#thank fucking God nothing else got damaged but still

[hopalongfairywren]

I am going to fucking kill myself

[pocketbelt]

they announced one of the main writers for FFXIV: Dawntrail is the one who wrote the Shadowbringers trial series, "Sorrow of Werlyt", and the amount of people going "ew no that's the one that redeems Gaius" drives me kind of insane

That storyline takes Gaius and says "Behold this idiot, watch and be stunned as everything he ever said to anyone turned out to be fucking obviously wrong. Watch as the fascist imperialist philosophy he ingrained into his beloved children makes them run to their deaths, even as he pleads them not to, and they tell him to fuck himself and do it anyway. Marvel as he watches them die by your hand, you, who destroyed Gaius himself at the peak of his life, and he can do nothing to stop it", and that's a redemption arc to people

The only surviving kid only makes it because her brother acts to protect her, she doesn't make it because of any act of Gaius'

The entire story is literally "In case you somehow missed it in ARR and most of Stormblood, everything Gaius believed in was horseshit and there's no such thing as a 'noble general in the evil empire'". All his meritocracy bullshit vanished the second he was gone, no-one but his own children believed it or held onto it, and the empire put someone directly opposed to that belief into his old seat when he vanished. No-one cared, no-one else "believed", the Empire was never about that, it was only propped up in his own singular legion by him being there and the second he was gone the legion dumped it and moved on and only Gaius was too naive and stupid to see it.

I mean for fuck sake, the Empire digs up the chemical gas weapon he explicitly had sealed away and destroyed all record of after he's gone and if it wasn't for a particularly dedicated and enterprising catboy and his comedy crew of hardcore engineers, it would have caused the eighth apocalypse

Even the follow-up in patch 6.4, of the family portrait, isn't some "aw he good now" thing. The family portrait you help organise for him has to have four of its six members be projected onto the scene via a machine's reconstruction of them as normal people because they're dead, they threw their lives away because the ideology Gaius taught them meant they could only think to die fighting and nothing else. That's his loving family portrait: four ghosts stood at his back as his last living child smiles through her pain.

"well the people of Werlyt didn't kill him for conquering them" they let him clean up the mess he made (which meant watching his children be killed) and as "thanks" they're letting him stay there to live out the last third of his life or so attempting to atone by fixing the damage he did.

He's 56 at the time of ARR; the Empire he gave 3-4 decades of his life to is gone, it's a smouldering ruin, all but one of the people he loved is dead, his surviving daughter is scarred by the path he led her down, and what few friends he had are also dead. He learned that his beliefs were all horseshit and pretty much everyone around him except for himself knew it, he must live knowing that those beliefs got his children killed, all that he achieved that he once considered "good" was for nothing, he learned that the cool old emperor he idolised who had no magic but built an empire by pulling up his bootstraps and who told him that magic and gods were bad was actually an ancient incredibly magical sorceror attempting to resurrect his own god.

That's not a redemption arc, he's the most owned man still alive in XIV

[quintinh43]

Heavy Heads and Heavy Hearts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn gets injured as a game. His girlfriend takes him and cares for him.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Head injury, food, angst, mentions of vomiting (no actual vomiting)

Notes: Hi guyss! Hope everyone is doing ok! Injured Quinn got the most votes, so here we are! This one is the longest one ive done so far, I definitely did not mean for it to be as long as it is but here we are. Also, im not a professionl in any way, so i cant say this is concussion accurate. I just went off of my experience in dealing with athletes that have Concussions, and my own Concussions lol. Anywaysss I hope yall enjoy. Love Soph.

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There was something so gut-wrenching about watching the man you love get injured. One second, Quinn was cutting quickly around the back of the net, and the next, he was getting slammed into the boards hard. It was nothing. You get hit, you get up, and you keep going. It was simply a part of hockey.

Except this time, Quinn wasn't getting up. He wasn't moving at all. You stand up, heart in your throat. The room feels like it's tilting. The sharp shrill of the refs whistle cut through the air, stopping the play as the refs skate over to where Quinn is lying motionless on the ice.

They are calling for medics. Your head is spinning with the worst possible scenarios as you excuse yourself from your seat and practically sprint to the locker room. One of the security members holds out a hand to stop you.

"Ma'am, you can't be here, please exit this area"

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what you need right now. The overwhelming need that aches in your bones demanding to know that Quinn is ok makes you want to cry. Because now this fucker won't let you through. And you're nearly too panicked to do anything about it.

The logical route would be pulling out Quinns wallet, that has his ID in it, and explaining that you are his girlfriend. But with your anxiety high, and your heart in your throat logic is not the first thing on your mind.

"Listen buddy," you start, ready to absolutely rip this guy a new one. Thankfully for him, one of the trainers who knows you happens to be exiting the locker room.

"Let her through, Jace, that's Hughes' girl" he says, waving you forward. The security guard- Jace apparently, lets you pass with a grumble.

By the time you get rink side, Quinn is (half) conscious- thank God, and being half carried off the ice by Petey and Boeser. He's transfered to the care of two medics, who sit him on a bench and begin to check him over.

One of them is asking him questions gently, both to keep him awake and assess the damage to his head. While the other stabilizes his neck. "Can you tell me your full name and today's date?" One of the medics asks.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes," he slurs, eyes fluttering, "its Feb'uary... twenty-second, twenty-twenty-four"

Your breath hitches. He got the date wrong. You can't help the panic that rushes through you. "Good job Quinn, do you know where you are?"

"Van, Roger's arena," he mumbles, "playing hockey"

"Good," the medic hums. "we need to take off your equipment to make sure you aren't injured anywhere else. Is that ok?"

"Y/n" he mumbles, eyes closing and head tilting forward, his head snapped back up a moment later, and if the other medic hadn't had his head stabilized he would probably have mild whiplash.

"Stay awake for us, Quinn. Is Y/n someone you'd like us to call?"

You spring forward at the mention of your name, "I'm here," you say, pushing past a couple of people who are standing around, ready to assist if the situation gets worse.

"My girl" Quinn slurs, his lips tilting into a small smile. Your heart flutters at that. In the midst of his delirium, he still cares about you dearly.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Sam," the guy who's been asking him questions, "and that's Kieran," he says, nudging his head towards Kieran, who gives a small smile.

"Do you think you could help us remove his equipment?"

"Yes absolutely, just tell me what to do" you say, glad that you can help.

"Can you remove his jersey and shoulder pads? Kieran needs to keep his neck stable, and I need to check for any other possible injuries. And keep him talking"

"Yeah, of course," you start by bending his elbow to slide it out of the sleeve of his jersey.

"Hey Quinny" you say softly, sliding his other arm out of his jersey "you played really really good today, I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks baby," he murmers, "glad you're here." He tries to lean his head against your chest, he huffs when Kieran doesn't let him, and you can't help but let out a breathy laugh, patting his head lovingly.

Kieran tilts his head to one side, allowing you to pull the jersey over his head. You deposit it in his cubby behind him and make quick work undoing his shoulder pads and pulling them off gently.

"I'm glad I'm here too. What do you wanna eat when we get home?"

Sam gently asks you to move out of the way so he can check Quinns upper body for injuries. The second you aren't doing something, the anxiety rises back to your chest. You take a deep breath and begin to unlace his skates. You pull them off, slipping a pair of slides on his feet so his socks don't get wet.

"Hmm" he hums in thought "potatos...?"

You laugh, "Alright Quinny. We'll have potatos"

Finally after palpating his whole body to make sure he doesn't have any other major injuries, testing his reflexes, and asking him a bunch more questions. They diagnose him with a minor concussion, and give you a list of things to look out for.

They deem it safe enough to leave you alone with him for a little bit and tell you to change him into something more comfortable. It takes a bit of work to take off his hockey pants and shinguards and get him into a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

By the time you're done, the equipment manager and the medics have collected the rest of his equipment. After making sure his hockey bag is fully packed with everything, you grab his keys from your purse, while the EM helps you bring his bag to his car, and the medic helps you half carry him down.

He can mostly walk on his own, but better safe than sorry. On the ride home he keeps his head resting against the window, a cool compress is wrapped around his neck, and he's holding one over his eyes with one hand, while the other holds yours tightly.

You trace your thumb over the backs of his knuckles soothingly and keep him talking the whole way home. "What kind of potatoes do you want when we get home, Hon?"

"Can I change my mind?" He asks sheepishly. He's still talking very quietly and slurring his words a little, but the medics said that was nothing to worry about unless he started getting worse. So far, it was nothing to worry about.

"Of course my love, anything you want" you bring your intertwined hands to rest on your chest. It's a comforting weight over your heart, that you didn't know you needed until it was there.

Your phone lights up from the cup holder, it's a text from Petey, saying that the Canucks won the game. There are a few other texts, from his parents and brothers. You make a mental note to reply to them as soon as you get Quinn settled at home.

"Can we have noodles?" He mumbles.

"Yes, of course, love." You can't help but kiss the back of his knuckles. Watching Quinn get injured to the point of losing consciousness was not something you ever wanted to experience ever again.

"Your boys won, by the way," you say softly.

"The did?!" Quinns head shoots up front the window, and he is filled with instant regret as a sharp twinge shoots down his neck and to his shoulder.

"Ow fuck" he mumbles, laying his head back against the cool window.

"Careful love," you gasp, squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing your hand back. You sigh, you have been on edge since he got injured, and it didn't look like the anxiety would dissipate for a while. You would just have to deal with it and try not to be an over bearing worry wart.

"You guys won 5-2" you smile, finally pulling into your apartment parking lot.

"I didn't do much except get my brains knocked around" he grumbles. "Some captain I am"

You scoff, flicking him in the nose lightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Quinny. Three of those points are yours."

Quinn wrinkles his nose and leans forward to bite your finger. You yelp, snatching it away with a glare. He sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter than before.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. " You say, undoing your seat belt and getting out of the car. You run around to his passenger side and open the door for him, and help him step out of the car. He throws an arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. He's not as wobbly on his feet as he was earlier, but he still isn't at full strength.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face against your hair. The florescent elevator lights were not pleasant in his state. "Can we keep the apartment lights off?" He mumbles against your hair.

"Sure love," you said rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, "we're almost home," you fish the keys out of your purse and unlock it. You toe your shoes off at the door while Quinn slips his off easily and you guide him to the couch.

"What do you want first, baby? Food or a shower?"

"I'm not really hungry" Quinn mumbles, laying on the couch and adjusting the ice pack under his neck. You sit on the couch handle, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know honey, but we should try to get something light in your system, if you're feeling upto it."

Quinn sighs. He knows you're right. "I can make you toast? Or a sandwich or something?" You offer, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

"Do we have bagles?" He asks

"Yeah, we have bagles, I'll make you one of those?"

"Yes please," he mumbles, you plant a kiss on his forehead and go pop a bagle into the toaster, "can you do it with cream cheese and jam?" He asks, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Sure, Hon, I'm gonna make myself some tea. Do you want a cup?" You ask as you pull the cream cheese and jam out of the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm ok" he mumbles. After his bagle is done being made, you help ease him into sitting position, and sit next to him with your cup of tea. He eats a bit more than half the bagle, and you finish off the rest before deeming it time to shower.

You remember all the messages from his family, and quickly shoot them texts, saying that he's ok and you just got home and you'll talk more when he gets settled.

"I'm gonna put these back in the freezer while we shower, yeah?"

Quinn nods, handing the ice packs to you to put in the freezer. You help him up slowly and lead him to the bathroom. You keep the lights off and leave the door open so you have a little bit of light from the bedroom.

While the shower warms up, you grab a clean change  of clothes for both you and Quinn and set them on the counter before helping Quinn strip. He has to brace an arm against the wall while you hold him steady with one hand and maneuver his clothes off with the other.

"I'm sorry," he murmers against your hair as you help him step into the shower.

"Oh Quinn, there's nothing to be sorry for," you say, sitting him on the shower seat.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this." He huffs, resting his head against the cool Ike of the shower wall, "I feel so pathetic, " his voice cracks, and your heart nearly breaks.

"Quinn, my love, taking care of you is not a burden. It's a pleasure. I love you to the ends of the earth, and I would do anything for you, my sweets. " You kiss him on the forehead sweetly as if to prove your point.

He doesn't say much about it after that, but you can tell he still feels bad. You make quick work of washing his hair, being very careful of where a small bump has formed on his head. You scrub him down and rinse him off before shutting off the water.

You wrap a towel around yourself and then dry Quinn off gently before helping him change into his pajamas. "Let me change and then dry your hair a little bit before we have to put an ice pack on your head, ok?"

Quinn nods. He sits on the counter, leaning against the wall while you change into your pajamas. You plug in the hair dryer and dry his hair, keeping his head steady with one hand. As soon as his hair is no longer soaking wet, you help him off the bathroom counter and into bed. You grab the ice packs from the freezer and help him position them on his head and neck until he's comfortable.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes, baby. I'm just going to grab your stuff from the car, ok?" You say pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over your pajamas.

"Ok" Quinn mumbles, "I'll call if anything" he says patting his nightstand to make sure his phone is there.

You kiss him on the forehead and pull the bedroom door halfway closed so the light from the hall isn't too bright. Grabbing his car keys and your phone from the counter, you hit the call button on Ellen's contact as you slip out the door.

She picks up on the first ring "Hows he doing?" She asks immediately. She sounds distressed, maybe like she's been crying. You don't blame her. They probably haven't heard anything unless someone on the team contacted them, and you have no idea how bad it looked on TV.

"He's ok, Mrs. H, it's a mild concussion. His symptoms aren't worsening at all, and they said with some rest he'll be significantly better by tomorrow"

Her sigh of relief was unmatched. "He'll be out of play for a couple of weeks, but they just want to make sure he's back to 100% before he's playing again." The elevator finally opens, and you hit the button for the parking garage.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, im glad you're there with him. I know he's in good hands. I'll leave you be love, Jack and luke are super super anxious and would appreciate a call from you. Text me if anything happens."

"I will, Mrs. H, tell Mr. H I say hi"

"I will dear, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"Of course El, he's my boy too," you smile.

You swear you can hear Ellen smile over the phone. "We love you dear, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok. Don't forget to take care of yourself too"

"I will, I love you guys too. I'll text you updates"

"Alright, bye dear."

"Bye," you sigh, pressing the end call button, just as the elevator opens to the parking garage. As you press the button to open the trunk, you call Jack.

"Y/n,"  he huffs out, not even after a full ring. "How's Quinn? If he ok? What happened?"  Before you can answer any of Jacks questions, Luke's voice cuts him off, "is Quinn ok? Are you guys at the hospital? It looked really bad -"

Before their panicked tangents can get worse, you interrupt them both. "Take a breath, you two," you say calmly, breathing exaggeratedly so they can copy you "in and out, relax. Quinn is ok. He's ok"

"He's ok?"

"He's ok" you repeat. You feel the tears start to build, and your voice cracks "He's ok"

"Oh Y/n." Jack says softly.

"It's ok, I'm ok" you say, more to yourself than to Jack as you wipe the tears away. "Hold on, gimme one sec." You say, setting down your phone as you pull Quinn's hockey bag out the car. You close the trunk, make sure the car is locked and head back to the elevator.

"Hi, sorry I'm back. I was just grabbing Quinn's stuff out the car."

"Can you tell us what happened?"  Luke asks softly.

"He's got a concussion, and he's a bit bruised up, but other than that he's alright"

"Fuck, how bad is it?" Jack asks, the fear is evident in his voice, and you can't blame him. Concussions can be really bad sometimes.

"They said its a mild concussion, he's not throwing up at all, his memory is ok, he didn't injure his spine or anything, he'll be ok after a few days of rest. He probably wont be playing for a few weeks, but better safe than sorry."

"Oh thank God"  both Jack and Luke huffed "isn't he not supposed to sleep for 24 hours after or something?" Luke asks.

You shake your head with a small smile "Thats a myth, Lukey. As long as I check on him every few hours its ok for him to sleep."

"Ohh, ok. Well that's good" Luke says.

"We are glad he has you Y/n, thank you for taking care of our brother."

"Always" you say softly.

"We'll let you go now, keep us updated?"

"I will, Jackie. You two get some rest, you have a big game tomorrow, love you guys"

"We love you too Y/n/n" both boys say, hanging up.

You sigh, leaving his bag at the door. "Y/n?" Quinns weak voice calls out from the bedroom. You rush to him immediately, scared that something is wrong.

"Yes, Quinny, I'm right here" you say kneeling beside the bed, and stroking his hair.

"You took long," he mumbles, pressing his lips against your wrist.

"I'm sorry love, I'm here now," you stand, stripping the hoodie and sweats off and climbing into bed next to him. You stay a little distance away, not wanting to hurt Quinn. But he grumbles at you, tugging on your shirt to get you to come closer. Normally, he would just grab you and pull you closer, but he's still weak.

"I don't wanna hurt you" you mumble, scooting closer so that you are tucked against his side. He tangles your legs together and rests his head against yours.

"Never" he says, pressing his lips to the side of your head. You rest one of your hands on his hip, under his shirt, stroking your thumb over his hip bone.

"How you feeling?" You ask softly.

"Beat" he mumbles "thanks for taking care of me"

"I'll take care of you for as long as you let me love" you say, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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Wc: 3.1k

[babyangelsky]

My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 7

On a personal level this week has been a very mixed bag but I know that if nothing else got me, this show got me. It's gonna come in clutch for me every time, spider bites and potential hauntings be damned.

I. Love. It. Here.

Will I ever not take psychic damage from the expression Tongrak makes when Mahasamut tells him that he cares about him? The answer is no. It's wonderful and devastating every time.

"How would you rate me out of 10?" Mahasamut asks while Tongrak's face plots teasing and mischief.

Opening a safe shouldn't look so much like staring down the gallows but here we are. Not being able to see how Tongrak's hands were shaking in a screenshot is a blessing.

The panic and terror on this man's face when he saw the read receipt on his phone is something I never want to see again. My hatred for Rak's piece of shit sperm donor is murderous and profound. How actually fucking dare he put this look on his child's face I'm going to kill him with my bare hands.

Peat's acting is so genuinely good that it hurts me. Tongrak was trembling so much that he was struggling to put the phone away and when he gets back to his room, he practically tries to crawl into Mahasamut's skin to hide and feel safe. Look at him, he looks so tiny and scared and I want to cry.

Let us take a break from the sad with this supremely horny shot of Mook unzipping Vivi's dress. Everyone say thank you.

And pour one out for our girl, as is now a weekly custom. Vivi my girly is dying CONFESS TO HER AND MAKE OUT ABOUT IT.

"I'm not going to the event! >:(" Yes you are, mi alma, look at your face when Mook threatens to quit.

Not pictured: One (1) resigned sigh

The grumpiest kitten in the whole venue.

Tongrak: *complaining* Mahasamut: *heart eyes*

My favorite moment of the face journey Tongrak goes on when he realizes just how good Mahasamut looks and that he will be Perceived and decides to mess up his hair about it. The grumpy kitten is a jealous jellyfish.

It's the fact that Tongrak looks surprised that his fans like his books and have consumed his entire body of work. I'M GOING TO SOB.

The smile is polite and professional but the eyes are sparkly. He genuinely enjoys interacting with his fans.

The proud husband smile means everything to me.

THE LOOK OF ABSOLUTE LOATHING AND DISGUST! INCREDIBLE PHENOMENAL OUTSTANDING.

IF YA'LL THINK I'M NOT GONNA MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN YOU'RE SO FUCKING WRONG

If I have to have this demonic nasty hell witch on my screen, at least I get to watch her face make this expression after Tongrak calls her out for imitating him because he got it right on the money and she knows it.

Tongrak and the visceral hatred in his eyes said play me another waltz I'm tired of dancing to this one.

God love you, but you look so tired.

This entire scene was more brutal to watch than the fight outside of Tongrak's house. It was obvious that something more was going on from how calmly he was speaking and how non-responsive he became toward the end of it, but look at his hands. Look at how tightly they're clenched. Maintaining his composure while Prin stuck that knife in his wounds and twisted it as viciously as she could cost him, and it would be obvious even if we hadn't already seen them fight.

Tongrak, you're my fighter. He still looks tired because he is, but he also looks like the imperious ice prince he's had to be to survive. Then the utterly dismissive way he turns and walks out and cuts eye contact?

We can barely see Nouel's smile but it's so clearly saying "bruh that's cringe".

He's not just my fighter. He's Mahasamut's fighter, too.

Do ya'll remember how Tongrak was acting when he first brought Mahasamut to live with him and Vivi was teasing him?

Look how far they've come.

I can't quite articulate how, but the way they look at each other has changed, and I don't just mean because they're being lovey in front of Vivi and Mook. There's this undercurrent of sweetness that wasn't there before, even in private. That scene way back in episode 3 where Tongrak told Mahasamut to ask him to stay on the island which had so much softness and fondness to it did not have that same something that's now present.

I'm gonna leave ya'll with that and then go take more screenshots so I can properly scream about Mahasamut. And let me know if you wanna be tagged in these weekly writeups!

[dlysthings]

Little crush

AN: Hi! This is the first time I am posting sometning here and i hope you like it. I got the idea from @darylsgarden. Any constructive critisism is apreciated. Also english isn't my first language so i apologize in advance for any gramar and punctuacion mistakes.

Word count: 678

Daryl stood in the buzzing high school hallway ,fidgeting with his locker, watching you. There you were. With your back to him, happily chatting with your friends, laughing at whatever one of your girlfriends has said. With your shining hair, framing your beautiful face, an angel like smile grazing your lips. God, you were perfect.

So beautiful. Nothing like him. Not some white trash reddneck.

 He turned around. He’d been watching you for months. Weeks and weeks of secretly sneaking glances at you in class or in the hallway. But only that. Nothing more.

He didn’t have the courage to go and talk with you, only to be met with rejection and mocking laugh. He couldn’t. And what other reaction could you have. He was just damaged goods. What could you possibly see in him beside that?

Thinking that, he went into class. He entered the classroom and plopped down in his seat. Next think he knows you sit in the seat beside his. You glance at him and shoot him a small smile.Fuck.

He turns the opposite side, his face growing redder by the second. There is no way you just smiled at him, no. You probably were looking at someone else in his direction. That must be it. No other reason, he tries to convince himself. No way she is smilin' at ya, dumbass

The whole day you were somewhere around him. The table beside his at lunch, the desk next to him at class. Always smiling at him. At some point he decided you knew about his crush at you and were mocking him. But how could you know? He’s never told anyone. He didn’t even have someone to tell it to. So this couldn’t be it. So why were you smiling at him?

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Later the same day Daryl was at the supermarket in town. He needed to grab a few things to make himself something to eat. He was just about to go and check out when he saw you.

You were wearing a red sundres, that was making you look even better. You were triyng to reach an item from a higher schelf and failing miserably. You were on your tip toes, with a streched out arm, fingertips barelly missing the item you were trying to grab.

That was his chance. He can go and help you,starting a conversation. But could he. He wasnt like his older brother,Merle,full of confidence. But if he didn't do it, there probably wasn't going to be another oportunity to leave a good first imresion. Fuck it he thought.

He went to you and grabed the item you were strugling to get. Handing it to you, he looked for the first time at your face from that close. You were even more beautiful from closer. Eyes with vibrant colour and such perfectly shaped features. Your eyebrows were lightly raised in slight surprise.

But then you smiled at him. Such a sweet smile, directed directly to him and only for him. You were gorgeous. that was the only thought in his head until he heard your sweet voice.

"Thank you,Daryl" you said in that sweet voice of yours. You were looking expectanly at him. Respond ya dumbass! Cant ya see she's waiting for you?

"N-No problem. Yur welcome" he said and baschfuly ducked his head, scraching his neck. He stood there not knowing what to say, luckily you said something.

'Well, again, thank you. I will see you tomorow at school." you said and with that you squezed his hand, that was still outstreched to you. After that you went your way, turning around once but Dryl didn't saw you.

Daryl was satring at his hand that you had just squezed. He couldn't believe it. You, the girl of his dreams had just touched him. He could still lightly feel your hand on his. I'm never wasching my hand again.

[thebearer]

some carm + jewelry thoughts after reading your blurb about his dangling chain:

-he buys you a gold anklet with a “c” charm on it so he can watch it dangle when he puts your legs up on his shoulders to fuck you

-he has a signet ring embossed with a design (maybe a bear? st anthony? family crest?) and he turns it so the design is facing inwards and he spanks you so it leaves a brand on your ass

-after the big checks start coming in he buys you an exorbitantly expensive necklace and fucks you with nothing else on

omfggggg smut ahead minors dni 18+ but i have to elaborate

ok number one the anklet???? yes. yes. yes.

you mention wanting one, sorta in passing, and carmen's like weirdly adamant about you getting one lol??? you don't really understand why but he shows up a few days later with one you'd shown him online, except it has an embellishment. a tiny 'c'.

carmen's kinda blushy about it but you're beaming and squealing and just smothering him in affection bc it was so cute and sweet, and he really was too!!

then you quickly realize why carmen likes the anklet so much when he's putting it on you, then your legs are up in the air thirty minutes later as a "thank you".

your heels are digging into his shoulders, and normally his eyes are on you solely when he's fucking you especially like this. but you keep catching him staring at your anklet, fucking you hard, gripping your claves while he watches it bounce lightly.

maybe it's the thought that he has a sorta mark on you now. wherever you go, you've got something that symbolizes your his- that he's yours.

it was his grandfathers, then mikey's, and then his. mikey gave it to him when carmen went to new york because "you're a big shot now. need the ring to match since you're gonna be goin' to all that fancy shit, carm."

the ring was gold with a black onyx surface, a gold encrusted 'B' in old english font laid on top so it stood up. carmen didn't wear it often, didn't want to lose it or damage it, but every now and then- on date night, mainly, he'd wear it.

and you loved it.

the chain, nice outfit, plus pinky ring? you were drooling. watching him grab the door handle, cut your food, hold your hand in the car. you couldn't help yourself. he knew you couldn't either. it's why when you got home, he just nodded and you were over his lap.

carmen would take his time pushing up your dress, letting his hand glide over the small of your back, down your exposed cheeks, smug at the way you shuddered in excitement. he'd turn the ring around so the etched side was inwards, cracking his hand down on your ass over and over.

you'd squirm and mewl, gripping onto his legs or the sheets. carmen would just stare, mesmerized by the faint emblem showing on your skin only for a flash before fading.

the bear had made the chicago tribune after a raving review from a lifestyle travel influencer posted a video on the menu and it went wild. you were booked a year out, a waitlist a mile long, a million newspapers, magazines, and interviewers wanting a chance to write about the bear. it was buzzing around chicago, and carmen couldn't be happier. or busier.

he felt bad that with the newfound press, he'd been busy. you'd always been understanding but still, he felt bad, heart breaking every time your shoulders would fall when he said he had to work.

the two of you had just moved into the brownstone. you spent your days decorating and unboxing, showing him swatches of paint that you'd mull over for hours.

"carm, which one looks better?" you'd ask, turning around to see him standing there. only this time, he wasn't empty handed.

the infamous teal bag in hand, grinning at you proudly. "what's this?"

"a gift." carmen shrugged, pulling you over to the couch, setting you between his thighs.

you hummed, unraveling the tiny box. "you really didn't have to get me- oh my god." you were expecting a tiny piece of jewelry, not the dazzling strand of diamonds that sat on the tennis bracelet.

"carmen." you gaped, snapping the box shut, holding it against your chest. "how-how much was this?"

"doesn't matter." carmen shrugged, prying it gently out of your grasp. "let me put it on you. i wanted to get you somethin'. the restaurant is doin'... great. and ya know, i couldn't do it without you baby."

you pressed him about the price, but carmen waived it off. you knew he'd been making money- your new house and car told you that, but the kind of money to casually get gifts at tiffany's? it was new to you. a splurge still, but one that you treasured.

carmen left the necklace on, hips rolling while he fucked you in front of the fireplace, right on the new rug. he wanted to take a picture of the moment, watching you ride him, your head tipped back, diamonds sparkling still even in the low glow of the fire.

[lvrhughes]

Sunshine | N. Hischier

pairing: Nico Hischier x gn!reader

summary: you were the teams black cat, grumpy nurse, but Nico, the teams sunshine captain, breaks that assumption.

warnings: cursing, kissing?

word count: 2.6k

requested: yes

not my gif!

“I think you should just see, you never know.”

“He’s so… sunshine though.”

She rolled her eyes at the words, lightly smacking your arm.

“He is not! Besides, you could use a little sunshine.”

“He’s like a golden retriever!” you groaned, earning a laugh.

“He’s not blonde though.”

“A black lab.” 

“One chance, babe. Give him one, add a little sunshine to your life.”

The words haunted your mind, following you everywhere. Making you constantly think of him, getting worse when you were at work. 

The gentle knocking on your office door broke you from your thought, yelling a ‘come in’ to whoever was out there.

“Well well, if it isn't sunshine.” you grinned, pushing away all the other thoughts of him flooding your mind. He pushed a hand through his hair, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Sunshine, hmm?”

“It’s just an inside thing, so what up neeks?”

“I got slammed into the boards in practice, coach made me leave to see you.”

“Where’d you get slammed?”

“My shoulder.”

You got up, walking over to him, leading him down onto the bed in the corner. 

“Can I?” he nodded, letting you touch his shoulder, immediately wincing after. “You did some damage.”

“Not me, Jack.” he groaned. 

“Well, it looks like Jack managed a hit that dislocated your shoulder.”

He groaned at the words, muting curses at Jack under his breath. 

“I can pop it back in, you should skip the rest of practice today but fine for the next, okay?”

He hummed in response, letting you give warning it would hurt, earning another nod. So you fixed it as quickly as you can, earning many groans in the process. 

“Fuck!” he cursed, making you pause to check on him.

“Are you okay, neek?”

“Mhm.” he nodded, clearly not enthusiastic about the pain he was enduring.

“We’re done.”

“Thank God!” he grinned, moving his arm slightly, still a little sore, discomfort on his face. “I’ll go now, thank you.” he had his signature smile on his face the entire time, barely letting you rattle off any safely protocols. 

He was out quickly, almost running back to the locker rooms, assumingly to yell as Jack. letting you grab your phone to immediately text your friend.

‘He just dislocated his shoulder, he was still smiling the entire time!’

‘He’s sunshine for a reason, you could use him.’

‘I’m not taking sunshine out.’

‘Your loss, if you won’t I will’

The message leaving a unfamiliar feeling bubbling in you, not wanting him with anyone else. Of course that wasn’t up to you, unless you did something about it, but he was so happy, bubbly the opposite of what you showed.

Another knock on your door pulled you from the messages, calling the person to enter, seeing Jack walk in after.

“Jack.” you nodded, letting him repeat your name back to you with a nod. “What’s up?”

“Nico may have punched me, very hard, and I just want to know how bad it is. It fucking hurts!” he grimaced. 

“Sit.” you ordered, getting him to sit on the bed, walking over to examine the darkening bruise on him. 

“You know, you and cap would be so good together.” you choked on air at the words, making you back away from jack for a minute.

“What?”

“He’s so sunny and you're so, how do I say this, grumpy.” he deadpanned, making you roll your eyes, lightly smacking the back of his arm.

“I am not going out with sunshine.” 

“Aw you gave him a nickname.” Jack cooed, earning another smack, this time harder. “Ouch.” he groaned.

“Shut it, jack.” you return to see how badly he’d bruise, seeing nothing major. “It’ll just bruise, might be tender, but your fine, not going to kill your hockey skills.” 

“Thanks, oscar.”

“Oscar?” 

“You know, oscar the grouch?”

“Go home jack.” you deadpanned at him, raising his arms in false surrender, backing out before yelling to you once more.

“I’ll tell sunshine to meet you at six! He’ll pick you up.” 

“JACK!” running out the door after him, grabbing him tightly when you caught him. “What the fuck?”

“Calm, calm. I didn’t tell cap anything, yet, but your reaction proves me correct. You like cap.” he smirked, earning a tighter grip on his arms, making him whine and try to pull away. 

“I do not.” 

“Don’t lie.” the smirk never left his face, even when you pulled away to answer your phone.

“Hmm?”

Your friend on the other line, loudly talking about Nico, and her plan to ask him out now. The thought of jack standing in front of you left your mind, letting your shoulders drop and a sour look return to your face. 

“Okay, I love you, but please I’m at work.”

“Right right, sorry, I’ll let you go! I hope he says yes!” and she hung up, leaving you to shake your head.

“You completely like him!” he sounded like a teen girl gossiping to her friends

“Quit it jack.” 

“Give it a chance, grump. Come on, you're perfect together, it’s literally grumpy and happy, sunshine and rain. You're perfect for each other!”

“I said quit it! I’m not going out with Nico, he doesn’t like me, I don’t like him!”

“Stop lying!” Jack groaned. “He likes you, you like him.”

He glared at you, giving the most serious face you’d ever seen from Jack, earning a sigh to fall from your lips.

“He doesn’t like me, we’re polar opposites!”

“That’s what makes it perfect!”

You could hear the footsteps behind you, barely giving you the time to turn around before someone was hugging you.

“What the fuck?” was all you could mumbled out, being held against them, earning a laugh from them. Nico.

“Neek?”

“Hi.” 

“Why’re you still here?”

“Jack needed a ride home.” 

“Oh.” Of course, it’s not like he’d stay for no reason, but you forgot Jack was there the minute his arms surrounded you. 

You didn’t hear the words said between Jack and Nico, letting yourself find comfort in his warmth this once. Staying against him until he moved, making you move away, groaning. 

“My personal heater!” Nico laughed, bringing you back into his arms after he sat on the floor. 

“I’ll stay your heater as long as you want.” heat rose to your cheeks, burying in his chest to hide quickly, a small smile on your face.

“I made them smile!” he sounded so proud, jack, who now sat beside him, rolled his eyes. 

“You know, I might've heard some of your conversation.” Nico whispered, making you shoot up from his chest, staring at him with wide eyes.

“What?” panic filled your chest, his hands immediately running circles on your skin to calm you.

“Calm baby, is s’okay.” the words giving no comfort. “I’m not going to say yes to your friend.”

“Oh.” that conversation. 

“I’d rather go out with someone else.” your heart dropped again, but letting yourself try to move on. 

“Well I hope they say yes.”

“Me too,” he grinned, placing a kiss on the side of your head. “So, will you go out with me?”

Expect the unexpected, right? Yet, you were not prepared for that, choking on air again.

“What?” you managed to cough out, his hands running up and down your back softly.

“Do you want to go out with me?” A small nod was all you could manage, letting you watch the smile grow on his face, jumping up quickly. Spinning around, spinning you in his arms, laughing the entire time, earning a few laughs from you. 

“I’ll pick you up at six, okay?” he grinned, his smile never faltering, letting you nod back. He place one last kiss to your temple before running off with Jack, letting you comprehend everything.

In a haste calling your friend, explaining what just happened, and asking what to do.

“Go get ready, dummy!”

Rushing home, for no reason, giving you just over three hours. Choosing your average attire, not knowing what he was doing, letting you sit and overthink everything before the sound of your doorbell pulled you away, running to go open it. Nico, with a bouquet of flowers in hand, stood outside, making you melt a little at the sight.

“I got you these.” he passed you the flowers, letting you put them in water before leading you to his car. Making sure to open the door for you, buckling your seatbelt for you, and then running over to his side, starting the car swiftly. 

“So, where are we going?”

“I asked your friends, and they were pretty unhelpful,” he laughed, “But I thought something casual at first, then we’ll go out alone later.” he grinned, making you slightly smile at him. 

“So others are there too?”

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay, I thought it was a good time for team bonding, and you’ve gotta be a part of the team now.”

“Oh, do i?” teasing, but a small moment of panic flashed Nico, making sure you grabbed his hand to calm him.

“Please?”

The drive wasn’t long, holding Nico’s hand the entire time, him making sure you stayed in the car til he could run over. Opening your door for you, grabbing your hand again after, leading you in. 

“CAP!” was cheered at him, his teammates immediately spotting him. 

“Well would ya look at that,” one of the boys started, “our little sunshine cap and the black cat nurse.” he grinned, earning a smack from you, a laugh from Nico.

“It’s so cliché!” Jesper added, “Grumpy and sunshine!”  

“Stop.” you groaned, turning into Nico. letting his arms wrap around you, keeping you tight against his chest.

“See I bet if I did that they’d stab me.” Jack groaned from the side, earning a side glare, making him cower behind Dougie.  

Nico, maneuvering with you in his arms, sat down beside Dougie, pulling you up into his lap to sit. 

The night went on similarly, never ending comments about their ‘sunshine, happy’ cap and the ‘black cat, grumpy’ nurse, until you yelled at them, making them all freeze, the comments ending right after. Sharing drinks with Nico, never leaving his side. Until he left for a few minutes, leaving you to speak with Timo

“I would’ve never expected you to be so… clingy?” you knew he meant nothing with the words, letting him say what he wanted, cutting Timo off after a minute.

“Only with certain people, I have to really trust them. The black cat thing kinda just came up, it was my way of keeping people out.” 

“You know you don’t have to keep us out, we won’t hurt you and if we did I think Nico would kill us.” you grinned at the words, making him smile back at you.

 “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I’ll let you in.” the smile on his face grew, opening his arms, giving you a cue, if you wanted, to hug him. You slid in his arms, letting them secure around you, an oddly comforting feeling. 

“TIMO CAN HUG YOU BUT I CAN’T!” Jack's voice yelled towards the scene, making you pull away to glare at him. “See! They hate me.” he dramatically groaned. 

“Jack.” the stern voice luring to run behind Jesper, yet again. “Come here.” slowly, he walked over, looking like a child in trouble.

You open your arms when he a got close, seeing the smile arise on his face, he quickly jumped into you. Snaking his arms around you, letting the two of you hug for about 30 seconds before he was bouncing off the walls again.

“They don’t hate me!” he almost screamed, running around now, telling everyone, making you laugh at his antics. 

“What did you do?” the words spoken right beside your ear, making you jump a little at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck and his arms around your waist. 

“I gave him a hug.” Nico laughed at the confession, letting you feel the movement from his chest, tugging you down onto his lap when he sat down again. 

“You’re gorgeous” he murmured, pressing his lips lightly on your neck, making you lean to give him more access. 

“You’re so pretty, neeks.” making him lift from his place of leaving kiss down your neck, turning you around in his lap to face you. Letting you hold eye contact with him for a minute, letting him lean in. placing a gentle kiss to your lips, reciprocating immediately. Melting against him, your hands running through his hair while he held you tight around the waist. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” he mumbled against your lips, moving to pepper you with kisses, making you laugh. 

“I swear this is the most I’ve ever seen them smile in a day!” the voice belonging to Dawson, who sat with Ryleigh in his lap. A chorus of agreement flooding in after. 

“What? I like Nico, can you blame me?” laughter from the team filled the space, a smile and more kisses from Nico following. 

“Can we go home?” your question was quiet, but Nico was listening, nodding before picking you up. 

“Goodnight!” he yelled to his team, leaving with a chorus of other goodnights and some use protection jokes. Carrying you to his car, setting you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt, and then running over to his side just like before. 

“Such a gentleman.” you cooed, when he got in, him leaning over for another kiss. 

This time, his hand stayed on your thigh the entire drive, rubbing soft circles. Until he pulled into your driveway, making sure you stayed til he could open your door again. Following you to your door. 

“Are you going to stay out there all night?” 

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Mhm, need some cuddles.” he grinned at the words following you in, sitting on the couch with you, letting you lay on him while he rubbed your back, some random show on tv. 

Staying like that until you were about to fall asleep, fighting to stay awake, the consistent beating of his heart and his gentle touch luring you to sleep. 

“I’ll bring you to your room, which one?” he asked picking you up.

“Second door on the left down the hall.” you managed before yawning. Letting him bring you to your room. He set you on your bed gently, kissing your temple again.

“Goodnight, love.”

“You’re not staying?” the tiniest bit of hurt could be heard in your voice, making him immediately freeze.

“Do you want me to?”

“Please.” you murmured, your arms reached out for him. Letting him slide in your arms, rolling to lay with you against his side.

“Are we really going to sleep in our clothes?” you asked, noticing both of your attires. 

“I don’t have any other clothes.”

You groaned, getting out of bed, ruffling through your closet, grabbing any random shirts you had that could fit him and throwing them to Nico.

“Should fit.” you mumbled, turning to change into another one to sleep in. Sliding back in beside Nico, where he was now fitted in a random t-shirt and his boxers. Letting him pull you tight against him, his grip tight but not too, leaving a few kisses to your neck before giving you one last proper kiss, whispering some sweet words in German, kissing your temple once more after. 

“Goodnight, meine liebe.” he mumbled against your hair, your head against his chest letting his heartbeat lull you back into a peaceful sleep, not not before whispering him a goodnight in return, making a reminder to figure out what ‘meine liebe’ means in the morning.

[raainy-daze]

don't mind me requesting stuff

so what if there was a y/n character who was super surprised when anyone initiated physical contact because who would want to touch anyone like them? (their words)

and so donnie doesn't like physical contact, but the first hug after nearly dying just sends reader into a fucking chopping board. they are stiff as a brick and have their hands awkwardly at their side cause, again, why would anyone (especially someone as amazing as donnie) want to make any contact with them?

(gn!reader please)

You Survived! Now Have Emotions

rottmnt!donnie x gn!reader

summary: wow. explosions sure do just mess up your day, don’t they? oh well, you survived. you kind of have to explain your issues with touch to donnie now, though.

word count: 1609

warnings for maybe slightly ooc?? it’s 12:45 at night i don’t know how good it is okay

a/n: thanks for requesting! sorry this took so ridiculously long. good luck to everyone it applies to on thanksgiving family reunion hell!

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How were you not dead right now?

Hell, you weren’t even just not dead, you only had minor injuries. That was a lot better than you had hoped in the moment. You had plenty of scratches and bruises, but nothing was broken, you were sure of that much. You tested moving cautiously, moving one limb at a time before standing up. The worst damage was taken by your right leg. Sprained, maybe. Not bad enough to not be able towalk, though, thank god. You limped a bit, but hey, that still counted as walking.

There was one catch, though. When the battle was over, and you had fully assessed your injuries, you were alone. Completely, horribly alone. So, you set out, stumbling a bit on your bad leg, in search of your friends.

You called out each of their names, one at a time.

“April!” You’d been closest to her in the fight, towards the back. Why hadn’t she been knocked the same direction you had?

“Mikey!” He’d been the farthest from the explosion, you were pretty sure. If you were fine, surely he’d be uninjured.

“Leo?” Had you even seen him? Last you remembered, he had ported off somewhere, probably with some kind of idea that came too late.

“Raph?” If anyone would be hurt, it would be him, he was closest to the blast. God, you hoped he was fine. He’s tough, he wouldn’t be…? Right?

“Donnie…?” You didn’t even want to think about him, as your thoughts grew steadily darker. You were fine. You were fine. Why wouldn’t everyone else be?

You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

How far could that damn explosion have thrown you? Pretty far, apparently. You weren’t even entirely sure what had caused it. You must’ve been near something flammable, and not noticed in the heat of the fight.

For a moment, you considered that you might be going in the wrong direction, but that couldn’t be right. You could see clear signs of destruction, getting steadily more obvious as you made your way along.

“Guys…?” The longer you spent in your head, the more pessimistic your thoughts got. Your final call was pathetically weak. Your ankle hurt more the farther you walked. You had finally reached the scene of the carnage again. Surely an explosion like that would make any villain flee.

At first, your call wasn’t answered. You shut your eyes, exhausted. You might as well collapse, wait for the others to find you. Or the police, if they showed up soon.

“(Y/N)!”

So much for collapsing.

You turned towards the voice, searching desperately for its source. You found it, all right, right in the middle of this stupid battle site. You felt your energy immediately restore itself. “Donnie!”

He was standing on a pile of debris, right where the explosion had gone off. He didn’t seem to have taken any more damage than you had. You watched as Donnie scrambled down from his perch atop the rubble (which, you would later learn, had been an attempt at a lookout) and began running to greet you.

You smiled a rather tired, albeit relieved, smile, and raised a hand in greeting. You unfortunately were not expecting for Donnie to practically slam into you, pulling you into quite possibly the tightest hug you’d ever been in.

Your brain reacted not unlike a computer crashing. You went entirely stiff, not knowing how else you were meant to react. Time almost slowed down as several facts went through your head all at once.

Fact one: people touching you was not a normal occurrence. Why would it be? You weren’t the kind of person people would usually want to hug, or anything like that.

Fact two: Donnie was just about the least touchy-feely person you knew. You only ever saw him hug people in… well, in situations like this, you guessed.

Fact three: even if Donnie wasn’t so against touch most of the time, you wouldn’t expect something like this anyways. He was so great in almost every way, and you didn’t think you were anywhere near his level.

So, you shut down, with no understanding of what to do. Thankfully soon, Donnie let go of you, though you noticed his hands stayed hovering by your shoulders. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

And you found yourself back in reality, even as your thoughts stayed confusing each other. You felt something wet roll down your face. Oh, god, you were crying. You were crying.

Donnie was never exactly the go-to guy for feelings, so needless to say, neither of you were having a great time figuring out what was going on. “Oh, crap crap crap, please don’t cry-“

That’s the moment someone else chose to make an appearance. More specifically, April and Mikey. They were jogging up from the street opposite of where you’d come from. You weren’t sure whether to be relieved or terrified. On the one hand, they were alive! On the other hand, that was two more people to see you crying. Who likes people watching them crying?

So, you turned your face away, wiping away tears with your hands and trying to hold your sobs in, as they ran your way. They were both yelling, though you were having some trouble filtering it through your head. You hoped it wasn’t something important.

The next hour or so was a blur. Raph was okay. Well, he was alive and not in a coma, at least. He was definitely still worse for wear, though, which wasn’t all that surprise considering you found him heavily dazed in the same pile of rubble Donnie had climbed. At some point, Leo had ported back, yelling something about a solution to the problem which had already vanished. At least he was useful for getting everyone back to the lair without having to climb through the sewers.

That was where you sat now, on the edge of the bigger group. Everyone was treating each other’s injuries, and Mikey was explaining what had happened to Splinter alongside occasional amendments by the others. You had determined that your ankle was, in fact, sprained, and treated it best you could. You weren’t sure how you’d explain what happened to your parents, but you were sure you’d figure it out.

Every so often, you’d catch Donnie glancing at you, which you had only noticed due to you doing the same thing.

As everyone was caught up in stories and follow-up plans, Donnie got up from the first aid kit to sit next to you. The air around you just felt a little uncomfortable, and neither of you spoke for several moments.

“Is everything alright?” Donnie was the one to break the silence. He spoke in a low voice, so as not to draw attention from the others.

“Just peachy. I love getting into near death experiences.” Though phrased as a joke, your voice was flat. He tried setting a hand on your shoulder, only for you to flinch away. “Why are you doing that? And why did you hug me?”

“Well, I was worried about you.” He looked somewhat confused. “And I was happy that you were okay. And I thought that people liked to be touched, usually, so… (Y/N), did I do something wrong?”

“Well, yeah… no? I don’t know. I’m just… well, you’re so cool. And all that. I guess I just… don’t think I deserve it?”

“Excuse me?” If you thought Donnie was confused before, you hadn’t seen anything yet. He looked almost offended. “Deserve it? I’m sorry, who hurt you? Of course you deserve it.”

He continued in what was almost a whisper, as his brothers made some dramatic explosion noise (you think? None of them are great at explosion noises.)

“Look, (Y/N), I know that I don’t usually… you know, touch people, but if anyone deserves it, it’s you. You’re awesome, okay?”

You bit your tongue and turned away from him. You were not going to cry again, especially not now in a place where everyone would most definitely notice.

“Donnie!” Leo cut in. “Did I or did I not specifically say, ‘oh hey, I bet that thing’s going to blow up’?”

Your conversation was marked as ended (or at the very least, put off) as his brothers dragged him into bickering over the details of the day’s events. April rolled her eyes and came to sit with you two, so you resolved to pull yourself together for the time being. The rest of your time in the lair was spent talking things over with April, laying down your cover story to your families.

The incident wouldn’t be brought up again until a week later in the lab, where you thankfully didn’t need to worry about everyone watching you. You talked it over, and you explained your mindset more to Donnie.

After that, things continued as normal. If you were fine with it, Donnie would make a point to make some kind of contact every so often. Usually not full on hugs unless he was in a particularly good mood, but he’d try to have a hand on your shoulder, or maybe holding your own hand.

It didn’t go entirely unnoticed by the others. Every so often, one of his brothers (usually Leo) would make a remark about your special treatment, but that was it. You didn’t feel like talking about it with much anyone else, anyways.

Neither of you were great at touch. That was simply a given of life. But you tried your best, and maybe that was enough. You just hoped you’d never have to go through that again.

[velocesainz]

Why are you here?

F1 masterlist | Main masterlist |

Summary: You are an engineer at McLaren and work with oscar, however, the relationship between the two of you is complicated

Warnings: Angstyyyy, mentions of su!cide, happy ending

Pairing: Oscar x engineer!fem!reader

Your POV:

I walked into the McLaren garage and threw on my overalls. This was going to be a long day of repairs.

Why?

Because of Oscar Piastri of course.

He decided to ram the MCL60 into the barrier during fp1 causing the car to sustain some serious damage which had to be fixed before quali the next day.

As I was working alone, I heard someone walk into the garage.

"Finally somebody decided to help me fix this assholes ca-" I instantly shut my mouth when I saw Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He's never in the garage unless he's getting ready to get into the car.

"I came in here thinking someone useful was working on my car and to check with them if the damage was bad. But I guess no one is here" he replied curtly with a smirk on his face.

Ugh I hate him so much I tell you.

I couldn't hold the rage in.

"You know what just get out. I spend all my days slaving away to fix your stupid car that you keep crashing and I don't even get a thank you in return. I have to do this all alone because the other mechanics refuse to take orders from a "girl". So sincerely, if you have nothing good to say get the fuck out." I snapped.

Oscar looked at me for a second and then replied "Thank god I'm not in the garage as an engineer or something or else I would have to hear your annoying voice yap all day long and look at your ugly face while you complain" and walked away, thank god.

Thank god this was my last season with McLaren. I haven't yet signed the renewal contact but I doubt I want to stay in formula 1 after this experience.

Heck I didn't even want to live on this planet after what he just said.

Was I really that annoying and ugly?

Oscar POV:

I walked out of the garage and as I walked to my driver's room I tried taking in all the y/n said.

All she did was her job and me being a coward who can't express his feelings just ends up insulting or arguing with her.

I felt horrible. What I said was vile, disgusting and mean. I was going to apologise the next day for sure.

The next day:

I walked around the garage talking to my race engineer and getting ready for the race.

I didn't see y/n anywhere which is odd, she's always there for all races no matter what happens.

I ignored it and went on with the race.

2 hours later:

I can't believe it! I got P2!!

I better thank y/n, she fixed my car all by herself after all.

After the podium celebrations came time for the team party. I dressed up in a nice tailored suit and fixed my hair. I was going to confess to y/n today.

I made my way to the party and searched everywhere for y/n but she was still nowhere to be found.

I suddenly received a text from her

Thank you Oscar for all you've done to help me become a better person. I appreciated the insults to some point but yesterday really got to me. I know you hate me but I'd like you to know that I love you. It's alright though, you won't have to see this ugly face in the paddock or anywhere else really. I hope you live a great life, I sure didn't.

What did I just read? Was that...no. It can't be...

Was that a su!cide note?

I have to get to her immediately.

I got in my car and tracked her location on my phone, driving to her as fast as possible. I hope I can save her, she's my everything.

Your POV:

Everything was ready. The notes were sent. The bathtub was full.

It was perfect. I can finally end my misery and suffering.

I got into the tub, fully clothed, and completely submerged myself in it. I tuned out all the noise around me waiting for death to come take me.

That's when I was suddenly pulled out of the water.

Why wouldn't this person let me die? Why is this person here?

I opened my eyes. It was Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because I love you y/n. I can't live without you. I was stupid for not confessing earlier but please don't leave me" he was silently crying giving his confession.

"I love you too Oscar" I replied

"God I love you more. Don't ever leave me please" he said as he kissed me.

He helped me get out of my wet clothes and he held me close for the rest of the night.

I finally had someone who cared for me and all my worries disappeared.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Beneath Miles of Stone - Part seven - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: blood ; PTSD

It was a prison riot that started in the upper levels and trickled down into the infirmary.  That makes sense, because the closer they got to freedom the more chaotic everything became.

The police officers that talk to her in the ER ask a million questions and she mostly lies to keep John’s name out of her mouth. It’s easy to say that she can’t remember most of it, because her brain is expert at blocking out trauma. She thanks her less than ideal upbringing for that. Truth is, that long term memory loss isn’t really working for the short-term and she remembers everything.

The story is that she was close to the exit, got jumped by some inmates, and managed to get away and out of the doors with guard keys. No, she didn’t see anyone else escape or remember faces or name badges.

They press her until her nurse, a pretty woman named Karen, comes in and puts a stop to it.

Badass Nurse Karen, who tells the police officers: “She already told you everything, and she needs to rest now.”

They leave begrudgingly after that.

“You alright honey?” Karen asks.

She nods, wipes tears from her eyes, wills herself to be just a little tougher in front of her own kind.

The doctor says her X-rays look good, but she may have a few aches and pains over the next few days as her bruising heals up. He prescribes her Toradol to help, but she doesn’t bother picking it up from the pharmacy.

There are more important things on her mind, like who the hell is John Wick and why did he allow her to live?

She Googles his name on her phone while she sits in the hospital bed and comes up blank except for a few pictures and articles on well known businessmen that look nothing like him.

Her second problem should probably be her first, but John sticks to her mind like a glue trap and she can’t stop thinking about him no matter how much she tries.

Will power has never been a strong suit.

The second problem is if she still has a job or not. Will they shut the prison down or keep it open? Does she want to go back after today? Are there any other jobs that pay as well within walking distance? If not, how much time will she need to save up for a down payment on a car?

Her phone rings. She answers blindly.

Michael is on the other end, sounding panicky. “Are you okay? I just got home and the news says there was a riot at your job? Please tell me you’re not dead.”

“I’m okay, Michael. I got out and I’m at the emergency room right now.”

“Oh my god,” Michael groans, “what happened to you?”

She feeds him the same bullshit story she gave to the cops, but, unlike them, Michael accepts and trusts her word. That makes her feel insanely guilty. “I’m alright,” she assures, “just bruised.”

“When are you coming home?” He asks. “I’m gonna make you some tea and whiskey.”

God, what did she ever do to deserve him?

“Thank you, Michael, but you really don’t have to, I’m-“

“Hush!” He commands. “Text me when you’re headed back, and I’ll put the kettle on.”

She rubs her temples. “Thank you Michael, you’re an angel sent from Heaven.”

“Uh, babe, duh, where else do angels come from?” He teases.

Fallen angels. From hell. Here to make her terrified of and pining for them. One in particular comes to mind—

“I’m serious,” Michael interjects on her monologue. “Text me when you’re coming home. Take a taxi and if you don’t have the money I’ll pay for it.”

She agrees and hangs up just as Karen walks in with her discharge paperwork.

Michael grabs her to examine the damage, but quickly thinks better of it once he notices what she’s covered in. “Jesus,” he says, “they beat the fuck out of you.”

“You should see the other guys,” she jokes, not an ounce of humor in her voice.

He looks at her with a skeptical eyebrow raised before ushering her in.

Before anything, she has to take a shower and throw her scrubs in the laundry basket. Better yet, she throws them away. The steaming water does nothing to cleanse her worries or guilt.

She walks out in pajamas, wet hair pulled back off her face, to sit at the table. Two steaming mugs of bitter smelling tea await her.

She takes a scolding sip. “This is delicious.” And she means that. The warm liquid melts her insides into a fuzzy pleasant feeling, and she can’t even taste her least favorite alcohol in the sugary mixture. While the shower didn’t help her anxiety, this concoction just might if she drinks enough of it.

Michael blows on his. “Thank you, but I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Who is John?”

She tries to act normal but her whole body breaks out into a freezing sweat. She takes another drink of her tea to hide her face. “What?” She says, swallowing hot liquid and nervous pitch.

He smiles. “You’ve been saying his name in your sleep. I assume he’s a crush, because usually at the boyfriend stage you’ve already got a taste so you don’t have to fantasize as much. At least that’s how it is for me.”

The horrified look on her face makes him scramble to reassure her that he doesn’t think she’s a creep, although in saying so it just makes her feel like he absolutely does.

He groans. “I’m sorry, I just thought I could take your mind off of today. Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Michael. Please tell me you don’t hate me.”

He scoffs. “For what? Dreaming about a guy? Babe, I’ve been there more times than I can count. Now, tell me about mystery man…If you’re comfortable.”

She rubs the side of her neck, embarrassed and staring at the golden top of the table instead of at Michael.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again.

“He’s tall.” Is what she decides on.

Michael deadpans. “Tall?”

“Black hair,” she adds.

“Dark,” he corrects. “Handsome…?”

She nods. “I mean, yeah.”

“What’s he like?”

She tries to think of a good, all encompassing word to describe him. She thinks about him twisting heads off spines like popping daisies. “Intense,” she decides.

“Ugh,” Michael whines, “you have to give me more than this. You’re killing me.”

“He is Russian.” She regrets saying that, not knowing if it’s too much info.

“So you met him online?”

“Yes.” Thank God he gives her that out.

“Ohhh,” Michael grins. “I’ll wanna see a picture.”

“He’s very private.”

Michael sighs. “Fine. But just promise me you won’t meet up with him alone. He could be a serial killer.”

She almost laughs at that, the irony filling her with crazed hilarity.

“Is he outgoing? Funny? Cocky?” Michael asks.

“Just intense Michael. I’m really sorry, it’s been such a…”

“No, you’re right,” Michael nods. “Let’s talk about something else.”

She can tell that there’s a lot he’s not asking right now. For her benefit. Leaving him in the dark makes her feel bad, though, because he’s such an open book. She decides to divulge a bit more info that she thinks he will want to hear.

“He has nice hands,” she says, gulping down tea and then refilling her cup with mostly whiskey. “They’re big. Long fingers. Veins that you could hit with a needle with your eyes closed.”

Michael leans in, eyes lighting. “Nice forearms?”

“Seem to be,” she confirms. “Lean, muscle-y but not too much. His upper arms are a bit more solid.”

Michael giggles like a school girl, cheeks pinking. “My god,” he says, “could he bench press us?”

She remembers him scooping her up off the ground, manhandling her, protecting her. “Yes.”

Michael squeals. He finally chugs his tea and smacks wet lips together. “What a man. So what’s the hold up? Marry him.”

They drink another cup of tea, watch late night Roseanne re-runs, and then go to bed. Michael has to be at class in the morning and then he wants her to come with him to the club. She would refuse, but it would be a dick move considering all he’s done for her.

When she wakes up, she spends grueling hours trying to call HR and searching for new jobs online. She applies for a few: Clinical Specialist for a local pharmacy, home health nurse for an elderly couple that live on her block, IV infusion nurse.

HR calls her in the middle of cooking breakfast and she answers with toast stuffed in her mouth. They tell her that she can come back to work but will have to deal with renovations and a new infirmary location with limited equipment. She agrees, of course, eager to have a job back so soon as next week.

[dirtbra1n]

another day of Getting hirakagi injected into my veins like real drugs first thing in the. precisely noon when I wake up.

like okay immediately you open the chapter and the. strong start It’s a fucking date hirano. and then you get the chapter page where we’re framed in hirano’s place holding the umbrella for kagi and as such get the look in kagi’s eyes head-on. The gap between givers and takers. Slowly but surely. Ha ha ha haa ha.

like Man. big bolded OH. over kagi’s arm looped into hirano’s with the dynamic action zooming in mindpalace ass framing hirano’s curiosity about how long kagi’s liked him and kagi’s coy reply about it.

the fact that I missed tashiro and shirahama going down the stairs hirano was coming up until I saw everyone else mention it.

EVERYTHING about niibashi here. You need to get your shit together! and jolting on-edge like he got caught in the headlights and ngh… misery at seeing kagiura and his ‘hirano-san’ being Themselves literally right in front of him and

kagi’s blush here.

and then niibashi’s tactical retreat incredibly abrupt clutching his hair and covering his ears. whoever the hell just passed him in the hall going ? not knowing what sort of shit he just put up with. I’ll have to remember to thank Niibashi later. sweet boy I’m pretty sure niibashi needs like a week’s time to recover from the psychic damage

then the fucking. stairwell. I’m like twitching even still hirano stubborn as all hell about this his hands trembling his face spelling doom. There’s nothing I can’t do if I put my mind to it. kagi’s face as he watches on. like genuinely what if I killed myself. like THIS PAGE WITHOUT ANY WORDS.

kagi slowly lowering his phone screen kagi’s focus on hirano’s hands clumsily doing something for kagi. his resolve on the next page. hirano’s brows furrowed, incredibly stubborn and mildly frustrated,

until kagi puts his head on his shoulder.

and THEN it’s all kagi like trying to absorb himself into hirano’s bony shoulder while whining about it. this, hirano’s bony shoulder, being something that makes his heart race. anatomy! objective fact! a part of the hirano-san he’s been in love with for a very long time.

hirano’s palpable disappointment …It doesn’t make mine race, though. followed by It’s still not bad at all. what is it by the way with these two and just looking at each other Oh… was that 10 seconds already? can you hear me god

also noticing belatedly that kagi was wearing another jacket that entire time in the stairwell, with an A on the front, and it’s the same one from the title page in the rain.

him. trying to foist his burden onto miyano this time, laughing at the immediate rejection. and actually the entire conversation happening in the background that hirano staunchly refuses to engage with.

—What manga is it?

I-I can’t tell you, Mr. President…

—Wow, you really are just one of the guys, huh, Miyano?

What are you imagining right now?!

also hirano’s Sasaki, you aren’t even a Committee member!! I’m standing in the corner facing the wall

him! a little dejected at miyano being busy a little flustered from having been able to talk with him. I love you sasaki shuumei.

and now. miyano being a little petri dish dwelling freak. Closely and intimately?? threats of violence Have I said lately how much I love the hirano miyano dynamic. watching both of them exchanging words shouting Get his ass!!! but like. Actually there’s a tangent I could go on here and I think I’ll refrain. at least this once. honesty of character is all.

I’m going to the sea to disappear mysteriously. I’m going to kill hirano before I do.

like For fucks sake hirano (cutely) continuing to grasp onto anything that even vaguely supports his belief (confirmation bias) that hirano’s heart palpitations from the nurses office were so totally from surprise he was just surprised while also a) thinking to himself I guess I really can’t feel that way about Kagi-kun, huh… (disappointed) (for some reason.) and b) not hearing the part of miyano’s bl fanboy lecture that actually directly correlates to the fact that HIRANO AND KAGI HAVE ESSENTIALLY BEEN MARRIED SINCE THEY MET. ‘like family’ hirano thinks, ‘that sounds so familiar for some reason. or it would, if I was listening to miyano right now. disregard.’ count your days hirano taiga I’m on my way

I’m not even gonna say anything to th I lied delayed reaction violent flush and violent Slamming the damn window as if to recalibrate his thoughts. his heart POUNDING now, making up for lost time. and then he gets SO pissed off about his own confusion at HIMSELF that he TEXTS KAGI.

But… it is a fucking date, hirano. and ONCE AGAIN frustration written all over his face until he gets a reply from kagi and it’s gone, a little Heh. something to hold him over til kagi gets here.

violence! killing and violence! get in this unmarked car with me hirano we’re just going around the block

[mendessi]

speak now | part two

pairing: fem!reader x pre-outbreak!joel

summary: joel saves you from the biggest mistake of your life

(this will end up being a multi-part story)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut probably, pre-outbreak, mentions of marriage, based off speak now by taylor swift, mentions of domestic abuse, joel is 26 & reader is 21, mentions of cheating, kind of slow burn, brief mention of death, angst, will add more as i think of them, not proofread

part one| part two | part three | part four |part five

minors dni

Joel lent you a t shirt and some sweatpants of his and let you shower. The least of his concern was that Tommy may show up and get the wrong impression should he see you in their shared hotel room. Considering the clock on the nightstand read 2:49, it was unlikely he'd be returning tonight. 

It took thirty minutes for Joel to get your nose to stop bleeding, only for it to start bleeding in the shower again. You managed to stop it on your own then. When you stepped out of the bathroom, Joel was waiting with a pack of ice he had gotten from down the hall. 

He pressed it to your cheek once you sat on the edge of the bed and he once again was on his knees between your legs holding your face between his thumb and pointer finger, examining intently looking for more damage now that you were dry. 

"Your shoulder was him too wasn't it?" Joel asked as he pieced things together in his mind.

"Pushed me down a flight of stairs." You admitted. You felt okay admitting these things to Joel because he was the sun and he surrounded you in warmth and safety and he melted away the icy bits of you that nobody else was allowed to see. 

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. "You can't marry him. Please."

"I don't have a choice." You replied. 

"Like hell. Please. You can't marry him." He repeated the words just in a different order but your mind was still made up. You had nothing else. Nobody else. Not even Joel would be here in two weeks. This stranger that you had grown attached to. He'd be back in Austin with his daughter and brother. 

"What else would you have me do?" 

"Anything else." Joel was pleading with his eyes as he stared at you. He couldn't imagine leaving El Paso knowing that you were stuck with him for the rest of your life. Someone as horrible as him treating someone as sweet and kind as you so fucking terribly. He wouldn't stand for it. If it meant killing the man with his bare hands he'd do it. 

God, he sounded insane. He just met you. Spent a total of two hours with you and he was going insane over you. 

Noticing your silence, he realized he wasn't going to get anything else out of this conversation tonight so he sighed and stood on his feet. 

"You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep in Tommy's." Joel said. "We can talk more tomorrow." 

"Thank you." 

Joel waited for you to settle in his bed and then turned the light off before getting into Tommy's bed. The sheets smelled like him and you couldn't help but take a deep breath, sulking in the scent that reminded you of comfort. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't sleep. Anxiety was pounding in your chest at the events of the night and how you somehow ended up lucky enough to have someone to take you in. That had never been the case before. 

Believing in the way of the universe is what got you this far in life. Without that tiny belief system you instilled for yourself you truly felt like life had no purpose. But the universe willed Joel to walk into your workplace that night and willed him to find you on Main Street, and it willed him to open that door for you. He may not be a permanent person in your life but he'd be the reason you got out of the shitty situation you were in.

He was placed in your life for a reason and you weren't going to let that go unnoticed. 

"Joel?" 

"Hm?" He asked sleepily. 

"Can you sleep over here?" 

Through the dark you couldn't tell but Joel's eyes snapped open, wide awake the moment the words left your mouth. He hesitated but eventually rose from where he lay and joined you in his bed. He was on the edge, afraid to accidentally touch you but you reached for him anyways, pulling his arm around your waist. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breathing synced with his and you ignored the fact that you could feel his heart racing against your back when his chest pressed into your body. 

Joel released a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the hotel shampoo falling off your hair. He listened as your breathing slowed and eventually was able to tell you had fallen asleep by the way your body relaxed into his. 

There it was. The warmth and safety radiating off of him and embracing you as you both fell into a deep slumber.

Joel woke up before you around seven a.m just like every morning. You were facing him and had an arm draped around his torso. A smile crept onto his face but was quickly replaced with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows when he saw how the bruise had set in overnight. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful with your eyes shut and your lips parted slightly as you breathed so softly in a deep sleep. If he didn't know any better, he might've thought you were an angel and that was the most simple way he could describe your beauty. 

His fingers trailed from your forehead, down your temple until they reached your lips. A feeling close to anxiety filled his chest as he stared and took in your facial features. 

It was hard to believe that somebody that made him so comfortable equally scared him just as much at the same time. Joel Miller was almost a person that didn't even believe in love but with you, he felt everything. Love always felt like one step away from pain for him. And the idea of leaving El Paso without you felt just about unbearable. 

It felt insane to say but Joel Miller had stupidly fallen in love with the woman he had only met a week ago. It may even have been safe to say that while he didn't believe in love at first sight when he saw you, you instantly became everything to him in the moment he did. 

Joel didn't bother you with questions about what happened the night before as the two of you sat at breakfast the next morning in one of the cafes near the hotel he was staying at. The two of you simply engaged in small talk, talking about your childhoods, what it was like growing up in Austin and El Paso, dreaming about seeing something other than Texas. He refused to pry into your personal life, afraid to upset you after what you'd gone through the night before. 

"Joel Miller, I feel like I've known you my whole life." You leaned against the booth, staring at the handsome man sat across from you. 

"I wish we woulda met sooner." Joel said honestly. "Maybe you'd never have to go through what you've been through. It ain't fair." 

You shook your head glancing at the engagement ring wrapped around your finger, "I wish I met you sooner too. Maybe in a different life." 

"It doesn't have to be that way." He reached across the table, taking your hands in his. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I just mean..." he pondered on his words, trying to avoid coming off too strong, "We're friends now. We can stay friends even after I go back to Austin." 

"Right." You nodded slowly. Wanting and hoping to hear something else you turned your gaze out the window. "We can stay friends." 

After breakfast Joel dropped you off at your place so you could get a change of clothes and then took you back to his hotel while him and Tommy went to work for the day. You ended up finishing a book you started the week before and then sketched in your journal for the majority of the day. Without even realizing it, you found yourself drawing Joel. 

Joel was perfect. Too good to be true. Men like him didn't actually exist and you felt positive the universe put him in your life just to tease you and show you what you could have instead of the monster that you went home to every night. Why else would you meet him just for him to leave three weeks later. The universe was playing with you just like always. 

Once Joel and Tommy were off, Tommy went out with the girl he had been seeing since the first night he went to The Ginger Duck and you convinced Joel to hand over his truck keys so you could take him somewhere you used to go as a teen all the time. 

You were thankful the lake was empty when you pulled up, likely because it was the middle of the week. More thankful than anything that you were off of work and able to spend this time with him. 

"Are we swimmin?" He asked as he got out of the car, practically tripping over himself to open the door for you. 

"Maybe." You tried to hide the smile inching onto your face but you couldn't help it. 

The lake was encased by ridges that were too small to be considered cliffs but were high enough to jump off of. This was such a hangout for you and your friends when you were in high school and god bless the new teen club that had opened up the summer before because now they were consumed with being half adults that they never came here anymore. 

"I came here all the time when I was younger." You said to him staring at the pink and blue cotton candy sky. 

"Sarah would love this place. She loves the water." Joel put his hands on his hips, popping his knee out as he studied his surroundings. It was a tranquil lake and quite beautiful if he was being honest. 

"You miss her, huh?" Glancing over at him, you wanted to reach out and touch him but refrained. 

"I talk to her every night on the phone, but man I just miss the way she'd squeeze me after comin home from a long day of work." Joel said, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You'll be home soon." You reassured him. "Come on."

You pulled your shirt off of your head and then stepped out of your jean shorts and ran towards the water to which Joel quite literally scrambled to strip down to his boxers and follow you in, almost as if he were a love sick puppy. 

It was a bit cold at first but it your bodies adjusted fairly quickly. "It's nice right?" 

"Quiet." Joel nodded. 

He kept his eyes on yours, no matter how badly they wanted to venture to other places. You however had no shame in staring at his toned stomach and back, how strong his arms looked when he held them out to touch the surface of the water. He was a beautiful man, similar to what you'd imagine a Greek god to look like. Especially with the way the bridge of his nose resembled that of a Greek god. 

"Isn't it crazy how the universe just plans everything out for us and then puts us in certain places at certain times?" You asked as you moved to float on your back, staring at the sky as it shifted colors.

"What, like you and me here right now?" He asked, it was muffled because your ears were under water but you could still hear him loud and clear.

"Exactly like you and me here right now." You reached your hand towards him and he pulled your body towards his, smiling down at how you were floating in front of him. "We were put together for a reason." 

"You sound a little crazy." Joel teased, resting his hand on your head, the other gently on your exposed stomach. His eyes still locked onto yours. 

"What were the odds of you and I being together right here right now? Like... is there something more that we're supposed to give each other?" Anybody else might've been convinced that she had smoked a blunt right before the conversation, but Joel knew that this was just you talking. He knew that you had to create scenarios and excuses for why your life turned out the way it did so he let you and he went along with it. 

"I think we have a lot to give each other." Joel said looking down at you. "I think there's a purpose for us being here, we just have to figure it out." 

I'm supposed to save you. He wanted to say. Run away with me. I love you.

You hummed in response and then stood up to your feet and looked up at him. His hands reached up and cupped your cheeks as the water stilled around you and his eyebrows furrowed again as he was reminded that somebody had disgustingly laid their hands on you, causing your beautiful skin to bruise and swell. 

He leaned in and his nose brushed against yours, your hands finding their way to the bare skin of his torso. You tilted your head, your nose bumping his softly and closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against his. 

"I can't." You whispered. Joel replied with something more or less of a whimper as he nudged your nose with his again. 

"I won't." Joel said lowly. He wouldn't do it unless he had your full permission and he was not far from dropping to his knees in the water and begging for it. 

"I can't." You whispered again, but somehow your chest was pressed against his and your arms were now around his back, hands flush against his shoulder blades.

He wanted so badly to kiss you, to just hold you against his body and kiss you gently in the way you deserved. He needed you more than he needed air to breathe and he wanted nothing more than to feel your lips against his. Your lips accidentally brushed against his and his stomach flipped as his hands slid around your waist.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him for one more moment, the last ounce of resistance in you fading away. "I can't." You said one more time before giving in and standing on your toes to close the gap. 

Joel kissed you like he had never kissed anyone in his life before. Your lips connected and he pulled your legs around his waist, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your breaths were heavy as the two kissed in the middle of the lake, not an inch of space between your bodies. Joel took note of how soft your lips were against his and the way your tongue felt gliding against his own. He'd remember this moment forever, feeling like a teenager again.

Warmth once again embraced you as his lips molded into your own in such a gentle and equally passionate kiss. You had never known a kiss more gentle than his, but still laced with fire at the same time. 

It was unclear how long the two of you stayed in the lake just kissing each other, and whispering sweet nothings that made it sound as if you had been together for a lifetime. 

The two of you walked hand in hand back to shore and pulled the blankets you packed out and sprawled them across the bed of the truck to look at the stars once the sun had finally set. 

"You don't really see em like this in Austin." Joel said admiring the stars. The two of you were tangled in each others arms, legs intertwined as you took in the night sky, both trying to pretend you knew anything about constellations. 

"Well that one's gotta be the big dipper then." Joel playfully argued with you. 

"My dad used to point out every single constellation in the sky to me." You told him, "Always had an eye for anything to do with space. I used to tell him I was gonna be an astronaut just so I could know more than him." 

"I'd take you to the moon if I could." Joel replied, his fingers tracing patterns against your arm. 

"What do we do now, Joel?" The idea of so much uncertainty made you nervous to say the least. Joel was only in town for two more weeks and what happened once he left?

"I don't know, baby." He admitted and your heart fluttered at the use of the name, "We gotta figure it out." 

You and Joel came down to the lake every day once he was off work, and you managed to get away with calling in sick for the rest of the week. The visits consisted of the same thing everytime: making out in the lake, star gazing in the bed of his truck and telling each other stories from pieces of your lives. 

You truly felt like a kid in love again, falling harder than for him than you had anyone in your life. It scared you in the amount of time that this was happening. So quickly but still feeling like years were dragging by.

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[ruthlesslistener]

I got harassed because of you. Because you declared anyone who doesn't headcanon the Knight as a child to be sus. So thanks. Hate how you seem to be the "headcanon/lore expert" these days, to the point where no on else is allowed to headcanon differently from you. All the hk antis seem to cite you as their "reliable" source always, even outside of tumblr.

i. turned on anon yesterday. What. how did you find me this quickly already.

Anyways, another announcement just to make this potently clear to anyone stupid enough to treat a tired college student with a neurodevelopmental disorder as some sort of pariah of headcanon/lore expertise: i said that headcanoning the knight as an adult was 'sus' in a half-hearted jokey manner right before i went to sleep late at night based on bad porn takes that i came across while scrolling twitter and nothing else. Then when my friends were like 'uh wait no more interpretations exist' i went 'oh shit my bad, i still dont like it bc of personal tastes tho so please dont flood my inbox about it again, but its fine'. I don't even believe in anti rhetoric either, I'm constantly reblogging why they're fucked up and their harassment campaigns are wrong and dangerous, so idfk why they'd consider me as a reliable resource

Also, why the fuck would anyone take me as the lore/headcanon god?? Nothing about what I do is special. I don't even care that much about my own headcanons, almost all of what I find fun about the fandom is comparing and contrasting my headcanons to those of other people's because I love seeing what they get up to. As for canon, literally everything I loredig about is in the game already, I'm just rambling about it through my own perspective as someone who likes to do media analysis. Nothing about what I do is special or should be treated as such, and I always talked about my hcs/interpretations as someone who assumed that people knew they were just that: ramblings and nothing more. I love different hcs, I just sometimes don't click with others because of my own weird squicks and triggers

Also also: I don't post my headcanons outside of tumblr and what I write on my ao3 in my fics, so idk how you want me to somehow control the rabid freaks on other websites. I'm not doing this to be an influencer, gain popularity, or broadcast some superiority complex. In fact, I've actively spent the entire duration I'm in this fandom worrying about bothering people with my hcs/ramblings, but posting them anyways because if I don't talk about it then it makes me want to chew my own leg off. The main reason I've not been talking about it on my tumblr and have only been passively rbing hk stuff recently is specifically because I'm trying to avoid causing that sort of damage again after this whole disaster

[tarjapearce]

I'm really sorry that happened to you. People are so fucking shameless these days it's actually ridiculous.

I just saw their statement (there were 2) about the issue and it was just absolute fucking bs. I know you've made a mistake about their gender, but it's so funny that it's the first thing that they brought up rather than the fact that they literally copied your story.

It's also funny how they didn't even mention you to clarify who was "accusing" them of plagiarism, how their ask box is closed, how they go through comments first in AO3 before accepting them to be posted (although I know this one was before you found out). Like, if they're really guilty of all charges, then why not open those fucking things and clarify the shit that needs to be clarified if they're really as innocent as they claim, not HIDE away from the harsh truth LMAO.

Used to be a fan of them. Had to unfollow because I hate that I might be supporting their other fics which they just copied. It just pisses me off too. I'm really sorry this happened to you, Miss T. Sorry for the cursing too. But just know that we understand you and that your feelings on this matter are totally valid. Breathe in, breathe out. You have us. I hope you will feel better. We love you! 💜💕

The victim role is something they've perfected too well I'm afraid. And I even apologized directly for misgendering them. (Since they spammed my inbox and the first thing that got brought up was their gender too.)

Being a trans person DOES NOT excuse you for being a thief and a liar. And the fact they're focusing on it instead of admitting their mistakes, shows enough of the poor character to face consequences, inmaturity and insincerity on their behalf. I heavily dislike people that put their gender as an excuse to do awful things, in hopes it gains some sort of sympathy or minimizes the damages done to others.

They told me they had closed the comment sections because they received hateful comments about being trans. (I never knew they were trans until they brought it up btw.) And the comment I left on the fanfic calling them out, was deleted. (Of course, cause God forbid other people find out you're a thief!)

I really thought they were brave for reaching out at first, unlike the two other thieves I got before. But, to my little to no surprise they've not only turned cynic (I mean, they STILL have the courage to deny the plagiarism in the comment they've left on the A03 evidence post)

Besides, they attacking the story but also shamelessly copying it, it's a joke in itself. So... Don't worry. Karma gets people eventually. I've got nothing to hide, the proofs are out. Too bad they can say the same and only make themselves look worst.

Also, kinda makes me think and fear as to what else they've copied from my story. Or other works.

Thanks for your support dear! <3

[lohstandfound]

21 + royal pains would also be perfect i think

21- things you said when we were on top of the world

Things weren't going so great for Jake and Chloe.

They weren't at the point of having a full on explosive argument in the school halls with such a captive audience who just loved to watch their every move.

Middleborough's own soap opera couple.

They weren't quite there yet.

No, their anger was more seething, lying just below the surface. More glares, hushed arguments, less PDA. For those trying to keep up with their high school soap opera, they would know that a breakup was imminent. No one could really tell what the cause of a breakup would be. There were no rumours about one cheating or flirting with someone else. As far as the general Middleborough High School population could tell, there was no collateral damage this time.

While another explosive breakup might be on the horizon, they were still a couple. No matter how much they shot daggers at each other.

Brooke and her boyfriend invited them on a double date.

The fair was in town.

Chloe agreed to a double date, and Jake had no choice but to go along.

It was safe to say that a double date to the fair was not helping in the slightest.

And it definitely did not help lining up for the Ferris wheel.

And, god, it made things worse when the ride stopped and they were stuck up the top of the ride.

Just them.

Alone.

No buffer of Brooke and her boyfriend to fill the silence.

(Chloe never bothered to learn his name, and Jake didn't really like the guy. He was a prick.)

(Which was rich coming from the guy who's best friend tormented anyone who wasn't them.)

The wind was cold and Chloe wished she had bought a better jacket, but the sunset was nice. It was a nice view.

"Just because we're stuck up here, doesn't mean I'm going to talk to you," she said, crossing her arms. She refused to look at him, only staring out over the view.

Watching the sun set.

It was something they had done countless times. Long nights spent lying on the grass in Jake's backyard, watching the sky change as the sun set. And staying long after the sky got dark just so they could watch the stars together. The sky might be dark, but as far as Chloe was aware, the sun was right there next to her. The warmth of his hand in hers, the warmth of his voice as he told her story after story about the stars, the warmth of his smile.

"Fine," Jake said.

Chloe looked over at Jake. He wasn't looking at her, thank god. She didn't know what she would have done if he caught her. The warmth she saw in him wasn't there anymore, not really. Not towards her.

Had she snuffed out his light?

The wind blew again and she shivered. Fuck, it was cold. She was stupid for going out in such a short-sleeved shirt in the middle of autumn. And now she was stuck at the top of a ferris wheel and freezing. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself and looked away.

Jake looked over at her. He was getting the cold shoulder again. It always happened before things were about to fall apart. The signs were there, they were always there. They happened like clockwork. Jake could spot the first sign that they were going to fall apart a mile away but there was nothing he could do to stop it. It always happened, religiously. The light would slowly dim from Chloe's eyes. She would get colder. Sharper. She would drift away from him.

But right now, he could tell that Chloe was literally cold. She was stubborn, Jake knew she wouldn't admit it. He also knew better than to ask if she wanted his jacket or something.

"No, I don't want your stupid jacket. I'm not cold."

Jake let out a soft sigh before he took off his letterman, draping it around Chloe's shoulders.

"I don't want your stupid jacket," she said. But she made no effort to take it off. Instead, she put her arms through the sleeves and wrapped it tightly around her. "Thanks..."

"I would do anything for you," Jake shrugged before looking away again, out over the fair and past that.

Chloe looked at him. "Would you?"

Jake nodded. Was it clockwork? Was he saying that because that's what he was supposed to say? Or was he saying that because he really would do anything for Chloe Valentine?

The same Chloe who had been by his side every step of the way. The same Chloe who lived right across the street from her. The same Chloe who had always been in his life. The same Chloe who he couldn't imagine a world without.

A world without his Chloe Valentine would be dark. Devoid of warmth.

Maybe he would do anything for Chloe.

"Yeah," he said. "I would. Anything you ask of me."

Chloe stared at him for a moment before she looked straight ahead. She was quiet.

For once, the silence between them wasn't tense. It was warm, even if just barely.

"Would you love me?"

"Always," Jake said, without missing a beat.

Chloe had to wonder whether he was just on autopilot. Stock responses, standard dialogue that they repeat like every beat of their breakups is scripted. The type of devoid conversations that occur when they both know that it's over but they just want to pretend for a little while longer.

But Jake looks at her, and Jake takes her hand, and Jake squeezes it gently.

"Together, apart, I will always love you. No matter what."

And there's that look again. That look she rarely gets to see anymore. The look he gives her like she's the light of his world. The awe and devotion and care and love.

And suddenly she feels warm. Not from the jacket, but from his hand. The warmth spreading from his hand and throughout her body.

And suddenly, she feels like her sun as come out from behind the clouds.

The sky might be dark and the wind might be cold. But as far as she's away, the sun is sitting right next to her and keeping her warm.

And for the first time in a long time, she sees her Jakob Dillinger. The warmth in his golden eyes, that gentle smile, his soft touch.

Chloe lets go of Jake's hand and cups his cheek. Her touch is gentle. This is a gentle moment. Any sudden movement could break this spell, this moment reminding them about why they are here with each other. Why they always return.

She kisses him gently before the ride lurches back to life.

Chloe doesn't care. She has the gentle warmth of her sun back.

(ao3 fic link)

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 278, Replies Part 1

1) "And just as Gigantomachia is trying to crash the party, Mt. Lady there showing why she’s a bad bitch. Thing are about to turn bad if she caves in, so, get ready for Chapter 278: Disaster walker”- Title could mean anything from “walking disaster” to “disaster follows where he walks”, and honestly, Machia seems to fit both of those descriptions, even more than Tomura. For one, he doesn’t have any of Tomura’s current handicaps with his powers being sealed, unfortunately for the heroes.

2) “BAD NEWS INDEED, MINETA HASN’T BEEN K.I.A. DURING THE SKIRMISHES

Also Machia is coming this way

…

HOLY FUCK MACHIA IS COMINGT HISWAY”- Well, if Machia’s heading towards Mineta’s current position, this could be good news in a very heavy disguise. Like, a twilight-level disguise.

3)“Also fuck you Tommy Wiseau, Shigaraki is your boss and god, forget Heinz Doofersmith, he’s gonna be arrested anyway, even more now that he doesn’t even has the nuclear dissuader that was Machia by his side.”- Dunno if this has been shown before, but a bonus page revealed that Dabi was the one specifically to forcibly drag along Skeptic on their current jaunt, with something in mind he’s been thinking about for a while…

 

4) “Oh yeah, I think that Machia is indeed the juggernaut of our story, nothing can stop him once he gets moving

And I think Mt. lady is gonna find that out the hard way”- Arguably Izuku could…if it was an Izuku operating at 100% full Cowling again, or at least have a few more years to train his upper % higher. Sadly, giving the hero time to train up for the big fight is an old trope that All For One was well aware of and determined to prevent, so unless somebody’s got a hyperbolic time chamber lying around….

5) “Are you telling me there’s not a single crowd-control hero here that can stop him? Where’s midnight, she could be useful here I suppose. I think. Would machia even be affected by her quirk?”- Given that Momo falls back on using massive quantities of drugs when Midnight’s direct approach fails, it can be assumed that Machia, needing to breathe and everything, does still have a working biological system that can be affected by chemical compounds like anybody else’s… and if it’s impossible for the heroes to damage him externally without a continental missile or equivalent superhero on All Might’s level, they they’ll have to go for weakening him internally. Of course, there’s also the factor to consider with how large he is, whether or not the drugs would even be able to slow him down much even if they do affect him. Like, do we need to make him swallow a tanker of the stuff to make him woozy?

6) “FUCK YOU GETEN, WE ARE DEBATING A SERIOUS TOPIC HERE, STOP INTERRUPTING SHIT”- Genten doesn’t want debates to slow down the march of Liberation today.

7) “OH THANK YOU CEMENTOSS, HE WAS SO RUDE INTERRUPTING US, PLEASE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE

ALSO, IS THAT A VEIN ON YOUR TEMPLE JESUS FUCK”- Moving that much concrete mass that fluidly must be putting one hell of a strain on him, not to mention how ineffective it is at holding down Genten so long as Re-Destro’s smashing up the place and breaking any restraints Cementos creates, thus further forcing him to exert himself to temporarily corral the other forces running around as best he can until Edge shot scores a win.

8) “Huh, is that Tokoyami emerging from the ground with Dark Shadow?”- Nope, it’s the other edgy dark-themed hero, who is ironically engaging a foe that comes off as a discount Dark Shadow on a rampage. Like, I wonder how a protected brawl between them would pan out, if they were underground and Re-Destro still had his legs. Tokoymi would fold in a single hit, but he can attack from a distance with a strong dark Shadow, and Re-destro’s stress ability must have a limit to how long he can remain in that stressed-up state before he exhausts his power supply. It’s impossible to remain stressed 24/7, no matter how bad your job is.

9) “Ah, nevermind, it was just the stressful hulk

Well, I suppose that now that Machia is on the move there’s no longer an option of waiting around, it’s either kill or be killed, and I have a feeling he is not intending to go gentle into that good night.”- Machia already evacuated the important members of their top brass, so all that’s left for him to do is try to rally the ground forces and catch up with his head-long dash before it’s too late to participate at Tomura’s fight…for whichever side is still standing by the end.

10) “Yeah, The End walks the earth, the true Calamity of our age, but he is not completed yet

And as long as this fight keeps going, he won’t be able to return to his slumber and finish the process. Not that it is as simple as that, since the Doc is on his way to be executed, but even so”- Shit’s bad, but it’s not completely fucked. This summation will be in place for several chapters. Can you guess when it’ll stop being relevant?

11) “Oh don’t worry dude, he still is just as terrifying and lethal as you expect him to be, I think you should rush there and give him a big ‘ol hug, he missed you so much (: “- Well, apparently, they expected him to be a god upon the Earth who could re-shape the planet’s surface with a gesture. A stupidly-terrifying power-level difference, but then again, they really didn’t want another All Might appearing to mess up their goals, so the best way to avert that is making it just impossible to fight Tomura, let alone beat him.

12) “BUT YEET GOES MT LADY

THROWN LIKE AN EMPTY CAN OF POP

ALAS, THAT WAS TO BE EXPECTED

TIS WAS INEVITABLE, I DARE SAY”-  It should be pointed out, Mt lady doesn’t have shoes on. The inability to create growth-capable metals to transform with her means that her hero outfit is basically a size-stretching fabric, allowing it to be easily torn or damaged in a fight. For that reason, Mt Lady needed to place a car onto her foot when busting open the backup hideout at Kamino to protect herself. 

Consequently, her attempts to slow down Machica and the trees breaking underneath her feet are giving her a massive case of splinters with every mile he pushes her back – you can see her soles bleeding and impaled from the damage. She doesn’t just tackle his leg at the end out of desperation, she’s also genuinely having trouble standing up anymore

13) “Time for this Giant to know the scent of the Night”- Not if Dabi has anything to say about it. He’s got an express ride straight to the big fight scene, and he’s clever enough to predict any upsets the heroes can throw in his way…not to mention sadistically gleeful at the chance to thwart their best efforts.

14) “that looks like a troll face jesus fuck “- Somewhat ironically, now that Dabi’s actually starting to emote more and open up, it turns out he’s got a personality not unlike a spite-driven troll, not only wanting to tear others down, but make them feel bad for doing so. He wasn’t just keeping his head down to lure the heroes in closer for his blast, he was doing it to give them false hope before he snuffed that out. Similarly, he strung Hawks along with his double-agent act until he got what he wanted, and then made sure to rub it in Hawks’ face that he murdered a man who deserved a second chance right before trying to kill him, just for the sake of hurting him more.

15) “OH NO NOT THE MARBLES! QUICK MIDNIGHT, EVASIVE MANEUVERS! “- Sadly, Midnight can’t manoeuvre mid-air, and without Kamui being able to help her swing about with his branches, she can’t dodge getting hit with such large chunks of rubble when they suddenly appear out of nowhere.

16) “Dammit Midnight, that maneuver sucked

And don’t you fucking roll your eyes at him young man, who you think he is, endeavor?”- Dabi’s so anti-team player, he’s annoyed whenever somebody picks up his slack and aids his side, because it shows him being incompetent and not as capable of doing it all alone like he prefers. The fact that that’s true doesn’t matter, he still doesn’t like help.

@thelreads