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braxlrose · 9 months

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Heyy i LOVE your writing your my of my favs writers

was wondering if u could do like hc of tom with a reader like childhood bffs to dating only if you can ❤

a/n: i love this trope so much so im so glad someone requested! imo it's one of the best and cutest tropes to ever exist. it's actually the one I'm using for my DR 💀 this is also kind of like a pt 2 for this post except with Tom instead of bill and there's not much mentioned of georg and gustav

childhood friends to lovers w/ tom

tom x fem!reader

• you met tom and bill when your mom moved you to Loitsche when you were 5 years old, right next to tom and bills house. their mother met yours when their mother went over to introduce herself to you guys. that's when she mentioned that she had a daughter the same age as her sons.

• that night, your mom brought you over there for dinner and you played with Tom and Bill. you guys had tons of fun and ended up becoming great friends that night.

• after that, you guys hung out every day and hung out at school. you were their new bestfriend and as I mentioned in this post, you helped them switch back and forth and confuse the teachers.

• the teachers were already used to their antics but with you, it just got worse and more complex. your mom scolded you a ton and ever had a fight with Tom and Bills mom because you kept getting into trouble but there was nothing they could do to stop you guys from hanging out.

• it was really hard to tell them apart when they were younger so you got relieved as they got older and started to have their own style

• you guys went bike riding all the time together and would ride for hours doing random shit

• you, bill, and tom would always go to the pet store to see all the cute little animals

• you would pick flowers for bill and make him a flower crown and even know tom refuses to admit it, he wishes you made him one too.

• both bill and tom were very over protective of you, but tom mostly. if he ever found out that anybody hurt you in anyway, he'd be pissed.

• you went trick or treating with bill and tom every year. (even though it wasn't too popular yet in the 90s in Germany)

• sharing and switching candy with them was a must

• you and tom were a bit closer than you and bill but you were still friends with both of them. it's not like you had a choice anyways.

• you always slept in toms bed whenever slept over (which was pretty much almost every night) and you two were always cuddling.

• bill and tom had bunk beds, so whenever you slept over you guys would put blankets around the edge of the top bunk and then tell scary stories

• you guys would sneak onto the ice cream truck and steal as much as you could. you'd always end up puking after because of how much you ate.

• you and tom would sit next to eachother every time in class and whine whenever you two had to move or got told to move because you guys were talking

• tom has a massive sweet tooth and you guys would steal stuff from the corner store

• you, bill and tom would hang out at the pool tons.

• you and tom would practice playing guitar allllll the time

• you were apart of the original "band" and played for weddings and other gigs with them

• you helped their mom bake a cake for their birthday every year and you always had so much fun with her. she even taught you how to write their names on a cake

• you went cd shopping with Tom for new cds and other old cds he didn't have.

• when tom had his first kiss (WITH A 16 YR OLD GIRL AT 9 YEARS OLD 😨😨😨) you didn't really know what to feel. you weren't even sure what you were feeling but you didn't like that he was kissing another girl

• you never said anything though, what could you even say?

• you and tom started out as just friends, no feelings at all not until you guys were pre-teens.

• as you guys grew older, tom and bill started getting girlfriends. you never dated anybody though; mostly because of your insanely massive crush on Tom.

• you basically just pined for him while he dated other girls. but you did feel nice sometimes. you got to see the side of him other girls didn't. you got to see how sweet and fun and nice he was with you. he was always different with you and if any girl had a problem with that, he'd drop them immediately.

• you got to sleep in his bed and cuddle with him and stay up late and hang out with him 24/7. they didn't get to do that, you did. and that gave you a sense of security.

• when the band started to actually become a band and you guys started getting more gigs, you and tom would always play next to eachother and even created your own style of playing with eachother

• you helped tom pick out his red guitar

• you and tom also have matching stickers on your guitars

• whenever girls flirted with Tom, you'd always get jealous and sometimes even try and steer tom away from them. like if they started flirting, you'd come up to tom and say "we need to get to band practice" or "Bill needs you for something" etc. etc.

• after a while, you'd come to the conclusion you just weren't his type and he'd never have feelings for you like you did for him.

• when tom first told you guys he lost his virginity, your heart dropped. tom, your tom, lost his virginity. you wanted to cry but you couldn't, they wouldn't get it, they wouldn't understand. so you just laughed along with the guys and make jokes.

• when durch den monsun came out, more and more girls were all over tom. but at this point, you'd gotten used to it. when you realized how many girls he was sleeping with, you just shoved all your feelings down and locked them away. feelings would ruin your friendship, right?

• your hotel room was right next to toms so you could hear basically everything they were doing. it was absolute torture. why couldn't tom see your feelings, why didn't he feel the same way?

• tom treated you like a little sister. it was awful. you wanted to cry everytime he called you dude or bro. he would never call you baby, or babe, or sexy. like he does other girls. he'd never see you like that.

• when you guys are at clubs, you try your best not to watch him flirt with other girls. it's easier that way. but along with that, you just end up getting drunk.

• tom would come running into your room at like 11 pm at night asking you for a condom. this became routine, and over time your heart shattered a little bit less only because you'd gotten used to this. used to him liking other girls.

• one night, while you guys were out at a club. you got sloppy. when you were drinking you ended up stumbling over to tom and dragging him to another room. and that's where you confessed to him down you were feeling.

• you ended up bawling your eyes out and saying how stupid it was because you know he'd never feel the same and that he doesn't want a serious relationship but you couldn't "help how you feel".

• tom took you back home that night and cuddled you and rubbed your back until you fell asleep. little did you know he felt the exact same way about you...

edit: I'm super tired and wanna go to bed, but let me know if you want dating headcanons for this bc I will do it, I'm just so tired.

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ghostlychief · 4 months

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Omg, I love all your work! Im gushing over it, how about one with the Master Chief where the reader is just loving kissing his scars and making him feel loved and the reader is a scientist stationed on the infinity

another master chief request, LETS GOOOO

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The Infinity was in orbit around Reach, and you finally had some time off to rest and relax, after being deployed up in space for a few months. You were starting to miss natural gravity.

You were a scientist stationed on Infinity, so that meant that majority of your time was spent up in space. You’ve wanted to be a scientist for as long as you can remember, always dreaming of studying the stars, and maybe even one day, being able to physically explore them, traveling through the galaxy. And here you were, some twenty odd years later from when you obsession with the cosmos first came to fruition.

You were also eager to get back down to Reach because you know John was back from his last mission, and you were anxious to get back, excited to see your boyfriend. This time, he was gone for only three weeks, which was actually not a long time at all. Sometimes his work would take him away form you for much longer, but you thanked the heavens that he was already back on Reach, safe and sound.

Earlier, you were frantically cleaning your apartment since he was coming over tonight. You were already kind of a clean freak, so when you were expecting company (even though he’s your boyfriend of many years) you went into ultra-cleaning mode, and cleaned for hours on end, making sure everything was spotless, and smelled good. It also helped you clear your mind.

Eight o’clock finally rolled around, and you were expecting John to be here any time now.

You hear a knock on your door, and you sprint up from the couch and basically rip the door open, a wide grin on your face as you take in your boyfriend, who’s standing in your door frame. He’s opted for comfy clothes, wearing his all-black workout clothes. You’ve always commented on how the black brings out the green in his eyes.

He brings you in for a warm hug, his large arms wrapping around your frame and pulling you in close to him. You feel his chin rest on top of your head, and you both gently rock back and forth as you soak up each other’s warmth. He smells just as you remember, like a gentle rainfall with a hint of cedar. It’s your favorite scent. You finally break away from him, formally greeting him this time, and then you both enter your home.

Fast forward a couple hours, finds yourself laying in bed, with John, and you guys are talking about everything under the sun. He told you about his last mission and surprisingly, some drama that’s been going on with the Blue team, among other mundane updates since he last saw you. You do the same, talking about your latest project, which is tracking a certain galaxy through the Universe.

You have your fairy lights turned on, making your room glow softly, and you’re both wrapped under the covers and in each other’s arms. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the universe right now.

Your head rests on John’s bicep, while your leg is thrown over his hip. His arm that is not acting as a pillow for you, is wrapped around your middle, his hand resting on your back, rubbing soft circles there.

“…and where did you get this one from?” Your hand is currently resting on his face, gently cupping it, as your thumb traces of a scar that marks his left cheek. He’s already told you how he got each of his scars, but you always love hearing him tell the stories, so you find yourself asking him to tell you again.

His hand that was resting on your back, moves so now it’s holding your waist, and he gives you a light pinch, teasing you. You squirm and giggle, but you just look up expectantly at John, waiting to hear the story for the hundredth time.

“Well, as you very well know, I got this on the first Halo I visited.”

You perk up, “Ooo, installation 04, right?” John lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, that one.”

“Aka, the one you destroyed.” You grant him a sly grin. This time he more so huffs, rather than laughs, “Yes, that one.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, continue good sir.” You didn’t see him roll his eyes, but you know he did mentally.

“It was probably day 6 since I touched down on Halo, after the whole Flood incident, so I was pretty worse for wear. We happened to run into a Covenant fleet, which had more than the average amount of Elites. Two in which had the invisibility cloaking mechanism, and their infamous energy swords.”

You nod, encouragingly for him to continue, your thumb still gently moving back and forth on his face. You also lean up to give him a quick kiss on his jaw, and you feel his grip on your waist tighten at the action.

“I managed to take one of the cloaked elites out, while the marines focused on the rest of the fleet. The second elite though was a slippery bastard, and he almost managed to slice my head clean off my neck, but luckily, the sword only grazed my face, giving me this lovely blemish.”

“Well, I love it.” You lean in to kiss his cheek, where the discoloration remains form the blade of the energy sword. You rest your forehead on his for a moment, then kiss his nose.

“I also love this one.” You move to right above his left eye, where a long-jagged mark remains, and leave a kiss. You move to his right temple and plant your lips there, “And this one…”

“Now I think you’re just trying to flatter me.” You let out a breathy laugh, “Never.”

He has a couple of very small scars littering his other cheek, so you pepper kisses all over there, “…and these ones.”

You then hover your lips over his, lightly brushing them as you say, “But most importantly, I love you.”

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cherryo · 3 months

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rise leonardo x fem reader friends to lovers but theyre literally aware of their feelings for each other and have been dancing around it for years, too prideful to call it out first. (could end up in full smut or just foreplay your choice)

scenario is them just doing their regular totally platonic cuddling during a sleepover in his room where leo is spooning the reader. they've both already fallen asleep but then reader wakes up late at night and realizes she habitually has one of Leo's legs straddled between her thighs again (iykwim). she always moves it out of the way to save them both the embarrassment only this time leo wakes up after her and pretty much locks her thighs on his leg, not letting her move. maybe starts grinding his leg and whispering playful taunts on her ear and daring her to admit what they both know already, it takes awhile but reader does in the end anyway. since its his bedroom, would be fun to have some "hold the moan" element to it with a side of overstimulation

hi! i kinda did my own spin to this but i appreciate your request! i also am very rusty at full fics and not just hc or drabbles! it ended slightly awkwardly so sorry about that!

friends to lovers!

Pairing: Rise!Leo X Fem!reader genre: smut, friends to lovers, fluff Pronouns: she/her with fem genitalia mentioned word count: 1K Warnings: smut, cussing, use of :cunt:, creampie!

It was just another sunny day in the city, but you were nowhere near the surface, rather wanting to spend your time buried in Leonardo's comfy bed.

After eating his snacks and drinking all his drinks whats better than snuggling down?

Leo was less than pleased that you come down here just to eat and use his stuff, but how could he stay angry at you when you always looked so peaceful.

Leo was bored thats for sure and no amount of dramatic sighs were going to make you budge from your spot, you heard every ‘umph’ and “ugrh” he made, you just didnt care.

You felt poking into your ribcage, it was so rough that you ended up turning over and making eye-contact with the turtle responsible. He was grinning ear to ear, obviously proud of himself for finally getting your stubborn ass to turn.

“Hi, what do you want? Im trying to sleep?” you asked in the most polite voice you could muster after you got a broken rib from his rough poking.

“Im bored,” draggin out the ‘-ed’ in the word, making it sound more like a weird noise and not an actual word. He seemed bored, but you couldnt help that. He knows that every day you come down here after work to relax and rest, even though you had your own apartment, it just wasnt the same as sleeping alone than with your best friend next to you. If only you could get him to sleep.

“‘Nardo, my bestest friend in the whole world, i was almost asleep can you not entertain yourself for like? An hour?”

You were not amused in the slightest, still looking him face on you noticed he had the biggest smirk. Oh no. he was planning something.

You began to roll away out of the danger zone but he was too quick and pounced on you, making you squeal and be squished. His laugh was loud and contagious, it was such a happy thing to hear. Right now on the other hand it was dangerous and meant there was more to come, which made its appearance very quickly.

Feeling his fingers on your sides was not a good sign, you were not immune to tickling in the slightest. His fingers were moving at pace so rapid that it felt like you couldnt breathe and were about to pee your pants. Giggling out your no’s and plea’s felt useless, he was not stopping till he was satisfied.

Finally after what felt like hours Leo stopped his attack, you could breathe again. You opened your eyes to see your attacker was already staring at you with a look you couldnt understand.

The two of you were staring deeply at each other, not saying a weird but knew what was being said. Suddenly his lips were on yours in a frenzy, passionate kiss. You didnt think twice before reciprocating, youd wanted this for so long but didnt think he wanted you.

His hands were gropping and grabbing anything within reach, from your thighs to your face again pulling you in close. His kiss was getting more and more feral, you were clashing teeth and tongues touching.

“Can i fuck you?”

It surprised you, he pulled back just enough to get his sentence out before he put his lips back on yours, not even giving you time to respond. You had to push him back by his shoulders to get him to part from you.

“Please, please fuck me,” that’s all you had to say before he was ripping your pants off, pausing to admire your body and panties. Chuckling to himself seeing the white panties with the pink bow on the front, not thinking you were into these type of panties.

Glancing up from where he was laying on his stomach near your cunt, he nodded his head down and back up to you. Signaling he wanted to take them off and actually get the ball rolling.

“What do you want, Leo?”

“I want to rip your panties off, sweetheart,” he could see that your panties were already damp, he wanted nothing else but to fuck you.

You nodded your head yes, and before you even finished nodding he ripped your panties. He threw them somewhere behind him before placing your legs on his shoulders, pushing his face into your cunt. He felt like he was in heaven, the smell of you and being this close to you was making him damn near close to cumming.

He licked a stripe from your hole to you clit before grabbing it into his mouth, sucking and biting like his life depended on it. After a couple minutes of him just doing his thing he experimentally stuck a finger in and out of your hole, making you moan.

Making sure you were prepped and wet enough, he slid up your body to kiss you. He started rutting up against you, reaching down to grab his cock before lining it up with your cunt. He slowly pushed it in, he didnt want to hurt you but he wanted to go at a faster pace.

When he was finally fully sheathed he couldnt hold back. His pace was bruising to a point but nothing felt better than his hips hitting yours. His rhythm was starting to become erratic and his hips stuttered to a sudden stop, filling you up completely.

“Im so sorry, i didnt mean to uhm,” he trailed off, he hadnt pulled his hips back but you knew what he meant.

“No it’s fine, i wanted that,” you were embarrassed to even mutter that out, not being used to telling him how you actually felt. He leaned his forehead onto yours, kissing your nose before pulling out and laying down next to you.

#chasewrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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iconocon · 1 year

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off limits | gasly

summary: how much control does one person possibly possess

warnings: pick me mc (im sorry not sorry), slutty pierre, bad friend x1000

type: oneshot | wordcount: 1.6k | angst ⚔︎

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your eyes followed the same sweat bead as it fell from his messy brunette head onto his bottom lip to then splitting off onto his chest into smaller beads like one of those over dramatized workout commercials. whatever air was left in your chest or even in the outdoor garage was most certainly straining to escape as your eyes met the blue ones that held all types of your attention.

pierre gasly

now usually you wouldn't have a moral dilemma at the thought of treating a man as an object but as your mind came up with all kinds of obscene scenarios of just climbing ontop of the beautiful in the middle of the room with no shame in front of everyone who works there you knew the seriousness of the "off-limit clause" that has been put with asterisks on this very one. your best friend iris had been seeing pierre for a little under a month yet far before they even got together you knew of the frenchman due to the fact that you had been an avid watcher of motorsports ever since you were young. in fact, you were the one who showed him to that very friend one night as you were doing a tiktok trend where she had to guess what the different drivers' names were by just their headshots. when the video went semi-viral and was liked by not only the alpha tauri team admin but by the two drivers you simply didn’t know what to do with yourself.

if you thought that the like was enough to kill you the dm of a big red heart was enough to resurrect you back from the grave. in the end, you decided it was more stressful than it was worth to try and think of a message that night to send back to the simple message. which you’ve done nothing but regret since, as the next day your very friend read off a series of dms between her and the driver to you over breakfast. now don’t get it twisted you were more than happy for your friend but you were also disappointed as you always told her about your teeny tiny crush on the same man she was gushing over who she called “nothing special” a couple hours ago on film.

you were hoping that the fascination would end as fast as it started so you both could go back to your respective interests but you found iris engrossed in not only her phone but your sunday night race viewings which is something that she was never into before when she resorted to calling it “boring” and to just tell her when they took their helmets off so “she could at least stare at something”. now, the last thing you were ever expecting however was being forced out of your apartment in a short dress to go to a random LA club to see your celebrity crush in a very unbuttoned button-up shirt and messy hair smiling at you asking how you were in a thick whiskey-smelling accent.

after not even two words were exchanged between the both of you the night changed fast, your friend automatically pulled the man to the dance floor and the last time you saw them and when you did in the large crowd of bodies she was dancing in a way you haven’t seen since a few freshman yr college frat parties when you both needed to let off some steam after exams. the vodka redbulls you were drinking were starting to taste like sparkling water which was a big enough cue for you to leave on your own as the bar stool you were perched on was not as comfy as you once thought getting bumped and hit on by enough sloppy men to count. calling over the bartender with one hand you rustled in your purse to find the 20 dollar bill you knew was shoved somewhere in there but before it could be located a hand found its way to your shoulder making you cringe at the thought of having to turn down another man when all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then lay in your nice warm bed.

“don’t worry about it cherie”

“huh?”

clearly, you heard perfectly well who and what was being said to you but you just wanted to either hear it again or make sure you weren’t hallucinating, which between the loud music it was hard to differentiate between the two. when the pressure of the weight on your shoulder increased and a certain warm sense of goosebumps raise all over your skin you realized he was trying to help you out by talking directly into your ear but once again you were distracted so you only heard the ending.

“-worry i got it”

you could smell the strong scent of your friend's perfume still stuck on his skin yet you couldn’t help the way your thighs tightened at the way his lips grazed the very tip of your ear. it took every fiber of dignity you were even surprised you had left in you to tighten your grip on your own purse and give standing a try which was only made worse when a strong hand wrapped itself around your waist pulling you into his side so you didn’t fall on the sticky club floor. the drunken fog that took over your brain was going into overdrive as one of the acrylic nails on your right hand skimmed the toned board of abs that brought about an evil set of thoughts rushing back leading you to only be able to stare at his very pretty…neck?

“PIERRE!!!”

the sound of your friend's voice finally brought you back to earth as you jumped off her dancing companion's body like his skin was actually fire burning you inch by inch and without even a second glance you pointed to the door signaling your friend you were leaving.

after that night you made sure to stay as far away as possible from the couple- actually you weren’t sure what they even were but you knew that the girl code has one very big rule about this one scenario, finders keepers and that left all thoughts classified unless asked which especially counted the late at night ones when you check his instagram dumps of the races or the stories of him working out smirking on the beach that showed enough skin to make a nun blush.

back to the beginning, you obviously were not that successful in staying away as you sat in his team garage at COTA as he did push-ups in the middle of the two conjoining sides with his fireproofs off and his overalls hanging on his waist. everything this man did was a tease and it all felt like it was in spite of you, almost like he knew something you did not. as if he knew of your the ongoing battle that raged in your head telling you how bad of a friend you were but truly how much strength did one woman possess.

later on in the session, a couple of the other guys came over and introduced themselves to you both and while you did not feel in your element at all your friend was pulling both charles and carlos by their respective arms and forcing them into a conversation about if they thought switching teams so the color would go better with their skin complexion. in the end, you found a safe space in the corner with one of the engineers and eventually esteban came and joined in on a conversation about the difference in this years cars shocking you as you were more than content just being a watcher among the crowd. eventually, you found yourself blending in with the crew and laughing as the alpine driver told you about some misfortunes he found on track that evening.

finally, when the day was over you found yourself sighing at the relief that you could go home, far from the evil thoughts that plagued your hormonal mind. all that was between you and a nap was to pick up your bag from one of the driver's rooms yet you didn’t even get a chance to have that peace of mind as the minute you made it through the threshold you were taken back by the sound of being followed actually to be more exact- to be pushed towards the middle of the room.

“since when did you become friendly”

“wha-“

“i said-“ and with each step he made forward you met him with one backward eventually until the back of your thighs made contact with the desk that sat in the corner of the room. the final step he made landed his body between your own thighs along with two solid arms coming to cage your legs in so there was no escape.

“what are you doing?”

“if french is your thing we can talk french”

the jealousy comment went straight over your head to the point where you weren't even sure if this was reality or not anymore, were you dreaming? it felt like you were trying so very hard to stare at his eyes it was almost as if you could feel his heated stare on your lips specifically the bottom one that was now retreated under your teeth to hopefully change his attention.

“pierre-“

“i’ve been asking about you and i finally get you here and you talk to everyone but me?”

the famous goosebumps that always seem to be present when he was around returned as his right hand lightly ghosted up the skin on your arm to your shoulder and found the space to span his five fingers from collarbone to the clench of your jaw. it was so hard to even think straight let alone play along with this back and forth word game he quite obviously was enjoying. what was he trying to get out and why was it impossible to think of anything other than the way his body felt against yours?

“i know the way you look at me mon ange”

“we can’t”

“we can and we will”

“but what about ir-“

before you could even finish your sentence the grip on your necked tightened and you were tugged into him face first, lips, teeth, and all met each other as even when your body tightened like all muscles on high alert you sunk into the playboy falling for his charm even when you knew you would be the only one to be hurt in this scenario.

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crabs-brencil · 2 months

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ugh the second pacific rim makes me so sad because like. it's this insane amalgamation of what could've been, and im sure other people have said this before but whatever i just rewatched it and im in my feels rn so buckle up ig.

firstly - acghfshg they literally got rid of all of silly little things that made the first pacific rim *pacific rim*, except for the like two occasions when they didn't. like. soundtrack?? where did it go?? there was one (1) scene that had any sort of soundtrack usage the way the first movie did it, and it was a callback scene to the first movie. and the first pacrim was rife with ridiculous action-hero quips (think raleigh's bro saying "let's turn up the heat" in the middle of a fight) which pacrim 2 did try to do but it was so painfully a product of it's time bc dear god does it take itself way too seriously for any of the quips to land. not saying that john boyega didn't have his moments but like. they were the type of moments you'd find in any movie produced in that time.

secondly - charlie day and burn gorman put their whole actussies into that performance -- because goddamnit pacrim 2 was supposed to be an ode to hermann and newt's relationship -- only to get shafted at the last hour. like seriously their arc in pacrim 2 is so fucking heartbreaking, the two of them going from being so in tune with one another as they were at the end of pacrim 1 to drifting so far apart over ten years. and you can tell that they don't really want to believe that they don't really know each other anymore either, because like come *on* the sheer apprehensive hope on hermann's face when he first comes up to newt, and the way his face just *falls* when he asks "you won't help me?", and newt letting himself get dragged away and letting hermann go on even though he's clearly in a rush. and the way the both of them try to ignore how they've both changed over the past decade, because they have changed out of sync, and changed away from each other, and they both remind the other of what it used to be like, but it doesn't feel the same anymore because it isn't the same and just. ugh. that proverb about men and rivers. and like you can tell that what's left of newt is like. punching the prison walls of his brain, because of the sheer regret in his face when he has to hurt hermann, or the way he tries to avoid shit talking hermann when his boss clearly expects it of him. and obviously hermann having to see his friend disappear like that. going from hugging him outside the elevator because it was finally like the good old days again and they were on the same side and they would fight the bad guys and save the world again, to finding out that the person the world needed saving from was newt. and all that just to end the way it did. the both of them are entirely forgotten after hermann checks over the rocket plan and newt gets punched out.

and like obviously they were vying for a third movie because the set up for a newmann flavored reunion was literally right there, but like asfhjdg.

thirdly - mako's death??? that could've really been something, they could've used it to have like an actual lambert/jake moment, where they actually get to reconcile, but it might as well not have happened what with how the movie actually went about it.

bleh. im sure there's more to be said that im just forgetting about but whatever, it's way too late for me to care, and if any of the stuff ive said has been addressed in like interviews or smth, i wouldn't know about it as ive only seen the movies themselves and i don't particularly care to hunt down such footage.

anyways thanks for reading, if you've got this far you're a real one <3

#pacrim #pacrim 2 #pacific rim #pacific rim uprising

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kosije · 11 months

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Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) fluff #( ☆ ) sfw #haikyuu headcanons #hirugami sachirou #hirugami x reader #Sachirou x reader #hirugami sachiro fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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A Peter Parker x reader where the reader and Peter are best friends and one day they are studying together and the reader is wanting to ask peter to cuddle. Then maybe it ends with them cuddling just a short cuteness one x

Cuddles || Peter parker

Summary: The reader and Peter have been best friends for so long and whenever each other is sad they use cuddles as something to help one another through tough times. Now y/n needs Peter during studying as she’s feeling down after a fight with her mother.

A/N: Thank you for the requests, i’m trying to finish everything in my inbox. Some of the requests I never got around to doing, but i’m starting to do them now. Still keep up all the request though! Also I have a wattpad account that you can all check out to see my stories. Wattpad = @JustTomHolland26

(Isn’t proof read, it’s nearly 2am so I apologise if this is bad. I’m going bed now, goodnight)

You and Peter have been best friends for most of your life’s. At the age of five you both had met each other. He was just a young boy who had just lost his parents, and his aunt knew he needed a friend. May was best friends with your mum at the time, you had met her a couple times before. You never knew she had a cute nephew around your age.The five year old was crying in his room, not having spoken to anyone for days not even his aunt. He missed his parents, them being around and now he was left empty and alone.

Well that was until you came along. A little girl with the exact same gap in her tooth as Peter. Your mother had asked you if you wanted to make a new friend, and you agreed straight away. You loved making new friends, you didn’t really have many at that age so you wanted to try make some with any opportunity you got.

May showed you to Peters room, you remember her knocking at the door telling Peter that ‘someone’s here for you’. You remember walking into his bedroom that was filled with star wars posters, legos and other toys. Peter sniffled at the edge of his bed, you closed the door walking closer to him.

“Hi, i’m y/n” You told him with your bright smile.

“Hi i-im peter” He finally looked at you, him smiling a little seeing that you was around his age.

“Hi Peter, w-why you crying?” Five year old asked him.

“My mummy and daddy have gone to heaven” He told you.

“I’m sorry, my daddy is in heaven too. Maybe they would meet” You smile, Peter smiling knowing that you know what it’s like to lose someone. “Do you wanna be friends?”

“Yes, please” Peter smiled as you sat on his bed.

“You know what helps me when i’m sad?” Y/n asked the five year old, hun muttering a ‘what?’

“Cuddles” She smiles pulling Peter into a big long hug, them lying on the bed eventually falling asleep. Both May and y/m/n walked in an hour later seeing the two cute five year olds asleep.

Present day

You walk up to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. Seconds later the door opens, you walk into the house you are very familiar with. Going straight to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hello to you too y/n!” May calls putting her shoes on in a rush.

“Hey May! Just gonna raid your cupboards, don’t mind me” You told her, grabbing a snack and walking over to her. “Remember May, breathe you look beautiful. Happy is such a lucky man” You tell her, her thanking you and kissing your head.

She shut the door behind her as you made your way to Peters room. Today had been such a long day and all you wanted to do is chill out with your best friend. Lately you have been struggling with life, you had an argument with your mum earlier, it had been coming up to the anniversary of your dads death.It really took a tole on your mother more than you. He died when you was really young, at age of 4 you don’t understand certain things so you didn’t remember a lot about him.

You go to his door, not bothering to knock. Peter was sitting on his bed, books, pages and notes spread all over his bed. He looked up when he saw you, a soft smile planted on his lips. “Hey” He diverts his eyes back on his revision notes.

“Hey, what you doing?” You asked sitting on his bed where there was space.

“Studying for the math test on Monday” He told you, you rolled your eyes. It was Saturday night and he was revising for a test on Monday. You asked him earlier to hang out but he said he had things to do, you didn’t realise revising on a Saturday was his ‘thing to do’.

“Peter, it’s Saturday. You shouldn’t be revising on a Saturday when you could be doing better things, like hanging out with your best friend” You say, placing your glass of water on the side.

Peter chuckled at your comment tapping his pen on the paper, “How about you revise with me, you have this test too, you know?” His eyes locked with yours, uh how you could stare into them all day. “Maybe you will get a good mark and impress Mr Brown” Peter adds on and smirks at you.

“Ooo, maybe I should gotta impress that sexy man.”

“He probably has a wife and kids” Peter laughs.

You shrug your shoulders, “Must have a big dick-“ Peter pushes you a little making you look at him laughing. “Your disgusting, that man is like 50 odd”

“I’m just joking” You tell him honestly, picking up one of his note books to start revising. However you grew bored after an hour, your phone kept vibrating, your mother sending you messages. She has always been like this during this time, for about two weeks she will be an absolute bitch, then she will act like nothing happened.

You swipe through all the messages she sent you. She was apologising then telling you to come home then saying to not ever come back. You love your mum but she can be too much sometimes, and you wish your dad could be there. The notes were long forgotten, you just stare at the screen holding your tears back.

The one time you sniffle, Peters head snaps up. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you both haven’t spoken words to each other in a while, him being too concentrated on his work.

“Erm-yeah, yeah. No, I just got a runny nose.” You lie to him with a fake smile, wiping your nose. “Hey, can we chill and watch a movie?” You ask him.

“Maybe later, in like an hour” He said, focusing back on his work believing your lie but still worried. You sigh, your head falling back on his head board. He had been studying for hours now and all you wanted to do is cuddle, watch a movie and sleep.

“Please” You pleaded, hoping he would catch on that you needed him. “I just want to cuddle” You tell him, he instantly knew something was wrong. Ever since that day when you were both five, anytime one another was sad you would always ask to cuddle. Peter quickly gathered all his things together, you apologetically smiling at him as the tears fall. He put everything one his desk, getting under the covers as soon as you got under them.

Peter opened his arms, you falling into them instantly. “It’s okay, I got you” He cooed you as you cried into his arms. One of his hands rubs your back whilst the other plays with your hair. Peter kisses your head, saying the most kindest things to make you calm down.

“My mum and I had an argument. It’s getting to the anniversary again, for my dad. A-and I can’t take her anymore, I love her so much but I always get treated like shit-like-like it’s my fault or something” You sniffle into his arms, his heart breaking.

“Y/n, Hey, look at me…..please.” You lift your head up to look directly at him. “I promise you it’s not your fault, what happened to your dad is not your fault. I thought that first with my parents and Ben, however I can just about say that it’s not my fault. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I can confidently say your fathers death has nothing to do with you. No one knew he would get into a car crash.” Peter kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face.

“I just feel like no one loves me or cares” You admittedly told him.

“That’s not true. I care, May cares, Mj, Ned and all our friends do. And we all love you…maybe even Mr Brown might.” This made you laugh a little. “Your mum does too. It must be hard on her but that isn’t an excuse for her to treat you like that, but I know deep down inside she does. Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” He was truly upset that he only just found out how you was feeling, that you never came to him before.

You looked at him feeling safe in his arms, “I don’t know. I-I just don’t want to loose you, Pete” You hug him tighter.

“You will never loose me y/n, we are in this together forever. Just next time come to me, you need to tell me these things and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’m always here to cuddle. I love cuddling with you” He told you, laying back down into a more comfortable position, him noticing your tired eyes as you try to fight back your sleep.

“Go sleep, angel” He whispers as your eyes start to shut. “Thank you, Petey” You kiss his cheek before letting sleep take over you.

“Don’t thank me, i’ll always be here for you. I’m in love with you y/n” Peter whispers before falling into a deep sleep himself, still cuddling and holding you close.

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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The Story of Us - is a four-part series that will delve into MC (Gemma) and Suresh's relationship pre-villa.

Part One: The Beginning of The End

Part Two: The Night It All Ended is out now and you can click the link to read it ^^

"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

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Gemma couldn’t breathe. It felt like the time she and her older brother, Luke, were playing soccer and he tackled her hard, knocking the wind right out of her. She sat here now in the living room of her childhood home with the same stunned silence, not remembering how to draw a breath.

“Gemma? Honey, are you ok?” her mother Elle said as she stroked a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“Gem, this is just a temporary separation. Your mother and I have been arguing a lot and we thought some time apart might be good for us,” her father Will said, squeezing her hand that had gone numb from the shock.

Temporary separation. Temporary separation. Temporary separation. She tossed the words around so many times in her mind that they had become a jumbled mess.

Gemma couldn’t comprehend why they would ever need a temporary separation after 30 years of a seemingly happy relationship.

“B-but w-why?” she finally said as tears rolled down her face.

“Darling it’s complicated but your father and I are planning on going to therapy to work through it. We just need a little time apart first.”

“This doesn’t make any sense!” Gemma said exasperated as she got up quickly and headed towards the door.

“Gemma, quit acting like a petulant child and have a conversation with your mother and I,” Will said.

But she slammed the door behind her and raced to her car. Tears burned her face as she drove away.

Temporary separation.

She didn’t understand this. Her parents were always so happy, doting on one another, holding hands and stealing kisses when they thought the kids weren’t looking. Gemma always watched them in admiration, hoping and wishing on every star in the sky that one day she would have a relationship like theirs. And now that was all supposed to just be over?

Temporary separation.

“Luke,” she said crying into her phone. “Did you talk to mom and dad?”

“Yeah G, are you crying?” he said.

“Of course I’m crying! Our parents are basically getting a divorce and you’re calm?!”

“They said it was temporary to sort through their issues. Honestly, it sounded pretty healthy to me,” Luke said.

“What? Are you serious right now?”

“Gemma, they’re both adults. If being single is ultimately what will make them both happy, I'll support them. And you should stop being so selfish and support them too…you’re an adult now Gem -” She didn’t let her brother finish his thought, she hung up the phone in a fury tossing it on the passenger seat.

When she got home, she immediately removed her jeans and top, opting for her stretchy sweatpants and Suresh’s law school sweatshirt. It was still the early afternoon, but she crawled into bed hugging her pillows, letting herself cry. Gemma wanted to be alone in her thoughts and so she didn’t call Suresh to tell him about her parents’ separation, but she could hear him unlocking the door to her apartment and making his way inside.

“Gem?” He said, poking his head in her room and seeing if she was in there. When he saw her, he rushed over and climbed into bed with her. He moved the pillows she was hugging and pulled her onto his chest and held her close.

“R-resh…they’re…they’re…separating,” She said through sobs.

“Shhh, babe it’s ok. Everything is going to be ok,” he said, stroking her hair.

They stayed this way for what seemed like hours, with Suresh gently stroking her hair and her crying into his chest. At first, it was exactly what Gemma wanted, what she needed. Someone to be here for her in her hardest time. But then the heaviness of the day seemed to dawn on her and she couldn’t stop the train of negative thoughts from infiltrating her mind.

If my parents could separate after 30 years, who’s to say Suresh won’t leave me too?

She looked at him and he looked down at her with loving but worried eyes.

What am I going to do if he leaves me?

“How are you feeling, babe?” he asked.

I feel like you’re going to leave me.

“Still processing, but very sad,” she said.

Because one day, you’re going to wake up and realize I’m not what you want anymore.

Suresh kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly.

“Babe, I’m here for you and I love you so much. You know that, right?” he asked.

I love him so much, the thought of losing him literally makes my bones ache.

“I love you too, Resh,” she said as she snuggled closer, burying her face in his neck hoping that if she closed her eyes tight enough and breathed in the scent of his sandalwood cologne, the negative thoughts would just go away. But they didn’t. If anything, they only intensified.

In the morning, Gemma woke up to Suresh lightly kissing her jawline, when he realized she was awake, he gently pressed his lips on hers. He delicately traced her bottom lip with his tongue, waiting for her to let him enter. When she opened her mouth slightly, Suresh intensified the kiss, snaking his hand on her lower back and bringing her closer to him. Gemma lost herself in the kiss, hungrily reaching for Suresh she wrapped her arms around his body. She could already feel how hard he was as he pressed his arousal on her thigh. Normally this would have driven her mad and she would have climbed on top of him, but today she couldn’t concentrate.

It’s only a matter of time before he leaves you. Sex won’t save you.

Gemma pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air.

“Resh wait…I’m not in the mood right now.”

Suresh laughed as he kissed her neck, whispering, “Are you sure?” This time he moved his body a few inches over and pressed his arousal into the center of her sweatpants, right above her slit. He teased her playfully by motioning it in circles and pressing into her.

He never listens to you. He only does what he wants to do. He’ll do that until he leaves.

“Stop Suresh! I said I wasn’t in the mood.” She said as she pushed him off of her and got up from the bed.

“Babe, wait I’m sorry,” Suresh said with a mixture of confusion and hurt in his voice.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, slamming the door shut behind her and quickly locking it.

He doesn’t care, he’s not sorry.

Gemma turned the shower on and tried to drown out her negative thoughts but they were so loud and impossible to ignore.

As she made her way out of the bathroom, she could hear Suresh busying himself in her kitchen, cooking them breakfast like he did most mornings. She always loved sneaking up behind him and curling her arms around his waist, something about that always felt like home to her. Like he was her safe haven. But today she wanted to run far away from him. He was a constant reminder of everything she could lose, and she couldn’t bear to face him. She quickly got dressed and started to rush out of her apartment.

“G…where are you going?” He said from the hallway. “I made breakfast.”

“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

She rushed out before he could see the tears welling up in her eyes and before she even had a chance to say goodbye. She was too fragile right now to deal with both the voices in her head and her parents’ relationship problems. She drove in a haze to her office, and when she arrived she broke down and cried again. This time, not just for the demise of her parents’ relationship but how she treated Suresh that morning as well. She knew he was only trying to make her feel better and that he loved her but she could feel herself creating a protective distance away from him.

Over the next two weeks, Suresh tried everything to make Gemma feel better but nothing he did could possibly change the fact that she was struggling with her parents’ decision to separate.

“Suresh, I can’t talk, I'm about to walk into a meeting,” she said, angling her cell phone on her shoulder while shuffling papers in front of her.

“I’ll be quick…I made a reservation for dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at 8,” he said.

“Resh…”

“8PM Gem. I haven’t seen you all week. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Resh.”

And she did miss him terribly. But the voices in her head that kept shouting her insecurities back at her, were quieter when he wasn’t around. As she drove home that night she mentally prepared herself for the night ahead, but a big part of her just didn’t feel like getting dressed up and going out tonight. She craved the safety and solace of her apartment, her too-old gray sweatpants and a steaming cup of tea. All she wanted to do tonight was curl up on the couch with Suresh, order take-out and finally talk and be together. She knew she had been pushing him away these last few weeks and she wanted to fix that tonight, show him how much she cared for him and loved him. But she didn’t need a fancy dress or a fancy restaurant to do that and she thought he’d understand. So when she got home, instead of changing into the new dress that he had purchased and was waiting for her when she arrived, she showered and changed into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. She ordered his favorite dishes from three different restaurants and she set the table for their feast. It wasn’t their original plan for tonight, but it was still going to be a chance for them to reconnect.

“Gemma, what is this?” Suresh asked, looking at her confused and slightly angry.

She looked up, she had been so distracted she hadn’t heard him come into the apartment.

“Oh, I changed my mind and thought we could stay in tonight.”

Suresh ran his fingers ponderously through his hair, his bicep bulging against his sleeve as he raised his arm.

“Gemma I planned a whole night. I bought you a new dress. Didn’t you get it?” he said with an edge in his voice.

“Yes, Resh but I just wanted to…”

“You wanted to what Gemma? Cancel our plans again? For the fourth time this week. At least the other times you texted me beforehand and didn’t have me show up like a mug,” he snapped at her.

“Resh…”

“No Gemma, I'm not done. You’ve been pulling away from me for weeks since your parents separated and it’s not fair. I’ve tried everything to show you that I love you and that I’m here for you but you keep pushing me away. We aren’t your parents Gemma. Why are you letting their decisions ruin what we have?” he growled.

She snapped out of her initial shock and glared at him.

“You love me? You’re here for me? But you can’t stay in one fucking night with me!? How are you showing me that you care?” She spat as she inched closer to him. “Let me remind you Suresh, my parents were married for 30 years, their vows were for better or for worse and right now I’m at my worst and you act like this. How could I possibly have any faith in what we have, when we’re not even strong enough to withstand this?”

Gemma could see a flicker of sadness cross Suresh’s eyes but then it was gone and replaced by his cold glare.

“WE ARE NOT YOUR PARENTS, GEMMA,” he yelled. “Why can’t you see that?” He didn't give her a chance to respond, he stormed out of her apartment slamming the door behind him, leaving Gemma alone.

What have you done? You pushed away the one good thing in your life.

Standing there in shock, Gemma didn’t try to hold back the tears that scorched her face. She knew she had created an unnecessary wedge between her and Suresh and that it was all her fault. She wasn’t her mom and Suresh wasn’t her dad. Their relationship wasn’t the same, so why did she feel the need to compare the two? She grabbed her phone and tried calling Suresh a few times but he ignored every attempt, so she tried texting him instead.

G: Babe I’m sorry you’re right…come back please

G: i love u resh i didnt want to go out but i still wanted to see you tonight i ordered from all your favorite places

G: Babe please don’t be like this. I’m sorry i have been pushing you away but i promise you that im done. I dont want to lose you

G: I’m going to make it up to you

But her messages weren’t going through. Where they were normally blue with the tiny font saying delivered underneath, they were now green. She hated that green bubble, it meant he shut off his phone for the night. Shut her off for the night. She hated that she didn’t know where she stood with him and she hated even more that she was the reason for that. She had pushed him away for weeks, had canceled their plans at the last minute and she was starting to see what a mistake that had all been.

Suresh loved her and he’d been trying to show her that in different ways recently and she’d been so unappreciative towards him. She needed a plan to rectify everything. A grand gesture. Something that would show him that he meant the world to her. And that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wasn’t going to lose Suresh, he was the greatest love of her life, and even though she hadn’t been acting that way towards him lately she knew what she had to do. Gemma ran to her laptop and started to google jewelry stores in Edinburgh.

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chaeinedup · 1 year

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Domestic WEi

Daehyeon:

You begged and begged for Daehyeon to be done with his work;

And it’s not like he wanted to leave you to boredom, he promised after many weeks apart that today was gonna be just the two of you;

But his computer got in the way;

When inspiration strikes you can’t let it runaway;

You of course understand but you really missed him and spending time with him.

So now there you were sitting on his lap while he types his thoughts away.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep and when he noticed his heart clenched;

He felt so guilty, you only wanted one thing and he failed to give you what you wanted;

His work was finally done but he didnd’t want to wake you up, so he stayed on the couch holding you and caressing your hair making sure to whisper a “I love you” in your ear.

Donghan:

It was his turn to clean the dorm and let’s just say he wasn’t too happy about it;

Usually they clean in twos but they played rock paper scissors and Donghan just so happened to be the only who lost;

But lucky for him you showed up at his door an hour ago, asking if he was busy;

He told you that unfortunately he wouldn’t be available and explained he had to clean the dorms;

You went inside and immeaditely rolled up your sleeves as a sign of help;

Donghan didn’t expect you to join this tedious task but he was very happy he wouldn’t be doing this alone:

At the end of the day it took way less time and it was extremely pleasant for the both of you;

You had your dance breaks, singing duets and your own season of show me the money;

It’s safe to say Donghan wouldn’t mind losing a game again.

Yongha:

Avatar was all people were talking about and you never really cared that much, but your boyfriend certainly did;

He was so sad he couldn’t get tickets for the first screening of the movie, and you were so sad you couldn’t just tell him you got the tickets;

This is the downside of surprises, you have to make him suffer until it’s the right time;

The day finally came and you had asked Yongha to pick you up, you hadn’t specified why and he didn’t ask either which good for you cause you had no excuse prepared;

When he got to your place he called you and you stepped outside;

You got in the car and he asked you if you were okay, you said yes of course but you just wanted to see him;

He of course was extremely happy but when you showed him your phone he couldn’t believe his eyes;

“WAIT??!! YOU GOT TICKETS???!!!” ;

You told him you were sorry for not telling him sooner but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise;

He couldn’t care less if he was sulky for a week straight he was just so happy to have someone like you by his side, so thoughtful and loving;

Let’s just say he was like a kid with candy for the rest of the night.

Yohan:

He finally had some free time in his hands so the only logical thing to do was relax;

But he felt like staying in the same environment as always wouldn’t really give him the sense of free time;

So he called up a hotel and made a reservation for two people, you and him;

After getting off the phone with the receptionist he texted you;

“Tomorrow im picking you up, pack lightly”;

You were more than confused, what do you mean pack?? But you knew that if you made any questions he wouldn’t answer them;

So you packed not sure of the outfit choices but you also didn’t know what you had to pack for;

Tomorrow finally came and he did indeed show up at your door, dressed like an uncle going to hawai;

You were scared you didn’t have your passport with you and you asked him if you’d be needing it and he laughed;

“We’re going on a staycation dont worry”;

When you got there it was like paradise the place was so calm and pretty you couldn’t wait to jump in the pool.

But yohan had different plans, he layed on the bed and dragged you with him,

“Did you just come here to sleep??”;

“No but right now it’s the thing I want the most and I want to cuddle you”;

You were caught off guard with his sincerity but you quickly melted to his side.

Seokhwa:

Another day another parenting shift for Seokhwa;

And apparentely for you too;

You were both currently pet sitting cookie and dalli;

It’s not like you didn’t like it but it’s definetly not what you had in mind when Seokhwa called you to come over;

It was time for cookie’s walk so you briefly said goodbye to dalli telling her you weren’t going to take long;

And off you were for a little trip to the dog park;

Cookie is a little scared of crowed and loud places so you have to pick him up;

So it’s really just the two of you walking;

You didn’t mind it was kind of peaceful just stroling around with no places to be or anything to do really;

And of course no outing with Seokhwa would end without some silly or cute pictures;

If there’s not a picture, it never happened.

Junseo:

It was Yongha’s birthday and everyone was in charge of doing something for his little surprise bday party;

You and Junseo volunteered to make the cake;

So that led you to go grocery shopping and now you were in the kitchen reading the recipe;

“Are you sure we got everything we needed?”;

“Yeees, not only we double checked we triple checked Junseo you can breath”;

Everything was going well until one of you spelled the flour;

“Why would you do that?!!”;

“I didn’t it was you!!”;

As you were saying that he threw some flour in your face laughing at your now white casted face;

You didn’t let him win this war and you lathered some frosting on his face;

With all this laughing and screaming Daehyeon decided to check on what was going on;

Not only was he shocked at what he saw he had to break up “the fight” or you'd use all the ingredients on one another instead of the cake;

You both promised there was need for supervision and that you wouldn’t screw around anymore;

But stealing glances at Junseo you could tell this was far from over.

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smokedanced · 3 months

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: havu.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: they/them.

MUSE NAME: -inhales- charlie bradbury, chloe price (pending), clara oswald, dean winchester, edi, edward teach, ella finnegan, eloise bridgerton (pending), ever hayes, garrus vakarian, hannibal lecter, hurley reyes, iris hunt, izzy hands, jake takizawa (pending), jeremy bradshaw, jillian marks, juliet burke, kenna de poitiers, lucius spriggs, mary stuart, river song, tali'zorah, the tardis, tenth doctor, tyrion lannister, will graham. on other blogs, castiel, thirteenth doctor & wren shepard.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: tumblr im box is small, so discord is much easier for me to focus on, but either.

EXPERIENCE: over ten years on tumblr, nearly two decades overall (shit, i'm old).

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: the best roleplay connections are those that are cross-genre. a lot of different tropes and moods for the same characters, to make up a vibrant story. a thread here, another there, no need to write them chronologically at all! i do have some favourite tropes (hurt/comfort, villain/victim, kink...) but even those work the best when included in a multigenre arc. so basically anything goes!

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

any kind of making fun of and/or harrassing, bullying, making callouts, or trying to dictate other people's fictional enjoyment. i don't care if the subject matter is something i'm personally disgusted by; if you call people gross, freaks, weird, for the fiction they enjoy, if you reblog callouts that focus on fiction, i will unfollow/block you. boundaries are fine, a polite "dni if you write (topic)" is fine. but if you even push your pinky toe over the line towards making it anything more than a personal boundary, i do not tolerate that, and i do not feel safe around you.

not letting me know which muses you are interested in. the amount of people who follow me, but never do my interest tracker or initiate interaction (i'm ok with the tracker not being done if you send in stuff or just plain tell me in a message which muses you want to write with), despite this being in my rules, is frustrating. i can't read your mind. i can't just assume all of my muses are free game, unless you tell me that. i give people several months to do this before unfollowing, but eventually i will unfollow, as there is... no interaction. i will happily interact first, send memes, etc. if i just know what muses you are open to.

assuming i'm not interested/am upset with you if i don't respond to ooc messages fast enough. it's fine if it's a dealbreaker for you if someone is responding slowly, but you don't get to say i "wasn't interested". you don't know that unless i say that plainly. i rarely talk in real time. i take hours, days, weeks, even months to reply to people ooc. fuck, one of my best friends and i sometimes don't say a word to each other for over a year, and we still are best friends. i do try to not take literally months to reply to people's ooc messages, because it's not very productive in the sense of keeping plotting going, but taking days or a couple of weeks is just normal, imho, especially if it's not every message several weeks apart all the time.

PLOTS OR MEMES: a little bit of both! i prefer to plot a little at least, but whether that's before writing, or after sending some memes and writing a few responses, is all the same for me! i'm very flexible about this, though, so totally winging it, or plotting in detail, are both fine for me as well.

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: i'm fine with all lengths of replies, but medium, generally? i also think we should normalise reply length varying. if the muses are having rapid-fire dialogue, it makes no sense to write several paragraphs just to make the reply longer, when you need to give the other muse a chance to respond, anyway. and when there's a time-skip and descriptions of what happens in between, it makes no sense to try to jam it all in one little paragraph, a lot of the time. so whatever suits the reply? but also, 2-4 paragraphs as a general guide is my preference. single-para can feel too restricting, and over four paragraphs, especially if they're all chunky ones, makes it harder for executive dysfunction. don't worry about either of these, though! i think the best really is to just write what feels good for the reply, be that shorter or longer.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: legit this just varies, there is no specific time, although i do try to keep a regular sleep schedule (with varying results lol).

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: no. i may have some similarities to some, but i am not extremely like any of them. i am actually jimmy price from hannibal. only half joking-

TAGGED BY: @serabellyms, thanks! TAGGING: please tag me if you steal it from me, i am curious! i don't want to tag anyone and make them feel obliged to read all this LOL.

#; outofsmoke #; mun

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vipower001 · 1 year

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Cant write but short story idea:

This girl (lady A) works at a coffee shop or deli place or something. One day a pregnant woman (lady b) walks in and orders something.

Lady A offers lady b her congratulations but lady be says something like “thank you but i just wish it could be a joyful occasion.” Lady A now curious asks her what she means and lady B tells lady A about how her boyfriend got her pregnant and when she told him he broke up with her and moved in with another girl a few weeks later; his reason being something like “im not ready to be a father and i really just have to focus on my self right now” yada yada bullshite.

Lady B then starts telling lady A her worries and how she doesn’t know how she will support this child and how she cant just give up the baby because even though shes alone she has always wanted to be a mother and care for a child.

Lets give her a sad backstory of an absent mother who would always be to preoccupied with work or something to really be a parent to her daughter. Dad was an A+ dad, supper sweet and supportive but died when she was still in her single digits of age.

Anyway, lady B confides in this random girl she met who was just serving her her drink and so for like an hour she tells Lady A about her fears and how scared she is to become a single mother when her current job is not fit to support an adult and a new born child.

So after she tells Lady A this she starts to apologize for taking up this girls time and how she should be going anyhow but before she can leave Lady A tells her to wait and so she hands Lady B her contact info and tells her that if she needs anyone that she will be there and that she wont let her go at this alone. Lady B is hesitant at first to accept bc she doesn’t want to be a burden but lady A is insistent and so lady B leaves with the contact info with a promis to call and ask for help.

Pretty much after that its just about these two women becoming closer by one supporting the other and caring for a stranger that walked into her shop one day. And the other accepting this care of a stranger that has helped her more than anyone in her life, she has not been loved like this since her father died.

They fall in love (though they dont tell each other at first) and when the baby is born lady B kinda expects lady A to leave and she tells her so in the hospital. Lady A tells her how she wont leave unless lady b wants her to because she cares not only about her but the baby as well.

Lady B is surprised and also extremely happy because someone she loves cares about her and her baby. Shes asks lady A why she dose and then lady A admits her feelings to her and tells her that she doesn’t have to love her back and that if asked she will leave lady b alone but if she wants her to stay she will care for both of them wether or not lady B feels the same way.

But lady b dose love lady A and tells her so. They both kiss and once lady b is discharged from the hospital the new family goes home to their apartment, there lady A starts saving up money to buy them a “proper home” to raise their baby in. (I want lady B to quit her current job and decide to go back to school (shes doing online) to get a job she loves and one that has a higher pay to support her fam).

I want the perspective of Lady A coming home from work and seeing her wife girlfriend and kid and just being filled with love and joy of seeing the two of them. Looking at them and seeing love. Seeing two people she loves more than anything and knowing that she would do anything for them.

I want lady B to look up from her classes or from where she is playing with her kid and to just smile with love and contentment at her girl.

Her girl, the girl that took care of her from the day she met her. Her girl that was there for her when no one else was. Her girl that held her as she cried with fear of the future. Her girl that has loved and cherished ever part of her.

I want them to grow old together and watch their kid grow. Maybe even adopt another or few more. I want them to love each other, to love the family that they built. I want that never ending love two people can have for each other, that love you feel towards someone the moment you meet them till the day your soul passes on.

Give me a story of a person taking care of and loving another person; not because they have to, not because it’s expected of them, not because they were told to; but because the want to.

If someone would want to write this then please do and tag me. I just think that this would be a cute story.

#they can be perceived however you want #we need more wlw #fanfic writer #story ideas #story prompt #a bad bitch and a sweat bitch fall in love #they might kiss #and makeout #i actually was originally gonna kill of lady b during childbirth #than have lady a adopt #the child and tell the kid of the woman she loved that gave her them

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wouldyoustayvn · 1 year

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I AM BACK ONCE AGAIN TO DELIVER ANGST (that could into fluff depending on Virgil's reaction)

So this story takes place after Virgil and Galaxy have been together for a few years. Everything was perfect, both were happy and content. They trusted each other, they loved each other. Many vulnerable moments were shared between the two. But one day, Galaxy is no where to be found, no trace of them except for a note they had left behind which read.

"I'm sorry, I you won't forgive me, but I had to for your sake. I love you"

Galaxy had left him, but why? He thought he did everything right?! Was something or someone keeping them apart? He had to calm himself down before he decided to do something rash. Obviously Galaxy had felt that something was a danger to him so he needed to figure out what. And he had a plan to do just that.

So with his acting and cross-dressing skills, he managed to find Galaxy and get them to trust this new persona, who I will calling Audrey for the remainder of this story, a few months have passed and Galaxy and "Audrey" have been chatting when the topic of past lovers comes up.

"Audrey": So do you have any ex's? Maybe some stories you want to tell?

Galaxy: Too many to count.

"Audrey": OH really? I wasn't expecting that.

Galaxy: Yeah, pretty much every single ex I had was a jerk. Well except for one.

"Audrey": Mind telling me about that one ex? *Secretly plotting every ex's murder*

Galaxy: His name was Virgil, and was everything I wanted in a man. Kind, caring, attentive, loving. We were interested in similar topics, I could talk to him for hours about any topic and not have to worry about annoying him and he could the same with me. He was perfect, we were perfect.

"Audrey": Well if was your dream guy, why'd you leave him?

Galaxy: I didn't want to. I had no choice, I was going crazy, I was scared I was going to hurt him.

"Audrey": What do mean *Virgil is very confused*

Galaxy: Well into our relationship, I started hearing voices, maybe a manifestation of the paranoia from my past relationships. They started whispering to me things like, "Isn't it weird how much he knows about you? Are you sure he isn't using you? You're in danger, you need to run. He's dangerous don't you see?"

"Audrey":...

Galaxy: I know it wasn't true I know it was just paranoia. But they just got louder and louder not to mention more... violent. I kept it all on the inside, I was scared that he was going to take it the wrong way. But I knew that if I stayed any longer that I would hurt him or worse. So I packed my things and left. I started seeing a therapist, trying to get my paranoia in check and it's been working so far. *tears start rolling down their face* But I know he won't forgive me. I betrayed his trust, his love, and I left in the middle of the night without a word. *Their voice cracks when as they talk* Audrey?

"Audrey": Yes?

Galaxy: *Crying* Do you think he'll ever forgive me?

Virgil's reaction 👀

“Audrey” stared at Galaxy with a soft expression on their face as they reach their hand to touch Galaxy’s hand, comforting them, “You’ll won’t know if you talk to him.” “But im not sure if he wanted to see me or wanting to hear me out!” They sobbed. “Audrey” looks at them as they sigh, “Is he the type of person that doesn’t listen to you?” Galaxy shook their head, “No. He always listens to me. However I’m sure he won’t this time.”

“Im sure he will. What if he’s waiting for you? Waiting for you to come back?” “Audrey let go of their hand, “I’m sure things would work out if you talk with him. He won’t know of what you’re feeling or thoughts are if you don’t tell him. Listen, from a person who dated from another, communication is really important in relationships.”

Galaxy sit there wiping their tears, “You’re right. I’m still nervous to see him.” They look at “Audrey” with a small smile on their face. “Well take your time, no need to rush things.” “Audrey” smiles. Galaxy gets up, “Well I got to go now. It was nice talking with Audrey. I’ll see you later! Take care!” Galaxy waves at “Audrey” as they wave back.

“Audrey” watches they leave and sighs, their voice drop to normal. “Oh my beloved…Why didn’t you tell me sooner…I’m sorry you’re feeling that way.” A low soft voice mumbled as he watches longingly towards his Galaxy.

#virgil evans #would you stay game #wouldyoustay?#yandere virgil #would you stay?#wysvn #virgil #would you stay visual novel #ask yan virgil

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4ng3l-0n-34rth · 2 years

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Restless // steve harrington x reader drabble

a/n: hi guys!! i am oh so tired and sleep deprived so instead of sleeping im writing a short fic for no one but myself… but im also posting it. i truly am sorry if this is horrible i actually haven’t slept in 36 hours. OH AND PT 2 OF INTIMIDATED IS IN THE WORKS!!!

summary: you’re steve’s partner and after seemingly getting no sleep for a few night, he begins to grow concearned

warnings: mild swearing

enjoy!!

1,552 words

You were tired and there was no denying it, but for some reason the past few nights sleep was coming by scarcely. Sure you couldn’t think of a logical explanation as to why, however you weren’t falling asleep and it was beginning to become an issue. You began falling asleep at ungodly hours, if you even slept at all, and it was driving you crazy.

You continued to go on with your daily life half-asleep and although it was a little more difficult, there was nothing you could do about it. As you got out of bed after laying there for hours, with nothing to do but toss and turn with hopes of falling asleep, you could feel your body react to the lack of sleep. Your limbs were endlessly sore and you felt as if the more you kept walking the closer you were to just collapsing entirely. After getting yourself dressed and ready to begin another long and exhausting day, you walked to the kitchen to throw some food together before you left for work.

Work was never unbearable since you enjoyed your job at Family Video, but acting like you were perfectly rested for Steve and Robin made it a little more difficult. You hauled yourself to your car and began your quick drive, feeling your eyelids grow heavy at any moment you didn’t have your full undivided attention on the road. As you pulled in to the employees lot, you notice a familiar car pull into the space next to you, and an undeniable head of hair come out of it. Seeing Steve always brought a smile to your face, even when you felt like you were on the verge of completely falling apart.

As you got out of your car you moved as if your limbs weren’t your own. Your motions were sluggish and lazy as you headed toward the back door of the establishment, waving to your boyfriend as he waited in place for you to catch up to him. The smile he gave in return didn’t hold up for long due to the fact that as you got closer the bags under your eyes grew more visible, even with the attempt of covering them up with some makeup before you left the house. “Hey, Y/N. You sleeping ok?” he asked out of concern. The same question he has asked the past few days prior, and of course your shot back the same response you always did. “Never better!” you tried to give your best convincing smile as you picked up your pace heading inside to be greeted by Robin, who had already started preparing to open the store.

“Hey Robin!” you tried your best to say cheerily, and the girl peeled her focus from the tapes she had been putting on shelves to you, and Steve who now stood behind you. “Well if it isn’t the dynamic duo!” she cheers walking up to the both of you. As she got closer she immediately grabbed your face and inspected it closely. “Not to be rude or anything, but are you sure you’re getting enough sleep? The bags under your eyes have grown from cary-on’s to check-in’s…” she stated, giving a sympathetic smile. You just nodded and moved from her grasp. “Like i just told Steve, never better,” you sighed, too exhausted to try and sound like your usual upbeat self.

You brushed passed the two and walked straight to one of the computers, doing your daily check for overdue, or almost due returns, writing down all the account names and numbers so you would remember to call before the end of your shift. As you continued to search through dates, Robin anxiously glanced to Steve then tried to signal to him that she was worried about you. Steve pretended to clear his throat, “Uh Robin you don’t happen to know where the water bottles in the back are do you?” and with that he had grabbed her and pulled her into the back room with him, now out of earshot of you.

“I’m not going crazy right? Y/N looks like they haven’t slept in a millennia.” Steve muttered, looking to Robin for some sort of confirmation. “Anyone and their grandmother could tell there’s something going on.” Is all she replied with, leaning on the wall behind her. “And i understand if she doesn’t wanna talk about it, but i doubt she should be working right now.” Robin finished. “I know right!” he said a little louder than he would’ve liked, but you were so out of it you hardly even noticed they were no longer chatting behind you. Steve stepped a little closer to Robin so he could speak quieter. “What should we do? What should I do?” he almost whispered, as his mind raced. All he could think about was all the terrible possibilities that could lead toward your current state. “Like I'm supposed to know! You’re the one dating them,” she sighed.

They both sat in silence for a moment, considering all of their options, until Steve’s face lit up as he had an idea he was sure would work to get to the bottom of this. Robin looked up to him in anticipation, waiting for him to spill whatever ‘genius’ plan he had just now concocted. “Well my parents are never home what if we just ask to have a sleepover? I mean if she’s spending the night with us she’s sure to crack. Right?” he asked pleadingly, hopeful that if Robin agreed this may actually work.

“That may not be a horrible idea…” she paused to think for a moment. “But! it’s obviously been a long week for her, maybe you should just do it on your own? I mean if i were here i’d love nothing more than to cuddle up to my handsome boyfriend and finally fall asleep after being away for decades.” She spoke seriously up until her last sentence, switching to a mole joking tone hugging herself and swaying when she mentioned ‘cuddling up to their handsome boyfriend.’ “Robin this is serious! I’m really worried.” Steve pleaded, only to receive a slight chuckle and nod from Robin. After shooting her a serious glance, she had stood up straight and moved her hands fo his shoulders. “This is me being serious Steve, I think what Y/N needs right now is a calm night with you.” she stated firmly, and Steve nodded in agreement. “Sleepover it is!”

As the both of them returned to the front of the store, both sets of eyes landed on you. Slumped over the counter, your head lazily resting in your palm as you stared off in the distance. Steve swiftly walked up behind you and placed a hand on your lower back. “Hey, love. Do you maybe wanna crash at my place tonight? I’ll get take out and we can watch whatever movie you want!” He spoke to you cheerfully. You stayed in the position you were already in, debating on how you should respond to the offer. “Oh i don’t know Steve…” You mumbled, and he placed his hand on your cheek turning you to face him as he leaned in closer. “C’mon babe, I’m like soooooo missing out on my Y/N time right now, and I’d love to have you over.” he begged, and who were you to turn down such an adorable pout. With a groan you respond, “Sure Steve, I don’t see why not.” you replied, bringing your focus back to your job, instead of looking dazed out the window.

Of course that wasn’t the exact answer he had hoped to hear from you, since he was truly being honest when he said he needed some ‘quality Y/N time’, but it was a yes nonetheless, and with that he was content.

The rest of work flew by particularly fast, partially because in the state you were in you had almost completely lost your grasp of time, but even more than that you were eager to get the hell out of there. As the three of you finished closing up, Steve outstretched a hand to you. “Your chariot awaits,” he joked, and you looked up to him confused. “Oh come on, let me drive you we can pick up your car in the morning.” He smiled sweetly, still waiting for you to place your hand in his, and after pausing for a moment you took his hand and headed out the door. You both said your goodbyes to Robin then loaded into Steve’s car.

The drive to Steve’s was peaceful. Your head rested tiredly on the back of your seat as you looked out the window, while Steve’s hand rested on your lap. As you pulled into the drive way, you could feel yourself get blinded by the light he had in his driveway, covering your sore tired eyes with a hand, looking away. Steve couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact you appeared to be acting as if everything was normal, yet clearly were in pain from how much you needed some rest.

He quickly got out of the car and went around to your door, opening it for you and allowing you to step out. You weren’t on your feet for long due to the fact once you were steady Steve scooped you up in his arms and carried you towards the door. You couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted you off the ground. “Steve what are you doing?” you ask, pressing your head into his chest, allowing him to feel the vibration from your laughs throughout his whole body. “Can’t I treat my love like a princess from time to time?” You just keep your head buried in his chest as he takes you to the door, fumbling with the keys in his pocket for a moment before getting the door open.

As he carries you inside he remains careful of how he's walking with you in his arms, walking sideways to fit through narrow halls and what not until he reaches his room. Steve places you down on his bed ever so gently and kneels down to you, removing your shoes before tucking you under the covers. "Steve I can take my own shoes off y'know" you mutter, confused as to why he's treating you like this. He quickly moved to your bedside, sitting down in the open space next to you, and rubbing up and down your arm with his hand. "Look, i totally understand if somethings bothering you and you don't want to talk about it, but Y/N I can tell how tired you've been, and I just want you to be able to relax and get some rest." he admits sheepishly, sending you the warmest and most comforting smile he could muster.

You reached up to his face, resting a hand on either side as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, and he obviously longed for more due to the fact he remained in the same spot once you pulled away. "I'm sorry i haven't been honest about it, but in all honestly I don't know what the issue is. These past few nights I've just been so restless. Every night, tired as ever, I'll try and fall asleep but i just find myself tossing and turning until the sun rises." you looked down to you lap, fiddling with the blanket Steve had draped over your body. Now it was his turn to cup your cheek, and stare happily into your eyes. "Thank you for letting me know love. I'm sorry you've been struggling and I didn't try and help sooner, but I'm here now, and I can assure you that laying in my arms has never failed to lull you to sleep." He grinned confidently, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Now how about we get you changed out of your work clothes and just skip the movie and get some rest? Does that sound good?" he asked calmly, not wanting to push too far, but hoping you would let him just help you sleep.

You nodded and rose from the bed, helping yourself to Steve's dresser drawers. Wearing his close wasn't a strange occurrence, and if anything he loved seeing you pick out whichever shirt or sweater of his looked the most comfortable and slipping off your clothes to replace them with his. He found comfort in you, and tonight he was praying to whatever god is out there that you would be able to find comfort in him and get a good nights rest. Once you were changed you looked over to your boyfriend, just staring up to you in adoration from his seat on the bed. "As much as I love you Steve, I don't want to lay on your scratchy work shirt." You giggled, tossing him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into as well. "Oh right, sorry." he meekly grinned and took the clothes to change into.

Once you were both prepped and ready to sleep, you couldn't help but to throw yourself onto Steve's comfy bed, relishing in the scent of it, the scent of him. You hadn't realized how much you missed laying in bed with him, how much you missed being near him, and so you were forever grateful he decided to speak up and ask you to come over. Steve had turned off the lights in the room, then proceeded to get under the covers next to you, immediately bringing you into his chest. You happily allowed him to pull you closer as you got comfortable, resting your head on his chest. The soothing sound of his heartbeat, and the slow rise and fall of his chest was pure bliss, and you couldn't believe you hadn't wanted to stay over sooner.

As your eyes fluttered shut for the final time that day, Steve had one hand rubbing soft circles into your back, and the other was brushing his fingers though your hair. As the rest of the world faded out all you could do was sense him. The gentle movements of his hands, the beating in his chest, the small and simple sweet nothings he whispered to you, and the gentle kisses he occasionally placed on your head. And it was as if a miracle had come to life, and you found yourself sunken into a deep and peaceful sleep with the man you love.

Steve was your miracle, and he loved you.

#stranger things steve #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #robin stranger things #robin buckley #stranger things 4 #stranger things x y/n #stranger things netflix #stranger things drabble #stranger things one shot #i love steve harrington #steve harrington fluff

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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You make me want to rewatch the anime...wonder if i can force my husband to watch it with me(he showed me it but it was like...highschool its been sooo long)

Since everyone has autism/hj? Do u have any headcanons for special interests?

I FUCKING LOVE THIS ASK also husband?? HUH?? KAGEFANS ARE MARRIED ALREADY??? huh...well...kagepro IS 12 years old HUH...HAHAHA *holds head* (happy late kageversary, btw)

everyone is autistic. yeah.

ayano's is 1000% all the superhero shit. comicbooks. i like to think of her as a huge spiderman fan. i think she'd love the guy. BUT YEAH comicbooks, superhero franchises in general lol

kido's is music! i imagine them as the kind of person who basically studies a whole album when it comes out LMAO i also think theyre the kind to be embarrassed abt talking a lot so theyre probably online a lot and is instead active in there. they rotate hyperfixating on different bands but music in general <3 also i think they hyperfixate on cooking sometimes and they will just cook and cook and cook one thing after another. it used to be a problem when they only lived with 3 other ppl but now there's like 10 more and also haruka so <3 no more wasted food!!!!

fuckgn. seto. animals. ANIMALS. ANIMALS. ANIMALS. i love ppl with animal special interests bc its literally the fucking BEST thing to talk about ever. and mary is plants. theyre both into each other's things too so their talks are so awesomely autistic i think seto and mary just talk for hours and hours and are always asking each other questions and if seto had a long day marys just like tell me abt why birds are fun colors like blue but not other animals :) and seto's like :DDDDD

momo and kano..... hmmm.. everyone else's seems so obvious. but them... like i see momo getting hyperfixated with a ton of different shit always rotating from lets players to toy collecting to makeup to lost media and etc etc but i cant think of like the One thing. kinda same with kano i feel like his thing is that he doesnt know who he is or what he wants so he wouldnt even Have his one thing. i think he'd be super into makeup tho. bc thats awesome but not only cutesy makeup but like special effects insane kinda thing. hes like whoa ppl change so much without any powers......... lol special effects makeup artist kano real

takane. lol. god theyre all so fucking obvious. coding. and i love takane but programmer ppl are SOOOOOO ANNOYING god this bitch would be insufferable. but the autism makes it awesome so its ok theyre not annoying <3 obviously videogames too. UGH harutaka indie game developers is so real to me. also this one is more my hc but erm technician takane is real he is real to me <3 the dan out of wifi bc this bitch took apart the router AGAIN just bc they like looking at the insides. the dan is complaining until the wifi is back AND its faster bc takanes improving and hacking shit. she helps shintaro build his epic pc

shintaro ohhh mygod have u ever met a more autistic bitch than this. he is everything. music!!!! like kido!!!!!!!!! i think kido and shintaro are an underrated duo. in the novels they hang out so much. wait im getting off topic ERM pianist shintaro is real to me idc. also super into collectibles of anime figures lol. also videogames!!! and lost media. i think he'd be one of those people super excited that a secret burgerking commercial never translated from english was found (momo too, they bond over it)

hibiya with the doll making shit. doll costumizing. also psychology post-shitshow bc hes 12 and hes like whoa. this wasnt normal *studies abt how this will affect him and his friends* i talked abt this in a hibiya ask i got lol but yeah also his whole thing abt making dolls. ofc it comes from something creepy but i still think its a cute thing he knows how to do i think he'd love using his new smartphone to find out abt doll costumizing communities and he sews mini mekakushi dan for everyone <3

i bestow to haruka the autistic honor of dinosaurs. FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHH also art/drawing ofc. and cartoons/animation. ppl who like to draw like cartoons okay. he'd be into that. idk if into animating himself i rather see haruka as a painting kinda girl. AND OFC VIDEOGAMES. srry to harutaka again but harutakas autism coexists so harmoniously ...domestic harutaka... these bitches have NO real schedules and are staring at their computers drawing/coding for days. it stinks in there. they make an autistic game together born from their autistic and disabled love. heart<3

i cant think anything for hiyori so hiyori experts feel free to add. maybe idols n stuff!! back to music heh

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i used to have a best friend who i was extremely close with all through highschool. we had sleepovers, we stayed at each others houses weekly, we talked nearly nightly, you get the point. about halfway through my freshman year they started dating a mutual friend who i was kind of close with.

i got extremely jealous. i knew my best friend wouldn't date me bc they were 2 years older than me (maturity gap between a 14 year old and a 16-17 year old, yknow?) but i was still so upset. i always put on a good face around the two but secretly i always hoped they would break up and i would be the rebound for my best friend.

years later after they both graduated highschool and i was in my senior year we started to drift apart. they joined a new friend group and since we weren't in school together we weren't seeing each other every day or hanging out after school like we used to.

the only times we really talked were phone calls during their lunch break, and during the entire 30 minutes they would only talk about the dnd campaign they were in with this other friend group.

when we met up in person it would be all they talked about. for hours. nonstop droning on about the campaign and the character deaths and the plot twists. i started to get irritated and we stopped making plans to hang out irl anymore. eventually they broke up with our mutual friend but we all stayed friendly about it, keeping out small friend group together. turns out i wasn't the only person they talked to about this campaign

the ONLY THING they talked about to ANY OF US was this campaign. any time we changed the topic they would change it again. we tried to be nice to them but when me, the mutual friend, and another member of our friend group got together we just talked about how it seemed they didn't care about anything else.

the last straw that made me consider that they were ghosting me was when our 3rd friend group member planned a huge halloween party but had to cancel. we all agreed to meet up later. a few days after halloween i went to their apartment to pick them up to go rollerskating and they were cleaning up. from a halloween party. they threw. and invited everyone from our friend group and their own. except for me.

the other 2 ppl in our friend group gave up on them, and let things fade. i tried to keep in contact, but one day they just stopped replying to my messages. the last time we talked was back in april 2022, when they promised me they would try to spend more time with me. the last message they sent in our group chat was from feburary 2022.

i know i was basically ghosted by my best friend and crush of 4 years, but i still miss them. whenever im sad i think of them and the time we spent together. they really helped me through a lot and it just makes me painfully sad to think about them. i think even if we tried to reconnect it wouldn't be the same. i miss them more than any person i know yet i feel like i can never speak to them again.

im going to a convention this weekend and im afraid ill see them again. i really hope we dont/they dont recognize me. i dont think i can handle talking to them anymore.

#confession

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