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semiweirdshipper · 4 days
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Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.
Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.
Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.
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Freddy Krueger
Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.
However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.
Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.
He thought you gave up on art.
Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?
Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.
"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."
"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"
"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.
"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.
You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"
"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."
"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."
With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.
Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."
Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"
"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."
"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.
"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.
Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.
"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.
"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."
Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.
In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."
Michael Myers
Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.
Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."
Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?
The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"
Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.
"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"
At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?
A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.
While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.
He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.
What kind of father does that to their child?
Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...
Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.
When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.
Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."
"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."
You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"
"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."
What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."
Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.
"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"
"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."
He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.
"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."
You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.
Bo Sinclair
Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.
At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.
Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.
But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.
Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?
For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.
So Bo reached out for help.
"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."
"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?
Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"
At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?
You were afraid of his temper.
Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.
So he waited for the perfect moment.
A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."
Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"
"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."
"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"
"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."
"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."
"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.
His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."
Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.
"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."
Your entire body froze.
"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."
Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."
With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.
Hannibal Lecter
One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.
When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.
The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.
To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?
Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.
Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.
Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.
It took over five minutes for Will to answer.
By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.
Hannibal knew better though.
Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.
"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"
Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"
"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."
"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."
"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.
"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."
"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"
Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?
The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."
Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."
"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."
That stirred a confused reaction from you.
"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."
Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.
"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."
Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.
Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.
Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."
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If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.
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beyourlightbaby · 3 months
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Thank My Lucky Stars
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Pairing: bts ot7 × fem reader
Word Count: 2,685
Summary: You're on your period and the boys do everything they can to make you feel better.
Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle (I honestly dk if periods need warnings? But better safe than sorry), menstrual cramps, reader goes through extreme mood swings but mostly just fluff.
A/N: Honestly, I started my period two days ago and was wishing that I had a bf to take care of me and stuff, and the next thing I knew, this fic wrote itself. It's definitely very self-indulgent lol, and basically everything the reader does is what I've did so far lmao. I hope this fic makes you atleast half as happy as it made me! P.S. It's been a ridiculously long time since I've written, and it's my first time writing for bangtan, so go easy on me!
Today was just another day. You wake up from your bed, feeling fatigued. Ugh, why does my body ache all over, you think to yourself, getting up from the bed as you stretch. You feel the tell tale sign of cramps in your abdomen, but dismiss it immediately, as your period wasn't due for the next two weeks. You brush your teeth and wander out of your room mindlessly, wondering what the boys were up to.
You find Taehyung in the living room, watching TV. “Good morning,” he says with a smile as you flop down on the couch next to him. “morning,” you grunt back. Taehyung, being the cuddly person he is, wraps his arm around you like he usually does, only for you to shrug him off. “Aw, why won't you let me hold you?” he whines, pouting at you. “Sorry Tae, but I'm not feeling good.” “Then it's the perfect time for cuddles! It's bound to make you feel better! C’mere” he says as he drapes himself over you again but you end up wrenching himself out of his grip, looking mad. “I said I wasn't in the mood for cuddles, Taehyung!” You yell at him. Taehyung flinches and looks hurt. Realising what you just did, you thought to yourself, Damn, why did I just snap at Tae like that? He didn't do anything wrong, he was just being his usual self. What's wrong with me? “Tae, I'm sorry-” but before you could finish your sentence Taehyung runs off to his room and slams it shut. You smack yourself for hurting Tae as you slumped back onto the couch.
You just sit there for a while until Hobi tapped you on your shoulder. “Y/N-ah?” You snap out of your thoughts.“What?” you bark at him. “Are you feeling alright?” “Why wouldn't I be?” you ask, slightly irate. “It's just that I went to your room and saw the covers stained.” he says softly. Oh. That's why I've been testy all morning. But it wasn't supposed to arrive until two weeks later! Ugh, I hate this. “I know that you would have cleaned it up already if you had noticed, but since you didn't, I'm assuming you didn't see.” “Yeah” you looked down, embarrassed. “Sorry you had to see that.” Hobi lifts up your chin. “Hey, don't apologise. It's just your period, something which you naturally go through. You don't have to feel bad about it, okay?” You nod. “Good. Now you should probably freshen up. Go to the bathroom, I'll bring you some clothes and a pad. Which one do you need?” “I can get it myself-” Hobi shushes you. “Shower. Now. I'll get you what you need.” “Oh-kaayyyyyy bossy pants.” You give him a mock salute before walking off. He smiles at you, relieved that your period hasn't ruined your sense of humour.
In the bathroom, you turn on the shower and let it wash away all your worries, sighing appreciatively at how good the hot water felt against you. Then you hear a knock. “Y/N? I brought you your stuff.” You momentarily turn off the shower and slightly open the door, to reveal Hobi holding out your clothes, his face promptly averted from the door. You retrieve them from his hand. “Thank you Hobi!” you say and move to close the door, but he stops you. “Wait! You didn't tell me which pad you wanted, and you didn't have any left in your supply either, so I just bought a pack in every variant from your usual brand.” He says, and holds out a bag filled with pad packs of varying types. You find yourself internally going awww at his thoughtfulness, and after picking out what you need, you call out to him. “Hobi?” “Yeah?” “You're the best.” “Aw, it's nothing, Y/N. Now go shower!” He says and runs off, leaving you giggling in his wake.
After a nice hot shower, you change into a comfy hoodie and shorts, feeling significantly better than you did before. But that exact moment your cramps decide to hit you. “Ughhhhh”, you lean against the wall with a groan. Jungkook, who just woke up, spots you and rushes to support you. “Y/N! What happened? Are you alright?” he asks concernedly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to steady you. “nnnnghhh. Period. Cramps.” you manage to croak out. “Oh no, that sucks,” he says as he gingerly picks you up. “Where do you wanna go?” “Room” you say, and bury your face in his chest. He slowly walks to your room, gently placing you on your bed and tucking you tightly under the covers. As he turns to leave, you grab his hand. “Stay, please? I don't wanna be alone.” He gives you a reassuring smile as he lies down next to you, gently rubbing your back, lulling you slowly to sleep.
You wake up to someone softly pushing your hair out of your face. Blinking open your eyes, you realise it's Jimin. “Hey. Did I wake you up?” “Yeah, but I don't mind. What's the time?” “About 11, I guess.” He kisses your forehead softly. “How are you feeling now?” “A little better, but still sore.” Jimin looks at you sadly, bummed that he can't do anything that'll make your pain go away. But he can distract you from it.
“I brought you something.” He holds out a box that you recognise as one from your favourite bakery. Your eyes light up in delight. “Hobi hyung told me you didn't have breakfast, so I got you your favourite black forest cake.” He opens the box and picking off a piece with a fork, he offers it to you. You eagerly open your mouth and chew it, suddenly realising that you were hungry. He feeds you about two pieces before declaring that was enough or else you wouldn't eat lunch. He wipes away the cake crumbs from your lips and grins widely at the content smile on your face. “What are you grinning at?” you ask him. “Nothing, it's just…. I like seeing you smile.” You blush and duck your head, feeling shy. “I love you, Chim.” you mumble softly. “I love you too, Y/N-ah.” He brings his forehead to yours, booping your nose softly with his.
“Y/N? Are you awake?” You recognise Tae’s voice. “Come in!” Taehyung shuffles into the room, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. Before he could say anything, you start, “Tae, I'm so sorry for snapping at you like that. I swear didn't mean to-” he cuts you off mid sentence by planting a soft kiss on your lips. “It's alright, Jungkookie told me. I understand. You don't have to apologise.” You shake your head. “I do, though. You were hurt and it's my fault. I feel bad about it. Can you forgive me, please?” He giggles, and pats your head. “There's nothing to forgive, silly. I'm not mad at you. I am claiming my cuddles though, Jungkook told me you let him hold you!” You chuckle, “Come here, you big baby.” He moves to get into the bed before stopping. “Oh crap, I forgot why I came here. Jin hyung told me to ask you if you wanna come for lunch or if he should bring it to you. What do you say?” You think for a moment before replying. “You know what, I'm kinda bored of sitting in my room. I'll come! Just gimme a few, I wanna make myself presentable.” Taehyung gives you a once-over. “What do you mean, presentable? You look pretty as always.” “Oh yeah, my ridiculous bedhead and baggy eyes are soooo pretty.” “I don't care, you still look pretty.” You realise he isn't just saying that to make you feel better, but rather that's how you look in his eyes, and your heart melts. “Okay fine, I'm coming. At least let me use the restroom.”
You trudge slowly through the house, Taehyung's hand around your back. Everyone else except Jin is already seated at the table, apparently waiting for you. Their concern is evident in their eyes, but they seem to be content with Taehyung walking with you, so they remain seated.
You settle down in your chair, which you find has some soft pillows placed on it. You look around the table to find Yoongi looking away as soon as you meet his eyes, cheeks turning just a little pink. You smile to yourself, not saying anything. At that moment, Jin comes from the kitchen, bringing out various dishes and sets them on the table, giving you a comforting smile. You catch a whiff of your favourite dishes: kimchi jjigae, samgyeopsal, japchae, fried chicken, along with a pint of chocolate ice cream. “Oh, Jin, you shouldn't have troubled yourself so much!” Jin just smirked. “What makes you think it’s for you? Maybe I just wanted to cook a nice meal.” You pout at him, which makes him chuckle. “Of course I was joking, Y/N-ie. They were specially made for you.” he says with a comforting smile. You sniff slightly, which didn't go unnoticed. Jin, after sitting next to you, places a hand over your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze as if to say, “You're never alone.” You push back the tears and give him a smile. He heaps a good amount of all the dishes on your plate, handing it to you with a wink. You immediately dig into the food, sighing at how delicious they are. “It's official. I think Jin might be my favourite. He surely knows the way to my heart.” you exclaim, only half-joking. You certainly didn't miss the way his ears turned a bright red, a telltale sign that he is flustered. The others pretend to clutch their chest in offence, and you just laugh at them.
After a wonderfully fulfilling lunch, you settle on the couch once more, only to groan when cramps hit you again. “Aish, why does it hurt so much?” you accidentally voice your thoughts out loud. Yoongi, who hears it, fetches some more pillows to place them around so that you can sit down more comfortably. Before you could tell him to sit with you, he walks off. You sigh softly, knowing that he isn't big on openly showing affection. You're surprised though, when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and turn around to find Yoongi. “Hey.” “Hey yourself.”
“I thought this might help with the pain, so I brought you this.” He hands you a hot water bottle. You smile at him, realising that he'd rather show you his love through his actions rather than just being all lovey-dovey. “Thank you, Yoongi.” You wrap your arms around his neck, at which he turns slightly pink, but he hugs you back all the same. “Can I sit with you for a while?” he asked, rubbing his neck. “I thought you'd never ask.” You pull him down onto the couch, leaning into his side.
A few hours later, after Yoongi left, saying that ‘his affection quota for the day has been deplenished’, you are staring into space, debating whether you should go back to bed, when Namjoon walks into the living room, holding a steaming cup of what seems to be chai, guessing from the aroma wafting towards you. “Hey! How come I'm the one who's sick, yet you're the one who gets chai? So not fair!” you say, giving him sad puppy dog eyes. You definitely didn't expect him to stop before you and hand you the cup. “If you had just waited a moment before jumping to conclusions, Y/N-ah, you would have realised that I made this chai for you!” Your eyes widen. “Are you telling me that, you, Kim Namjoon, cooked something, without setting the entire kitchen on fire?!” “Hey!” he looks chagrined, and gives you a soft punch on your arm. “Is that so hard to believe?” he asks. When you just raise your eyebrows in response, he relents. “Fiiiiine, I might have had a little help, but it was my idea, and I did do most of the work! And anyway, it's the thought that counts, right?” “....riiiight. I do appreciate the chai, though.” You take the cup from his hands and take a small, careful sip. “Ahhhh, you definitely did a good job Joon, I love it.” He flashes you his usual dimpled smile, which never fails to set your heart fluttering. You pat the seat next to you. “Sit with me?” “I will, but there's something I have to take care of first,” he says and walks away. You look after him quizzically, wondering what he could have meant.
Moments later, he returns with a couple of blankets, and your favourite book. He plops down next to you, and you automatically rest your head on his lap. He pulls the blankets around you, wrapping you like a burrito. Once he makes sure you're all settled, he starts reading the book out aloud. As much as you loved reading on your own, listening to Namjoon read, in his comforting voice, is something you never get tired of. He softly plays with your hair, just the way you like it, as he reads through the book. You purr like a content cat, feeling warm and satisfied, slowly falling asleep.
When you wake up, it's late in the evening, and you find yourself sandwiched comfortably between Hobi, on whose shoulder your head is resting, and Jin, who's softly massaging your feet. Yoongi and Namjoon are sprawled on either side of Jin and Hobi respectively, eyes glued to the television, but both their hands behind you. You look down to find Taehyung squished between your legs. I guess he claimed that cuddle after all. Jungkook and Jimin rest on either of your knees, fighting with Tae for space.
You look around at them and your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest because you don't know what you must have done in your previous life to find these seven men. You start sniffling without realising, and before long, tears start streaming down your face. Jin notices and immediately wipes away your tears, looking concerned. “Love, what happened? Does it hurt too much?” The rest of the guys turn towards you immediately, their features etched with worry. “I know you usually avoid pills, Y/N, but do you need some right now? They could help.” Namjoon offers. “Maybe you just need another hot water bottle.” Yoongi moves to go to the kitchen but stops when you grab his wrist. “No, no, I feel good and all, it's not that. I'm just…so happy.”
“Eh? Why are you crying then?” Taehyung asks, confused. You sniff, unable to look at them. “It's just, you guys are so unbelievably sweet and loving! No one has ever taken such good care of me before, especially during my period, so I'm a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way. I just don't know what I did to deserve such amazing and wonderful, not one, but seven boyfriends. I don't even deserve you guys.” you start crying all over again.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Hobi rubs your shoulder soothingly. “Don't ever think that you're not worth all this, okay? You deserve everything, sunshine. You're the most beautiful, gentle, kind and caring person we've met, and frankly, we don't know how you manage to put up with all of our chaos!”
“Yes, Y/N, hyung is right! We are the lucky ones!” Jungkook exclaimed, giving you his doe eyes and bunny smile.
“We love you so much, Y/N-ah. Don't you ever forget that.” says Jimin, as he places a kiss on your thigh.
“I love you guys too. So much. You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think we have some idea,” Tae says, giving you his signature wink as you laugh and pull all of them into a huge cuddle. You close your eyes and savour the feeling of being surrounded by your loved ones, and thank your lucky stars for bringing them to you.
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alj0saray · 1 month
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hi, hello, welcome!
First of all, I love your works like this much: 🫸(to the moon and back)🫷and congrats for 2,5k followers. May I please ask for Valentines event - a whole alphabet with Leona? I know it's a lot, however the thirst I feel for this man atm is becoming unbearable.
Wishing you a wonderful day, sending lots of love <3
omg thank you so much!!! wishing a wonderful day to you too💙💙 also its understandable your thirst i mean, isn't leona sexy... Even I simp for him lmao don't tell vil though
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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, Bad English, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), GN Reader, Ruts/Heats, Sadism, Somnophilia (obv consensual), Morning sex, Semi-Public sex, Bite&Hickeys, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. 
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⤠ Jing Yuan + Entire Alphabet ⤟ TWST Masterlist & Valentine Event ⤠ Rook Hunt + Entire Alphabet ⤟ 
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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Oh please don’t really expect anything from. Maybe an arm around your body as he gets closer to you as he is falling asleep, if you ask hes willing to cuddle with you however. Hes just falling asleep too easily lmao 
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
Leona favorite body part on himself would probably be either his chest or arms, taking pride in how good he looks and how strong he is to be able to pick you up to fuck you standing. On you he also very much likes your chest but also your ass, always having a hand on it as a possessive way 
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
I talk about it here also by the way, but Leona adores cumming deep inside of you, on your face or on your ass. He just loves making a mess out of you in any way possible, whatever being you are so full of his cum that leaks out or not 
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D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
He thinks of the idea of getting you pregnant (if there is a possibility of you getting pregnant) and it makes him hard. The idea of actually getting you pregnant, is not only a breeding kink that thinks of filling you up without getting you pregnant. But maybe it's just his animal instincts kicking in 
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Yes, Leona is no longer a virgin so he knows what he is doing but i dont think he is that knowledgeable about sex and what he likes and doesnt like. He had a few experiences before you, nothing too extreme or anything like that 
F= Favorite position
Oh there are plenty he likes; being it either with you on over him (cowgirl reserved and not), or with him over you like doggy, mating press, stuff like that. Missionary can be somewhat boring to him but its also on the table 
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
Not really goofy, he can take a joke or two but dont overdo it or it would honestly ruin his mood. Its more so he gets annoyed if you keep joking or trying to make the ruin lighter, and would probably stop right there 
H= Hair (grooming habits)
Due to his laziness Leona doesnt really keep track of his grooming habits (even if he has all that gorgeous hair on his head), so expect a lot of hair. If you keep complaining about he might get it shorter, but nothing too crazy 
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Very rough and dirty, not really romantic at all. Like no romanticism whatsoever. Not even during celebrations like anniversaries or something like that, because he won’t. He takes where he can without care, hard and deep, and makes it as dirty as possible  
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Twice or thrice per week. Usually. Of course that depends whether or not hes in a rut (but we will talk about it later), but usually its either twice or thrice per week since hes so very needy but sometimes hes just too lazy to do it and asks you 
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Sadism, Somnophilia (obv consensual), Morning sex, Semi-Public sex, Bite&Hickeys, Breeding Kink 
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
Everywhere. Its not like his room is particularly “private” so he doesnt really care about having sex with you in more public sex, nor is he worried about someone seeing you both being intimate. He is jealous, that for sure, but he also likes to show off to make sure people know who you belong to 
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
When you wear something too pretty for others to see, when you act too bratty for your own good and try to win him over, as if he going to lose over that, and when you act all good, pretty, and innocent around him. 
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Threesomes i fear. He is jealous and possessive (even out of yandere), too much for its own good that he can’t bear the thought of sharing you with another, being a man or a woman. Its a big no to him. 
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
Hes very stinging about giving oral, unfortunately, as he prefers when you give him oral. And he likes when you deepthroat him, going as far as possible until you gag around him and he chuckles. But when he does give you oral is pretty good, at knowing where to suck or where to lick, but be careful cause he bites  
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
He’s fast and deep. So incredibly fast. He wants you to feel for sure that you feel sore the next day and can last for at least one hour, having no problems with going another round right after 
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Leona likes quickies, he likes taking you fast and deep and whenever he pleases with little to no care about where you two are or who might see or if its illegal to have sex there. He doesnt care so much should you, why so much care? Just have some fun and trust him! 
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
Like I would say “sni”. Yes and no. Depends on what it is most importantly. A new position? Sure, thats fun. A sex toy? Yeah nah. No toys. Other than that you can suggest anything and hes willing to at least try some of it, most of the time 
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Oh oh please. Not only he is a beastman, a lion, but hes also athletic. He can lasts for hours without problems, keep going after round after round- maybe up to four or five, and maybe letting you take some time to take something to drink or to relax for a couple of minutes. Maybe. If he feels nice enough 
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Not exactly a big fan of toys, no. Doesnt really like them cause he somewhat feels jealous about them weirder enough, like he thinks he isn't good enough to pleasure you without them and so he tries to show it off. Hes fine with a bullet vibe though, or a vibrator, as only a way to tease you and edge you while you beg to fuck him 
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Leona doesnt shut up. He is always teasing someway, liking to give you something and then immediately take it away. Like he would start touching you in a more sexual manner, just before stopping before things get good. He will call you names in your ear as he leaves you desperate with a vibrator deep inside of you 
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
Not exactly loud nor does he moan, it's more so grunts on his part and also not a lot. He tends to get louder when he is about to cum and his grunts start to become almost moany, until he lets out a soft, a bit louder, moan. 
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
As I said in my nsfw hcs, im of the idea that all beastman go into rut/heat. So. Leona goes into a rut. And he gets so needy, so moany, so whiny- he almost begs for you to fuck him, key word almost. Leona just needs you so badly and he needs you now. 
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
I talked about it here! 
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
Very high. He is always ready to go, especially if you are horny. He can go multiple times a day or a week, you probably fuck a lot during a normal week if not considering his time during a rut. You will probably feel sore for an entire week 
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He doesn't fall asleep immediately but it's swift, it takes him less than five minutes to completely fall asleep while he keeps you closer to him as he starts to snore slightly. He can stay up for a while if you want to stay awake he can, but not for a long time though lmao 
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cloudbersoo · 5 months
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love letters|lee sohee
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synopsis: you wished to find out who your secret admirer is. 
tags: lee sohee x gn!reader, high school au, fluff, troublemaker x class president, slight misunderstanding, happy ending
word count: 1.8k
my playlist while writing: good enough by chanyeol, spring day by bts, tomorrow today by jj project and here always by seungmin
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another day, another letter. since last month you’ve started receiving mysterious love letters from a secret admirer. they always appear on your locker when you least expect it. sometimes it’s a cheesy pick-up line, and other times it’s a heartfelt poem. one thing common with each letter was its horrific handwriting. some days you struggled to read what your admirer had written because of how messy the writing was. but in the end, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
if you were a song, you’d be the best track on the album.
a smile rose to your face as you walk into the classroom. the day seemed a little brighter, the weight of your shoulders felt a little lighter. but the moment was ruined quicker than it had started, when you heard one irritating voice coming from the back of the room. “good morning class president!” lee sohee shouted with a big grin on his face. 
one day lee sohee was going to be the death of you. he was the so-called ‘troublemaker’ of the class, and he made sure to make your life a living hell. sohee interrupts classes, asks stupid questions and then makes you explain things to him like he’s some type of baby who doesn’t understand anything. 
“morning,” you answered in a monotone voice, sitting down on your seat. you turn to your friend seunghan, rolling your eyes out of annoyance. the boy next to you gives you a knowing look, a teasing smirk rising to his face. “don’t” you whined, pointing your finger at him. you turned back to the letter in your hand, your mind calming almost immediately.
“another letter? i swear you have admirers left and right,” seunghan laughs.
“haha, sadly i only care about one,” you said, sinking your head into your arms. if only there was a way to find who your secret admirer was.
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meet me at the gates after school? can’t resist you anymore ;)
you were bubbling with excitement when you found the latest letter in your locker. today was finally the day when you were going to meet the love of your life – or so you thought. you were happily packing your stuff when you heard anton’s voice coming from the classroom door. “y/n, are you ready for the meeting?” his quiet voice asked. right. you completely forgot about the student council meeting. your secret admirer must have to wait.
the council meeting lasted a lot longer than you had expected. you were now rushing towards the school gates in the hopes that the person who has been sending you letters for months would still be there. but you were too late. the only other people around were the other student council members, none which looked like they were waiting for you. 
you missed them. 
you can’t believe it. after all this time, you still couldn’t meet the person who has lightened your days for so long. you wished that by finally meeting your admirer you could pay all the kindness back to them. disappointed, you started making your way to the bus stop closest to your school. you didn’t think your day could get any worse, but the universe was ready to prove you wrong. the only other person at the bus stop was none other than lee sohee himself, probably ready to make your life a misery. 
but he didn’t even seem to notice you. sohee ran his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. you’ve never seen him like this. sohee was never quiet, but then again, maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought. 
finally sohee senses your presence, his gaze moving to you. his eyes widened in surprise as his body jumped off the bench. you gave him an awkward wave, but it didn’t seem to go too well with sohee. the boy walked away before you could say anything. as sohee left in a hurry, he failed to notice the notebook he had forgotten on the bench. you heard your bus coming from behind as you picked up the book. quickly getting into the bus, you took a seat next to a window. you took a closer look at sohee’s notebook and you couldn’t help but to get curious on what’s inside of it.
sohee wouldn’t mind if he never finds out, right?
you opened a random page somewhere in the middle of the notebook. the page was filled with what seemed to be song lyrics. 
don’t wanna waste all these meanings hold tight and dream on it’s what i love the most you with me, our memories
that’s when it hit you. “this handwriting is familiar,” you mumbled. opening your packbag, you searched for any of the letters you have received. reaching one of them, you put the letter next to sohee’s notebook – the handwriting matched. 
sohee was your secret admirer?
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sohee was a mess. what a fool he was, thinking that you could ever accept his love. maybe staying as your secret admirer would’ve been a much better choice. but it was too late now, after you saw him yesterday after school. you must have been so disappointed to see him waiting for you at the gate. you didn’t even have the guts to come and reject him!
sohee never thought about love before. he felt like it was a waste of time at this age. he could worry about relationships later, but then he laid his eyes on you. well, the two of you had known each other for years, but something changed a couple of months ago. sohee was going on with his day like normal, waiting for you to enter the classroom so he could bother you as usual. and then you walked in…
it was like time had stopped. the sun peeked through the blinds and the light shined on you. sohee’s heart skipped a beat, red colour creeping to his cheeks. you looked utterly beautiful. had you changed your hair? or did you put on some makeup? the boy didn’t know what had come over him. how did you suddenly make him feel this way? or had he always liked you and just didn't realise?
but now he’ll have to put those feelings aside and move on. that meant no more letters for you, as much as that hurts him. 
class was ending and sohee hadn’t really seen you around all day. you must be busy with student council stuff like you usually are, which for once was good with him. the boy had no idea what class he had just sat through, as he had not paid any attention whatsoever. 
so much so that he had failed to notice you entering the class. it wasn’t until you stood in front of him that his eyes spotted you. his eyes widened, like a deer in the headlights. you placed something down on the table, but sohee couldn’t see what as he was unable to tear his eyes off of you. you were gorgeous, and he could feel heat rise to his face. you were the only one who had this type of impact on him. too deep in his thoughts, he didn’t realise you had started to speak.
“earth to sohee?” you waved your hand in front of his face. “can we talk for a moment? i get if you’re busy, but i think we have some things to discuss,” you spoked, nervousness peeking through your voice. 
sohee couldn’t possibly resist you, how could he? he stood up immediately, getting ready to leave the room with you, but your arm stopped him. “your notebook, it’s yours right?” you said, pointing at the book on his desk. 
“oh right!” sohee laughed, grabbing the notebook and following you out of the classroom.
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silence fell between the two of you as you sat down at the schoolyard. you were nervously playing with your fingers, finding the right words to say. sohee wasn’t saying anything either, which was very unlike him. you decided to take a closer look at him, something you’ve never done before. his eyes were soft as they wandered around, not quite sure where he was supposed to look. he was biting on his pouty lower lip, and there were a couple moles on his left cheek. his short hair was messy, pointing in different directions. sohee was nice to look at, he was cute even.
“are you just gonna stare at me all day? i mean i get it, i’m quite the catch” the boy finally spoke, his eyes meeting yours, a smile rising to his lips.
a blush made it to your cheeks. “so… you wrote me all those letters?” 
“yeah, sorry to disappoint you,” he mumbled while lowering his head again. 
“what do you mean?”
the boy scratched the back of his neck, his sweet smile long gone. “that it was me, i mean, you didn’t show up yesterday and i thought-” he started, his voice weak.
“i had council stuff to finish and couldn’t make it on time” you interrupted the boy, wanting to finally explain yourself. “then at the bus stop you were all weird and you forgot your notebook… and i took a quick look and your handwriting matched the letters but at that point i was already on my way home…” you went on. maybe you and sohee had started on the wrong foot, but now that you knew he had this softer side to him, you were starting to see him in a new light. 
you moved on your seat, shifting a little closer to the boy. “i’m glad to know it was you,” you confessed, smiling at him. sohee’s head snapped towards you, face full of surprise. a shy smile rose to his lips, his cheeks hueing pink. 
“really?” he asked shyly. you took his hand to yours, as you nodded as conformation. “oh wow, this is not what i expected to happen,” sohee giggled, squeezing your hand. he looked deep into your eyes, his own ones conveying all the feelings he had carried inside him all this time. his hand came up to your face, moving away a few strands of your hair. his palm was warm, just like him. like magnets, the two of you started to lean into each other. 
“is this when we kiss?” he said with a teasing smirk on his face. your face dropped, of course sohee would say something to ruin the moment.
a sigh left your mouth. “just kiss me already,” you replied, grabbing into the collar of his shirt.
“gladly” he answered and finally your lips connected. his lips were as soft as they looked. both of sohee’s hands held your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks due to the boy’s excitement. he smiled into the kiss, a small laugh leaving his mouth. 
you backed down a little, wanting to have a look at the boy. “what’s so funny?” you asked, voice filled with amusement.
“just happy, that’s all” sohee said, giving you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. one that you wouldn’t mind getting used to. “now give me another one!” the boy in front of you said excitedly. 
and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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transvampireboyfriend · 7 months
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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
When they get to the lake an hour later, Eddie is the first to come spilling out of Steve's car.
He walks several paces away from it, tuning out the post-drive chatter of his friends, his arms stretching above his head as he walks closer to the lake, stopping a few feet away from its shore.
Eddie inhales deeply, enjoying the fresh air and admiring the sunrays twinkling on the water. He can feel them on his bare arms too.
So.
Maybe the world won't end because he said a bit too much about how good he thinks Steve Harrington is.
Steve came out to them last year, on a sunny afternoon when they'd all been lazing around, reading magazines on Steve's living room after spending all day in his pool. Nancy and Eddie were arguing about how hot some actor was.
Eddie can't remember who it was now, but what he does remember is Steve casually saying "I can settle this argument, lemme see", and crawling on all fours to where Eddie and Nancy were laying practically on top of each other.
They must have worn the same perplexed expression when Steve declared "He's hot", because he then took a look at both of them and shrugged, said "I like both. I like whoever" and that had been that.
So Eddie knows Steve would not make a big deal over him basically saying he finds Steve attractive, but he's still worried, because their sexualities don't automatically mean Steve will like him like that and Eddie would never assume that, but now Steve might think he did.
He looked uncomfortable in the car and it's the only explanation Eddie can come up with.
And Steve's never been particularly receptive of Eddie's gestures, Eddie tried flirting a few weeks after Steve came out and Steve froze, whenever Eddie pays him a compliment Steve gets a little weird like he did in the car, Eddie's tried asking him to do stuff together like go on a hike, or Eddie teaching Steve to play guitar or he's even asked him to dance but Steve almost always backs down when the activity involves touching Eddie.
And it's fine. Eddie can understand, he's not everyone's type, it's cool. He just wishes he could shake the attraction off, but so far he's had no luck. If anything he only feels more attracted to Steve with every day they spend together.
And Eddie doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.
So Eddie needs to be careful not to let it show too much, because then Steve would feel forced to verbally reject him and Eddie just knows that Steve would hate that, not to mention he would be devastated himself.
Steve can't know.
After all Eddie said in the car, he'd been thinking maybe it had been a terrible idea to come along on a week long trip to a remote cabin with Steve. He'd already shown too much of his hand by gushing about him to everyone who would listen, Eddie spent the whole trip kicking himself over it.
But, as a dragonfly circles him, Eddie thinks of his friends, and he decides he can be an adult about this. He'll clear things up and apologize if Steve's still uncomfortable and they'll have a normal week.
This is meant to be fun and he always does have fun with his friends, Steve included. He always has fun with Steve especially, and he won't let his dumb feelings ruin that.
Eddie listens to quick steps coming up behind him and then a small but firm hand slaps his back.
"Are you alright?" asks Nancy, coming to stand next to him.
Eddie scoffs, doesn't turn to look at her.
" 'Course I am," he supplies "why wouldn't I be?"
Nancy gives him a withering look.
She was the first to find out about his crush, already knowing Eddie so well within a couple of weeks of their friendship.
Eddie fondly rolls his eyes, finally looking at her.
"I'm fine." he assures her "It's fine."
He offers her a smile and turns back to the lake.
Nancy gives him a once over before she wraps her arm around his waist.
Eddie sighs into the touch, her warmth comforting even in the mid day heat.
"Don't lose my fucking scrunchie" she threatens.
Eddie chuckles "I promise I won't" he lies, probably.
"Stop making promises you can't keep." Nancy shoots, untangling from Eddie's side "We should get you your own."
"Maybe I could make some!" Eddie suggests, "To replace the ones I've lost,"
"How did we switch from you buying them to this?" Nancy asks, her mouth tilting into an amused smirk.
"Oh come on, this way is more fun!" Eddie protests, almost stomping his foot in his excitement.
"You don't know how to sew" Nancy reminds him.
"Do too!" he protests, thinking of his many customized jackets and jeans. Though, he'd never made something so delicate as Nancy's pretty hair accessories.
"And Buckley said she'd teach me!" Eddie concedes.
That startles a laugh out of Nancy, "Yeah, I'd like to see how that goes" she says.
"Oh, I bet you would" Eddie shoots back winking at her. He gets shoved for it.
"Shut up." Nancy demands, giggling.
As their laughter dies down and Eddie straightens up, Nancy turns to the lake.
"It's so pretty here" she comments, looking out at the forest tree line beyond the water.
"Sure is" Eddie agrees, watching birds fly by.
After a while Nancy slips her hand in his and interlaces their fingers.
"C'mon," she says "we're the designated lunch ladies"
"Oh?" Eddie asks, following as she tugs him along.
"Yup! Steve and Jonathan are unpacking and Rob and Argyle called dish duty"
"Thank god for that," Eddie quips
Nancy laughs "That's exactly what I thought"
part 3
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gwensfreak · 8 months
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Can you do a fic where Larissa takes care of pregnant!reader?
Unplanned but not Unloved
I never wrote anything about pregnancy before so I kind of went the way that's familiar to me. Hope you enjoy! All fluff ~ 1700 words
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You sat on your bed, tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. You just had a doctors appointment, and they told you news that you never thought you would hear. You were pregnant, and all you could say is that you were surprised.
You didn’t know how this happened, you were always careful. Recently, you had only been with one person. At the time you didn't think about it, but it made sense to you now, how it must've happened. You didn't understand the science behind shapeshifting, but she must. You stared down at your doctors report, you were pregnant, it was true. You had always said that if this ever happened, you wouldn't have the baby, or you wouldn't keep it. It seemed cruel to you, honestly, but you never understood how you could take care of a child while just getting by taking care of yourself. That night you fell asleep with tears in your eyes, thinking about the beautiful woman you were to have a baby with. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, for she was lovely, charming, intelligent, kind, and she loved her students. With all your heart, you wished that she would be happy about this. It would kill you to ruin her career, her freedom, to take away the life that she loved so much.
The next day you saw her in the hallway, talking with some students. It brought tears to your eyes to see her, how caring and motherly she was, her smile wide like she was truly enjoying herself. You didn't want to do this now, but if you didn't, you were scared that you'd be nine months pregnant and she still wouldn't know. "Hi darling" she smiled at you, walking towards you from the lobby. "Hi Rissa" you smiled back, sincerely. "How are you?" she asked, bringing her hand down to take yours. You pursed your lips and held back the tears that wanted to form in your eyes. You were fine, in reality, but you were scared, oh so scared. "I'm good" your voice wavered. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at you, concerned. You took a deep breath, "Larissa, can we talk in your office?" you asked. "Of course, love" she turned, dragging you with her by your hand.
You were sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She sat down next to you, giving you a gentle smile. "What did you want to talk about?" You smiled but looked down at the floor, you were never good at this stuff. "I um, I- Do you remember the night we had together, last month?" you asked nervously, still looking at the floor. She brought her hand to your knee and smiled with her teeth, "Of course I do beautiful." You blushed at her and brought your gaze to meet hers, feeling slightly better. You looked into her breathtaking eyes, god, could they be more captivating, more delicate, more sincere. "I just, I need to tell you…" you trailed off as you got more nervous. "I'm pregnant" you blurted. Her eyes widened but she never looked away from you. "You're pregnant?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm pregnant, Larissa. And I haven't been with anyone recently except you, so…" you stopped talking, hoping she would get the hint. Her mouth dropped open to say something, but she paused. It felt like the longest ten seconds of your life. "You’re pregnant with my child?" she whispered. Your eyes teared up, "Yes Larissa, I'm sorry. I just found out." She took your hand in hers, squeezing it softly. Her mouth curled back into a smile as her eyes lightened, "My dear, why would you be sorry? You're telling me that you're carrying my child." "I'm pretty sure" you whispered. "Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Come here, love." She embraced you in a hug, pulling you tightly against her. "This is wonderful news" she mused. "Really?!" you couldn’t help but let it slip. She pulled back, "Absolutely! This is the happiest day of my life. I always wanted to be a mother" she said as her lip quivered. Your eyes widened in surprise. Regardless of how much you knew she loved her students, you never expected her to want her own children, especially with you. You sniffled as a tear rolled down your cheek, "You want to have a child with me?" She pulled you back into a hug, giving a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I want to have your child my love. You're going to be a great mother. I cannot wait until our child is born my dear" she sniffled, placing another kiss to your hair. You closed your eyes and breathed for a minute, she wasn't mad, she's happy, over the moon even. "I love you Larissa." Your eyes opened as you realized what you had confessed to her. You knew you had loved her for a while now, but you didn't know if she felt the same. "I love you too, my sweet. I love you so much" she whispered in your ear. You smiled ear to ear but still felt bad about the whole situation.
 You pulled back, holding back happy tears and cupped her cheeks. "I'm sorry Rissa, I never really wanted to have children. But honestly, being with you has opened my eyes. I would be so happy to have your child, my goddess." You leaned forward again, placing your head into her chest. "Darling, you don't have to apologize. I understand that motherhood can be intimidating, but trust me when I tell you that once you hold your child, you will love it more than anything." You let your tears fall into her chest, it seemed that your heightened emotions may be hitting you already. "I couldn't love it more than I love you Larissa" you sobbed. She chuckled and rubbed your back, soothing you. "I will hold your hand every step of the way. We will go through this together, okay darling?" Although she was trying to soothe you, her words made you sob more. "Thank you Rissa" you mumbled into her dress. "Shhh, you’re okay" she whispered. You pulled back again and looked up at her, taking in her beauty. She gave you a wide smile and wasted no time in capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. You kissed her back with all the love that you have for her, praying that she really wanted this. She broke from the kiss, "Darling, I love you so much." "I love you to Riss. Are you sure you want this?" She cupped your cheek and brought her forehead to meet yours. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Can I worship you, my love?" You blushed at her words, looking down. "I'm so used to doing that for you Riss, I don’t know" you said shyly. "It's my turn to worship you my love. You're my sweet, perfect darling. Let me worship you like nobody else could, let me make you feel like a true goddess." At that, your stomach rumbled, loud. You blushed in embarrassment, but Larissa just chuckled. "I think the baby has a different idea" she smiled. You thought for a minute, you had no clue how to take care of a baby. You were never the best at eating healthy, and now you had to eat for two. You frowned, "Riss, I don't know how to eat, I don't know what food baby needs." The woman chuckled at you again and held your hands in hers. "We will do some research and we will learn together, love. Now, let me make you lunch, hm?" You smiled up at her and nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
You waited on the couch as Larissa came out with a whole wheat chicken sandwich and some boiled vegetables for you and herself. It wasn't something you'd make for yourself normally, but it smelled so good. "Eat, darling" she said as she handed you the plate. As you ate, you smiled and hummed. Larissa chuckled beside you which broke you out of your trance. You looked over at her as she had a sad smile on her face. "You know, I knew that it was possible to get someone pregnant as a shapeshifter, but I didn't think it was very likely to happen. I should be the one apologizing, love, I should've been more careful." You thought about her words before you giggled. "If it was anyone else, I probably would be angry, Riss. But with the woman I love dearly, I'm happy" you smiled.
 After you finished eating, Larissa basically threw herself at you, knocking you over on the couch and laying beside you. She peppered your face with kisses before lifting your shirt and kissing your stomach gently. You closed your eyes and revelled in her touch. "I was so scared about our baby Riss" you admit quietly. Larissa moved next to you and placed a kiss on your nose, rubbing your stomach gently. She smiled and whispered, "Oh honey, don't worry about our baby, because I'm not worried, not for a second. Our child will be the most loved, as will you, beautiful." You wrapped your arms around her and found comfort in the crook of her neck. "I could never ask for someone better Riss, I'm so lucky to have you." The older woman smiled and placed a kiss in your hair. "You're the most beautiful thing in all of creation…you're mine, my everything." You let yourself be consumed by Larissa's touch and comforting words, thinking about how gorgeous your baby will be, if they're anything like Larissa. You look up at her, a sly smile on your face. She looked down at you and chuckled, "What?" You leaned into her and brought your lips to her ear. "Even though this wasn't our intention that night, I'd do it all again" you winked.
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maroon | cs55
"how the hell did we lose sight of us again? sobbing with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends?"
summary: they both knew their relationship would ruin them both, but they couldn't stop themselves from running back to each other every goddamn time
warning: angst, toxic relationship, mentions of a vicious cycle of breaking up and making up, right person wrong time, suggestive language, swearing, a bunch of references to older classic rock bands and albums (and CAS because they are my fav band of all time haha), open ending
pairing: carlos sainz x reader
word count: 4.3k
note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.
spanish words used: hermosa = beautiful; corazón = heart
hey everybody! honestly, this song is the one I've been looking forward to writing the most since the beginning... I worked so hard and I gave everything I had in me to this story (hence the story being the longest so far, something about writing for Carlos just makes me write so much more every time, haha), I couldn't be more proud of what I did! haha, hopefully, you guys love it as much as I do! happy holidays to everyone! 💜
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When the morning came
We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
Dozens of voices echoed through the crowded room, engaged in different conversations and dialogues.
The crowd seemed to have a life of its own. Old friends catching up on the latest news in their lives. New friends being made unexpectedly. The sharing of the latest gossip and rumours among the most curious souls. The sound of endless, genuine laughter through the halls.
In the middle of the glowing lights, the shiny clothes and the loud music, hidden in the shadows, there she was.
Y/N had escaped the huddled bodies until she found refuge in an empty room. With the door closed, the noise of the party was now muffled, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts as she searched through a vinyl shelf she found there.
Led Zeppelin. Pink Floyd. Radiohead. The Clash. Their owner had taste, she thought, fascinated by their timeless records. The young woman also appreciated these older classic albums, although she couldn't find many people like her.
With her hands roaming over the vinyl without much care for the party happening, Y/N nearly dropped a Nirvana album on the floor when the bedroom door burst open.
"Oh." The unknown man said, stopping in his track when he came face to face with her. "Sorry, but do I know you?"
"Hmm, I don't think so." The girl frowned in doubt. Her eyes widened as she realized she was clearly breaking into someone's room. "Oh my god, is this your room? It is, isn't it? What was I thinking going in like that-"
"Hey, don't worry! It's okay! I just wasn't expecting to see anyone in here." He chuckled softly, extending his hand to the girl. "I'm Carlos, and you are...?"
"Y/N, nice to meet you!" She shook his hand back. The girl could have sworn she felt a spark run through her veins as soon as she felt his touch.
"Hmm, sorry for going through your stuff. I- I'm a huge music lover and I- Just couldn't help myself." The girl continued, half choking up, half laughing at herself, lifting the album in her hand to show Carlos what she was doing.
"I don't mind." The driver responded, approaching her and taking the vinyl from her hold. The warm skin of his hand contrasted with her cool one, letting his touch linger. "So, are you a Nevermind fan?"
"More of a Bleach girl myself." Y/N said smugly, her eyes glazing over the boy's charming figure before returning to the shelf. "You have an incredible collection. I wish I had this many records."
"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
I see you every day now
Hours passed, and both lost track of time as they talked about everything and anything. 
Y/N and Carlos were instantly attracted to each other, bonded not just by their shared love of music but by a soul connection neither could explain.
It was profound in ways that were beyond physical attraction, it had to be experienced to be truly understood.
Almost like their souls knew each other from the past.
The couple stood there, only a few hours after they met, sitting on the floor of his bedroom. They laughed with her feet in his lap, with a cheap-ass screw-top bottle of rosé beside them.
It was like an enchanting enigma how much they felt like each other's closest friends, like they had been part of each other's lives forever.
A Fleetwood Mac song was playing from Carlos's red vinyl record player when the woman spoke. "Isn't it crazy that I ended up at your house party and didn't even know who you were until you walked into this room?"
The two chuckled softly as their eyes locked and the driver's hand ran along the top of her thigh. "A bit maybe." He bit his bottom lip, a little unsure and nervous. Deciding to take risks that night, he continued. "But it was totally worth sneaking in here and skipping the party just to meet you."
Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as they flushed. The girl tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked away from him to the floor.
"I don't know about you," Carlos again captured the attention of the girl beside him, approaching her little by little. "But I don't think I've ever felt this chemistry with anyone in my entire life, hermosa."
Driven by her impulsiveness and by the tension that hung in the air, the young woman made the first move and closed the space between them, letting her lips rest on his in a much-desired kiss. 
It started out soft and slow, their hearts beating faster and faster as the adrenaline grew. Y/N let her mouth open a little, and the driver took that as a sign to let his tongue swirl in her mouth. Her hands found their place among the brown locks of his wild hair, as he pulled her body towards him until she was on top of him.
Y/N was never one for one-night stands or sex on the first date, but that moment felt different for her. None of it felt sudden, ill-considered, or a mistake.
In fact, Y/N had never felt like anything was so right as pulling the Spaniard onto his bed mattress that night.
And I chose you
The one I was dancing with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
For the next six months, Y/N and Carlos were inseparable.
Their feelings for each other continued to grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. However, the two kept them secret from each other, hidden in the privacy of their own minds.
During those magical months since the night they'd met, they'd given themselves to each other, body and soul. But they both knew there was something more between them: something impossible to ignore, something special.
So special that the two feared they would ruin it by putting a title on their relationship.
They were… Friends with benefits, lovers, soulmates? All options were honest and sincere, but they were only attempts to escape the term "boyfriend and girlfriend".
Painting New York City white, snowflakes fell from the skies while shimmering under the lights like jewels bestowed by winter.
The couple could already see their destination, such was the way the girl's maroon apartment building stood out among the snow-covered sidewalks.
Carlos hugged her waist from behind, squeezing the girl's body and picking her up off the ground.
"Carlos, stop! You're going to drop me, you idiot!" Y/N squealed playfully, being immediately put down again in front of her door.
The driver placed a tender kiss on her forehead and then adjusted the black beanie that covered the top of her head. "I would never let you fall, corazón."
Except I already fell for you, she thought to herself, making her heart ache.
The two hurriedly climbed the building's stairs, eager to return to the warmth of her home. They had barely passed the front door when the two started taking off their cold and damp shoes in search of some relief from the discomfort in their feet.
The Cigarettes After Sex album that they were listening to before leaving her living room continued to echo through the walls of the apartment. Immediately, Carlos grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, wrapping her shoulders with his arms as he started to sway their connected bodies gently to the music.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asked, caught off guard by the driver's movements.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Carlos asked playfully, running his hand through the young woman's long hair. "I'm dancing with you to your favourite band."
Just when she thought it wasn't possible for her feelings to grow any further, Carlos seemed to challenge her, proving her wrong all over again. Her heart could explode at any second with how much love for the Spaniard she kept in it.
"Carlos?" She asked in a whisper.
"Yes, hermosa?" He replied in the same tone.
"I'm so glad I chose you."
In the end, what mattered to them was seizing the moment before it was over, being happy with each other before the inevitable end came.
Both Y/N and Carlos couldn't help sensing that they were doomed to end sooner or later.
The burgundy on my t-shirt
When you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet, it was
Eventually, the first signs of the end of their honeymoon phase began to appear.
Their flaws seemed more noticeable, their patience thinner, and their problems more difficult to solve.
All of a sudden, the illusion that their relationship was perfect started to fade with time.
The two began to see themselves as opponents with their backs turned to each other instead of the hopelessly in love souls they were in the beginning.
On a random spring night, the two were getting ready for another one of their dates, in the privacy of his house, like they did so many times before.
The two naturally assumed their tasks without much dialogue at this point: Y/N was leaning over the stove as she finished cooking dinner for them, while Carlos was in the dining room setting the table.
After completing what he had to do, the driver went to the kitchen in search of a wine to serve with the pasta that his lover was preparing. He opened the pantry and took out his favourite red wine from one of the bottom shelves.
Carlos walked to one of the drawers, removing his corkscrew from it, and opened the bottle without knowing that Y/N was moving dangerously close to him. 
By accident, his sudden movement caused the bottle to splash onto the once-white t-shirt the young woman wore, now leaving a huge burgundy mark on it.
"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N complained, disgusted with the state of her outfit. "This t-shirt is new, Carlos. For fuck's sake, this stain is never coming off."
"Calm down, it's not like someone died. It's just a fucking t-shirt, Y/N." Carlos replied, in the same aggressive tone. "I'll buy you a new one. Don't let this night be ruined for something so small."
"You'll buy it?! You always think that your money solves everything, don't you?" The girl spat, starting her way to her room to change her clothes. "I just wish you would be careful for once in your life and not be so fucking clumsy."
"It's a piece of fabric, oh my God." Carlos followed her, not ready to give up. "Get over it!"
"You know what? Enjoy your dinner alone. I'm out of here."
And so their new routine began: they argued, they fucked, they made up, they repeated.
The rooms they'd once set on fire with their burning, sizzling passion were now left in ashes, burned by the flame that brought them back to each other's arms, time after time.
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
Fight after fight, the two kept finding their way to each other every single time, like two individuals relapsing on their favourite addiction.
The young woman had been dragged by the Spaniard to another one of his races, though as a very discreet and unknown guest.
Nobody knew her in that world, not even his closest colleagues, and Y/N couldn't help but feel hurt by all of Carlos' secrecy.
Okay, they weren't together-together, but the fact that she wasn't even mentioned to his best friends still seemed like a red flag to her.
Y/N had managed to escape to his room without anyone noticing, coming face to face with the shirtless figure with his back to her.
"Hey, handsome." The girl approached him, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned against his naked back.
"Corazón, you are here." The driver turned towards her, placing a kiss on her lips and down along the side of her neck. "I missed you so much. These weeks without you have driven me crazy."
"Hmm... Were you missing me or having me?" Y/N questioned, trying to pretend to be unaffected by the way his mouth sucked on her collarbone so sensually.
The boy turned his eyes to her gaze and cupped her face gently in his hands. "You, hermosa. You."
Their moment was interrupted by a member of Ferrari knocking on the door, warning Carlos that he would have to prepare for the driver's parade. Both of them slipped from his room and the motorhome, coming across two other drivers she recognized from watching other races.
"Well, well, well," Lando announced, messing with Carlos and his mystery companion. "What do we have here? Sainz, you don't even introduce your 'friend' here to your boys"
"Pfff, friend." The Spaniard's teammate, Charles, replied, also joking. "At least her fresh hickey tells me otherwise."
The girl immediately looked down at the neckline of her shirt, where she noticed the love bite near her neck.
And when her gaze rested on her lover's annoyed face, she realized how unhappy he was that they got caught.
When the silence came
We were shaking, blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbing with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends?
"Since this muppet here doesn't want to introduce us, I'll do the honours. I'm Lando, this is Charles." The McLaren driver said, pointing to his Ferrari friend, followed by his outstretched hand towards the girl.
"Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/N." She greeted the British, and then the Monegasque.
"So why are you hiding your beautiful girlfriend from us, Sainz?" Charles asked curiously.
"She's not my girlfriend, I have to go." Carlos replied, turning away and leaving behind two shocked friends, a hurt girl and her heart broken into little pieces.
After hearing a thousand apologies from the two nice guys for meddling in matters that weren't theirs, Y/N decided to walk to the exit of the circuit and skip the race altogether.
Hours passed and only silence came to her hotel room, with no sign of Carlos.
The girl sat on the floor, back against the bed covered with a maroon duvet, shaking, blind and hazy, until he eventually appeared.
How the hell did we lose sight of us again, she thought to herself over and over again.
The driver entered the room, shoulders slumped in regret, expecting to find an upset Y/N he had to apologize to.
Never did he expect to find the girl he loved sobbing with her head in her hands.
Carlos knelt down in front of the young woman, placing his hands on her knees, which provoked her to look at him with eyes smudged with mascara.
"Sorry, hermosa." The boy apologized, letting his forehead rest against her knee.
"Sorry for what, Carlos?" Y/N asked, determined to get the truth out of him.
"I shouldn't have turned away and left you alone with Lando and Charles." The Spaniard confessed. "I understand that you didn't see the race, but it's done now, you don't need to be like that..."
"The discussion is over, yes." The girl spoke, getting up from the floor and looking at the image of him still kneeling. "But us, this, whatever it is, that is over too."
"Stop, Y/N!" The driver also got to his feet, trying to stop her from leaving. "This is just another argument. We always come back to each other, that's the way shit always ends."
The woman released her wrist from his hold, opened the door and glanced at him over her shoulder before walking away.
"Not this time."
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
I feel you, no matter what
The rubies that I gave up
A day passed. Then two days. Three days.
On the fourth day, the doorbell to her New York apartment rang and her heart just knew that he was going to be the person behind the door.
Y/N opened the entrance to her house and there he was as expected: Carlos, standing there, hollow-eyed in the hallway, flowers in hand.
"Before you interrupt me, I beg you: please, listen to what I have to say. Then you can send me away if you want and I'll go." Carlos begged her, his hands gripping the red flowers more tightly. "I love you. I'm sorry I came to that conclusion so late but I do, I love you. So much my chest hurts whenever I'm not with you. And I know I've been an asshole to you, especially on this last race, and I know I don't deserve you but I'm not ready to give up on you, on us."
The young woman remained silent, listening to the words she'd been waiting to hear all these months.
But they were too late.
"These roses are for you, corazón. I know they are your favourite flowers." The driver held the flowers out to her.
"Carnations," Y/N replied, leaving the Spaniard more confused than ever. "These are carnations, not roses."
The two kept their eyes together until a tear ran down the girl's eyes. And both of them knew.
"I'm sorry, Carlos, but you should leave." Y/N sobbed. "I loved you all this time but I had enough."
And I lost you
The one I was dancing with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
Maroon
It took six months for them to end their perfect, magical honeymoon phase. 
Followed by another six months of endless fighting and pain inflicted on each other.
Perhaps in some poetic way, six months passed from Y/N losing him until they saw each other again.
Nothing hurt more than being away from the one person she loved more than anyone. Especially when she knew the passion and the love between them were still there.
She couldn't help feeling that they were two cursed souls destined to suffer for their love.
Without Carlos, even music seemed to sound different. 
Since the day she saw the boy walk out the door, her vinyl had remained exactly in the same place, gathering dust, as she didn't have the courage to listen to them again without being consumed by memories of them.
Trapped in her thoughts on yet another sleepless night, Y/N looked up at the sky and thought to herself: I can't die from a broken heart, but I can't help but feel like a part of me did that day.
The burgundy on my t-shirt
When you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet, it was
Maroon
Tired of brooding over the excruciating time away from the driver, Y/N relented and agreed to leave the comfort of her home to go to a party for the first time in a long time.
Dressed to the nines, the girl found herself in a crowd in the middle of an unfamiliar house.
It was the same as always: old friends, new friends, gossip, rumours, laughter, shining lights, loud music.
The young woman simply couldn't enjoy that life as she did before. All she wanted was to go home, lay under the covers, with the fire burning on her fireplace... But the memories that place held of him began to feel like they were too much for her to bear.
Alcohol in her hand, as usual, Y/N escaped the noise to a random room in the house, much like the night she met Carlos. 
This time, the girl found herself in the middle of a guest room, with nothing more than a bed and some basic furniture, where she sat enjoying a sweet drink.
Mirroring that night even further, Y/N was stunned when the white bedroom door opened to let in the tanned, handsome boy who was consuming her head.
"Oh," Carlos said, unable to contain his feelings when he saw the woman again after so long. "Hey, I- I was just looking for the bathroom. I- I'm going to go."
"No, wait!" Unconsciously, Y/N stood up, grabbing the driver's wrist without giving it much thought until she felt the blood rush into her cheeks. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. I just- I don't know... I miss you."
The Spaniard let her words sink in, all emotions on the surface. "Y/N... Please, don't do this. I don't know if I can survive another heartbreak."
"You're right, I'm sorry. Forget this ever happened." Y/N got ready to walk out the door until it was the boy's turn to grab her arm.
Carlos pulled her towards him, grabbing her face with both hands and pulling her into a so-desired kiss filled with longing, pain, and lust.
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
His lips brushed hers, allowing him to inhale her breath and feel the warmth of her mouth, until he let his lips mash against hers in a rough, heated kiss.
She opened her mouth quickly, pushing her tongue past his teeth and meeting him in an electric and passionate battle. 
Both lay on the bed, her straddling his body like she did a million other times, her lips still glued to the ones she used to call home.
They both pull away, panting with their gazes focused on each other almost as if they were afraid the moment would suddenly be over.
"I still love you, hermosa." Carlos confessed, letting the words slip out. "There wasn't a day that I didn't think of you, or that I didn't want your body next to mine just like this."
For one more night, Y/N gave in to her most intimate desires and allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of belonging in the arms of the man she loved again, as she removed her dress and her lips returned to where they belonged - his.
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
Such was the girl's amazement when hours later she woke up in the same bed, alone with only his memory over her.
The wrinkled sheets on the right side of the mattress were the only sign that the driver had been in that room the night before. 
Not a note, a discarded piece of clothing, a stray hair.
Just crumpled linens and the marks of his love smeared across her soft skin.
Once again, Y/N was left with only her regrets and her sorrows for being so weak and so naive to think this time would be different.
That was the legacy he left every time: his touch on her remained, as did his absence.
The burgundy on my t-shirt
When you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
So scarlet, it was maroon
Back at home, the girl went straight to her room, wanting nothing more than to get out of her dirty clothes from the night before. 
Her hands started their work of removing the dress, until she stopped in her tracks, naked in front of her bathroom mirror, when she saw the marks left by Carlos all over her for the first time.
She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, as she stepped into the shower.
The hot water ran through her hair, over her shoulders, and down her back, until loneliness overcame her and her eyes wept and wept away all the hurt she felt.
How could I have been stupid enough to fall again, she wondered.
After a few minutes of crying and showering, Y/N left the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body, and went to her dresser in search of an old t-shirt to wear.
Among the dozens of her neutral shirts, one stood out. It was scarlet, and it was his.
Without thinking twice, she grabbed the t-shirt and draped it over her body, ready to give in to the sadness. Her arms hugged her own torso, seeking physical comfort in a place where she was the only person left.
Or so she thought until she heard the familiar doorbell ring later that night.
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
The only light on the dark street that night was the street light that lit up the star-crossed lovers ever so slightly.
There he was, standing outside of the door of her maroon building, red roses in hand this time, face pleading for forgiveness. 
Although their lives might not have fit together, they were just two broken souls who had found solace in each other's hearts, unwilling to give up on the greatest love they had ever known.
And just like that, pulled back into their vicious cycle, all she had consuming her mind was him all over again.
"Hey, corazón."
It was maroon
It was maroon
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nikisvanillaccola · 6 months
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ButlerJay x Princess! Reader 18+
I couldn't go to sleep so here this is . Warning this is unorganized. Also not proofread.
Warnings: Smut mentioned. Fluff.
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So imagine like you're a princess and all. And you've been getting really close with your personal butler or whatever.
Jay is always there for you. Always reminding you that you'd be a perfect queen and not to stress. He even gives you massages. He always makes sure the meals he cooks for you are your favorites and top tier. Not one flavor out of place cause if it is. He'll give it away to someone on the streets and make a new one. (We love non wasteful jay).
But you and Jay have been getting a little too close. Usually everyday you kidnap him for an hour to vent about your duties and you listen to him because you wanna know what's it like. He says he likes his job though. He loves seeing you and cooking for you. How sweet.
But one night when you go to your kitchen you find him cleaning it and you apologize for being in the way but he insists you aren't and he says he wants to speak to you in your room.
So you guys go there. Amd he confesses. He says he loves you and he's heart broken you're going to marry some prince and not him. You promise him you'll never forget about him and that you like him too. And to make him feel better you offer your body which is scandals.
But he accepts the offer.
So you two do the thing on your big bed and he makes sure you feel you up nicely with his seed. And you wish you could marry him instead but he'll get in legal trouble.
Fast forward through the next month . You two continue having like one of 'those meeting's like twice a week to relive stress.
As 4 months goes on your mom is freaking out because your clothes aren't fitting like they used to. You're not sure why either. Your mom goes crazy on jay for feeding you the heavy stuff but he's only been doing the same thing for years.
So your mom changes your diet. 1 month later she realizes it you're pregnant. She blows up on you right in front of jay and she asks who the father is and you say you don't know. So then she blows up on you again because she thinks you're sleeping with multiple men. But you tell her it was one guy months ago and you can't remember who it was. And she's ashamed with you because this is gonna ruin your chance of dating a prince. Not that you care. But your mom tells you your grandma will take care of the baby and you're not sure how to feel. But then she leaves the room.
Jay comes up to you.
"Shit- That's my baby!"
You're just in shock because you're thinking about how your mom would kill you for sleeping with the butler.
"We're gonna be parents? I don't think I'm ready for this. " that's the food part of being a princess you can drop your baby off to someone else when it stops being cute.
Jay grabs your hand. "I think we're ready Yn. "
"Jay..... I love you."
He kisses you immediately.
"I love you so much my Princess." He holds your face still.
Fast forward to months later to after the kid is born. It's in the room to the right of yours and you have these female maids taking care of the beautiful baby girl. Jay sees her in secret sometimes.
You see her whenever you can and hold her and do what you have to.
One day your mother catches you and Jay kissing in that room when you're holding the baby. And she screams her head off.
Yes jay gets fired. But you tell your mom she can't do that and she better bring him back now or else you're going to run away with him. Your mom doesn't want any commotion so she hires him back and tells him to stay away from his kid. Yep that's not happening.
You just know jay is going to be a perfect father just from the way he talks to the infant and makes his little jokes and he never stops being romantic with you. Your mom is just going to have to suck it.
Jay makes parenting look fun.
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adhdbisexualramblings · 6 months
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I’m likely going to regret posting this after an actual rewatch of season ten, but-
Chloe was a wonderful foil to Timmy. They should have shared fairies. They’re perfect for each other friendship-wise.
Timmy’s conflicts are mainly external - neglectful parents, abusive babysitter, sucky school life - and despite his rowdiness and forgetful nature, he’s genuinely a very sweet boy who just gets caught up in whatever rash wish he’s made. Sure, he only has two friends (excluding his godparents), but that’s because he’s unpopular.
Chloe…has the exact opposite problem. All of her problems are purely internal. She does good everywhere she goes and strives to help everyone, which makes her a good person by nature, but it’s because of that giving nature why she has no real friends. She’s elevated immediately upon going somewhere to a celebrity status - it happened in Dimmsdale, and though she didn’t seem particularly upset about it, she still hasn’t stopped getting praise for her actions even months after moving there. Her life is the antithesis of Timmy’s to a T - wonderful, caring (if not overprotective) parents, a lot of people around her all the time, and a genuine love for everything that would theoretically make her the ‘perfect godchild’.
But, she has no real friends. No one she can count on for a cry or to lean back on if she needs help. Because she’s Chloe Carmichael, perfect girl, she shouldn’t have problems when everything in her life is great. Unlike Timmy, who is seen again and again clearly needing assistance, mainly assumed by characters and not explicitly said aloud by him. Chloe doesn’t have that specific ‘normal child’ status he has (no I am not projecting my survivor’s guilt onto a fictional character be quiet) because her life looks so good from the outside.
Despite what many reviewers, angry YouTubers in 2017, and a look at the first episode may tell you, Chloe does have flaws. Sure, she does actually like doing all this good stuff, but she’s…well, not far from, but you get it. She’s not totally perfect. She’s very protective about things she values (her DVD box set (which I totally get because those things are pricey, especially in this economy)) and tends to blow up if there’s any chance they’re threatened (yelling at Timmy to never lay a hand on said box set). She can be selfish (that episode where she had to share Timmy’s birthday and tried to one-up him) and a bit of a control freak (ideas likely coming from her parents’ want for perfection). She’s overly ambitious and her desire to find good in everyone blinds her to their bad parts (Foop may be a baby, but he’s not exactly as innocent as Chloe thinks). She can be easily-impressionable, as shown when she took to a brief life of crime in one episode. And, as Timmy puts it, she’s a little nuts.
Back to Chloe having no friends because she can’t be vulnerable with people who see her as a celebrity. She has a lot of traits that people might not like (see above) and can put them off on being an actual friend. Timmy has never seen Chloe as this popular untouchable mini-goddess - he hated her from the moment he saw her. Him having to share his fairies and subsequently be around her more often allows her to show those ‘worse’ (read: naturally human) traits off, and he won’t mind because those aren’t new to him, or weird. Timmy becomes, because of this, her first actual friend.
So while Timmy is rambunctious, mischievous, and has trouble paying attention but is still a sweet child in the moments where we see it, Chloe is a kind, generous, potentially self-sacrificing, overflowing-with-love girl who can get obsessed at times and lets her kindness be her downfall (sometimes). In the end, they’re both kids who have flaws.
Chloe and Timmy prove that misery is in the eye of the beholder. What’s miserable to Chloe may just be a normal day for Timmy, and we don’t know what fairy council grounds are for distributing godparents.
Additionally, Nick ruined Chloe as a character by breaking the show, don’t tell rule (telling us why she needed fairies instead of showing it through body language or actions) and sweeping her other bad traits under the rug. I despise the bright colors and neat lines of the new Flash animation they used, I hate it immensely, and Timmy’s character was botched within the first two seconds he was onscreen, but those are all their own posts.
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The problem with Disney right now...
I know I usually state my opinion on movies I see recently and give reviews but sometimes I give my opinion on movies that are going to come out soon. So, I heard about the unnecessary sequels for Moana and Inside Out, which are great movies but they don't need sequels. In all honesty, after seeing what they did with Wish, I think Disney should take a break on making animated movies for a while! Not forever, just for a short time.
Okay, so I think we all can tell that they used A.I on Wish. It's not the animation and stuff, it's just the story! I even think the songs were written by real people, it's purely the story that feels A.I generated. Watch them use A.I on Moana 2, Inside Out 2, and Frozen 3... oh gosh that would break my heart to se them ruin the sequels with A.I. I don't consider myself a Disney fan, in fact, even as a kid I wasn't a Disney-movie kid, but I did have a Frozen phase back in the day. Every kid had a Frozen phase. Inside Out is okay but it was kind of emotional, but the first Moana was really good. The thing is, Frozen is based off the Snow Queen while Moana and Inside Out aren't based off any fairytales and are Disney's own original ideas for once. Plus, I think they're only making these sequels because their original ideas like StrangeWorld and Wish are failing so they're proffiting off live action remakes and making sequels of already existing characters because they're desperate. They're just so greedy and can't stand to see the competitors, who are smaller animation companies, beat them!
I'm mostly boycotting Disney (and have been ever since I saw Zootopia) but I'll watch Disney movies pirated on free websites like Actvid and Moviesjoy. The only thing I like from 2024 Disney is Kiff! LITERALLY KIFF! KIFF! Of all things, I never thought KIFF would be the only thing that's stopping me from abandoning Disney all together. I don't use Disney plus but the website I watch Kiff on doesn't have the recent episodes and I refuse to get Disney plus. Disney should focus on stuff like Kiff and Phineas & Ferb anyway. The only good show they got on Disney channel now is Bluey and Bluey is NOT EVEN DISNEY! Bluey is an Australian show and should be seen as that, instead of having the greediest corporation in the world act like they own an Aussie show that they didn't have anything to do with. Bluey should be on PBS kids or something, not greedy Disney! Who agrees? I'm American, but If I was in Australia I'd be so mad at Disney. Disney literally censored episodes, removed episodes, and stopped the writers from throwing in a Bible reference... when they weren't even making the show! If I was in charge, Disney Channel/Disney Junior would have shows like Jungle Junction, Phineas & Ferb, Bear in the Big Blue House, Good Luck Charlie, Suite life of Zack & Cody on Deck,... ect. Basically I'd bring back everything except JESSIE because it was racist (R.I.P to Cameron Boyce tho, he wasn't a bad guy he was just on a bad show).
Anyway, Disney is on my last nerve rn, and if it wasn't for Kiff I'd hate it all together. I still do hate Disney but the only thing that keeps me from wanting it to go away is Kiff. If you haven't heard of Kiff, it's a recent show by Disney, about an orange squirrel who's really energetic (and no, she's NOTHING like Scaredy Squirrel). As far as movies go, I know for sure that I will never see another Disney movie in theaters and I encourage you too, as well. They'll end up on Actvid or Moviesjoy before they even end up on Disney plus anyway, because Disey is popular and people care enough to record it off some hidden camera in theaters. I'm not saying you have to follow in my footsteps and boycott Disney, I'm just telling you on how I do it. Like, the day they come out in theaters is the same day they end up on free websites. Plus, you don't have to waste your money if the movie is going to be bad, like how Wish ended up being bad.
So yeah, please share your thoughts! If you're a Disney fan, I'm sorry. You have to know that they've been really shady recently (they always have been shady but particularly now).
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teamsieben · 4 months
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DAVE: do it
KARKAT: GIVE ME ONE GOOD FUCKING REASON.
DAVE: itd be funny
DAVE: besides dressing up as each other is like a sibling rite of passage i think
DAVE: at least rose and i did that once idk about the others
KARKAT: WE'RE NOT "SIBLINGS", DAVE. WE'RE DANCESTORS. WORDS HAVE MEANINGS, YOU KNOW.
DAVE: whatever youre each others mutual grandpas or something thats basically the same thing
DAVE: i mean i consider dirk and roxy my siblings even though theyre technically my parents
KARKAT: THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AND SWAP-A-ROO WITH THEM. STOP HASSLING ME ABOUT KANKRI.
DAVE: no
DAVE: put on the red sweater
KARKAT: YOU KNOW KANKRI HAS TO AGREE TO THIS TOO? HE'S TOO UPTIGHT FOR STUFF LIKE THIS.
DAVE: hes already on board
[ At this very moment, Kankri loudly swings open the door and walks in. ]
KANKRI: I c9uldn't help 6ut n9tice y9u tw9 were engaging in c9nversati9n c9ncerning me. What seems t9 6e the pr96lem?
KARKAT: OH FOR GOG'S SAKE. IS THAT ONE OF MY SWEATERS?
KANKRI: Indeed it is. If y9u'll n9tice, I am als9 wearing s9me 9f y9ur pants, alth9ugh I find the waist6and severely lacking, s9 I w9uld really rather wear my 9wn.
KARKAT: SEVERELY... WAIT, BECAUSE IT'S NOT HIKED UP TO YOUR FUCKING CHEST? GOOD LUCK TRYING TO STRETCH THEM THAT FAR.
KANKRI: I didn't say I was trying t9 d9 that, 6ut thank y9u anyway f9r the well wishes.
KARKAT: UGH. ANYWAY, WHO BRIBED YOU TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS?
KANKRI: I was n9t "6ri6ed". My values 9f integrity and h9nesty w9uld never 6e shattered 6y s9me9ne else's 9ffers 9f fav9rs 9r material 96jects.
DAVE: i bribed him to say that
DAVE: but only to say that
DAVE: he put on the karkat cosplay for free
KARKAT: UGH.
KANKRI: I am n9t 9ne t9 pass up p9tential 69nding activities, especially 9nes inv9lving my dancest9r slash ect96i9l9gy twin slash 6r9ther.
KARKAT: OH NO. NOW YOU'RE SAYING THAT TOO?
KANKRI: Saying what?
KARKAT: THAT WE'RE SIBLINGS.
KANKRI: Genetically speaking, the humans are right, y9u kn9w. We share m9re DNA than human fraternal twins d9. That w9uld in fact make us si6lings 6y any stretch 9f the w9rd.
KARKAT: THAT'S NOT HOW GENETICS WORKS, OR FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS.
KARKAT: WHATEVER. FINE. I'LL PUT ON THE OUTFIT, BUT ONLY TO BE ABLE TO SAY THAT I DID. AND DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TAKE ANY PICTURES.
[ There is a SUSPICIOUS CAMERA-SHAPED LUMP in Dave's pocket. ]
KARKAT: I'LL SEE YOU IN A MINUTE, LOOKING APPROXIMATELY 500% MORE IDIOTIC THAN I USUALLY AM.
KANKRI: That's incredi6ly 9ffensive, 6ut I'll let y9u 9ff this time.
KANKRI: Next time... Well, I am graci9us and t9lerant en9ugh t9 trust that there w9n't 6e a next time.
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[ Karkat emerges from the ablution block. ]
KARKAT: FUCK MY LIFE. JUST SHOVEL OUT MY GUTS WITH AN ICE CREAM SCOOP. THAT WOULD BE PREFERABLE TO THE STINKING HOOFBEASTSHIT YOU TWO HAVE ROPED ME INTO PARTICIPATING IN.
KANKRI: S9, h9w d9 we l99k?
DAVE: pretty good
DAVE: but theres something missing
[ Dave hands Kankri a bottle of TROLL HAIR GEL, and hands Karkat a COMB. ]
DAVE: you gotta do your hair like each other or its not convincing
DAVE: i still have the headband from my rose cosplay somewhere
KARKAT: YOU COULDN'T JUST USE ONE OF HERS?
DAVE: it was for the bit
DAVE: you gotta commit to the bit
DAVE: rose has her own pair of dave shades so
DAVE: also she has a really big head her own headband kept falling off
KANKRI: I have slightly l9nger hair than Karkat, will that interfere with things?
DAVE: not really youll just look like he forgot haircut day
[ Kankri begins GELLING UP his hair, while Karkat does nothing. ]
DAVE: dude come on
DAVE: youll ruin the ph- i mean the bit
KARKAT: I'M NOT FUCKING DOING THIS.
DAVE: come on i know you want to
DAVE: you could have just refused but you didnt you put on the red sweater and the asshole leggings and the little whistle necklace
DAVE: this is the hole you dug yourself
DAVE: now lie in it
KARKAT: I FUCKING HATE ALL OF YOU.
KARKAT: FINE, I GUESS. POINT AND LAUGH. YOU CAN EVEN TAKE YOUR PICTURES FOR ALL I CARE.
KANKRI: Karkat, are y9u 9kay? Y9u seem like y9u might 6e triggered. I just want y9u to kn9w that this is a safe space and y9u can 6ack 9ut whenever y9u need t9.
DAVE: nah man its ok this is just how we banter hell be fine in like 2 minutes
KARKAT: FUCK OFF! BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING "SAFE SPACE", I'M FINE. JUST TAKE YOUR PICTURE AND GET ON WITH IT.
DAVE: okay
DAVE: you almost done
KARKAT: YEAH. LET ME JUST GET THIS LAST STRAND.
KARKAT: IF IT'LL EVER FUCKING STICK DOWN.
KANKRI: W9uld y9u like t9 use s9me 9f this gel? I didn't end up needing nearly as much as I th9ught.
KARKAT: NO, I CAN GET IT.
DAVE: if you say so
KARKAT: I'M READY NOW.
DAVE: ok one final touch
KARKAT: WHAT.
DAVE: karks can you relax your face
KARKAT: I'M ALREADY RELAXED.
DAVE: no i mean make it look like kankris
DAVE: and kankri you do the opposite
DAVE: you gotta really sell it i wanna show this to everyone and see if they can tell the difference
KARKAT: I THINK YOU'RE OVERESTIMATING THE LEVEL OF ACTUAL RESEMBLANCE WE HAVE TO ONE ANOTHER.
KANKRI: Well, actually... At the 6eginning 9f my Sgru6 sessi9n, when I was six sweeps 9ld, I had a s9mewhat m9re aggressive demean9r and had quite p99r p9sture.
KANKRI: What I'm saying is that the way 9ne carries 9neself can d9 a l9t f9r h9w they are perceived.
KARKAT: WHAT.
KARKAT: OKAY. WHATEVER.
KARKAT: EVERYONE STOP TALKING. DAVE, JUST TAKE THE FUCKING PHOTO.
DAVE: on it boss
[ Dave takes the photo. ]
DAVE: im gonna send this to rose immediately shell lose her shit
KANKRI: Thank y9u f9r the si6ling 69nding 9ppr9rtunity y9u've pr9vided, Dave.
KARKAT: FOR THE LAST TIME, WE'RE NOT SIBLINGS. THAT'S NOT HOW TROLLS WORK.
DAVE: no problem boblem
KANKRI: ...
KANKRI: 9kay, can I have my cl9thes 6ack n9w?
KARKAT: THANK GOG, YES, I WAS GETTING TIRED OF HOLDING THAT EXPRESSION.
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[ BONUS SECTION ]
-- turntechGodhead [TG] sent tentacleTherapist [TT] image file vantasswap.jpg --
TG: the file name spoiled it damn
TT: I will pretend to be surprised.
TG: do you think anyone would fall for this
TG: they look fucking identical
TT: I could see it happening, particularly with the more, shall I say, oblivious members of our ragtag multiversal group.
TT: It's certainly more convincing than our own outfit swap escapades.
TG: you say that like it happened more than once
TT: It can if you want it to. It was quite funny. Don't you still have that headband?
TG: how do you remember that
TT: I know everything, my dear brother.
TT: Also, we've both been to one another's rooms several times. It isn't like we've stopped spending time with one another. I still happen to have my copy of your sunglasses, so you needn't be ashamed.
TG: im not ashamed
TT: If you say so.
TG: i was just surprised that you- HEY
TG: fine if you're trying to convince me to do another swap then sure. gimme whatever outfit you want me to wear and ill find one for you
TT: It's on. Meet me in the hallway in an hour. Bring the Vantases, they should derive some enjoyment from this as well.
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rxspbrrry · 2 years
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Hello! I wanted to drop by and say that I adore your writing and characterisation! It's always so on point-- how you manage to do that is beyond me; but keep up good work regardless!☆
But since I'm already,, here, I was wondering if you could a 'their type' type thingie for Clotted Cream, Madeleine and any other cookie of your choice [or just Clotted Cream and Madeleine if you'd rather do just these two!]. Basically what I was trying to ask is what do you think their romantic 'type' would be^'
It's totally fine if you'd rather not do that request! Hope you have a good day regardless!
omg yes so true anon
notes ; clotted cream cookie, madeleine cookie x gn reader, headcanons
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long story short, clotted cream would want someone who could whoop his ass.
honestly, having everyone at his beck and call in the creme republic (though the feeling of power is satisfying) can become quite annoying with no one to challenge.
yeah, sure, everyone loves him, everyone obeys him, everyone does what he asks them to do. how boring. isn’t there someone around here who secretly hates him and wants him dead? someone who will barge into his office with a “I HATE CLOTTED CREAM!!!” sign and challenge him to a rap battle? or a bakeoff? or a passionate and completely useless dragonboating competition?
but kids, remember, be careful what you wish for.
clotted cream is initially elated when he gets his first hater: you. a sarcastic, passive-aggressive descendant of a noble house. you aren’t the heir since you’re one of the younger children in your family, so you have “i can go batshit crazy and people won’t care” privileges. doesn’t make you any less competent than your siblings, though, it just means you can be slightly meaner and receive no backlash for it.
so your first meeting with clotted cream starts off with you making a subtle jab at how his outfit makes him appear arrogant and narcissistic. and clotted cream, being the weird ass douche he is, loves the insult!!!!! oh my god someone finally hates him!!!!
he’s super intrigued and pokes at you further, getting more and more amused to hear more passive insults directed at him with a smug smile on your face.
however, as the days go by, the number of subtle jabs he gets from you also increases, and it starts to get on his nerves. it doesn’t help that oyster cookie and many of the elders also chuckle at the comments you make towards him. instead of hoping to hear another insult come out from your mouth, his eye constantly twitches and he keeps changing the topic to avoid more jabs (and fails).
what has he done to you to make you hate him this much!!!!!!!!!!!!! stop ruining his perfect reputation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so in hopes of hearing no insults from you, he sends you on a month-long expedition to get rid of you temporarily. you blow him a kiss and tell him to not miss you too much while you’re gone, and he says he’ll never miss you as a reply. famous last words.
the first week without a jab at him makes him feel more relaxed. now he won’t have to worry about you jumping around the corner to make fun of him respectfully!!!
the second week starts to get a little bit boring. okayyyy, work is the same as normal, everyone listens to him, the elders agree with everything he says, financier cookie protects him and stuff, and… no jab from you today.
the third week without you makes him lose his mind. surely, though he wished for someone to go against him in the first place, he shouldn’t be missing your insults this much. imagine what his ancestors would think, seeing him become all masochistic.
the fourth week becomes torture and clotted cream realises how much he misses you and your playfulness. how cheeky yet intelligent you are when you pass by him in the halls, discreetly insulting his neatly combed hair. how ruthless yet polite you are when you “innocently” comment about how he could never do a better job at swordsmanship than you. how mean yet beautiful you are when you smile and light up his world as you think quickly on your feet to rebut him with yet another insult.
goodness gracious, someone help a man in love.
maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as he thinks. maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thinks. maybe you aren’t that ugly when you laugh and pretend to compliment his outfit that actually insults him. maybe you aren’t that annoying when you protect him and fight by his side, in combat and in politics, talking both good and bad about his skills.
maybe he just really misses you a whole lot, and after a month when you step off the airship and look at him with a knowing smile on your face, maybe you are aware of his feelings for you too.
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similar to modern academic r2l stories, basically both of you are the top scorers in the knight school in the creme republic. both of you score crazy well in both written and practical knight tests so you both are expected to be the best paladins protecting important people after you graduate. the only difference between the two of you is that madeleine hails from a reputable family while yours is more on the disadvantaged side, and you actually worked hard to get in, unlike madeleine who used connections to enter.
so in summary, madeleine likes someone who (would also kick his ass) and works hard to get what they achieved. it’s something i think he would hardly relate to.
madeleine is a bastard. he’s smug, he’s self centered, he’s rich and powerful. his knight skills are subpar compared to yours, and the only reason he’s in the school is because the head knight is friends with his father. unlike you, who came from a not so well-off family and worked your ass off to train to get into the knight academy.
so when everyone saw both of you being tied in first place in the whole cohort during your second last year of knight school, everyone knew shit was about to go down. the rich boy with connections and the other one who genuinely works hard. who will be valedictorian?
you weren’t infuriated when you knew that your biggest competitor was a stuck up rich kid. okay, perhaps his only redeem quality (that isn’t even redeeming) is that he has money and looks, but as long as you work hard to prove your worth, like you always do, the title of valedictorian will be yours.
what infuriated you, however, was that this stuck up rich kid you were tied with did not even care about your existence; hell, he didn’t even know about you! he looked at the name of the promising knight tied with him, simply scoffed, and went on his day. and lucky you, you caught all of this.
even if you’re going to rely on connections and money and power to get good grades, you thought, dumbfounded, at least acknowledge your opponent and their hard work, shithead.
due to fanfic logic, for the first pair assignment in your last year of knight school, the coach pairs you with your one and only rival. how fun.
yes, very fun indeed— he only realises you’re his academic rival when you effortlessly parry his blow.
the pair assignment (which is a short, harmless duel) turns into an actual fight that gets overly emotional. mostly from your end. you scream and cry to a confused madeleine as blade hits blade and blade hits armour.
“listen up, you spoiled brat!” you cry out, “unlike you, i actually worked my ass off to be here! so if you’re gonna be my academic rival, at least put in effort to do well and stop relying on your daddy to keep your place secure! witches, you are so infuriating!”
madeleine the entire time: ?????????????????
your rant didn’t go to waste though, hooray!!!! it actually made madeleine think twice about his position and if he actually deserved or not. so you managed to motivate madeleine to actually start strengthening his skills.
but do you think he’ll leave you alone after you become his motivation source? lmfao
yeah, get ready for an annoying pest that bothers you on a daily basis. he’ll come up to you in the hallways with that stupid annoying smile and chat with you, genuinely asking about your knight studies (but you always take it as though he’s looking down on you, lol)
i hate the 4096 character limit tumblr let me write ew (interlude)
what you don’t know, behind that smug himbo exterior, is someone whose life you changed. besides motivating him to open his eyes and look at the people around him, and motivating him to actually put in effort, he has started to really admire the way you work so hard to get the results you want to. he feels happy for you when you work hard, and happier when he sees that it pays off. so the rivalry only continues on your side, while on his side…
alas, the time has come to graduate, and the valedictorian will now be announced to the graduating batch. when the valedictorian was revealed to be the one and only madeleine, you laugh bitterly and clap halfheartedly. you suppose it was to be expected.
when madeleine goes up on stage to receive his certificate, he looks at your disappointed face and thinks about how much he misses your smile whenever you achieve your desired results after a lot of hard work. oh, how badly he wants to see that smile again.
he will bring that smile back to your face, even if it means disappointing house madeleine forever by giving the valedictorian title to you and saying how you deserved it more.
yes, seeing your astonished but grateful smile as you walk up on stage to receive the certificate from him is definitely worth getting a tongue lashing from his family.
im so sorry the ending is shit i didn’t know how to end this if there’s a spelling error it’s because i can’t type rn i keep pressing the wrong keys o(-(
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I think one of my favorite aspects of the Dadification of characters is the fact that they could be the coolest people in the galaxy and their kids would still think they're embarrassing lame-os. And the kids would be right. I love the "ugh, Daaaaaad" moments and you write them really well
Hey! :)
This. I really love this.
I’ve made the joke before that Wheeljack, in TFP, tends to follow the “Rule of Cool”—he can do just about anything as long as it’s badass enough for us to overlook it, so he does. At the same time, he is a dork with a massive losing streak.
Arguably, we should spend our days making fun of this ‘bot—but he’s been built up so much and then he goes through character development, so we typically don’t. We leave him alone.
But alas, I dropped him into another universe and dropped a gaggle of kids into his lap!
Kids are merciless!
Like, they acknowledge that “hey, Wheeljack is pretty fucking cool sometimes”. It’s hard not to, this guy does some pretty wild stuff.
But then, they get to actually hang out with him—something we don’t really get to see him do in the show. And therein lies the problem. 😂
They get to see Wheeljack around a lot outside of a fight. They see him in his off-time.
They perceive the Dork.
And we have lots of fun there-
*sigh* “He’s been missing for two hours. Assuming no foul play, he’s either at his desk, in the garage, on the roof, or on the dinosaur island. Let’s divide and conquer, people.”
*something startles him* H O N K
Mortification that turns to resignation as Wheeljack just says whatever the fuck he wants to the Elite Guard.
“STOP GETTING INJURED!”
Giving the gifts of weapons on birthdays and holidays, and getting a stuffed dinosaur that he will protect with his life. 🦖
This ‘bot can give a little speech when it matters, but he’s also shit at talking. The kids know this, and they love him.
“OH, HEY—IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE NOT CARED TO MENTION ABOUT YOUR UNIQUE BIOLOGY?!”
Sari gradually realizing that Wheeljack’s winglets have a mind of their own and teasing him for “bouncing wing-thingies”.
“Blasters and fuel-pumps don’t mix.”
Dinosaur nerd. Put a dinosaur movie or documentary on the TV, and he lights up like a child on Christmas every time. 🦕
*B O O M* Grenade or lab accident. Take your pick. Something is exploded. 💥
Need to pay child support? First instinct: reverse colors and join an illegal racing ring. Second instinct: work for Uber. Tell no one.
Tennis-ball cannons. 🎾
So proud of his kids. He will actually fight anyone who insults any of them, while they—again—are beyond mortified, though they’re never actually gonna tell him not to do it.
Get this ‘bot a space-ship. He’s so excited!
Sword-spins.
Has fought an actual war and endured Hell, but will complain nonstop about the cold.
Help this poor introvert.
After blasting himself into an alternate reality with a space-bridge, he argues with that reality’s top space-bridge technician about how space-bridges are supposed to work.
Can’t swim.
An emotional moment… *skips rocks*
O V E R T H I N K I N G
Panics when thinking he will be left with Custody of Child and starts seeking out backup guardians in case he dies.
Will sing to help his daughter sleep.
Silly cowboy ninja man. 🤠⚔️
This is just what I can think of off the top of my head. This is off the top of my head.
I wish we had gotten more moments like this in TFP, where Wheeljack didn’t have to be cool and he was just allowed to be a big dork in a domestic space. The best I can think of is when he came back from the ruins of Autobot Outpost Omega One with Ultra Magnus and immediately threw a massive metal ball at Bulkhead’s face.
There were no thoughts.
His processor was empty.
He actually gets a lot of his dorky moments while he’s in crisis-mode. It’s weird, but think about it.
Think about “Chain of Command”. 😂
“YEE-HAW!”
*jumps off of a cliff*
“Why not?”
*zones out right in front of Ultra Magnus*
“Oh, scrap.”
I think we should’ve gotten more of this.
So, when I write him, Wheeljack does get to be Cool—but there’s plenty of Dork sprinkled in.
No one should have to be cool all the time.
And with kids, he’s not allowed to be. 😂
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zorosq · 1 year
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addiction ; trafalgar d. water law
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↻ fluff, cussing, based on gilmore girls, overused of caffeine, grammatical error
↻ pairing ↬ law x singlemother!reader!
@portgaes asked: it's just about a single mother and her daughter (and their love lifes) that has a grumpy guy who owns a diner as her father figure. but the grumpy guy x single mother comes until season 5ish? it's slowburn friends to lovers theyre the blueprint 😭
a/n i definitely did not forget abt this... this sucks btw
“mom, wake up! i’m late!” the loud demand that came from your daughter jolted you awake from your sleep. “uhh... wha?” your head almost crash back onto the bed when a pillow came in contact to your face, sending you crashing back onto the bed. but fully awake this time. “i’m up! i’m up!”
“wear this and let’s go!” she throws you a pair of clothes, rushing out of your bedroom and down the stairs. you get out of the bed clumsily, wishing you could just have another five minutes of sleep.
but despite what you want to do, you still have to send your daughter to school and go to work.
after sending your daughter to school, you stopped by law’s diner for your daily coffee. nothing could go wrong when you start the day with a good caffeine that was made by law. 
“good morning, doc,” you wink at him. he just sent a nod towards you while preparing for your coffee. when he put the cup in front of you, the male let out a sigh that you were all too familiar with by now. “stop drinking too much coffee. it’s not good for you,”
there it is, he said it. “but, law! you know i can’t start the day without caffeine!” you slumped your head on the marble island. “then start missing it when you finally die,” he groaned. 
“nah, i’ll be missing you instead,” the moment those words left your mouth, the two of you stared at each other silently. when the bell rang, indicating another customer that had come in, he was the first to break the eye contact.
“anyway, aren’t you late from work?” he asked, turning his figure away from you. his words snapped you back to reality. “work! right, i’m late for work!” you got up from your seat and left a couple bills on top of the cashier’s counter and ran out of the diner.
but not before saying good bye. “i’ll be back again this evening!” unknown to you, his face were as red as the legendary shanks’ hair. and his racing heartbeats.
.
“zoro... what should i do??? i think i just ruined everything by saying stuff like “nah, i’ll miss you instead”,” you repeat the line in a mocking tone. zoro who has been and will always be sitting at the reception, let out a very annoyed sigh.
“listen, y/n. i don’t care about you sob love story. better bring it that pervert cook instead,” he rubbed his temple. although his creased eyebrows never ceasing. but he was right though. 
sanji was a much more expert in this field.
“so chef, did you somehow create a new recipe out of the thin air?” you asked jokingly at the blond cook. “i actually did, miss y/n,” he said, taking your hand in his before leading you to a delicious looking dessert.
“huh, didn’t think that you would actually have a new recipe,” you said before taking a bite out of the cake... pudding. or pudding cake? whatever, it was delicious. “anyways, i do need your help a little,”
“whatever help that may be? i’ll try my best to fulfil it,” 
“okay, so...” you re-lived the incident earlier to sanji who’s listening to you intently. when you finally stopped talking, he heaved out a sigh. “i don’t get why you would like him of all people,” he looked at you with an almost pity eyes.
“you didn’t ruin your relationship with him at all. instead, you might’ve made it awkward. but that wasn’t because he disliked what you said, he’s probably caught off guard,” sanji said. 
you looked at him in awe before giving him a tight hug. “thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re a life saver you know that?” you let go of him when you heard a familiar voice.
“oh! hi, pudding! sending us the fruits that sanji asked for?” 
“mhm. i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything,” she said with an apologetic smile. “not at all! i’m about to leave now! you two do your thing,” you winked at them and leave sanji’s kitchen.
.
“mom, calm down! he won’t like you any less. trust me, he’s also deeply in love with you just like how you’re deeply in love with him,” rory teased accompanying a sigh.
the two of you walked inside of law’s diner, where the place seems to be less crowded than it was this morning. “hey!” you squeaked out an awkward greeting. his head lift up to see the two of you and returned the greeting in a calm manner.
you just nod at him awkwardly before taking a sit at the table that was nearest to the exit. in case you need to escape. law walked towards your table with a note book in hand, probably to take your orders.
“what will you two be having for dinner?” he asked, looking between you and rory. “i’ll just have the usual,” you said. “and i’ll have the same as hers!” she exclaimed. 
“coming right up,” and he walks away. you continue to stare at him, oblivious to your daughter’s glare. “he’s so dreamy...” you sighed, resting your head in your palm. “ugh, mom. stop that. i get it. you’re in love,” rory said with an eyeroll.
you slapped the back of her head. “ow! what was that for?!”
“that was for―“ before you could even finish your sentence, law had arrived at your table with his hands full of your dinner for the night. “enjoy,” he muttered before going back behind the counter with an annoyed huff.
“do you think he’s annoyed because of us?” rory asked, her eyes stayed glued on law. “i- why would he even be annoyed by us?” you asked her, throwing your hands up in the air.
“because we’re the loudest ones in here?” right. she had a point. “let’s just finish this and go home,” you sighed.
.
dinner went... well, as good as it goes. you paid for everything and went out of law’s diner. your car was parked right across the street, not too far from where you were currently standing.
when you got inside the car, you realized that law suddenly ran down across the street, hand waving at you as if he was indicating for you to wait.
you rolled down the window and wait for him to catch his breath. “law? what’s up?” you asked, heart beating faster. “i... can you get out of the car for a second?” you looked over at rory before climbing out of your car, making sure the window was rolled back up before you do.
“i... would you―” he cleared his throat before staring into your eyes again. “are you free this weekend?”
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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 16
"You waist time hiding and planning for when its best to still some cheese. In reality you should take this time to plan revenge against those who slander your name. Let the people of this city no why you are a true threat to their daily lives." Steven's harsh words echoed within Two Brains tormented mind. 'This is doesn't make any sense.' Two Brains thought with confusion. Arguments between his good and evil side were never this violent. Even then, it was always his evil side pushing down his good one in the end. Now this time the tables were turned. Two Brains could feel his good self oppressing him. He wish he could mentally fight back without this stupid headache in the way!. Out of the corner of his eyes, Two Brains could see the mouse brain glowing out of control, but he still couldn't feel the mouse's presence. How was Steven keeping his and Squeaky's minds separate? "Why do you even care about my status and choices I should make as a villain? I thought you hated when I did bad stuff and ruined our old good name?" Steven's glare caused Two Brains to feel a shiver throughout his body. "What I hate is how your making yourself weak and vulnerable to your enemies. It's pathetic!" Steven spat. "Would you just shut up now and crawl back to whatever part of our mind you were cowering in before." Two Brains growled. He had enough of Steven's words. "Hmph. You just want me to go away and stop having to face the reality of what a pathetic person you have become." Steven scoffed, but then, a dark and very familiar malicious grin formed on his face. "If I were in charge, then this inconvenience with the broadcast would go away just like that." Steven stated in a sly tone, snapping his fingers for emphasis. That did it for Two Brains. Ignoring the emotional and physical pain he was feeling, the mad scientist straightened himself up and glares in outrage at his counterpart. "Okay first, you have no right to question what I choose to do or not do as a villain. Second, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE CONTROL OF THIS BODY EVER AGAIN! I'M IN CHARGE NOW BUB!" Two Brains yelled out. Although taken a bit back from the volume of that yell, Steven seemed to be unfazed by Two Brains' outbursts. "We'll see about that Two Brains." Steven said with a smirk. Two Brains snorted in pure rage. "OKAY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL OF A SUDDEN. JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE..." "Dad, is everything okay?" Dr. Two Brains enraged expression morphed into a one of shock as he quickly spun around to the source of the voice that startled him. "Hey kiddo. How's your day been?" Two Brains asked, trying to calm down and recover from his emotional torment from earlier. His daughter Becky had returned along with Bob and apparently in the middle of his heated battle with his other half. Becky looked at her dad with intense worry and concern. "You sounded like you were yelling at someone just now." Becky strongly implied, showing she didn't by her dad's attempt at acting like nothing traumatic just happened. "Oh that well" Two Brains hesitated, trying to come up with a passable lie for his emotional outburst towards his "good" side who he just noticed out of the corner of his eye, vanished from the mirror. 'At least he remembered to not let Becky get involved in are arguments.' Two Brains thought with sarcasm. An idea soon popped into his head. "Oh yeah. A rat snuck into the lair trying to steal some of my cheese. I was trying to chase it off and the rat gave me some attitude. That's what the yelling was about. Everything's fine now sweetheart." Two Brains lied, placing his hands on his hips with fake enthusiasm and pride at his "explanation". Both Becky and Bob looked dubiously concerned at Two Brains for a bit, but they seemed to buy the excuse for now as Becky began to switch topics. "Well Bob and I looked into you being framed for the destruction of the storage unit and we discovered some things." Becky stated concisely, though there was a slight hint of apprehension in her voice. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist
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ifidiedinadream · 2 years
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I know you have a lot of requests, but if you ever find the time or feel in the mood, could you maybe write some hurt/comfort for a reader insert and one of the BC guys (your choice I love them all).
The reader is dealing with a lot of pressure from outside, finding a new job, parents blaming them and other stuff and they get a little overwhelmed, so their parent just pulls them into a hug and lets them lay on their chest til they calmed down.
Doesn't have to be long, I just need some comfort rn 👉👈😔
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decided to combine these two requests since they're similar, hope it's okay <3 i love writing hurt/comfort, it's one of my favorites!
You're sad, frustrated, exhausted.
It's been another of those days. And it would be normal and bearable if only it hadn't been the umpteenth day like this in a row.
You're starting to think you can't do this anymore. Nothing ever goes right - work, family, studies, and you just wish you could quit everything. Why bother, after all? You're failing. You're a failure. You might as well stop trying. It's only prolonging your frustration, and it's definitely taking a toll on you.
You close the front door behind you, barely manage to take your jacket off and hang it on the coat rack before tears start running down your cheeks. You don't want them to but they don't care, and now that they started, they're impossible to stop. You take your face in your hands and let out a loud sob, finally allowing yourself to break down.
You needed this. As you let yourself sink to the floor, you feel some of the pent up stress and anxiety being released, but it's not enough. It's like this stress and anxiety are an endless pit, and no amount of crying will ever grant you deliverance from them.
It's still better than bottling them up, pretending everything is fine. That was killing you, you know that now.
Another unrestrained sob and Joel appears from the living room, standing in the doorway and watching you from across the hallway. You perceive his presence more than see it, since you're holding your gaze low and the tears obscure your vision.
"Hey," he says softly. He's getting closer, his steps unsure. You don't look at him when he sits down beside you, don't really feel like having him see how the crying ruined your face. You close your eyes instead. It feels good having him by your side, but you can't help thinking you're burdening him. He already has his own things to think about… and here you are being a pathetic mess on the floor. Instead of helping him out. Instead of being a good partner.
"It's nothing," you say, sniffling. "Sorry."
But Joel doesn't leave. He reaches out his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and you shudder at the sudden touch. You feel yourself relax, the tears recede.
"You don't have to do this," you say, voice feeble. You don't want to feel guilty for being a liability on top of being stressed out of your mind. Joel surely has more important stuff to tend to, doesn't he?
"But I want to," he says quietly. "Come here."
He opens his arms, looking at you with big, serious eyes. Words have never been his forte, not in situations like this, but it's amazing how he can make you feel just by holding so much tenderness in his gaze. You can tell he cares, for him it's serious, and you just feel so seen and so loved.
You let him take you into his arms and relax against him, his warmth instantly soothing. His chest heaving against your back guides your breathing until it's slower and deeper, matching his own. His thumb comes to wipe a tear away from under your eye; then, he wraps his arms around your middle and holds you close. You start tracing the tattoos on his arms with your fingertips, loving to see the hairs stand on end in their wake.
Soon you don't feel like crying anymore.
Neither of you says anything for a while - it doesn't feel necessary. Joel gives you little kisses on your head occasionally and they make you smile and, honestly, there's nothing else you need.
You turn around in his embrace so you can face him, and you're met with the same gentle yet concerned eyes as before.
"Better?" he asks.
You nod and dive into him again, burying your face in his chest. He lets out a soft snort and brings a hand to your hair to stroke it.
"Thank you."
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