#and the whole family absolutely teases him about it forever

[thisisallthehattersfault]

More of my extremely specific half-undead Wei Clan nonsense

It's kind of amazing how quickly you can get used to being woken up every thirty minutes to the sound of shrill screaming.

Not that it ever stops being awful, of course. Just that you eventually stop hoping it won't happen, and resign yourself to this being your future for the next year or so.

Xiao Xie is still mostly asleep, already clumsily moving to de-tangle herself from the warm circle of her husband's arms. She's stopped by Changze giving her a gentle squeeze, and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I goddit, m'love," he slurs. "You go back t' sleep."

The he is gone, and taking the warm circle of his arms with him. He pads across the room to lift their crying son from his cradle. A candle flickers to life, not nearly bright enough to disturb her rest should she decide to sleep on. Xiao Xie rolls over to watch her husband tend their baby.

Wei Changze tucks a-Ying into the crook of one arm and raises the other hand to his mouth. With practiced ease, he bites deep into the tip of his pinky finger, tearing at his own flesh, and offers the bleeding little stump for their hungry son to nurse on. She never gets tired of watching it; the way Changze's whole body curls around a-Ying, the adoring look on his face when he's the one feeding their baby. He looks adoring when she's the one nursing him too, of course, and he loves to come up to her and kiss her hair and her hands and the back of a-Ying's little head, but she thinks there's something special when it's Changze feeding a-Ying from his own body. Something that satisfies him.

"Does it matter?" She asks as the thought occurs to her. "How much of each he gets?"

Changze makes a thinking sound. Says "It won't hurt him or anything if he gets one more than the other, but blood is harder to wean from. Apparently a-Niang had a hard time birthing me, and she was sick for a long while after. She didn't have much milk to give, so Baba fed me almost entirely by himself, and I didn't wean completely until I was seven. Even when I started on solid food, I only wanted meat, and preferably raw."

"That explains why you're still such a big baby about eating your vegetables."

He pretends not to hear her, taking his finger back from a-Ying and draping a cloth over his shoulder to burp him against. Xiao Xie shifts the blankets around until she's completely hogged all of them, tucked around her on all sides like she's the filling of a dumpling. She closes her eyes. A moment later another thought occurs to her, and she pops her head back up. "Do you still need it?"

"You were supposed to go back to sleep, my love," Changze says. Then "You've seen me eat human flesh before."

"Yes, but only once, and it was two years ago! I didn't know if you only did that because you wanted to."

Changze makes more thinking sounds. And then he makes more thinking sounds, until Xiao Xie whines at him not to tease her and he relents. "I don't need it often, and it probably wouldn't kill me to quit entirely, but it wouldn't be pleasant. It would be like... hunger, but with your whole body, not just your stomach. There's a constant ache. It can make us stressed and anxious, twitchy. A-Ying, baobei, can you burp for me, please? You drank so much, your little belly is going to hurt if you don't."

"Will he need it?"

"Hm?"

She props herself up on her elbows. "If only I feed him, and we never give him any meat, will he be able to live like that? Safely, comfortably?"

In the dim candlelight, Changze lifts his head to look at her. It takes him a moment to reply. "Do you want him to?"

"I will not deny my son food," she says firmly. "If he needs it, then he will have it. I knew what you were before I married you."

"Ah, my love. I know." Her husband smiles at her, and she smiles back, and their baby finally lets out a wet little burp. With a full belly, he settles back down to sleep without fuss, and Xiao Xie settles back into the warm circle of her husband's arms, and gets some more sleep for herself.

#mdzs #the untamed #wei wuxian #Wei Changze #Cangse Sanren #Cannibalism #fun fact wwx doesn't remember that he needs human blood #and just assumes the chronic pain migranes and anxiety #are a combination of the effects of being homeless for a few years #and the stress of living at Lotus Pier #and it isn't until years later that he finally eats a proper meal #and realizes that he doesn't need to be uncomfortable and in pain at all times #granted he still has chronic pain from the whip scars but #every other part of him stops hurting #also fun fact both of Changze's older siblings weaned just fine #and the whole family absolutely teases him about it forever

[itsvelyria]

"types of smiles the f1 boys would love from their s/o"

happy show-your-loved-ones-you-love-them day!! 🤍🤎

Charles Leclerc

the shy smile: he fell in love with you when he saw that smile for the first time. he always knew you were too good, too nice to this cruel world and despite all the hardships you’d faced, you somehow still retained that innocence from childhood. that shy smile, all gentle and modest — he liked to think you reserved it solely for him, made his heart flutter like a schoolboy with their first crush all over again. your lowered eyes, radiating a certain charm he could never put to words. it was like he was cleansed from all the negativity that accompanied his line of work. maybe it would be better to say he was your devoted follower, begging his goddess for just a glimpse of her smile every so often.

Carlos Sainz

the loving smile: it wasn’t like Carlos had never had a crush before, hell he’s been in a long-term relationship before. but never has he felt the pull to you so strong before, even as you are right across him, laughing at something his sister said. his mind can only focus on the way your eyes sparkle at dinner with his family, mapping the crinkles beside them. and as the gaze he is dying to have land on him does, the bright smile shifts, edges softening into fondness, the slight raise of your eyebrows asking what he needed. he reaches across the table, greedily needing to feel your warmth too, wanting this moment to last forever.

Danny Ricciardo

the smirk: he can see it taunting him even from a few feet away, in the neon pink glow of the club. you were teasing him, challenging him after a casual remark about how you had no game. the glances you send up at the second level where he hung by the railing shoots sparks of green fury in him. he should have known better; you were nothing if not confident and it was evident in the guy you had been grinding against for the past 15 minutes. he hated everything about this, his skin felt like it was on literal fire, and he had half a mind to go down to the floor to drag you away. perhaps Max had a point, maybe he needed to face the reality that he had feelings for you.

George Russell

the warm smile: miles away from your hometown, new cities every week, away from everything and everyone he'd ever known, you were his anchor. your presence grounded him when it felt like the world was spiralling away and he had absolutely no control over anything. he waited as you spoke to a member of the team, the warm smile on your face taking the tension out of the new girl. it was the same smile you brought to restaurants and parties, making the people around feel at home. it was the same smile you gave him in his moments of uncertainty. you bounded over happily, saying something about the same school, with the new girl trailing behind and as he smiled at his colleague, something in his brain told him that things may change and ebb away but your smile could never.

Lando Norris

the proud smile: his whole life, he’s been working to be the best – to stand on the topmost step of the podium and hold that trophy up, to have people acknowledge him as a great driver, the best in the world. and he’s one step closer, the first race win of his career, a step towards greater things. he could feel the elation emitting from his entire team, but the pats on his back and cheers from his team couldn’t compare with that beam on your face. even all the way up on the podium, the only thing he was focused on was your face and how it resembled a mother hen looking on her chick. he pumps the trophy higher, the sense of pride bursting in his chest and all he could think about was how he was going to be a better driver, a better man, for you.

Lewis Hamilton

the comforting smile: it was the slightest tilt of your lips, the light from his nightstand outlining the soft frame of your body. the smile in your voice was easy to detect even as he laid his head on your tummy, exhausted from a long day of endless meetings and emails. sometimes, he wonders why he works so hard. his life has already amounted to so much and he had accumulated enough life experience to know the most important thing was family and his sweetheart. and then its nights like this, when the world beyond your sanctuary is dead asleep and everything fades away, leaving only what mattered: the gentle vibration under his head and your sweet lullaby and smile telling him nothing was more important than this moment right now.

Max Verstappen

the smiling eyes: the Internet had never been a nice place to him. sneers and belittling comments deterring him from ever going on there if he had a choice. but as a 3-time World Champion, his social media obligations were more important than before. when you two started dating, he wanted to keep it private. everything bad in the world, in his opinion, had no chance of ever hurting you as long as he was around. which is also why he never brought you to races. the fewer the interactions between you, the less there was for the media to scrutinize. but it was moments like this, as the camera pans to you in the garage. your face is hidden but your eyes are bright and admiring him in his element, your name broadcasted with his beneath, told to whoever was watching, that he bookmarks the image in his mind.

#f1 headcanons #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #george russell fluff #george russell x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x reader #formula one fluff #formula one x reader #my writing #itsvelyria

[pahtoosh]

Hi, I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment, but I figured I’d try anyway!

Would you be willing to write about Stucky and their little having a day out together? Like going to the zoo, the aquarium, or perhaps go swimming? Whatever you feel like writing is fine, even it is an entirely different activity!

I absolutely adore your work, so I can’t wait to see where you will take this idea 🩷

sleeping with the fishes

[image ID: a gif of fish swimming. /.end ID]

masterlist

sfw but 18+

wc: ~780 words

warnings: lots of being picked up and carried, not proofread

a/n: thank you so much for your kind words! this is such a sweet request, it’s my favorite thing to just write about a fun and fluffy day😁i hope you enjoy this and that i didn’t make you wait too long😅

pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

summary: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium

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“Woah, woah! Slow your roll, fish patrol.”

“There’s no time, Baba! We have to go the ‘quarium!” It was almost unreal how quickly you were moving while simultaneously not getting any closer to the front door. You were running out to the car when Bucky stopped you with a grip on the back of your jacket. That didn’t stop you from jogging midair, though.

“Ah-quarium.” He plopped you onto the small bench in the entryway. “And I’m pretty sure there’s enough time for you to at least put on some shoes before we leave the house.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you so he could help you get on a pair of sneakers. He made sure to double knot the laces, knowing that you would have no patience for getting your shoes retied today.

“Dada! Are you almost ready?!” you shouted down the hall.

Steve sped walked out of your room with a backpack of stuff. “Almost! There’s a lot to pack for a full day out of the house.”

You whined and tried stomping your feet, forgetting that Bucky was still putting on your shoes.

“Hey, no whining and no kicking Baba,” Steve reprimanded. “We’ll get there with plenty of time to spare, baby. The fish aren’t going to swim away.”

“They might,” Bucky teased.

“Nooooo!”

“Buck, c’mon.”

Bucky grinned mischievously and gave you ticklish kisses on your face before helping you off the bench. “I’m only kidding, angel. Let’s get you in the car and buckled up while we wait for Dada.”

After what felt like a million hours, you were finally at the aquarium. Your daddies went over some safety rules while you were still in the car and once you showed that you understood, it was go time.

There were so many exhibits to discover. The tanks seemed to go on forever, all with different species of fish, snails, crabs, turtles, and other animals that you’d never seen before.

The aquarium offered something for the whole family. Still a science nerd, Bucky enjoyed reading the information cards placed by the tanks. Some of the animals and their habits reminded him so much of the aliens he read about in his sci fi novels. Steve was keeping a mental note of the animals he wanted to draw for you later. He even took pictures of a few to serve as a reference. Meanwhile, you practically had your nose pressed on the glass, just admiring the fish with an overwhelming sense of wonder.

When you saw something especially cool, you’d tug on the sleeve of your nearest daddy and point. You couldn’t just witness something so special and not share it. One of the best moments was when you pointed out a scuba diver in the large tank to your Dada. The diver noticed you and started a game of rock, paper, scissors through the glass.

One of the safety rules for the day was that you had to either wear a leash backpack or hold a daddy’s hand the whole time. In the beginning, you chose to hold hands, but then you switched to the backpack for more freedom(and because your daddies either walked too slowly or had no idea which tanks were ones to stop and stare at and which ones just needed a quick glance).

You could’ve stayed at the aquarium forever, but eventually it was time to go home. Steve and Bucky could tell you were getting sleepy. You got a little more clumsy, often getting tangled in your backpack leash, and asked them to hold you more often. Your daddies suspected that some of the requests to be carried had nothing to do with needing to see from a higher point, and much to do with your tired legs.

“This was the last tank, bubba. Now we’re going to the gift shop and then going home, okay?” Steve said.

You sighed. “Okay, Dada. Can I take a picture of the jellyfish first? Please?”

“Yes you can, baby. Good manners.” Steve held you still while you took a photo of the jellyfish tank with your camera.

As the three of you went to the gift shop, you asked Bucky to hold your camera so you could hold your hands behind Steve’s neck and place your head on his shoulder. He of course said yes. Your Baba also snapped a sneaky shot of Steve carrying sleepy little you using your camera.

You were practically already dozing off by the time you made it to the gift shop, but your daddies still went in and asked if you wanted anything to remember this trip by. You ended up leaving with a beluga whale plush, which you cuddled with the entire way home.

#inspiration has struck!! #stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #littlespace fics #sleeping with the fishes #sleeping-with-the-fishes #toosh writes #little being carried

[came-out-of-the-coffin-desisted]

not to out of left field dragon age post, but i’m thinking of replaying origins and it made me think about how like. mahariel and tamlen are definitely old enough to be married/bonded by dalish standards, and they’ve been friends for at least a fews years if not their whole lives (and it’s probably their whole lives honestly) so they’ve had time to get bonded.

so the implication is that either a) they haven’t gotten their shit together enough to tell each other how they feel much before like. the week origins begins OR b) the elders wouldn’t allow them to bond, the way they wouldn’t let mahariel’s parents bond, and eventually they relented. and i know a lot of people like the first one and i agree that it is like. nicer to the characters. but the second one makes me go INSANE because it’s like. we think you’re too immature, or maybe just one of you is, you’re too impetuous, you don’t think before you act, and you egg each other on, or one of you is too devoted to hold the other one back. whichever it is, it’s a matter of worrying they won’t be good for each other— they don’t approve of the match.

until someone (probably ashalle or marethari herself) intervenes, and the FIRST thing, the very first thing that happens is they find that cave. no matter how it happened— if tamlen refused to go back to prove that he was worthy, if they egged each other on, if mahariel led tamlen forward— they WERE bad for each other, but not out of malice. out of love. and afterwards, when mahariel is a warden and tamlen is gone from them forever (even if they will, unbeknownst to them, see him again, just in the most horrifying way possible,) i can just imagine them sitting up nights, afraid to sleep because of the horrible dreams, alternatively blaming the elders for not letting them be together sooner and blaming themselves for not going back, for not making him go back.

in the gauntlet, the spirit or demon or whatever it is takes the form of tamlen, taunts them about their failure, about their waking fucking nightmare.

and months later, when there have been so many loses that they’re sort of numb to it all, when they’ve made a new family and maybe fallen in love again, when they’re living every day like it could be their last (because it could be,) they wake up one night in a cold sweat, or they’re in the middle of ~something~ with their new partner, and shrieks ambush their camp. they have to come out and fight, back to back with their new family, with their lover— they finish the fight covered in blood, every inch the warden, every inch the hero of ferelden. and in the aftermath, there he is. the ghost of the one person they never thought they’d lose, their best friend, the soulmate they were /supposed/ to have. and he’s a ghoul, he’s dying, and if they don’t kill him, the blight will force their hand.

and then there’s one fucking line with alistair about it. you can’t follow up on it. …but imagine if you could. imagine if the warden absolutely melts down afterward. imagine if they got to feel, for once, the ENORMITY of what they’ve lost, the enormity of what the blight took from them, which they’ll never get back, even if they have people they love. even if they live through it all, they save the world, now they’re the warden commander and they get to live free of fear—they’ll still never be one half of the happy elder couple who laughs and jokes and says ‘yes’ to every match because they believe in love over all. they’ll never get to see merrill become keeper and tease her about how pompous she was as a kid, they’ll never have children. they’ll never hunt again, never sit with the halla and smile about the beauty of the world.

in a lot of ways i think that the elven wardens lose the least, because they gain power they’d otherwise never have— but they still lose things. there is no easy way to become a warden. the only way that a warden loses nothing by joining is if they had nothing to lose at all.

#anyway. #warden mahariel #tamlen #dragon age: origins #dao #da:o #da: origins

[beanghostprincess]

Trans buggy is my lifeblood and I am SO HAPPY YOU LOVE HER TOO and I'm feral I'm shaking the bars of my cage FUCK I LOVE WOMEN

Like. Yes. Absolutely, Shanks and Buggy have little bits and pieces of ALL their parents, specifically Ray and Roger but No Adult Was Safe From Their Assimilated Found Family, Alright?

Shanks does this one movement when he's showing off and being SILLY about it that he picked up from Oden. Buggy uses chopsticks more easily than forks and spoons, which is mind boggling to those who know her and how clutzy she is.

Crocus was the KING of unexpected and frankly terrifying threats, something Buggy learned like a damned religion. Shanks got his penchant for Gay Uncle On Holiday clothes and patterns from him.

A lot of Shanks' attacks and swordplay was taught to him by Roger and Rayleigh, so his style is a mix of their own with a TWIST that's all him. Buggy wasn't as interested in swordsmanship, but she certainly isn't a novice at it. The forms and katas to her are meditative, and she can't really sit still for normal meditation ((AuDHD Buggy my beloved)) so THIS is her way of grounding. Her knife fighting is also derived from Ray's style, with quick, devasting blow that focus more on backlash damage, Haki and agility.

Buggy and Shanks both have Roger's grin, and when Rayleigh sees them, grown and side by side and beaming and greeting him so warmly, part of him breaks and heals and splinters and oozes love. He of course will not show weakness and instead teases them, as is his love language.

Also consider Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims. Stuff's normal at first until they give the kids some children's books. Cue "what is a dad? What is a mom?" questions. The adults answer them, and the kids simply nod before wandering off again.

Then, a few hours later, Buggy feels a tiny hand tug-tug at her pants. It's two little dark haired tykes, big saffron and violet eyes staring up at her. She blinks. "What's up, munchkins?"

"Mother, we want a snack and fathers are busy."

"Oh. Yeah, sure thing, sweeties, let me ju- WAITWHAT-?!"

Shanks is frothing, seething, crying in the window like a Victorian woman betrayed when he gets word that Buggy and the other two have "sons". He then proposes they have a baby too, to be fair.

Then the kids call him uncle or father twice removed and he is suddenly living his best life wdym he's gonna be the BEST uncle ever, hey kids wanna go harass people-?

Buggy is BEYOND flustered but she's also.... really flattered? Shanks wants a baby? With HER?? Like a real, whole ass baby. Wow. And she already has two sons! Maybe. Her little Birdie seems a tad unphased by the concept of gender anyway, so she won't push. She has two kids. And Shanks wants a third. Wow. Wow~ ♡

And then Crocodile has to go and ruin it by suggesting the kids stay with "auntie Al" for the weekend, while the guys see if they can get that baby idea rolling~

Buggy proceeds to blush so hard she's STEAMING and promptly faints.

I FUCKING LOVE WOMEN TOO!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMING THIS EVERYWHERE I GO!!!!!!!!!

Both of them having traits of all their parents and role models and keeping them with them forever,, When Rayleigh sees them again he's so fond of their little gestures and :(( He loves them so so much.

Also, the whole thing about Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims is just so so cute. And them calling Buggy 'mom'??????? Crying and sobbing, idk. Cute family that is not dysfunctional but pretty much not normal my beloved.

Honestly, Buggy as a mom just feels so right. But especially as an adoptive mom, you know? She just keeps seeing outcasts and understanding them so well and wanting to take care of them. Tbh, Shanks and Buggy should just,, Find a kid in a treasure chest and keep the baby.

#your asks are always so good #sorry short answer this time i am exhausted today but i wanted to respond to this aefkjbejkf #BUT IT'S SO GOOD I SWEAR I LOVE IT #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #shuggy

[lithiumfae]

Sirius Black as your boyfriend:

nsfw under the line!!!!! filth, absolute filth. you’ve been warned.

Sirius and James are the biggest flirts but while James is the type to act a fool when he is trying to get with someone (send them a thousand letters asking them out, get a whole class to sing them a song, etc), Sirius is the complete opposite. He is used to girls being into him just because he is Sirius Black so he doesn’t really try to court anyone. So when he sees you for the first time and you pay him no mind, his brain shortcuts and he is like “Are they insane? Blind?”

At first he thought he hated you. Poor boy had yet to develop the other half of his brain so he couldn’t fathom the idea that the funny feeling in his chest was attraction and not hatred.

Oh, the confusion. When he would see you being nice to Snape… coughitwasjealousyallalongcoufgh.

Fast forward to when he finally sorted himself out. He couldn’t help but annoy you until you felt like pulling his hair so hard you left him with a bald spot. Insufferable little man.

“Oh, you like me sooo much”

The type to ask you to read him a book he’s been wanting to read forever but he’s a little lazy (while he rests his head on your chest)

He’d be upset if you went too long without babying him but won’t tell you what’s wrong because he’s lowkey embarrassed.

Jealousy. One of his red flags for sure!!!

Although he distanced himself from his family and their world he just can’t stop acting like the “gentleman” he was raised to be. Meaning that he has a hard time talking about his feelings, he can go days acting cold before you force an explanation out of him.

Sometimes he gets upset when he sees the way Lily babies James and he’s like “Why don’t I get the same treatment?” (from you ofc) but he prefers to keep it to himself. This along with his jealous tendencies makes for some explosive arguments.

It took months of working together as a couple to get him to say what he is feeling, it was a process.

If you thought he was all talk… let me tell you just how WRONG you were.

He can back up his confidence with actual skills, if you know what I mean.

His every day teasing and his annoying antics were sings of how he behaves in bed. He laughs when you let out a moan slightly louder than the last one, he enjoys making you feel embarrassed.

The type to ask “Yeah?” in a mocking and condescending tone.

A big fan of fingering because it gives him full control and he gets to be “unaffected” by it all.

Eye contact, 100%.

Also the type to make you ride him just so he can lay back and give you one of those cocky smiles. One arm cushioning his head, the other other holding your hip.

One of the side effects of him being raised to one day be the head of his family is that he enjoys being in control. But he is also very childish at times so in bed it translates to playfulness and domination. A weird mix of laughs, pleasure and also a bit of anger when he teases you too much.

Not a big fan of oral because he doesn’t like not being in control of his body. Meaning he is a lot more sensitive than he lets on but he rather be dead than admit it. Blowjobs turn his brain into goo.

Definitely an ass man. Bonus points if you have squishy thighs.

He is so easily turned on. The equivalent of a victorian man sweating after seeing ankles fr. You could be changing your shirt and he stares at your bare shoulders for a little too long and boom, a boner. Oh you grabbed one of his knees while talking to someone? Boner. You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, you guessed it, instant boner.

Loves when you pull his hair, definitely enjoys a little pain. Scratches, hair pulling, a second round right after cumming, etc, he enjoys all that.

All in all, prepare yourself to be flustered beyond human limits, your heart could give out.

R.I.P brave soldier.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x yn #sirius black #marauders era #harry potter headcanons

[astoryisaloveaffair]

Fix You - Chapter 14: Enjoy the Silence

Gif by @hunterschafer

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: The final heat...

Word Count: 7k

Rating: R

Chapter Warnings: Cussing, violence. I will not be warning anything else due to spoiling the story. We are all grown. You can stop reading when you want to.

A/N: Has it really been a year? I wish I had a better excuse than "I haven't been doing great." But that's what it is. I've had huge changes in my life. New job, new career, new goals, and a greater sense of self-worth. I'm feeling a lot better. But my new schedule is busy! Hopefully you can forgive me for such a long cliffhanger.

Finally, a heads up. This has been the arc I have been working towards for almost two years, and I'm not going to waver. Just stick with me like you have been. It’ll be worth it.

I also did the absolute most and made a specific playlist just for this chapter here.

Forever thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, shared, boosted, made content for, and supported me. It meant a lot and definitely kept this fic in the back of my mind. As always, most love to my girl @musings-of-a-rose who has tolerated me being a shitty friend for a whole ass year, and always talking things through with me in life and in this fic. Cheers.

Suggested Songs: Depeche Mode "Enjoy the Silence", Fitz and the Tantrums: "Out of My League", Lizzo "Truth Hurts", Michael Kiwanuka "Cold Little Heart", Cigarettes After Sex "Cry", Guster "Demons"

Frankie and you decided to break your apartment lease starting October 1st. Fall term started on the 30th of August, and you wanted time to settle into your schedule before planning a move. You spent almost all your time at his house anyway, only stopping back at your apartment for more clothes. Frankie had already given you a row of drawers to keep your things in.

You’d honestly never been happier, both on cloud 9 and it never faded, you were incredibly excited to begin this new start with Frankie and Gabi. It all seemed to have happened so fast. It had only been five months, you hadn’t even told your family about him yet, mostly to avoid comments on the age gap. 

You were relieved the hiccup in your relationship settled, you didn’t like feeling unsure or that someone resented you. When you started feeling secure again, you clung to it. That sparkle of joy was hard to keep in check.

You picked your Fall schedule out together and spent the remaining weeks of summer basking in your relationship, playing with Gabi, going out with the guys, and constant fucking. But your most favorite thing was still lying on the couch with Frankie, teasing each other and watching bad TV.

“This is simultaneously the best and worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I don’t understand how they achieved this.”

Frankie shrugs, reaching to your lap for the giant bowl of popcorn, his eyes still glazed to the TV where Mad Max: Fury Road is playing. “I dunno. Who cares? It’s cars and chaos!”

“And Tom Hardy. And Charlize Theron.”

He pinches you on the waist, acting threatened by your thirst just to tease you. “You ever been to a demo derby? This kind of reminds me of it.”

You sit up from where your back is resting against his chest. “Um, no? Isn’t that kind of…for rednecks?”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but Benny and Will are rednecks. But no, it’s for anyone who likes cars crashing into each other. There’s actually one at the fair every year. We always go to it. You should come.”

“I’m not going to a demo derby.”

“Aw come on! It’ll be fun! First time for Gabi too, and there’s rides and games and funnel cake and fried oreos—” He pauses as you hold your hand up to silence him.

“I’ll go. You had me at ‘funnel cake.’”

The fair is packed. The final hurrah of the summer before kids return to school and university students dive back into their studies. The derby started at 8 PM sharp, you, Dali, and the boys got there plenty early to look around a bit, get some food, and find seats.

You forgo any typical entree and go right for the funnel cake, heaping fruit and extra powdered sugar on it until the plate is a big mound of sweet. The guys had talked you up on this for days, Benny wouldn’t shut up about it, and you found yourself excited to watch. Your legs bounce impatiently as you scarf down your cake, breaking off pieces here and there to feed to Gabi and your boys.

The seats were bleachers, hard metal planks that hurt your butt and back and caught vibration from every footfall, but Pope sat behind you so you could lean back against his legs to be more comfortable. 

It’s a long wait. The bleachers eventually fill up, you certainly had the best seat in the house (thank you Will), and you could see the hoods up of participating cars behind the commentator podium. The air is musty, the odor of wet dirt from a quick August shower earlier that day.

When the first round of vehicles start revving their engines, Frankie pulls some earphones for Gabi and secures it to her head. Once he’s sure she’s comfortable, he quickly runs you through the basic rules. “So there’s several ‘heats’, and which heat you’re in is based on how many cylinders the car has. Last car moving is the winner, but you can’t just avoid the other cars the whole time. No continuing if your car starts sparking from the engine, no hitting the driver side door, and no hitting anyone who’s already out.” 

“Wait, cars catch on fire in this?”

Before Frankie can answer, the announcer calls out the first heat and you almost choke at the state of the cars coming out. They were completely dilapidated, windows punched out and hood frames reinforced with extra steel. It looked like each entry had about 5 different parts all from different cars, horrendous paint jobs, and one of them even had a stuffed dinosaur duct taped to the hood. Some of them looked like they had already been hit by cars, parts hanging off and bumpers pressing in on itself. None of these cars would last at all. There’s no way...

The rink was surrounded by giant cement cinder blocks creating a large “rink” type area. The contestants lined the front bumpers of their vehicles up parallel to each other at the barricades separating the cars from the bleachers, alternately revving their engines during the countdown.

“Okay, so, usually we all pick the car we think is going to win.” Benny says. You lean forward to look over the assortment of jacked up cars for this heat, eventually settling on an old Toyota Corolla painted a matte black. Benny chooses the dino car, Will chooses a Dodge Stealth with it’s headlights hanging outside the socket, Dali and Pope argue over a Ford Taurus whose back end was already smashed into the back seats, and Frankie chooses a Chevy Impala, which you immediately regret not taking because it has such a long front and back end. Lots of room for smashing and being able to keep going.

Gabi jumps up and down on Frankie’s lap as he points out things to her over the sounds of engines and a countdown, and then the cars are off off, engines roaring and dirt kicking up as they all reverse at full speed, several of them crunching up in the middle while others circle around the perimeters.

It soon becomes clear to you that there is no rhyme or reason to which car makes it and which doesn’t. Pope’s Taurus didn’t even start and is eliminated after 2 minutes of no movement, and whoever is driving the boxy piece of shit Honda Accord that Dali had to select is a fucking maniac, winding and weaving at full speed backwards, hitting whoever gets in their way. Her choice is the winner of that heat. 

Most of them are driving backwards, and Will tells you it’s because they are trying to protect the engine. You deflate in your seat a little in disappointment, but he assures you that as the heat winds down and there's fewer cars taking up the space, the drivers and announcer will get impatient and they will hit each other head to head.

You’re shocked at how much you enjoy it. At one point a car hits the passenger side door of another so hard that it is pushed up and onto the barricade wall from the inertia, hanging from an angle as the crowd jeers and shrieks in excitement. One car flips over completely, another’s engine bursts into flames and the crowd all starts crying out caution because the announcer can’t see it. You’ve never seen anything like it before and there was so much fire you were sure the whole thing would blow up, but the driver slid out the glassless driver’s side window like it was no big deal and walked it off.

There is something satisfying about two cars hitting each other at full speed, the bodies of them crunching, wheels hanging off axles, bumpers being dragged behind and run over by other drivers, cars with mangled pieces becoming stuck to each other so they can’t separate until another car hits them, tires completely gone and cars only moving on its hubs. It’s chaos in a safe format, a way to experience destruction and violence in a way that feels good and unharmful. 

Gabi has never been so amazed in her entire life, her mouth hangs open and she wriggles against her dad to see everything, laughing every time a collision happens. The audience oohs and ahhs and boos and screams and cheers and teases, you and your friends join the clamor as you have your own mini competition with yourselves.  

Giant fork tractors come into the arena area to lift the cars that can’t move anymore, some guys are able to get theirs back up and running, driving them to the sides to shape up for the final Battle Royale.

The final heat is fucking wild. All the cars that were already battered enough before they even began to come back out, returned to do another round for the final winner. With all the action you’d barely even noticed that contestants whose cars were still driveable had spent the remaining heats beyond the barricades hammering and reforming their vehicles enough to compete again. 

And at the end, the winner of all faces the crowd, pulls off their helmet to reveal a thick curly mass of long hair.  The winner is a woman. You and Dali cheer until your throats hurt.

It’s over too soon. There’s a mass exodus the instant the derby is over, the packed stadium standing and pouring down the stairs pressing so tight that you and your boys decide to hang back until it thins out. You lead the way, Frankie’s large and warm hand grazing your waist as you slowly move down the stairs and back out into the fair, turning to wait for the rest of your friends to make it out.

“What next?” Benny says when you are all reunited. “More food? Games? Rides?”

“I’m not eating more before getting on rides, let's do those now.” Says Frankie, grumbling as he hears you tease him with Benny. He whips his head around to glare at you. “Just you wait until you get older and start getting sick on rides, I cannot wait to make fun of you back.”

The wait for the ride tickets is long, but it leaves plenty of time for the group to decide how many are needed. Who is riding what, who isn’t, what pairings and who will watch Gabi on the rides she can’t do. You’re surprised when Will and Pope back out of the Zipper, leaving you and Benny as a pairing for that.

Riding it was a mistake. The ride is basically a giant airborne conveyer belt with completely enclosed containers for people hanging off it that were 360 degree capable. And it lasted FOREVER. You lose some of your funnel cake behind the ride out of sight, threatening violence on Benny if he outs you to the others. 

But it didn’t stop you from riding The Freak Out immediately afterwards, a rotating pendulum swing that made you feel like you were going to be catapulted out of your seat. The ride seated 4 groups of 4 so that in between squeezing your eyes shut, you could catch watery glimpses of Benny red-faced and cackling hysterically, Will’s chants of “ohfuckohfuckohfuckOHfuckOHFUCKOHSHIT FUCCCCCCK!”, and Frankie looking…absolutely fine. It was almost disturbing really, he was calm and collected, the only hint that this might have been something other than a nice drive in his truck was his giant smile, the tears leaking from his squinted eyes, his chocolate curls whipping around in the breeze as his hands clutch his hat in his lap with a steel grip.

“How the fuck were you so calm?!” You gasp as you stumble off the rickety landing platform. You hadn’t moved yet you felt like you had run a mile, your heart was beating so fast from the adrenaline it almost felt like you might have a heart attack. 

Frankie shrugs. “Feels like a copter in a bad air current.” 

You simply stare blinking. 

“No, he’s always like this. Like this one time, we were flying in a helo over the Andes mountains, and—”

A sharp stare from Frankie that he tries to hide from you makes Benny backpedal. 

“Uhhh yea we were flying over some mountains and the air current was wild but we got over the mountains just fine and everything was fine and we were fine.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, that same feeling of not being told something creeping up. You hate it. You push it back down, swallowing heavily to center yourself. “So I assume you were fine.”

“Yea. Yea. Cat is a good pilot.” 

You hum, the panic still not leaving your chest.

Frankie grabs your hand as you walk. “It happened a lot, I just got used to it.”

“It happened a lot?”

“Yea. I mean, sometimes we were flying through shit climates, sometimes even pursued. Doesn’t make for a smooth ride. I’m just used to it. They always scream bloody murder though.” Frankie smiles softly.

“Oh.”

You go silent, continuing to walk to the next destination: the scrambler. You had already established you would not ride and Dali wanted some funnel cake herself, so she heads off while you stay off to the side with Gabi to watch, lost in your own thoughts.

“Just don’t fucking talk about that, none of that. That never happened.” Frankie seethes to Benny as they are strapped into the ride. 

“Sorry dude, I can’t read your thoughts. I figured she knew.”

“No. I don’t want her to know. No one else needs to know about it.”

Benny falls silent, looking to Will beside him. Pope lowers his head, choosing to say nothing.

“Catfish…you have to.” Says Will.

“No the fuck I don’t. I never want her to know. If she knows…she’ll actually see ‘real me’. ‘Fuck-up me.” And I don't want her to yet. I don’t want to lose her yet. I don’t want her to be afraid. Stop fucking looking at me like that.”

They stop. But only because the ride starts, and they can’t see anything other than blurs.

You hate this feeling, this fluttering in your stomach like something is wrong but your heart knows, it knows it’s fine. It has to be. Your mind is spinning, trying to combat the rising anxiety clenching in your chest, doing gymnastics to find reasons to not be alarmed.

He’s not lying about something. He’s not. …He promised….I’m just overthinking this…

You can’t. You refuse to even think about it. Confronting the terrible possibility that you might’ve done it again, you might have thrown yourself all in to someone only to—-no. 

He’s not lying. He’s not. …He promised….he’s different. I’m just overthinking this…

You can feel butterflies bubbling in your stomach and you feel like you might throw up. Fucking men. You huff in frustration and try to distract yourself with your surroundings, watching people on rides, sharing funnel cake. Your eyes scan over two men staring at you silently by a skewered chicken cart and in your current mood it makes you furious. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” You growl at them. They say nothing and slowly walk away, disappearing into the crowd. Fucking. Men.

You try not to let your emotions show. You sit back while Gabi goes on some rides for her age, using the time to rehydrate and calm yourself down. Living through Gabi’s joy helps.. She’s having a blast, choosing a different person to pair with for each time ride. Pope in the Wacky House, the Helicopters with her dad, Benny on the mini Viking ship. Once you feel better you join in to play bumper cars (Will and Gabi win) and ride the high-rise swings with her seated in the cool metal chair next to you, Benny singing along to the ambient speakers playing “Out of My League” so loud eventually all the other teens on the ride join in.You enjoy the mini coaster more than you thought you would considering it’s for kids Gabi’s age, you and Dali are the only others who can fit in the seats, no matter how hard Benny tried. It was easy to quickly forget.

After the coaster, Gabi begins to slow down, so you hit the fried oreo stand, paying for several batches despite protestation and alternately feeding everyone as the group slowly walks through the agricultural parts of the fair. It’s calmer here, the air warm and quiet. The pathway is less crowded so Gabi is able to frolic around on the walkway in front of you safely. 

You walk through every barn, stopping to pet every animal. She’s a natural with them. Completely fearless, not one flicker of apprehension as she approaches cows and horses that are easily 6 times her height, paying close attention to her dad in how to not spook them. Everyone finds the goats to be the favorite because of the sounds they make. Even more so when Frankie engages in a screaming contest back and forth with a bunch of them until someone shoos them out of the pavilion.

Soon, all the sugar Gabi consumed rears its ugly head in the rabbit barn, she throws a fit when Frankie won’t let her get a pet rabbit and you only just catch her upper arm in time to keep her from collapsing on the filthy barn floor. You’re surprised she held out so long. Even you were crashing and getting tired. Also, the rabbits were ridiculously cute.

“Listen Gabi, how about we ride the ferris wheel? Would you like that?” You kneel before her, swiping the tears off her cheeks as she catches her breath. “It goes really high! Higher than the swings!” She nods, sniffing in a snot bubble as she takes your hand. The two of you lead the way, and as you get closer and closer, you start to regret your decision. 

It’s much taller than the Freak Out. By more than 100 feet. It doesn’t look very stable either.

“Wait...this…this looks kind of high, don’t you think?” You turn to the guys, trying to conceal the wavering in your voice. You were scared enough at 70 feet. This was more like 200.

“Height requirement says she’s fine. And it’s enclosed, goes really slow. Come on.” Frankie takes you by the hand and your heart leaps into your throat, your feet skidding across the lawn as you try to pull back. 

A light shove pushes you forward and you turn to glare at Will as he smirks down at you. “If you don’t go I’m never going to let you hear the end of it. Not after you called us “old and broken down.”

Well shit.

“Fine.”

You’re shaking when it’s your turn, the group mad dashing to three cars next to each other so you could talk throughout. Benny pairs with Pope, Gabi is vibrating with excitement as she’s put into a carriage by Will and Dali, and Frankie is beaming as he motions you towards the left car. He pats your butt as you gingerly step in, waiting until you’re seated before joining you and taking your hand. 

“Babe…are you okay?”

You swallow, grateful it’s dark enough he can’t see you trembling. “Yep. I’m good.” 

He leans forward in his seat, the glowing phosphorescence of the lights of the ride and around the fair bathing him halfway in a multicolored glow. tThe colors and shadows fold into the angles of his face like rainbow chiaroscuro, an angular stained glass window. He takes your hand again, yours is swallowed in his palm and you close your eyes as he rubs his thumb across the top. The dark beat of Depeche Mode pounds against your chest and echoes in your ears and you briefly imagine this is what it must feel like to drop acid.

“Your hands are really sweaty…and you’re breathing really fast. Are you sure you’re okay? Hey…” He squeezes your palm and you open your eyes to meet his. “It’s okay if you’re scared. I won’t joke anymore about it, I’m sorry.”

You swallow. “It’s just really really high.”

Frankie watches the ride operator out of the corner of his eye passing their car as he makes sure everyone is safely locked in before tugging on your arm slightly. You slide forward minutely, he meets you more than halfway with his large limbs and rests his hands on your hips. You gasp as the ride jolts and begins rolling, lifting the cabs up in the air. His calloused fingertip pushes your head back up.

“How about I distract you.” He murmurs, shifting forward one inch more, tilting his neck as his soft pouty lips meet yours. 

You close your eyes, trying to lose your self awareness into him and his mouth and the soft skin of his nose that bumps your cheek and tickles your nose with its little breaths. 

The lift mechanism suddenly shudders, clunking over something and it feels like when you run over a squirrel in your car. You inhale sharply against Frankie’s lips as your cab jostles back and forth. Not much, but enough for you to slam yourself back against your seat and clutch the seat bottom as hard as you can. Your heart beats wildly and you imagine the ride breaking and dropping you on the ground to be crushed to death by this stupid fucking metal cab.

You feel pressure on your knees and look down, focusing hard to not see double from fear. Frankie cups both in his hands, thumbs lightly stroking the inside of your thighs. “It’s okay.” He reassures, squeezing your knees once more. “Probably an under-greased cog, it’s nothing. They test these things like 50 times a day.”

You simply stare, forcing yourself to nod. 

“Close your eyes.”

You open your mouth to argue then close it and obey. You trust Frankie, and it can’t be any worse. 

“Just focus on me. And…you hear the music? It’s called “Enjoy the Silence.” I was obsessed with this song when it came out. And can you hear Benny below us? I can hear Gabi laughing too. We’re all okay, you’re okay too.”

You bite your lips into your mouth, focusing on the song and Frankie’s husky voice. The meditative synth pop calms you, and the carefree voices of your friends below does help calm you, but you can’t slow down your heartbeat. 

“I’m okay. Just too much adrenaline.”

The hands on your knees slide up your bare thighs and wrap around the bottoms of them. Frankie pulls you forward in your seat with a smirk. “I’m feeling a little amped up too.”

“Frankie.”

He doesn’t respond, his sole focus on your thighs as his hands slide up and up and up until he is just able to slip the tip of one of his fingers under one leg of your shorts. For some reason, it pisses you off.

“Frankie!” You hiss. “People could see us.”

“Nah…” He shushes you, his finger sliding lower. 

You clamp your legs shut and push his hand back in his direction. “Frankie, I don’t want to right here.” 

He sits up. “Oh.”

Suddenly you hear Benny’s voice from below. “Hello we are underneath you guys! I don’t want to hear any hooking up sounds!” He trolls, and you fully push Frankie back to his side, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

It’s the first time you can remember that it’s ever been uncomfortably awkward between the two of you, and you’re not sure why. The silence seems so much more noticeable and weird against the clanking of the Ferris wheel gears and the chattering of random other people.

You’re not even looking at each other, you realize. When did that happen? Your neck cranes to the left as you gaze at the stars, and when you turn back towards Frankie, he is looking to the right and down at the fair. 

“…Is everything okay?”

His eyes snap back to yours. “Yea? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cause I pushed you away, and…I dunno, you’re being weird..”

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not intentional. I’m not upset, c’mere.” He opens his arms wide to you, scooting on his bench so there’s enough room for you.

You hesitate. “Won’t it…won’t it throw off the balance?”

You feel ridiculous asking but he doesn’t laugh at you, just shakes his head slightly. “Nah, they wouldn’t be able to run this ride if people couldn’t sit on the same side.”

You balance awkwardly on the edge of your bench overanalyzing what exact moment during the track of the ride to launch onto his, but you overthink it and end up jostling the cab more than necessary. Frankie’s arms pull you into his side and you burrow your face in his neck as the cab continues to rock. The music fades from Depeche Mode to Lizzo to Lil’ Nas X (Will clearly enjoys that one) and then back to Lizzo, and you forget all about your uneasiness.

He was right. It did feel better being with him. 

The ride does one more pass then rolls to a halt, letting off you with Frankie and Benny with Santiago. You hover at the exit for Will and Gabi, who have to wait for their cab to reach the platform before dismounting. Frankie takes your hand as you wait.

Gabby’s adrenaline rush runs out fast, and you spend the remainder of the fair eating more fried Oreos and playing games. Somehow you manage to beat them all at the water shooting game, which amps up the competitiveness to the point you’d rather just watch.

Which is how you end up at the “star” game. 

“We’re so fucking good at this game, it pisses them off every time.” Laughs Benny, as he shoots the entire Star out perfectly with the gun that is specifically not given enough ammo to achieve this. You hop up on the far side of the counter to watch, noting the way each of you boys handles their weapon and the differences in each. Benny held his gun loosely, like he was relaxed and self assured. It almost seemed like you would be able to slap it out of his hands but you knew he still had an iron grip. Will was precise and, as you expected, “perfect form”. You could tell just from Pope’s posture change that he was the best shot on the team, you’d never seen him look so focused. Frankie held his with a tense white knuckle grip, the folding stock tucked against his shoulder joint. The tension carrying up his arms as his veins popped out in his forearms and biceps. He looked fucking good. And you wouldn’t consider yourself a “gun person.” In fact, you kind of hated them. But there just was something about a strong non-douchey man holding a rifle like that that activated you. Damn the patriarchy. Even Dali is a great shot, though not as good as the guys.

After a few rounds, the carnie finally stopped allowing your posse to keep playing, frustrated that somehow the rigging system didn’t work on your group. You lean back on your hands, your legs swinging against the wood counter, observing Benny arguing with the carnie with a smirk. Gabi is passed out in her stroller next to you as Frankie sidles up to you, feeding you a piece of Fried Reeses, then promptly kissing you so the taste floats between you. 

He hums deeply, stepping closer to you til he’s between your legs. His hands rest low on the top of your thighs. “This ok?”

You smile. “Yes. More than okay. And I want more.” 

Frankie beams and cups your face, his lips crashing into yours as he all but breathes you in. You tilt your head and poke his mouth with your tongue. He responds immediately and opens for you, meeting you halfway. You whine softly as his hands leave your cheeks and trail down your back, one hand sneaking a bit lower to discreetly cup your ass. You’ve just wound your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck when you hear a shrill voice cut through the din of the dwindling crowd.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your heart slams to a halt so fast it hurts. You recognize that voice. And so does Frankie. Your heads both snap to the left as a disheveled looking Lex stands there with a bunch of her friends.

Frankie simply stares. She repeats herself. “Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. The BABYSITTER? Are you fucking your BABYSITTER??? Oh Frankie…come on…how pathetic can you be? She’s like a child!”

You look at Frankie, receding into himself like a silent, terrified puppy. You’ve never seen him like this before, it unnerves you.

“Excuse me.” You snap back. “I am 28.”

She scoffs. I fucking knew something was going on with you two. And you’re doing this in front of my child?”

“Well, actually, Gabi is sleeping. At least she was, until you came ranting and raving.” You make eye contact with Pope, who reads your perfectly and starts steering Gabi’s stroller away so she can’t hear. “We made sure to be careful for her but why do you even care if we are fucking? You left him! You didn’t want him anymore, so it shouldn’t fucking matter who he dates.” 

“He’s a drug addict and a pathological liar. He will NEVER change.”

“Yea? And you are a drunk, controlling, OCD bitch who can’t mind her own fucking business. He’s happy with me. I trust him. Unlike you. Bye.” You couldn’t help yourself, you just fucking hated her.

But that set her off. “Did he tell you why he was suspended?”

“Yes, he—“

“Did he tell you he was high, flying a family and he almost injured everyone from a sloppy landing? Did he tell you how he would take Gabi to his drug dealers house with him? How he went on a STUPID fucking mission with these idiots to burglarize a fucking drug lord completely off paper? That I deliberately asked him not to because we had a new baby? That he crashed their helicopter, dropped all their money and shot innocent villagers to keep them from getting it? At children and old men adn women? That because of that, Molly’s husband was shot in the fucking head by one of those people? And then they couldn’t even bring the money back so it was all for no reason?”

She’s shouting now, spittle flying from her inebriated lips. One of her friends tries to grab her arm but she shakes them off. People in the crowd are starting to stop and watch. “Then, THEN, he treated me like shit, saying horrible things to me just when he was mad, throwing things, scaring me!”

You feel like you can’t breathe, it’s too much information all at once. “...What? I don’t…No. no, he said he was on a delta mission–”

“Oh sweetheart,” She sneers condescendingly. “He was on a greed mission. He was retired from delta. This was like a year ago. They all wanted to get rich and robbed a fucking drug kingpin and Frankie shot innocent people to make sure he got alllllll that money. And because of that, his friend was shot and killed and his family has NO idea why. He lied to you.”

You turn to look at him, and all his friends. Everyone is silent, trying not to look up from the ground. Dali looks as bewildered as you. “Frankie…?” Tears water in your eyes and you feel like your heart is going to burst. You thought he told you it was an enlisted mission, but on top of everything else you just learned your thoughts are rushing so fast you can’t seem to remember specifics. 

Frankie can’t even look at you. And that’s how you know. 

It’s true…

“Lex. Stop.” Will’s Southern drawl cuts through the silence, the commanding officer in him coming out. “It’s over. This shit between you two has to stop. Enough.” His eyes shift to Lex’s friends, who are nodding and repeating the same thing. Lex finally allows them to pull her away muttering under her breath, sending one last glare in your direction.

The walk to the truck is silent. The ride home is a foggy blur. But the minute you step into the house, you crack. 

“Frankie please tell me all this is not true.” You can’t read him at all, his face is completely blank as he moves around you towards Gabi’s bedroom to tuck her in.

So you wait.

His hackles are already up when he comes back out.

“Frankie–”

“Yea.”

“Well?”

“Yea. It’s true. We tried to steal money from one of Pope’s cases and it backfired and Tom got shot.”

“Because of you.”

His expression changes then, from blank nothing to vicious defensive anger. “Yea. Because of me. I fucked up the flight back and we crash landed and these fuckin’ villagers were gonna take the money! And it was an accident!”

“You ‘accidentally’ shot innocent people?”

He swallows, his jaw clenching and unclenching. You can see he’s doing mental gymnastics in order to avoid accountability. 

“Did your finger slip?”

No answer. 

“Frankie. Did your finger slip on the trigger?”

You already know the answer before he says it. And somehow it’s like he morphs into a Disney villain as he says it. “No. My finger didn’t slip.”

It burns, the sharp pain in your heart that makes you feel like it’s having a seizure or forgot how to pump blood or is pumping too much blood. “How many people did you kill.”

He shrugs. “I dunno.”

“You don’t know? How can you not know?! Frankie, you told me this was your job! You- you fucking lied to me! I-I I asked you if you were hiding anything else from me and you fucking lied to me!” You can’t help your voice raising, the tears spilling out of your eyes as you realize how fucking stupid you had been. Somewhere in the background you can hear Gabi has woken and is hysterically crying. Frankie, clearly having enough, turns back towards her room. But you continue, screaming at his back. “And that’s why Tom is dead? And his family doesn’t know why?!”

Frankie doesn’t answer and suddenly you are enraged. You run behind him and shove him forward. “I’m fucking talking to you! How can you just be so fucking blase about this??? And…all that other shit???—I feel like I don’t know you at all!”

He whirls around, that furious murderous face you ‘ve seen him give others is finally directed at you. “Because you don’t!” He screams back, his teeth nash and he shoves a finger one inch from  your face. You flinch.

“Frankie, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring you? Really? I thought this was your thing?” 

You blink, confused, tears stalling on your face. “Don’t–”  You plead softly.

“No, Lex is right. You’re a naive little girl who thinks she can save worthless idiots like me and live some fucking fantasy happily ever after. You won’t. You can’t. I’m unfixable.”

“How can you say that!! Frankie, I love you!

He scoffs. “I know you think you do. And I know you aren’t stupid, you told me you’ve done this before. But guess what sweetie, you aren’t better, you’re still doing it because you’re so fucking desperate for someone to love you. You don’t love me. You just want to feel like some fucking savior.”

“No! No… I didn’t, I don’t…you told me you loved me!”

“I wanted to fuck you.” His eyes are black as far, it’s like you don’t even recognize his face anymore. Lex was right. Lex was right. How…did you make all of it up in your head?

“You…You’re a fucking psycho…I feel like you emotionally manipulated me into caring for you only for you to play games with me! I specifically told you I couldn’t go through this again and you fucking did it anyway!”

“Hey, you kissed me. And you were fun to fuck, I will admit that. Let me do fucking anything. But we both knew this would happen. You set yourself up. I did shoot those villagers. I caused Tom’s death. I just wanted the fucking money. And I wanted to kill a bunch of kids too, when they got in my way. Fuckin’ teenagers and I told Pope to fucking shoot them all.  And you know what else? We went back and got all that fucking money we hid, and we are fucking swimming in it. And I didn’t share a goddamn dime with my ex. You’re right. I am a psycho, so it’s a good thing this is over. Pack your shit and leave me alone.”

“Fuck you Frankie.”

You don’t wait another moment. You don’t need to be asked twice this time. You shove him aside on your way down the hallway, doing everything you can not to let the second round of tears fall. He’d seen enough.

You slam the door of the master bedroom behind you, frantically bouncing around different points in the room to grab all your shit. When did all of this stuff even get here? Anxiety bubbles up your chest until you can’t take it anymore and say fuck it, he can just throw anything else out. I have to get out of here.

You rush back down the hallway like a speed demon, praying to whatever that he won’t be standing in the hallway still. He isn’t. He’s sitting on his couch facing away from you, his head in his hands. You hate yourself for wanting to go comfort him. He’s right…I’m

not better…

You pause on the front doorway, struggling to say what needs to be said. Don’t be weak. Don’t keep letting people do this to you over and over. “Don’t contact me.I never want to see you again.” You say to his back.

He doesn’t move a muscle, or even look at you. “You won’t.”

You were able to make it halfway across the lawn before the grief fully hit. By the time you got to your car you were gasping like you were no longer able to breathe. And the minute your car door shut you broke, a wailing sob bursting from your lips as you bury your face in your palms. 

Again. It happened again. And it’s just as crushing as every other time, except now it feels like you never healed from the others and now they are all piling on top of the other with this one as the final blow.

Why. WHY? Was there something wrong with you? Why were you never enough? Why couldn’t you make them stay? What did you do to keep having to go through this? It almost killed you last time, your eyes squeeze shut as you remember the look on your parents face as they watched you writhe on your bed screaming and crying hysterically from your latest breakup.

And why did you let yourself fall into it again, like you had never learned a goddamn thing. It was like you were masochistic, you told yourself you would never need someone again so badly, you wouldn’t enmesh yourself so fully that when it fell apart you could barely function. Your heart was once again ripped out of your chest and thrown to the floor, the cracks from before making this shattering into pieces so small you know it can’t get repaired again.

With a trembling whimper, you pull your face out of your hands and wipe your eyes, your nose. You realize you’re still sitting in Frankie’s driveway and you immediately look to see if he's at the window, concerned for you. He isn’t. You hate yourself for it but it breaks you even more. 

It’s over.

You drive home mindlessly, your Spotify on shuffle and you aren’t aware of anything else. Just get home. Just get home and then you can cry, try to move on. But you already know you won’t. 

You finally tire yourself out of tears, and you try to talk yourself up, turning up the music and chanting “it’s okay” to yourself. 

It’s Coldplay. You always liked Coldplay. 

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try, you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you…

Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face, and I–

You slam the on/off button so hard you actually cause the auxiliary cord to malfunction, so you rip it out of your phone and throw the damn thing on the passenger seat. You drive home in silence.

It’s dark in the lot when you arrive. You park in a spot along the side and towards the back because the lot is mostly full. The only light shining is the pole yards away, the bulb switches off and on opposite of the dark one right above you. 

You feel numb. You can still feel sticky dried tears on your face, but your ability to utter a sound is gone. You close your eyes and try to compose yourself, simply sitting in your car in the dark. You’re avoiding going upstairs, you know. You’ve pretty much been living at Frankie’s. Walking through that door would make it feel too ‘official’. You cover your face with your hands and rub the tears tracks off your raw face, and are about to take a breath and gather your shit when a THWACKING sound bursts right in your left ear.

You startle with a yelp and look out your window, prepared to tell off whoever is messing with you, but freeze when you find yourself face to face with the barrel of a gun, the only thing separating you from it is the shitty window glass on your cheap car.

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Post A/N: Don't yell at me lol

#fix you fic #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal x fem!reader #triple frontier fanfic

[thelaundrybitch]

The Birthday Wish

Turtle Doves!!!

Today is a VERY IMPORTANT DAY!

It's my girl @leosgirl82 's birthday!

And because I love her so much, I wrote a little something for her.

And all you Raph gals out there get to enjoy @leosgirl82 's birthday gift, too 😂❤️

~Disclaimer~ I DO NOT condone exceeding the speed limit. Even if you are a gigantic humanoid turtle. Stay Safe, Turtle Doves 💕

ALSO, I deem this SFW 🦺

18+ content - for mature audiences only

The Birthday Wish

*Ping*

You picked up your phone to see a text from Raph. He wanted you to meet him at the lair tonight for your birthday.

Big Red: Hey baby. Can you meet me at the lair later? I have a birthday surprise for you.

You: 👀 

Big Red: LOL I promise you're gonna like it.

You: I should be able to escape my annual obligatory family cake and ice cream get-together by 4:30. Is 5 pm ok?

Big Red: it's perfect

You: alright. But if I get there. And there's some big party going on…

Big Red: 😂😘 I'll see you at 5

You let out a huff of air. He knew you hated surprises. He better not be throwing some grandiose birthday she-bang.

But could you really complain? He was absolutely perfect in every way.

You hadn't even been dating the big brute for a year yet.

But the connection you had, made it feel like you two had been together forever.

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

This whole thing had started years ago. 

Having met Leo as a small child, your friendship with him had blossomed over the years, and you two had been inseparable by the time you hit high school. At that time, Raph was nothing but an insufferable hothead who liked to tease and annoy the shit out of you every time you went to the lair to visit your best friend.

Unfortunately, time moves faster than you're ever ready for, and going to college had crept up before you knew it. You had chosen to go somewhere out of state to pursue your chosen career, causing you to lose touch with the turtles.

The years went by, and between working a full-time job and taking college courses full-time, your life had changed drastically, leaving no time to even think about your childhood friends.

When you eventually came back to New York - years later - you wandered the familiar tunnels to the lair, but only to find it in shambles. They had left their lair, presumably due to being found. And, to much of your dismay,  you hadn't been able to find them again ever since.

Fast forward about ten years, and you meet your new best friend. She talked a lot about her loving boyfriend, but you had never seen nor met the guy, and you were beginning to worry, quite honestly. 

You finally had to beg her to introduce you, and she agreed under strict terms - that his identity was to remain a secret because he worked undercover. You gladly agreed, and she set up the meeting.

Let me tell you… When the day came for you to meet him, you just about lost your mind when Leonardo walked into her small New York apartment.

Excitement. Unintelligible babbling. Tears.

Your new best friend was dating your old best friend. Does life get any more perfect?

As it turns out, it does.

Your reintroduction to the turtle brothers and their rat father went as expected - squeals of happiness, bellowing laughter, and tears of joy.

You started visiting their new lair regularly, hanging out more with Leo's three brothers while he was out with your friend. You loved bonding with Mike in the kitchen while the pair of you baked and cooked up new recipes. And hanging with Don and asking ALL the questions while he worked on building a quantum computer was a blast!

But your favorite time spent down there, surprisingly, was with the big red bara.

He had grown up quite a bit, and more than just in height and muscles.

He was funny. And sweet. He was incredibly caring - and not afraid to show it.

You had fallen for him despite your attempts to keep it friendly.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You hadn't been able to pull your brain away from the reminiscent thoughts about how you finally got together with Raphael throughout your small party with your parents, siblings, and their families. So, you were incredibly grateful when your brother snuck you out the side door with a hug and told you he'd cover for you and to go have fun with your man.

You hurried home and still had enough time to shower and get dressed in something nice before heading to the lair. 

Raphael was waiting for you in the common room as you walked in with a gorgeous bouquet of red roses, orange lilies, and white orchids. He was wearing nice jeans and that crimson button-down dress shirt you loved so much.

You couldn't help the smile that nearly broke your face when you saw him.

"Happy birthday, baby," he said softly as he handed you the flowers so he could embrace you.

"Raph, these are gorgeous!" You gushed, standing on your toes for a smooch.

"That's only the beginning. Let's put them in a vase so we can get you dressed to go," he told you with a wink.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

You gasped when he brought you to his bedroom, where he had leather riding gear laid out for you on his bed. It was black and red, matching his perfectly.

You had expressed your love of motorcycles to him and Don when you found them rebuilding and remodeling a bike to fit the oversized turtles' builds.

But that was so long ago that you were sure he had forgotten.

You turned and looked at him, his eyes sparkling down at you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"Hurry up," he whispered with a smile, nodding toward the gear.

Once you were both ready, he lead you out to the garage, where he rolled out the motorcycle you would be taking.

The motorcycle was gorgeous.

It was huge with two seats. There was a smaller seat, seated directly in front of the driver, effectively tucking the rider under the driver - so the rider was perfectly snug against the driver's body - but not in the way of operating the machine.

Raph helped you up onto the bike, then climbed on behind you.

"Hold on tight," you heard him say through a speaker inside your helmet.

He pushed a button on the dashboard of the bike that opened a hidden door in the garage. He navigated the underground tunnels until you saw a ramp drop down from above, leading out into a back alley.

He zoomed with you securely tucked beneath him, through the city and to the highway, where he really opened it up, hitting speeds of 120+ mph.

It was absolutely exhilarating, watching the world fly by as he played Adam Lambert's If I Had You, through the speakers in the helmets. His strong arms caging you in on the motorcycle made your heart flutter with how safe he made you feel.

He drove the pair of you to upstate New York and into the deep woods, where he had built a log cabin for the two of you to 'get away' when you first started dating.

He parked the bike and helped you off before escorting you inside. Guiding you to the bathroom, he handed you a bag so you could change out of your riding gear and back into your dress. 

In the meantime, he hurried around, starting a fire, pulling a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries out of the fridge, and pouring you both some champagne - before changing back into his clothes.

He had you join him on the couch, where he kept his arm draped around your shoulders lazily, feeding you the occasional strawberry that was always followed by a kiss.

"Raph," you said, looking up at him in complete adoration, "this was wonderful. Thank you so much for giving me the best birthday I've ever had."

"Actually, I haven't given you your gift yet," he said, looking a little nervous as he stood up. He walked into the bedroom and came back with something held behind his back.

"Look, I know it's your birthday, and you're supposed to make the wish, but my gift to you comes with a wish of my own," he told you.

He paused, looking over your features for a moment before he continued.

"I made this for you," he said, pulling out a small jewelry-sized gift box and handing it to you.

You opened the small black box to find a necklace. The pendant was made from wood - two intricately carved hearts, one on top of the other.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, mesmerized by the fact that those huge hands of his could make something so small and delicate.

"That smaller heart is you," he said, a bit shyly, "and the bigger one is me."

You laid your hand on his forearm, trying to get him to look up at you as he fiddled with his hands.

"I love it," you told him, with a smile so bright, it put the sun to shame.

"There's more," he said quietly, glancing up at you for a second before looking at the small open box in your hands.

"It represents how I feel," he said. "The smaller heart takes up all of the space inside of the big one."

You let out a small breath of air as you felt tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.

"And, I don't usually believe in this sort of thing, but…" he continued, "now I want it to be real."

He looked up, and his eyes found yours as his hand found the side of your face.

"I love you… With all of my heart. And I wish for you to always be by my side. In this lifetime, and any others thereafter," he professed, his eyes misting over as he looked down at you.

"I hope you'll always wear it," he whispered, bending down to land a soft kiss on your lips.

Tears stream down your face as you put your free hand up to his neck to keep his lips pressed to yours.

He broke the kiss to wipe your cheeks dry with his thumb and then took the box back.

"May I?" He asked, after taking the necklace out and holding it to you.

You nodded frantically and turned so he could clip the clasp easier.

You smiled, resting your fingertips on the small pendant, as you turned around to see him.

Raph smiled at you and sat back down on the couch, but this time he pulled you down into his lap and wrapped those huge muscled arms around you.

After sharing some smiles and laughing about stories from the past while you were all cuddled up on the couch, the pair of you fell asleep, all wrapped up in one another, under the infamous red knitted blanket.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[scorpiussage]

Peaky Blinders characters with a daughter who gets her first period

🌕 Tommy

🌕Three words: “Full Panic Mode”

🌕Oh god, where’s Polly when you need her? 

🌕Will absolutely dump the task onto the literal first woman he happens to pass, but will still hover awkwardly in the background like the overprotective parent he is. 

🌕Does not know the first thing about dealing with periods because that’s ‘womens’ business’ and he’s not in the habit of involving himself in that sort of thing. But he will stick around to learn whatever he can so that he can help his daughter more effectively in the future. 

🌕Will also go overboard in prepping for future periods. Seriously, this man will have a full warehouse of period supplies on standby from that moment on. 

🌕If anyone in the family or outside the family tries to tease her about her period, he will pull his razor cap on them no hesitation. 

🌕If she happens to be someone who suffers from bad cramps, he will be one of those dads who has hot water bottles on hand with more on standby if needed and will stay home with his girl if she’s in too much pain to go to school. 

🌹 Alfie 

🌹If his daughter is too shy to tell him that her period started, he’ll figure it out without her saying anything. 

🌹Is incredibly kind and gentle about the whole thing, “Now see here, love, that’s normal, it is. Don’t gotta be embarrassed about it none.” 

🌹Doesn’t need to ask a woman for help because he’s been preparing for this moment since his little girl was born. He knows all the medical knowledge and has all the products she might need stored in the cabinet just waiting to be used. 

🌹Makes her lots of sweets for that time of the month for her to snack on and while is very understanding about cramps and such, will not allow her to skip school because of her period, “Can’t be having you missing your education. It’s a normal bodily function, yeah? And anyone who says otherwise can come fucking talk to me.” 

🌹One time a kid in school teased her when her period leaked through the back of her dress and Alfie went and had a lovely conversation with that boy’s parents. Funny that, they decided to suddenly leave town. 

🌞 John

🌞Not his first rodeo, that’s for sure. Man’s got kids out the wazoo so as soon as one of his daughters starts her period, he’s already reaching into the cabinet to grab the necessary supplies. 

🌞Doesn’t really talk about it beyond, “Anyone says anything, I’ll fucking cut them.” 

🌞Honestly a pretty hands off father but mostly because he knows his girls can handle themselves just fine and if they have any questions or issues they can talk to each other or Polly. 

🌞Loves to make fun of his brothers for panicking about the same sort of situation with their own daughters. 

💥 Arthur

💥Man practically faints when his little girl comes to him and tells him that her period has started. Not normally squeamish but when it comes to ladies issues, he very much is. 

💥Will be completely useless and Polly or Ada will have to intervene and help her. 

💥It’s not that he’s a bad father or anything, it’s just that he’s not prepared himself for this inevitability, especially because he’s one of those dad’s that wants his girl to stay little forever. 

💥Doesn’t know anything about anything but if you tell him what to buy, he’ll buy as much as he can and then hope that that’s enough for her to never mention it again. 

⚡️ Michael  

⚡️Will definitely be like, “Uh that’s not my department go find grandma.” 

⚡️He will also not take any extra steps or learn any new information for his daughter; that’s women’s business and he’s not interested. 

⚡️Basically his daughter is on her own with this one unless she asks Polly for help. 

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagines #alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagines #John Shelby #john shelby imagines #Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby imagines #michael gray #michael gray imagines

[keirawantstocry]

hmm maybe fitbo with him being jealous of fobo, in todays stream he called them basemates cause he doesn’t want to call them roommates

*materializes out of dust* hey

“I am not fucking jealous of Foolish fucking gamers,” Fit spat. 

Bagi full on laughed at him. “Oh Fit. You are not a good liar.”  

He scowled, not truly mad at her. “I'm not lying.” 

Bagi shook her head. “That's just not true. Your nose is growing by the second.” 

“You did not just compare me to fucking Pinocchio.” 

Bagi laughed. “Sim, sim, I did.” 

Fit threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, okay. I'm a little jealous.” 

“A little?” 

Fit sighed and leaned back in his chair as Bagi sipped her tea. “Okay, fine. You wanna hear the whole ugly truth?” 

“You know how I love fofoca.” 

“I get so angry that I see red anytime I see them together. I don't fucking mind that they're living together, I don't mind that they're fucking basemates or whatever but he's been fucking ghosting me. He passes me up for Foolish and that makes me mad. He's… he's supposed to be mine not Foolish's.” 

“Yours?” Bagi asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Fit flushed. He hadn't meant to say that. Possessiveness wasn't something he deserved to have. Wasn't something he was allowed. 

He swallowed hard. “Yes. He's…” Fit hesitated. “I want…” 

Bagi raised her other eyebrow, looking so damn curious. “What do you want Fit? Say it aloud. It will help you accept it.” 

Fit took an incredibly long deep breath. “I was never allowed to have anything of my own on 2b2t. Not really. We aren't allowed to form attachments to anything Bagi. Absolutely nothing. We didn't have marriages in the wasteland like you do on this island. Basemate was a rare term there. You can't trust anyone.” He attempted to catch his breath. His breath was coming too fast, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. 

Bagi put her hand on his arm, a bit awkwardly. “Breathe, Fit. It's okay.” 

He took a few deep breaths before continuing to speak. “I'm a bit broken. I had reservations about involving Pac in my mess but I've seen him handle it better than I ever could have imagined. But Tubbo? He's dealing with a lot. I don't. He doesn't need my shit on top of all that. He doesn't need my possessiveness and all this anger.” 

“You don't really get to choose that,” Bagi said. “You love him, want him. You can't shove that down. All you can do is bring it to him and accept his response.” 

Fit laughed humorlessly. “I don't think he wants me.” 

“Don't be sure. Not until you've asked him.” 

Fit stared at her for a long moment. Tried to truly soak in her words. “Okay,” he said finally. “Yeah okay um. I'll talk to him.” 

Bagi grinned. “I should take on the role of island therapist.” 

Fit laughed a little bit, feeling lighter then he had in ages. “And take Melissa's job?” 

Bagi smiled. “Hey, maybe I could work with her.” 

“And what would Tina think of that?” Fit teased, laughing as Bagi's face went pink. 

“Don't worry about Tina. This is about you!” 

“Yes, ma'am.” Fit said, holding up his hands, subtly trying to wipe away his tears. “And thank you. Obrigado.” 

“Anytime, Fit. I am part of your morning crew. We are family, you and I. That is forever.” 

#fitbo #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!bagi

[abiiors]

Its ok babe, I appreciate eyour support anyway <3

A language you can speak however

Ross and you consumating marriage. Him carrying you up the stairs of your now shared house throwing you onto the bed and absolutely railing you.

"Want everyone to know who you married"

another anon said: Wedding day Ross, would he cry? Would he make a speech that makes you cry? Then would the sex be different when you���re married?

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jesus CHRIST this ask almost put me in cardiac arrest so thank you for that...anyway the whole day has been filled with nerves and excitement. nerves because he wants this day to be absolutely perfect for you and he knows how stressful weddings can be. even then he has matty running back and forth between you two to check on you and make sure you have everything you need (you do, all your bridesmaids are extremely vigilant and have made sure you don't have to worry about anything so matty basically spends half his time trying to flirt with them because why not). anyway once it's time for ross to be at his place, he just has this massive grin on his face the moment he steps out and like he cannot stop bouncing on the balls of his feet because he can't wait to be married to his favourite person in the world. behind him the rest of the guys keep grinning and teasing him and taking the piss but they're all so excited and happy for him. his heart skips a beat when the music starts and your bridesmaids slowly start entering. they all look lovely in the colour theme you've so painstakingly picked out and now ross is practically craning his neck to see you, i mean everyone is but he's just so eager now, he's waited nearly all day for this. so his heart stops beating entirely when he sees one (1) glimpse of you and he gets all choked up just because of how gorgeous and happy you look and how you smile at him (while also trying not to cry because make up). the boys all rub his back and give him little pats till you finally make it to him and the ceremony starts.

it's very short and sweet, just your closest friends and family to attend because both of you're quite private people but once it's your turn to exchange vows, that's when he gets a whole sheet of paper out. it's been folded and refolded countless times, there are words scratched out and scrawled in the margins, you swear there's even a tear stain or two on there but he just takes a deep breath, looks you in the eyes and puts the paper back. then he just starts speaking "as you can tell, i had a whole speech prepared but i don't think i need any of that anymore. i just need to look at you and tell you that you are the best thing to happen to me. i love how you've become an integral part of my life; i love how you love and care for my friends and how you've made them your friends too. i love all your grand and wild and passionate gestures but more than that, i just love all the simple domesticity with you. i love our quiet Sunday afternoons and i love how grumpy you get on wednesday mornings. i want all of you, from now until forever and i hope you'll have me just as i am, yours forever." and makeup be damned at that point because you're sobbing (so is matty, into adam's chest and even George has shed a few tears) but everything is full of love and light and incandescent happiness. once you exchange rings and share a sweet, slow kiss, that's when the party really starts.

anyone who knows him, knows he loves a drink or two or more but your wedding night is the one night he's quite restrained because he doesn't want to forget one second of it. he wants to be present with you in this moment and celebrate the love of his life with his closest friend and loved ones. he does indulge, of course, just not enough to get blackout drunk. and also because he's been looking for an opportunity to whisk you away and have you to himself hehe. you have also pretty much been looking for a chance all evening because you cannot wait to know what it's like to have sex with your husband (just thinking about the word husband has heat pooling between your legs. and every time you catch him admiring his ring, it gets harder and harder not to drag him away lol). anyway as soon as the opportunity presents itself, you're both sneaking away, laughing together like a couple of teenagers and into your wedding (getaway) car which takes you straight to your new home. you've timed it just right that the refurbishing and decorations of the new house would be done a few weeks before your wedding so essentially this is you spending your wedding night in your new house.

he, OF COURSE, has to carry you over the threshold, how could he not. all the time he's telling you how "gorgeous you look tonight, mrs. macdonald" and how that dress is going to look even more stunning on your bedroom floor. he refuses to set you down once you're inside, instead he makes his way straight to the bedroom while you laugh into the crook of his neck and pepper him with kisses. and yes he absolutely does throw you onto the bed, followed instantly by disappearing under your dress to "take off your garter" and place a trail of kisses that has you gasping and moaning his name. he's almost hungry when it comes to getting you out of your dress (and getting out of his suit) but everything after that he wants to savour. he's never going to get the chance to sleep with his wife for the first time again and he plans to only have one wife for the rest of his life so this is it for him. it almost makes you tear up again how gentle he's being, how he showers your entire body with kisses and affection, how close he holds you. like he doesn't want to be parted from you ever again. but once the first initial round of sweet, gentle love making is done, that's when the railing starts because "we have new neighbours babe, they need to know my name"

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #✉️ #♡: ross blurbs

[edges-of-night]

Hi! Was trying everything i could, but i just can't find any Gandalf fanfictions, when i found your page. And it is beautiful, truly. I was wondering if maybe you could something where the reader is Gandalf's wife/so or something like that, but no one knew. And when she joins Thorin's company they are like surprised SURPRISED. I understand if you can't, it appears no one thinks of him as they think of elfs, so if you are uncomfortable it ok!

Thank you anyway ❤️

Thank you for your kind words ♡ At this point I’m not writing for the Hobbit characters, but I did the Fellowship’s reactions and some bonus headcanons of mine instead.

The post was very fun to write (more Gandalf love!), so I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Surprisingly, Aragorn knew absolutely nothing about your relationship with Gandalf. While Gandalf is generally a rather private person, you’d think a ranger – a friend, no less – would’ve picked up on the little clues of yours. It is needless to say though that Aragorn would accept you quickly and with a big grin. Anyone who is with his old friend Gandalf is trustworthy to him as well!

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Realisation would dawn on Boromir very, very slowly. Once he understood that the new companion was, indeed, the spouse of Gandalf the Grey, he’d fall silent for a few days at least, maybe give a nervous smile or so. He has immense respect for you, perhaps is even a bit afraid. Someone as powerful as Gandalf would have a partner that is just as mighty. It takes him time to accept that you are just as friendly as your husband, too.

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

While surprised, Frodo would be absolutely charmed to meet you. Gandalf is an old friend of the family, after all. Frodo would treat you just like that, though he would not immediately trust you as much as Gandalf (which, granted, is a whole lot of trust – hard to live up to!). He’d show great interest in who you are, what you do, etc. He would also tease your husband about how long he had kept you a secret and, depending on how said secret was lifted, that he wasn’t able to keep you hidden forever.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

I think much of Gimli’s view of Gandalf would change once he met his spouse. He’d be curious about who you are, where you came from, and how the two of you met. He’d probably try and find quiet moments to shower you in questions. Since he is such a fan of partnership and a little romantic himself, Gimli would encourage the two of you to be more open about your relationship. And since he’s also so mischievous, he’d definitely put you in a ‘stuck in a closet together’-sort of situation! His enthusiasm gives your relationship to Gandalf a whole new spark ♡

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas would weigh his reaction depending on how his Fellowship reacts to finally meeting you, with a healthy dose of care and caution at first. It never would’ve crossed his mind that Gandalf would be in a romantic partnership. But because of Legolas’ easy companionship and friendly demeanour, you two would quickly form a bond. Maybe he’d ask you about stories he heard of Gandalf, wanting your confirmation on whether or not they were true – and if you had anything to do with them, of course!

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Though surprised to meet you, Merry understands perfectly why Gandalf would’ve kept your relationship a secret. It is dangerous, being with a powerful creature such as him. He’d be very polite around you, almost uncharacteristically so. He wants to get to know you better, testing the waters, so to speak, before he dives in more meaningful conversations.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin would initially feel a bit betrayed, I think. How could Gandalf, such an old friend of the Hobbits, keep such a secret to himself? Over time, he would understand the reasons as they are presented to him, be it against danger or simply for privacy’s sake. If Pippin had any negative feelings about how this unfolded, none of them are directed against you. On the contrary, the playful Hobbit gets along with you very well! Part of the reason might be that Gandalf doesn’t call him a fool when you’re around, but that remains to be seen once you join Pippin in the little pranks he likes to plan…

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Maybe you wouldn’t be such a surprise at all to Sam! Somehow, he’d just always assumed that Gandalf must have someone, because that is his flowery worldview. He’d congratulate the two of you for having such a wonderful partner to call your own. He’s so charmed by your sweet relationship that he’d have to be reminded to not go tell the world about it! Sam is also the perfect person to craft the most elaborate flower gifts with you, so that you always have the right present for any occasion – even if you and Gandalf aren’t keen on presents.

･ﾟ✧ Bonus: Faramir.

Being Gandalf’s pupil, Faramir has spent a lot of time with your husband. However, learning of his mentor’s spouse came as quite a shock to him. It is needless to say he’d carry your secret to his grave if he was asked to, because he would not want either of you in danger because of him. He would be extremely respectful and gentle toward you, as he always is. He’d sometimes ask your opinion of something he learned from Gandalf, or small talk when he sees you, but overall, he’d keep your friendship almost professional. That said, he is really happy for his mentor to have such a wonderful partner and always happy when he gets the chance to meet you.

･ﾟ✧ Bonus Bonus Headcanons.

Though not 100% lore accurate, I like to imagine Gandalf with someone just as ancient as him, a fellow “wizard/witch” who he can confide in. Two Istari living their best lives!

Alternatively, I also love to think of him as the magical adviser to a kingdom, where he eventually becomes the secret partner of the lonely ruler who would go through fire and water for their old wizard.

Anything with Gandalf is all the “old married couple” sweetness you can think of: sincere terms of endearment, gentle and not-so-gentle bickering alike, knowing the other inside and out etc.

You could spend hours in silence with him and never get uncomfortable.

Gandalf is a very playful partner. He’d be the type to pretend he forgot your anniversary/birthday/name day when in reality, he has an entire party/special date planned just for you!

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[kalims]

Hello ｡◕‿◕｡ congratulations on hitting 3K you deserve it and more (つ≧▽≦)つ can I request prompt 1, 2 and 13 with Lilia and vil please (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) you don't have to do vil if you think it's too much but I'd appreciate it if you do (◕ᴗ◕✿). Thank you and have a great week ( ◜‿◝ )♡

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includes : lilia vanrouge, and vil schoenheit.

prompts :

1. infatuation — little things they do when love struck.

2. jealousy — something that might just make them do not so regretful things.

13. stareee — just stare in their eyes for no reason at all.

hiiii! thank you sm ur so sweet 😭😭

— lilia vanrouge :

1. infatuation —

this might seem like a bad thing but he just happens to see you, you're gonna be the target of his antics. lilia has his fair share of victims to bring out the most hilarious, entertaining reactions. but if it's you he'll immediately spare his previous victim mercy with his switch of targets. you seem to be a favorite of his to annoy.

likes to spend time with you a lot. mortal lives are fleeting, he has lots of moments to spare if you're around. so he excuses himself even in the middle of a conversation to somehow appear next to you. the next thing you'll know is that he's already swayed you to attend one of the concerts his club is going to host a few days after this one. in general just convincing you to do something with him.

you won't know if it's a blessing or curse to have yourself on lilia's mind nearly half the time he's conscious. he could be spotting a color that reminds him of your hair, eyes, or an accessory you carry around then telling a flabbergasted sebek about how it reminds him of you. the curse part is there cause he's now attempting to cook a dish that has that particular color and planning to feed it to you..

if you know lilia you definitely shouldn't eat anything he whips up lest you want to end up passed out for a week.

2. jealousy —

patience is a given virtue lilia comes to learn all the time he's been alive. someone could try to provoke him and he'll end up turning the tides just cause he genuinely doesn't mind it, and is looking for entertainment. plus they started it, don't you agree?

he isn't all that jealous. mainly chill and let's you make new friends, in fact he's absolutely ecstatic when you get new ones. good for you! amongst other things he only really steps in and whisks you away before dealing with the problem if he deems it seriously enough.

relations like family, and you won't really affect his behavior but it certainly does heighten the anger, lower the tolerance and increase the will to show them how its done. in cases where there's a persistent person who can't take a hint there's only one thing to do when you clearly display a dislike towards them.

first he should escort you away.. wouldn't wanna let you witness or hear the intense scolding and cheeky threatening ..

13. stareee —

notices your eyes on him immediately. you just need to blink once and you're suddenly staring right in his eyes. he has scarily accurate senses.

"my dear have you fallen in love with me?"

you have to got a whole lot of willpower to continue staring at him as he teases you to break face cause there's something in his eyes that could make you literally fall over. he's looking at you knowingly, not once blinking which enables you try and not blink as well.

there is only one way to win this battle that he could do forever.. and that is to profess your love and agree. "yes I did." there's a 95% chance he'll blink, taken aback by your straightforward response. then smile, and laugh.

— vil schoenheit :

1. infatuation —

vil has always been pointing our his fellows flaws, things that he knows doesn't fit out of the honesty in his heart. when it comes to you his brutal honesty seems to be a lot more frequent, though when he is pleased with your get-up. if you've done something that is seen perfect, or atleast decent to him his praises, and compliments would be a lot more sincere.

checks up on you nearly everyday to see if you've taken up the schedule he took out the time off his to create specially for you. it would be a waste if you just not take up the advice millions would pay thousands for, for free too. people would kill to have him comment on their appearance, or self care whatnot. if you really didn't do it you bet he'll do it himself. now sit down so he can apply the peel off mask on your face.

has you follow him around, sometimes even dragging you around by the wrist and not letting go at all. you could be wanting to reach for something, and he just ushers you to use your other hand while he keeps your other occupied. literally doesn't let go until you really need to part. (e.g, classes, and such.) tells epel to make sure you're out of trouble even if it's most likely that it's gonna be the other way around.

2. jealousy —

vil has got his fair share of jealous moments. both through acting and it's a feeling he knew every since he met neige. he knows how to force it down his throat and ignore the steaming anger in his chest. fake it till you make it he guesses.

not to be condescending or anything but vil knows he's much better than most of the people in NRC, save for a few people that might fit into your criteria of appealing but you chose him, and it's enough to reassure him that he's definitely the number one in your mind. he wouldn't say that it's better than being the number one of the world but what new things will you teach him?

it all depends on how the person is treating you. if it's casual, respective; a rarity that would be found from a NRC student (if it was.) then he'll let you settle it, and if it's borderline forcing you to talk to them / being too persistent then he'll personally let them know who you're with.

if they still had the balls to try again, or ignore him say goodbye to their social status.

13. stareee —

only notices after he's done with whatever he's doing, or just decides to spare you a lovely glance. imagine his.. look when you can't seem to stop staring.

"is there a problem?"

it's like a negative connotation but vil still fails to keep in the mouthful grin. it's like an ego booster, he'd come to grow immune to stares like these he knows all to well but it's surprisingly pleasant when it's coming from you. funnily enough there's something pure from the smile he lets sit on his mouth as he looks right back at you.

"am I too dazzling for you?" it almost looks like he just got the non-verbal compliment of the century from how happy he looks. you sigh in defeat. "yes.. you are."

he seems more pleased with your agreement. "not to worry. I may be the star in everyone's eyes but you are the one in mine."

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[yilan-meiyuan]

q: is it true that li lianhua "family-zones" fang duobing by calling him "xiaobao?"

i got this question a while back, and to be honest, i'm still flabbergasted and don't know where to begin.

to each their own, but my answer is a firm "no," if i'm understanding the question correctly. calling someone by their baby name does not equate to seeing them as literal blood-related family. and, i'm more perplexed than anything because if this is about whether you can ship li lianhua and fang duobing lovingly and romantically, then i just want to ask, do you not see your devoted spouse as family?

let's take the most classic and famous (and my personal favourite) chinese costume drama legend of zhen huan/empresses in the palace (2011) as an illustration under the cut.

zhen huan is our main character, and her father calls her "huan'er."

zhen huan refers to herself as "huan'er" when she bids farewell to her mother.

zhen huan's childhood best friend mei-jiejie also calls her "huan'er" well into adulthood.

finally, zhen huan's lover yunli whom she gets to know after she enters the palace as the emperor's concubine begins to call her "huan'er" as well when they get together romantically.

to put it simply, your best friend and beloved calling you by the childhood/family nickname given to you by your loving parents is just an incredibly personal and adoring term of endearment. it's common both in real life and in tv series you can easily watch and familiarize yourself with (and i'm pretty sure such usage of terms of endearment applies to most, if not all, cultures, not just chinese).

in fact, there was a popular saying among zhen huan lovers in the comments section of the episodes and the chinese-language fmv spaces that i hung out in back then that said, "with mei-jiejie and yunli’s departure, there is no one left in the world who would lovingly called zhen huan "huan'er." our parents cannot accompany us for our whole lives, but our best friend and beloved are meant to. that’s why mei-jiejie and yunli’s untimely deaths were extra painful. they were supposed to be with zhen huan, their huan’er, forever.

when applying to mysterious lotus casebook, again to each their own, but i truly fail to see where and how it is an absolute chinese cultural custom that li lianhua "family-zones" and sets his distance apart from fang duobing by calling him "xiaobao," rendering any romantic interpretation incorrect.

yes, li lianhua begins to call fang duobing "xiaobao" after he confirms that this is indeed shan gudao's son by this side; however, if i recall correctly, shan gudao did not even call his son "xiaobao." he only ever called him "fang duobing," "my son," and before the flashback to li xiangyi and fang duobing's first meeting got dubbed over, he called him "trash" before leaving him to his own devices.

an alternative interpretation you can have, and this is one that i'm personally on board with, is that li lianhua brings the distance between him and fang duobing closer by calling him "xiaobao."

this is the childhood nickname he overhears he xiaofeng call fang duobing, and he finds it incredibly endearing and amusing that this bold young master has such a baby nickname. with the reveal of xiaobao's parentage, li lianhua feels closer to him than ever because what is it if not fate and the world finally taking pity on him that one day he would bump into a little fox who could banter and tease on par with him who also happens to be a detective-in-training under what's left of his legacy, the boy he had given a hand to long ago who holds on to and believes in his good, and is also the remaining connection to his martial brother and a reminder that he is not alone in this world?

furthermore, personally i'm quite uncomfortable with this incidence of resistance to fans shipping two men lovingly and romantically when they have a very well-developed and pleasant relationship with each other throughout the show that would be a no-brainer to ship for everyone if they were a heterosexual couple. in particular, the term "family-zone" bewilders me because for all my life, becoming official family with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with is the goal and the human right we had always been fighting for.

at a crucial time before same-sex marriage was legalized in taiwan, many artists put out music in loud and colourful support of the lgbtq+ community. in particular, jolin tsai’s music video told the story of an elderly lesbian couple who lost one another because one was unable to give consent for the other’s important surgical procedure as a spouse — as family.

this was based on a true story and reflected the unjust reality many couples have had to face. it spoke to the hard fact that there is no true equality until there is acceptance at both the individual and the institutional level. without formal acknowledgement on paper, lgbtq+ couples are barred from the right to safety, the right to make choices, and the right to spend the rest of their lives with the person they love in all the facets one being in a loving relationship as a living, breathing human should be allowed to have.

when the elderly woman who had brought her lover to the hospital to receive emergency treatment was asked of her relationship to the patient, she could only say they had been living together for 30 years. she was her closest person, she was her friend, her best friend. but, because she was not 家屬, a term for official family that included spouse, she could not consent to life-saving surgery, and she lost her beloved whose blood-related family could not be contacted in time to come in for her.

if there is one thing you get from this post, your best friend and beloved are absolutely a part of your family. they are the reminder years down the line when you have been through the trials and losses of this cruel world that you are not alone. they are the family meant to accompany you to the end.

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[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Good Cooties

Nobody:

Nesha: Takes a very traumatic horror story and instead makes it fluff.

They generally checked in right before bed and then again, first thing in the morning. Chris had never been so communicative with somebody before, but after everything that knowing Dalton had put her through, she didn't mind going a little above and beyond with check-ins.

Whenever one wasn't feeling 100% at bedtime, they had a sleepover, just in case something would go down. Time passed, and nothing did. Well... nothing too unusual, at any rate. He had nightmares sometimes and they'd wake up and sort through it. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd just watch her a while, glad that she wasn't losing any rest on his behalf, but annoyed that the bed was so small that they both couldn't really fit on it without being cuddled up.

Upon mentioning it, she reminded him that when he was trapped in The Further, "Your little booty body was nestled right here, between these yummy thighs." He couldn't argue with it, and the description of her thighs made him want to drop the conversation completely, so he'd said, "Well, you said you have good cooties," laughing awkwardly, and snuggling up behind her, hoping his body wouldn't betray him for the closeness of a soft, warm body and the unavoidable friction of natural sleep movements. Fortunately, that never went down. Even more fortunately, neither did any wild trips to The Further.

Things that did go down: her roommate absolutely thought that he was an obsessive boyfriend and his new roommate was confused that she slept over but they never had the need to tie something on the doorway for him to give them some time. "So... she just sleeps here sometimes?" He'd asked, "Or are you just always finished by the time I get in?"

"We're just friends!" Dalton had said, uneasy and blushing.

Foster, when they got alone, asked, "But, seriously. You're definitely smashing that, right?" It irked him. Him speaking about her like that. "I mean.. I know that you aren't that much of a lover, but I figure it's different with you two, because of, you know... the stuff.."

It was... true, officially. But, he knew how this looked. Even his mom would ask about her in the same way that she'd asked about people he'd dated previously. Was Chris coming home with him during the holidays? "She has her own family," he'd casually mentioned, then had to pretend not to notice as his family gave each other knowing looks because he spent most of the holiday texting, calling, or video chatting with "Chris" They said her name in a certain way too. A singing way, obviously taunting him. Well... his siblings did. (Foster had roped Kali into this mess, too). His mother instructed them to leave him alone, though he could tell it amused her, from her face, and he knew she liked Chris. She always asked about her.

That was why they probably would never happen. He had nightmares sometimes, panicking about being possessed again, about hurting her. Sure, he would wake up to find her there, safe and sound and if awakened by his nightmares, quick to comfort him, but.. that entire thing was now forever a part of their story. And what type of love story could come out of something like that?

His parents had loved each other for years, and this entire ordeal had separated the two of them. Foster broke into his thoughts with, "I think that I'd want somebody who already understands what you've gone through. I imagine by the time I wanna meet people, it's gonna be a whole damn thing trying to make it normal, when the topic inevitably comes up. You've got a cute girl who still bothers with you after literally seeing you at your worst. Possessed by an entity. How could it get better for you?"

"We're just friends!"

"She let you blow on her hooter the first night!" Foster teased. Dalton wasn't a big fan of Chris and his brother exchanging words, but they had each other's information, so now he always had at least this one story for ammunition to make Dalton a little bit uncomfortable, and Chris was the type to overshare casually. Chris and Foster got along well. Dalton could only imagine their powers combined if she did come around the whole family...

Which, eventually, she did. By then, they were dormed together, again. She had gone to see housing about it. Her best friend, suffering from a sleep issue, their roommates, often inconvienced when he woke up, the fact that this very office had already roomed her with him before, so what was the big deal? Chris either could talk you into hating her guts and wanting her gone, or doing whatever it is she was saying, and that day, with that member of staff, she got herself back into the room with him.

Now, they could go to sleep in their own beds, and if something happened, there the other was, just on the other side of a small room. They didn't even have to cramp themselves into his little bed as much, and whenever they did, she didn't have to get up earlier to get ready from a different room, or to go back to her own. It was cozy, and comfortable, and they had a routine.

They had gotten numerous sleeping masks, so that Chris could find something to assist her through the nightlights. Whenever she was in Dalton's bed, she didn't really notice, because her face was usually burrowed in the bed or his body, for lack of room. By the time it was time for her to go home with him, she knew which mask she needed for which type of night, whether or not she should have earphones, and how many pillows she could bring before the bed couldn't fit the pillows and two people their sizes.

She had been in his corner since the moment he confided in her, and even when she didn't want to engage, she found herself unable to just leave him alone, and now she feared that she was far more comfortable with this man than she ever planned on being with anyone. But. She was never one to reject a good thing, and it seemed like maybe Dalton Lambert was a good thing. It certainly always felt good to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. Chris was a fan of feeling good.

His family was nice. She was excited to finally shoot the shit with Foster, in the flesh, and that did not disappoint. Dalton had been hoping that she would help dispel the rumors the Lamberts ran wild with, but despite pursuing math, Chris had a deep passion for chaos, as far as Dalton was concerned. "So, he never told you that we made out at a frat party?" She had asked a VERY intrigued and impressed Foster.

"He never told me that he WENT to a frat party!" He complained.

"Yeah, I sorta made him. That's a gift I have, getting Dalton to do stuff that he is not fond of doing.." Dalton pressed his lips together and continued working on a drawing.

Whenever Foster heard about the frat boy who called her ugly, he looked livid but was soon appeased by the thought of him being promptly kicked in the dick afterward. "I used to say that I wouldn't wish that on anybody, but it sounds like this is the guy that makes me change my beliefs.." They chatted for a little while longer before Foster was going to leave to go hang out with friends. "I'm super glad that Dalton has you," he said on his way out. She simply offered a salute, then looked at Dalton's jaw tense as he pretended not to hear that.

"You okay?" She asked. He shrugged. "You know... whenever I was with Grandma Perkee over the last holiday, she told me that you are very pretty and that she'd love to meet you. I said, "Yeah. He is very pretty, huh? He's kind too. A little introverted, but such a likable person. I don't think he likes me like that, though, Grandma. You might want to be less excited about meeting him." He paused and looked at her. "Well, next she told me, "If somebody is in you life, and they're nice to you and you like them and you're both having a good time together, that's gonna excite me, no matter what you call each other..." They stared at each other a moment, before she concluded, "So, we don't really need to discourage or encourage your family from thinking I'm your girlfriend or into thinking it. They see how we are together, and they know you're in good hands. Whether we're friends or more, they're gonna feel the way that they feel about me because they love you and you like me."

He gave her a little smile. That was a good way to put it, and made it less stressful for him whenever he overheard Kali ask, "Is Dalton your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, Chris answered, "Well, Dalton identifies as a boy, and he's definitely my friend, so what would you do if I said, "Yes?"

Kali gasped and with a wide smile asked, teasingly, "Do you loooooooove himmm?"

Chris smiled right back and asked in a whisper, "What would you do if I said "yes" again?"

Kali giggled and covered her mouth, either in excitement or surprise. Dalton never said stuff like that. He didn't smile about it. He always got irritated and denied it all. Kali smiled, and offered, "I'd say, I think that Dalton loves you too."

Chris's smile changed, ever so slightly. Dalton noted it as he finally stepped into view. She leaned towards Kali and told her, "One thing about me? Everybody loves Chris." Kali nodded in agreement, then finally noticed Dalton.

"Oh! It's your boyyyyyfriiiiiend," she sang. He just smiled, shaking his head.

At bedtime, Chris offered, "Pretty cool that your mom doesn't mind our sleeping situation. I'd say it's because she knows we aren't doing it, but she kinda seems like she'd be cool with it, even if we were."

"She is a part of the 'everybody' that loves Chris," he said, casually, preparing the nightlight. Chris paused, with a grin, then silently resumed putting on her bonnet.

By the time that they climbed into his bed, she pushed close and started wrapping her arms around him. He froze and gave her a confused look. "What? This is how we sleep."

"Yeah, in the dorm on the tiny bed. This one has room for us to stretch out more."

"Yeah, near the edge of the bed, where the monsters are. Your sister tormented me with Barbie play today. I wanna be up on you tonight." His body relaxed a little bit. "Besides, I sleep better when we're cuddled up." It tensed again. "My God, Dalton... are we not allowed to say stuff like that to each other?"

"No. Yeah... I just. Yes..." His Adam's apple was leaping in his throat and she watched it bob as he nervously searched for his next words, "I, uh... sleep better with you right here, too." She nodded once, settled her body around his and stared a little bit longer. Dalton's face came in closer, but then he stopped and just looked into her eyes. Her normal playfulness was never present when she was sleepy, but whatever else was there in her eyes, he wasn't exactly used to.

Chris offered a smile and teased, "What? Were you about to kiss me?"

Quickly, he said, "I would never do that without asking first." She closed her eyes, smiling, and nodding. "Cou.." Her eyes opened and he was staring at her lips, "Could I? Kiss you?" Chris smiled and moved closer for him to do so. It wasn't caught off guard like the first time, and it wasn't long or steamy or deep. It was tender, and quick, but lingering.. "Good cooties," he mumbled against her lips, with a smile.

"Very," she said, smiling against his, as well.

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[tokkias]

Do you have any headcanons about the people around natsu and Lucy and how they see the two in their not quite lovers state? Not really a fan fic ask but something fun!

hi anon! thank you for the ask, i had a lot of fun with this one. i actually got a liiiiittle bit carried away and sort of ended up writing how they percieve their relationship as a whole, so theres a little bit of when they’re in their more-than-friends-but-less-than-lovers stage, and a little bit of when they’re dating too, so i hope thats okay! i just did some of the characters i thought would have the most to say about their relationship, but if you’d like to see other specific characters i wouldn’t mind doing another writeup :)

Happy

happy is the one person (cat?) that natsu would ever talk about his feelings for lucy with, but not even in like a serious way, in a very casual “hey i think i might be in love with lucy” way, and happy is like “yeah i know”

even though he loves to tease lucy and make fun of her and be a general pain in her ass, she’s his favourite person (aside from natsu), and he wants to have her stay in their lives forever

as much of a little shit he is, he never tells anyone what natsu told him, because he knows that he needs to go at his own pace, even if that pace is slow as shit

on one hand, he knows that natsu and lucy dating/getting married means that lucy is in fact stuck with them for the rest of her life, but on the other hand there’s a tiny insecure voice in the back of his head that’s scared that he’s gonna lose his best friend to her

obviously no that won’t happen because they both love happy, and them wanting to be alone sometimes have sex doesn’t mean that he’s going to be any less of a priority in their lives

natsu lucy and happy are just a little family and they’re going to be a family regardless of their relationship status, the two of them dating and moving in together is just a fun little bonus

Gray

gray was probably one of the first people to really pick up on the fact that natsu and lucy might be heading in the direction of more than friends

because of their forced close proximity growing up, and then again by being on the same team, he begrudgingly knows natsu really well, so he’s quick to pick up on how natsu treats lucy different from how he treats everyone else

in terms of him figuring out how lucy feels about natsu, it’s really more of and educated guess at first because he obviously doesn’t know her as well as he knows natsu, and the way she changes once she figures out she’s in love with natsu comes off as a lot more subtle

gray is not invested in anything that is going on in natsu’s life, so he doesn’t give their relationship any thought until it becomes super obvious to him that lucy is in love with natsu

he recognises that lucy makes natsu a better, and more tolerable person

but he also absolutely thinks that lucy can do way better than him

it takes him a while to get past his “what the fuck does she even see in him” phase, but he does inevitably realise that somehow, natsu makes her really happy

will absolutely remind natsu at any given opportunity that lucy is waaaayyy out of his league

Erza

if gray was the first to figure it out, then erza was the last

not because she’s dumb or anything, it’s just that most of the time she spends with natsu and lucy involves mass amounts of property damage

also maybe autism, but thats a whole different post

once she is informed that natsu and lucy have a more than friends thing going on, she starts to see it constantly

she begins to interpret literally any of their interactions as possibly having romantic intent (she’s just like us <3)

she can’t look either of them in the eye for like two weeks while she tries to figure out if they’re having sex (they’re not, they just have an insane amount of sexual tension)

natsu is basically her baby brother and she feels a lot of pride watching him grow up and fall in love, and become a more mature person in the process

she’s just rooting for them so hard because! that’s her family! she wants them both to be happy!

she drops the most obvious hints that she wants to see them in a relationship, thinking that she is being so subtle, but she is NOT 

has to physically hold herself back from planning their wedding as soon as they become official

Wendy

natsu, lucy and wendy, as a trio are giving very much “girl who hangs out with her older brother and his much cooler girlfriend” vibes

for a little bit wendy thought that maybe they were actually dating, but she didn’t want to overstep or embarrass them by asking

she’s witness to a lot of gossip about the two in the girls dorm, but she’s never one to contribute to it

very quietly she does think they would make a cute couple because they already act like one anyway

natsu and lucy are also like, her primary reference for what a good, healthy romantic relationship looks like, and secretly she really hopes that she gets to experience what they have one day

Levy

if lucy is confiding in anyone about her feelings, it’s going to be levy

so she is the only one that is watching them knowing for 100% sure how lucy feels

she wants to see lucy in a happy relationship so bad because she wants the best for lucy, but she’s also tired of her going on shitty dates with boring guys who they both know aren’t right for her

levy definitely isn’t close to natsu, but they still did grow up in the guild together and she’s watched him go from a lone wolf to needing to be around lucy at all times

so yeah, she has an inkling that maybe natsu likes her back, and she lets lucy know what she thinks every time he’s bought up

she definitely gossips about them to gajeel, who pretends he doesn’t care but he secretly does because even though he pretends to be all big and tough, those two are still part of his dumb stupid found family

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #happy ft #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #wendy marvell #levy mcgarden #i have always imagined natsu telling gray and erza that hes in love with lucy #and gray is like yes we all know #and erza is like YOU ARE? #long post