#sorry I’m late to this 🤕

[roe-oo]

docfem77 and also docbutch ig

[moonchildstyles]

ik all of your harrys are so into eye contact but I think older h is REALLY into it 🤭 when he's fingering pretty girl making her feel sooooo good bc he's right on her g spot he's still right up close to her face looking in her eyes 🤭 he likes to see how her face changes when he hits the right spot and when she's about to cum 🤭 when she closes her eyes bc it's too much he's all "ah ah, need to look at me or I'll stop, and we wouldn't want that would we? not when you're sooo close" and he says that all pouty 🤭 a little mocking and mean 🤭 she opens her eyes to look at him again and he's praising her telling her she's such a good girl for him and that he'll make her cum so hard if she keeps her eyes on him 🤭🤕

NOOOOOO NOT HIM GETTING CLOSE TO HER FACE AND THE SOFT MOCKING U ARE SO EVIL FOR THAT AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!

[marlenesluv]

Hello can you make lando x reader where landi first meet our reader as as drifting competition like someone tag him and he see reader one of contestant and he was like so shock when he he see reader do drift and be like fan-boy mode

Tokyo Drift. (LN)

hi! sorry this is a little late, i hope an smau is fine? lmk tho, i can make a little fic or hc too! i hope you like it!!

pairing: lando norris x drifter!reader!fem

summary: reader is apart of Formula DRIFT, and her fans ship her and lando. (sorry thats the summary, but enjoy!)

fc: emilia.nia

warnings: none

masterlist -> masterlist link

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liked by: yourbsf, olliebearman, and 91,108 others

y/n.user: check my insta story/highlight for a new drifting vid in tokyo 🇯🇵❤️🤍

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driftingvids6: the car😍😍

user3: hi *louder than everyone else*

ln4edits: @landonorris needs to watch her vids! she’s so good

↳ f1fp11: frrr @landonorris she’s the best

y/nfp.88: guys, drift mom posted

yourbsf: can’t tell whats hotter, you or the car

↳ y/n.user: my tires 😮‍💨

↳ yourbsf: omg true 🤭

cschili55: she’s so pretty!! and the drifting??omg

driftqueen7: marry meeeeee

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: maxfewtrell, oscarpiastri, and 982,194 others

landonorris: tokyooooo❤️🤍

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y/nsog.fp5: the red and white hearts? yeah, that’s our girls’ colors, we aren’t stupid mr. norris

user1: he went to go see y/n fr fr

f1updates: max and lando, our favorite duo!

maxfewtrell: i love it here

↳ landonorris: who doesn’t love tokyo

ln4quad4: cars cars cars 😍

driftingpage: who wants to bet that he went and watched y/n?

↳ y/nsogfp: BROOOO he def did omgggg

user8: now that max has a gf, lando needs a new wag

↳ drift4ever: @y/n.user ….

↳ user8: @y/n.user

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

landos instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, danielricciardo, and 872,103 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, carmenmmundt, and 103,293 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Twitter:

Lando Updates @ln4updates • 3hr ago

Lando Norris is currently in Tokyo, Japan with Max Fewtrell and Max’s girlfriend, Pietra Pilao. Lando posted on his story with Y/n Y/l/n as well.

Y/n is apart of Formula DRIFT, she has been since 2019. She also drifts in Tokyo a lot with some of her friends!

Rumors are spreading that Lando and Y/n have been seen having dinner a few times this week🤔What do you think?

↳ DRIFT FanPage @fdriftfp • 3hr ago

I love Y/n and Lando so much, I think they would be a cute couple! My two fav drivers? Yes please!!

↳ Amanda @friendsenthusiast • 2hr ago

Y/n and Pietra content WHEN?!

↳ Landos Fits @ln4outfits • 2hr ago

They are really hard launching huh? But I’m here for it. I think they would be a power couple.

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 2hr ago

Sure, but…why do we have to ship them? I mean, I get they would be cute, but Y/n already has a bf. Me. So like, bye asf

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 2hr ago

LMAOOO you really got me for a second there, Jackson

↳ Jackson Talks @jax99talk • 1hr ago

Its not even believable, is it…?🤕

↳ Gracie @gracietalksf1 • 48mins ago

Nah, babe, it’s not 💓😍

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: landonorris, francisca.cgomes, and 158,127 others

tagged: landonorris, maxfewtrell, pietra.pilao

y/n.user: new york outtakes 😉

view comments…

landonorris: 😏❤️‍🔥

↳ y/n.user: 🤭❤️‍🔥

↳ maxfewtrell: gag me

↳ pietra.pilao: getting freaky in the comments??

user3: THE EMOJIS?? THE COMMENTS?? HELOO??

y/ndriftposts: our drifting mom is j hard launching rn guys

carmenmmundt: fits are always so good!!

↳ y/n.user: ty carm <3

↳ carmenmmundt: <33

ln4edits: UGH i love them already

f1wags: we’ve arrived. so..do we add y/n to the page?

*liked by creator*

↳ user7: Y/N LIKED IT???? OMG CONFIRMED?!

ogf1fp7: needed this today tbh

alexandrasaintmleux: prettyyy❤️❤️

↳ y/n.user: you you you❤️❤️

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: landonorris, lilymhe, and 125,293 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, oscarpiastri, and 1,281,923 others

tagged: y/n.user

landonorris: my home in three different seasons ❤️‍🔥

view comments…

y/n.user: i love my f1 driver bf

↳ landonorris: i love my formula drift gf

f1wags: WOAHHHH SHES SO PRETTY IM FLOORED

y/nfp8: MOTHER!!!!!!!

danielricciardo: finally got a girlfriend?

↳ landonorris: yes, the best one ever

↳ y/n.user: 😁

↳ danielricciardo: cheesing😁

↳ landonorris: of course she’s cheesing😮‍💨

↳ y/n.user: 🤭

user2: in love with their love

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[meowjunjun]

thinking about jake that has an oral fixation, everything just has to be slobbered and or sucked on by him. RAGGHH

like in the middle of cuddling or watching a movie, he’ll ask you "Can I suck on your fingers?" in a soft, whiny voice but soon that moment would undoubtedly escalate into a makeout sesh and then him dry jumping you like a pathetic loser🤕🤕

(confession: i don’t HATE the notorious puppy jake fancam,, it makes me cringe but sometimes i can stomach it n its like hold on…)

i think this is like my 3rd like ask of sorts? but none of them have been asks i believe.. just me screaming into the void 😣

HII sorry I’m late lol…. But omg. Yes. Absolutely. JAKE ORAL FIXATION IS REAL I CAN CONFIRM IT GUYS. But yes you’re so right he’s SUCH a pervy gross loser… no but ur so right abt the ending fairy!! Like hear me out guys it’s not THAT bad..

ANYWAYS LOLOLOL

Jake is HONESTLY such a slut. He can’t do anything without thinking about having any part of you in his mouth, he just needs it soso bad. I feel in the movie scenario it would absolutely end up like that. He would probably end up in your lap, getting off on your thigh while your fingers are in his mouth and he looks at you with the sweetest, neediest puppy eyes. He would for sure make the cutest choked noises, moaning around your fingers while they’re pressing down on his tongue. Or, it would end up with him between your legs, rutting his clothed bulge against your cunt while you shove your fingers down his throat. He can barely even keep a pace, just humping you with his hips going a relentless speed. He needs to cum so bad, he just can’t help it. He’d be such a pretty sight, eyes tearing up while he whines and chokes around your fingers, forehead slick with sweat. He’d end up cumming so soon, making a sticky mess in his sweatpants as his hips stutter against you. He might even end up overstimulating himself, it’s like his cock has a mind of its own… he would probably keep rutting against you subconsciously even after he’s came, he just can’t get enough of you :(.

[mbbmz]

HI! I hope everything goes well :3 If I'm not asking too much, could you do something with kokonoi? anything is fine, I just need material on my favorite tokrev boy 🤕💗

Helloooo thx for requesting bby

Sorry I took soooo long I didn’t have any inspo for him 😔

Anyways IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I DID MY BEST- (hope you’ll at least enjoy this a lil)

Also English ain’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’s mistakes or if some things doesn’t really make sense-

Warnings: none, slight hurt/comfort I think with fluffy fluff at the end 🤭 Bonten Koko

You loved your husband, you truly did.

And you were sure he loved you too. It’s just that… he had a hard time showing it. You definitely didn’t doubt his love. You knew that he just wasn’t the most affectionate person out there.

But even so, you began craving the touch and loving words he didn’t give you, you craved his lips on yours and your fingers intertwined with his. Yet you didn’t ask, because you knew, Hajime Kokonoi wasn’t an affectionate person.

You were alone in your shared bed that night, thoughts bouncing between worry for him and worry for your heart. He told you many times to not worry about him, but how could you not ? Your husband was out late at night doing shady, well, shady isn’t really the right word, illegal work that could cost him his life. Not without some struggling, you finally fell asleep, looking at the diamond ring on your nightstand.

After who knows how long, you woke up feeling some shuffling on the bed. Through your half lidded eyes, you recognized the silhouette of your husband, finally home, safe and sound. You couldn’t help but let a subconscious smile grace your lips, as you closed back your eyes.

- Welcome home… you muttered, voice weak and hoarse, laced with sleepiness

He said nothing, sliding under the blanket beside you. You didn’t know if it was the tiredness or something else, but you weren’t having it tonight.

You shifted closer to him, pressing your chest against his back as you wrapped your arms around him.

- I miss you…

His eyes widened in slight surprise. Your way of saying it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

You didn’t miss him, you were missing him still.

He let out a small sigh, rolling around to face your half asleep figure. For the first time in a while, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his nose in your hair. You smiled softly, relishing in his warmth. You were happy, even so when you heard him whispering those words.

- I love you.

[kichiyosh1]

Hi ,, my heads full of final exams and scara 🤕

this is my first request of a story of any kind but..

Top of the class reader who is trying to help her boyfriend scara pass his exams! But scara would much rather steal looks at her then look at the work questions in front of him. Reader scolds him but it goes in one ear and out the other, bc he thinks it cute (but wouldn’t want to admit it) ㅠㅠ

I’m not sure if you’ve done something similar but, I hope this was a sufficient request for u too work with ٩˙ヘ˙و

– 🌀 anon !!

Focus on the paper, not me!

modern au!scaramouche x f!reader

Sorry this was late! Woooh exams, good thing i won't be dealing with those for a while. That info is more than sufficient, in fact i was already able to picture a whole plot in my head thanks to it 🌀 anon!

»»————>

"Scara, we've been at this for hours and we've only studied one chapter."

You'd say the situation was quite... hopeless. You weren't using that term on your boyfriend though. Of course not, you know how well he's able to do good with his grades, but his ways of staying academically afloat are indeed questionable.

Having to drink black coffee the moment he wakes up and cramming lessons and assignments by 3am in the morning was impressive, but seriously unhealthy. You wouldn't be surprised either if he did the same thing for his exams, but surprised you were when he came up to you one day to ask for you to help him study.

and that leads to now.

"How 'bout you try answering these work questions and we'll focus on reviewing the ones you get wrong. We'll start by answering the simpler questions before moving onto—" Your hands were busy rummaging through papers while your gaze shifted left and right across the work sheets.

It was at times like this where Scara's able to take a good look at you. The concentrated look on your face made you look so cute and eager. Your cheeks puffed out just a tiny bit like a little chipmunk busying itself with collecting acorns, or in your case, helping him study.

You handed him a pen and laid out the papers, reminding him that it was alright if he didn't get all of them right, just a couple to prove that he at least learned something. "How nice of you, though if I end up getting a score least of what you're expecting, then that's on you." he was already through to five questions, posture facing the paper but his eyes flicker from time to time to you.

"You should be grateful I'm even willing to help you. Do you know how many others would want to be in your position right now?" you crossed your arms with a huff.

"Good thing I got to you first."

"You didn't, I just declined tutoring all of them because I didn't have the energy for it."

"Oh, then how lucky am I, to have such a sweet, loving and caring girlfriend look after me, who also happens to be incredibly smart too~."

You would have nudged him hard, but you didn't want the ink of his pen to run the wrong way. So you could only look at him in disbelief, debating if you should feel happy about his compliment, or offended that he could have implied that he pursued you for your smarts. Knowing Scaramouche, you decided not to take it to heart, after all he was prone to teasing you one way or another.

"Your talk better be as strong as your bite, because unless you want to count my face as part of your exam, I suggest you keep your eyes on your paper, scara." You say with folded hands and a close eyed smile, though the irk mark on your forehead was showing.

He wasn't subtle at all, stealing glances at a time like this when he should be focused on answering. A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, only a few more questions left.

'I'll have you know if this exam remotely has anything involving you in it, I'd ace it no problem.' he wouldn't tell you that though. It was already embarrassing how he couldn't think straight since his thoughts would always keep circling back to you.

"Even your ugly face would be more appealing to look at right now instead of this annoying exam." He says handing you his finished papers, stretching out his back before focusing his attention on to you.

"At least I'm not dumb enough that I would be in need of a tutor, right? Makes you think that pretty face of yours is all you have going" this time you could only give him a deadpanned look in return before scanning over his papers. His face is bright red because of the uno reverse you just pulled.

The silence after that was deafening, making your best efforts to ignore him. A part of him slightly now regretted what he said so standing up from his position, draping his arms over your shoulder from behind, he could only sigh.

"You're not mad because of what I said right? You know I didn't mean it. Your face is anything but that if not it's— pleasing. It's nice to look at. It makes me feel at peace whenever I see you smiling, or whatever kind of expression you're wearing it always makes me feel like everything's gonna be alright. Like right now, when you—" he got cut off when you titled you head to the side. Your lips meeting his, giving him a peck on the lips before having your body fully face him.

"It's nice hearing you say those things, but you don't need to explain yourself. I think you've given enough evidence to show the court how much you like looking at me. I mean I do too, but at least I'm discreet about it!" You chuckled while placing the papers down, leaving scara once again all red in the face, but it disappeared just as quickly when he saw the serious look on your face.

"Oh, and you didn't get a single answer right by the way. So I'm hoping you can focus on the paper and not me this time."

"..."

"Why are you just staring at me?"

"I'm soaking in the image of your face into my memory so that I don't keep looking at you later on."

"I take it back, you are hopeless."

____

If anything's inconsistent please ignore it lol I didn't proof read yet cuz my eyes keep going ⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️ cuz I'm sleepy so imma do that tomorrow.

[dewdropreader]

For the hug prompt! Only if you want 💛

🤕 panic hug / "I'm glad you're okay"

Or 😴 sleepy hug / falling asleep together

(Decided to do Panic Hug, but still may do a sleepy hug if the mood strikes!! Hope you enjoy!!)

🤕 panic hug / "I'm glad you're okay"

And/Or

😴 sleepy hug / falling asleep together

—

Loki really wants to know when he became such a nervous wreck.

Was it simply when he first was plucked from his timeline and brought to the TVA? Surely that would make anyone a bit more prone to being frazzled.

Maybe it was all of the world-altering chaos he’d been exposed to throughout this time. Realistically, this was probably it. He loved chaos, but found there was an amount even too much for him.

But really… he knows the true answer. None of that cataclysmic chaos would have mattered to him without stakes. Stakes brought by Mobius. Brought by being in love.

So now, even though the true catastrophes and world ending problems had been solved, he finds himself on edge where it pertains to Mobius.

And currently, Mobius is meant to be home from his mission— a simple stakeout to monitor for abnormalities on a timeline of interest— and he is nowhere to be found.

He was supposed to be home hours ago… or what passes for hours. It’s been too long, that’s all Loki knows. And Mobius hasn’t contacted him either, not since the day prior (time may be different in the TVA compared to a timeline but not enough to explain no contact for this long… unless something happened?)

Loki runs his hands through his hair for perhaps the hundredth time. He’s messaged Mobius multiple times with no response. What if there was an abnormality on the timeline? Something dangerous that shouldn’t have been there, something that hurt him?

He lets out a frustrated growl as he taps into his TemPad again, refreshing as if that will make a message suddenly appear.

If something hurt Mobius… he doesn’t know exactly what he’d do. He’s caused destruction and havoc at even the thought or threat of such, so if he were to find something happened to him after so many near misses and times he truly did lose him when trying to fix the loom and beyond… he’s not sure he could take it again.

He needs to go to the records bay, find out Mobius’ exact location and take himself there to check it out—

The door swings open, revealing a sweaty and slightly dirty but seemingly unharmed Mobius.

“Hey, Lokes, I’m sorry—”

Loki crashes into him, nearly bowling him over, only stopped by the door that Mobius just barely got to shut behind him. Mobius’ body is slightly pressed into the door with the pressure of Loki’s tight hug around him. Loki’s arms wind around Mobius’ form and squeeze, one hand coming up to cradle his head and pull it into his own shoulder.

“Oh, Loki. Missed you too,” Mobius huffs softly, a soft smile clear in his voice.

“What happened?” Loki murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the soft silver of Mobius’ hair.

“Sorry, love. My TemPad ran out of juice. You know I’m bad at charging those things.” Mobius pulls back just enough to meet Loki’s eyes, but keeps himself tucked into his hold, both hands resting on the small of Loki’s back. “We were split up for a time so I didn’t have a chance to get Verity or anyone else to message to let you know I’d be late either.”

Loki lets out a shaky sigh. “I'm glad you're home. I was so worried…”

Mobius frowns softly, but nods. “I get it. I’m sorry I scared you, darling. But I’m here, unharmed.” Mobius tilts up to press a kiss to Loki’s tense jaw. “And I’m all yours. Mission debrief isn’t until tomorrow.”

Loki smiles softly and tugs Mobius back into the tight hold. For a while, they just stand, firmly holding each other. After a moment though, Mobius feels Loki trembling slightly. Then, a soft tear lands on his head.

“Loki, are you okay?” Mobius whispers.

“I’m sorry. It’s stupid. I know you’re fine, I just…” Loki murmurs, avoiding Mobius’ gaze as he once again pulls back. “I’m so weak when it comes to you. I’ve lost you and nearly lost you so many times before, I just can’t have it happen again.”

Mobius swallows. He knows that Loki is a gentler soul than anyone ever gave him credit for, and that everything they’ve been through has only made him more intense in his already deep emotions. The fear of being alone, the desperate protectiveness over loved ones, it’s all been amplified with everything that’s happened.

“Hey,” Mobius says softly, gently tilting Loki’s face towards him with two fingers. The same fingers trace soft lines down his cheek and jaw and back again as he talks. “I know how worried you get. I’m sorry I let you panic for so long, I should have done more to check in.”

Loki shakes his head. “No. You were on a mission, it makes sense, that’s the focus. It’s not your fault. I’m just… I don’t know…”

“I get it. It’s okay. I know the feeling, we’ve both been through a thousand lifetimes, it’s made us extra cautious and on edge, especially for each other.”

Loki sniffs softly, blinking away the last of his panicked tears. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Better than okay.” Mobius gives a soft smile, warm enough that Loki can’t help but smile in response. He leans forward and presses a long kiss to Mobius’ forehead.

Mobius simply smiles and tucks himself back into Loki’s hold, certain it’s the safest place he could ever be.

[heytheredeann]

for the hug prompts, 🤕 for napollya? <3

Thank you for the prompt! Sorry for being so late, but here, have some good old whump without context LOL. I hope you will enjoy it!

“Wake up, please wake up—”

Before he even manages to open his eyes, he hears the voice, a panicked, constant refrain whispered into his ear. He can’t immediately recall where he is or why there’s something pressing down so hard on his lungs, but he recognizes Solo’s voice by instinct, and he has little choice but to wake up, to find out the reason behind the fear in his words.

He finds that he is propped up against Solo’s chest, held against him by an arm circling his ribs, and that there is an hammering pain in his temple, a tickling sensation down his cheek—blood. He’s bleeding. It isn’t exactly surprising.

His first attempt at speaking is pitiful, more of a grunt than anything else, but Solo takes his uncoordinated squirming as a sign of life, letting out a relieved sigh that almost breaks into a cry. “Shit, Peril, thank Christ—I’m so glad you are okay—hey, hey, easy, don’t move, we don’t want the sniper to finish the job.”

Sniper?

He hadn’t fully realized that they are pressed together, hidden behind the flimsy protection of a car. Solo is still holding tight onto him, his free hand clutching his gun, and Illya instinctively starts looking for his own weapon. He has no choice but to give it up when the smallest movement of his head sends the world spinning. He feels like throwing up.

[More on Ao3]

[collapse-and-comfort]

🤕✨🤕 The prodigal blogger returns! May I present a two-in-one prompt fill for @lurkingwhump. Caretaker finds Whumpee in a warehouse -> Whumpee wakes up in the hospital and is comforted by Caretaker -> Whumpee wakes up in a panic and there is more comfort! I hope you enjoy! 🤕✨🤕

Taylor skidded to a halt by Hatcher’s body and sank to their knees beside them on the filthy concrete floor in a far corner of the warehouse.

They’redeadThey’redeadThey’redead. And it’s all my fault.

Nothing in Taylor allowed for the possibility that Hatcher was still alive, that they weren’t too late, that the weeks of searching for Hatcher, and hoping and fighting hadn’t been for nothing. This was the eventuality Taylor had prepared themself for since Hatcher hadn’t returned from their last mission. Taylor knew that the person responsible for this would not have left Hatcher alive. No, this was a final sick jest, leaving Hatcher’s body among the debris of an abandoned warehouse among rusted, defunct machinery. 

What did you think was going to happen?

They were not fast enough, they weren’t strong enough, and this was the price. It was of no consolation to Taylor that their enemy didn’t live to see the dividends of that abuse.

I’m so sorry, Taylor thought as they reached out and touched Hatcher’s shoulder. I’m so goddamn sorry.

But there was feverish, living heat beneath Taylor’s palm instead of cold rigor. 

“Hatcher?!”

Hatcher flinched and wheezed. They tried to curl away from Taylor, but that small effort was too much; they groaned and went still. Hatcher’s right eye was only open a slit, but it tracked Taylor hazily. Their left eye was completely swollen shut. 

“It’s okay, Hatcher! It’s me! I’m here. I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.” Taylor was aware they were a hair’s breadth from blathering like an idiot, but it was better than breaking down amidst apologies for everything that Hatcher had endured. 

Hatcher’s left leg was bent at a grotesque angle. Bruises in various stages of healing littered their exposed flesh and their hair was bloody and matted. Taylor didn’t dwell on what other injuries might be lurking under Hatcher’s filthy, tattered clothing. Yes, being action-oriented was preferable, and if Hatcher was in any state to do so, they’d agree. 

“I’m gonna get you home, Hatch.”

Hatcher whimpered and their body went lax again.

The dank, earthen air was also saturated with the sharp scents of fear and pain. Taylor drew in a deep breath of that air, gripped their radio hard, and found command of their voice again.

“I need medics at my location! NOW!”

—

Everything was off. Not quite real. Hatcher was unsure if they were floating or weighted down with unseen lead. One of their eyes was open, but they couldn’t recall opening it in the first place. The light was dim, and they were lost, as though their mind, body, and senses were scattered across an eternal twilight. They could hear things, but the sounds had no particular meaning. 

They groaned; they were only vaguely aware the sound came from them. 

An intake of breath came from their left, then something like a pleasingly manic chuckle. 

“How are you even awake?” asked a familiar voice. Care, affection. Safety. Something creaked, and then there were footsteps. Hatcher opened their mouth to say something, but the jumble of feelings remained stuck in their throat, and they were left with a gormless expression on their face and the feeling that their body was, indeed, weighted down with lead and their head was stuffed with cotton.

Taylor’s features, exhausted but full of warmth, swam into their limited view.

“Hey,” they said. 

Hatcher blinked at Taylor and tried to reply, but their words must have evaporated in their horrifically dry mouth. Their right eye didn’t have the same problem, though. The prickle of tears stung there. The surprise of the sensation - why should they be so emotional, so confused? - made them blink. They swallowed hard and tried to speak again. They weren’t lucid enough to be embarrassed by the choked noise that escaped them, or to be overly concerned with the fact they couldn’t see out of their left eye. Their already limited vision swam and their head spun.

“Shh,” Taylor said, their voice barely straining the bounds of a whisper. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

Hatcher was unspeakably grateful for the warm weight of Taylor’s palm on their shoulder and the brush of their fingertips on their forehead. It kept them from breaking apart and spiraling away.

“I’m not sure how you’re awake, Hatch, but you really, really don’t have to be.”

Hatcher tried to answer - at least they thought they did - but they closed their eyes as Taylor’s fingers brushed over their forehead. Something felt off, but Taylor was there, so what could be wrong? The realization that their hair was gone trickled in, but their muscles were relaxing, their breathing was deepening and they couldn’t bring themself to care. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Taylor said as they patted Hatcher’s shoulder. “Get some rest, now.”

Hatcher began to argue - force of habit, they supposed - before being tugged mercifully beneath a tide of distant pain and chemical interference. 

—

The outdated Fish and Game magazine in Taylor’s lap was of no particular interest to them. They attempted to read the same paragraph for a fourth time before folding it shut and setting it aside. Rain pattered lightly against the window, a gentle reminder the world outside still existed. Taylor rubbed their eyes with their fingertips until they saw stars and shifted in their bordering-on-uncomfortable seat. They stifled a jaw-cracking yawn when they heard the tiniest hitch in Hatcher’s breath. 

Then came a whimper that jolted energy through Taylor. They stood and walked over to Hatcher’s bed and in the few steps it took them to get there, Hatcher was looking at them - or perhaps beyond them - in wide-eyed terror. 

Hatcher was gasping for air as the heart monitor's pace accelerated.

A month of searching for Hatcher. A month of planning and stopping and starting and running into dead ends, then starting over again. Taylor had thought it was going to tip them and the rest of the team over into madness, but they had recovered Hatcher, in body at least. Hatch would have to reunite with themself, but until they could do that, Taylor would happily mediate. To that end, they took decisive, loving action.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Taylor said as they gently caught both of Hatcher’s flailing hands, the casualties of which would surely have been their IV, nasal cannula, bandages, and incisions. “That is a bad idea. Even by your standards.”

Hatcher groaned as they fought weakly against Taylor, their eyes dim and unfocused; their unbroken leg shifted beneath the sheets.

It rained a little harder outside.

“Shh, Hatch. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“Nuh-no,” Hatcher rasped as they tried to roll toward the door. “Stay ‘way.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You…you don’t have to fight anymore, Hatch, you don’t. You’re safe.” Taylor kept their voice low, as though they risked alerting an enemy. They knew that at worst, they’d disrupt another patient, or interupt a night nurse from their other duties, but the quiet seemed kinder, felt necessary as they pressed Hatcher’s shoulders down. “Look at me, Hatcher. Shh, shh, can you look at me?”

Hatcher’s unbandaged eye - their poor, bruised, bloodshot eye - glistened as they shook their head. (The doctors said the other eye would, in time, heal. Same with the rest of their body, though who knew how many more surgeries that would take?)

“No,” Hatcher murmured as they scanned Taylor’s face, uncomprehending. “P-please dont. No more.”

“Shh,” Taylor interrupted quietly. They knew all too well who Hatcher thought they were talking to. And they knew that that person was no longer a problem. Whatever power vacuum was left behind could fill itself at its own convenience and their team would be there. All of them. ”I’m here, Hatch.” 

Taylor covered both of Hatcher’s hands with one of theirs and rested their other hand on Hatcher’s jawline. They moved their thumb on Hatcher’s cheek in slow, steady strokes; they didn’t allow their hand or their voice to shake as they tried to calm and comfort Hatcher. 

Hatcher drew a breath, in and in until Taylor thought Hatcher’s lungs would surely burst.

“Easy, Hatch! Easy, easy! Breathe out now, breathe out.”

Hatcher released it with shaky difficulty. They groaned and tried to pull away as they exhaled, but they pulled their next stuttering breath in with less desperation.

“That’s good, that’s right,” Taylor quietly praised as they tried to keep Hatcher still without hurting them worse. “Just breathe for me. I’m right here.”

Taylor couldn’t have said if it was from exhaustion, medication, or because they were getting through to Hatcher, but Hatcher’s breath slowly came with more ease. As the pad of Taylor’s thumb moved softly over Hatcher’s face, Hatcher’s eye widened as they looked at Taylor. Really looked at them.

“T-Tay?”

Taylor nodded solemnly and grasped one of the hands they’d been restraining.

Disbelief on Hatcher’s face followed quickly on the heels of recognition. 

“Taylor?” Hatcher asked as though they were expecting to be made the butt of a cruel joke. 

“Yeah,” Taylor said, nodding and smiling, the tightness in their chest loosened, but the lump growing in their throat grew. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Hatcher’s eye strained from corner to corner.

“Where?

“You're in the hospital. You're safe.”

Hatcher's breathing began to settle and they nodded, but they dropped their gaze and frowned deeply. 

“Probably doesn’t feel that way, huh?”

Hatcher huffed out a breath, a haggard, pitiful sound masquerading as grim humor. They shed a silvery tear and swallowed hard.

“Oh, hey,” Taylor murmured. They squeezed Hatcher’s hand and then brushed away the tear, ridding them of what they knew Hatcher would view as an indignity. They could do that small thing for them and pretend for the moment that the future didn’t hold deluges of tears. 

The sound of the heart monitor became less insistent. 

The muscle in Hatcher’s jaw tensed and something blazing and hard-headed flickered in their eyes. And Taylor knew - it was almost premonitory in its suddenness and certainty - that Hatcher was going to be okay. They would be a pain in the ass. They would reinjure themself. It would be a long goddamn haul, but Hatcher would heal. And Taylor wouldn’t leave their side.

“You are, though,” Taylor said, tracing their fingertips over Hatcher’s temple. “You’re safe.”

—-

Hatcher filled their lungs then exhaled. It steadied them, though they felt disconnected from the action. They weren’t used to breathing without pain anymore. Their heart wasn’t lodged so firmly in their throat now and the nightmare that chased them out of their drugged slumber was now being kept at bay by the brush of Taylor’s fingers. 

The muscles in Hatcher’s neck were beginning to relax and their head sunk back onto the pillow. They watched Taylor above them. It was far better than taking inventory of their body - or what was left of it. Taylor’s face was as kind as always, but there was a harried tension in their eyes and at the corner of their mouth that Hatcher could recall seeing only rarely. Through their disorientation and the drugs coursing through their system, a thought cut through that made Hatcher wish they had the strength to wrap Taylor into a hug.

Please, they pleaded in their mind. Please don’t blame yourself for this. I made my choices. Nothing to be done about it now.

“Do you need anything?” Taylor asked.

Don’t leave me, Hatcher though as their eye slipped shut and they made a noise in the back of their throat that they felt constituted a “no.” 

Taylor’s palm moved placidly in a pattern over their heart.

" 'kay," Taylor said.

“Hair?” Hatcher inquired.

“It had to go,” Taylor lamented. The sadness in their smile was there and gone, though Hatcher wasn’t the wiser. “But bald is a good look on you.”

Hatcher was dimly aware of a smile on their face as they drifted.

"Get some sleep, Hatch."

[jongshiftz]

Hi! I was looking through you stuff to script posts. And I was wondering if you could make one for pregnancy? Like, immune to nergative pregnancy effects, etc. ?

hello! i’m so sorry for the late reply and the lack of posts lately, but i had a lot of exams 😞😞 tysm for requesting tho! 🫶 here’s all i could think of 🤕🤕

also! thank you so much for all the recent likes n follows! 💕💕

# stuff to script - pregnancy.

… your pregnancy is healthy and safe.

… your stomach doesn’t hurt because of your weird cravings and food combinations (☠️☠️).

… you aren’t nauseous, don’t throw up, don’t get morning sickness.

… people give up their seats for you, like you get a seat anywhere you go (in a bus or something).

… you have a healthy back that doesn’t hurt.

… you don’t have mood swings.

… you never get stretch marks.

… you won’t have postpartum depression (‼️).

… you don’t get labor contractions.

… you don’t have trouble falling asleep.

… you don’t have to pee too often.

… you aren’t constantly tired and sleepy.

… getting stressed doesn’t affect your baby (or just script you don’t get stressed!).

… giving birth isn’t as painful and goes fast.

… you don’t lose a lot of blood while giving birth.

… your baby (or babies) is healthy, free from any illnesses.

[sterekchub]

Can you do one that focuses on derek with someone (Scott or stiles) and his weight gain is focused on his hips, thighs, and butt. So he just has a really feminine shape. And I don’t mind if he acts kinda feminine too😉 but that’s up to you. Thank you!! This would mean the world to me cause I’m home all week with a concussion 🤕. This would make my day!

I’m sorry this is so- so late. But I really like soft Derek. Who acts all tough as an Alpha but Stiles know he just wants to give it all up and be cared for. Maybe Stiles talks Derek into giving it up- let Scott be Alpha and he and Derek should go buy a little cottage somewhere where Derek doesn’t need to always be near death.

Stiles gets them everything Derek refused to get himself. The ridiculous teddy bear, the comfortable sheets with way too many pillows that don’t match, the fluffy slippers, the pictures of themselves and the pack all over the walls.

And Stiles cooks. A lot. Makes sure there’s always desserts hanging around, gets the really expensive coffee machine to make Derek his favorite calorie-bomb sugary coffees. Has a cabinet just dedicated to Derek’s sweet tooth and junk food cravings. He makes meals that are so good Derek knows he’s overeating but just doesn’t care.

And Stiles- he would go stir crazy not working. So he goes to work everyday and Derek is content to clean the house and work in their garden and go and buy the increasingly long grocery list…isn’t nearly as good of a cook as Stiles, but he watches videos to try (and if it doesn’t work out he still eats the evidence)

So naturally it doesn’t take long at all before Derek begins to pile on a lot of weight. At first he gets a little bit thicker all over, abs disappearing behind a pudgy belly…and then the weight all goes to his lower half.

Derek definitely gets insecure about it at first, feels like it’s a more feminine way to gain, but Stiles makes a few…”crush me with those thighs and sit on my face”’comments and spends his evenings sitting in Derek’s widening lap spoon feeding him the entire trifle he spend a day making, and Derek feels better about it.

Starts to feel like a pampered house-cat. They spend all of their free time together, and whether it’s board games or watching a movie or just reading in bed together- Stiles is always feeding him. Derek’s never been big for displays of affection but somehow this he’s okay with. Like Stiles handing him over a a fifth slice of pie or them going out to eat and Stiles ordered extra fries because he knows Derek will want some…that’s more meaningful to him than hand holding or anything else.

His growing thighs and ass make jeans a nightmare- too much work to pull them over his thighs and beach ball sized ass cheek, and then they don’t button over his softer middle anyway. So he starts wearing sweatpants all the time or fuzzy pajamas pants because they’re soft and comfortable and Stiles doesn’t seem to mind.

They start upgrading the house when Derek starts approaching “ass the size of beans bags and hips wider than he is tall”. Make sure all the chairs in the house are armless or wide enough so Derek doesn’t get stuck. Start thinking about expanding the bathtub to a super-sized spa.

Stiles getting silk underwear that fits Derek and his door blocking hips, because Derek needs more nice, soft things.

Derek waddling next to Stiles, who always slows his pace so his massive boyfriend can stay by his side. Makes sure Derek’s thighs are lotioned before they leave the house anywhere because that amount of friction could start a fire with all that chub rubbing together. Always calls ahead to make sure there’s a booth sized seat for Derek- does everything he can to make Derek comfortable and he just…can’t imagine living life any other way.

[shirefantasies]

Happy birthday from one Kelli to another! I love your blog so much I'm so happy I found it 🥰

Eyyyy name twins 😎 sorry for the late response I got sick yesterday ONE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY 🤕 and am still recovering. But the 20th was good 😂😂😂

I’m so glad you enjoy my blog omg 🥺 writing has been slow and I haven’t really been in a Tolkien era these days but I hope you enjoy what is to come too 🥰

[antoncore]

yesss i’m definitely converted to a cocky dom sohee luvr because of u and omgg his hands… pls… i need them…

and yeah🤕 idk.. i haven’t been on here long enough to know what tumblr looks like when it’s dead but i believe u and i’m sorry..

- 🧸 anon

i’ve been in such a sohee brainrot lately ngl and his hands do not help… just thinking about sucking on his fingers😵‍💫 and it’s okie, i’m sure people are just busy but hopefully it gets better soon bc it does kinda feel like i’m posting into the void at times LMAO

[seongminiz]

yess hehe i figured it’s not a full cb but maybe teasing it? i need to watch rtk soon but im bad at like finding time to do stuff that requires my attention span if u know what i mean🤕🤕

possessive bf minhee… hmmmmm.. i’m soooo unoriginal but thinking about sitting on his lap at like a frat party or smth.. thinking about maybe wearing a longer skirt and he can fit his arm underneath to tease u.. maybe even dipping his fingers inside ur cunt.. no one else is rly paying attention cuz they’re too busy drinking n chatting and committing their own acts of debauchery (??? idk if i used that word correctly)… kinda into edging rn so im thinking about him making u beg to cum but ur so torn cuz.. like it’s soo public🤭🤭 also throw in that maybe he saw u flirting with someone else or being flirted with.. like taeyoung or serim…

- 🧁 anon

aaaaaa sorry i fell asleep :3 i hope its not a cb too ngl , they need to rest n i hope if starship wants them to drop an album they'll wait a little after rtk .. at the same time tho , if they have a cb too late after rtk ends the hype will have died down already so idk what the best option is :( bc as much as i hate the fact they have to participate , rtk is bringing them a lot of new attention (see : the concept film having like 1 million views in just 4 days or something) n tbh same i decided i wont watch the full episodes , i'll just watch crvts parts on twt/yt 😭 i cant be bothered to keep up with it lmao

now , to the good part of this post („• ᴗ •„)

ur like genuinely insane in the most positive way possible bc ?!!??!!??? idc if its unoriginal (is it tho) idcccc this idea is so good :(( n he'd soooo do that bc someone has been flirting with u (lets say taeyoung bc . yea why not .)(im having a little taeyoung brainrot moment)(wait I DIDNT EVEN SEE THE LAST PART WHERE U SAID TAEYOUNG OR SERIM STOPPPP WHY R OUR BRAINCELLS CONNECTED) but u r either too clueless to realize n r treating it as a normal friendly interaction , or ur flirting back bc u know how minhee gets when hes jealous n the whole time minhee is just acting like hes fine with it (when hes actually just thinking how to get back at u for it) . after a while the party kinda dies down n theres less ppl n ur kinda just chilling while sitting on minhee's lap when he slips his hand under ur skirt , at first u dont rlly think abt it , hes just brushing his fingers along ur thigh, but then he starts touching along the hem of ur underwear. u r kind of alarmed bc even tho theres less ppl than earlier , u r still in public ?? but minhee doesn't rlly care - n maybe u dont care that much either , considering how the thought of getting caught (especially when taeyoung literally just sat down right beside you) is making u wet :3

(srry not that good im still kinda hungover oopsie)

[ventismacchiato]

hi kai its been like a month since i said like anything 🤕

i just wanted to say hi tbh 😜

also heres a pic of the gojo cake i made for his (also my) birthday!!

neways i hope ur doing well 💗💗

sorry i’m so late omg but happy late birthday!! AND THIS CAKE IS SO CUTE OMG

[mioons]

xuxuu hii hruu ?? ( can i call you xuxu? T^T ) remember me? first of all, i'm sossosososo sorry for not replying to you 😭🙏 u know, i kinda felt sad cause i really really do thought that u might ignore my latest ask in fact you didn't! 😭 I just can't find you reply to it when i scroll all over ur blog ! U know i repeated this a lott and i finally found that you've answered itt !! I'm sossososo sorryyy xuxuuuu 😭💗 just wanna let u know that i miss and loves you sososososo muchh 😭💗

🎐- anon

hii 🎐 anon!! i’m so sorry it took me a long time to reply to your ask TT

i’ve been well! i’m trying my best to focus on my studies because my exams don’t end till mid november :0 pardon if i reply to your asks a little late 🤕! also im really sorry i made you feel sad TT ill try my best to reply to your asks asap so you won’t feel like im ignoring your asks

it’s totally fine nonnie! tumblr notifs are always going crazy anyway! (and yes u can call me xuxu!!)

i miss you and love you so so much too 🎐 anon! i hope to hear from you again! <3 sending lots and lots of love