#love never making decisions for myself xxx

[sainzproductions]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

where you belatedly realize, you and carlos may never want the same things in life

SHOWBUZZF1 carlos sainz and y/n y/l/n are reportedly broken up, according to several media outlets. y/n's absence in the monumental race week of monza had raised early suspicions regarding their current score, and the succeeding grand prix's after seemed to further the speculations. her absence was dearly missed during carlos's outstanding feat in singapore and the celebrations thereafter. although the couple's relationship has been widely regarded as a private and lowkey affair, in this instance, it seemed to confirm that the childhood sweethearts had ended their eight year relationship quietly.

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username the og wags are slowly being chipped off one by one☹️

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username fuck him sideways and frontways. wym eight years!!! that's a WHOLE ass child😭😭

username yn is better than me, i would have said sm "he don't know how to eat the cat" or something!!

username ah the right of passage once every driver reaches their prime

username fr he's gonna do a lewis 🐐🐐

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carlossainz55 qué hermoso fue amarte, my greatest and dearest love.

translation: how beautiful it was to love you.

username my heart hurts for some reason.... 💔💔💔

username my parents 😭😭😭😭

username how beautiful it WAS to love you

username a stab would have been sweeter 🥲🥲

username how dare he be so beautiful and sad😭💔

username why😭would😭you😭say😭that😭

username what if this was my 13th reason, then what!!!

username this can't hurt me because i can't read 😌😌😌

username we win illiterate girlies!!!

username **delusional girlies!!! fixed it for you 🥰🥰

username thanks, you live in xxx-xxx-xxx county right? expect me!!! 🥰🥰🥰

username STOP i was joking 😭💔💔💔

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yourusername eternally grateful to have known and loved you.

username PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY!!! THROW SHADE AT EACHOTHER!!! BE MESSY!!! SAY HE CHEATED AND SAY SHE'S A GOLD DIGGER OR SMTHING!!!

username fr when they're being so kind and so angsty about this... makes me wanna hurl 💔💔💔

username convincing myself sainz sr. paid her to do this cause carlos wants to be a politician in the future

username are you confusing them for the kennedy's

username let me COPE in the way i know 🫠🫠🫠

username seek help : ))))

username theraputic or a psychotic one????

username whichever one applies miss ma'am!!!!

username nice. always wanted to see what's inside her private account. didn't want it to be like this 😃

username there's no pleasing people nowadays, is there!!?

username tbf i would have taken the private account over a breakup 🥲🥲🥲

username yeah all i got was #distressed

username🕯️be pregnant🕯️

username 👁️👄👁️

username evil ass manifestation 😭😭

username WICKED DEVIANT HAG!! MAY YOU HAVE TRIPLETS!! QUADRUPLETS!!! MAY YOU HAVE CHILDREN EVERYWHERE YOU GO!!!!

username i got u sis yourusername,, i cursed her back😌😌😌

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SHOWBUZZF1 in separate posts, sainz and y/l/n shared a very brief but heartfelt anecdote indirectly adressed to eachother. the pair seemed to allude that their breakup was entirely amicable, without any ill will directed to eachother. sources tell media outlets, that the decision to part ways was, "well communicated and thought out. both sainz and y/l/n have very different paths, and this seems like the only reasonable decision." adding, "they're still very friendly, but not really friends— you know? i think they could never be as close or as truly open with eachother as they used to be, but there is still love regardless. you don't throw away a connection of more than a decade, just like that.... maybe this just closes a chapter, to make way for a new one."

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[omgrachwrites]

I Love You So - Dalton Lambert

Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for insidious 5, lil bit of fluff, angst, probs ooc Dalton, mentions of possessed!Dalton

Summary: After Dalton accidentally puts you in terrible danger, he makes a difficult decision.

A/N: Soooooo, I'm in love with another fictional character, never saw myself writing for this franchise! Please excuse the poor gif, this was the first one I've ever made! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul 'Cause you were cruel and I'm a fool So please let me go

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You stared at the clock on the wall behind your Professor as you willed time to go faster, you were just so restless, you needed to see him. It felt as though you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in weeks. In reality, it was only a few days, but a few days without any form of contact from Dalton felt like forever. You knew why you hadn’t seen or spoken to him, he felt guilty.

As soon as the bell rang, you packed up your things as quickly as possible, causing your friend to laugh at you. “that desperate to see your little Picasso?”

You rolled your eyes, “well I haven’t seen him for a few days, he’s been sick,” the lie fell from your lips so easily so you fooled even yourself into believing it was true, “I’ll see you later,” you waved at your friend before heading in the direction of Dalton’s dorm room on the other side of the school.

The door was open and he was standing at his easel when you walked in, his long hair loose around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “hey.”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled and turned to face you, letting you give him a proper kiss, paint smudged across his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. He looked so gorgeous like this.

“Are you okay? You sounded freaked when you called,” you started as you sat at the end of his bed.

He sighed and sat next to you, fiddling with the frayed material of his jeans, “I guess that I’m just worried that the door won’t stay closed.”

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, a thumb brushing over the cut on your cheek, “it’s going to scar,” he whispered, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.”

His big blue eyes welled up with tears and you placed your hand over the one he had on your cheek, “it wasn’t you. Dalton, I love you.”

He bit his lip as he stood abruptly, his fingers tangled in his hair. You let him pace around the room in silence, it looked like he was at war with himself. Finally, he looked at you sadly, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

Your heart plummeted as you stared at him, trying to process his words, “what?”

“I can’t let what happened last week ever happen again. I won’t let it happen again.”

You stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks, “it won’t ever happen again.”

“Y/N, I can’t…” he trailed off, almost breathless, “I can’t take the risk. I have to let you go, I love you.”

“Who are you to make the decision for the both of us? You can’t just end our relationship just like that,” you snapped your fingers, “just because something bad has happened!” your voice was rising now but you couldn’t help it. It was like he was giving up.

Dalton took your hands in his, “do you think that this is easy for me? Y/N, I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t!”

“But I wanted to!” he shouted, causing you to take a couple of steps backwards, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, looking pained. When he opened them they were full of tears again, “I could feel how much he wanted to hurt you. Wanted to kill you. I love you Y/N but I can’t put you in danger again, I won’t.”

The bitter words that had sprung to your lips had died on your tongue as you saw how broken he looked, “fine,” you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks, “it seems as though you’ve made up your mind,” he opened his mouth to reply, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I don’t want to hear it, Dalton,” your voice broke, “just stay away from me,” you sniffled and quickly left the room.

As soon as you were in the safety of your own dorm, you broke down and sank to your knees, crying into your arms, you can’t believe he would just give up.

As the weather started to get warmer your heart seemed to mend itself, it was difficult, at first it the pain was unbearable and you didn’t know how you would be able to get through it, but you did. You and Dalton virtually lived on opposite sides of the school, you didn’t have any classes together and he hated parties so you didn’t come across him. Dalton hadn’t even tried to call, but maybe that was for the best. You wouldn’t have picked up if he had.

Soon yours and Dalton’s relationship seemed like a distant memory, like something out of a summer dream and just like she had the year before, Dalton’s mom invited you to their Fourth of July party. You debated on not going but you decided that you couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would run into him.

That’s where you found yourself at the precise moment, you were in the Lambert’s back garden, speaking with one of their neighbours. As you went to get a refill on your drink, a tall handsome figure went to stand at your side. You looked up at him, it looked as though he hadn’t slept in months and he’d cut his hair.

“I can’t dream without you,” he mumbled and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was the point.”

He shook his head, “no I mean, I can’t sleep without you. I need you Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb stroking across his skin gently, you still loved him, a part of you always would, “I can’t Dalton,” you sighed as his heart visibly broke and you stood up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his.

That was the last time you saw him for a very long time.

[pseudowho]

haitch i think this is a very personal question but i’m having this little moment in my life where i don’t know what i’m gonna do and you’re someone that i trust to make this question

how did you choose your major/job ? i’m brazilian and we had this huge exam that is basically the way to get into college/university and on the 13th i will get my results and depending on them i will know if i’m able to get to into a good place (here we have public universities, like you don’t pay shit but it’s kinda of hard to get in and you need to have “decent” results but we also have private ones)

i’m struggling because i don’t really have something that i dream of doing and i know that i don’t need to do something for the rest of my life based on the major that i did but it’s just so hard

i’m not against going to a different city/state for it, my main struggle is just deciding, obviously i know that going to a new place is going to be hard since everyone that i know lives in the same state as i do at this moment and going to a place without someone to help on a emergency is hard and probably dangerous

i’m just sad and anxious and i don’t know what to do with my life right now, i always thought that i was too stupid to do certain majors (i know i’m not but it’s hard to not think this was when you were never encouraged)

im really sorry for the long message just to ask a question, i just thought that giving you a little perspective would help

also i’m pretty sure that i made some grammatical mistakes but i’m sleep deprived and with a killing headache i’m sorry

Morning! 🌞 I'm sorry you're feeling shit. Take some pain relief and have some water if you can. I'm sure it's really late there, but early here.

The truth is, it's normal to not know what you want to do, with a job or career. Especially, as young as you are. Our society pushes us to choose a route early, before we even truly know ourselves, or what the world of work in any given career is like.

I, for instance, would choose something other than Midwifery, if I could go back with all the knowledge I have to my 18 year old self. It's not to say I don't love the job, and it's changed me as a person for the better I think; but it's also taken a lot away from me. As it is, I cannot regret it-- I've helped a lot of people and it's made me who I am today. But...you see what I mean. Still, I would choose something else.

It's important to accept that whatever job you take, it's how you grow as a person that will affect your future happiness the most. You are not your job. The way you grow to understand yourself as an adult, your morals and ethics, your ability to remain accountable for your actions and growth at all times, are vital, whether you're a cashier, or a horticulturalist,

Still, I'm realistic; you do, unfortunately, in the world in which we live, have to make a decision.

I think the best thing I can recommend, is trying to widen your perspective away from a singular job, and into an career area; ask yourself:

Is there a job I could do which would be adjacent to a lot of different jobs I may be interested in, one day?

Is there a job I could take, which would offer me further training opportunities which would make me a good candidate for a great number of different jobs?

Is there a job I can take which would offer me attractive transferable skills?

Is it more important, at this point in time, to choose any job in my local area, so I can work on myself, my anxiety and my self-confidence before I venture further into the world?

Don't be overwhelmed by these questions. You are not a failure if you don't launch headfirst into the career you will have for the rest of your life in your early twenties. It's just an opportunity to know yourself better. Build the infrastructure on which you're healthy enough, and varied enough in your transferable skills, to then confidently choose a career path if and when you feel ready. There will be opportunities.

You are smart and capable enough to do this. Come out of panic mode, and into the light.

And remember...as our favourite best boy says:

Whatever you do, there will always be an element of work that is shit.

But the moral of Nanami's story is that enjoying life should not be put on the back burner until certain 'ideal conditions' are met, and that you are not the sum of your job. And also that you should hit things that personally offend you, protect the weak, and remain suspicious of people you barely know who are touchy-feely. And you should help the babies.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[delusioniste]

Hi mod, i saw that you write for Prison Playbook, thank you so mucho 😭🙏🏽 can you pls do a headcanon or a oneshot for Captain Yoo (Haein's character), i'm obsessed w that man and i can't find any fics for him 🥺 pls i beg you 🙏🏽

유대위/Captain Yoo Jung-woo | Reader (슬기로운 감빵생활/Prison Playbook)

Hi darling, thanks for requesting xxx I don't exactly enjoy writing for widely liked and conventionally attractive characters but here you gooo! Hope you enjoy! Warning(s): suggestive at times

- Yoo Jung-woo is super down to earth (the okokok to your lalala basically) and embodies rationale and logical decision-making

- he does the finances, if you want to do them he will try to help even if his help is not needed because he's convinced he takes it more seriously than you

- law and order™

- however he has a lighter side and mucks around with you frequently à la rolling around the floor laughing at some sort of meme or funny anecdote or just because he farted and you attacked him for it

- enjoys cooking with you a lot, is good at noodle dishes

- likes to eat kimchi and spicy food but is not willing to actually make it himself (so you go to the shops instead)

- workout freak, 24/7

- never, ever skips the sport (makes sense because of his military profession lmao) and when at home encourages you to participate (personal trainer at no cost)

- smiles at you often with the attitude of letting you in on a secret, even when you're at the opposite end of the room

- favourite thing is holding hands with you

- dislikes formal wear like blazers and chinos and shirts except for his service uniform, has a varied collection of t-shirts

- you are so welcome to borrow them, he enjoys seeing them on you + slipping his hands underneath to put them on your hips and send you into shock with his cold skin

- likes scaring you with his cold skin in general

- conscious of duty and honour and has an extremely strong moral sense, is not afraid to defend you from any harassment and also anyone else he encounters for that matter

- punctuality is written in capitals, will forgive you if you're late though because he's your boyfriend

- likes swimming in mountain creeks and waterfalls, you often go on long hikes with him in national parks and other mountainous areas

- is ticklish

- you wearing his uniform beret

- is a sweet and soft kisser, not the type to eat your mouth out (he can do so if desired but he doesn't do that on a regular basis), always smiles at you after

- is a hugging person but in general less physical

- sits you down on the sofa or the floor and brushes your hair with painstaking care and love as if he's doing an asmr video

- gathers the fallen hairs and makes the effort of binning them for you

- you like going food shopping together

- his brother is so glad that Jung-woo has you, you get invited to their house often

- sexy time is varied and fun, you both like to switch and try out different things, he will be serious but also smile at you like an angel sent from heaven

- eats you out with relish

- will wash your hair for you when you shower (baths at home are uncommon in korea) (I know this bc I'm a korean myself)

- sleeps like a rock, is irritated if disturbed and will ignore you and try to get back to sleep

- when you're down or struggling he will talk you through it and offer reassurance, constructive criticism, hugs and rational solutions and a neutral perspective

- has fixed routines (again owing to the army) and is not the most flexible person tbh, likes being prepared but doesn't get angry if he isn't

- generally slow to anger, is a forgiver and forgetter, but also can deliver the driest, most humiliating, holier-than-thou, withering lectures ever

- a sweet boyfriend to have

[gayshitinfinite]

16, 20, 23, 25 🌷

xxx

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

one of the smartest, coolest people i know (like go through their blog SERIOUSLY). she's really funny and well-versed in her memes ( i have no idea how u possess the talent to think/find those things and edit so quickly. like how????? the talont, the skills, i could never).

finder of cursed emojis and maker of the cutest crocheted (crocheyed?) baymax plushie, i bow down to you. i admire your strength to keep going no matter how long it takes. thank you for every time you've listened to my problems and for sharing (and for "bringing me" ramen soup (i hope they make a kanji one soon.... or not. the ramen one is really good too), you are a good friend<3333

16.what do you want most in the world right now?

self control?(......that sounds so bad dude). to be more conscious of whats happening instead of just letting things happen (u ever wanna get out of your body and shake yourself by the shoulders and scream 'bitch u have agency, u can make decisions, u can make actions. u r not some character doomed by the narrative or something'). motivation. i'd really like some motivation abt now. god i just wanna do something. anything really. just start something, or pick up something i left off, or idk finish things.

i really want to scream 'stop leaving shit and stop being scared of trying or doing something all the time. GOD' at myself

do something. yeah i really wanna do something ( she sounds like she cud be talking abt drugs. she is not. she's talking abt painting a mushroom (the fungus), 2 girls kissing,funny pictures of cats. binding a book, making funny/cute earrings (or just fucking completing her eng h.w for god's sake)

i'd really like to do things again. i miss it so badly u have no idea. i no longer want to pretend to be cool and mysterious and like, its hard to make me smile or amuse me. i wanna feel joy like that again. i wanna love passionately. i just want to learn and create something. i want to practice a skill and see it's effects bear fruits, uk. im so tired of laying around watching time pass me by and feeling regretful and disappointed and so so guilty for no reason. like can u do something different for MY sake plsss. im so tired and i dont wanna rest. im so tired of resting. i'd really like to stop being paralyzed and overwhelmed by the things i want to do. and instead just start something. or complete one thing i left off. just pick it up again. one thing. one thing for now.

so.. yeah, get my shit together and do something. thats what i wud like to do

23.favorite piece of clothing?

a frilly (kind of) white shirt with little bit lace on it that makes me feel like a pirate. a blue jacket (actually a hand-me-down-shirt), a handme down tshirt.

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.?

honestly, i really love hugs. getting hugs or holding hands with people i love and care abt. but i guess that's not a 'personal gift'.

i really love notes or like letters. like write me something stupid and I would probably keep it forever.

i love being send memes, or articles or quotes or poetry(esp. if it like breaks something in me and puts me back together or something for a sec). ig i like getting written stuff. huh thats something i havent noticed abt myself.

i also like getting music recs or cute jimkis(jhumkis) or hanging earrings.

thankyou sumi for the ask<33333( calling you sumi without chechi added feels weird. should i call u chechi?)

[smalllittlepoems]

a closet on fire/the definition of worse

every word out of your mouth feels like judgement

like i’m not enough

smart enough

strong enough

wise enough

good enough

and it hurts

when underneath grand declarations

of unconditional love

of acceptance

is the fear

the fear that i am somehow different

now that you know

the fear that i’ve been influenced

the fear that i’ll be hurt

the fear that i’ll regret it

you fear me

and you fear for me

to you i am just a child

whose words must be taken with a grain of salt

who tells tall tales

for attention

who doesn’t know enough of the world

to be trusted to make decisions for herself

who must be smiled at

gently

and steered away from the open flame

and i tell myself that it could be worse

but i had no expectations in the first place

i was hoping for a dismissal

a change in subjects

but in a change of fates

i was the one disappointed

not angry just disappointed

when instead of anything else

i got doubt

“we’ll you never had sex with a [xxx] before so how could you know”

“you’re still so young, don’t make up your mind just yet”

an interrogation

“are you sure?”

“so if a [xxx] asked you out you wouldn’t even give [xxx] a chance?”

a plea

“you’re limiting yourself”

“you’re letting society rule you”

what i don’t tell you is that

no i’m not limiting myself

i am establishing boundaries

(something i thought you would understand

when all you do is keep up walls

“i don’t trust them”

“don’t tell them that”

“you’ll only get hurt”)

(i knew you would not understand

you who would wish me to have no boundaries

“secrets hold no place between us”

“tell me everything”

so that i may doubt you

distrust is an insidious thing)

what i don’t tell you is that

society would control me

if i didn’t tell

if i lived in fear of the potential hurt

not knowing that i would be my own worst enemy

the warden and the prisoner

(i knew neither of you would understand

when you think that there is a default

and that anything else

is by influence

a control that is not my own

you would not understand

when one of you lives in a pink world

and the other lives

in a world of shadows and betrayal

of your own conception

when you think that the worst control

comes from someone else

and not yourself

you are a hypocrite)

and i tell you none of this

because you are older

and wiser

and you’ve been burned before

and you don’t want me to get hurt

and you’re just looking out for me

and you don’t mean to offend me

and i know you love me

i do

…

i do

but you make no sense

am i giving myself an advantage

because it’s “cool”

and “hip”

and “trendy”

and “whatever else the kids say these days. lit?”

or am i making myself a target

for ridicule

for scorn

for hate

(you cried for me

and i don’t know if it made me love you

or hate you)

am i limiting myself

making it so that no [xxx] will ask me out

leaving me sad

and alone

when

(not if)

i change my mind

or would i be limiting myself if i said nothing

if i was not limited

(“how many very staunchly religious women, if you asked them and got them to answer truthfully, would say that they’d had feelings for other women before” a lot “that’s right, that’s why you can’t limit yourself”)

(and when i asked if it was better to fear

to fear others so much that i would kill my own self

to conform to them

or to risk that harm

and allow myself to flourish

to be myself

as messy as that can be

you couldn’t answer me)

but i am lucky

because you still love me

even if it now tinged by:

fear

distrust

and disappointment

it could be worse

so i must still love you

even as my eyes prickle

and a cave opens it’s hungry mouth in my chest

i must smile

“no of course you didn’t offend me”

“oh no it’s ok i understand”

“i love you”

(i must comfort you when i am the one

whom you just killed a part of)

and then i hide

i play loud music

i eat chocolate by the bars

i stare at the wall

i watch cartoons

i giggle hysterically

and i don’t cry

because all things considered

it could be worse

…

it could be worse

[callsign-jinx]

My Love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First of all, I hope your knee gets better soon! Or seeing how late I am to write I hope it is already okay and well!! On the topic of being late... I am so sorry for not writing to you in so long!!! I was down with very high fever for a few days (I even managed to collapse 3 times out of dehydration, so well done me.... I'm okay now) and it took me a while to get caught up with all the incredible amazingness that you wrote and with all the things that happened, so sorry again, for being late! 💗💗💗 xxx

Secondly! Congratulations on 1.4k followers!!!! You absolutely deserve it and more!!! You work so much and at such an incredible level, honestly I am in awe of you Darling!!! Well done!!!

Thirdly. "No Rest for The Fallen is cancelled and I will erase the posts later" - I am so, so, so incredibly sorry to hear this!!! It was one of the best fics out there and the idea was so fresh and exciting. But I totally understand your decision, it is just so heartbreaking that you had to make this decision. Lots of love to you Dear 💗💗💗

Also... this is gonna be a long message, for which I apologise.

Okay! Without further ado:

Cuddles is amazing!!! Thank you so much for writing it, I am completely melted by it!!! This: - "“You could use a nap. I’ll stay here until you wake up.” He promises, his fingertips drawing circles over the free skin of your arm." - is so soft!!!! I love it!!! 💗💗💗

I will catch up with Desperate Times, Desperate Measures as soon as possible, it looks amazing from the moodboard and the premise is impeccable!

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 28 is incredible!!!

""Babe, breathe. You're heavily pregnant, and I don't want you to be stressed." Jake pleads, trying to make Red sit down. But it’s useless." - got to love how Jake went from "my wife will handle this" to "wifey, please don't hadle this, it's not good for the baby", hahaha love this, love how attentive and worried he is 💗

"“Give me a name, I’ll find them.”" - Jazz is a literal superhero, love her 💗

"“Wait… her father is Richard Attwater?”" - and the plot thickens so much!!! Ah all the drama and difficulties that come at them!!! Love it! So excited to see how they'll get over this!!!

""If you finish that sentence I will put you to bed myself."", ""This is getting too kinky for me."" - hahaha, not Jake traumatizing everyone with his taking care of his wife, hahaha

"Red sighs again, entering the room and sitting on the bed. "Yeah, but just because Flynn isn't real."" - I love how you write their banter, and how Red never lets Jake get too confident. You crafted their dynamics so well!!!

"Jake turns off the light and gets in bed with Red, kissing her belly and whispering lovely words to his baby girl before cuddling with the love of his life and falling asleep." - the domesticity!!!! My heart!!! Love them!

"Together." - yesss!!!! I love that they all can rely on each other and their Family being so strong when they are working together!!! Love it!!! 💗💗💗

Baking date with Javy headcanons are so incredibly sweet, you melted me again with them!!! And the Dad!Bob and The Floyds headcanons are also just heartmeltingly cute and so on point!!! So are the Sleeping with Bradley headcanons, just so on point and so beautiful!!! And I absolutely love the Camila Garcia headcanons!!! Love that Mickey is a grandma's boy, it suits him so well!!! 💗💗💗

Tasting the Ashes A broken man is just so heartbreaking and heartmelting at the same time!!! It makes my heart feel so full, my goodness!!!

"He’s a father now. And he has to take care of three people who depend on him. Here comes yet another responsibility that he’s not ready for." - poor Bradley feeling unprepared. I can relate so much!! Even though I have never had twins, or any kids... But you captured his feeling of unreadiness so well!!!

"“I think you’re the one who needs something. Want to talk?”" - I love that Hen just knows he needs to talk, their connection is beautiful!!!

"Now is his turn to finally confess his deepest secret." - yesss!!! Sharing secrets at appropriate times!!! It is so great that both Hen and Rooster feel safe enough to do so 💗

"“Talk to me, Rooster.”" - this sentence has a special place in my heart, love that it is used regularly with Bradley 💗

"“We protect the people we love, birdy. My mother taught me that.” He explains, looking over the crib, smiling when he notices Carole stir in her sleep, as if she had understood that they were talking about her namesake." - awwww, every reference to Carole is so sweet!!! The connection between her and baby Carole is so sweet too!! 💗 And I love the way you make both Bradley and Goose reveal small bits and pieces about her! You manage to do it in such an organic and natural way, it never feels forced or like an exposition! You are so talented!!!! And it is also so lovely to see that both Bradshaw men feel so comfortable with Hen that they share information about Carole, arguably one of the most important woman in their lives... Ah, just absolutely beautiful!!!! 💗💗💗

"“You had babies with a broken man, Hen.” Bradley closes his eyes, ready for the hundred questions that will surely follow in the next ten seconds. But they don’t come. You don’t say a thing.", "“I had babies with a scarred man, Bradley. That doesn’t mean that you’re broken.” You place your hand on his cheek, moving his face so he’s looking at you. “Look at me, please.”" - poor Bradley!!!! Thinking of himself as broken and having that burden on his shoulders!!! But I love the way you have Hen disputing this idea immediately and reacting totally differently to how Brad expects! Again, their dynamics is so beautiful!!! 💗💗💗

""I'm sure you're aware that I was taken as a prisoner by the enemy in Afghanistan." You nod, and he follows his story. “I won’t get into many details, because I don’t want you to have those images in your mind, but… I need to get this off my chest, I haven’t even told my dad.”" - awww, I love that Rooster is sharing so much with Hen, it really deepens their relationship and I love the way you write them 💗

"“It was the only place where I felt safe. Up in the air, alone in my aircraft… Nobody could touch me.” He admits, and looks at you. “I still dream about those days. And sometimes, when I close my eyes, I fear that when I open them, I’m back in those tunnels.”" - my heart!!!! 😭💗 Poor, poor Bradley!!!

"“If I’m not broken, why does nobody love me?”" - my goodness!!! My heart!!! Again, just poor Bradley thinking he is not loved!!! When he is loved by so many!!! Awww!!! 😭💗

"“Then people are dumb. What a pussy you have to be to get scared by some scarred skin.” You scoff, being mad that somebody could reject someone as precious and wonderful as Bradley Bradshaw." - yes, Hen!!! I love that she is so ready to make Bradley believe that he is loveable and that it is not his fault if some people are too scared to get to know him and get close to him. Incredible writing my Love!!! 💗

"“Bradley… Once my c-section is healed, want to go out on a date?”", "“So… are you giving us a chance?” He asks, more enthusiastically than ever.", "But he knows that those are going to be the longest six weeks of his life." - yes, yes, yes, yes!!!! Love that Bradley is like "what's a few more weeks?" but internally he is crying about his blue balls.... 😂💗 I love the way you got them to this point where finally they are both ready to give their relationship an actual shot and stop running from their feelings that are clearly there! Beautiful, incredible, amazing, heartwarming, wholesome, magnificent writing my Beloved!!!! 💗💗💗💗

And all of your WIPs sound so fantastic! Cannot wait to read them!!! 💗💗💗

The Crimson Roses and Broken Crowns (Seeing Red Season 2) character mood boards are stunning!!! And they got me so excited for the series!!! Amazing!!! 💗💗💗

Hold my hand also looks incredible, cannot wait to see how it will go!

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 30 is so exiting! I love thta Nat was the one proposing!!! And that Javy cried, hahaha, love them both! And that Nat tries to convince Javy not to say anything to the others yet, haha, so sweet! 💗

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 31 is also so heartmelting! I love that they are working through the problem together. Poor Jinx being plagued by anxiety attacks and Fanboy having to deal with the guilt of being the cause of them... But you depict their relationship beautifully!!! And I love to see them grow together in their love!!! 💗

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 32 is so cute! Amelia and Sam are just relationship goals! Love them so much! 💗 "Himbrother" is also an incredible revelaton, I am in awe!! 😂💗

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 33 is so good!!! I love the ⭐FAM⭐ chat!!! Everyone being funny and lovely and just planning their everydays together 💗💗💗 Just love it! And Jake asking Jinx the gender of the day is so lovely!!!! The details!!! The domesticity!!!! And all the babies!!! Love them!!!! 💗💗💗

Tasting the Ashes Chapter 34 is also just awwww, love my Top Girls!!! And Jinx finally deciding to go and tell Mickey the feelings! So exciting!!! 💗💗💗 Love all the girls being so supportive!!! 💗💗💗

And Tasting the Ashes Chapter 35, my loves 💗 Love the moments between Red and Jake, they are always so sweet! Red telling Jake not to drink much is also just so funny to me. Love it! 💗💗💗

My lovely Darling, I love your writing still so much, you are absolutely amazing and incredible and unique and beautiful!!! Thank you so much for continuously sharing your unbelievable talent with us!!! 💗💗💗💗

So much love and so many hugs to you!!! 💗💗💗💗💗

(Your fiancée italics anon 💚)

MY LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU'RE BACK 😭😭😭😭😭 I misssed you a lot :(

First of all, I hope your knee gets better soon! Or seeing how late I am to write I hope it is already okay and well!! On the topic of being late... I am so sorry for not writing to you in so long!!! I was down with very high fever for a few days (I even managed to collapse 3 times out of dehydration, so well done me.... I'm okay now) and it took me a while to get caught up with all the incredible amazingness that you wrote and with all the things that happened, so sorry again, for being late! 💗💗💗 xxx

hONEY ARE YOU OKAY???? omg please take care of yourself and don't be sorry for being late, my work is gonna be here always! don't worry about it.

Secondly! Congratulations on 1.4k followers!!!! You absolutely deserve it and more!!! You work so much and at such an incredible level, honestly I am in awe of you Darling!!! Well done!!!

Thank you so much my love! It means a lot to me to achieve such a milestone!

Thirdly. "No Rest for The Fallen is cancelled and I will erase the posts later" - I am so, so, so incredibly sorry to hear this!!! It was one of the best fics out there and the idea was so fresh and exciting. But I totally understand your decision, it is just so heartbreaking that you had to make this decision. Lots of love to you Dear 💗💗💗

This... i keep thinking about it and i can't let it go. I might finish it and just share it with the people who want to read it. I just loved that idea so much, i want to finish it. For me.

"Red sighs again, entering the room and sitting on the bed. "Yeah, but just because Flynn isn't real."" - I love how you write their banter, and how Red never lets Jake get too confident. You crafted their dynamics so well!!!

listen- i love them to pieces but Red wouldn't be red without a bit of tease hahahah. (Also, in case you don't know, in Hold my hand, i'm planning to use Red as an OC and watching them fall in love is so amazing jkshdsfkdsds)

"“We protect the people we love, birdy. My mother taught me that.” He explains, looking over the crib, smiling when he notices Carole stir in her sleep, as if she had understood that they were talking about her namesake." - awwww, every reference to Carole is so sweet!!! The connection between her and baby Carole is so sweet too!! 💗 And I love the way you make both Bradley and Goose reveal small bits and pieces about her! You manage to do it in such an organic and natural way, it never feels forced or like an exposition! You are so talented!!!! And it is also so lovely to see that both Bradshaw men feel so comfortable with Hen that they share information about Carole, arguably one of the most important woman in their lives... Ah, just absolutely beautiful!!!! 💗💗💗

As someone who has lost an important woman in my life recently, I realized that once they're gone, you don't just ramble about them whenever you have the chance. It comes in small pieces, something triggers a memory and you share it with the person in front of you. So yeah, i wanted to show how much Carole means to them, and how they keep her in their minds, but they just can't share all the details about her

Thank you for all your comments love, and I missed you a lot! Hope you're feeling better 💚💚💚💚💚

[legguk]

Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

———

The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

xxx

And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

•

“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

———

hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )

[gunsatthaphan]

Hiii I'm the anon last week who said that JiWoo left SeoJoon to 'protect' him. Lmao I just want to tell you that I absolutely fkn hate this trope too haha 😂 It just didn't occur to me to say that in the ask lol sorry it was so confusing. But yeah I didn't want TMS2 to turn into WBL2 (that first had the misconception trope and then the “I’m doing this to protect you” trope, with never explaining anything and hurting both of them 🙄). 

The misunderstanding thing I think I had a harder time with, bc I thought JW and SJ established a solid ground after what already happened in s1. Like even if it's hard for JW, eventually it works between them, “If it’s hard for you I’ll come to you” from S1 and then the flashback with the hangers from s2 showed that they worked together. JW tells what’s up and SJ gives him help and patience with that. Or I thought so lol…😞

But yeah at the time I was just speculating with what we had which wasn’t much, and now we still don’t have much either 😅 but I think it just comes to JW and the fears he has. Such as the fact they don’t have the same style of life, SJ spends his money on big things; and he’s an actor and already had troubles in the past with bad press, so JW doesn’t want to hurt his career. And that falls under the ‘protect’ thing. That I don’t agree with bc a couple should make decisions TOGETHER and not break the other person’s heart to fkn pieces and at the end hurting him even more!!! 

So anyways I hope they resolve that quickly lol. For maybe SJ telling him he'd chosen to still be with him. And to give him hell before going back together of course 😌

hii there anon!!! 💜 

I’m so sorry that I’m taking forever to answer but I’ve been so busy lately 😔 

but anyway I know right??? that trope is just so dumb 🙄 

I also agree about the misunderstanding thing. The miscommunication card is so cliché and I wish there was less of that in bls nowadays lol. Although I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue for SJ & JW because can’t have miscommunication issues if you don’t communicate to begin with amirite djkhgkd oh god. But also yes, they have proven to make it work, we know from season 1 that there is definitely enough love on both sides and also enough devotion on SJ’s side to make it work but maybe that’s also part of the issue. Maybe JW ended up relying too much on that and thought SJ would eventually come find him and fix everything without JW having to lift a finger. like it’s always been. but oops that’s not the case this time. go figure. 

JW not wanting to hurt SJ’s career is not an invalid argument obviously but just,,,,, no. I can’t accept that lmao. Not good enough. Do better lol. 

I’m repeating myself but I just hope we will get that explanation and it better be something more sensible than whatever JW was babbling back then.....

xxx

[abused-sides]

Hungry [dead dove: do not eat]

    Trigger warning: someone dies from a food allergy and it’s VERY graphic, it’s an unsympathetic character. This is also written from someone who has a ton of severe food allergies, including the one that’s used, so it’s not some random asshole making light of a situation. Abusive relationships, death, murder, unsympathetic character is murdered

note: please read the trigger warnings and do not fucking read if it’ll bother/trigger you, this is the last warning

    xxx 

    Every morning, Janus ran out to buy him and Remus coffees while Remus stayed behind and burnt their breakfast. 

    Logan woke up to the smoke detector screaming and the rest of their roommates groaning while Roman frantically waved a blanket and snapped at his brother (Janus still smiled when he came home). It was as good of an alarm clock as any. 

    Every morning, Logan scraped together breakfast for a boyfriend he didn’t love. 

    Remus and Janus’ voices carried over from the living room as they ate on the couch. Logan used the burnt remnants of their stove to make bacon and eggs, something he could cook in his sleep. He wasn’t sleeping, though—He was focused on Remus and Janus. 

    “So,” Remus stole a piece of bacon and talked with his mouth full, “when’s the oaf getting up?” 

    Janus sipped at his coffee. “Obligatory defensive comment incoming,” he murmured, and Remus wrapped an arm around his waist. 

    “Don’t make fun of him,” Logan announced. 

    As much as Patton begged everyone to get along, Remus was never one to hide how he felt. Neither was Jaxon. 

    “You know he doesn’t do it on purpose, and you know he’ll be down here any second,” he whispered, and bumped Remus with his hip, who laughed. “Get out of here!” 

    Remus finished the bacon and said, “I gotta get to work anyway.” 

    That didn’t stop him from making out with Janus a good few minutes before leaving. 

    Jaxon stumbled into the kitchen sleepily. 

    “Morning, J,” Logan said quietly. 

    He hated Jaxon’s first appearance—he was too tired for Logan to tell what type of mood he was in. He used to stay quiet until he knew for sure, but Jaxon snapped at him once and said, “When you don’t say good morning, it feels like you’re mad at me or you don’t care about me.”

    Logan always said good morning now.

    Jaxon ignored him, took his plate, and went back upstairs. Logan relaxed. 

    “Just let me know when you want me to kill him for you,” Janus sneered, then ducked into his and Remus’ room. 

    Roman left for work next, singing on his way out, followed by Patton, who kissed Logan’s cheek and told him to stay safe. Virgil worked nights and didn’t wake until well after 3pm. Janus used noise-cancelling headphones while he worked. As much as Logan tried, he couldn’t get a shift today. He was essentially alone with Jaxon. 

    His stomach churned. 

    He went to his computer. 

    It didn’t take long for Jaxon to come back downstairs. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders and nuzzled into his neck. 

    “What’s going on?” Jaxon asked. “You’re tense.” 

    Logan’s shoulders relaxed. “I just have a lot of work to do.” 

    “So? Take a break. Come hang out with me.” 

    “Jaxon…” Logan frowned at the screen. “I have a deadline.” 

    Jaxon yanked his arms back. “Are you mad at me or something?” 

    Logan looked over his shoulder. “What? No. Why would I be mad?” 

    He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, brown eyes hard. “Because you haven’t hung out with me all week. I never see you anymore.” 

    “I work right here in the living room because you wanted to see me more,” Logan insisted. “And we watched three movies last night. We can watch three more tonight.” 

    “Well I don’t wanna force you.”

    Janus’ door creaked open. “That’s exactly what you want to do. Can you two quiet down?” 

    “Come with me,” Jaxon growled under his breath and grabbed Logan’s wrist. 

    Logan stumbled after him. 

    “HEY!” Janus stormed forward and grabbed Logan’s other wrist. “He has a deadline. He needs to work. Have you no manners?” 

    “Sorry, princess, I wasn’t raised in a castle.” Jaxon yanked Logan hard enough for his shoulder to ache. 

    “You’re hurting me,” he said desperately. 

    “Let go of him.” Janus’ eyes were deadly slits. His teeth were fangs, his grip of a Boa. 

    Logan pulled—he’d get punished for that later—until Jaxon let go and he stumbled back into Janus’ arms. Janus quickly righted him then took his hands away. Logan shivered. 

    “We’ll talk about this later,” Jaxon mumbled, “when the snake isn’t around.” 

    He turned and stomped up the stairs. The door slammed, and Logan flinched. 

    “I’m sorry,” he spouted as he turned to Janus. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.” 

    “Don’t worry about it.” 

    “And what he said—” 

    “I am a snake. It’s great. Is your wrist okay?” 

    Logan held it up. The skin was clear, but a bruise would surely show. “It’s fine. He almost…” He forced a laugh, “almost dislocated my shoulder, though.” 

    “Let me take a look at it. Sit down.” 

    Logan sat and Janus tugged his loose neckline down enough to expose his shoulder. Janus hummed. 

    “Is it hurting?” 

    “Just a little. I’m okay.” 

    “Let me get some ice.” 

    Janus came back a moment later and settled the icepack on Logan’s shoulder. 

    “Why haven’t you kicked us out?” Logan asked quietly. 

    “Because if he left, you’d go with him. And we like you a lot.” Janus ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, who leaned into the touch. “Besides, we have better plans for him. We’re killing him, remember?” 

    Logan laughed, and prayed to God Jaxon didn’t hear. 

    xxx 

    Logan didn’t see Jaxon again until dinner. Roman and Remus were play-fighting in the kitchen, yelling over the boiling of a stew. Patton and Virgil were watching a horror movie on the couch, Janus sat at their feet. Virgil kept kicking him. 

    Jaxon came down the stairs as Logan asked to help with dinner. Remus quickly took Logan under his arm. 

    “Yeah! Stir this for me. Hey, Jaxon. I’ve got Logan helping me here.” 

    “I missed you at lunch today,” Logan said over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Feeling sick?” 

    “A little,” he mumbled. “Will you eat with me?” 

    Logan melted. “Of course. Remus, is this safe for him?” 

    Remus grabbed Logan’s shoulder. Logan furrowed his eyebrows as they locked eyes. 

    “Yes.” Remus tapped something on the counter. “Janus and Roman helped me.” 

    Logan glanced down. 

    Peanut powder. 

    He swallowed. 

    “It’s perfectly safe for Jaxon.” 

    Blood rushed through Logan’s ears. 

    “No, actually.” Logan sucked in a shuddering breath. “No, I want to make him something myself.” 

    Remus’ shoulders slumped. “I understand. I guess.” 

    “But…” Logan grabbed his hand. “You can make it again if I ask?” 

    Roman set a hand on Logan’s lightly purpled shoulder. “We absolutely can.” 

    Logan got to work making Jaxon grilled cheese sandwiches, and they ate in the living room with everyone else. Jaxon kept wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips like he was rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

    “Everything okay, Jax?” Patton asked sweetly. 

    “There’s no peanuts in that, right? Something about the smell is setting me off.” 

    “Nope.” Janus laid his head in Remus’ lap. “We know about your allergy, Jaxon. We’re careful.” 

    xxx 

    That night, Logan stayed up late with Jaxon watching movies. Logan fell asleep cuddled against Jaxon’s chest and woke up the next morning snuggled with him in bed. 

    He hauled himself out of bed, heavy with exhaustion, as the smoke alarm screamed. Janus kissed Remus on the cheek before leaving for their coffees. Remus cracked another egg in the pan. Roman sang Disney at the top of his lungs as he got ready in the bathroom, Virgil pounding on the door demanding that he needed to piss. Patton snapped that there’s another bathroom upstairs and that if those two didn’t stop fighting he’d lose his mind. 

    Logan found a path in the kitchen to grab the stuff for French toast. He pushed aside Remus’ used dishes and ingredients to set his own down. 

    “How are you feeling?” Remus asked as Logan whisked. “You know, about the decision you made.” 

    “Good,” he admitted. “I think it was the right call.” 

    Remus set the spatula down hard. “So how else do you wanna proceed?” 

    Logan’s whisks slowed. “I… I don’t know. Last time I talked about maybe taking a break, he—” 

    “Hey, Jaxon!” Patton greeted cheerfully. 

    Logan snapped his mouth shut. 

    “Morning, handsome.” Jaxon kissed the back of Logan’s neck. 

    He smiled as Jaxon poured them both juice. “It was the right decision.”

    xxx 

    “Logan!” Jaxon bounded down the stairs. “When are you stopping for lunch?” 

    “Um…” Logan shifted in his seat. “I had lunch.” 

    Jaxon stopped. “What?” 

    “It was quick.” Logan pushed back in the chair to face Jaxon. “Just a snack, really. Then I got right back to work.” 

    “Why would you eat without me? I knew it, you are mad at me. We always have lunch together.” 

    “I know, I’m sorry—”

    “If you know, why did you eat without me? What did I even do?”

    “You didn’t do anything!” 

    “But you’re mad at me.” 

    “I’m not mad at you!”

    “THEN WHY WOULD YOU EAT WITHOUT ME?”

    Logan flinched. 

    Jaxon grabbed his wrist and hauled him to his feet. “Don’t be a baby! Just tell me!” 

    He slammed Logan into the wall just as Janus’ door opened. Logan’s head bounced off the paint, his eye erupting in pain. 

    “Get off,” Janus snapped. 

    “This is none of your business! Go back to work!” 

    Janus pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed three numbers. 

    “Put the phone down!” 

    “I need someone here right away, my roommate—”

    Jaxon leapt ten steps back. Logan crumpled in on himself, pressed against the wall where Jaxon left him. 

    “I think he’s calming down now,” Janus said into the phone. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I would like you to remain on the line.” 

    Jaxon grabbed his wallet and keys, and stormed out. The door slammed and Logan flinched. 

    “He’s gone now. Thank you for your help. Let me ask.” He pressed the phone to his shirt. “Do you want to press charges? Do you want the police to come?” 

    Logan shook his head, eyes watering. “I want to make dinner.” 

    xxx 

    “That again?” Jaxon asked, peering over Logan’s shoulder. 

    Logan stirred the thick broth. “You didn’t get to try it. It’s good.” 

    Jaxon shrugged. “Is your eye okay?”

    “It’ll heal.” 

    He left. Logan grabbed the peanut powder and dumped in a generous amount, then left it to boil and cook down. 

    Everyone stared at Jaxon as they ate. Logan finished his bowl and grabbed seconds. Pale blotches appeared on Jaxon’s face. His lips swelled. 

    “Are you sure this doesn’t have peanuts?” He asked nervously. “I don’t feel great.” 

    “My eye hurts,” Logan announced. 

    “I have some medicine for it.” Remus kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.” 

    Jaxon glared. “Kiss your own boyfriend!” 

    By the time Remus came back, Jaxon’s throat was swelling shut. “Drive me to a hospital,” he demanded in a hoarse voice. 

    Patton knelt between Logan’s legs and applied the cream Remus bought to Logan’s browbone and the top of his cheekbone. 

    “Dinner was good,” Virgil said. “Are you gonna finish yours, Jax?” 

    He glared and stumbled for the door. “What the hell is this?” 

    Virgil shrugged and grabbed Jaxon’s bowl, downing the rest. Roman leaned against the door with his arms crossed. Jaxon threw a punch, but Roman easily ducked against Jaxon’s weak, wobbling frame. 

    “Oh, God, are you okay?” Patton gasped. “Call an ambulance!” 

    Jaxon collapsed to his knees as his body convulsed. His hands dug into the carpet. He vomited, elbows and knees locking. 

    “Shit, did we add peanut?” Roman asked. “Old habits.” 

    “What’s the number again?” Remus stared at his phone in confusion. 

    “What’s… wrong… with you… all…” Jaxon gasped through his throw up. 

    “911, I think,” Logan mumbled. “Are you okay, love?” 

    “I need someone here right away. My roommate is having an allergic reaction. He was eating alone, we didn’t catch it very fast— yes. Okay, I understand. Mhm.” He gave them the address then hung up. 

    Janus, Remus, and Roman turned on the T.V. Logan and Patton got to work cleaning up after dinner. Virgil stared Jaxon down. 

    He was dead before the paramedics arrived. 

    xxx 

    The smoke alarm blared. Logan hauled himself out of the warm bed and came out of Janus and Remus’ room. 

    “Slept long enough,” Janus said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist. 

    Logan leaned his head on Janus’ shoulder. “Coffee?” 

    “Yeah. Let’s go.” 

    “Breakfast is almost ready!” Remus called. “Hurry up!” 

    “I HAVE TO PISS, ROMAN!” 

    “THERE ARE TWO BATHROOMS!” 

    Logan got into the car with Janus. Janus pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest coffee shop. 

    “How are you feeling?” Janus asked, reaching over and taking his hand. 

    “Hungry.” 

[amythedvdhoarder]

Making Decisions

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve lets something slip which results in you being removed from missions. Needless to say you’re not impressed

Warnings: Little bit of angst, the occasional bad language word, implied smut and lots of fluffy goodness.

Word count: 3.3K

A/N: (Gif not mine) I love a fluffy fic and am going through a Steve phase right now. Sooooo why not combine the two in honour of amazing August writing challenge hosted by the lovely @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817. I used the prompt “We’re not done yet.” 

Not beta read, any mistakes are my own.

Reblogs and feedback are most welcome, so let me know what you think x

Masterlist

xxx

You bit down on your bottom lip hard, the coppery taste of blood told you the delicate flesh had torn under the pressure. The sensation was the only think stopping you from shouting at the men sat opposite you. The anger coursing through you was simmering just below the surface, threatening to reveal itself at any minute.

Steve knew just by looking at you. How could he not? Your knee was bouncing up and down in an attempt to keep your temper at bay, eyes flashing dangerously in open defiance of what you were being told. What Steve was more concerned about was what was going to happen when you got home that night. He knew he was going to be in for it. He had told Tony the news in confidence as a warning, but Tony being Tony had jumped the gun, told Fury and it had been taken out of his hands. He hadn’t even realised what this meeting was about until you had walked in and he had put two and two together.

“We just think it’s for the best,” Fury said matter of factly.

“Do I at least get to ask why? I am still more than capable of doing my job,” you tried to keep the frustration out of your voice but you could tell by Steve’s wince next to you it hadn’t worked.

“Come on Y/N, it’s obvious isn’t it. This way we can guarantee your safety but also it prevents missions being compromised; we couldn’t do our jobs if we have to worry about you the whole time,” Tony replied.

“Worry about me? I am more than capable of taking care of myself. What is really pissing me off is that it isn’t your decision to make,” your voice was getting louder. Steve reached out and put his hand on your thigh, trying to calm you down. But the dirty look you shot him made him pull it back quickly and raise his hands apologetically.

“Y/N you’re not being fair. We have a responsibility to take care of the team. We are only do this because we care about you. It’s only 18months. You’re going to be occupied anyway,” Tony countered yet again.

You rounded on Steve now. “Have you got anything to say about this Captain?” His eyes widened at your challenge but he remained silent. Steve should have been backing you up but opted to remain silent, his silence speaking volumes to you; he agreed with them.

“Seems the decision is made. If you need anything don’t bother asking me.” The men didn’t have time to react as you got to your feet and headed out of the conference room.

Steve glared at Tony and Fury. Tony had the decency to look a little bit guilty about what had just happened but Fury, well he just shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the outcome.

“Steve-,” Tony started.

“Save it Tony, a heads up would have been nice.” Steve cut him off before heading out to follow you back to the apartment.

You heard footsteps behind you, knowing it would be Steve, you didn’t bother turning around. He was partly to blame for this.  As you reached your apartment you didn’t bother closing the door. You went straight to the bedroom and started pulling out your gym clothes. You heard the door go and Steve walk in. Ignoring him you went into the bathroom and locked the door. Steve sat on the bed and waited patiently for you to come out, hoping you were a little calmer and would be willing to listen.

Five minutes later you emerged; hair pulled up into a high pony all ready for the gym. He didn’t say anything but just watched you as you leant down and pulled on your trainers.

“I’m off for a run,” you stated flatly.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You paused and looked at him.

“I wasn’t asking permission.”

Steve groaned “Honey, can you please stay so we can talk about this?”

“Now you want to talk? Didn’t seem like you had much to say earlier,” you bit back

As Steve stood up and walked towards you, you took another step towards the door.

“Please let me explain.” He sounded desperate now.

“I don’t think so.” You yanked open the door.

“Y/N. We’re not done yet,” he called after you.

xxx

Years ago, you had discovered that running helped clear your head. Whenever you were stressed or wound up an hours run would help put everything into perspective. Actually, running was how you had met Steve. You had been with Sam that day in Washington when Steve showed up, running literal rings around the pair of you. Both of you had followed Steve during his mission to take down Hydra, then during his search for Bucky. After that, when all of you were exiled things shifted between the two of you and the rest was history.

The tension began to leave your body as your feet thudded against the treadmill. You really wanted to go for a run outside of the compound but you knew Steve would have insisted on coming with you, even if you weren’t really on speaking terms. To be honest you understood why you had been taken off missions, you were going to step back anyway, but you wanted to do it on your terms. You had always been fiercely independent, being part of a team was challenging at times but you had always had some input. But having a decision made for you without being consulted made you feel like you weren’t in control anymore.

Steve wanted to follow you down to the gym but realised he needed to give you some space, some time to calm down. He understood why you were pissed off. He would have felt exactly the same. Tony would have to be dealt with later, the stupid idiot probably thought he was helping not realising the fallout telling Fury would cause. Since finding out, Steve had discussed what you wanted to do moving forward; you wanted to complete the last couple of missions you had prepared for, before taking a step back and doing more background work for the team. Steve supported you, he didn’t like it, but it was your decision. Whilst it was inevitable that you would have to cut back your involvement with the team, Steve was also questioning what he should do. He hadn’t discussed it with you yet, but he had an idea.

xxx

He was laying on the bed when you got back from the gym, he glanced up and gave you a quick smile as you disappeared into the bathroom. Your routine never changed after a run; quick shower, pull on one Steve’s t-shirts and follow up with a cup of tea. The tea was waiting for you on the bedside table when you came out of the bathroom.  You climbed onto the bed and turned on your side to face Steve. He mirrored you, leaving a small space between you, staying silent, allowing you to take control.

“Stevie, I’m sorry.” He reached out and swept some loose strands of damp hair back behind your ear.

“So am I. You had every right to be angry. I only told Tony to give him a heads up and also to get his advice. I should of -,” you cut him off by leaning and pressing a kiss to his lips. He sighed into the kiss, before gently rolling you so you were on your back allowing Steve to run his hand over your growing bump, your own hand coming to rest on his.

“Maybe Tony and Fury are right. I would be a liability in the field. Do you really think you would be able to focus if we went on a mission with you?” You gestured to your bump with your free hand.

Steve gave you a half smile “I always keep an eye on you during missions. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened you, even before.”

“Stevie,” you murmured softly as you trailed your fingers up his arm.

“Also, I went to see Fury when you were in the gym,” he paused to check your reaction. You raised your eyebrows in surprise but didn’t say anything. “I’m stepping back, at least until the baby is older. I want to be a good dad so I’m only going to be on day missions after this. That way I’ll be home every night to help,” Steve laced his fingers with yours.

“Steve I-“ your voice barely over a whisper.

“I’m sorry I didn’t discuss it with you first,” his blue eyes locked onto yours. “I just-“ he was babbling nervously now.

“Hey,” you turned to face him again, fingers carding through his hair “I’m not mad Steve. I love you. I just can’t believe your doing this. It’s not like this was planned but I know that our baby is so lucky to have you as a dad.”

“You sure?” Steve was a little surprised by how well you taking this considering the meeting earlier today.

“What about? Being mad, loving you or you being a good dad?” you teased

“Not funny Y/N.” Steve gently rolled you over so that he was straddling your hips, arms on either side of your head, keeping his weight off you. “I love you my baby mama.”

You giggled beneath him and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Isn’t this how all this started Captain?”

“I’m not sure. I’m over a 100, maybe I need a refresher?” He grazed his lips against yours.

Needless to say, your post gym cup of tea was forgotten about completely.

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[pseudowho]

hi mrs haitch, found your nanami donesticity series recently & spiraled down the rabbit hole of your fics. i do not regret it all; your writing is lovely. thanks for sharing them.

i wanted to ask your input (if you have any) on overcoming the feeling of not being capable enough to shoulder the responsibilities & burdens of adulthood. i grew up being left to fend for myself as a child, which kickstarted a cycle of being perceived as independent so much so that when i struggled, no one really believed me and labeled it as attention seeking behavior so i just figure things out alone. now that i’m a fully fledged adult in my 20s, i find myself being scared of not knowing things everyone should already know by now like which credit card to open, what to consider in making financial decisions, etc. & mostly i just feel small & alone to not have anyone around i can go to, things it seems like people know because someone taught them.

i hope this ask isn’t too heavy & feel free to negate it if it is. i just wanted to say before i go how much i love the community you’ve built. it makes me feel warm to read the interactions on here whether it’s you with mr haitch or your readers. reading the comments on your works always make me laugh one way or another. thank you for this space. i hope you and your family are always well. x

Hey! I'm glad you've enjoyed them, thank you so much for reading 😭💕 sorry it's taken me a few days to get to this Inbox, I've been ill!

Firstly, I'm sorry for your rough childhood. Secondly, I know the feeling very well.

But thirdly, and most importantly, in a positive instead of dismissive way, you are capable enough. You've already proven this, by coming to me with this Ask. You have thought critically about the current limitations of your abilities, identified the gaps in your knowledge, and then sought help/research. This level of critical thinking alone, marks you as capable.

Identifying yourself as 'not capable', small and alone, is important; but it's more important what you decide to do, from here. Do you remain under that umbrella, and minimise your attempts to try to learn and do new, unknown things, for fear of failure? Or do you use that critical thinking brain that you've proven to me you have, to risk 'failure' and move forwards?

Adults are never 'fully-fledged'. We are constantly growing and learning. We live in a beautiful age of knowledge, the acquisition of which is exceptionally easier than it was years ago. There are information sources out there. There absolutely are. Financial advisors post in forums and blogs. People who are years on from where you are now, offer their history as an opportunity to learn from their mistakes. I absolutely believe you can find much of the information you're looking for.

Plus, another thing you need to accept, as one who has gone through this herself, is that trying to do this without someone holding your hand is like not having a safety net. You are reliant on you. Now, I've long since given up being reliant on myself making me feel scared. Now that I've gone through what you have, made mistakes, and grown, knowing it's all down to me makes me feel powerful. Once you research, try your best, and find you're more capable than you believed, it's like a fucking superpower.

I actually tend to find that individuals who have needed to teach themselves these things, once they get through the wringer, are more tough and resourceful than their counterparts whose families have held their hand through every difficulty.

This isn't me advocating for suffering for the sake of "toughening up" ("it never did me any harm" etc etc and all that shit). Not at all. It would be a wonderful world if we all had the support we needed to feel safe early on. I don't believe that 'character building' provides justification for suffering, and anyone who believes that is a cunt, frankly.

But, in the light of the world as it is...some of us, like me and you, do not have the support, and we may suffer. It's what we choose to do with this, that makes us who we are. As Eleanor Roosevelt said, we are like teabags; we only know how strong we are, when we're placed in hot water.

What I say to my women, when they tell me they can't do it (usually while pushing a baby out), is this:

Don't get sad. Get strong.

You have a choice now, and it will define you-- you can remain under your belief that you are not capable (when I know you are), and sink. Or you can research, bother people, use your brain to learn, and make hard choices, and swim.

You have come to a brutal believer in being the best you can be. I aggressively want you to fulfil the finest parts of your personality. And I don't think you should do it without support.

I hope desperately that you find your people. If you can be brave and go forth with the knowledge that you will grow and fail at the same time, in a few years, you may well be as fucking annoying as me.

Anyway,

I could apologise for being a savagely belligerent motivator, or, I could just say.

Best of luck little one. Try so hard. I believe in you.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Uyta

Rating: SFW Length: 771 Pairing: Male Sasquatch x GN Reader

A commission for a friend who wanted me to write about Sasquatch. I both love and fear you, T. XD

xxx

I felt my hip shatter the moment I hit the bottom of the ravine. It had been my first time hiking on this side of the mountain, and I knew I was in trouble when I lost sight of the path that I was on and traveled into deeper forest. I cursed myself through my tears as I tried to wriggle off of the broken hip and onto the uninjured one, but the pain was so keen that every sharp lance momentarily blinded me. It took me several minutes to get through the onerous task, whimpering pitifully all the while. I should have turned back. I should have gone through my familiar routines instead of daring to change. I would never forgive myself for this, I knew—and that’s when he approached me.

Easily over six feet tall, the large, hairy beast that moved through the trees walked on two legs, heading right for me where I lay on the forest floor. I had bear spray and a hunting knife, but those were in the pack that lay several feet away from me in a pile of fallen leaves between me and the rustling trees. Desperately, I tried to pull myself towards it, some self-preservation instinct urging me to try despite knowing that this creature was moving faster than I could writhe. When he emerged, I was stunned into stillness, sure that there was some cosmic joke somewhere being laughed at by the gods.

It had taken me breaking my hip in the wilderness to find the Bigfoot.

We stared at one another for what felt like an age, both seemingly startled to see the other. I didn’t dare make any sudden moves, instead trying and failing to reach for my pack. The act shook another agonised wail from my throat, and the creature seemed to startle and come back to himself. He eyed me warily and began a careful approach, circling around me as his nostrils flared and he took great, big breaths in an attempt to suss out my scent. I truly felt as though I was living my last moments when he came to a decision and approached me with confidence, but then he crouched beside me and cocked his head to one side, grunting something that sounded like, “Uyta.”

Bigfoot could speak. Cryptozoologists would shit their pants if they knew.

“Uh,” I said intelligently, trying to breathe through my panic and pain. “No? I don’t—I’m afraid I don’t understand you, dear.”

The Sasquatch blinked back at me, tilting his head the other way. He reached out to jab my shoulder with one meaty finger, then pointed up where I’d come from at the top of the ravine.

I nodded, dumbstruck, and then realised that he couldn’t understand me, so I pointed at myself and up at the ravine a few times, nodding and saying, “Yes. Yes, I fell. Yes.”

“Yes,” echoed the creature, nodding his great head and briefly baring his sharp teeth. Then, without warning, he picked me up like I weighed little more than a dish rag.

The noise I made as he jostled my hip was more animal than human—a broken howl as I struggled not to writhe or fall out of his arms.

Uyta—for that was the only word he’d given me—crooned down at me soothingly, and he adjusted his grip so that my hip lay a little less uncomfortably. Delirious from the pain, I could only watch his face as he carried me up and around the ravine, heading back up the side of the mountain with me in tow. He smelled like earth and musk and the sickly sweetness of rotting flowers, and I lost myself to imaginings of what his life must have been like out here, and whether or not he was alone. Surely not, I decided. Otherwise, if he were the only one, where would he have come from?

So distracted was I by my thoughts, I didn’t immediately realise that my surroundings were becoming oddly familiar. When Uyta finally set me down, it was against a tree on the path that I’d been following earlier that day, shifting me onto my uninjured hip when I made a noise of distress. Then, in a peculiar exchange, he reached out and gave my head a gentle pat or two, and then he turned and disappeared back into the trees, leaving me in the middle of a well-traveled foot path where I was sure to be found.

I was going to have a hell of a time explaining this to the park authorities when I asked them to retrieve my pack.

[itseivwhore]

Hey! Can you write some headcanons on how Ezio, Arno and Jacob would react if their partner has quarantined themselves because they have interacted with a confirmed Covid19 case? I'm in quarantine right now because of a confirmed case in my University. I've isolated myself in my room, I don't even let my parents near me, so I'd love to get some support! ♥️♥️

Heyo @sofiewithat (too bad this time I can't say:"Heyo anonimo" like I always do :( ) !Thank you a lot for requesting this,I actually wanted to write some headcanons a bit like these (most precisely,how the quarantine would be with them,stuff like this). I hope everything will turn out to be fine for you,but for now,just stay at home,easy peasy,be safe...because out there it's a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ m e s s.

Let's start now,shall we?

~~~~~

|°Ezio°| :

"No hugs and kisses for the chef today?"

When you came home you didn't go into the kitchen,as you used to do,to greet Ezio with a warm,long hug and the usual passionate kisses.

Instead,you limited yourself at stopping at the treshold of the kitchen,leaning with a shoulder against the frame of the door,watching him cooking,standing there in silence.

He only needed some quick glances,thrown at you as he was busy preparing dinner,to understand and to notice that something happened,that something was wrong.But he kept on gently smiling at you nevertheless,silently and tacitly encouraging you in letting out what you needed to say.

But you were trying to think,to find a way to tell him the not really good news...knowing that,most likely,he would have reacted a little bit too dramatically.

"COSA?!" loudly shouting this as he sharply turned around,facing you.

Ezio nearly dropped the plate of pasta he had in his hands.

You knew very well how he could be so dramatic with everyone and about everything.But you could have said from how his soft and arm brown eyes,that became dim and dark with seriousness,his expression torn between a worried and a shocked one,that he was not being theatrical as his usual.

Not this time at least,and not for this reason.

You tried to explain him everything,trying with all of your best to not worry him even more than he already was.

And him,viceversa,didn't want to look too scared and preoccupied at your eyes.If anything -not counting that first moment when he loudly shouted- he started to be hopeful,telling you that everything would turn out to be fine.

He (and you too) had to think like this,in such times.

But the young Auditore didn't look happy and/or pleased when you told him your decision: at all. Staying away from each other would have meant...no hugs?No kisses?No gentle touches?No cuddles?

He was going to die.

"Amore...I'm dying here!" you once heard him shouting this from the living room while you were in your room.

But nevertheless,he respected your will.

Ezio needed to feel your presence around him in the house.

Who knows for how many times he instinctively stepped closer to you to wrap you in a hug when he saw you walking around the house,and you had to stretch your arms out,walking away from him.

Who knows for how many times you had to remind him to not step too close to you.

And you hate when you looked at him giving you these purely and utterly sad glances,making your heart ache.

You missed not being able to spend so much time with him as you both used to do,laying together on the couch,watching a film,and most of all,cooking lunch and dinner together.

One particular thing that just genuinely brought small tears to your eyes,was when you woke up in the middle of the night,and as you were walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of water,you saw Ezio laying on the couch,sleeping deeply,half covered by a blanket.

"It's not the same to sleep without you between my arms,tesoro"

Be sure that you would find a plate of pasta everyday for lunch.

"Trust me,pasta will kill every little nasty virus that there might be inside you" saying this as he was sitting on the couch,now his new bed,in the living room,making you laugh loudly.

~~~~~

|°Arno°| :

"Arno...?"

You knew you had to tell him that with caution.You knew you had to think billions of time before telling him...that.

The poor boy was there,leaning on the wall,eyes vailed by a thick vail of worry as he was staring at you,motionless.

"Tell me you are joking"

He tried to convince himself that what you were saying wasn't the truth.His head was a mess now,thoughts fogging his mind with endless questions: what if you caught it?And what if...

But you actually managed to calm Arno down,even if a bit.Saying that you were feeling well and that there was no need to be scared and preoccupied that much.

Arno agreeded,even if with a bitter grimace and with a melancholic gaze,with the idea about being distanced from each other: not being afraid,though,on admitting that it wouldn't have been the same.

These weeks passed away pretty quickly thanks to him and his thoughtfulness.He still managed to care and look after you even if you didn't let him close,showing you affection by little gestures,actions and phrases.

And that was amazing,to say at least.

"Do you need something?" asking this at least onehundred of times in a day,wanting to help with all of himself.

"Are you feeling okay,mon amour?" slightly opening the door of your shared bedroom,peeking and leaning only his head inside,gently smiling at you.

Finding a baquet of your favourite flowers in various vases around the house every day.

Smiling happily when,each morning for breakfast,you found a hot croissant in the table of the kitchen,knowing that Arno bought it for you before going to work.

Noticing that-when he left you alone at home because of his work- you often would see posts-it scattered all around the house for you to find,reading the sweet phrases he wrote for you with a grateful smile on your lips as you traced his graceful and long handwriting with your fingertip.

"Je t'aime tant xxx "

We all know that this Frenchman is a romantic:utterly and completely in love with you,and he would do anything to see you in a good mood...even if it would include trying to hide his own preoccupation to make you feel good.

~~~~~

|°Jacob°| :

"Nice one,love,nice one" he scoffed when you told him what happened,throwing himself on the couch as he was eating some snacks,giving you a confident and relaxed expression.

For a first moment he really thought that you were joking around,just teasing him:but when you showed him a serious face and a low voice -which he feared a lot- he understood that what you were saying was only the truth.

You would have bet that you would never have seen Jacob get paler than he already was.

"Bloody hell" indeed.

He was pretty...nonchalant about it.Cracking some jokes here and there,saying that you were perfectly healthy-his own words-and that there was nothing to worry about.

Jacob could have been very,very persuasive,and he actually managed in his intention:making you believe that he wasn't worried or stressed or anything like that.

But of all the things that this Brit was,he wasn't a good secret keeper,or a good liar,either way.

One afternoon,while he believed that you were resting in your room,you heard him talking softly to Evie,confessing her his worries and all of his preoccupations about what happened in such a low,almost scared voice,that made your heart melt.

Of course you had no doubt that Jacob cared about you with all of his heart and soul,but you couldn't help but smile and feeling grateful for having him at your side:not worsening the situation by adding his own fears with yours too,but actually making it all go away in his unique,special ways.

You didn't mention and/or told him that you heard his talk with his sister:you knew that it would have hurt,even if a little,his pride and ego.

A thing you actually adored about the young twin,was that he was able to make even the last laughable thing into a funny one. How he was able to do that?You didn't know,but you loved the male twin more for this particular shade of his personality.

Scaring the life out of you when he wore a plague doctor mask,pretending to be a doctor,his gestures so theatrical as he peeked his head in your shared room while wearing that scary mask.

"Visit hour for my favourite patient"

"Where did you get that?!"

"Ezio gave this to me"

Talking-shouting with each other from your bedroom,where you were most of the time,to the living room,where he was.

"TEA,LOVE?!"

"MAYBE LATER!"

You knew Jacob,reckless and relentless,breaking the rules you imposed for these weeks: sometimes getting way too close to you.

"Bloody corona virus can't stop me"

If he says so...

Jacob would do anything at his disposal,in his best ways,to brighten up your days and to cheer you up.

°*°TrAnSlaTiOnS!°*°

"Cosa?!" = what;

"Amore" = love;

"Tesoro" = darling.

~

"Mon amour" = my love;

"Je t'aime tant" = I love you a lot.

~~~~~

I hope you'll like these!I wrote them as soon as I could ;)

Addio.

[sweetcathedral]

Note: Final part! Part 1 & Part 2 are here.

⚠️: Reader’s discretion is advised. This chapter contains forms of dubious consent and explores the theme of sex being used as self-harm.

Suna turns his attention to him. “Don’t you get tired?” He questioned with purpose.

“That doesn’t matter,” Tsukki replied defensively.

“Yes, it does.” He takes another puff of his cigarette.

“I was just asking if you were free or not—”

“Your habit of sleeping around isn’t for pleasure or self satisfaction anymore, right?” It was pointless trying to make someone like Tsukki come to the self-realization of his habit, so Suna decided to just force him to come out with it, regardless of the outcome. “Constantly sleeping around with no regard to whom you’re doing it with. And if I say no, then you’ll just call one of your toys out for the night.”

“I thought we agreed that this relationship wouldn’t go anywhere beyond fucking each other.” Tsukki was getting annoyed.

“Is it because of Kuroo’s girlfriend?” Suna ignored him, continuing to press onto the topic. “Is that why you feel the need to fuck someone tonight? Not because you’re turned on or anything, but because you hate the way you feel right now.”

“… shut up …”

Not yet.

“You were mad that there were no flaws to her because you needed to hate her in a reasonable sense.”

“I said shut up …”

More.

“You hated the jealousy you felt and compared yourself to her to see who would be better suited for Kuroo, knowing that he’s already happy in this relationship. You felt empty knowing this and wanted to fill that void with anything to ‘help’ you move on from Kuroo. And you think sex would do the trick?”

Tsukki avoided looking Suna in the eye with his fingers curled into a fist, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. Suna felt the need to keep on pressing him. Anything to let him vent out, so the thought of sex wouldn’t be an option for his outlet right now.

“If you don’t like the way sex is feeling—!”

A sharp pain shot through Suna’s cheek.

“Quit talking like you know how I feel!” Tsukki had slapped him hard across the face.  “I don’t care about whether or not it feels good, I consented to it! So why do you even care?! I never asked you to care in the first place!” He snapped.

There.

“You may not have asked for it, but you need it! Someone to care for you, at least!” Suna fumed, letting the cigarette drop to the ground from his lips.

Tsukki collected his composure, deeply exhaling. “Fine. I’ll call someone else then.”

“For fucks sake, would you listen,” Suna sneered, grabbing Tsukki and holding him up against the wall by the arms. “The way you’re handling this isn’t right. You’re not thinking straight, you need to take a breather.”

“I’ll decide how I handle myself,” Tsukki yanked himself out of his grip, storming back into the restaurant.

Again, Suna wasn’t able to get through to him properly. It always ended like this anyways, everytime he tried to get Tsukki to let loose another way, he always ended up leaving him for another. Time and time again, he’d fight with Tsukki to reason with him, helping him be more self aware with himself.

Tsukki was right, Suna didn’t know how he felt and he might’ve been invasive with what he said, but Tsukki wouldn’t have reacted that way if what he said was wrong. He knows that feelings were out of the question, but is it so wrong to be worried about Tsukki’s well being, despite being in a sex-only relationship. Does he need to have feelings for him to care? Tsukki didn’t have to depend on him with everything, only when he felt like he couldn’t shoulder the burden anymore. That’s what Suna established this relationship for: not only to keep Tsukki from recklessly sleeping around with strangers, but to also help carry the burden for him. Communication, that was all Suna needed.

When he got back into the restaurant, Suna had forgotten about Tsukki slapping him across the face that his cheek had noticeably swollen up.

“Suna, your face!” Atsumu frantically put his glass of iced water to his cheek.

Suna winced, only realizing how painful it felt. That was one hell of a slap.

“What happened?!” Hinata worriedly asked.

Kageyama gave him his last yakitori to make him feel better, while Kenma asked the waiter for some ice.

“Hey, where’d Tsukki go?” Suna looked at his empty seat.

“He left to go meet up with a friend,” Hinata informed.

Friend my ass.

Memories of the sexual marks on Tsukki’s body flashed in Suna’s head.

He checked his phone for any messages. Nothing. Obviously, Tsukki wouldn’t message him any type of reassurance after fighting like that. Looking back on it now, he feels guilty for being the reason to push Tsukki into that decision. Fuck, I should’ve said yes.

“You okay?” Kenma asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Suna painfully smiled, laughing it off as he internally blamed himself for tonight’s ordeal. Thinking that he could’ve done better to help Tsukki.

* A picture of Suna and Tsukki with their fans is shared.*

~.x.~dinobear~.x.~: tsukki!!!

rrx.98: saw this on my friends ig, im so jealous😭

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: LUCKY!!

keiko_katanaka_: (reply to @rrx.98) your friends are so cute !

rrx.98: (reply to @keiko_katanaka_) thank youuu, I honestly love them❤️❤️

user99109992844: where did the girl in the middle get her top from??

apple_pie_2: so prettyyyy

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi im saving this

zoomzoom: @sumatso @tofurice @orange.ritz

orange.ritz: Suna can smile🥺

sumatso: aww Sunaa

tofurice: 🥰

* A picture of Kenma, Hinata, Tsukki, Kageyama, Atsumu and Suna at their table at the Korean bbq restaurant is shared. *

user10177498232: omg! I work there but I wasn’t working this shift

user32334700981: WAS THIS TODAY???????

rrx.98: I work near there😮

bokurokuto: @zoomzoom you guys went without me?☹️

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: (reply to @bokurokuto) we went out today

~chan.yan05~: Ken and Hina are so cute !!

realanon00: I saw Suna and Tsukki head to the back, but I didn’t wanna follow after what happened to Suna

user44448103945: (reply to @realanon00) I feel bad for him ….

user30004847269: (reply to @realanon00) wait what happened

realanon00: (reply to @user30004847269) Suna had a stalker incident

* Article: Accused stalker who stabbed pro volleyball player pleads ‘not guilty’ by reason of insanity link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou of EJP taken out for the remainder of the season to recover from stab wounds link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, rushed to ICU in critical condition after altercation with stalker link is shared. *

* Article: Pro volleyball player, Suna Rintarou, miraculously survives critical stab wounds to the lower abdomen link is shared. *

* Article: Suna Rintarou in critical condition after stalker altercation, EJP coach rushes the decision to take him out for the rest of the season link is shared. *

* Article: Fans pray outside the hospital of Suna Rintarou, wishing him a speedy recovery link is shared. *

user30004847269: 😧😧😧😧😧

~chan.yan05~: aw man i remember this….

clx.90s: my heart sank when i read how bad his condition was

2k1990s: i remember watching the games, all of them started with a moment of silence for Suna

littletibetanfox: the atmosphere was so heavy during that season, im glad he recovered well

realanon00: Suna came back with a swollen cheek, but that was after Tsukki got back and left..

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 👀

godcomplex101: yikes😬

user50011823241: Tsukki and Suna have been hanging around each other a lot lately

apple_pie_2: but theyre in diff teams

godcomplex101: oop tea???

user30004847269: its also not the league season yet

realanon00: maybe they live together ?

rrx.98: their teams are in diff prefex

clx.90s: i mean they have summer practices now so maybe its another training camp 🤷‍♀️

apple_pie_2: truu

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi

orange.ritz: (reply to @zoomzoom) 😗

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) Suna you good?

darealest02: i know Tsukishima sleeps around a lot, my older brother went to college with him

rrx.98: (reply to @darealest02) wait whatt

_____fiveunderscores.: (reply to @darealest02) huuhhhh

clx.90s: yeah.. everytime i see a recent pic of him he always has a hickey somewhere new

zoomzoom: @guccibird @yachan96 collect your boy

guccibird: (reply to @zoomzoom) ….

yachan96: (reply to @zoomzoom) we’re not with him 24/7, its my first time hearing of this

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) we see him most of the time, we can talk to him

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) only during our summer intensives

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) yeah! like now!

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view is shared. *

zoomzoom: 🤭

orange.ritz: noooo

bokurokuto: oh..

rrx.98: WHAT

guccibird: @yachan96 I CANT HEAR WHAT THEYRE SAYING

yachan96: (reply to @guccibird) WAIT ME TOO

clx.90s: DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THEYR SAYING

zoomzoom: @chuupetchi I KNOW YOURE ONLINE

user30004847269: naahhhh

user30004847269: this is a lieeeee

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: 😶😶

apple_pie_2: 😳

~chan.yan05~: 😨😨

realanon00: wait who uploaded this ???

realanon00: howd you get this

user77700178329: i was on my way back from work until i heard yelling coming from the restaurant

user77700178329: it was eerily quiet too, so they were loud

user50011823241: shiiit

* A video recording of Suna and Tsukki fighting at the back of the restaurant from a public street view was removed. *

realanon00: oh?

user77700178329: awkard

apple_pie_2: that was quick

sumatso: @zoomzoom you get that?

zoomzoom: (reply to @sumatso) ya I got that

sumatso: (reply to @zoomzoom) send that to us @tofurice @orange.ritz @guccibird @yachan96

zoomzoom: @bokurokuto practice is gonna look awkward….

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) dw we can fix this 😊

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) no, its not our business

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) their our friends 👯

bokurokuto: (reply to @zoomzoom) they need our help

zoomzoom: (reply to @bokurokuto) @akaashikeiji

akaashikeiji: @bokurokuto i think we should leave this to them

xxx.~ali.supremacy~.xxx: could they be dating ??

~chan.yan05~: dont know, i mean if they are theyre doing a good job at keeping it lowkey

rrx.98: 👀👀

user77700178329: nah theyre just friends

user77700178329: i overheard Suna trying to get Tsukishima to stop sleeping around, apparently hes getting outta hand now😬

2k1990s: oh nooo😔

clx.90s: i feel bad, I hope he’s okay

apple_pie_2: ew..😒

littletibetanfox: i hope Suna’s okay, that slap looked painful 😖