#so here we are: me telling you this show is not for me. You being upset about it.

[norrisainz33]

pr || ls18

summary: fans are convinced lance and his victoria secret model gf are just a pr stunt but they’re actually just two best friends in love

pairing: lance stroll x model!reader

fc & warnings: barbara palvin x some hate comments

requested: yes!! thank you for your patience!

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f1gossip: looks like our very own lance stroll has been spotted with a mystery woman out in montreal ahead of the grand prix this weekend. this is not the first time these two have been spotted together either… perhaps they’re getting a bit more serious and we’ll see her this sunday? if anyone recognizes her, let us know!

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user1: nauuurrrrr lance that was supposed to be me

user2: we lost another one to a model chat

user3: you mean to tell me you lot don’t recognize the vs angel ynuser when you see her?!

user2: mate all we’ve seen is blurry pics of her hair

user3: she’s got recognizable hair!!!

f1gossip: timelines seem to line up with her posts and where we’ve seen her and lance together! i think you cracked the code user3

user4: it’s giving pr stunt bc how did he manage to get a vs model….

user7: no fr!! either that or she’s with him for daddy’s money

user8: yes this has pr written allllll over it

user5: i hope we DONT see her sunday

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ynuser: montreal i think i might love you

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yourbff: holy moly i’m obsessed

user3: mother is mothering (also i called this)

lance_stroll: nice flowers

ynuser: thanks! the person who got them for me is even nicer

f1gossip: 👀

user4: what sorta pr nonsense interaction is this

user12: oooo you’re so effortlessly gorgeous

flavy.barla: 😍 wow!

ynuser: 😘

f1gossip: 👀 x2

user18: i can give you flowers too ya know

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lance_stroll: thankful for the two weeks at home! always great to see the crowd out here in montreal. merci beaucoup canada- on to austria we go 🤍🇨🇦

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user1: holy heck you are so fine

user2: maple syrup making the dump is sending me

astonmartinf1: maple syrup ✔️ refreshing time at home ✔️ ready to get some points in austria ✔️

ynuser: face so pretty they should be putting YOU on magazine covers

lance_stroll: 🤭 oh stop! we both know you’re the only one fit for magazines and runways

user4: ohh look pr getting even more interactive i see

user11: you look so good in am green

estebanocon: 💪🏻 great weekend mate! thanks for taking me and flavy around canada

lance_stroll: of course mon ami! we love spending time with you guys 🤍

user3: WE?! who is WE

user22: cutie patootie

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f1gossip: in a recent interview where model, y/n y/l/n, talks through the upcoming vs fashion show she was also asked if there was anyone special who would be in attendance…. she blushed and said: “my partner is going to be there! he has yet to come to any of my shows so i’m really excited that it finally works with his schedule!” we can only assume she’s talking about a certain f1 driver 🤔

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user1: wow how did i not realize how stunning she is

user8: how long do you think we have to put up with this fake relationship

user4: it’s already been way longer than i would have wanted

user3: if it’s pr why are both of them being so secretive? can’t 2 people just be happy? like leave them be

user3: omg lance at the vs show?!?!?!? ain’t no way i can’t WAIT to see him there

user33: f1 driver try not to date a model challenge failed

user4: at least she’s a real model 😭

user12: you lot are miserable in these comments fr. i don’t follow f1 but my girl was mentioned and i do NOT like how yall talking abt her.

user18: welcome to being a lance stan. we live in the trenches but we all love y/n here!! it’s the other fans who are annoying

user12: whelp…. seems i will be going to war for lance

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user1: this is hot wtf

yourbff: oh!

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: he got any single friends so i can get this sorta treatment too or.......

ynuser: HAHA i'll ask

user18: a tear just ran down my ….. nvm i’ll keep that one to myself

yoursibling: princess can’t walk on her own?

ynuser: these shoes hurt my feet

yoursibling: of course they do hahahah well im glad hes coming in handy

ynuser: lance is simply the best

user55: just disappointed this ain’t me fr

lance_stroll: i love you baby girl

ynuser: i love you too sweet boy

lance_stroll: you promise?

ynuser: what? of course i do!!

lance_stroll: i've been reading too many of the comment on our posts :(

ynuser: ohhh baby don't do that!! no one knows what our relationship is like besides us and i love you more than words could ever express

lance_stroll: i know its just easier said than done to ignore it sometimes

ynuser: i get it baby i really do and i'm sorry. people will always have an opinion an we can't change that but don't ever doubt just how much i love you 🤍

user16: glad whoever this is is treating you like the queen you are

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f1gossip: and just like that! it's official. lance has arrived to the victoria's secret fashion show red carpet alongside the gorgeous vs angel, y/n y/l/n.

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user18: the video of them arriving might be the happiest we’ve seen lance look in like years

user22: this makes my heart so happy

user8: fake fake fake

user12: adopting him and starting to watch f1 was the best decision i made man look at my mom and dad

user18: the strookies are so glad to have you 💚

user4: contracts gotta be almost up after this!!

user3: this is jobless behavior user4

user88: wow she looks incredible and honestly this is one of his best outfits in a while. gf effect is real

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chloestroll: how in the world does she always look so perfect

lance_stroll: i ask myself that every day. shes truly beautiful inside and out

chloestroll: my baby brothers in love ❤️‍🔥🥰

lance_stroll: as the kids would say, i'm down bad

user18: hold on is she wrapping your hugo boss jumper around her legs in the second slide!? brb crying

ynuser: thank you for being here! these shows make me so nervous

lance_stroll: there is no place i'd rather be!

flavy.barla: CUTIES!!! did you make sure she got the flowers from este and i?

lance_stroll: of course i did! she cried real tears and said she was going to call you after the show 😘

user8: you and your pr fling ❤️

astonmartinf1: the couple of the century holy moly

lance_stroll: 😉

user12: you better close your eyes every time another model walks by that isnt our queen

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ynuser: another vs fashion show in the books! thank you to everyone who made this possible - to the team of incredible stylists, to vs, to my friends for supporting me through this journey and to my darling lance who is always my biggest cheerleader and never says no to milkshakes at midnight. see you same time next year 🤍

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chloestroll: my favorite angel

ynuser: my favorite stroll 🤍

lance_stroll: hello??????

chloestroll: lance look away this is a private convo

lance_stroll: yeah i’ll be having private convos with you both 😘

ynuser: god forbid the girlies are besties 😔

user12: the milkshake photo im sobbing 😭

lance_stroll: i love being your cheerleader 😘

ynuser: and i love being yours my handsome man 🤍

user24: i’ve never seen someone so gorgeous

flavy.barla: wish este and i could have been there! so proud of you beautiful 😍

ynuser: thank you!!! i can’t wait to see you in cannes 😘

user18: only watched that show for you and god was it worth it

yourbff: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

ynuser: THANK YOU

user27: this is my version of the royal couple

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[juicebuck]

anyway today i'm thinking about buck apartment hunting. and how it's driving eddie crazy. how buck keeps talking about getting out of eddie and christopher's space. like he's in their way. like he's some sort of burden on them. and eventually eddie just, can't take it anymore. because it doesn't matter how many times he says, buck, we love having you here. you can stay as long as you want. you don't have to leave. buck's still being. well, buck. stuck in the belief that he doesn't really belong anywhere. so when buck tells eddie he won't be able to drive them home after their shift because he has an apartment viewing at nine, eddie's like, that's fine, bud. i can come with you. and buck's like, you really don't have to. it's across town and you'll be tired— and eddie's like, buck. let me come with you. and buck's like, o—okay. i mean, if you want. then, later. end of their shift rolls around and they're heading to buck’s truck, and eddie's like, keys? and buck's like, you wanna drive? and eddie shrugs, says, i had more coffee than you. and buck doesn’t argue, is too tired. it was a long shift. and well, he's a bit miserable. about going to see another apartment he probably won't like because it doesn't feel right. none of them feel right. so he tosses eddie the keys, reels off the address and slips into the passenger side. eddie turns the radio on low, talks. about that movie they're planning to see tonight, it's showing at 8:00. they could grab dinner first. about christopher's upcoming school faire. buck nods, mumbles something about baking cookies for him. listens to eddie's voice, quiet and comforting. lets his eyes slip closed. half dreams of eddie's kitchen. opens his eyes again ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes later. he's not sure. and—

blinks.

because eddie's pulled the truck to a stop. and this isn't—well. this isn’t the apartment buck was scheduled to see. this is 4995 south bedford street. and buck turns to eddie, confused. and eddie's smiling, soft, a little nervous. a little something else. something charged. something sure. and he says, want me to show you around? i think you're gonna love what this place has to offer. maybe even who. and buck's like, eddie, what—? and eddie reaches out, slides his hand over buck’s shoulder, thumb dragging softly over buck's collarbone. says, go with it, buck. and buck stares, nods. heart hammering in his chest. finally says, breathes, okay, show me what this place has to offer. and eddie smiles, and his hand moves, softly, slowly. up from buck's shoulder, over buck's face, thumb just under buck's lip. lingers there briefly. then he says, follow me. so buck does. buck follows him home. and eddie shows him around. tells buck all of the things buck already knows. and all of the stupid things buck told the potential subletters. meth lab jim. and buck laughs and worries his heart is going to burst out of him. and when they get to the bedroom, eddie kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. says against buck's mouth, so what do you think? like what this place has to offer? as he presses his thigh between buck's. and buck lets out a breathless gasp of a laugh. says, yeah i think this is the one.

[luna-azzurra]

Story Starters #3

Found Family Starters (for the ones who thought they’d always be alone—until someone stayed)

✧ They said "I got you" like it was no big deal. But no one’s ever said that to me and meant it. ✧ I didn’t know I could belong somewhere until I walked into that kitchen and someone had already set a plate for me. ✧ We fight. We yell. We steal each other’s snacks. And still, they show up every time I need them. That’s love, I think. ✧ I used to flinch when someone raised their voice. Now I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at them. That’s growth. That’s home. ✧ They know what my silence means. They don’t push. They just sit beside me until I’m ready. ✧ I told them the worst parts of me. They stayed. That’s when I knew. ✧ We don’t say “I love you” out loud. We say “text me when you get home.” “Eat something.” “You can crash here.” ✧ I’m still learning how to trust it. How to not brace for abandonment. But they haven’t left. Not once. ✧ I never believed in unconditional love. But now there’s this couch, and this blanket, and this messy group of weirdos who make space for me. ✧ They’re not blood. But they’re mine.

Cold Girls, Soft Hearts Starters (for the sharp-edged girls who love quietly, fiercely, and would rather die than admit it)

✧ I don’t do soft. But they smiled at me like I was worth something, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. ✧ I pretend I don’t care. But I remember their coffee order, their favorite color, the way they hate pickles. ✧ I rolled my eyes at their dumb joke. Then laughed. Then hated how much I meant it. ✧ I pushed them away and they still came back. I hate that. I love that. I don’t know. ✧ I said “I don’t need anyone.” But my voice cracked on the last word and I know they heard it. ✧ I tell them to shut up. I mean “don’t go.” ✧ I’m the tough one. The reliable one. The emotionally constipated one. And I’m so, so tired. ✧ They hugged me and I stood there like a statue. But inside, something broke open. ✧ I made fun of them for being sappy. Then went home and replayed everything they said. Twice. ✧ I’m not scared of being hurt. I’m scared of wanting something I can’t protect myself from.

End-of-the-World Vibes (for stories where something big is ending, and something small, and tender, is beginning)

✧ The world is ending and all I want is to feel their hand in mine one more time. ✧ Everything’s falling apart and they’re still making me laugh. How dare they. How beautiful. ✧ If this is the last sunrise, I want to spend it with them. Quiet. Close. Real. ✧ I thought I’d be afraid. But with them here, I’m just… present. And maybe that’s enough. ✧ They looked at me like I was still worth saving. Even now. Especially now. ✧ We kissed like we were running out of time. Because we were. ✧ I wanted a big moment, but instead it was this—my head on their shoulder, the silence stretching soft around us. ✧ We said goodbye like we’d see each other tomorrow. We both knew that wasn’t true. ✧ Maybe the world doesn’t need a hero. Maybe it just needs someone who won’t leave when things get ugly. ✧ I don’t know what comes after this. But if they’re next to me when the lights go out, I think I’ll be okay.

[kunareads]

brat | track one

360

producer!suguru x popstar!reader

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wc: 2k

content: smut, fluff, smau / exhibitionism (concealed in a public setting), fingering, drug/alcohol use, ambiguous relationship status / a little scene-setting before we get into it next chapter :)

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Variety — YEAR OF THE BRAT: SUGURU GETO AND YN HAVE THE INDUSTRY IN A HEADLOCK (AND THEY’RE LAUGHING ABOUT IT)

Vulture — INSIDE THE CULT OF YN AND GETO: WHY EVERYONE’S COPYING THE CHAOS

The Cut — THE ART OF BEING WATCHED: THE ROLLOUT THAT TOOK OVER YOUR TIMELINE

[ seven days, 14 hours to drop ]

you’re chewing gum when you walk in.

the meeting room is glass-walled, over-lit, aggressively air-conditioned. it smells like money and emails. a brand director is mid-slide, gesturing at a screen filled with words like reach and multi-platform ecosystem. someone else chimes in about vertical integration.

suguru trails two steps behind you with half a croissant in his hand, headphones slung around his neck. he doesn’t say a word—just drops into the chair beside yours and opens his laptop as if the room isn’t full of people.

you don’t take your sunglasses off. their fault for lighting the place like an interrogation chamber.

“the aim is cultural virality,” someone says. “we’re thinking cross-brand utility meets niche rebellion.”

you blink slowly. blow a bubble. pop it.

“is there a slide where you tell us what the fuck that means?”

suguru doesn’t look up, but he does smirk beside you—the silent, crooked kind he gives you when he thinks you’re being mean on purpose. (you are.)

a younger exec tries to pivot. “no, like—we just want to elevate your image without diluting the—”

“please don’t say authenticity.” you cross your legs. “i’ll have to light myself on fire.”

[ six days, 12 hours to drop ]

@/cultyn (instagram post) 📸 : your silhouette behind a sheer curtain with silver tinsel, suguru’s tattooed hand pulling the curtain aside. 💬 : countdown in bio. don’t be late ⏳

@/cultgeto (instagram post) 📸 : same as yours. 💬 : it begins 🔄 360 video friday

[ four days, 22 hours to drop ]

you feel it before you name it—that warm, sparkling edge of visibility. the music’s perfect. the lights are forgiving. everyone’s looking, seeing exactly what you want them to.

but the only eyes that matter are fixed on you from a corner—suguru, legs spread and an arm slung over the back of the couch like the section belongs to him. (it does.)

he waits.

you let it build. air-kiss people you barely remember. twirl a girl’s hair between your fingers, whispering something that makes her giggle. lean into camera flashes, catching light in your earrings, your clothes, your teeth.

and when you’re satisfied, you cross the floor, hips swinging like a threat, and slot yourself between his knees. he leans back and gives you that look—somewhere between dare and devotion.

“having fun?” he asks, amused.

you straddle his thigh without answering. your skirt rides higher, his eyes drop lower. instead of stopping you, he grabs his jacket from the seat and drapes it over your bare shoulders—possession dressed as modesty.

“so fucking spoiled,” he mutters, more observation than complaint. like he’s proud. like he made you this way on purpose.

you roll your hips once. then again, slower, dirtier. a palm settles on your ass to guide you, not stop you. his show now, not yours. every grind hits harder as you fall into the rhythm he sets.

he takes your drink, downs it in one swallow, sets the glass aside. you watch his throat work before that same hand trails condensation up your thigh and under your skirt.

you’re slick through your panties.

“you’re such a fucking handful,” he says with a smirk, planting kisses from your cheek to your jaw. his voice is hot in your ear, close enough to catch between beats. “you know that?”

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “wanted you to touch me.”

his smirk deepens when you slide your knees wider on the seat for him. he shifts your panties aside and sinks two fingers in.

your mouth drops open as he sets a pace. you arch into him automatically, grinding harder, already after something without permission. his palm presses over your clit with every thrust. it’s sloppy—shallow breath, parted lips, heavy eyelids.

you try to keep the rhythm, to stay composed, but his fingers work in time with the music, eyes pinned to your face. he kisses you when he catches it—the split second where it stops being teasing and starts being need.

“breathe.”

your hips stutter, the warning landing between your lungs and your legs.

“you’re gonna cum too fast.”

you nod, or shake your head—you don’t know. you ignore him like you always do, desperate now, chasing it like you’re not surrounded by strangers. if anyone’s watching, suguru’s already made sure they can’t see anyway.

“you wanna be fucked on this couch in front of everyone?” he asks, voice dropping to something fond and a little mean. “or are you gonna behave?”

you don’t answer. can’t. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath hitching as his cologne fills your senses. you’re right on the edge—

“i know, baby.” he murmurs it like a spell, dragging his thumb up your clit. “i know. make a mess if you need to.”

you cum on his hand like it was his idea. like you didn’t start the whole thing in the first place.

he keeps you there, fingers still inside, letting you come apart in pieces on top of him. your hips twitch and you whimper into his throat, melting against him. he lets you ride it out. lets your slick flood over his fingers and down his hand, then pulls out slowly. tucks your panties back into place too carefully for what just happened.

then he brings one finger to his mouth, licking it clean. he offers the other to you, and you take it like you always do—lips parted, tongue out, wrapping around him slow in the way you know drives him insane. you suck, humming low in your throat like a thank you.

you start to lift your head, suddenly aware of where you are and the fact that the song’s changed twice, but a hand finds the back of your neck, grounding you as he kisses your temple.

“not yet,” he murmurs. “you’re okay.”

so you exhale and let yourself sink into him fully. your cheek pressed to his chest, his arm snug around your waist, jacket still warm over your shoulders. the music keeps playing and the lights keep shifting, but for a few more seconds, you stay where you are.

[ four hours to drop ]

you’re twenty-five minutes late and only partially dressed when you go live.

you rarely do interviews separately. don’t take meetings separately either, unless you’re trying to scare someone. livestreams are the same—it’s him or nothing.

suguru stands behind you, black shirt half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up. he’s halfway through lacing your corset, rings flashing as he works the ribbon like he’s tying a gift.

“i told you to start getting ready two hours ago,” he mutters, eyes on his hands.

“you did,” you agree with a nod, squinting at the phone propped against the hotel mirror. the chat scrolls too fast to follow, but you catch a few:

SUGURU HANDS WATCHERS STAND UP he’s doing it wrong but like… sexy?? she’s so calm i would be screaming and crying and biting

“chat says you’re doing it wrong.”

“chat can’t get you out of a corset with one hand,” he deadpans, not even looking up.

you seal the joint in your hands with a slow press of your tongue, dragging it across the paper like you know he’s watching. (he is. he always is.)

he finishes with a final tug, knotting the ribbon tight and smoothing the laces like he’s proud of himself. his fingers trail down your spine in a lazy line as he kisses your bare shoulder once, soft and thoughtless.

the lighter clicks. you inhale, exhale. watch him in the mirror as he disappears from the frame to rifle through the jewelry you’d dumped onto the counter earlier.

he returns with earrings, necklaces, and bangles in hand.

“stay still.”

his fingers are cool where they skim your neck. he hooks the earrings in slow, fastens your necklace, slips each bracelet on one by one and brings your hand to his lips when he’s done.

you pass him the joint.

“we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago and it’s thirty minutes away,” he says, exhaling smoke.

“mm,” you reply, dabbing on lip gloss. “better hurry up and pick my shoes then.”

i’ve never wanted to be a joint so bad in my whole life HE PICKS HER JEWELRY?????? is this foreplay or a grwm

[ 30 minutes to drop ]

the diesel party is still going by the time you leave. your heels click loudly against the sidewalk. suguru’s hand rests low at your back, half-steering. he smells like weed and your favorite cologne.

someone with a press badge calls your name—matte lipstick, eyes wide like she can’t believe you’re real. she catches you just before the car with a mic, a cameraman, and a hopeful smile.

“just a second—can we get a quick word? you both look—” she hesitates, trying to find the right language. “—unreal.”

suguru stops halfway behind you, not moving his hand from your waist.

“so,” she starts, practically vibrating. “what made you two want to show up together for tonight’s diesel launch?”

“we love a party,” you reply, smiling.

she laughs like it’s charming. follows up with something about your sound, the visuals you’ve been putting out recently. you let suguru answer that one—you’re busy watching the lights bounce off the gloss you left on his cheekbone.

“okay, last one. you probably get this all the time, but��are you two… together?”

suguru grins. “we’re the same person.”

you don’t miss a beat. “worse.”

the interviewer laughs, flustered and delighted. “right. okay. thank you—”

but you’re already sliding into the backseat.

the car door shuts and the world cuts out. no bass, no flashing lights. just dark leather and air conditioning and exhaustion behind your eyes.

you exhale once, sharp, and start leaning forward to unbuckle your shoes.

suguru stops you. “let me.” like it’s obvious.

he pulls your feet into his lap one at a time, slipping the heels off like you’re breakable. his thumb circles your ankle, slow and grounding. your breathing evens out.

outside, cameras flash against the windows, but the tint’s too dark for them to get anything real.

it echoes in your head. are you two together?

“you didn’t say no,” you say softly, eyes closed.

he keeps rubbing. “you didn’t either.”

when you look at him, he’s smiling at you, eyes soft like he’s listening for something unspoken.

you settle deeper into the seat, one hand resting over his.

neither of you has said it.

but he always shows up. always looks at you like you’re the only person in the world speaking his language.

and you do the same.

you’re each other’s. just not in a way you can put in writing.

[ three minutes post-drop ]

the 360 video drops at midnight. it’s trending by 12:03.

the internet does what it always does.

@/bratchive: every brand strategist watching this with tears in their eyes

@/getogirl: brat / tamer dynamic so loud you can hear the leash drag

@/forynonly: legacy is UNDEBATEDDDDD icon behavior

you don’t check your phone, but you feel it—the shift, the buzz, the spin of it all. the world catching up to something you’ve already lived through.

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | oops wrong name

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, liam lawson, and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : accidentally calling them the wrong name for shits and giggles - tiktok trend

୨ৎ : genre : comedy / pranks ୨ৎ : tws : playful banter ୨ৎ : word count : 1156

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : officially adding lance ^.^

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi was lying on the rug, fiddling with your camera lens while you folded laundry on the couch — one of those quiet days where everything just felt warm and normal. you looked over and said casually, “dom, can you pass me that hoodie?”

he froze, hand hovering over your sweatshirt like it had suddenly become a foreign object. “what?”

“the hoodie, dom.”

he blinked. “who’s dom?”

you shrugged, pretending not to notice the sudden sharpness in his eyes. “why?”

“that’s… not my name.” his voice was calm, but the edge was there. you’d seen kimi focused on-track — this was the off-track version of the same stare.

“i know,” you replied simply, folding a shirt like nothing happened.

he sat up. “so now you’re calling me dom? after i just let you take my last cookie?”

you bit back a grin. “dom wouldn’t bring up the cookie.”

kimi scoffed, standing up slowly. “dom probably listens to indie italian folk and wears rings on every finger.”

“maybe,” you said innocently.

“dom can’t heel-toe downshift like i can.”

that was it. you doubled over laughing, and kimi finally gave you a look — slightly offended, mostly amused. “you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

you nodded, wheezing. “i’ve been waiting all week for this.”

he rolled his eyes but his cheeks were pink. “you’re lucky i like you. and that dom isn’t real. because i’d race him.”

“you’d race anyone.”

“exactly.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

you and ollie were making pasta together — or rather, you were cooking and ollie was eating shredded cheese straight from the bag. you turned around and said, “josh, can you grab the sauce?”

he blinked at you. “what?”

“the marinara, josh.”

ollie’s face crumpled in the most offended confusion you’d ever seen. “josh?”

you nodded, calm. “yeah.”

he tilted his head. “who the hell is josh and why is he in my kitchen?”

“he’s just helpful,” you replied, reaching for the spoon like nothing happened. “josh always stirs without being asked.”

ollie gasped, hand over his heart. “okay. first of all, rude. second of all, if josh is so great, why am i here grating cheese like your unpaid intern?”

you cracked a smile. “i don’t know. josh probably would’ve made fresh sauce.”

he blinked. “wow. betrayed.”

you tried to keep a straight face as he walked dramatically out of the kitchen, muttering, “wait until i tell my mum i’ve been replaced by josh.”

you called out, “it’s a prank, ollie!”

he peeked back in. “for real?”

you held up your phone. “tiktok trend.”

he came back in, wagging the cheese bag at you. “you’re lucky you’re cute. josh would’ve been banished.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you were on the phone with someone, giggling, while yuki flipped through uber eats options beside you. when you hung up, you glanced at him and said, “yuta, i’m craving ramen—can we?”

his head whipped toward you. “yuta?”

you nodded, completely straight-faced. “you know, spicy miso, extra egg.”

“yuta?” he repeated louder, voice pitching up. “that’s not even close to yuki!”

you shrugged. “he just gets my food moods.”

yuki dropped the phone on the couch. “i drive for a living and i still get here first when you’re hungry. yuta probably shows up twenty minutes late and forgets the chopsticks.”

you tried to stay calm. “yuta never forgets.”

“who is this yuta? tell me right now. is he taller than me?”

you lost it. “yuki, it’s a trend. i don’t even know a yuta!”

he narrowed his eyes. “you’re evil.”

“i’m efficient.”

“okay but if i ever call you a different name, don’t cry.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

you and isack were curled up on the floor, surrounded by takeout containers and the aftermath of a movie marathon. he was mid-rant about a plot hole when you casually interrupted, “leo, can you pass me the fries?”

he blinked. “huh?”

you held out your hand, not looking at him. “fries. leo. please.”

he didn’t move. “i… i’m sorry. leo?”

you finally looked at him. “yeah. why?”

“who’s leo?” he asked, blinking slowly. “because i swear, if you’ve got some french leo texting you goodnight—”

you snorted. “isack.”

“no, no. don’t isack me. leo sounds like some guy who plays acoustic guitar in a turtleneck. am i wrong?”

you fought the urge to crack up. “maybe he’s just in touch with his feelings.”

isack looked at you like you’d slapped him. “i wrote you a poem last week and you said it made you cry.”

“that was really sweet of you, ethan.”

he blinked. “now i’m ethan?!”

you wheezed. “i’m kidding! it’s a prank. no leo. no ethan.”

he threw a fry at you. “you’re lucky i didn’t message every leo on instagram just now.”

you grinned, poking his cheek. “you’re the only guy i want eating all my fries.”

“damn right.”

ʚ・liam lawson

liam was trying to fix your curtain rod — shirtless, on a chair, balancing like a man on a mission — when you called out from the kitchen, “hey ryan, don’t fall!”

he paused. slowly turned his head.

“…what did you just say?”

“be careful.”

he stepped down off the chair like he was preparing to have a formal meeting. “ryan?” he said, eyebrows raised.

you shrugged. “you looked like a ryan up there.”

liam blinked. “ryan probably doesn’t know how to use a drill. ryan definitely doesn’t race.”

“ryan would’ve had this rod fixed already.”

he dropped the screwdriver. “okay, now you’re pushing it.”

you fought the smile on your lips. “you jealous of ryan?”

“i am ryan now, apparently,” he deadpanned.

you doubled over laughing, and he realized. “wait—oh my god, is this that tiktok trend?”

you nodded, breathless.

he picked up the screwdriver again. “you’re lucky i love you. but next time i’m calling you madison in public and not explaining why.”

ʚ・lance stroll

you and lance were sitting on his patio, sun setting over the water, when you looked up from your drink and said, “connor, this is perfect. we should do this every weekend.”

he blinked.

his sunglasses slowly slid down his nose.

“i’m sorry… what did you just call me?”

you looked at him, totally unfazed. “connor.”

lance stared at you like you’d just told him you preferred nascar. “that’s not my name.”

you sipped your drink. “you sure?”

“yes,” he said, a bit louder this time. “and who the hell is connor?”

“just someone i used to know,” you said vaguely, watching the sky. “he had great patio taste.”

lance stood up. “i drive a green f1 car and i own this house. tell me connor isn’t canadian.”

you smiled into your glass. “he was, actually.”

lance gasped. “you’ve betrayed me with my own kind.”

you cracked, nearly choking on your drink from laughter. “it’s a prank! tiktok thing!”

he sat back down, arms crossed. “you’re mean. connor wouldn’t do this to me.”

“he wouldn’t fix your wi-fi either.”

“…touché.”

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[rainbows-caught-on-film]

Actually....yes.

I lost like six years of my life because a traumatic event sent my already dissociated ass right out of my own body, and only my alters fronted for that ENTIRE time period.

And then all of the sudden, I was living again. And I had no idea who I was; how had I changed? Had I changed? I couldn't even tell what basic likes and dislikes were mine, what my opinions on stuff or thoughts on religion were, anything. I actually have some posts somewhere alluding to this.

I wished there was a guide on how to become myself and couldn't find one; but now I can give everyone else one, instead.

Alright, step one is understanding what a "real person" is.

You need to know what makes someone a person in order to develop a feeling of actually being one. Think about what you say when describing the kind of person someone is, and write those CATEGORIES down. Examples can be:

Likes/Dislikes

Hobbies

Principles (core beliefs)

Hopes

Fears

Goals

Political affiliation

Favorite things

Now, this is important;

I'M NOT EXPECTING YOU TO KNOW WHAT THESE ARE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW.

I personally couldn't name a single like or dislike in the beginning, or even a hobby, and those are some of the "easiest" options. A lot of people I asked for advice when I said I had no sense of self just told me "well what are your hobbies?", so I understand that people generally expect you to just know this shit off the dome, but I'm not expecting or wanting that.

The reason we are writing these down isn't because we will know what these are, it's because we're going to make a checklist and run EXPERIMENTS to FIND those things, and these categories will influence what checkboxes we come up with.

Our goal with these general ideas is to figure out what our answers in those categories are- it's just a way to focus our efforts into what'll make us feel most "whole" and like a person again.

Now, step two: time to make it "specific, measurable, and actionable"

That "specific, measurable, and actionable" slogan is advice people give for basically any vague goal, and it works here too. You need to break goals down into specific plans, and be able to take an action towards your goal, and be able to know when it's complete so you can feel/see the progress your making and so you know when to switch tasks. "know what my likes or dislikes are" is a vague goal. But:

"Try a new food every day and write down my thoughts"

"Watch five YouTube videos on new things and test how I react"

"list three likes and dislikes" (then up the number as you go until satisfied)

Are all specific actions you can take, and easily be able to tell when you've completed them.

Basically anything you can think of can be boiled down to specific things you can check off as you goal, but most "self discovery" things will require:

Step 2.5: Explore

Go to a store and try on lots of different styles of clothing, even if you can't afford to buy anything. Listen to as many music genres as you can. Watch movies and podcasts and TV shows in as much variety as you can. Talk to lots of different people, and experiment with different amounts of social interaction on different days.

You are collecting information about yourself by being an active, attentive scholar in how your brain and body respond to different things. The more stimuli you give yourself, the more data you have to work with. People respond differently to different situations, and the more angles you see yourself in, the better you'll understand yourself.

Think of it like you're a scientist, studying an animal and running tests (see, there's a reason I phrased this whole thing as "running tests" earlier!!). You want to learn as much about this creature as possible, and you're poking and prodding it in all sorts of ways to see what makes it tick.

You're going to study yourself like a zooologist encountering a "you" creature for the first time; because really, that's what's happening. When you go from having no sense of identity or self to being a "real person", you're discovering yourself and meeting yourself for the first time.

Let's use an example, talking about this journey in terms of experiments.

The Jenneca creature- that's me!- has constantly picked up many tasks and busy work, even WHILE doing the self-study, and I've lost sleep or put of dinner in pursuit of a goal. I avoid doing nothing for long periods of time, or leaving something unfinished. This data leads to the conclusion that this creature is highly goal oriented and driven, and I'll stop at nothing to do what I decide I want to do, even when that backfires. I respond well to Mac and Cheese in food testing, and not well to Mustard. I've shown a positive reaction to various kinds of music, starting with 2000s and 2010s pop hits and then also having a spike of endorphins with emo music (both Midwest emo and pop punk), scene music, rap, musical theatere, and artists like Regina Spektor and Mindy Gledhill (what IS that genre even called, anyway?). Negative reactions to music are rare and usually confined to specific individual songs, so there is either insufficient data for music dislikes, or I'm just very adaptive.

Step Three: Activate Annoying Toddler "why?" Mode

Question EVERYTHING, because it can lead you to way bigger discoveries; and maybe even help your mental health in general.

I realized I was getting really uncomfortable and anxious whenever a sex related song came on, even if it was an artist I liked or even a song I was nostalgic for. I decided to ask WHY and really sit with that feeling. It wasn't disgust, I realized, but fear. A nauseating dread. I thought long and hard about why I was feeling this way, what thoughts were linked to this reaction- and eventually I realized that it wasn't asexuality like it seemed like at first glance, but a truama response: I have sexual trauma from a young age, and now sex being generally around me makes me anxious and uncomfortable. But I know that it isn't directed at me, and also that even if someone DID like me it wouldn't be an attack, so I asked WHY again, and discovered I had deep rooted internalized misogyny about being born in a female body. Somewhere along the way I had absorbed the idea that my body meant I was "for" sex, the same way scissors and knives are "for" cutting; that I was a tool to be used and that my biology was a cage trapping me in that role forever. Sexual interest or even mentions of sex, then, became a trigger of cosmic dread about fate/being locked into a role as an object, and a feeling of being un-personed.

YIKES.

But now that I knew the problem, I could FIX IT. And I started trauma journaling and researching, making logical arguments against every doubtful thought and belief that I caught festering so I could tear them down and rip those hurtful ideas out of my heart.

In the end, I knew myself better for it; WAY better. And I also finally was able to break one of the chains my childhood trauma had placed on me.

Look for roots in your data. When you notice you respond a certain way to something, ask why. Even if you don't find some serious issues that need fixing or something, you could still learn even MORE information:

"I don't like Mustard" when I apply "why" to it, becomes "it hurts my mouth with how sour/bitter/spicy (? What IS that flavor) it is", which becomes "I'm really sensitive to flavours, and strong sour, bitter or spicy foods feel like they hurt because of my sensory issues." So now instead of having the knowledge:

I don't like Mustard

I have the knowledge:

I don't like mustard

I have sensory issues with taste

Really spicy food is probably not going to be my thing

Really sour food is probably ALSO not going to be my thing

Very Bitter food? Probably not gonna be my thing.

My response to sensory issues is the same one I have for actual pain

Repeat all these steps, tracking your progress as you go, and paying attention. Eventually, as you keep at it, you'll feel like a person again.

has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet

[littledes1re]

How to disappear | Chapter: one

Summary: after the passing of your mom, you and your dads best friend get close. You find comfort in him and he does the same because he also once lost something. While a relationship between you two sounds wrong and taboo, your feelings grow stronger. But Joel is an old man, guilt and the fear of losing you too, overwhelms him. So he leaves you.

Warnings: Angst, grief, heartbreak, lots of emotions, (fluff as a flashback), joels alcohol problems, dad that doesn’t care for his daughter, age gap! (23 and 61), crying, kind of depression, smut (as a flashback)

A/N: Okey Okey, I may said next week but I was already done with it so finally it’s here. Some dbf and Oldman!joel angst hehehe. Ngl I kinda hurt myself with this one.

Dear joel,

i‘m still thinking about the first time you kissed me, gentle, careful, caring.

I wish you‘d see how much I love you, how much I love being in your presence, how much I love our midnight talks.

We are both broken, something connected us. You made it a reason to leave me, I made it a reason to call you my soulmate.

I feel heartbreak. I cry myself to sleep, tell me..is that better than us comforting each other and having fun?

I miss our conversations, I miss your smile and your ability to comfort me.

Dad is asking why you are distancing yourself.

I love you, always.

Winter felt like forever.

A never ending cycle of dark and cold days, where the world stays still when snow falls. Lingering loneliness creeping up, as you fall for the hopelessness of it all and allowed the weather to dictate your mood while in the back of your mind the soft touches and whispers swam around of someone you where aching to be revolved around with once again.

Joel Miller.

Your last conversation stuck in your mind like the withering words only an enemy can say to you. Repeating itself over and over till there is only a echo of two words. We can‘t.

But there was no flicker of rejection in his eyes as he touched you, no regret as he cuddled you after his release, no shimmer of a different personality you weren‘t aware of, you knew him long enough. At least you thought so.

The aching in your heart and tummy was one that didn‘t go away no matter how much time had passed. The sadness clinged on you, wrapping tightly around your ribs, making it hard to breathe. It was one that grew each day for the past season, now coming to the point that you feel yourself getting sick from it. Flashes of memories startle you while you want to go on with your day. The glimpse of his brown eyes, landing on your face, soft and gentle the way you always knew him. Faints laughs of you two whenever it’s quiet.

And somehow underneath all of this it remembered you of your mom. The day she passed, the darkness that fell on you, the ability to not think straight as your eyes were hurting from crying. The shock not letting up, moving like a ghost trough life, pretending to function. Time would heal, but it didn’t. Time just showed you how to carry the pain without showing it.

You wanted to be small again, cradled by your mother’s hands, soothed by her voice.

“It feels like time has stopped for you and the people around you don’t care. You somehow have to function, but the person was your sole reason to function.” His eyes were emotionless.

Joel stopped crying after five months. He became a vessel of a man who once showed his kindness through actions and words and now someone who shuts everyone off. Grief is not predictable. It changes, buries itself deep beneath the skin and eats you alive. Joel never asked for comfort. But he gave it to you. He thought he didn’t deserve warmth, he thought he didn’t want to feel joy. But he let you feel all of those things.

The rough patch of his beard tickled your skin as you laid on top of him, nuzzling your face into his neck. The tears were dry on your cheeks, your eyes swollen and red as a headache started to form. His big hands rubbing circles on your back, soothing you to sleep.

“She is watching over you.”

The line that was crossed was blurred. The day you caught feelings was unknown. You just knew that there had been this silent connection between you two right after he decided to knock on your door to check on you.

“How y’doing, kiddo?”

Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t except it from him. Maybe it was the fact that your dad was distant after your mom’s passing. Maybe it was the fact that both of you lost something.

A man you should suddenly avoid because of his alcohol problems; your dad’s sayings. After his daughter’s passing he developed an alcohol problem, something that was clear whenever he was in your house, his eyes hazy, movements too unsteady. Your heart ached for him, never understanding how people do that to themselves. But after your mom, you did. His actions spoke louder than his words. He still helped your father around the house, with his job, with other things. He was there ,only his emotions were completely submerged, a veil placed over them so no one could recognize his true feelings.

That night, changed it all. He calmed your nerves, gave you the comfort you’ve been aching for the past eight months, and after that he finally let you in his heart. Told you what he was feeling. Guilt, anxiety and anger. His lips were quivering, eyes dark and swollen. Jaw clenched, as if he was trying to bite back the sob clawing up his throat. His breath shaky.

“I should’ve been there.” The only thing that he would murmur and then silence. A rather comfortable and understanding one. You don’t say anything, you just watch. Seeing the same emotions going through him as the day you lost your mom. His eyes would finally lift, and they would shine but not with kindness but with anger and sorrow. You could see it.

“An-and I feel selfish. For now coming in here and telling you this while you also lost someone.”

“Hey, hey. No.” Your hand gently lands on his shoulder, slowly moving to his hair caressing through his curls, while looking at him. His eyes softened, suddenly filling full of worry, bottom lip pouting. Looking at you like a kicked puppy. You felt tears leaving your eyes, landing on your thighs, you wanted to hug him. You knew how he was feeling. You also wanted to give him comfort.

“Don’t even think like that. You’re not selfish for speaking it out. You’re human, joel.”

He tilts his head slightly, you doing the same. A flicker of something knowing passing through your gaze.

“And if you really think thats selfish, then i’m selfish too. For wanting to hear it. You should’t carry it alone.”

For the first time, joel let’s go of the breath he has been holding for a long time. It doesn’t fix anything— but in this quiet moment, something shifts.

A piece of his sorrow, no longer carried alone.

He came over more often. Opened your door, sneaked in your bed and cuddled you, whenever your father was at home, you went to his place. He didn’t care anyway. You two had small road trips, where he drove you to his favourite places, music in the background, your head out of the window, enjoying it. It felt safe, it felt right.

Every worry in your head disappearing when he put your head on his chest. Soft humming and fingertips caressing the skin. Your conversations were not only about loss. They were flowing easily, they were funny.

“This thing is gonna give me a heart attack one day, I swear.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying to find the right buttons to put it on silent.

“Ain’t working like that, wait—you have a nokia? Where the hell is your phone?” You asked widened eyes, after you snatched his supposed phone out of his hands.

He snatched it back, eyebrows furrowing.

“What about it? Tommy bought me one because they are easy to use.”

“No, no. S’nice.” You tried to suppress a giggle. And as you swallowed you looked around his house, he looked at you with a grumpy expression.

“What? I can’t keep up with your new generation shit.”

“Oh I bet, I bet. I just find it funny.” You finally giggled, laying back down on his couch, holding your tummy.

“Y’know what’s real funny? You don’t even know half of these movies that I showed you.”

You gasped, sitting up again. His face all smug, a smirk on his lips.

“What? They are cult classics c’mon now—“

“Yeah, for old people.” You rolled your eyes playfully, seeing his face all serious now.

Giggling, you stood up as he abruptly did so too, stretched out his arms to reach for you.

And you knew what that meant. You laughed just more, running around his coffee table and he followed you, trying to grab you. And suddenly he did, throwing you gently on the couch and began tickling you.

“J-joel” you couldn’t breathe from the laughter.

You thought your dad would comfort you and be there for you after what happened, you didn’t think it was going to be joel. But your dad locked himself up, ignoring his dad duties. Leaving you alone, not showing his emotions, not letting you show yours. His demeanour was cold, distant it felt like living with a stranger. You understood why. You understood that he also lost someone, but he never once asked how you are, never once opened the topic of Mom again. Deleted it from his life like it never existed. And while doing that he also deleted you slowly.

Your friends stopped texting, one didn’t know how to comfort you. The other one was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. So you also deleted that topic from them, from your father. Joel was the only one who heard you talking about your mom.

And then he left you. So now, you were completely alone.

But maybe you didn’t really love him. Maybe you just loved his comforting. Maybe you just needed someone and he was there. Would you love a man forty years older than you if your father acted like a father? The way he looked at you, worshipped you, made you feel good. Made you feel special. Took care of you. Something connected you two. Wasn’t those signs of love?

“Hurting?”

“No, think i’m good.” You whispered to him. The stretch was unusual, nothing that you haven’t had before but it felt different. It was with joel.

“S’good, real good.” He nodded his head to you. Under the covers, vulnerable, you two were naked. There were goosebumps all over your skin, and his too. Joel lets you adjust on his shaft, worried eyes scanning your face to see if you show any sign of discomfort.

The atmosphere in the room was calm, lights dimmed and if felt comfortable. The first time you really made out with him and laid your hands on his bulge he stopped you. “Wanna do it right.” He took his time, kissing every inch of your body, teasing you, loving on you. Calling you his pretty girl. Making your eyes almost tear up of how much love he was giving you.

He was extra careful as he started to thrust into you, little breaths leaving his mouth, your hands gripping his biceps. A little moan leaving your lips, feeling the pleasure in your belly slowly fill.

His gaze never left you, he noticed it all. The smile you give him, cheeks flushed, trying to breath right and suppress a loud moan. The way he handled you with gentle hands cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead.

“Joel—please.” A coo leaving his mouth, speeding his thrusts into you.

Joel would bite back a groan, his thrusts sometimes sloppy, sometimes losing the rhythm because it’s been so long. But you didn’t care. You loved feeling him all, you loved being with him.

And when he came his face would twist, you would gently touch his face. He would bury himself into you on last time and then hide into your neck, leaving wet kisses while catching his breath. While you didn’t come, you were still content and satisfied to have him on top of you. But of course he realised it and ate you out for one hour, taking his time, giving you the best orgasms of your life.

You never got an answer from the letter. You never got an answer on your countless texts and calls. He cut you out. And you were trying your best to be angry, you really were. But deep down, the sense of understanding was spreading. You knew how much trouble you two would be going through if your father or anyone in your family found out. Anyone in his family too.

The age gap would let everyone turn their heads in the streets.

Your friends, colleagues everyone would think he is a weirdo. That you are a weirdo.

But then you ask yourself why?

Why did he let you develop these feeling for him? Why did he give you a reason to think that he was in love with you? Why did he comfort you? why did he give you this feeling that everything is going to be fine? Why did he make you believe that there was a connection between you two?

A knock pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Can you help me set the table? Joel is also coming—oh and his girlfriend too, apparently.”

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FUTURE SPOUSE'S PAC: their love languages 𝜗𝜚˚⋆⠀

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗘? from the left side to the right side. pick which picture is drowning you with, pulling you in. take a deep breath in and out and start to visualize all of the images above. trust your intuition and set aside your aesthetic preferences. enjoy and have fun! 🍀✨

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• 𝗨𝗡𝗢 - RULER

love languages: act of service 40%. gifts giving 30%. physical touch 20%. quality time 10%. words of affirmations 0%.

this person's way of showing affection is like a gun with a silencer. they may not say much but actions speak thunderous. they preferably show it rather than telling how much they love you. for example, they don't typically follow the gender-based stereotypes of like "cleaning must be for women task" no, but they are willing to do that without their partner narrating it to them. they typically someone who find ways even in small to help and makes them partner feel better on a certain task... if you like morning coffees? hell yeah they make you one or wake up earlier than you to buy outside. it's like they don't want to see you stress or sad either. felt sick? they would make you soup with a medicine on its side. don't know how to cook? they would love to make you delicious dishes. need someone to help you organize your room? got yah, you can rely on them. lack of staff in your business? lucky, they would participate in working for you. felt unsafe going home alone? they would accompany you back and forth. otherwise, their affection is also shown in buying you gifts. for example, buying you a souvenir... in the back of my mind, i vision two people----person A happily giving person B, a keychain that reminds them. it's like i bought you this whale keychain because it's remind me how big and gentle you are towards me. although, your future spouse may seem to have grown up in a household where they can't truly express themselves and voicing their opinions out. thus, this may be one of the reasons why their love language is more lean into actions and not words. perhaps, sometimes you may be caught them saying sweet words towards but don't expect too much. it's hard for them to tell someone how much they really adore it so they think the only way to show it is through giving you time, being there when you badly needed it and buying and surprising you gifts. i guess, with you they will learn how to be heard. how to volume up their voice. it's heavily giving me of "we talked like lovers and laughed like best friends". this person love language is top-tier!

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• 𝗗𝗢𝗦 - PAPER METAL CLIP

love languages: act of service 20%. gifts giving 20%. physical touch 20%. quality time 20%. words of affirmations 20%.

i must say, they don't typically have a love language in my mind but they will try their best to make you experience all of that. they think you deserve all the love. they love to make you feel heard and loved. they would make mental notes about what you like and hate. with this person you gonna experience how to be understood as individual. you may even say to yourself "dang, is this freaking love?" yes honey, it is. you can run away from it from their thunderous affection, you will experience the storms and floods of their cariño. i love this person, they would love to include you in their prayers. it's like adding you is a silent yet most powerful love language they can offer to you. perhaps, you can't really recall how many times you would fell in love with this person over and over again. this person will make an effort, it's giving me an idea of "wanting to know all the names of your plants". i think you give a fresh beginning in this individual life, something they considered perfect. in bed, they would love to snuggle with you. yes, making effort showing up again. damn it, you are lucky! 😩🤌🏻 they gonna take time to figure things out, pay attention to the details and asking you questions.this person will try their best to fit in and deal with your connections and life. it's about them, making an effort to know everything about you. that's superficial love, your interest will be their interest. anything about you and what you do is gonna be their interest and will make an effort to learn and know about it. i think your person live in a household where all people are equally loved, supported and appreciated.

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• 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦 - BALLPOINT PEN

love languages: words of affirmations 40%. physical touch 20%. quality time 20%. acts of service 10%. gifts giving 10%

i think your person is someone who grew up in a family where they usually get criticized and make them feel unworthy. they were probably seeking for someone who can appreciate their work and praise it. your person's family have cruel and heartless opinions to them, your future spouse's often feel sabotaged from these people. it's also seems like they frequently experience inhumane words from their parents where most of the time they feel gloomy and blaming themselves for coming out of this world. it's giving me "we raised you so you must give it back to us when you have work". if i'm not mistaken, you two may deal with the same experience with your family. you both deal with a household where harsh criticism are prevalent. you will heal each other, holding grip so no one will leave this connection. they will bring a soothe feeling towards your soul, they are an epitome of perfection- beautiful disaster. this person loves communication. they give you the questions that feels like a hug like "do you want us to walk together so you can clear your mind a little while". you are very talkative when you are with this person and they will actively listen to everything you say. i see that you may casually be petty jealous about random people and things that take their attention a little. i think they will value your opinion and when communicating with you, they speak with the truth. if you are dealing with low confidence and self-esteem then they will assure that you are perfect. they will be your guide and life inspiration and motivational coach.

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jane, the bean fiend tarot reader

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[everrinsly]

a/n; this is so silly and super long but made me laugh haha i hope you enjoy too

a momager and her silly olympic team.

big, strong olympic babies. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more olympic team shenanigans here!

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It was supposed to be a simple procedure.

Just a quick blood draw—routine anti-doping protocol for the Olympic committee.

Simple, clean, quick.

In, out, done.

But you should’ve known better.

Because you were managing Team Japan, which meant logic and peace left the chat the second you walked into the small medical room with the group of oversized children and two very tired authority figures.

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“Can’t we just pee in a cup or somethin’?!” Atsumu whined, clutching his arm like it had already been severed. “Why does it gotta be blood?”

The nurse blinked at him, void of any emotion, and calmly replied, "You'll pee in the cup after your blood is drawn."

"WAIT—we gotta do BOTH?!"

"Well shit... I don't even have any pee left in me."

"Should I chug some water now?"

You glanced sheepishly over your clipboard as the nurse rolled her eyes for the fifth time.

“Iwaizumi," she sighed. “You said they were professionals.”

Iwaizumi, standing beside you with his arms crossed and murder in his eyes, growled lowly. "How about everyone sit the fuck down—they are. They’re just being idiots.”

“IT’S A NEEDLE, IWA.” Bokuto wailed from his seat, gripping the armrest like it might save him. “LIKE A PIERCING METAL STABBER. RIGHT INTO MY VEINS!”

“It’s like ten inches long,” Hinata whispered in horror, eyeing the straight needle like it might leap into his skin. “Why is it so long? Does it even need to be that long?!”

“I feel faint,” Atsumu muttered, already lying dramatically across two chairs. “If I die, tell ma I love her. Not 'Samu though.”

Suna eyed Atsumu with a slow grin before pulling his phone out. "Say hi to Osamu. I'm gonna show him what a wimp you are—"

"NO—THE FUCK YOU AREN'T—"

Aran slapped the back of Atsumu's head before he got a chance to lunge at Suna. "How about both of you cut it out before I call your guys' worst nightmare."

"Who?"

"Kita."

"Oh."

"ARAN—I thought you were my friend—"

"Mm, no. Not when you're acting like that."

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“ALRIGHT, who’s up first?”

The nurse's voice cut through the chaos in the room, loud but monotone, like she was already done with Team Japan not even two minutes in.

As she prepped a set of vials and associated straight needles, Sakusa stood immediately, calm as ever. “I’ll go.”

“SEE?” Iwaizumi barked from behind you. “Like a normal adult. Thank you, Sakusa.”

Hinata whispered something in awe.

“He takes the flu vaccine every year,” Komori whispered back like it was a bedtime story.

Sakusa made a face at Komori under his mask, eyes squinting. "Did you all not take your flu vaccine?"

“I did,” Ushijima raised his hands, a twitch of a smile gracing his lips.

“I was busy,” Atsumu offered.

“Busy doing what?” Sakusa snapped. “Scrolling through food TikTok?!”

"I mean... I was doing that," Suna shrugged.

You placed a gentle hand on Sakusa’s arm, trying to soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not okay,” Sakusa said darkly. “I’m surrounded by disease-ridden volleyball toddlers.”

He let out a sigh of disappointment before he sat down, pushed up his sleeve, and barely blinked as the needle slid into his arm.

“I don’t like watching this,” Atsumu muttered.

“Then don’t watch it,” you replied, not even turning around as you helped the nurse line up the next tubes. “You’re all professional athletes. You face blocks going 100 kilometers an hour. A needle should not be this scary.”

“That’s different,” Kageyama mumbled.

“How?” you deadpanned.

“Blocks don’t stab you.”

You snorted and glanced over your shoulder just in time to see Hinata clutching Komori’s arm like he was about to face a death sentence.

“You’re not even next, Hinata,” Komori whispered, patting his head.

“Yet!”

“Alright, all done,” the nurse smiled at Sakusa.

He stood up, rolled down his sleeve, and dusted off his hands like he’d just finished a perfectly timed serve.

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“Who's next?”

Suna stepped forward next, hands tucked in his jacket pockets.

You raised a brow. “Didn’t expect you to be so brave.”

“I have a tattoo,” he said dryly. “Needles and I have an understanding.”

That earned a round of complaints.

“Wait, Suna goes next?!” Atsumu pointed at him, offended. “Just ‘cause he has a tattoo doesn’t mean he’s not scared!”

Suna lifted his shirt slightly to flash a bit of ink on his ribcage. “Wanna see if I flinch?”

You and the nurse both rolled your eyes.

"Put your shirt down. You're gonna cause a PR scandal again, Suna," Aran said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You’re such a show-off,” you murmured, but there was a smile tugging at your lips.

While Suna got his blood drawn (and, true to his word, didn’t flinch at all), Bokuto started pacing like he was about to give a TED Talk titled How I Conquered Fear (Just Kidding).

“I’ve never fainted,” Bokuto said, puffing out his chest. “But like, what if today is the day? What if my blood just—whoosh—rushes out too fast?”

“Bo,” you sighed, “that’s…not how blood draws work.”

“But what if it is?” he wailed.

“It’s not!” Iwaizumi groaned.

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Coach, who had entered five minutes ago and said absolutely nothing, was now quietly combusting in the corner.

Aran leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Coach is this close to losing it, isn't he?"

"Think he's already lost it," you laughed. "You all better be prepared for the special punishment drill tomorrow."

Everyone went dead silent.

"Wait... what drill?"

"I kind of like that drill," Ushijima murmured, nodding his head. "Helps me stretch my back."

"The hell are you talking about—"

"It's a back drill?!"

"IWA—tell us—"

"You'll see tomorrow."

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“KOMORI,” the nurse called, cutting the stress in the air.

Komori tensed so hard you thought he might vibrate through the wall.

“I need someone to hold my hand,” he whispered. “Like I really really really do!”

You exchanged a glance with Iwaizumi, who looked about two seconds from purposely walking into traffic. Then, resigned, you stepped up and reached out.

Komori grabbed your hand like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

“I’m sweating,” he whimpered. “I’m so sweaty.”

“It’s okay,” you soothed, holding in your laughter. “You’re fine.”

Kageyama stared at the exchange like he was memorizing every second of it.

Atsumu leaned over to whisper, “Bet Tobio's plannin' to fake a heart attack next, so he can skip."

“I can hear you,” Kageyama hissed.

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When it was finally Bokuto’s turn, he saluted you like a fallen soldier. “Tell Akaashi… I did my best.”

“You’re not dying, Bokuto.”

He nodded solemnly. “Yet.”

As the blood draw began, he yelped once—then looked shocked.

“…That’s it?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You made it.”

“OH SHIT—I’M A SURVIVOR,” he shouted.

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Hinata was next, and to his credit, he tried to play it cool.

“I’m ready,” he said, chest puffed out.

You raised a brow. “Need a hand?”

“…Yes.”

You held it.

He didn’t cry, but his lips did wobble. And he squeezed so hard you were sure you lost circulation.

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When it was Atsumu’s turn, he slumped into the chair like a man defeated.

“I just think,” he started dramatically, “that if I pass out and ya don’t pamper me, it’s gonna hurt more emotionally than physically.”

“You’re not gonna pass out,” you said.

He stared at the needle. “…I might.”

“You won’t.”

“I could.”

“You won’t, 'Tsumu.”

He pouted. “But will I get pampering just in case?”

“No,” Iwaizumi snapped. “You’ll get an ice pack and your dignity, if you’re lucky.”

He definitely flinched when the needle went in. You absolutely teased him about it.

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A hushed awe fell over the room as Ushijima quietly stepped up for his turn.

No panic. No whining. No flailing. Just… silence.

Even the nurse blinked at him.

“…Wow,” she muttered. “This one might actually be normal.”

Ushijima sat with perfect posture, expression blank as ever, arm outstretched.

“I don't understand the fear of needles,” he said calmly, watching the nurse swab his skin. “They are quite small. Less painful than a hard block.”

You leaned over to brush a strand of hair that had flopped over his forehead.

"I'm proud of you," you murmured, soft and sincere.

"OH—he gets a I'm proud of you and I DON'T?!"

"SHUT UP, MIYA!"

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You nudged Aran. "Your turn, superstar."

“Alright, alright,” he said, rolling his sleeves up and taking a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with. I got this. I’m cool.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Aran smirked. “I’m not like those guys. Needles? Pssh.”

One minute later…

“I’M SORRY, BUT I MIGHT DIE.”

Aran was gripping your hand like it was his lifeline, leaning back in the chair as the nurse tried to steady his arm.

“Just breathe,” you coaxed, trying not to laugh. “You said you were cool.”

“I was cool until that pointy thing of evil came out of nowhere!” he hissed.

“It’s a tiny straight needle,” the nurse deadpanned.

“I don’t care if it’s gold-plated! That pointy stabber's evil!”

Suna chuckled from his chair, legs crossed, blood already drawn, bandage stylishly in place. “Tough guy act didn’t last long, huh, Aran?”

“You hush,” Aran snapped.

Suna leaned back with a smug grin. “Still not scared of needles."

“Wanna say that again in front of Kita when we're back in Hyogo, Mister-I-have-a-tattoo-and-I'm-so-great?”

Suna opened his mouth—probably to say something horrifyingly smug—only to be cut off by Iwaizumi’s death glare.

“ENOUGH. If one more of you calls it the pointy stabber, I’m dragging you outside for suicide sprints right now.

Everyone immediately shut up.

Except Atsumu, who whispered to Bokuto, “Do ya think if I faint, I’ll get more sympathy points?”

“You’ll get buried,” Iwaizumi snapped, without turning around.

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Last up was Kageyama.

“Do I get something if I don’t flinch?” he asked suddenly, looking at you.

You blinked. “…Like what?”

“I dunno. A frozen yogurt treat?”

“…Fine. No flinch, no fuss, and I’ll make the fancy honey and blueberry one later.”

He turned to the nurse, expression dead serious. “I’m ready.”

He didn’t flinch. You were kind of proud.

Then he turned to Atsumu and whispered, “Enjoy your dignity. I’m getting yogurt.”

“SHUT UP,” Atsumu barked.

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When the chaos finally ended, you stepped out into the hallway with Iwaizumi and Coach.

Iwaizumi looked like he’d aged ten years.

Coach ran a hand down his face. “They spike balls for a living.”

“I know,” Iwaizumi said through gritted teeth.

You, somehow still chipper, smiled. “They’re just scared of the little things.”

Coach looked at you. “What aren’t they scared of?”

You didn't have an answer.

Then the nurse strolled past, hands clutching the biohazard bags ready to be sent to the testing center, and murmured, “God help Japan.”

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🎧 Shutting you up mid argument with a kiss - Hyung line edition 🎧

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📖 Summary:  Basically what the title says 🤭

⚠️ Warnings:  Cursing as always; Arguments; kissing; fluff; angst but nothing too extreme; Suggestive ending at Chan's part. NOT PROOFREAD

🖋️ Author’s Note:  Saw a gif of a man shutting a girl up with a kiss and got inspired so hopefully you'll like it. Will do a reverse version too so stay tuned~

📝 Word Count:  3k

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💬Reblogs and comments are truly appreciated—they help more STAYs find my work, and your feedback means a lot to me. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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Chan

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To say that you were pissed off would be an understatement. On a broad daylight in front of you this bitch had the nerve to flirt with your boyfriend! Even worse, apart from ignoring your whole damn existence like you meant nothing she made him uncomfortable!  

Like you just wanted to enjoy a peaceful meal, a peaceful evening with your sweet, overworked, always busy boyfriend and instead of that you were now practically seething in your seat while Chan awkwardly but still firmly rejected the girl. 

“Baby you’ve not touched your food in a while. We can go home if you want?” Chan’s concerned voice brought you back from angry and mean things you were thinking about a waitress you were doomed to be served by today. 

 You felt bad. “No...” - You started unsure of what to say. “You wanted to try this place for a while. Let’s just eat okay?  I promise I’m fine.” 

Chan didn’t look convinced.  You saw his eyebrow rise in question but he didn’t say anything and as if sensing  your inner turmoil he started rubbing your hand with his thumb, He hadn’t let go of your hand since you first sat down here. Sometimes it infuriated you how perfect he was. How handsome, kind, gentle, loving, understanding... Even now he was the one feeling uncomfortable but the first thing on his mind was to check on you.You alsmost felt bad feeling angry. 

Almost. 

To be fair you really tried to keep your cool but you were human after all. 

“It’s just some people have no shame! I mean I was right here! She just ignored me! You were holding my damn fucking hand! Of course it means we’re dating or do we have to start making out for her to get a hint?” You grumbled out all annoyed.  Looking up at Chan to take your side you noticed that the expression on his face had changed. Instead of an awkward smile he had on he was now gazing at you with amusement written all over his face. His eyes like a crecent moons and his adorable dimples showing.  

It wasn’t fucking fair he looked this damn good! 

“Don’t smile at me like you aren’t in fucking trouble!”  You watched as confusion washed all over his face. 

“Why am I in trouble?” 

“Oh I will tell you! You are too kind!” You point it out like it’s a huge problem which sounds ridiculous but unfortunately for both of you it is. 

“How is me being kind a problem? Isn’t that a good thing? Should I be evil?” Despite Chan’s playful tone and his amused smile confusion was as clear as a day on his face. 

“Shut it I’m still talking and you’re on thin ice!” The glare you gave him instantly made him shut up. 

“Sorry darling, please continue.” Softly kissing your hand he straightened up and tried to look serious. Tried being the key word. You really tried to keep your composure. 

“You can’t just smile at everyone like that, Chan,” you snap. “That waitress was eating it up. You were practically handing her your number with those puppy eyes.” 

Chan blinks, caught between confusion and guilt. “I was just being polite—” 

“That’s the problem!” you cut in, voice slightly rising against your better judgement. “You’re too polite. Too nice. Too—you. And you don’t see it, but people take advantage of that. You think they’re being friendly. I see it as them testing boundaries.” 

You sighed. “I shouldn't have to sit through a meal watching someone throw themselves at you while you smile and thank them for it like it’s normal. I trust you. I know you won’t betray my trust. It's just... Fuck I don’t know how to explain. I don’t want someone to make you uncomfortable like this. It’s not just about me getting pissed.” 

You exhale sharply, half-angry, half-exhausted mostly grumbling like an old cartoon character. “I should just—I don’t know—write ‘taken’ on your damn forehead in permanent marker or something like mark you up or some shit like that.” 

Chan’s expression shifted at that — something flickered behind his eyes. And then, without a word, he leaned forward over the tiny table, cupped your jaw with one hand, and kidded you. The kiss was firm, sure, leaving no room for argument — just the press of his lips saying everything he hadn’t yet taking your breath away just like that. 

When he finally pulled back, he murmured, breath warm against your skin, “Then I guess I’ll just have to show everyone I’m already yours.” Another short but loving peck, and you’ve already forgotten just what had you worked up anyway. “Is that good with you darling?” The teasing glint in his eyes and the smug grin he was barely hiding made you snap back to reality. 

“Oh fuck you!”  How did he manage to always fluster you was beyond you. He was taking advantage of how much you loved him really. What a tease. Made your heart throb and everything...

God you loved him. 

“Later baby.” He leaned in and sealed your lips again, not that you were against it. Also, you just loved how sour the mood of a certain waitress got after Chan’s very much public display of affection. A win was a win. 

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Lee Know

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The day started out great. You had a day off and you had spent it all day cuddling with your boyfriend and his adorable fluffballs till noon, you had a great breakfast and you two even went out to hang out with the guys. You decided to have a game night. There were also few other close “friends” invited.  

The thing is you and Minho were always a team whenever you played because both of you tended to get overly invested in games and usually it resulted in chaos. But today others had an interesting idea. Since there was an even amount of you Felix and Jisung came up with the idea to randomly split into pairs. That’s how you ended up being paired with Minho’s biggest enemy- Kim Seungmin. Not that you had anything against him, in fact you loved that chaotic little gremlin, the literal chaos incarnate.  

Minho didn’t seem to appreciate that at all. 

At first you thought that he was sulky because he and Innie lost to you and Seungmin in many games, declaring you the winner of the night. But now as you two were heading towards your shared house the atmostphere had really shifted. 

Even the air felt heavy in the car. It was quiet. Too quiet. Like the storm was brewing.  

After you felt Minho glance at you for the nth time this whole ride you just couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. 

“Okay what is the problem? You had been sulking since we left.” 

Minho looked at you for a second, his face unreadable. “I’m not sulking.” Flat, so dry. 

Yeah right. 

“Please like I’d miss something like that after knowing you for years. You’re literally pouting Min! You only do that when you’re annoyed...”-You poused for a second-“or jealous.” 

“I’m not pouting.” a displeased scoff from him.

Ypu scoff in return. Yes, it's very mature..“Oh please like you can fool me.” 

"I’m fine.” 

“Minho. Why are you upset” 

He laughed now dryly.

“What is funny?"

“It’s funny you noticed, considering you were too busy all evening laughing at everythingSeungmin had said, like he’s the funniest person ever. You didn’t even bother to look at me from time to time. What a cute little pair you were." Minho's voice was cold, so cold it made you shiver. He never talked to you like that.

How dare he?

“Are you fucking serious right now?"

Another glance

“Completely” 

"So what? Am I not allowed to laugh at someone else’s joke? What if my boyfriend takes it as me flirting? What do you not trust me now"

"You think this is about trust?" Minho asked after stopping a car in front of your house. He looked at you, he really did. For a first time in the last 2 hours. "No. It's about the fact that you know exactly what you do to me when you smile like that—and then you go flashing it at everyone else. So fuck me I guess." 

"Excuse me? I’m not yours to—"  

You barely desipher the click of his seatbelt before his hand is firmly on your jaw and his lips are on yours. The kiss so raw and passionate speaking so many things at once. "Yeah, you are." He whispered against your lips before connecting them all over again. You swear you feel like you’re melting.   "You're mine."

“You won’t get out of this with a kiss you know.” 

"If you don’t want me to kiss you, don’t look so damn kissable when you’re angry." Only Lee Minho would he able to say this in the most nonchalant way.

Still it made your heart flutter.

“You’re such an asshole sometimes." You grumbled as you avoided his gaze. You didn’t want him to see how flustered he got you.

“You love me.” 

“I do.” 

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Changbin

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You loved your boyfriend. He was your love, your joy your happiness. He meant everything to you. Like there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him. But sometimes you just felt like strangling him. Like the way Homer Simpson strangles his son Bart. Or at least smack him. 

You two were supposed to have a date in this fancy restourant that recently opened up. You barely managed to make a reservation it was already packed for next 3 months.

Well, you were supposed to go and enjoy your date. The key word being supposed.

 Because he didn’t show up.   

You waited and waited. 15 minutes he didn’t answer your call. 30 minutes. Still no answer and no call. An hour- nothing. The pitiful gazes from the restaurant staff and other people around you became too much, but you still waited. An hour and a half... You just couldn’t take it anymore, so you left. 

You had barely taken a few steps from the restaurant when you saw him running full speed at you. 

“Baby I am so sorry!” You heard him huff out between laboured breaths. 

“Forget it, let’s go home.” The sound of your voice sounded so foreign to you. So emotionless. So empty. 

Changbin quickly caught up with you and stopped you by gently but firmly grabbing your wrist. “Baby please!” He sounded desperate but you didn’t care. You were fed up. You just wanted to go home. 

The desperate call of your name made you stop. And something in you snapped. ”Unbelievable! You forgot! Again! And now you act and sound like you’re the one hurting?” 

“Baby please, listen to me for a second.” He pleaded but you were done listening, 

“Do you even care Changbin? Or am I just some afterthought in your schedule?” You finally asked it, you really did. 

"I—No, I do care! I just lost track of time. I was in the studio, and-” You didn’t let me finish. Scoffing you started to talk. You were done being forgiving and understanding. This time you would speak up for yourself. "Studio. Right, always the studio. Always work. Always something more important than me! You didn’t even text, Changbin! You could have at least warned me instead of making me look like a pathetic fool in front of all these people! You could have fucking answered one of the many fucking calls. “ You knew that his schedule was a nightmare, but you weren’t asking for much. You knew that his mind was occupied with work, but would it kill him to think about you from time to time? 

Changbin looked like he was physically hurt by  your words. "I know. And I’m sorry, I really am!” 

“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I was sitting there alone, waiting for you! I looked like an idiot, Changbin! Do you even know how...” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, you barely even had time to realize what was happening but one second you were pouring your heart out to Changbin in the middle of nowhere and the next second he was kissing you so desperately like you were the air he needed to breathe.

like you were his lifeline.

He held you like he was afraid you would disappear. 

The kiss itself was so raw, so desperate, so passionate and urgent. You didn’t even know how to react. Your whole body begged you to reciprocate to return the passion. It begged you to hold onto him and never let go, but at the same time you heart ached so much...  

His hands were so warm and gentle holding your face. His whole body was warm. All you wanted was to nuzzle against his strong sturdy frame. But what frightened you more is how weak you were for him. It’s like you could physically feel how the frustration, the anger- all melt into the heat of the kiss as the seconds passed. 

Eventually he leaned back. His eyes  glistening  like he was seconds away from crying. You don’t even realize when you started crying yourself. You only realized when Changbin gently wiped them away. “I messed up. But please, don’t say I don’t care about you.” He took your hands in his and kissed every knuckle making your skin crawl in anticipation. Not breaking eye contact. His eyes speaking for himself , in the language only you two could understand. Something just you two. “You’re my heart.” Another kiss, on your wrist now. And your heart leaped in your ribcage.  

“I love you so much baby.“- He muttered against your skin as he now migrated and kissed both of your cheeks. His touch purely electrifying. “Please trust me on that.” A broken voice and a final kiss on your forehead and you finally give in. 

“You’re on thin ice...” You finally mutter out after a few seconds of silence and Changbin looking like a literal sad puppy instead of a dwaekki. 

A biggest grin comes up on his face immediately. “I won’t break your trust again bunny! I promise.” 

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Hyunjin

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It starts the same way it always does. 

You said something—something important, something you needed Hyunjin to hear—and he just nodded, absently, like your words were some kind of background noise to whatever thought was occupying his head. 

Like now. 

You were sitting across from him, watching, waiting for even the slightest flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. But instead, he was staring at the floor—no, not even staring. Spacing out. 

You could feel your fingers tighten around your drink. Your heart clenching in pain from being ignored yet again. “Hyunjin.” You called out agan but somewhat you already knew you would be ignored again.  

And there it was - Silence. 

Your heart sinked further. 

“Hyunjin.” You called. His head jerked up, eyes wide, almost guilty. “Huh?” 

Oh, there it iwas. The proof that he wasn’t listening. 

Your voice sharpened, your tone cold. “You didn’t hear anything I just said, did you?” 

“i’m sorry darlin I must have spaced out. What were you saying?” There it was. He asked you to repeat yourself like it was nothing special. Did he even realize just how much he tuned you out? Were you not interesting for him anymore? 

“God Hyunjin you always do this.” It’s like you could feel the headache manifesting. 

“What? What did I do wrong?” He fully sat up now. God was he serious? 

“Do you even hear yourself right now? That’s the problem, Hyunjin—you don’t listen! 

Hyunjin looked taken aback for a second but he quickly started to defend himself. “That’s not true, I...” You didn’t let him finish. 

“It is! Every time I try to talk, you brush it off. You nod along, say, "Yeah, yeah," like it’s nothing! Like I’m some background noise in your life!” You paused a second to take a deep breath. You felt like you could cry any second now. You felt so fragile like you could crack any second.  “It really hurts Hyun...” 

Seeing your defeated state he paniced " I swear, I...” 

"No!”  You interrupt, quite harshly also. “No, don’t just "I swear" me! Because the moment I get serious, the moment I actually need you to listen, you always...” 

Hyunjin moved. Quick, decisive, like he already made up his mind before you even finished your sentence. His lips crash against yours mid-rant, stealing your words, your frustration, your breath. The world tips upside down and all that's left is him—his touch, his warmth, his absurd, infuriating way of handling things. He pulls back just enough to whisper—soft, teasing, smug in the way only Hyunjin can be and get away with - “See? You’re not arguing anymore. Perfect balance.” 

You’re actually speechless. It was like the anger and sadness evaporated but now all you felt was confusion. Being in a relationship with him sure was a rollercoaster. You were flustered, scandalized, fuck you would be clutching your pearls if you had any on.  

You were dizzy. You could barely stand on your two feet. Your heart was going absolutely crazy in your ribcage!

“That—That doesn’t help your case at all you asshole!” Not able to stop yourself you smacked his arm which made Hyunjin giggle. 

Leaning in he wrapped his arms around you and gently brough you to himself. “I’m sorry my love I promise I will be more present from now on.” As if to make his point come across, he laned in to kiss your forehead gently. 

Bergundigly you wrapped your hands around his waist.

As if you could stay mad at him. 

“You better Hwang!” 

Hyunjin flinched like you slapped the shit out of him. “Baby! Not my last name!” 

Served him right. 

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[cyberhughes]

LET ME LOVE YOU #𝒒.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ𐙚 summary pretending to date quinn was supposed to be simple, but as jealousy, comfort and silent longing blurs the lines of an arrangement that was meant to get his ex back, you don't know if you can keep pretending.

warnings alcohol is mentioned ONCE, mentions of a past toxic relationship, self sabotage, that's it i think! wc 761

note requested by my baby girl isa for my 500 follower celly this is literally self sabotage in it's highest form i'm #projecting. anyways i hope this lives to your standards my love... also i rewrote this three times i think help but guys i lowkey am really proud of this one i hope you all enjoy ok bye

"you don't mean that." quinn's voice was laced with dissent as it echoed through your head, and it was impossible to tell if it was the alcohol or the truth that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

but you knew it, he was right.

but he didn't need to know that.

he didn't need to know that when your plan was so close to success. it was a deal the two of you had made, you would pretend to date each other for two reasons; quinn wanted his ex back, and you wanted yours off your back. it was simple, really.

except it wasn't. it stopped being simple the moment you felt jealousy creep in every time her eyes lingered on him, just how they were supposed to. your heart wasn't meant to beat faster at the ghost of his fingertips on your waist as he held you close, seemingly searching for a reaction from her. the way you could know exactly what he was thinking just by looking in his icy eyes was anything but simple.

but it wasn't just you that felt it, and that was the hard part.

you knew quinn was falling too.

his gaze that was once only fixed on her would find itself gravitating towards you. he'd seek you out late at night, when the world was quiet and there was nothing but the feeling of your shoulders pressed side by side, would you comfort in each others presence with no words being spoken, yet everything said. he'd wrap his arms around you—not for show, but to feel you—lingering longer than he should've as her eyes burned holes in his back, but all he seemed to notice was the feeling of your heart beating with his.

he was falling too and that's what made your decision that much harder.

he was right, you didn't mean it when you whispered the words "i don't love you."

maybe it was fear, or that familiar shadow of insecurity that haunts you.

the shadow that would creep onto you, whispering all the reasons that you'd never be enough; that you could never be like her.

you'd never be able to get away from the insecurity that'd haunt you at night knowing the two of you only started because of her.

it would always lead back to her.

your plan had worked. she wanted quinn back, while your ex had found someone new so quickly that it left your stomach twisting, just as quickly as you were falling for quinn like rain falling through the cracks of a broken roof.

"you don't mean that."

you couldn't hold eye contact, knowing that your facade would break the second you did. you couldn't face him, you couldn't face the truth you had spent so long fighting.

"she wants you back, quinn. there isn't a need for us to continue this anymore." the hem of your sweater was ruined as your nervous fingers tugged at the frayed threads.

"i don't even know why you're being like this. it's obvious we have something here-"

"but we don't." your eyes flickered to his, your gut twisting at the way he looked at you, like you were both the problem and the answer.

your bottom lip was turning white from the pressure of your teeth as you tried to keep yourself together.

"why are you pushing me away?" the softness of his voice broke you, it was painfully gentle as he searched for reason. he wasn't mad, and it left you with a bittersweet feeling. he was such a contrast to your ex, who's voice would always be raised as it fought for dominance, never a hint of understanding in his tone.

quinn didn't want to fight with you.

he wanted to fight for you.

you didn't mean to let the tears fall from your eyes, but they came anyways. your ex always called you weak for crying, making you feel like your sadness was a trick to get him to apologize, as if your tears were tools and not truth.

you couldn't even hear the words that quinn was saying, as a storm of insecurity clouded your mind, but the warm and familiar feeling of his arms embracing you steadied you. his hands brushed through your hair gently, as if undoing the knots of your past.

quinn wanted to fight for you, and as you felt the low rumble of his voice grounding you, and his heartbeat syncing with yours, you knew that you didn't mean it.

you'd let him fight for you.

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[enwoso]

golden girl | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

grumpy universe

the applause still echoed in alessia's ears as she stepped into the back of the sleek black taxi waiting outside the royal festival hall. the baftas had been a whirlwind.

the glitz, the cameras, the nerves of walking on stage in front of the entire british film and television industry was all great and a once in a lifetime opportunity but nothing compared to the chaos in her chest now.

she exhaled slowly, the black tailored waistcoat which she had just quickly changed into in the bathroom, quickly touching up her lip liner as it creased slightly as she settled into the seat.

chloe sliding in next to her, a grin wise as she help up her phone, is showing a photo taken from earlier of the two. "we look so good. honestly, the stylists did us good."

alessia laughed, eyes still glued to her own screen. messages were flooding in from teammates, old school friends even millie turner sending a voice note yelling, 'future reality star yeah?' but it was the missed facetime call from leah that made alessia’s thumb pause.

chloe nudged her. "you callin’ home?"

"yeah," alessia said softly. "i promised i would. lovie was so excited about tonight."

chloe gave her a warm look. "tell 'em i said hey, especially tiny. and good luck at round two." with grateful nod, alessia hit the call button. it rang once. the. twice.

then leah's face appeared, soft and familiar, her bun slightly lopsided and a hoodie—one of alessia's, of course—slipping off one shoulder. fairy lights twinkled in the background and nestled against her, curled up like a kitten in a pile of blankets, was you.

"mummy!" you squealed, eyes lighting up. "me and mama saw you! on the telly! you and auntie lolo had princess dresses on!"

"you did?" alessia beamed, her tiredness melting away in an instant. "did we look okay?"

"you looked like a princess!" you shouted proudly as you nodded, holding up a scribbled drawing — two stick figures in dresses, both with big blonde hair. "i drawed you!"

leah leaned into the frame, her smile soft as she whispered. "she made me rewind it three times just to watch you walk on stage. apparently, that's her new favorite sport."

alessia's heart clenched, the ache of being apart more present than ever even if it was only for the night. "i miss you both so much," she said, her voice dipping low as a pout appeared on her lips. "the next event... it's big, but it's not this." alessia motioned gently toward the screen, toward you and leah.

"you're not missing much," leah teased trying to lighten the mood. "we are eating popcorn for dinner and arguing over whether little one here can have a third marshmallow stack."

"two," alessia said, mock stern. "we agreed on two."

you giggled and threw your hands in the air. "b-but mummy, my mouth told me it's hungry!"

leah rolled her eyes affectionately. "she's been rehearsing that one all day."

alessia smiled, eyes softening. "i just wish i was at home. with you both. golden boot or not."

"well," leah said, adjusting the phone slightly to show the paused tv screen with alessia mid-smile on stage, "you have made our night. and we'll have the couch, the fort, and maybe the rest of the marshmallow stacks waiting for you when you come home."

the taxi pulled to a slow stop in front of the women's super league awards venue. alessia glanced out at the lights, the waiting photographers, the blur of her second big night.

"okay," alessia murmured. "time for round two."

you reached toward the screen. "bring your trophy home, mummy!"

alessia winked. "only if mama doesn't eat all the popcorn." you giggled holding the tub tighter making alessia smile.

"i make no promises," leah smirked. "go shine, our golden girl. we love you so much."

⸻

the key turned quietly in the front door just after midnight.

alessia stepped in, holding the gleaming golden boot trophy in one hand and kicking her heels off with the other. the house was dimly lit, the fairy lights still glowing. her waistcoat jacket was filled with crinkles, her hair slightly messy from the rain that had started on the drive home.

alessia walked quietly into the living room, her heart beating just that little bit faster at the sight.

leah was curled on the couch, half-asleep, you sprawled across her chest like a warm starfish, a few popcorn kernels still stuck to her jumper. the cozy couch blanket half heartily slung across the two of you.

alessia stood there for a moment, just watching. this. this was the award she really cared about.

alessia placed the golden boot gently on the coffee table, next to your crayon drawing making a mental note to stick it on the fridge door, as she crouched down in front of the couch. leah stirred a little, blinking open her eyes. "hey," leah whispered, voice hoarse and filled with sleep.

"hi," alessia replied, brushing a strand of hair from leah's cheek. "i missed you."

leah smiled sleepily. "you were brilliant. we both are so proud."

"i saw," alessia whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple and then one to leah's lips. leah pulled alessia down, gently, until alessia was lying half on her, half on the couch, the three of them tangled in soft blankets and warm arms.

"you're home," leah whispered. alessia nodded, eyes drifting shut. "yeah. finally." and in the quiet of the early morning, with the glow of her trophy behind her and the two people who mattered most in her arms, alessia could sleep like the champion she was — golden, grounded, and completely, utterly loved.

[bella-rose29]

there is literally no reason to use ai

none at all

I'm going on a rant I'm sorry but it pains me so much to see people using it because where are your critical thinking skills??? this is the point of being human, is thinking and creating for ourselves so that we can also create joy. not just joy for us, but joy for others, because whatever work you put out someone out there will enjoy it.

as a writer and someone who dabbles in art it makes me so sad when I see ai based work, because these things are what make us human!!!!

we've been telling stories since the beginning of humanity!!! we've been creating art since then too!!! it's how we communicate and interact and express ourselves, and best of all it doesn't cost the planet.

there's one specific post that always comes to mind when ai is mentioned now, and it's someone saying "I will never understand how high schoolers managed before chat. your telling me you sat here and wrote a 600 word essay by yourself..."

yes, the wrong your was used. yes, the caption said "yet I'm still failing".

600 words is nothing. I can sit and write 600 words in about half an hour. yes okay I'm a fast writer and even faster typer, but 600 words is nothing, and the reason I can write it so fast is because I developed the skills for it. if people use ai for schoolwork then people will get dumber, because they won't develop the things they need to be able to write properly. and I don't just mean essays and stories (because yeah I'm predominantly a fic writer), but basic things like problem solving and writing a simple email.

my uni degree is classics so I have to write super long essays (6000 words is the longest I've done, the rest are between 2k and 3k words), and I have to use my brain for it. I can't just plug the question into chat gpt and hand that in, not just because we have ai checkers but because I need an opinion and I need to analyse and debate and think. 600 words of essay is nothing, but it sets you up for doing longer pieces like 2500 words of essay. I'm aware that not everyone will study a subject that needs essays, and not everyone will go to uni, but this stuff is important.

as an artist (ish) it upsets me because I know how much work and time and effort goes into creating a piece. my mum does a lot of painting and she spends hours and hours and hours on one piece, and feels so great about herself after because she can look at it and say wow, *I* did that. art has done wonders for all my family, and it does wonders for me. it doesn't have to be perfect but that's the whole point, because it shows that a human created it. by using ai it diminishes the artists who work so hard to get their pieces out there for people to see and enjoy

so yeah, there's no reason to use ai. not ever, not even a little bit. I have no idea how coherent any of this is, but oh well

[estrellami-1]

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“You never really grew out of it, did you?” Eddie asks, sardonic laugh ringing out across the dystopian landscape.

Steve’s heart stutters in his chest. “What?” He whispers.

Eddie shrugs, teeth clenched in a sharp grin. “That whole show up there. Tearing a bat in half? Overkill. Not impressive at all. Just peacocking, trying to get us to admit that you’re still the king.”

“N-no, I-”

“N-no, I-” Eddie mocks, something sharp in his eye. “C’mon, King Steve, aren’t you gonna let me have it? What, are you scared a queer is gonna beat your ass?”

“I don’t care about that-”

“No? Then Byers is lying, is that what you’re saying? Y’know he hates you, too.” Eddie’s nails are sharp, elongating into talons, and Steve’s heart thumps twice before settling into a regular rhythm again.

“No he doesn’t.”

“Oh, there he is!” Eddie-not-Eddie crows, arms spread wide. “All hail the king!”

Steve stops walking, watches as Eddie-not-Eddie grows, watches as his face twists into a gruesome facsimile. “Y’know, you’re almost right about one thing,” Steve says lazily, reaching a hand behind himself.

“Oh? Not everything?” Vecna taunts. “What, pray tell, am I almost right about?”

“In all the ways that count, I am still King Steve.” In one smooth movement, he draws his bat out from behind himself and embeds it in Vecna’s side. “Now!” He yells, and El ripples into existence, throwing her arm out in front of her. Vecna is yanked on invisible strings backwards until he’s impaled on Eddie’s spear. Behind Eddie, Nancy shoots Vecna in the head as Eddie runs out of the danger zone, flicking his lighter for Robin. She steps up and throws a Molotov at Vecna’s feet, another one ready should she need it.

Bats swirl in the sky as Vecna dies. Everyone readies their weapons again, but the bats descend on Vecna, feasting on the helpless lord of the Upside Down.

“Wow,” Steve says, “ironic much?”

Robin lets out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. There’s movement in the corner of Steve’s eye, but by the time he turns to look, he’s already being tackled.

“Christ,” Eddie whispers, “I hated that, I hated that so much, you’re never allowed to be the bait again, sweetheart, you hear me?”

Steve just laughs, wraps his arms around Eddie in return. “The good news is I won’t need to anymore,” he tells Eddie. “That was it. Now we’ve just gotta get out of here.”

“Mhm,” Eddie hums, but doesn’t move. “I didn’t mean a damn thing I said.”

“Eddie,” Steve tries, but Eddie just clings harder. “Baby. I know. I know you think I’ve changed. I know Jon doesn’t hate me. I know you thought me ripping the bat apart was really impressive.”

“Fuckin’ Ozzy,” Eddie murmurs. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees with a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. “Now c’mon. Let’s get out of here.” He grins and lowers his voice so the girls can’t hear. “You can make it up to me. Show me just how impressive you really thought I was.”

Eddie freezes, then scrambles up. “Well then what are we waiting for?” He demands, pulling a laughing Steve up. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Okay,” Steve giggles, finally catching his breath. He slings an arm over Eddie’s shoulders, then wraps his other arm around Robin’s. She’s holding hands with Nancy, and Steve grins at her. “Let’s go home.”

[xavistarlight]

I’ll watch your life in pictures, like I used to watch you sleep.

Synopsis: Caleb goes through your social media account after the explosion

cw : talks of grief, angst, mc still thinks Caleb died in the explosion.

Caleb sat on the couch in his bleak and bland sky haven apartment, scrolling through his phone.

Specifically through your moments account.

Filled with pictures of you and your friends, your smile so bright. The same bright smile you’d give him when he would come and visit.

He scrolled down just a bit farther to look at your replies

“ hey why would you post this, im mid blink?!? You’re getting blocked” he giggled at your reply

“still sassy as ever” he said out loud shaking his head.

That’s when he’d accidentally clicked the button taking him to your private messages.

His heart broke little by little seeing your texts

“Caleb guess what I did today, I made braised chicken wings! Not as good as yours tho but it’s a start.. I wish you were here.”

“earlier today there was a thunderstorm, I was so scared but what terrified me even more than the storm itself is when I remembered you’d never be here to soothe me through it again”

“ look at what I found in my camera roll today”

“1 attachment sent”

“ it’s when we were little and you scraped your knee trying to get my doll from under the porch, look at my amazing first aid skills! Sometimes I like to think if I’d have been the doctor that day you’d still be here, my friends would tell me not to joke about that but you would’ve thought it was funny”

“I can’t believe I’ll miss you longer than I knew you”

“some days my grief overwhelms me to the point I find it hard to do anything, but i try to remember what you told me when our goldfish died when we were little, grief is just love that has no place to go. in that case I have so much love for you Caleb it consumes me, it consumes my every being”

Caleb was in tears, it was taking everything in his power not to call you and let you know he was still here your Caleb was still here, the thing he had done for your own good was eating you alive. But he had to remind himself that it wouldn’t always one day he would feel you forget him like he used to feel you breathe.

He couldn’t see you hurt like this anymore dialing a number on his phone.

“send the statement” he said in a monotone voice.

Maybe if it was official you’d get over him, he needed you to get over him, he needed you to forget him no matter how much it hurt him he needed you to be safe.

Ping

You receive a message as your writing out your nightly text to Caleb stopping to check the message out.

Dear Ms.

We regret to inform you that, per the verification process conducted by Linkon City Government, Josephine and Caleb have been officially recorded as deceased due to an accident. We kindly request you to bring your valid identification to Linkon City Hall to complete the necessary record adjustments and collect the death certificates.

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.

Linkon City Hall

Your eyes well up in tears, this was it, it was final they’re gone, you go back to your message to Caleb deleting it completely breaking down in tears.

Caleb sees the three dots showing you were typing slowly fade off as he closes out of the app he’s met with his screen saver.

A picture of you asleep on the couch.

He would now watch your life in pictures like he used to watch you sleep.

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[imtryingbuck]

Nightmares

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky starts to feel guilty for keeping you up at night with his nightmares, you reassure him that it’s okay.

Word count: 1,134

Warnings: fluff. angst. Bucky has nightmares.

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He couldn’t help it, you knew that and tried to reassure him when it happened last time but he wouldn’t stop apologising and trying to sleep on the floor just so you could get a good nights sleep, which just ended up with you getting on the floor with him.

It happened again tonight, you was just about to be chomped on by a zombie when you was startled awake by a scream that you’ve heard many times before.

“Buck. Bucky wake up!” You knew better then to put your hands on him to nudge him awake, last time you did that it ended with your arm being twisted painfully behind you and spending the remaining of the night reassuring Bucky that you was okay, that he hadn’t hurt you.

“You’re okay, you’re safe” you repeated, running your fingers through his hair when he finally wakes. Harsh pants leaving his lips as he gasped for air, his eyes frantically looking around the room to try and find the danger, his left arm resting on your thighs protectively.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/n I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay, I’ve told you-“

“B-but you was asleep”

“I was about to be bit by a zombie so”

“What?”

“Yeah… anyway want to talk about what happened?”

“No” he moves so he could lay his head on your thigh, making you giggle softly when he taps your hand that’s on his head, letting out a whine when you don’t comply with his unspoken question then hums in content when you carry on running your fingers through his soft hair. “Just want to stay like this”

“Okay. Hey did I tell you that I beat Sam today when we trained together?”

“No…”

“He was being cocky in front of the new agents and I put him flat on his arse”

“That’s my girl!” Bucky beamed, lifting his right hand from your calve so you could high five him.

“It’s what he deserved trying to show up for the newbies” you laughed.

“I-I couldn’t get you out” he says quietly, his hand squeezing lightly around your ankle. “You were there… with me in that base and-and I couldn’t get you out. I let you down doll, I’m so sorry”

“Buck I’m here, I’m here with you, safe and protected here at the tower with our friends around us who wouldn’t let anyone hurt us, I’m safe here with you. You have never let me down. It was just a nightmare Bucky, I promise”

“I… I kept running out of time baby”

“It was a nightmare, in real life I know you’d always come for me”

“I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For always waking you up, I don’t mean too”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t mind, I would happily stay awake all night with you if you asked me too. Please don’t think you have to suffer through the nightmares alone Buck because you don’t, I’m here always”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Although he was still awake and no longer tossing and turning in his sleep, he was still sweating. “Buck? Want to have a bath with me?”

“It-it’s late?”

“So? Come on, I’ll run us a nice hot bath-“

“Lavender bubbles?” He perks up with a shy smile on his lips.

“With lavender bubbles”

Bucky got up out of the bed and held his hand out for you to take, he always loves having baths and showers with you - always calms him down after a bad day or nightmare. He holds your hand as you put the plug in and turn on the taps, helps you undo the bottle lid to pour a good amount of lavender bath bubbles, even holding your hand as you go and get towels for you both.

Testing the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot for you both, Bucky took his boxers off as you removed your his shirt. You keep ahold of his hand as he got in the bathtub first just as you were about to get in you notice that his whole body tenses, saying his name he begins to whimper and grip the side of the tub, ocean blue eyes beginning to frantically move around the bathroom.

“Bucky, baby you’re okay, you’re fine! Baby look at me hey handsome, you’re okay I promise” you lean down to kiss his hands that are still gripping the basin, bringing your own hands up slowly so he knows that you weren’t going to hurt him you slide your hands down his chest to his stomach - knowing that it helps him to calm down. You kept whispering words of love and encouragement to him. “Buck, listen to your heartbeat try and calm it down, good you’re doing so good baby. Now try and match your breathing with mine, can you do that for me?” He nods, his hands finally letting go off the side of the tub moving to hold yours.

“I-I’m so sorry doll, I’m so so-“

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because I’m not normal, I’m not a normal boyfriend for you an-and I don’t know why you put up with me”

“You are normal Bucky. Don’t ever say that again, I mean it. Your a perfect boyfriend who I love more than anything in this world, I put up with you because you put up with my crazy arse, I put up with you because we are a team, your my family Bucky. And I will always love you the way you are.”

“I love you. I love you so much” he told you and then helped you get in the tub with him, you shook your head and told him to move forward he tilted his head to the side but complied.

Getting in behind him, his body relaxed as he leans back. As you ran your fingers through his short hair he drew invisible shapes on your thigh. “I’m sorry I panicked, it’s just that in my nightmare you was drowning an-and I couldn’t save you” his whispered words cause your heart to ache even more.

“I’m okay Buck, I’m here with you”

“I know, I just panicked that’s all”

“It’s okay. Want me to wash your hair for you?”

“No, just want you to hold me”

And you did. You held him until the water went cold.

The alarm clock read 5:37am by the time you both got back into bed, Bucky clinging on to you like a lifeline whilst resting his head on your chest sleep overtaking him.

“Buck, would you still love me if I was a zombie?”

Closing your eyes with a smile on your face as Bucky chuckles softly, saying “Yes, I’d still love you if you were a zombie”

“Good, that’s good.”

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