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postwarlevi · 1 year

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hi hi hi

how would you think levi would celebrate st valentines day? if he does

Hello!! Hmm, I think Levi at some point would start celebrating Valentines Day. If he were single in a modern setting I bet he's get single roses for all the females (and males, whatever) in the office. Maybe he'd get a couple boxes of chocolates and put them out for everyone to enjoy too! Something that to him is a small gesture but really makes everyone smile.

He would for sure celebrate if he had someone he were dating/ married to. Maybe he wouldn't get it at first, what he should do, but partly from his guy friends asking what he's doing for you and tiny hints that you drop that you would like something, he gets working on it.

I think he'd make a really nice dinner for the two of you basically from scratch. He'd know what your favorites are, whether it be pasta, prime rib, lobster, whatever it is! He might would research videos or articles for help. He's never been this fancy before but wants to do this right for you. I think he also puts some decor around, flowers and candles, just makes it real nice.

He also bakes an elegant dessert, a cake with your favorite flavors, and some cut fruit that goes with it. Turns out he's a great decorator and pipes frosting really well!

No doubt you are stunned when you come in and it's a nice night with just the two of you, candles flickering and soft music in the background. Oh, and a romantic movie before parting for the evening, or bedtime, depending on your living situation :) .

#moots #moots mia y #levi ackerman #levi random thoughts #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi x reader fluff #levi

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croquettesblog · 3 months

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get to know me !!!

my name is sofia, you can call me sofi or so.

I'm 7teen.

I love music and videogames, specially milo j and tlou. ♡

Pink and white are my favorite colors if you didn't notice.

I'm latina (arg) so my english is not that good but I try !

Even tho I like meeting new people I also get super anxious when I actually have to talk with them :p

I post th1nsp0 and c4lorie counts.

height : 1,62 cm

sw : 91.5 kg

cw : 85kg

lw : 66.7kg

gw : 60 kg

DON'T REPORT, JUST BLOCK PLS ♡

#tc4 #ed not ed sheeran #i want to ⭐️ve #no quiero ser gorda #ana y mia #princesa ana #anaymia #ed tmblr #hasta los huesos #ed not sheeren #tw ana diary #ana rant #ana trigger #bingedisorder #disordered eating thoughts #croquettesblog #looking for moots

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kikis-kalories · 9 months

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~sk1nn1 for school d13t~

trigger warning for this entire blog!! 3d/4n4/m14 - if these topics bother you, you dont know what it is, or youre under 13, please don’t interact with my blog. block me, but please dont report. the reason i ask you this is because this blog is a safe place for me. its like a coping mechanism. please try to understand that. thank you! :)

~~~<3~~~<3~~~<3~~~<3~~~<3~~~<3~~~

hey lovelies! i tried recovery again, but we all know how that goes lol, so im back! and i weigh more than ever… so naturally, i created a new 30 day d13t to help me lose some weight before school starts again. i will be starting the d13t tomorrow if any of you would like to join me! by the way, im still looking for an 4n4 buddy or coach… so please dm me if you’re willing. :) this includes periods of low res, mid res, and high res. the reason for this is because i will be at my dads house for some of the time and im forced to eat there, but it will also be better for the metabolism.

~ily, good luck <3~

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zer0kcall · 7 months

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as vezes não é sobre as calorias, as vezes você tem que pensar como uma leiga.

as vezes, ao invés de pensar "esse bolo tem 210kcals, dá para encaixar na restrição", você precisa pensar "bolo engorda" e não comer.

as vezes, ao invés de pensar "hoje consumi poucas calorias, posso comer mais alguma coisa", você precisa pensar "já me alimentei hoje e foi o suficiente" e então faça outras coisas além de comer.

não é sobre comida, é sobre ser magra !!

você vai ficar linda se emagrecer, então não atrase o processo. romantize seu t.a.

pretend til u be 🦋

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mochikun · 10 months

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𝐼𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚! 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 <3

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trivijoy · 2 months

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USER TRIVIJOY HITS 2(.3) K!!!!!!

let me start off by answering the obvious question: where the hell did you go for 4 months straight??? basically I went thru something in early december and I lost all my motivation for everything but schoolwork (and rv ofc I streamed chill kill don't play) and everytime I gained my motivation back I would make a mb I didn't like and get frustrated and delete the app, get sick and give up (like I almost did today I have a 101 fever rn 😭) or I just forgot about Tumblr all together (especially in January uhm) but SOMEHOW and SOMEWAY I gained 500 followers while being complete mia 😧 SO THANK YOU SMMMMMMMMMMMMM?????!?!?!? next month will mark a full year since I started posting on this acc and I've probably been active for only half of the year with some real eye twitching icky mbs (not my joy ones though love all my joy mbs) yet y'all are still this nice to me omg?? Like fr tysm 🫶🏾🫶🏾 I'm gonna be active now I swear on my future barricade rv concert ticket (in my dreams- YOU LOVEEEENEMEEEEEE BAAAACK) OKAY OKAY enough rambling TYSMM AGAINN if you read allat you're a star ⭐ refresh my blog bc I'm gonna post 4 mbs right after this (as an apology for the 4 months I left 😓) hope y'all like them 🫶🏾 also posting on seulgios tmrw thank u mar for carrying it you're iconic 🫂

y'all already knowww I have to tag my moots (some of y'all I've known for almost a year wtf ily)

@kelories @joyszn @mingisito @koosuvi @i08wony @haevrrs @wonk1s @fembroesa @luvlyxgracie @y-ves @ecojinri @baesol @chwepunk @aegsll @yeritos @i4sullyoon @j-urins @chaey2k @111polaris @sulliar

@beoism @yunjidoll @jenfaery @yeossemble @lorlita @ningrlz @g-aeuls @froopis @wiotas @sseulr1n @k-yujin @subinelos @sunoofication @haewrin @dewyrka @yeon-n @isamiracle @v6mpcat

@kysbot @hyeism @y-unjins @boos2bies @y-eora @wonwonyoyo @r-ampage @y-ujin @h-ao @fuckici @yoyojoy @jeonzio @y2qi @i-jaeyun @obrigados @jangism ++ many more 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

#trivijoy #trivijoy : milestones #HAVE YOU BEEN STREAMING CHILL KILL 🔫#happy late bhm to my afro moots #tysfm for blowing up my yunjin mb omg?? 3k notes what the fuck #ADD ME ON INSTA I BEG I WAS STILL ACTIVE ON THERE SOMETIMES #@trivijoy on ig yaa #@trivjoy on discord too mhm mhm #someone catch me up on what happened fr #WHERE IS WEIROS AND WONKI

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pray4saint · 9 months

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helloooooo!! back again!! (so sorry ^^”)

dteam taking care of sick reader hcs?? (separate)

tyy :)

dteam taking care of sick!reader

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. don't be sorry i love seeing my moots in my inbox! & oml dteam n sick!reader literally make my heart sob in a good way

dream

this mf is texting his mom either asking her for a soup recipe or asking her to make for you because he remembers that soup always making him feel better when he was sick as a kid (and four months ago when he was sick, the soup helped then too 🙄)

when you push him away from you when he tries to hug you, he pouts like a baby

”clay, baby no, i don't wanna get you sick.” ”i don't care y/n i want to hug you. i promise you i'll be fine.” you look at him with brows furrowed. you knew he wouldn't be giving up all that easily so you give in. ”fine.” his eyes light up as he wraps his arms around you.

promises he'll be back in twenty minutes when his mom texts him that he can come pick up the soup and he is, bringing it to you in a mug

absolutely believes in home remedies and warmth solving all the sickness / meaning he's letting your snuggle into his chest and texting his mom about anything else she knows may help

also takes your phone when you complain about having a headache

makes sapnap tweet about him being so MIA from the internet

HOWEVER, that he absolutely takes selfies of him bringing you things and taking care of you for his snap story, because he's so silly like that

doesn't protest at all when you want to binge a show he doesn't like

but of course when you start to get better, he gets sick

”i can't believe i you got me sick.” he pouts and he is a little sarcastic in his tone but you only look at him with a slight scowl. ”i told you not to hug me clay. this is your fault.” ”you know what baby?” he looks at you but your scowl remains, ”it was totally worth it.” you nod to him. ”it better have been.”

sapnap

brings you over and settles you on the couch so that you get to have some social interaction, even if it's just his roommates when they come down to get water or snacks

takes you out for ice cream on the first day

always holding your hand when he's with you and walks you too and from the bathroom, almost as if he's scared you'll fall over and die

”sap i promise i'm fine, you don't have to walk me to the bathroom.” your boyfriend scoffs, hands hovering over your hips to make sure you don't fall. ”i'm not taking any chances darlin'.”

quick, light kisses at the backside base of your neck and on your shoulders

this guy buys like fourteen types of medicine and asks you which one you want to try because he doesn't know what'll work

when nothing works he asks his roommates and texts his mom

george gives him specific directions for scheduling and dream offers to get you food but that's all they can do / his mom and sisters come over and spend time with you, talking to you, making you food and doing your chores

also one day when his family is over to see you and you've given him approval, he does a valorant stream, smiling despite how many times he dies because he loves hearing your giggles mixed with those of his mom and sisters

his sisters definitely send him funny pictures of them and you and his mom laughing, to which he shows stream one of you posing in a funny way

also makes you do light exercise while you're sick so that you don't get worse

”c'mon y/n, i promise you this'll help.” ”i just wanna take a nap..” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, ”after these last two lunges i'll walk you back to the couch, okay?” all you do is nod at him, focused on getting back to your precious sleep.

george

at first he thinks you're kidding when you text him and tell him you're sick (mostly because that man is such a fucking germophobe)

when you call him, coughing, voice hoarse and nose red, he somehow lets go of every germophobic thought he's ever had and tells you he's coming to pick you up

you do not get to stay in your own home when you're sick, no you go over to his place, sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch and he acts like a real full-time care nurse

george sets the mug of tea down on the table next to the bed and smiles at you. your returned smile is weak. ”love is there anything else i can get you?” you shake your head and he looks down at his watch. ”alright, well in about thirty minutes you have to go to the bathroom again.” ”no i don't.” ”it's important while you're sick that you have regular trips to the washroom.” you look up at the ceiling, cursing yourself for falling for a man who acts like such a doctor.

– still absolutely refuses to let his mouth touch your skin while you're sick because he doesn't want to get sick himself

he will hold your hand or rub your back or your stomach, or even massage your shoulders but he washes his hands right afterwards every single time

george waking up every two and a half hours in the night to check on you, your temperature, if you need anything or to go to the bathroom, etc

also calls off all his streams despite the amount of times you told him it was fine and that you would be okay

”georgie i told you it's fine.” you try to protest but he's already turned his phone over and onto the tabled. ”nope, taking care of you comes first love.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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postwarlevi · 1 year

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💖

Mia I love you!! Thank you :D How are you doing?

#moots #moots mia y

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asmos-s1ut · 10 months

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Introduction!

Name: Mia ｡.｡:∞♡*💗 (not my real name just a nickname! )

Age: 19

Favorite color: pink and gold (changes a lot)

Hobbies: painting , reading ff, and sleeping

Likes: eating , sleeping, and talking with friends

Dislikes: insects, loud people, the dark

A little bit about myself:

I'm Hispanic (from Puerto Rico🇵🇷). English isn't my first language so bare with me please!!!! I'm currently living in USA for college.

What is my account for:

My account would be a little more for OM creators who are out of ideas. I am really creative but not creative enough to make a story myself. So that's why I want to help them! If you are an obey me creator that is out of ideas or just never had ideas in the first place feel free to ask me to give you an idea! It doesn't matter how big or small your account is just ask and you shall receive. If you want a more custumized idea just tell me. Let me know if you want a specific character (ex.Thirteen,Diavolo,Mammon) or a specific type of story/prompt (ex.smut, fluff, angst) Also if you believe a character is transgender like I've seen other people say in stories that's fine just let me know so I can help you. I also plan on learning about characters in other games some day so I'll be able to help you with that but just not at the moment.

How it works:

So just tell me "I want a (type of story of ur choice) story of (character of your choice" and I'll either give you a little paragraph of what you want so you can make that into a story or I'll give you a sentence like "(character of choice) is in the classroom when MC (or Y/N I doesn't matter) sends a spicy picture" just stuff like that

Feel free to ask questions whether it is about myself or about my account. Thanks for reading! Also if you wanna be moots let me know!!!

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stayingskinnie · 3 months

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anyone wanna be moots?

hey! im not sure abt using my real name on here in case someone i know sees (idk im paranoid). so just call me z lol. im 19 y/o and i identify with she/her pronouns. i also struggle with ana. and i would like to make more moots/friends in the ana/mia communtity. follow me i follow back, message me i message back! also sorry if my words are weird, i also have autsim so stuff like this isnt the easiest lol.

#ed not ed sheeran #pro a4a #ed disorder #tw ana diary #tw disordered eating #anamia #tw ed diet #an0r3c1a #ana bllog #i want to ⭐️ve

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romiantic · 10 months

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⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 ! ✩ㆍ₊⊹

⸺ I always write with a black reader in mind! but most of the time I do not specify on skin color, hair, or body types

⸺ this is an sfw blog but I do reblog 18+ content. minors please block the tag below to block off all 18+ content !

⸺ I do go on random hiatus, mainly cause of school or personal things going on

⸺ I do talk a lot so block my “mia is talking” tag if you don’t want it clogging your dash

⸺ I do say the n word and make jokes pertaining to me and my nationality & race. so if that makes you uncomfy…I don’t know what to tell you

⸺ I flirt with my moots a lot and call them bae so if that makes you uncomfy please let me know ! also I do say girl a lot but in a gender-neutral way

⸺ I do soft block to break mutuals and hard block if you made me uncomfortable or disrespected my dni

⸺ this blog is anti dark content and is not dark content friendly

⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ! ✩ㆍ₊⊹

⸺ write/interact/support heavy dark content ! (noncon/cnc, incest/stepcest/pseudocest, p*ss kink, etc. )

⸺ age up minor characters for smut

⸺ support tr*mp, all lives matter, and/or blue lives matter

⸺ racist, sexist, homophobic, fatphobic, transphobic, xenophobic, etc.

⸺ makima and himeno stans (chainsaw man) /srs

⸺ write or romantically ship sketchy age gaps, i.e. reader is 19 and love interest is 31

⸺ support MAPS, p3d0philia, r@p3, y*g*mi y*to

⸺ support israel

⸺ disrespect any of my mutuals, especially those younger than me

⸺ send hate anons, be so fr…

⸺ are not comfortable that I write for black readers

#* 🔞🌑 ⌗ 𓏲 „ ˋafter dark !#* 🧚🏽‍♀️ ⌗ 𓏲 „ ˋmia is talking !

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mrsbrekkers · 3 years

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So, I saw you were looking for Pin requests so I figured I would send one in. How about a oneshot where Pin comes to the reader's rescue when their horse bolts off and then feelings are admitted? Don't worry if you are not inspired by it 💕

hello lovely moot! i saw this and RAN with it at 7pm. 3 hours later, here we are. safe to say, i love writing for pin, and will be doing so again as i have another request yayayayayy. i hope you like this!! reader is gender neutral! :) pairings! pin hawthorne x reader! summary; reader ends up in a big storm after a fight with mia ( involving pin and the money mia had planned to steal ) since they caught mia red handed and their horse has a scare. pin finds out and goes off to rescue reader

warnings! none? swearing, talk of potentially losing someone, illness ( hypothermia ) h/n - your horse's name ye word count; 3382

LOVE MAKES YOU DO DANGEROUS THINGS

The storm had approached quicker than expected. Two hours earlier precisely, and now Y/N regretted riding off after the explosive argument with Mia. But it had been the only way they could think of to clear their mind. They’d thought there’d be time to return to Bright Fields before the storm hit, but mother nature seemed to have other plans. The rain followed a crack of thunder, making Y/N realize just how bad this was. They couldn’t ride back to the stables in time. Not before the ground became slippery, which could cause even worse outcomes. Finding a dry area in the woods seemed like the only option. Y/N couldn’t even remember half of the words they’d spit at Mia, but they could remember how it started, and how it ended. How they’d caught Mia stashing away the money Pin had brought in from Holloway in an attempt to keep him indebted to her and her father.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Mia turned to look at Y/N, being caught with the money in hand, and the safe open. Caught red handed. Mia had half the idea to cover up her tracks, but she doubted the person at the door would buy it. This involved Pin after all, and everyone knew they had a soft spot for the boy.

“Making sure we get the best rider Holloway has back in our grasp, what else would I be doing?” Mia asked, raising a brow as she attempted to stash the money away, but a hand at her wrist stopped her. She looked up, seeing Y/N now standing in front of her, holding her wrist.

“Being a bitch and a criminal is what it looks like,” Y/N seethed, snatching the money from Mia and turning from the girl. They missed Pin more than anything, but they wouldn’t let him be beholden to Mia out of all people. They walked towards the door, money in hand, preparing to rush after Pin. If he was going to give the money to anyone, they’d make sure it was to someone trustworthy.

“You know, I knew you were classist, a bitch-” Y/N began, turning to look at Mia, crossing their arms. Their eyes held a frustration beyond words. “But I never expected you to cheat someone out of returning the debt they owed your family. Pin shouldn’t even owe you. His father had no idea they’d sold an illegal horse!”

Mia rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. Especially after the money had been snatched from her hands. There went nationals. She glanced towards Susie, who left the office moments later, passing by Y/N, who gave the girl just a small smile. “You clearly have no idea how business works. Holloway will win nationals with him on their side! You’re blinded by your feelings for him!” she stated, scoffing.

“My feelings? You say that as if you weren’t jealous of Zoe when she arrived at Bright Fields and caught Marcus’ attention!” This felt childish, but Y/N wasn’t letting Mia win this one. They were alone with Mia. Meaning every ounce of anger was boiling to the top. How she’d treated Pin before he’d joined Holloway. How she and her father had made him work for nothing. How she’d treated him when he was the stablehand.

It wasn’t just Pin either. It was about the stables and how Mia treated everyone there too. Becky and Jade. Zoe. Even Marcus when he’d been around. Sure, his personality was the equivalent of a board, but he still deserved respect. And Mia treated him like a prize to be won. Susie too, who Mia treated like jack shit. It angered Y/N to no end.

“I wasn’t jealous! And that was different anyways. I wasn’t running the stables,” Mia countered. Y/N walked into the office once more, standing opposite of Mia, the desk being the only thing separating the two. Mia’s voice was like a tea kettle, screeching and in Y/N’s ear non-stop.

“Sam was. Funny, you two had something in common! Thievery!” Y/N threw their hands up, making a big show of the money in their hand. Mia watched them, eyes on the wad of money in their hand. If that money made it back to the right person, nationals were as good as lost.

“He stole from my family first!” Mia declared, unaware of Pin having returned to understand what the commotion in the office was. Y/N didn’t seem to notice either, because the arguing continued, gaining volume.

“Mia, he didn’t steal anything! You know how to do business, but you don’t understand the legality of business transactions?!” Y/N rolled their eyes, not believing what they were hearing. The kettle continued to speak, and it was becoming more and more unbearable. As it did every day they stayed there under Mia’s directive.

“This is why I switched you out with Susie for Nationals. Because at least she listens!” That caused the kettle to pop, making Y/N shift their eyes over to Mia. The volume dropped immediately, underlying tears beginning to form.

“You what?”

“You’re not riding at nationals, and this just finalized it.” Mia felt the sting before she realized what had happened. She couldn’t process much of what happened after, too in shock that Y/N had slapped her. But she watched as Y/N turned, registering that Pin now stood in the door, clearly in shock as well. Not just by the slap, but that Y/N wasn’t riding at Nationals.

Y/N stepped up to the door, handing Pin the money still in their hand. They shoved off their cardigan, not caring that it was chilly. They wanted to feel it bite at their arms. Especially if they were going riding. “Next time, don’t give your money to Mia. She tried to steal it so she could keep you indebted to her and her father. To blackmail you into riding for Bright Fields,,” Y/N stated.

Then they were steadily walking off towards their horse's stable.

That left them there in the woods, on the back of their horse. It was beginning to get dark, the chill becoming close to freezing temperatures. That cardigan would’ve been pretty helpful now. Even somewhere dry wouldn’t hold off the cold, and being already as wet as they were, hypothermia was a possibility. Fear coursed through them at the idea, but they kept their head up, looking around. “H/N we’re going to find somewhere dry, wait it out, and aH!-” lightning cracked across the sky, striking somewhere off pretty far, but the ground shook, and the noise caused H/N to toss Y/N off and bolt back the way they’d come.

A groan left Y/N’s lips as they shifted from their side. No doubt a bruise was forming already. Their head also spun, indicating a likely concussion from the harsh landing. “Fuck,” they whispered, realizing just how bad this was. Once they opened their eyes, they stood. Their feet were wobbly, their head was spinning. The cold wasn’t helping either. It only disoriented them more. Nonetheless, they moved towards one of the bigger trees. It was dry underneath it, and slightly warmer, despite the cold that swarmed around. Laying back down, they curled up, shivering.

Pin had stayed behind at the stables, watching Y/N rush off. It was hard not to follow after them, but his anger for Mia was more prominent. And he trusted his best friend. Friend. Best friend. It was so much more than that. “You were going to steal my money?” He questioned Mia.

“They slapped me!” Mia finally registered, but Pin scoffed. Deserved in thousands of ways.

“It was well deserved. They’re one of your best riders, if not the best, and you’re not going to let them ride at nationals? Because you have some special vendetta against them?!” Pin’s volume raised a bit, but he simply gripped the money in his hand, bringing it back down.

“I won’t let them have some all heroic moments like Zoe has a million times.” At that, Pin rolled his eyes and scoffed. He turned, walking off towards where he’d left Elvis tied up. He looked up at the sky, shaking his head. Y/N was smart, and he trusted them. He trusted that they knew a storm was coming in. He had to get Elvis back too, meaning he couldn’t wait back for them> though he desperately wanted to. He had a habit of making sure everyone else was cared for before himself.

He sighed, mounting Elvis. He set off at a trot, deciding to stop by Zoe’s house to give her mother the money. He knew it’d be safe then. It was an easy enough exchange, but as he’d begun back for Holloway, the rain had started. Pin knew better than to ride in the rain, and he quickly set pace for the stables. The storm was one of the worst the island had seen in a while. When he’d entered the tack room, his eyes landed on Jade, who seemed frantic. He had a good idea what she was anxious about, but his suspicion was only confirmed as he heard the familiar neigh of Y/N’s horse, the panic clear. He rushed outside, despite the rain, seeing an empty H/N, he went eye wide. “Where’s Y/N?!” He wasn’t asking anyone in particular. He wasn’t even asking the horse, but based on Jade’s shaky breathing and the empty horse, everything clicked.

They were out in the storm.

“Dammit!” Pin knew he shouldn’t have let them go out so close to the storm arriving. Storms were unpredictable. Going out so soon to one, when it could come earlier, was stupid. He’d been blind by his rage, and he knew they’d been as well. He ran back into the tack room, quickly deciding to go after Y/N. Jade raced in though, her eyes heavy with worry.

“Pin, you could end up just like they are. We have to wait till morning!” Jade said. She knew how futile it was trying to get Pin to back down from this, but she had to try. If they both ended up out there, it would be ten times worse.

“Jade, it’s only ten degrees celsius. I wouldn’t be terribly worried if it was just that, but it’s also raining hard. If we leave Y/N out there in that storm, they could die from hypothermia. I’m going,” Pin stated, packing the backpack he’d grabbed from the tack. He took off his slightly damp sweater, shoving it into the backpack alongside a blanket and a few other essentials.

“Fine. Wherever they’re closest too, bring them there. Bright Fields, Holloway, your home, wherever. Just, make sure they’re safe.” Pin nodded, tossing the backpack on and then a coat. He hurried out of the tack room, slowly approaching H/N. He knew that if there was any chance of finding Y/N, he’d have to find them using their horse. Even if the horse was spooked. He’d been doing this long enough to calm it.

He tried to remember the few times he’d seem Y/N calm H/N. Being that Y/N was a little more on the wild side. Or as he declared, the fiercely loyal and determined side, their horse was as well. It reflected them perfectly. He stepped in front of the mare, his hands out in front of him.

“We gotta go find them. I know you’re spooked, but if we don’t, we could lose them. I don’t want to lose them, and I doubt you do either,” he called over the storm, catching the mare’s attention. It was clear she was still frightened, but Pin could sense some form of calm forming. A sense of determination. He sucked in a deep breath, slowly approaching her side before mounting her.

“Take me to them.”

Y/N didn’t remember when they’d fallen asleep, but they did. Dreams fluttered throughout their mind. Warm, inviting dreams. Ones of Pin and their teasing. Ones of soft moments when he’d open up to them. Or the first time they’d met Elvis, who Pin had declared loved them.

“He likes you,” Pin chuckled, smiling at Y/N, who was letting their hands brush down Elvis’ neck. They seemed so engulfed, and for a moment, Pin admired them. How the glow of the setting sun danced along their skin. How the wind blew against their cheeks, making them look flushed.

“Hm?” Y/N murmured, looking over at Pin. Their smile made his breath catch. They looked ethereal, and he’d engrave the picture he had of them there in his mind if it was the last thing he did.

“He loves you,” Pin managed to get out, nodding to Elvis. But it wasn’t Elvis he was talking about. He was talking about himself. About how whenever he looked at them he saw the brightest shining sun, defying the ones who were hell bent on burning you out.

Something cut through the dream, distorting it then. “Y/N!”

Calling to them, frantic. Y/N felt their dream shift, the clouds turning grey. They felt Pin’s hand rest on their shoulder. But it was icy cold, pushing them further into the darkness it seemed. “Y/N!” This time, the darkness was parting, and their eyes fluttered open. The icy cold was dissipating, warmth overtaking them as they were pulled into Pin’s arms.

“Pin?” They murmured, their voice hoarse and small. Pin above them nodded, helping them sit up. He watched them, seeing their bruised side, and how they were clearly disoriented, more fear coursed through him. It wasn’t helping that they were shivering, their lips beginning to turn a deep shade of blue. Had he gotten there in time?

“I’m here,” he spoke, taking out the sweater from the backpack, helping Y/N into it. They let a ghost of a smile grace their lips. It smelt of him, and they wanted to bury themself deep into it. Then the warmth of a blanket engulfed them, a small hum of thanks being heard from them.

“Talk to me, please,” Pin spoke, worry coating his voice in a way Y/N hadn’t ever heard before. They’d seen him be worried dozens of times, but it seemed like, in those moments, he was truly scared.

“Slapping Mia was the best decision I’ve ever made,” Y/N managed, their voice quiet, but there. It made Pin chuckle just slightly. He wasn’t surprised. Even during times of desperate measures, there they lay, making jokes. He pulled them into his arms, lifting them up and turning to H/N. He kept as steady as he could, climbing onto H/N with Y/N in his arms. It didn’t help that it was slippery, but when Pin did manage to, he sucked in a deep breath.

“Stay awake, please, Y/N,” his voice begged, unaware if they could hear. Y/N buried themself into the warmth Pin offered, their face in the crook of his neck, and their body pressed up against him. They felt a wave of exhaustion rush over them once more, but the sounds of H/N feet hitting the ground, and the bounce of the ride kept them just barely awake.

The next hour went by in a blur. Pin had decided to make his way to his house. He wasn’t sure how helpful waking up in either Bright Fields or Holloway would be for Y/N. It was either dealing with Mia, or dealing with Callum. Both were terrible options. So, he rode for his house.

“Dad!” He called as he arrived, lifting Y/N once more and hopping off of the horse. He dashed inside, seeing his dad enter the living room, rubbing his eyes. Pin made his way to his room. It was warmer than downstairs, seeing as he kept a small heater for nights like this. He placed Y/N onto the bed, his eyes filling with tears as he feared he’d been too late.

He managed to gather himself before the tears overtook him, removing the blanket. He dug through his drawers, picking out the closest things to their size he could find. He then changed them into the fry clothes, throwing the damp ones towards the stairs. His hands were shaky as he moved, but he knew he couldn’t stop. He could lose them if he did. When he finished doing everything he could, he looked between the chair and Y/N.

He slid behind them, pulling their still cold body to his warmer one. He let his fingers run through their damp hair, his eyes closing. The tears that had threatened to fall before now fell silently. He should’ve stopped them. He pulled them closer, his head resting back against the headboard of his bed. His own exhaustion took over, his eyes fluttering closed, his grip on Y/N staying steady and tight, as if he let them go, he’d lose them forever.

“Pin?” Y/N whispered, remembering the night before. Rain still poured, but the morning was there. The darkness parted fully, Pin being the light waiting. The warmth enveloping Y/N completely. He was there. He’d been the one to save them.

Pin stirred, his eyes flickering open. They glanced down towards the voice that had spoken, seeing Y/N awake. They were much warmer than the night before too. A smile overcame his features as he realized so, a small sound of relief following. “I thought you weren’t going to wake up . . . you were so cold.” His voice trembled slightly, his hand finding its way to their cheek.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone. Especially to deal with Mia.” Pin shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. They laughed as well, but Pin’s laugh died, letting himself take in the sound. He couldn’t cope with losing them. He hadn’t felt so lost since well . . . he’d lost his mother. This was even worse though. A feeling of imminent doom. A feeling of helplessness. As he’d done everything he could, and if it wasn’t enough, then he would’ve lost them.

Pin didn’t speak, his fingers gliding up, resting against Y/N’s cheek. They were so warm now. He thought of the glowing sun kissing their skin. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly. So many words went unspoken, and these ones were ones he wanted to say.

“I love you,” he murmured. Y/N’s laugh died almost immediately, their eyes shifting up to look at him. They couldn’t seem to form words, their lips parting. Instead, their hands left the blankets they’d been covered in, finding their way to the back of Pin’s neck and pulling him down to their lips.

The world slowed. Pin let his fingers caress their face, his lips moving with theirs in tandem. He felt a consuming force draw him closer, letting his other hand pull them up and closer to his body. Maybe it was the rain outside, or the sounds of the blankets shuffling as he pulled them up that made it perfect. Or how he became addicted to how soft their lips were against his, moving so perfectly against his own. Or how he wanted to claim them as his over and over again, declare how in love he was like it was a prayer on his lips.

Soft fingers moved to grip onto his hand against their waist, intertwining them. The softness he’d felt only intensified. His senses flooded with them. Them. It’s all he could think of. All he could feel. It’s all he wanted to feel. Their heartbeat loud, insistent and proclaiming. As if speaking to him and letting him know that they were alive, and there with him. That they were there with him.

“I love you too,” Y/N murmured against his lips, their voice soft. Unlike the night before when they’d been cold. “It’s why I defend you so much. It’s why I look for you in any crowd. It’s you, Pin, that makes everything make sense.”

Pin smiled against their lips, claiming their lips once more. “Never leave me.” The words were almost inaudible, but they were there.

“Never.”

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