#the basket can't hide things forever

[kinok0s-doodls]

Why is he not wearing pants-?

@llamagoddessofficial @mega-punani

[herlv3r]

yes or no

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୨୧ synopsis: your best friend, yunjin, constantly expresses her attraction towards you. as her best friend, you struggle and question whether she’s being serious or not. it's not easy as your lingering feelings for the girl doesn’t help either, when her actions and words only feed your delusions. 

୨୧ pairing: bestfriend!yunjin x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ a/n: been obsessing over yes or no because it makes me feel things. listening isn't enough, i need it in my soul. sorry if there's mistakes, i proofread like once lol. anyway first fic finally done wooo!

you've known yunjin for awhile, and you just can't wrap your head around when she began acting like this. the sweet nicknames, loving gestures, constant physical touch. you're not complaining but you shouldn't allow yourself to give in to her wicked spells.

a knock is heard on your door. "yeah, come in," a tall ginger walks into your room and closes the door gently behind her. "hi pretty girl," she looks in your direction and walks towards your bed with a cute eye smile. you gawk at her too long for your liking.

you snap out of her trance, "hi jen what's up?" she stops and flops her whole body down on your bed, slightly wrinkling your sheets beneath her. "mhmm, nothing much. i just wanted to ask if your busy." you giggle at her action, admiring how comfortable she is around you. she stares at you waiting for your response. "why bother asking me when you already know my answer?" you give her a confident look as you raise your brow.

"oh yeah right, forgot you don't have any friends other than me." you sat on your chair, dumbfounded and disbelieving with what just came out of her mouth. you pout at her, tears forming in your eyes. she bursts out laughing at your cute reaction. "ahh, you're so cute." she gets up from her position and heads towards you.

heat rushes through your face as she approaches closer. she forces you up and fixes your hair. "awh, i'm sorry baby." that was the final straw, you thought to yourself. it's unfair honestly. you hate feeling vulnerable especially for something you can't control. you don't even remember when you developed feelings for the taller girl. all you know is that you realized it too late that cupid slapped you right in the face, when you found yourself blushing even with the lightest touch from the ginger. you've held on hiding it deep down, but you don't know whether that's something to be proud of.

she snaps her fingers in front of your face, trying to get you out of your thoughts. "hey, you okay?" you come back to your senses, as you walk past her heading somewhere that's not in her proximity, but you can't avoid her forever. "yeah i'm fine"

she pulls out two tickets from her jacket's pocket, waving it in the air, "since you're not busy... how bout we go see a drive-in movie?" you thought, for the sake of your own feelings, you should turn her down. but at the end of the day, you're still her best friend. you force a smile, "sure thing!"

as you entered her car, you noticed how prepared she was. a neatly folded blanket rests on the backseats, along with a picnic basket and two bottles of sparkling drinks. smells good you thought. you secure the seat belt around you and get comfortable on your seat. "soo, what's the movie going to be?" she smiles brightly at you as she starts the engine. "mhm you'll see."

you both sat in comfortable silence for awhile, until she pulls up in an empty parking lot with a big screen in the middle. "where's everyone else?" yunjin turns to you and a slight smirk forms on the corner of her plump lip. "i don't know, i guess we're early?" you look at her with a suspicious face. "girl.. you're not planning on killing me right" she lets out a loud laugh, "pfft shut up, of course not."

she exists the car first, jogging around the front to reach your door before you stepped out. she opens the door for you while bowing as if you were a princess getting off your chariot. you chuckle, "thank you pretty lady." she winks at you in response.

you shiver as the cold night breeze passes through the thin fabric of your shirt. without a word, yunjin immediately removes her jacket and covers you up with its warmth. the scent of her perfume engulfs your senses causing butterflies to kick in. you stare at her gathering everything from the backseat as your cheeks turn bright red.

"jen this is honestly so freaky. you sure we're at the right place?" she drops everything, and intertwines your hands as she smiles. "it's okay, trust me, just relax." you listen to her and wait until she finishes setting up.

"okay sit please~" you look around and admire the scenery she created. you turn to face her "wow jen.. it's so pretty, you did so good." a slight blush of pink appears on her cheeks, "are you cold? do you want your jacket back?" attempting to remove it, she stops you and awkwardly coughs, "no it’s okay, keep it on." she shifts her body closer to you. “thought it’s a good idea to share body heat,” she gives you a small wink. your body stiffens as she leans even more closer.

eventually, the film started rolling. you smacked yunjin’s arm after realizing it’s your favourite ghibli film that’s being projected. she jokingly winces from your sudden action. you give her a side eye, “you think your slick huh, yunjin". she hums in response.

as the credits play out, she takes your hand and plays with your fingers. “so.. did you enjoy today?” you let out a tired sigh. she looks up at you. “what’s wrong?” your gaze glued to her eyes, not knowing how to explain that she’s the problem from the very beginning. how her small gestures and words freezes the time around you. how her genuine smiles turns her eyes into crescent moons and the silly faces she makes whenever she tastes something delicious. everything about her makes you feel like you’re a ticking time bomb ready to explode any second. however, she’s your best friend. it’s harder to let her go than to dump all your feelings on her. when in reality, she probably only sees you platonically.

“nothing, i’m just a little worn out,” you force a reassuring smile. “okay then, let’s get you home before you pass out,” she pats your head. as you both got up, you stop her and pull her into a hug. you feel her stiffen around your arms but she eventually wraps her arms around your waist, drawing you in closer. “thank you jen, i mean it,” you say into the hug. she grips the fabric of your clothes, “anything for you.” you let go of her embrace, knowing if you’ve held on longer you’ll combust. after packing up, you entered her car and sat in comfortable silence again.

shortly after she pulls into your driveway and parks her car. she gazes at you but doesn't say anything. you should say something, you thought. but your throat's dry and you can't spit anything out. "have a good night honey," her sweet nicknames again, but she sounds a little disappointed. "you too jen, and drive safe." you got out of the vehicle but felt like she expected something more from you.

before you could walk any farther, she gets out of her car and grabs you by the arm. "i'm sorry.. i.." you just stare at her, confused. is there something she needs? did you take something from her? she just sighs. "god.. you're so oblivious aren't you?" she lets go of you. she takes her hands and ruffles her perfect orange hair out of frustration. "what are you talking about." you stood there dumbfounded. "i call you all these cute nicknames, i let you be my passenger princess, i take you out on dates, i cancel all my plans just so i can spend my time with you. but why can't you still see it.." you just stare at her. she sighs heavily. "why can't you see... that i like you?"

a blush of pink immediately rushes on your face and you feel like steam is escaping from the top of your head. you couldn't process what came out of her pretty lips. she likes you. did you hear that right? you pull her in a tight hug. "you're an asshole" you smack her back. "for the longest time.. you made me feel all these feelings for you thinking that if i did something with them, i'd lose you." she lets out her cute chuckle as she wraps her arms around you. your heart loosens, letting go of that burden you hold of crushing on your best friend.

she gently pats your head, "soo.. will you go out with me?" you let her go and fix her hair, "yes, of course." a big grin forms on her face and takes your hand, leading you to your door. "okay, i'll call you later." a dumb smile creeps on your face. "yup, drive safe jennifer." she leans forward with her cheek facing towards you. "a kiss on the cheek will protect me," she smirks. you lean forward about to kiss her until she quickly turns her head, connecting your lips with hers.

you pull back and smack her arm. "wow! you witch." you both burst out laughing. "okay, okay now get in." as you slip inside and close the door, you watch her pull out the driveway and drive off. you lean your back against the door and flop to the ground, punching and kicking the air with excitement.

[chaoticloving]

idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

[literary-motif]

Hiiii!~ :DD I just can't believe no one has asked for this yet, but ISAAC AND PICKLE GARDENING TOGETHER!! <333 I think they would be just ADORABLE!! Maybe both of them will have a little picnic together near the lake... (I think Saku mentioned that he owned one...) Pickle making a flower crown for Isaac :33 And Isaac reminiscing about his mother!

Enjoy The Silence

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: grief

Isaac was a little nervous. He was very nervous, actually. 

There was a strikingly clear reason why he always hired a gardener. There were two reasons, buried in the ground under the little blue flowers that grew by the headstones. 

Why he had agreed to this, he did not know. The thought of having you in the garden — the garden, the one where he had lost half his heart and the majority of his years alive — made his stomach clench in painful knots. It made him anxious, threatening to pull him into the very depths of a panic attack because only the possibility of losing you to a shot fired from the trees beyond made his eyes tear up as a painful lump formed in his throat.

You had asked him for it, though. You had suggested tending to the delicate blue flowers together — with your eyes glinting in compassion, begging him to allow you this grand gesture of affection that would ease his pain like the first time you had visited their graves together. 

His blood had frozen. The firm, absolute, and forever unchanging ‘no’ stuck on his tongue as he took in your expression of gentle hope. 

I can’t live my life trapped in this house, Isaac. I can’t, no matter how much I love you. 

He swallowed thickly and conceded. 

You had been so happy, turning the whole day into a little event to ease his mind from the heaviness of tending to the flowers growing on his family’s graves. There was a picnic basket, complete with a blanket, standing by in the kitchen for when you were done. The very idea of sitting outside — waiting like sitting ducks to be shot — made him shudder. 

He dreaded this day. He hated that he did. 

“Ready?” you asked, smiling brightly at him as you pulled on gloves for gardening. You had had many occasions to demonstrate your varying skill with plants, although you supposed ridding the flowers of weeds and trimming the bush a little was different from tending to houseplants. 

He stood staring at the front door, trying to hide the shaking of his hands. 

“Isaac?”

“Do we have to?” he whispered, the vulnerability seeping into his tone wiping the smile from your face. He sounded close to tears. “Do we have to? I— I’m so scared something might— might—”

You pulled off the gloves, letting them fall to the ground. “Hey, look at me,” you said, resting a hand on his cheek. Isaac turned to face you, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears of fear and, you supposed knowing him, shame as well. “We don’t have to do anything if it hurts you this much, sweetheart.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning into your touch. “What if I can’t?” he croaked, tears escaping his eyes. “What if I’m never ready? What if this always happens? What if I can’t keep it together at the thought of us going outside? I— I don’t want to lose you. I can’t—”

“Isaac, look at me,” you requested, raising your other hand to his cheek as well. Your fingers played with the strands of hair at his temples, thumbs wiping away the tears trailing down his cheeks. When he slowly opened his eyes, searching your gaze with eyes full of sorrow, you continued, “It’s alright if you’re not ready. It’s okay. Overcoming trauma is hard, I get that — I know that. Healing takes a lot of time, love. The important thing is that you try, and I know you do. You’re so brave every day for me, love, and I will never leave you because of this. Alright? Never, Isaac. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, I know you are doing your best.”

“My best is not enough sometimes,” he admitted quietly, the words tasting like defeat. 

“Don’t even think that!”

“But it’s true! Look at me,” he cried, stepping away from your soft touch to bury his face in his hands. “I can’t even keep my word because I’m so scared. I— the fear feels like it’s eating me up, gnawing away and keeping me paralyzed. I’m forever stuck in this— this house because they are outside and I can’t— I can’t tear myself away and nowhere else is safe.”

Your heart shattered. “Come here,” you said, keeping your voice airily light. It cut through the spiral of his thoughts like a knife, and he crashed into your open arms as if they were his lifeline. You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair in a gesture you knew helped him calm down. “Small steps, Isaac. Yeah?”

“Steps?” he asked incredulously, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “I’ve been immobile for years!”

“That’s not true, love. These things take time,” you said, listening to his breathing slowly even out. The tears stopped, although the patch of wetness on your shoulder would remain a moment longer. 

Isaac slowly raised his head, wiping at his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, his voice strained. He hesitated before retrieving his phone and checking the CCTV. “Just give me a moment, yeah?”

You blinked in surprise. “A moment for what?” you asked, already knowing the answer. 

“A moment to make sure nobody is there to— to hurt us. I checked already, but I want to make sure again before we go out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Pickle.”

“I don’t want to push you, Isaac. Maybe it’s best if we put this off—”

“No! I need to do this,” he said, his tone firm despite the tremor in his voice. “I need to! I can’t stand this anymore. I need to face this. I— I don’t feel ready, but— but I want to.” His eyes roamed over the footage, analyzing every rustling of leaves, checking for anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing. Isaac swallowed, closing his eyes to compose himself before plunging into his deepest fear. “You’ll stay by my side, yes?” 

Your gaze softened. “Of course,” you said, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “I promise.”

He bent down, picking up your gloves. “Alright,” he breathed, waiting for you to reappear at his side with the picnic basket and gardening tools in hand. “Alright, alright.” His hand hovered above the doorknob.

I want you to know your parents would have been proud of the man you have become, little one.

There was no big event. There was no gunshot — thank god. There was no sound out of the ordinary.

The birds continued chirping. The sun, although occasionally hidden behind a cloud, did not change color. Nothing changed at all as you both stepped outside. Isaac was weary, his eyes darting across the garden in search of something. He barely realized that he was outside at all, that he did it, with your hand tightly clasped in his while his other rested on the gun he couldn’t feel safe without.

“They don’t look so bad. I think a little trimming on the sides is all they need. Look, there are barely any weeds.”

Isaac looked down. After all these years, reading the names on the headstones still knocked the breath out of him. It was also the instance in which he realized — fully and without argument — that he was outside with the love of his life. The realization made him squeeze your hand harder, the feeling of having something incredibly valuable in a place where they were not safe was nearly enough to plunge him into a panic again. 

But he had also faced his fear. He had kept his word, well, half of it. The first step was done, now he only needed to follow the path. 

“You alright?”

He thought for a moment. “Yes,” he replied, surprised that he meant it despite his heart racing. “Do you want to trim or free them from the weeds?”

Gardening was surprisingly relaxing. You were carefully ridding the beautiful bush of flowers from its outreaching branches while Isaac plucked at the weeds growing beneath it on his knees. The conversation turned light, and for the first time in a decade, he forgot the overwhelming fear that came with being beneath a clear sky and allowed himself to chuckle fondly at something you said. 

He paused, practically feeling the flower petals glow with happiness. 

Yes, mom. I miss you too. It hurts every day that you’re not here — I miss you so much it burns a hole in my chest when I breathe. It has gotten easier with them. I love them, and I wish more than anything that you could have met the person who fills the void in my chest with love. I miss you every day. Tell Dad I miss him too and give Grandpa a big hug. I think I missed my chance when he was still here. I love you, take care.

“Isaac?”

He had not even realized that he was crying. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks in rivers that felt like they would never end. His hands were balled into fists, clutching at the earth beneath the flower bush, reminiscent of the time you had prompted him to talk to them for the first time. 

God, it still hurt so much. Why did it still hurt so much?

“I’m fine,” he said, wiping at his eyes. It was useless, the tears would not stop falling. “I— I haven’t— the flowers and— I miss them. I miss them so much.”

You knelt beside him, gathering him into your arms again. Isaac slumped against your side, his blurry vision rising towards the headstones with the names of his family. The sight made his lower lip wobble, the feeling of drowning in his grief and sorrow overwhelming. He thought he would have if you had not been there to hold him together. 

There was a reason he had never allowed himself to feel the extent of his pain when he was alone. He could not have born it. The misery and grief of his life would have crushed him, leaving him untethered in an unforgiving world with people who relied on him, expecting him to carry on his grandfather’s legacy like he had promised he would. 

He had never allowed himself to feel the extent of his loss, and now that he knew he could — no need to hide from it behind whiskey glasses and ceiling-high towers of paper — it devoured him whole. He let it because he knew you were there to anchor him.

The flowers were done, and once the sun had begun its descent and noon turned into late evening, you found yourself spread out on the picnic blanket by the lake, plucking the daisies with the longest stems as Isaac’s head rested on your thigh. 

He was eating one of the chocolate muffins you had baked, his tears long since dried. There was a slight downturn to his lips, betraying his somber thoughts despite the peaceful scenery around you. 

“She hated baking,” he admitted quietly. 

You halted your weaving, glancing at him. Instead of the bleak, sorrowful expression you had been expecting, there was a fond smile on his face. 

“I used to make cookies with my father. We would— we would spend hours decorating them with icing and putting little designs on them. My mother liked cooking. She— she tried teaching me, but I wasn’t very interested. I mean, I was a kid. I preferred baking, but— You know, I wish I would have listened to her more. I wish I— I had appreciated them all more and now—” he broke off with a sigh, the fond memory charing at the edges as he was reminded of the harsh reality that they were gone. He would never again roll out dough with his father, or listen to his mother’s gentle instructions on how to make the perfect Goya.

You finished the flower crown, turning it around in your hands before placing it on Isaac’s head gently. He looked up at you, the expression of melancholy fading as he gave you a sweet smile. 

“We’ll make the most of our time as well, love.”

[artiepoison]

Icorect PJO/HOO quotes from this website :https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator

Thalia: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

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Nico: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Percy: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Percy: Pros and cons of dating me. Percy: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Percy: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Grover: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

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Nico: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

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Annabeth in TLT

Annabeth: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark*

Annabeth: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Annabeth: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Annabeth: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Annabeth: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Leo: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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Nico: You can't wake up if you never get to sleep.

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Piper, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Hazel: War is heck!

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Jason: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

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Frank: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Will: Can we go to a haunted house?

Nico: What’s wrong with the one we live in?

Will: Wh-what?

Nico: Goodnight, Will.

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Percy: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

Annabeth: What baby?

Percy, crying a bit: Me.

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*The Squad is playing Chess*

Annabeth: *easily beats everyone because they know how to play*

Piper: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Leo: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Jason: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Frank: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Percy: They named a board game after cheese?

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*when the Squad drops food*

Annabeth: Eh, oh well.

Piper: FIVE-SECOND RULE!

Nico: FUCK!

Jason: *just gets more food*

Percy: *drops to their knees and mourns the food*

Leo: *eats the food off the ground*

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Leo: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Hazel and Frank's convo?

Piper: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Percy: I'm in the washing machine.

Nico: I'm in the closet.

Jason: We accept you Nico. <3

Nico: No I'm literally in the closet.

Jason: Love is love. <3

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Frank: Are you trying to give me a frickin’ aneurysm?

Percy: Pretty sure we all are.

Hazel: I wasn't.

Leo: I was.

Jason: I was trying to stop them, for your consideration.

Nico: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

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Annabeth: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Percy: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Annabeth: ...

Annabeth: You mean ring bearER, right?

Percy: ...

Annabeth: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Nico: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Will: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Nico: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Will: Is it working?

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BONUS MAGNUS CHASE

Mallory: Nothing in life is free.

Sam: Love is free.

T.J: Knowledge is free.

Alex: Friendship is free.

Halfborn: Self-respect is free.

Magnus: Everything's free if you don't pay for it.

The Squad: ...

T.J: Magnus, that's illegal-

Alex: No, let them finish!

sooooooo yep. Hope you enjoyed

[spectrechosts]

Mermay

Short mermaid story I uploaded to Cohost back in May. I think it was prompted by one of my friends positing that mermaids would have leg fetishes.

Mara lurks, in the shade of the pier.

She likes to listen to the humans, to peer at them from behind the posts, between the slats.

"Hello!" One of them says, hanging upside-down off the edge to intrude upon her hideaway, and she dives beneath the surface and swims away.

~

"I feel we got off on the wrong foot-" She says, another day, before Mara darts away again.

~

The third time, she's treading water beneath the pier. She has been since sunrise- Mara knows, she's been watching from the depths the whole time. Watching her- her weird legs, move back and forth.

"Listen, I don't mean any harm-" The human says, when Mara finally swims under the pier and lets her head breach the surface. "There's a certain type of kelp, I need it for a potion but I can't get it myself, see?"

She gestures to an illustration of the plant, carefully held above the waves by her human magic. Mara is familiar with the species.

"And then in return I could get you, uh, surface stuff." She says. "Whatever you'd like."

"Fish." Mara hisses, her lips barely above the water.

"Oh! Well, I can get you other things, things you might not have-?" The witch starts, but Mara is already swimming away.

Anything to get her out of her hideaway. She glances back, watches how the witch's legs move as she swims out from under the pier and climbs up.

When she returns the witch has a basket of fish, which she gladly hands over for a bouquet of kelp.

"Thank you!" Says the witch. "Seriously, I never could have gotten these without your help."

Mara just nods, lurking with all but her eyes submerged.

Leave already, she thinks. She comes here to watch humans, not interact with them.

"I'm Lexi, by the way." The witch offers unprompted, and Mara just watches her silently until she retreats back onto dry land.

~

She returns to intrude upon Mara's spot once again about a week later, thankfully just dangling off the pier again. Mara doesn't need even more looks at her weird, shapely legs- they already occupy her mind strangely often.

"Heyyyyy!" Lexi says. "Need more kelp."

Mara grumbles, again half-submerged, her discontentment rising to the surface in a stream of bubbles.

"I can bring you more fish?" Lexi offers, and Mara grimaces.

The fish were… bad. Already dead, out of the water for too long, she doesn't know how humans can stand them like that.

"No fish." She says. "Bring me… something of yours."

"Ooh!" Lexi coos. "You'd make a good witch, asking for payments like that. Here!"

She drops down a long, thin, silk scarf.

"You wrap it around yourself. Or whatever you want, I suppose. Yours now after all."

Mara swims down into the depths, nuzzling her face into the scarf until she returns with Lexi's reagents and briskly hands them off and leaves again.

~

Weeks pass, and Mara itches for the next appearance of the witch.

She sees her, sometimes, perusing the seaside market stalls. Watches her walk around on her, her feet. Wearing one of those human skirts, her legs just out there.

"Heya!" Lexi says, dangling from the pier again. "I need more kelp, what do you want for it?"

She wants to drown the witch, watch the air bubble from her lungs, have her sink down into her domain and keep her forever.

She wants to touch her, feel if her skin is as soft as the scarf, if it smells as nice, if it comforts her as much.

She wants to drag her under the pier and pepper her with salty kisses, dip below the water and feel her human legs wrap around her in ecstasy as her tongue-

"Fish." She blurts out, hoping the shadow of the pier hides her blush. "Fresher ones this time."

And then she darts away again.

[casdeans-pie]

Well it was inevitable but I got Pumpkin another (yes another) vet appointment, because he's still chewing strangely on his gums and it's not got any better

Long rambling under the cut lmao

Honestly lost count of how many times this cat has been back and forth to the vets in the last couple of months

He's got really anxious from it - he gets nervous when he hears certain sounds because they sound like his cat carrier - or if I go into the cupboard the carrier lives in for something else (its where my washing basket also lives) he'll hide under the bed

:):):):)

They've given him anxiety is what they've done

I say that like this cat hasn't been highly strung and full of baggage since I got him, but that's just the throw of the dice you make when you adopt a 'rescue cat' I guess. You have no idea what kind of issues they come with, but at least you've given them a loving home right??

Pumpkin came from a lady and her hoard of neglected cats. I don't know whether they were all seized from her, or something happened to her, Cats Protection were strangely quite closed lipped about the circumstances, and that's all I could manage to get from both the charity and the fosterer.

He was little more than skin and bone when I got him, you could see every rib and notch on his spine, it was super sad. And now he's this big Garfield looking heavy lump of a thing, but still full of anxiety and now hardly any teeth!!

Anyway, using tumblr as a diary to vent makes me feel a bit better. So ignore this if you want, if you even got this far lmaooo

I just, ugh. I want him to be well again. I know a bunch of people who have had cats have teeth extractions and it's been totally fine. But Pumpkin's has just not healed properly even from the start. Hooray for me!

And I feel bad when I talk about my cat a lot because like, he's my best friend, but he is still a cat. I know a few people I work with who are struggling with sick family members at the moment and then I'm sat there like, "my cat is poorly again!" I can't do that! I just don't really talk about it at work. And then my mum thinks I'm overreacting by taking him to the vets this many times and I'm trying to explain that he's not well, and she thinks he should just be 'getting better' if I give it time

I have given it time! That's one of the problems! My never ending guilt on the fact that he's suffering because I'm waiting to see if it gets any better on its own before I stretch his poor anxiety even thinner by putting him in his cat carrier again! Like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

This has been nice to ramble actually. I usually stick these kinds of posts in the drafts and they just gather dust in there forever, but I know a few people are concerned about how Pumpkin is getting on (thank you <3)

Anyway, let's just hope it's something easily fixable, doesn't require more surgery, or x rays, or tests, and my baby can be well again for Christmas 🙏

[giggly-squiggily]

💝Candy Heart Valentine Event 2024!💝

We're back again- WHOOO!

Heyo everybody! It's the sweetest time of the year; Candy Hearts time! Thank you so, so much to everyone who's participated in the sentence starters survey this year; it really helped me figure out what prompts to keep and which to change out! I truly appreciate it!

Another major thank you to everyone who's also sent in suggestions! There were so many good ones to pick from; and I ended up choosing a few from the ones recommended!

💝 Rules💝

- Send me a pairing (Platonic or Romantic) from the fandoms listed below along with a candy heart phrase (Sentence Starter) from the list! (Ex: ObaMitsu- True Love) and I will write a short dabble for it!

- The event will be open from January 28-February 13th, ending at 8:00 PM EST. I will make an announcement when prompts are officially closed!

-Multiple prompts are allowed! The limit is like- 5? Just be sure to send them in separate asks if you send multiples! (Helps me make sure I get them all :D)

- Dabbles will start coming out Feb 1!

- I do write “Character x Reader!” (If you want it to be platonic, please specify with “Platonic!Reader”)

-Multiple sentence starter requests are allowed!

- Requester’s Choice: This is essentially a blank Candy- you can pick whatever sentence starter you want for it! :)

-Please check my pinned post for any characters/ships/things I will and won't write! Thank you :)

~Candy Hearts and Fandoms Below The Cut~

💝 Candy Heart Sentence Starters 💝

**: Recommended by you lovely folks!

❤️ Be Mine: “Oh that is IT! Come here!”

🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

💛 True Love: “I could do this all day.”

💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"**

💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

💜 Angel: “What happens if I do this?”

❤️ I love you: "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."**

🧡 Bestie: Requester’s choice: Pick your own sentence starter!

💛 Sweet Heart: “Oh? Is someone ticklish?”

💚 Cupid: “I’m gonna get you!”

💗 Say Yes: “Hey did you- give that back!"**

💙 Smile: “I didn’t know you were ticklish here!”

💜 Hug: “I just want a hug!”

❤️ Darling: “Do you want me to tickle you?”

🧡 Love bug: “What’s so funny?”

💛 Soul Mate: “Not there? What about here?”

💚 Sweet Pea: “Is this a bad spot?”

💙 Adore: “I haven't even touched you yet!"

💜 Kiss me: “Don’t stop? If you say so!”

❤️ Me + You: “No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!”

🧡 Always and Forever: “Look how red you are! How cute!”

💛 I’m Yours: “You like being tickled, don’t you?”

💚 Puppy love: “Where are those giggles I love so much?”

💙 Only You: "Stop squirming!"**

💜 Hot Stuff: “Come over here and make me!”

🩷 Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"**

❤ It's Love: "Hey could You...You Know?"

🧡 Babydoll: "Keep your arms up!"**

💝 Fandoms 💝

-Some of the fandoms on here will have **Limited Request** beside them. This means I will only be taking up to a limited amount of that fandom.

If the fandom is crossed out, it means all slots for it have been filled!

Big Windup

Black Clover

Blue Lock

Buddy Daddies

Bungo Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Code Realize

Collar x Malice

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer **Limited Request**

Dr. Stone

Fire Force

Fruit’s Basket

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Given

Haikyuu!!

Heartstopper

Hell’s Paradise: Jirokuraku

Hunter x Hunter (Up to Greed Island arc)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Jujutsu Kaisen

Komi Can’t Communicate

Moriarty The Patriot

My Hero Academia **Limited Requests**

Piofiore (Dante's route; still working on others)

Pokemon **Limited Requests** (All Gens)

Rain Code: Master Detectives

Sk8 The Infinity

Spy x Family

Toliet Bound Hanako Kun

Tokyo Revenges

Vinland Saga

Yu Yu Hakusho

Thanks again to everyone! I'm so excited to see what y'all have in store! :D

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

no worries at all, i've never been asked that actually! i really apologize for how long this took to answer because i was thinking so long and hard about characters in media that have touched my heart in different ways.

but in no particular order my top 10 favorite characters are

honda tohru

haruno sakura

narancia ghirga

rengoku kyojuro

bakugou katsuki

iwakura mitsumi

yamada asaemon tenza

nijimura okuyasu

furina

sokka

+ 2 bonuses for fun

the protagonist of fruits basket, my girl tohru. my fellow clumsy queen. if i were going to list down 4 characters i related to the most in animanga, tohru would be one of them. maybe it won't be too much of a surprise she's on this list because one of my highest ranking posts is literally a deep dive into tohru as a character. shameless self promo read here, but this would definitely explain all the reasons i love her so much. but the amount of love this character exudes despite all the painful things she's been through, how i relate to how she tries her hardest to present herself as bubbly to hide her loneliness from even herself, there's just so much i can't help but love about this character.

sakura is one of my girls from now until forever. she's the reason i love cherry blossoms so much. if i had to pick only one character from naruto to call my favorite, it would go to sakura hands down, no questions asked. i'm a first generation sakura fan (lmao is that a thing?) where i liked her from her very introduction to naruto. i loved her pink hair, her green eyes, how she carried herself and you will always see me in the trenches defending sakura as a character and what she supplied to the naruto series. maybe it's because i also related so much to sakura growing up and growing up with the character as well, so there's a lot for me to love here.

narancia is honestly one of the most beautiful characters in jojo for me and i'm not just talking about aesthetics. off rip he comes off as a dumb, violent gangster when in actuality, in spite of the more obvious aspects of his characters, there is a strange purity to narancia. in his loyalty, in his straightforwardness to even how his stand ability manifests as a toy army plane. the implications of the child soldier narancia very much became, his efficiency in being able to kill while very much so still being that kid whose biggest fear than anything was being alone. narancia truly believed he was going to die alone in that alley. his death in jojo is honestly still to this day, one of the hardest hitting. because it was so brutal and unexpected and in a lot of ways so unfair even if the rationality as to why he was targeted made sense (i've talked a number of times with my mom who has seen jojo about how all of the characters who die in pt 5 are core members of the 'heart' of the bucci gang, narancia ofc being one of them). in that moment, everyone cried for him whereas prior he was the one who cried on behalf of the party for the loss of abbacchio.

rengoku lwk just might be everyone's fav in demon slayer but i don't care, same here. his owlish design, his vibrant energy, the conviction to stay behind his principles and even die by said principles? i can't not admire the guy and how despite his short appearance in the story, you still feel the ripple effect of it throughout the story. sasori, maybe deidara had a point when he said true beauty is fleeting and an explosion.

katsuki honestly stole the whole show of bnha for me. hell i was out here enjoying him even when he was just an irredeemable bully because i could see early on the complexity of the character and was honestly curious to see where such a belligerent personality came from. how he's reflected on himself throughout the story, becomes better than the person he was the day before, all of that is really admirable to me. it's lwk honestly gets to a point where if katsuki isn't the focus of an arc or episode, i lose interest. show me the explosion boy please. i also feel like even with the great aspect of the character, there's a lot of disservice towards him regards to how the way his parents treat him is swept under the rug, the way they completely brush over the fact they muzzled and chained him on live television due to his refusal to accept an award and presented a strong student as mentally unstable to the masses (something that led to his very kidnapping, mind you). but my gripes with those things honestly make me love this guy even more than i already do.

mitsumi from skip & loafer is another relatable character for me. from the older trans woman figure in her life (one of my moms) to the clumsiness. like mitsumi, i too am always falling over and because of that i've gotten good at picking myself up. characters like mitsumi, you can't help wanting to follow the model of. i love her straightforwardness, her open-mindedness and appreciate how she views life and those around her. i can only hope to be more like her, among some other characters i love, in my daily life. i love how it doesn't really matter who someone is in relation to her or someone else she knows, she makes her own fair assessments of that person and judges based off her experiences with that person.

tenza is the best character in hell's paradise. argue with a wall i can't be argued against here. damn did we lose when his fine ass got axed early in the storyline. i deadass almost stopped reading hell's paradise after chapter 21 because i was that upset about his death. i'm a sucker for a character who dies saving the rest of the group, and the way he went out in a blaze of glory. already dying, already bleeding out but still deciding he'd spin his last few minutes of life buying time for his comrades. his final thoughts wondering what his life could have been like if he weren't dying in that moment. the students he could have had. the wife he could have had. the visceral reaction i had seeing his body get tossed over like he was nothing but garbage? still feel that. he's another example of a character who didn't have long to shine in the story in terms of number of appearances but the way you feel his presence in the story after his death? how it fuels shion and nurugai's quest for vengeance. how that vengeance almost very well destroyed one of them. how tenza in spirit gave nurugai the will to save shion's life. i really, really loved it. it was such a subversion of expectations seeing the pupil die rather than that master.

okuyasu is definitely my favorite character in diamond is unbreakable. he comes off as just comic relief, which to be fair, okuyasu is very funny. however comma, there's so much to depth to the character that you really appreciate as the story goes on. he's a follower by nature, you can see that from the very first episode you meet him where he follows his brother's orders. that once keicho died, he immediately found someone new to follow in josuke, our jojo for the part. but you see him slowly starting to take those steps towards becoming someone who doesn't just follow, but leads. someone capable of deciding for himself what he wants to do. especially after his brother dies and he becomes a caretaker for himself and his father. how he wants to put large windfalls of money into his savings. how he is able to work around his intellectual shortcomings with his strengths. okuyasu is dumb but he isn't an idiot. he is actually quite astute in a lot of ways one doesn't expect and that he doesn't give himself credit for. so all of this made his grand decision not to follow his brother into the afterlife so satisfying.

oh how i loved furina from day fucking 1. from the moment her design got leaked i knew where my primogems were going. when she entered the story officially? i was even more in love just due to how different she was as an archon. i could understand why she wasn't for everybody but she was everything for me and that's all that mattered. then we get the level 4 tragic backstory, her 500 year long opera where she alone is on the stage? it wasn't enough just to pull for furina, furina deserved everything my account had to offer. her story quest really made me want to shove paimon and the traveler into a blender but regardless, this character has my whole heart and i will eat up any content that pertains to her as i fucking should. she deserves my everything.

sokka. absolutely sokka. seeing sokka finally get his fucking flowers during the atla revival during 2020 brought so much joy to my soul. i've loved sokka since back when atla was still airing on tv. he has been my favorite and honestly i think some of my humor and sarcasm of today relates all the way back to the guy with boomerang. i got both of my moms into atla and it really made me happy to see the guy they initially saw as the dumb funny one in the group when they just glanced at the tv when i was watching it, is actually arguably the smartest on the team and a literal genius who grew into the man he wanted to become since episode 1. that he was actually the most logical member of the team and the most practical when it came to their long term goals. he was humbled and realized his misogyny was an incorrect way of thinking, he learned from his mistakes an even with his insecurities about where he stood on the team, he never let that get him down for long.

+ 2

ojamajo doremi is coming back, so i gotta mention my two of my fav girls from the series that i relate to the most. first up, harukaze doremi or i'm doing myself a disservice. doremi is a character that has a lot of shortcomings from her clumsiness to her . and i relate a lot to her because of that. whenever i learn something new, i'm never the best at it. especially handicrafts and seeing others around me being good at those things definitely sucked. so seeing a character like that was great for me at that age. but one thing that is just so great about this girl is, to quote caribou-kun on youtube (please watch his video essay on ojamajo doremi on youtube) "she is the greatest friend in the entire world". and i don't say that lightly, she's like the tohru honda of majou shoujo. she would literally take off her shirt and give it to someone to throw up in if they needed it. the way she can connect to people. how she supports them when they most need it even if she doesn't know what is the right thing to say or even if it is at the cost of her own feelings. when i say i want to be a good friend to someone, doremi is one of the faces i picture.

and finally, senoo aiko. she was my favorite favorite of the ojamajos growing up. initially because, well, she was the blue one and blue has been my favorite color since before i can honestly remember. because damn did certain parts of her character also really relate to me. divorced parents (although in my case, they got divorced when i was very young and have been that way since my earliest memories) and doing your best to handle that situation even if you want your parents to get back together. my parents never got back together like aiko's but honestly, she i was happy to see that old dream of mine be realized through her. she has had to be the prince for herself and others in her life for most of her life, and when you finally get to see the moment she can just be the princess is wonderful.

there are other characters i haven't mentioned due to the limitations of just 10 characters but these are some characters that immediately come to mind for some major favs.

[silentmiko]

Kaeya x Reader

Note:

This is 3 parts I'm just too lazy to post 3 separate posts.

The first, part is called: A Secret Date

The second part is called: A New Beginning

And lastly the third is called: Forever and Always

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Part 1

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Kaeya was always the master of secrets, but you had a secret of your own that you had been keeping from him for weeks.

You had planned a surprise date for him, a day filled with all his favorite activities and treats. You knew that he was always busy with his duties as a Cavalry Captain, so you wanted to give him a break and some time to relax with you.

The day had finally arrived, and you led Kaeya on a winding path through the forests of Mondstadt, stopping at various spots to enjoy the scenery and indulge in some of his favorite foods.

You had packed a picnic basket filled with his favorite snacks, and you spread a blanket out on the soft grass as you watched the clouds drift by overhead.

Kaeya smiled at you, his mismatched eyes twinkling with amusement. "What's all this for?" he asked, taking a sip of the chilled wine you had brought.

"It's a surprise date," you said, grinning at him. "Just for us. No work, no distractions. Just you and me."

Kaeya's smile widened, and he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. "You always know how to make me happy," he said, his voice low and husky.

You blushed, feeling your heart skip a beat. You had always had feelings for Kaeya, ever since you had first met him. His suave, confident demeanor and his sharp wit had drawn you in, and you had fallen for him more deeply with each passing day.

But you had never had the courage to tell him how you felt, afraid that it would ruin your friendship and your working relationship.

As you and Kaeya continued on your date, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable and at ease with him. You laughed and chatted like old friends, enjoying each other's company without any pretense or reservations.

And as the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the land, Kaeya turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"(Y/N), there's something I need to tell you," he said, taking your hand in his. "I've been keeping a secret from you for a long time now."

You felt your heart race as he spoke, wondering what he could possibly be hiding from you.

But before you could say anything, he continued.

"The truth is, I've had feelings for you for a long time now. I've been too afraid to tell you, afraid that it would ruin our friendship and our working relationship. But I can't keep it hidden any longer. I love you, (Y/N)."

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he spoke, overwhelmed by his confession.

"I love you too, Kaeya," you said, your voice shaking with emotion. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

And with that, Kaeya leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. As you kissed him back, all your worries and fears melted away, replaced by a deep and abiding love for the man beside you.

And as the sun set over Mondstadt, you knew that this secret date would be just the first of many more adventures to come, as you and Kaeya explored the world and each other, bound together by your love.

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Part 2

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After confessing your feelings to each other, Kaeya and you began dating in secret, not wanting to make things awkward or complicated at work. But you both knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

One day, as you were walking through Mondstadt's marketplace, you heard a voice call out to you. "Hey, (Y/N)! What are you doing here?"

You turned around to see your co-worker, Amber, looking at you curiously.

"Oh, just out for a walk," you said, trying to act casual.

But Kaeya stepped forward, his hand intertwined with yours. "Actually, we're on a date," he said, smiling down at you.

Amber's eyes widened in surprise, but then she grinned. "Finally! I've been waiting for you two to get together forever!"

You blushed, feeling both embarrassed and relieved. It was nice to have someone know about your relationship, especially someone as kind and supportive as Amber.

From then on, you and Kaeya were more open about your relationship, and you found that it only made things better between you. You could hold hands in public, steal kisses when no one was looking, and plan dates without worrying about anyone finding out.

As the weeks and months passed, your love for each other deepened and grew, and you knew that you had found someone special in Kaeya. He was kind, funny, and always there for you, whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or a partner to fight alongside in battle.

And then, one day, Kaeya surprised you with a gift: a beautiful ring, with a blue gemstone set in the center.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N)," he said, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at him, feeling overwhelmed with love and happiness. "Yes, Kaeya," you said, smiling through your tears. "I will."

And as Kaeya slid the ring onto your finger, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new adventure together, a journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

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Part 3

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After saying yes to Kaeya's proposal, you spent the next few weeks planning your wedding. You both decided on a small, intimate ceremony in the beautiful Mondstadt Cathedral, with your closest friends and family in attendance.

On the day of your wedding, you felt nervous and excited as you slipped into your white gown and took a deep breath. You knew that Kaeya was waiting for you at the altar, looking just as nervous as you felt.

As you walked down the aisle, with your father by your side, you couldn't help but smile at Kaeya's expression when he saw you. He looked handsome in his dark suit, but his eyes were fixed on you, and you could see the love and adoration shining in them.

The ceremony was beautiful, and you both said your vows with tears in your eyes. As you exchanged rings, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you, knowing that you had found your soulmate in Kaeya.

After the ceremony, you and Kaeya danced together under the stars, surrounded by twinkling lights and the soft sounds of music. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have found someone like him, someone who loved you for who you were, flaws and all.

As the night drew to a close, you both snuck away to a quiet corner of the garden, where Kaeya pulled you into his arms and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he said, kissing you softly. "Forever and always."

And you knew, without a doubt, that your love for each other would last a lifetime. Together, you would face whatever challenges came your way, and you would always hold each other close, through thick and thin.

As you looked up at the stars, feeling Kaeya's arms around you, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your life, one filled with love, joy, and endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

[dua-yinepu]

I had a dream a while ago I'd like to share.

I was in a global conflict, I can't begin to describe who was involved or why everything was happening, but for some reason I was part of a group trying to detonate a nuclear bomb, with the controller being deep in an enemy base. Snuck my way in, alarms went off around the time i found the control hub, and I launched that nuke. Perhaps there were more, but I remember getting out of the building, there was fighting between factions going on, and this seemed to be the only way to end it. It's not my personal beliefs to use nuclear weapons, but that's what dream me did. I remember trying to find a place to go or hide, I'm not really sure, because there was a bright flash as a nuke detonated in the distance. I watched the mushroom cloud rise high above the horizon as the blast pushed the winds outward. I remember taking a photo of it on film, before the dust consumed us.

Everything went black.

I wake up confused about what had happened, and look around the room to see other people waking up as well. Some of us had recognized one another, others not. We were in quite a large room together, all wearing the same clothes, something like single color shirts and white pants. Plain white beds lined the wall, one for each of us. Despite the fact that most people were fighting or dying around the time the bomb hit, no one was injured. In fact, we all were in perfect health. On one side of the room, there was this machine with a button and after walking up to it and inspecting it, I pressed it out of curiosity. A few metal tubes flew out across the room and landed in a basket, which I imagine was placed there for a reason. I walked over to them, picked one up, and opened it. The best way I can describe it was a spring shaped roll of bubble wrap that came out. I got curious and popped the first of the chain, and a word came out, audibly. Everyone watched in silence. I don't remember the message in detail but it was about someone apologizing, and a goodbye. It seems there was a message for everyone in the room, from loved ones. In their newfound comfort, some were already trying to play games with others. The war was technically over, as was society, and they seemed healthy. There wasn't much else to do but relax and play. Others were more serious, trying to figure shit out, others didn't trust what was going on and wanted answers. Maybe there was someone or something more in control, in charge, but we didn't know about it.

At some point, we noticed our pelvises were oddly glowing. The entire pelvic region was transparent like glass but was full of bright luminescent color, and something somewhat butterfly shaped thing at the center, like where a womb would be, in everyone. The surface still felt like skin, but no organ, bone, or muscle occupied that space. It didn't hinder our movement in the slightest.

After the first person noticed, everyone freaked out, panic had spread throughout the room. Everyone had different pelvic color combinations, some repeating, others unique. Also I think this was another dream where I think I was in a woman's body, which is always nice when you're transfemme.

The best my head can come up with is that after ending humanity, some last few survivors (or maybe they're technically dead, or reborn, given their scenario) were in a sense promoted to gods. Like some sort of back up to jump start humanity once again. They still had their flaws and their opinions, they still fought and argued, but I suppose they needed to put aside their differences before getting anything done..

Sadly that's where the dream ends and I'll forever be left wondering what the hell was happening.

Now, I'm no writer... but hell I'd love to use this as a prompt..

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: Pregnancy

Annunciation, by Geoduck T | Gen - Kyo & Yuki (background Tohru/Kyo) | Flash Fiction | hurt/comfort Kyo and Tohru are ready to move on to another stage of their relationship. Well, Tohru is. Kyo might need some encouragement.

Baby's First Birthday, by me G | Tohru/Kyo, Tohru & Yuki | Flash Fiction | mild hurt/comfort Tohru can't seem to get her camcorder to work.

Empty Basket, by RunningOnSunshine M | Tohru/Kyo, Tohru/Kakeru | WIP | angst, drama, & hurt/comfort The Sohma family is thriving. The curse has been broken, marriages are happening, and children are being born. Never before has the Sohma family been so at ease… until Kyo contracts a fatal illness, just months after Tohru becomes pregnant with their first child.

Fourth Trimester, by AveSolace* M | Gen - parents of Zodiac children | Short Story | angst & fluff Four and a half vignettes about the newborn phase of Zodiac children. *this story is about the postpartum period

Heisei's Dusk, by Geoduck T | Kyo/Yuki, Tohru/Momiji, Tohru & Kyo & Yuki | Short Story | fluff Twenty years to the day after Tohru, Yuki, Kyo, and Momiji's trip to the Sohma hot spring back in their high school days. In commemoration, that quartet goes to the hot spring again.

Hold On, by Danyu T | Tohru/Kyo | Novella | angst, drama, & romance Kyou has accepted his fate as the cat. Relationships change and the bond between he and Tohru is cemented forever. But he leaves something behind, something precious enough to give everyone the strength to hold on.

In a Pickle, by me T | Machi/Yuki | Short Story | hurt/comfort While Yuki is on the phone with Tohru, she asks about Machi, like she always does. As he answers, she notices some signs that their lives are about to change in a big way.

I think about you all the time, by lucybee M | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance Kyo hasn't heard from her again since. And that's right. It's the way things are supposed to be. A post-canon AU in which Kyo never redeemed himself after the confession scene.

Left Wanting T | Tohru/Kyo | WIP (discontinued) | Drama & Romance Tohru Honda, newly graduated but not sure what she wants to do in life, lives with her best friends Uotani and Hanajima in an apartment. She gets a job working for the infamous Sohma family as just another maid for some of the lesser family members’ homes. But when Tohru unexpectedly gets reassigned to one of the Inner Circle family member’s houses, she accidentally uncovers the very dark secret the Inner Family has been hiding from the world.

Second Visit, by Geoduck T | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story | hurt/comfort Kyo and Tohru visit the office of a medical professional. After they leave, they talk about it.

this isn't easy, it isn't clear, by lucybeee T | Tohru/Kyo, also Kyo & Yuki | Novelette | Hurt/Comfort "I don't know anything about babies," Kyo blurts. Yuki chokes on a sip of water and coughs a little. "Uh...excuse me?"

undertow, by hungryhungryhanachan* E | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | dark, drama, & tragedy Tohru has always smiled through her pain. Why would this be any different? *this story is about pregnancy loss

Here are my bookmarks tagged with pregnancy! (There are a couple really good ones that I haven't added to these rec lists yet!)

Fic Recs Masterpost

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 4 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

My heart started to race when the familiar scent and face started to register in my half-awake brain and then the real panic started to set in.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Darren's voice bombed in my head.

He got off of me and I rolled over giving my head a quick shake.

"Shift," he demanded and I let out a soft whine.

"Nah, you know. I'm good. I just wanted to get some air. I'll follow you back."

But Darren wasn't having that and he was standing in his human form within seconds, his arms crossed as he glared down towards me.

"I said shift," he wasn't asking, so I huffed, my body aching as it shifted from one form to the other.

I looked at Darren, our eyes meeting for a split second before I had to look away.

I knew though, as soon as he saw me he'd know and that would be it.

He didn't say anything, just shook his head and started walking back towards the house and I followed, knowing damn well that if I didn't I was dead meat.

The walk to the house was deathly quiet.

He didn't look back, he stayed looking forward, he didn't say a word to anyone, not me, not the guards we passed as we walked into the town.

My stomach was in knots and all I could think about was how much trouble I was about to be in.

I didn't have a will.

How would anyone know I wanted to leave Ivan my comic book collection without a will?

Patty called dibs on it years ago, we were fucked if I died without setting that straight.

Darren opened the back door to the house and I grabbed my clothes, shoving my pants and shirt on before walking into the door that he held open.

I winced as he slammed it shut behind me.

"Silas," he called out and only a second later was dad down the stairs, looking bewildered as his eyes fell on us both.

Darren pulled a chair out and gestured for me to sit down while he walked over to a nearby basket that we kept at both doors, grabbing a pair of jogging pants because even though we had no issues with being naked around one another.

Having a conversation without your clothes on was a little strange.

"What did you take."

'Nothing,' I signed back.

"What. Did. You. Take."

I wanted to shrink away, wanted to hide.

Silas shook his head as he walked across the kitchen, flicking the kettle on, indicating it was going to be a long night.

"This can't keep happening," Darren said after I waited too long to reply.

"You're leaving us with no choice."

I looked at them both, confused as to what he meant, Silas just sighed.

"We can't lock him away forever Darren."

'Dad...'

"My grandparents own a farm up North."

'No.'

"It's for the best."

'No.'

"I can have Ellis and Jeremy take turns watching the twins for a few nights."

I stood up, my mouth forming the words no but no words came out.

The chair that I sat in hit the ground behind me as my arms and legs shook.

'You can't do this. I'm an adult. I'm nineteen for fuck sakes.'

"Teen, Nineteen. You're a child, you're our child and if you want to stay under our roof, you need to clean yourself up and I'm afraid this may be the only way," Darren started.

"We're doing this to help you Star, not hurt you."

'I'm not your child. You're not my parents.'

It was wrong, I shouldn't have said it, not something that would cut them that deep in anger.

They didn't show it but the way they both paused told me they heard it, loud and clear but I stood my ground and went to walk past them, but Darren grabbed my arm as I did.

"We leave in two nights. Start packing your things."

I yanked my arm away, elbowing him as I walked out, making my way to my bedroom with hot, angry tears stinging my eyes. 

[mymentaljukebox]

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

we were on and off, 'cause we couldn't be together because of the company's policies, but we wanted to. we had to be really careful hiding it.

when the pandemic hit, i didn't leave my place for 3 months, i didn't even go to the supermarket or running on the streets. by that time, he was struggling with depression, so i got worried about him being completely alone for months. i used to call him at least 2x a week, and we texted everyday. on my birthday, he sent me an enormous chocolate basket. a couple weeks later i finally decided to go see him.

for months, he was the only person i saw besides my family. our "relationship" grew stronger and stronger. i used to spend several days in a row at his place. i believe i truly helped him with his depression and well, he was older, so i believed i was learning a lot from him. and he reminded me of our age difference all the time, sometimes almost blaming me for being so young.

of course, the "relationship" took place only inside of his appartment. we couldn't be seen together. we used to travel together and take tons of pictures, but were never allowed to post a single of one of them, no one could even suspect we were in the same place.

that's how he showed me colors i can't see with anyone else. we had a deep and strong relationship inside the walls of his appartment. we lived through all kinds of stuff there. happiness, sadness, life, death, love, hate, joy, boredom. we went through stuff i'll never go through again.

and you wanna scream don't call me "kid" don't call me "baby" look at this godforsaken mess that you made me you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

we created a relationship so unique, i'll never have one like that again. and that's probably good, since it wasn't a healthy relationship from the start. but i loved him so deeply and strongly that i could actually imagine myself marrying him and having a life alongside of him. in my heart, the most beautiful love songs were dedicated to him. i take music very seriously, i don't go dedicating my favourite songs to anyone. but with him, i shared my most intimate playlists. he got to know parts of me he's probably the only person in the world that does, up until today.

don't call me "kid" don't call me "baby" look at this idiotic fool that you made me you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else and you know damn well for you, I would ruin myself a million little times

and i did ruin myself. at some point in work, he was going to become my boss, so that would have to be the definite end of our relationship, it would complicate things even more. he didn't have the guts to speak up and tell his boss that he didn't feel comfortable being my boss, he didn't let me tell his boss that either, and he didn't had the guts to quit his job and find another one. so it was up to me.

i found another job so that we could finally be together out in the open, but even that wasn't enough. that relationship would forever be that illicit affair that started not so beautifully, but endend even worse.

what started in beautiful rooms ends with meetings in parking lots

we stayed together for almost one year after i quit my job, and the story about how it all ended is for another time.

fun fact: i didn't know illicit affairs by taylor swift back then. if i did, maybe things would have ended earlier.

[midnightscxre]

She hadn't even had time to collect herself, sort her thoughts, and dig up a solution to this madness that seemed to reach to the very core of the earth, elusive and beyond her capabilities, when the source of her anxiety jumped merrily onto the well-maintained, dark leather seats of the car. The cramped space trapped the scent of his body -- pleasant, enticing, causing the redhead to feel like a snake that a flute's ' magical ' melody beckons outside a basket, drawn to it, calmed by it. Wrinkling the nose in an irritated grimace as the dark brows furrowed, Clare watched the victorious grin that was plastered on Vince's face, a face shaped by her dreams like a possessed sculptor -- every night, forever present, provoking the very last patience. To her surprise, from the well-known lips came no further prodding, but a calm compliment about the car. Ruby haired woman shook her head, trying like hell to push away the nervousness that rose from her heels, over her inked legs, to the spine.

The engine of her beloved metal pet gently purred under her guidance, as the tires squealed fiercely on the burning concrete, infusing the adrenaline that fed her, boosting the cracked confidence. Tender palms were clutching the soft skin of the steering wheel when his voice rang out again. She couldn't wrap her head around the curiosity he presented. What did he want to achieve? Why a personal question? She had come to terms with the fact that their ' relationship ' had come to an end when they fiercely, passionately crumpled the sheets in that hotel room after the afterparty and celebration of his big final victory she witnessed . The longing should have been fueled by those raw passions, it always was -- without exception. Oil and gasoline on the wild fire that further devoured the loneliness of her heart, was an unexpected turn from the usual, what she knew and felt 'comfortable' at that bottom of solitude.

Then the silver tongue clicked again, sharing a piece of information that was not on the surface of the closet but gifting the forbidden curiosity a sneak peek of what is hidden inside. The history, the personal river of his life where strangers can't travel with their boats of wondering. Cracking the window open, allowing the refreshing night summer breeze to fill the space, pine-green eyes found him, spying from the corner under the cover of long, coal-black eyelashes. The sunglasses. A fashion accessory for those who are blind to the true reality, what they serve the most, they cover, hide, silence the truth that language falsely represents, subject to self-control. She didn't have to dive into the sea of ​​blue shades of his irises to know, to hear the unsaid, to solve the riddle of the last sentence -- something heavy and torturous was hiding under this confession in the veil of small talk.

" No cello in that bag, so not classical music for sure. " controlled tone began. Nearly cracking a smile realizing refined types of melodies also seduce the ear drums on occasion. " Something rebellious, almost cyclonic, personifying. . . but also fulfilling, carrying raw truth without, liberating. Things only rock and roll can give birth to. " She didn't care for the poetic way of describing, she always liked to play with words. Love for literature would be evident in her sentences on topics that she understood as valuable and deep. A couple of furious curses accompanied them as she turned sharply into an alley on the left, nearly running over a couple of local drunks who were staggering along the sidewalk. Her foot caressed the gas pedal, kept the driving pace and encouraged her soul to continue in the same way.

" Can't say it does not make sense. Your strikes exude talent. . . be on someone's skull or batter head of the drum. " Honesty escaped the throat, and strangely regret didn't instantly take a bite at it. After all, acting as if it was not obvious how admiration seeps through every pore on her being when she observes him in action would be absurd. It was of one those sparse moments where no mask was worn to disguise the ' unmilled ' truth. " Didn't know you had a brother. . . " Of coarse she didn't, where would she obtain such infromation, considering she didn't pry in the first place -- mostly to save herself from forming a full picture of him, a picture that even the pieces enchanted her like a totem made by crafty witches. But the curiousness grew, along with the unexplainable need, necessity , to cure whatever soreness the revelation caused and he was hiding. " Did he teach you how to fight as well? If so, how come he isn't on the events? Bet he would be proud. " What the hell?! Second compliment in a row ?! Spoon of saliva shoved down the throat, as the redhead swallowed thickly. God damn you Jace, god damn you to the ninth circle of Dante's inferno.

Something snapped inside the brain, reminding her of some important details she had to voice before they reach their destination, which was two green lights away, and a small turn to the right under what seemed as an centuries old bridge. " Jace can't know about the Castello's events, the part where I, well, work for him. " No concern of what he might do, adding that if she was only watching the fights would not be much of a shocker for the grey eyed man with a patch of his back presenting a devil strangling an angel to death. A ' logo ' of their motor club, a message . . . deadly warning. Although, the direct involvement would make him talk her ear off with his ' concerns ', and Clare allowed no one to dictate what she should or should not do. " I have zero tolerance for his bitching about the background of such people, the horror stories what connections with them can do. . . " Hypocritical in one way, considering he was the king of his own motor mafia. . . but Clare was not feeling the pressure of a threat under the man's thumb, she was blessed with something no one had -- no potential collapse of their relationship that would result in her having her life stolen by his bullet in order to protect his secrets. Not because she would willingly meet the gallows before ratting on him, but because what he said was true -- they were family, only one they knew.

" Nor I want him to know about. . . " ivory cheeks gave some traces of peach color, while she bit the full strawberry colored lip to keep the focus unharmed and prevent the treacherous colors and a little embarrassed behind the wall of seriouness to come out. ". . . about what we. . . " having her sentences chopped up into unfinished word sequences was an enigma she discovered only in Vince's presence. Collecting the ferociousness that was her bone merrow, she finally finished with dedication. " That we slept together. " Foot slammed on the brake with the intensity of a Viking throwing axes, eliciting a few shrieks of surprise as she parked in the last available spot in front of a club where women with unsightly florescent-color skirts and caked makeup stood up until that point . Scarlet locks fell over her bare shoulders as she faced him, staring into his soul no matter how much his glasses tried to create a barrier. " I don't care what kind of jolly vibe you two think you developed over my back, it will not go no further with such details. " Damn, why was it so hard to stare him down? Viciousness towards others never seemed to cause turbulence in her composure before.

Family. A sense of relief washed over him both mentally and physically, nerves held no more tension; it were something he wouldn’t have been able to hide, even if he wanted to. Knowing his jealousy was picked up on from the other male made him want to internally kick himself, was it really that obvious? The smirk just screamed ‘gotcha’. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, absentmindedly biting down on the inside of his cheek while muttering. “I see.” His eyes averted elsewhere til they landed on some form of art on the wall, no longer wanting to be read like an open book; they then darted from her to Jace, taking note of the unresolved tension between them after revealing the relation of the two, yet decided to not acknowledge it. For the best.

An ice breaker was definitely needed for the men, and it’d been timed just right. Vince couldn’t resist laughing along with, the cigarette nearly falling from his lips as he did so. At least they held one similarity, aside from a nicotine addiction. The ability to be unfazed, for the most part, by the woman staring daggers before them. Perhaps he held a bit more judgment than intended, this guy didn’t seem half bad. That he knew of.

“You never denied it.” He further teased in a sing-song tone, though his attention was brought to Jace. Oh, for certain, he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. If only he really knew. Plus, it’d been an opportunity for him to weasel his way in without Clare denying him entry. “Sounds like a plan.” Only a fool would turn down a ben franklin and a free round of booze. His irises widened at the sudden sharp nudge of his shoulder, causing him to nearly stumble at the impact, lips fighting the urge to curl into a snarl, but they only twitched slightly. Expression remaining stoic. That was one form of payback to get under his skin. Yet, at the mention of Jace insisting he ride along with Clare, he nearly perked up like a dog ready to go for a joyride. Forgetting that even occurred. And once again, Vince let out a laugh at Jace’s response to her reluctance and his playful nature, eventually it faltered as the keys were thrown to Jace, disappointment evident on his features and deep down, fear. Not wanting to be alone just yet with the other man, the jesting he’d witnessed could’ve just been an act, and with how Vince is usually on high alert, for a reason, it just further fueled his anxiousness.

Mind turning with all forms of thoughts, something caught his attention in an instant. Jace’s mention of having to do something prior to his arrival at the bar. Even though he wasn’t necessarily affiliated with the depths of the criminal underworld, he’d been around enough said individuals to pick up on the undertones within their words and mannerisms. Another quirk that’d been on the list, mainly from spending his time around Julian when the chance was given, since Paul was more guarded about who tuned in to his business or even permitted to be in the same building. Good. At least he didn't have to fret any longer, and he had a chance to be alone with Clare again, even if it were a short moment. Once the conversation reached an end, he went to retrieve his jacket that draped from the arm of the couch and put it on, giving Jace a two fingered salute before swiftly exiting the apartment. “See ya’ there.”

Practically running down the hall and down the stairs, he almost bumped into an older man who gave him the dirtiest look one could imagine, followed by a grumbled ‘kids these days’. He tossed his cigarette aside, snuffing it out in the process on the tiled floor, rushing out towards the entrance of the building. Scanning the lot until he found her, it didn’t take long since the vehicle stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only was he going to ride with the woman he was fond of, but a nice-looking ride on top of that. Mentally thanking whatever was out there in the universe for having some form of luck be on his side, since often times it seemed like the opposite.

Once he got in and closed the door, hues scanned the side of her face while a light smile crept across his lips. Almost wanting to pester her once again, just to boast that he'd won, instead deciding to behave. For now. "Nice ride." He then nestled into the seat, propping an arm on the doorframe while reaching into his coat pocket to grab hold of his sunglasses and put them on. Not giving damn that it had reached the point where he no longer needed them. It was almost his signature, but at the same time he didn't want his emotions to be read during the ride there. Unfortunately, the eyes hold a strong signal of emotional state, and as the saying goes: a gateway to the soul. Indecisive on whether or not he should make small talk, he insisted on doing so anyway.

"What kind of music do you play? Just so I know what I'm expecting." He tried to cover it up as a simple question without meaning anything behind it, but he'd been truly interested, wanting to slowly find out more about her without coming off as if he was stepping on her toes. "I used to play drums because my brother did when I was a kid. He's a huge fan of 90's grunge and 80's metal. I like it too, but I also enjoy some other stuff." Revealing his brother in the convo happened to slip by accident, but it was something he did when feeling comfortable in the presence of another. "I'm probably rusty now, haven't had time to enjoy it anymore because of other stuff goin' on." Tone held a hint of melancholy behind it, and he shrugged it off as if it didn't bother him any. "It is what it is." He glanced out the window, leaving the conversation at that while watching the scenic view of the city he'd grown used to pass by.

[jackpotgirl]

Chenford ❤️ + this isn't one of your pranks

Tim said it and hurt/comfort or angst! 🥰

This is inspired by the press release for episode 5. It ended up more a sick-fic. So Physical!hurt/comfort. I hope that's okay with you, nonnie :)

***

His whole body ached. That's the thing they don't tell you about gunshot wounds. If the projectile hits the right, or better the wrong spot, the pain radiates through your bones like a laser, obliterating everything in its path and setting it aflame.

It was that damn old injury again, that one graze shot he had caught when he was barely out of police training that he always claimed hadn't been more than a bee sting when it happened. Most days that was even true, but sometimes he'd sit wrong or bump into something or fall or get punched just in the right, or better the wrong spot, and it would throw him headfirst into a world of pain.

His head spun, the impact of the fall he had taken pursuing a suspect on foot had subsided but the pain was crushing and he hated to admit it, but he didn't think he'd be able to get up on his own.

The humiliation only got worse when Thorsen caught up with him, tried to help him get back on his feet and couldn't carry him two steps before Tim winced and froze on the spot like a laming horse . He hadn't had an episode like this in forever. Thorsen was gracious enough not to comment on how long it took to get Tim back into the shop but he also wouldn't take no for an answer calling Tim an ambulance. This was ridiculous and if Tim wasn't half mad with agony, he would have put up more of a fight.

But as it was, he ended up in hospital for a check up and returned home with Angela, the order for strict bedrest and a small bottle full of opiods. She helped him walk half-upright, half-crouching to his couch, deposited him there and asked him if he'd be alright.

He groaned, flinching at a new wave of pain but nodded. Still, when Angela wanted to hand him his painkillers, he swatted them away, shaking his head. He wouldn't mess with that stuff. He knew the toll it could take, knew the slippery slope and what opiod addiction made out of people. He had seen enough folks waste away on Skid Row to want to stay far far away from that shit.

"I'll make do with Ibuprofen, thank you," he said and Angela frowned at him.

"I'll have Lucy come by, check on you later," she said eventually, relenting.

"Please don't," he winced and thought he might actually die if Lucy saw him like this.

"I don't think I could keep her away if I tried," Angela said and tilted her head. "You know she's probably already sharpening her knifes to prepare the 'Get-Well-Soon'-Charcuterie-board."

"Well, I can't get off this couch to let her in anyway," he huffed.

"Oh Tim, Tim, Tim," Angela sing-songed, smirking devilishly. "You know that I'll happily hand over your house keys."

"Angela!" He warned but she just left, laughing.

And sure enough, as the sun began to set and Tim deliberated peeing his pants over getting up and fighting for his life on the way to the bathroom, his front door opened and Lucy let herself in. She was carrying a comically large baskett full of goodies and he was pretty sure he actually did spot a Charcuterie board among the assorted gifts.

“Hey,” she said and smiled brightly and it hurt, not just because everything hurt.

She hadn’t looked at him like that in weeks.

“Heard you might be in need of a nurse,” she quipped and set down the basket. “I brought you a little something-something to lift your spirits.”

Tim fought a new wave of nausea, tried to hide it, but Lucy, ever perceptive, picked up on it immediately.

“Can I help you?” She asked, making her way over to the couch and hovering by the end of it.

Tim wanted to die - but he did actually need help and although he cringed at himself and couldn’t actually open his eyes as he said it, he had to: “Matter-of-fact, I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh,” Lucy said. An excrutiating pause. Tim clamped his eyes shut. “Of course,” said Lucy. 

Next thing he knew, Tim had to open his eyes to see where he was going because Lucy was practically manhandling him, surprisingly strong for such a slender person. She lifted him off the couch and had him on his feet in record time and he bit his cheek trying to keep from moaning pain. And managed, at least until they’d almost reached the bathroom.

The coconut-scent of her hair right under his nostrils was almost enough to distract him from his woes but only almost. 

“Ahh,” he hissed, when he put his weight onto his right foot wrong and felt her arm tighten around his side, shooting a different kind of jolt of electricity through his body that settled in the pit of his stomach and mixed in weirdly with his general discomfort. 

“You okay?”

“Hm-hm, yeah,” he bit out and grabbed the doorframe of the bathroom. “I got it from here, be right out.”

Tim closed the door and pushed himself along the wall to sit down on the toilet after having shoved his pants and underwear down his legs with some effort. He was bewildered by the fact that he managed to get half-hard just then, just through a few moments of proximity, despite everything hurting. He had to wait a second to settle down before he could pee but once he did, he allowed himself to savour the brief relief. It was going to be so embarressing when he got out of there again.

“Um, so, I called Ashley,” Lucy said from behind the door as soon as he’d flushed.

And apparently it could get pretty embarrassing in there just as easily. Fuck.

“I wanted to know if I could bring anything in particular you needed and I assumed she’d be here,” Lucy continued and then seemed to fizzle out because Tim already knew what Ashley would have told her. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, trying hard to form a coherent sentence as he quickly washed his hands. “We kind of broke up. A while ago.”

He pulled himself together and further toward the door by the handle and pushed it down to open it to find Lucy waiting on the other side, looking up at him quizzically. 

“So,” she started. “Since I got tomorrow off, I thought I could keep you company and see that you git everything you need.”

“Won’t Chris mind you being gone?” Tim heard himself ask before he could stop his stupid mouth from speaking.

“I don’t think he cares at this point,” she replied after a moment, her eyes downcast.

Oh. Oh, this was dangerous. 

Tim knew immediately. He didn’t really have to ask. He did it anyway.

“Did you guys...?”

“Hm. Yeah,” Lucy nodded at her shoelaces. “A while ago.” 

She fell silent and Tim thought of a million things to say but she cut him off -physically, too, becasue she reached around his waist again and dragged him on.

“Let’s get you horizontal again,” she declared and dragged him on - not back to the sofa but in the direction of his bedroom. 

Oh yeah, this was going to be very dangerous. Nothing would happen of course, because Tim could barely move and he was in a lot of pain. But now that they’d both said it... that they were both single, all of the unspoken things that had built up between them since Las Vegas and after, crashed back into their midst like a third presence.

Lucy gently but assuredly helped him get down onto the bed and onto his bed and then she stood there for a second, a little lost as to how to proceed. He couldn’t help her. At once, he felt like a thirteen year old boy on his first date. 

She was in his bedroom. Lucy was in his bedroom and his dick was beginning to stand to attention again, ever resilient. He shifted uneasily and she cleared her throat.

“I’m gonna get you a glas of water,” she said and then dissappeared down the hall.

Tim let his head fall into his pillow and stared at his ceiling. Everything ached still, but now in more ways than one. He wished his brain wasn’t as foggy from everything, wished he could have an actual conversation. Because a world of complications but also promise and opportunity had just opened up for him, yet he felt like he didn’t have the capacity to deal with it right now. 

Lucy returned quietly and set down a glass of water beside him on the bedside table.

“I’ll let you get some rest, I’ll be in the living room, catch up on some Drag Race,” she said and turned on her heel.

“Lucy,” Tim sighed before he could think better of it. “Stay. Just lie with me for a while, yeah?”

Lucy didn’t say anything. But she did round the bed and laid down next to him and together, they both stared up at his non-descript white plastered ceiling.

Finally, after an age (or two to three minutes), Lucy spoke.

“I broke up with Chris,” she said quietly. “Because I have feelings for you.” Tim held his breath, couldn’t help it, really. “And I know that it’s complicated and that I was your rookie and you outrank me and that might look weird. And eventhough I’m no longer your go-fer, you’re still my superior and we might as well ride together again some day... I don’t want things to be weird or difficult for you but I know, I know there’s something between us and if I’ve learned one thing during this whole Rosalind-mess, it’s that life is short and I think we owe it to ourself to at least be honest with each other. If it can’t happen, fine. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t think about you... every second of everyday since Las Vegas. Since before, really, if we do decide to be honest for once...”

Lucy stopped and fell silent. And for once, Tim’s various aches faded into the background of his mind. Everything she just said took him completely out of his body. One, because he had been waiting for weeks on end to hear her say it and two, because he heard her say it before.

“This isn’t one of your pranks, is it?” He asked and a part of him was legitimately scared that she would start giggling and turn it all around on him yet.

But instead she rolled onto her side and he did the same, eventhough he was shaking with a bout of fresh agony he did his damndest to push down.

“I’m completely, desperately serious,” she confessed, her eyes swimming in a way that made him cup her cheek on instinct. “I’m pahetically in love with you, Tim.”

He shook his head, despite the searing pain the movement caused. “Not pathetic. Not at all.”

“No?” She looked so fragile but at once blazing, like a battle angel, unbreakable yet soft and so, so beautiful.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he admitted, barely louder than a whisper. “But I think my body can’t handle anything more tonight. I think I might actually die.”

Lucy chuckled and he could tell it surprised her herself. “Well then we should get you back to health as fast as possible.”

Fuck, he loved her. He loved her so goddamn much. With his whole guarded, fenced-off heart. She was everything.

“Or you know, we try it anyway,” he murmured. “No way I’d rather go out.”

And with the last of his strength, he pushed forward and kissed her, and when she kissed him back, he swore he couldn’t feel anything but the pressure of her lips, the taste of her tongue, and her feelings sneaking around his body.

It was true, if he died like that, on the spot, it would have been worth it.