#I can't express how much i hate when i overreact

[partycatty]

Can you do headcannons for love at first sight with Bihan and Smoke?

i sure can! i used to hate them but they grew on me LOL

bi-han & smoke > love at first sight

bi-han and smoke fall for you the moment they lay their eyes on you!

pt 1? to love at first sight hcs

masterlist

bi-han >

• he didn't think much of the new recruits, they were neither lin kuei blood, nor skilled fighters like himself. that was, until his eyes scanned over to you.

• he'd do everything in his power to not make it obvious. but when he first locks eyes with you, he feels a pang of warmth in his chest, one that nearly gets him to believe he's having a heart attack.

• your features were carved by the gods (thanks, liu kang!) and bi-han felt a strong desire to keep you all to himself. nobody else could appreciate you like he does, he's sure of it. it makes him angry how much he wants to forever admire you as his.

• there's no way a pathetic earthrealmer such as yourself gave him that reaction, no way no how. he's in denialllllll!! it makes him especially snappy.

• "don't look at me like that," he'll call out to you in a harsh tone. it makes you jump. were you looking at him in a certain way?

• "like what?" you ask, genuinely confused. truthfully, your eyes just so happened to fall onto him. there wasn't a single readable expression a sane person could pick out from your face. he was quite literally overreacting.

• "just... don't look at me," bi-han grumbles, turning away. he pulls his mask up against his face tighter, but his pink blush was embarrassingly evident.

• he's less coordinated, less calculated. and even still, his aggression doubles. he's mad that you make him nervous. a grandmaster like him shouldn't be nervous when he has an army to run.

• you plague his mind all hours of the day. he just can't afford to be distracted. not when he's in search of something greater. or maybe, that greater thing could be you, if he let his inhibition go.

tomas >

• he faces a similar dilemma to bi-han, except he's far worse at subsiding his emotion. standing behind his brother as he meets the new recruits, tomas literally cannot tear his eyes from your beauty.

• smoke seeps from his pores as he strains himself to fight back a blush, which ends up failing miserably. and now his brothers are coughing. and you're horribly amused by his nerves.

• tomas cannot help himself but give you constant heart eyes when you're around. bi-han has to coldly repeat himself countless times until tomas can capture the entire sentence in his brain if you're around.

•endless compliments, ones he tries to make sound innocent but he couldn't be casual if his life was on the line. he's fidgeting with his weapon and constantly leaning toward you without even realizing.

• "your skills are excellent, reader!" he'll charm you innocently after witnessing a sparring match with the monks. "your combat is unlike anything i've ever seen! you'll go far."

• you decrease his performance in the clan. he can't land his blows in a coordinated fashion for some time, because his stomach feels fluttery and his head feels dizzy every time he recalls how gorgeous you looked earlier in the day. many, many scoldings from his grandmaster follow.

• you leave him blushy and sweaty when you so much as exchange a quick glance - he looooves attention, so if you even think of complimenting him back? LORD.

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen kissing you during a argument!🥹

Enhypen Kissing you during an Argument

A/N : This is literally so sjsdksd 🤭🤭 Anywaysss, I hope you enjoy and I don't disappoint this anon :))

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Arguments, some swearing, crack, kisses.

Word Count : 2,130 Words (About 300 words each)

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung «

"I already told you Heeseung! You can't get mad at me, your girlfriend, for interrupting your stupid game!" you yelled, anger laced in your tone. He's been too obsessed with that game he's playing that you can't even talk to him or he'll scold you for 'distracting' him.

"It's not stupid and hey- It doesn't really matter okay?" he tries to defend his game but you won't stop until you've proved your point.

"No, it is in fact stupid, it even makes you stupid!" you let out, scoffing.

He sighs out and rolls his eyes "Look, why are we fighting over this damn game anyway? I won't scold you next time" he promises.

"I know for a damn fact you will Hees-" he cuts you off, gently placing his palms on your cheeks as he pulls you in for an apologetic kiss. He hates how this game is getting between you, and he knows he's to blame on the most part.

He pulls away, looking at your dumbfounded face before explaining "Look, I'm sorry, maybe I do get mad at you when you interrupt me, but from now on it won't happen anymore okay?" he declares.

You sigh and offer him a sheepish smile, not fully sold on his statement. "Yeah, we'll see how that goes" you say rolling your eyes.

"Pinky pwomiseee" he says in a sweet tone, holding out his larger pinky. You intertwine pinkies with him, staring him dead in the eye. "Scold me one more time and I'll erase you game" you threatened, watching as he physically gulps.

» Park Jay «

Jay was spending too much time in the dorms lately, and it was making you worried. The amount of time he was spending in there made you think he was cheating on you or something.

"Y/n, I promise you, I just had to take care of the members" he assures, trying to calm your worried state.

"Jay, you weren't even coming home these past days!" you point out, your voice coming out higher than intended. You were just worried. He places his palms on the counter to hold himself up as he sighs, watching you from behind the counter. "What do you want me to tell you Y/n?" he asks, not really knowing how to get out of this situation.

You look back at him, eyebrows still furrowed as you shrug, not knowing what you want from him yourself. You lift your eyes from the floor when you notice him making his way over to you, his eyes on yours.

When he's close enough, he leans down, pressing his lips onto yours. You realised that he didn't need to say anything, telling you everything through the kiss. His hands find your waist, lightly squeezing.

When he pulls away he offers you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for spending too much time in the dorms. Thankyou for looking after me, but the boys really needed me this week" he explains, caressing your cheek.

Your expression softens as you slowly smile up at him, kissing his thumb, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry for yelling, Jay"

» Sim Jake «

"What the fuck was that about Jake?" you spat at him once you came back home. He looks at you with his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"What?" he asks, trying to think of what he did wrong.

"You literally didn't acknowledge me the whole time we were with your friends, you literally invited me to come along and then not even look at me the whole night!" your voice starts to get higher as you let out your frustration, referring to how he kept laughing with his friends and literally ignored you.

You felt like you were overreacting, or like you were needy for attention and with the way he remained silent, you thought he was judging you. As tears started brimming your eyes, he sat down next to you on the couch, sighing before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice baby, I was just too focused on what they were saying" he explains, knowing he messed up.

"What do you mean you were too focused on them?" you ask, trying to get away from his affection. Before you can yell at him more, he turns to his side, looking at you before capturing your lips with his, making you melt in his touch.

"I'm really sorry for being a dick, I swear I'll make it up to you" he promises when he pulls away, moving your hair out of your face and attempting to dry away your tears.

You avoid his gaze and look down at the floor, giving him the silent treatment. He rolls his eyes and chuckles, grabbing a hold of your hands and swinging them. "C'mon Y/n, will you let me show you how sorry I am?" he asks, flicking his eyebrows up and down.

Now you couldn't deny him anymore.

» Park Sunghoon «

"Hoon, you were literally flirting with her!" you let out your frustration the second you arrive home. He sighs for the millionth time.

"Y/n, I already told you, she's just my friend!"

"Yeah, just a friend that you're extra close to" you spit, rolling your eyes "I mean, c'mon, anyone who doesn't know you would've guessed you were dating!" you exaggerate a little, crossing your arms.

"Just because I bought her a drink and laughed along to her jokes doesn't mean she's my girlfriend" He chuckles in disbelief "I was just being kind!" he explains himself, waiting for your reply.

"Whatever, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" you declare, heading to the living room.

"No you're not" he says in a softer tone, gently grasping your hand before you can get out of his reach. "You're sleeping in bed with me because you're my girlfriend. Not her"

You huff as he brings you closer to him, his face inching closer to yours, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. You don't kiss back at first, making him smile at how stubborn you were.

"She was actually kind of annoying me to be honest" he admits, giggling. Seeing his eyes turn into lines and his dimples on display, you couldn't be mad at him anymore.

You get on your tiptoes and kiss him back. "You're a dick Hoonie" you say, this time wriggling out of his reach. "But I'll still sleep in your bed"

» Kim Sunoo «

"You've got to be kidding me" you whisper to yourself as you open your expensive body scrub which you bought just last week. It wasn't even smooth anymore, someone had dug their hands in it. Your boyfriend.

"Kim Sunoo!" you yell, your voice booming out into the corridor, reaching his ears. Shit, he messed up. He hesitantly makes his way over to you, taking cautious steps to the bathroom before peeking his head inside.

"Y/nnn" he begins, not sure what he did wrong.

"Did you use this?" you ask, shoving the little tub in his face. He gulps and admits that yes, he did.

"You used up like the whole thing!" you exaggerate, a frown visible on your face. As you continue to rant, he just tries to tell you that it's fie because he can buy you like a hundred more if you want. "It was so expensive too!" you cry out.

"Y/n," he begins, placing both palms on your cheeks before he leans in for a kiss, shutting you up. "I'll buy you a new one" he assures after pulling away.

You stare at him for a quick second, still not wanting to forgive him for using your product without even asking first and literally emptying it.

"Let's go today" he says, trying to make you smile, which you unwillingly do.

"Fine, let's go before I scrape that body scrub off your face"

» Yang Jungwon «

You wanted to curse Heeseung for starting Jungwon's obsession with legos. It's like everytime you two went to the mall he'd come home with a new lego set and start building it excitedly.

You'd always watch as he gets lost in the piece he's building, eyebrows furrowed in concentration of this complex piece he way building.

You were always very cautious around his legos, until you weren't. You were just walking around the kitchen counter before involuntary knocking over one of his pieces, watching as it shatters on the ground, lego pieces decorating the whole floor.

As soon as he heard the noise, you stop shocked in your tracks as he runs to the kitchen to see what happened. "Y/nnn" he whines out annoyed when he sees his newly built masterpiece on the ground.

"I'm so sorry Won, I didn't mean to" you try to explain, kneeling at the floor to pick up the little plastic pieces. He huffs out and gets on the floor too, helping you out.

"Maybe you should be more careful" he spits, rolling his eyes "Now I have to rebuilt this all from scratch" he huffs.

"Hey, it's not my fault it was right at the edge of the counter!" you try to defend yourself, having had enough of his bullsh already. "I'm sick of your stupid legos and your obsession with them!" you sigh out angrily, standing up and refusing to help.

He grabs your hand just in time, standing up too. "Oh, so I'm gonna have to pick up the mess you made?" he asks in sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter! They're just colourful blocks anyway!" you let out "You can always rebuild it" you try to reason, but he wasn't having it.

"Yeah, but I've already spent hours building it and now I'm gonna have to spend more time rebuilding it!" he explains back, trying to get his point across.

You sigh out at how blinded he was by these bricks but as you tried to walk away again, he wouldn't let you.

"Hey, I'm not gonna let legos make us fight" he says in a much softer tone, finally giving up his legos. "I prefer you way more than the legos anyway"

You finally listen to him, crossing your arms and watching as he comes closer to you. His eyes have softened as he sighs, brining his face to yours and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Your arms loosen up and by the time he pulls away, both of you are smiling. "I'm glad you don't pick the legos over me" you try to keep up the act, but fail a little. "Maybe I can help you rebuild it?" you ask hopefully, watching as his face brightens.

Even if it took another hour rebuilding it, Jungwon didn't mind, he spent more time with you and his beloved legos.

» Nishimura Riki «

You knew Riki was overworking himself in the studio, always trying to be perfect with his moves and never accepting mistakes. You scolded him so many times whenever he came home really late from the studio, but you only wanted what's best for him.

Today was another one of those days when he came back home way after dinner time. He sighed and rolled his eyes the second he stepped into your shared apartment.

There you were, arms crossed in your pj's, with a tired yet annoyed expression on your face. "Where have you been?" you asked already knowing the answer "Oh right, let me guess, at the studio"

He tries to ignore you, "I'm not in the mood to argue" he says under his breath, getting past you to go shower.

"No, but you promised you wouldn't stay in the studio late again!" you try to get your point across, not wanting this to happen again.

"Blah blah okayyy" he whines, completely ignoring your statement and getting his things for the shower.

"Riki!" you try to get his attention. He looks back at you and shouts back jokingly "Y/n!"

"You're literally ignoring me when I'm trying to care for your wellbeing" you reason, glaring at him. "I literally told yo-"

He shuts you up by pressing a quick kiss to your lips, making you melt under his touch as he places his hands on your hips. "I know and I'm sorry, I won't do it again okay? I appreciate you taking care of me but I'm really not in the mood for a scolding" he admits after pulling away.

You sigh and look up at his taller figure, nodding understandingly. "I know, I'm sorry Riki, I was just worried" you look down, feeling his hand beneath your chin. He lifts your chin up "Promise me you won't stay there late again?" you plead.

He smiles "Promise" he even steals a kiss too. "Don't sleep yet, I'll shower quickly" and he does, joining you in bed shortly, kissing you and cuddling you just to make it up to you.

Thankyou for reading! I hope it was good :) Have a good day/night and remember that ily! <333

[ooooo-mcyt]

I don't like to make Pearl out to be completely blameless for all of Double Life.

In many cases, Pearl was pushy, hypocritical, and even selfish and cruel to a degree. Most of the things people said about her weren't made up, they were largely things Pearl did.

I'm not saying she was a "bad person", she wasn't. I've said before that I think Pearl is a very kind and easygoing person who only really wants companionship and never wanted to be "scarlet Pearl", and that's still true.

I'm also not saying she wasn't a victim, she was. I've said before that I think Pearl was unfairly isolated during Double Life and that she suffered immense trauma that she by no means "deserved" for anything she'd done.

But Pearl wasn't a "perfect victim" and I don't..like..to sand down her edges.

Scott was wrong to hurt Pearl on purpose, the axe crits were cruel, but Pearl independently (without knowing scott did the same thing) chose to "torture" Scott too.

Ren overreacted in a deeply damaging way when he labeled Pearl a curse and blamed her for a death she never meant to cause, but Pearl did steal from him in the moments leading up to that death.

Cleo threatening to kill Pearl's dog was wrong, especially when Cleo knows how much Tilly meant to Pearl and how much Pearl's mental state relied on her, but that threat came while Cleo was watching Pearl attack their chosen soulmate with an axe while threatening to kill him.

Why does Pearl need to be a 'perfect victim'? Why does she have to be sad and perfect entirely? If we sand down her harmful behavior in an attempt to validate her trauma are we saying she'd in some way 'deserve' her trauma if she did something 'bad' enough? Are we saying 'real' victims can't inflict harm?

The things Pearl suffered didn't come out of nowhere. There wasn't a conspiracy to hurt her, there wasn't a mob of evil cruel people who hated her for nothing, people weren't making things up to accuse Pearl of, and she didn't spend all of Double Life crying and doing no harm. Pearl hurt people.

And so what if Pearl hurt people? She doesn't deserve our empathy any less for it. She doesn't deserve to heal any less for it. She doesn't deserve her trauma any more for it. Pearl is still a kind easygoing person who deserves companionship and deserves to heal, she's just..not a 'perfect' victim and she doesn't need to be. Pearl does not need to be pure or absolved, she needs to be seen as a person and extended empathy. Those aren't the same thing.

And of course, there's this other argument that the people Pearl did hurt- especially Scott, he's the one I see this said about most often- deserved it. But I resent that concept, the idea that some people just deserve to be hurt. (especially since scott didn't do anything all that much worse than pearl, he just happened to have a slightly worse attitude about it and not express as much outward distress in a way that would make him immediately sympathetic. which should not at all be how we determine who allegedly 'deserves' to be hurt and who doesn't.)

I don't know, as a trauma survivor myself I just have a lot of feelings about the fandom urge to make a black and white dichotomy of perfect victim vs monster who 'deserves' punishment. I feel like it always inevitably ends up with people looking at situations with multiple victims, multiple traumatized and hurt people who have all been hurt, none of whom deserved it, and all of whom have hurt other people as well, and just..sorting them into 'good victim did nothing wrong' and 'bad victim deserved it'. I just don't like it. At all. I really think we need more nuance when talking about trauma and harmful relationships than that.

[baelabong]

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ

(ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

plot: yunjins been cheating. but she didn’t mean it … right?

notes: toxic yunjin, dumbass y/n again, istg guys the only things that gain attention iz my karina and winter fics 💔💔

you sit on the couch, your phone clutched in your hand, staring at the screen, waiting for yunjin's name to pop up. it doesn’t. hours pass, and the ticking of the clock feels like a taunt. where is she? you tell yourself it’s nothing—she’s probably stuck at practice or maybe went out with the girls, but that nagging feeling in your chest grows heavier. it’s been too long.

finally, you hear the door creak open. she stumbles in, not her usual put-together self. she looks messy, worn-out. the smell of alcohol hits you before she even speaks. when she does, her voice is low, slurred.

"hey, baby," she tries to smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. her gaze is distant, foggy, like she's not really here with you.

"where have you been?" you ask, trying to sound casual, but the hours of waiting twist your voice with anxiety. you hate sounding paranoid, but you can't help it anymore.

"just out with the girls. practice ran late… then drinks," she mumbles, her words stumbling out, as if she’s trying to get past them quickly.

you get up, moving closer, searching her face for something, anything, that makes sense. but her eyes—they’re empty, evasive. "why didn’t you answer my calls?"

"didn’t hear it," she shrugs, still avoiding your gaze. "too loud, i guess."

it's weak. her excuses always are. and it's not just the excuse, it's the way she says it—like she doesn’t care enough to make it believable. your stomach twists, a cold knot forming. there’s more to this, you can feel it.

"yunjin, what’s going on?" you ask, your voice wavering despite your effort to stay calm. you’ve been through this too many times to ignore the signs.

she sighs, running a hand through her hair. for a second, her tough front slips, and she looks at you, really looks at you. "i... i messed up."

your heart stops. "what do you mean?"

"i was drunk, and... i kissed someone else."

her words are like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of you. you take a step back, needing space to think, but your mind is spinning. "you kissed someone?"

"it didn’t mean anything," she rushes, stepping toward you, but you back away again. "it was just a stupid, drunken mistake. i swear, it only happened once."

the room feels too small now, the walls closing in. you trusted her. after everything, you trusted her, and she... "how long has this been going on?"

"what? no, i told you, it was just once—"

"how long, yunjin?" your voice is louder now, anger bubbling up. you don't want to be the fool who believed her lies for too long.

she hesitates, her eyes darting away for a moment before coming back to you. "just once," she insists, but the doubt in her eyes says otherwise. "i was drunk. it meant nothing."

you want to believe her. god, you want to believe her so badly. but the way she's been acting lately—distant, secretive—there’s more to this.

"i deserve the truth," you say, your voice shaky but firm. you’re done playing this game.

she steps closer, softening her expression like she’s trying to lure you back in. "baby, you’re overthinking this," she coos, her voice sickly sweet, the kind that used to comfort you but now just makes you feel uneasy. "it was a mistake. everyone makes mistakes."

"but you didn’t tell me," you push back, feeling a flicker of anger spark in your chest. "you hid it from me."

"because i knew you’d overreact," she snaps, her patience thinning. "you always do this. you always assume the worst."

her words sting, making you question yourself. am i overreacting? was it just a one-time mistake? you’ve been second-guessing yourself so much lately, it’s hard to tell anymore.

yunjin’s close now, her eyes locked on yours, her voice dropping lower, more intimate. "you know i love you, right?"

"yeah, but—"

she cuts you off, cupping your face in her hands. "i love you," she whispers, her thumb brushing over your cheek, her touch soft but with an underlying tension. "you’re the one i come home to. don’t let something this small ruin us."

her words start to blur the lines in your mind. maybe it’s not as big of a deal as it feels. maybe you are overthinking. she’s here, isn’t she? but then, the memory of all those nights alone, waiting, wondering—those doubts flare up again.

"yunjin, i can’t just forget this," you murmur, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you. "you hurt me."

for a moment, her eyes harden, just for a second, before she puts on a sad, almost pitying smile. "i know, and i’m sorry," she says, but her voice feels insincere, dripping with mockery. "but you need to stop being so paranoid. it was one kiss. do you really think i’d throw everything away for that?"

your mouth opens to respond, but she silences you, pressing a finger to your lips. "shh, don’t ruin this," she whispers, stepping even closer, her body pressing against yours. "we’re good together. you know that."

her other hand trails down your arm, sending shivers through your skin. you should push her away. you should be angry, but instead, her closeness overwhelms you, clouding your thoughts.

"just let it go," she murmurs before pulling you into a kiss, one that’s not soft or reassuring. it’s possessive, controlling, like she’s forcing you to forget everything else.

and somehow, it works. the fight drains out of you as her lips move against yours, your mind going blank. you forget the pain, the doubt, the questions. it’s just her now, her hands on you, her breath mixing with yours, until all you can feel is her.

when she pulls back, you're breathless, but not from the argument—from the way she’s made everything else disappear.

"see?" she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. "it’s just you and me, baby. nothing else matters."

you nod, your mind too hazy to argue anymore. "just us."

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS TAKING CARE OF YOU

WHEN YOU'RE SICK

including mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : mention of medicine, pure fluff

note : been sick for almost 2 weeks now so i thought about this idea lol

!! english is not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

his poor heart cries in pain seeing you so weak. he hates when you're sick because sickness take off your positive energy which he adores much. so he makes sure you're warm enough under triple blankets, double pillows under your head for extra comfort and some movies playing on the tv. call him and he'll be standing right next to you a second later, ready to help you with anything. ask for cuddles and he won't think twice before joining you in the bed and pecking your face. he still want you to takes your medicine even though you're recovered, just in case, just to be sure you won't get sick again.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

his poor baby is pin down on the bed, coughing and sneezing every single minutes. he hates it, he wants to see you smile again, he wants you to feel better. he would stay with you until you feel good, arms around your body as he let lazy and soft kisses everywhere on your face. especially your lips. you'll probably scold him because he'll get sick too but he doesn't care, he wants to take care of his baby, it's just his job. he reminds you to take your drugs and also makes sure you have everything you need, and if not then he'll bring it to you as quickly as possible.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

as soon as he knows you're not feeling well, he would run to you in a hurry. he would also panic because it's not in your habit to get sick. he'll call his mom to get advices, he wants to do his best to take care of you and your poor state. try to act confident in front of you but internally stress because he doesn't really know what to do. still he manages to keep you in a good mood, he makes you laugh but you just end up coughing so he stress even more. but don't worry he'll be the sweetest, showing you with loads of kisses and cuddles because either him can't get enough of them.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

now this guy would 100% know how to manage with his loved one being sick. like he just used to it and he perfectly knows what to do and what can make you feel better. he'll put you on the bed, and wrap you in a huge blanket. he even writes a schedule for your drugs with precise times. he'll cook the warmest meals and makes you tons of tea. sit next to you to keep an eye on you, sometimes you ask for kisses and he can't refuse them, pressing his soft lips on your forehead. you say that he's doing too much for you, overreacting the whole thing. but he would shrug and reply that he just wants the best treatment for you.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 55

he doesn't really like when you're sick because he can't get along with the picture of you being stuck in the bed, a tired expression endlessly on your face. but on the other hand i feel like he'd love playing the doctor. like he'll be so much caring, asking you every little minutes if you're feeling better or not. he won't rest until you're completely recovered. also would be the type to play some music, because he knows how much it comforts you. he'll put your favorite tv show and slide under the blankets and cuddle you until your body is warm enough. and also constantly rubbing your back or arms, just full of love for his lover.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

he has to deal with you being pretty sick and he doesn't wait a second to take care of you. maybe first will scold you because you don't wear enough warm clothing or you just don't pay enough attention to yourself. he doesn't like that, so he reminds you to always cover yourself with extra gloves and scarf. and then he feels bad seeing you in that state. he always feels panicked whenever you're coughing a bit too hard or sneezing nonstop. like a worried expression is stuck on his face. he would lay down on the bed next to you, mumbling some "my poor baby" and things like that. you'll tease him later about how much worried he looked for you but he doesn't care because it's just his way to show you how much he cares about you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

he's extremely caring and sweet with you. he becomes softer, acting super gently because he doesn't want to hurt you. stuck on your side like the world will stop if he's not keeping an eye on you. he would bring you to the doctor even if you just have a little fever, he's just so worried about you he doesn't want you to get sick. but manage incredibly well with it. he's the best because he does whatever you ask him to do. make you laugh ? he transforms into a comedian. not warm enough ? he joins you and cuddle you so close to his body. need some rest ? he'll take a nap with you in his arms, pressing kisses here and there until you're fully recovered.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

at first he thought you were joking about your state. but when he came home and saw your tired body and face on the couch, he knew it wasn't funny at all. he feels so bad and he knows he has one job : take care of you as best as possible. but he knows one remedy that always works. his humor. whenever you're feeling off or sick, his humor always lifts up your mood. so while giving you your drugs, he'll talk about funny histories, or anything that can makes you laugh. and it works so well because despite the pain you're able to laugh. and he loves it. also pecking your whole face is one of the best medicine. but you can be sure he takes good care of you.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

know how to handle the situation. like he would transform into a doctor as soon as his eyes saw something was off with you. forces you to stay in the bed, a crazy amount of blankets over your body. you tell him it's fine but he doesn't listen and keep adding more warm stuff. he would gives you princess treatment, ask for anything and you'll got it. also makes you different types of tea with all the different flavors, and it'll just ends up in a tasting session. he would also never shut up about his science, explaining you how people get sick. but over all, he's happy to stay on your side and feeding you with lots of kisses

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Touch starved Vash getting kind touches for the soul. The soul is mine. I crave to see him treated nicely and panicking a little.

Vash can honestly say he doesn't remember the last time someone touched him with kindness just for kindness sake. Usually if it's a kind touch, it's because of injuries, or misguided thankfulness, or kids wanting to play, or someone trying to take advantage of him in some way, or even him just playing into his womanizer bit. But violence is far more likely, if he is touched at all.

Which is why he nearly jumps out of his skin the each time Wolfwood gently rubbed a soothing hand on his shoulder after an emotionally taxing battle. And flinched when Milly affectionately hugs him suddenly. And tenses as if she tazed him when Meryl just leans on him in quiet moments. He always profusely apologizes for his reactions each time, embarrassed by how much of an overreaction each one feels like. He doesn't want them to stop being so nice, but his anxiety spikes and his skin burns everything single time.

This leads to his current predicament. His companions staging an "intervention".

"Needle-noggin, you know you don't have to let us touch you, right?" Wolfwood has a deep worried frown on his face.

"Wha-?" Vash's question is cut off before it can form.

"Vash. You don't have to let us touch you if it makes you uncomfortable." Meryl's eyes are full of a protective rage and.. guilt? "You tense and flinch any time we touch you outside of combat."

"We don't want to push your boundaries, Mr. Vash." Milly adds with a very serious face, "Because we care about you and want to do right by you."

"I-" Vash swallows nervously, "I don't hate your touching. I just..."

"You don't have to lie, Spikey." Wolfwood glares at Vash.

"I'm not!" Vash tries again, he can feel a blush building on his face and tears gathering in his eyes. "I just- I just-"

All three look like it's physically painful for them not to reach out, and that just makes Vash feel worse. He feels hot and cold. Like he's drowning and can't find up.

"I'M SORRY!" He finally gets out, much louder than he meant. Tears finally escaping his eyes. "I don't know how to deal with gentle touch! It-! My brain panics and my skin burns! It feels like too much and not enough! And I don't want you to stop, but- but- hic- I'm sorry I'm broken. Hic- I'm so so sorry.."

No one moves for a second, the only sounds Vash's quiet sobs, before Wolfwood breaks the silence with a sigh.

"Should have seen that coming.." Wolfwood says more to himself than anyone else, before turning sad, concerned eyes on Vash. "You have touch starvation, Blondie. It's so obvious now."

"Touch starvation?" Meryl asks. Vash and Milly nod, to express that they too want an explanation. Wolfwood just sighs again.

"It's something that happened if you don't get enough touch, or at least not friendly touch for a while. Quite a few kids at the orphanage get it because of the different bad situations we rescue them from. The ones who experienced abuse tend to have the most violent reactions and/or have panic attacks to being reintroduced to kind touch." Wolfwood explains and the dots connect.

"Oh-oh.." Vash rubs some of his tears away. They're replaced instantly, but they're slowing down. "How.. How do I fix it?"

"Technically, you can't." Wolfwood informs him before grinning. "But we can! I'm not really sure the science behind it, but you only got two options. Some kids just refused to let people help and they stay touch starved and can even become touch repulsed."

"Ooooh! Like Amelia!" Vash forgetting his own situation for a second. "She panicked any time anyone touched her skin!"

"Is that so?" Wolfwood blinks. "I never noticed."

"Yeah, well, I'm good at being annoying." Vash beams.

"Ain't that the truth.." Meryl sighs.

"What's the second option, Mr. Wolfwood?" Milly stares intensely at the man.

"Oh, uh, we basically continue doing what we were already doing. Just keep touching til his body and brain stop screaming to run away." Wolfwood shrugs, "Though, we should go at his pace. Sometimes going too fast or slow is counterproductive. Too fast and he gets overwhelmed and gets lost in the panic. Too slow and we're undoing nothing... So Vash? What'll the pace be?"

"Uh!" Vash flounders, "I- I don't know!"

"How about-" Milly moves closer to Vash and grabs his real hand, gently holding it to her. "- we simply do what we have been? It's easy to not take it personally when we know what's happening!"

Wolfwood gently lays a hand on Vash's shoulder. "Sorry I didn't notice."

"I- Just-" Vash tries to control the trembling that's already starting. "How were you supposed to know?"

"I mean, the signs were definitely there." Wolfwood sighs, rubbing his thumb in little circles by his neck. "Is this too much?"

Vash's eyes tear up and starts trembling harder, "Please don't stop. I'm sorry."

"Vash.." Meryl sighs so deeply it sounds like it's from her soul. "I'm going to hug you, you idiot, and you ARE going to tell me to stop when you can't handle it."

"I-" Vash flusters.

"You're telling me. That's final." Meryl's scowl melts a little when Vash nods frantically. "Good."

He might have as well stepped on a live wire the way he tenses when Meryl's arms wrap around his middle, even making a pathetic little whimper, but his hands latch onto Milly and Wolfwood before they can fully pull away.

"Please...hic" Vash tries to stop his sobs and can't quite get his words out. The sad smiles aimed at him tell him they understood though.

"Geeze, you big crybaby." Is all Wolfwood says before circling half behind Vash and hugging him. Milly hugs him so softly around his chest as if he was made of cracked. He feels like it isn't far from the truth when he loses control of his sobs and clings desperately with violent trembling.

"I'm sorry-hic- I'm sorry- sob- I-"

"Just shut the hell up, Blondie, we've got you." And suddenly a thick knot of tension loosens, the guilt of wanting, but not feeling deserving of this kindness settling into a low buzz instead of a roaring scream. The others notice his muscles slowly relaxing, even if his tears don't stop.

"There you go, Mr. Vash."

"You're safe." And Vash, he believes that.

One safe hug doesn't undo 150 years of trauma, but it's a start. Little by little, hug by hug, his flinches become smaller and tears of overwhelm become less frequent. Milly, Meryl, and Wolfwood become the safe place Vash hasn't had since Rem.

[heavenequals]

hii! I hope that your requests are open!

how about Syzoth x Gn / female (whatever you're comfortable with) with Syzoth that is in love with reader but doesn't really know how to show it and ends up getting friendzoned all the time (he can't force himself to just straight up tell reader about his feelings). How would he try to get reader's attencion? What would his thoughts about it be? (can be headcanons or drabble or whatever you prefer)

have a nice day!

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reptile/syzoth x reader.

note. this was a super cute request that i've been itching to write. i'd die for this man

you were going to be the death of him. he should know zaterran customs were foreign to humans, but thats the only way he knows how to show you he likes you.

alright, like for syzoth was an understatement. he's in love with you and he's fully aware of that fact. he desperately wants to convey his feelings to you, but he doesn't know how. telling you directly would be easier of course, but thats just so... embarrassing. it's not like he's embarrassing himself enough just by trying to get your attention.

every time you walked by, his tail would sway from side to side. when you got close enough, he would brush his tail against your leg to grab your attention in which most cases, he was successful. you would look back at him before a smile crept up your face, a smile that made his heart thump in his chest as he smiled dumb back at you.

when syzoth isn't busy, he's looking around for you. when he does find you, he's glued to your side with a "hey, how are you?" just to get you to start talking with your eyes on him. your attention on him. he adores the smile painted on your face when you talk about your day, nodding his head with a lovesick grin on his own. you just thought he was very attentive, but it's how zatteran courts, isn't that obvious?

he's always with you. theres rarely been a time where he hasn't been near you other than when you have to part ways, but even during those times he doesn't dare stray too far from you. it's how zatteran court, showing his loyalty and how suitable he would be if he were to be your mate, but of course; you don't realize that. he doesn't expect you to know, but at least take the hint?

"(reader).." syzoth would call, his hands anxiously figetting together.

"yeah?" you'd hum.

"you know i like you a lot, right?" he'd whisper his last statement. his gaze avoiding yours with his tail tucked between his legs.

"of course! you're my closest friend, so i would hope you liked me.." you'd laugh off, not even taking the time to consider his words would hold a deeper meaning.

friend. was that all he was to you?

"oh. yeah, friends."

he might've just broke on the spot, right then and there.

no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't seem to get you to notice him. his feelings, at least. countless times he has tried and you always brushed it off as a friendly gesture. it bothered him, his attempts failing miserably. something else that bothered him is that always after his attempts, your attention seemed to wander off, off of him. he hated that.

it was not until you began getting particularly close with liu kang, it made syzoth feel uneasy. your attention wasn't on him, your eyes weren't on him.

okay, he can admit he may be overreacting, i mean — you train at the shaolin temple, of course you're going to be talking to liu kang, even if it steals your time away from him.. no, he wasn't okay with that.

one day, he decided to approach you, confront you. be 100% apparent with his feelings, no step backs. even so, he just hadn't expected himself to be so forward about it..

his hands at either side of your head, your back against the wall, his eyes fixed on you and your shocked expression. he even surprised himself with this sudden encounter, it just sort of happened. he saw you smile so cheerfully at liu kang, something inside him snapped. like his body acted on his own after liu kang left. elder gods, what was he doing?

"(reader–)" he'd pause. he pursed his lips into a straight line before taking a step back from you, providing the space needed to reduce the tension. "i.. apologize, but i must know.." he'd continue as he hung his head low, his hand awkwardly running over the nape of his neck.

"you just caught me off-guard syzoth, it's no worries. what do you need to ask?"

he averted his gaze from yours, already feeling uneasy just by being in your presence. yet, he would rather stay a fool around you than not be with you at all.

"has.. your heart already been spoken for?" his voice came out in a hushed tone, his eyes glued to the ground. he knew from one look in your eye he'd find out the answer himself and he didn't want to know the answer.

you took a moment to process his question, leaving syzoth becoming more anxious by the second.

"no, not that i'm aware of.. why?" you'd question, tilting your head to the side as an attempt to get him to look at you, being partly successful when he took a short glance at you. god you must think he's so weird right now.

syzoth knew he had to be extremely forward for you and your oblivious pretty mind. he needed to tell you directly that he is in love with you.

he took your hand in his, giving it a firm grip, but not enough to hurt you. he let out a shakey breath before bringing your hands to his chest. giving you the feel of how fast his heart is beating.

"please, let me be the one to have that privilege. your heart," he says. quiet, yet loud enough for you to hear.

you were stunned and that scared him. he expected a response, but was only met with the killing silence. please just say something, anything.

"syzoth.." you gently released your hands from his, instead running your hand over his tattooed arm. "what are you trying to say?" you ask, like he had to elaborate further. how much more must you open his heart?

"i'm saying," he'd take a step closer to you. capturing your hand in his once again and bringing it up to hold his cheek. his body jolting at your warmth, taking out a comforted sigh from him.

"i'm in love with you. i want to be your mate, please" he'd almost beg, kissing the palm of your hand before he continued.

"all my advances, they don't seem to phase you. how much more forward must i be?"

your mouth was agaped. were you seriously this blown away? syzoth really underestimated your obliviousness.

"i wasn't aware you held such strong feelings for me..." you felt your own cheeks began to heat up. your gaze soft and on him, he relished in it, but was it the gaze he wanted? was it love or was it plain sorry?

"have i made you aware now?" syzoth would lean further into your touch that held him, a giggle escaping your lips in reply that made his heart flutter.

"yes, you have. may i make you aware of something else aswell?"

syzoth hummed softly, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours.

"anything."

you smiled, a smile he recognized far too well. he loved it more than anything because that smile was just for him, your eyes filled with fondness. your eyes on him.

you pull him into your arms, embracing him with the warmth he longed for, catching him off guard. not long before he quickly melted into your hold, your next few words would leave him always and forever, yours.

"i love you too."

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[tourmaline-sys]

I feel like my life ended when I found out I am transgender.

What do I mean by that? Let me explain.

So since I was kid my mom told me that all gender affirming care is bad (for cisgenders too). She told me the only beauty is natural. I hated my body and she forced me to love it. I always pretended everything was fine and I like how I look. I tried to ignore feeling that it is not real me for so long.

When I found out about transgender beings I haven't even considered posibility of me being one because of mom who always told me how bad gender affirming care is. She always speaked bad on that. If someone she doesn't know did this, she didn't cared as much because it doesn't affect her.

When I found out about alterhumans I knew I am one and it was easier to express since my mom doesn't really care about wearing tail or ears.

Problem stared when I met an agender being that helped me realise I am nonbinary. I just know I can't transition because of what my mother thinks so I kinda stay on border where a closet and floor is. I don't have courage to tell her to finally stop calling me deadname and using wrong pronouns. That thought makes me so sad, I stopped spending time with a lot of friends and familly just because I know they will never truly accept me.

I am scared for my future because of transphobic politicians and other beings.

That knowledge is just destroying me mentally and can't find joy in life, only fear.

In a few days I am going to school psychologist and talk with her. She probably will tell my mother so I just hope she won't overreact.

[liesineyes]

I really need people to be serious for a moment. It's been two days, ffs. Expressing dislike for something a character did in a particular scene or situation does not automatically equate to hating that character as a whole.

You can absolutely love a character and still critique their actions in specific contexts.

But at the same time, not liking something a character did also doesn't mean you get to be mean to the said character in a mean manner. Saying hateful things, fighting with anyone who dares to express an opinion different from yours creates nothing but hostility.

Can't we all just watch the show and enjoy it? Intercept things how we want, discuss, share our opinions and move the fuck on instead of targetting each other in our own posts? What is this even!?

I feel I have to think twice even before saying I didn't like what Babe did because of how much hate Babe is already getting or with the way other people who don't see his behaviour wrong look at me for that. I am not saying I hate Babe, I would never do that, but I called out his actions and it is okay! Saying "if you don't understand Babe, did you even watch the show" "you have to be unreal if you don't get Babe" Like I understand him, I get him but I still don't like his actions. Though, I do agree with these statements only when people overreact about the drinking scene because that is being completely misunderstood.

I feel like people have this habit of seeing everything in black and white. It is either you love something or hate it. It is either you enjoy it, or you don't. It is either you love Babe or you love Charlie but here's a thing, you can love both, understand both, reason both without hating them both and it shouldn't be an issue. You don't have to take sides all the damn time, this is what I hated in season one when everyone hated Charlie because people just completely overlooked the nuance about his character, and the same is happening to Babe this season. So stupid man.

[fang-and-feather]

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 congratulations on 100 followers, darling!!!!! You deserve the love and even more :3

I do have a prompt suggestion hehe. Of course it's my darling Theo, and I was rather fond of the prompt "I can't stop thinking about you". I read it and had such a dreamy sigh hehe.

Thank you!! 🥰❣ I am glad to celebrate with you!

Ikemen Vampire - Theo x Reader

Words: 2,216

Summary: When you and Theo finally thought things would settle between you, a brief illness had him trying to protect you again and a series of overreactions from both of you led to your first fight. Now it was Theo's birthday, and he really feared he had driven you away right when he had the solution to keep you safe and keep you close

Tags: Canon ending divergence, Making up after a fight, Romantic Fluff

Request from my 100 Followers Celebration. Prompts for it were from @anyfandomfluffbingo

this was actually the fic I planned to post for Theo's birthday, but I'm really late to it.

I wrote and discarded so much for this and had difficulty with deciding which scenes and POVs to keep. In the end I kept only one scene and it was from Theo's POV. But I can post another scene at the beginning, and the version of this one from Reader's OV later if you want.

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Theo knew Vincent had been planning something, but with how often he left the house, the party was not what he was expecting.

Besides, Theo was already happy enough with the rest of his day he’d spent with his brother. There was only anything he wanted for his birthday, and he doubted you would be there.

He’d been such an idiot, trying to push you away when the solution to all your problems was quite obvious. But when he finally realized it, he thought you had made a drastic decision to solve it instead.

The fact it was a joke was relieving now but, when it happened, it annoyed him that you would play with something so serious.

That didn’t excuse his following behavior. And if you had made that joke, maybe it meant you were thinking about it. But that didn’t mean you had to run away like that.

Had he scared you that badly? Theo didn’t think he’d gotten that angry. But he wasn’t that good at expressing himself and understanding other people. He might have said something wrong.

That was the only reason he could think why you had left without a word, but nobody else was acting as if there was something wrong with it.

You wouldn’t have returned to your time because of such a fight, right?

Theo scanned the room as he walked in, but he was right. There was no sight of you anywhere.

The other guys, though, soon surrounded him, offering their well wishes. It was hard to say who did so out of a feeling of obligation, because on his past birthdays he barely saw some of them, others only casually greeted him through the day, and the only ‘parties’ were usually a dinner Comte organized, and some of them looked like they were forced to attend.

Not that they hated each other, but the only person Theo had gotten somewhat close to, even of the guys he’d lived with for longer, was Arthur. And maybe Leonardo, but Theo’s attempts to connect with him were through art, but Leonardo seemed to have mostly given up using his talents.

Part of it was his fault, of course. He’d been too focused on his job and his revenge to even consider connecting with anyone. Another part was some of their own social abilities.

Arthur was the only one who didn’t approach him during the exchange, stopping Isaac instead, as soon as the physician awkwardly walked away.

So when the crowd finally broke apart, Theo cast another glance around the room, looking for Vincent this time, but did not find his brother, either.

Theo turned to the door, intent on leaving to look for him, when the door slowly opened, and instead of Vincent, his gaze met your nervous but quite shining one.

But before Theo could rush to you, Arthur finally decided to pop up right before him.

“Sorry for not coming around earlier, old boy. I wanted some space to greet my best friend properly.”

Theo wanted to believe Arthur chose the timing on purpose, but that would imply some form of conspiracy he didn’t want to believe Vincent would be a part of.

“I thought Isaac was your new best friend, and I was finally free of your headaches.”

Theo looked past Arthur to see you talking happily with Comte on the other side of the room.

It was his first chance to take in the full sight of you, and the pretty dress that made you look even more stunning. A little too much for the public with how it highlighted your best features.

“Aren’t you funny, Theo?” Arthur tried to get his attention back. “We should go out for drinks again soon.”

“Haven’t we gone out enough this week? Although that was just you tagging along in my free time.”

“I mean a normal guys’ night, like we used to have. You have been sulking this whole week.”

Had he really been that bad? Theo noticed he’d been going out for drinks more often, independently of Arthur going along or not, but he wasn’t drinking more than usual on these trips, and had been working as usual. Theo knew he hadn’t been feeling all that great, rethinking your fight, what he could have done and where could you have gone, but he thought he’d been hiding it well.

“Anyway, happy birthday!” Arthur patted his back.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems like you have something else in mind.”

Arthur winked before walking away, only to be replaced by Comte, who had left your side already. And while Arthur let him pass on the drink, Comte brought him one, pulling him around to call a toast to him.

In the meantime, Theo watched Arthur discretely approach you, and strike a conversation right after the toast and immediately made his way over.

“Would you give me the honor of one dance, to celebrate our reunion?” Theo heard Arthur ask as he approached.

By the awkward smile you gave him, you had no intention of accepting, but was too polite to tell him to fuck off. So Theo crossed the rest of the way and wrapped an arm around your waist, making you jump. But as you realized it was him, you relaxed.

“Go play with your dog and get your hands off mine, Arthur.”

“Yours, Old Chap? I thought she was up for adoption after you were so intent on kicking her out?”

“Do you really think I will take a lecture from someone who can’t be serious about a relationship to save his life? Or at least what little is left of his dignity?” Theo turned away from Arthur, unable to stand the way his friend smiled at him and the way he looked at you. “Hier, Hondje.” He called for you as he walked towards the door.

Although Arthur was right. He shouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t listen.

He walked into the hallway outside, and didn’t go far before you rushed out after him.

As the door closed behind you, he could still hear Arthur on the other side.

“Don’t mind us. Go ahead and have fun.”

Of course he knew what he was doing, and Theo felt even worse that he had fallen for it. There was no doubt Arthur approached each of you when he did on purpose.

Theo didn’t dare look back at you after that, as he made his way to a nearby balcony, only conscious of your footsteps following him.

“You didn’t need to talk like that in front of everyone.” You complained as soon as the two of you found yourselves alone.

Theo dared a side glance at you, to find you quite flustered, but it looked more like it was of embarrassment than anger, despite how you sounded.

Of course the fact you actually listened to him, to complain only in private, didn’t help your case either.

“You came, didn’t you? Like the good puppy you are.” Theo reached out to pat your head, but stopped halfway.

He couldn’t just pretend everything would be back to normal before he at least apologized.

“But,” and he couldn’t believe he was ever considering it, “Arthur is right. I have no right to claim you when I was the one who pushed you away. Again. You deserve someone who will take proper care of you.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have made such a careless joke. Neither refused to tell you when the reason I went away had nothing to do with our fight.”

Theo sighed.

“Yes. You shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke. But I shouldn’t have yelled either.” This time he did touch your face. “I messed up.” He moved his hand to the back of your head, nudging you closer. “I thought about everything we had, and everything we could have. Everything I would be giving up if I let you go. And I realized losing you would be a bigger sacrifice than any other decision I could take.”

“That’s how I feel too. I know you want to protect me, but don’t push me away to do so.” You rested a hand over his chest. “You’re not going to lose me because I decided to stay.”

Stay. You were so prepared to, not only sacrifice everything but also risk your life to stay with him. But that only strengthened his resolve to follow up with what he decided while you were away.

“I still can’t protect you from getting sick, but I realized I could go back with you, instead. Keep you safe, and keep you close.”

“Would you really leave Vincent, to live with me in the future?”

That was the hard part, but the more he thought about it, the more he was certain that was the best decision. Unless there was a way he didn’t have to choose.

It was funny how you stared at him with such disbelief, but he had to admit it was surprising even for him when he first thought of it. But that disbelief from you quickly gave way to radiant smile as tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and you tightened your hold on his clothes.

“If that is his decision.” Theo explained, whipping away your tears. “I have been chasing him for so long, but I realized it is time we live our own lives, and if we have to do so far away from each other… But I would like to ask him to come with us. All you told me about art in your time, it would be easier to share his work and with many more people. He could live somewhere nearby, and we would still have our privacy. But I haven’t asked him yet. And this party today… I had such a bad feeling he didn’t plan it just for my birthday, but also as a farewell party.”

“Really? Because I thought he planned the party as a means to distract the others and get us time to talk.” You laughed, then shook your head, lowering your gaze for a moment, before looking up at him again. “But as happy as you making such decisions on my behalf makes me, I think we shouldn’t make it final yet. You bring such good to this world, Theo. Your work is harder here, but it’s also more necessary. The artists of this time are lucky to have you helping them, and I can tell this makes you happy. I don’t want to stop doing that because of me. Can’t we think a little more about it before we really decide?”

You were thinking of other people, even now. Although it was true, it made him happy to help talented artists thrive, and it was harder for them to do so in this period. But he didn’t intend to let you sacrifice everything you built for him. Now just wasn’t the best time to convince you, not with how he felt.

“Fine. We can discuss this later."

Pulling you closer, Theo finally kissed you. He had missed being able to do so. Your warmth, your taste… It felt like years since he last had any of it.

“Happy birthday, Theo.” You whispered when he let you go, your face quite flushed. “Shouldn’t we save this for later and get back to the party?”

“No. I don’t plan to let you go back there tonight. Everyone is so eager for your attention.”

“They’re just glad I’m back. And Arthur also teasing you a little. But they’re all there to celebrate your birthday. I will stay close, if you want to return.”

“By now they should know all I want for my birthday is to enjoy my best gift ever. You.” He kissed you again. “I don’t know how you did it, but I can’t live without you. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Not when you weren't there and his thoughts were filled with longing, neither when you were by his side, and he was now filed with love and sometimes this burning desire for more than just your presence.

Before you could protest, he captured your lips again, in a deeper kiss, happy that you didn’t even try to resist. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, as his other hand encircled your waist, mostly supporting you as you had to stand on your tiptoes to be at a proper height for him to kiss.

Theo nipped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, letting him in. He tried to pull you even closer and deepen the kiss mire, even when you were practically pressed to him already. Desire burned within him, from his throat as the bloodlust intensified, to�� lower regions. Everything in him clamored for more of you. Every kiss was almost immediately followed by another, barely giving either of you time to breathe.

He only released you when your body nearly collapsed in his arms, both of you panting, his own head dizzy, but Theo picking you up.

“Was it too much already, Hondje?” You shook your head weakly, and he smirked. “Good. Because I’m just starting with you. It’s my birthday and I will enjoy my gift. Thoroughly.”

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[humdinky]

i love pixar's turning red. it is such a good representation of girls at that age. they don't shy away from depicting the awkward and weird parts. it is so rare to see a movie depict girls and their silly interests without condemning or judging them. they just let the girls be girly, noisy, and silly.

fuck the hate this movie got on its release. i could go on for hours about society's uniquely shitty attitude towards teenage girls and their interests. there are countless examples. remember the feverish hate for twilight, a series aimed exclusively at young women? what about the hunger games? teenage girls were the first ones to fall in love with elvis and the beatles, and critics treated them like a joke. that is, until adult men started liking them. funny how that works. justin bieber fans, one direction fans, vsco girls, girly girls, tomboys, emo girls, indie girls, bookworms. you will see every single type of girl being made fun of for every conceivable interest a human being can have.

at a certain age you feel forced to make an arbitrary choice. lean into your feminine side and continue to get mocked for 'being shallow', 'only caring about your looks', 'being annoying' etc. or lean into your masculine side and get called a pick-me or told that you just want to get with their guy friends. you like things that are popular? you’re basic. you like things that aren’t as popular? you’re trying too hard. it is the entire reason why so many girls internalize this misogyny, why they start saying things like "im not like other girls."

i certainly wasn't immune to that trap. i didn’t fit the mold and got ostracized for it. the only validation i received for the longest time was from boys, when i turned my anger back on girls and girlhood. i was sold that narrative so many times that i wore it like some sort of badge of honor. it took years to unlearn. i feel sad when i look back on my younger self. i was so sad, so angry, and so scared all the time.

we get insulted for being happy. we get insulted for being sad. we get insulted for being mad that we were insulted for being sad. we get insulted for trying to forget what happened and act happy again. we get insulted for feeling hopeless. they beat the confidence out of you very early.

and it angers me how the emotions of teenagers as a whole are so often neglected. when you're around that age and grappling with big emotions, you've quite literally never felt anything that strongly before. a failed test, a best friend's betrayal, being cut from a sports team. it all feels like a rejection of your entire person, your entire being. you haven't lived that many years yet, and it's the first time you've felt this horrible. you don't have anything to compare it to, and it feels like nobody else could have ever survived feeling this bad before.

it's not petty teenage drama. it's not immaturity. it is a normal human reaction to the worst pain you've experienced, and it is happening at a time when your body is going haywire and your feelings feel impossible to control. you don't know how to cope with it, you can't possibly know, because it's the first time you've had this bottomless well of pain tearing you up inside. you can't look back at previous times you've felt this way to reassure yourself that it will be okay eventually. the first time is the worst and hardest and you have no resources to get through it yet.

a lot of adults scoff at and dismiss the feelings of teenagers. "you're young, you'll get over it"' they've decided that because you haven't dealt with this feeling before that you must be overreacting. sometimes you are, and sometimes you're reacting exactly how any adult would. it's an absolutely shitty thing to express to anyone. a teenage girl's pain is not any less real than a 50 year old's pain. so what if it will get better? it doesn't matter that it isn't going to be the worst thing that ever happens; it matters that right now it very much is the worst thing that's happened.

yes, teenagers overreact over a lot of things that aren't as important as they feel. as if adults, who don't even have the excuse of inexperience with deep emotions, don't? no one should ever dismiss someone else's pain regardless of their age or circumstances.

​im turning 20 in a few months. find the small joys of life, and don’t you dare let anyone take them away from you. if there is a teenage girl reading this, i love you, i am sorry, and it does get better.

[artimeanatheart]

Aaron Character Analysis-Quests Book Seven Part One

By the time the beginning of this book rolls around, Aaron has been through it. The original series wasn't easy on him, but what he went through in it was mostly his own fault. In this series, though, he gets additional trauma from outside sources.

Deserving of Redemption

"'Are you alright?' Florence looked Aaron over, then checked his wounds. She started pulling medicine out of her waist pouch. 'I'll manage,' Aaron said. 'How is Fifer?'"

Aaron is so devastated in this book.  Everything he's been through in this series is finally catching up to him and it's just too much.  He hasn't fully processed Alex's death, let alone the disaster that was his time as head mage and Ishibashi's death. All of the characters in this series went through a lot, but it felt like every major devastating event impacted Aaron personally in some way.  Fifer getting injured and Thisbe getting captured at the end of Dragon Captives put him in the position of having to worry about his sisters while also trying to support his brother.  Alex dying, beyond the sheer pain that we know comes from a twin dying, put Aaron in the position of head mage, which he didn't want and wasn't happy in.  People in Artime still hated him so much that it led to a civil war, during which he almost died of dehydration and he had his character questioned repeatedly.  Then Thisbe 'betrayed' them and he feels like it's somehow his fault (and others wonder as well).  And finally Ishibashi-his mentor, his support system, the person who believed in him when no one else did-dies.  It's enough to make anyone break, let alone someone with as much previous trauma as Aaron.

"Aaron frowned. He'd cautiously begun to believe her. . .up until this moment. What was she hiding? He knew that shifty-eyed look. He'd done it himself countless times. There was still something big Thisbe was keeping from them. Something sinister. How much of her story was true? And how much was a trick?"

All things considered, he handled it pretty well. His main problem in this book was that he was struggling to forgive Thisbe. He would have forgiven her easily if she had actually betrayed them. But she didn't. That's hard for him to wrap his head around, on top of the trauma over losing Ishibashi (psst. . .it's the autism). He also blames himself for Ishibashi's death and doesn't know how to handle that so he's trying to put some of the blame on Thisbe, even though he knows it's not her fault. Part of it is also that he can tell that she's still hiding something, holding something back. He saw too much of his younger self in her to not think that, even though she didn't betray them, she might be tempted to in the future. But really, none of it's about Thisbe: it's about himself. Because he's projecting onto Thisbe, his feelings towards himself bleed over onto her. He can't forgive Thisbe because he can't forgive himself. Even though Thisbe has done nothing she needs forgiveness for and Aaron has already earned forgiveness a thousand times over.

"He glanced at Thisbe, and his expression darkened. The two still hadn't really had it out. He knew he was overreacting-being unreasonably harsh on her, now that she'd explained everything. But Ishibashi's death stood between them like a roadblock on their relationship. He was trying to forgive her for making such a grave mistake that led to Ishibashi's death, but it wasn't easy."

Aaron also knows that he's being unfair to Thisbe. He's an idiot, but he's a self-aware idiot. He's aware that he needs some time and peace and quiet to sort through his emotions and that if he tried to talk to Thisbe now there's a good chance he'd make things worse between them. That's the last thing they need before going into a huge battle. This self-awareness is something Aaron's always had that I talked about in the original series, but it becomes especially pronounced post-redemption arc. Aaron is always checking in on himself and trying to identify his emotions and watching his thoughts. It originated as a way to keep an eye on himself, to make sure that he wasn't regressing, but I think he's also realized that being aware of his emotions is just a healthy thing in general.

"Thisbe looked coolly at Aaron. She'd apologized. And while she was sick with sorrow over it, she refused to harbor the blame that Aaron seemed to want to assign to her."

But while Aaron may be aware of his emotions, very few others are. And when he does verbally explain his emotions to the people around him, I think they have trouble realizing the depth of those emotions. Aaron doesn't like being vulnerable; it's a really uncomfortable thing for him. However, he often ends up in situations where he has to be vulnerable. What this means is that, when he does share things about how he's feeling, it often comes out in a very rehearsed way. Maybe because he has rehearsed it many times in his head to make it easier to say. Like he's reading a script rather than baring his soul. It's helpful for Aaron but makes it harder for others to see the deep emotions behind his words. I think this might be why characters like Fifer and Thisbe don't fully realize the extent of Aaron's turmoil until he's put in a situation where he's vulnerable with them unexpectedly, where he didn't have time to rehearse what he was going to say.

And that happens in the scene where he reconciles with Thisbe.

"She [Thisbe] struggled to stand, then moved gingerly a few steps away from her brother-she just didn't want to talk to him right now. Would he blame her for the cat's disfigurement next? Hold that against her too? How hypocritical that would be. But Aaron didn't say anything like that. In fact, he seemed to be wrestling with his own thoughts."

The build-up to that scene is great. On the one hand, we have Thisbe, who thinks he's being hypocritical for how he's judging both her and the Revinir, and calls him on it. On the other hand we have Aaron, who is much more upset with himself than he is with either of them (well, maybe only a touch more upset with himself than he is with the Revinir). It's not that he doesn't see the similarities between his situation and the Revinir's; it's that he can't see the difference. Aaron doesn't understand why he deserved a second chance at life when the Revinir doesn't. He thinks he wasn't worth saving.

"But Thisbe wasn't about to challenge him on that when there was so much more to say. 'People saw glimpses of something good inside of you once too, Aaron-after you'd done some pretty unspeakable things. So my question for you is: How can you not at least consider pardoning the Revinir after almost everyone pardoned you?' Aaron recoiled. The silence among the three Stowes and Simber was deafening."

Throughout all of Quests, Aaron is constantly thinking about how he 'deserves' to suffer and how Ishibashi gave him a chance when he didn't 'deserve' it. And really, are the things he did all that different than the things the Revinir has done? He killed a beloved head mage of Artime and an old person sacrificed themself to save someone from the attack of a dangerous creature. So did the Revinir. He orchestrated the takeover of a country and expected complete obedience from the country's people, killing or enslaving any who didn't follow him. So did she. So when Thisbe asks what's different from people having sympathy for him and her having sympathy for the Revinir, what's different between Aaron's situation and the Revinir's, Aaron is silent. He doesn't know. We also see his feelings on this in how little concern he places for his own physical well-being. He's constantly downplaying the severity of his wounds or pushing through the pain to ensure his family is safe. He doesn't need the medicine. Other people deserve it more. Aaron's glad he was saved but he doesn't think he was worth saving in the first place.

"After a long moment, Simber spoke up. 'Aarrron was worrrth forrrgivinng because he was sorrry forrr what he'd done. And the Rrrevinirrr isn't sorrry and she isn't stopping. That's the differrrence.'"

So, why was Aaron worth saving when the Revinir/Eagala/Emma needs to die? Simber gives part of the answer: Aaron felt bad for what he'd done. Even as he was doing it, he could recognize when he went too far. He was shaking after he killed Mr. Today. He sent his father to the Ancients Sector but immediately sent Eva to get him back. He had a literal panic attack after Eva died. One of the first things Ishibashi identified in Aaron was that he felt shame for what he had done. The Revinir feels none of that. She's proud of killing Alex and Ishibashi. She digs into her domination of everyone under her when Thisbe leaves her. She can't imagine that she did anything that would have made Thisbe leave her. She's completely set in her ways while Aaron always had a sliver of doubt that made him redeemable.

"'But she was a little girl once, with feelings, and people hurt her. And that's what turned her into this monster, I think. So I care about the person she was. And I felt like I saw glimpses of that person when I was stuck i the castle with her, trying to trick her.'"

The other thing that makes Aaron redeemable and the Revinir not is the fact that Aaron was a child when he did those things. The Revinir is a full grown dragon-woman. I know I've talked about it before, but I'll say it again: this whole series does not treat children the same as adults. Children will make mistakes. It's part of growing up. A child or teenager should still be held accountable for their actions, but they are also in a situation where they are so malleable by the situations around them that the mistakes they do make can be forgiven. Aaron was fourteen when he killed Mr. Today. That's a ninth grader. We don't condemn children for the actions they take. Adults, though? That's different. That holds true in the world of the Unwanteds too.

"'That has nothing to do with what you just confessed!' said Aaron. 'This dragon-woman killed our brother! She has to be eliminated!'"

Then there's the catalyst for the scene with Thisbe, which is the above quote. First off, poor choice of words. It does make sense that under this extremely stressful situation, Aaron would default back to using phrasing he grew up with. Because trauma. Aaron also has every right to want the Revinir dead. She killed his 'soulmate' brother and the person who was 'more than just a parent' to him. Except. I don't think that's quite what he's saying here. If his anger towards Thisbe and the Revinir is really more about himself, than wouldn't it make sense that this is too? He's not really saying that the Revinir deserves to be eliminated; he's saying that he does. This choice of words can mean two different things. One: he thinks he deserves to die for what he did. He didn't think he deserved to be saved, so the next logical step in thinking is that he deserved die, whether on the rocky shores of the Island of Shipwrecks or in some attack in the desert land of Quill. And thing number two: he thinks he deserves to be eliminated in the sense that the Unwanteds were eliminated. He wishes so deeply that he had been Purged alongside his brother. He wishes that he had been made an Unwanted with the rest of his friends. And that interpretation makes the upcoming scene in the last chapter of the series even more impactful.

"'But the thing is, I was the 'bad' twin my whole life, and to some people I still am, as you know so well. And I thought that maybe you, too, Thisbe-that you had some level of deviousness inside you. And I felt like that was my fault. So it was more than me judging you, or being mad at you. It was me. . .being mad at me.' His tears rand down too. 'I felt like I'd failed again.' Thisbe sucked in a breath and blew it out, long and low. 'Wow,' she said. 'You said something like that in the moment before I turned to cast the first obliterate spell at the Revinir. But I didn't get it then. And I never understood how hard you were on yourself until now. But let me tell you, I get it now. In a big way.' She shook her head. 'Sheesh, Aaron. Do you think you'll ever be able to just be carefree and happy?'. . . Aaron pressed his lips together and glanced from one sister to the other. 'I don't know,' he admitted. 'But a few things have changed recently. And. . .I'm going to try.'"

So anyways, Thisbe calls Aaron out and they finally talk through things. They both needed this. He needed Thisbe to call him out.  And she needed to hear why he was actually upset.  That scene where he was explaining how he felt like he'd failed again was so important, and I'm mostly going to let it speak for itself. Talking to people about what he's feeling has been something that he's been struggling with a lot throughout the series.  And Fifer and Thisbe finally see what Aaron's been going through. Aaron needed to talk to someone in order to take steps in forgiving himself. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to, but he's willing to try. We also don't need to see much of that process of him trying and eventually forgiving himself. We've spent fourteen books with Aaron. We know him well enough by now to know that, when he sets his mind to something, he'll do it.

"Aaron couldn't speak either. A trickle of blood from the cut on his head dripped onto his shirt, staining it. Thisbe took a deep breath and tried again. 'I just want you to know that I love you. I really love you so much, like more than anything. And I want us to be close again like we were before.' Aaron's chin trembled. He wiped the blood away and pressed his lips together. 'I love you, too.'"

A small detail that I like about that scene was the blood trickling down Aaron's head.  It's reminiscent on his forehead when he washed up on the Island of Shipwrecks.  The wounds from his time in Quill and what he did are bleeding again.  But then he wipes the blood away, right before telling Thisbe that he loves her.  That, to me, symbolizes him being ready to forgive himself.  He's wiping away his self-hate to begin anew.

"'I want to go to the funeral,' Aaron said after a while. 'Will you. . .help me?' Samheed pressed his lips together, determined not to break down again. The he nodded. 'Yeah, of course.' The two held each other's gaze for a moment. Then Samheed whispered, 'I'm sorry about everything.' Aaron nodded, the lump in his throat growing thicker. 'Me too,' he said."

One of the first ways this happens is with his reconciliation with Samheed. I wish we'd gotten a better build-up to this throughout this book or the previous one, or that it had been given more time on page, but I'll take what we got. It was so nice to see these two characters, who have been at odds since the very first book of the series, finally getting along. I love the part where Samheed helps Aaron get to the funeral at Alex's grave. It's a nice circular moment for all three characters. Aaron was the source of the original conflict between Alex and Samheed, but that eventually led the two of them to having a stronger connection. And now it's Alex's turn, in memory, to bring Samheed and Aaron together.

"'Yes. All of us. We are forever bonded together by this moment. And if anything ever happens to any of us, we can all look back at this instant, in the midst of battle, along the shore of the crater lake, and know with full certainty and peace that we are good.' Thisbe smiled, then blew out a breath. 'Thank you.' 'And do you know what else?' said Aaron. 'What?' asked Thisbe. 'Alex and you are good, too.' Thisbe felt her heart thud. She'd longed for those words, knowing she'd never find out the answer. 'How could you possibly know that?' Aaron's crooked grin made a rare appearance, and he tapped his chest. 'That's just how it is with twins.'"

Look at the bond between these brothers, still playing an important role in the series five books after one of them died. Oh, the Stowe siblings. They're all so different but they all share a couple of common traits. They're all stubborn to a fault. They're all super dramatic (yes, even Aaron, though he's quieter about it these days than the other three). They all hold onto guilt over their mistakes for far too long after they make them. And they cherish their sibling bonds. They will fight tooth and nail to maintain and reestablish the love between them that brings all four of them such joy and comfort. There's a reason that the emotional climax of this book was where the four of them (yes, including Alex, through Aaron) reaffirmed the bond between them. They will always be siblings. They will always love each other. They will stand by each other past the end. They are the epitome of the phrase I am with you.

Tap a fist to your chest for Alex, Aaron, Fifer, and Thisbe Stowe everyone.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 6/8

@stonesdiascity thank you for framing this picture of Ruben 🤭

⚠️ warning ⚠️

*Smut*

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Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

You stepped off the plane after a long flight and felt a sense of excitement and warmth fill your heart. You couldn't wait to surprise your mother. A shame that your sister couldn't make it. She was really committed to your career, preparing everything ahead of your world tour.

"Just fly commercial." She said, always thinking of ways for you to save money.

After a short journey from the airport, you and Ruben, arrived at a charming hotel in the heart of Brussels. You spoke to your  mother's caretaker, who informed you that because of her medication, your mother would be too tired and unresponsive in the early afternoon. You had to wait until the evening to see her.

You approached the front desk, confidently handing over your credit cards to settle the bill, along with the pseudonym you always used when checking into any hotel in a crowded city. However, to your surprise, both of your cards were repeatedly declined.

"I don't know what's happening?"

Panic began to well up inside of you as thoughts of embarrassment and inconvenience raced through your mind.

"I recommend that you check your credit status with your bank Miss Ahmed." The receptionist smiled, ready to move on to the next hotel guest.

Seeing the distress on your face, Ruben, who had been towering over you, stepped forward and offered to pay for the room using his own credit card.

"Ruben, no. I can't let you do that."

He smiled at you and said "Don't worry. I've got you covered."

"I'll pay you back, I swear." You were so humbled by his gesture. You'd have to call your sister right away, she would know how to get in touch with your bank.

"We'll only take one room." You said, hindering the receptionist to check you into the other.

You turned to Ruben, he looked puzzled and rightfully so.

"Ruben, thank you so much for your kindness. I accept your offer, but on one condition: we'll share one room to lower the expenses. I don't want you to bear the entire cost."

Ruben's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and nodded.

The two of you settled into the cozy hotel room. It was big enough to fit the both of you. The arrangements of who would sleep where would have to be negotiated later.

"She's not answering." You groaned, pacing the room, desperately trying to get a hold of your sister.

"It's this phone you gave me. It has a new number. Maybe she's afraid to answer?"

"I doubt it." Ruben said. He stood by the window, observing the streets below. You hated that he looked so calm in a time like this. "She'll know that it's you." He said.

"Then why isn't she answering?"

You gave up, throwing yourself onto the sofa, one arm draped over your eyes. Yes, you were overreacting, however today was supposed to be a good day, all your ducks needed to be in row.

You gasped as a hand nudged your thigh, Ruben's hand. Removing your arm from your eyes, his tall figure looked down at you, his expression slightly crooked.

"What?"

"Wanna go for lunch?"

"Apparently I don't have any money for lunch." You rolled over to lay on your stomach, face flat against the cuchens.

"It's my treat."

Fair play to Ruben. You took it to heart when he said that the treat was on him. Everything you pointed at he bought. Instead of going for "just lunch" you eneded up getting a tower of ice cream with every topping there was.

Perhaps he saw how happy it made you, wandering the streets of your hometown. He neither mocked you or questioned any of your decisions. However you made him a promise, as soon as things got cleared up with the bank you would pay him back every last cent.

"This is it." You said.

A day of sightseeing came to an end. As you stood outside the towering gates of the exquisite estate in Brussels. The thought of seeing your sick mother filled your heart with both sorrow and a glimmer of hope. The glossy bricks of the mansion epitomized luxury, but behind those walls lay your mother's waning strength and a battle against time.

"I won't be long. You can wait here if you like."

Ruben nodded, pressing his back against the gate walls. "Just call me if you need anything, anything at all Y/N."

"I'll be fine, thank you."

Memories flooded as you walked through the entrance to the estate. Memories of long walks in the surrounding gardens. Memories of lively laughter as you and your sister would chase each other down the halls. You were truly home.

A nurse let you in. Together you walked down illuminated corridors with sparkling chandeliers over head. You walked past stunning paintings, each telling a story of a life well-lived and memories cherished. These works of art served as a reminder of the vibrant woman your mother used to be, an art teacher, before she became a housewife and a mother of two girls. She had married wealthy, your father was a famous movie director since the early seventies. They were so in love and your family were so happy. With his passing your mother simply withdrew from herself, from everyone, from you.

"Elle est là." (She's in there.) The nurse said, having escorted you to your mother's chambers.

"Merci."

The door cracked as you entered.

"Mama, c'est moi?" (Mom, it's me.)

The undeniable scent of antiseptic lingered, juxtaposed against the scent of flowers that attempted to mask the sterile environment. Your mother lay motionless, her eyes closed, only the rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still alive.

Silently, you moved closer to her bedside, tears streaming down her face. You held your mother's frail hand, cherishing the touch that once brought infinite comfort. You began talking, ramblings things about your life that you wish she would know.

"My career, you won't believe it. I am to go on a world tour soon. Don't worry though, I won't be alone, Y/S/N, will be with me and...Ruben. He's my bodyguard. He is..."

You jumped as your mother started coughing, a violent thrust of her chest.

"Madame!"

You called for the nurse who was at your mother's bedside before you could blink.

"Tu devrais y aller." (You should go.)

"But...I just got here." You cried, but to no use. The nurse had already turned her back on you, attaching things to your mother through tubes in her arms.

You backed away towards the door, horrified by the scene. You mother's coughing had stopped, replaced by a trembling hissing sound, as if...as...if

"Y/N..."

It was inaudible, your mother's voice, but it was...her voice.

"Mama, I'm here." You fell on your knees before her bed, gathering her frail hand in yours, squeezing it.

Your mother gathered all her strength to talk. "Tell your sister...."

"Yes? I'll tell her anything Mama."

"Tell your sister....that her will is not yours."

You frowned. "Her will is not mine? What does that mean, what does she want?"

Silence.

All movement from mother's bedside had seized. She was still breathing, however she was gone.

"Je suis désolé, mais tu dois partir maintenant." (I'm sorry, but you must go now.)

You rose to your feet, feeling a great sense of loss. Was that all your mother had to say, somthing about your sister's will? What about your will? Your will to have a mother again? Your will to be held? To be loved without so many fucking demands on your life.

"Y/N?"

Your feet had taken you back. Out of the estate and back to the gates where Ruben waited.

"You, okay?"

He noticed the distant look in your eyes, the trembling hands.

"Y/N, are you..."

You ran into his embrace and without hesitation he caught you in his arms. He caught you and held you despite the many tears that began to flow.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay."

His lips were against your curls, whispering sweet nothings. You stayed like that until the sky grew dark and the night ran cold.

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"You should eat something."

"I don't have any money, remember?"

You and Ruben were back at the hotel room, packing up your bags for the early flight you had tomorrow. It was the only one that could be found on such short notice. You hadn't imagined wanting to leave Brussels so soon. However, you had come to the realization that there was no one waiting for you here.

"Don't worry about the money, I'll..."

"I don't need you to pay for me Ruben, alright?"

He sighed but nodded his head. "Alright."

Excuse your foul mood but the day really hadn't been in your favor. With your credit card declining and your sister not picking up her phone, it was all just one big shit show.

"What if somthing has happned to her, what if that's the reason she isn't answering me?"

"I'm sure she's fine."

"How do you know?"

Ruben flared his nostrils, a deep sigh leaving his mouth.

"Ruben?" You frowned. "What's going on?"

He shook his head, a swift hand running through his thick hair.

"Ruben, what is it?"

He hesitated, but moved on to pull somthing out of his briefcase, a laptop.

"I had some cameras installed in your apartment, for obvious reasons" He took a seat on the sofa and so did you.

"This was from this morning." He said and typed in a code, which led to replaying footage of your living room. Your living room in London.

"Wait, but that's my sister." You pointed to the computer screen. She appeared to be watching TV.

"How could this be from this morning if I've been calling her all day?" You said. However your questioned answered itself. Your sister was seen reaching for her phone, checking the illuminated screen. She then rolled her eyes and set it aside.

"Wait, what?"

But that wasn't the worst part. After a few minutes Tyson appeared on screen. Tyson who was allegedly too busy with booking modeling gigs to come with you on this trip.

"What are they doing?"

Tyson held a bowl of popcorn which he set on the coffee table before your sister. He then joined her on the couch. Not only joining her, but railing her in, wrestling her down against the cuchens. She was laughing, both of them, laughing. They were doing more than laughing, they were...were...

Ruben clsosed the computer just as Tyson's shirt was coming off. You looked ahead, batting your eyes to prevent the tears from falling.

"Y/N, I'm so sorr..."

"You knew about this?" You stood from the couch, creating distance between you and Ruben. "You knew about this all along and didn't tell me?

"Y/N, I didn't know how to tell you. It's not...it's..."

You nodded "It's below your paygrade. I get it."

"Y/N, please."

"Don't!"

He had reached out to touch you. The look on Ruben's face when you slapped his hand away. He looked defeated.

You looked away, to embarrassed to meet his eyes. "How could she do this to me?" Holding in the tears was more painful than letting them out, so you let them out. "My own sister, how could she do this to me?"

None of it made any sense. None of it.

"Y/N, trust me when I say that I..."

"Trust you?" You turned to Ruben, your eyes bloodshot with tears.

His expression mellowed. "Y/N..."

"How could I possibly trust you when I can't even trust my own sister?" Saying the words out loud simply mortified you. They made you realize how alone you felt, how alone you've always felt.

"My mother is sick." You sniffled. "My mother is sick and I don't know why my credit card keeps declining." At this point you were loss for words on how pathetic your life was, how cluess you had been. "My mother is sick, my credit card keeps declining and on top of that some racoon killing psycho calling himself The Dickonataor 3000 is out there right now, with my phone."

You were exhausted. Breathless and exhausted. Ruben looked to you with the sincerest sympathy, too bad his pity couldn't comfort you any longer.

"Don't tell me who to trust Ruben, when there is not a single person on this earth that..."

Your body shook as Ruben leaped forward. He had leaped forward with such force that when his lips crashed into yours it felt like an emergency. Like his need to kiss you meant either life or death. He didn't force you to kiss him back. He waited patiently for your lips to give in. Despite the initial force the kiss was soft and sweet, exploring skin against skin, warmth against warmth. It quickly turned sloppy though, with hands running down each other's bodies.

"Y/N, wait."

As you knew he would,  Ruben was the first one to pull away.

"We shouldn't." He said, his lips plump with kisses.

"Why?" You chuckled. "Is this below your paygrade to?"

Surely this wasn't a good time to be exploring new options after finding out your boyfriend of five years had been cheating on you with your sister of twenty four years. However, the attraction was clearly there and Ruben seem to be the one having to control himself more than you.

"I want you to fuck me Ruben, right here,  right now." Fucking the bodyguard. How ironic, you thought.

He fell back against the sofa, with you climbing to sit in his lap, your skirt raised to your hips.

You gasped feeling how hard he was for you. "Yes, right there." You sighed, grinding your eager hips against his groin. "That feels so good Ruben. Fuck."

"Y/N." He groaned, hands digging into your hips to control as much of your movment as he could. He was struggling though, you could tell.

"Don't make me stop Ruben, this feels so good." His erection brought light to your eyes, putting more pressure on your clit than Tyson's lost fingers every could.

"I know it does, but..." He was being so careful, not wanting you to grind against him so hard. "...that's not my dick that's my..."

You looked down. His raised shirt revealed his countless abs, and somthing hooked inside his belt, the shaft of a gun.

"Be careful." He said, voice restrained.

But it felt so good. His gun against your clit gave you more pleasure you had ever felt before and so you kept grinding against it, soaking your panties with every stroke. Realizing that you weren't going to stop, Ruben tugged your shirt over your head, reavilng you swollen chest as you wore no bra. His eyes were big, not knowing where to start. With a hand pressed between your shoulder blades he brought you forwards, arching your backn in a way that offered your breast to him. He gladly accepted, his warm tounge making soft strokes across your nipples. You gasped with how good it felt. Soon he had you pinned to the cuchens, answering the question of who would sleep where. On top of each other, if not deep inside one another.

"Ruben please, fuck me."

"I don't have anything." He said, quite frustrated with himself.

Of course he wouldn't have brought condoms. He hadn't planned on fucking you on this trip. Although you wish he would.

His body cradled over yours, tracing soft kisses along your neck. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met." He said and the words could not be mistaken. "The most beautiful girl I have ever met." He repeated, almost like a hypnotic trans.

It made your arms around him loosen, somthing Ruben noticed immediately.

"This okay?" He raised his head to check on you.

You shook your head. "No."

"No?"

He sat up, giving you the space he thought you needed.

"No, Ruben, it's fine. It feels good. Its just..." You were doing it for the wrong reasons. Fucking your emotions away felt like a good idea at first, but hearing Ruben's kind words made you realize that he deserved better and so did you.

"Kiss me." You said, tugging at his unbuttoned shirt. "Just kiss me."

And so he did. Fulfilling your every wish and then some. Ruben would be a sweet lover, who knew? However that love would have to wait, just a little bit longer.

[gugugyuu]

sleep part iii - beomgyu x reader

warnings: very suggestive content, cursing, etc.

"it's rare to see you with a girl." soobin said, taking a shot at the billiards table.

beomgyu shrugged, trying to play it cool. "y/n? she's just my classmate."

"then why are you smiling so hard?" yeonjun teased.

and it was true. ever since you parted ways, beomgyu couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "i swear, you guys are overreacting." he insisted, shaking his head in disbelief.

his friends continued to banter about how they'd never seen you before and how come beomgyu seemed to be the first one to befriend someone so attractive.

"what's her number then?" soobin asked, a grin spreading across his face. "i might just introduce myself."

beomgyu shot him an irritated look as he grabbed a cue stick.

you decided to hang out with him after class. being in a boy's room felt strange. you had this overwhelming urge to clean and organize everything in sight.

"that's not fair!" beomgyu exclaimed when you snatched a potion to power up your character for a short period of time.

both of you burst into laughter at his defeat but the moment turned awkward when he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his face mere inches from yours.

you pulled away gently, a smile playing on your lips. "okay, this was fun..."

he threw himself at the bed, covered his face with a pillow. "no, you are fun." he replied, with a frustrated muffled voice.

"come on, we have work to do." you countered, trying to rein in the moment.

"we still have like, two weeks!" he protested, clearly feeling lazy.

you stood up near the edge of his bed. "doesn't matter. we need to finish this." you insisted, gently grabbing both of beomgyu's arms, trying to get him to stand. "plus, i have to do something for someone." you added, thinking of your friend, the one who has a crush on him.

you realized that the pang of hesitation and guilt you felt before is probably because you wanted to help her and that you couldn't shake the worry that she might think you were getting closer to beomgyu instead of her.

he's her only friend and not to mention, her now crush.

instead of standing up, beomgyu dragged you down. then suddenly you found yourself on top of him, his arms wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

"wha- what are you doing?" you asked quietly. you felt a mix of confusion and unexpected relaxation wash all over you.

"shh... just stay like this." he whispered, a hint of a smile formed on his lips.

beomgyu closed his eyes, thinking about how he knew that you were the most attractive person he had ever seen, even though he had no idea what you were really like beyond the surface.

yes he might knew a few things about you, like you always read books, a nerdy yet endearing trait.

but as you became closer to him, he noticed so much more.

he might not have recognized the subtlety of your makeup but you effortlessly rocked the no-makeup look.

your nails were always clean, polished. your lips? it's always shiny. he can't also ignore your habit of biting it. your teeth always glistening whenever you smiled. your hair's soft and smelled wonderful.

beomgyu admired how much you take care of yourself, even the simple habit of drinking plenty of water.

he appreciated how genuinely interested you were when he shared his hobbies, passions and how teaching you felt rewarding, even if he hated how quickly you picked things up.

he also couldn't ignore how much of a tease you could be, often leaving him flustered.

there was a part of him that enjoyed how gullible you were, even though it sometimes made him feel guilty. he likes how you are fiercely independent yet you can still ignite a protective instinct within him.

he liked being there for you.

you woke up in beomgyu's arms, feeling surprisingly comfortable. and as you gently pulled away, he stirred and opened his eyes with an instant alert. "i'm sorry..." he said, releasing his hold on you, his expression were a mix of concern and embarrassment.

"it's okay..." you replied with a soft smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. did he forgot to mention he likes it when you're doing that?

"i'm wondering if you'd like to grab coffee tomorrow with her. the three of us?"

beomgyu blinked. "ye- yeah, of course. i'd love to." he smiled back, the tension faded as the thought of spending time together brightened the mood. "i'll text you."

2:00 PM

choi beomgyu: you're so late.

you: sorry! i can't go. errands.

choi beomgyu: are you serious?

you: sorry :((

beomgyu let out a long, heavy sigh. f/n could easily spot the disappointment on his face, "i don't get it..." he groaned, frustration thick in his voice. "she said she was going to come, right?" another sigh escaped his lips, more defeated.

she cleared her throat, shifting nervously. "i think..." she began, her voice a little unsteady, "i think she set us up."

"what do you mean set us up?" beomgyu's brow furrowed, totally confused. "set us up for what?"

she then reached out without a word, gently taking his hands in hers. her heart raced but she calmed herself. "i asked her to help me with something."

he blinked, still trying to piece it together.

she took a deep breath. "because i told her i like you, beomgyu."

beomgyu's still processing her words, letting out a choked "what?" escaped his lips followed by "you like me?" his voice wavered slightly.

she nodded, her grip on his hands tightening a little. "yeah, i do. i just didn't know how to tell you and she said she could help."

he stared at her, still reeling. "so... this was all a setup to get us alone?"

"kind of." she replied, feeling nervous. "i just needed you to know how i feel."

beomgyu's mind raced, trying to catch up with the sudden confession.

he didn't know what to say or how to respond... fuck.

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[gamerbearmira]

HELLO IT IS I. I'm sorry for being gone so long but I had an issue with my Google docs and everything I had written kinda got deleted.... And I kind of couldn't find where I left off with the whole rebirth of a miracle Au soooo I had no idea what to do next for it but after thinking about it I have decided that won't stop me and I WILL continue it. sorry in advance for any inconsistencies that might be in this.

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Pov Isabela

She doesn't hate her youngest sister. She knows how she acts to her might be telling a different story but she doesn't. She's jealous of her. She can admit that, at least to herself, that she's jealous of her freedom and the fact that she isn't forced into any role (but is that really true? With how she's forced into the background, isn't that a role of some kind?) She knows she shouldn't act the way she does, it's not fair to Mirabel but she can't help it, besides she can make up for it all later. So when she was awoken this morning by her father and not her youngest sister she felt an intense amount of dread pool into her stomach.

Which only got worse when she got to the table to see that, besides her mother and Mirabel, everyone is already there. The feeling of panic starts to build inside of her as she takes her seat. Something happened. She knows that Mirabel would never skip waking them up, it's one of the many little jobs that she's assigned to herself and she has never, not once, been late doing them let alone not doing one of them.

She tries to keep herself calm as she looks around the table at everyone, trying to see if one of them knows what might have happened but all she sees is her own fear and slight panic reflected back at her. Poor Luisa is looking around the entire area, eyes desperately searching, she looks like she's on the verge of tears. Tia Pepa is raining slightly and the wind of her panic is noticeable she's running her hands through her braid and is repeating her mantra over and over again all while her Tio Felix tries to keep her calm, Isabela doesn't think it's working but shes not going to point that out right now. Camilo and Antonio have identical confused and scared expressions on their faces it would be funny in a different circumstance. Dolores just looks.... Confused.... That makes Isabela calm slightly because if Dolores is just confused, then maybe they're all just overreacting, maybe last night was just a bit much for Mirabel and mama is with her to make her feel better.

Yes that has to be it! Her youngest sister isn't gone, she hasn't disappeared, nothing has changed, nothing has happened, she's just in the nursery with Mama. She takes a breath of relief feeling a little silly for thinking that Mirabel would... That's she.... Yes she was being silly.

The sound of abuela clearing her throat snaps her out of her thoughts, everyone's eyes snap to abuela waiting to hear what she has to say. It's when she looks at abuela that the little amount of relief that she gained disappears entirely. The look on Abuela's face is not one she has ever seen on her before (or maybe she has...maybe it's been 10 years since she's seen it and she just doesn't remember) before she can get too lost in her thoughts her abuela speaks

"Buenos dias mi familia." Abuela pauses as they all greet her back before taking a deep breath "As you all can see Mirabel and julieta are not at the table right now, they're in the nursery at the moment because .... sometime during the night Casita decided to.... Turn Mirable into a baby." Chaos erupts as she finishes speaking. Absolute chaos.

The storm is intense and forms immediately, animals are running around screeching and breaking everything they see, Camilo's form changes from changing into all kinds of Mirables. Dolores is sitting at her seat hands on her head over her ears squeaking repeatedly. Luisa is sobbing loudly and with her full body. Plants of any and all kinds erupt all around her, not that she notices.

Because what? What did abuela just say? No, no way. There is no way. Before she even knows it she's running to the nursery barely registering the yell that follows her, kind of sounds like abuela. She can't stop herself, she has to see because there's no way. No way in hell. She can hear feet following her and by the way that the ground shakes she knows immediately who it is, Luisa.

She reaches the nursery door and slams into it with her whole body, putting way too much force behind it, and almost rips the door off the hinges as she accidentally breaks it down, she falls forward landing hard on her front. The sound of a wailing baby reaches her ears and She scrambles to get up.

Sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room right next to the window is her mama. And cradled in her arms is a wailing baby, a frighteningly familiar wailing baby, the memories might be faded but she remembers what her youngest sister looks like as a baby, she'd been one of the first people to meet her, something that she used to tease everyone else with.

No, no please no. This can't be happening. It's a nightmare. It must be. It HAS to be. She wants to wake up now. Please let her wake up now. If she does wake up right now, no matter what time it is she'll go to the REAL Mirable and tell her how sorry she is. For everything. She'll get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness for being such a terrible sister, something she should have done a long time ago. Please please let this not be real.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and jerks away from it taking a step forward towards her Mama and the wailing nightmare baby only for the hand to come back and pull her backwards she turns to see who it is and comes face to face with her papa. He shakes his head at her and mouths 'not yet' pulling her backwards again, pulling her out of the room and into the hallway she struggles against him needing to go to her mama. She sees Luisa in the corner of her eye standing to the side of the doorway looking into the room tears streaming down her face nonstop. That causes her to stop her struggle.

Her papa guides her further down the hallway, grabbing Luisa's arm gently as they pass her to get her to follow him as well. She barely registers any of that her thoughts consumed by one thing.

She'll never be able to make up for what shes done.

IMG HIIII NICE TO SEE YOU <3333 no worries. Google Docs is a writers biggest op sometimes, I get it 💀💀 ALSO I NEED TO RELABEL ALL OF YOUR SNIPPETS SO THEY’RE EASIER TO FIND I KEEP FORGETTING I’M SORRY <\\\\3

Regardless. This is so radical. I mean home girl woke up,and found out bout what? 10 minutes later? That her youngest sister was a baby. AND SHE SAW IT FIRST FOR HERSELF 🫣 But at least she was remorseful?? Took all that but hey, it worked. Baby steps people,baby steps (pun entirely intended).

Thank God Agustín was there, cause with the way Mirabel reacted to Alma, God knows how she woulda reacted to Isabela 🌚

How do react to that 😮‍💨 and never say never‼️‼️‼️ clwarly they were given another chance fora reason, but maybe she’s too in shock to realize that 🤠

[your-queer-dad]

Hi

I've got no idea how to properly explain what I'm dealing with right now so I'm going to dump it all out and hope it makes sense. I'm going through some confusing stuff in my head and it it pulling my mood down to the floor. I'm a 30 year old AMAB Non-binary person (He/it) and I don't know if I'm happy with the way I interact with gender. I don't do anything special in the way I dress or present but I don't feel confident being around people. I know I'm not a woman inside but I can't help but think I might be more confident and happier if people saw me as a girl instead of a man. It's like the rules are too difficult for me to understand and I feel trapped by them. To me it seems like women are allowed more space to express their emotions and have more options in the way they dress. Like there's some magic women have that I don't and that's whats confusing me so much. As I said I'm NB so I'm not really on one side or the other but I feel like I have to say on the side of the fence I was born in and not move around or I'll get punished. I don't know if I should look into physically changing my body to be more androgynous because I don't want to go all the way female but it might make happier? Another thing that's bothering me is after a lot of thinking I realised that at some point when I was younger, I wanted to be a girl because I thought it would be better for my social life. I never acted on those thoughts and after a while they went away but I can't ignore them either. I'm scared that this might be a sign that things I thought I was past coming back to haunt me. That I've been living my life wrong for too long and let my mind fall apart by blocking it out. I saw a youtube video recently that said you already know you're trans and that messed me up. Do I know and I'm just afraid to admit it? Have I got a weird gender and assumed the wrong label? I mean I wouldn't mind looking a little more curvy but I don't hate my currently body and I would be very unhappy if I have certain female body parts. Or am I overreacting by thinking my low mood is related to gender rather than some other thing?

Forgive me for my word splurge but I'm not good with putting my feelings into words and all these thoughts have been heavy on my mind. I guess the best part of being non-binary is also the worst part: Not having to follow any rules. Good because you can do whatever and bad because you have no idea what to do.

I just want things to make sense.

Hey kiddo! Honestly I completely understand, gender can be so confusing at times and it seems like there's all of these rules you have to follow even to be a non-binary person, which is ridiculous because the whole point of being non-binary is to not follow rules. But I think sometimes it's easier not to worry about labels, at least for the moment, and focus on how you want your body to look and feel, forgetting about gender. Just because you want to be curvier or more feminine doesn't mean you have to be a woman. And as long as you are living it, there's no way to live your life wrong. as cheesy as it sounds, we're all on our paths and there is never one way to do things.

- dad x