#but i hate being brushed off as just being anxious 'even if the anxiety is based on objective truth'. it makes me so mad!

[gay-dorito-dust]

HIII can I request Mk1 Bihan hurt/comfort where you’re REALLY upset with him/worried for him after he’s been gone for days with no communication with these prompts i got from your list 😼. “where have you been? do you know what time it is?” and “you said you’d only be two hours. two!” and then maybe ending it with fluff like i just want him to hold me when i’m sleeping lowkey (even though he doesn’t seem like an affectionate person i feel like he would show it with actions rather than words yk) (i hope that’s not too specific 😭

I’m honestly glad to see someone actually use that prompt list, so thank you anon. 🦦 ooc Bi-Han? Or did I make him too mean?

You knew Bi-Han could handle himself and you knew that if he could see you as you were now, fitfully sleeping, biting your nails, worrying yourself sick over his well-being and whereabouts, he’d scoff and remind you that he wasn’t a child to be worried over. You’ve had your past frustrations with Bi-Han when it came to you and your overreactions -as he would put it- in regards to him going on long missions but at least during those other missions didn’t include the loss of communications.

Kuai Liang and Tomas both tried to quell your worries by reaffirming what you already knew about Bi-Han but after some time you began to grow more and more frustrated at how this ice cold bastard, who would often regard you in cold stares and long solemn silences, whilst continuously invalidating your thoughts and feelings, had made you feel so helpless and so fearful on his behalf; despite fully knowing that he wouldn’t have spared you a single thought if your positions were switched. So when Bi-Han finally decided to return later in the darkest of night, needless to say you weren’t even in the slightest bit pleased to see him with the emotional turmoil he put you through.

‘Where have you been?’ You began, annoyance lacing your tone that only grew more evident when you noticed how unperturbed by all this Bi-Han was, as though it was something that he’d expect you to accept as the norm whether you liked it or not. ‘Do you know what time it is?’ You rhetorically added as you crossed your arms over your chest.

‘I don’t ever remember asking you to wait for me.’ Bi-Han puts bluntly as he brushed pasted you as though you weren’t even there, which caused a tightness to form in your throat at how easy it was for him to disregard you. Whilst his attitude towards you made you question your worth to him, It also made you mad at how he thought he could treat you with such little respect, it was an insult that stung you deeply and felt like a spit in the face to the way you were stressing yourself over this unfeeling man for two fucking days!

‘Trust me. I’m not at all pleased about loosing sleep over you either.’ You retorted bitterly, not wanting to look at him for the fact that you were both relieved and irritated of his seemingly safe return. You were relieved to see him safe and with minimal injuries as it silenced the anxious and ominous ideals of him possibly never coming home, which neither were based upon any solid evidence that that was going to be the case. And you were irritated about this because it only meant that your sleepless nights, frequent bouts of anxiety and stress were for nothing. Your worrying was for nothing and you truly hated the conflicting emotions that only Bi-Han could withdraw from you.

‘You said that you’d be gone for two hours. TWO! Not two fucking days with absolutely zero chance of communication to let us know, to let me know that you were alright! That you were safe and that you were coming home!’ You chuckled humourlessly at how stupid and pathetic your words must sound to him but this was how you felt, and to you your feelings were anything but stupid or pathetic. ‘But i guess that’s too much to fucking ask from the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.’ You finished getting everything off of your chest that you’ve been concealing for the past two days, only for them to be regarded with the indignant scoff of an annoyed Bi-Han.

‘I do not need nor want to hear tales of your concern and how worried you were and in regards to the loss of communication that had you so distraught, it was merely a minor hindrance. There was no need to inform anyone of anything, the only thing that mattered was accomplishing the mission, no matter what, even if that meant on the fly improvisation or even in the off chance of never coming back.’ Bi-Han said with a voice so cold you swore you could feel the goosebumps on your arms staring to rise. ‘I shouldn’t be held responsible for the emotions that you feel. You should’ve put more faith in your Grandmaster instead of allowing your own emotions to cloud your judgment, for they only serve to become your undoing during the vital moments.’ He finished and all without sparing a single glance your way as to gauge your reaction, not when he could practically feel it trying to suffocate him with how thick the tension became.

You didn’t have any words, even if you did you wouldn’t know how to articulate them without it come across as disjointed ramblings of things you’ve already said aloud. You felt humiliated and you felt ashamed for standing by and letting it happen but what else could you say to combat that? It was obvious that Bi-Han didn’t care and so after spending two days on the trot, you had truly exhausted yourself both physically and emotionally. You were too tired to keep fighting with a man who might as well have been an ice wall, so instead of continuing your attempt to make Bi-Han see how his actions affected you, you walked out of the room but just before closing the door behind you, you stopped to say; ‘At least I get to say that I am blessed to possess thoughts and feelings. Goodnight Grandmaster.’ Before leaving Bi-Han with his thoughts.

By the time Bi-Han came to bed you were fast asleep. In fact the moment your head hit the pillow you were already deep into the realm of dreams to properly tuck yourself beneath the covers. He welcomed the sight, content that you hadn’t left him yet despite everything that had been said prior, he didn’t have an valid excuse on hand to justify his actions as Bi-Han had become aware that how he spoke to you wasn’t a tone that one should take when speaking to someone they love, nor was the way he disregarded your thoughts and feelings were anywhere near acceptable either.

However Bi-Han found it impartial to vocalise his regret for the way he had acted but fount that he could express that better through other means. So he journeyed to your side of the bed to pull the covers over the top of you, making sure to cover you completely, knowing how you get when the nights grow colder as he quickly pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehand, lingering there for a minute to savour the moment. Bi-Han then moved over towards his side of the bed and tucking himself under the covers before moving himself closer to you until his front was practically pressed up against your back and his arms were caging you against him as to protect you from the dangers that would bring you harm. Yet under Bi-Han’s watchful eye, that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. He wouldn’t allow that to ever come to pass for how could he call himself your love if he couldn’t protect you?

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[nicksbestie]

hi!! if you’re still doing requests, can i have a chris sturniolo x autistic reader in which reader has a habit of misplacing or losing things, but on a particular she keeps consistently misplacing losing a lot of things that she loves or that she needs and it all results in her having a very bad meltdown in which chris helps calm her down and eventually comforts her in the process?

Meltdown - C. Sturniolo

Summary : You're so lucky to have such a caring boyfriend who knows exactly how to help you in moments of distress <3

Warnings : Meltdown, emotional overwhelm

Word Count : 805

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : i loved this req!! neurodivergent reqs are amazing, please keep sending them <3 reminder that ableism is not welcome here!

There were a lot of tendencies that you loved about being neurodivergent, and a lot of the time, you didn’t view yourself as any less than the average person, but there were always a couple traits that really frustrated you when it came to living as an autistic person.

You hated losing things. Not knowing where things were made you very anxious, but unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to stop doing it. No matter where you placed things, or how many times you reminded yourself that they were there, you always managed to end up losing them. 

It was like your brain just blocked out the part where you moved them to a different location, or when someone else told you that they’d put them somewhere else, and you couldn’t find them for hours after that. It often caused you incredible frustration, especially if you’d lost more than one thing at once, and sometimes fueled you to the point of tears. You hated how much this happened to you, but you had no idea how to go about fixing it in any way. Luckily, you were very supported by your boyfriend, who was always good at finding things. 

A lot of the time, he had been the one that moved the lost items, or the one that had seen you move them, and kept a mental note of where they were because he knew you would more likely than not, forget where they had been placed. He had quickly become an expert in keeping those situations from escalating into meltdowns, but sometimes you were just so upset about not being able to find important things that there was nothing he could do except help you find them and just comfort you the best that he could. 

Unfortunately, one of those times was today. You had gone out to run errands, and Chris had come with you, even though it was just a grocery store trip. He often came with you, picking out a bunch of random food for both him and his brothers, some for videos, some just for fun. Because of this, he often wandered into different aisles than the one that you were in, thus going out of your sight. However, you had always remembered what aisle he was in, and he had always texted it to you just in case you forgot. But this time was different. 

Chris had walked away to go to the bathroom, leaving you standing by yourself while picking out the things you needed from that aisle. You weren’t concerned, he had done this before, and always came right back, so you kept moving, grabbing things off of the shelves and putting them into your cart before turning into the next aisle over. Time continued to pass and you tried to brush off the anxiety that was beginning to roll in, but after fifteen minutes and no return of your boyfriend, you couldn’t help the freaking out that was going through your mind. You began taking longer breaths, trying to relax, and moving through the aisles around you to find Chris, but when you had gone through four of them and couldn’t see him anywhere, you couldn’t deny the tears filling your waterline. 

Chris was arguably the most important thing in your life, and the feeling that you had lost him was too much for you to handle at any point in life. He wasn’t responding to your text asking where he was, and this only fueled the anxiety even more. The tears in your eyes had started falling by this point, still moving between aisles and hoping to see his familiar figure. 

Chris had no idea that you were panicking. His phone had died while he was in the bathroom, and he had gotten distracted looking at some of the weird flavors of donuts and Oreos he’d seen on a small stand. It wasn’t until he heard soft crying near him that he realized what had happened, and immediately ripped himself away from the display, turning around to see you wandering between aisles, wasting no time in getting to you and pulling you into a hug. 

Feeling the way that your shoulders shook against his body broke his heart, realizing the effects of what he’d done, despite it being unintentional. He whispered comfort to you, not caring about the people that had slowed down their walking to stare at the couple having a moment in the middle of the bread aisle, only focused on you. Apologies flew through the air along with promises to never leave you, and he refused to let go of you. He led the rest of the grocery trip, getting everything you needed for you, pausing every so often to wipe tears off of your face or to kiss the top of your head.

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[norrisleclercf1]

Wrong Team, Right Person

Pairing: Carlos x TotoWolf!Daughter

Warnings: None, messy first date, Carlos is a mess, age gap

Rating: PG

You never once thought you'd be sitting in this kitchen. Of course, thinking it sounds almost like it was against your will, but it wasn't. Looking back, you knew it was crazy to try to hide from your father when this all first started, but you were young, only 22, when you first met your husband.

Your feet touch the warm dark walnut floor heading to the patio as you watch the sunrise. With a slight giggle, you recall the first time you watched this sunset. You snuck out of your hotel room after your first date together, meeting him at the secluded beach, sitting on the blanket he laid for you.

It still makes you feel like that young 20-year-old who was very impressed by the gorgeous F1 driver. It did help the sexiness of him being your father’s rival. Resting your head back on the rocking chair, your body shivers from the slight ocean breeze but more so from the body that was now hovering behind you.

“After all these years you should know not to sneak up on me.” You mumble into your coffee mug as that deep chuckle brushes your ears.

“Sorry, mi alma, I woke and didn't feel you next to me and didn't like that.” He mumbles, sitting down in the rocking chair next to yours.

You huff a laugh and look into those whirls of sun and walnut in his eyes, setting the cup down.

“Do you ever think about how we met?” Watching the mix of emotions on his face, the love, happiness, anxiety.

“Yes, your father hates me.” He grumbles swiping your coffee taking a sip as you adjust your husband opening his arms to you. Getting comfortable on his lap, you both watch the sunrise.

“He doesn't hate you, maybe.....” You stop seeing the look on his face making you both laugh as his grip on you tightens.

“I drive for Ferrari; we're lucky it wasn't Red Bull that would have sent him to an early grave.” He grumbles in your hair as you smile at the memory.

“Oh yes, the Spanish heartthrob with the sex hair, who wears red.” You laugh as Carlos’s fingers run over your stomach, making you laugh.

“God, I still remember when you crashed that meeting.” Carlos kisses your neck as you grow quiet, thinking about that day 10 years ago.

“Oh, God, I’m late, fuck I’m late Dad going to kill me.” You rush through the paddocks heading to the main building for the meeting.

Being Toto Wolf’s daughter, you were held to specific standards especially being the head of Engineering at Mercedes. You rush to the door and throw it open but grind to a halt seeing every driver and director of the teams in the meeting.

“Y/N, something wrong?” Your father asks, standing up fast, seeing your frantic state.

Listen, you were good at thinking on your feet, and of course, now it dawns on you that your meeting wasn't till the evening.

“Fuck, im sorry, but yes, yeah, I need to speak to you.” You gasped in a way since you ran throughout the entire paddock.

“Excuse me, everyone,” Toto mumbles, ushering you out of the room but not before you look up, locking eyes with Carlos Sainz and turning into a tomato.

“Shit, Papa, I thought our meeting was this morning, and I was late; I’m sorry.” You grumble, making it look like something is wrong since everyone can see you both; just your luck; you didn't look up to know that you could've looked up to see who was in the meeting.

“Esh, Y/n, it's fine, but really?” He asks, pushing hair out of your face and making you slap his hand slightly and fix it yourself.

“Sorry, I was up late going over the engine and how to push it, but not to much to hurt it.” You grumble throwing your hands up making your Papa shake his head.

“We’ll talk later, but take the night off honestly; you need it.” He whispers before heading back into the meeting.

Turning slightly, you notice that the 2nd Ferrari driver is still watching you with this look that makes you anxious, but in a way that goes to a specific part of your body as you rush away from the meeting room.

You don't know why you did it, but you grab your stuff and hunker down in front of the Mercedes motor home enjoying the warm Spanish sun. It was the week of the Spanish Grand Prix, and you were here at Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya, a gorgeous track with a city to match. You didn't pay much attention to Lewis or Geroge, that say hello to you, but you make a noise, and they shake their heads, moving inside.

“You’re not too hot?” A voice asks, making you freeze, knowing that accent. Turning your head, you see Carlos Sainz standing next to Charles, Lando, and Daniel, the pairs heading to their motorhomes.

“Excuse me?” A slight bite to your reply made Daniel smirk. Daniel was one of the first drivers to get to know you when you were a simple engineer intern and forced you to become friends with him.

“The Spanish sun gets scorching, im shocked you can withstand it.” Carlos comments, a confused look is crossing his face making Daniel and the other two snort slightly.

“I think what Carlos means, Little Wolf, is that you've been out here since you left the meeting, and he's wondering how you didn't notice you were sweating,” Daniel explains, which has you finally regained awareness of how you felt.

“Oh, you're right; I got lost in my work and didn't even notice,” Daniel smirks, and you notice the slight nudge he gives Carlos.

“Come get a drink with us,” Carlos demands as Charles's eyes narrow at his teammate.

“Y/n, why don't you join us for food and drinks? It's hot out, and you look like you could use it; come on, im sure Mercedes can afford to let you go.” Charles counters, making you smile slightly at them.

“Sure, but Papa can't know.” You give them a pointed look which makes them all nod as you gather up your stuff and sit inside without being noticed. You turn and look down at your outfit, wearing a pantsuit, and shake your head.

Taking off your jacket, you show off the plunging V tank top, and changing from heels to flat opentoed sandals, pulling your hair into a messy bun you walk out and move next to the boys.

“Ready?” You ask drawing their attention to you noticing the way 3 of them ere staring at Carlos who’s eyes you soaking you in.

“Yes.” Carlos answers, not even thinking when he grabs your hand and pulls you next to him as you walk through the paddock.

Carlos spoke to you about the city as it wasn't a long walk to the city, showing it to you, even explaining the history of it all. You ask questions, not even noticing the way the other three back off as Carlos brings you all to a local restaurant.

“I love it here; you can see the ocean and the people. It's wonderful.” Carlos smiles, full of pride for his country and his love of it.

“I don't get to explore often, but.....Barcelona is my favorite so far.” Not even looking at the view but starting at Carlos, who turns and smiles at you, but a slight blush on both your cheeks.

“Let's eat, im starving.” Land whines breaking the moment and making Daniel grumble something in Lando’s ear, who whispers back.

“I don't know what to order.” You say out loud not knowing why you said it for everyone to hear.

Carlos smiles and looks over the menus and turns to the waitress, who orders in Spanish; the others are not bothered by it, as they don't even look over the menu.

“We let him order, no point; he knows what we all like,” Charles explains, grabbing your menu to hand to the waitress.

You want to question how Carlos knows what you like, but you don't, just enjoying your time. The food comes being explained that there was Jámon, olives, olive oil, a garlic spread, thin pieces of bread, paella, a very famous dish in Spain, and other things on the table.

Food and laughs are passed around you, five trading stories and even some drinks, but you don't get too much having to go to a meeting soon. Carlos can't help but stare at you; he’s been watching you for a couple of months now. The way you fit in with his friends, embracing the city and food, he couldn't help but fall deeper for you.

He would've asked you months ago, but when he found out that Toto was your father, he backed down and even stayed away when Toto found out about his feelings for you. The age gap didn't help, but Toto didn't care for that, it was more so for who Carlos drove for.

He was enamored with you, the way youhow your hair shined in the sun, how you watched the people and looked....relaxed. This was the first time he saw you truly relaxed, and he loved it. Honestly, he craved for you to look this simple around him, to know he could take away the stress from you without you even noticing.

“Shit, I’m late.” You gasp, looking at your watch, bringing Carlos out of his thoughts and looking at you confused.

“What do you mean? Stay.” Carlos grabs your hand, stopping you from getting up as you stare at him.

“I can't; I have a head of engineering meeting, and I have to go.” You explain, trying to get up again, but Carlos stands.

“Fine, I’ll walk with you then.” He grumbles and lays down some money to pay for the dinner, and follows your quick walk back to the track.

“Y/n.” Carlos reaches for you, but you move faster than he grabs you and groans in frustration.

“Y/n.” Carlos stops you making you falter as you stare up at him.

“Today.....I wanted this to be a date, but I couldn't exactly ask you, and now you're running off for work and feel like this is a complete disaster, and now im rambling this out of the blue.” Carlos groans, pulling his hair as he rambles into Spanish.

“Carlos, I would've said yes. If you asked.” You mumble, making the Spaniard freeze and look at you with a smile growing on his lips.

“I know Papa told you to stay away from me, but I was shocked you listened to him.” You smile, and Carlos groans, shaking his head.

“I don't know how to do this with you; normally, it's easy, but I become a mess with you.” Carlos laughs, making you laugh.

“Okay, I still have that meeting to get to.” You laugh, starting to walk again, but Carlos stops you.

“Meet me here at 5 in the morning; I want to show you something.” He whispers and kisses your cheek before you both part ways.

You couldn't pay attention throughout the meeting and barely slept until the alarm went off, letting you know it was time to meet with Carlos. Getting dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, you slip on your tennis shoes and drop out of your hotel room, being careful not to run into anyone as you smile stupidly.

Rushing to the area, you see Carlos, who stands straight and swoops you up into a hug holding you close, and pulls away. “Come, I want to show the best view.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead, and pulls you toward the beach.

You both walk talking about anything and everything as the beach gets closer Carlos walks closer to the ocean and stops laying out a blanket and helps you sit down. Carlos moves and sits behind you having you lean against his chest.

“It doesn't bother me.” You whisper making Carlos hum feeling his head move to look down at you his chin now resting on your shoulder.

“The age gap, it doesn't bother me.” You giggle, making Carlos huff and kiss your neck. “I’m not that old.” He grumbles, making you smile, pulling his arms tighter around you. “I'm not going to wear red.” You mumble, making him laugh as you both fall back into a comfortable silence watching the gorgeous sunrise.

“Honestly, it really was a bad first date.” You laugh with you husband who shakes his head knowing it was pathetic. But he made up for it later in Monaco with a fantastic date.

“Yes, yes, Charles and Lando still make fun of me for it after all these years,” Carlos whispers but stops hearing the familiar pounding of the floor.

“Incoming.” He warns as two small bodies come running out on the patio.

“Mama! Papa!” The little voices yell as they crush you and your husband, trying to sit on your lap. You smile down at your little boys as they talk to your husband, still trying to get comfortable. Carlos tells them to calm down, but you smile, pulling them close to you.

Carlos might have been from the wrong team, but damn, was he the right person.

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[satorusbbgg]

POV: You end up with Satoru in the Prison Realm (Part-1)

"Satoru!" You screamed in sheer aghast and anxiety as Suguru Geto was about to close the gate to the Prison Realm. You could not comprehend on what to do- you were Satoru's only ally at Fukutoshin Platform (BF5), the rest were either non-sorcerers or enemies. Honestly, you despised Satoru, however seeing him all weak and vulnerable, being held down by weird, cranky-ass tentacle-like structures, made you rethink whether you actually loathed him.

Satoru did not even bother looking at you, but Suguru did, the latter grinned. "My, my, Satoru. Before you go, why don't you say good-bye to your girl?" Satoru remained stiff as ever, so did you. Suguru chuckled and then shrugged. "You had the chance to bid her a proper farewell but seeing you, I guess you don't want to." "Satoru?" You called out again, this time yet gently. Satoru spared you a tiny glance that conveyed 'Don't worry, I am the strongest' but you knew better; even he was anxious.

Suguru smiled, "Let us meet again in the new world. Good night, Gojo Satoru." For a moment, everything just stopped until Suguru's voice was heard again. "Close." You sweared felt something strange in your heart, therefore without even a mere second thought, you leapt in, intentionally, along with Satoru.

"Holy shit!" Satoru cursed as you both landed in Prison Relam. You gulped; why did you even jump in? "Care to get up from my lap or do you like daddy's lap too much?" Your cheeks flushed as you realized that you landed on Satoru's lap. You practically scurried off his lap and, in that process, your head hit a pile of bones which made you wince. Satoru did not even try to stifle his laugh and burst out laughing. "God! You're such a clumsy ass idiot!"

You huffed in annoyance and sat up straight with a visible red and swollen bump on your forehead, making him laugh harder. You rolled your eyes, "You are the idiot! You fell in Sug-Kenjaku's trap, for God's sake!" Satoru held his stomach, not even reacting to what you had said. "Well, I agree, however come on, Suguru was my beloved sweetheart so it was obvious for me to you know.... But but but, you are the dumber one since you got yourself into his trouble. I am not even your friend, sweetie. Don't you hate me?"

"Inspite of my personal feelings towards you, this is professional business, and you are my colleague, it is very normal to be concerned of your colleague, right?" You spoke in a rather confident manner, but the last word sounded unsure because you indeed were flabbergasted as to why you jumped in with Satoru. He looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes and speaks up, "I don't think concern extends up to jumping in Prison Realm with a person you despise. Tell me, what is it? Do you perhaps have a crush on me or are you in love, huh?"

Your face flushed in crimson as you tried to find a suitable reason for his question... but he was correct, indeed. Yet you couldn't let him win... you had to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. "Well, I was concerned that you would not be able to take part in your usual miscellaneous activities like shopping and making people furious and therefore, you might bore yourself to death. I am simply here to accompany you, Satoru." His grin widened, "So you are volunteering for me to annoy you? Oh, you are so in love~"

You gritted your teeth, glaring at him, "Anything but that-" You were cut off by him laughing. "You really don't know me, do you? Either I spend my time fighting curses and teaching or", he leaned in closer to you, his breath brushing your ear, "I go around making pretty girls like you beg for my cock, suck on it and then of course, I make them cum, manifold times on my cock."

A/N: Part 2 will be up soon!

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[seuonji]

Hello!! I'm new to your page but I'm really enjoying your writing! <33 I was wondering if I could request a little smt ☺️ How would svt (any unit) react to you being anxious about driving because of past accidents. I was recently (like 24hrs ago) in an accident (got rear ended so hard it threw me off the street & into a tree) so I'm trying to find ways to comfort myself a bit since I'm still a shaken up about the whole incident (luckily no physical injuries!) :)

from aya: oh my, thats so recent,, i’m so sorry that happened but glad to know you’re okay with no injuries but still, hope you heal well from this. take it easy and take care<3 (and i hope you got compensated ong TT)

glad to know you’re enjoying my account i appreciate your feedback so much!! i hope this comforts you well╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ and i hope you get the courage to drive again!! stay safe <3

seungcheol/joshua/jun/jihoon/seokmin would definitely understand why you’d feel anxious to drive, it’s a traumatic experience! he wouldn’t force or ask you to get back to driving until you say you want to try again.

when you tried to drive but the anxiety came over you, he would listen to what you’re afraid of and would try to guide you on how to conquer it. he’d start off by making you feel comfortable in a car so he would be the driver, with you in the passenger seat. he’d drive you to your favourite place. “hey, you can’t come here if you can’t drive yourself,” he said as a small tease. it was really more of a hinted encouragement.

once you’re ready, he’ll support you until you feel completely confident in driving again!! he’d sit in your passenger seat and reassure you that you’re okay.

“just relax, i’m here.”

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jeonghan/minghao/seungkwan/chan when the accident first happened he pampered you everyday even if you had full mobility. he listened to your concerns and he would try to give advice.

slowly as days passed he gently reasoned with you so you’d start thinking about driving again. “yn do you know how much cheaper it is to drive rather than take public transport?” he asks as he brushes your hair with his fingers. he wasn’t rushing you into anything, he just thought it might help with your morale. he also just generally knew that you couldn’t stay scared.

“i know you’re scared of what happened before but i promise you it won’t happen again.” he gives small encouragements until you get back on track. he’s with you every step of the way, he’d go on every car ride if that’s what you want.

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soonyoung/wonwoo/mingyu/vernon stayed with you at home after the accident happened. he consoled you and made sure you were getting the comfort you needed.

during the time when you were anxious he tended to give you pep talks— “yn, you can do this. it’s scary i know but i will be there with you when you’re ready to try,” he said while holding both your hands. it’s a tough situation you’re in but he knows overtime you would regain your strength and courage.

he’d be the one to drive in the meantime until you’re ready. when you were they would of course be in the passenger seat. even if you drive one centimetre they’re already cheering for you. they’re endlessly caring and happy for however amount you try!!

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they all validate your feelings and totally understand where you’re coming from. they aswell remind you yourself to go through the process slowly and not to rush!! take it step by step. they’re just generally protective over you. the first time you got in the accident they could barely handle the thought of it, especially since they hated the fact you were hurt. in this moment your health is their priority!!

drive responsibly guys(´⊙ω⊙`)!!

#🐚☆ #🫧requests! #📢aya wrote! #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt imagines #svt x reader #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #hong joshua #joshua x reader #moon junhui #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #lee jihoon #woozi #woozi x reader #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #lee seokmin #seokmin x reader #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #xu minghao #minghao x reader #boo seungkwan #vernon x reader #hoshi #lee chan

[kassandras-one-braincell]

i have so many more thoughts about eivor help me

- i saw your post and you’re so right. she literally gives off warm vibes. even her smell just makes you want to curl up in her arms and never move

- trinkets. she loves trinkets. any time she’s working on a project outside or out and about, she has to pick something up. every time you come home, there’s a new rock or small object on a bookshelf that you specifically dedicated to eivor’s trinket collecting.

- okay i… do not know anything about building. or dirty work. i hate getting my hands dirty (this is a complete self-serve please bear with me here). eivor would LOVE to do all of the handy work for you. especially if she comes home after a long day and sees you (cue gasp) trying to fix a drawer or a shelf on your own with her tools. she would rush over to you and tbh (me) you’ve probably been crying because why is building stuff so hard??? and you chipped a nail which made you even more upset. eivor just.. gently easing the tools out of your hands and telling you to go take a nice shower and relax while she takes care of it.

- on that note, eivor would be great at taking care of your anxiety. especially if you’re more on the shy/quiet/introverted side.

- in public, it’s a protective arm around you, and mean glares to anyone who might make you anxious. sweet forehead kisses and reassuring words whispered into your ear after you have to order at a restaurant. ushering you into a quiet space when you get overwhelmed and hugging you close, providing warmth and comfort <3

- in private, she amps it up a lot more. i have anxiety, so i get anxious at random times over random things. if you’re cooking or working on some homework or paperwork and get overwhelmed, she’s there in an instant with a big bear hug and all the kisses you could ever want. maybe it’s just one of those days where you wake up and feel like crap. eivor takes the day off and stays in with you, encouraging you to eat and at least read a little bit of a book or take a shower. if you can’t? she’s more than happy to stay in bed, snuggled up with you.

- speaking of which.. eivor’s bed is probably the comfiest thing in the world. minimal but extremely fluffy and comfy pillows, a big comforter with some extra throw blankets. expensive ass sheets. probably silk or something. she wants you to be as comfy as possible. also she has one of those attached lights on her headboard for when she reads late at night and doesn’t want to wake you. i don’t make the rules

okay i’ll probably be back with more but um. here’s this

Eivor absolutely gives the impression that she's patient and sympathetic around people of a more anxious disposition, yeah. I see her as encouraging without being demanding during those bad days. She would contentedly spend a day with you doing nothing but relying on comforts, but she'd move you and your blankets to the sofa, so your sleep pattern wouldn't suffer, and you'd get some more natural light come through.

By nature, she's very rational and wouldn't let you neglect yourself, but she understands how ordinary tasks can be daunting when you're in a shit state of mind. If you can't bring yourself to eat a meal, she'll offer you lighter, snackier foods intermittently. If brushing your teeth is too overwhelming, she'll bring you some mouthwash and a cup to spit it into (no word of a lie, this is how I avoided serious dental damage when I was at my lowest - a little goes a long way). She'll take care of your hair for you, and encourage you to walk with her into the kitchen for the sake of your joints. She is your rock, but a soft rock. Like soapstone.

Eivor loving building and tinkering is canon, that's the law, give her a toolbox and some flat pack furniture and she'll be busy for hours. While I'm a bit of a high femme handyman who can vividly imagine having hers-and-hers toolboxes, you're on the mark, she wouldn't mind one bit if all the diy is left to her, especially if you hate it! Why would she want you distressing yourself when she has powertools?Speaking of, don't let her loose in a diy store. You won't see her until it closes. Love her for that even more.

#eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor x reader #lovely anons

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

First of all: I love your writing!

And i do have a question of course: What do you think about the brothers falling in love for the first time? Being confronted with this human feelings. That confusing teenage body stuff ... What physical age do you think they are?

Have a nice day🌻

teenage boys crushing ? II uk brothers x reader

well first of all thank you :) i hope you love this!

Wales

physical age i see him : 27

the first time he felt the butterflies in his stomach which quickly turned into anxiety, and whenever he would think about his feelings, he hated it. Not that he hated the person, he just hated how anxious he was about it. Overthinking every little detail or word he would say, even being extra cautious around his own siblings. What he feared the most was not being able to control any of his feelings or mostly the way his body reacted to such chemical reactions inside of his body. His physical age had no relation with how he felt however, a little bit of his conscience still thought that if older (physically) it wouldn't make him that flustered.

Northern Ireland

physical age i see him : 26

first time he really had a crush, a real real real one, he started fidgeting...and since then, he never stopped playing with his hands. Fidgety king, starts fidgeting not only his hands but his entire arm or any object surrounding him. Usually if flustered, which happens on extreme and rare occasions, his brothers keep a bunch of fidget toys or actually take him out to get another one so he gets to touch something. England has been complaining about his crush the wrong way as Northern ireland started ripping one of the living room couch cushions whilst watching movies. The discolored patch and hole over the cushion was just hidden by scotland flipping around the cushion itself but it kept reminding the redhead of the main subject of his worries.

England 

physical age i see him : 26

sweaty mess, he feels heated and sweated for anything. As if his potential feelings for that special someone controlled everything he was doing in his daily life. Cooking makes him a sweaty mess, running a marathon gives off the exact same result. The heat appears in his neck for some reason, yet he is doesn't seem to be blushing around his face. Scotland joked about the fact that his crush wouldn't notice anyways as his face would be sunburned before any blush could appear on his face anyways. Much to england's annoyance, the scot was right. He had to suffer the sweat and heatwaves whenever his crush was around. His blood felt like boiling and cooling off every minutes that passed.

Scotland

physical age i see him : 27

He had to embrace it eventually, but was taking himself too seriously at first.

First time he felt the butterflies in his stomach, it took him completely by surprise. He was used to being tough, fearless, and independent, so experiencing this rush of emotions was new and overwhelming for him.

He brushed it off as mere curiosity, but as days turned into weeks, he couldn't ignore the intensity of his feelings. The anxiety bubbled up inside him, making him doubt his every move and word, his body seemed to have a mind of its own. It made him vulnerable and flustered, which he almost never allowed himself to be seen as. His nation identity was not his entire person, but more a part of him that needed to coexist with his physical body and soul, which were in love.

#uk brothers #hetalia x reader #hetalia #hws england #hws scotland #aph scotland #hws wales #hws northern ireland

[plainemmanem]

Steve :( the boy who everyone calls an idiot :( Steve :( the boy who was tossed into something he wasn’t ready for :( Steve :( the boy that hates hurting people and gets shit for when he does and loses :( Steve :( the one that’s there for everyone but who’s there for him :( Steve :(the boy who just wants a happy ending with his six kids and the love of hid life :(

ouch:(

i think there’s numerous times in your relationships where you kind of see that steve still has a lot of trauma from a lot of things:(

he’ll call you in the middle of the night, out of the blue. you can tell he’s a little out of breath and you ask what’s wrong and he’s sounds just a little scared over the phone but he always brushes it off. “‘s nothing, just wanted to hear your voice.” but you realize later he still has a lot of night terrors, some so bad, he can’t even get back to sleep after:(

you’ll be out for lunch at a local little restaurant and you’ll both fall into a comfortable silence, holding each other’s hands from across the table, and behind you, a waiter may drop a glass or knock over a plate, and he jumps a little bit more than just being startled. his grip on your hand gets tighter and his face gets a little paler. and he’s quiet for the rest of the night after that:(

there’ll be times where you’re out of town for a few days to visit friends, and he calls you every day, as much as he can, and you can always tell he’s a little anxious if you’re gonna pick up. at first you thought it was cute, how eager he wanted to talk to you, but then you realize it’s a different type of anxiety. “steve, honey, you just called me an hour ago” “i… i know, i just wanted to make sure, you know that nothing happened.” and when you get back he hugs you so incredibly tight, like he was afraid you weren’t going to make it back to him:(

you’ll be out at a party, talking to some random guy for a few minutes, and steve will come up to you, and at first it’s a little cute, he’s clearly a little jealous. nothing crazy. but when you get back in the car, you can tell he’s got something on his mind and when you ask him, you can tell he’s a little embarrassed. “i just, well… god it’s stupid, i know it’s stupid, but, i don’t know i just saw you talking to that guy and… well i just wanted to make sure that we were good?” “steve, of course we’re good? really good. what do you mean what’s wrong?” “it’s, it’s nothing. i just wanted to make sure you still, you know, wanted to be with me.” and you have to ask him to pull over because the thought of not being with him hurts too much. and you take the whole night to show him just how much he means to you, just how much you’re grateful for him, just how much you love him. because he forgets sometimes:(

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

[box-architecture]

more of this specific au

Quackity destroying Dream's scalp and hair in prison. Sam holding a piece of hair to inspect the damage.

Sam is actually really upset about this, even though Dream doesn't get why

Ah yes, torture is okay, but but destroying her hair? Something Sam used to spend hours brushing when they were young, and made her stare when Dream was on the battlefield?

Sam ends up banning Quackity for a week and tries to repair the damage herself. (Sam is. Extremely Stressed. Dream's hair is Important. It's a sign that things are Normal. Dream can't really be having too hard a time, she's still taking care of her hair!)

Dream will 100 percent insist she doesn't care and that it doesnt matter, shes being tortured for fucks sake. (Being feminine was important to her. Being able to go toe to toe with anyone and win while also getting to be a woman. Because there's always that pressure to sort of. renounce femininity when you get higher up. People sneer at you for caring about your appearance)

She bites her tongue while Sam inspects her scalp, and there's a deep, resentful pit in her stomach. Just A Pretty Thing. Regardless of what she was enduring. It felt like the torture wasn't real for Sam until she saw this. And there's some part of Dream that wants Sam to see how ugly it really was. Sam finally getting a glimpse of the reality, torture isn't pretty, this isn't a game that Sam can win.

When Quackity is let back in it shatters something inside her a bit. She keeps finding little bits of faith in Sam and it keeps proving futile. Since this is an alternate communication knife au she probably starts up the favors around now, but she is Not Doing Great.

Also makes the favors have a different undercurrent of tension to them. Sam is wrestling with guilt about the hair (and trying hard to ignore the fact that Dream is now covered in scars) and Dream is trying hard to Perform Pretty, anxious that Sam will stop the favors because she doesn't look like how she likes.

Everything Is Fine.

Punz ends up holding Dream and rocking her a lot post prison. Dream is briefly stuck in a cycle of hating what she looks like and hating herself for caring about what she looks like.

When the escape happens, Punz sees Dream's hair destroyed and Dream is forced to stop and get a warm jacket and scarf and is forced into Comfy Time (Dream is not pleased).

Techno breaks Dream out, lets Dream fuck off wherever, Dream goes back to Punz, and Punz sees the state of Dream's hair and instantly knows somethings wrong. She doesn't manage to get much out of Dream while she's trying to go get the Axe of Peace back, but she does demand Dream come see her after.

When they meet and Punz questions her about her hair, Dream has a mild meltdown, raging about how her hair didn't matter and it was fine and is that all that matters to Punz? And Punz, who is just trying their best, ends up hugging her and they sit on the floor while Dream cries.

This Is Very Fine.

Dream gets cleaned up and bandaged and taken care of, and Punz has decided that Sam and Quackity will die. First one doesn't end up happening, but like, one out of two is still pretty good.

When they do end up becoming a trio with Sam, the eventual talk about the hair is. Interesting. And by that I mean Sam decides she isn't up for sex once, and Dream kind of lurches and and goes off to the bathroom to have a very quiet anxiety attack (Sam doesn't want to have sex with her Sam doesn't want her because she isn't pretty anymore her hair is gone she's different now-)

And Sam panics because Dream very abruptly left looking upset, and when Dream doesn't answer she calls she breaks in and flounders a bit before loafing on top of Dream and purring to try to calm her down.

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"I'm not going to be pretty again"

"What?" Sam looked down at her, confused.

"My hairs gone. Its not coming back," Dream informed her. Sam was not allowed to wrap her arms around her, but she pressed herself a little closer. "You ruined it."

"I didn't," Sam protested instantly, "Quackity did-"

"You did it," Dream stressed, "You let her in. And now its gone. You're not getting it back. So why don't you just leave."

Dream curled up tighter into a ball in the tub. Where was Punz? Punz was always good at making Sam leave.

Sam hesitated. Her ears drooped. "I don't want to leave you."

"You heard what I said."

"Yes, but… I don't… you're very pretty." Sam mumbled, face heating up. "I can call you pretty more often, if you want."

Dream felt a little numb.

"What," she croaked, or she thought she did. She didn't seem to fully exist in her body at the moment. "was the point of all this? You let Quackity torture me for months without a word, but the minute I lose my hair, you act like its a death sentence. You cared more about how I looked than you did about me. And now you're acting like it never happened."

Dream looked up at the light on the ceiling. It hurt to stare at, but she didn't care. "Get off your idiot train and go bother someone else. I'm sure being a loser got you a bunch of loser friends to hang out with."

For a long time, it was silent. Dream continued to stare at the light, never glancing in Sam's direction. There was no shuffle of creeper paws, no shutting of the door, no indignant huff. Just silence.

Finally, in a very small voice, Sam said, "I'm sorry."

Dream didn't respond.

"I liked your hair. It was, you." Sam shifted, trying to find the words. She struggled for a moment, before wilting. "When it was gone, it felt. Wrong. You're supposed to be you."

Dream closed her eyes. The light hurt too much.

"I should have done a lot of things different. Like, like letting Quackity in. Or panicking over your hair. Or… all of it."

Sam swallowed. "Even if I don't have the right to say it, I still think you're pretty. Even without your hair, you look really nice. Like, sunlight. Or a butterfly."

Dream snorted wetly. "Butterflies are symmetrical. I'm not like that."

"But when they're in a garden," Sam insisted, "and you're looking at all the flowers, and they look nice, but you stare at the butterfly when it flies by, and you don't care about any of the flowers. You're looking at how pretty the butterfly is. You're like that."

Dream laughed softly, tasting salt in her mouth. "I don't know what that means."

Sam perked up. Her tail wagged. "Your laugh is pretty, too. Everything about you is pretty. It makes everyone want to look at you all the time. I-"

Sam cut herself off, cheeks pink. Dream turned her head in curiosity. "What?"

She stuttered, paws shuffling. "I like looking at you. When you're here. I like you."

Tension seeped slowly out of Dream's figure, draining her of any energy she had left over. Good. This was good. Sam wasn't leaving her over her hair, and Sam apologized. This was good. Everything was-

"Dream?" Sam asked in concern. Dream felt a wayward tear slide down the bridge of her nose.

"I'm tired." Her eyelids drooped at the realization. "If you bring me to the bed, you can sleep with me."

She felt Sam pick her up with surprising gentleness, cradling her to her chest. A warm breath fell against her torn ear.

"If you want that." Sam murmured.

Dream barely registered them leaving the bathroom. As soon as her body hit the sheets, she melted into its softness. The past hour had been so much, but she would sleep it off and things would make more sense.

Fluffy paw pads brushed at her cheeks. "You're crying, Dream."

"Mm."

A warm body pressed into hers and began to purr.

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Punz shows up with Dreams meds or something like 30 minutes later, and nearly murders Sam. She's stopped by Dream, who asks for sleepy cuddles, and then they're forced to hold off on murdering Sam until they can find another reason to stab her.

#backposting #genderbend #communication knife au #awesamwastaken #awesamdrunz #Gender doesn't so much change the main story beats as it does change a lot of what the characters internalize and how they interact sociall #Gender is a performance after all #and society really pushes certain roles and certain ideas onto you depending on how you present yourself

[moonchildstyles]

i feel like h would let angel do his hair, especially if she was feeling anxious for some reason and needed something to do with her hands.

like maybe he has the morning off and angel got an email or something from her parents- something just set her off and she was nervous and fidgeting with anything around her and h obviously notices and curls up beside her on the couch asking if she needs anything but she denies it and instinctively starts curling a piece of his hair around her fingers and it’s like a lightbulb moment goes off in his head because if he’s going to do anything before he has to leave for work, it’s make sure she’s okay again, so he’s gently asking her if she’d like to do his hair for a little while and his little smile when her wide eyes brighten just a little and “really?” and he’s nodding and sliding his fingers around hers and “y’can do whatever you like, but i have to leave in an hour so it just has to look good for all the guys to see me” and she’s nodding and asking if he can grab a brush and some elastics and he’s already a little apprehensive but he trusts her with his whole heart and knows that no matter what she would completely wreck his hair and leave him no time to fix it- and when he comes out with a few things in his hand she’s gesturing for him to sit on the floor between her legs while she’s on the sofa and he puts on her favourite film while she starts brushing his hair and he’s just enjoying the little head massage and feeling of her fingers combing through his hair and after a few minutes he can tell she’s putting it into French braids and he’s just making little comments to her about the movie which she’s replying to and he can hear in her voice that she’s starting to calm down and feel less anxious, and they continue like that until she’s done and she just taps his shoulder and “look at me please” and he’s turning around and she smiles when she sees the two braids going down to the base of his neck from the front and “all done baby?” and she nods and makes him get up and look in the mirror while she still has time to fix it if he hates it but it actually looks really good- different for him and he’s never worn it like this especially to work, but he will for her obviously and he likes it but he loves even more when he looks back to her and she has her hands folded in her lap, nervous fidgeting having disappeared while :) “what do you think?” and he’s crawling back into the sofa and mumbling about how much he loves it and he’s giving her soft little kisses all over her face which makes her giggle and “are you going to keep it like that all day?” and of course he is, just so sweet and talking about how the guys will think she did an incredible job when he tells them it was all her and he’s kissing over the little flush that rose to her cheeks and grabbing her wrists and kissing her hands and “feeling better, angel? cant leave you unless you’re okay” and she feels a lot better and practically forgot about the anxiety she was feeling and the rest of the time until he has to leave is just them cuddled up on the sofa sharing little kisses while she watches the film and ofc when he gets to work everyone is commenting on his hair and he’s just quietly praising her despite her lack of presence and they all already knew she was responsible for it, and h has to admit to himself that having his hair in braid makes it a lot easier when he has to tattoo because it’s completely out of his face and maybe he’ll be asking for her to do it again after this 😌 - 🍓

stop :(((( him letting hr braid his hair just so she can have a chance to calm down before he has to head to work:( letting her watch one of her little shows or movies so he can talk to her and get her distracted:((((( but him loving the braids and being so proud of her and telling ppl his girl did his hair today :((((( him playing with the ends of his braids while hes sketching :((((((( im literally sooooo obsessed w it and him kissing her hands and face making sue shes feeling alright before he heads out:( and ofc he loves it and I think he'd def ask her to do it more :(

#anon #ask #🍓 anon #aster inspo #concept

[arianna-bradshaw]

Some Things Never Get Old: Part Two

Summary: Bradley has his first deployments

TW: 18+ Smut, Deployment, Anxiety

Word Count: 1,526

6 Months Later, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw had graduated from Top Gun, and was assigned his first deployment. He would be gone on a mission for two months, and not one that you could follow along on. It was terrifying, knowing that Bradley would be out somewhere flying in combat against God knows who. He would be leaving tomorrow morning at 0500 on the carrier, so tonight was for them. The night started with dinner at their favourite restaurant and led them to the Hard Deck, where the other Aviators assigned on the mission were hanging out. 

Bradley serenaded her with Great Balls of Fire, while she sat in his lap, ending with a kiss. She was terrified, and anxious- almost sick; but she acted happy and let Rooster take her home.

"I'm sorry I have to leave, I didn't imagine my first mission would be this long, honey." Rooster said softly as you both sat in your bedroom. He had fully moved back in and all the room showed off him and you. 

"I know," You whispered, leaning under his arm. "I'm scared for you, Rooster." 

"I'll be safe, love. I promise, I'm coming back to you no matter what." Bradley kissed your head and rubbed your shoulder. You nodded and clung to him, as if he'd slip away. 

"I love you." You whispered, moving to sit in his lap, face buried in his neck. 

"I love you too, Y/N." Bradley said softly, petting your hair. "C'mon I needa get some rest." You both changed into sleep clothes, and you were laying on his chest. You couldn't sleep, not when this might be the last time you get to hold him like this. You would savor every moment even if it meant being exhausted when you sent him off tomorrow. 

But eventually you did fall asleep, lulled by his steady breathing and heartbeat. You woke up to Rooster's alarm, and him groaning. He shut off the alarm and kissed your head before making his way out of bed. You sat up and watched him get dressed in his khaki uniform, shoving extras into his duffle bag. He gently set in a few pictures printed of you and him before zipping it. He turned and noticed you were awake. 

"Morning, baby." Bradley kissed your head, and you couldn't help how your eyes watered as you clung to him. He helped you dress into shorts and one of his grey Navy t-shirts; brushing your hair for you. You hated how much of a mess your were, but he was leaving and you didn't know if he'd make it. 

He drove his Bronco with you in the passenger seat, and as you drove the fourty minute drive to base, the sun was rising. Rooster kept a steady hand on your thigh as he hummed along to the radio. He seemed to calm, but you knew he was probably terrified; just like you. 

When you arrived and walked out with him to the jet he'd fly to the carrier you starting sobbing. You both clung to eachother outside his jet, him rocking you and kissing your head. "I promise I'll be back beautiful, b-but if something does happen you need to take care of yourself okay? Don't lose yourself."

You nodded in response, struggling to peel yourself away from him. Eventually he kissed you gently and pulled away. "I love you, Y/N." he whispered. 

"I love you too, Bradley." You whispered back; and before you knew it he was strapped in and out in the air. The walk back to the Bronco without him was horrible, and you hated the drive even more. As soon as you arrived in your apartment you were typing out an email for him to read once he arrived on the boat he'd be stationed at. 

Dear Rooster,

I literally just parked at the apartment and I didn't know what to do with myself so I turned on the computer to talk to you. I never thought it would be this hard, my love. You HAVE to come back, because if you don't I cannot live. You are my soulmate, and when you get your ass back here I'm determined to marry you. I have 100% faith in you, and your abilities. I'm so proud of you, Bradley. Please write back as soon as you can. I love you!

Love, 

Your Hen

Bradley did respond and over the next few weeks you emailed eachother whenever possible. Until Brad told you it'd be his last email; because they had to stay low now and start the actual mission. Your heart stopped and you wished him luck, and turned off the laptop. 

Your shifts at the Hard Deck got harder and harder seeing men come in uniform and not be Rooster; but you had to be fine- he had to be fine. You'd be strong for him. A few days before the set day of arrival, you got a call from the Navy. You immideietly thought the worst and your breath picked up. 

"Is this Y/F/N?" You were asked, and you were sure that they were about to confirm your address to send announcement officers. 

"This is she?" You responded, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"The confirmed arrival of Bradley Bradshaw will be on June 25th at 0800; the ship will be at the Top Gun port." You let out a sigh of relief and thanked them, rushing over to Penny's to inform her of the good news. She hugged you tightly as you cried in relief; clinging to her.

When the day finally came, you were there early, waiting with other spouses and family beside the port entrance. When you saw the ship, your heart sped up and you grinned- tears in your eyes. 

It took a while for it to dock, and for the men and women to be released off but when you saw Bradley walking down nothing else mattered. You ran to him as soon as he hit the mainland and jumped into his arms. He clung to you, whispering assurances in your ear as you sobbed. 

"Fuck Rooster I was so scared." You whined, kissing him deeply. You both walked, hand in hand to the Bronco and he drove back towards town. 

"Our place or the Hard Deck?" He asked softly, rubbing your thigh. 

"Take me home, Bradshaw." You grinned, kissing his cheek. 

"Oh by the way," He smirked, "It's Lieutenant now."

You giggled and nuzzled his neck, "Okat Lieutenant Bradshaw, take me to bed." He parked quickly at your house and lifted you over his shoulder. You grinned and playfully hit his back. "Put me down!" you huffed when you got inside; but he didn't until he layed you in bed. 

"I missed you, love." Bradley kissed you gently, holding you close. He started pulling your sundress over your head, kissing your chest as it was  revealed. You blushed and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were suddenly thankful for the availability of showers on deck, and he smelt so good and clean as you fisted his hair. 

"Please Rooster," You moaned and he was quick to unzip his flight suit, and strip off his under clothes. You pushed him back onto the bed, crawling in between his legs. He leaned on his elbows and watched as you took his cock into your mouth; moaning around it. He groaned and gripped your hair gently.

"You're so fucking pretty on my cock." He mumbled, letting his head fall back. After a couple minutes of pleasuring him you pulled off your bra and underwear, running your hands over his chest. 

You straddled him and he cursed as you took him inside of you, whining. "Fuck Brad, missed you so much." It took a minute before you started riding him, he groaned and held your hips tightly. 

"Y/N please, faster baby." Rooster groaned, letting his hands roam over your body, squeezing your tits. You obliged, moaning his name and taking your pleasure from him. After a bit, Bradley couldn't hold back and sporadically flipped you over pounding into you. 

You gasped and moaned in time with his thrusts. He held your hips tight enough to bruise and rammed your bodys together. His beautiful sounds making your orgasm approach farther. "Rooster I'm close!" You whined, clinging to his shoulders. 

Bradley went faster, and groaned into your ear. You could tell he was close, and he kissed you deeply. After a few hard thrusts, you came, moaning his name loudly- clinging to him. 

"Fuck baby!" Rooster growled, his hips moving harder as he came, grinding into you as he rode his pleasure. You panted, holding him close so he wouldn't move. 

You started crying as you clung to him, from the pleasure, from seeing him, from finally being close to him again. He pet your hair, breathing raggidly and kissing you deeply. 

"I love you." He said softly, and you said it back as you both held eachother tightly. 

"Did you mean what you said about marrying me when I came back?" Bradley asked, smirking at you.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x y/n

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Harley Quinn X FemWerewolf!Reader ‘The Bite’ Prompt with light angst, comfort, and cute moments

• Occurs after the events of the third film (The Suicide Squad - 2021)

!TW: Mention of previously being experimented on, mention of having previous near-death experiences, self-doubt, self-put downs, implied suffering from depression, anxious thinking, hint of separation anxiety, mention of having nightmares!

“Why would you even want me to change you?” You questioned, a pained expression on your face; you hated the idea of subjecting her to the life of a werewolf, not wanting her to have to go through what you’d had to go through your whole life - Being hunted down, threatened, almost killed on many occasions, experimented on, and posed with the pressure and risk of possibly losing yourself to your wolf if you ever lost your control, or tether, which was her, and had always been her. “Is - Isn’t living the way you are now as a human good enough?” You pried, desperate to get her to change her mind, but she shook her head; she’d made up her mind, and would stick to her decision, now. “P-Please, Quinzels,” you whined, “you’re better off staying the way you are, and I don’t care if that means you’ll grow old without me because I love you, and nothing will ever change that, I promise-”

“But I don’t want to grow old and die without you,” she interrupted, a hurt look on her face, “I have no need for the afterlife without you, when I already have Heaven on Earth when I’m with you.” You would be surprised, as well as flattered, but still weren’t sure if you should change her, though she wanted you to. “Please, Alpha,” she begged, stepping closer to you, but you moved away before she could touch you, disheartening her, and she appeared upset, a pained expression on her face, making you feel awful; you hated upsetting her like you had just managed to do, “you promised me you’d change me, remember? As long as I agreed to marry you, which I did, happily, so why are you backing out now?” You wouldn’t answer, frustrating her, before looking away from her, feeling yourself beginning to heat up; you hated yourself for what you were doing, and couldn’t help, but think about how she’d be better off without you, with someone who wasn’t what you believed to be a monster; a freak of nature. “Tell me-”

“This isn’t-” You stammered, your voice trembling, and sounding choked; you were trying not to cry, after your previous thoughts had pained you more than you thought they would, “this isn’t the life you want for yourself, Quinzels - I know it isn’t. P-Please don’t make me do this to you-”

“But that isn’t true,” she claimed, whilst drawing closer to you slowly, and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, whilst tears began to stream down your cheeks; you couldn’t take your heart being in pain anymore, “I do want this life; I want to be like you, live like you, have the cool eyes you have, and-” She leaned even closer, so her face was inches from your’s, so that she could lightly brush the tip of her nose against your’s affectionately - Something she’d adopted from you after you’d done it the first time, surprising her, as well as making her giggle. “Y/n, I want to live for however long you live; I don’t want to be taken from you so soon,” she concluded, her voice close to a whisper, “change me.”

You hesitated, but as soon as she delicately kissed you, you faltered, and gave in to her, wanting to make her happy. “Meet me tonight, in the clearing of the waterfall,” you instructed gently, and she smiled widely over at you, glad that you’d changed your mind, “and make sure nobody follows you, okay? They - They might punish me if they find out that I plan on changing you.”

“Don’t worry, Alpha,” she cooed, before connecting her lips to your’s again, in an attempt to soothe you, “nobody’ll follow me, or find out, I promise - And even if they do, I sure as Hell won’t let them do anything to you, nor will I let them separate us again.” She then winced when she heard her name being called again, and you frowned, before subconsciously wrapping your arms around her, wanting her to stay with you, clearly. “I’m sorry,” she expressed, before connecting her forehead to your’s, wishing she could stay with you, too, “I’ll meet you in the clearing as soon as I can, I promise - I love you, little wolfy.”

“I love you, too, Quinzels,” you returned, before briefly connecting your lips to her’s, and prolonging the kiss as much as you both could, until Flag had reached you both with Milton; you both weren’t allowed to stay in the same room as one another at lights out, and had to find a way, each night, to sneak out and see each other; you both hated sleeping alone, and found you could only sleep whenever you were both in one another’s arms. “G-Goodnight,” you whispered, once Milton was stood at your side, in case you protested against Waller’s demand, and she managed a weak smile back at you.

“Goodnight, Alpha,” she responded, before dragging herself away from you behind Flag, whilst trying not to turn and rush back to you, like she yearned to do. You experienced the same problem, whilst following behind Milton, having to fight back the urge you were receiving to follow her, instead, though you both would be seeing each other again soon at the waterfall. You allowed yourself to look over your left shoulder back at her, finding that she was looking back at you, too, making your heart skip a beat, and your eyes begin to glint. She smiled lovingly back at you, before winking, and forcing herself to look away quickly, after you begrudgingly had, before Flag or Milton could begin to suspect that either of you were up to no good, and could try to ruin your and her plan.

🜚

Whilst you were waiting for her at the waterfall, you found yourself doubting again, and cursing yourself for being so indecisive, as well as weak, in terms of changing her. You still hadn’t made your mind up, by the time she’d arrived, and forced a smile in her direction, and she returned it, before throwing her arms around you. You returned the hug, before burying your face, briefly, into her right shoulder; you’d been missing her ever since she’d disappeared around the corner with Flag earlier. “I’m sorry I’m late, Alpha,” she spoke, and you shook your head, before holding her at arm’s length, your eyes glinting whilst they locked with her stunning icy blue ones.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, “I’m just glad you’re here, now; I’ve been missing you.”

“Good,” she cooed, smirking, whilst she hooked her arms over your shoulders, and connected her forehead to your’s, “because I’ve been missing you, too.” She then delicately connected her lips to your’s, and you instantly melted into the kiss, subconsciously holding her even closer to you whilst you did. You both only pulled away once breathlessness had taken over you, and giggled together for a moment, whilst getting lost in one another’s eyes. “I can’t wait to be like you,” she expressed, and you faltered when you remembered what you had told her that you were going to do, before nodding gravely, and she noticed the worried and pained expression on your face, disheartening her, “you changed your mind again - Y/n, I told you-”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” you claimed, “I’m just - Scared, about what might happen - What if I lose you? What if they separate us again? They might think you’re dangerous, because you’ll be getting used to your new life, a-and won’t have as much control of yourself until after your first transformation-”

“They won’t separate us again,” she assured, “please, Alpha, just change me, I - I can’t stay like this - If I do, I won’t be able to grow old with you, and I’ll die without you; I don’t - don’t want either of those things to happen, unless they’re with you.”

You drew a shaky breath, before nodding again, and turning her head carefully to expose her neck a little more - The transformation would be faster if you bit her there. “I’m gonna change you, I promise, j-just-..” You whimpered quietly, the racing of your heart was overwhelming you, and your body began to tremble a little; you’d never turned anyone before, and didn’t know what to expect.

She frowned when she noticed that you were shaking, and wrapped her arms around you again, trying to provide comfort to you. “It’s okay, little wolfy,” she whispered, trying to reassure you, “we have all night; I can wait - Just think about what it’ll be like for us; all of the new memories we’ll make together, and how we’ll find somewhere to stay together with Cassie as soon as we finish with these Omegas and hunters.” You nodded, managing a weak smile whilst you thought about it, before you subconsciously drew the fingers of your left hand over her neck, evidently still nervous; they were trembling slightly. Once you felt able, you buried your face into the crook of her neck, and she seemed to tense up a little, worrying you as you glanced up at her, seeking any disapproval from her that might suggest that she didn’t actually want to go through with it. “Don’t give me that look,” she whined, “like you’re trying to assess me; I want you to change me, I’m just nervous-.. Like - Does it hurt?”

You winced, not sure; you had been born into it, and didn’t know what it felt like to have the venom injected into you. “I - I don’t know,” you admitted, a pained expression on your face, “I don’t - don’t think so.. I just know that the first transformation does. Does that - dissuade you?”

“Of course not,” she answered, certain of herself, “I don’t care how much it hurts, Alpha - I love you, and want to be with you for however long we’ll get together, and that’ll never change, I promise.”

“Okay,” you mustered, “I’ll do it, but - if it gets too much, just - just tell me to stop, okay?” She nodded, and you reluctantly buried your face into the crook of her neck again, subconsciously nuzzling it with the tip of your nose affectionately, before you, when you felt able, sank your fangs into it, making her wince, as well as jump a little, whimpering quietly. You faltered when you heard her, but tried not to pull away, though you were terrified of what she might think of you if you hurt her even more. When you were sure that you’d injected enough of the venom, you quickly pulled away, feeling tired all of a sudden, whilst she appeared to be struggling to stay stood up, leaning heavily against you. “Quinzels?” You whined, noticing that she was trembling, and trying not to cry; the venom was causing her great pain whilst it coursed through her, tainting her, as well as gradually turning her slowly. “I - I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have tried, I-”

“I’m okay,” she managed, her voice close to a shaky whisper, “d-don’t worry about me, Alpha - I think it’s - w-working.” You lowered her carefully down to the ground, wanting her to be comfortable, and she smiled faintly up at you, her eyes glistening whilst she did, and you couldn’t bear to see her like this, wishing you’d not agreed to changing her; she wouldn’t have had to be put through so much pain, if you hadn’t. A strained sob then managed to escape her lips, and her eyes briefly closed, panicking you as you gently shook her, prompting her to open them again to the best of her ability. “It’s okay,” she insisted, “I’m not leaving you, ever, I promise; I’m gonna make it, and I’m gonna be like you by the end of it.” You nodded, hoping she would with every ounce of your being, whilst you hated yourself for risking her life like you had done.

You carefully moved so that you were laid down beside her, holding her close to you, whilst she trembled, and whimpered occasionally, even falling silent and still after a little while, at which point you were crying, thinking you’d lost her, until she opened her glinting eyes, and looked over at you. Your breath hitched in your throat, and heart skipped a beat when you found her looking back at you, and you managed a weak smile over at her, before opening your mouth to speak, but before you could, she suddenly moved over to you, and managed to straddle you, whilst connecting her forehead to your’s. “I - I thought-.. I thought I lost you,” you expressed, your voice briefly trembling, and she shook her head.

“I told you I wasn’t gonna leave you, remember?” She reminded you, and you nodded, feeling stupid for thinking she had, “I love you so much.” She then briefly connected her lips to your’s, and you melted into the kiss, smiling lovingly against her lips. “Y’know - Everything looks funny,” she mused, before lifting her right hand up to your left cheek, and you subconsciously leaned into her touch, whilst she smirked down at you, “but you - You still look stunning, and every kiss we share feels like the first.”

“So you - Still want me? After I put you through so much pain?” You murmured, and she nodded quickly, a hurt look on her face.

“Of course I do,” she answered, “you didn’t know it would hurt as much as it did, Alpha, and besides - I wanted it to happen, didn’t I?” You wouldn’t answer; you could never allow yourself to blame her for anything. “So,” she continued, whilst grinning sheepishly down at you, “are we gonna start saying things like: ‘Happy 500th Anniversary, love’, now?”

“You know we will, Sprinkle,” you replied, after affectionately booping her nose with the tip of your’s, “I’m so lucky to have my soulmate with me forever - Well, for - for as long as she wishes to stay with me.”

She smiled warmly down at you, her eyes glinting whilst she did. “Actually, forever is starting to sound like it’s not long enough,” she remarked, prompting you to giggle, “there’ll never be a time where it’s not you that I want to be with; I love you, Alpha, only you, and I always will - Please tell me you know that.”

You nodded, before leaning forward to connect your lips to her’s, and she subconsciously melted into the kiss, relocating her right hand back down to the ground. “I know,” you assured, after the kiss had sadly ended, “a-and I love you, too - I always have, and I always will, I promise.” She smiled softly back down at you, whilst wondering what she’d done to deserve you, like how you were wondering what you’d done to deserve her, too. “I’m gonna be here with you every step of the way to get you through your first transformation, I promise,” you stated, “the next full moon is a couple of days or so away, so it’ll happen then. Are you - Are you nervous?”

“I could never be afraid of anything when you’re by my side,” she responded, “now c’mon, I wanna snuggle up with you in our cave; I don’t want hunters to see us and ruin our time together.”

You nodded gravely, before getting up, and lifting her off of the ground, before she could get up after you, prompting her to giggle, whilst she clung to your shoulders, amused by your action. “As you wish, Quinzels,” you chimed, whilst carrying her toward the cave beside the waterfall, and thinking about how things were going to, soon, hopefully get better for you both, once the Omegas and hunters were gone, allowing you, Harley, and Cassandra to live peacefully together, somewhere away from the possibilities of getting into any more trouble, or scandals, but the final fight would determine your fates, and that secretly terrified you - Something you had to hide from Harley, to avoid upsetting her. Little did you know, she, too, was worried about what would happen, and about how she’d been having nightmares recently about the possibility of her losing you during the fight. Whilst hiding these facts from each other, you both snuggled up together on the floor of the cave, and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms, like you both usually did each night, ever since being reunited again not too long ago, after another lonely and dark year of being separated from one another.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

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[truly-morgan]

[Age Swap, Reigen get stuck and Mob punishes him a little (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 Age Swap 06-06-2023

[#mobrei, stuck in wall, Age Swap, dubcon elements]

Reigen should have known that he wouldn't be able to git through that hole in the wall, should just have kept running after his shisho's much longer stride.

But he was certain he had seen one of the spirits (a gift left from that time when he helped his shisho not explode with powers, it was rather useful in this line of work) go through that wall.

And there was a hole right there! How could he not try to take a shortcut to catch it? (although he couldn't really do much by himself).

It had been a bit hard fitting his upper body in and now his lower body wouldn't pass through. He wasn't even sure how to back out of the either. Not to help, the tip of his sneaker could barely scrape against the ground, leaving him suspended in the air.

All he could do was wait for Mob to come back this way and help him out of there.

"Arataka..." he heard from behind him, scaring the life out of him as he had not heard the man coming. Why did he have to be so quiet when he walked around!

"H-hey!" he called back trying to sound natural and casual, as if he wasn't stuck there. "Can you... Can you help me out?" he then asked.

"How did you get here?" Mob asked instead.

Reigen rolled his eyes a little bit, already hearing some scolding in his tone.

"I saw a spirit going there so I tried follow it" Reigen explained.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not go after spirits on your own" Mon asked, now fully scolding him, "It's dangerous and I wouldn't be there to help you properly, what would you have done if something had come for you while you are stuck in this wall and unable to run away?".

Reigen couldn't help but cross his arm in childish annoyance, scoffing and hoping the man couldn't hear it from his side of the wall. "I still have leftover powers from when Shisho transferred some, I can defend myself" he replied back.

Silence was his answer and despite not being able to see him, Reigen just knew the man was wearing that frown he had when Reigen wouldn't listen to him.

"If you are so strong, then I suppose I can leave you here until I finish with the last spirit I couldn't catch because I had lost sight of you" Mob simply stated. "Like this I'll at least know where you are, no need to worry since you can protect yourself".

Reigen immediately felt panicky at the idea, already hearing footsteps going away.

"Wait!! Don't leave me here!! Mob!! Come back please, I'm sorry, I won't run off on my own next time, please just let me out first".

Silence.

Reigen couldn't help how nervous he felt now that it was all quiet once again, especially since he knew another spirit was still in the building. He was very self-aware of just how vulnerable he was, stuck in the wall like this. He hadn't lied, he still had some (very, very) small amount of Mob's power in him, but he couldn't use them in any way.

Every little sound in the building added to his anxiety, unsure if it was normally abandoned place sounds or something moving near him.

Then he felt it, something brushing against his ass. At first, he thought he had imagined it, his anxious mind conjuring fake feelings. Yet it only came back once again, more insistent.

It doesn't quite feel like hands, the touch is really cold and very similar to the one of a ghost.

That's it, he was screwed, he was stuck here and the thing had found him before Mob could take care of it. "Stop it!" he protested, trying to kick at the thing (even tho he knew it would be useless against a spirit).

Instead, he simply felt his ankles being grabbed firmly by the same cold feeling, now keeping his legs spread apart, leaving space to work. Reigen's stomach dropped when he felt the same touch on his ass again, this time travelling lower and lower, cupping his crotch. He hated the chilling touch rubbing against him, only made worse by him suddenly trying to wiggle his way out of the wall even if the rubbing against the concert was hurting him.

He was absolutely scared.

He continued protesting, trying to get it to stop even though nothing he would say would convince the thing to stop. He had only ever been touched by one person like this before and he didn't want anyone, or anything, else to do the same.

Worse, he hated how his hormonal teenage body reacted to the touch. He didn't want this at all.

"Mob!!" he screamed, trying to get the man's attention on him. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, quickly getting too much and falling down his cheeks.

He kept yelling for his shisho, to the point his voice was breaking over how loud he was, sounding extremely distressed. He couldn't help how much he was shaking, terrified of what was going to happen to him.

On the other side of the wall, Mob was regretting deeply his attempt at spooking Reigen to teach him a lesson (although the position had him straying a little bit from what he had intended to do). He stopped using his power to act as if a ghost was assaulting Reigen, instead stepping closer to put his large hands on the teenager's hips. This had Reigen immediately kicking at him, this time not stopping him (not that any of it truly hurt if he were, to be honest). Like this Reigen could feel the hard body behind him.

Soon Reigen heard his name being called by Mob, trying to get him to calm down. The warm and familiar feeling of his shisho's power ran over and through his body, helping to make him feel safe and reassured.

It took a moment but Reigen's sobbing and shaking eventually died down, focusing on the soothing feeling of powers working on him, something that was so dangerous so softly running over him in an attempt to calm him down. Mob voice was also softer, apologising for scaring him like this. Knowing it had been his shisho did help Reigen relax, although he was still a bit pissed that he had done something like this.

They stayed like this for a while, Mob's hand on him keeping him grounded so he wouldn't hurt himself anymore by moving around, power simply washing over Reigen.

After a while, Reigen felt Mob's hand travelled down, the same way he had done earlier.

"Mob" Reigen called out, the hand stopping right under where his erection was still trapped in his jeans.

"Do you want to stop and get out of there immediately?" he heard the man ask.

Reigen couldn't help but squirm a little, thinking about it. Now that he knew it was his shisho, there was something a little exciting about the position. Plus, with the way Mob had been touching him earlier, he had to find the situation interesting too.

"No" he finally replied.

With that Mob didn't lose any more time, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down to his knee along with his underwear. This left Reigen feeling pretty exposed, although the thought quickly went away when he felt those large familiar hands on his cock instead, stroking him just the right way.

It felt a bit strange in this position, not being able to see of touch Mob too. A surprised sound escaped him when he realised the older man was using his powers to tease his nipple. He was cheating while Reigen couldn't do anything!

But he couldn't quite care properly about it when it felt so good.

The pleasure only pause for a brief moment, where Reigen heard the familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled. "Mob?" he called out against, biting his lips a little when he felt him press against his ass.

He had been right, this was also getting his shisho excited, if he could feel the hard length against his backside properly.

"I'm not getting in" Mob assured him, rocking his hips so he could instead rub against his ass.

It felt weirdly exciting, being used like this by Mob while Reigen couldn't really do anything but let it happen.

He became noisier as Mob kept jerking him off too, powers still teasing him. He bit his lips when he came, hands trying to find hold of anything even if there was only the concrete wall.

He felt Mob still rutting against him, movement more erratic and quick, clearly seeking release too. He heard his grunt and felt his hips faltered before he could feel his cum landing on him.

They both took a moment to come down from this unexpected event.

Then Reigen felt the wall slowly and carefully breaking around him, powers cleaning him up as Mob helped pulling his pants back up.

Once he was free from the wall Reigen couldn't stand on his jelly legs, sinking to the floor. He yelped a little when his shisho picked him up effortlessly, leaving a gentle kiss on his temple.

"I'm sorry for scaring you like this" he murmured against his skin.

Reigen really wanted to be mad about it, now that he remembered it once again, but his shisho looked and sounded so sincere, he couldn't really hold it against him. Plus, it had ended up being rather fun, once the fear had gone away.

"Don't do it again" Reigen pouted.

This pulled a rare soft chuckle out of Mob, who held him a bit closer as he carried out around the building with ease. "I won't" he assured him.

"But..." Reigen started, not looking directly as him as he bite his lips, "Maybe we could do... something similar again" he mumbled.

He did not missed the smirk on Mob's lips as the man simply hummed at the suggestion, not quite confirming anything.

But he seemed interested too.

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100% Mob was staring at Reigen's ass the whole time when he first found him like this in the wall.

He also kept staring at his ass while he pretended to be gone before he came back to play evil ghost.

There's just something about vulnerable Reigen that has him 👁️👁️

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#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mobrei #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #kinktober summer rerun 2023 #age swap au #stuck in a wall #nsft

[blushingquincy]

The Complete Guide to Falling for the Freak

Chapter 3: Pillow fights

by blushingquincy

Allison Campbell has it all: a big house, good grades, and popularity—but underneath all of that, behind the perfect girl next door facade, is truly where it gets interesting. When she gets stuck tutoring the notorious Freak of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson, her life takes unexpected turns as she battles her step dad, her awful friends and, most importantly, falling in love for the first time.

⚠️Trigger Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of parental death, physical abuse and smoking

HI!! Okay so i’ve been gone for almost a month. I had some family issues…But I am back with a much longer chapter. As always tell me what you think. Love all of you.❤️ If you want to read this on AO3

Chapter 3: Pillow fights

TW: Mentions of parental death, smoking, physical abuse

Allison steps inside. “Mom?” she calls, toeing off her shoes and placing them by the front door. She doesn’t bother calling for Dan—he works until later this evening. The person she really needs to worry about being out of the house is her mother. “Mom!” she yells again, louder this time, just to make sure. The only answer she gets is dead silence.

Wonderful.

It’s not that she’s ashamed of tutoring Eddie, per say. It has nothing to do with Eddie. It has more to do with the fact that Eddie was a guy. This doesn’t mean anything to her, of course, but her mom and step-dad are old fashioned. They hate the thought of Allison being home alone with someone of the opposite gender. The fact that it was with Hawkin’s resident social outcast is just the cherry on top. If they find out, she will never hear the end of it.

Allison is brought out of her thoughts by the sound of grumbling. Oh, it’s her stomach. She hadn’t eaten much at lunch that day. She vaguely recalls Chrissy Cunningham nudging her in the shoulder and looking up at her with those huge owlish eyes, asking “are you okay?” in a soft voice. She’d brushed her off at the time with an absentminded ‘yeah, fine.’ She had just been too anxious over tutoring Eddie that she didn’t have much of an appetite. Until now.

The first thing to catch her attention when she walks into the kitchen is the piece of paper hung on the fridge with a magnet. She recognizes her mother’s pristine handwriting before she reads the words: Out with friends. Be back in a few hours. Love you. The ‘love you’ feels tacked on and impersonal, and Allison rolls her eyes at it.

Well, whatever. She grabs an apple and heads for the stairs. There’s nothing left to do but wait for Eddie to get here, she supposes. The idea gives her an odd feeling in the pit of her tummy, to be honest, like she’s about to puke. She had heard of the phrase ‘butterflies in your stomach’, but that feels too sweet and cutesy for what she’s experiencing—a more apt description would probably be mosquitoes in her stomach.

She distracts herself by tidying up—or, at least, pretending to . There’s not much to do. Her room is already clean. Still, she finds herself fluffing up pillows and moving around the stuffed animals on her bed and reorganizing the things on her desk. Allison does this until she hears the rev of a car engine. That must be him, she thinks as she traipses over to the window. Sure enough, there’s Eddie’ s vans and Eddie himself stepping out of it.

Her breath catches in her throat. The anxiety that she had worked so hard to distract herself from is back with a vengeance. She tries to shake it off as she walks back downstairs. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, she reminds herself. He’s an asshole anyway.

When she opens the door, Eddie is standing on her doorstep and smoking a cigarette, though that last part doesn’t even occur to her at first. What does occur to her is that Eddie has more muscles than she would have expected. Her eyes immediately drift to his arms, on full display in the black Metallica top he’s wearing. The arm holes are cut jagged, like he had cut them himself. He probably had.

“See something you like?” Eddie says. Allison’s eyes snap back to his face. He’s smirking, cigarette hanging from his fingertips. Her face burns. Shit. It was so obvious that she had been staring.

“The opposite, actually,” she corrects. She gestures towards his cigarette and makes for a quick change of the subject. “Those things will kill you, you know?”

Eddie shrugs. “They haven’t yet,” he says. He lifts up his foot and presses the cancer stick against the bottom of his shoe before he steps inside. “So this is your place, huh?”

“Yeah. My room is upstairs, come on.”

Eddie trails behind her. “Aren’t you gonna offer me something to drink? That’s what you’re supposed to do if you have guests, you know—don’t want to be a bad host, now do you?”

Allison is pretty sure that if she rolls her eyes any harder, they’re going to roll out of her skull, just like her parents used to tell her they would when she was little. Nevertheless, she stops and turns around to look at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. She can be polite. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I’m good.” Eddie gives her a shit-eating grin. “Thanks for offering, though.”

Allison might actually strangle him. She closes her eyes for a long minute and inhales deeply. “Okay then,” she says in a clipped voice. It’ll just be for a few weeks, she reminds herself. She repeats this like a mantra until they reach her bedroom: just for a few weeks, just for a few weeks. I can handle this.

“Which one is yours?” Eddie looks around the hallway.

“This one.” Allison steps inside of her room. Eddie follows in after her, closing the door behind him. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever. He just looks around. His eyes scan every inch of her room: her pale pink walls, her floral bedspread, the stuffed animals adorning her bed, the porcelain knick-knacks on her dresser. She presses her lips into a thin line and shifts uncomfortably. It makes her feel oddly scrutinized.

“You know,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “This is exactly what I pictured.”

“Oh?” Allison raises an eyebrow. “You’ve thought about my bedroom, Munson?”

“Does that excite you?” Eddie asks. Allison’s face flushes red and she stammers out something unintelligible, but she can’t find it in herself to be that upset about it. She walked right into that one.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or do I just make you nervous?”

Allison tries to stammer out a dignified response, something witty and cool that will leave Eddie speechless. But it’s hard to come up with anything when he’s standing so close to her now—he has her pressed against the post of her bed, chest to chest, minty breath hot against her face. Here, she can see all of Eddie’s little features that she never would have noticed before, like the acne scars on his chin and the faint peach fuzz on his his cheeks.

She takes a deep breath. “I think,” she says slowly, purposefully looking down to avoid eye contact with Eddie, “that we should start studying now.”

Thirty minutes have passed. They’ve moved to the floor—Eddie says her bed is too soft and it hurts his back, which doesn’t make much sense to her, but whatever. Their textbooks and notes are scattered haphazardly across the white carpet, but the only one actually paying them any mind is Allison. She’s trying to help Eddie pass, she really is, but it doesn’t really seem like he wants to be helped at all.

Eddie is more preoccupied with trying to balance a pencil on his nose. Every few seconds, it falls off and he tries it again. He pretends to be listening to her, offering absentminded ‘yeah, yeah, I get it’ whenever she demands if he’s even paying attention to what she’s saying, but she can tell he isn’t. It’s actually starting to get on her nerves.

The pencil falls to the floor again and before Eddie can get it, she snatches it and chucks it across the room. Eddie looks at her, mouth open wide and brows furrowed.

“Hey! I was using that!”

“No, actually. You weren’t.” Allison crosses her arms over her chest. “We’re supposed to be studying. You’re never going to pass Mrs. O'Donnell's class if you don’t try. I thought you actually wanted to graduate this year.”

“I do!” Eddie insists. “C’mon, do you think anyone wants to repeat their senior year three times? It’s just so fucking boring!” he falls back dramatically on the carpet. He doesn’t say anything more, and neither does Allison. She just goes back to her notes. She can help once Eddie is done with his little hissy fit.

“Tell me something nobody knows,” Eddie says suddenly.

Allison looks at him with narrowed eyes. “What?” she asks, irritated.

“Come on,” Eddie props himself up on his elbows, body arched towards her. “You said I didn’t really know you, right? So here’s me getting to know you. Tell me something about yourself.”

“If I play your little game, do you promise to start actually studying?” she asks. The way Eddie lights up like a tree and nods rapidly almost gets a smile out of her—almost. She bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giving in. She’s supposed to be annoyed with Eddie right now.

“Okay, um.” She twirls the pencil around in her fingers. There are lots of things she could say. She could tell him that she did ballet until she was twelve, or that she had once cut a boy’s hair with a pair of safety scissors in kindergarten for bullying her friend, or that she used to be friends with Nancy Wheeler before she inexplicably started drifting away in their junior year. None of those feel quite right to say.

She looks around her room, hoping to spark some inspiration. Her eyes snag onto the Madonna poster hanging on the wall. Music. “I’m a huge Bon Jovi fan.”

“Bon Jovi, huh?” Eddie actually sits up now, criss crossing his legs. “I didn’t see that one coming. He’s not my personal taste, but I can respect it. It’s better than … that, at least.” He gestures vaguely towards the same poster that had inspired her to tell him about it in the first place.

“Yeah.” There’s a laugh in Allison’s voice as she continues. “My dad was the one who got me into them, actually. He used to play the same song over and over again in the car. They didn’t have a lot of songs released yet—they released a lot of their songs after his death, which feels kinda unfair y’know? I kinda wish he’d gotten to listen to more of their songs. He would have loved them.”

“I haven’t listened to them much since he died. I-I’ve tried, but whenever I do, I always think about him and …” she pauses and inhales sharply. Her vision goes blurry with tears and she blinks to keep them from falling. Her efforts don’t do anything. Hot tears stream down her face and she wipes them away furiously, an uncomfortable laugh bubbling up in her throat. “Fuck. I don’t know why I’m crying. It happened so long ago. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Eddie sounds a little panicked, but his voice is still soft and gentle. He hovers for a second after stumbling over, eyes flitting across her face before he decides to just go for it and wrap his arms around her. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, okay? I get it. My mom—she died too. That shit doesn’t stop hurting. You need to cry about it sometimes. You’re gonna drive yourself crazy, bottling it all up like that. It’s not unhealthy.”

Allison doesn’t have anything to say to that. She sniffles against Eddie’s shirt. “I’m getting snot and tears all over you,” she says miserably.

Her words manage to shock a laugh out of Eddie. “Believe me, I’ve had much worse crap on my clothes before. This is nothing. It’ll wash out.”

Allison takes a deep breath. She lifts her head from Eddie’s shoulder. “Okay,” she says slowly. “Okay.” She repeats, firmer this time. Her face is red and blotchy, and her nose is stuffed up, but— “I think I’m okay now. We should get back to studying.”

“Actually,” Eddie says. He untangles himself from Allison’s grasps and springs to his feet. “I think we deserve a break after all that, don’t you?” He grabs a pillow off her bed and grins at her. “How about we have some fun instead?”

“Eddie, no—” her words are cut off by a pillow striking her in the face. She stands there for a second, shocked into silence. Did he seriously just …?

“Holy shit!” Eddie throws his head back with laughter. “You should have seen your fa—” Allison gives him a taste of his own medicine by throwing a pillow back at him. Her aim isn’t as good, so she only manages to hit his chest, but he still pauses his laughter to look down at her.

“Oh, you are so dead.” Allison barely registers the word. Her heart is pounding from adrenaline. This is the most fun she’s had in forever. She wants to soak in this moment and remember it forever. Her eyes dart all around Eddie’s face—at his wide grin, the way he tilts his head just a little bit, his dark hair, all unkempt and sticking up from the static of the carpet. It feels like the whole world slows down for a minute.

Then Eddie wraps his arms around her waist and things start picking up again. “Wha—Eddie!” she yells indignantly, though she knows for a fact that the smile in her voice is a little too obvious. “Put me down, you asshole!”

He throws her onto the bed and crawls on top of her, wrapping his legs around either side of her hips to keep her pinned to the bed. His fingers flutter against her stomach and she shrieks with laughter. He finds all her most ticklish parts—he even manages to figure out that blowing on her neck would get a reaction too.

“Stop!” Allison forces out through giggles. “Eddie, I can’t breathe! I’m actually gonna piss myself, stop it!”

Eddie obliges. He rolls over so that they’re laying side by side. The bed isn’t quite big enough for two young adults, especially when one of them is six feet tall, so Eddie has to press his body against Allison’s to keep himself from rolling off.

“You know something, Munson?” Allison says. She turns her head to look at him. He does the same. They’re so close that the tips of their noses almost touch; any closer and their lips would be brushing. The moment suddenly feels so much more intimate. “You aren’t so bad,” she continues, voice suddenly soft and breathless.

“Oh.” Eddie sounds a little bit breathless too. Allison can see the way his Adam’s apple moves when he gulps. He realizes, belatedly, that he should probably say more. “I could say the same for you.”

Allison smiles. “Cool.”

“Yeah. Cool.”

They don’t say anything more. Allison’s gaze flickers down towards Eddie’s lips. They’re chapped and with her face so close to his, she can see the places where his lips have turned red from him biting and peeling at them. They’d probably be rough against her own. It would be so easy for her to just lean in and …

The sound of her step-dad’s car pulls her back down to earth. She leans away from Eddie hurriedly—when had she leaned in? She doesn’t remember—and whips her head towards the window. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath. Dan wasn’t supposed to be home until five-thirty, was he? There’s no way that much time had passed.

Allison looks up at the clock hanging on her wall. Sure enough, it’s five-thirty on the dot. She must’ve gotten distracted. She was just having so much fun with Eddie, and she hadn’t bothered to check the time. She was so stupid, stupid, stupid.

“You need to leave. Now.” Her words come off maybe a little too sharp, and paired with her frantic movements as she shoves Eddie’s belongings into his backpack, it probably doesn’t give off the best impression. She can be sorry about her rudeness later. Right now, she just needs Eddie gone. “My mom and step-dad are home now and I didn’t tell them you were coming, and they’re gonna kill me if—”

“Allison!” her mom calls, and Allison stops dead in her tracks. “We’re home!”

Fuck.

She stands up and hurriedly runs her fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to make it neat again. Nothing happened (maybe not nothing, a voice in her mind says, but she ignores it because this is not the time), but she knows exactly what her mom and Dan will assume when she comes stumbling out of her room with unkempt hair and face flushed a bright red.

Her mom is waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Allison tries for a casual smile. “Oh, hey Mom. How was your day?”

Her mom doesn’t answer. “Whose van is that outside?”

“Van?” Allison asks, like she has no idea what her mom is talking about. “Oh, that van. It’s just some kid from school. Mrs. O’Donnell asked me to tutor him, so …” she trails off with a shrug. “Yeah.”

Eddie takes this moment to step out into the hall with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He smiles awkwardly and gives a gentle wave. Allison’s mother stares him down, and Allison cringes in sympathy when she sees the way Eddie shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

“A boy,” she says slowly, turning her intense gaze back onto her daughter. “You were here, alone, with a boy.”

Allison nods shakily. Dan decides that this is the moment to slink into Allison’s frame of vision, standing next to her mother. It’s like he sensed the rising discomfort and fear, and decided that this was his time to shine.

“Why weren’t we informed about this, Allison?”

Allison gulps. “It just started today,” she says. She works hard to keep her voice steady, but it shakes anyway. “I was going to tell you that he was coming over, I swear, but you weren’t here when I got home.”

Her step-father doesn’t answer for a long minute. He narrows his eyes at her, silent and judging, before looking back towards Eddie. “I think it’s time for you to leave, young man,” he says coldly.

“Yeah,” Eddie stammers out. “Yeah, yeah, I should go.”

He brushes past Allison, stopping only to give her an apologetic look. She offers a tight-lipped smile, hoping it will convey what she can’t say right now: It’s fine, Eddie. I get it. I don’t want to be here either.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says when he gets to the bottom of the stairs. He smiles at her, all warm and genuine, and it makes her heart flutter. Allison doesn’t dare smile back with her mom and step-dad right there, but she does nod.

“Tomorrow,” she repeats.

The second that the door closes behind Eddie, her step-father beckons her downstairs with his finger. For a split second, Allison considers not going. She could run into her room and lock the door, and just hide away—but she can’t hide forever. She’ll need to confront this eventually. It’s better to get this over with fast.]

She still has a few steps to go when Dan grabs her and yanks her down the rest of the way. “So, you thought it was okay to have a boy here without us knowing.”

He wraps a meaty hand around her thin wrist. She bites down on her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain. It fucking hurts. He’s never done anything like this before. He has always been an asshole, ever since she met him, but he has never put his hands on her before. The sudden escalation in attitude has her on the verge of tears for the second time that night. She actually manages to blink them away this time.

“We were just studying,” she forces out through gritted teeth. She almost asks him to please let her go, but decides against it because she knows it won’t come out the way. She’s scared, yes, but she’s also angry—and the anger will turn her words from “please, let me go” to “get your fucking hands off me” on the way out of her throat.

Fortunately, Dan lets her go anyway. She holds it close to her chest and rubs it in a vain attempt to soothe the pain. It’s already a bright red. That’s definitely going to leave a nasty bruise in the morning.

“You need to tell us these things, Allison,” he says. “I went easy on you this time, but I won’t be so lenient the next time you do something like this without our permission. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” She keeps her gaze firmly planted on the ground in front of her. There’s no way in Hell she’s going to let him see her cry.

“Good.”

Allison almost manages to escape to her bedroom when he calls her name again. She doesn’t move from her spot at the top of the stairs this time. She just stands silently, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he says. “I’m not trying to be the villain. Don’t make me out to be one.”

Allison doesn’t trust herself to speak. She nods shakily, then darts off into her bedroom before he can get out a response. It’s with trembling hands that she locks her door and slides against it onto the floor. She tries to control her breathing. What’s that exercise Mrs. Kelley taught her, back when she went to counseling after her dad’s death? Breathe in seven seconds, hold in for four seconds, breathe out for eight seconds? Or was it in for four, hold for eight, out for seven? Or was it—

Well, it doesn’t matter what that stupid breathing exercise is now, because Allison is crying. Everything hurts. Her wrist still throbs, and now her chest and throat ache from the force of her sobbing. She presses her hand against her mouth and bites down to keep herself from being too loud. The last thing she needs right now is Dan or her mom hearing her crying

The image of her mom flickering into Allison’s mind makes her want to scream. Her mom, who hadn’t done anything to stop him, who had just stood there and let this piece of shit hurt her daughter. Allison knew she and her mom had problems, but still. She’d trusted her. If it came down to it, Allison had thought that her mom would protect her and keep her safe. That’s what mothers were supposed to do. Yet, when Allison needed her, she had just stood there. She just let it happen.

Allison bites down harder on her hand. She tastes blood.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst

[angelofglory-xo]

I hate my life so much rn. I know it will get better and I know it's fucked up to say that because other people have it so much worse, hell *I* could have it so much worse. I just feel like life is throwing absolutely everything at me that it possibly can and once I get over one thing it's just like immediately another obstacle. Nobody in my life understands or they brush it off as me being an anxious mess like I always am. I alternate between my job and home. I don't know the last time I socialized. My therapist doesn't help anymore. I'm going to school in the fall and I've made no plans because it just seems so far away. My therapist tells me to set goals for the future, but I have goals I just know that even when/if I achieve them it will feel like nothing. Because I'm too anxious all the time to even care. It feels like my real life is just a play I'm putting on and my actual real life is this sick one inside my head. I feel like I live a completely different reality than people see. I don't sleep, I don't look after my diabetes anymore because I feel like what the fuck is even the point, I feel like ever since my hospitalization everyone just sees me as crazy and tiptoes around me now, I over analyze every single sensation in my body because I'm sure I'm either dying of some sickness or I'm going crazy, I'm hearing noises that aren't even there and I don't know if it's tinnitus or anxiety attacks or I'm cracking up. I'm over it all I really am. I'm really afraid that this won't get better.

#definition of surviving not thriving