy that very much, lady-“ he leaned in closer so that no one but you could hear- “perhaps there are some other festivities that we could enjoy together as well.”

You were surprised by his words but you were more surprised by the knife that was stabbed into the table between the two of you. You jumped apart from one another quickly, looking up and realizing it was Osferth standing over you.

“To cut your meat, lady,” he sneered while pointing to the knife. He stormed off, leaving you angry and Ivar confused.

“He should probably be more careful next time,” he mumbled more to himself.

You wanted to chase after him and demand a reason for his behavior but you did not have the energy to deal with him.

You continued on with some small talk before you realized that as handsome and forward as Ivar was, he was actually incredibly boring. You finished your meal rather quickly and excused yourself from the table. He offered to walk you back but you politely declined, feigning exhaustion from your long journey.

The walk to Osferth’s was not long but it was enough time for your anger to creep back in. You slammed his door shut when you entered, causing him to look up from whatever book he was reading.

“You were a reckless idiot back there,” you snapped.

You began to take off your top layer of clothing to get ready for bed. You’d spent enough time around Uhtred and his men that being shy was no longer a thing.

“I was reckless? I’d consider you the reckless one if you’re going to sleep your way through Rumcofa,” he replied.

“Are you dense? It was one man and we were simply talking! It was not as if he was going to take me right there on the table in that moment!”

Osferth’s jaw tensed when that image flashed in his head.

“I saw how you were acting, like a bitch in heat.”

You stormed over to him and ripped the book from his hands, throwing it across the room. He stood up from his seat, fuming.

“I should cut your tongue out for saying such a thing,” you growled. “I’m so sick of your holier than thou attitude! You’re no better than anyone else.”

“I’m better than you,” he sneered.

“Is that so? I’m fairly certain it was I that saved your ass in our last battle. And it was I that convinced Uhtred to allow you to join us in the first place; what a mistake that was!”

“Is that why you’ve always been mean to me? You regret having me around?”

“I’m not mean! I simply tease you like Finan and Sihtric do!” You defended yourself. You truly never meant any malice toward him.

“It is different with them.”

“Why? Because they are men?” You asked.

“Yes!- well, no!”

“Are you sure about that?” You laughed. “You’re no better than me just because you’re a man.”

“Well at least I stuck around! I didn’t run off and come back years later pretending as if nothing happened after abandoning my friends!”

His words made you stop in your tracks. You left with Eadith to gain more knowledge and secure your own coin. Uhtred encouraged you to do so so you knew it was not him that was angry with you for leaving.

“I was not aware that you were so upset over my leaving,” you mumbled.

“I was not.”

“It sounds like you were,” you said with a small smirk. “Do you care for me, Osferth?”

“In your dreams,” he scoffed. His heart was racing and he was afraid he had been discovered.

“Oh in my dreams you do much more than care for me,” you joked.

His eyes widened at your admission and he was left speechless. You noticed the change in demeanor and decided to test his limits.

“Do you wish it were you?”

“What are you talking about?”

You moved closer to him so that you were nearly pressed against him.

“Do you wish it were you whispering dirty things in my ear? Do you wish you were the one taking me on a table at any given moment?” You asked seductively.

He gulped and refused to look at you. You could feel something against your leg so you looked down and noticed he had gotten hard beneath his robes.

“I knew you cared for me,” you chuckled, looking at him with a smirk. He finally looked at you and you could tell he was annoyed.

“Just because I wish to hump you doesn’t mean I care for you,” he scoffed.

“Do something about it then,” you said. “You may bed me if you wish.”

Once again, he found himself speechless. You were testing him but he couldn’t tell if you really wanted it. He allowed himself to stay in his head for too long before he heard you laugh. You turned away from him and went to the table where you had tossed your belongings.

“I thought just as much. Perhaps I should go back and find Ivar. I’m certain he would not hesitate if offered to-“

Before you could finish, his back was pressed against yours and he had a hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to look at him.

“Do not say his name again,” he growled.

He slammed his lips to yours in a feverish kiss of passion. He turned your around and you slid onto the table, welcoming him between your legs. His hands were rough as they grabbed at your hips, sliding your slip around your waist.

“You are far too dressed,” you sighed as you pawed at his robes. He threw his robes aside and dropped his trousers.

“Your turn,” he chuckled as he pulled your underwear down your legs and threw them behind him.

You pulled the slip over your head and set it aside. You took a moment to admire his body just as he did with yours. He hooked his arms beneath your thighs as you braced your hands behind you. He slid his cock through your folds and chuckled.

“Already so wet, lady. Is fighting foreplay for you,” he asked.

“Only when it’s with you,” you admitted. His eyes snapped to yours and he could tell there was sincerity in your words.

He slid his cock into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust. He waited until you told he was good to move before sliding out and thrusting his hips back into yours.

You couldn’t contain your moans and whimpers as he began to fuck you relentlessly. He enjoyed watching you fall apart in front of him, knowing he was the one bringing you this pleasure.

“I should bring you back into the hall and let everyone see what a whiny little mess you are on my cock,” he growled. Your cunt clenched around him and he chuckled. “You like that, huh? Want everyone to see who you belong to?”

“Y-yes,” you managed to say as he hammered into you. He released one of your legs so he could circle your clit, bringing you closer to your release.

“Say it; say who you belong to,” he grunted.

“You, Osferth! I belong to you!” You cried as your climax washed over you. He kissed you once more to swallow your moans and his as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He broke the kiss only so the two of you could catch your breath. He rested his forehead on yours and you enjoyed the intimacy more than you cared to admit.

“I do care for you,” he whispered. “It pained me when you left so easily.”

“Uhtred encouraged me to leave and I believed there was no hope that you’d ever return my feelings so I fled from them,” you told him.

“Your feelings?” He looked into your eyes with hope.

“Why do you think I always teased you?” You asked with a laugh. “That’s my way of flirting I suppose.”

“Couldn’t have just stuck with ‘you’re handsome and I like you’?” He laughed.

“I suppose that may have been easier,” you agreed.

“No matter. Now we just have to make up for lost time,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again.

*bang!*

“Aye! We were told to make sure you didn’t kill each other yet!” Finan laughed as he burst through the door.

“Oh my god!” Eadith shrieked as she averted her eyes. Sihtric took in the room, clothes strewn about before turning around, laughing as he left.

“Told you they wanted to hump!” Finan laughed as Osferth did his best to shield you from their eyes.

“We’re alive! You may go now!” He yelled, very annoyed at the intrusion.

“Uhtred owes me 10 silver,” Finan said as he took his leave, closing the door behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief but you both jumped when you heard tapping on the window. You turned to see Finan’s stupid face in the window.

“And close your curtains!”

You covered yourself with your slip as Osferth went and pulled the curtains shut. He turned around to look at you and after a moment of silence, you both burst into a fit of laughter.

He came back over to you and helped you off the table, gently taking you in his arms.

“To bed, then?” He asked with a small smile.

“I’m not tired.”

“I didn’t say it was to sleep,” he smirked.

He did say that you had to make up for lost time, and that you did.

[comfort-person]

Request: Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry’s tour assistant

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,” Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry's tour assistance

Please x

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,” Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

[twopoppies]

Yes absolutely I would do these things with him for real, I didn’t just make that list (hi it’s me, I made the list. I’m Lindsay). They’re basically all things I did when I was getting to know my best friend in Boston. They’re fun to me and also it is important to think of things we could do together not just be like “make him buy me jewels” or “go yachting/fly private to Dubai.” That’s 1- boring 2- taking advantage of someone 3- just not a cool way to be with people. Things I did not mention: gossip. No I don’t care about celebrity tea per se but everyone loves a little gossip about friends so tell me dirt and I’ll tell you dirt, Harry. Do you have a neighbor you think is a jerk? Let’s tan about them. Absolutely no hot yoga/exercising/pilates/ice baths. It’s important that we have separate interests Harry and all of those suck and I hate sweating. Don’t ask me to do it, I’ll flake. Afternoon on a sailboat/sailing lessons. IF you prove yourself to be good and decent IRL Harry, I’ll introduce you to my niece and nephew they are the best people I know and age 1 and 3. Film photography including developing in a darkroom to see how our work turns out. Share our secret favorite songs from albums that aren’t that well known (this sounds pretentious I realize but I want to play him Both Hands and Untouchable Face by Ani Difranco because I loved those songs when I was like 17 and they’re still good). Topic: animals especially the history of animals and discussing which are interesting and which are not. For example, the giant platypus as mentioned. Who was your first celebrity crush (Mine: Christian Bale in Newsies)? Roof activities- roof parties, roof drinking, roof dining, roof hanging out. Summertime is when the roof hangout is supreme. Explain London neighborhoods to me in detail and tell me what’s actually cool and what’s not and I’ll do the same for you for NYC and Boston. Like is Hammersmith interesting? Do people ever stop name dropping Shoreditch because there are actual good neighborhoods? I’ll keep it secret if necessary. Absolutely no form of Soho House and/or related properties, that whole franchise is corny and not private. Tell me about Jenny Lewis but that’s the only shop talk I’ll ask I swear. And it can just be “is she cool? Is her hair as gorgeous in person as it looks?” I just want to know if she’s cool, basically because I think she is. Falafel. Vegetarian cooking, I am very good and it is fun. Museum gift shops for coffee table books. Mixtape (or Spotify, whatever). Play records because we are being pretentious! Niche foreign beer tasting. Key lime pie. Aaaaaaaaaaand your friends can come hangout with us too Harry if they’re not 1- revolting and/or predatory in my opinion, I have veto power and James can never come. 2- interesting and engaging and not that into themselves or status or clout. We’re not instagramming our way through the hangout, we’re actually hanging out 3- kind. No jerks. Hmm I think that’s all for now but those are all things I would do with Harry if we befriended each other.

Hi, darling. I think those all sound like excellent ideas. Very well-rounded and much more interesting than the average get together. I might need to take notes. 😂

In reference to this (and the everything else in the tag)

[oletus-writer]

HHHHHHHH I SEE ANTONIO ON THAT MASTERLIST…

May I ask for some Antonio NSFW headcanons? I see you also do the alphabet format so if you want to use that IDM

Ahh the alphabet format takes too long, and some bits are a bit tedious to me. Sorry that I’m not going to be using it. Hope you enjoy these headcannons of mine.

Antonio, Wu Chang NSFW Headcannons

Warnings: nsfw, swearing, assumed poly wu chang

Antonio

Horny is his main, but he won’t let you know of his feelings if you’re uncomfortable with it. He’s another cocky gentleman, so he’s going to be taking the reins during sex most of the time, but is a switch at heart. Anything that’ll give him pleasure.

He’s the type of person to be pretty bad at communicating beforehand - if he wants to try to degrade you or something, provided he thinks you’ll take it well, he’ll just straight up do it. If you don’t like it, well, that’s what the safe word is for.

Toni is a very experimental man and isn’t adverse to having public or semi public sex. He doesn’t care for hygiene, either, since he’s dead - piss in his mouth, for all he cares. It’ll be an interesting experience, to say the least.

That doesn’t mean he will do anything, though; if it puts you or himself in serious danger, or hurts you more than he’s willing to, he won’t do it. The boundaries he sets for you are flexible, but there are a few hard rocks he won’t move. Things like petplay and daddy/mommy kinks are a big no, since he doesn’t want to treat you like an object, and he’s from a culture where people only call their family members by those titles.

He’s not against calling or being called a cumslut, whore, etc., though, just not the crawling on all fours kind of objectifying.

Bi’an

A soft dom, but not a service dom. He’ll slowly fuck you while whispering praises, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease you, edge you, restrain you. He’d say the sweetest things while doing the dirtiest shit.

He is more prepared and would explain to you what he wants to do to you and discuss at length before proceeding with it, especially if it’s more dangerous. He’d appreciate if you did the same, although trusts you enough to not panic if you suddenly pulled a knife out at him. Bi’an is a bit more on the conservative side when it comes to kinks, but Wujiu would keep the two of you on your toes enough to make sex different every time.

He’s also quite a patient man - he’ll do anything to make you squirm and beg, even if it takes hours. Not a very vocal person in bed, but you’ll see on his expression if he’s having fun.

Some boundaries he’d set would include not doing anything that would hurt in the long run, including deep cuts, public sex, and anything that may be dangerous, ie having sex with a loaded gun.

He’s got quite a bit of experience dealing with Wujiu, but has not had sex with women for a while, so while he might be an expert at sucking dick, eating out a pussy may be a bit difficult. Worry not - he’s got an excellent memory for a dead person and will memorise your pleasure points regardless of your gender.

Wujiu

He has quite a high libido, higher than Bi’an’s, so you’d be dealing with a whiny, demanding power bottom. He acts all bratty as foreplay, already imagining you on top of him, fucking the shit out of him. He’s not against topping, though, and will do it in a sort of experimental, cold, and detached way.

Wujiu’s going to be trying the things that would be considered strange - it’s not his fault sounding exists, and it’s not his fault that he doesn’t get why it’s pleasurable. So be a good girl/boy and let him experiment on you.

That doesn’t mean he can’t be loving between the sheets, it’s just that he finds it easier to pretend to not like you as much as he does than express aloud those embarrassing feelings. While Bi’an takes lead, he’d be distractedly kissing your collar and fingering your nipples.

Get used to threesomes where either you bottom or he does. Sometime, he’d like the both of you to gang up on Bi’an and make him soft and pliable under his fingers, but now’s not the time. Wujiu is the louder of the two, and will express every pleasure.

[yuikomorii]

I think it’s reasonable why some Ayato stans can’t stand Yui given that she doesn’t always treat him in the fairest way either. I’m not condoning how he acted in haunted dark bridal, they were pretty much all assholes and Yui really deserved much better than that but what bothers me is the way she started being written strictly in his routes after the first game.

Before developing my point of view, I want to mention that I did read all his routes and I will intelligibly write down why I don’t have the most positive opinion about Yui there. In more blood, she notices something changed about him. The whole route was about her crying for his love despite the fact that she did nothing other than give him blood. She knew he was struggling, but instead of trying to understand and comfort him, she only cared about her own feelings being reciprocated. There can’t be love when there’s no communication and the fence scene only proved that what she felt for him was mere obsession. He said it in an unserious way but she literally was on the verge of falling down and Ayato was shocked as she did that too. The only reason why I think he expressed his feelings after is cuz he was too afraid of how crazy about him she was to the point that she’d rather end it all than not get his love. I gotta admit that she redeemed herself in the vampire ending, I felt love there but route based she wasn’t shining.

He is seen sacrificing himself for her a lot of times, getting attacked by the wolves, jumping in flames for her, saving her from a bomb explosion, studying for her, getting into university for her, wanting to buy a house just for her, defending her from everyone that says anything negative about her wether that’s a random person or any of his brothers, mother or father.

Then we have Yui that does nothing for him in return. I better not hear ‘She is kind and cooks for him!’ because that doesn’t even come close to all the things he did for her well-being. Don’t get me started on how she tries making him face his abuser in Dark Fate and never defends him when he’s being slandered in front of others, even when they are in the wrong and harming her man. I saw some potential in her in lost eden but I took it back after she started taking such stupid decisions that only made Ayato feel even more guilty and sad rather than actually helping him. I can say the same about chaos lineage. She let his brothers make him feel like trash again, despite feeling bad for him in her thoughts, and only went to comfort him when he was starting to get depressed. Personally I would much rather prefer someone taking my side in front of others than putting honey around me in private. I swear this girl always talks but decides being quiet when she has to use her voice the most *face palm*

That is so ironic because she always expects him to save her ass and protect her all the time when she gets into troubles. At this point you should take a shot everytime Yui says ‘I know Ayato will save me. I know Ayato will protect me.’

Their relationship is not equal and will never be. You guys just like throwing the word ‘healthy’ only when the man loves the woman more but when it’s the other way around, then it’s seen as ‘toxic’.

I do think Yui is worthy of love but she’d fit better with someone that wouldn’t go to great lengths for her 24/7. Ayato is way too passionate and honestly he deserves someone more supportive and useful than her.

// Wow, that was long.

I've discussed this question with several of my friends, and while I generally agree with part of what you said, there are a few points I'd want to clarify.

Yui's actions in MB were essential to the plot of the route. When falling in love for the first time, I think a lot of teenage girls would behave similarly to her . She also acknowledged being selfish in the second last chapter, and it showed character growth when she came to terms with it and began to accept Ayato for who he is, flaws and all. I get that it's not particularly enjoyable to witness someone cry for almost the entire route, but she learnt something valuable from it, therefore I no longer see a problem. It was also confirmed in a book that Ayato was in love with her from the start. He was just confused and didn’t know how to properly explain his feelings due to the curse and trauma, therefore it’s not like he started dating her out of pity or anything like that. I developed this better here, feel free to read it if you want.

I would never consider her a bad girlfriend though. Even if she occasionally doesn't take everything as seriously as she’s supposed to, I believe she is doing her best. Yui isn't the type of person to take advantage of someone else's selflessness, and I have no doubt that she is very grateful of everything Ayato does for her.

Ayato is a bit more involved in the relationship but I don’t think he minds that…? I assume Yui's happiness is enough for him because he never complained about that matter. She still gives him blood, shows him affection and makes him laugh, even when it's not her aim to do so. It’s probably not the best comparison, since he’s putting his life in danger for her, but it’s still something.

Regarding the —not defending— part, I have witnessed several fans express the same displeasure, although I can't recall the specific situations they were referring to. Anyway, yeah, I kinda agree with that because everyone is capable of defending their S/O, so I'm not sure why they nerfed Yui on that.

It could also be the fact that Ayato is always shown as being really strong, therefore Yui probably doesn’t think he is THAT affected by those words. We don’t even know if she is very aware of how his brothers and family treated him in the past. For the players or readers, it makes sense why he gets insecure and feels threatened by their words or lashes out at them, but for someone who is unaware of the truth, it's a different story entirely.

On top of that, Ayato is the main hero. The heroine can shine in other routes but the main hero is the one who needs to show in his own one why he was chosen for the main hero position.

I wouldn’t say she’s not useful or supportive enough, she’s just softer in his routes, which I believe makes more sense to her character. Compared to other routes, she has it quite easy in his ones (except for the bad endings where they’re either both problematic or have to suffer), so I can see why Yui is more bubbly and carefree there. Besides, they both seem to be into the traditional relationship roles.

[roses-r-rosie3]

Never Stop Me

Harlan Briggs x M!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, kind of angsty/fluffy

Summary: y/n and Harlan did not to like each other but that changes while they are being questioned

Y/n and Harlan were polar opposites. Harlan was a fuck boy who ‘doesn’t do relationships’. Y/n on the other hand was a very loyal person and was nice to anyone he met, except one person, Harlan. Y/n didn’t really like Harlan because Harlan hooked up with y/n’s boyfriend. But besides that y/n had a crush on Harlan. He didn’t know why, but he did.

Y/n started noticing things change about him. Y/n was outside one day. He was walking through the park when he heard someone tell him to duck. Little did he know a football was flying towards him. But his reflexes made him catch it. Y/n thought that it was just a dumb luck that he caught the football in time. But when y/n got home, he was setting up a new shelf that he just bought. Apparently y/n built it loosely because the second he left it, he felt his reflexes making him move before he could get injured by the things.

Later in the night y/n felt something calling him. He couldn’t stop himself, he put on his jacket as he started to run out of his room. “Y/n where are you going in such a rush?” Said his parents, but y/n didn’t respond he just kept running. It led him to a dead forest. He later saw Luna, Blake, Everett, and Harlan arrive there to.

They start talking about how they are pack and all that

“Are you kidding me? That whiny bitch is apart of our pack” said Harlan. “I’m sorry are you talking about me?” Said y/n. “Yes and what about it” said Harlan getting closer to y/n’s face. “Last time I checked you slept with my fucking boyfriend? If anything you’re the whiny one! You’re always arguing about finding you’re fucking dad!” Said y/n. Harlan didn’t really take that lightly as he tried to punch y/n but again y/n’s reflexes helped him avoid the punch.

“Don’t fucking talk about my dad like that!” Said Harlan as Luna had to hold her brother back while Blake and Everett held y/n back. All of a sudden Blake said she had to go as she ran away from the fight. “Blake!” Said Everett as he ran after her. Y/n just rolled his eyes as him, Luna, and Harlan chased after them. They ran into Prisha as she instructed them to go home.

Nothing else really happened after that. But all of a sudden the cops knocked on y/n’s door to take him and the rest of them for questioning for why him and the rest of the group were at the forest. They all say at a chair. Y/n was the last one there forcing him to sit next to Harlan. They started to discuss what to say. They decided on telling the cops they were smoking weed. Before they went to go get questioned y/n felt bad for what he said to Harlan so he pulled Harlan aside to talk for a bit.

“Y/n I swear to god if you say something else I’m going to-” Harlan was cut off by y/n. “I didn’t pull you aside to start another argument, I just wanted to say sorry, I felt bad for what I said to you back there, about you’re dad, how is he by the way?” Said y/n sincerely. “He’s going to be fine, besides why do you even care” said Harlan. “I’m just here to say sorry okay? That’s all” said y/n. Harlan knew y/n was lying by the way his heart was beating. “Cut the shit y/n tell me what else you wanted to tell me” said Harlan. “Fine, I kind of like you okay? I know you slept with my boyfriend and all that but I like you, I don’t know why but-” y/n was cut off by Harlan’s pulling him in for a kiss.

“Well I definitely wasn’t expecting that” said y/n who was a little shocked. “Well I actually like you too, and maybe we could go out some day” said Harlan. “I thought dates weren’t your thing” said y/n. “Yeah, but I’ll make you an acceptation” said Harlan. “Harlan, y/n they called us for questioning” said Luna.

Luna saw y/n and Harlan talking and decided to tease her brother before they were questioned. “So you and y/n are like a thing now huh? Or is he just another one of your hookups” said Luna. “Oh shut up” said Harlan rolling his eyes.

A/n: idk how I feel about this but I wanted my first story about Harlan not to be smut so maybe the next Harlan story will be a bit of smut ;)

[snffbeebee]

Poison Apples Chapter 2

{ Catch up with Chapter 1 }

Word Count - 2,620

Warnings - Swearing, a little bit of sexy time...and well just the Mark of Cain doing what it does best. Enjoy, because this baby is just getting started!!!!

“Alright, it’s time to explain,” you stated as you settled onto the bed of the hotel room he selected for the night. “Who the fuck are you and why are people trying to kill you?”

“Not people,” he reminded you. “Demons.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Alright,” he sighed out as he sat down the bags on the floor. “Let’s start over. I’m Dean.”

“Not Jonathan Cash?” you snarked.

“No,” he smirked. “Not Johnny Cash.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed at his amusement to his own poor joke. 

“It’s a thing I do,” he shrugged as he sat down in a chair across from you. “And I’m a hunter. I hunt ghosts, demons, all that supernatural kind of stuff that you probably don’t believe in.”

“And now they’re after you?”

“Because of this,” he pointed to that mark on his arm again. “It’s the mark of Cain. With this, I don’t die but I become one of them.”

“A demon?” you snarked. 

“Yes,” he replied. “And he’s not as nice as me.”

“So you were a demon and now you’re not?” you raised your brow. 

“Yeah, there’s a cure to make me human again,” he replied. “But that doesn’t undue its damage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathed out deeply. “But fighting and killing… I like it. It’s like it wants me to do it and is always hungry.”

“Well that’s comforting,” you sarcastically stated. There was a long pause as your mind wandered back to the events of the night. “So why haven’t you just killed me?”

“You’re innocent,” he shrugged. “From what I can tell at least. You seem like a good person.”

“Thanks I guess,” you said softly. “So it’s just you?”

“There’s others like my brother,” he looked off. “We’re  not talking at the moment but he’s out there too, looking for me.”

“And you’re hiding from your brother?”

“More like, keeping my distance,” he replied, looking back at you. “He’s gone mad trying to find a cure and I can’t let him get anyone else hurt because of me.”

“I thought you said there was a cure?”

“To being a demon, yes, but to get rid of this? No.” 

“How did you even get that?”

He went on to explain the father of evil, Cain, and how he came to be the newest bearer of the mark and why. He discussed how he had died shortly after because of an asshole angel Metatron and turned demon to run around with the king of hell until his brother and their friend, who was also an angel, cured him. 

“You do know this all sounds insane right?” was all you could really muster out.

“I’m not an idiot. I know it does, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“And if I don't?”

“You’ll most likely end up dead,” he replied flatly. “None of them that are after me will care. You’re just another member of collateral damage.”

“Great,” you took a deep breath. “So it’s basically just a matter of time before I either die or go back and go to jail for the rest of my life?” 

“Like I said before,” his eyes met yours. “Listen to me and you’ll be alive.” 

After letting a large puff of air escape through your lips you got up from your spot. He watched you closely as you found the mini fridge. There were little bottles of alcohol inside and you were going to down each and every one of them. After twisting off the top of a vodka, you shot it back in one big gulp. 

You heard a snicker coming from him as you went to open another. You opted to ignore him as you chugged down the second one. 

“It’ll probably be at least a day before they find the bodies at your place, but it’s likely that someone from the hospital will notice your new patient is no longer there and review the cameras.”

“Most likely not until the 1st shift comes in at 8,” you replied. 

“What time does the bank open?”

“9 I think.”

“So that gives us,” he peered at the clock. “About 6 hours to sleep, and an hour to watch our backs til you can get to the bank, and to get the fuck out of town.”

“I need a shower,” you grumbled as you touched your neck. “I need to clean this up.” 

He got up from his spot and moved his hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You flinched for a second, but then allowed him to look. His hand stayed there for a while as he examined, causing a warm feeling inside you to start developing. Lust

or fear?  You did your best to ignore it as he stated that once you were showered he would help to bandage it up. You nodded as you pulled away from him, going to the bathroom to discard your clothing and enter into the shower. You weren’t in there long. You felt vulnerable with him and whatever else was now after you on the other side of the door. After getting dressed you walked out, he was now sitting on the bed with his own little bottle now empty in his hand. 

“Your turn,” you stated as you grabbed your brush out of your bag. “The water isn’t horrible.” 

He got up with a nod, but stopped himself as he approached the doorway to turn to you. 

“I’m sorry I got you involved.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t seem sorry when you had the knife in my back,” you harped back. 

“You mean this,” he pulled out a metal piece of the gurney he was on. It wasn’t a knife. You were never in danger. You felt the anger rise up.

“You asshole,” you seethed. 

“Yeah, I am,” he replied as he set it down. “I can understand if you want to run. I’m not holding you captive.”

“Not like I have a choice now,” you snapped back. 

“Yeah, well,” he sheepishly replied. “I just wanted you to know I never really meant any harm and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You were angry, but you understood and you hated yourself for that. You’d rather just be angry at him, but you couldn’t because you knew in that same situation, you might have done the same. 

______

His lips locked on to yours as his hands caressed your body. His fingertips tracing lines on every inch of you until they made their way down to your mound. Rubbing the lips of your entrance, you felt your wetness grow for him as his mouth moved to your neck, taking in your skin with his teeth gently. You were ready for him as he rubbed his digits on your folds before he twisted his digit inside of you, pumping you in and out slowly before he added another. It wasn’t long before he found the spot that made your thighs clench and shake as your orgasam grew. You felt it coming as his lips moved to trail down along your chest and further. You felt your knees buckle as he grew closer. One more second and you were seeing white spots. 

“Y/N,” you heard him speak. You let out a moan in anticipation. 

“Y/N!” you heard him again. “Wake up!”

You snapped your eyes open to see him standing above you all dressed and ready to go. Fuck, it was all a dream. You felt the wetness between your legs as you moved to get up, the slipperiness causing you to want to finish off the job. 

“What time is it?” you asked as you sat up. 

“About 7:45,” he replied. “You okay there? You seemed like you were having a bad dream or something.”

 “Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m good, just a little restless.”

“We’ll get dressed and all your stuff ready,” he instructed. “Be ready to move quick.”

You groaned at his directness, but eventually got up and made your way to the bathroom to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and tshirt with sneakers. You came out and everything was all packed and already looked like room service hit it. 

“Time to fly,” he stated. “How far away is the bank?” 

“Probably take about 15 minutes to get there,” you yawned. “Is there any time for food?”

“There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby,” he replied. “Where’s your phone?”

You pulled it out of your purse, no missed calls as of yet. He grabbed it from you and turned off the location services before handing it back.

“Once we hit the bank, phone is gone,” he warned. 

“Why?”

“911 can still track,” he replied. “I’ll get you a burner one.”

“No one but work calls me anyways,” you stated as you put it away. 

“ No boyfriend or anything that will miss you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m too much of a workaholic for that.”

“Well that makes this easier,” he stated with a shrug as you gave him a hard glare. “Relationships complicate things.”

“This one sure has,” you remarked with a smirk.

“Oh this will be fun,” he chuckled to himself as you both exited the room to head to the next phase. 

“This may be my best one yet.”

______

He pulled up outside of the bank, stating that he would be a block down the street waiting. You were instructed to get as much cash that they would allow and the rest on multiple money orders. You understood the assignment. 

“Hey, I’m moving and would like to make a withdrawal please,” you said to the teller. 

“How much,” she asked as she started filling out the slip. 

“All my checking and savings,” you replied.

She glared at you as her eyes shifted to the screen. 

“That’s over $700,000.”

“I know,” you stated. “I need 10 in cash, if possible and everything else on money orders. Dividends of 25k will work and some odd ones.”

“I need my manager to approve that,” she started to get up.

“Wait,” you whispered. It was enough to stop her. She looked at you with concern. 

“My boyfriend, he’s stalking me and I have to get away,” you replied, acting the best that you could before showing the mark on your neck. “He’s dangerous.”

“Call the police,” she whispered back.

“He is the police,” you replied softly as you did a glance behind you, tears forming in your eyes. “Please help me.”

She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. Domestic abuse, no one really questions and everyone knows someone that has been through it. You won her pity as she finished up the transaction and gave you a gentle ‘good luck’ as you collected the money and checks and put them into your purse. 

As you walked out you heard your phone ring. You looked at it and saw that it was work calling. You wanted to pick it up and tell them what was happening, but was it really a person on the other end or another one of those things. You chucked it into the garbage can on the sidewalk and made your way back to the car. 

“You good?” Dean asked as you entered. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “They called. It’s time to go.”

“Which way?” you raised his brow to you. 

“South,” you replied as you put your purse in the back. “As far down as we can get.”

“Not to pry,” he clicked his tongue as he started to drive. “But how much did you end up being able to get?” 

“Enough,” you chuckled for a moment, remembering that you really didn’t know the guy next to you. “$50,000.”

His eyes widened as he drove.

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah, it’s not much-“

“You’re freaking rich,” he laughed. “No conning pool or cards for you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We should probably find a place to get you clothes.”

“You sure?” he questioned you. “I don’t want you to specially spend your money on me or anything.”

“It will be a gift to myself to not have to smell you in the same clothes after a few days,” you smirked. 

“We will stop when we enter New York, " he stated. “Let's get out of the New England states first.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you leaned back your head. The ride was nice and smooth along the highway. He had the radio on, but only at a muffle. You watched as the scenery went by and slowly, your eyes began to close again.

———

“Hey Y/N,” Dean shook you awake. “Time to get up.”

It was almost dark already when you opened your eyes. You looked around and saw that you were at a gas station. Where, you had no idea. You stretched out your legs as you got out. Your body felt like you were in the car for days. Dean started to pump the gas and asked if you would grab him water and something to snack on. You went in like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what kind of snack he liked and being hungry yourself, you opted for one of almost everything. At least the stuff you would eat if he wouldn’t. While checking out with the snacks and the gas, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw two guys walking in, looking sketchy and their eyes roaming you. You thanked the cashier and got out of there. Dean wasn’t in sight where you sat in the car and waited patiently. The two guys came out, the one tapping his friend's arm and looking at you in the car. They started to approach you and you wished you had the keys to leave at that second. 

“Hey honey,” the skeezball stated with a grin as he leaned down to your open window. He rested his arms on the ledge causing you to not be able to roll it up. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Go away,” you replied while trying to not look at him or give him notice. 

“We’re having a party,” he continued. “Want to join us?”

You ignored him as best as you could as you noticed him inching in closer. 

“Nice car here,” he commented. “I’d love to take you for a ride in it. How much will it cost me?” 

“Go away”, you stated again. 

“Hey!” you heard Dean shout out. “We got a problem here?”

“My friend was just saying hello,” the other guy who wasn’t at your window responded back. 

“Your boyfriend?” the creepier asked you. 

“Time to say goodbye,” Dean warned.

“Why? We were just inviting her to a party. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the three of us taking our turns.”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say to Dean as he punched the one guy and before you knew it both were now down on the ground. The one that had approached you was turning into a bloody mess as Dean sat on top of him, endlessly punching him in the face. 

“Get off Dean!” you cried as you tried to pull him off. “We got to go before the cops come!”

He spit down on the guy as he got up and made his way into the car. You checked the guy for a pulse first before you jumped in the car as well. He was alive, barely. Dean went animalistic on him. You started to have a million more regrets about your travel companion now. What would it take for you to be next?

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