#im just too pumped and i want to SHARE with people who know and like me (i mean i think yall like me lol)

[fandom-blackhole]

My friends, idk how, but im gonna figure out a way to share my final presentation with you guys for a class after I finish it. Because I'll be damned if I'm gonna be this passionate about this thing, do all the research, make a ppt AND cardboard tri-fold, and present this at a "Research Symposium" for 2 hours to whoever stops at my booth during finals week to not share with the people I like most 😤

Basically for the project we have to take a person or event and give background on them before analyzing them through a Social Psychology lense (bc the class is social psychology lol). AND GODS DO I LOVE SHIT LIKE THISSSSS. I will not be sharing what event I chose for two reason: 1) I want ya'll to read and learn about it through my post when I post it 😌 and 2) It's a REALLY obscure event from what I've gathered (like I barely have 5 sources for references and one's ONLY in german) and I doubt many would know what I was talking about.

[transgender-gamer-girl]

Dirty confession: I, a trans woman, have been sleeping with my mother since Christmas. We got a bit too drunk and ended up fucking, and didn't find out until we woke up and my cock was soft inside her and she had dried cum on her face. It was... very awkward when we both woke up, I woke up first and just pretended I was asleep, probably thinking I was having a wet dream. Only issue is that made me hard. So my mother woke up to herself still wrapped around my now-hard cock.

She kinda just shook me awake and I began to freak the fuck out, realising that I wasn't asleep and it was actually happening. She tried to get up, but in raising herself off me, she slipped back on it, which made us both moan. I think there was a shared "Are we doing this? Do we give a fuck?" moment after that as we both stared at each other, before she muttered "fuck it" and started riding. I had DEFINETLY came inside the night before, but she didn't let me now, and I came on my stomach moaning "mommy". She left after that, and I immediately felt awful and called my girlfriend crying about it. She was at her parents cross-country for christmas, and I'd essentially cheated on her with my own mother. She is into incest though and she assured me that if anything she was fucking ecstatic for me...

Anyway, since then I have fucked my mother fucked a LOT. I was mostly the same gist, after my little siblings have gone to bed, she'd knock on the guest room door, looking real sheepish at the start but more and more bold, and ask me if I'm busy. It started as mostly missionary, but then she wanted to ride me again, and this time she was slamming her hips down and gripping me by the throat, calling me her "Slut daughter". I came like, three times that time, it was intense.

My siblings go to a weird alternative school that starts suuper early in the year, which was great because ma would start signalling me during the day. In the week before I went back to school, which was like only an hours drive away ngl so not that far to go, we were fucking up to five times a day. I only was inside her maybe twice a day tho because damn I'm not that vigorous, but she started getting me to spend breakfast and lunch under the table eating her out...

Anyway, im back at college now and me and my ma have been sending each other depraved shit. She's one of those people who's baseline kink level is "I'm into it", and apparently incest has been a big one since she was my age. She does know that my partner knows, and she called her to discuss the whole thing. The call did develop though, into ma on face time on my laptop pumping her cunt with one of her dildo's while she and my partner boss me around. Since then a group chat was indeed made, and my partner's been roleplaying as my big sister WAY more than usual. I've had so kuch sistercunt 😵‍💫...

To keep a long ask short; in a weeks time, once my siblings are with their respective fathers for the week, ma is gonna make the drive so she and my partner can spend days using me like a dildo.

- 🍄🍁

This is so hot omg gurl 🤤

[thesturniolos]

make you mine ~ m.sturniolo x reader (she/her)

જ⁀➴. summary: i mean you know what they say, keep your friends close but always keep your enemies closer- just how much closer?

જ⁀➴. warnings: filthy smut, fingering, dumbification, degradation, praise, rope bunny, spitting, spanking (i’m sorry), dom!matt and sub!matt, jealousy, brat!reader, a little angsty (cause yk i fw that too much)

જ⁀➴. this is for @annamcdonalds67 challenge!! i will be basing this fic off of madison beer’s ‘make you mine’ !

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

‘i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you up, i wanna make

you mine.’

do you know that feeling when you’re drunk, so drunk that your mind feels like a fog? like a layer of cloud and mist has settled into the crevices of your brain, seeping into your every thought. a fog so powerful that it alters your visions and brings hidden secrets to the tip of your tongue, the kind of secrets that would change something, anything once and for all.

and in that moment, the feeling of freedom outweighs all the consequences of letting that secret out. slowly, my fogged brain pieces together to allow my hands to fiddle with the padlocks of the secret. to untie the tangled chains, to swivel the tiny little key around on the pads of my fingers, to push the blade into the hole in the chest.

and just like that, a secret sworn to never be spread dribbles down the edges of the box and every thought telling me, yelling actually, that what i’m about to do is wrong is etched away by a metaphorical marker and nothing will stop me from what i want to do and what i’m going to do.

the dizzying noise of a thousand people, some my friends, most of them random people you’d find at classic LA parties, is silenced by the sound of my beating heart and the blood pumping viciously around my body.

it’s the kind of passion that comes from envy, that comes from jealousy, that comes from resent so blinding that every step you take feels like it could break the marble floor underneath your feet. or that steam pushing out of your ears could be visible.

it’s the kind of jealousy that comes from seeing a person you care so deeply about in a corner with some bitch who knows nothing about him.

like- she doesn’t know what he likes and doesn’t like, she doesn’t know that he has three books by his bed and that one of them has her initials carved into the fourteenth page. she would never know that his own couch has an imprint from where my fucking ass sits everyday. like she wouldn’t know that their shared ‘hatred’ wasn’t actually real. just like how she doesn’t know that he is not on the market and she has absolutely no fucking place in the world to have her wretched bones on his skin.

you’d assume that in a situation like this time slows like a movie but it doesn’t. it speeds and i can’t keep track of anyone around me or what song is playing or even what drink is sloshing onto my hand from my cup. i just know exactly where it’s going to go though.

before i step foot into the beaming light of the kitchen, two hands grab my hips and swivel me around. two hands that won’t be there in a minute if they don’t leave my body.

im met with a pair of very similar eyes and i suddenly feel very guilty for thinking what i thought a second ago.

‘hey! where have you been all night? me and nick have been looking for you literally everywhere.’ chris’ eyes look concerned but his smile is still in full tact.

‘i’ve been talking to people, catching up-‘

‘did something happen? cause you know, you look like you’re gonna kill somebody’ he laughs, his hands leaving my hips and i brush the area off where he touched, holding my head high to hopefully hide the seeving look on my face.

‘just people liking to get up in my business, you know how it is. ‘ i nod, sipping from cup, immediately regretting because actually wtf is in it.

‘okay, well- me and nick were about to leave, we’re just tryna round you and matt up.’ my teeth clench together at the sound of his name.

‘yeah, i don’t know chris. i might go home later, feels like we only just got here!’

‘it’s literally 2am, we’ve been here 4 and half hours already-‘

“come on, chris! when do you ever get to go to a party as big as this? go find a girl or something- give yourself a good time!’ his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess so-“

“you gotta get over that bitch ex of yours anyways, perhaps this could be your perfect time.” and with that, he was fully listening. his shoulders now standing upright and his posture as straight as possible.

“you’re right, y/n. oh, look- there’s matt! guess he’s already a step ahead of me and you.”

my head spirals around is quickly, i think i saw stars. big, white, angry shooting stars. the sight of his hands clenching onto her ass, pushing her against a kitchen counter. her dress slowly riding up her thighs, thanks to his legs prying them open.

and with that, something ticks inside me.

i’ve been jealous before. hell i’ve been the most jealous in the room. but have you ever been so jealous that a rack of knives looked appealing and the bat that hangs above the wall in the living room looked handy dandy to do the exact job you needed to?

why was it always the bitchiest of girls who all the guys hate -but apparently not so because she’s tugging on one of their dicks by saturday.

well guess what? two can play at that game, bitch.

i turn around to find a good looking guy, not so attractive that i could become attached but not ugly enough for me to be gagging when i run my hands along his dick.

‘you. come with me.” i gesture, my fingers curving in to lure him into me.

his brows furrow and he scoffs, “why?”

“cause i fucking said so, come with me.” i drag his hand and he turns back to look at this friends with a sudden bright smile.

our hands are clenched together as i pull him through a small crowd towards the kitchen. the urge to instantly jump on him to rile matt up is incredibly overwhelming but desperation isn’t always the best look on me.

my hand reaches for a red cup, filled with what looks like classic punch and i pour it down the sink to fill it up with straight vodka and hand it to him. “drink up, buttercup.”

his eyes widen but he obeys and i watch as he drinks every last sip, my fists clenching from the idea of what’s going on directly behind me.

“ngh’ matt-“ i hear the girl moan and my head twists to see his eyes glaring into mine whilst sucking red marks onto her neck.

i scoff and drag my guy closer to me, all whilst maintaining eye contact to lick a stripe up his neck and shove my right hand up his shirt to feel his torso. the guy did have toned abs, i could feel from how rock hard he was against my fingers but unlucky for him, i was completely and utterly distracted by the guy i hated so fucking much opposite me.

hate so pure that the sound of his name made goosebumps run down my neck and my blood bubble under my skin. my eyes would sting from the gaze of his eyes, my eyelids burning from refusing to shut. it was hate so pure that seeing a girl on his arm made my throat run dry and my words choke. the rings on my fingers digging into my palms and my teeth scratching against one another as i clenched my jaw to see the hickies scattered on his chest.

my tongue caresses the skin of his neck, latching over what i think is his sweet spot, as he moves his hands down my body. i smirk as i see matt latch onto the bitch’s figure tighter, desperate to outweigh whatever i was doing.

i look up at the guy and say, “do whatever you want to me, right here, right now.” his eyes light up and his breath halts slightly.

“but we’re in here with so many people-“

“i don’t care.” my head turning back to look at matt who is still looking at me, a grimacing smile speaking across my face which makes his brows furrow deeper into his skin.

the guy grabs my leg to push it onto his, my front up against him and he latches our mouths together, his tongue immediately creating a space between my lips to enter.

after a solid minute of awkwardly making out in front of what felt like 30 people, a hand pushes my leg down from the guys hip and grabs my hand to pull me away from the crowd.

i’d be stupid if i said i didn’t know it was matt, of course i knew it was him. after all, he knew i had full control over him even if we were just enemies.

sweating bodies collided with mine and i squeeze my body close together to avoid elbows to the face. my heels making me stumble a little, alcohol still running through my system.

i look down to find a step up a winding staircase, a classic LA mansion.

20 steps felt like half a lifetime as matt still desperately drags me up them, whispering incoherent, angry remarks under his breath. until finally he makes it to the top and barges through the first bedroom he sees.

i enter quickly after him, my hand falling to my side as he slams the door behind us. i didn’t have time to react before he pushes my shoulder into the wall behind me, digging his nails into my skin.

his eyes are practically black with anger, his eyebrows fallen to his eyelids yet a disgusting grin on his face. his tongue slides along his teeth, before he spits, ” what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“whatever you’re playing, i mean it’s only fair.” i squeak back, my breath a little taken away from the sudden collide with my back and the brick wall. and of course the incredibly small space between our lips and the fact that our noses are touching.

“that’s not how this works around here.”

“then how does it? you get to go around with every girl in our state and i sit in the background watching?” what was that even supposed to mean?

he removes a hand from my shoulder and shakes his head, “people around here know they can’t touch you. they just know that, sweetheart. i assumed you would too.”

“and you’re allowed to have that bitch all over you? tell me, matt. how is this really fucking fair?” his hand comes up to my throat to clench it, light enough so i’m not choking but hard enough so that i’m gagged, my head lifted up a little.

“because how else am i supposed to get you to fucking take notice that i want you.”

i furrow my eyebrows, i try to speak but he clenches harder and the words don’t form in my mouth.

“every girl i have i imagine it’s you, every time i’m fucking a girl i imagine it’s your pussy im in, i imagine it’s your lips that im sucking on.”

i look dead in his eyes, my lashes blurring my vision slightly, his hooded gaze mesmerising me as i take in his every word

“every mean comment i made and every remark you made back riled me up. i knew it, you knew it, everyone else fucking knew it. im fed up of this bullshit circle we’ve had going on- i need you to see that you’re mine. when i saw you and that bitch in the kitchen, i smiled because i knew i got you. i got you to the point where you fucking admitted to me that im in your brain, you want me just as much as i want you baby.”

his tongue pokes out to lick a strip along my lip, he stands back to look at me in such a vulnerable position. my legs squeezed together in my little black dress and his hand wrapped around my neck as i look up at him with teary eyes and a dumb little smile on my face. it was just all he had ever wanted.

his hand leaves my neck, reaching up to grab my jaw and push my lips against his. a messy, tongue-filled kiss. his tongue sucks onto mine and i moan into his mouth, my legs moving forward to push him backwards.

he hums into the kiss, moving his head to suck on my lips whilst treading towards the bed in which he eventually pulls us onto. my legs scramble to straddle his lap and loop my hands around his neck.

he pulls away to pull the straps of my dress down as i look into his eyes, if somebody had told me two years ago that i was straddling matt’s fucking lap i probably would’ve slapped you around the face.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you baby?” he says, yanking down my black dress to reveal a lacy, practically see-through bra that pushes up my boobs to accentuate them especially for matt’s eyes.

i shake my head, my hands clasping onto the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“too fucking long.” he rips off my bra, my mouth wide from how easily he broke the fabric, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he launches forward to suck my hard, pointed nipples.

my head thrown back as i grind against his jean pants, desperate to relieve the feeling in between my thighs. the tent of his pants brushing roughly against my region making me pull his head closer into my tits.

he pulls away to stare up at me, already looking a little disheveled, as he chuckles slightly, “you’re so fucking needy, who knew a pretty baby with a mouth as big as yours could be so desperate for my cock?”

i whimper at the sound of his patronising voice, my hips moving faster as he speaks but the loss of the soft pad of his tongue of nipples making my eyes water a little.

he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him, his fore finger and his middle finger squeezing together closely as he pushes them towards my lips. “open up, slut.”

i open my mouth for him and he guides his fingers into my mouth and instinctively i suck on them, my eyes slowly fluttering shut and i hum onto them, wishing it was something else.

the tent underneath me twitching even under all this fabric and the hands looped around his neck untie to slowly run down his torso all the way to the zip on his jeans.

“you want it all don’t you baby? you act so tough but really you’re just a whore for me and my dick. it’s not even been five minutes and you’re already scrambling to undo my pants. that’s it baby, let me use all your pretty parts.” i pull them down to reveal his wet boxers and his huge dick.

this man wasn’t just packing a couple inches, it was enough to bruise the back of my throat and my cervix. my eyes light up as i hold it through the cotton of his underwear, drool begging to leave my mouth.

he leans back slowly, his elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath of us as he guides me closer towards his cock, pushing away stray hairs that curl around the frame of my face.

i pull down his boxers for his dick bounce straight up and hit his stomach, pre cum leaking from his bright red, swollen tip. and i hungrily scramble to grab hold of it, his words replaying in my head, i’m just a whore for him.

my hands smooth the veins along the bottom of his dick, slowly making my way up to kiss his oozing tip and i feel his body shudder underneath me. without a second thought, i shove his tip in my mouth and suck his cum off. my mouth hollows and i move my head up and down, determined to get some noise out of his pretty mouth.

“that’s it pretty girl, just like that- mmm” his head is thrown back and his hands come round to cradle my head, pushing me further onto his dick.

i moan which sends vibrations down his cock, his tip growing in my mouth as i swirl my tongue around it, the gagging sounds echoing in the room, riling matt up more and more.

“fucking take it all baby- oh fuck, i know you can” he winces out, the grip on my hair tightening and i smile against the girth of his dick doing exactly what he says, hollowing my mouth and sucking all the way to his bone. his hips shove up to hit the back of my throat and my eyes flutter shut, the full feeling in my throat overwhelming me.

he guides my head by bobbing my head up and down in time with his hip thrusts, the sounds of my gargling getting progressively louder as he becomes more determined to cum down my throat.

a sudden halt to his erotic sounds, i feel my head being pulled up, a ‘pop’ sound coming from my mouth from the sudden loss of his dick in my throat. he laughs, smoothing my cheek with his thumb before gently slapping it and grabbing my chin so i look at him.

“you gonna let me make you feel good?” i frantically nod my head, the heat between my legs practically burning a hole thru my panties now.

“that’s my girl, you’re mine. aren’t you?” i nod and he tuts, “ use your words.”

“i’m yours.” and that’s all he needed before he picks me up like i’m a fucking feather weighing nothing more than a couple pounds and throws me onto the bed whilst he twists around to stand up off the bed, looking down at me.

“you know it, my little slut.” he pulls down my dress finally, he didn’t get to finish underdressing me cause the idea of finally tasting him was too much. but now that i can feel the cold air hitting the most private of places and his glare blazing up and down my body, i feel shy.

my elbows hover over my boobs as i try and scrunch up a little but matt’s hands pry them away and he spreads my legs before discarding my little black dress on the floor, i’m only left with my matching lace panties.

he licks his lips, his glare fixating on the wet patch created on my underwear, just for him. as he holds my thighs apart, he blows gently onto the fabric making it instantly cold and i shift up the bed a little, whimpering.

“this all for me, baby?” he looks up at me, caressing my thighs gently. the cold metal of his rings making my goosebumps more and more apparent.

“mhm.” my eyes flutter shut and i push against the force of matt’s hands, becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of pressure on my pussy. “please.”

“please what?” he smirks, his touch on my thighs now so light you wouldn’t even believe it was there. it was another level of teasing that made the core of your very stomach fuzzy and the lack of any touch adds to the sick feeling you have.

“just do something, anything.” he snaps when i say that, flipping me around quickly so that my body slaps against the mattress, my ass on full show to him, my thing not doing much too cover my the cheeks of my ass.

“i wanna feel the rush, i wanna taste the crush, i wanna get you going.”

the sharp sting of fabric ripping against my delicate skin and sudden gasp mixed with the breaking of sweet lace makes matt chuckle in the background before placing a harsh slap to my ass, sending me into the air as it was so unexpected.

“you gonna be good for me?” he smooths over where he slapped, secretly wishing it will make a bruise.

“yes, yes i’ll be good.” i beg, wanting literally anything.

as his fingers move closer towards my wetness, he suddenly moves away quickly before getting up and searching the room.

i look up and frown, “what the fuck are you doing?” i whisper a little, upset that he looks like he’s about to leave.

he doesn’t say anything but pauses once he gets to the drawer in the closet and laughs before turning around to reveal a belt.

“what are you doing? this isn’t even your room.” i say, relaxing yet still confused.

he walks over to me and forces my chin up at him, “keep speaking in that bratty fucking tone and i will leave you high and dry”

“well you won’t even let me get high so what effect is that gonna have-“ before i could finish my sentence he covers my mouth with one hand and uses the other to turn me around so my head is shoved into the pillows of the bed. he scrambles to grab my hands, pushing them against my back and fiddling with the belt.

“just you fucking wait and see, little angel.” he twists them around my wrists and tightens them so i can’t get out without any help.

his hands letting going of mine before i feel them suddenly exactly where i need them. a singular finger pressing down onto my bundle of nerves and my whole body jumps with just a simple touch, a pornographic moan leaving my mouth.

“does that feel good baby” i whimper back a desperate ‘yes’ and wriggle against the pad of his finger wanting him to move oh, so badly.

“want me to move my hand, darling?” i nod my head frantically hoping he can see me which i gather he can considering the low laugh that leaves his mouth and the sudden movement of his finger dragging down slowly through my folds.

“you want me here?”

“yes, yes. i want you there. i want you to move.”

“you want me to move?”

“please.”

“there it is.” and with that, the gentle movements turned into quick, hard thrusts. his two fingers sliding through my hole at an insane pace, not letting me readjust for one second, making my whole body lift from the bed, my hands shaking in the belt he tied me up in.

the cold metal of his rings mixing with the warm wetness coating his fingers, the sensation was immense. all before he flips me over and presses his mouth onto my clip sending me into fucking sub space.

“oh my fucking god! matt-“

he licks and kisses at my clit at a gentle pace all while his fingers strum in and out of my hole at an alarming speed, it’s a wonder he doesn’t have arm cramp even after one minute.

my ass doesn’t stay on the bed and my whole body is jittering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. the flicks of his tongue and the curving of his fingers making sure he hits my sweet spots makes the bundle in my stomach tighten up.

“please matt, i’m gonna cum!”

he carries on, his feasting at my pussy getting progressively more intense, like a starved man. he enters another finger into my hole, stretching me perfectly so that i am shaped for him.

he breathes against my heat, “let go, baby.”

and with that, i did. sweat running from my back and forehead, my tied hands desperately grabbing onto the leather and my toes clenching over his shoulders.

he licks me clean, pressing one last kiss to my clit which makes me jolt as he laughs a little to himself seeing my messy figure on the bed.

“you did so well, baby.” i smile at him, his head coming close to mine to kiss my lips.

“now you gonna help me out sweetheart?”

i nod and he turns me around to take me out of the tied belts and he kisses the red marks from where i pulled against the restraint. “you liked these?” i shake my head and he laughs.

i pull myself up from the bed and onto matt’s lap to face him, i latch my lips onto his and hook my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. my naked body fitting perfectly around his warm body.

he moves his hands down my body, caressing my curves and humming against our kiss as i pull away and look down to stroke his dick to which he kisses and pulls himself into my neck.

i move myself up his body to push myself down onto his hard shaft, as he winces and throws his head backwards, moaning my name.

i pull at his hairs and rock my hips against him and watch his demeanour change as his hips desperately rutt against mine and i forcefully push my hands onto his thighs so that he’s restricted.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he groans as my grinding against him slows.

“taking control.” his eyes widen and i push myself up further so that i can plunge further onto his dick. my nails digging into his thighs as i watch his breathing get faster and moans leave his mouth.

“that’s not - ngh- how it works.” he argues with me which doesn’t last for long when i start to kiss his neck and suck on the lobes of ears in which his thrusts up into me become more persistent.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“not until i cum.” i say, chasing my high with him as i hear him whine into my ear, panting a little too.

“please, just let me.” he hugs me closer, my boobs crushed against his chest as he begins to rocks back and forth with me, moaning and groaning with his head in the air. so much for tough guy, huh?

“cum with me.” i bounce up and down as he thrusts up into me for the last time before releasing his cum, painting my walls as it oozes out of me as i collapse onto the bed next to us.

our heavy breathing and hearts beating is the only thing that can be heard.

matt’s hand slowly moves to bring me closer to him, i smile as i look up at his tired state.

“you changed quickly, mr tough guy to oh please! please, let me cum! “ he shakes his head and covers my mouth.

“shut up, you wouldn’t fucking let me .”

i laugh at him and he picks me up to squeeze me, so much for being enemies, huh?

“so-“

“you’re mine now right? like for real?” he’s not looking at me, rather picking at his nails.

i giggle and press my head against his forehead and nod, “of course.”

hope you all liked !! too many fucking words :)

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

pink unicorn

inspired by this adorable video of drew

words: 600

warnings: dad!rafe, mom!reader, very soft and fluffy

“rafe.” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your fingertips, eyes flicking between his hunched over frame and your daughter. “she doesn't even want it anymore! she's moved on.”

you watch as rosie occupies herself with your phone, giggling every time she presses the button to turn the screen on and off, looking at the picture of herself and rafe on your lock screen.

“she said she wanted it, im going to get it.” rafe grunts, putting more coins into the claw machine. he tries for a fifth time to get the pink unicorn stuffie that your three year old became obsessed with having for an entire minute before moving on to the next sparkly thing. 

“baby, come on.” you groan. you knew when you married him that rafe was stubborn, thankfully it didn't rub off on your daughter, who is the happiest and most agreeable little girl you've ever seen.

“my princess deserves whatever she wants, including this stupid-” rafe jerks the claw machine “fucking- stuffie.”

he groans when the claw machine grips the unicorn, only for it to fall before he can navigate it back to the shoot.

“rafey, please. you've been at this for like five minutes. we can just buy her a unicorn stuffie.” you don't point out that she already owns probably twenty similar ones.

“one more try.” rafe glances at your daughter, frowning when she really is completely disinterested in the toy.

“okay. then can we keep going?” you question. you were supposed to be walking around the mall to look for a present for a birthday party rosie got invited to, of course also getting distracted by everything along the way, rafe bending to whatever store rosie wanted to go into, whether it was candy or video games, anything bright that looked exciting.

“mama.” rosie whines, your phone now sitting on the floor. 

“come here, baby.” you pick rosie up, grabbing your phone at the same time and slotting it into your pocket. some people try to tell you not to baby your toddler so much, but you love being able to carry her around and keep her close, dreading the day that she's too big for you to lift easily.

“daddy, wheres my unicorn?” she pouts as the claw drops the stuffed animal again. rafe just gives you a look as he loads more coins in.

“for real, babe, last try or we are going to the toy store and leaving you here.” you know rosie is just going to find a million things she wants inside of the toy store anyways, probably another five pink unicorns.

rafe nods, concentration overtaking his features. rosie cheers him on from your arms as he hooks the unicorn around the center, claw raising up and bringing it over to the shoot. it falls perfectly down, both rosie and rafe shouting in excitement.

rafe gets the pink unicorn out, holding it out for your daughter to hug into her little arms. “thank you daddy!”

“anything for you my little princess, come here.” rafe opens his arms as rosie practically launches herself from you to snuggle into his chest.

“i wanna introduce pinky to my other unicorns.” she babbes about having a big tea party as rafe glows just looking at her.

“of course.” rafe nods. “let's go home right now so me you and pinky can play together.” you don't point out how all of rosies pink toys share the same name.

“babe!” you call out, following rafe out of the mall towards the exit. “we still haven't gotten our gift!”

“ill order it on amazon!” he calls out as you catch up to him and his long strides. 

“come on, mommy, i wanna play.” rosie pouts, face mimicking her expression with big pleading eyes.

“fine.” you sigh, unable to say no to either of them. “but you have to clean up your tea party when it's over!”

“yesss!” rafe pumps his fist in the air, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

“and no real food! you’ll spoil your supper!”

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[shunsuiken]

DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME (and in whose arms you’re gonna be).

pairing(s). kaeya, childe, ayato, kaveh, neuvillette x fem!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 200-400 for each character

an. AND SING WITH ME 🎤🎤 SO DARLING SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEE michael buble literally left no crumbs with this song i had to write about it omg + ALSO happy valentines day everyone !!! i may not have a valentine this year but im happy to post this for anybody feeling a little lonely today !! you are so so loved okay ?!!! come and collect a kiss from me before reading on 💋 MUAH have a lovely valentines day !!! <33

kaeya alberich

you’re really good at hiding, kaeya thinks to himself with a huff and a smile on his lips. searching all over the plaza for you was making him break a sweat in his navy blue tuxedo. with another turn around the corner he decides to remove his tuxedo jacket for the time being, folding it over his arm to carry instead.

“no, no, no klee! stop it! you can’t play with your things here, if you blow things up-”

“-master jean will put me in solitary confinement…”

oho, kaeya recognises these two voices very well. he finds it so hilarious that at the end, his feet lead him right to you! not even a single thought was processed as he turned the corner two seconds ago but here you are.

he hides behind the large potted plant, listening to the conversation you and the beloved spark knight share. he stays there until it becomes quiet between you two.

“kaeya, you peacock, i know it’s you.”

kaeya lets out a baffled noise, finally showing himself from behind the plant, offended by the ridiculous nickname you gave him. “snowflake, how dare you?”

“klee, don’t eavesdrop on people like this man when you grow older, yeah?” you point animatedly at your lover, who’s folding his arms and scoffing at you.

klee only giggles, nodding her head. “i gotta go find albedo now!” you watch as she skips off towards the plaza, waving goodbye.

you then turn towards your next problem that stands behind you. “i thought you were out dancing?”

“i was, but they’ll start playing the last dance soon and how can my last dance not be with you?” your lover walks towards you, pulling you closer by your waist with his free arm. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, smiling softly at his intentions.

you hear an announcement echoing from the plaza before you can reply, and you figure it might have been mika because of how timid the voice sounded.

“good evening everyone, please bring all your friends and company over for the last dance of the night!”

“sounds like our queue.” you slide your arms off his shoulder to grab his hand, pulling him with you without warning.

“oh snowflake, hold on-” kaeya almost trips on air and the sounds of your laughter bounce off the concrete floor and walls as you drag him down the staircase leading to the plaza.

childe

you can never refuse ajax’s request for a dance, because he won’t take no for an answer. especially when it comes to dancing. your feet hurt so much. you’re so ready to just fall on top of your bed and go to sleep. but the only thing that keeps you wide awake, heart pumping and everything is the look on your lover's face.

his gaze usually has this inhumane and dull look to them, but you find that whenever he looks at you or when he participates in something he loves, his gaze finally twinkles. it works so miraculously too. like all of a sudden life was returned to him and he could see.

the smile on your lips grows when you think about this. you think it’s sweet how you’re one of the reasons that the life in his eyes returns.

ajax notices the tighter grip you hold on his forearm, making his lips curl in curiosity. “what’s going on in your head, baby?”

you zone in on the situation, you’re still dancing, and you shake your head in response. “nothing, ajax.” you want to keep your thoughts to yourself but when ajax smiles at you like that, with the most expectant look on his face, you can’t help yourself. “actually, i just thought about the dance.”

he twirls you around to the music before connecting arms with you again. “you just thought about the dance?” his brow quirks in amusement.

“no, no not like that,” you say with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “i just thought that this number is the longest one so far.”

“well of course,” ajax responds with an eye smile. “it’s the last song.”

“it… is?” you look up at ajax while trying to fight the urge to look anywhere else.

if this is the last song… and you’re dancing with him… then that can only mean-

when the choreography allows ajax to pull you against his chest, he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “you will be my final dance partner tonight.”

kamisato ayato

these few days at fontaine have been strumming the strings of your heart like a guitar—ayato has been spending so much time with you that you’re beginning to think of such ridiculous conclusions. his eyes that linger on your face, his hand that hovers on the small of your back when leading you out of a hall and it’s just these little things that he does with you that makes you want to claw an entire curtain off its rod. one time he even poured you a glass of wine before taking a sip with the same glass—it’s like he’s forgotten he’s the yashiro commissioner!

thoma and ayaka barely bat an eye. but also, they’ve known ayato for much longer than you have since you were a recent (and lovely) addition to the little family. so… perhaps this is just how he acts?

“uh-huh, when he’s courting someone that is.”

the sentence that thoma said offhandedly is the only thing that rings through your mind. but your thoughts must’ve shone through your expression because ayato is quick on his feet to smoothly guide you off the dance floor, gloved hand still holding yours as he brings you to a less crowded area—the balcony.

“you appeared to be distracted, that’s why i pulled us away,” ayato breaks the silence and your train of thoughts.

he’s still holding my hand—is what you’re repeating in your head. your eyes can barely focus on a single object within your field of vision. your bottom lip quivers at the revelation you’re carefully starting to uncover.

“i am not distracted,” you inhale sharply when you accidentally meet ayato’s gaze. “i…” your brows crease as you try to get words out of your mouth.

ayato brings your hand up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand and you can physically feel the blood rush up to your fingertips. “would my lady like to return to the hotel?”

your voice leaves your throat in but a hoarse whisper, “what did you just call me?”

you hear a chuckle from ayato and it makes you snap your head around in embarrassment. this new term of endearment rolls off his tongue way too easily, the rascal must have been practicing!

“oh no, no, no, my lady, you must look at me,” a grin appears on ayato’s face at your attempts to hide your expression and when he finally gets you to look at him, you’re caged between his arms.

“why would you call me that?” you whine at his teasing.

“well i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore,” ayato murmurs, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks. “will you allow me to call you that?”

kaveh

three hours. it’s been three hours since you and kaveh decided to learn a cute couples dance routine ‘for funsies’. whose idea was this again? weren’t you two supposed to be just friends? doesn’t kaveh have a client meeting tomorrow that he should be preparing for?

“so we do this—then this and then we’re supposed to oh—!”

the silence is deafening. the song playing in the background fades as you both stare at each other, even mirroring the same expression. eyes as wide as saucers. lips just inches from connection.

kaveh’s breath fans over your lips and you can hear the audible gulp he makes at the closeness. he’s also entirely aware that the red in his cheeks has reached his ears by now. while you, on the other hand, have started hearing the percussion of your heart in your own eardrums.

“o-oh…” your legs are frozen in place and hang on a second, why haven’t either of you let go?

his hand is respectfully sat on your waist, while the other is occupied holding your hand. you hear him inhale and it grabs your attention before you can get anymore lost in his gaze. his gaze observes your lovely face, eyes flickering from one feature to another as he whispers, “has anybody ever told you you’re pretty up close?”

you shake your head ever so slightly. “no.”

kaveh likes this answer, humming as he ponders for a moment.

your eyes sparkle when that handsome smile of his appears on his lips. he chuckles shortly at your expression, your palm feels so warm when connected with his.

“i’m glad i’m the first to tell you.”

neuvillette

“oh dear, neuvillette,” you chuckle softly, walking towards him as he takes another sip of his water. he stands in a more secluded corner of the hall, briefly greeting guests with a nod of the head. which is why he stands out like a sore thumb—arctic white hair, designer blue suit and a piercing gaze.

but that gaze doesn’t fool you. the dragon sovereign is probably pondering on retiring for the night and is only still present to keep up with appearances.

“yes, lady y/n?” it’s to nobody’s surprise that he heard you from metres away.

when he turns around, your eyes immediately land on the problem you’ve sensed since you returned from the dancefloor.

“your tie,” you reply, standing in front of his figure, nonchalantly raising your hands in preparation to adjust the garment. “will you allow me to fix it?”

the gears in neuvillette’s mind pause abruptly at your question. he certainly has no problem readjusting his own tie. his hands aren’t holding anything else other than his cup of water—which he can definitely put down on a nearby table!

but why can’t he bring himself to say no?

the ‘of course’ leaves his lips faster than he would have liked, but that’s no matter, your expression shows no sign of displeasure. instead, he watches your sweet smile brighten.

when your fingers reach the tie, neuvillette notices how you tiptoe to reach him. so he does what any normal person would do—he leans down.

it catches you off guard, the tips of your fingers just slightly grazing against his neck in the process. you profusely apologise in whispers to which neuvillette can only chuckle at.

“it is no trouble lady y/n, i appreciate the kind gesture.” the corner of neuvillette’s lips curve, his hands neatly tucked behind him as he allows you to redo his tie.

neuvillette’s lips only seem to further break into a smile as he watches you pat on the tie in completion.

“there, all finished.” you look up at the iudex, chuckling, “you ought to learn how to do this yourself.”

neuvillette hums, “perhaps you could teach me.” he takes your hand, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before kissing it. “but for now a dance shall suffice, would you care to join me?”

[1k1ga1]

Hello!! New follower here! Do you make request for dion agriche? Can you make a continuon of but you can't stay away from me? It's it correct? Or not i hope, im not really good at english, Sorry!!

❝𝓜𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄 , 𝓐𝐋𝐋 𝓜𝐈𝐍𝐄…❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐀 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 / 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 18+ , 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 , 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 , 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

━━ 𝐀/𝐍 💭 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ��𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 :p

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t know how to love someone. he was nurtured inside the womb with resentment and entered into this world as an unloved child, loathed by his own blood, his own mother.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who desperately yearns to know what it feels like to love and to be loved. to be cherished by someone unconditionally despite the stygian blood pumping in his veins and the innocent life untimely looted by his hands. wether it be familial love, platonic love, or romantic love, he just wants to experience something. just once in his life so he could believe himself to not be an unlovable child, and yet people only seem to have contempt reserved for him, and so he never knew how to express this inherent need.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was the first to feel the attraction towards you, the only person who reached a hand out to him while wearing a bright smile and not a scowl of disgust. your kindness had touched the forsaken child in him that constantly pleaded to be treated with even a speck of affection. he only felt himself more charmed by you since, invoking dion to desperately cling onto that feeling of what he believed “love” to be—and perhaps it purely was, at first anyways.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who fell deeper and deeper into the pit of attraction until his usually logical mind becomes shrouded, believing his growing infatuation towards you to be love and he was willing to do anything to have you return his affection. even if it meant stripping you of your loved ones and precious lifestyle, even if it meant confining you to his room brimmed with empty luxuries for your amusement, even if it meant all your heart could ever spare him was your vitriol. he wholeheartedly believed that you would one day return his affection because he simply adored you too much for you to resent him forever, and he’d show you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who was deeply touched when you were confirmed to be pregnant with his child, a sense of feverish delirium that he’s never even experienced even on his birthdays fluttering through his chest. he was convinced the child in your womb to be the greatest embodiment of your love, that its existence must’ve reified your love for him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who swore to himself that he would love your child, even if he didn’t know how to. the forsaken child in him has already known what it’s like to be nourished by enmity and abhorrence, something that still haunts him into adulthood, and dion wishes to shield your child from that kind of treatment because its existence is precious and lovable purely because it shared your blood, and dion thinks every part of you is lovable.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who usually indulges your every whims (not that you usually have many requests for him), but begins to overindulge you during your pregnancy. even if you didn’t ask for it, he hires tailors to consult with you about specially-designed baby clothes. he even builds a brand new room with a playroom that would be connected to your shared bedroom so you could easily have access to the baby, and even allows you to decorate it however you want.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who follows you like your own shadow during your pregnancy, which really isn’t that different. he can’t really help it. the agriche mansion is a dangerous place with his savage siblings lurking around, always on the hunt for a new toy. even though they know not to test their limits with the unofficial favorite child of their father and his lover, they can torment you in ways other than physical and it makes dion fret for your health as well as the child’s. it’s better to be safe and sorry, even if he sometimes receive sharp glances from you when trailing after you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who worries over your health so much he creates a whole new diet for you with strict rules regarding things you’re allergic to and things that might negatively affect the baby. he also rarely allows you to walk on your own two feet for too long, always timing your steps in his mind and anticipating the moment before you begin to feel worn out. he always swoops in to bridal-carry you in his arms to wherever your destination is, and takes your lack of comment as it’s own form of praise.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who monitors the growth of your belly bump every end of the week. he always glide his hand over your stomach to feel the baby’s heartbeat because he’s trained to detect any heartbeat and feels comforted by the fact the baby’s heartbeat grows stronger every time he checks. he’s also quite fond of caressing your stomach once a bump starts to form, no matter how subtle. especially when the two of you are in bed together, he always has a hand on your stomach, hoping the baby could sense his effort to become familiar with it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils you with new clothes and imported accessories because your body’s changing and he wants you to be comfortable. even though it might not seem like it most of the time with his indifferent expression, dion cares very much for your happiness and does whatever he can to keep you contented, although with some limits. wether this means spoiling you rotten or allowing you to order him around, dion actually won’t mind and will do as you say, although it seems you rarely ever do so.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who gets incredibly anxious when your due date approaches. he’s complied a lot of information about child birth throughout you pregnancy, just in case you go into labor before your due date, but that only means he’s also aware of the risks of giving birth, and for the first time ever, he feels fear not for himself but for another person. he gets incredibly sensitive during this time, especially his senses which goes haywire any time your heartbeat starts beating quicker than it usually does because of course he has your heart beat memorized. let’s just say a lot of good servants were lost during this time since dion needed many stress relievers.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is in full-blown panic mode when the big moment comes, and for him that means blanching paler than a dove and cold sweat drenching his entire body. he doesn’t even realize it but his body’s shaking because he feels pain even though he’s not wounded; your painful cries and sobs are enough for him to feel as if he’s been stabbed by a sword—no, perhaps even something so macabre couldn’t compare to what he felt when he was utterly helpless whilst you were suffering through something purely agonizing. he holds onto your hand as if you were his lifeline, and even your worst grip couldn’t get him to let go of you first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who thinks to himself that maybe having only one child is enough. he partly believes so because he has no desire to see you in so much pain and losing unnecessary blood again, but also because he doubts wether he could love more than one child. dion’s heart is not nearly big enough to love more than you and hopefully this child, he could barely even love himself, and even then, dion doubts he would ever cherish your child more than he did you. even if you had asked so if him, he would fail to do it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who feels lightheaded when he sees the bloody mess that spills from you. no, he’s not disgusted. he’s seen things much more gruesome and grotesque things, yet the fact that blood is coming from you makes him terribly anxious that something might go wrong and he might lose you. for the first time ever in his life, dion prays to something, anything for your safety because he’s simply helpless and he’s not used to it at all.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t hear the baby’s cries but only your sigh of relief when the child is born. he immediately jumps to make sure that you’re fine and healthy, briskly checking your pulse and placing his ear near your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. it has always calmed him down before and it works like a charm to calm him down once again.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who’s completely taut when the worries finally leave him. he’s like a dear caught in headlights that doesn’t know what to do, and his hands tremble slightly when the child is finally presented for him to hold. he first turns to you for a look of confirmation, and your hesitant yet nod of assurance had him gently taking the sniffling baby into his arms. it’s so small and delicate that dion doesn’t think he’s ever treated something so gently before—well, maybe you were the first.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who finds himself staring at its oddly shaped face as if he were bewitched. a smile never made its way to his callous face yet there’s a shine in his ruby eyes and an undeniable flush of excitement to his pale cheeks. even though he doesn’t find your child as adorable as you did at first, the beaming smile you wore as you held it was enough for dion to also nod along to your hazy words.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who pampers and cosset your child from day one. he’s always around to hold the baby when you’re tired, always admiring its cherubic countenance and incoherent murmurs. he treats your child as if it were a magical creature that’s never been discovered before, and his own curiosity about the baby is quite child-like in its purity and wonder.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who falls into the role of a father not without stumbling along the way. he’s not very expressive and has a hard time comprehending other’s needs, so dion finds it especially difficult to read your baby’s expressions and care for it correctly. he tries, he certainly does, so often that sometimes he’s just sitting around with your baby in his arms and trying to decipher its expressions and moods. he still doesn’t seem to get it right despite his many attempts.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who never lets the baby disturb your sleep. he doesn’t even do this deliberately. as a trained assassin his senses are naturally sensitive to the changes around him and a baby isn’t quite skilled enough to evade his detection. therefore, trust that you’ll have a peaceful sleep, and even if you are awaken it’ll be a gentle shake on your shoulder because dion just can’t seem to guess what the child needs, but you’ll never be awoken by a crying baby.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who doesn’t allow your baby to ever be close with his other family members. sure, his entire family might be aware of the fact he has a child and a “lover” but that doesn’t mean they also have the privilege to approach your child. he gatekeeps them so fervently that if another member of the family even mentions making an attempt, there might be a battle, and dion definitely won’t be the one loosing.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who personally teaches his child how to wield a sword and other self-defense techniques as they get older. it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl, they were unfortunate enough to be born into the house of agriche and knowing how to fight is the bare minimum to survive. of course, he won’t be as harsh as his instructors were in the past, often making some adjustments to focus on your child’s strength. he won’t be gentle even if they’re only sparring, and he doesn’t give out praises easily, however he does try to give physical encouragements such as head pats and the occasional hug.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who spoils your kid without restraint when they’re growing up and start having their own needs. be it imported toys or golden staffs for playtime, he doesn’t care as long as his child is kept contented. he even brings home exotic goods from places he visits on his missions for both you and your child as a reminder he was thinking about the two of you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is uncertain if he’s loving his child correctly or if he even loves them at all. sure, there’s an attachment that’s developing that will definitely grow deeper as the years pass, and yes, they do have a certain bond no matter how their relationship might seem. however, his feelings towards your child is no where comparable to the feelings dion has towards you, that which he believes to be “love”, and therefore he can’t properly gauge his own feelings but also partly can’t seem to believe that he could truly love his child with the way he was raised. if worse comes to worse and he had to chose between the two of you, it would never be your child no matter how much time passes.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who passes on his certain idiosyncrasies onto his child. deliberately or not? we’ll never know. it’s quite easy to pick up on this when you begin to notice just how attached your child is to you and how they start getting possessive of you around the maids and easily getting enraged when a servant accidentally bumps into you. sure, your child might be the opposite of dion which allows them to express themselves easier, but they often do so wantonly and has sudden outbursts when it comes to you, almost as if they’re mirroring what dion just can’t seem to express.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who is extremely proud when your child fervently agrees with his belief of keeping you to himself since you were the only one who was kind to him and how others were undeserving of your presence. this even gets to the point where the father-child duo will gang up on you whenever your emotions get out of hand and you start desiring to runaway again. they will manipulate you into believing that everything is just fine and that you would ruin everything if you acted upon those “passing impulses”, and they will do so without an ounce of guilt because in the end they’re still agriches.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who uses your child as another shackle to keep you tied to him along with the silver band on your ring finger that weighs you down. in the end, he’s grateful that you came into his life and gave him the taste of normalcy that he was so famished of. he’s grateful for the nights he would share his bed with you and your child, of the evenings the three of you would take a walk through the garden hand-in-hand, and of the dinners where the three of you would sit together like a peaceful family while your child would rant about their lessons.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 who knows he owes all the happiness in his life to you and who’ll make sure to repay you in whatever way he can, and that includes making sure he’ll stay by your side until you grow old together. even in your next life and the many lives after, dion agriche swears that he will find you, because one simply can’t exists in the dark again without getting greedy after having embraced by the light.

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It's Complicated- Part 2

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Summary: Things start to get tricky when Evan falls in love with his best friend's sister. It causes complications within the team. And things only start to get worse when an accident occurs.

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Evan dragged his eyes away from his coffee cup and glanced over his shoulder towards the sofa where (Y/n) was sitting. His lips pressed into a thin line and they shared a worried look between them, silently deciding who would be best to go and answer the door and to hold off another argument, Evan got up and trudged towards the door. He tried not to run, to slow down and not look too eager or panicked and worried, but he knew his expression would give him away.

A spark of hope flickered to life in Evan's chest when he swung the front door open and saw Eddie there, waiting as patiently as ever as if he didn't actually want to come inside.

He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and his chin tilted up, but his eyes were glanced down. He still wouldn't look Evan in the eyes and that made his shoulders slump and made his stomach fill up with nerves.

"Buck," Eddie ran a hand over his jaw while his other hand stayed clenched in a fist in his pocket. He eased past Evan and paced into the living room, sitting down on the armchair across from (Y/n). "Nice to see you both dressed this time," He couldn't help himself. Despite the look he received from his sister who clenched her jaw and bristled in her seat.

"Lose the attitude, Edmundo." (Y/n) bit back as she folded her arms over her chest and curled her legs up beneath her on the sofa.

"What? Was I not supposed to be surprised when I found you in bed the other day? I wasn't exactly expecting to find you up there." Eddie waved his hand towards the stairs and tensed his neck when he looked over at his sister. His eyes were focused in on her so much that he didn't notice Evan gingerly sit down on the other side of the sofa, closest to Eddie like a child walking in on an argument.

"Well I wasn't waiting for you, was I? I didn't know you were coming over-"

"Clearly. Or you would have hid from me." His fingers dragged through his hair, toussling the curls and spiking them up in the middle of his head out of nervous habit. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Next week." Evan chipped in, clasping his hands together between his thighs as he hunched forward and tensed his shoulders. He didn't like this tension. These were the two most important people in his life and they were all stuck in a tricky situation. "We were gonna ask you round and tell you over dinner, hoping to soften the blow."

(Y/n) didn't like the cynical laugh her brother emmitted or the way he threw his head back like Evan had told the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"Yeah, cos this is just perfect," He waved his finger between the pair of them while his knee started to jutter up and down, banging into his elbow every now and then. "I asked you not to get involved with (Y/n)," The hurt in Eddie's eyes took Evan by surprise and he leaned back into the sofa, slouching down like he was giving in.

When Evan dared to slide his left hand across the sofa to hold (Y/n)'s thigh, he froze when Eddie noticed the action and raised a brow like a school teacher. The look made Evan shrink down further and sigh through his nose.

"And I've told you I'm sorry. Eddie I can't keep apologising, I knew you wouldn't be happy but I couldn't help myself, are you happy now? You asked me and I ignored you." There was nothing else Evan could say. He couldn't keep saying how sorry he was because it was wearing thin and the more Eddie heard it, the less likely he was to believe him. Evan tried in the beginning, he tried to be friendly with (Y/n) but keep a respectful distance.

It didn't work.

She was like a drug Evan just had to take. He had to be close to her, he had to touch her and hold her and have her and possess her wholeheartedly. There was no other way around it and deep down, he always had Eddie in the back of his mind and knew what he was doing, betraying his best friend. Evan couldn't help himself.

"And I was the last person to find out, that's what hurts more. Neither of you had the decency to talk to me, you didn't tell me you were moving in with him you just went ahead and did it anyway. You would have killed me if I left Texas with Chris and didn't tell you."

"That's different and you know it; I wanted to get out of Texas just as much as you did."

Texas was a different state, all the way across the country. (Y/n) didn't want to stay at home with their parents anymore and when Eddie said where he was moving to, (Y/n) wanted to go with him. She found herself a job and an apartment and travelled down with Eddie and Chris, never looking back. She was closer to Eddie than her two older sisters and LA was somewhere to have a fresh start and a new lease of life that was truly her own.

All she had done was move apartments, not to a different state. But (Y/n) would always admit that she should have told Eddie about the relationship first before moving in with Evan. They got too caught up in their relationship and being together to think about the consequences of doing everything secretly.

"Well judging by the fact I haven't heard from ma or papi, you haven't told them anything either. Are you gonna hide this from them too? You know what he'll say." Eddie raked his fingers through his hair again and took to pulling at the short strands at the back of his head.

He looked between (Y/n) and Evan, watching with a glimmer of satisfaction when (Y/n) shrunk back in her seat and pulled her arms tighter around her middle. While Evan looked between them both like he was missing something and it made Eddie grin.

"You thought my reaction was bad, wait til she tells our parents. I hope you know what you've done Buckley, you'll have to marry her now."

"Eddie!"

(Y/n) uncurled her legs and slammed them down on the floor as she sat bolt upright on the sofa, glaring daggers at her brother who shot her the exact same look back while he stood up to stretch and calm down. Her hands gripped the edge of the sofa and when (Y/n) dared to look to her right, she saw Evan's pale complexion and the confusion plastered across his face.

"It's the truth. When Shannon got pregnant I married her a month later to keep everyone happy. Did you even think if Buck would do that? Is this a fling for you Buck or are you gonna stick this out, hm?"

"Eddie for God's sake-"

"No. Buck has to tell me what his plan is here, he's got you pregnant for fuck's sake and you've not even been with him a year. So are you serious about this Buck, about her?" Eddie turned, planting his hands on his hips and cocking a hip out to the side as he waited impatiently for a response.

For the last three days, Eddie had been going through everything in his mind and he had come up with all sorts of scenarios and none of them ended well.

When he and Shannon found out about Chris, Eddie proposed immediately both because he loved her and because it was the only outcome that would happen in his family. Marriage came first, children came second. They needed stability to have a child and Eddie was in the army, he needed to marry Shannon in case he didn't come back from his tour.

Their family was hard, jumbled and a mess. Their parents were strict and harsh, they wouldn't agree or accept (Y/n) having a baby if she wasn't married and when they knew she hadn't been with Evan for long, they would not take this lightly.

Eddie had to know if Evan was serious about his sister or not. He had to know if he needed to worry that Evan had asked her to move in for the wrong reasons. If Evan was going to stick by (Y/n) and the baby or if he wasn't thinking about this as a long term situation. If that was the case, Eddie would blow a fuse and explode on his best friend.

Eddie's lips pressed into a very thin line and his chin tilted upwards, as did his brows when Evan suddenly got up from the sofa. He thought for a moment that Evan was going to walk out of his own flat in anger or a sudden burst of panic, but he didn't. Instead, he took three daring steps forward until he was standing right in front of Eddie, standing an inch taller than him.

His shoulders were squared out and as straight as a ruler, his hands were balled up into fists at his sides and his head was tilted at an angle. But it was the look in Evan's eyes that almost set Eddie off balance. He'd never seen Evan with something akin to danger and rage in his eyes before.

Evan was a calm, boysterous soul, not an explosive one.

"If you have to ask me, then you really don't know me as well as you think you do." His voice was as grating as gravel on the ground and his thick words left an air of tension surrounding them.

Evan was at the point of being enraged right now. He let Eddie push him, punch him and shout at him at the station and he was more than willing to let Eddie get everything off his chest and vent. But he wouldn't sit there and be accused of being with (Y/n) purely for the sex or the fun of secrecy.

If Eddie had to ask Evan whether he was going to stand by (Y/n), then he truly didn't know Evan at all and that stung worse than a knife in the heart.

His world had changed since (Y/n) walked into his life. Now, his world revolved solely around her, she was the sun and Evan was the Earth, unable to do anything but circle around her running himself ragged around the one thing that kept him from fading away.

"I love her. I love her more than you clearly think I do and I'd marry her tomorrow if she'll have me." Evan let his eyes dart across to (Y/n) but he couldn't look at her for long in case his bottle suddenly disappeared and she made him weak at the knees. When he looked back at Eddie, he acted on a rush of adrenaline and pushed him back a step. "So don't you dare stand there and act like I don't give a fuck about her."

***

"He still hasn't answered me back yet," (Y/n) allowed herself to look away from the road for a split second so she could glance across at Evan.

Eddie had left their apartment rather quickly yesterday and he hadn't answered any of (Y/n)'s calls this morning. She was starting to fret that things weren't on as level ground as they believed after yesterday. She thought the air had been cleared and Eddie would take a little while longer to relax and come to terms with things, and then they would move forward.

She didn't want him to keep on ignoring her, not when they normally spoke to each other every day. (Y/n) wanted things to settle back down, she didn't want to feel so anxious every second of the day, wondering if Eddie was ever going to forgive her and if their relationship would go back to normal.

"He'll be cooling off, baby don't worry he won't be mad with you, it's me he's pissed at." Evan reached out and curled his hand around her upper thigh, squeezing gently while he leaned his head back against the headrest and looked across at her.

He knew Eddie wasn't as angry at (Y/n) as he was at Evan. He felt like Evan had betrayed him, that he'd gone behind his back and it was as if Evan had seduced (Y/n) rather than fallen in love with her. He wasn't as annoyed with (Y/n) for hiding the relationship like he was at Evan and as much as it was irritating, Evan would rather be at the brunt end of Eddie's wrath rather than (Y/n).

"I know, but I don't like it. And I need to know if I'm picking Chris up tomorrow or not and he won't talk to me."

She could feel her stomach igniting with worry already and every time adrenaline pumped through her stomach and chest, she felt sick. She had to know that everything was okay between them so she could calm down and keep focused. And (Y/n) usually picked Chris up in the afternoon's on a Thursday and Friday and she needed to double check that was still happening.

"I'll try and call him if you promise to stop panicking."

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, feeling a different kind of adrenaline spark through her when Evan leaned over and peppered a kiss against her neck. He squeezed her thigh again and grazed his teeth against her skin before he pulled back and dug out his phone.

He highly doubted Eddie would answer him if he wasn't answering (Y/n), but Evan would do anything to try and calm her down. He knew her anxiety would fly if this mess continued and he also knew her anxiety mixed with morning sickness was starting to drain her.

Evan kept his hand on (Y/n)'s thigh and started to glide his thumb up and down the inside of her leg while he clicked Eddie's contact and waited to see if he would answer or not.

Anxiety and adrenaline both sparked up in (Y/n)'s stomach when Evan's hand glided higher up her thigh and gave a sharp squeeze when he sat forward.

"Eddie? Hey, it's me," Evan managed a grin and looked over at (Y/n), surprised, relieved and confused all at once. He wasn't sure why Eddie picked up on the first call when he had left all (Y/n)'s calls to go to voicemail. Maybe it was the topic of their parents that was making Eddie ghost his sister. (Y/n) had said she didn't want to tell their parents, at least not yet and she didn't want to do it alone.

The last thing Eddie wanted was to explain to their parents that someone he worked with, someone a few years older than (Y/n), had fallen for her. Gotten her to move in with him and now had got her pregnant too. It would cause everyone a headache that they all wanted to avoid.

"Yeah… no we're heading to see Maddie, but (Y/n) was-"

Whatever Evan was about to say got cut off.

His hand tightened around his phone which smashed into his ear and got caught between his head and the window when an oncoming car swerved into their lane. Hitting them head on.

Evan wasn't sure whether the expletives and curse words actually left his lips or if they were just swirling around his mind that was racing faster than the speed of light. Pain bolted up the back of his neck, ignited in his forehead, burst in his left hand that was next to the window and shockwaves surged through his chest.

He could feel the car moving, turning and spinning and the violent motion clawed a guttural scream from the back of Evan's throat that bounced around the walls and echoed back to him.

It felt like he had blacked out, maybe for a few seconds, maybe a little longer. His vision stayed as dark as the sky at midnight with only a few flickers of light blotching behind his eyelids, resembling twinkling stars. He could feel every inch of pain in his body, he could sense the car had stopped moving and he could hear a car horn, a fractured, broken radio and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Nothing came back into motion until voices suddenly started to make sense in Evan's ears and he realised he must have blacked out for a lot longer than he thought when the car horn was replaced by the very familiar sound of sirens. He could distinctly hear a firetruck, a police siren and an ambulance or two.

How long had be blacked out for them all to arrive?

A groan left Evan's lips as he blinked once, twice, five and then ten times before he could finally see instead of just hear and feel.

He could see faces glaring at him through the cracked windscreen. Two people in florescent jackets were peering in at him and he could hear a voice on his right. Someone was at the other door. When Evan let his head loll back against the headrest, he glanced his eyes to the left to see why his hand felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck!"

His left hand had gone through the window.

Deep down, Evan knew he shouldn't have moved. He knew it would be best to wait for assistance to safely remove his hand from the window. There was glass imbedded in his knuckles, his fingers and his wrist was caught on a particularly sharp piece of glass. But Evan couldn't wait, he wanted to move.

A roaring growl rutted through the air when he slowly dragged his hand back against the glass until he could drop it limply on his lap.

He was exhausted. Moving that little bit had taken all of his energy, or maybe it was the blood leaving his hand that was making him tired.

Now that his hand was no longer an obstacle in the way, someone wrenched the passenger door open and crouched down beside him. He elbowed their advance to try and tilt his head from side to side and he weakly slapped them when they tried to put him in a neck brace.

(Y/n). Shit. Shit. Shit. She's in the car too.

"Get off… baby, oh fuck," Evan unclipped his belt and leaned forward, slumping his left arm on the dashboard to hold himself up so he could turn to the right and try and see (Y/n). His mind was foggy, his vision wasn't perfect and his head was pounding, but he was conscious enough to remember and realise that he hadn't been the one driving the car.

She was slumped down in her seat, her head slanted to the side towards Evan just like she was asleep on the sofa, about to fall on him.

"Sir, can I please assess you-"

"Buck! Buck what the fuck's going on?!"

Evan fumbled his right hand around his lap and looked down until he found his phone. The screen had a crack in the right hand corner, but somehow he hadn't lost signal and the call hadn't ended.

Had Eddie stayed on the line all this time?

Gripping the phone tightly in his trembling fingers, Evan thrust the phone to the firefighter he loosely recognised as someone from the 221 team. He was a bit younger than Evan and he was a medic, Evan was sure of that. He had seen this guy talking to Hen a few times when they were joined up on callouts, but he didn't know his name.

"Talk… tell him w-what happened, please." Evan shook the phone until the other man took it from him and tried to calm Eddie down who was now screaming so loudly Evan could still hear him as clear as day.

Evan's eyes looked back at (Y/n) just as she seemed to be starting to come back around. He took her hand when it started to move, wavering about like she was blind and trying to find him. As soon as he squeezed her hand, she started to cry. Her eyes were clamped shut but tears were falling down her smoke-ridden face and sobs and spit foamed at her lips as she started to shake.

She tried to move her head until the medic held her head in place against the headrest and was quick to get a neck brace clipped around her. Trying to explain that she could have nerve damage, but (Y/n) wasn't listening. She couldn't listen. She didn't want them touching her.

She wanted Evan to get her out.

His name tore past her lips in a desperate plea but when two medics leaned in and started to ease her from the car, ripping her away from Evan, she screamed. A horrific, banshee scream hit Evan's ears and cut through him until he was wincing and at the point of sobbing too.

Turning to the left, Evan fisted the medic's shirt in his hands and pushed until the man took three steps back and helped Evan climb out the battered car.

His legs didn't seem to work properly, they fumbled, buckled and wobbled beneath him like broken matchsticks about to come apart completely. But Evan made them move. He dragged his feet across the tarmac, leaned most of his weight onto his new colleague and scanned his eyes around the smoke infested scene, trying to find (Y/n).

"I go with her." He pointed until the man nodded and tried to help guide him over to the ambulance (Y/n) was being loaded into.

"Concussion, deep wounds to the left hand and possible broken ribs," The man stated while Evan gathered what little strength he had and hoisted himself into the ambulance.

He flopped down on one of the seats closest to the gurney (Y/n) was laid on and slumped his elbows down on his knees. He kept his left hand dangling beside his leg even though he knew he should have kept his arm raised in the air to stop the blood loss. He didn't care. As long as his right hand found (Y/n)'s shaking fingers and held her hand to his lips, he couldn't care about his own minor injuries.

"E-Evan-"

"I'm here, I've got you, sweet girl." He kissed the back of her hand and lowered his head until it was hovering over her arm to try and relieve the tension. It felt like his head had been pumped full of air and it was about to explode.

He hated how she cried when the paramedic tried to touch and assess her chest and she flinched, coiling towards Evan when they pushed a needle into her hand and set her up on an IV line.

"Oh no…" Evan's head snapped up and his body slammed into the back of the ambulance when he straightened up like a ruler. The action made the blood drain from his head and dribble down to his toes until he was seeing stars again and his vision momentarily went black. He could feel someone quickly grab his chin and tilt his head back when his body started to slump forward and he was grateful for the oxygen mask that was pushed over his nose.

The flood of oxygen made him cough but it relieved the pain in his head and allowed him to see through blurry eyes again.

"Sir, deep breaths. Do you feel sick?"

"No, no s-she's pregnant."

He forgot to tell them. He hadn't been alert enough to say anything in the car but the thought suddenly dawned on him when he saw the medic assessing (Y/n) for broken ribs. They wouldn't know she was pregnant and if he didn't say anything now they wouldn't find out until much, much later when something went wrong or they did blood tests and accidentally found out.

They had to know so they could try and do something to help the baby. Evan didn't even know what injuries (Y/n) had gotten, he couldn't see any blood except for a cut on her forehead. It was him whose blood was dribbling onto the ambulance floor like a broken tap. She could have any number of internal injuries and internal bleeding they didn't know about.

"How far along?" The medic leaned back over (Y/n) with a sudden rush of concern in his eyes and a perplexed look on his face.

"T-three months… nearly four."

"Pelvis is in tact, no distending organs… skin isn't warm or flushed." He seemed to be nodding to himself as he went along his assessment, pressing the heel of his hands around (Y/n)'s lower chest and down her abdomen to check for any iregularities. He then banged his fist on the side of the ambulance and leaned into the windoe separating them from the driver. "Alert the hospital we have a priority one, pregnant female. She'll need an X-ray and an MRI, surgery team needs to be on standby just in case."

Evan croaked, trying to swallow down a bubbling cry. It hurt to think about what they were going to do to (Y/n).

She hated hospitals. She wasn't going to cope with an X-ray, then an MRI, especially if that scan was for her whole body and not just her head. Surgery was the last thing she needed right now.

Evan kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand while he stood up, stooped over with his weight wobbling between his toes and his heels like he was about to collapse. He ignored the medic trying to urge him to sit down and grabbed one of the cardboard sick buckets from the second drawer down, just in time to throw up. He knew where they were kept, he stocked the ambulance like everyone else every shift and he could feel his lunch crawling back up his throat.

He was grateful when she took the bowl off him when the ambulance finally came to a stop and Evan knew he was finished chucking up his guts.

His legs still felt uneasy but he felt more capable of walking than he did ten minutes ago and he held onto the gurney with his damaged hand so he didn't fall. But he let his weight slump forward and practically slid out of the ambulance onto shaky legs.

He knew the trek in through the paramedic's entrance, bypassing the A&E waiting room and going straight to the assessment cubicles. But anger boiled up inside of him and he wobbled when a nurse tried to escort him to a different cubicle than (Y/n).

She caused him to let go of (Y/n)'s hand and that automatically made (Y/n) scream, choking on a cry when they wheeled her into one of the further cubicles, away from Evan.

"Sir, come this way and we can assess you-"

"No y-you don't understand,"

"Sir-"

"I'm firefighter Buckley. And t-that's my wife, I'm going with her, thank you." Evan sneered the last words at her before he stumbled forward, cradling his rocky, shaking head that was ready to cave in and explode.

That was right, wasn't it? (Y/n) was his wife, wasn't she?

It sounded right when it came from Evan's lips, the thought seemed to make sense in his mind. He remembered arguing with Eddie about it and he could hear himself saying he would marry her. Why was his mind so jumbled? Why couldn't he think straight? Why was he ten minutes delayed in giving information and understanding it? He didn't realise (Y/n) was still in the car with him when he came round and he didn't tell them straight away that she was pregnant and in danger. Why didn't he tell them sooner?

When Evan got into the cubicle, everything started to spin. He slumped down into the chair closest to the bed (Y/n) had just been manoeuvred onto and he reached out for her. His good hand curled around her upper arm until his fingers were bruising into her flesh and he lifted his numb, heavy, damaged arm up and flopped it onto the pillow. Not caring that his blood was now soaking into the crisp white linen or that he had now alarmed one of the nurses who couldn't tell straight away whether the blood was his or from an unforeseen head injury (Y/n) might have had.

He managed to register (Y/n)'s cries circling around in his ears and her nails scratching into his arm but it was her words that soothed him despite how desperate they sounded.

"D-don't take him away. I need him," (Y/n) could feel the world spinning. The lights were too bright, burning into her pupils and giving her a headache that mashed with the rest of her body and made her pulse and thud in pain with each heartbeat.

Bile rose at the back of her throat, pins and needles shot down her arms and her chest and her body felt like it was going cold.

But it was Evan's touch, loosening on her arm and his head flopping down onto her shoulder that made her scream in both fright and agony. He had gone unconscious.

"He's going into shock, move him now!"

"Don't t..take him,"

(Y/n) couldn't speak, her brain was turning to mush, melting and becoming stew in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't feel and couldn't process anything but the knowledge that someone was grasping at Evan and trying to sit him up. She was sure she heard one of the nurses shout that he was starting to be sick. Then he was choking.

Then they were both unconscious.

***

"Sir, sir please, who are you here for?"

"(Y/n) Diaz and Evan Buckley, I- I'm her brother and I was on the phone when their car crashed. Where are they, are they okay?"

Eddie's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head and his other hand strummed horribly against the desk he was almost falling onto. He had spent ten minutes sitting in his living room in agony, waiting on the other end of the line for someone to talk to him and tell him what had happened.

He put a dint in the wooden coffee table, he had split his knuckles back open and he'd screamed so loud the neighbours came over in concern. He heard Evan scream. He heard his best friend swear and curse and spit and cry and the mesh of car horns and blazing voices and metal colliding with metal all melted together in Eddie's mind. He had heard everything and his sister's horrid scream sent him reeling.

He had been seconds away from hanging up the phone when someone finally found the phone and answered him, telling him they were taking the couple to Mercy General hospital.

After a quick, pleading call to his Abuela who agreed to collect Chris from school, Eddie raced down the motorway, calling Bobby enroute to explain that something bad had happened and he didn't know what the outcome was.

"I have a Buckley in room three… Linda, family member of Mr Buckley."

What about (Y/n)? Where was she? Was she okay, why weren't they taking Eddie to see both of them? Was (Y/n) not in A&E anymore, had she been taken somewhere else in the hospital?

All the questions swirled around Eddie's head and made him dizzy and too incomprehensible to voice them. He blindly nodded and stumbled after the older nurse who was already speeding away from him to show him where to go.

"Are they okay?" He gasped through each word, clawing at the back of his neck like it would somehow help him breathe clearer.

"Mr Buckley was a handful, he received a very severe concussion and started to be sick, then when he passed out be started to choke and convulse. We had to clear his airways and send him up to the third floor for a scan. Little bit of swelling but he's in the clear."

"Shit."

"Hm. He's got broken ribs and his left hand got rather messy, glass nicked an artery so he got some stitches. He began screaming for his wife when he came round, very distressed so we had to give him some morphine for the pain and to calm him down."

That sounded like Evan.

Although Eddie found himself halting just outside Evan's door when the words sank into his mind. Screaming for his wife. Evan and (Y/n) weren't married, certainly not after the conversation they all had yesterday. Had Evan told a white lie to make sure he knew what was happening with (Y/n)? Or had his concussion affected him worse than they imagined?

"W-where is his wife? (Y/n) Diaz, she um… she's pregnant and I'm worried." His fingers rubbed bruisingly over his jaw that was aching from how tightly he had been clenching his teeth together on the drive here.

"She was moved up to the third floor for some scans, to check for internal injuries. She sustained broken ribs and a dislocated knee… I'm afraid I don't know about the pregnancy yet, I'm sorry. If you wait with Mr Buckley, any news and someone will come down and talk to you. We're waiting to admit him onto a ward when we get a free bed."

"Thank you," His disheartened tone was evident in his voice and the light started to fade from his eyes when the nurse looked at him with sorrow before she turned to carry on with her duties.

Eddie turned on his heels and slowly opened the hospital door, trying to brace himself for what he was going to find on the other side.

Evan didn't see him at first; it gave Eddie a chance to look him over and do a small assessment. His friend, his brother, was sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling off the side and his right hand clasped around the back of his neck like he was trying to choke himself. He had his left arm bandaged and in a sling around his neck, something Eddie guessed he wouldn't be wearing for very long.

He had the beginning of a black eye and various cuts and newly forming bruises dotted all over his face and down his neck from what Eddie could see.

If Evan looked this bad, what was (Y/n) going to be like?

"Eddie…" The moment Evan lifted his head, the waterworks started again and before Eddie could close the door, Evan was sobbing. His face turned a very horrid shade of cherry red, his wet parted lips were swollen and blushing and his eyes were the deepest shade of blue Eddie had ever seen.

"Buck, how do you feel?" Eddie went to sit down next to him on the bed but Evan stood up before he could sit down. He pushed onto wobbling legs and swayed, trying to control his eyes that were moving in slow circles. "Sit down, you've got a concussion-"

"They won't let me see her! T-they're hiding her from me,"

"No one's hiding her, she's having a scan. Please sit down," With gentle hands, Eddie held Evan's arms carefully in case they were hurting or bruised. And he slowly nudged Evan until he was sitting back down on the bed, sniffing and trying to catch a proper breath. "Someone will come and find us when they have news. What happened, you… you were screaming on the phone."

Eddie already knew he was going to be having nightmares for months after what he had heard tonight. Evan's cursing screams and (Y/n)'s tortured howls were going to haunt Eddie for the rest of his life.

"Nurse said a drunk driver hit us. Can you call Maddie for me?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll ring and ask her to come down,"

"I'm sorry,"

His words took Eddie by surprise, so much so that he had to take a step back and lean down to look at Evan and make sure he heard him right. What on Earth was he apologising for? Evan hadn't been the one drunk driving, he hadn't done anything wrong. Not like the person who hit them who was going to feel Eddie's wrath as soon as he got hold of them.

As Evan continued to cry and cradle his head that was still on the verge of exploding, despite the morphine they had given him, Eddie could feel his throat closing up. The unfamiliar sense of dread dwelled in his stomach and his heartbeat started to thud throughout every crevasse of his body, making him pulse and shudder like a boombox. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, a horrid numbness was spreading down his arms to his fingertips and he couldn't breathe.

He was starting to panic. He had been the one who had given both of them the cold shoulder. He wouldn't return (Y/n)'s phone calls, he wanted time to think things over and work out how they were all going to move forward through this and tell their families. Eddie had been too hard on both of them and now they were in the hospital.

If he had taken things better, if his mood had been lighter and more understanding, would they have been out in the car tonight when they were? Would they have been going to see Maddie if Eddie had changed his attitude yesterday?

Was their crash his fault?

[yrthr]

☾ ROSES ; ZHANGHAO

zhanghao masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.752k

➛ genre / trope ; fake dating 🎧 — hi ! rlly happy that you enjoy my writing , tried fake dating for this one hopefully its up to standards.

“ see your tomorrow hao and remember i like roses. “

“ yeah i know that see you. “

as usual both you and zhanghao walked in opposite directions heading back towards your homes after a long day of school.

your relationship with zhanghao was… complicated to say the least.

it started a while ago when you wanted to get away from a guy who would not take rejection as an answer and zhanghao.. didn’t reveal why he wanted to do it , he just offered.

the rules were simple , fake date in public and as soon as the respective people were out of sight it was back to being friends.

although fake dating zhanghao wasn’t so bad.

the way he’d be ever so gentle , holding your waist to slightly nudge you closer to him.

or the way he’d remember the smallest detail you told him a while back , if it was food or an item he’d show up to school the next day with it.

and the way he’d stare at you with those lovey-dovey sparkly eyes and his subconscious pouting.

slowly and slowly , you felt yourself genuinely falling for him.

the heart pumping , the warmth that you felt in your face , the sweaty palms , the stuttering , it was all starting to feel a bit too real.

fuck.

tomorrow was valentines day and of course zhanghao suggested he bought you your favourite flowers which you declined at first but he insisted.

“ its to sell the act dear. “

he loved calling you nicknames even in private.

valentines day came rolling around and you walked into class , seeing zhanghao already leaned up against the wall next to your table. your classmates standing at random parts of the classroom watching in anticipation.

zhanghao skipped up to you with a big smile on his face. his hands that were previously hid behind his back were now holding out five roses.

“ happy valentines day dear. “

he said , his ears turning a shade of red.

you chuckled taking the roses from him , “ thank you dear. “

your classmates erupted into a surge of ‘ aws ‘ and squeals as both you and zhanghao stood there staring at each other shyly , with your blushes becoming more eminent.

that day was probably one of the best days of your life.

sitting with zhanghao , giggling and sharing shy glances , holding hands with his thumb affectionately caressing your hand , sharing lunches and snacks.

you relished in the feeling of being loved , even if it was fake.

after school ended you and zhanghao reached the intersection where you both would part ways yet again.

“ could i walk you home today ? “

zhanghao asked looking at your with hopeful eyes.

“ why ? is someone still around ? “

“ just.. felt like it today. “

“ alright loverboy. “

the walk to your house was in a comfortable silence , holding hands with the occasional words being said.

“ we’re here. “

you announced facing him.

zhanghao looked down at you slightly biting his lip before opening his mouth to speak.

“ i can’t do this anymore. “

you were taken aback , what did he mean by that ?

“ so you want to end things ? “

“ wait what , no ! wait sorry i think that came out in a bad way. i meant to say that i cant stop faking everything anymore, its killing me. “

he opened his backpack and reached into it pulling out a singular red rose.

“ there was a reason why i offered to help you just that i was too scared to say why or do anything about it while we were fake dating. but i hope with this rose you’d understand why. so im asking you , would you like to go out with me ? for real this time. “

you looked at the rose he held out to you.

you scoffed with a small smile forming , “ of course i would. “

zhanghao beamed , a big smile forming on his face. he placed the rose delicately in your hair , carefully tucking peaces of it out of the way.

“ see you tomorrow dear. “

“ yeah see you too , dear. “

zhanghao walked away from your house with an uncontrollable smile that he constantly had to hide from passer-by’s , finally he got his confession out and best of all you said yes.

he couldn’t be more happy.

that day you went back to your apartment , rethinking zhanghaos confession.

‘ but i hope with this rose you’d understand why.’

pulling out your phone you typed into the google search bar ‘ what does a singular rose mean. ‘

the small grey box poped up with the words love at first sight.

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

©️ yrthr 2023

[cod-thoughts]

You used to post so much more fic what happened 😕

i dont normally respond to stuff like this cause i find it pointless and that its trying to get a reaction but ive gotten so many asks that are about this so hi anon (im assuming its you thats asked all those times)

I uploaded 45 works in 2024. 43 of them for COD in the last 3 months of the year. What happened is its been less then a month lol. that's it. nothing else. Im hoping that you're asking this because you want more stuff and that its not in a malicious way but anyone who shares any of their work isnt obligated to continue sharing it, just saying. You're lucky to get any content, so cherish it and enjoy it and let those who created it know you enjoyed it too!

Theres no need to expect those of us that post more often to keep up with that output either!! And theres also no need to expect those that take their time to upload and share their work to do it more often, be happy you get to see all of these creative people share their things and don't expect them to just pump out stuff like we're machines, we're not thank you very much.

As for "what happened", life man idk lmao. Im trying to work on bettering my writing especially for these characters and i dont want to just put out anything, id rather have works that im super proud of and have worked really hard on out there. Not that what i have put out already isnt something im happy with, but i just want to put more effort into my writing this year in general and to hopefully put out longer works and some art too!! Please remember that the artists, the authors, the animators and all the other creatives that you enjoy consuming their content are human, alright?

[shitouttabuck]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

seven!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

129,484 which is a fake number to me

3. what fandoms do you write for?

nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you can start a family who will always show you love

let the world have its way with you

my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

like a dog with a bird at your door

i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….

8. do you get hate on fics?

no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

911 babey!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj

tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!

[leclerced]

Ohhh okay so we’re talking real vampire au. I love it tbh. Charles for sure is super old but just loves humans and Max is perfect for being old and grumpy in a godly body hahaha

Poor Oscar is terrified when he learns what he’s become and the stories aren’t only that-fiction made by someone’s imagination. He’d try and starve himself but learns it’s not that simple when you’re a vampire and finally he stumbles onto Charles who immediately knows what’s going on cause he’s seen things like this more than once in his life. He’d be the first of his bloodline so he’d have to learn about the specifications of his powers. Oh damn him meeting Lando whose specialty is seduction and generally making people do what he wants. Can def see a love story here with Oscar being insecure because he doesn’t know if it’s real or just Lando’s powers meddling with his brain.

With them still being drivers I can totally see it too! Like maybe there is one or two super old that decided they are getting bored in their too long of a life so why not hop into f1 car. But then someone getting turned accidentally and having so much troubles because of it. Maybe it does help a little but…(here’s how I’d imagine the vampire thingy to work lol). When you’re a new vampire it’s not like you have all of your heightened senses all figured out just like that and the bits of additional strength are not settled in (?) so whoever would get turned would struggle so much through the first ad second race. Then he’d get used to it and start using it so that’s why suddenly he’s better after actually being the worse for the past weeks. Maybe after one race the hunger for blood would be so bad that he’d attack his teammate? Or the older ones without knowing they’re also vampires ofc and it would be pure comedy with them finding out in that way. Like suddenly they have fangs in their neck and someone’s trying to feed on their almost nonexistent blood n they have this debate whether it’s just weird or uncomfortable or enjoyable??? Either way they don’t know why people are letting them do this haha

Oh god it’s so long probably deserves “read more” right after the first sentence hahaha

yes real vampire au !! my fav vampire stuff is like buffy, cirque du freak, lost boys. that's more what i would draw inspo from. im forgetting some but those are more my vibe than like. tvd or twilight. i like tvd but i like it for the same reason i like teen wolf, y'know?

oscar’s slowly drying out or is extremely sick (what happens to vamps that don’t drink blood?) because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. charles stumbles upon him and immediately knows what’s wrong with him and takes him home, gives him a few blood bags and asks who turned him. oscar’s got no clue, he woke up one morning in pain and in a room he didn’t recognize surrounded by dead bodies. can imagine he’d want to stay inside and avoid humans because he’s terrified he’ll rip into someone’s throat. charles would introduce him to other vampires, and they’d help him understand what he’s going through, maybe telling him about how they were turned. they’d get him to go out and start living again, promising they’d stop him before he could hurt anyone.

lando being super seductive !! i think vampires sharing blood is very intimate but i can imagine lando shares his blood with oscar and oscar assumes he shares w everyone because of it but then oscar finds out he’s doesn’t and lando’s just like “well you won’t bite a human to feed and it’s better fresh. it’s not my fault you’re a big baby.” and totally makes it out to be like he’s doing oscar a favor by letting him feed from him

in a possible racer vamp au, i can definitely see them attacking a teammate after a race, when they can hear their blood pumping and can see the veins in their neck throbbing. im thinking about landoscar and oscar becoming a vampire midway through his rookie season. he manages well enough getting blood from people in the middle of the night and healing them with a bit of his own blood before he returns to his hotel room and pretends he didn’t go out for a late night snack. he’s so careful not to take too much. one day he can’t control himself after a really good race, he didn’t feed the night before and now all he can think about is blood. how it’s pumping through everyone who gives him a congratulatory hug or even passes by, he can’t help but think about sinking his teeth in them. he had a good race so he’s on the cameras giving tight lipped smiles, forcing his fangs to retract during interviews and the debriefs. stumbling upon lando back at the hotel when he’s debating calling room service and snacking on whoever brings his food, but suddenly his teammate looks really good. goes a little blood crazy and bites lando before he remembers who he’s biting, then starts panicking and giving lando his blood to heal him. drags him to his room and is pacing around while lando slumps on the couch.

i think it’s fun when vampire venom makes it’s victims feel euphoric so they’re not scared, so lando’s just like “hey that felt really good do it again.” while oscar tries to figure out if mind control is a vampire ability or if that’s just in movies, hoping he can make him forget this ever happened because it never should have!!

it’s very funny to think about two vampires on the grid and not knowing the other is one! max and charles being old vampires who are bored and decide to see what humans are up to lately, find out about formula one and think it would be funny to race. then one day they catch another driver drinking from someone at a race, like in a back hallway or bathroom, and just being like, “jesus you’re so stupid. don’t do that here! what is wrong with you? who raised you?” and then teaching them vampire etiquette!

i like when vampires have blood and they can feed from each other but its an intimate thing, so only done with someone you’re bonded to, or not really sustainable because it’s not human blood. they could get by but they’re weaker. and i swear there’s one vampire book i read where when they drink from each other they see each other’s memories or something weird like that. they get bitten by a newbie vampire and are like “hey! what the fuck? not cool man!! only my friends can do that.” the newbie is confused why they’re fighting back and why they taste so different than others they’ve fed from

also the drama of a vampire driver getting in a crash and coming out unscathed? just like aha yeah nbd! just got really lucky! haha! stop looking at me. they def have tests done on them (at least random piss tests for drugs, no?) so would he have to mind control ppl to fake the tests ?? how would it work

[ask-serendipity-sky]

how does making wlive considered great promotion? The people who watch JK wlive to start with are people who would know already about Jimin and Face and if they are army they would be already streaming and buying and JK solos will never suport face no matter whether JK says it or not. So how does making a vlive considered a promotion? Shouldn't it be considered as support instead of promotion ?

I saw this under your post so I want to say yes it's support not promotion. BUT if it's reaching to new people it's a promotion in a way, isn't it? If I post LC on my stories for others to see and check the song it's promotion in my own way I'm not 'supporting' the song lol. Im supporting by streaming and buying privately.

I was watching Jimin's Lee Mujin Service episode and in the comment section you can see 100s of comments saying they didn't knew about this but came here because of JK's live. It's like saying 'I came from tiktok' lol. See ? It reached many people who didn't knew about Jimin's acoustic performance. JK's live on average gets 10M+ (which is the HIGHEST for any kpop artist he's consumed very much) views while rest all members gets around 5 M (exceptions are there, like Jimin's pocket live had 10M views) so it's twice amount of viewers which includes different types of audiences.

It's not just hard-core army who knows it all watching his lives. Do you know there were even people who didn't knew about LETTER ???? Some found it from JK's live. His views also includes solos - they won't support anyway, kpoppies - He's their fav so they watch his lives like others watch sks bangchan vlive, JK×GG shippers - yep they are there especially for JK there's a ton of them, Y/n - who don't watch og content but JK lives etc etc. So most of Jimin's works are reaching them too and many of them search for it soley because of JK lives and finds it. Is it a 'big' promotion nope but in its literal meaning it's also a promotion when it's reaching many people who didn't knew about it. It's like we saying a brand or singer got free promo from JK lol. Jimin definitely doesn't want it but as of now Jimin is getting exclusive promo from JK's live.

Hi anon,

I agree with this.

I think it's important to make the distinction between support and promote, since the slight word change means a lot to some people.

We call ourselves supporters of Jimin. So by that definition, Jk is one too.

One of us!

But yes, Jk did support Jimin's songs. He even got people pumped minutes before Set Me Free pt. 2 mv dropped.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts as always!

[commiicc]

Hi. I'd like to talk a little about my time on social media as an artist. I'm sure a lot of this has been said by a ton of artists before me, but I'm going to say it again anyways.

My online handle is @ commiicc. I've gone by the alias Comic for a few years now. I was extremely active of Twitter during the height of the DreamSMP fandom. My time in this community brought me many memories and experience. Both good and bad. Today, I just want to focus on the art.

In my opinion and experience the art community of the DSMP fandom was so incredibly toxic. Artists were the backbone of the community. It was said time and time again. But this held many artists to unfair expectations. The turn around on art was insane. If art was not posted directly after or the day after the stream/ event it would flop. Posts would circulate about the perfect posting times, which I would memorize, then be so sad when I'd post at those times and a price would still fail. I'd blame myself. I'd internalize it and think I just wasn't good enough. It was never my art. It was simply the shit algorithm that is any social media, but that didn't stop me of course.

And I watched so many young artists beg for followers, because validation meant everything. And we all wanted to be mutuals with the popular, big twitters because that meant we'd made it... right?

I watched followers drop and people ask if they'd done something wrong to deserve it because canceling was so common. It was usually just bots being deleted, but "what if I did something wrong" was always everyone's go to.

Going back to artists being the backbone of the community and pumping out content. I used to say how thankful I was for the community because it made me grow and find my style. But in reality, I only found my style once I stepped back and took time on a piece. I was just slapping shit together back then. I hated most of what I made during that time. It was all rushed. Because no one gave me time. I always felt so rushed to post something so it gets attention. Post something so my followers don't think Im leaving. Because if you took too long to post (more than a week) you'd start losing people. I was a small artist and craved that attention... So I forced myself to create, even if I had no ideas. It's pushed me into burn out.

I'd compare myself to other artists who somehow created masterpieces in like two hours when it took me ages to do anything. I compared myself to everyone and hated everything I did. It was incredibly unhealthy.

I've only just now started making things I enjoy again.

Even when I switched fandoms I was still in the mindset of pushing out art, so I hate it all.

Only after burning myself out can I now restart and find my style... Can I now actually create again.

And I know that's just the culture of social media. and people used to tell me "just don't care" "just don't look at the views". do you know how hard it is to be a 16, 17, even 18 years old and NOT look at that??? to be a new artist and NOT care how much attention your art gets??? when a content creator that you love can see your fanart and has actually seen it.. all humans want is validation. Social media prys on that toxic need. On that innate human need. Cause yeah, we all want to know that what we're doing looks good, but holy shit was that place bad.

And I KNOW I'm not the first person to say this. I'm just trying to share my experience and I'm putting all this disclaimer here in case... So please just check yourself and remember we're all human. Social media is kinda awful and this is literally just my blog to share long thoughts and archive who I am. My time on social media fucked me up a little and I'm just now realizing it. That's what all this is.

So yeah all this to say, I'm done posting my art on social media for now. I'm done pumping out art just for the sake of it. When I create something worth sharing, I'll post it. But for now, I'll be in my comfortable void. I'm around and always willing to chat about the art making process or just chat in general. I'm creating. I always have been. I'm just not sharing it. It's not for your eyes.

It will be when im ready.

And new artists, young artists, any artists; your worth is not determined by the views or likes a post gets. Your art is worth more than any amount of attention it gets on social media. Don't create for attention. Create because you enjoy it. Create for yourself. That's where the magic happens.

thanks for reading. sorry this is long. I'm very wordy. thanks for being here.

- Comic

[aritamargarita]

Hi, I'm the anon who asked for a hc or sneak peek. Anything is okay im desperate for your writing

hi anonnnn🤭

of course i can share a few things with you! maybe just a little. Like a little crumb. Here’s some things that I’ve been cooking

Attitude

“I want you to attend the service.” Hunter says. “I want you to be the bridesmaid. Hell, you can even be the best man. I don’t care. I just want you to show up.”

“I don’t know about that. You know I don’t like Stephanie and she doesn’t like me. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear!” You exclaim. “This is so sudden.”

“You don’t have to worry about what to wear.” He says. “Well, actually, you do. Steph’s really picky about that.”

Like you give a shit! You’ll wear what you want. You won’t be “traditional” either, because this time, you’ll be wearing a tuxedo. And they better not request for you to make any drastic alternations to it.

You’ve already had that issue when it came to your referee outfit at Invasion. It was really annoying.

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Solitude

What was even more of a shocker was that he told you that you were assigned to NXT for a week. Those days would determine if you were moving up to the main roster or sent back to the center for training.

It’s a bit stressing. But you know you have to put your best foot forward and do this. This was your only chance and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Maybe it’s not that hard. You were only an indie superstar at first, only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. At the time, you couldn’t even imagine being on WWE….which was broadcasted on national television!

To you, NXT seemed to be something on the smaller scale. You were comfortable and you felt steady.

All of the people who were still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated. You won’t see them anymore unless they come up there themselves.

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Golden

You shuffle a bit closer to Chyna to ask her; “How is everyone chewing something but me?! Do you have candy or something?”

She turns her head over to you. “Gum. Just reach in my back pocket and get it.”

You’re already reaching into her pocket and pulling out the pack. You figured it didn’t really matter since the cameras were the mostly focused on Shawn and Hunter, the former now with the mic.

“Thanks….Chy,” It was almost like you were testing the nickname out, but if she didn’t like it, you’d simply say that it must’ve been too loud for her to hear the rest of her name.

She doesn’t seem to care, which is definitely a step forward in your opinion. You silently pump your fist, perhaps you could get away with calling her other nicknames too.

[cowboy-robooty]

Let me show you the world of my hell hole of a playlist

Obviously I need to share the good word of the Sonic Vocal Tracks like dude i will make you sit and listen to all of them if i have to but my personal favorites are “This Machine” from Sonic Heroes, “Find Your Flame” and “Im Here” from Sonic Frontiers, “Live & Learn” from Sonic Adventure 2 and “I Am… All of Me” from Shadow the Hedgehog. They are a little more metal/rock ish sorry if my music terms are off but yeah you will be screaming you will be so pumped

Also literally just any track from any Lupin III media is so fucking good omfg. So Jazzy and upbeat you will feel so radical. My favorite intros are from Part 2 and also “Superhero” is a transcending experience I lives in my head rent free. Yuhi Ohno’s work is honestly just so good just skip immediately to his entire discography

Ok im sorry im a hardcore MARINA and Girls Love Shoes fan its just who i am inside. I need to come clean. Girls Love Shoes’ “Supamedicine” is my godsend its my holy grail. MARINA always drops bangers the people know her not much to say than that.

Also some random out of pocket ones. Any minecraft parody ever, any pop song from the 2000’s, animation meme songs that haunt you for life, the living tombstone and specifically She Wolf but nightcore. Just night/daycore / slowed down/speed up just to get a little cray cray.

Alot of my own music taste is just a bunch of Punk Rock and other random artists scattered about, sorry if you already listen to these guys </3 My entire playlist is a tonal nightmare its older than most average playlists. Been going strong since like 7th grade

DONT WORRY LOL MY PLAYLIST IS AIDS TOO ive had it since i got my first phone in 6th grade because i like to put all the songs i like ever in one playlist and hit shuffle on that ^_^

SONIC SHIT: I LIKED THIS. ROBOOTY WAS A FAN OHHH YESSS... DONT WORRY IDK HOW MUSIC TERMS WORK EITHER LOL BUT THIS IS GOOD. **nods head** ITS LOUD ITS GOT A VERY FULL SOUND I LIKE IT A LOT YESS!!!

LUPIN SHIT: DUDEEE I FUCKING LOVE THE LUPIN SOUNDTRACKS TOO!!! I FUCKING LOVE JAZZY SHIT ITS SO GOOD ITS SO FIRE I LOVE IT I LOVEEE WHAT LUPIN IS IN I ALWAYS DO BE PLAYING THAT LUPIN OPENING ON TAIKO!!!! I need to check out yuhi ohnos discography properly.... i always am slacking ok

GIRLS LOVE SHOES: i listened to supamedicine and it was pretty good! it was pleasant i was like **nods head** if my buddy put it on i wouldnt go "well... if you wanted to go to teen sex cove you couldve just asked 😏" but id be like **nods head in approval** and then continue talking about how my soundcloud almost got deleted for reposting yaoi christmas carols. anyways secret.. im actually not really a marina fan. like primmadonna and oh no is okay theyre like 5/10 to me but idk i just aint into her shit

RANDOM SHIT: IM NGL I DIDNT LISTEN TO A LOT OF MINECRAFT PARODIES BECAUSE THEY WERE PARODIES OF POP MUSIC AT THE TIME AND I HATTTTTEEDD POP MUSIC LOL. i think some are ok like dont mine at night but i cant really think of any others i liked. i still am not really big on modern pop in fact i kind of hate like a lot of it lol im a hater by birth 💔 I ALSO... **says this on the cross** HAVE HATED ANIMATION MEMES FROM THE MOMENT I WAS BORN TOO. i used to get so mad id be like THATS NOT A MEME!!!! THATS A SHITTY LOOPED GIF THAT HAS NO JOKES AT ALL!!!!! idk i never was an animation meme kid.... i always looked up to newgrounds animation and like people who made full mv parodies of vocaloid mvs or cola shake dance yknow but i liked those because i think theyre different from animation memes. its a completely different vibe and i think that comparing shit like burihamachi or the pappara baby boy thing to animation memes is like comparing manga and comics. theyre the same thing in principal but COMPLETELY different vibe yknow? anyways yeah i was a hater and refused to watch them in my lifetime... 💔💔💔 I LIKE THE LIVING TOMBSTONE THOUGH I LOVEE THE SONG CATS OUGHHH THATS SO GOOD.... i never listened to them a lot i only know like 3 songs lol so erm i dont consider myself a living tombstone fanboy since i think id be considered a poser 💔 LOOK IVE ALWAYS LIVED UNDER A ROCK IM ALWAYS SEVENTEEN YEARS LATE TO EVERY PARTY EVER!!! I NEVER EVEN LIKED FNAF I WAS INTO THE NIGHTGUARDS BUT DIDNT CARE ABOUT THE GAME THE LORE THE ANIMATRONICS I LITERALLY DID NOT GIVE A FUCK I NEVER WATCHED A SINGLE MATPAT VIDEO OR LISTENING TO ANY FNAF SONGS!! i was an asdf movie and newgrounds + niconico douga kid ermmmmm anybody like danjo danjo? anyways i do like nightcore! i love listening to nightcore of 80s songs ohh yes... i only listen to out of touch nightcore 😏😏😏

sorry for long tangents but yknow how robooty empire is. THE KING LOVES TO SPEAK! THANK YOU FOR THESE RECS ESPECIALLY THE SONIC SHIT I BE LIKE OHHH ME LIKEY 😍

[bonesandthebees]

BEE IM SO EXCITED LETS GO OKAY GLASS FIRST WOOO THIS IS ALSO GREAT BECAUSE IM GETTING MY HAIR DONE RN AND NEEDED SOMETHING TO DO

ahhh thats the palace hes there in there in that yep

he might as well be dead i mean the pythia that he once knew is dead

flashback wooooo

your descriptions are alwasy SOOOOO

GOOD LIKE IDK THEY JUST AHHHHH

omg theyre at nikis right probably

“my pythia” why dont you go crawl up you own a— anyways. this is a pg zone (i just dont curse)

i want to slap him around a bit, just a tiny bit just like hang him from the ceiling and wack him like he’s a piñata at a five year olds birthday

THEY ARE AT NIKIS

TATTOO

HES DOING IT ISIRJSF ANDOQLFNWIF

tommy is so baby brother

NOTNIN THE PHYSICAL SENSE *spins around very quickly like a tornado*

WHO HE IS OH MY GOD BEE

why is schlatt

i think schlatt would look nice with a black eue it would bring out how much kf a d— anyqays

TAKE THAT SCHLATT

i need more people to draw this tattoo because every singly one is so ahhhhh like i have no clue how this is supposed to look bjt every design peiple make makes sense and i need more im so curious to see how people see

i love the way wilbur thinks i want to take his brain and poke around in it like its so intriguing

also like idk as a person feeling your pulse is always so… intimate? i do it a lot, like just feeling my pulse reminding myself that im human, we all have a pulse. idk its comforting in a way just feeling the way the blood pumps through your body regardless of the world, that youre alive no matter what as long as that blood keeps pumping. like even when everything feels out of place, youre still human.

sorry anyways

anywho thats why hes fiddling with the cuff then hes nervous aboht them seeing

UGH HES SO ANNOYING I WANT TO CHUCK HIM ONTO LIKE I-5 OR SOMETHING

im gonna send a prayer your way schlatt.

GO WILBUR GO

god hes so idk his brain man and the way you write and god i love this fic so much

WHY DOESNT IT FEEL LIKE MINE AHEOHEIFJWO SO WOROWKK OK DA P WAS HEQID

im cool and chill

the vessel.

yep.

cool.

thats cool.

HES WILBUR

i just like god this fic man

ah yes tommys tattoo

just saying on… july 28th i said it was from wilburs murder attempt!! im so smart sometimes

HE DOENST WANT TO BE EMPTY AGAIN WHAT RHE FUEFUVJ

anyways im so normal aboht this fic

oh me too wil lets fist bump over our shared fear of failure and disappointment

me when he realizes that they werent empty he jsut didnt know they were allowed to not be empty

THEYRW FMAKILTLY OU YK EGOD THEY MEHM

BROTHERISHD OH MY GODHD I LOVE RJEM

BOOM AH

GUNSHOTS AH

HIS UBER DRIVER IS HERE YAY!!!!

TOMMY!!!!!!

HIS HROTHERUWIDHS IM NEVER GOING TO HE OKAY WHEN THEY SAY THAT

i loveddddd the way you formatted it it was super neat and idk im just a sucker for interesting formats of swifching between past and present and like idk yeah it was cool

AND NOW OFF TO READ THE ROYALTY AU!!!

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hi goose this is a few days old now but finally getting around to answering this!

aaa thank you I'm so glad you like my descriptions :D it was definitely a bit tough getting back into the glass writing groove with the style I use for the descriptions and stuff so I'm glad it turned out ok

"my pythia" made my skin crawl to write

YEAHHH TATTOO TIME. every single time I see fanart of the tattoo I freak out (/pos) so much because all the interpretations are SO cool. I love seeing what people come up with because I myself have no artistic ability, I can only describe what's in my head through words, so when people are able to actually put that into art form it just makes me so happy

yes exactly that's why I wanted it on his pulse!! I wanted it to sit right over the reminder that he's human! that he has blood pumping through his veins! everyone has that blood and that heartbeat and I wanted the tattoo to sit right above that both because of the connection to his heartbeat, but also because it's the place other people can feel your pulse. it's the connection point almost between your pulse and others, if that makes sense.

(random fun fact, I can't feel my own pulse on my wrist. doctors and nurses can't get a pulse from my wrist either. like there have been many times I've gone to the doctor and the nurse has tried to take my pulse and they frown and readjust their hand and then they try the other wrist and no matter what it doesn't work and I'm just sitting there. the only place you can get a pulse off of me besides straight up feeling my heartbeat is on my carotid artery on my throat)

aa thank you I had a lot of fun describing wilbur's thought processes in this chapter, especially with the alternating format

you were RIGHT about the vine tattoo you got it and it was so funny I had to just not say shit but i was like yup, several people have already figured it out :)

HIS UBER DRIVER IS HEREEEEE

aaa I'm so glad you enjoyed!! I had so much fun with the format of this chapter. I plotted it out a bit before my trip, and I specifically wanted to finish ch 25 before my trip because I knew ch 26 was going to be the one I'd most want to write after I got back. I needed a REALLY good exciting chapter to come back to and the alternating format was going to be the way I sucked myself back into the story after being out of that headspace for 3 weeks straight, and it worked. it was just so cinematic in my head y'know? I can perfectly picture the flipping between past and present with like different color grading and lighting and music and all that