#it rained at like 2am yesterday

[driaswrld]

i think about higuruma proposing on a rainy day alot.

in all honesty, he really didn't think it would rain after he planned such a nice dinner, made the two of you dress up, spent a shit ton on fancy dishes that hardly interested him, traded his messy suit for a neat one, meticulously scented his pulse points with your favorite perfume and ordered champagne (he hates champagne, but it's the way your eyes follow the bubbles that persuaded him)

and next thing you know, after nearly two hours worth of conversation, a sudden downpour in the city, one hurried cab drive home, your heels in your hands and his arms holding his suitjacket over your head to shield you from the rain. . .

he's on one knee, drenched from head to toe on the front porch, proposing to you after you two had to literally run home in the rain, his suit jacket still draped over your shoulders, his dark hair damp and dress shirt sticking to his skin, your face cold from rainwater.

higuruma apologizes, because he always wants to give you the world, and damp clothes and a proposal on a gloomy day is hardly what you deserve in his eyes — now that he thinks about it, he wonders why you're even hearing him out, why you stayed in the first place, because this hardly does you justice.

but when he's just kneeling there, velvet box open, with that crooked smile and brows scrunched, waiting with bated breath for your answer, dark eyes peering up at you, you think nothing could be more hiromi, than a proposal like this.

and then you say yes, and the abrupt force of his kiss has you two stumbling backwards off the porch and back into the rain.

you two end up catching a cold the next day.

[altruistic-meme]

why do i ever assume my family communicates i KNOW they don't why do i ALWAYS fall for this

[ididsomethingbadly]

My favorite thing is when my parents ask me if I've heard something about Taylor as if I don't follow every little thing she does 24 hours a day 7 days a week on tumblr dot com. But then I get too excited to share my knowledge and tell them way more than they probably wanted to know.

[unsolvedjarin]

Hi! If this inspires you, could you write a platonic fic where reader (who is around Charles’ age and is also teammates with him at Ferrari) is on the podium alongside him and Seb (this being set when Seb is at AM), but like that video or Lewis (that I can’t remember when it’s from) she already seemed exhausted while receiving her trophy, and when they exit the podium, she collapses onto Seb? Just hurt/comfort vibes from both drivers, really. Maybe Seb is close to her like a mentor, he’s worried about her? I think that’s it. Even if you don’t find it inspiring, thank you for sharing your fics. They’re really good. 😊💚

note: thank you for the kind words anon! i saw the word “exhausted” in the request and i kinda ran with it so this might have strayed from the original idea a little bit, but i hope it’s to your liking!

gif by overtake

THERE FOR YOU

pairing: (sebastian vettel x ferrari driver! reader, can be read as platonic or romantic) (charles leclerc x platonic! reader)

summary: you overwork yourself, and pay the consequences for it by passing out on the podium. lucky for you, a certain german driver has the means to catch you and take care of you.

word count: 2.1k

content warning: hurt/comfort, mostly fluff, not grammar checked writing because its 2am

You were going to throw up or faint any time now, you were sure of it.

“Are you sure you’re good?” A voice asked from beside you. You recognized it to be Charles, who was preparing for the race the same as you were.

“With this excessive asking I won’t be,” you retorted.

“I’m just looking out for you, amour. You haven’t been looking great.”

He was right, you looked awful. Everyone knew Spa was a tough track, but you looked like you had just gotten back from war— and the Sunday race hadn't even started yet.

You’d been feeling horrible all Saturday, but decided to ignore it. After all, Ferrari was counting on you that day to get a high position in quali since Charles was out in Q2.

You were starting in 4th today, Ferrari praising you for your good qualifying result. But the sleepless nights on the simulator along with the strain of being in a car going roughly 200 mph yesterday were detrimental to your health.

But of course, you were too stubborn to call in sick for Sunday— Ferrari was counting on you. And you couldn’t let them down.

“AND IT’S LIGHTS OUT IN SPA!”

The race was long and tedious, but eventually you managed to overtake Lewis and end up p3. Considering the heavy rain and how Charles spun out, you were surprised you even made it to the top 5.

You can’t remember how the race ended as you exited your car, weaker than you’ve ever felt before. The roar of the Tifosi was loud, cheering on your podium win. Whenever you won or got a podium they made you feel proud, a large grin on your face and goosebumps all over.

But not today.

Today, it was too loud. Too overwhelming. You could feel your head ache and pound at the noise. You felt a hand on your shoulder, Max coming to congratulate you. You think he had won the race but you couldn’t be sure, everything was too hazy.

“Congrats Y/N! Your first podium this season!”

You give Max a weak smile and a firm handshake, the pressure almost making your vision fade. God you needed to get out of there.

You looked around, there had to be an exit. Some place where you could rest your head for a second and regain your senses.

Thankfully, a guiding hand led you to the cooldown room, and you recognized it as Sebastian’s. He had gotten 2nd, that you knew, you were battling for his position earlier.

Once you got inside the cooldown room, there was no other word that could describe it but moist. The rain outside had moistened up the inside, barely enough to be noticeable, but to you, sweaty from the race and sick, it was enough to have you stumbling onto your chair.

Sebastian could sense something was wrong, he wasn’t stupid. To someone else you would’ve just seemed like someone who was simply exhausted from a race, but he wasn’t someone else. He knew you.

Before he could ask you about it, however, a man led all three of you out the cooldown room to go to the podium itself. You were moving with half-lidded eyes, and a really really sweaty body.

“And in third, the Ferrari favorite, Y/N L/N!”

You raise your arms as high as you can and put up two thumbs up, exerting all your effort to put up a show for the fans. They deserve it, you think.

Unbeknownst to you however, Charles was watching from the side with a worried look. He was the only one who knew about your sickness the past few days, and his concerned eyeing was not ignored by an observant Vettel.

The champagne spraying was everything but fun, the overstimulation getting to you. It was too much, everything was too much.

The sickness, the sweat, the champagne dripping down your face— you just needed to rest for a second, just…lay down maybe…

“Scheiße!” Sebastian shouted out, his voice not heard over the hollering of the fans. With all the chaos of the spraying of champagne and the bellows of the orange army, no one had noticed how you had fallen into Sebastian’s arms, passed out. He had dropped his champagne in the process, and the breaking of the glass was what had gotten Max to notice what happened. He discreetly ushered Charles, who was still watching from the sidelines, to help Sebastian pull your dull body away from the limelight.

People were starting to notice now, and there were worried glances among the fans and the teams, but were eventually calmed down by false reassurances of ‘everything is fine.’

It was not.

You were burning up, a fever so high it would put the sun to shame. Not only that, but Sebastian had noted how you seemed more physically worn than before. Not an unhealthy amount, god knows being an F1 driver wouldn’t allow that, but enough for it to be noticeable.

You were awake at this point already, but still weak. Lying down on a bed in the First Aid tent, your eyes threatened to close on you again, before Ferrari’s resident emergency doctor walked in.

“Well the good news is we don’t have to bring you to a hospital, you just have to get some food in your body and rest.”

That reassured Sebastian a little, but not enough. He needed to see you healthy and well, or he would be a nervous wreck all week. Thanking the doctor, he was left alone in the room with you again.

As much as he wanted to be there for you, Charles was held up by media duties, which meant that it was only you and Sebastian for a good while.

The German had always been kind to you. Not only was he your friend, but he’d also taught you everything he knew, and half your skills were something you had learnt from him. He was your support system, the one who always helped you when you were down, and the one who always had your back as you had his.

That’s why Sebastian didn’t understand why you hadn’t told him about your current ailment.

“When was the last time you slept?” Sebastian asked, the first words he’s spoken to you all day.

Shrugging faintly, you answer, “I don’t know.”

“Have you eaten anything today?”

“No.”

“Have you drank anything today?”

“Some Red Bull,” you mumbled, while attempting to slowly sit up on your bed.

Sebastian sighed. You weren’t taking care of yourself and it was killing him. “Why didn’t you sit this one out if you knew you were sick since yesterday?”

A beat of silence passes, and Sebastian could sense you contemplating if you should tell him the truth or not. He hoped you would do the former.

“…Because Ferrari is counting on me,” you finally answered meekly.

Of course. That was why. Your feeling of obligation to constantly deliver for your team was a feeling each driver shared with their own, but you always went above and beyond. ‘Couldn’t you see how you were much more important than some stupid points?’ Sebastian thinks.

Frowning, he sits down on a chair beside your bed, taking your warm hand and holding it with his own. “Schatzi, you’re hurting yourself. I know you want to deliver for yourself and your team, but this is not the way. If you keep going like this you’ll be sleeping at the wheel and end up worse than you are now. Please, I beg you, take a break.”

You wince internally at his words. He was right. You’d end up in a worse condition if you keep this up and disappoint your team even more.

“I just want to prove myself to Ferrari. Tell them I’m worth it to keep, you know? My contract is expiring soon, and I honestly don't know if any team would pick me up. I feel so— so lost and so hopeless— if I lose my seat I don’t know what to do. I mean I’ve built my entire life up to this, and now I just feel like a burnt out shitty driver.”

You had tears welling in your eyes, and Sebastian was quick to grab some tissue from the bedside table and wipe them away. He hated how you thought so low of yourself, he wished you could see yourself from his view, one of the best drivers and people he’s ever met.

“Your seat doesn’t measure your worth, Amore. Trust me, I know. After Ferrari I didn’t know what to do or where to go, my ‘golden boy’ status had faded and not a lot of teams wanted me anymore. But look at me, I’m here. I’m okay. And you will be too, just not like this.”

His words broke your composure, finally letting out all the stress and pain you’ve endured for days— weeks, even— in the form of full on sobbing. You were grateful for the privacy the room provided, as Sebastian hugged you tightly, not caring if he got your fever too. He whispered sweet words to you, stroking your hair and calming you down.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you darling. Just let it all out,” you hear him murmur into your hair. You’re sure he said more things, but you couldn’t really hear them over the sound of your own sobs.

Eventually the dam dried up, and you attempted to compose yourself and wipe away all the evidence of your tears. Sebastian still held your hand, rubbing it reassuringly, reminding you of his presence. He was always constant in your life. You were thankful for that.

You both sat in the comfortable silence, allowing it to calm you after everything that just happened.

“I’m retiring next year,” Sebastian says out of the blue.

Okay, now you’re no longer calm again.

“I just thought you should be the first to know,” he adds.

“Wh- what? Why? You’re leaving? But no— you’re a pinnacle of the sport! You’re Sebastian Vettel! You can’t leave! You can’t just retire and leave me and- and-” you were starting to see black spots again, your emotions making you forget you were still physically weak.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for him to say that out of nowhere, Seb thinks. But it was now or never, and he wanted you to know before everybody else did. He wasn’t going to tell anyone in advance, but you were special to him. He couldn’t explain it, but you made him realize things in life. The way you enjoyed the little things, the way you laughed at stupid dad jokes, it made Sebastian miss the freedom of just…existing without having to worry about race after race after race.

Silencing you by enveloping your frantic hand with both of his larger ones and shushing you, he replied, “Calm down Liebling, I’m not leaving you. You still have me outside the track, you can visit me anytime and I would gladly let you in. I wouldn’t dare leave your life just like that, I’d never do that to you.”

You smiled softly at his words. He’d never do that to you. That’s why you loved him, whatever type of love it was. He was always there; a constant figure, and that wasn’t about to change. Sure you’d see each other less, but the love would still be there, and that’s all that would matter.

“I would get up and hug you, but I think we’ve both noticed that my body has decided to stop working on me,” you joke. Sebastian rolls his eyes in response, “And who’s fault is that?”

Oops. He got you there. “Mine,” you reply bashfully.

Thankfully he takes pity on you, and adjusts himself instead. “Scooch.” You move aside, giving him space to sit up beside you in your First Aid bed.

Putting his arm around you, he rubs your shoulder gently as you rest your head on his chest. This was nice.

“Don’t you have media duties? Aston Martin will kill you if you miss those,” you ask softly.

Sebastian simply shrugs, “You are more important to me than some reporters milking me for content like I’m a cow.”

His wording made you giggle, and the sound of you happy again makes Sebastian smile. He was going to get a scolding later for missing his duties, and he was definitely going to catch your cold from keeping you this close too, but it was all worth it when he heard that sound of laughter leave your throat.

The next season may be rough, it may not be as kind as this one was. It will be different, it will be lonelier, and it will feel lacking without Sebastian. But right now, as you sit on a bed in comfortable silence in a First Aid tent in Spa, being cared for by a man you care for, you get the sneakiest feeling that yeah— everything will be okay.

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

conflict [noun] /ˈkɒnflɪkt/

1 : a serious disagreement or argument, typically a protracted one.

2 : a state of mind in which a person experiences a clash of opposing feelings or needs.

3 : a serious incompatibility between two or more opinions, principles, or interests.

fourteen — conflict. wc: 1.0k

to be perfectly honest, you are a mess.

these past few days have been nothing but misery, not only have you lost your best friend, whilst actively being reminded of the worst few years of your life, but you have been punished for a wrong-doing which wasn’t entirely, morally, your wrong-doing.

taeyong knew what he was doing, he was trying to ignore his own faults by making you seem like you’d done worse. and only you know the truth behind his actions.

he had lied.

honestly, you didn’t mean what you said about jaehyun, and you hated yourself for saying it, knowing that deep down, at the time, you wanted nothing more than for him to get a place at the college.

but some things have to be twisted in order to make them straight again.

and you were never going to let your previous feelings for him shine through, never before and never again.

that part of you was gone.

on the verge of falling asleep, you’re abruptly awoken by the buzz of your phone. you scramble around to find it until you lay your eyes on the name of the person who sent you the message, your heart sinks in your chest.

your mind is whirring around in your head, making you dizzy with confusion. he’s here? he’s at your dorm? at 2am? you start to believe you’re going crazy, that this text isn’t real and you’re imagining the screen infront of you. but it’s when you hear the familiar triple-knock on your door that you feel your feet firmly planted in reality.

he’s here.

you make your way to the door, hesitant to open it, you look through the peephole.

there he is, hair and shirt soaked through from the rain, a look of distaste on his features. he’s here, and he’s not happy.

taking a breath to calm yourself, you open the door.

his eyes look to yours, jaw clenching and eyes softening, a contrast that you recognise from the time you accidentally spilled jaehyun’s coffee all over yourself, in which he apologetically cleared up for you with a gentleness you wish you could see in him again. but you’ll never be able to see him like that, not after everything you’d heard, everything you’d experienced.

you’re thrown from your nostalgia when jaehyun speaks, his voice tired and quiet, but you still hear him over the ringing of your ears.

“yn..” it’s just your name, but you understand the word to be so much more. he’s angry, livid even, but he’s stopping himself from displaying it as much as he wants to, and you don’t know why. “you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

“why are you here?” you whisper, sternly.

“will you ever stop hating me?”

the question throws you off guard, and you take a step back as an almost reflex to his words.

“what?”

“it’s been 2 years, and yet you still hate me like it was yesterday. will you ever stop.” he snaps, his voice raising.

“no.” you reply, honestly.

you’ll never stop hating him, how could you ever do any opposite after learning he never even liked you at all, whilst you liked him.

whilst you loved him.

he’s looking at you, trying to read you, blinking the wet strands of his hair out of his eyes. he must have come here immediately after reading taeyongs tweet, he lives on the other side of the campus. his eagerness has you thinking.

“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you continue, “ruining my life again, and again. i might still continue to hate you, jaehyun, but you’re the one giving me all these easy reasons to.”

his eyebrows furrow, either in anger or confusion, you can’t tell.

you carry on, “and to hear from, giselle, my bestfriend… how are you still humiliating me after all these years?!”

“giselle? it was her?” his head cocks to the side in question, but you don’t care that he’s asking who it was.

“god…. you don’t even know her name…” you’re disappointed, hurt for the part of you that still had hope that jaehyun wasn’t just trying to mess with you.

“just forget it, i don’t know why you came here, and frankly, i don’t care.”

there’s a pause, a beat where you both catch your breath, waiting for the next person to come up with some kind of witty remark, an argument which will anger the other in more ways than imaginable.

but jaehyuns next words are nothing of the kind.

“im here because i can’t carry on like this.”

“what?”

“you, me, hating eachother. i can’t do it.”

“can’t do it? fuck you jaehyun.”

“im serious.”

now you’re the silent one. you’re trying to decipher what he means but nothing comes to your mind.

he continues. “yn-“ but you cut him off.

“no, you don’t get to do this. i’ve cried for months because of you. i don’t have much, jaehyun, but please let me have fact that i can hate you as much as i want and it means nothing, it’s the one choice i can make, you can’t take that from me. you’ve always hated me, and now i hate you too. deal with it jae.”

his eyes falter at your use of his nickname and you regret it the moment it leaves your lips.

you don’t understand what he’s trying to do, but you know he’s trying to mess with you, it’s all he’s done since the day you met him, and it’s all that he will ever do.

“fine.” he says. “i’ll keep hating you, if that’s what you want.”

you nod, and his anger subsides for a moment when he notices your acceptance.

he turns to leave your dorm entrance, and you watch as he begins to shuffle his feet to turn his back to you.

but he pauses before he moves away.

turning his head over his shoulder, he mumbles one final sentence before continuing his way out.

“and yn, for the record.. i had no idea she was your friend.”

you slam the door in his face.

mlist — next

notes; hmmmm i wonder what’s going on in jaehyuns head 🤔🤔🤔 i promise things will start making sense soon!! yn is not having a great time rn but it can only get better from here🤭🤭

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[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure - Part 5

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION/ IMAGINE STORY- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART! -  WARNING - SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES, PRISON, PHYSICAL ABUSE ETC

Word Count - Just under 4k

TAG LIST - @babybatlover @p0is0nl0ve @babiidee28 @darlingnikkisixx @commandershepardofthedas

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 5

For once, it seemed as though fate was on my side, as not long after Damian had demanded an explanation the heavens opened above. Torrential rain poured from the sky and pretty soon the garden had become a makeshift swimming pool. 

By now the clocks had chimed well past 2am and we were nearing  the witching hour. Damian and I quickly scurried through the patio doors; our clothing soaked from a brief encounter with mother nature. Damian locked the backdoors shut and turned to face me as he began to undress himself. 

“Quickly” he demanded as his eyes scanned over my body, “Strip.” 

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by this statement. I mean, I wasn’t about to turn down this handsome devil , if he wanted to fuck me on the breakfast bar then I was all in! Round two Papi?!  Let’s go! 

“Don’t get too excited” He stated plainly,  “I don’t want you catching a cold! WrestleMania is just around the corner, now come on Mi Vida, get those wet clothes off” He stepped forward, now undressed into just his sweatpants. He put his arms to my sides and began helping peel off the wet pyjama vest top I was wearing. Damian stared down, hesitant for a moment and stuck in a trance as my bare chest was exposed, my tits sat perked and patient in the cold waiting for his warm hands. I glanced up, trying to catch his eyeline as I raised one hand to the back of his neck, brushing my fingers across his cheek. 

Damian smirked at me and leant down to whisper in my ear, “Nice try” He laughed gently under his breath before placing one hand on my shoulder, turning me round on the spot and slapping my ass, pushing me forward towards the hallway. 

“Go get some dry clothes on and come back down, I’m not done with you Y/N. We NEED to talk about this, you can’t run away from it forever.” He was stern, not like my usual loveable giant who didn’t need asking twice for an opportunity to shag. 

I held back the desperation to roll my eyes in frustration with him and instead smiled, before taking full advantage of the opportunity at hand. 

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I sneaked my way back into our bedroom to see Finn, Rhea & Dom all fast asleep together. Rhea & Dom were cuddled up in a messy pile of loose fitted pajamas and sprawled out limbs, whilst Finn had rolled away to face the opposite direction with his right arm outstretched. Bending down I grabbed his t-shirt from yesterday off the floor and disposed of my wet pajama shorts in the corner before sneaking under the covers to wrap myself in his arms. 

Finn took a sleepy deep breath, his eyes remained shut as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled before settling himself back into the pillow, clutching tightly to my waist as he rolled me over so he could take on being the big spoon. 

“Love ya lass” he whispered in a hush tone before falling asleep, gripping me into a tight cuddle. 

“Love you, Finn.” I hummed softly and closed my eyes. I knew it was unfair to leave Damian downstairs, but he’d soon figure out I wasn’t coming back down and head upstairs to bed himself… wouldn’t he? 

It didn’t take me long to doze off, Finns warm embrace was ever a calming one. I just hoped come morning, Damian would let this whole thing blow over. Either that or I could escape to the gym before he could interrogate me again. 

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The Following Morning - 6:45am 

I fluttered my eyelids open to a rustling coming from behind me, Finns arms still wrapped tightly around my waist, he too had managed to open one eye in an equally confused daze. We both lifted our heads slightly and peeked over his shoulder to spot a large bundle shuffling around under the covers, muffled giggles escaped, and light moans were hard to miss. 

Finn scoffed in amusement before turning his head round and using his hand, he spun my neck to face back to its original direction as well, both of us resting our sleepy forms back into the pillows. He leant into my neck and nibbled the edge of my ear whispering in a hushed tone. 

“Once you win that title, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than surprise you with an early morning breakfast in bed…. You know how I love to eat out first thing” His beard tickled my cheeks as he laid kisses down my neck. But it was hard not to get distracted by the raucous love birds behind us and their morning antics. So throwing the covers off and behind us I signaled for Finn to follow me out the room.

“Come on baby, let’s leave them to it, we can go rustle up some breakfast for us all before I hit the gym. You wanna train together again?” I asked Finn as we headed out into the landing. 

He smirked holding my hand as he followed me out, slapping me on the backside as we went. 

“Ill never turn down a good ol’sweat session with you doll” he grinned as I let go of his hand and raced down the stairs, Finn hot on my tail and pinching my hips as we laughed. 

It was only then, as I turned the corner into the kitchen, like reality had delivered a painful slap across the face; I froze on the spot. Finn, who ran straight into the back of me looked on, confused at the sight of Damian sat on the edge of the breakfast bar, staring at the pair of us. 

“Good nights sleep?” He questioned, a little sarcastically as his voice aimed directly at me, ready to take that kill shot. 

“Shit, D-Damian? But I thought? You weren’t… in bed with Dom & Rhea?” I asked him, both confused and guilt ridden that he must have stayed downstairs all night by himself. 

“Dam? Love, why didn’t you come to bed? Is something wrong?” Finn sounded concerned as he let go of my hips and stepped out from behind me taking a couple steps towards Damian, tilting his head to one side, questioning the man. 

Damian didn’t break eye contact with me as I stood frozen on the spot, my breathing had shallowed out to the point of being nonexistent. He raised his eyebrows at me expecting a response… but all I could do was stare forward, lightly shaking my head ‘no’ in the hopes he would listen to my silent pleas. 

‘Hey Finn…” Damian cleared his voice whilst keeping his eyes fixated on mine. 

“Y/N sucked my dick last night.” 

Bro…Seriously.

I had no words. 

My face just held that look of complete bewilderment and incomprehension at his childish behavior. The devil on my shoulder cursing the dickhead who didn’t seem to mind breaking those rules himself at the time.  

Finn’s head snapped around almost instantly as the sounds of rushed footsteps came down the stairs and up behind me, Dominick & Rhea had now also appeared. Their hair matched in a post sex matted mess, with Dom’s pajama bottoms missing, stood in only his boxers and Rhea adorning Damian’s oversized ‘ALL RISE’ training t-shirt.

“Guys? What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhea questioned, sensing the tension in the room, “Bunny?”.

“You did what…?” Finn was furious as he glared at me, but it was that silent anger, the one that felt more like disappointment than just being upset. 

I still didn’t move, I couldn’t break the stare I had on Damian, I couldn’t believe he had thrown me under the bus. 

Last time I let him finish in my mouth… 

Ok that’s a lie. 

But I made my point clear to my inner sex demon that was currently envisioning a complete anger fueled, pre-breakfast orgy between us all on the kitchen worktops. Cursing each other’s names in breathy moans, fucking out our frustrations as the pancakes & waffles would be left burning with orgasms taking precedent.

“You. Sucked. His. Cock. Last. Night. Y/n?” Finn questioned me again, his eyes burning a hole into my soul as he paused on every word, but still, I didn’t answer. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” Dom was quick to jump on the hype train before Rhea elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up, but it only lasted for a second before he was back at it. 

“Yourrrr in troubleeee” he sung, teasing me as I turned to look at him. 

“Dominick, I swear, I will put you across my knee right her” Rhea warned him as the little shit finally shut his mouth up. 

“Jealous it wasn’t yours?” I spat out sarcastically at Dominick who was half hiding behind Rhea for personal protection. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before turning back only to notice that Damian had stood up. He walked towards me slowly before leaning down into my face;

“I told you Mi Vida, no secrets” he winked seductively at me before addressing Dom & Rhea, who had made their way over to stand by the sofas.  

“Morning you two, have fun this morning?” Damian smirked pointing down to Dom’s crotch and the black lipstick marks that had been left behind by Rhea. Dom’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he grabbed a pillow of the couch and held it over, to cover his remaining dignity. 

“Y/N!” Finn shouted, making us all jump as he shoved past Damian and closed the space between myself and him. His face was inches from mine now, his finger pointed up close making me feel like a little kid again.  

“One rule, one fucking rule. No distractions! It’s not a complicated rule, it’s not difficult to follow, it’s…” Finn tried to justify before I screamed back in his face, interrupting him. 

“BUT IT IS!” I shouted, I instantly regretted cutting him off, but fuck it I had done it now. 

In for a penny in for a pound and all that. 

“It’s pretty fucking hard to follow when you are all getting off with each other, shagging in the same bed as me when I wake up or leaving me out when you all take joint showers. Christ, it’s not like you even try to hide it!” My heart was racing as I argued my case, though it fell on deaf ears as Finns eyes seemed to just look through me. As if I wasn’t really there. 

My eyes filled with tears as I turned to make a break for it up the stairs. 

“STOP.” Damian’s voice bellowed into the room, Dom jumped so badly he dropped the pillow, and Rhea turned her head to look at him and rolled her eyes. 

“Such a bottom Dom, jeez.” She spoke, Dominick looking equally embarrassed and content with the statement. For once, it wasn’t him that was in trouble. 

I turned back around, rubbing my eyes clear and trying to hold myself together, trying to stay strong so they didn’t see me as some weak girl who felt like she was falling apart. 

Damian pulled my phone from his pocket and snapped his fingers at Rhea & Dom to take a seat on the sofa, then signaling to Finn to take a seat as well. 

Finn didn’t seem best pleased by this, but Damian reassured him they would deal with the whole rule breaking scenario later. This was more important. Damian then dragged the chair from the dining table that he had been leaning against over and took a seat, placing my phone on the coffee table in front of us all. 

“Y/n, despite you sneaking off last night, I haven’t forgotten. I spent all night by myself down here thinking about it. Y/n, I’m sorry Mi Amor, but this needs addressing. Because  this relationship” Damian pointed to each of us.

“It is built on trust, there are no secrets. There should be no secrets. I couldn’t keep what happened last night from Finn, because that would be wrong. I was wrong for allowing it to happen, and I understand why you are upset. Now we can discuss the ‘no distractions’ rule later, so that you don’t feel so frustrated or singled out by it. Right guys?” Damian looked to each of the group, all nodding in unison, Finn a little reluctant at first but you could see he was starting to feel bad for me as well. 

“But… Y/n. You are hiding something, last night you said…” Damian continued but I interrupted before he could finish. 

“I said I’m not the person you think I am” My voice was shaking, full of fear and anxiety. This was it. They were going to find out the truth. 

“Bunny? What do you mean?” Rhea’s face was terrified, she had that look of wanting to run up and embrace me in a full-on chokehold hug. How I would have loved nothing more than for Rhea and the others to hold me tight and wish the rest of the world away. 

My eyes couldn’t hold back the emotional barriers anymore as the tears flooded down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat as my heart felt like it was breaking. 

“Please… Please… Please I’m begging you. Please, if you love me, if you truly… love me. You will let, this, go.” I sniffled and sobbed as Finn went to stand but Damian rested a hand on his thigh, motioning for him to sit back down. 

“I don’t wanna lose you…” I cried as my hands began to tremble and my legs turned to jelly. 

“Mi Vida, it’s time.” Damian offered a gentle lifeline as he held out a hand to me so I could sit on his knee, but I declined. Pulling myself together I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breathe. 

“Okay…” I whispered as my lips quivered and I fought of the tears that wanted to carry on. 

“Before… Before I… I wasn’t…. Before I…��� stuttering every syllable, I knew getting the words out was going to be harder than I had expected. Though I never thought I’d be in this situation to begin with, let alone practice or plan for. I thought I could hide this forever; I thought I would take this to the grave. 

Damian, Rhea, Finn and Dom all sat focused solely on me as I stood in front of them, my entire body was trembling. The room felt as though it was expanding at a thousand paces a second whilst simultaneously closing in all at once. Drowning in the single spotlight of attention, I knew there was no escaping it now. Those skeletons in my closet, they were coming back from the dead. Arising from the deepest depths for which I had buried them, the haunting of my soul was coming back, its vengeance had begun. 

Every action has its consequences. 

I took one final deep breath and locked eyes with Damian before looking to the floor, fixating on a single carpet thread. If I was going to tell my secrets, I wasn’t going to look them directly in the eye. I couldn’t bare to see the love start to fade away from them. 

“When I told you, I’m not the person you think I am, well that’s only half true. The y/n you know now, that’s me. That is the y/n I want to be. I want to be this y/n, I want to live in this life, I want to live with all of you in this little world we have…” My voice choked on the last word as I prepared myself for what was coming. Rhea had her hands to her face, her tears matched mine as it broke her heart to see her girl so visibly upset. 

“But the y/n that I was, the y/n that haunts my dreams, the y/n that left scars across my skin from a war I had no business being a part of. The y/n that destroyed an entire world in a single second through arrogance… she made a deal with the Wyatts to save herself from the darkness. And now…” I looked up to the heavens as I broke down in a cascading river of tears. 

“Even though he has gone, my time is up. My payment is due, and I am so, so sorry. But I cannot protect you from them. Not if I stay. Howdy has my secrets, he knows everything. I foolishly thought that when… that when…” I paused and signaled a cross to the heavens. 

“When the last firefly went out, I would escape, and my deal would turn to dust. He was never a fiend; he was my friend. He was a good person, but like me, he was stuck living the wrong life. People judged before they truly knew who he could be. That kind of judgment can create a monster, the devil himself was born from injustice. He helped those who were lost, offered them sanctuary in his world. But Howdy, Howdy took that world and destroyed it, trapped all of us inside that godforsaken fun house and burnt it to the ground. He manipulates the vulnerable and feeds upon the weak, his family will stop at nothing to destroy… everything.”

I looked up from the floor to see them all staring back at me, was it shock? Was it confusion? Was it fear? We would soon know, because here it is. 

“Before I came up to the main roster, before I signed with WWE, I was a rookie. Like everyone else I was barely surviving on the indie scene. I was doing stupid things, taking stupid risks and, Ha! Well my safety wasn’t exactly paramount. I drank… a lot, all the time. I swallowed anything anyone offered, took anything just to get high and feel something. Death matches, TLC'S, Street fights, it didn't matter because the pain fed my empty soul. I didn’t wrestle under Y/W/N at the time… I was in a duo.” I paused for a second, taking another breath. 

“With Liv… I wrestled under ‘Missy’, get it? Miss-y? Sounds like Miss. E, add LIV and… L.I.V.E = EVIL, ‘Live to be Evil’” 

I swallowed, knowing the words I was going to speak could never be taken back. 

“She was like me, lost little kids living in a world that was far to big and full of way to many temptations… We had a match, a death match. Neither of us were in a state to compete but, well we didn’t care. It was against these two girls who, well we knew them, we had history. One of them had accidentally fucked up a spot a long time before and I had broken my ankle. To say I went into that match with a taste for revenge was an understatement.” 

The entire room was silent, you could barley hear Dom, Damien, Finn or Rhea take a breath. 

“We didn’t just take the win that night, it was never going to get to the showcase. In my mind, all i could see was spite and an opportunity for revenge. During the pre match training session… we ended that girl’s career. I won’t say how, I don’t wanna relive that moment any more than I have to in my nightmares. But I spent a lot longer than 5 minutes behind bars… Dom.” I was still crying; I was trying not to look at them all and their disappointment.  

“I was spiteful, I was full of hatred and dependent on a high I could never fulfil. I was using other peoples pain and suffering in place of the lack of my own. The fiend offered us a deal, a way out, a way to survive. A firefly’s devotion runs far deeper than the loyalty in blood alone. He buried the past so no one would ever know. That match wasn’t public, the records were sealed, the girl was paid off and kept silent forever. Liv and I agreed to the deal, to repay our debts through sacrifice. Before… before he left this world, Liv was granted her freedom from the fiend, but I was still a lost soul.” 

I looked up to each of them, tears filled their eyes. 

“That was, until I met you. All of you. You all taught me to be the person I am now. This y/n, this is me, this is the me I want to be. But Howdy, he lives for revenge. He revoked Live freedom and, and now he has named my sacrifice… my championship” 

“NO! Fuck that! No” Finn stood to his feet; his anger was fueling his inner fire. 

“I don’t have a choice, Finn! If I don’t hold up to my deal, this… us…it’s all over! Everything will come out and they will take me down. You will all drown with me, and I can’t do that to you! I love you all too much” my voice was shaking. 

They all rushed to me, embracing me in a tight hug. 

“Bunny…” Rhea grabbed my face pulling me in close as the others released me from the hug. “They won’t get anywhere near you, not while you have us” 

"Mi Amor, your past... your past and your secrets. Your struggles, your problems, your pain and your strifes. They do not have to be yours alone, we are a family." Damians voice offered a reassuring tone, filled with love.

"Do or Die, Lass. We aren't going anywhere. And we will never stop loving you" Finn took my hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

“Hey guys?” Dom questioned as they all turned, looking over to the young semi naked lad. “I think, I think I have an idea.” 

- WRESTLEMAINA -

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight lit up the ring. The entire audience had fallen silent in apprehension. 

An illuminated doorway flew open from the top of the walkway and out from the smoke filled darkness, emerged the silhouette’s of the Wyatts. Uncle Howdy pacing forward at the front, swinging the famous lantern and cackling to himself as his family lurked close behind. Their sheer presence dominating the world in its own glory.  

Howdy stopped abruptly as Abby the witch slunk out from behind him when they reached the edge of the ring. She eerily crept her way through the ropes, launching the ‘Money in the Bank’ briefcase to the referee who looked balls out terrified to be there. At this point, he had given up on the idea of ever witnessing a 'clean' match.

Facedown in the Centre of the ring lay a crumpled mess of myself, barely able to make out more than a foot in front of your face... you would never of known. They didn't know.

Dakota Kai seemed to have vanished and it was now just us. Y/W/N vs The Witch.

Samantha Irvin anxiously announced to the stadium that, much to the disappearance of Dakota, this was now a triple threat match for the Women’s world Championship. 

Looking around the walkways, the crowd, even the exit doors... there was no sign of anyone.

I was all alone in this. 

The bell rang and crawling her way forward Abby grabbed a fist full of hair dragging up the face of…. well, It wasn’t me.

It was a mannequin, dressed in matching ring attire.

She spun herself around to look at Howdy whose face displayed a monstrous scowl. 

Suddenly, echoing through the stadium three loud bangs on a door could be heard. Seconds later they repeated once again. 

The Wyatts all turned to face their entrance way, the grand wooden door having closed behind them. Someone was here, someone was knocking, someone had come calling. 

With a microphone in hand, my voice boomed throughout the stadium. 

“HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I Shouted at the top of my lungs. 

“Let. Me. In”

To. Be. Continued. 

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Everything, Always

Summary: Rafe had never seemed to care about anyone other than himself. It was each for their own and it always had been. So why wasn’t it the same with you?

Warnings: Sexual references throughout, alcohol, fighting / violence

Word Count: 2.5K

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy <3 Have a lovely day !! Alsooo I’m all out of requests right now so if you think of anything please send it in xoxo

“Where is it you need to be this time?” Rafe asks you, tucking an arm under his head between his hair and the pillow as he watches you, the bed sheets hanging low over his waist.

“Family dinner,” You comment, “My grandparents have flown in for the weekend, meaning we have to pretend to all like each other for a hundred hours and then go back to normal.”

“Can’t you get out of it?” He frowns a little, his eyes trailing over your every move.

You let out a laugh as you tug your top over your chest, fixing it over your torso, “No, I already skipped out on the ladies’ brunch yesterday, and the girls’ beach day on Wednesday - they’ll start getting suspicious if I keep telling them I’m ill constantly.”

Rafe pushes himself to sit up against the headboard of his bed, eyes still following you around the room as you tug your shoes on, “Who cares if they get suspicious?”

You roll your eyes, “Because I’d rather not have the conversation of ‘yeah I’m fooling around with Rafe Cameron but it’s nothing important’.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, a smug smirk dancing over his lips, “Fooling around.”

“Goodbye Rafe,” You assert, grabbing your bag and closing his bedroom door behind you - thankful that the size of this house meant you could generally escape unseen.

The two of you had been hooking up for a few months now, starting from one drunken night after a party and carrying on when he’d told you not to leave the following morning. Then he would text you at 2am when both of you had nothing to do. And you’d text him on weekends when your parents were away on business. And then you just started knowing that you wanted to see each other - he’d no longer text asking you to come over, he’d just text to tell you he was on his way. It was nothing more than that, though. Just all of the benefits with none of the strings attached - exactly what you wanted. In your so-called ‘perfect’ Kook lifestyle, it was nice to have a little part of it that nobody needed to know about.

~~~

Open your door it’s fucking raining

You’re half asleep looking at the message, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. Before you can force your fingers to respond, the little ellipsis bubble appears to tell you he was typing again.

Seriously, I’ll break the window

You know the threat is empty, but there was always a part of you that never knew with Rafe. You push yourself out of bed and walk cautiously down the stairs, avoiding the steps that would creak too loudly. His silhouette is visible through the glass of the door, close enough so that he can be sheltered under the cover of the porch. When you unlock the door, he’s practically pushing to get through.

“Fucking hell, answer your texts woman,” He says, shaking a hand through his hair to relieve it of some of the water.

“Shhh,” You hiss, “What are you doing here? I told you my family were staying this weekend.”

“What? You don’t think you can be quiet?” The smirk on his face is enough to make your blood boil.

You hit his chest but he doesn’t move so much as an inch at your contact, “Either get upstairs or get out.”

Rafe mock salutes you, with a growing grin on his face, “Yes ma’am.”

The two of you weren’t a couple, so you didn’t cuddle afterwards or anything. That would be far too romantic. Instead, you would lay on one side of the bed and him on the other, both with one arm tucked underneath your pillow, facing the other person on the mattress.

“What did you have at brunch?” Rafe asks you, his voice deep as he speaks quietly into the space between you.

You let out a little laugh, “You don’t care, why are you asking?”

He rolls his eyes at you, “Humour me.”

“I had poached eggs and avocado on toast,” You comment, “It was disgusting, and unseasoned, but it stops my Grandmother from judging me.”

“Is it nice seeing your family?” As he asks the question, Rafe reaches out a hand and starts drawing his fingertips up your arm - it’s not the sort of touch that is going to lead to anything, it’s just gentle and soft and like he is doing it purely for the desire to feel you.

You frown a little, “What’s with the questions Rafe? Why are you being weird?”

He stops his hand on your arm, though doesn’t pull it away just yet. But it’s like your questions snap him back to himself, and eventually he pulls himself away, shaking his head a little like drawing back to reality, “I better leave, can’t be here when your grandparents wake up, can I?”

With that, he pushes himself away from the bed to stand up and you’re the one watching him this time as he picks up his discarded clothes from the floor and refits them in the exact way as when he’d arrived.

“Are you going to Topper’s party on Tuesday?” You ask him as he re-laces his shoes, one foot on the seat of your vanity chair.

“Yeah he wouldn’t let me say no,” Rafe rolls his eyes, “Are you?”

“I think the girls said something about us going,” You try to sound as nonchalant as possible, though you’re almost absolutely certain that you fail in doing so.

“So I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” You shrug, pulling the sheets up high on your chest to snuggle into them.

“Tuesday,” Rafe raises his brows like he sees right through you, walking around to your side of the bed.

In the moment, he leans down over you and presses a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just above you for a second longer.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

He leaves after that, closing your bedroom door behind him silently. In all of these months, that was the first time you’d ever kissed each other goodbye. It felt weird and unknown and oddly comforting. But you drift off to sleep soon after, a settling uncertainty on your chest.

~~~

The party is busy by the time you get there and it’s already littered with faces you don’t know - Topper had a habit of inviting every person he’d ever found himself in conversation with, until his house was practically bursting at the seams.

Your eyes scan the crowd until you find Sarah and hurry over to her, thankful for a familiar face amongst the unknown. The two of you had known each other since you were young, having grown up doing everything together - and Sarah was another one of the reasons why everything with you and Rafe had to be kept so on the down low.

“There you are! God, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She beams, wrapping you in a warm hug, “Where have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s been a busy couple of weeks is all,” You nod, “I haven’t been feeling great either.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re better now!” She smiles, “I have so much to catch you up on.”

Sarah grabs your hand and takes you through the crowd until the two of you find the table of drinks, and she pours one can out into a cup for you, handing it over.

“How are things with you and John B?” You ask her, taking a sip as you glance around the room, only looking for one pair of eyes.

“Shhhh, Topper would kill you if he heard you talking about it here,” She widens her eyes at you, “But they’re going well. And things at home are surprisingly good too.”

“Oh really, how come?”

Sarah looks around before leaning in close to speak in a hushed tone as she says, “I’m pretty sure my brother is seeing somebody.”

“He’s what?!”

“Well, I don’t know if seeing someone is the right term because he only ever seems to go out past midnight. But, whoever she is, she must be someone special because I’ve never seen the guy so happy,” Sarah laughs, “I mean, literally, you’d think it was a different person.”

“Really?” You try to mask your smile with a look of surprise, fighting back the grin tugging at your lips.

Sarah gets distracted before she can say anything else as Topper comes up behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder. She widens her eyes at you before forcing a smile and turning around to face him.

“Is it okay if we go off to talk somewhere?” Topper glances over at you with a small smile before turning back to Sarah, “Alone.”

“Sure, Top,” She takes a deep breath, following behind him as he dips out of the party.

In their absence, there’s a clearing in the group as a tall form pushes through the bodies - Rafe tumbling over bumping shoulders to get himself to the table.

You turn to the drinks and refill your cup a little more with the rest of the can. Before you can turn around, you feel the presence of him behind you, his arm leaning over to grab a cup.

“Excuse me,” He mumbles, his voice close to your ear as he dips his head down.

You lift your head up and it bumps just slightly against the hardness of his chest, “I’ll get out of your way.”

“Oh no,” Rafe moves his other hand to your waist and grips the skin, “Don’t move on my accord. But you could be a doll and get that whiskey for me.”

You lean over, aware of how you push back into his crotch as you bend. In the moment, you’re sure he grips you just a little tighter.

Rafe holds out his solo cup and your start pouring the brown liquid in, the bottle lightening in your hand.

“Woah, woah, woah,” He laughs, “Anyone would think you’re trying to get me drunk.”

You set the bottle down and pick up your own drink, turning around so that you’re stood against his chest, having to tilt your chin upwards to see him properly, “Get you drunk? Oh no, you’re terrible in bed when you’re drunk.”

Rafe raises his brows at you but his eyes seem to darken at the thoughts running through his mind, “Well,” He takes a long, slow, sip of the drink, “Maybe I’ll have to prove you wrong.”

With that, he disappears back through the crowd and you find your eyes trailing after the back of his head.

The party’s been going on for a few hours and everyone is slowly starting to get more and more intoxicated. With that, more and more people that you don’t know seem to be filling out the rooms. As a result of the strangers and all of them getting fuelled by liquid courage, it doesn’t take long before a fight breaks out.

Kelce is arguing with someone over something you hadn’t caught the start of. But you catch sight of it as soon as Kelce pushes the boy and sends him stumbling backwards, knocking Sarah forward into you.

You grip her arms to hold her upright, “Are you okay?”

She nods and holds onto you, “Let’s get out of here.”

She holds your hand and goes forward ahead of you to get out of the bustling crowd of people. It’s then that you notice a second too late, as the boy’s arm draws backwards to hit at Kelce, who shoves him again before he gets the chance to hit back. As he does, the boy’s elbow drives straight into you, colliding with the side of your head and your eye.

It’s all a blur after that, shouting and pushing as you fall forward onto Sarah, who’s now the one holding you up. You clutch one hand to your eye and pull it away to find your hand already stained in blood from the cut.

“Oh my god, we need to get that looked at,” Sarah winces, pulling you through the crowd.

The last that you see is Rafe in the middle of the two of the guys, his arm swinging back as his fist collides with one of their faces. There’s a fury on his face you’re sure you’ve never seen before, even from him.

On the porch, you and Sarah find a place to sit and she comes back with a pack of frozen peas and a kitchen towel.

“It was all I could find,” She furrows her brows, “Are you feeling okay?”

You smile and take them from her, wrapping the kitchen towel around the peas and pressing it to your head, “I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?” She nods, squeezing your knee before disappearing back inside.

You press down on the wound and the pressure makes it sting, the cool bleeding through the towel to give you some sort of relief.

It’s then that the porch door swings open again, this time with force that seems to radiate through the air. Rafe steps outside, his eyes wild and angry as they flick over the outside, eventually landing on where you were sat.

“There you are,” He breathes out, his eyes dark as he comes over to crouch down in front of you, his hand finding home on your thigh, “Let me see it.”

You pull the ice away from your head and notice the towel stained with blood now too. Rafe brings a hand up to your face, brushing your hair away - his soft touch an odd juxtaposition to the anger that seemed to radiate from him.

“That guy is an asshole I swear to god he-“

“Rafe,” You glance down at his hand on your thigh, where his knuckles are split and starting to turn into a blotchy red edging towards purple bruises, “What did you do?”

He pulls his hands away from you and looks down at them, “Nothing, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t ask you to start a fight with him,” You point out.

“I didn’t start it,” Rafe defends, “He started it by hitting you.”

You fight back a smile, “Do you do this for all of the girls you’re hooking up with?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You laugh a little and his eyes catch yours again, cooler now and seemingly softer.

”But you’re doing okay though?”

“Besides the pain and the fact I’m seeing three of you?” You joke, grinning at him.

“Hilarious,” He rolls his eyes once more, turning over his hand and holding it spread wide waiting for you, “Come on, I’ll take you home and we can get that cleaned up.”

You let his hand wrap around yours as you stand up and follow him down off the porch, your thumb and fingers brushing over the rough of his knuckles. It injects a fluttering into your heart, like he was some sort of knight in shining armour. And yours at that.

~~~

His parents and Wheezie are already asleep by the time you get home, and you shoot Sarah a quick text to tell her that you were safe but that you just wanted your bed, and that she didn’t need to worry. Rafe places a hand on your back and guides you upstairs with him, his phone torch lighting the way up towards his bedroom.

“Here,” He says as the two of you go through to his en-suite and he turns around, his hands gripping your waist as he lifts you up to sit on the countertop.

“It’s really not that bad I promise,” You encourage, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

The cut curved around the side of your temple and it was starting to bruise either side towards your eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, can’t be too careful,” Rafe mumbles, rummaging through the cupboard until he finds what he’s looking for.

He comes back over to you with a small blue canvas box in his hand, unzipping it to take out a couple of wipes.

“Alright, try not to hit me when this hurts,” Rafe smirks, peeling off the wrapper of one of the wipes and leaning it over just above the skin of your injury. As he presses down, you wince and grip onto his bicep tightly, your knuckles turning white under the tension.

“Sorry,” You mumble, your cheeks flushing hot under his gaze.

Rafe drags the wipe over your cut, cleaning up the blood that had dried around it.

“It’s not too bad,” He comments, his voice low, “But you might have a nice bruise for a couple of weeks.”

You shrug your shoulders, loosening your grip on him, “Bruised eye and bruised knuckles? What a pair we are.”

“So we’re a pair now?” Rafe raises his brows just a little at you, the slight shadows of a smile over his lips.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean-“ You fumble over your words, your cheeks heating up beyond what you thought possible.

Rafe wraps up both of the wipes and tosses them into the trash can on the floor, “All done.”

You fiddle with your fingers on your lap, avoiding his gaze as he moves around the room to put everything away, before finally turning back to you.

“You want to go to bed?”

“Oh Rafe Cameron you know how to be romantic,” You scoff, pushing yourself down from the counter to stand beside him, his height towering over you.

He scoffs and pushes your shoulder gently, “Keep it in your pants (Y/L/N).”

With that, Rafe disappears into his bedroom and you have no choice but to follow behind him. He’s pulling back the covers of the bed before stripping down out of his clothes and piling them up on the chair next to his desk.

“Here,” Rafe rummages through one of his drawers before turning around to you, “You can take this.”

He’s holding a hockey jersey in one hand, waiting for you to take it.

“I didn’t take you as a hockey fan,” You laugh.

Rafe shakes his head, “Rose bought it for me, I think she ran out of ideas for birthday presents about three years ago so now she just gets us anything.”

He turns around and clambers into the bed, tucking an arm under his head as he waits for you to change, folding your clothes and putting them on top of his.

“You need to be this side,” Rafe comments before you come over to the bed, “You can’t lay on that side of your face.”

He shifts himself over to the other side, turning so that he’s facing towards the middle of the bed. You climb in beside him and turn to face him too, your cut slowly starting to throb less against your head.

“We’ve never done this,” You say quiet enough to be a whisper, like you’re uncomfortable even thinking of saying it.

“Never done what?” Rafe narrows his eyes at you, “Is that bruise making you lose your memory or-“

“No, I just mean we never just… go to bed.”

Rafe laughs outwardly, “That makes me sound like an asshole.”

“No, no,” You shake your head, “I just mean-“

“I know.”

The two of you fall silent again and Rafe reaches up a hand to draw up your arm.

“So Sarah was talking about you earlier,” You whisper, like you don’t want to disturb the moment.

“She did?” He raises his brows at you, “What did she say?”

You chew at the inside of your lip like you’re not sure what to say, or if to say anything at all, “She told me…” You pause, “That you seem happier, and she thinks that you are seeing someone.”

“Wow,” His face shows no clue of his emotion, “I guess I’ll have to start keeping my cards closer to my chest.”

“Right, yeah,” You clear your throat, “Definitely.”

“So we haven’t done this before,” Rafe confirms, trailing his fingers over the sleeve of the jersey that seemed to drown your figure, “How do we do this?”

“I don’t-“

Before you can say anything more, he grips two hands around your waist and lifts you over him, dropping you slowly on the other side of him.

“What are you doing?”

“This feels right,” He mumbles, drawing you back against his chest and wrapping an arm underneath you around your waist.

His other hand draws up to brush your hair out of your face, cautious over the cut where he leans over and presses a soft kiss to the skin just next to it. Rafe drops his other arm over you so that you’re engulfed in his embrace and he shuffles himself impossibly closer behind you, his breath dancing hot over the back of your neck as he drifts off to sleep. This wasn’t like you. You two never did this. The romance, the little kisses, the cuddles? So why did it all feel so natural??

~~~

When you wake up the next morning, Rafe is still wrapped around you but he’s already awake - having always been an early riser. He’s trailing his fingers along your skin as if he’s tracing your body, mapping it out. And he stops when he feels you start to wake up.

“Morning, sunshine,” He mumbles, pushing aside the material of his jersey on your shoulder so that he can press a kiss to the skin there.

You groan and turn around to face him, wiggling against his hold around you.

“Woah, woah, careful darling,” He says, glancing at the bruising around your eye.

You stop in your tracks, like you’ve been put on puase, “What did you-“

“I just didn’t want you to lie on it, in case it hurts,” Rafe shakes it off, clearly hoping you’ll dismiss his comment quickly.

“No, no, not that,” You flick your gaze between each of his eyes, “What did you call me?”

“Oh, shut up, I’ve definitely called you that before,” He rolls his eyes, trying to bury his head into your shoulder to avoid your burning attention on him.

You pull back just enough to keep your eyes locked on his, “No you haven’t, you never have. You’ve called me plenty of things but never that.”

“Why’s it such a big deal?” He scoffs, scratching the back of his neck as if a tell of his lack of nonchalance.

You push yourself up to lean on your elbows, looking down over him laying beside you.

“All of this, what’s going on? You kissed me goodbye the other day, and you fought a guy at a party for me, and you patched me up last night and you wanted to just go to bed with nothing happening, and you cuddle me like we’re some sort of couple and you call me dar-“

“Okay, okay, I got the message,” Rafe interjects, “What’s wrong with all that?”

“It’s not you,” You defend, “When this all started, when we first started, you told me it was no strings attached, it was a hook up, it wasn’t even like a friends with benefits kind of thing. It was nothing. This? How you’ve been acting the past couple of days? That’s not nothing.”

Rafe looks away from you for a second and his jaw clenches and unclenches, once, twice.

“Rafe.”

He turns back to you, “I didn’t… I mean, I don’t… we’re not…”

You raise your brows at him and he relaxes the tension in his shoulders, as if in defeat.

“I didn’t plan for this,” He shakes his head, “But we started seeing each other more, and sure it was great because it was just sex and that was great and then… I don’t know. I wanted to see you. I started thinking about you, and not just about texting you at 3am but like actually seeing you. And I wanted you to stay later and come over earlier and I wanted to start being more than just this, I wanted everything with you, always. I’ve never felt like that with someone before and then last night just made me realise it even more that somewhere along the way I fell for you and I-“

“You fell for me?”

“It’s just an expression I-“

“You fell for me?” You bite your bottom lip to try to lessen the wide grin across your cheeks.

“Seriously shut the fuck up,” Rafe rolls his eyes at you.

You shake your head, “You can’t be mean to me, you fell for me.”

He snakes a hand underneath the bend of your elbows and pulls you from your waist until you’re settled on top of him, his hands wrapping low around your back.

“Does it make the sex really boring if we’re like a proper couple now? Like does it have to be all lovey dovey?”

Rafe laughs from deep in his chest, his hands dropping down lower over the curve of your ass, “Why don’t we test that theory, darling?”

[speaknowworldtour]

“only bought this dress so you could take it off” // “lilac short skirt the one that fits me like skin”

“did your research you knew the price going in” // “i’m the life you chose and all this terrible danger”

“i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it’s 2am and i’m cursing your name” // “whether i’m gonna curse you out or take you back to my house i haven’t decided yet”

“i knew you’d come back to me” // “i’m gonna get you back… you were never not mine”

“our secret moments in a crowded room” // “i hear the whispers in your eyes”

“you crashed my party and your rental car” // “i’m an aston martin that you steered straight into the ditch then ran and hid”

“i think he knows he better lock it down or i won’t stick around ‘cause good ones never wait” // “flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party or i might just love you til the end”

“the way you move is like a full on rainstorm and i’m a house of cards” // “i can feel it coming humming in the way you move”

“all i know since yesterday is everything has changed” // “push the reset button we’re becoming something new”

“i said ‘i heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl’ he said ‘what you heard is true but i can’t stop thinking about you’ and i said ‘i’ve been there too a few times’” // “say you got somebody i’ll say i’ve got someone too”

“my boy only breaks his favourite toys” // “we broke all the pieces but still wanna play the game”

[eisaexe]

All Across

Ni-ki x Fem!Reader

Summary : In middleschool, you had a Letter friend, from Japan, he and you started to become really good friends and you promised him you would visit him. Now you stood here, some years later, with one Letter in your hand and no clue what he even looked like...

-I got out of the Plane, it was about 2am right now and still, Japan was bustling with life. Okoyama, there he lived..., luckily i knew some Japanese and was now on a Travel bus on the way to Okoyama.

9h and 20minutes later, i arrived in Okoyama, as i got out of the bus, the warm sun shone on my face and made my headache worse, the lack of sleep and the sun was a bit too much, after i got myself some water and something to eat, i sat down on a Bench, looking at the letter.

住所は同じです。私を見つけてください。待っています。

-リキ

(The Adress is still the same, find me, i will wait

-Riki)

I sighed as i folded the letter and put it back in my bag, i drank my water and ate my food, before i got up and took my bag, walking hastily to the Bus station, luckily catching the bus, about 40 minutes later and i stood infront of a House.

I sighed and looked at the little silver Sign under the bell 「西村」 "Nishimura.." , i mumbled before ringing the bell.

I rang the bell a couple of times before i heard a thump and a deep "owch" before the door was ripped open and i had to look up.

A tall boy with blond hair and a u dercut, brown still, looked at me, he had pretty eyes and a mole underneath his lips, underneath his plump lips, his hands were on the doorframe and he looked at me, an eyebrow raised, as if he waited for me to say something.

"Riki Nishimura, right?" I asked and he looked at me before he nodded. "Who...are you?" He asked, looking at me with a concerned look, no one knew why.

"yl/n y/n" I said, taking the letter out of my bag "Your Letter friend, you said i-" he held his hand infront of my face and laughed "You did not seriously come here, right?" "Uh, yes i di-" he scoffed a bit "That was a joke, and besides, we were way younger then, what makes you think i still want to see you?"

I was taken aback, he existed, he did, but he was meaner than he sounded in his letters, okay, that was 6 years ago, but still.

"But i don't-" he slammed the door shut. I just stood there and then walked back, i booked a Hotel, but for tomorrow, i didn't know what to do and just walked down the street before it started to rain,

i sat down on a bench and took the letter in my hands, i buried my face in my hands, why was i so stupid, i should've stayed home.

-after a Cold night, i arrived in my Hotel, completely drenched and shivering,

the first thing i did was taking a warm shower and put on some fresh clothes before going out again and walking to a Convinience Store,

i entered and looked behind the counter, just to see Riki standing there. "素晴らしい日" (a wonderful day) he looked up and just stared at me before sighing deeply, he looked to his colleague, muttering something before putting his vest down and walking around the counter. "Can we talk...?" He asked and i just nodded. After a while we arrived in a Park and he sat down on a Bench, signaling for me to sit down next to him.

"So...about yesterday, i'm...sorry..." he said, pressing his lips together, he clenched his fists and looked around before talking again. "It's just....i never thought you would actually come all the way here....and, i'm sorry for just slamming the door shut..." he said. "Don't be sorry, it's fine.." i said, but he cut me off "No, it's not" he said.

"I shouldn't have left you like this, you barely even know Okoyama..i-..." he cut off before continuing.

"My Mom scolded me and said you can stay at our place the next three weeks..." he smiled and i smiled back.

"I still have my stuff at the Hotel tho..." i said.

"No worries, my shift ends in..." he looked at his watch "twenty minutes, we can get your stuff afterwards.." I nodded and we went back inside the store.

Soo, this will be the first part, don't know if i'm gonna continue it tho, to whoever is reading this, i hope you enjoyed it<33

[lostinlewis]

Into The Night...

Rating: Soft

Words: 2594

“Stay.”

It had been two days, or rather nights, since you heard the word mumbled by the man who you now lay on the sofa with, your legs sprawled across his, his hands resting on the outside of your clothed thigh. A position you had both been in for most of the day now, a step up from a similar position in his bed for most of the day yesterday. 

You had been torn when you heard it, such an insignificant word should never cause as much torment as it had in your head, but all the variables behind it fed it its power. You had spent the night at Lewis’ London home before, that was nothing new, what was new was the request for you to stay for the whole weekend, as was the fact that on Sunday night there was no word of you leaving; this was new. 

The final episode of the latest season of Stranger Things was in full swing on the screen in front of where you both lazed. It was only yesterday that you had started it, but both of you were engrossed from the start, you knew then that you would be there until you were done. 

As your fingers played loosely with the faux locs that sat messily on his head, your mind couldn’t help but wonder towards the anxious thoughts that rose to the forefront more and more, the nearer it got to finishing the series and ultimately, until home time. 

‘Will he ask me to leave once it’s finished? He’s polite, so will he pretend he has to be up early, hoping I take the hint?’ 

It was nearing 2am now, the thought of having to catch the night tube back home, the famous walk of shame, even if that shame was now two days old, made you feel even worse about the inevitability of what was to come. 

You missed the part on screen that startled Lewis, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. As he pulled you in even closer to him, feigning the attempt at comforting you, you felt so warm at the thought of being his comfort after a fright, even for the moment. 

Lewis’ lips trailed across the bare skin of your neck as the episode drew to a close, both of you would have failed a test on what happened, neither one of you could hold your attention on one thing for so long; except each other, that was. 

“You smell so good.” 

Lewis mumbled against your skin as he kissed it lazily, your head rolled back into his to not stop him, but make him understand just how good he made you feel. 

“I smell like you, Lewis.” 

You teased his arrogance but it was true, you did. Everything on you was his, from the tracksuit he had given you to wear as you didn’t have any spare clothes with you, not anticipating your impromptu sleepover, to the deodorant you wore, everything was his. 

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” 

Your stomach dropped as he tapped at your leg, yet in contradiction, he kept kissing your neck as if that one action didn’t have you pinned to the spot, paralysed under his touch. 

“I have no clothes, I can’t go out.” 

“Looks like you’re wearing clothes to me…unfortunately.” 

Lewis brushed his lips against yours as he teased you, even for him, this was the politest way to ever let a person down gently but you let yourself be sucked in by it, it was impossible not to be.

“You look cute in my clothes, besides it’s 2am, no one will be around to see you anyway.” 

The cool air of the late spring night hit you as you walked out of his front door. It had clearly just been raining, judging by the puddles you could hardly avoid on his street. 

You had barely made it out of his gate when he reached for your hand, sliding his fingers between yours, he held you tight as you walked a path lit only by the faint haze of the sparse streetlights. 

“This is my favourite time to go for a walk. I love London at the best of times, but you really get to enjoy its beauty when no one else is around to ruin it.” 

It was true, there was something so very special about the way walking down the street in one of the busiest cities in the world felt, when it was empty of people and cars. It felt like anything was possible, like you two were the only two in the world, and if you ignored the lights that shined in every other house window, you could have been. 

“Where are we going?” 

“No where, we’re just walking…stop overthinking it.” 

You thought his words an odd response to such a simple question, you wondered then if he could read your mind, if the comment was more to do with the thoughts that had plagued you since morning now. You had outstayed your welcome, you just needed him to let you down gently.

“You see this place?” 

Lewis pulled you closer to him as he stood outside the darkened windows of a restaurant, one that had closed hours ago but somehow the aroma of the food it served still lingered in the air outside.  

“Makes the best tacos in London…we should go sometime.” 

“Aren’t you-“

“You can get Vegan tacos too, babe.” 

Lewis shook his head in a teasing manner as he kissed the top of your head, a signal that it was time to move on to the next sight, your walk fast becoming a tour of some of Lewis’ favourite haunts and you could think of nothing more you would rather be doing.

“This way, I know a shortcut.” 

“I thought there wasn’t a plan for this walk, Lewis?” 

Your voice rose to more of a shriek as you had to follow him in a jump over a puddle more akin to a pond, before he led you down a dark alleyway, not a streetlight in sight. 

“There wasn’t, but now I know exactly where I want to go. Don’t be scared, I've got you.” 

Lewis shot you a smirk back as if he wasn’t the one literally jumping out of his, and subsequently your, seat a little while ago because of a show that kids can watch. 

“I’m not scared.” 

That was the truth, you weren't, not of the dark alleyway anyway, more of the man who held your hand from his place just ahead of you, or what it would feel like when you inevitably lost him. 

The alleyway felt like it led on forever, it allowed you enough time at least, for your mind to wonder to thoughts of Lewis having led you down there to do something you both really should not be doing in public, and then catch them again before you got a little too carried away and initiated it yourself. 

“Here we are…”

Lewis narrated the big reveal, the scene that made your eyes squint as you tried to adjust from complete darkness to sudden light once more, as if he had created it himself. Pulling on the grip he had on your hand to lead you out into the open, and right beside him, ever so gently. 

“Oh wow, it’s so pretty.” 

You marvelled as you took in all around you. He had taken you to the river, but to a part of it you had never seen before, a part you imagined most people hadn’t. There was one singular streetlight standing beside a solo table and two chairs, a canopy decorated in tiny lights hung above it, the perfect place to sit and look out into the calm waters of the River Thames. 

“It’s so roma…cosy here.” 

You refused to allow yourself to finish that word, but it didn’t matter, Lewis had heard it; you could tell by the way he caught your eye before you quickly looked away, but also by the way in which he reached for your hand across the table, tickling his fingers in between yours again, like they were made to fit there just perfectly. 

“You’re right, it is romantic. I knew you would like it.” 

“Come here often then?”

“A lot.” 

You couldn’t help but look up at him, you forgot just how casual your relationship was supposed to be, you forgot to hide your jealousy and instead you let it fall all over your face in the form of a frown. 

“I run through here almost every day…alone. When you said you were able to come over Friday night, I knew I had to take you here.” 

You were so very aware of the circle Lewis was drawing on your hand with his thumb, any contact with him was electrifying, but this contact was one you felt most. 

“But it’s Sunday…well, Monday morning now. How come we didn’t go on Friday? I could have met you here, you only had to ask.” 

It sounded as if you were looking for a way for him to get out of you having overstayed your welcome all weekend, you were giving him an excuse that he hadn’t even asked for, taking the blame for an action that wasn’t entirely your fault. 

“I wanted to walk with you here, I wanted you to see the streets I run down every day. And besides, there was no rush, you have been with me all weekend after all.” 

“I’m sorry about that.” 

As if physically wanting to break away from the uncomfortable conversation, dreading where it was heading, you stood up from the table and walked a few steps to rest against the barrier that separated you from the river. 

You were alone for all of twenty seconds before you were startled by the silent but sudden feel of Lewis so very close behind you. His hands brushed your neck clear of any obstructions, allowing his lips to meet almost the same spot as they had done earlier, his hands finding their way down your arms to rest on top of yours. 

“You know I wanted you to be here with me, right?” 

“You did…” 

You felt his giggle, hot and breathy, against your neck as he took in your shocked response. 

“Babe, I asked you to stay…” 

“Yes, but that was one night Lewis, I have been at yours for nearly three now.” 

“Have I asked you to leave?”

Lewis turned your whole body around with ease as he let the question marinate, he wanted to see you when you responded; he needed to. 

“No, but-” 

“Why does there have to be a but? I didn’t ask you to leave you yesterday, I haven’t asked you to leave tonight, and I won’t be asking you to leave tomorrow either. I haven’t asked you to leave because I don’t want you to. Ever.” 

Every word could be mistaken for politeness, you could convince yourself that he was just being nice, every word apart from the last one. You felt it when he said it, he meant it. 

“Lewis, I don’t understand…” 

“Honestly, neither do I. This was only supposed to be a casual fling, but the more I saw you, the more I had you around me…well, the harder it got to not have you around, I guess.”

“So…you just want me around? Like a roommate?” 

Lewis couldn’t help but chuckle at your naivety once more, shaking his head he pecked you on the very tip of your nose before he pulled you in as close as he could towards him. 

“I want you around, I want you as a roommate, but what I am trying to ask you is if you would be okay with being a little more than that?” 

“A little more…like a girlfriend?” 

If you were not mistaken, as you said the word ‘girlfriend’ you could see the nerves in his eyes, the only time you had ever seen him nervous before, and yet you found it most adorable. 

“Exactly like a girlfriend…if you want to be, of course?” 

You let him stew in his nerves for a moment, it was quite nice to, for once, not be the one riddled with anxiety. The longer you left it, the more puppy-like his eyes became, so much so you almost completely forgot to answer him as you fawned over the most adorable man you had ever seen before you. 

“I’ll be your girlfriend, of course I’ll be your girlfriend silly.” 

Like two teenagers in love, Lewis scooped you up and sat you on the barrier, just so he could kiss you for what felt like an eternity. You only really fell apart from each other's lips when the light droplets of rain turned into the kind you could no longer ignore, the heavier they got. 

“Let’s get you home.” 

Lewis lifted you back down to your feet and together, hand in hand, you walked through the same streets you had a while before, but this time you walked with your boyfriend, and he with his girlfriend. You found it rather ironic that you had arrived there wondering when he would tell you to go home, but left there with him having offered you a new place to call home. 

“Wait here.” 

Lewis let go of your hand and jogged across the road, towards a group of tourists, leaving you confused and completely baffled as he jogged back over to you, with them in tow.

“What’s going on?” 

“They are going to take our picture, follow me.”

He led you along to where a streetlight stood on the edge of the road, with one leg propped up against it, he pulled you in close to him so you were both engulfed in its light. First he kissed you on the forehead, next he turned towards where he was being photographed with a smile, you followed his lead too. 

As you stood to the side, watching Lewis oblige the tourists with pictures with him as well, you felt a little warmth within you, knowing that moments like this were moments you had to get used to. 

“And you too?” 

One of the tourists beckoned towards you with their phone, asking to take a picture with you, despite the fact you were nobody to them, suddenly because of your company you were in. 

Attention of any kind was always something you actively avoided, it made you feel vulnerable, insecure, just about every kind of negative emotion you could imagine but it wasn’t lost on you that having Lewis there now made it all the more bearable. You politely declined, and thankfully they were very gracious with it, but you knew then that you had better get used to the attention, just because of the relationship you were in.

“So what series are we going to start next?” 

Lewis asked as he helped you out of the now very damp clothes you were standing in, in the hallway. It was then that you felt it first, it was hidden amongst one of the most average of questions that you had ever been asked, the feeling of normality with Lewis, the feeling of belonging with him; it was then that you felt like his girlfriend for the very first time, and despite what you may pick to watch, it would be this moment that would linger the longest.

“I’m not sure, but whatever it is, we better pick something that doesn’t make you jump…again.” 

[muffimtv]

this even though you dont write rn

🥑🥤💌🌻🧃🍄🪐📚🍬🦷❄️🥐🏜️<- (general art creation) 🦋🐚🐝🌸🎨🧩

YOU ARE INSANE

🥑 - you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@fuzziecorpse @bathtubswooo and @h3xrts4-me

🥤- recommend an author or fanfic you love

sing, sweet cicada on ao3! my partner and i loved it so much that i bound a copy for him!

💌 - how many unread emails do you have right now? 

22!

🌻 - tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@crikey01 your tag games are so silly i love them

🧃- share some personal lore you never posted about before

ooh fun question!! whenever it rains i try to go lay out on the roof of my car, it’s very fun :3

🍄 - share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

its so hard for me to pick just one pairing BUT currently jmart is on my mind so! i think martin likes having little streaks of color in his hair and jon likes to dye his grey streaks to match

🪐- name three good things going on in your life right now

i got my brother into one of my favorite shows, i’m working on a fursuit, and prom is next week!

📚- what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

a fic idea i had at literally 2am yesterday

🍬 - post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

genuinely i cannot think of oen LMAO

🦷 - share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

learn to sew!! it’ll have you a lot of money on things like hemming pants/dresses, repairing clothing, and making them too

❄️ - what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

i’m always a sucker for coffee shop aus man…..

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

my brother and i always use “empty the compartments of your pantaloons” and one of us will respond “FOR WHAT PURPOSE???” and it always makes me giggle

🏜️- what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

those ones that are like “SCREMAING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP EATING MY WALLS”

🦋 - share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

JMART 🔥🔥🔥

🐚 - do you like or dislike surprises?

i like them usually!

🐝 - tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@fuzziecorpse hiii i love you <3

@notroadkills u are so funny king

@crikey01 YOUR ART IS SO GOOD LET ME EAT IT

🌸 - do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

my baby bunny easter (she is actually terribly old)

woe, baby be upon ye

🎨 - link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

this martin art. specifically the second one 😭😭 that little image was ALL that was on my mind when i was in my ACT today

🧩 - what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

NO PARAGRAPH BREAKS OR PUNCTUATION

PLEASEEEE I DONT WANT TO READ A BLOCK OF TEXT MY EYES ARENT MADE TO HANDLE IT

[mbrainspaz]

Ok bearing in mind that when my boss cut my pay by like 40% this year I was like ‘so none of the work I did like bringing in horses at 2am in sudden deadly storms ever mattered?’ And she was like ‘no lol get f*cked, also I’m cutting your hours’

4pm yesterday

Me: hey, one boarder who babys her horse but doesn’t like him to have a blanket on unless it’s below freezing, can I please blanket your horse since there’s a 14% chance of rain. Just in case, so he’ll be warm.

Her: no, it’s not cold enough. If there’s a chance for rain just bring all the horses in.

Me: we’re short staffed, the boss has been after us for using too much shavings, half the remaining staff are sick (spent 3 hours at urgent care with one of them today after she smacked herself in the head with an ice pick), I’m not bringing all the horses in for a 14% chance when it’s above freezing. Everyone else will have a blanket on. Do you want me to bring your horse in?

Her: no leave him out with no blanket.

2am, today

Her: I can’t believe you have calls silenced!? I’ve called 9 times! It’s cold raining!

Me: huh, that’s weird. It notified me as soon as you texted twice. Anyway, I’ll go check on him.

Every other coworker: hey she called us in a panic so now we’re all texting and calling you too.

Me: great. Wonderful.

Most annoying coworker (who lives an hour away and is sick): are you bringing all the horses in?!

Me: probably not. I’ll handle it. Go back to sleep.

I go outside. It’s misty. Horses don’t really seem bothered. Nobody is shivering despite being slightly damp around their blankets. I bring in that one horse and give a few others some extra hay to settle them down.

Most annoying coworker: are you sure?!?!

Me: yeah, they’ll live.

Most annoying coworker: Really sounds like you should bring them all in.

Me: no, and lay off telling me how to do my job at 2am. I told you I had this. If you want to do it for the glory—knock yourself out.

Most annoying coworker (who has always tattled on me to the boss for the dumbest nonsense): bro no need to catch an attitude.

No, no need to put up with this shit.

ffs people. I’m probably gonna catch hell about it all day tomorrow. God forbid perfectly healthy horses get slightly damp or even shiver a bit. All the old or ill ones were already in regardless.

Can’t get out of here soon enough. Can’t even go back to sleep now because the gutters are dripping and it’s psyching me out. Should’ve just brought them all in and let that annoying coworker have twice the stalls to clean. Except likely as not she’d call in sick and guess who’d end up having to do all the work. Yeah. She didn’t even do half the work she was supposed to yesterday, and I had to cover for ice concussion girl and try to catch everything up. Should’ve said no when the boss asked me to do that too. What’s she gonna do? Never buy me another pizza?

[heymacy]

hello little stars ✨ and welcome back to Tag Game Tuesday!

name: macy mouse 🐭

age: [schmidt voice] twenty-NOINE!

where are you from originally? seattle and i miss it every day 🌲

your go-to coffee, tea, or soda of choice: an iced vanilla chai 🧋

your comfort film: singin’ in the rain 🌧️

how many siblings do you have? 3

if you could take a vacation anywhere, where would it be? hawaii or ireland 🌺☘️

last song you listened to: “brooklyn” by emily james

do you believe in aliens? anyone that says we’re alone in the universe is a silly silly goose 🪿

what about ghosts? i’ve had too many paranormal experiences not to believe in ghosts 👻

it’s 2am. you can’t sleep. you get up to get a snack. what is it? i’d probably sit on my kitchen floor and eat a cheese stick like the lil rat i am 🧀

and finally, share something you’ve done/made recently that you’re proud of: i shared my art for the first time yesterday and i’m really proud of it 🥺💛 just a wee guy and his lil smile

i’m tagging @gardenerian, @iansfreckles, @ewanroys, @metalheadmickey, @heymrspatel, @whatwouldmickeydo, @gallawitchxx, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @howlinchickhowl, @7x10mickey, @vintagelacerosette, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @creepkinginc, @mishervellous, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @squidyyy23, @crossmydna, @thisdivorce, @y0itsbri, @rereadanon, @tectonicduck, @xninetiestrendx, @callivich, @captainjowl, @deedala, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, @deathclassic, @energievie, @purplemagpie, @palepinkgoat, @too-schoolforcool, @whaticameherefor, @michellemisfit, & @thepupperino 💫

[000marie198]

When the nature speaks. when the when the *crying*

Ok get this, we've been seeing forecast of heavy rain since yesterday (quarter to 5 AM here at the moment)

The forecast was of 3AM. So get this, the winds had been strong all night, but no sign of rain where we live. My brother even got annoyed at one point bcuz it's been raining throughout our country but not where we live. Anyways, wind direction was eastward which is also the direction our windows are towards. Meaning not being able to enjoy the winds from indoors.

Sooo, at about 2AM my youngest brother said he was hungry, my other bro goes downstairs to check if he can find something for him. (Turns out, there was nothing which he agreed on so I texted my bro to return upstairs cuz the hungry one had dozed off anyway).

He returns, I suggest we head to the terrace for a little, I really wanted to feel the winds. We do so and then I wanna go to the roof. Winds are fast but not too strong. So we head to roof and enjoy the weather. Spend some time there.

Then suddenly, I hear dogs barking from far off, bro ignores it, nothing unusual. But there's also birds starting to chirp, loudly, it wasn't even Fajr time yet. I find it very unusual and he doesn't notice. Birds sure sometimes chirp at night but both at once and that urgently? Something must be up. Not to mention, we believe that dogs bark when they see jinnat or something. Not everyone will get what I mean here. Moving on!

Then we hear the roosters, it is said that the roosters crow when they see angels. We also believe angels control the direction of winds and paths of clouds. Right afterwards, we hear the ravens and crows. And suddenly there are numerous loud calls of animals from everywhere all at the same time. Animals which aren't even awake at that time. Now little brother notices. He finds it strange.

It's not even Fajr yet, roosters crow at Fajr or Tahajud, but it was not either of those times. Crows don't even wake up before morning. And then, the wind shifts. Both of us feel it, its whistle changes, gets louder, like a warning, we hear and feel it first and then we hear loud clatter and clangs and thuds of windows shaking a little and clothes fluttering strongly and things getting toppled.

It's like every single sentient being has woken up all of a sudden and is telling us to go inside. So we go inside and we check the time; 2:55 AM, 5 minutes before 3 AM, the forecasted time for rainstorm.

We see the lightning, the clouds and the dusty haze that falls over the neighborhood. The winds have gotten much stronger. But get this, it still doesn't start raining yet.

Let me tell you about Fajr. Every prayer has specific time, Fajr starts when the first, thread-thin ray of sunlight breaches the horizon, it can only be seen in areas with zero light pollution and vast horizon with no buildings in the way. Time for Fajr ends when the sky starts getting bright, when the dawn arrives, when the sun itself just starts to breach the horizon. But the time it takes to actually pray, whether one head to the mosque or not is not too much, just four rakahs.

After I was done praying, and was lying in bed checking through Tumblr, I heard the rain. I hurried outside, the rain had started, and it was dawn. The time passed was just enough for people who pray at the mosque to be done and return home.

Rainfalls, which was forecasted for 3 AM, didn't start at 3AM but stormy winds did, it started once Fajr time was complete.

I just, I can't stop thinking about this. And this isn't the first time storms have done that. I've seen storms going throughout the night pausing during Fajr time, I've seen rain restarting after Fajr time ends, I've seen it stopping at Asar so so many times and it never ceases to amaze me.

[purrincess-chat]

Taylor Swift Lyric Writing Prompts

I compiled a list of Taylor Swift lyrics organized by era that people can use as writing prompts. This can function as an ask game if you want or just a list of inspo. Most of these lean more romantic in nature, but I may eventually do one full of sad/heartbroken lyrics. Enjoy!

Tim McGraw "But in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read from three summers back."

Tied Together With a Smile "And no one knows that you cry, but you don't tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. And you're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone."

Stay Beautiful "It's hard to make a conversation when he's taking my breath away."

I'm Only Me When I'm With You "And I don't try to hide my tears, my secrets, or my deepest fears. Through it all, nobody gets me like you do."

Love Story "So I sneak out to the garden to see you. We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes."

Hey Stephen "I can't help it if you look like an angel. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain."

You Belong With Me "Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry."

Jump Then Fall "I like the way I can't keep my focus. I watch you talk. You didn't notice. I hear the words, but all I can think is, 'We should be together.'"

Untouchable "Untouchable, burning brighter than the sun, and when you're close, I feel like coming undone."

The Other Side of the Door "I said, "Leave," but baby, all I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming, 'I'm in love with you.'"

Mine "You learn my secrets, and you figure out why I'm guarded. You say we'll never make my parent's mistakes."

Sparks Fly "Drop everything now. Meet me in the pouring rain. Kiss me on the sidewalk. Take away the pain cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

Enchanted "The lingering question kept me up. 2AM, who do you love? I wonder til I'm wide awake."

Electric Touch "All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life."

I Can See You "And we kept everything professional, but something's changed. It's something I, I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best if we move fast and keep quiet."

State of Grace "You come around, and the armor falls, pierce the room like a canon ball. Now, all we know is don't let go."

State of Grace (2) "So, you were never a saint, and I've loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts, but this love is brave and wild."

State of Grace (3) "These are the hands of fate. You're my Achilles heel."

Treacherous "I can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away. I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay. All we are is skin and bone trained to get along. Forever going with the flow, but you're friction."

22 "We're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way. It's miserable and magical, oh yeah. Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks."

Stay Stay Stay "You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes and dreams. I just like hanging out with you all the time. All those times that you didn't leave, it's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life."

Everything Has Changed "Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home. All I know is a simple name. Everything has changed. All I know is you held the door. You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed."

Run "I could see this view a hundred times, pale blue sky reflected in your eyes. So, give me a reason, and don't say no. And the note from the locket, you keep it in your pocket since I gave it to you. There's a heart on your sleeve. I'll take it when I leave, and hold it for you."

Out of the Woods "Looking at it now, it all seems so simple. We were lying on your couch. I remember. You took a Polaroid of us, then discovered the rest of the world was black and white. But we were in screaming color."

Out of the Woods (2) "Oh, your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn't quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance. Baby, like we stood a chance, two paper airplanes flying."

Wildest Dreams "Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

How You Get the Girl "I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together."

This Love "Your kiss, my cheek. I watched you leave. Your smile, my ghost. I fell to my knees. When you're young, you just run, but you come back to what you need."

I Know Places "Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling, dark clouds. Love's a fragile little flame. It could burn out. Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. They are the hunters. We are the foxes, and we run."

Wonderland "Didn't they tell us, "Don't rush into things"? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile? Didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twisting around me. It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind."

Wonderland (2) "I reached for you, but you were gone. I knew I had to go back home. You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, but in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad."

You Are in Love "Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt. He keeps his word, and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts."

"Slut!" "Everyone wants him, that was my crime. The wrong place at the right time, and I break down, then he's pulling me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman."

Suburban Legends "I didn't come here to make friends. We were born to be suburban legends. When you hold me, it holds me together, and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever."

End Game "Reputation precedes me. They told you I'm crazy. I swear I don't love the drama-it loves me! And I can't let you go. Your hand print's on my soul. It's like your eyes are liquor. It's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips."

Don't Blame Me "My name is whatever you decide, and I'm just gonna call you mine. I'm insane, but I'm your baby. Echoes of your name inside my mind, halo hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy. And baby, for you, I would fall from grace just to touch your face. If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay."

Delicate "Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine all the damn time."

So It Goes... "And all the pieces fall right into place, getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face. So it goes. I'm yours to keep, and I'm yours to lose. You know, I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you."

Gorgeous "You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk."

Gorgeous (2) "If you got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, but if you're single, that's honestly worse. Cause you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts."

King of My Heart "Late in the night, the city's asleep. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. Change my priorities, the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

Dancing With Our Hands Tied "I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us, so baby, can we dance through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it. I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted."

Dress "Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you. There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo."

Call It What You Want "All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. He built a fire just to keep me warm. All the drama queens taking swings, all the joker's dressing up as kings, they fade to nothing when I look at him."

New Year's Day "You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi. I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home."

Cruel Summer "I'm drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true. I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you, and I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate. And I screamed for whatever it's worth, "I love you." Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

Lover "And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?"

Lover (2) "My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover."

The Archer "I've been the archer. I've been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?"

I Think He Knows "Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks. I'll drive."

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince "We're so sad. We paint the town blue. Voted most likely to run away with you."

Paper Rings "I want to drive away with you. I want your complications too. I want your dreary Mondays. Wrap your arms around me, baby boy."

Cornelia Street "You hold my hand on the street, walk me back to that apartment years ago, we were just inside. Barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings that became my religion."

False God "But we might just get away with it. Religion's in your lips, even if it's a false god. We'd still worship. We might just get away with it. The alter is my hips, even if it's a false god."

Afterglow "It's so excruciating to see you low. Just wanna lift you up and not let you go. This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight."

ME! "And when we had that fight out in the rain, you ran after me and called my name. I never wanna see you walk away."

It's Nice to Have a Friend "Light pink sky, up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. Twenty questions, we tell the truth. You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too. Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand."

Daylight "And I can still see it all in my mind. All of you, all of me intertwined. I once believed loved would be black and white, but it's golden."

All of the Girls You've Loved Before "Your past and mine are parallel lines. Stars all aligned, and they intertwined."

cardigan "Vintage tee, brand new phone. High heels on cobblestones. When you are young, they assume you know nothing."

seven "Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other, and though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you. Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn."

august "Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinking I had you."

invisible string "A string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you."

betty "Yeah, I showed up at your party. Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only seventeen. I don't know anything, but I know I miss you."

peace "But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come. All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you've got a friend in me. Would it be enough, if I could never give you peace?"

the lakes "I want auroras and sad prose. I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet cause I haven't moved in years, and I want you right here."

willow "Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind. Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in as if you were a mythical thing, like you were a trophy or a champion ring, and there was one prize I'd cheat to win."

long story short "Actually, I always felt I must look better in the rearview. Missing me at the golden gates they once held the keys to. When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door. And we live in peace, but if someone comes at us, this time, I'm ready."

long story short (2) "No more keeping score, now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war, now I just know there's more. No more keeping score, now I just keep you warm, and my waves meet your shore ever and evermore."

long story short (3) "And he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky. And he feels like home, if the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go."

Lavender Haze "Meet me at midnight."

Lavender Haze (2) "Starin' at the ceiling with you. Oh, you don't ever say too much, and you don't really read into my melancholia."

Maroon "When the morning came, we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf cause we lost track of time again. Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend. "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how." I see you every day now."

Snow on the Beach "This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched aurora borealis green. I've never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery."

Midnight Rain "My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders, but for some, it was paradise."

Labyrinth "It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile."

Labyrinth (2) "Uh-oh, I'm falling in love."

Sweet Nothing "I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July down deep inside your pocket. We almost forgot it. Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?"

Sweet Nothing (2) "And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more." To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it."

Mastermind "Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and I ended up in the same room at the same time."

Paris "I'm so in love that I might stop breathing, drew a map on your bedroom ceiling."

Paris (2) "I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever. I wanna transport you to somewhere the culture's clever. Confess my truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters."

Glitch "We were supposed to be just friends."

[killerchickadee]

Because it was so hot (like 83 degrees) in my apartment last night (and still is actually, despite it being 52 outside) I slept with the windows open, which of course means I couldn't sleep at all what with all the city noises. And sleeping when you're hot is hard. And then a thunderstorm rolled through and that woke me up. And then starting at 2am Oscar decided to yowl in my face about every 30 minutes or so. Point is I didn't sleep.

It's still raining, and parking was shit when I got home from work yesterday, so my car is like 3 blocks away. And now I gotta walk there. In the rain.

We're having a great day.