#i wish shows stayed popular for more than a few months now

[clareguilty]

Going from oneshots in popular fandoms to longfics in old fandoms is such a weird shift bc im so used to the constant dopamine from engagement with strangers and the sense of satisfaction from publishing multiple short fics

But now im posting chapter updates for one single fic and i get comments on each chapter from the same few people which is arguably more fulfilling in some ways bc im fostering connection and relationship but the quantitative success feels lacking

I don't think one is better than the other bc i do miss my wide audience days of oneshots, but that requires so much effort to keep up with new shows and games and trying to anticipate trends when old fandom weirdos have been in the same caves drawing on the walls for a decade or two

[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[divinesolas]

The Rockstar and Me

requested: would it be okay, if I requested a rockstar!jace x reader? were theve been best friends since childhood and the reader has a crush on jace. jace is a really popular upcoming rockstar and is super busy. he dosnt see reader the same way (just as there bestfriend) and kind neglects the reader bc he's really busy. so one night the reader has enough and they decide they need to take a break from there friendship, so they don't talk for a while. and then jace kinda realises he missed up and took the readers love for granted. In this time he he realizes he like her too.

w.c: 1.6k

c.w: just some minor angst and some fluff :3, not proofread

masterlist - requests open

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You are going to scream.

Not of horror and certainly not of pleasure but you were just so annoyed.

Your roommate would not stop playing their fucking songs, most people would call you crazy but you swear you were about to look for a new apartment and put in big red letters, DO NOT REPLY IF YOU LIKE THE WEST DRAGONS. You have nothing against their music but it all just leads back to him.

Childhood best friend and crush turned ex-best friend rockstar Jacaerys Velaryon. He was your best friend for so long and you had liked him, a part of you still does. A part of you still misses him but you did what you had to do.

You could not just sit around and let him ignore you like that, time and time again he would blow you off to the point you grew sick of it and blocked his number and never looked back. You didn’t just ghost him. instead opting to send him a long messages about how you needed space and he was no longer the guy you knew anymore and told him you were gonna reach out anymore.

That was three months ago and your sure he hasn’t even fucking read it let alone try to reply to it. Three months since your life flipped upside down, moving to a new place, still in the same city but further away from him, new job and some new friends, it was odd at first and still is, being away from him but you won’t just let yourself be walked all over like that.

You had planned to stay in tonight like you normally would but your roommate had other plans, standing in the middle of the room bickering with you while you try to block out the sound of their music in the background.

“I don’t wanna go out sab.” “Come on live a little, come out to the bar with me.” “Maybe another night.” “Nope you are coming tonight. right now. get dressed.”

With that she sprints out of the room and you groan knowing she won’t take no for an answer and get up to get ready. Its just one night out, it won’t be so bad, plus it a good excuse so you don't have to hear his music anymore.

Yet when you walk into the bar its packed with people lining up in front of the stage, you turn to sab and tilt your head. “What is going on?”

She looks at you with a big grin on her face, “I didn’t tell you, oh my god the west dragons are performing here in a few.” Your stomach drops.

No you had to leave, maybe you could fake an illness? No she would catch on and force you to stay. You could make yourself throw up? that would cause too much of a scene. You were definitely going to be sick when you see the lights dim and they walk up on the stage.

He’s the drummer he should not even see you right? you’ll just sit at the bar and count down the seconds until the show is over and you can book it out of the room. Aegon greets the crowd as the groups lead singer and your stomach continues to churn. You met him a handful of times and he was always nice to you, he had a nice voice you could agree but you felt so sick anytime you heard their songs.

The show went on without a hitch and you wish the ringing in your ears would get louder so you wouldnt have to hear it. You find yourself reminiscing about your time with jace with every song that plays. You miss him. Much more than you’d like to admit.

You dont allow your eyes to drift behind aegon, yet you hear him, the sound of the drums, it haunts you, sometimes you can see his hands peak out, when aegon moves you can see his dark curls but never look too close to see his face.

They are taking a mini break with aegon entertaining the crowd, the show is almost over, you could not wait to go take a shower and try to act like this night never happened. Aegons eyes drift around the crowd while he’s talking and they land on you, you watch as his eyes widen and he stumbles over his speech for a moment as he turns back for a second to look at jace.

That was not good. Not good at all. “What was that? do you think he thinks your cute?” “definitely not.” Your words come out more strained than you would like and she looks at you confused, “Is something wrong?”

You open and close your mouth unable to know what to say. Your chest feels like its closing in on its self as she grabs your shoulders worriedly. “I need some air.” You quickly stand and rush out of the bar, sab quickly following after you. The two of you don’t notice the pairs of eyes that trail after you.

You lean against the wall on the outside and try to catch your breath. You did not think this would affect you so much, maybe because your whole life has been around him that now it just feels odd that he’s not around. This whole thing reminded you too much of going to his gigs and him coming up to you after the show to ask you what you thought.

“Who cares if i liked it jace? the people loved it.” “I care, you matter more to me than them.”

“Okay what the hell was that?” You run your hands along your face and stare at sab as she looks at your worried. “Its nothing.”

“oh fuck off its not nothing, nobody just runs out the room looking like they just saw their ex boyfriend over nothing.” She gasps at her own words and covers her mouth, “Oh my god wait did you actually date aegon? fuck if i knew i wouldnt have brought you here im sorry-” “I didn’t date ageon sab and i didnt date any of them.” “Then what happened?”

The two of you freeze as someone clears their throat and sab gasps as she turns around. “Im sorry to interrupt but, do you mind if we talk?” Jace. He was staring right at you. Sab looks between the two of you and gives you a look that says she wants to hear all about this before she runs off.

You stand in silence,, not wanting to be the first to speak. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks on of the rocks on the ground. “How,,, um how are you?” “Im good.” He nods and continues to simply look anywhere but your face. “Thats good thats good um..” Its awkward. So awkward. It was never this way before but you guess thats just what time apart does to people. And you hate it.

“How are you?” He looks up at you shocked before he stumbles over his words, clearly very nervous. “Im good, im good, um, no no im not good actually. I miss you, so much.” Your breath hitches as you watch him continue to speak, “I regret how i treated you, so much. Im so sorry i miss you more than anything please, i just want us to be friends again, ill do anything to make it up to you.”

You don’t know what to say what to do. This is what you’ve been dreaming of for so long but your heart aches at the thought of returning to being just friends.

“I can’t be friends with you jace.” He stumbles back as if you had shoved him and he looks around attempting to compose himself. You swear you can see tears glazing in his eyes, “I um,” His voice cracks as he speaks and he coughs into his arm, “I understand yes of course, im sorry for bother-”

“I cant be friends with you jace because i cant bare being just friends. All ive ever wanted for so long was to be more with you, and if i go back to being just friends ill spend the rest of my life miserable because ill just be dreaming to be more with you.”

You do not even know when you had begun crying but you feel the tears begin to run down your face as you close your eyes and tilt your head down towards the ground. You feel his hands grip your face and pull you up to look at him, seeing his own tears running down his face.

“Im sorry, im so sorry. I love you. Im sorry it took me so long to realize this and that i had to be apart from you to know but ive realized i need you, i love you so much youre my best friend, the only person i need, i love you.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You dont mean it.” “I do i do mean it, i love you so much.”

He presses his forehead against yours and you sob harder. “I love you jace.”

“I love you so much, i will work everyday to earn your forgiveness to even be worthy or your love.”

He shakily presses his lips against yours in a peck and you two smile at one another.

“No more ignoring me?”

“Never, never again.”

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perm jace taglist <3

@tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons @ravenn-darkholme

[jweekgoji]

I love your platonic hcs with five!! Can you make more please?:33

Yandere!Five/Reader [platonic/hcs]

tw: very soft yan!dad!five, reader described as child here, mentions of Five/Dolores romantic relationship, brief mentions of Five's past trauma, hints on eating disorders, overprotective behavior word count: ~900. a/n: Thank you for your request, Anon. It was good to write something about my old interest after quite a break. I made this is mostly based on information I had read months ago from some book. Tiny sequel for this.

Kinda sad that tua fics aren't as popular as before and slowly dying.

Let's ignore the ending and other moments we shouldn't talk and pretend like...everything ended well for the Hargreeves family! All the siblings mostly live separately from each other, but they still care for one another and meet on birthdays and other holidays.

Five meets a young, pretty lady during one of his undercover missions, and after that «love at first sight» trope, their relationship grows strong, leading to Five finally abandoning his job as an agent (honestly, good for him).

I really like the idea of Five having a quiet, peaceful life somewhere far away with his family. His wife is a popular fashion model and earns enough money for the family, while Five is the one who stays at the house, keeping you safe and raising the way he wished he was.

Five is scared to repeat the past mistakes his family members made; that's why I see him being extra overprotective with you. He wants to give you everything he never had in his childhood, and it often leads to you growing into some spoiled brat.

I can see him pausing for a moment and having that «wait...WHAT?» look when you reply with a sassy remark, and that's the moment he sees that you're basically becoming the tiny version of his young self. Part of him is proud, he knows that you will be able to stand up for yourself in the future, but the other part...he's not really happy to deal with someone who uses his own methods against him, as we can tell from the show (points at the other versions of Five).

Five is that parent who wakes up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for you. He has a sweet tooth, but he avoids giving you too much sugar, like I mentioned before. By the moment you wake up, you see a plate of eggs and bacon carefully formed into a smiley face with a glass of juice next to it.

I see Five spending a lot of time reading about parenting. He is well-educated enough in many fields, but it's just something he likes to do when he is free from house chores. Sitting in the chair with glasses on and a warm blanket laid on his lap, it's a heartwarming sight. Dolores will return from work later this day, only to see her husband having a nap in their little library and their child eeping next to him.

Five is especially careful with the food he prepares for you. After decades of loneliness in the apocalypse, he had few food choices. Every day felt like a constant survival, and the idea of you experiencing the same at such a young age terrifies him. He unconsciously gives you a little too much food, constantly asking “you need more?” just to make sure you're well-fed. Five might pay less attention to himself, but you're getting the best meal ever.

Five gives me the idea of that dad who will hold you close next to him 24/7. Yandere Five just can't bear the idea of you being somewhere away from home for more than an hour. There's a deep conflict in his heart, and his wife always tells him that it's fine. You're growing up, it's natural for you to try and separate from your parents, but this bothers him to insanity.

There's no more apocalypse, no more The Commission; the world is quiet now; there's no need for him to worry about. He never argues with you about it, the moment you leave your home to meet with a friend, your phone will cry from constant messages like “are you okay?”, “where are you now?”, “when will you go back?”. He needs to know it in case, well...just something happens, he's responsible adult, after all.

For most parents, Five seems like the ideal father figure, but he gets a little overbearing sometimes. When you snap at him, giving something like “just leave me alone!”, he would get quiet immediately. It is a significant difference between him now and in the past.

Usually he never lets people to dismiss him like that, he would have dragged you back and lectured you about disrespecting him, but now he's just sad. He will let you cool down, just to think what he has done wrong.

Five loves spending time with you, mainly because he never had the chance to spend some time with his own family. There were missions, there were trainings, there were constant fighting, etc., and after his retirement he plans to give his full attention to you. He knows a lot, from how to solve some difficult equations under 15 minutes to how to kill a person with a pencil, but it's not the same when the person whom you trust the most teacher you everything.

Reginald never bothered to spend a simple father and son moments, how to be a man and deal with various situations in his life, that's why he wants to teach you of something simple. He knows it's not as impressive, but it's quality time that matters.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

有兩件事你永遠不必去追逐：真正的朋友和真愛。

Two things you have never to chase : True friends and True love.

-Mandy Hale-

I have something to say . . . (我有話想說 . . .)

我們都知道在這世上喜歡一個人又不犯法，即使你已有家室：老婆、先生和孩子。重點是在道德和良心允許的範籌內，行使正當友誼的權利。並且你得知道如何挑選正直且成熟的對象，既不會干擾你的婚姻生活，而能給予彼此成長和助力。不過，我相信能遇到這樣條件之人，少之又少。lol (如果你深入接觸的人比你堆的沙子還多，那可不是開玩笑。XD)

We all know that it is not illegal to like someone in this world, even if you already have a family: wife, husband and children. The focus is on exercising the right to legitimate friendship within the limits permitted by morality and conscience. And you have to know how to choose an "upright and mature friends" who will not interfere with your married life, but can give each other growth and help. However, I believe that there are very few people who can meet such conditions. lol (It's no joke if you have deep contact with more people than you have piled sand. XD)

And, in addition (並且，此外)

Recently, there have been a few good friends who have interacted with me on Tumblr for more than a year, or even longer. I am not entirely aware of your other sideblogs, especially young guys asking to see my photos, and of course they're not asking for photos of me wearing clothes… ha! Absolutely impossible. 🙄😅 In fact, my personal social experienced has made me a very tolerant old woman. It's not saying this myself. You have to actually get along with me to know that because they are similar in age to my son and daughter, so I cherish their friendship even more, especially the beautiful life still longer for them. The Chinese call it: "忘年之交" (the mean similar that : get on like a house on fire "see eye to eye with someone", when your friendship between different generations. also much older than my age friends as same meanings. )

Again, I don't set to make many friends on Tumblr here, and there're very few people I interact with. The number of people we sent private messages to was probably less than the number of times I go to a bar to drink in a month. lol The posts I share here are almost like writing a diary every day and records of my recent study of various majors. It is not for popularity, nor does it want to attract attention. Of course, except for the posts showing my leather art creations, the craftsmanship is my Most of the motivation to stay alive and rest of life.

Usually I don't have ideas about personal photos gonna send to you via private message for "friendship", it with "lover" very different to me. Just like now, when you randomly see a post by me and can put a smiling on your face, this is a beautiful friendship. If you happen to see it, it's fine when you don't like it. You don't need to use too much emotions. if that way Oftenly one party will be hurt, and time will tell everything about the feelings you hold in your heart, whether you believe it or not.

Sincerely, above.

I wish you a happy family, a loving couple, a prosperous career, good health and peace!

Your another mom & an old Sis Lan~*

《最近有幾個好朋友在Tumblr上和我互動了一年多，甚至更長。我不太了解你其他的次要博客，尤其是年輕人要求看我的照片，當然他們不是要我穿衣服的照片……哈！絕對不可能。🙄😅 其實，我的個人社會經歷它造就我成為一個包容性很強的老女人，這話不是我自己說的，你得實際和我相處過就知道；正因你們的年紀和我的兒子和女兒相仿，所以我更珍惜你們的友誼，中國人稱之為:『忘年之交』。(當兩者年紀差距甚大，但心靈和思想可以相契者。)

再說一次，我並不想在 Tumblr 上交很多朋友，彼此有互動者很少，曾經私訊者應當比一個月去酒吧喝酒次數還要少。 lol 我在這裡的貼文分享幾乎像每天寫日記和近日研讀各類專業科目的記錄，不是為了人��，也沒要吸引人注意，當然若是展示我的皮革藝術創作的作品貼文除外，工藝是我活下去的大部分的動力和生活的全部。

我沒有照片可以私訊傳給你們，就像現在若是你隨機性看到，能夠博君一笑，這便是美好的友情；你若剛巧看到不喜歡也很好，你不需要動用太多的情感。那樣往往有一方會受傷；放在心上的感情，時間會說明一切，無論你信不信。此致，以上。

祝福你們的家庭美滿、夫婦相親相愛和事業精進、健康平安! 》

well said 👇 Truth. I agree. 5 5 5 🙌 xoxo

"Friendship often ends in love. But love in friendship; never. "

-C. C. Colton-

PS. It was then dating with my friend at coffee shop across street of my studio in Chinese new year 2010. 😱 OMG! 14 years ago lol I dyed my hair color was popular in Asian at the time. and later I never dye hair color. Because it is meaningless, whether for fashion or to comfort yourself, hair colored does not prove your ability, but your brain do. 🤓

If I dye my hair again, it might be for fun, or perhaps I get to remarry/get carried away by impulse and he's dying hairs also, both do same for funs. I guess so. hahaha 🤸🤸‍♀️🤸‍♂️

[aemonds-little-belle]

Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER THREE (THE RULES)

Modern!Aemond x Reader (SUGAR BABY/SUGAR DADDY!AU)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3) -

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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Friday shifts always seemed to go by fast, the regulars, and those who took fridays off to shop in the city, flooding in with hardly any reprieve. Eyla and Y/n served coffee drink after coffee drink, the pastry case practically bare, donuts and croissants suddenly much more popular than they had been all month. “Thank the Gods it's the weekend!” Eyla cried, putting her coat on in the back room as the two girls got ready to leave.

“I just hate that weekends are only two days.” Y/n pouted.

“Speaking of days off.” Eyla began, rummaging through her purse. “Any plans with Mr Sexy Voice?” She once again raised and lowered her eyebrows in suggestion. “Also known as a literal fucking Targaryen.” She scoffed a laugh.

“I haven’t heard from him so I don’t think so.” Y/n lowered her head, filling her coat pockets with her things, the new phone included.

“Ugh bummer. You should text him.”

“I don’t want to bother him.” “He’s literally paying you to bother him, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“He’s not paying me to bother him.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “He’s paying me to …” She paused, realizing she actually wasn’t sure what he would be paying her for.

“Sex?” Eyla asked.

“NO!”

“What? It’s a genuine question!” Y/n just huffed, hands in her pockets as she waited for Eyla to hurry up so the two of them could leave. “Okay I’m ready.”

The two of them went out the front door, locking it behind them before saying their goodbyes, hugging quickly, and saying goodbye for the weekend. “Stay safe!” Y/n called out as she watched Eyla turn the corner, the both of them going in semi-opposite directions. She turned her own corner, hands still in her pockets, clinging to any warmth they could.

“Y/n.” A deep voice called out, one she would have, before, gotten ready to fight, but the silvery blonde hair and eyepatch made her realize it wasn’t a thug wanting her petty change that was in her pocket, just the man that wished to make her wallet overflow with bills. “Did you get my text message?” He asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he leaned against a black car, Y/n stood in front of him like a deer in the headlights.

“Oh.” She whispered, she hadn’t even thought to check the phone after her shift ended, something she never had to do before. “I’m sorry, no.” She kicked herself mentally, ‘I should be better at this’, pulling out the phone and turning it on she noticed five messages from Aemond, ‘that’s quite a few’. She smiled, looking back up at him, ‘at least he seems to still like me’. “I’m sorry, genuinely, I’m not used to having a phone to check.”

“Hmm.” He stood up fully, his hands now clasped behind his back, his eye searching Y/n’s face for any hint of a lie. “I just wanted to know if you were free after work.” He asked, his eye finally meeting hers.

“Yes.” She blurted out, genuinely having never had a thing to do after work, she knew the answer quickly. “I’m free.” She said a little more composed this time.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed again, ‘I swear he knows I like that sound more than I should’, he gave a smile, one that clearly he didn’t mean, the gesture never meeting his eyes, before he opened the car's passenger door. “Are you hungry at all?” He asked as he gestured for Y/n to get in, her body giving a slight start as she realized that yes, she was the one getting into a fancy car with a rich guy, this was in fact her new life.

“I guess so.” She admitted, buckling herself into the seat, her feet rigidly laid in front of her, her mind not allowing her to truly relax.

“Do you have a favorite restaurant?” Aemond asked, buckling himself in as well, filled with a similar amount of anxiousness, the two sat comfortably in their seats, but uncomfortably in their skin.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Unless you count the Cafe I work in.” Aemond shook his head ‘no’. “Then, I have never eaten out before. Um, do you have a favorite restaurant?” She asked anxiously in return.

“I do.” He hummed, starting the car up and checking his mirrors, pulling out soon after before speaking again. “It’s not far.” He cleared his throat. “Do you by any chance like waffles?” He smirked, never once taking his eyes off the road.

“I love waffles.” Y/n smiled back.

+

The waffle place wasn't far from Y/n’s work, just a few blocks away, the place glowing a subtle blue, the sign lighting up the street as the sun began to slowly set. “This is your favorite restaurant?” Y/n smiled, standing just far enough back from the building to take in its full glory, the inside more traditionally decorated, a stark contrast to the world around it, the blue glow warmer than the harsh white that could be found everywhere else, funky patterns adorning any bit of fabric the place had to offer.

Aemond shuffled his weight from foot to foot, suddenly anxious about his pick, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while. “If you would rather we could always …” He began.

“No! No.” Y/n shouted. “I love it, I’m just shocked that you like it here.” She looked him up and down, him once again wearing a suit under his tailored trench coat, no doubt a watch, that cost the down payment on the building in front of them, nestled beneath his sleeves.

Aemond just took a step forward, opening the door, some man in the back waving and calling out his name, Aemond’s movements so clearly pulling him to a specific table, his actions effortless and natural, as if he lived here. “My Mother used to take me here, just the two of us, when I was a child.” He softly said, a bit of resistance lacing his words, as if he was protecting the memory, yet honoring it at the same time.

Aemond had stopped in front of a booth, one away from windows, closer to the back, no doubt to hide his famous identity from nosey people. “I can see why.” Y/n said, sitting down on one of the booths benches, pulling her coat off before placing it beside her, quickly pulling out the new phone and her wallet, placing both on the table. Aemond did the same before taking off his suit jacket too, rolling up his button up shirt sleeves, showing off his toned forearms, the right one covered in an intricate dragon tattoo, the black ink contrasting his skin perfectly.

“This is for you.” Aemond cleared his throat, pulling Y/n out of her daze, a small bank card held out to her, the green shining in the Waffle house's light. “It has the entry fee of a hundred dollars on it.” Y/n’s eyes grew wide at those words, the card felt heavy in her hand, ‘Hightower Bank’ sprawled across it in fancy gold lettering, numbers underneath it, and her name written in puffed out plastic for all to see. “I have no access to the account, I can only send it money.” Aemond ensured, pulling out a small notepad and pen from his coat, then following a large folder. Y/n placed the card in her wallet, the old thing looking so undeserving of such a fancy card, a weird representation of how Y/n felt. Sure, a bank card had always been something she meant to get, but certainly not one from the richest bank in all of King's Landing, let alone most likely all of the adjoining cities and countries.

“Aemond, my favorite customer!” A man cheered, placing two menus on the table, quickly cutting off the previous conversation. “What can I get you two to drink?” He asked, looking at Y/n with kind but wondrous eyes.

“Can I have a water please?” Y/n asked, her eye’s meeting the man’s, then Aemonds.

“A water and a pot of coffee please, Daris.” Aemond watched as Daris walked away, Y/n still nose deep in the menu, trying to pick what she wanted, the menu full of choices, ‘too many’, if you asked her. “See anything you like?” Aemond hummed, pretending to look over the menu as intently as Y/n was.

“Yeah, everything.” Y/n laughed, looking at the small pictures that showed what select dishes looked like, the whip cream, chocolate, and fresh fruits all calling her name.

“Why don’t you get a few things?”

“I just got a bank card, Aemond.” Y/n scolded. “I don’t want to spend it all in one go.”

Aemond let out a low hum, this one clearly drawn out in frustration. “Why don’t we go over the rules of this arrangement before ordering?” He asked, waiting for Y/n to protest or ask a question, instead she just nodded her head, waiting for him to continue. “To start, what would you like to be paid?” He asked, clicking his pen open.

Y/n pondered for a second, looking around the dinner as if the walls held the answers. “Well, what.” She huffed out a puff of air. “What am I being paid for?”

Aemond smiled, the gesture genuine, impressed by her assertion, even if it wasn’t as confident as he would have liked. “Hmm.” He hummed, quickly wiping the smile off of his face, leaning back in his seat. “Well, I need a plus one to work events, parties with possible partners and their romantic interests of the month.” Y/n gave him a small smile at that. “Same with family events, I don’t think I can stomach another dinner alone with them.”

“Are they nice?”

“Some of them.”

“I guess, well, that’s better than none of them.”

Aemond chuckled. “You and my sister would get along well.” He leaned back in, the light above the table once again highlighting his features. “I also would like you to spend the majority of your weekends with me, and a night out of the week to go to dinner, just the two of us.” The last two requests seemed to be said with much more heart, want, as if they were the true reason he asked Y/n here today.

“As long as we can have dinner here.” She pointed her finger to the table harshly, as to prove her point. “Then you have a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes, would you like to shake on it?” She asked, her confidence slowly fading, yet she kept a hold on it.

Aemond held his hand out, grasping hers and lightly shaking it. “It’s a deal.” He smiled, Y/n shooting him one too before pulling her hand away. “Also, whenever we go out together, I will be paying.” His voice was lower now, telling, not asking.

Before Y/n could argue Daris had brought their drinks, handing each of them a water and an empty mug, placing the pot of coffee, milk and sugar, in the middle. “Have you decided what you want to eat?” He asked, clicking his own pen in anticipation.

“I’ll have my usual, please.” Aemond asked, the plain waffles with a side of different toppings calling his name, as it always did.

“Can I have the chocolate chip waffles please?” Y/n asked, handing Daris the menu, and giving him a sweet smile.

Aemond looked at Y/n, wondering why she had settled for just one thing, but choosing to ignore it for the time being, Daris walking away shortly after. “Back to my original question. What would you like to be paid?”

Y/n sighed, totally out of her depth with this question. “You’ve had … Arrangements before right?” She asked, a nod of his head signaling ‘yes’. “What did you pay them?”

“This isn’t about them, Y/n, this is about you.”

Y/n sighed, as excited as she was for this whole thing to kickstart, she hated being the one to make decisions, though she was sure Aemond hated having her make decisions too, the look on his face teetering to and from anticipation and pure agony. “You’ve already given me a hundred dollars, which is a lot by the way.” Aemond gave her a look of disbelief. “So, what about a hundred each month? If that isn’t too much.”

Aemond let out a laugh, a mildly loud and gutful laugh. “Y/n, I only gave you a hundred dollars to open the bank account, I intend to pay you much more than that.” Y/n was now the one with a look of disbelief on her face. “You get paid minimum wage at the cafe, correct?” She nodded her head ‘yes’. “Why don’t we start with that then? Hmm?”

“Aemond.” Y/n pleaded.

“I could pay you a thousand dollars a minute and I wouldn't falter a step the next day.” He shook his head, pouring his coffee, taking a sip of it black before continuing. “I’m doing you a favor by paying you minimum wage, Little Dragon.” The nickname slipped off his tongue, and before he could apologize or take it back, a smile spread across Y/n’s face, her eyes softening at the nickname. “Is it a deal?” He asked, holding out his hand to once again shake on the agreement.

“Can we at least circle back to the whole ‘money thing’ in a bit?” She asked, holding her hand out, but not close enough for him to grab it. “Just to talk about it.” She added, once again pleading with him.

“Hmm.” Aemond liked her bargaining skills, the kind eyes doing wonders on his leniency, just solidifying that she would be perfect as a plus one to some upcoming events. “Deal.”

[dojae-huh]

You 127 concert being just a fandom was not so true now Jaehyun had no excuse to enlist earlier but since its Jaehyun he gets a pass (fandom favorite) he just cause more burden tithe rest of the members that have been through a lot the whole year. Taeyong absence was inevitable but his wasn't what's you theory/ excuse in his decision

I make my assumptions based on available to me information. It was said that there are limitation to being accepted into the army band. If it was important for him to get there, then he couldn't miss the chance.

In the first place, me saying 127's concert in February will be for the fans (like a fancon type) wasn't about Jaehyun. It was about Doyoung and the information (back then) that it will be a stand alone concert.

Not going to lie, 127 going on a tour was a surprise to me because I was operating on the assumption that Do enlists around his BD. The tour will make sense to me if Doyoung stays till summer (noooo...), it will make less sense to me if he goes in February afterall, and will attend only the Seoul concerts (on that later down below).

Evenso, the tour is short - 14 stops. It is indeed "the momentum" (not in the sense of "using the moment of success and progressing in popularity", but "going on on inertia without the engine/applied force"), shows for the existing fans, to support the interest, US finally being included (but not Europe) is telling. After basically 3 months 127 will be back to solos and SMTowns.

The thing is, Mark and Haechan are successful centres. As long as there is (poor) Mark, there is someone to rap. Yes, Jae is a very popular member, but so are Mark, Hyuk, Woo (in Asia), and in some countries Yuta (not SK or China (I think?), but he covers Japan and SEA).

You are looking at the situation from the present and don't think about the future. Jaehyun going now means he will return and join Taeyong sooner. Ergo, there are two options: 127 lacking essential members in 2025 or 127 lacking essential members in 2026.

If Do stays till summer, then "Jaehyun leaving is a burden" is null completely. Because this way it's 1 main vocal absent in 2025 and 1 main vocal absent in 2026 versus 0 main vocals absent in 2025 and 2 main vocals absent in 2026 (when Tae is back and it's time for a proper 127 promotion).

And between leaving Jaehyun (as a vocal) and leaving Doyoung (as a vocal) for 2025, the second option makes more sense as Doyoung is the co-leader of 127 (Tae/Do substitution).

(Basically, I fear Do really stays till summer...nooooo)

However, I'm very biased (TaeDoJae being my top 3 faves) and I look at the group more as a judgemental consumer than a full-on "fan of the family". I make scenarios based on rap/vocal/leader positions and their combinations. It well may be pretty different for SM. aespa performed as 3 a few concerts. RV performed as 4. Dream and WayV live and do tours not having very strong vocals. Wish were given "Make a Wish" to cover, although none of the unit's vocals are close to DoJaeXiao in abilities (yet).

This tour is again a short one (14th stops), not a full one. Jungwoo and Yuta will get the spotlight as the only other two vocals beside Hyuk (if Do will be absent), which will encourage their fans to attend, and for them to get more exposure before their solos (2nd for Yuta, 1st for Woo). So, for you Jaehyun enlisting earlier is "a burden for others", from the perspective of Yuta/Woo/JN fans "it's a blessing", heh.

[emperor-peach-sensation]

Hello, hullo,

I have just recently got into Lee Junho (thanks to KTL) and 2PM. While I have a general idea I want to do a deep dive starting from their earliest survival shows to debut, to their concerts and variety. And I wanted to keep a journal of my journey.

I will also be honest about my thoughts and feelings.

I had known of 2PM and heard a few of their songs in passing (tho never listened to the full songs to be honest). I had stayed away from 2PM as I thought they were not for me, the stsge outfits, ripping of shirts on stage performances was off-putting - I was never a big fan of hypermasculinity (I had only seen a few scenes here and there at this point).

I was also not a big fan of kpop since the popular tracks I checked out back in the day was not to my liking. But I started to find songs that are more my taste later on, which were more 3rd/4th gen groups. Since I didn't have much fun on my earlier checks I didn't think of diving into older groups.

Oh but of course that changed.

One fine sunday on June I decided to check this new drama everyone was hyping about: King the Land. The 2nd episode had just aired and Ibsaw one of the leads was an actor on my radar: Lee Junho.

I kept hearing about Junho since 2021, all praises how hood of an idol-actor he is and so on. Whenever I see these kind of comments I note the names down to check later. I noted Junho's name down, I kept hearing how hoid he was and how great this historical drama Red Sleeve was. And on top of it he swept all the awards for TRS. Now I was curious, but not being a big fan of historical dramas I waited for his next project.

Yes I could have watched his earlier works but I wasnt feeling like it and had other hyperfixations going on.

So, KTL... I decided to check it out for a few episodes. Since I'm not a big romcom drama fan my prediction was to drop it in 4 to 6 eps in (because of the premise I was expecting a rich asshole abusing the FL in work environment with the drama romanticising it).

The moment I saw Junho acting I was gone, it didn't even take me a minute. Man's micro expressions are crazy. Instantly obsessed. So between KTL episodes I started watching his filmography, 'accidentally' expanding these watchs to his idol works. And 1.5 month later I have watched everthing (about to finish memory, which was the last on my list) have a general idea of 2PM, know their title songs, watched a few stages & squeezed in a concert. I have discovered I love their stages more than the recorded versions. They give so much energy, I wish I could watch them live, at least once...

A few of my favourites of them are: make it, hot, merry go round, Go crazy, I'm your man, adtoy, this is love, kimi ga ireba...

Now as the 15th anniversary concert is approaching I wanted to start my deep dive into 2PM. I have been gathering links to contents and putting them in a chronological order. 15 years is a long time and there are a lot of vids out there. I am scouring different youtube channels and putting the links on my excel - it feels like this is never ending but yay to hyeprfixations (I have over 4K links saved but it's still missing a lot).

As I start to watch everything in order, starting from 2006, I will also share my thoughts here. It will be a looooong journey but it will also be fun one as it lasts.

So, let's go!

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Have people actually responded overly negatively to your more critical opinions? (Rhetorical question lol; Not doubting it, just a little shocked )

I’m new to the fandom and this makes me almost not want to engage anymore 😅 you’re so polite when expressing your opinions and it never feels like an attack on individual fans but just critical thinking about the source material and fan reactions so this feels. Really sad tbh.

Personal:

It’s kind of you to ask and I’m grateful for your words. I try to be respectful but I’m often afraid of turning into those I hate.

In all honesty, I think a big part of my fear comes from how bad of an experience the 2016 fandom was. Most of the theonbloggers from then are gone now but many of their followers/mutuals/friends who looked and said nothing remain and it automatically makes me more paranoid. The racism and homophobia was unbearable and came from the most popular blogs back then and out of those who remain I can think of only two who moved a finger to stop it.

The present is better but now there’s more of us so it’s less targeted but more prevalent, I think, often even unintentional. Back in February I made a Theon poll and it got criticism. Some of it was fair and constructive, some wasn’t. It was then followed by nasty anons. The nasty anons came back in the recent past over not liking ships involving the squid prince and the Starks. There was also an incident of being accused and shamed for being a thramsay shipper (which I am not). Recently I perceived an uprising of show defenders who criticised book-only people for “gatekeeping”, not accepting show canon and being overall upset about the blatant miscasting of “dark” characters. On the survey there was an abundant majority who were almost aggressively defendant of A|fie A||en as Theon’s actor, yet with exception of my irls, every person agreed he at least did a good job with what was given to him or just praised him. The animosity for him wasn’t present at all but there was a lot of animosity for anyone who might eventually criticise/dislike him as Theon’s actor. I was also vagued about on the survey seven times, on four other different occasions I was attacked due to my wording (someone sent me suicide bait over a misreading of the sexually repressed Theon question), two people accused me of the survey being actually a throbb survey and another one said it was an anti-throbb survey.

There was also a case in which someone misread two questions and mixed them up so they told me all the many fandom trends they loved and then listed the blogs they despised (mine was among them). That one was at least funny and it made me wheeze. I am not even mad at that person, I applaud that audacity.

However, I am still here! Which is test to the fandom on itself because I rarely stay in fandom spaces for longer than six months, at said point I decide to become an hermit and consume stuff by myself (even without negative experiences). I still think this is a vast improvement compared to 2016 and I’ve gotten to meet some really cool people who aren’t always of the same opinion but are respectful and have so many fascinating ideas to explore! It can be so relieving once you find a small niche of people to debate and daydream with (and admittedly sometimes just complain). The mean people on the survey were also just a minority compared to all the rest of the responders, many of which were kind, honest and very open. I often found myself snorting while reading the proposed “wish fulfilment endgames” because you could tell how much they cared for the character. The thought “I want to be friends with this person” was more present on my mind than the few mean responders were.

This was also a less frequent case, but sometimes when people told me about the blogs whose Theon posting they enjoy they would write longer texts explaining why, and some of that was very touching. I wasn’t namedropped often but a few of my mutuals/people I follow were and it always made go “Yes! I agree! They are amazing aren’t they?! I loved their meta on [insert topic] and-“ seeing people gush over their friends is always a joy.

Also someone referred to my posting as “Jeyneposting” and i consider that the most emotionally significative description I could have gotten. Thank you!

TL DR: it’s not all bad. Until now I think it’s worth it. Good luck! : )

[petalsmooth]

And the season three tease that just uses old footage has 15 million and that's been out months. The first one here is just an advert for their wedding contest. The only content with more views is QC's trailer which has been out over a year at around 16.4m.

Now end of the day it doesn't matter how the show stacks up to other seasons in ratings because it's not like the show is suddenly going to change it's format. It's one couple a season, and if the prior actors stay maybe a side story but not near the same time onscreen and I accept that because I'm not delusional. However, it's important for a few reasons.

First is that I like the family and I hate the meandering triangle of season two which served no purpose aside from telling ME the showrunner at the time though he was more creative than he actually was, when really he had nothing to say or there wouldn't have been so much filler. If you cannot improve on the book, then stick to the book. So if THIS season is insanely popular, hopefully puts to rest any idea of future seasons being like THAT one.

Second, I'm tired of Kanthony fans and just fans in general playing ship wars with a show that shouldn't HAVE ship ways because of its format. It's among the most ridiculous things I've seen in an online fandom. It's one couple a season, everyone knows that. How do you then manage to create so much animosity in a fandom over new seasons not featuring your couple? I don't CARE if the season after POLIN is even more popular or if less. I only want it to be good. It won't diminish THIS couple either way. I am not rooting for other seasons to fail because I like the family! I want more eps! If you don't then STOP WATCHING THE SHOW and leave. Do not try to bully your way into a spinoff that will NEVER happen for you.

So, I feel like if the couple these ridiculous people trolled for year's is insanely popular maybe it will shut them up in a way season two should have shut them up. Because Kanthony is NOT the show. It never was. Infact season 1 STILL ranks higher in views. They did not make Bridgerton popular, and they are not why it would stay popular. People love the format of the show, the period, the costumes, the family of Bridgerton's. Really it comes down to more continued good writing and good casting for future seasons. Not any one couple.

That being said, contrary to their beliefs, Polin ARE popular and the views above prove it. And since women are primarily the audience, the idea they thought that same audience wouldn't identify with someone like Penelope...I dunno. Because while the show is known for diversity, that comes in ways aside from color of skin too. I think all women, even men really, can identify with not fitting a certain beauty standard or being socially awkward. This is rather universal across all boundaries I'd imagine. Even with Colin, being rather adrift in a family and uncertain of his purpose is...that is relatable. Throw in having seen the characters a couple of seasons and not sure how anyone would think there isn't an audience for this romance. And the chemistry? That was always there, need only look to season 1 with the "barb" scene to have a sneak peak of what would happen once the writing allowed it explored.

Also, in news related to the "family" of Bridgerton, Jonny has hinted will be a part of the show for years to come. Which I love because he has gotten more offers of late and could have followed same path of the previous lead, but indicated he wishes to be supportive in future generations of the show for the fans. Probably won't be on at same rate as before, but will still be there so I love that.

[obiwan]

Hi it's been a while since i had anytime to read fanfics mainly because i was sick and busy with school lol but now i'm doing much better and want to read some obikin. I already know and read and love all the popular ones so i was just wondering if you know some new good ones that u wanna spread love for? say like from the last 3 months? thank you either way! and i wanna say that i love love love your writing!

I've been holding off on this, but combined with *a lot* of other similar messages I've received, I guess I'll bite. (also do you confuse me with someone else because the only writing I do currently is crying about EM in my tags), but anyway without further ado.

Now I don't know what you're looking for, so I have kept it to my personal favourites, some of which are WIPs. You've said you've read all the classics so I won't include those, and I have kept it to mostly the last three months as per your request. Here we go.

✰ (Explicit, WIP, Omega!Obiwan) this land is mine, but i'll let you rule by @travellingcircus

Anakin buys himself an omega-slave to help him run the moisture farm left to him by Cliegg Lars, but Ben is a little more than what he appears to be.

GORGEOUS FIC. I do love EVERYTHING by the author btw - just as a disclaimer, I love their style, I love their characterisation, and this fic is no exception. Give it a try if a/b/o does not squick you out.

✰ (Teen, Completed) a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by @treescape

“A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?”

“It is imperative that you restore yourselves,” Master Ti had said gently. “You’ve undertaken so much work in the aftermath of the war that we fear you will only burn yourselves out.”

“Treat it like any other mission,” Master Windu had told them kindly but unflinchingly when both Anakin and Obi-Wan had tried to protest. "You both have your orders.”

Or, Anakin and Obi-Wan go on a Council mandated vacation. While there, they encounter a few surprises.

I adore it when these two idiots can not communicate to save their lives. Although Obi-Wan is holding custody of the shared braincell in this one.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) just like the days we'd burn by @travellingcircus

Modern AU: After an accident derails his racing career, Anakin comes back home to Tatooine.

I'm very much obsessed with slice of life (can this actually be considered slice of life? idk) fics, where it's slightly domestic and suburban, and there's a an air of depression but it's fine because they have each other, like, these fics make me think of Gummo and it's like. I really get transported to another universe - I love this fic so much.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) then she lit up a candle (and she showed me the way) by skywaIker

Alright, so maybe it’s a little weird that Anakin’s favorite part of the month is always when he gets to meet up with his favorite, definitely-not-the-enemy Sith, Darth Sophos.

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS ONE SHOT, god please, whoever u are, write more. MORE. write 90k of this.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) Igneous by @zimriya

“Are you my birth father?” Leia asks. 

Something caves open where Obi-Wan’s heart used to be. “No, I’m not,” he says. “I wish I could say I were.” 

One truth; one lie.

STUPIDLY GOOD. Warning: it's not a fix it. But it's really stupidly good, I'm truly obsessed.

✰ (Explicit, Completed) stay til the dawn, i'll give you the sun by @tennessoui

Jedi Anakin Skywalker crashes in a field on the planet Stewjon. Out of respect for the Jedi Order, King Kenobi takes a personal interest in his recovery...especially when they accidentally form a Force bond, scant hours after Kenobi alerts the Jedi Council to Skywalker's presence so they can come retrieve their Jedi.

But if Anakin can't remember who he is, is he really still their Jedi? What's stopping him from being Obi-Wan's?

Especially when, if the amnesiac himself can be believed, it's all he wants.

Just do me a favour and read all of their stuff - like, I can easily rec everything they've ever written, including their tumblr aus. Read it! Read their other fics, a gift to the fandom.

✰ (Explicit, Completed) The way he smiles at you by @himboskywalker

The end of the Clone Wars drags on at a limp with the Chancellor dead,though there are still battles to be won.But with the near end of the war the HoloNet has turned its sights on juicier news and traded rumors,like the supposed torrid and elicit romance between the galaxy's most famous Jedi Knights.

Where Anakin is plagued by galactic tabloids and gossiping clones,Sidious choked on a bagel during the battle of Coruscant,Obi-Wan hasn't had cell service,Order 66 never happens,and nearly everyone gets a happy ending.

I'm obsessed with this fic. There's no other explanation, other than I'm so obsessed with it. So you get it recced.

✰(Explicit, WIP) Blood in the Water by Rwumper

Obi-wan loses the duel against Darth Vader and is captured instead.

OWK Show Episode 6, Canon-Divergence.

Honestly what it says on the tin. Vaderwan, but I really love it.

✰ (Explicit, WIP) My love, are you the devil? by NFx

You didn’t know? 

A bead of sweat rolled down his temples, eyebrows knitted together in a grimace. Flashes of another life burst behind his closed eyelids, the sins of his past a smoldering flame that gradually increased into an undying inferno.  

He’s alive, Obi-Wan.

Golden eyes pulsating with bitter resentment appeared in his mind’s eye. A serpent that will slowly emerge from the shadows and stalk its prey, its penetrating eyes always on him. 

Anakin Skywalker is alive.

Can you tell I'm a bit obsessed with the Vaderwan capture fics. Well. I am who I am ig, I do love a good canon divergence!

✰ (Explicit, Completed) Satellite Mind by @theseptemberist and @intermundia

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten.

or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s.

I'll die if I don't include this in a fic rec I make. I know there are a lot, a LOT of great fics out there, but this one, speaks to me on such personal levels, I will truly perish if I don't include this in any fic rec post I have. It would feel like betrayal yk?

SO, there you go, I kept it really limited tbh, I read a lot more than this but given that you asked for stuff from the last three months, this is all I have atm! Granted I have been going ~through stuff so I haven't been able read as much as I like, but I hope this satisfies u somewhat. Also genuinely deathly curious about what you mean about my writing bc... do you follow me on twitter or do you have me confused for someone with actual talent sjhgfg. Anyway enjoyyyy ✨✨✨

[rainebowkitty]

Mikoto celebrates your bday with you x reader headcanons (Milgram)

Since it's my pal @veevz-drawz 's bday today and we both just got into Milgram together, I wrote up some x reader bday headcanons for our best boy, Mikoto! These will be based off of the portrayal of Mikoto in this wonderful fic btw, so be sure to read that first!

Happy bday, Veevz! This is for you! Headcanons under the cut :D

Mikoto making sure neither of you have work on your special day so that you can both make the most of it! Hooray for sleeping in!

Considering how cheery he is in the mornings, he’d 100% make you breakfast in bed too

He'd make your favorite breakfast foods or something similar to it (he apologizes if he didn’t remember it correctly! He tried writing it down and everything, but he lost the sticky note;;;)

Speaking of things he remembered, he's probably been saving for months to buy you some big fancy gift. Maybe you needed new clothes, so your cute designer boyfriend picked out a whole wardrobe of practical things suited to your tastes (but he's got all the receipts just in case, he's no fool).

Or maybe you needed a new household appliance you just haven't gotten around to buying yet. Whatever it is, you're both working adults, so his gift to you is most definitely something you can both use and love!

Just imagine Mikoto lugging a microwave to your shared apartment at like 10 o clock after work the previous night. And he gleefully tells you in the morning how well it works because he's been using it in the office for like two months now as is. What? Where else was he supposed to hide it? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned he's been using it up until now...

Then again, if he bought you a new stylized wardrobe, imagine random clothes showing up in your shared closet with the tags still on them in the months prior. You bring it up the first time it happens, but he woefully forgets the conversation and does it a few more times until he just leaves the entire haul at work. He's got a suspicious trash bag full of surprisingly popular clothing brands that he just hands to you on your special day. (You still probably come across it in the closet before he himself can present it to you though)

Another cute gift he could get for you are bath bombs! A good bath always helps him destress, so maybe you could try it sometime? He promises he won't occupy the bathroom for at least 30 minutes to an hour today, but then again, he's not spending his day at work, is he?

He's spending his time with you, and once nighttime peeks over the horizon and he starts to lose that hazy happiness he always has in the early mornings and late afternoons, he'll order you your favorite takeout and cuddle with you on the couch until there's that familiar knock at the door. You stay right there now, he'll get it.

For once this cruder version of him is being quite sweet. You selfishly wish your birthday could last forever, but you live in an apartment as it is. You probably shouldn't light any candles, or make any wishes.

Even so, as he closes the door with the bag of takeout looped around his arm, you quickly find him digging in the fridge for something. Once he turns around, you see a cupcake, or perhaps a slice of cheesecake (maybe even a scoop of ice cream) on a paper plate in hand. There's a candle sticking out of it.

You hardly notice him rummaging in his pocket for his lighter until you see the flame itself. You feel a swell of panic, but he puts a finger to his lips to shush you before you can even begin to protest.

"It wouldn't be right if you didn't make a wish. Now go on, make it quick before the landlord has our asses."

And as you blow out that candle, you don't have a particular wish burning in your heart or mind. You only have a yearning for more moments like this. Moments where you two can breathe in air that isn't smoke, and spend time together rather than at work.

You hardly realize that that has been your wish all along. For Mikoto to become a bigger part of your life, and for you to become a greater chunk of his.

[whiteqnn]

PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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Keep Driving//HS

Warnings: Smut and Language

This is an AU

Frat Boy Part 2 is coming soon I promise! 

When Y/N Y/L/N  was sixteen, her father got a job in California. The marriage between Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N  had been rocky for a while, and apparently this was going to be their chance to start over, and give their marriage another shot. Y/N had begged and pleaded to stay in the city that she had grown up in. New York was her whole life; her friends, her school, even her part time job—but Mr. Y/L/N had put his foot down, saying that they were leaving and that was final. Her older brother was at Columbia University on a partial scholarship, and he lived near campus, so he wasn't coming with them, which was just another reason that Y/N didn't want to leave.

But two months after he broke the news, they were living in California, and she was miserable.

And it wasn't just her.

Mrs. Y/L/N had tried to show outward support for her husband, but it was clear that she was missing New York as well. Even though California was beautiful, and less busy, and sunny, and everyone always seemed to be smiling and tanned, it just didn't feel like home.

Things just got worse between Mr. Y/L/N and Mrs. Y/L/N, and now Y/N didn't have the roof of their apartment building to escape to with her best friend, Mitch Rowland. All she had now was the backyard, but she could still hear them yelling and things banging around inside.

She hated her school.

She hated her teachers.

She hated the other students.

She just hated everything.

The only thing that she didn't hate was the boy next door.

Well, at least, she didn't hate him yet. He could still possibly do or say something that might rub her the wrong way, but so far, it seemed that maybe they had a bit in common.

He was older than her, she knew that because he was in a higher grade than her at school. He hung out with a lot of people, and a lot of them were clearly popular, but he never really seemed interested in what was going on around him. He wore a leather jacket all the time, and he had ear buds in his ears permanently, hidden under his shaggy brown hair , and his emerald eyes were always moving around his surroundings. And more often than not...He had bruises.

The first time they properly saw each other, or at least, at the same time, was six months after she moved in. She was sitting on the swinging chair in the backyard, holding one of the chains connecting the chair to the tree, rocking it with one hand while the other was clenched in her lap. Her parents were going at it again, and it was almost funny, the way it sounded as though they were trying to out shout the couple next door. The curly haired boy came storming out the back door, and for a moment, the shouting from inside the neighboring house got louder, and then it was muffled as the door shut. He saw her sitting there, and his walking slowed for a split second. He frowned when he heard the shouting in her own home, and Y/N frowned back at him when she saw a bright red mark under his eye.

He paused and tipped his head in a nod at her, almost a sympathetic one, as though they were kindred spirits, and then he was stalking toward his car in the driveway. He got inside, turned on the engine, and then went roaring down the road.

At least he could escape, even if it was just for a little bit.

Y/N wished she could go with him.

The next day at school, the red mark around his eye had turned into a bruise, and it was an ugly blue and purple for the next few days. It was the first time that Y/N had actually appreciated the fights between her parents. At least they never turned physical. Sure, they were verbally vicious with their words, and sometimes Mr. Y/L/N would turn them on her, but they had never used their fists.

A few weeks later, they saw each other again. Over the screaming and the shouting of their parents, they looked at each other from over the fence that separated their properties. He looked like he was going to start walking toward his car without anything further, but then he held up his keys at her, like a question. Y/N lifted an eyebrow in surprise, her eyes widening, but then, probably against her better judgment, she nodded her head and walked alongside him on her side of the fence, until she got to the end and rounded onto his driveway. She let him open the passenger side door without a sound and slid inside.

The car was surprisingly tidy for a male, although she didn't really have much to compare it to. No one really had their own car in New York, and especially none of the guys she had dated or any of her friends. It was all cabs or buses or the subway. They didn't talk as he turned the car on, waited for her to put on her seat belt, and then reversed out of the driveway.

And then they drove.

It must have been for hours.

She actually fell asleep in the passenger seat, lulled by the quiet music playing on the radio, and the salty breeze coming from the open window as they drove alongside the beach, and the smell of his cologne. When she woke up, they were back in his driveway, and it was dark outside. He gave her a tiny smile as she got out of the car and she wiggled her fingers in a sort of goodbye wave, before going back into her own home.

She didn't even know his name.

It became a thing.

Once or twice a week, if they were both outside, they would gravitate toward his car, get inside, and drive until their minds didn't pound quite so hard. She learnt his name; not from him telling her, but from hearing someone call it out at school. He learnt her name as well, but she wasn't too sure how. At first they didn't really talk, although there was one time after a particularly bad fight, when tears were dripping down her face, and he reached across the center console and squeezed her thigh ever so slightly.

After that, they seemed to open up a little.

Sometimes she would sing along to the music on the radio—he seemed to like that, the way he gave her these soft looks out of the corner of his eyes.

He asked her about New York, she asked him about London.

She told him about her brother, he told her about his best friend, Louis Tomlinson.

Most of the time, though, they traveled in silence, other than the music. And for some reason, she felt that that was when she understood him the most. Because they both just needed someone, someone who knew what they were going through without needing to try and put their feelings into words. They didn't necessarily want someone to talk to, just someone to be there.

They exchanged phone numbers at some point, maybe a month after all of their interaction started, and then their drives became more frequent, because even then even if one of them were okay, and they weren't trying to hide outside, they would come if the other needed them.

And then they would drive.

Y/N had no idea what they were, but she knew that a couple of months after this had all started, they began holding hands, their fingers only unlacing when he needed to shift gear. The weight and warmth of his hand was comforting, and it made her feel relaxed, and a lot of the time, she fell asleep. She wasn't too sure what he told his friends about her, but they had started hanging out at school now, and his friends gave her these smiles in the hallways, as though they knew who she was. She hadn't really made any other friends, and he just one day started sitting at her lunch table.

And he held her hand when he walked her to class after.

There was this tension between them. This thing that they both knew was there, but they didn't want to push, just in case it changed things. If he tried to kiss her, Y/N would kiss him back, and he knew the same about her, but neither of them made the first move. Because their lives were already mixed up enough, and full of uncertainty and worry; with their parents, with themselves, with their future—and they didn't want to risk the good thing that they had.

But when they were in his car...When they were racing along the highway next to the ocean, the waves crashing in on the surf...The windows wound all the way down so that Y/N's hair was getting knotted beyond belief as it tangled around her face...The music turned all the way up so that even when she sung at the top of her lungs, she still couldn't properly be heard over the bass and the wind roaring in their ears...And there was this look in his eyes that promised that one day; one day they would just keep driving, just the two of them...And that was enough.

And it was the only time she felt like she was home.

Y/N's stomach swooped and spun as Harry took a corner faster than he really should have, but still easily in control of the vehicle. It wasn't nerves with him behind the wheel, he'd never given her a reason not to trust him in the car, more just the rush of adrenaline that came with it. There was something old that she didn't recognize playing through the speakers because all they had were some old cassette tapes that Harry's boss had given them. Harry had assured Y/N that he would make some upgrades so she could play her phone through the radio, but it had been a few months since the vehicle had been done and she had a feeling that he liked how original everything was inside and didn't want to make any changes. Y/N wasn't going to bring it up again, though.

He already did so much for her.

"You good?" Harry glanced over at her when they were back on a straight again, his hand reaching over and resting easily on her thigh. Y/N's smile was wide and genuine, her hand lifting from where it had been resting along the window frame and letting her fingers spread in the wind.

"I'm good," she replied, and Harry squeezed her leg once before his eyes stayed forward again. There was the ocean on one side, and it was a gorgeously breezy evening, the salty air filling the car and tangling Y/N's hair that she'd forgotten to braid before they had left. She wasn't even going to think about it until she woke up tomorrow morning, she was too content right now. It had been a relatively easy week for her, Harry had had relatively early nights every day at the garage where he worked, Mitch had confirmed his visit this weekend and now she was a passenger with the guy who made her happiest.

It hadn't actually been that long ago—three years, it had only been three years since she'd graduated—but her life was so completely different from how it had been then. She was completely different from who she had been back then.

Harry had been in the grade above her in school, he was a year older, and so he had graduated first. Coming up to his graduation, he had told her he would stay at his parents place, he would get a full time job and be out of the house most of the time anyway, but—Y/N knew that it wouldn't work. It would still be bad. It hadn't mattered Harry's whole life, not when he'd been a kid and not now that he was an adult, and it wouldn't change just because he had a job. The only thing that had been stopping him from retaliating, from returning one of the punches from his father, had been his mom, but she had let Harry down, over and over again, choosing her husband every time. And it was only a matter of time.

She wouldn't have been able to live with the fact that she was the reason that Harry wasn't leaving the house, just to be close to her until she could leave as well, to make sure she wasn't alone on the nights when it got too bad. She had been adamant that he needed to leave, that she knew he wasn't leaving her, that she knew he was there, that she knew she wasn't alone. It hadn't been as bad as when they had first met, when she had been so achingly lonely and angry. Her parents were still together, for some reason—they weren't happy—and they still fought, but Harry had helped her find her feet at their school, introducing her to his friends and cousins, encouraging her to join the soccer team and even though a lot of things were still shit, it hadn't felt as though the world was ending anymore.

And after all of that, how much he had helped her, how much he had given her, she couldn't be the reason that after eighteen years, he didn't leave the house that had kept him trapped in his own nightmare.

He'd moved out the day after his graduation, Y/N helping him pack his things while both of his parents were at work and carrying them out to his car. Harry was worried his dad might call the cops to say the car had been stolen once he realized that Harry had moved out since his name was technically on the insurance, and it made Y/N sad to think about Harry's father driving around in the car that they had created so many memories in. But it didn't matter, because Harry just needed to be out, and he already had a tentative job lined up on the other side of the city, and a place with one of Louis Tomlinson's friends that he was looking at next week. He had stayed with the Tomlinson’s until he properly sorted himself, and things had been messy between the Styles and the Tomlinsons, but Mr and Mrs Tomlinson made it clear they knew things weren't good in the Styles household and that they wouldn't be asking Harry to leave. And it had gone well, it had been fine. Not great, but fine.

Things became strained between Y/N and Harry for a while in her senior year, because Harry was now living a completely different life from her and it was difficult to adjust to that. They had been so used to being in the same worlds, and even closer, bonded together over something that had affected both of them. And it had made Y/N worry, that maybe she was clinging to Harry because he had been the first good thing to happen in her life in so long, and that maybe they didn't really belong together, maybe as they grew older it would become clear they didn't actually have anything in common.

It had been over four years that they were officially together now, and even though insecurities still rose to the surface occasionally, she knew one thing for certain.

Her and Harry belonged together.

After she had graduated, she and Harry left California all together. It was something that they had already planned to do—it had always been her plan, to go back across the country to where her brother was—and having Harry at her side had just made the move so much easier. Things had still been difficult, financially and emotionally, as they needed to adjust, and working multiple jobs each for a while had been hard, but they had done it. They had lived with her brother and his girlfriend in their tiny flat for six months as they had saved money and tried to find where they fit in, before they had decided to move to a small, coastal town in New Jersey. Harry had managed to secure himself a job at a mechanics garage through one of the job's he'd held in New York, and within a few months there, he had been offered an apprenticeship that he'd taken without a second thought. It hadn't been the direction that he had thought his life was leading him in a few years ago, but it made him happy now. Y/N had taken a few odd jobs to begin with, still trying to find something that made her content, until she had met Niall Horan. She'd been working in his flower shop ever since, with hours that still meant she got to enjoy the afternoon sunshine and take photos with the old camera that Harry had brought her for their first Christmas together.

Her and Harry ate dinner together most nights, usually Harry cooking when he got home from work because he was better in the kitchen and he loved cooking for Y/N. Y/N did the grocery shop once a week and was acquainted with most of the people who worked at the grocers, the butcher who knew the cut of meat that Harry liked cooking with and Niall's friend who was a manager would always greet her with a big smile. They had a house that was tiny but the perfect size for them, with a garden that was a bit unruly and a bright red mailbox that was completely mismatched from the colour of the house and a shower that they could barely turn around in but still managed to have sex in at least once a week, splashing water all over the tiled floor.

It was beautifully domestic.

Y/N knew that.

It was weirdly domestic, one that had unsettled her to begin with, because she had never had this before; not when she had lived with her family, not when she had looked up to her parents, not with anyone. But that's what this was.

It was peaceful domesticity, one that filled her soul with contentment.

"We're almost there," Harry mentioned as he took a turn and Y/N blinked as she refocused on her surroundings. His hand squeezed at her thigh, sliding up a little further so that his pinky finger disappeared under the short hem of her summer dress. Her tummy dipped at the feeling of his fingers tightening around her thigh, but she made sure to keep her breathing even as she picked up the bottle of water between the seats and took a long sip.

The turn they had taken meant they no longer had the ocean next to them, but the trees on either side were a pretty change of scenery, and it was only another minute or so before they reached their destination. They had been here a handful of times before—it had been Niall who recommended the drive-in movie to them—and they'd loved it. It wasn't too far away from where they lived, only fifteen minutes from their home and the drive was along the coastline almost the whole way.

Maybe Niall had also suggested the best places to park if they wanted privacy.

And maybe Harry and Y/N had taken his advice every single time since.

"Oh, did you get back to Louis?" Y/N asked to drag her thoughts away from things that would make her squeeze her thighs together. Harry seemed oblivious to her thoughts, his hand still high on her leg, as he hummed beside her.

"Yeah, I called him on my lunch," he replied as he pulled the car into the slightly bumpy driveway that led into the field next to a patch of woods where the drive in was. "He said that he and Sarah are going to come over the day after Christmas, because their parents would not be impressed if they weren't there on Christmas Day." Y/N nodded understandingly. It was nice that some of their friends had good relationships with their parents, given that both Louis and Mitch didn't speak to theirs much, similar to Harry and Y/N. "But—" he broke off as he slowed to a crawl and then a stop as they rolled through the gate and he reached out to hand cash to one of the people waiting before carrying on forward. "But I'm pretty sure Louis is going to be coming down sometime sooner anyway." Y/N's eyebrows lifted and she jerked in her seat, as she grabbed at his arm.

Harry smiled as he pulled the car in close to a crop of unruly bushes and the rickety fence line. It was the same place they had parked the last two times they were here, and it had worked well for them. Y/N was already reaching for the snacks that they had brought, the bag of crisps and sweets and the big bottle of soda, and she wiggled around in her seat excitedly. Harry turned off the car and slipped back further in the leather seat, moving it backwards so that he had more leg room. It was stupid the way her mouth started watering as she saw his thighs spread out of the corner of her eye, and it was a good thing that he'd taken his hand away from her thigh to shift the gear into neutral.

It had been Spring for a month now, and although it was heating up, it wasn't too hot, it didn't feel stifling yet. Both of their windows were wound down—hers all the way, his only partially—and the breeze was nice but Y/N already knew that she would need to wind it up soon now that the sun was going away. There was a blanket in the trunk, if they really needed it, and Y/N would probably use it to wrap around herself when she fell asleep on their way back home, forcing Harry to carry her inside for the umptenth time.

There was a speaker set up not far from them that made a high pitched whistling sound as it was being adjusted before the sounds of the movie began, and Y/N perked up, her attention shifting to the screen that was set up at the front of the field. It was far away, and she knew that Harry couldn't make it out completely clearly but he refused to wear his glasses, but it wasn't as though they hadn't seen this movie before. Y/N had seen The Goonies too many times to count when she was younger, and when she had realized that Harry hadn't about a year ago, and they had watched it then.

There was an excited swirl in the pit of her stomach as the movie started, the same one she always got, and she leaned forward in her seat, grabbing at one of the bags of sweets and tearing it open. There was a low, amused laugh from Harry beside her, because he had told her that she wouldn't be able to hold out any of her snacks for longer than ten minutes after the movie started and she had retorted that he was wrong. He knew he was right, but he had just laughed and kissed her.

They didn't argue over things like that, they didn't argue much at all, but when they did, it was never with pointed words and a raised voice. Both of them had too much history inside them that they didn't want to project onto a partner, and they had been in therapy for as long as they had been able to afford it. For a while in New York it had been a group therapy session that had been a good starting point but really hadn't been more informative than what they could find online, but in the past year, they had both been able to see therapists separately. It had been good, good for both of them, because sometimes they did have issues with communicating, but it was because the last thing they ever wanted to do was hurt one another in any way. Therapy and space from their parents had helped a lot with that.

Harry's hand landed back on her thigh, this time with a lot more purpose as it slipped under her skirt boldly, although his eyes were still facing forward, as though focused on the screen. Y/N's eyebrows pulled together for a moment, trying to force herself to keep her breathing even as she watched Mikey Walsh and his friends spying on the rundown restaurant run by the Fratelli's. His fingers were warm, and splayed out against the inside of her thigh, and she had to lick her tongue along her upper lip to stop herself from letting out a shuddering breath. She managed to hold out until Mikey and his friends were in the tunnels and Chunk was being interrogated, before she made the next move, purposefully sliding down in her seat so that his hand slid further up her thigh, fully hidden under the pink and white checkered skirt of her dress. She heard the huff of laughter from Harry and her neck tensed as she had to force herself not to turn to look at him, even though her interest in the movie had completely gone.

Harry only lasted another five minutes before he was hauling her across the center console and into his lap.

"Oof," Y/N gasped out as she was dumped into his lap before she was giggling and arranging herself. 

"You really thought I'd be able to keep my hands off you when you're wearing that dress?" Harry grunted as Y/N accidentally elbowed him in the chest before she was finally settled with her legs on either side of Harry's thighs, facing him and most definitely not looking toward the screen. Harry had a full view out the front and side and would easily be able to see if anyone was coming, but now that it was almost completely dark and they weren't near the bathroom stalls or where refreshments were sold, no one usually came into their corner. "What about—" Harry's question was answered as his hands skimmed up her thighs and reached her hips and quickly realized that there was nothing under the dress. No panties. His smile became sharkish, his fingers gripping bruisingly at her hips and pulling her forward so that she was pressed right up against him, no space between them. "Love it when you just wear this dress," Harry murmured as he leaned forward, his eyes on her mouth, bumping their noses together first before pressing their lips together,

"I know you do," Y/N grinned into the kiss, both her hands coming up to hold his face, her short fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp. Harry didn't bother to start their kiss slowly, letting her peck at him softly for just a moment before one of his hands was coming out from under her dress and grabbing at her chin. Y/N let out a surprised whine before melting into him, easily submitting to his touch, and her hands fell to his shoulders. He was in a loose flannel shirt, the top buttons undone and showing off hints of chest hair, and Y/N clawed at the well-worn fabric.

"Already impatient, huh?" Harry laughed under his breath, smirking as pushed her chin back a little, so his eyes could properly look at her face, and Y/N whimpered at the distance between them. "Fuck I love you," he huffed out as his eyes skimmed over her. "So much." Y/N's eyes widened at his admission, one that she heard daily but would never get tired of hearing. She pushed against the grip he had on her chin, swaying forward with her eyes focussed on his mouth, and Harry held her back for a moment, just liking the way that her gaze got a little more desperate and she made huffy noises under her breath, before he pulled her in close and kissed her again.

The amount of times that they had had sex in one of Harry's car was more times for her to count. It had been where they'd had their first time, and pretty much every time after that while they had still been in school. It had only been after Harry had graduated and started flatting that they were able to regularly start sleeping together in a bed. After they had moved in together with Y/N’s brother and his girlfriend, they technically had a lot more access to being able to sleep together comfortably, but it was often…Tainted by the fact that on the other side of the thin wall of their bedroom, they could often hear the other couple doing the exact same thing. It had been mortifying and hilarious and something that they had all needed to navigate around, but maybe sometimes, Harry and Y/N decided that before returning home from one of their date nights, that they would find somewhere quiet and fuck in the car with a giddy excitement that they used to have when it had all been new to them.

And maybe now, maybe sometimes, they did that again.

When Harry had first started working on his car, with his boss, he would tease Y/N about how much he wanted her to ride him while he was sitting inside it, on the butter-soft leather seats that were worn with age. She came to visit him when he was working late a few times, and he'd pulled off her jeans and bent her over the bonnet of the car and bitten at her shoulder, telling her that he was going to fuck her in the car too many times to count once it was finished. And then once it was finished, just a month and a half ago, and he was riding that high, he took her out to a deserted lookout spot. The sun had been setting over the ocean, and the adrenaline from driving the powerful car had both of them laughing and clinging to each other and Harry slipping inside of her under the tiny skirt she had been wearing at the time.

He'd definitely kept his promise.

It hadn't been a lot of times that they'd fucked in this car but…Y/N had already lost count of how many times it had been.

"Shit, sweetheart, keep your noises down, you didn't wind up your window," Harry chuckled against her throat as one of his hands worked under her skirt, his rough fingers scraping over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"Oh, shit, I—" Y/N huffed impatiently, looking back across to the passenger side of the car and where her window was still wound down. All the way. Part of her really couldn't be bothered, it seemed so far and she really didn't want to climb off Harry's lap. But the instant that his fingers brushed against the middle of her legs, tickling lightly at her trimmed pubic hair, she let out a barely cut off moan that was definitely loud and she knew that she was going to need to wind up her window. She let out a grumble but pulled away from Harry, her lips red and beginning to swell in a way that satisfied a possessive part of him. She wasn't sure when he'd wound up his own window, but clearly he had already been a step ahead of her. She clambered back across the center console, reaching down for the handle to wind the window back up, and she could feel the cool air on the back of her legs, on her ass because her dress was pushed up around her waist, and she had just managed to get the window all the way up when Harry decided to grope at her ass, his fingers dangerously close to where she was getting steadily wetter. "Fuck!" Y/N squealed, her body buckling at its awkward stretched angle, but she didn't tumble anywhere, not when Harry's hands quickly shifted to stabilize her, before tugging her back into his lap.

"That's better, huh, baby?" Harry kissed her once, twice, before his teeth nipped hard at her bottom lip and she shuddered against him. "You can never keep your noises down, always such a loud and needy thing." Y/N whined again, and her legs tried to clamp closed, even though it was physically impossible with the way she was seated.

"Please, Harry, come on," she whined as she pulled at his shirt, managing to undo another few buttons so that his tanned chest was on display.

"Yeah? You're already ready for me, baby?" Harry rolled his hips upward, and she could feel how hard he was through the rough denim against her ass. "Don't need me to get you any more wet?" He was teasing, because he could be mean like that, because they both knew that was wet enough already. "Lemme just check, hm?" He let his head tip back against the headrest, watching her with knowing, half-lidded eyes as he held her in place with one hand, and the other slipped back under her skirt, this time not even hesitating before two fingers were sliding between her lips. The pubic hair at her slit was already curling and damp and she let out a whimper as she felt the two fingers prod against her clit, before adjusting and beginning to circle.

"Shit," Y/N's hips jerked forward in Harry's lap at the touch. He knew exactly how to touch her, even when he couldn't see what he was doing, and the way the two fingers were touching her just hard enough to make her ache, but light enough to make her needily chase after his touch was the exact pressure she loved. "Nnghh, fuck, I…" she wasn't even sure what she was planning on saying, her hands clenching his flannel into fists, scrunching it up as her body tensed as he continued his movements. She hadn't meant to start rocking forward, but she did, and it didn't seem as though Harry minded at all, from the smug smile on his face as he watched her, still comfortably leaning back in his seat.

When he looked at her like that, when he watched her like that, it made her feel both shy and powerful. Because it was such a vulnerable moment, having someone watch as she experienced such intense pleasure, and even though she still had a thin slip of fabric covering her chest, she felt completely exposed. But at the same time, Harry was only able to make her feel this good because he knew her, inside and out, in every possible way, emotionally, mentally and physically, and his eyes were always so filled with fondness and love and arousal that even after the years that had gone past, he still looked at her as though she was only person on the planet, and that made her feel invincible.

"Go on, Y/N," Harry murmured, and his lips shifted into a softer smile. "Cum for me, sweetheart." And it was as easy as hearing those words from him, the tension in her abdomen released, and she felt the stickiness between her legs spread, probably dampening Harry's jeans underneath her.

He didn't seem to care in the least.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Harry growled out as he leaned forward, and it made it clear that the casual expression on his face had definitely just been a facade, because his eyes were fiery now as the hand that was still sticky with her arousal cupped her face and roughly pulled her forward. "Watching you cum for me—fuck, you're the prettiest thing in this fucking world." His tongue pushed between her teeth and licked at the top of her mouth and Y/N still felt warm and fuzzy from her orgasm and her body just dissolved against his.

He was easily able to shift her with one arm and undo the zipper of his pants, jerking them down just enough to pull out his cock. There was a strip of condoms in the door of the car that Y/N had seen him put there before they had left, and he took them out now, holding them up. Y/N smiled as she took them from him, tearing one off and opening it. They didn't always use condoms, but when it was like this, it was just so much more cleaner to use one, not as many sticky tissues to worry about afterwards. He settled Y/N easily back across his lap and pushed into her with one thrust.

Y/N let out a muffled noise as her face fell forward to bury itself in his shoulder. Harry held her firmly in place as he pushed into her, letting her cling to him and whimper as he chased after his own orgasm. The windows of the car were all fogging up around them and as Harry changed his angle and Y/N lifted her head, her hair brushing against the window, leaving smudge marks. He bounced her higher in his lap and she giggled as the top of her head bumped against the roof, before she was ducking her head forward again and kissing at the side of his neck.

Harry groaned as she sucked at the spot just underneath his ear, her teeth gently nibbling at the skin and making him fuck up into her harder before his nails were digging into her sides so hard that she could feel the pinch through the fabric and he came. Y/N's teeth moved away from his neck and changed to dropping kisses against the reddened skin as he breathed heavily, slumping back into his seat.

"Want candy?" Y/N mumbled after a few minutes had passed by and she could feel the stickiness between them turning cold and unpleasant.

"Yeah, and the wipes," Harry said quietly, and Y/N laughed under her breath as she straightened herself up before slipping into the passenger seat and taking in a few deep breaths of her own. Her legs still felt unsteady, but not as shaky as they had been before. She reached into the glovebox for the wet wipes that she'd packed, when she'd stored their snacks and Harry had been adding the condoms, passing them over before she took the lid off her lemonade soda and took a long drink.

The windows were even more fogged up than they had been a few minutes ago, and the air was thick with the smell of Y/N's perfume and sex, and she reaching over to wind her window down and let some fresh air in.

"Oops," she made a face at her lover, her everything, and he grinned back at her, copying her by opening his own window.

"I love you," he responded, already looking all put together, his pants closed up and finishing wiping down his hands while his eyes were locked on the caramel sweets that Y/N had brought for him. Y/N felt her face prickle, warm from their activities and his easy words.

"I love you too," Y/N answered.

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You've met soft!jock!Carol. Now it's time for angsty!jock!Carol

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Warning: homophobia (plus slurs), bullying, mentions of declining mental health mild violence and some clique high school douchebags (yes that gets a warning)

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You barely looked up when the paper airplane landed swiftly on your desk in front of you. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the red and blue stripe along the side that you spared it a glance. You prodded it with your pen and dragged it across the desk towards you, feeling a pair of eyes watching you eagerly from the back of the class. You unfolded the note carefully until a small sprawl of letters became visible, barely spelling out the word 'purple'.

You bit back a smile at the message and scrunched it up into a tight ball, throwing it in the bin near your desk before going back to writing your notes. You wanted to turn around and meet the eyes you were certain were staring at the back of your head but you knew you couldn't. It had become routine and you swore it was still the hardest part of your day - pretending you didn't notice her.

The bell in the corridor rung loudly and the second it did everyone in the class got up from their seats, ignoring the final reminders from the teacher at the front. Students swarmed into the corridor and amongst the crowd you lost sight of her for a few short moments until the wave of blonde hair appeared ahead of you where she maneuver to the side to be greeted by others in the same blue jacket. You caught her eye for a split second as you went by but it was no more than that. You wished so much that it could have been longer, that you could confidently stroll down those corridors hand in hand with her. A short hug. A brief kiss. A small smile. Anything. You just wished you could have more than fleeting moments with the blonde.

It felt like you could finally breathe properly when you left the suffocating building. The crowd dispersed into smaller groups while you walked out of the school grounds with a slight trot in your step. The further you went the less people you saw until the streets you walked down were near empty. The small corner shop eventually came into sight and you sped up slightly at the sight of your destination, not spying the red car you were always looking out for but knowing she was somewhere close by, she always got there first.

Instead of going into the corner store, you went through the narrow alleyway besides it and around the back of the store. You weren't in a sketchy part of town and even if you were you wouldn't have been afraid of going down the alley, not when you knew who was around the corner waiting for you. You had told her that last time you were there when she had asked you out of sheer curiosity. Apparently she wanted to challenge that truth.

A pair of hands shot out besides your and covered your eyes in an instant, not giving you any chance to stop it. Before you could even give a startled cry, her body pressed firmly against your back and the familiar smell of vanilla surrounded you. Relaxing in her grip, you felt her sway playfully as she leaned forwards to plant soft kisses along your neck. "Guess who?" She mused and you smiled as you tilted your head back for her.

"Hey, Care Bear." Carol groaned against your neck as she pulled her hands away. "I told you not to call me that." She complained, though her smile betrayed her when she spun you around to face her. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck as she held your waist softly, kissing you with enough passion to tell you she had been missing you too.

"How'd your test go?" Carol asked between kisses as she guided you backwards to lean against the nearest wall.

"Okay, I passed." You said absentmindedly. "How'd your game go?"

"Okay, I won." She copied and you couldn't help but smile faintly.

"That film you wanted to watch is on tonight, at 11. Wanna go?" The Captain asked as she stopped kissing you to talk properly and kept her hold on you so you stayed close.

"There's show times a lot earlier than 11." You laughed but stilled when Carol scrunched up her nose. "What? You don't want to be seen in public with me?" You teased but there was something very genuine to your question. You felt a familiar pang in your chest when Carol's grip loosened and she looked away.

"Y/n, we've talked about this." Your girlfriend sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry." You muttered as you tried to look as unbothered as possible but knew your face gave away the disappointment you felt so intensely. "You know if I could I would go out at all hours with you, where ever you'd want to go. It's just not that simple." It was hard to truly believe those words when your girlfriend sounded so exasperated, like she was having to explain to a child why they couldn't draw on the walls or have candy for breakfast.

"I know." You said because you really did and you felt guilty for bringing it up.

Carol had told you before you had even started dating her that your relationship would have to be secret. You didn't go to the most gay-friendly school for one thing. There were no openly gay couples there and to be honest you didn't have the nerve to be the first. Carol was content on being popular and you were happy staying under the radar with no intentions to change that. Above all Carol believed it would make securing her scholarship a great deal harder. You were never sure if that was just her fears or if it could really affect it but you respected where she was coming from. That didn't stop it hurting. It didn't stop you envying all the couples that got to openly love their partners. You always reminded yourself that keeping your relationship secret took as much of a toll on Carol as it did on you, she was just far better at hiding it. She was good at hiding a lot.

"Is that a no on the movie?" Carol asked with a strong hint of upset in her voice and unintentionally heart wrenching puppy dog eyes.

"11 right? Sounds like we have a lot of time to kill." You smiled wholly as you glanced at the old blanket fort you had built together months ago, right after you had gotten red and blue slushies that you had spilt on one of the blankets inside and stained purple. That wasn't the only thing that was turned purple that day but was the one that seemed to be permanent.

Carol smiled eagerly and wrapped her arms around you tightly again. "I love you, you know that right?" She asked genuinely and you returned her bright smile.

"Always, and I love you too, Care Bear." Carol rolled her eyes but kissed you softly again, treasuring the feeling of your soft lips against hers and the vague taste of the lunch she had discreetly bought you that day.

*

You swung open your locker door and made to shove as many of your school books inside as you could until you halted at the sight of a small, folded up, piece of paper in the base of your locker. You crammed your books into the tight space and stood as close as you could to it as you unfolded the note, knowing it wasn't for the eyes of the rest of the world. 'East feild field supply shed, lunch' was all it read in the familiarly rushed handwriting. You scrunched the note up and put it in your pocket, locked your locker and made your way down the corridor with a sense of uncertainty in your step. Carol never wanted to meet inside school - it was practically a rule. You would text each other as much as you could and even call if you were lucky, but you were never physically together.

You continued on to the field and walked across as nonchalantly as you could. You only vaguely knew where that specific supply shed was because it was rarely ever used and not to mention half submerged in the woodland bordering part of the field. You glanced around as you neared it and when you were sure no one was near by you dipped behind the back to an awaiting Carol, sat cross legged on the floor and trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked hastily as you put your bag down on the floor and stared at your girlfriend in concern.

"Of course I am, you're here." She said simply and held both her hands out to you. You took them with a confused smile as Carol guided you to sit on her lap and cupped your cheek with her hand.

"Are you sure? We don't usually- we never-" Carol pecked your lips to successfully silence you.

"I know, but I missed you too much." She said with a contagious smile. "Really. I just wanted to see you." Your smile grew as you nodded and lent forward slightly to kiss the blonde back.

"I missed you too."

You stayed like that for the rest of your lunch break, enjoying each other's company and embrace as you ignored the rest of the world that wasn't shielded by the old wood around you. It was pretty much perfect. You knew it couldn't become habit so you tried your hardest to just focus on the there and then. Carol seemed to be thinking the same thing, letting her guard down more than she ever had when you had to part days.

The Captain chuckled as she kissed you after backing you into the shed door. You pushed her back lightly with a giggle, feeling giddy from everything happening. "We gotta go." You laughed more when Carol trapped you against the shed, clearly not having any desire to attend her next lesson. "Carol." You scorned, making her pull away only to gaze at you adoringly.

"Okay." She huffed and stepped back to give you space to move. The moment you did she laced your fingers together and held up your hand to her lips, giving the back of it a soft kiss before letting you go. You grinned back at her as you started in opposite directions, your hand still tingling from your girlfriend's soft imprint.

You were both so blissfully unaware of your surroundings you forgot to make a quick check of anyone near by. Neither of you were aware of the eager eyes following both your steps, nor the digital lens that followed with them. However that was something that became very much apparent the next day. The eyes that landed on you as you ventured down the school corridors weren't subtle. They weren't kind either.

You felt like there was a spot light on you everywhere you went and it went on for a while. Some people would look away once you glanced anxiously in their direction while others stared back with a distasteful and all together brutal glare. It was clear that everyone knew something you didn't, something that soon brought your mind to Carol. Where was she?

That was a question you had to wait a while to be answered. Your girlfriend wasn't in any of the few classes you had together, something that wasn't completely unheard of for her but was especially anxiety inducing on that day. It was during lunch break that you finally saw her. You were thrilled and filled with relief when you saw the blonde hair and blue jacketed figure making its way towards you where you sat under a tree on the far edge of the field. However as she got closer and you were able to distinguish the infuriated look upon her face, all the relief drained away. You had seen her angry before. She had been known to have a short fuse and with a team that wasn't the brightest and some games not going the way she would have wanted, you knew what angry Carol entailed. But what you saw that day was something new.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled and you stumbled back a couple of steps in shock.

"W-what?" You fumbled when you realized Carol's new found fury was directed at you.

"What did you do?" She demanded as she advanced to being a short step away from you. Suddenly, having Carol so close didn't hold the comfort it usually did.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going on! Everything was fine until..." you trailed off when the Captain turned her attention to her phone. You glanced between her and the screen, not understanding why she suddenly didn't want to pay you any attention. However, when she showed you her screen your heart dropped. Any other couple wouldn't have minded the picture. They may even have loved it. You and Carol couldn't take a moment to admire the moment that was captured, because you both knew what it meant. You were so close together in the photo, arms tightly around each other as you shared a kiss. You were unbreakable. Were...

"Who... how did they..." You barely managed to speak, feeling far too numb.

"You tell me, y/n." Carol crossed her arms defensively and continued to glare right into your eyes. You thought that hurt more than anything else that had happened that day and honestly ever.

"I didn't do this." You whispered, too shocked to fully comprehend what your girlfriend was accusing you of.

"You wanna rethink that answer? Because this secret has always bothered you a lot more than it has for me." What? You felt sick at hearing her words. You had spent the whole relationship thinking, fooling yourself into believing that it was both sided. How much did she care?

"There was a time you wouldn't fucking shut up about it for two seconds and no matter how many times I explained to you why we couldn't go running around holding hands like goddamn kinder-gardeners you still couldn't get it through your skull that is was the smart decision. Do you not like what's happening today, y/n? Does it upset you?" She gritted in a sickeningly mocking tone that you had never heard before. It was just plain cruel. "Well buckle the fuck up because it's going to get a hell of a lot worse, especially for me. You'll be happy though, won't you? This is what you wanted." Carol finished, chest heaving and eyes ablaze. That was all you could really make it through your teary eyes.

"No this isn't what I wanted." You started to sob as you reached out for Carol's hand but she smacked it away hard. You recoiled in alarm and tried again. "Please Carol, I would never do this. I just wanted what you did." Carol scoffed at your pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, far from believing you in your hysteric state.

"Fuck off." She spat as she gave you one final glare and turned sharply on her heels to leave you were stood. Alone.

"Carol, please!" You begged but the blonde had had enough.

"Stay away from me." She shouted back and you stopped in your tracks, only able to watch her leave.

"No." You whimpered in defeat and dropped to your knees, breaking down in tears as you felt like your world was crumbling around you and there was nothing you could do to fix it. There wasn't even anyone who could help you through it anymore.

*

Carol was right. Things did get a lot worse after that, in a lot of different ways. Your heartbreak was the worse thing. You spent every moment you weren't in school curled up in bed, soaking your sheets and pillows with tears, scolding yourself for everything that had gone wrong. You knew, deep down, that it wasn't you fault, that it was Carol who was entirely in the wrong but you found it impossible to hate her. It would have been so much easier if you had been able to. It might have hurt less.

School was a much worse place to be. You saw Carol every day but a word was never passed between you. Anytime you caught her eye she looked away quicker than you could read her so it was hard to tell if she still hated you. All you knew was you weren't her favourite person. That was one thing, but the bullying was something else. It was relentless, ranging from everything between graffitied slurs on your locker to being shoved into them. Your grades dropped and your mental health declined with it.

"Move, fag." You gave a low 'oof' as you were tripped into the railings along the stairs. You held your stomach and winced at the instant throbbing pain there. You avoided the eyes you knew were on you but when you risked a glance up you saw the blonde you weren't sure if you were avoiding or not. You held her gaze longer than you had since she had broken your heart, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the undeniable pity written across her face. In that moment you found yourself wanting to go up to her. What you would do or say you weren't sure of, maybe it would have come to you got there.

You took a bold step forwards until you were cut off by a junior who gave you the first friendly smile you had seen in a while. You didn't trust it at all, like it was a mask worn by the devil himself to trick you. "Hey." He greeted. You opened your mouth to speak but you had no clue of what to say. "I just wanted to say I thinks it's pretty cool what you did." He said simply.

"What I did?" You asked slowly and he nodded back with the same smile.

"The picture." He clarified. You clenched your jaw and peered over at the blonde who was still watching you cautiously. "I know it wasn't you choice to have it taken or anything." He rushed when he noticed your defensive stance. "And I can't imagine what you're going through right now." He added with a sympathetic look. "But seeing you guys together in a town that isn't exactly the best place for it has given a lot of us a some hope. Most of the world is becoming more acceptant, it's only a matter of time before things change here too, even if you're not here when it does." He shrugged before getting distracted by someone in the corridor. "Plus you guys are a cute couple." Ouch. He smiled at you and waved at his friend as he made to leave.

"I gotta go but I hope I see you around." You nodded slightly as you pondered his words. You glanced at Carol and was surprised to still see her standing by her locker, it felt like some strange stand off and you wondered if she had heard what the junior had said to you. She wasn't that far away by the corridor was beginning to get crowded and loud.

You made to walk towards Carol but the second you did she took off like a startled deer. You sighed as you watched her go. Maybe it was for the best that you stay out of each other's way after all. Despite whatever the hell had just happened, the blonde's last words to you played as clear as ever in your head. They still made your heart ache as much as it did the first time around.

Things didn't change between you and Carol after that. It was hard, near impossible on some days, but you started to try and get over her. You didn't want to forget and you certainly didn't want to regret it because until the end, your relationship with Carol was the best thing that ever happened to you. Knowing that made it so much harder to move on. Not to mention a large part of you didn't even want to. You loved Carol. Making yourself fall out of love with her was just as difficult as when you had tried to stop yourself falling in love her nearly a year prior.

Given the absence of progress between you and the Captain, you honestly thought you were hallucinating when she called your name one day after school. You spun around in every direction to find her, something that wasn't that hard when she came jogging towards you. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She asked as she glanced at the onlookers. You nodded quickly, your mouth and throat feeling far too dry for you to even attempt to speak.

You walked in an extremely awkward silence towards the field. You were waiting for Carol to speak first and you were hoping she wasn't thinking that you would do the same thing given she had approached you. Unless she had done it on a whim, you really hoped not. It was only when you were alone that she piped up.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out. You glanced at her in surprise, an apology was the last thing you were expecting. "I'm so so sorry. I was so stupid- beyond stupid. What I did was something I promised I never would and I hate myself every moment for it." You stared at the blonde blankly as she continued to ramble away. You had never seen her so frantic and you were so taken off guard by it you didn't have a chance to notice the irony of what was happening and how drastically the roles had been reversed.

"I was just so scared and that's not an excuse I'm just trying to explain." She paused to peer at you properly, waiting to see if you really understood that. You gave her another weak nod. "I didn't know what to do. It felt like I couldn't trust anyone and I got defensive to try and protect myself. I didn't mean any of it. Anything. Especially about not finding the secret hard." That was something you had been longing to hear but once you did you couldn't bring it in yourself to believe her. "There were days I had to stop myself screaming in the corridors or in the cafeteria that I was in love with you. It was even harder not being able to hug or kiss you whenever I wanted to." You listened on intently.

"I just wanted what was best for you and I didn't know what that was." She admitted. You had the sudden strong urge to reach out and hug Carol, but you also wanted to walk away. You didn't get much chance to consider your options because a group of Carol's old friends came sauntering around the corner, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and the Captain.

"Don't stop on our account." One of them snickered.

"If you're gonna dyke out you might as well make a show out of it." Another added. Your skin crawled in discomfort and Carol noticed instantly.

"Fuck off." She spat but the group ignored her.

"You know you probably just haven't had the right dick." The first one said as he eyed you up and down. You backed up and found yourself moving closer to Carol. "I'm sure I could make you straight again." He mused sickeningly and made to grab your wrist but the blonde stepped in front of you.

"I said fuck off. No one wants your two inches, Walker." She challenged and got an instant reaction. He went to swing at Carol but she swiftly kneed him in the groin before he got the chance, barely able to stop herself smirking when he doubled over with a groan. The blonde turned to you and jumped forwards when she saw one of the other boys go to grab you.

"You get the fuck away from her." Acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, Carol swung her fist forwards and caught the jock in the jaw with a crunch. The other boys looked between the two injured and Carol, quickly making their call in grabbing their friends to leave.

Carol turned to you swiftly with worry and concern on every inch of her face. "Are you alright?" She asked as her eyes scanned you for any signs of injury. You gave a shaky yes, avoiding Carol's gaze. "Fuck, this is the kind of thing I was always afraid of, above everything else." She said as she ran a hand through her hair. You caught sight of her red fist and without any thought, took ahold of her hand gently. You ran your fingers over the redness softly, not realizing you were crying until a tear dropped down onto Carol's hand. At the sight of it you broke down crying more.

"Oh ba- y/n." The blonde sighed, heart breaking in smaller pieces at the sight of you. It hurt even more to see when she wasn't sure if she could hug you or not. Luckily for her she didn't have to feel useless for long because you reached out for her and clung onto her jacket as you buried your face into her chest, crying harder. "I've got you. It's okay, they're gone." She cooed. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again." You knew she was thinking of herself more than the boys when she said that.

You stood like that for a while, crying against Carol as she rubbed your back and continued to whisper reassurances to you. "Promise." You hiccuped between sniffles.

"I promise." She said instantly. You slowly pulled away to read Carol properly, watching closely for any tell of a lie and finding none. "Could you give me another chance?" The blonde asked, barely above a whisper as she feared your response. She would respect it entirely if you said no, but she really hoped you wouldn't. "There won't be anymore secrets and I'll never be a dick to you ever again."

"I'm scared." You admitted and Carol nodded tightly as she fought back tears herself.

"Me too." She admitted. "We don't have to stay here." You lifted your head up to look at Carol clearly and she continued. "We could leave, go where ever we want. There's only a couple months left of this shithole."

"A couple months." You repeated. Carol nodded encouragingly, desperate to find a bright side and winning point.

"Could you do a couple more months here?" She asked carefully and you nodded after a few seconds.

"Lets do it." You said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, really?" She laughed lightly and you found yourself doing the same.

"Yeah." You smiled. "I can't stop loving you and I don't want to." Tears started to fall down Carol's cheeks. You cupped her face gently and wiped the tears away with your thumbs. The blonde's own hands held yours as she smiled down at you.

"I love you too." With a sudden, unexpected, burst of confidence, you leaned forwards and kissed Carol longingly. She deepened the kiss instantly and wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible, like she never wanted to let you go again.

"Everything's gonna work out." She whispered once she pulled away to rest your foreheads together.

"Of course it is." You smiled softly. "You'll be with me."

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Hello! I've been following your blog for a looong time now and I wanted to say I absolutely ADORE the stuff you write, back then some months ago I was so happy that I found a whole blog dedicated to foul legacy childe, moth boyfriend deserves more love<3,

Also I'm glad you're feeling better now!! Hopefully that headache doesn't come back...

Now onto my request~

Can I please have a packaged loose leaf lemon tea, with cloves and sakura, and a crème brûlée and apple cake, served in gold-rimmed china plates??

Thank you veru much ♡♡♡

(I really wanted to ask, can I have an anon tag?? Could I be teacup anon??<3)

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Lemon tea, crème brûlée, apple cake, sakura and cloves... what an absolutely marvelous combination!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Sea Monster AU Headcanons, inspired by the words "Discovery" and "Bathing", featuring Bennett and Razor, set in Mondstadt

Fluff

Sea Monster AU- An AU where Childe is your hometown's resident sea monster

Warnings for allusions to injuries and medication

~ * ~ -Mondstadt is, in general, a very peaceful place to live -With the bright sun, the comfortable city, and the soft, constant breeze the only thing that’s really “happened” in the past year or so was the whole Dvalin situation, which was luckily fixed right up by the mysterious Traveler from another world -So Mondstadt remains as it always had- peaceful, comfortable, thriving -AKA very VERY boring -At least to someone like you- it’s not that you crave action every second of every day! You just wish something more interesting than walking to work in the morning would happen sometimes -You didn’t even get to experience much of the dragon incident due to your lack of a Vision; you were just shuffled inside like everyone else even though the only thing you wanted was to get a closer look at that magnificent dragon -So needless to say when Childe came into your life a few days ago you were simply thrilled!! -You found him washed up at the coast off of Windrise, sprawled out on the sand and wheezing from exhaustion, the wounds on his body very clearly telling you that he was running, or swimming, from something -And you were more than happy to help patch him up with the bandages in your bag! It was early morning then, but other people would be out on the beach soon, so you showed the sparkly sea monster a partially-submerged cave he could stay in -You’ve been back to visit him everyday since then, calling out his name that you learned from scratch marks on the rock whenever you enter the small cavern. The way he coos and splashes in the water when you arrive makes you smile <33 -The same trills greet you today as you duck your head to avoid smacking it against the low entrance of the cave. Childe chirps and waves his tail, claws curled on the edge of the little pool of water, and you laugh and kneel to give him pets -He immediately swims forward to settle his head in your lap, tilting his chin upwards and making little echoing purrs in delight. It’s strange, to you, how he hasn’t swam away yet, with the pool being connected to the ocean and his wounds relatively healed -But honestly, you’re glad he’s staying a bit longer -You’re about to start tending to him when you hear a yell of surprise behind you. Jerking your head around, you’re met with the sight of two people- a boy with white hair, and a boy with gray hair- standing in the entrance to the cavern -The white-haired boy, who you quickly recognize as the Adventurer Bennett, is pointing in astonishment at Childe, who squeaks and ducks his head down into the water so only the tips of his horns are peeking out -You don’t recognize the gray-haired one, but he’s carrying a heavy claymore with ease with a wary look in his eye, trying to shove Bennett the eternally unlucky back in an attempt to protect him -“Ah, you caught me.” Is all you say with a wry smile on your face. You’re surprised it took this long, seeing how popular this beach is, and you dip your hand into the water so you can rest it comfortingly on Childe’s head -You’re waiting for them to scream, run, attack, anything- but Bennett seems more amazed and impressed, eyes wide and sparkling. The boy behind him is considerably less so, but still lowers his claymore slightly when Bennett asks what Childe’s name is -He breaks into a wide grin when Childe pokes his head above the water again, blinking curiously. Childe tilts his head at Bennett and the other boy, then at you, letting out an inquisitive trill -Bennett jogs over to sit beside you, waving the other boy over and calling him “Razor”, and he sits as well, although more poised to jump and run if needed. You can feel Childe relax as he deems the two newcomers to not be a threat, and he returns to his spot on your lap with a happy purr -Regrettably you have to nudge him off yourself this time, doing your best to ignore the whine he lets out and digging around in your bag before fishing out a bottle of medication- very special medication that you’ve only just managed to find and acquire -Childe sniffs it gingerly- Razor does too, leaning across Bennett to smell the medicine before drawing back with a crinkled nose- and you kick off your shoes and jump into the pool, landing on a rock that puts you in water about waist-deep -While Childe’s injuries have been healing, they’re now scabbed and dry, and the medicine urges for the applied area to be as clean as possible. So you pick up a rag you stowed away and start wiping at the edges of the wounds, using the crystal-clear water to scrub them clean -You don’t want to reopen any cuts, so you just rinse any dust and blood that might’ve dried around them, and Childe chitters in delight while rumbling loud enough to make the pool ripple -Bennett helpfully hands you items from your bag you request, watching you tend to Childe with a determined look on his face- he’s drinking up the information he’s getting for injury repair, of which he has many -At one point there’s a screech outside and all of you freeze except Razor, who runs to see what it was. He reports back that it was just a shorebird, and you all sigh in relief as he plops back down next to Bennett -As the two boys immerse themselves in conversation you continue to clean Childe’s wounds, but he’s so content and blissful that he nudges his face into your hands, tail smacking the water happily when you cradle his cheeks and gently run the cloth into the grooves of his mask -You prop his head up on your shoulder when you move to cleaning his fins, swiping the silt off the sparkling, veil-like structures, and trying to ignore the audible “Awww!!” that comes from Bennett when Childe wraps his arms around your waist -Your meticulous work means it takes quite a long time, and soon Bennett is stretching his arms and saying that he and Razor need to return to their respective homes -You wave them goodbye before returning to your task, wiping the last of Childe’s fins clean before rubbing your thumb over his cheek to tell him you’re done -But he simply purrs, sleepily, and nuzzles into your palm, arms curling further around your waist like he’s asking you to stay -You sigh, making yourself comfortable in the water before reaching for the medicine on the shore. Childe lets out a happy huff- you’ve never stayed this long before!!- and buries his face in your neck, drifting off to the sound of ocean waves and your gentle, soothing hums in the moonlit water